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clockwayswrites · 1 year ago

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City Pigeons Part 12 CW: blood, past trauma and experimentation

Jason could almost go to sleep. He wouldn’t, not when he was the only Bat in the apartment, but it would be so easy to. Danny made a really good weighted blanket.

It seemed once the kid got over touching someone, he basically became a koala. Cass and Danny had spent the morning wrapped around each other on the couch. Cass was playing one of her weird clicking games and Danny, blue bear in his lap, was scrolling through articles on the tablet that Tim had brought him the other day.

Now, though, Cass was out on a snack run and Danny had slowly slumped over until he was laying across Jason. It wasn’t minded. Jason could admit he still had some trouble with touch himself, but it was easy to be there for Danny like this.

The problem was, Jason needed to get back to Crime Alley for at least a few nights. He was already past when Red Hood should have made an appearance. It he didn’t go back soon, rumors were going to start that he was dead. Again.

Jason waited for Danny to start searching for a new article to read to ask, “Are you alright with meeting someone soon?”

He didn’t expect Danny to tense like he did.

“Robin?”

“No, Dandelion,” Jason said, stroking Danny’s white hair. “N talked with Robin and he knows not to stop by like that without warning. We’ll have him over when you’re comfortable but not before.”

“Okay. Sorry. I don’t mean to…”

“None of that. He freaked you out,” Jason said. “I know he didn’t mean to, and from our guess it’s not his fault how he feels like to you, but that doesn’t mean he didn’t. It’s okay to set boundaries.”

“He… doesn’t feel weird to you?”

Jason sighed. “No. I guess I don’t sense it. I didn’t know you had died until you told me.”

“Oh.” Danny’s voice was small and quiet.

“But I knew that I had died— the others know it’s too,” Jason was quick to add. “It’s alright that you died. No one will think differently of you.”

“They might. It’s… you’re different than me, I guess.”

“I don’t know, because I don’t know what happened to you, but I actually hope so. The way I came back wasn’t pleasant.” Jason had to take a breath before he continued. “I was murdered by a rogue in town called the Joker. I woke up… we’re still not sure when exactly, but somewhere about half a year later. I didn’t have any of my memories, but I still had most of my injuries.

“I was picked up by some people you might hear us refer to— the League of Assassins. They put me back together about a year after my death by tossing me in something called the Lazarus Pits. Those things come with a price though, one that I’m still paying. Coming back was… hard, in a lot of ways.”

“Oh,” Danny said. He clung a little to Jason’s shirt, like he wanted to make sure Jason was still there. It was a feeling Jason understood all too well. “I, um, don’t think I’ve ever stayed really dead for more than a minute or two. At least not like… not like you were.”

Jason rested his hand on Danny’s back, feeling him breath. Feeling him�� feeling him not breathe.

“…Danny?”

Danny clung tighter to Jason’s shirt. “Go ahead, ask.”

“Are you… somewhat dead right now?”

“Yes.”

Just one word. A simple answer.

“Okay. That’s— okay. I’m glad there’s a reason that you’re not breathing,” Jason said and pressed a kiss to the top of Danny’s head as he tried to calm his own pounding heart.

“I think B.B. knows. I usually… it’s habit to breath but sometimes I forget and—”

“She’s good at noticing things.” Jason would have to talk with her. “But that goes to what I said, right? None of the others will thinking of you differently.”

“Even if…”

“Even if anything.”

Danny sat up and Jason resisted the urge to reach for him. It took him a moment longer to release Jason’s shirt. Jason sat up slowly and waited for Danny to get the words out he was obviously working on.

“Can I show you?”

“Course.” Jason braced himself for anything.

“It might be bright, close your eyes.”

The flash still shown through Jason’s eyelids.

“Oh.” Danny’s voice wavered horribly. “I didn’t think of that.”

“Danny?” Jason was reaching forward even as he opened his eyes.

It was good he did.

He had to catch Danny as he wavered dangerously. Danny’s who hair was black. Who’s eyes were blue. Who looked all the more like Bruce’s son. Who was bleeding red.

“Jesus and Mother Mary,” Dick cursed, resting his forehead against his wrist’s.

Cass came over and peeled the bloody gloves off for him. “Breathe.”

“I am breathing,” Dick wheezed.

“Badly.”

Jason barked out a laugh at that. It was unstable in a way that reminded the room of worse days.

The door banged open and they all jolted, everyone but Cass, who was better than that, and Danny who was still out cold.

“Shit, fuck, sorry,” Tim rambled. “Is he stable?”

“Yes,” Cass answered. Her voice was calm, but but Duke could see the way that she fidgeted. For anyone else it wouldn’t be called fidgeting, but the way that she untied and retied and untied the trash bag in his visions told Dick otherwise.

Cass was as worried as the rest of them.

“Signal?” Tim asked. He came into the room, tablet already pulled up to record everything.

“Hard for me to say,” Duke said with a little shrug. He wished he could say, but he was still trying to understand what he was seeing. “The guy is… he’s like no one I’ve ever seen before. But I think he’s getting stronger.”

“That’s— holy fuck.” Tim paused as he finally got a look at Danny.

“Really looks like the old man like this, doesn’t he?” Jason asked. He was trying to hide how his hands were trembling by keeping his arms crossed. Everyone in the room let him pretend.

Duke sure wouldn’t have wanted to be the one Danny collapsed on like that. It was bad enough being the third one there as he swung over from his patrol. The cuts had still been appearing on Danny’s skin, ripping him apart like he was nothing.

He didn’t look much better all bandaged up.

“I think the cuts were ones he must have sustained before changing forms before he even met us,” Duke reasoned. “They… felt old.”

Dick rubbed at his face. “So the whole time they were there just waiting to bleed?”

Jason laughed again. “Waiting for him to be alive again.”

Slowly, Dick dropped his hands and looked up at Jason. “Jay?”

Okay, so they were at the point of forgetting cape-names now. That was a great sign.

