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Harrowing Holidays

After a few months of dating, Danny invites Jason to Amity Park for Fenton Thanksgiving—both Danny & Jason have convinced themselves, despite all evidence to the contrary, that the other is their normal civilian boyfriend, and don't want to mess things up by revealing their secrets.

Written for the Ghouls and Gangs @dpxdcbigbang with art by @spatulella-art which you should check out on her blog!

Sequel to Bothersome Bonds but can stand on its own.

You can also read Harrowing Holidays on AO3

It was late Saturday morning. Jason was working on his laptop in the living room of his safe house, familiarizing himself with intel his guys had just sent him on a gun-running operation Black Mask was planning so that the Red Hood and his crew could intercept it.

The plan was already forming in his head. Black Mask liked to over-complicate things, to confuse his enemies. But if you knew what he was doing, it was easy to unravel. All Jason had to do was take out one part of the equation and Mask's whole operation crumbled.

"Can you lift your feet for a sec?"

Jason looked up to see his boyfriend, Danny, holding a damp towel, and obligingly removed his feet from the coffee table. Danny wiped down the surface, lifting coasters and books out of the way.

He didn't look to see what Jason was working on.

Even after eight months of being in a relationship, Danny still didn't know about Jason's career as a crime lord. Jason didn't want him to know, and neither did Danny. He said that he wanted plausible deniability if the cops ever came to his door, so he at least had a sense that Jason's work wasn't 100% legal. He had, after all, immediately assumed that Jason was a criminal when he'd said he worked in Crime Alley, and apparently Jason had done nothing to change his mind about that.

Still, Jason liked it that way.

He liked having Danny as his normal, willfully oblivious civilian boyfriend. It was... grounding, in a way. His little slice of ordinary in his otherwise wild and chaotic life.

And if Danny's eyes glowed sometimes, and the air around him was a little bit colder, and he was abnormally light and abnormally strong for someone his size, well... Jason could be willfully oblivious, too, when the need arose.

"What are you cleaning for?" Jason asked. "Expecting company?"

His safe-house may not have been perfectly spotless, but he kept it pretty clean most of the time. There wasn't really any reason for his boyfriend to be wiping down his coffee table. Not that he was going to complain, but he was kind of curious.

Danny shrugged mutely.

In the eight months since they'd both been kidnapped and escaped from that mysterious facility together back in February, Jason had gotten pretty good at reading Danny. Not that it was especially hard to tell when Danny was restless. He would find anything—literally anything—to do with his hands, whether it was cleaning, baking, building a pillow fort, folding origami ghosts—those were pretty cute, actually, and Jason kept a couple in the drawer of his nightstand.

"Danny, I can tell when something's up with you," Jason said, closing his laptop and setting it aside. "If you want to clean my apartment, I'm not gonna stop you, but if something's going on, you can also just talk to me."

He finished wiping the coffee table, then stood up straight and stiff for a few seconds before collapsing onto the couch next to Jason, wringing the towel in his hands.

"Okay, so my parents, right?" Danny started, then he took a deep breath and held it.

Jason had heard a lot about Danny's parents and, at the same time, knew nothing of substance about them at all. He knew that when he was in high school he had not gotten along with them. That, when he was a junior, he'd had a falling out with them about something he refused to tell Jason anything about, and did his best to avoid them, despite still living under their roof, until he turned eighteen and immediately moved out. Jason also knew that in the past year or so, his parents had been trying to mend their relationship with him and vice-versa.

What he didn't know was what they'd fallen out over, or why it had taken them years to try to fix their relationship.

He could make some educated guesses, of course. He knew that, like himself, Danny had died once, and been brought back. For Danny, it had been almost instantaneous, or so he claimed. Jason still wasn't clear on why Danny had an autopsy scar like his own if that was the case. Regardless, Jason knew how that sort of thing could make things complicated with one's family.

"What about them?" Jason prompted when Danny had been silent for several long seconds without continuing.

Danny finally exhaled.

"They asked me to come to Thanksgiving this year," he explained. "They did last year, too, but we'd only been on speaking terms for a couple of weeks at the time, and I told them I wasn't ready to spend any holidays back home yet. This year... this year I thought I was ready, and I told them I would come, and that was two days ago, and now I am second-guessing that decision big time."

Jason nodded thoughtfully. He knew the feeling.

When he'd first met Danny, Jason had been severely on the outs with his family. If he saw any one of them, his vision went green and he could hardly think straight through his rage. That had changed since the two of them first met and started dating.

There was something about Danny that kept the madness from the Lazarus pit under control—even when he wasn't actively with Jason, to a certain extent. It was a small part of why Jason was so drawn to him, and probably a very big part of why their relationship had been able to last as long as it had without Jason royally fucking it up.

A side-effect of that calm that came from spending time with Danny was that Jason had been able to start to reconnect with his family... just a tiny bit... mostly with Alfred. However, he was still angry with them, and he didn't think that was going to go away any time soon—after all, he had plenty of perfectly valid reasons to be angry and have mixed emotions regarding them. Plus, he was still a crime lord and a killer, which they didn't exactly approve of, no matter how much they wanted him to be 'part of the family' again.

But he could talk to them without the pit madness taking over his reason now, though he still didn't exactly want to get close to them. And they had switched from trying to outright stop him, like he was some common crook, to trying to save him, like the beloved but misguided family member they perceived him to be. He didn't actually want to be saved, but of course, they didn't care about that.

Recently, Dick had run into him on patrol and extended an invitation from Alfred to join them for Thanksgiving as well, putting Jason in a very similar conundrum to the one Danny was currently complaining about.

He'd told Dick he would think about it, but all he was really thinking about was how he could get out of it without disappointing Alfred, the only family member whose opinion of Jason still mattered to him. Being able to have short conversations with them without trying to kill them was one thing, but Jason just knew that if he spent a whole day with them, it would inevitably end in a violent screaming match, and that would disappoint Alfred even more than if Jason just ditched.

"You can always call your parents and tell them you changed your mind," Jason pointed out. "They might be a little disappointed, but if they accepted that you weren't ready last year, they'd probably accept it again."

Danny shook his head. "No," he said. "I mean, I'm anxious about it, and it's kind of a big step, but... I think I am ready for it, and... I do miss them. I haven't seen them for a long time."

"Then go," Jason encouraged. Then, seeing an opportunity, he added, "I can go with you, if you want. For moral support or whatever. You clearly want to see them again, you're just nervous about it. Maybe not having to go alone will help."

Plus, it was the perfect excuse for Jason to turn down his own family's Thanksgiving invitation. If he told them things were getting serious enough with his boyfriend that he'd been invited to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family, they'd probably be more happy for him than upset for themselves.

"You would come with me?" Danny asked, sounding rather skeptical. "Are you sure? My family can be... a lot."

"I doubt they're any worse than mine."

"You might be surprised," Danny insisted. "It would be nice to have you with me but... I wouldn't want to risk them scaring you away."

Jason raised an eyebrow, recalling the way they had met, kidnapped and trapped together in some vaguely military facility, and thought that if he was going to be scared away from dating Danny, it would have happened a long time ago.

"I swear on my life, that no matter how bad your family is, I will not allow it to affect my opinion of you," Jason promised. "My birth parents were an abusive prick who worked as a henchman and a bitch who sold me out to the Joker and ultimately got me killed. I have absolutely no grounds to judge you based on your blood relatives."

Danny actually laughed at that, a soft, nervous laugh. "Alright," he agreed. "I'll let my parents know I'll be bringing a guest."

"Can't wait."

Jason had just over a week to inform his own family of why he wouldn't be coming to the Wayne Thanksgiving dinner, but since he refused to let any of them have the number of his burner phone, it wouldn't be so simple as sending them a text.

Luckily, he didn't have to wait long for his chance.

"Hey Hood, fancy seeing you here, in Crime Alley, where you live."

Jason glanced up to see Tim, AKA Robin, sitting on a fire escape looking down at him.

"I could say the same of you, nosing in on my territory heedless of the consequences," he replied. "What brings you here?"

"Intelligence gathering," Tim answered with a shrug.

"Is that your way of saying Agent A wants my answer about Thanksgiving?"

Jason leaned back against the grimy wall of the alleyway to get a better angle to watch the pretender fiddle with his bo staff in boredom.

"That, and some Black Mask op I'm not supposed to tell you about, even though I'm sure you're already on top of it. He wants to use the good china, so he needs to know how many place settings to dig out."

"Black Mask does?"

"Obviously I meant Agent A. You're being deliberately obtuse."

"Tell him I won't be able to make it," Jason said.

"Why not?" Tim asked immediately. "You know if I just tell him that without an actual reason he'll get all mopey, and his shoulders will be marginally stiffer than usual and his mustache and coattails will droop and it'll bring down everybody's mood. I can't live like that, Hood."

Jason crossed his arms and smirked under his helmet.

"Don't worry, I have an excuse. I think he'll even like it."

"Oh?" Tim raised an eyebrow above his mask and jumped down off the fire escape in his curiosity, a daring foray into melee range.

"I agreed to do Thanksgiving with my partner's family."

"This would be the mysterious partner you won't tell us anything about but that makes you not want to kill all of us on sight?" Tim gathered. "Must be getting serious if you're doing Thanksgiving together. Is it with their family, or just the two of you?"

"Family," Jason said. "This will be the first time I'm meeting anyone from their family since none of them live in Gotham."

Tim pursed his lips and slowly nodded, evidently deeming it a satisfactory excuse that wouldn't make Alfred's mustache droop.

"Alright, I'll pass it along," he said. "Good luck with your partner's family. Try not to shoot any of them, alright?"

"I'll do my best, squirt," Jason replied. "Now don't you have some spying to do for old Batsy?"

"Yeah, yeah." Tim vaulted back up onto the fire escape and in moments, he was gone from sight.

Grudgingly, Jason had to admit the kid was pretty good.

Early Thanksgiving morning, Jason and Danny tossed their carry-ons in the backseat of Jason's car, and then Danny drove them both to the airport. Early in their relationship, basically on day one of dating, Danny had unilaterally decided not to let Jason drive him anywhere anymore. Ever. He claimed that Jason drove like his dad, and emphasized in no uncertain terms that that was not a good thing.

Back then, their relationship was new, and Jason worried that it would be brittle, so he had elected not to bring up the numerous high speed chases and getaways he'd managed just fine with his driving skills. Although, in fairness to Danny, a lot of them had involved other cars colliding, though never his own. He'd also never bothered to get an actual driver's license, but that was just a formality, anyway.

Danny parked in long-term parking, and they headed into the airport. Since they were only planning on staying one night and coming back in the morning, they'd decided to just pack carry-ons rather than having to check any luggage. It would be faster and easier that way.

Airport security was, as always, a pain in the ass.

As they approached the metal detector, Jason felt a spike of anxiety and checked himself over to make sure he wasn't packing. At this point, he was so used to carrying a gun on him that he genuinely could have had one and not realized, which would obviously be a problem in this situation.

Of course, he knew that he'd anticipated this, and made absolutely sure that neither his person nor his luggage were carrying any firearms—not that it stopped the spike of anxiety. Still... it didn't hurt to check again.

He was not carrying any firearms.

He was carrying a pair of switchblades in the thigh pockets of his pants, which he'd forgotten about.

They'd probably already been in his pockets before he even got dressed that morning. Stainless steel didn't set off the metal detector, though, so he didn't get stopped. It wasn't until they found seats in their terminal that he even realized he had them and thanked his lucky stars he hadn't been caught.

They were some of the first people there, so they could pick whichever seats they wanted while they waited for their flight to arrive in a few hours. They sat by the huge window where they could watch the planes coming and going on the taxiway.

"That's a Wayne Aerospace SWF-198097," Danny pointed out a jet taxiing out toward the runway, painted a sleek black with gold detailing and a WE logo on the tail fin. "I tested that one last December, and they were approved for commercial use two months ago. There aren't many in use commercially yet, since they're so new."

"I thought you were a test pilot for experimental air-crafts, not commercial planes," Jason said.

"All air-crafts are experimental until you know for sure they work," came the reply. "Although I don't do all that many crafts designed for commercial passenger flight. It's been known to happen, though."

Jason nodded thoughtfully, his eyes fixed on his boyfriend watching the planes out the window.

"You're pretty nervous about this whole thing, huh?" he observed.

"What makes you say that?" Danny asked, but Jason didn't miss the way his shoulders tensed and his lips pursed.

"When you're nervous, you fall back on safe topics like work or video games so you don't have to talk about what's actually bothering you."

"You know what's bothering me."

"I know," Jason agreed, nodding. It would be the first time Danny saw his parents in person since he was eighteen, and Jason knew he hadn't left them on the best of terms—even if he hadn't seen fit to brief Jason on the details of what had happened between them. That kind of thing would be stressful for anyone. "You can still talk about it if you want. Or not."

"Let's go with not," Danny said. "Thinking about it more isn't gonna help me calm down, it'll just get me even more worked up about it. I know once I'm there it won't be nearly as bad as I'm worried about it being, but until then...."

"Until then, we can talk about planes."

Danny smiled gratefully and launched into an explanation of all the SWF-198097's features, and what made it unique and advanced compared to its contemporaries.

Jason had never known as much about air and space travel as he'd learned in the last eight months of dating Danny. The subject had never particularly interested him. But he loved to watch Danny's animated expressions and gestures as he gave detailed lectures. Plus, seemingly unimportant knowledge had a way of coming in useful when you least expected it, especially in Jason's line of work.

The longer they sat there, the more the terminal filled up with a crowd of people on their way to spend Thanksgiving with their families until the terminal was standing room only. Finally, the flight attendants started letting passengers board the plane and find their seats. Jason sat in the aisle seat, and Danny in the middle with a stranger in the window seat.

As soon as they took off, Danny said, "This captain has never flown a plane that wasn't empty. That was one of the most poorly balanced take-offs I have ever experienced."

Jason snorted a laugh, but he saw the stranger in the window seat's grip tighten on the purse in her lap. She turned on an in-flight movie and put some headphones on about ten minutes after that as Danny kept griping about the pilot's ineptitude.

The flight was just over two hours, and Danny spent almost the entire time complaining, judging the pilot's skills when it came to handling turbulence and wind resistance, and speculating that it must've been their first real passenger flight because they sucked at it, or so Danny claimed.

To be honest, Jason didn't really notice much of a difference compared to other flights he'd been on. Maybe it was a little bit jumpier, but nothing too disturbing. Danny's flying, he knew, was always extremely confident and when Danny brought it up, even Jason could sense the hesitance in their captain's choices—although maybe he was just imagining it.

Sure, it was mediocre flying, Jason couldn't really deny that, but it wasn't as bad as Danny was making it out to be; he was still just trying to distract himself.

When the plane landed, there was a buzz on the intercom and the pilot made an announcement.

"Hello, this is your captain speaking," he said. "We have completed our descent and are currently taxiing to the terminal to allow you all to disembark. Thank you all for joining me on my very first commercial flight; it was a big day for me. And for those who celebrate, have a happy Thanksgiving."

Danny looked over at Jason with an incredibly smug and pointed look.

"No one likes a know-it-all," Jason teased.

Danny shook his head with an amused smile.

When they disembarked from the plane and headed out to the front of the airport, no sooner had they reached the passenger loading area than a booming voice called out Danny's name. It wasn't hard to spot the source of the shout—or the way Danny's body tensed with anxiety upon hearing it.

Jack Fenton looked exactly as Danny had described him, but even so, Jason was still unprepared for the man, who was nearly seven feet tall and massive. He looked like one of those comically large plush toys, wearing an orange jumpsuit and a striped tie.

He thundered over to them and scooped Danny into a hug, lifting him right off the ground, even though, at six-foot-three, Danny was hardly a small man himself. Danny stumbled a bit as he was dropped back onto the ground.

"And you must be Jason!" Mr. Fenton greeted with a frankly jarring amount of enthusiasm, and before Jason could protest, the man scooped him up into a hug just like he had his son.