Confusingly, Jason looked to Cass, who actually fidgeted.

“He doesn’t breathe. He does, not always. His heart beats, not always. It is like he…,” she twisted her hand as if trying to grab onto the right word. “Like he relaxes and forgets.”

Well that was weird. Dick nodded to the monitor that he had helped hook up. “He’s breathing right now and the monitor says his heartbeat is hella slow, but steady.”

“This is his alive form, I think. More alive form,” Jason said with a shrug. “His other form is his more dead form. He said he’s never stayed ‘really dead’ like I was. I think ‘really’ was the important word in that. He stressed it like it was… a technically or some shit.”

“Or a loophole,” Tim said. He was watching Danny with his head tilted just slightly to the right.

It was a pose that had Duke straightening up in attention. “What do you see that I can’t?”

Tim glanced at him and then back down at Danny. “The scars don’t match.”

“Ti—Red, please just say it,” Dick pleaded, exhaustion hanging on his words.

“Sorry, I was. I mean, the scars he has now don’t exactly match the scars he had in his— what are we calling it? Dead form?”

Jason flinched.

Dick’s eyes flicked from Jason to Tim. “Let’s go with… ghost. Undead, you know?”

Tim continued on valiantly. “His scars don’t match with what he had in his ghost form. There are a few like around his neck that I think are one-to-one and a lot of them are in the same place from what I can see and might be the same? I’d have to take photos and compare. But… he has more in this living form, I’m sure of it.”

“Okay, right, so that’s a thing,” Jason said. He slid down the wall he was leaning against until he was squatting. He hung his head between his knee and wrapped his hands around the back of his neck.

Duke could see Jason passing out with enough probability that he slipped out of the room to grab some sour candy for Jason and an icepack for the back of his neck. Being honest with himself, Duke could use the moment out of the room. It was a lot to deal with.

Man, someone would have to do something about the bloody couch too… Dick sighed and took the time to send a message to Babs about it as well as an update. Knowing her she had a list of all the furniture in all the safe houses and could get a slipcover ordered on same day delivery. At least he hoped so. Everyone was taking this pretty hard and they didn’t need the reminder.

Duke figured the bad reaction was pretty fair though, they had thought that Danny was getting better and now his healing was going to be set back. Dick would be guilty because he hadn’t been here, Jason going through his issues about kids and violence and death, and Cass already counted Danny as family. She was never good when family was hurt. It was even worse that Danny should have been safe, he was under their watch.

Duke set the pack of candy and ice pack down next to Jason’s foot, close enough that he should be able to feel the cold, and backed up to his corner. It was best not to touch right then. He wasn’t afraid of Jason ever hurting him purposefully, but he was also very aware for Jason it might not always be purposeful.

Cass joined him, leaning against his side, and Duke wrapped an arm around her. Tim was tapping away on his tablet, mostly muttering to himself, but Dick had gotten up to peer over his shoulder.

Jason tore open the packet of candies and popped one in his mouth.

They’d be okay.

It would take work, but they were Bats. They were stubborn.

Dukes wrist buzzed. The tracking number for slipcover flashed across his hud. It would be there by 9 pm.

They’d be okay.

Everything hurt. Everything ached all the way down through his skin and muscled and bones. His breath caught in his chest, ragged and frayed like his lungs were full of shattered glass.

He tried not to make a noise.

He tried to stay quiet.

They would notice him if he made a noise. He couldn’t take any more attention. He didn’t think he’d survive more attention. God, that thought was almost enough to kill him. Once he would have done anything for his parents attention and now—

There was a hand in his hair. It was gentle.

Oh, he was crying.

“…going to be okay. We have you, Dandelion, and we’re not letting them touch you ever again. The two Reds will make sure it can never happen again. Once you’re better they’ll take a little road trip.”

That was… that wasn’t… a sob broke through Danny’s lips and he didn’t stop it. He didn’t even try.

He wasn’t there.

He could make noises.

He was safe.

“Danny? Hey, are you awake.”

Danny nodded as much as he could manage.

“Hey there,” Nightwing said, voice so kind that it just made Danny cry harder. “Can you open your eyes for me?”

Danny shook his head.

“Okay, that’s okay, thank you for answering me Danny. How’s the pain? Um, squeeze my hand once if it’s okay, twice if it’s really bad.”

Danny squeezed it three times.

“Really, really bad, huh? Okay. Okay… we can give you some pain meds through your IV. We have you on a saline drip because you looked really bad. We didn’t want to give you any meds without your consent though. Are you alright with some pain medication? Once for yes, twice for no.”

One squeeze.

“Okay, let me go—”

Danny clung to Nightwing’s hand a tightly at he could. His breath stuttered around the glass.

“Not leaving, Dandelion. I’m going to text Red Robin, okay? He’s in the living room. Hood and B.B are out… running an errand. They’ll be back soon. I’ll text Red and he’ll bring the pain meds.”

Danny nodded. Nightwing shifted around, but didn’t let go of Danny’s hand. The breathing calmed, got easier. Danny let out a slow breath.

“Hey Danny,” a new voice said. “The medication will make you feel fuzzy and maybe disoriented. You’ll probably sleep a lot. We don’t want you to wake up panicked. Is there anything we can do to help you know you’re here with us and safe?”

“Bear,” Danny croaked. He wet his lips and tried to continue. “Smells that aren’t… Touch. Warmth.”

“Red will get your teddy bear as soon as the meds are hooked up and we’ll work on the other things. One of us will always be here with you,” Nightwing said.

Danny squeezed his hand again.

“Okay. We won’t leave you alone, Danny, we’ll keep you safe. You’ll be okay.”

Danny trusted that.

It was surprising.

He didn’t think he could trust anymore, but Danny trusted that, trusted them.

The warmth of that thought followed him back into the black.

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AN: This all Danny's fault, not mine! He decided to reveal his form early and then... welp.....

...Stay delightful, darlings?

#dp x dc #batpham #city pigeons

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r3ynah · 11 months ago

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Yoo, same

Kon stood nervously beside the shut front door of his family home (which was currently empty due to every single family member of his were busy), he fiddled with his fingers, his senses seemingly becoming more and more sensitive as time went on, glancing up at the grandfather clock Mr. Bruce Wayne gifted to them every so often.

This was the day, the day Kon will tell his first ever long time 'normal' best friend his secret, finally after so many years he could really free himself from the guilt of lying and hiding his identity to Dani, he imagines the hilarious shocked face Dani will make when Kon tells her his Super boy, and how excited she will be not even sparing him a minute to answer her dozens of questions, Kon chuckled to himself as the idea swam in his mind.

But his chuckles, were stopped as a thought floated up in his head 'What if it'll be the other way? what if she'll never talk to me ever again?' Kon silently thought as he tapped his foot overwhelmed by the thought of his best friend not seeing him as a regular human being anymore and just a clone freak, he didn't want that the black hair blue-eyed girl despite her features was not part of the Wayne family, which shocked Kon upon their first meeting due to the fact Dani also lived in Gotham.

But Kon found out soon enough that Dani lived with her older siblings, a cool older sister named Jazz, Jazz had red hair, but her smile was the same as Dani's, and an odd older brother who Kon thought at first was her Twin brother, it didn't help that their names was also very similar Dani having an i, while her older brother Danny had a Y, they were cool people, Kon would like to hang out with them more often, but that'll will only happen if Dani still sees Kon as Kon after this discussion.

But is it all worth it? to just reveal it his life, his identity? after all Dani was the only time Kon ever felt normal, he wanted to be happy, he wanted to be understood, he wanted to be normal, he wanted to be selfish, he wanted Dani.

His thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door which startles him greatly, he knows who's at the opposite of door, after all only one person can ever go sneak up on him a surprise him to death, 'Dani' was the only thing he can think about as he turned the doorknob to open the front door.

And "Dani" was the only thing he breathed out as he faced the girl that stood Infront of him, Dani always liked to put on comfy and edgy clothes that makes people mistake her for a boy if it weren't for her long hair, which Kon realized Dani never cared if she was called the opposite gender she finds it as a compliment, her regular long side bangs that usually resides on the right side of her face was put up with a hair clip, her face was in full view, and even the gods can't fathom on how pretty she was.

She smiled at him with her oddly crooked sharp teeth, and Kon knew he was in danger right there and then, but for the reasons you don't think it is.

"Heya Konnie, what made you call me in like the middle of the semester?" Dani asked as she tilted her head, "Just want to talk with you." Kon stated as he moved to the side to give her room to head in, after letting Dani walked in Kon closed the door behind her.

"Come follow me, let's go to the balcony" Kon said as he grabbed Dani's wrist to drag her where she complied easily and just let Kon do his thing, Kon breathed out the trust Dani had in him, made him want to just breakdown right there in the middle of the living room floor, because he knows that after this there will be a chance Dani won't want to be there to spend the life they had imagined in the past together in the near future.

But he kept himself strong after all there was still the other positive half.

They had reached the balcony in less than 3 minutes, Kon sat silently on one of the sofas placed, Dani following and sitting on the left side, Dani put her head on top of Kon's shoulder, and Kon let's her, Dani took Kon's hands and played with them putting his ring on different fingers, Kon let's her, she tangles her hands with Kon's, and Kon let's her.

"Dani..." Kon let out, Dani hummed in response

"I need to confess to you about something." Kon mumbled, this time Dani looked up at him.

"What is it?" Dani asked, Kon looked down at her, meeting her eyes was hard, did it ever get this suffocating when talking to her in the past?

definitely not. there was no time, place, or event Kon ever felt uncomfortable with her next to him. Kon slowly got onto his knees Infront of Dani making her confused.

"Konnie? why are you kneeling" Dani giggled as she found the scene Infront of her utterly funny but stopped when she saw how serious Kon looked and how his hands that were still holding onto Dani's was trembling. "Kon, are you okay?"

"Danielle, I have been hiding something from you for a very long time, and I can't handle keeping it for much longer" Kon's voice trembled, there was no turning back the consequences can come later, he needs to let this guilty burden out of his chest. he looks up at Dani with her eyebrows furrowed and blue eyes that glinted in worry.

she looks ethereal and only heaven knows on how Kon yearns for his best friend.

"I'm Super boy" Kon uttered out his voice cracking but only slightly.

He yearns to tell her the truth.

"I have been Super boy even before we met"

He yearns for her approval

"Not only that, but I'm also a clone of the one and only Superman"

He yearns for her acceptance

"I'm sorry for lying and hiding my identity from you."

He yearns for her forgiveness

"Dani, I love you so much it hurts." he went quiet his body full of anxiety his knees became weak as he observed any signs of emotion in the black-haired girl's face.

He yearns for her.

And he has a feeling she know it too.

Is this it? everything they worked hard for this friendship disappearing just like that, on this day, here in the balcony? please no, his heart couldn't possibly take that, she wants her beside him, he'll take any route of destiny as long as she stays, even if she turns to despise his very being, he'll take it with no hesitation.

As long as she's with me, everything's worth it.

He didn't even realize he was crying until he felt a pair of hands caressing his face wiping his tears in the process, Dani made him look at her, she smiled at him softly then she opened her mouth and uttered "It's okay I forgive you, thank you for telling me." Dani held him close and let Kon's head rest on her chest. "I promise you, I'm not going anywhere, after all any place I'll go will be painstakingly boring without you beside me."

Finally letting go of the mixed emotions that had built inside of him, Kon cried, he cried until his throat became sore and his eyes became red from the tears, and Dani stayed until the very end just like she promised.

PLUS SCENE

Kon laid on the sofa tired and lazily staring at the ceiling, a random cartoon show played from the TV, one of his hands was holding onto to Dani's Hand, as the girl looked focused on the show, Kon let his eyes close for a second succumbing to the peace, until Dani opened her mouth.