It had been a very long time since Jason had been lifted with such ease, and he froze in shock, uncomprehending of the experience which was halfway suffocating and halfway comfortable. Jack Fenton felt like a plushie as much as he looked like one. On the rare occasions that Jason had gotten them as a child, Bruce's hugs had never been this soft.

Finally, Jason was dropped back to the sidewalk and Danny's dad gave him a fittingly huge smile.

"It's good to meet you, Jason, I'm Danny's Dad," he said. "You can call me Jack. I've been looking forward to finally meeting Danny's boyfriend, he has a lot of good things to say about you." Jack nudged Danny slightly and winked. "You sure found yourself a looker, huh?"

Danny blushed and Jason couldn't help the stifled laugh that escaped him.

"Anyway, I'm technically parked in a loading zone, so let's get going before I get towed," Jack declared. Illegal parking practices weren't typically the kind of thing people bellowed at the top of their lungs, but Jack didn't seem to have gotten the memo. He didn't seem to know how to lower his voice, or so it seemed to Jason.

The crowd parted to allow Jack to stride easily through it, with Danny and Jason following close behind, watching the looks of alarm and annoyance on people's faces as they leaped out of his way.

He led them to a souped up armored RV covered in small dents and dings obviously procured over a long and rough lifespan. It looked more like some kind of tactical assault vehicle than anything else, and had a huge green logo of the letter F on the side.

It was about an hour drive from the airport to the Fenton house, and Jason got to know first hand why driving like Danny's dad was a bad thing.

He spent the whole time wide-eyed, gritting his teeth, and holding onto the arms of his chair with a vice-like, white-knuckled grip. If Danny thought Jason's driving was comparable to Jack's, then maybe he really should be more careful behind the wheel from now on.

Mentally, he moved 'get an actual driver's license' higher up his to-do list.

When they finally stopped, Jason had to pry his hands up before he unbuckled.

Much to his surprise, Danny seemed to have calmed down considerably. He'd been sitting in the passenger seat next to his dad while Jason was in the back, fighting for his life, and the two of them had kept up an easy chatter the whole way. Occasionally they shouted back to ask Jason's opinion on something, which he always tried to give in as few words as possible to avoid tossing his cookies. He'd never really gotten motion sick before, but he felt very queasy as he finally stepped out of the RV, already dreading the drive back to the airport tomorrow.

The Fenton home was... unique.

It had a huge sign on the front pointing to it that said 'Fenton Works', and what appeared to be a flying saucer on the roof. It looked like they'd repurposed an old broadcast building into a townhouse, which had then been re-repurposed into some kind of... Jason didn't really know... night club? Store of some kind? What was Fenton Works?

Walking in the door, Jason was met with a perfectly ordinary living room, a set of stairs near the back wall led up to a second floor, a door to one side led to the kitchen—at least if the smell of onions grilling in butter was any indication. It was almost noon by the time they got there, and it seemed like the Thanksgiving dinner was just starting to be underway.

"Maddie! We're back!" Jack called out.

Seconds later, the door to the kitchen swung open, and a woman with short auburn hair, wearing a white apron over a teal jumpsuit walked in.

"Welcome back!" she greeted cheerily. "Oh Danny, it's so good to see you again! You're even taller than when I last saw you. Oh, and you must be Jason, what a handsome young man, I hope you're treating my Danny right."

"He is," Danny assured her.

She nodded approvingly. "Good. Well, in that case, you're welcome to call me Maddie, if you like," she told Jason. Then said more generally, "I've just started on dinner. It should be served around five, but there's a tray of sandwich fixings on the table to tide you over until then. Help yourselves."

"Don't mind if I do," Jack said, carefully pushing past them all into the kitchen.

"Would you like some help with Dinner?" Jason offered. "I know that's a big job, I'd be happy to help."

"Absolutely not," she refused. "You're a guest, I couldn't ask you to work on Thanksgiving."

"Are you sure?" Jason asked, remembering when he was younger, how frazzled Alfred had always looked trying to cook up ten dishes at once and refusing any assistance until Jason forced his way in.

"Jason's an excellent cook," Danny added. "You should let him help. Jazz isn't here yet, and you won't let me or dad help because I always drop everything and he always eats everything."

Maddie hesitated at that. "Well... I suppose I could use a kitchen assistant...." She seemed reluctant, but ultimately sighed and agreed to accept Jason's help, at least until Jazz got there. "But have a sandwich to eat first, I don't need a taste-tester."

"Whatever you say," Jason agreed, following her into the kitchen where Jack was already chowing down on a sandwich that looked like four or five layers of various cold-cuts and cheeses.

Once Jason had eaten a light sandwich—he wanted to make sure he'd have room to try everything when it came to dinner, not wanting to upset Maddie by not eating her food—Maddie handed Jason a light blue apron with a ruffled hem and put him to work chopping up vegetables for the stuffing.

They worked in silence for a while. The knife hitting the cutting board, the tick of an egg timer, and quiet breathing the only sounds to be heard. Until Maddie spoke.

"Thank you," she said.

"Hm?"

"Ever since he met you... Danny's been happier," she continued. "He loves his job, and I know he was avoiding us—he had every reason to. But I think he was a bit lonely in Gotham." Her lips pursed. Discomfort? Not dishonesty.

Jason guessed she was worried about overstepping her motherly jurisdiction, which would be limited after... whatever it was that had made Danny avoid her for years—'every reason' as she'd put it.

"Jack and I made him miserable for so long... not on purpose, of course, but that hardly matters," she said, only making Jason more curious. "So thank you... for making him happy."

"You're welcome, I guess," Jason said.

"You should know, though," she said, almost stepping on Jason's own words as she spoke with a hard voice. "I'm a ninth degree black belt, and a nationally ranked marksman. Danny has been through a lot. I strongly advise against breaking his heart."

Jason blinked in shock. He had not been expecting that from his boyfriend's Midwestern mother. Honestly, though, he felt more impressed than threatened. Danny was the best thing to happen to Jason in a long time, so screwing everything up wasn't on his itinerary.

"Noted," he said. "Sounds like you're some kind of badass; I'm surprised Danny never mentioned that. I'd love to see you in action sometime."

"Oh, well." She stood up straighter, and Jason could see her suppressing a smile when he glanced down the counter at her, basting the turkey. "I'm not all that, but it's sweet of you to say," she said.

Jason could tell it was just Midwest polite modesty. On the inside, she was obviously preening from the flattery. Just like that, he'd won her over, and the two of them continued to talk casually while they cooked. Jason was glad she'd gotten the threats out of the way early, freeing them up to talk about guns while they stuffed the turkey and prepped the side dishes.

It was late afternoon when the doorbell rang, presumably indicating the arrival of Danny's sister.

Jason could hear voices through the door as Danny and his dad greeted her. So far, there hadn't been any yelling or arguing from that room, so Jason figured the two of them had been getting along pretty well on their own, which was a good sign. Danny had said he would be fine once he was there, and that he was just anxious beforehand.

After a few minutes, the kitchen door swung open, and Jason turned to see a young woman who could only be Danny's sister. Just as Danny had said, she was taller than he was, close to six and a half feet tall.

Spending time with Danny and his family had been the only time Jason had felt short since his dip in the Lazarus Pit cured his malnutrition and he'd shot up like a weed. Compared to everyone in this family, besides Maddie, Jason was a pip-squeak at six-foot-even.

"Sorry I'm so late," Jazz apologized as she entered the kitchen, tying her hair up into a messy bun. "My flight got delayed like four times. I hope I'm not too late to help out with dinner."

"Oh, don't worry about that, Jazz, dear," Maddie said, waving a hand dismissively. "Jason helped me cook. The food's just about ready."

"Jason?" Jazz looked him up and down with a scrutinizing frown. "Danny's boyfriend. I'm his sister, Jazz."

"Nice to meet you," Jason said. "I'd shake your hand but..." he lifted his soapy hands out of the sink where he'd been washing dishes.

"No worries," she replied. "It's nice to meet you, too."

Maddie opened the oven and stuck a meat thermometer into the turkey to see if it was ready.

"You can just sit in the living room and relax with your father and Danny," she told Jazz. "I think they're watching the game."

"More like playing checkers with the game on in the background," Jazz corrected with an amused smile. "You remember Dash, Danny's high school bully slash frenemy? He's playing for the Detroit Lions against the Green Bay Packers."

The sound of Danny cheering loudly cut through the air.

"I don't know anything about football," Jazz said laughingly, "but judging by that, sounds like the Packers must be getting their asses handed to them."

"I didn't know Danny was into football," Jason commented.

They'd been together for eight months, and it had never come up. Danny wasn't much into sports in general, as far as Jason had been aware, although he did tolerate basketball when Jason wanted to watch the Gotham Knights' games.

"He's not," Maddie assured him. "He just hates the Green Bay Packers for some reason." She put the meat thermometer on the counter and grabbed some oven mitts to take out the turkey.

"It's 'cause Vlad is obsessed with them," Jazz pointed out.

Jason had no idea who Vlad was, but Maddie obviously did.

"Oh, that's right. I forgot about that," Maddie said, sliding the turkey onto the kitchen tabletop. "I had just about managed to wipe Vlad from my memory entirely."

Jazz snickered. "God, I wish that were me," she said.

Through the doorway they heard Danny cheering again.

"I guess I'm gonna go hang out in the living room. Let me know if you need help setting the table, or bringing food out, or anything."

With that, Jazz left the kitchen, the door falling quietly shut behind her as she went to join her dad and brother on the couch.

Jason and Maddie worked in silence for a while, transferring food to serving plates, carving the turkey, washing dishes. But Jason's curiosity got the better of him after a minute, and he had to ask.

"Who's Vlad?"

Maddie groaned. "Some guy Jack and I were friends with in college," she answered. "After we grew apart, he ended up being wildly successful, and then we got reconnected at our college reunion, and...." She sighed. "It took way too long for us to realize he was a massive creep, obsessed with me and Danny, not to mention a supervillain."

"A supervillain?" Jason repeated, shocked.

In the back of his mind, he knew he shouldn't be that surprised. He didn't plan to say anything, but ever since they'd first met, he'd suspected that Danny might be some kind of meta-human, and that often led to involvement with supervillains, whether they wanted it to or not.

Maddie waved a hand dismissively and went back to carving the turkey.

"He's nothing to worry about anymore," she said. "He was locked up years ago, don't remember where, or by whom, but we haven't seen hide nor hair of him since, and that's all that matters to me." She moved the turkey to the counter and started moving the cuts to a serving dish. "Could you get five plates out of that cupboard there and put them on the table, then go let Jazz know she can start doing place settings?"

"Sure."

Once everything was ready, even Jack and Danny got up to help place the food on the table before they all found their seats, Jason between Danny and his sister, and Danny's parents on the other side. The Fentons didn't say grace, even on Thanksgiving. They just started serving up food and digging in.

"These candied sweet potatoes are even better than usual," Jack commented. "And the turkey is cooked to perfection."

"Mom's turkey is always good, as long as it doesn't come back to life and swear revenge," Jazz joked.

Maddie lightly smacked Jazz's shoulder for the barb. "The sweet potatoes were Jason's doing, actually. I think he tweaked the recipe a little, but he's definitely good in the kitchen, just like Danny said he was," she said, then turned to Jason in particular. "You were such a help with everything, sweetie, thank you."

"It's no problem, I was happy to help."

Danny leaned over and said under his breath, "She called you sweetie; that means she likes you."

"I actually picked up on that myself, but thanks," Jason whispered back.

"He tweaked the stuffing recipe, too, something about the herbs," Maddie added. "I like it much better than I usually cook it. I'll have to get him to write down the recipe for me before he leaves."

"I told you he was a good cook," Danny said, beaming. "He cooks me homemade meals for date night sometimes, and they're always amazing."

The amount of praise they were showering him with was actually starting to make Jason a bit bashful. He was proud of his cooking skills, but he didn't get to share them too often, so he wasn't used to this kind of enthusiasm—not from anyone besides Danny, at least. And it only continued as they all tried the various different dishes he and Maddie had cooked up.

So far, so good—embarrassed though he may have been.

Then the interrogation began.

"So, Jason, what exactly do you do for a living?" Jazz asked. "As much as Danny talks about you, he's always been pretty vague about the details."

It was an easy enough question. He and Danny had discussed their cover-story for all the basic questions his family might ask, like what Jason did and how they'd met. Since Danny still didn't know what Jason actually did, he wasn't about to tell Danny's parents that he was a Gotham crime lord.

He recited his prepared lie, "I work in private security. People hire the company I work for to protect... events, assets, property, that kind of thing. We get pretty good business, being Gotham based. There's always somebody who needs bouncers to keep the villain of the week away from their block party or museum showcase, or whatever."

It was a good story, interesting, respectable, and plausible. He may have been small compared to most of the Fentons, but even they could no doubt tell Jason had a solid stature himself.

"Sounds exciting," Jack commented. "Is that a dangerous job?"

"Sometimes, but not as much as you'd think." Jason shrugged. "Usually if anyone really dangerous comes out of the woodwork, the Bats do, too, so we don't actually have to do much."

"So how did you and Danny meet, then?" Maddie asked.

Again, Jason had a lie all prepped for this. "Wayne tech hired us for some additional security while they were moving some sensitive equipment or something to the airfield where Danny works—my guess is some new experimental jet fuel or radar technology they haven't released yet, although we weren't allowed to know what it actually was. Anyway, I met Danny there, and we hit it off right away, so I asked if he wanted to go out after work, and the rest is history."

They had not hit it off right away.

In fact, they had both been extremely frustrated with each other when they'd actually first met—although Jason was inclined to blame that on the stress of having just been kidnapped and locked in a room with no apparent escape. He couldn't tell Danny's mom that, of course; she would freak.

"Ha! Danny must have some good game to win you over that fast," Jack declared. He winked and nudged Danny with his elbow conspiratorially. "Well done, son."

Danny just laughed.

The conversation eased off of Danny and Jason's relationship for a little while after that.

Danny told a funny work story. Jack spilled cranberry sauce, prompting Maddie to recall a story about a past thanksgiving mishap, which in turn reminded Jazz of a funny story from her and Danny's childhood, which Jason followed up with a story from his own childhood, a story about a time Dick had come to visit, back when he was still living at the manor with Bruce, before he'd died.

He tried not to think about that time, not because he'd been unhappy back then, but because now, all those memories were colored by his death. It was hard to laugh about the few occasions he'd been able to hang out with Dick, without remembering that his older brother had been in space when he'd been brutally killed.

It was hard for Jason to think about who he'd been before, once he'd become the person he was after.

But the memory had come to him anyway, and he'd shared it, because that was what one did at Thanksgiving dinner with their partner's family. Danny made it easier, but once Jason finished telling it, the pangs of anger and disappointment and loss came to him still.

Easier wasn't the same as easy.

"Oh, that's sweet," Maddie told him. "Are you and your family still close like that?"

Jason hesitated. He and Danny had prepared for this, too, but that didn't make it easier to talk about in practice.

"No, not really," he answered after a moment. "For a while things were very tense between me and them... but... things have been getting a little better lately—slowly but surely. It's still tense, but things were way worse before. I could barely even stand to talk to them without it turning into a screaming match."

Across the table, Jack and Maddie exchanged guilty looks, and changed the subject almost immediately. It seemed Danny was right on the money when he said that response would get them to talk about something else fast.

"That's... too bad," Maddie said. "But... uh...." She shot an urgent look at her husband.

"So how do you feel about ghosts?" Jack asked loudly.

In the corner of his eye, Jason saw his boyfriend tense.

The question was admittedly strange, but they seemed to be reaching for any topic that would steer the conversation away from Jason's family issues. Which Jason was relieved for, though admittedly, he didn't really know or care much about ghosts in particular.

"Ghosts, huh?" he said, "I guess I'm open to the idea of them. With all the crazy stuff I've seen in my life, I'd have to be stupid to write off the possibility completely. But I've never seen a ghost before, so I guess I'll believe it when I see it."