"You said earlier that you were a clone, right?" Dani asked her eyes remained on the TV

Kon hummed "yeah why?"

"Yoo, same" Dani laughed, her reply made the exhaustion from Kon's body leave immediately, he sat straight up and his mouth open as he looked at Dani in surprise.

"Excuse me, WHAT??" Kon stated in disbelief, Dani bent over clutching her stomach as she laughed at his reaction.

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gl00mt0mb · 15 days ago

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Peter Parker head-cannon that I believe whole heartedly without doubt

After the events of Spider-Man homecoming Peter starts to stray away from superhero’s like the avengers and more towards local vigilantes

It’s not purposefully they just understand how he operates and have mutual respect for him as a fellow vigilante. He finds it easier to work with them with the lack of power dynamics compared to the Avenger missions or orders from SHEILD.

He still sends his regular voice messages to Happy more out of habit then anything thinking no one actually listened to them

—Except for the fact that after the vulture incident his messages are no longer going to his point guy but rather Tony Stark himself.

He never really specifics what’s going on other then a name drop or two, mostly for story telling purposes.

This result in Tony sitting in his workshop at various points trying to decipher the foreboding messages he keeps getting at random hours of the night from this high-school superhero. Stark is convinced that these are kids at school Peter knows because he simply can’t imagine Spider-Man knowing other hero’s that aren’t avengers approved.

(Little snippets of the priorly mentioned voicemails that totally happened because I said they did)

• “Eddie has a giant sweet tooth, one time we were at this restaurant and they ran out of dessert and goes feral! Like they jumped in the fish tank and bit a lobsters head clean off! They might be diabetic or something but it’s rude to ask,”

• “Oh yeah and then Matt and me like made a run for it but it was kinda hard since everyone was shooting at us and Matt’s like blind right? Well not really, but everyone thinks he is so we have to keep it on the down low, especially since the police were walking towards us. So we steal this cat off the side of the road and it’s dark so I just make it a little red webbing vest and pretended its his service animal-“

• “I met Jesse a while back and she’s really cool, anyway we were stalking this one guy a friend of hers knew, and get this! He was totally cheating on his girl with the barista. —Also he ran an illegal gambling room— but the cheating part was insane!”

• “Like sure —Frank scares the shit out of me— but this dog he rescued from a fight club thing is sooooo adorable, I’d kill a man for her. I think Frank already has?”

• “Imagine my surprise when Marc ends up actually being Steven! Steven’s a really good guy it’s a shame he’s British…but he helped me study for my anthropology class so I’ll let it slide,”

• “I wanted to watch Carmen Santiago with her but, Felicia is such a kleptomaniac, I swear I can’t take her anywhere without her trying to pocket my life’s savings in stolen merchandise-“

• “I mean, I don’t have any siblings? but Luke has this weird soap opera style drama with his brother and they had a huge fight! He threw Luke off the side of the bridge because of this argument about who was the favorite as a kid? I don’t really know the whole story but regardless I don’t mind being an only child-“

• “So I call Johnny to ask which flavor he wants but he won’t answer the phone because the giant loser is probably setting himself on fire for attention again-“

• “Kate’s mom kinda sucks, she got arrested for like I don’t know embezzlement and attempted murder or whatever rich people do when they get taxed, But her almost dad lets me use his swords so it’s not all bad.”

• “No and then me and Danny were supposed to get on this flight together but we kinda started freaking out because we were both orphaned due to a plane accident so we just had to catch an uber instead which made us mega late.”

• “And the whole trip was super fun until Wade got us stopped at the security gate because he wouldn’t leave his illegal shit at home. That led to the guard lady realizing the passport you got me was fake, so now I’m sitting in the middle of an interrogation room, and I’m scared they’re gonna deport me. I’m not sure where because I was born in Queens but it’s a real concern-“

• “I meet the strangest guys in the sewers tonight? They were in a fight club and the amount of pizza they ate was obscene, it might’ve…been a gang actually since they had a lot do weapons but I’m willing to look past it since they obviously had some more pressing issues to deal with. Like whatever skin condition they have that made them turn green.”

• “Ughhh— I told Stephen that I needed to borrow one of his books but the guy won’t budge! His library is humongous and I can’t check out one little journal for my Greek mythology unit?”

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samgirl98 · 7 months ago

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Connecting a Family 1/?

Jason and his small family go to Gotham to reconnect with the Waynes during his birthday week

This was supposed to be a one-shot. It didn't turn out that way.

“A little to the left. There! Perfect!” Bruce exclaimed.

He turned and talked to the cleaning company manager he had hired.

“And everything is finished? Are the rooms done?”

“Yes, Mr. Wayne. Everything has been done to your and Mr. Pennyworth’s specifications. You are more than welcome to check.”

“Thank you. I'll check in a bit—oh, that banner needs to go over the doorway, not the window!”

Dick went up to the manager Bruce had been speaking to.

“I apologize for this. Bruce is a little nervous,” he said sheepishly.

“It is no problem, Mr. Grayson,” he said, not looking up from his iPad. “He’s not the worst I’ve had, and he's polite even in his demands.”

With that, the manager left.

Dick sighed and went to stop Bruce from harassing the decorators.

Bruce inspected the balloons on the balloon arc for any flaw he thought they might have. What flaws can balloons even have, Bruce?

Still, Dick understood Bruce’s nervousness.

Jason and his small family finally agreed to stay at the Manor for Jason and Alfred’s birthday week. It had been a surprise for the family in Gotham but a pleasant one.

And then Bruce went off the rails, trying to make sure everything was “perfect.”

Again, Dick understood. He wanted Jason and his family to have a great time in Gotham so they would be more inclined to return and visit, but Bruce was taking it to another level. The best Dick could do was follow Bruce around and try to rein him in. It wasn't working.

Maybe he should bring Mar’i to Bruce to see if she could calm him down. If Dick could figure out which of his siblings had his daughter.