All the Fentons glanced at Danny.

They looked like they were trying to be subtle about it, but they were not doing a very good job. For some reason the subject of ghosts suddenly felt even more loaded than the subject of Jason's family, and now he was the one reaching for a subject change.

Feeling awkward, Jason cleared his throat and asked, "So, Jazz, Danny tells me you're a brain surgeon. That must be a pretty intense job, huh?"

"I'm just a resident right now, actually. I don't have the experience to perform surgery myself yet, but I do get to be a surgical assistant a lot," she said, a hint of relief behind her smile that told Jason he'd made the right choice. "It's really fascinating. A little gross, but I've long since gotten used to the gore of it all."

"Not at the dinner table, dear," Maddie chided gently, a soft laugh in her tone.

And just like that, the loaded atmosphere was gone, and the other Fentons were talking more about themselves, rather than interrogating Jason.

He learned that Jazz had wanted to be a brain surgeon since middle school—except for a brief stint during med school where she'd seriously considered switching to psychology before ultimately deciding to stay on the track she'd started with.

He learned that Jack and Maddie were both paranormal scientists. That they'd been written off as crackpots years ago, but as aliens, meta-humans, magicians, and other supernatural entities gradually became more commonplace over the years, the two of them had also gradually become highly respected experts in their field. Jack even invited Jason to go ghost hunting with them, which Jason apologetically declined, reminding the enthusiastic man that he and Danny would be returning to Gotham in the morning.

The more time passed, the more the conversation shifted.

There was a little more talk about cooking and trading recipes. It caught Jazz's attention when Danny mentioned how much Jason liked books, although the topic quickly petered out when he revealed his preference for fiction and especially classics, whereas Jazz was more inclined toward non-fiction, particularly scientific and medical journals.

After dinner wound down and they got up to put away the food and dishes, Jack and Maddie remarked what a wonderful time they'd had, and invited Danny and Jason back for Christmas.

Jason opened his mouth to accept, jumping at the excuse to turn down Alfred's inevitable invitation to spend the holiday with his own family, but Danny spoke before he could say anything.

"Sorry, but we can't," he said. "I'd love to, but unfortunately, I'm gonna have to work this Christmas, and I can't get out of it."

Jason furrowed his eyebrows and frowned. Thankfully, after Danny's statement, no one was looking at Jason, or they would have no doubt seen the skepticism on his face.

"Oh no, are you sure?" Maddie asked, pouting.

"Yeah, I'm sure," Danny insisted apologetically.

"But it's Christmas!" Jack moaned. "They can't make you work on Christmas! I thought Bruce Wayne was supposed to be a good guy!"

"I know, but I really really have to. Sorry, but maybe next year."

His parents pouted and complained, but didn't challenge him further. Jason didn't either, even though he happened to know for a fact that Wayne Enterprises gave Christmas off for everyone but a skeleton crew of essential employees who volunteered to spend the holiday at work for a massive bonus—and test pilots were not essential employees. In fact, the entire aeronautics and space department got a week off for the holiday, whether they celebrated or not.

However, if Danny was lying to his parents, Jason figured he had to have a good reason. Lord knew Jason lied to his family all the time, so it wasn't like he had any room to judge anyway. So he kept quiet and let Danny have his lie.

After an hour to digest, Maddie broke out the desserts, and they all partook in ice-cream, brownies, and the best key-lime pie Jason had ever had in his life.

Then came a few hours of board games: Clue, Monopoly, Life. Jason won Clue, but Jazz claimed victory at Life, and Maddie absolutely smoked them all at Monopoly—he should have known that would be the case when she pulled out a custom green ghost monopoly piece, which Jack had apparently given her for her birthday a few years ago.

It was getting very late when they all decided to turn in. Jazz headed up to her room first, but the rest of them quickly followed after deciding against a round of cards.

Danny led Jason up to his childhood bedroom. The walls were pale blue, with posters for NASA, and some band Jason had never heard of called Dumpty Humpty. There were glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, and video game figurines on a shelf above his desk.

Everything was slightly dusty after years of disuse. His parents had clearly tidied up before he came to visit, but not that thoroughly.

The two of them changed into nightclothes and climbed into bed—he had a full-size bed, rather than a twin, so it wasn't as cramped as it might've been. Danny turned the lights off before climbing in after Jason, and they turned to face each other in bed, both tired, but neither ready to fall asleep just yet.

Jason looked into Danny's eyes, which always seemed to glow a faint Lazarus green in the darkness, and wondered, not for the first time, if his own eyes did the same. He never asked, though, afraid he wouldn't like the answer.

For a long moment, they just watched each other in silence.

"Why did you lie about working on Christmas?" Jason asked softly.

The question had been nagging at him all evening. He just couldn't figure out why Danny would make up excuses to skip out on another holiday when Thanksgiving had gone so well. Unless Danny didn't think it had.

Danny's lips pinched into a sour expression for a moment, but then he sighed.

"Christmas with my family isn't like Thanksgiving with my family," he explained. "Even before I fell out with them, Christmas was like torture, and I've always hated it. I haven't celebrated Christmas since I moved out at eighteen, and I don't ever want to again, especially not with them."

Even though his voice was level, Jason could tell how strongly Danny felt about this. It actually surprised him to hear his boyfriend so intensely serious about such a typically light-hearted holiday.

He swallowed and then cautiously spoke again.

"Do you want to spend it with me, then?" he offered. Then quickly added, "We don't have to celebrate or anything. We can just have a regular date; I'll make dinner, and we can just hang out together.... Only if you want to, I mean."

"You don't want to celebrate yourself?" Danny asked, quirking his eyebrows.

Jason scoffed quietly. "More like I want to be able to tell my family I have plans so I don't have to celebrate with them."

"Ah, gotcha. Understandable," Danny said. "That sounds nice... but actually...." He seemed hesitant to say anything more, but Jason waited patiently and eventually Danny continued. "There is a winter holiday that I do celebrate around Christmastime, not always on the same day, but usually pretty close."

"What's that?"

"It's called Truce... it's... it's... a holiday." Danny replied, sounding nervous.

After a beat of contemplative silence Jason said "... uh... okay? I've never heard of it before. Tell me about it? Is this some religious thing? Because I thought you were an atheist."

Danny shook his head and quickly jumped to explain. "No it's not... I guess you could say it's a spiritual holiday, but it's nothing to do with religion," he said. One hand poked up over the top of the blanket to gesticulate awkwardly between the two of them. "Basically, on Truce, violence of any kind is strictly off limits. It's a day of peace, where you put aside all your grudges and hatred, and spend the day celebrating with the people around you, friends and enemies, good and evil, right and wrong—for just one day, none of it matters. No crime and no justice"

Jason nodded slowly. "That sounds... nice," he said cautiously. In truth it sounded vaguely culty and Jason was starting to get a little bit concerned about the kind of stuff his boyfriend was apparently into without his knowing.

"Learning about it was basically the only thing that saved me from writing off the entire month of December as unsalvageable." Danny admitted.

"It also kinda sounds like a cult thing." Jason decided to voice his concerns, just in case Danny really wasn't aware of that fact.

"It's not a cult thing! It's a cultural thing... or... subculture?" His conviction wavered even as he spoke, which didn't really ease Jason's suspicions. "I don't know." He shook his head. "You don't have to celebrate with me if you don't want to, but I'm gonna have a couple of friends over for it and—" Danny cut himself off with a huffy sigh.

"No, I want to!" Jason said quickly. "I mean it sounds very culty, but if it's important to you, I want to be a part of it. And if it is a cult thing, I want to know so I can determine how much danger you're in."

"It's not a cult!" Danny insisted, and he yanked the pillow out from under his head to whack Jason with it.

Jason laughed and pretended to spit feathers out of his mouth, even though it wasn't a feather pillow, and Danny laughed with him before putting his pillow back where it belonged.

Jason wasn't entirely joking about the cult thing, but he knew it would do no good to press the issue when all he had was suspicions and no evidence.

"We should get some sleep," Jason suggested instead, faking a yawn for good measure which almost immediately turned into a real yawn. It had been quite the day. "We can talk about it more tomorrow."

"Alright," Danny agreed through a yawn of his own. "Good night, Jason."

"Night, Danny," Jason said.

He rolled over once so Danny couldn't see the concern on his face, but he quickly fell asleep.

#dpxdc #dead on main ship #fic #things i wrote #thanksgiving fic #ghouls and gangs #dpxdc big bang

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wandixx · 1 year ago

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Greeting comrades,

I’m Wandixx, Polish history enthusiast, baby writer and budding artist. Grab your tea/coffee/juice or whatever else beverage you favor and let’s go!

I’m part of the DPxDC fandom so my fics are from here. And this list exists so we all can find anything on this blog, welcome!

Here is my AO3:

My finished fics/prompt fills:

“Blood Blossom”:

Desperate times require desperate solutions. When, after escaping GIW, Danny gets trapped by the Justice League, he has only one way to get out of it. Eating a Blood Blossom. (this one includes a sad and happy ending!)

“Contingencies”:

Danny lives with Bats and it all seems to go pretty well. Until they find his contingency plans, including ones against himself, that were just over glorified suicide to-do list. How the hell are they supposed to handle that (that’s a chunky boi, over 20k)

"(Don't) Leave me here alone" (previously "You'll never find the answers")

M'gann was having an amazing day. She met with her civilian friends, drank an amazing smoothie, saw a cute dog. For a few hours, she didn't have to think about problems that took more than 20 minutes to solve. For a few hours, she could just be Megan. And then there was a scream of a woman, mother, who thought too loud and faded too fast and M'gann wasn't enough to save her and it made her whole world come crashing down. And then Danny found her, with a soft smile and patient voice. He kneeled beside her to pick up the pieces. And shards cut them both in the process. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 AO3 link Art by Clockworkclown

“Ghost of fries and hero of cookies”

Duke wasn't expecting to wake up from his quick rooftop nap to some meta kid with fries. He also wasn't expecting kid to stay Or Danny asked Dani to stay safe while she was in Gotham. Where would she be safer than under the wing of a local hero? And he looked like he needed a bad day combo anyway. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, art AO3 link

“Reverse summoning”:

It’s always DC characters summoning Danny. How about we do this another way around? Danny was desperate for a mentor and help (and some cold medicine). How- What- Why is Wonder Woman standing in his bedroom?

“Unknown, the Wandering Hero”:

Unknown was what Justice League called the friendly anonymous hero, who kept helping them with ghosts. Only one with powers working on them. It just turns out, they were much younger than everyone expected. Danny went through a lot lately and the less people knew who he was, the less likely he was to return to the operating table.

M'gannxDanny one-shots: (their ship name is 💚Spearmint💚) (I love them so much, can you tell?)

"M'gann and curious case of disappearing cities"

M'gann was bored out of her mind and her monitoring shift with Green Arrow just started! Sure, it was important thing to learn and all, but also just a bit more interesting than drying paint. And then entire city just disappeared from the feed, so she stormed out to investiagate. And it went downhill from there

"Fight over the Mars"

Danny was ambushed by Vlad when he was minding his own buisness. It wouldn't be unusual if he didn't have a portal gun, that send them all over the world and then to the freaking Mars. And then Miss Martian showed up. Yeah, Danny was absolutely normal about that part

"Relationship reveal with ghost summoning on the side"

Young Justice fumbled a bit a mission involving the cult. Yeah, they managed to summon the wish granting ghost and only Aqualad had a way to touch her. Not the best look... But then Miss Martian said she had an idea! The idea was to summon another ghost... And it worked and he attacked the first ghost! Wait, when exactly did petnames get on the table?!

"Date in the Ghost Zone"

Danny loves Ghost Zone. Especially Far Frozen, where he found almost second family. Danny also loves M'gann, his amazing girlfriend, for who he'd go to the end of world and back. It was only fair he introduced one to another.

"Relationship reveal with a side of mind-control (or really the other way around)"

M'gann didn't need to be a psychic to see that something was wrong. She didn't need to be one of Phantom's closest friends and know that whatever was going on was against his basic principles. She maybe even didn't need to be his girlfriend, with added bonus of being intimitely familiar with his eyes, which were decidedly never red. Team was none of it, of course, so they assumed it was a villain attack. M'gann was all of that, so she could help.

Actively posted fics:

"GIW made a lot of mistakes and the biggest one was going against Young Justice" (may change hah)

Young Justice wanted a chill afternoon for once, hanging out at amusment park. And then, Danny was attacked by some freaks in white suits. Well, it seems there are villains to make fun of and... did somone mention ✨an evil lab✨? part 1, part 2

"There is only so much you can do for the dead"

Phantom asked for a small favour from the Team. Just one room, for one day. Easy enough. The room he planned to spent his Death Day in. Nobody was quite ready for that. part 1, part 2

"Count the freckles, connect them like the stars"

Five time Danny found and drew constellations from M'gann's freckles and one time she did that for him Virgo (part 1), Pisces (part 2)

Stuff that I shared snippets of/will get updated maybe some day:

"Danny and Wally are chaos incarnate"

"Seriously chaotic fashion misadventures" (Dani x Damian little fluff)

"Danny, the Young Justice member" random ideas part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4

Mr. J'onzz meet ghost and a half

Christmas in Mount Justice

The stuff I have somewhere on paper and would love to share if asked.

Make yourself at home, and I hope you’ll like it here!

#should i add links to my art and history ramblings?#did i even do the masterlist correctly?

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nurse-floyd · 11 months ago

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Beyond the Finish Line

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x driver!reader

Prompt: driver!reader and gets attacked during race weekend for @pretzelcat4-blog

Tag List: @pretzelcat4-blog @vivwritesfics @faithshouseofchaos @biancathecool @adventuringblind @danielshouseofwhores

The paddock had buzzed with activity and bodies after the race, a mixture of celebration and exhaustion as the pit crews began to pack up and media crews scrambled to get last-minute interviews. You had had a decent race, earning points alongside Daniel for the team. You had been eager to get to the debriefing to review your progress and see what you could improve on for the next race. You had made your way through the back of the motorhomes, hoping to avoid the large crowds of people when you had felt a blow to the back of your head. It had caught you unaware as you fell forward to the ground, your head bouncing off the concrete. There had been a few more blows before your attacker had run off, leaving you stunned and disoriented as you tried to pick yourself up off the ground.

You had stumbled up the stairs, trying to hide the bruises you were sure were forming on your face as best as you could with your baseball cap as you entered the debriefing room. The room had fallen silent as you had entered, all eyes turning towards you.

“Nice of you to join us,” your team boss had spat from his spot at the front of the room, his irritation clear.

“I-I’m sorry…” you had tried to keep your voice steady, but it had cracked.

As soon as his gaze had met your battered appearance, his anger had dissipated. “What the hell happened to you?” His eyes had widened as he took in the sight of your ripped clothing and split lip that had slowly oozed with blood.

Daniel had been at your side immediately, his chair almost crashing to the floor in his attempt to get to you. His face had been full of concern as his hands had hovered above your body, afraid to touch and hurt you more. “You’re hurt! What happened?”

“I-I’m fine,” you had protested weakly, trying to stay upright despite the dizziness that had overwhelmed your senses. Your voice had been barely above a whisper, clearly still shocked by the attack.

Danny had shot your team principal a desperate look before his full attention had returned to you. “You’re not fine, sweetheart. We need to get you looked at, now.”

Your team principal’s expression had changed, his annoyance turning into concern. “Get her out of here; we’ll deal with this later. Y/N, we need to make sure you’re okay.”

With Danny’s help, he had guided you out of the briefing room. He had guided you through the paddock toward the medical center, his arm securely around your shoulders, offering both physical support and a comforting presence. The paddock had been a blur as people had seemed to stare while Danny had carefully guided you towards the medical center, but you could barely focus on your surroundings, the pain in your head and wrist overwhelming your senses.

As the two of you had reached the building, Danny had quickly spoken with the staff, his urgency apparent. “We need some help. She’s been attacked.” He hadn’t left your side, even as the team of medical staff had tried to push him away. Not that you’d let go of the death grip you had on his hand, not wanting to be alone either. The medical team had sprung into action. They had guided you to a cubicle, where they had helped you up onto the bed.