“Bruce, can you help me look for Mar’i? It's time to give her lunch.”

Dick grabbed a hold of Bruce and dragged him away from the decorating manager. Bruce had harassed the poor employees long enough.

“Wait, I have to make sure they got the ballroom!”

Dick rolled his eyes.

“Bruce, you hired them for a reason; they're the best. Let them do their jobs and help me find my daughter. Besides. I doubt Jason and his family will care if the balloon arc is three inches off center to the right.”

“I don’t know. Jason has always been a stickler for details,” Bruce tried to argue back.

“Not to this extent, Bruce. Chill.”

“Fine. Fine!” He took out his phone, “Maybe I can use this time to see if J’onn and Clark will still come. Oh, Kory is still invited. Make sure she shows up.”

Dick pinched the bridge of his nose.

Since Bruce learned that Danny liked space and aliens, he had been trying to bribe him with autographs, telescopes, and other space memorabilia. When Bruce found out that Jason was coming to Gotham with Danny, he called in a favor from his teammates to come over to meet Danny. Still, bothering his teammates will make them less inclined to come.

“Give me this,” Dick said as he took the phone out of Bruce’s hands, “Stop harassing people!”

Batman didn’t pout, but Bruce was close to doing so.

“What if Jason calls?”

“Then I’ll answer. Help me find my kid.”

They eventually found Mar’i in the kitchen eating a sandwich.

Alfred didn’t get frantic, but he was close when they entered. He mumbled to himself and checked over the food. All of which were Jason’s favorites.

“C’mon Alfie, not you, too.”

“I have no idea what you mean, Master Dick.”

“Alfie had been freaking out since this morning,” Mar’i said, “It’s funny.”

“Really, Miss Marie, it’s not funny at all to laugh at this old man’s distress.”

“Mar’i,” Dick said, “apologize.”

“Sorry, Alfie.”

“Apology accepted,” he said even as he read a recipe that Dick knew Alfred had memorized. Dick sighed—this family.

“Alfred, Jason is going to love whatever you make him.”

“Hmm, that may be true, but I’m trying to impress more than just Master Jason. After all, I’ve heard his son is a bit of a hard case to get to one’s side.”

Dick said nothing. Alfred wasn’t wrong. Danny could be a bit prickly. Dick still remembered Danny’s glowing green glare and tried to subdue a shudder. He didn’t think it worked.

“I’m sure Danny will love whatever you make, Alfie,” Dick tried to reassure the old butler. Besides, Dick needed Alfred on his side.

A chime made everyone jump. Dick pulled out Bruce’s phone and read the message.

“Their plane has landed.”

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Jason took a deep breath, taking in the rancid, smoggy Gotham air. The clouds threatened rain.

It was home.

As much as he loved his little haunt, there was just something about Gotham that made him feel welcomed. It was almost like a mother opening her arms and welcoming him back home.

“Ugh, what is that smell,” Jazz asked while holding her nose.

“That’s Gotham,” Jason said proudly.

Ellie held her little hands over her nose while Jazz made retching noises. Jason laughed.

“C’mon, let’s go get that car. I’ll show you around later.”

“Does the rest of Gotham smell this way,” Jazz murmured. Jason ignored her.

They had opted to rent a car instead of allowing Alfred to drive them or use one of Bruce’s cars. It gave them a sense of freedom to know they could get up and leave in their own vehicle if things went south.

Jason hoped it didn’t. He wanted his two families to get along.

They got in their temporary car and took on Gotham’s traffic.

Jason pointed out landmarks and gargoyles he would hide in when he was Robin. He even pointed out his favorite one. He wondered how many times he had hidden by that gargoyle to get away from it all. It knew all of his secrets, fears, and hopes.

Jazz and Ellie stared at everything with wide eyes while Danny stared out the window. He looked like he was contemplating something, and Jason hoped it wasn’t something bad, like how he would annoy the family…or scare them.

Because of Gotham traffic, it took them a little over an hour to get from the airport to Wayne Manor. They had seen a few accidents along the way. Gotham never changed, which was comforting in a way. Gotham would always be the same, no matter how long he was away.

They reached the manor and stopped in front of the gates decorated with balloons and lights. Jason smiled. He bet Bruce was going crazy trying to make everything perfect for his prodigal son's return.

Jason put in his codes and watched as the gates slowly opened.

Ellie and Jazz stared with huge eyes as they took in the estate and the manor. Danny was glaring at everything with glowing eyes.

“Behave, Danny,” Jason said in a warning tone.

“I’m not doing anything,” Danny retaliated back.

“Cool it with the spooky eyes, baby brother.”

Danny glared one last time. Then his eyes returned to his usual baby blues.

“Thanks, Danny. It means a lot to me,” Jason said.

Danny nodded once and looked out the window, his chin resting on his hand. He looked very unimpressed by the luxury surrounding him. They stopped in front of Wayne Manor, where the whole family stood waiting to greet them. Lights were decorating the doorway even though it was daytime. It was a bit intimidating, if Jason was being honest. After all, he hadn’t met most of them, and now they were standing before him to judge him and his family. He hoped they didn’t find them lacking. Not that his small family wasn’t anything but perfect…Well, for the most part.

Jazz got out first. Jason followed. Jazz took Ellie from her car seat while Jason opened the door for Danny.

“Behave,” he whispered at his son.

Danny rolled his eyes, “They better behave, too. They have only one chance to impress me.”

Jason sighed. Well, that’s the best he could do. Danny was a stubborn boy, after all. It was all up to the Wayne Family now. He wouldn’t help them if they wanted Danny’s trust and love.

Jason took Danny’s hand and went before the family. His palms sweated as he stood in front of them. Jazz stood by him, holding Ellie in her arms.

“Jason, Jazz, Danny, Ellie, welcome to Wayne Manor,” Bruce said. He walked up to Jason and put his arms around Jason. “Welcome back, son.”