Danny had remained close, his hand in yours. “I’ll be right here,” he had said softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “You’re doing great, sweetheart,” he had praised as one of the medics had tended to your swollen wrist and another had begun to clean up the split in your lip. He had watched, his eyes never leaving you, his hands occasionally brushing against yours in a reassuring gesture. “How are you feeling?”

“Dizzy… sore,” you had admitted, your voice barely above a whisper.

Danny had nodded. “That’s to be expected with a concussion. Just keep focusing on me, yeah? We’ll get you through this.”

As the medic had finished wrapping your sprained wrist and checked your vital signs, Danny had continued to provide quiet reassurances. “You’re doing great. They’re almost done.”

When the medical team had finally been satisfied they’d stabilized you, they had left to update your manager, leaving you alone with Danny.

“Do you need anything?” he had asked. “Water? A snack?

You had shaken your head slightly. “Just… you being here. It helps.”

Danny had smiled, though his eyes had still been filled with concern. “I’m not going anywhere.”

He had pulled up a chair next to the bed and sat down, his presence a steadying comfort. As you had rested and the medication you had been given had kicked in, the pain and dizziness had begun to ease a little. Daniel’s support and his being at your side throughout had made the situation just that little bit more bearable. Despite the events of the day, his kindness and presence had provided relief in the midst of the commotion.

News of the attack had spread through the paddock, and your phone had begun blowing up with messages from other drivers. The atmosphere had shifted from the excitement of the race to shock and concern over what had happened to you. Drivers, pit crews, and journalists had begun to discuss the incident, various rumors about what had happened flying around. Your phone had been vibrating incessantly from where it had sat on the side table as messages and calls came through. Eventually, Danny had turned it off, saying you needed your rest and didn’t need the stress.

First to arrive was Lando. His face had been a mixture of worry and then relief when he had burst into the medical center. “Shit, I heard what happened but I didn’t believe it. Are you okay?” He had rushed to your side, his eyes scanning you for injuries and widening as he saw the multiple bruises on your face and strapped-up wrist.

“I’m fine, honestly,” you had replied, “just been a bit of a shit day.”

Lando took the other seat opposite Danny as he had gently grabbed hold of your uninjured hand. “You had us all worried,” he had glanced towards your teammate, who had nodded in agreement, his expression reflecting the severity of the situation. He sat with you for a few hours until he had to leave for his own team commitments.

Max had joined next with Charles; they both looked shaken as they entered the room, not knowing what to expect as they had heard all of the rumors surrounding your accident flying around the paddock. “We’re going to make sure we find who did this. We’ve got you,” Charles had reassured.

Max gave you one of his comforting hugs, the ones he knew you liked so much, seeking them out from your opponent whenever you could. “We’re all here for you, Y/N.”

The pair had stayed with you and Danny for a few hours, helping to keep your mind off things, which had been a welcome distraction from the pain.

Your team boss had been briefed by the medics and had arrived shortly after Max, Lando, and Charles had taken their leave. “We’ve got the police involved and they’ll want to talk to you when you’re feeling better. They’re reviewing security footage and security is being briefed for the next race to ensure this doesn’t happen to anyone else. For now, you need to take time to recover, and if that means skipping the next race, that’s what we need to do.”

You had known he wouldn’t address how he had spoken to you earlier, before he had realized you were hurt. No, he was too proud for that and had an image to uphold. While you were observed for a couple of hours, you had had a few other visitors, but Danny had been the one who had stayed by you the whole time, never leaving your side. You had eventually been allowed back your phone, albeit only for a moment as Danny had briefly left for the bathroom and you had been able to sneak a look. The influx of messages had been overwhelming, but the support and concern from everyone had been a small comfort in what had been an awful day.

As the hours had passed, the media had obviously gotten hold of what had happened, and your boss had ended up releasing a statement you knew you’d have to follow up on to show everyone you were okay. The doctors had been happy with your progress but had told you they still wanted to transfer you to the hospital for observation and a few more tests, so you had known you’d have to release something yourself before prying eyes and the media saw you.

Max had snapped a picture of the two of you, Danny stroking your hair back as he comforted you, and you both had thought this was a good photo to accompany your own statement for social media. Maybe it hadn’t been the soft launch the two of you had planned, but something good had to come out of the day you’d had.

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hello! ive been reading comics daredevil features in (finished all his title comics) and recently read defenders (2017) but i was wondering if you could confirm if that was based on the netflix defenders instead of the other way around? were matt, luke, danny and jessica ever on a named team together before?

thank you so much for your time!! your blog is amazing

Hello, and thank you!

Yes, the 2017 Defenders series, while set in the regular 616 comics universe, was directly inspired by the Netflix Defenders shows and was created to draw in readers from that audience (and while I don't have the actual sales numbers, I think it worked? It felt like everyone was reading and talking about this series when it was coming it. It was a very fun time).

The answer to your second question is twofold:

1. A team called the Defenders has existed within the Marvel Universe since the 70s. However, it was not this team, or even anything like it. The roster has changed over the years, but the original line-up included the Hulk, Dr. Strange, Namor, Valkyrie, and Nighthawk. The concept behind the team was that they were a group of powerful heroes who would only actually come together in secret, when the safety of the planet was in jeopardy (the original Defenders series refers to them as "the greatest non-team in history"). They often dealt with cosmic threats that other heroes couldn't necessarily handle. In 2011, a new Defenders series was introduced that slightly revamped the team and added Danny as a core member. He is the only Netflix Defenders character to have been an official part of that team. Luke and Matt teamed up with the Defenders once or twice over the years, as have many other heroes (one of my favorite Daredevil cameos of all time, in fact, is in Giant-Size Defenders #3, where he gets recruited to help the team fight aliens and then dies almost immediately). But as far as the Netflix Defenders go, there is no real connection; somebody (Jeph Loeb?) decided these guys needed a team name and just slapped the "Defenders" label onto them for no clear reason beyond the fact that it hadn't been used yet in the MCU.

2. Yes, these four characters have teamed up before, and more! Luke and Danny—Power Man and Iron Fist, the original Heroes for Hire—are one of Marvel's longest-held and most distinguished duos. They have been partners/best friends/chosen brothers/queer-subtext-generators since the 70s and have headlined series together on-and-off for the past fifty years, including the CLASSIC Power Man and Iron Fist volume 1, which is one of those comics that I recommend to everybody because it's just that good (pleeeease read it, and then come talk to me about it!). And Jessica, while a much newer character with a non-traditional superhero career trajectory as far as teams go, has been married to Luke since 2006. Luke, Jessica, their daughter Dani, and her namesake Uncle Danny are not just a team, they are a family.

Left: New Avengers vol. 2 #23 by Brian Michael Bendis, Mike Deodato, Will Conrad, Rain Beredo, and Joe Caramagna Right: Power Man and Iron Fist vol. 3 #6 by David Walker, Flaviano, John Rauch, and Clayton Cowles

And Matt is...one of their many friends. In this regard, I've always found it funny that he was included, because as far as their comics relationship dynamic goes, he's very much a third wheel in this scenario. He's just a guy they know. But they are all members of the NYC street-level hero community, and they've teamed up in various capacities over the years. Luke, Jessica, and Danny have all done bodyguarding work for Nelson & Murdock, and Luke and Danny were part of the team that helped bring down Demon Matt during Shadowland. As far as named teams go, when Luke and Jessica were leading the New Avengers (with Danny, of course), Matt was temporarily a member, and they were also part of the Marvel Knights team, a street-level group that was a key inspiration for the tone and concept of the Netflix Defenders.

So yes, this is a very long way of saying that anytime you see a comic that uses the name "Defenders" to refer to Luke, Danny, Jessica, and Matt, that comes straight from the MCU and not the other way around.

#MCU #Netflix Defenders #Jessica Jones #Luke Cage #Iron Fist #Danny Rand #Daredevil #Matt Murdock #Asks #Adventures in Continuity

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heretyc · 4 months ago

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Introduction/Information Post [Finally]

Hi! I'm Heretyc. Obviously. But I go by Odile! If you were a follower a few years ago you'd know I went by my real name, but I no longer associate with it, so the new name is Odile :) you can call me Odile or Heretyc, either one is okay. If you're new, welcome!

I'm a writer who's been writing for over a decade, specifically original works and fanworks. It's my joy and I'm not afraid to admit fanfiction is why I got on my high school's honour roll for English. How exactly do you tell your teacher you knew formal wording from an x reader fic you read once that summer? Exactly.

I write for the Outlast fandom on this blog. On my AO3 [onwednesdayswemourn] I may delve into other fandoms, but this blog is strictly about Outlast and its many titles. I don't just write; I also make memes when the ideas come to me. I write whilst watching Golden Girls. That explains why the MC is sarcastic to some degree in most of my fics.

Something to keep in mind is this is a sideblog! My main blog is what I use to comment with under my posts. My main blog has been untouched for years and I'm too lazy to delete everything on there to start fresh lol

Types of content -

Headcanons

Drabbles

Fics [albeit length may vary lmfao I suck when it comes to long fics]

Ships [where you send an ask and I'll pair you with an Outlast character! Include your personality and stuff you'd like to add like zodiac, hobbies, etc]

Reader x Character

Memes

AU's [with the help of the anons/followers on this blog! Can't take all of the credit obvs]

Tropes, Settings and Topics -

Enemies to lovers

Wife/Spouse

Angst

Fluff

Fluff to angst

Angst to fluff

Comfort in terms of heavy topics [such as abuse, mental health, sexual assault, etc]

Swaps [Like Reagent! Prime asset x Prime asset! Reagent]

NSFW

SFW

Hurt & comfort

Periods [I call them funny names lol Carrie at prom, tempting a vampire, etc]

Marijuana usage

Yandere

Polyamorous/Polygamy relationships

Plus sized reader

Familial/platonic bonds [like parent! character x child! reader or something]

Agere [trauma based]

I think the beauty of fanfiction is that it allows creative freedoms; I don't think anything should really be censored. However, I do have a few things that I will not write about.

These include:

Pedophilia

Incest

Anything involving bodily fluids that isn't cum, saliva, breastmilk. Basically no feces, vomit or urine play

Fics/topics that fetishize or are offensive in nature [Like raceplay. While I'm sure it's attractive to some people, I am not a POC and therefore don't think writing about that is a good idea coming from myself.]

And that's pretty much it. I'm proship and think harassing others for writing things is pathetic, but those are my limits! [I support you as long as you keep these interests fictional only, ofc. Excluding the third one, just keep that in the bedroom please lol.]

I write for pretty much everybody, but here's a list of everybody I've written for;

Outlast -

Trager

Miles

Chris

Walrider

Outlast Whistleblower -

Jeremy

Eddie Gluskin, the OG lol

Outlast 2 -

Val

Marta

The Outlast Trials -

Leland Coyle

Phyllis Futterman/Mother Gooseberry

Franco Barbi

Danny [the large grunt with the hair]

Most ex-pops [Pitcher, Night Hunter, Pusher]

Easterman

I can write for anybody you wish, as long as the character themselves has:

Content that I can watch/interact with so I can get a better idea of what they're like

Playtime or is at least mentioned a few times in the lore or games themselves

I rely on the Outlast wikipedia, YouTube, and/or the games [I have all 4] to get a better idea of how the character acts, behaves and whatever else. This is so I write as accurately as humanly possible. In terms of requests, they're always open unless I state otherwise. If they're ever closed, it's because I'm either extremely busy IRL or if it's because I need to catch up and finish ones that have been sitting in my inbox.

If you want to request multiple characters or characters from a specific game, feel free to specify.

If you want me to write for a specific AU, lemme know. My asks are always open if you also need an ear or just want to ask something. I don't bite. (O_O)b If you require tone tags, please let me know. I know my tone can sometimes sound sarcastic, so if you require anything that'll help you understand my posts/fics a bit better, please don't hesitate to ask. /genuine If you notice any changes in my fics/headcanons, it's because I'll go back and edit them to be fuller or edit out any spelling/grammar mistakes. An orphan combusts for every time I miss a spelling mistake.

We've made quite a few Alternate Universes/AU's on this blog! Here's the list with links to the posts that started the AU's:

Maneater AU - Franco Barbi x Reader

Maneater AU is about Franco Barbi and his cannibalistic wife, who is referred to as just "Maneater". Her appearance is kept vague so you can insert yourself, an OC, or your reagent. Her persona is also up to you! But in fics, she is written as elegant, enigmatic and affectionate.

She's also a prime asset, and does trials alongside Barbi.

CW: This AU has themes of cannibalism, murder and overall dark topics. It's Joker/Harley Quinn-esque excluding the abuse.

Wife AU - Franco Barbi x Reader [I can't find the OG post :(]

Reagent/You is the wife of Franco Barbi. Some fics/headcanons have you and him in Havana, some have you in Sinyala, still. Depends on the requests and ideas I get.

Same concept as the Maneater AU; the wife is totally kept vague.

Jessica Rabbit AU - Franco Barbi x Reader

An AU where you are like Jessica Rabbit; gorgeous and out of Barbi's league, and yet you've got Barbi at your side, his face full of your kiss marks.

Much like the other two, the character is kept vague. The only thing about her is she's tall and wears a glittery gown. It's like if you took Jessica and replaced her hair, gloves and facial features.

Vampiress AU - Franco Barbi x Reader

Based off of an anon user sticking Lady Dimitrescu and Franco Barbi [as well as Eddie Gluskin] into a room, this AU features a giantess vampire-esque MC/you and an obsessive Barbi who would literally shoot off his own foot for you. It's still in development and I'm getting some fic ideas in order. :D

Thank you if you've read this far! Enjoy your stay. Anything you read below here is a DNI/BYI.

This blog contains fanfiction of Outlast characters, both antagonist and protagonist, which means there is gore, murder, and several other things that are typically associated with murder.

With that being said, I obviously do not condone any of it. That shouldn't need to be said, but...[shrug]

I've been seeing a ton of proship/antiship discourse, and while I've only learned of those terms last year, let me get this out of the way;

I do not believe censorship in media is a good idea, but I also do not like or encourage the writing of some specific topics [such as underage, zoo, etc]. I do not believe in harassing others over things they've written, however; I use the block button and 'block tags' whenever I see fit.

I've seen many antiship individuals tell proship to kill themselves, that their "sexual abuse isn't real", and many other disgusting things that have soured my opinion about antiship.

At its core, antiship is harmful and was made to harass people; its origins made that clear. As a result, I do not want proclaimed antishippers onto this blog, nor do I want them interacting with my content. Enjoying Outlast whilst being anti is irony at its finest.

I don't consider myself proship, but antis are not welcome here if they wish to harass and wish death on people. That is disgusting. If you have "proship DNI", or worse, "proship KYS" on your blog, you'll not only be blocked, but reported if you have the latter anywhere on your profile. I don't care, telling somebody to end their life is so...vile? Like how do you sleep at night?

If you're anti? I wish you well, but people on this blog, proship or not, deserve to feel safe and not worry about being told to end their life because they find Eddie Gluskin or Franco Barbi hot. I assure you finding fake murderers attractive is the least of your worries.

Frankly, as a writer of over a decade, those terms do nothing but start wars. I don't believe in or identify with either. I write horror, that's it. There's nothing deeper about it. See someone proship? Block and move on, literally no reason to wish harm on people you don't even know.

I also block minors due to the fact that I write sexual content, and people who reblog harmful rhetorics toward any group [the amount of biphobia I see on here is horrifying].

If you've read this far, thank you, and take care. xo

#heretyc #heretyc's information post

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five0mcdanno · 6 months ago

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I just finished the show today and scrolling through tumblr to deal with the feels and I found your post from before the finale aired where you said that you would be ok as long as Steve doesn’t end up back with Catherine and I just laughed and needed to ask you how you reacted to the finale when exactly that happened

HI there! Sorry I took so long to respond! Life, ya know. I'm so happy you've been enjoying a scroll through my blog! God I love this show.