Jason soaked in his father’s touch for a few extra seconds before he started squirming to be let go. After all, he was still holding Danny’s hand, and he felt how uncomfortable his son felt. Bruce let go and got down to Danny’s level.

“I have a surprise for you later.”

“Oh, now we’re trying to buy a kid’s love.”

“Danny,” Jason reprimanded sharply, “apologize.”

Bruce laughed, “It’s okay, Jay lad, I’m not offended.”

“He should be,” Danny whispered under his breath. Jason only caught it because of his super hearing. Even Jazz turned and gave Danny a look. His sweet son didn’t look cowed and jutted out his chin. Jason sighed. He’d have to talk to Danny later.

“Come, let’s greet the family.”

Danny dragged his feet as he walked up.

Alfred was the first one to introduce himself. He bowed to Danny.

“Welcome, Master Danny, to Wayne Manor. I am Alfred Pennyworth, the Wayne Family’s butler.”

Danny stared blankly at Alfred. Jason nudged Danny. Jason wanted this to go well but knew it was up to them. He could try to facilitate things but nothing else.

Danny sighed, “Hello, Mr. Pennyworth. Dad has talked great about you. I like the recipes you taught him.”

“Please, call me Alfred. I’m glad I could please you even while far away.”

“Heh, okay, Alfred,” Danny chuckled and then turned to look at the rest of the family. Everyone started squirming at Danny’s stare. His eyes weren’t glowing, but his stare was intense. Tim even hid behind Cassandra. Danny smirked at Tim’s actions. Duke Thomas walked up first. His stance was relaxed, and he had on an easy smile.

“Hey, I’m Duke,” the newest member said, shaking Jason and Danny’s hands. “I have powers, too. It’s nice to have more people who know what it’s like.”

“Hey, Duke, I’m Jason; this is my son, Danny, and my sister, Jazz, and niece, Ellie.”

“Nice to meet you! It’s fun to have more niblings!”

“I’m not your nephew, and you’re not my uncle,” Danny said quickly.

Duke’s smile didn’t fall.

“Of course, I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have assumed. I hope you see me as a family member in the future, even if you don’t see me as an uncle.”

Danny said nothing and looked at the rest of the family. Stephanie Brown introduced herself next, followed by Barbara and Cassandra.

“Call me Cass, though.”

“Cass,” Danny repeated as he studied her, “You’ve been touched by death.”

He doubted anyone else noticed; she didn’t flinch or react, really, but Jason knew, he could feel it in his core, that Cass was perturbed when Danny mentioned death.

“Danny, don’t mention death to other people,” he reprimanded his son. It was one thing to talk about death in their small family, but he doubted others would be comfortable talking about that subject.

“Sorry,” Danny said, sounding sincere.

“My name is Damian Al Ghul Wayne, heir to the Cowl and League.”

“Damian,” Bruce hissed at his youngest.

Danny blinked at Damian, “Okay. Nice to meet you, I guess; I’m Danny Nightingale. I’m not an heir to anything, though.”

“Tt, whatever.”

Damian said nothing, and everyone else introduced themselves. The last one to introduce herself was Mar’i.

“Hi, I’m Mar’i. I heard you can fly, too. That’s so cool! Maybe we can race.”

“Cool. I heard your mom is an alien princess. Have you ever been to space? Have you been to your mom’s planet? It’s so cool that you’re half-alien!”

“Yeah, my mom is from Tamaran. I’ve been there once with my parents. It’s nice. Why do you wanna go?”

“Yes,” Danny breathed out, his body vibrating with excitement.

“Before we plan to let you go on extraterrestrial travels, let’s settle here first, yeah, Danny lad?”

Danny walked with Mar’i, asking her questions. The little girl seemed to be enjoying all the attention. Jason and Bruce brought in the luggage, ignoring Alfred’s insistence that he could do it. The old butler wasn’t getting any younger, and Jason could carry his stuff.

Jason gave one last look toward Danny and watched as he listened to whatever Mar’i was telling him with rapt attention. Jason couldn’t help but smile. At least his son was enjoying himself with one family member. It was a start.

“I’ll go put our things in our rooms. Alfie, where are we going to stay?”

“In the family wing, of course. I have prepared rooms for you and put a crib where Miss Jazz will sleep in case she wants the little one with her.”

“Thanks, Alfie.”

“Come on, Danny. I’ll show you where we’re staying.”

Danny seemed reluctant to leave Mar’i behind. His little boy had gotten attached to his cousin quickly.

“Can’t you show me later?”

“I can show you,” Mar’i quickly interrupted, “You can tell me about yourself now.”

“Okay,” Danny said while following the little girl.

“I’m glad Mar’i and Danny are getting along,” Dick said.

“Me too.”

Dick smiled at Jason, “Welcome back, Little Wing, welcome back.

____

Bruce couldn’t help but hover over Jason.

It was a miracle to have his son back in the manor, and Bruce was enjoying it as much as he could. After all, Jason was only here for a finite time. He was also enchanted by Ellie’s sweet, mischievous smile and Danny’s curiosity about all things space. He couldn’t get a good read on Jazz, but Tim’s warning to stay away from her if they didn’t want to be psychoanalyzed by an intelligent and competent person.

He remembered the wary look his children and children adjacent had given at Tim’s words.

Bruce didn’t want to be psychoanalyzed by anyone, but for the sake of his son, he wouldn’t mind having his mind prodded. Jason loved Jazz like a sister, and he doubted Jason wouldn’t notice if people tried to ostracize her. Bruce would lead by example.

Jason had found happiness with his own family, and Bruce couldn’t help but feel pride and joy for his son. He could only hope he would be allowed to be a part of Jason’s family.

“The drawing room is ready. I have prepared refreshments for everyone to enjoy.”

“You’ll join us, Alfie, right,” Jason asked.

“I wouldn’t miss it for anything, Master Jason.”

Danny stared at the drawing room with disdain while Ellie pointed at all the balloons and decorations.