Oh my god the finale! Yeah that post of mine certainly didn't age well did it lol. The ONLY thing I didn't want to see and then there pops up Catherine. Bleh. I remember watching the episode and I was having a blast. I was crying a lot after those damn goodbyes hitting me right in the heart. I was sad cause Steve was leaving. I was sad because Danny was hurting both physically and emotionally and he was so upset and angry that Steve was leaving but in my heart I knew Steve would return when he was ready and they'd all be fine again. Then we see Steve on the plane and he gets the text from Danny and I was like "yup things are gonna be okay."

AND THEN CATHERINE SHOWS UP!!!!

Oh my god nonny I was so ANGRY. WHY! Why did she have to appear! She'd done nothing but make his life hell. Why now did she have to show up when he is already in so much pain and needs a break from everything does she show up!? She's gonna make everything worse for him and I hate it. It was also just so unnecessary in terms of plot. It made the ending weird. Steve was leaving alone because he felt that's what he needed to do. So what is Catherine just gonna tag along and then leave him again? How is that gonna help him. The episode should have ended with the Danny text and a Steve smile looking out the plane window. That's where it should have ended.

To this day I'm still mad over it.

#hawaii five 0 #h50 finale #so mad #anti h50 finale #anti catherine rollins #mod post #ask

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qianqiancandyjar · 4 months ago

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Collected AUs🍬Candyjar

Original and #double fanworks included!

Continuously editing…

🍬My AUs (See introduction in masterposts):

1)#rc9gn yokai ninja au

2)#ninja drama au

3)#dp the secret saturdays au

4)#secret trio roomates au

5)#rc9gn tech-ninja au (Working on it)

🍰Inspired by others' works AUs (Or collaborating AUs? Something in between mine and others'?):

1)#rc9gn scarf buddy au

>The scarf is conscious, like a tail with its own mind. A good partner during a battle. :)

2)#rc9gn ninja cafe au

>Basically Randy and First Ninja work as waiters and chiefs in a ninja-themed cafe. In which parallel universe can I get a RC9GN-themed restaurant & cafe?(I fantasy it every time another anime gets one. I did go to some of them) I'll even design menu for them!

3)#secret trio (kinda? not my original idea that's for sure)

>See in my collection/masterpost.

🍭Others' AUs (some I gave new names myself):

RC9GN (It's taking over the whole page damn):

1)#rc9gn torn pages au

>Aww! First Ninja and little Randy's adventure in corrupted Nomicon world! Love to see they support each other on the way. Wait a sec, where's Plop Plop? And...guess I'll never know. :(

2)#rc9gn age swap au

>First Ninja and Randy switch places, or ages. An interesting idea, which gave me some thoughts on evil plots. >:)

3)#rc9gn nine realms gate au

>Interesting but enormous world-building, and hella cool redesigns for so many characters make my brain overloaded...Feeling like I get stuffed with many things in one time. *facepalmed* I'd probably digest better if it's told in a story, bit by bit. The Fowlham's part is good, though!

4)#rc9gn plague ninja au

>The ninja's an apothecary?! That's a rare idea I favored, even though I know nothing about medicines, drugs, herbs, poison and all. If the Ninja develops more way to use them in battles, the scene would look really cool!

5)#rc9gn travelers au

>The ninjas set out for a trip to find the Sorcerer's balls scattered all over the world. ProtectiveStrict First and goofy Randy, need I say more?

6)#rc9gn tengu origin

>This is where I got part of the idea of yokai ninja au. The Nomicon's not telling the whole truth about bird demon Tengu.

7)#tengu randy x ninja theresa

#tengu randy x jake long

>I've seen tons of ninja theresa AUs, BUT this one is undoubtedly special. The relationship between Randy and Theresa shares a little similarity with Jake and Rose, like, the hunted and the hunter type? FUN. :)

8)#rc10gn the uncertainty follies

>Mystery about cards? The 10th grade dance? The different struggles of Randy and Theresa? I'm waiting to see how this turns out. :3

9)#rc9gn shadow of the future

>An RC9GN fanfic that's actually finished. Mainly about Randy fighting his evil future self together with four other ninjas: First Ninja, Future Ninja(Henry), Ninja Mac, Ninja Howard.

10)#rc9gn paperbody!nomirandy au

>NomiRandy was created by the Nomicon as Randy's stand when he's carrying out his Ninja duty. His body is made of paper and ink. Kinda hard to explain since most of the ideas are within the scattered chat of my friend and I.

🍫Others:

1)#secret trio avatar au

>Randy is the Avatar. He's from Fire Nation like Jake. Danny is from the Water Tribe. I believe Danny has a better spiritual sense than Randy the Avatar.

2)TSS fic-#it will not obey you

3)#dp100 au

4)ROTTMNT fic-#times five

Some I just tagged #rc9gn au or #the secret saturdays au because I can't think of a good name. So some of them may get lost in the ocean of my blogs and reblogs.

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ferronite · 4 months ago

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Hiiii!

I'm idealizing and writing a story with a very different and lighter vibe than Gods are Dead, which I'm even thinking about whether to create a separate blog for it or tell in this one, but anyway. The point is that thinking about this story made me think about something specific: In a hypothetical world with magic (It could be the cliché of elements, like fire, water, earth, air, plant, electricity, etc.), which magic do you think best suits the 7 little creatures?

The question is broad, feel free to decide how you will answer.

oh, well! I can answer this one pretty easy, actually: when they were still the Legion of the Arcana they had magic soooo... I'll just explain their abilities from back then!

Jean: Magma. It's kinda more ranged though- projectiles containing molten rock that explodes on impact. Magic missile if the missile part was a bit more literal.

Maria: Plant stuff. I uh... haven't named that one yet! But yeah it's mostly vine/plant manipulation type stuff. That reminds me, I need to finish her pre-fight drawing at some point.

Kaylen: electricity! Does all the standard electric magic stuff, but also... he could use it to mind control people, to some extent at least, by fucking around with their neurons and nerve signals! (It'd mostly be implanting set sequences so they just get like. Stuck doing one thing. Honorable mention: if he's not associated with electricity in an iteration, they're generally associated with poison!

Danny: Ice. There's unfortunately not a whole lot to say about this one - it's ice magic. He froze stuff. I mean ig his walking on water trick was fun? If he didn't like you he could just freeze your drink over. Could technically freeze the liquids in your body but that's quite a lot of effort.

Selene (ooh using the full name today, huh?): well I mentioned it briefly a while back, but "animation" - essentially, they could grant a rudimentary form of life to any inanimate object. This is generally temporary, unless the thing in question has/had its own source of magic (like, for example, a mages corpse!). That's how they made the Corpse Thing! (Another bonus mention to their ability to cut through anything, but that's from their swords, not their own ability)

Basil: Light, funnily enough. It's, again, pretty standard stuff. He can fry your fucking eyes out. Not a particularly offensive magic type though... at least not compared to the others.

Liv: Shadow, the opposite to Basil. Again not much of note here, aside from it not being overly useful in combat, much like Light. Like... she can manipulate shadows, but it's quite hard to get those to hurt people.

#Got a bit sidetracked there #My bad #But hey we already had the answers to this one!!#oc stuff #arcana tag #restoration Co. Tag #still don't have an ask tag

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sheets-of-your-own · 7 months ago

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hellow tumblr user sheets dash of dash your dash own. i just finished reading voir dire by bonesandthebees (which RULES btw, dsmp fic w kinda heavy topics but highly highly recommend) which is formatted like a court epistolary with testimonies and examinations and stuff, and im looking for reccs of more unconventionally formatted fics! fics made up of transcripts, documents, dictated recordings, etc. etc. anything that isn’t plain text (or mainly isn’t plain text, im not totally anti prose). any fandom, im just interested in the cool ways people mess w medium ! thank you great spreadsheeter

Alright, so I don't have many for this- it's why I took a bit to respond (sorry!) There's 5 fics, which is half of what i usually aim for, but ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

generally, I find that a lot of The Magnus Archives fics are formatted like a transcript to link to the cannon podcast medium, or you can use the 'chat fic' tag when searching in ao3, but that doesn't really help for other, more interesting, forms. So here's what I was able to scrounge together:

Mission: Amity Park by SeeEmRunning G, Gen, Completed, 7,069 words, DC & Danny Phantom

"Amity Park is under siege by the Ghost Investigation Ward. The Justice League mounts a rescue mission. A story told through transcripts, blog posts, internet comments, and a mission report."

So this one is probably the most like what you are looking for, it's formatted like a sequence of blog posts and mission reports and audio transcripts. It's centered around the GIW (government ghost hunters) putting Amity Park (haunted town) under siege. The Justice league investigates. You don't need to have too deep of an understanding for either media to read the fic, but knowing names and a surface level google would probably help

Eye, Me, Myself by arealsword T, Multi, Completed, 7,066 words, The Magnus Archives & Sanders Sides

“Being afraid is a sort of entertainment, isn’t it? ”Considerations on identity and the self. Recorded by the Archivist in situ.

So this fic is so much fun to read, like beyond the actual words on the screen. It's formatted like a podcast transcript, but plays around a lot with the meta text and action tags as part of the plot of the fic. It is not going to be fully understandable if you don't have comprehensive understanding of Sanders Sides as part of the fic is Thomas switching from side to side as he speaks with no clear indication of who exactly is speaking, so you often end up realizing that a different side is speaking now and scrolling up to try to find where exactly the switch happened. It's really good and exactly what you're looking for in terms of using the specific formatting to play into what the characters are doing that couldn't be done any other way- you really need to know about the sanders sides to get it though- I'd recommend the youtube series anyway though, it's not too many cannon episodes and they're really fun, you'd only need to watch like any 2-3 episodes to get a good enough understanding of each side to get the fic, they're really well characterised in cannon so getting their unique speech patters isn't hard.

From the Archives by Sixteenthdays T, Gen, Completed, 129,098 words, Hermitcraft SMP & The Magnus Archives

"A collection of statements from the archives of the Void Institute." Looking into the supernatural incidents collected by the Void Institute starts to create issues for Grian, the archivist and his assistants, both new dangers and looking into old ones.

This series is amazing!! one of my favourites for sure. It's a collection of statements with a central plot running through it (like the magnus archives) all characters involved are the characters in Hermitcraft, 3rd Life and some from Empires and other related SMPs (no RPF, I will never rec RPF- I don't read that) it's really well done and formatted like audio transcripts.

twitterverse by doctormissy T, OR, Uncompleted, 83,405 words, Good Omens & Lucifer (& Doctor Who)

Crowley's latest brilliant idea involves ranting about his undying love tiny crush on Aziraphale on Twitter instead of actually dealing with his feelings now that the world didn't end. Because he will never find out, right?

So I've actually already rec'd this (post), the whole things is formatted like twitter posts with a few video transcripts interspersed throughout. It's mostly Good omens & lucifer, with some small Doctor who parts- but I've never watched it and I was able to read the fic just fine

all the men and women merely players by IzzyMRDB T, Gen, Completed, 2,306 words, DC (Batman)

Tim first noticed Them when he was three years old. It was his very first time on stage, after all, so he could be excused from not noticing Them before. But he played his part. He followed his script, all while looking straight at the camera. AKA Tim knows he's just a character in a comic book. He wishes They treated him as human.

So this one is just prose, but I included it because the main part is the Tim Drake can "see" the reader/audience, and the way it is written is really unique and fits the plot really well- the ending gives me chills every time

#ao3 #archive of our own #fanfic #fanfiction #soyo recs #dc fanfic #danny phantom fanfiction #the magnus archives #sanders sides #tma fanfic #sanders sides fanfiction #hermitcraft fanfic #good omens fanfiction #lucifer fanfiction #fanfic rec #fanfiction recommendation

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karatekels · 2 years ago

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A request with KK3 Terry please and make it as dark/non-con as possible! But OFC always make changes if you have to cause I’d enjoy it no matter what.

I thought of Daniel who warns reader to not go see Terry again cause he actually caught on that she likes him. (I thought this happens right after the events where Miyagi fought Terry & Kreese). She’s shocked to hear about it since she did come to trust Terry and even look up to him. But she listens to her friend (at first). I thought that later she’d get into a dangerous situation at night close by the dojo where a group of men follow her and her first instinct is to go to the dojo in hope of Terry, even after Daniel’s warning. She’s obviously scared and is already imagining the worst things in her head. Thankfully Terry’s there to save her in the last moment and even offers to take care of her since she seems so shaken by it. What she didn’t expect is that it’ll get only worse with him and he expects some kind of “reward” from her for always treating her so nicely, even “going out of his way” to save her, and simply bc he’s had enough of waiting 👀 Make sure to make him cruel enough when he forces himself on her and that he even says smth like “Maybe you should’ve listened to Danny-boy.” (implying that he was there, hiding & watching when Daniel informed her about it). She gives in partway. She knows she doesn’t stand a chance anyway. Also make him throw some comments at her maybe about how pathetic she is, but that he still wants her and only her and she’ll always be his (or whatever else comes to ur mind). And that even when she enjoyed it by the end, she still feels dirty and used. Somewhat empty even and heartbroken. Your goal: Make me cry a bit for her okay

We are starting out the month living up to the title of Dark Desires October with this one! Today also marks the 1 year anniversary of this blog, so HOORAY!

This will be in two parts, and the actual non-con will happen in the next part (though there is attempted sexual assault in this chapter as well). If that’s not something you want to read, I would recommend sitting this one out!

For the rest of you degenerates who are still here… I hope you enjoy.

TW: attempted assault; assault; attempted sexual assault; attempted rape; violence; will lead to non-con in part 2

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Unjust Reward: Chapter 1

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At 10:02 in the morning, an insistent knocking starts at your front door. You giggle quietly, calmly finishing putting your shoes on. Your neighbour and friend (it was weird, calling a 17 year-old a friend when you were in your early twenties, but it was true), Daniel LaRusso, had called late last night, leaving a message on your answering machine. He had sounded panicked, saying that he needed to talk to you as soon as possible and would be coming over in the morning. Calling and leaving your own message, you had amended that to 10AM today.

It wasn’t that you weren’t taking whatever Danny was worried about seriously, but the kid had a tendency to be overdramatic and blow things out of proportion. You weren’t sure if it was a guy thing, a kid thing, or a karate thing, but Daniel always seemed to be on edge about some situation or another.

Grabbing your bag and your sunglasses, you head for the front door, opening it suddenly and catching Daniel’s fist half-raised in the air. You see the cuts and bruising on his knuckles, and hope that they weren’t from pounding on the door. He had been training very intensely with Terry Silver, a new sensei that had come to the Valley a couple of weeks ago, so it was probably from that.

Sensei Terry Silver…

You were kind of crazy about him.

He was the definition of tall, dark and handsome; nearly six and a half feet tall and strong, with long black hair and bright blue eyes. He had a wicked smile and positively oozed charm, to the point that you were frequently tongue-tied in his presence. Terry was very hands-on with his training, based on what you’d seen when you’d come by the dojo to meet Daniel after a training session. You’d found yourself jealous of the boy on more than one occasion, watching Terry’s hands adjust his hips and help him stretch.

“Calm down, Danny! Where’s the fire?” you joke, looking at him with a smile that he doesn’t return. Instead, he grabs your wrist, urgently tugging you towards him.

“Come on, Y/N – we need to talk, it’s important!” he hisses, looking like he’s seen a ghost.

“Should we go inside?” you ask, holding your front door ajar, but he shakes his head.

“No, we gotta find somewhere he doesn’t know about; he’s got eyes and ears everywhere.”

“Who does?” He just shakes his head, refusing to answer you, and you’re starting to get really worried about whatever it is that’s bothering him. You close and lock the door, letting him drag you down the street by the arm. You don’t see how anywhere outside could be more private than your own home, especially seeing as he was likely drawing attention by tugging at your wrist like this, but you knew how difficult it was to talk Daniel out of something when he had set his mind to it.

After a few blocks, you head into a local park, finding an unoccupied bench in a clearing. He gestures for you to sit but doesn’t join you on the bench, instead pacing back and forth in front of you and looking around intently.

“Okay, we should be safe to talk here; we can see if anyone tries to listen in.”

“Daniel, what is going on?” you demand, mildly frustrated by all of the theatrics but mostly concerned about what the source of his panic was.

“It’s Mr. Silver.”

“Is something wrong with Terry? Is he hurt?” you ask, your heart racing at the thought. Terry was big, and strong, and a professional martial artist; if something had hurt him, then it was definitely something to be feared. But Daniel shakes his head.

“No, he’s not hurt; he’s the problem. He’s dangerous!”

“Danny, he’s helping you train for the tournament. Was he just being hard on you?” you ask soothingly, feeling relieved. This was closer to what you had anticipated: Daniel blowing something out of proportion.

“No, listen!” he cries, though he’s trying to keep his voice down. He sounds like that dangerous mix of angry and scared that caused men to be unpredictable, and it has you nervous. “Y/N, I… I can tell that you like Mr. Silver a lot,” he says knowingly, and you blush, feeling like you were being told about ‘the birds and the bees’ by a kid. Had you been that obvious about your feelings for Terry?

“Please don’t go see him again. He’s not good for you; he’s not good for anyone. Listen…”

Daniel’s eyes are wide and scared, and you feel yourself shiver as he describes what had happened at the Cobra Kai dojo last night. Terry had made up everything; Kreese dying, being a down-on-his-luck sensei, wanting to train Danny so he could protect himself… The whole thing had been a nest of lies, part of a plan to get revenge on a teenager for winning a karate tournament.

It was ridiculous; it was insane. It was unbelievable… wasn’t it?

You think back to your own experiences with Terry. You’d been completely speechless the first time he’d come over and spoken to you while Daniel had been changing into his regular clothes. He had looked at you with such intensity, even if he had given you a charming smile the whole time. You’d tried to make small talk with him, and despite how awkward you felt around him, something about him kept drawing you in day after day. It was like you were addicted to the discomfort, the nervousness that you felt around him. He was like one of those Venus flytraps; he looked dangerous, but was still so alluring that prey found itself coming closer anyway, until the trap snapped shut.

As much as you didn’t want to believe it, you could see Terry as someone dangerous, hiding beneath a façade. And, if Mr. Miyagi had fought him, then this wasn’t just Daniel being overdramatic. This was serious.

Your heart clenches once, painfully; you didn’t really know Terry that well, sure. But you had really wanted to. It was like saying goodbye to a relationship that had never really begun, and as this had been the first time you had really felt strongly for someone as an adult, it hurt all the more.

But you had no reason to not believe Daniel’s words, and you would not be a fly caught in a trap.

“Danny, I… I’m so sorry. I’m sorry he hurt you, and I’m sorry I didn’t see him for what he was. I’m so glad that you’re alright,” you say, letting out a sigh of relief. Daniel was such a small kid, and Terry was a big guy – if he had wanted to, he could’ve really hurt the boy, or worse.

“Please tell me you won’t go see him again,” he begs, and you can hear the fear in his voice. Poor kid; this had really done a number on him.

“I won’t, Danny. I promise. But there’s still something I don’t understand: why couldn’t you have told me this in my apartment?”

“Oh. That.” Daniel says morosely, pulling out a few pages of a magazine out of his jeans pocket and handing them to you.

Smoothing them out, you see that the man being written about in the article is… Terry. But, instead of the humble, down-to-earth man you’d come to (sort-of) know, he was photographed in expensive-looking suits and (in your opinion) gaudy jewelry.

“He’s not some broke guy; he’s a billionaire. And Mike Barnes? Snake, and Dennis? He’s working with them; actually, they’re working for him.”

“He hired a bunch of teenaged goons to attack you?! You and Jessica?!” you shriek, glad that the girl had gone home to Ohio. What kind of monster paid people to harass children?!

“He’s got people everywhere, and he’s a good liar, and he’s a war vet, like Kreese was… is.” Clearly, that man’s death being a hoax was taking some time for the boy to adjust to in his head. “My uncle told me that guys that fought in Vietnam, a lot of them are… messed up.”

You nod sharply, pressing your mouth into a thin line. Terry was dangerous in many ways: a martial artist, a large man, a billionaire with infinite resources… mix in PTSD from the War and he had the potential to be a real monster. You shudder again.

“You’re right, Daniel. We should both stay away from him.”

Daniel’s head snaps up as the sound of a branch snapping comes from the treeline. Before you can reach out to stop him, he sprints towards the source of the noise with a yell, tearing through trees as if he expects Terry or one of his goons to be hiding among the leaves.

“Daniel, stop!” you cry out, quickly moving over to him and dragging him away from the trees. Putting your hands on his shoulders, you lock eyes with him. “There’s no one there, okay? And this is a park, in the middle of the day; no one is going to hurt us here.”

His chest is heaving as he tries to take deep, calming breaths, but he’s still very much on edge. Eventually, his shoulders slump, and you feel like you can let him go without him charging off to fight something.

“Listen to me, Daniel. Terry is probably very dangerous; you’re right about that. He isn’t someone that you can fight against and win. And I’m not saying that because you’re not a great fighter,” you say when he opens his mouth to protest, “I’m saying it because he isn’t going to play by the rules. You could get hurt, or worse. You have to promise me you’ll stay away from him, and keep yourself safe.”

“B-But, what if he –” he stutters, and you interrupt him, knowing just how to nip his desire to play hero in the bud.

“He might not stop at you, Daniel,” you point out, clenching your hands into fists to keep your body from trembling at the thought. “He could go after Mr. Miyagi, or me, or anyone. Best to not let him get to you; he’s like a ticking time bomb, and we don’t know what could set him off. Promise me you’ll stay out of trouble; stay with Mr. Miyagi as often as you can. I’m sure he’ll ease up after the tournament.”

Daniel’s forehead creases, and there’s a stubborn look in his eye, but he relents after a moment.

“Okay, fine. And you’ll stay safe too, right?”

“Yes, Danny – I promise. I won’t go near him or that dojo again.”

Daniel lets out a sigh of relief, and insists on accompanying you to the grocery store on your walk home.

“Daniel, you may be taking this a bit too far,” you tease as he helps you carry your things.

“Gotta keep you safe,” he huffs, having insisted on taking the heavier items.

“If anything, this is making me less safe, Daniel. After all, I’m not the karate champion; he’s not after me! You're just putting a target on my back,” you joke, but the boy seems insistent on taking this very seriously. You suppose that that’s better than the alternative.

He walks you to your door, ignoring your protests.

“Thank you, Daniel.” You’re grateful for the help, and the concern, but you had never been someone who liked relying on the support of others. “Now, please don’t do anything silly like risk yourself trying to stand guard, alright? I’m going to be fine.” You’re not sure if you’re trying to convince him or yourself.

“Fine, fine. I’ll give you a call tonight though, alright?” Daniel insists, and you agree, parting ways for the day as you seal yourself in your apartment.

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You spend the afternoon cleaning the apartment and watching TV, trying not to dwell on what Daniel had told you. You make sure to double-check that every window is locked as you move from room to room, cleaning thoroughly; it was a good way to work off all of this nervous energy.

The fact that Daniel didn’t think you were safe to talk in your own apartment has you on edge. Terry didn’t know where you lived – even if Daniel had told him you used to be neighbours in the now-demolished apartment building, he shouldn’t know where you lived now. And even if he did, it’s not like he could get inside… right?

By the time you’ve eaten dinner and done the dishes, you’re feeling more comfortable in your home again, and decide to relax further by running yourself a nice bath. You sink into the hot water and bubbles, letting the tension from the day escape you, closing your eyes…

The phone rings from the other room, startling you. You glare through the doorway at the offending noise. Daniel had said he was going to call you, but surely you could just call him back when you were out of the bath.

You decide to let the phone ring out, and hear your voice on the answering machine, telling the caller to leave a message after the ‘beep.’ The machine beeps, and there’s silence for a long moment.

“Hello, Y/N.”

The bath water suddenly feels ice cold. That wasn’t Danny.

“It’s Terry Silver.”

He didn’t need to introduce himself; you’d recognize that voice anywhere.

“You haven’t come by the dojo in a few days; I’ve missed seeing that pretty face. You know that we have a lot to talk about, and we should. You know where to find me.”

The message ends there, and you curl into a ball in the tub, resting your forehead on your knees as you force yourself to take deep, steady breaths. Your body is covered in goosebumps, though the water is still steaming.

Why was Terry calling you? Why was he acting like everything was fine? If you two had a lot to talk about, then he had assumed that Daniel had told you what he’d done, and should know that you wouldn’t want to talk to him about it. So was he just calling to scare you?

Taking a deep breath, you force your body to move, pulling the stopper out of the drain and standing up; there was no way you’d be able to enjoy the bath now. You dry off and head to your bedroom, rooting around your dresser for your winter pyjamas – you were freezing, despite the hot bath and it being the middle of the summer. Maybe some tea would help…

You walk into the kitchen and set the kettle to boil. Selecting a sleepy time teabag from your collection, you open the cupboard and grab a mug, moving back to the stove.

The phone rings again and you yelp, dropping your cup on the floor where it shatters. Ignoring the mess for the moment, you reach over and move the kettle off the element before gingerly hopping onto the counter, not wanting to get glass on your bare feet. Sitting next to the phone now, you find that you can’t move away from it as it continues to ring. Would it be him again?

The machine plays your voice again, the beep sounding ominous. You hold your breath, your gaze locked on the answering machine.

“Y/N?! Are you –”

You scramble to pick up the phone, feeling overwhelmed with relief.

“Hey Danny! Yes, I’m fine,” you say, trying to keep your voice from shaking.

“Y/N! Why didn’t you pick up?” he demands, clearly worried that you’re not taking this seriously enough.

“I wanted to make sure it was you first, and not Terry calling.” Well, that was true, at least…

“Oh. That’s… that’s a really smart idea,” Daniel says, sounding appeased. “So, everything was normal today?”

“Yeah, I guess, all things considered…” You would not be telling him about Terry calling; it was exactly the type of thing that would have him camping out outside your front door, determined to protect you.

“And everything is alright with you and Mr. Miyagi? No goons ruining the shop or stealing the bonsais?”

“Yeah, nothing happened today. But we can’t let our guard down!”

You hum in agreement; you don’t think you’ll be letting your guard down any time soon.

You agree to check in with Daniel regularly over the next few days; there was only a week or so before the tournament, and hopefully all of this would blow over after that.

You sleep fitfully with the bedroom light on, though you’re not sure how exactly this makes you feel safer.

***

You’re on your way home from work a few days later, hopping off the bus at the stop closest to your house. It was late, and the streets were pretty much deserted in Reseda at this time of night. Your car was in the shop, and you forgot how much longer it took to get home by bus. But it was only a twenty minute walk or so to your apartment, so you aren’t worried.

That is, you weren’t worried until five minutes or so into your trek home.

A low whistle comes from behind you, and you jump, turning to look back even though you know you shouldn’t. A group of four men are following you, maybe fifty feet away. They’d been very quiet up to this point, but now that you’ve spotted them they are getting more rowdy, laughing and shoving each other.

“Look at that; she stopped when you whistled! What a well-trained, pretty little thing,” one of them comments, pitching his voice to carry over to you.

You turn back around, picking up your pace as quickly as you can without breaking into a run, scanning the area for a sign of someone else nearby who might be able to help. You hear the men laugh behind you, and they sound a lot closer.

“Where are you going, beautiful?”

“Why don’t you come have a drink with us; we’ll show you a good time!”

You come up to an intersection, and still, no one else is around. You have a decision to make. It was eight blocks to Daniel and Mr. Miyagi, six blocks to your apartment or… three blocks to the Cobra Kai dojo.

You veer right, sprinting down the street towards the dojo, tears blurring your vision, your heart racing as your feet pound the pavement; you hear one of them shout and can hear them coming after you. Even if Terry hated Daniel, even if he hated you, there was no way he was enough of a monster to stand by and let these men attack you. Please, let him still be there…

You’ve made it two blocks, but you can hear them getting closer, and even with the adrenaline pumping through you, you’re quickly starting to get tired, your breath burning in your throat. You try to push yourself further, you’re almost there… and you roll your ankle, making you stumble to the ground with a yelp.

You make to scramble to your feet, the skin on your palms and your knees burning as the night air hits the fresh scrapes, but quickly find yourself surrounded by the men.

“Poor thing, did you hurt yourself?” one asks mockingly, smirking down at you.

“Come with me, baby. I’ll take real good care of you,” leers another, making to grab your arm.

“Stay away from me,” you say weakly, your voice coming out as a hoarse whisper. It feels like your throat is closing up; you can’t scream, you can barely breathe.

One comes behind you, forcing his hands underneath your arms to pull you to your feet, and something about him touching you sets you off. You kick back with your leg, hitting him in the knee, making him let go of you; you send an elbow into his stomach and he lets out a pained grunt.

You move to run again – you were only a few doors away from the dojo – but a hand fists in your hair and shoves you over to a slab of raised concrete that housed a few plants. The hand at the back of your head pushes you down, bending you over the concrete, and you hit your head hard on the rough concrete, right on your browbone above one of your eyes and making you cry out with pain.

You’re pulled up by your hair again with a whimper, the man holding you pressing himself against your back.

“I’m sorry, gorgeous – did I hurt you?” he asks, his tone patronizing. “Here, let’s give that pretty little head of yours a softer spot to rest.”

He bends you over the concrete again, this time pushing you face first in the dirt. The men howl and jeer at your position, goading the other man as he holds both your wrists behind your back in his free hand. He grinds his hips against your butt, and you realize with a sickening feeling that he’s hard.

“Please, please don’t!” you beg, trying to make yourself heard as your voice is muffled by the dirt.

“Let me at her first,” growls a man from the side. “The little bitch deserves what’s coming to her for attacking me.”

Your pleas are completely drowned out as the men start to argue, closing in on you as you’re pinned down, their hands grabbing at your clothes. You can’t see, you can’t move, and your heart is thudding so loudly in your ears that you can barely hear.

And then one of them screams.

You’re paralyzed with fear, even as the man holding you down releases you, and you hear the sounds of fighting all around you as you slowly manage to push yourself off the dirt, curling into a ball on the ground. You know you should run away, but you just can’t.

After what seems like forever, you hear footsteps approaching you in the now silent night. Burying your face further in your knees, your whole body trembles.

“Y/N?”

The sound of your name startles you enough to look up, and your eyes meet the familiar blue of Terry’s. Even crouched down on the ground next to you, you still have to crane your neck to look up at him. You breathe a sigh of relief; your intuition had been right. Terry had saved you.

“T-Terry?” you stammer, quickly moving from feeling numb to feeling very overwhelmed. “Oh G-God, Terry! They… they…” Your face crumples as you let out an anguished sob, curling up into a ball again and hiding your face.

You feel his large, warm hand touch your upper arm, trying to offer you comfort without startling you.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay!” he murmurs soothingly. “Why don’t you come inside? I’ve got a first-aid kit, I’ll help patch you up. That’s quite a gash on your forehead.”

You whimper, but force yourself to nod, and he gently helps you to your feet. Looking around, you see two of the men collapsed on the sidewalk, the other two nowhere to be found. Still, the sight of them has you trembling so hard you’re worried you’ll fall over.

“Ssshh, it’s alright. They can’t hurt you anymore. Can you walk?”

You bob your head jerkily and move to walk the short distance to the dojo, but you stumble almost immediately. Before you even come close to hitting the ground, Terry has caught you, sweeping you up into his arms and carrying you bridal style over to Cobra Kai. He doesn’t put you down once you reach the front door, merely shifting you so that he has a free hand to open the door and taking you inside.

Walking past the large training area, Terry takes you to a back office, somewhere you’ve never been before. He sets you down on a cot – you knew that he had stayed somewhat regularly in the dojo, or at least, that’s what he’d told you – and orders you to stay put, leaving you alone in the room.