“I think dad went a bit overboard, huh, Dick?”

Bruce flushed while still feeling a deep sense of joy deep in his heart. Jason called him dad. Bruce tried to keep the tears out of his eyes.

“I wanted everything to be perfect,” he said instead.

Jason rolled his eyes and turned toward his siblings.

“Let me guess. He harassed the workers in his quest to make things ‘perfect.’”

“Oh, you should’ve seen it, Jay; he couldn’t leave the poor suckers alone. I had to apologize for his behavior.”

“He was trying to find fault with the balloon arch,” Tim added, “What imperfections could balloons even have?”

“They could’ve been different sizes,” Bruce added mulishly, “I had to make sure they were all the right size.”

“How many arcs are there,” Jason asked, “’Cuz I’ve seen five already. Were you planning on inspecting them all, B?”

Bruce crossed his arms and raised his chin stubbornly.

All his children shook their heads, their expressions a mix of amusement and exasperation.

“I can show you videos later, Jay,” Barbara, the traitor, said.

“Yes, please.”

“Alright, why don’t we eat? I’m sure everyone is famished.”

“I don’t know, old man, I’m kind of enjoying poking fun at you,” Jason said.

Bruce ignored his miracle child and went for a cucumber sandwich.

Danny went up to the table and inspected everything. He finally decided on a blueberry scone and bit into it, his eyes widening at the taste.

“Daddy, they taste like yours!”

“More like mine taste like Alfred’s. He taught me everything I know about cooking and baking.”

Danny stuffed the rest of the scone into his mouth while looking at Alfred. Danny picked up a cookie and sandwich as he swallowed the scone.

“Danny, you’re going to choke.”

Danny smiled mischievously and stuffed the cookie into his mouth.

“It’s not like it’ll kill me,” he said with his mouth full, “I’m already half-dead.”

The room got silent; everyone held their breath. Bruce could tell what everyone was thinking: Died? Danny had died? He’s half-dead?

Bruce knew a little about Danny and Jason and how they had gained powers, but he hadn’t told anyone else in the family, trying to protect Jason’s and his family’s privacy. Looking at the horrified looks on his children’s faces (except Tim’s), Bruce couldn’t help but wonder if he had made a mistake in not giving his family a heads-up.

Danny looked around the room. Then his eyes widened in understanding.

“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that so casually. I’m so used to joking about my death and resurrection in my old life, and within our small family, I forget that not everyone would look at it as a joke.”

“It’s okay,” Bruce said, “Let’s not dwell on it and eat.”

Jason walked up to Danny and ruffled his hair. It was only then that Danny seemed to untense. Danny said something to Jason, and Jason smiled at Danny. He whispered something in the little boy’s ears and hugged his son.

Mar’i showed up to talk to Danny, and the two of them scampered off.

“Is he okay,” Bruce asked.

“Yeah. Sorry about that. I know death is a taboo subject to most people, but Danny tends to cope with jokes. I do, too, to be honest.”

“I understand. I wish he didn’t have that trauma and had to cope, but we all find different ways.”

Jason nodded.

“So, what’s the surprise? ‘Cuz you already have the manor decked out from top to bottom, and the food is delicious. Don’t tell me you got him a rocket or something,” Bruce could tell Jason was only half joking.

“I’m not that out of touch, Jay lad.”

Jason raised an eyebrow and pointedly looked at the balloon arches and hanging banners.

Bruce sighed. Okay, maybe he went a bit overboard with the decorations.

“I asked Clark, J’onn, and Starfire to come. They’ll be here a little later.”

“Oh, Danny is going to freak. He loves Martian Manhunter. He says he’s his favorite superhero.”

Bruce almost pouted. Why did none of his children or grandchildren say Batman was their favorite? It was always someone else.

“Why’re pouting, old man? No one will say Batman is their favorite because we know you too well.”

Bruce actually pouted before smiling.

“I’m glad you’re here, Jay lad. I missed you.”

Jason tackled Bruce with a hug, “I missed you, too, dad.”

Happy New Year!

#dc x dp #dp x dc #connecting a family

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wolfertinger · 4 months ago

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Hi there Wis and Majora. You read this blog so I figured I'd come here and say some shit myself. Tell me. Why are you referring to that disgusting liar Majora as my ex girlfriend? Isn't it funny how last year during our falling out, Majora tried to tell people I was cheating on her with my at the time partner before I came out as a lesbian? And then when that lie didn't fly, she instantly changed it trying to tell people that I obsessed over her and tried to make her have an affair with me, which also didn't fly? And that she told me "no I don't want to date you"? There's MANY witnesses to this btw, so I'd think real hard before answering that. So tell me why, now, I'm suddenly seeing that you're referring to her as my "ex girlfriend". How can she be my ex when nothing like that ever happened between us? Bitch we NEVER dated oh my god??? Thank you to the previous anon who came to defend me. It's true. All we ever did was ship ocs and talk about sexual stuff with OCS. OCS. NOT. US. And one of the reasons I cut her off in the first place and started to push her away was because of how she was lying to my face, telling her partner (who at the time was her friend before they started dating) that I was insanely controlling of her and refused to let her talk to any of her friends and would abuse her if she talked to anyone but me (again...not true lmao). She told her partner this because we both admittedly had a pretty codependent bpd attached friendship to each other and it got to a point where she constantly avoided her friends in favor to talk to me. That's not really my fault, that was hers. And when Danny (her partner) at the time, yelled at her for it, she threw me under the bus and told Danny I told her she wasn't allowed to talk to him. Not fucking true at all. That actually caused me to have an insane freak out because I was beyond confused and couldn't understand why I kept catching her lying about me, even during our friendship. You can even ask my best friend. I went to her when this happened and she was just as confused as I was and said "you're not fucking like that where the hell is she getting this from?".