You sit up, leaning against the wall, trying not to cry. This has put you in a very awkward and potentially dangerous situation; just because Terry had saved you from a terrible fate didn’t mean that everything you now knew about him stopped being true. He was still unpredictable, unstable, violent… and possibly very upset with you.

You had to get out of there.

Before you even manage to climb off the bed, Terry is back, looming in the doorway with an armful of things. You freeze, and he comes around to the side of the cot, kneeling in front of you.

“I locked the doors, just to be safe. No one can get in here, I promise,” he reassures you in a soothing voice as he looks through the first-aid kit. You feel yourself start to relax despite your better judgement. Looking at the ground, you see that in addition to the first-aid kit he’s brought over the top of a karate gi, an empty bowl, a bottle of water, and a small towel.

“What’s all that for?” you ask quietly, your voice cracking as you speak. Terry looks up at your face before following your gaze to the objects on the floor.

“You have dirt all over your face; I want to make sure to clean you up so that your cut doesn’t get infected,” he replies calmly, filling the bowl with the water and dipping the towel to get it damp. “And the gi is for you; I thought you might be cold, especially if you go into shock.”

He picks it up, tossing it around your shoulders and loosely tying it at your waist. You slip your arms into the sleeves; it’s far too large for you, and as you take in a deep breath you notice that it smells like Terry. This must be one of his. Despite your better judgement, the scent has you relaxing slightly.

“It looks good on you,” he comments with a comforting smile, and you feel yourself blush. You force yourself to remember what Daniel had told you; you can’t let your guard down around him.

He lifts the damp towel to your face, and your eyes flutter closed as he wipes the dirt and blood away. The cloth presses against your cut and you let out a whimper that makes Terry murmur an apology. He was being so gentle with you.

Once he’s finished with the towel, you open your eyes, and his face is much closer to yours than you had anticipated it being. He takes your chin in his hand, staring at your face intently, and your whole body is rigid with tension.

“I don’t think you need stitches,” he informs you quietly after a moment. “A bandage will be fine. I’ll need to disinfect it, and that will probably hurt a bit, okay?”

You hesitate, again finding it difficult to speak, but eventually give him a nod.

“Lay down.”

“What? Why?” you ask, leaning away from him as you start to panic. He shushes you again, but it’s less comforting than the last time he did it.

“I don’t want the disinfectant getting in your eye is all,” he coos, his hands gentle but firm as he guides your body to the side and lays you on your back on the bed. You force yourself to take deep breaths.

“Oh. Sorry,” you mutter the apology, hoping you haven’t offended him for some reason.

“It’s a perfectly reasonable reaction,” he murmurs, rifling through the first-aid kit. “You just had a traumatic experience, after all,” he adds after a moment. “Okay, this is gonna sting. Do you want to squeeze my hand?” he asks, offering it to you.

You set your mouth in a firm line, your body tense in anticipation of the pain, and grab fistfuls of the blanket beneath you in both hands. Terry doesn’t seem at all bothered by your rejection, leaning over you and applying the cold gel to your wound. It stings terribly, and you bite your lip, clenching your eyes shut and trying not to make a noise.

You force your eyes open after a long moment of silence, and see that Terry’s eyes are still on your face, watching your reaction with an intense expression. Something in your belly clenches.

He looks away, choosing a bandage and applying it over your eye, though you think he presses down on it more firmly than necessary.

“There,” he says softly, surveying his work; he’s still holding your head in his hands. “All better.”

He’s doing it again – using that weird, magnetic pull he has to draw you in, make you feel… well, definitely not safe, but like you want to stay on this dangerous precipice with him.

“Thank you,” you say, speaking more loudly than necessary as you move to climb off the bed, intentionally disrupting the intimate atmosphere. You had to get away from him before he sunk his claws into you; in some ways, he felt more dangerous than the men he had saved you from.

“Y/N, wait,” he says, putting a hand on your shoulder and keeping you in place.

“I have to get home, I–”

“I’ve missed you.”

You freeze at his words, staring straight ahead at his chest.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

You force yourself to breathe again – when did it get so difficult?

“You know why,” you whisper after a long moment, still refusing to look at him. Suddenly, the gi top that had just felt so warm and comforting feels like a straightjacket, and your fingers move to untie it and take it off. You feel his gaze track the motion, but he doesn’t stop you.

“I haven’t done anything to you, Y/N.”

“You’ve been lying to me ever since I met you, Terry!” you snap, your wariness disappearing for a moment.

“I have not,” he growls, setting off alarm bells in your head. “I’ve never lied to you. I’ve never hurt you. I just saved your ass, for fuck’s sake!”

“What about Danny? What about Mike and Snake and–”

Terry’s hand covers your mouth suddenly. You fall silent as a jolt of desire like electricity courses through you. You hate the feeling with every fibre of your being.

“I never lied to him either, and I certainly never hurt him. He just didn’t bother asking the right questions.”

“You’re trying to get out of this on a technicality?” you say once you’ve pried his hand off of your face. He shrugs, an amused smile twisting his lips.

“I’m very good at what I do, Y/N. I have my reasons to make sure LaRusso loses the tournament, and I feel very justified in the training methods I’ve used. I don’t see what any of that has to do with you, though.”

“You’re messing with a kid!”

“Please. He’s practically an adult, and he’s certainly old enough to face the consequences of his actions. But be honest – that’s not why you’re scared of me, sweetheart. What’s the real problem you have with me?”

You’re quiet, biting your lip as you contemplate how to begin to answer his question.

“I know what it is,” he croons, his voice almost musical as he stands over you, moving to brace himself with his hands on either side of you. You lean back as his face gets dangerously close to yours. “You’re scared of what you feel when you look at me, isn’t that right? Scared of what you know you want, thinking about me as you lay awake at night?”

Your heart is beating in your throat, your face heating up.

“I… No, I…”

“Ssshhh,” Terry whispers, closing the distance between your faces once more. You can’t move, you can’t think, you can’t breathe. “It’s okay that you’re scared, babygirl. Let me show you what you really want…”

Cradling your head in his hands gently, he pulls you close, kissing you with a passion and a bruising force that is anything but gentle. You brain seems to short-circuit from the intensity of the kiss, and for a brief moment you’re kissing him back; the desire overwhelming you as he stokes it into a burning flame with his lips and tongue. You force yourself to fight through the dizziness, your head spinning.

“Mmhn… Terry… NO!” you say firmly, shoving him in the chest. He moves back a couple of steps, his head cocked as he looks down at you. The moonlight streams in from the window behind him, his eyes glinting brightly at you. He doesn’t seem upset with you.

He also doesn’t seem deterred.

“Don’t fight this, doll. I’ve seen the way you look at me; I know you want it,” he purrs in a husky voice, smirking at you as he slowly approaches the bed once more.

He couldn’t do this… He wouldn’t do this… He had just saved you from those men trying to do this exact thing!

“No, Terry,” you insist, climbing off the side of the bed, your eyes fixed on him. “I don’t want this. Please stay away from me,” you beg, backing through the doorway. The last thing you see is his mouth twisting into a predatory grin that makes you turn and run.

Scrambling, you make your way to the front of the dojo and go to tug the door open.

It doesn’t budge.

“Who’s afraid of the big bad wolf?” you hear Terry sing menacingly from the office; the sound of it sends shivers down your spine. He laughs maniacally, like a hyena, before appearing in the doorway, calm as can be. “Double-sided locking system; I thought we might be needing it.”

A sense of dread roots you to the spot, and you feel your teeth chattering.

“You… you planned this?” you say, your voice barely more than a high-pitched whisper, but the sound carries through the silence of the dojo.

“I have far more than just Barnes, Dennis and Snake at my disposal,” he says, giving you a cruel smile. “Those guys were more than happy to go after you for free; I mostly paid them to let me kick their asses without them bitching about it or giving me away.”

“Why?!” you ask frustratedly. As much as you didn’t want to admit it, you knew that if Terry had wanted to get you here, he could have done so himself, without needing to stage an attack. This was madness.

“I wanted to see if you’d come to me for help, even knowing what Danny-Boy told you. And you did!” he says, sounding delighted, like he’s praising a child for picking up their toys. He slowly approaches you, and you try to maintain the distance between you, but it’s no use. He’s bigger, he knows what he’s doing, and you’re terrified.

“Guess you shoulda listened to Danny-Boy, huh?”

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Part 2

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Sonic Cosplay Build Log

Time for another cosplay Build Log! Last log was for the Wurmple partial, and while there were some other projects in between, they didn't really have enough crafting involved in my opinion to make for an interesting blog post.

This time around, I wanted to fulfill my childhood dream of being a Sonic character, but like. THE WHOLEASS WAY. So Sonic Fursuit it is! I hesitated between Shadow or Sonic, but I ended up going for Sonic so I could be silly with it.

Lots of fun things learned during this build, so let's buckle up and get through it!

PART 1 : The Head Base

First things first, I grabbed some reference photos online of the model I wanted to replicate (Modern Sonic, mid 2000s) and scaled them up to print so I could have an idea of how big I'd have to make the head for it to stay in proportion with my body. My goal was to stay generally mobile in this costume and only need help from a handler in big crowds, so I didn't want to build the body up like the current official Sonic Mascots do. Therefore, scaling was a little more done on vibes than accurate measurements.

Once I got the head scaling down, I started on the head base. Sonic characters have orbular heads, so I used Danny McFly's Foam Sphere Calculator to help make a sphere pattern to the size I needed and got to work assembling it. Unlike my last fursuit/mascot build, I splurged and got some Spray Adhesive this time around to cut down on hot glue drying times and it was a GAME CHANGER. Bonded foam within a minute, it stayed strong from edge to edge, and it didn't get in the way of carving foam like hot glue typically does. I personally used 3M's Super 77 Spray Adhesive as it's locally available for cheap. Outside of a few cases, this is the adhesive I used throughout the entire build.

With the sphere base assembled, I began building up the muzzle and carving out the eyehole. I built a test eye... eyes?... Let's call it an eyeplate... I built a test eyeplate out of 3mm thick Sintra (a brand of solid foam PVC board) that I shaped using a heat gun. (Wear a respirator folks! Heated PVC fumes are NASTY. Protective gear is COOL, lung cancer is CRINGE) It wouldn't be the final eyeplate, but having it around was indispensable as the plate itself shifted the foam around quite a bit when in position; a paper pattern wouldn't have cut it in terms of support and proportions would have probably shifted around. It was trimmed over time throughout the build and became the pattern for the final version of the eyeplate. I also added some aluminum wire to the inside of the "eyebrows" to help keep their shape close to the eyes and prevent them from flipping up during the crafting process.

After getting the facial features blocked out, I moved on to the quills! Modern Sonic's head has six quills of various sizes. I started by building out the top quill first, as it was the easiest starting point using the side profile as it was the least distorted one from the perspective. With that first spike glued together and pinned to the head, I made the two other "top row" quills using the same pattern I drew up for the middle top quill, leaving some extra material where they connect to the head so I could trim them down before pinning them down as well.

With the top quills done, I shortened the pattern significantly and used that to make the bottom quills, which were also trimmed to fit. For the bottom quills on either side of the head, I added a bit of foam to cap the holes closed and help them rest of my shoulders more comfortably.

Once Sonic's Sick Haircut was properly glued to the head, I finished carving his facial features by adding some much needed eyebrows. I also carved some ears, though they weren't attached as they would be covered in fabric separately before being added to the head. With everything in place, I finished sculpting the head, shaving down some of the rough patches where the quills connected to the head and building up some zones with extra foam.

I used some leftover lycra from a previous project and made a lining for the entire inside of the head. As the inside is still just a sphere, I simply reused the sphere pattern from the foam base and added some seam allowance to it. (Once again, I absolutely suck and forgot to take photos of this step.) With the base done, I moved on to furring... er, fleecing the head.

Part 1.5 : The Head Skin

In order to get that Smooth Hedgehog Look, I decided to use fleece for this suit. I had been properly prepared for it to be kind of a mess (Fleece does NOT forgive), but all in all, it went pretty smoothly. For the most part, the head was mostly hand-sewn using a mix of ladder stitches and blanket stitches, with upholstery thread to make sure it'd be as solid as possible. I didn't make pattern pieces; instead, every piece was done by draping the fabric over the head, pulling it taut and pinning it down, then cutting loosely where I could hide seams (usually under each quill). I spent a sizeable amount of time watching GOMAJEOSSI's videos for inspiration on how to go about it; they had invaluable advice which I took inspiration of for some parts of the build, particularly for the muzzle and ears. I started by putting spray adhesive on the forehead to secure the main piece that would wrap around the sides, then pulled and pinned, cutting and sewing whenever I reached the back of a quill and stitching them closed with a ladder stitch. Earlier while making the base, I left a 2cm edge on each side of the muzzle unglued; that way, I could slide the fabric of the head under the muzzle for a seamless look. (Thanks, GOMAJEOSSI!)

I then draped the tan fleece over the muzzle and repeated the process, making sure to have plenty of extra fabric to tuck inside the head past the edge of the eyeplates. With the adhesive, I also made sure to really push the fabric into the slit I carved for Sonic's puzzling side-smile (Another certified banger idea from GOMAJEOSSI). To finish things off, I switched to hot glue for more precision and tucked the muzzle fabric into the open space on either side. This gave the muzzle a very nice, defined shape, which stayed just as clean after a ladder stitch between the muzzle and head fabric for a solid, permanent bond.

With only the details left, I used the same "unglued edge" technique for the ears (where the edge" is the inner connection between the tan and blue piece, gathering all the loose edges at the bottom. Once everything was bonded securely, I glued them to the head using Contact Cement for a super-strong bond (RESPIRATOR FOLKS), let them cure for a few hours, then ladder-stitched the ears to the head for a clean look. Lastly, I re carved another nose, covered it in black lycra, then glued and attached it to the muzzle using the same technique as the ears. With everything assembled, I mixed up some fabric paint into a nice dark shade and painted it into the mouth to really help define the look.

SONIC GOT THROUGH ACT 1 (phew!). We'll be revisiting the eyes later on, so it was time to move on to something else while I was waiting on some materials.

PART 2 : The Shoes

Sonic's shoes were the scariest part of the costume going in, but honestly they turned out to be a lot easier than I expected. In any case, I need shoes as a base for these for a couple reasons (the most important one being, y'know, walking an entire day with no foot support on convention cement flooring is BAD). Time to sacrifice an old pair of shoes for the shoe-ception build. I needed a strong flexible base, so I took a sheet of High Density EVA Foam (Lumin's Workshop Hard-lite), covered the bottom of the shoes and the foam in contact cement, then stood up on it for half an hour.

Once the bond between the shoes and foam was solid, I took off the shoes and built the "body" of each shoe (The upper) out of upholstery foam, just like I did with the head. I traced the shape of the soles on the EVA foam as a guide and then glued the uppers to the EVA Foam base using the sole line as a guide. Once that was done, I trimmed the excess EVA foam down.

With the base of the shoes done, I got to work covering them in red fleece the same way I did the head, with the seam located on the back of the heels. I cut the excess off and glued them on the inside and bottom of the shoes.

Once the shoes were covered in fabric, I tackled the details. The white bands were made out of white tech neoprene; it's a stretch fabric with a soft 2mm foam core, which gives it a look that was perfect for the gloves; using it for the shoes to match all white fabrics together was a no-brainer. I cut some buckles out of the EVA Foam leftovers and covered them in yellow fleece, and did the same with the rim using grey fleece. I cut out the little divot on the back of the heels before applying the fleece. In both cases, I left the backside of the EVA Foam exposed to make it take adhesive better.

Just like with the soles, I glued all details on with contact cement; shoes are going to take an absolute beating, and the long cure time is a perfectly acceptable trade-off to make them as indestructible as possible. Even with the respirator, open windows and a fan pushing it all outside, I ended up just letting them cure in the backyard just to not be haunted by The Smell once I was done.

The next day (once everything stopped smelling like toxic garbage), I sewed up some tubes of white neoprene on the sewing machine and then stitched them up by hand to the shoes to create the socks. Lastly, I bought a slab of white shoe sole material, traced the bottom of each shoe, cut it to size and cemented them on the underside to make the shoes outdoors-ready and, hopefully, truly indestructible. And with that, the shoes were completed relatively quickly!

SONIC GOT THROUGH ACT 2! The most time-consuming parts of the build are now behind us. Things are picking up as we move on to the bodysuit!

Part 3 : The Body

So Sonic's body is pretty simple, as far as fursuits goes. In my case, I skipped body padding for comfort, so doing a Duct Tape Dummy would be overkill. Fleece isn't forgiving on complex shapes like a fursuit head, but it's pretty stretchy, which makes it more forgiving on straight lines like, say, arms and legs. I used NDLWrkshop's Jumper Pattern, printed and cut it matching my selected size, and got to work assembling the base following the instructions. I cut the front and back pieces out of blue fleece and the sleeves out of tan fleece. The only major change to the pattern I made was installing the zipper on the back of the suit instead of the front.

With the base done, I went back to the upholstery foam stash, grabbed the quills pattern, and made two back spikes. I also carved a tail out of foam, and covered everything in fabric using the same drape and hand-stitch method as before. I then ladder stitched them to the bodysuit's back, double-sewing it for good measure since I predicted I'd probably accidentally smush them pretty often whenever I try sitting down.

As you might have noticed, I also took a moment to tailor the arms and legs to fit closer to my body. It's not a completely tight fit, but there's only so far you can go for a fleece bodysuit without padding; if fleece picks up the details of a fursuit head base when it's not completely smooth... I didn't really want Sonic to accidentally end up with big naturals, so the slightly baggy "mascot" look was acceptable to me. After attaching the spikes, I hemmed the arms and legs and added two straps on the arms, one for each side. Their function is to keep the sleeves down into the gloves later while moving around, and it makes them much easier to put on. I then cut the stomach out of tan fleece, pinned it on the bodysuit, then slowly cut a hole in the bodysuit matching the stomach piece, carefully re-pinning the right sides of the suit and stomach together so I could machine sew them together for MAXMUM STRENGTH. I still ended up giving Sonic boobies by accident despite my best efforts but it's nothing a good compression top can't fix... Hopefully.

SONIC GOT THROUGH ACT 3! Did somebody mention gloves?

Part 4 : The Gloves

Sonic's gloves aren't super complicated compared to the rest of the build. They're the reason I picked Tech Neoprene for the white fabric. That way, I could make them slightly oversized and have them keep their shape without having to add stuffing and lining to them and make them look... Mickey-ish. Mickey hands make you need a handler and if I'm at a con I'm going to be grabbing my phone every 5 minutes.

You might have noticed a fucked up black glove in previous photos. The truth is, the very first thing I actually did for Sonic was make a mock-up of the gloves using some leftover black tech neoprene I had lying around, so I could immediately buy the white one alongside all the fleece if my plan worked out. I drafted up a couple patterns tracing my hand on paper and adjusting finger width. I ended up making three gloves before I got a good mock-up, then I assembled a test cuff to confirm all pattern pieces.

Since the mock-up guaranteed that my plan would work, I sewed up the real gloves last so I could focus on everything else, melt my brain troubleshooting issues, then have something easy to sew last. So when I got to the white gloves... It was a pretty uneventful step, really. Except for the sewing machine REFUSING TO SEW THIS FABRIC PROPERLY. After an hour of fighting every setting and trying everything I could think of, I realized Upholstery Thread and Tech Neoprene fucking hate each other. I just swapped back to regular thread and double sewed everything and just moved on with my life.

SONIC GOT THROUGH... ACT 4... God I hate how temperamental sewing machines can get. At least it didn't spit out needles this time (WEAR. PROTECTIVE. GEAR. If you sew bastard fabrics I beg you)

Part 5 : Inside the Head

So we've got a completed Sonic, albeit eyeless and innards...less. Well actually he's got innards (I'm innards), but he's missing some QOL features inside his head. Let's remedy that by finishing up the head first. First up: The eyeplate. When I had a final shape for the eyeplate post-head completion, I measured the size of the pupils on my mock-up, drew some eye designs on Clip Studio Paint, And sent the files out to OtterHalfCostumes to be printed on mesh. That way I could thoroughly wash the head in the future without worrying about the eyes getting damaged. I checked the sizing on my test eyeplate when I received the mesh and got some promising results!

With everything properly tested, I finally cut out my second eyeplate out of Sintra, this time using the digital eye design to accurately cut and sand the holes to the exact shape. Like last time, I heat formed the eyeplate to create the right curve, and once everything fit right, I hot glued the eyemesh onto the plate. Finally, I very carefully glued the Sintra eyeplate into the head using a bunch of E6000 glue. It has a CRAZY STRONG BOND, but the cure time it also super long. It's the part I was most worried about breaking however, and it was the best choice for this specific use for a couple other reasons. I ended up with a strong, practically invisible bond for a clean look!

Now that the outside was COMPLETED, I needed to furnish my battlestation. The inside of the head is massive and wobbly and the addition of the eyeplate makes it a sauna. This is NOT a head type with good ventilation. I got to making the padding first. I tried a few shapes of padding throughout the build to test things out, but I ended up settling on a donut shape that would stabilize it like a hardhat would. I cut my donut out of upholstery form, cut a hole in the middle and carved the top diagonally to rest into the head proper, then covered it in fabric. The side resting on my head is lycra, to wick away sweat, while the side resting on the inside of the head is fleece so that it has some grip to stay in position. This allows the padding to be adjusted, and removed for washing.

FINALLY, for the very last step in this journey, I installed the fan system. It's a three-fan system with an intake and outtake fan at the edge of the neck hole, and a little fan blowing on my forehead for comfort. I added some velcro so that every fan could be removed for washing, got the battery pack pocket sewn up in the top above where the padding would usually rest so it's out of the way, and snuck the wires into the empty space above my head where they'll be out of the way.

SONIC GOT THROUGH ACT 5! It's done the build is completed holy shit

Level End Jingle

I cannot overstate how proud I am of this cosplay. It's a culmination of a bunch of bullshit crafting methods, a bunch of new techniques, a couple materials I hadn't gotten to try before. The whole thing took almost a month to the day, and it feels surreal to finally wear a costume I'd been dreaming of ever since I learned what cosplay was like 15 years ago (There was another childhood dream cosplay I completed during the pandemic, from that one series with the little green elf guy that I don't wanna clog the search page for. And it was fulfilling to make! But seeing my regular human face on a character with a stylized human face feels like the definition of the Glamour Failure trope sob) But then I look at this costume and my brain gets tricked by the overall look and it feels just right. We'll see how comfortable it actually is and if anything falls apart on the con floor in a few months, but nothing can really dampen the simple joy of being Sonic the fucking Hedgehog.

#Cosplay Build Log #Cosplay #Fursuit #Sonic #Sonic the Hedgehog #sth sonic #Sonic Fursuit #Sonic Cosplay #Original Content #It's a dream come true! It's also a confirmation that I don't think I'm strong enough to wear a proper fullsuit LMAO #Just the fleece bodysuit and the head makes me sweat up a storm at room temp. I now understand how important that underlayer really is #But I'm Sonic! It's so FUCKING COOL #Kinda wanna make another partial next. Gonna be hard to convince me to wear a wig and makeup three days in a row when like #I could just be hydrating like my life depends on it wearing a carpet instead LOL #I'll still go through the hoops for my favorite little cinnamon rolls but I'm not doing wig burns from consecutive wears

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godlygivenanxiety · 4 months ago

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i swear the second aaron declares his awesome fanart of danny finished i'm slapping it as an icon on EVERYTHING. discord? daniel. tumblr side blog? daniel. steam? daniel. i need to see my boy everywhere.

#not rushing my friend!!!!#he can take all the time he needs #just thinking of it..... danny so important to me....#*squeezes the blorbo*#danny martins #fc5 oc

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lexusiswriting · 1 year ago

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A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 3 of ?

Hi guys!

I'm so happy to see your reactions to this story and I hope you will like it till the end.

Warnings: language.

Taggs: @multifandomcrackhead, @nicelittlenightmares, @roll-tide-babe89, @skulliecadaver-blog, @21-century-tae, @melissa-anderson

Requests: OPEN.

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It was Ben. To be more exact, the drunk version of himself.

“There she is! The most beautiful woman in the entire world!”

He could barely walk at this point, being helped by Danny. Even though he was in the same state as Ben, they made their way to me.

“Everyone here needs to know you are mine!”

“Ben, you are making a scene and you know I don’t like that. How much did you drink?”

“Maybe 3 bottles of whisky, I don’t know.”

I was embarrassed but I tried not to show that. He tried to get my drink and I got the glass from his hand before he could taste it. When he moved his head towards me, his face got confused.

“Who is this guy?”

He was referring to Ricky. In the meantime, Chris got back and saw what was happening, trying to find a solution for this problem. He knows how jealous Ben can get. I was about to answer the question, but Ricky was faster than me.

“I’m Ricky, the new bass player for Motionless In White.”

“Right. I hope you know this is going to be my wife someday, so don’t get any ideas.”

“Don’t worry, I have a girlfriend myself. We were just chatting.”

I could see in Ben’s eyes he was not that happy with his answer. But in just a second, he remembered he wanted to have more whisky.

“Ben, you had enough. You need to sleep now to be ready for the set tomorrow.”

“What do you mean? I was born ready. Or if you want to have some fun with me, just say it. Don’t be embarrassed by the boys.”

By the time he finished his sentence, my whole face was red. I’ve never seen him like this before. If Xander was here, he would have said that it’s clearly he did not change at all.

“Ben, let’s go. Now!”

He did not protest this time and put his arm around my neck for more stability. Chris offered to help me but he saw enough already. Plus, I wanted to have a talk with him to understand where all this attitude came from.

We got in Asking Alexandria’s bus and thankfully, we were alone. He almost fell because he forgot about the bottles that covered almost the entire floor. Somehow, he managed to reach his bed, while I was checking my phone for a message I just got – it was Xander.

~ I heard what happened. We need to talk. ~

Of course he already knows. I just feel this is going to be a very long night.

I made my way towards Ben and he was already sleeping. At least he took of his pants. Now I had plenty of time to think what to tell him tomorrow, when he will be sober.

When I was about to leave I heard the phone vibrating continuously, meaning multiple messages. But this time it was not my phone, it was Ben’s. I turned around and gave this a thought. I have never searched his phone before, because he never gave me any reasons to do it. Now, after all that happened, I was extremely curious.

I started looking for his phone, knowing it will be in one of the pockets of his jeans. Maybe there is nothing to worry about and I am exaggerating. But I know I will not have peace tonight if I don’t look, because the messages are still coming while I’m searching.

In the first pocket I felt something weird, like a block, but it was too little to be a pack of cigarettes or something he always carried with him. I managed to get it out and it was a box, covered in black velvet. When I opened it, I saw a ring with a beautiful emerald and little diamonds on each side. That’s exactly how I always imagined my wedding ring and he knew it. I can’t believe he actually wants to propose. He moved a little in his bed and I thought he woke up, but it was a false alarm. I put the box back and remembered what my mission was.

Maybe the ring counts as evidence for the love he has for me, but I still had my questions. I found his phone in the other pocket and my luck was that I knew his password. The second the screen unlocked and I checked his notifications, my heart skipped a beat.

There were multiple messages from a contact “Chicago Show”. If I remember correctly, he had a show there a couple of months ago. The messages from this contact, who was clearly a girl, were:

~ Can’t believe what we did, loved every second. ~

~ Where is your next show? I promise I will be there. ~

And a couple of his responses were:

~ You truly know how to make a man happy, don’t you? ~

~ Don’t worry, no one will find out about us. ~

I was shacking uncontrollably by this point. That’s why he did not called me back, not even one message. The last months of our relationship were just a lie. I forgot completely about the ring and I put the phone back where it was. When I got out of the bus I started crying. All I wanted was to go home, to be all alone and to never see him again.

While I was approaching our bus, I saw Xander smoking a cigarette. I forgot he wanted to talk with me about earlier but now it was not the time. He came closer to me and saw the tears pouring down my face.

“What happened? Are you okay?”

“You were right, all along. Ben did not change. I just found out he cheated on me in the time we were touring.”

“Oh my God.. Lexus, I’m so sorry…”

“Don’t be. I just want to sleep now, we have a show tomorrow.”

I opened the bus’s door and went straight to my bed. Tonight I would not sleep at all. I am devastated and my heart is broken. Poured all the love I had in my body for someone who just wanted to have fun. I tried to not wake up the rest of the guys and I put my face in the pillow, hopping they will not hear my sadness.

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The next day came and I tried to make myself look like nothing ever happened. I know I will have to talk to Ben about it and to end this whole charade and then to explain everything to the most important persons in my life. At least I know I will have a couple of shoulders to cry on.

Asking Alexandria was on the stage now and our band will play next. I had a lot of messages from Ben asking me why I am not in the backstage, as I usually do. I ignored every notification that had his name on it, but not the one that came from Chris.

~ See you in 5? ~

Both Andrew and Seth knew by now what happened, Xander being the one to share the news. I bet he managed to tell Chris as well.

While walking towards his bus, I tried to not look in the stage’s direction. The last thing I want right now is to see his face. It’s enough that I can hear their music. When Chris saw me he came running to me and took me in his arms. That’s when I suddenly started crying again.

“Please, don’t cry. It shatters my heart when I see you like this.”

“Mine is already in pieces.”

He comforted me, saying everything will be okay. That if I need him by my side when I’ll talk to Ben, he will be there no matter what. He offered me a drink inside the bus, saying that Ricky was the only one there.

“Does he know about it?”

“Yeah, he was with me when Xander came by. Don’t worry, I consider him a great friend, maybe he will make you feel better.”

Ricky was sitting on the couch, looking at his phone. When our eyes met he did something I never imagined he would do. He took my hand in his and guided me into his arms. His hug was very tight, like he never wanted to let me go.

“I’m so sorry, Lexus. You don’t deserve any of these things. Remember that it’s his loss, not yours.”

I was still in his arms when I felt the tears forming in my eyes.

“Thank you, Ricky. I hope everything will be over soon.”

“Just so you know, we are always here for you.”

We? I know I can always count on Chris, but I don’t know that much about Ricky. In this moment all I was thinking about was how lucky Ricky’s girlfriend was to have someone like him in her life.

I was the one to break the hug, knowing I will start to cry hysterically if he will continue. Right now was not the time, knowing that soon I will be on the stage.

“Xander messaged me. He said you have 10 minutes to be there.” Chris said.

“Will you guys come with me?”

I don’t know what made me say that. Maybe the fear of seeing Ben, or the fear of being alone that I constantly had after last night's events.

They both nodded and stayed by my side on the way to the stage. It was right when Asking Alexandria finished their set. I saw Ben walking down the stairs and when his eyes were wandering around, they eventually met mine. He smiled at me and started running in my direction. All I felt was fear and disgust.

“Where have you been? You missed our set.”

“We will talk about that later.”

“No, now it’s the time because I am confused.”

When he touched my hand, I started shaking and took it away from him. Ricky put his arm on my back and guided me away from him to where the rest of my band was. Chris did not move from his spot, wanting to have the last word.

“You heard her. She has something to do now. Leave her alone.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? Who are you to talk to me like that? And why was that guy touching my girlfriend?”

“Just let her finish what she has to do. I bet you’ll love to hear what happened. Even though you kind of know already.”

Ben was extremely confused at this point. Chris left him without any more explanations, with a smirk on his face. Now he was in the backstage, next to Ricky, both of them waiting to see our set.

#ricky horror #ricky horror imagine #ricky olson x reader #ricky olson fanfic #ricky olson #miw #ryan sitkowski #vinny mauro #justin morrow #chris motionless #motionless in white fanfic #motionless in white

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