And then when I decided to cut Majora off for constantly lying about shit like this and triggering me into freak outs because I couldn't understand why the fuck she was treating me like that (and also because someone anonymously approached me to slide her evidence of her weird ass behavior around minors and other shit she was lying about that was very recent at the time, and because she kept vague posting my new friend Lim on her priv acct, who I am ACTUALLY now dating because she got mad over us getting chummy), she freaked the fuck out and started telling ppl I was obsessed with her and wanted her romantically and that I cut our friendship off cuz she started dating Danny. I didn't give a fuck about Danny. I was getting fed the fuck up with her constant lying and finding out just how disgusting and weird she was around kids online among other things.

And yet again, I have SO many witnesses who can actually back me up on this. So if you're reading this at all and decided to fucking vague post respond like a stupid ass coward like you love doing, I'd think real long and hard. Cuz the lies y'all keep spewing out are only getting worse.

I was livid to see that screen shot this morning of you referring to me as that disgusting creeps ex girlfriend. You are DISGUSTING. You're just as bad of a chronic liar as she is.

Also, cry harder about supposedly being called a cracker. You seem to love sending your boot lickers to comment sections to call other people crackers but GOD forbid it's directed at you by someone else (when to my understanding no one actually called you a cracker at all.) Talk about white fragility, Jesus CHRIST. I didn't even get worked up when your bootlickers called me a cracker I just sat there like "oh okay what the fuck lmao" and found out you were the source. It isn't that fucking deep lmfaaaaao. Girl get a grip.

Sorry for the rant. I just cannot fucking believe I saw that screen shot.

"Also Wis, you're shaming rape victims for using CNC now? As a rape victim myself who uses CNC to cope, you are such a loser. I don't even give a fuck if my audience knows that cuz I want to destigmatize this for victims.

You, on the other hand support and defend extreme paraphiles who dabble in pedo, feral and other shit of the sort. Girl you really need to stop talking. You're making it worse for yourself."

i just truly do not know, what wis thinks she will gain, blindly lashing out, and making the art community, a less safe place. she will drag as many people down, as she can with her. because she cannot stand being alone, in her misery.

you, cass, and majora's anonymous victims, are not evil, for speaking up against abuse.

all they have, is lies.

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Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 5

Have you read Part 4?

Warnings: Minors ABSOLUTELY DNI! (18+), SOAKED PANTIES/ UNDERWEAR ALERT, intense sexual tension, unprotected sex, oral f. receiving, teasing, foreplay, fingering, fluff, brief mentions of feelings of inadequacy, graphic descriptions of sex. (YOU AND DANNY FINALLY FAWK).

Word Count: 9,741K

A/N: This might be some of my favorite writing I've done in a while, ESPECIALLY the smut. I tried my best to make this smut seem as realistic as possible to how I think Danny would behave...take that as you will. 😈

Here’s a link to the song mentioned in the fic: Mr. Forgettable—David Kushner

Here’s a link to the Spotify Ignition Playlist: Ignition

“Kenn, I think we might…you know–” you told one of your close friends through facetime.

“Oh?” She asked, taking a sip of her iced latte through the camera. “This is Danny, right? Not Jake?”

“Definitely not Jake,” you insisted. “We haven’t really been talking lately.”

“Oh. What happened?” She asked disappointedly, having been left out of the loop since the last phone call.

“Well, I finally told him how I felt, and things didn’t really go well. He completely ghosted me for like two weeks until I confronted him at rehearsal, and even now things are really weird. I don’t know,” you shrugged, trying to blow off the hurt that you most definitely still felt. “We haven’t talked,” you shrugged.

“Wait, so you told him you liked him, and he just disappeared?” She asked, slurping loudly through her straw.

“Yeah,” you said simply, plopping your head down into your covers before lifting it again.

“Maybe it freaked him out,” Kenn replied. “I don’t know. But that’s weird that he acted like that. Did he tell you if he had feelings or not?”

“He said he didn’t love me like that. He said he’d always be there for me and then literally disappeared off the face of the planet.”

“Damn,” she sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/n,” She apologized gently. “I really wish I could be there with you. We’d have a sleepover and we’d do the whole ‘eat Ben & Jerry’s and cry’ thing.”

You shrugged, chuckling softly. “Honestly, I think I’m past all that. Danny and I are kind of a thing, now,” you explained. “I don’t know where it’s gonna go, and things are still new, but he’s such a good guy, and he makes me feel–I don’t know,” you blushed.

“Sexy? Like you’re floating?” She asked, grinning widely.

“All of the above. And more,” You answered. “Jake will come around eventually, and if he doesn’t, I’ll be sad, but I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Kenn asked. “You guys are so close, Y/n. I can’t imagine you and Jake just not being a package deal, you know?”

Her bringing up the obvious made you uncomfortable. She’d asked the questions you’d avoided for weeks. “I miss him, and I’m fucking angry. I never thought he’d act like this, even if he didn’t like me–and now, I just don’t get it.”

“He hasn’t tried to talk to you? Not at all?”

You shook your head. “Nope. I yelled at him at rehearsal last week though,” you explained. Kenn snorted.

“Oh my God. Hell hath no fury like Y/n when she’s pissed off,” She continued. “What did you say?”

“He kept giving me all of these excuses as to why he couldn’t or wouldn’t reach out to me first…that I should have been the first one to reach back out to him knowing I had already put myself out there and got rejected by him. Who does that to their best friend?”

Kenn shook her head. “A jackass. But like–remember when we were talking, and all the signs were adding up? I swore that he had feelings,” she explained with a confused expression. “Jake wasn’t hard for me to read at all. Every single thing that you told me sounded like he had feelings.” She took another sip of her beverage before shaking the empty cup of ice. “I had no doubt.”

“Ugh, why are boys so fucking difficult to figure out?!” You groaned, covering your face with your pillow. “Like why did God make me straight? This is sick!”

Kenn chuckled. “All men, I swear, have rocks in their heads.”

“You’re telling me!” You agreed, your attention moving elsewhere when you felt your phone vibrate as you began receiving a call. It was Danny.

“Speaking of men, I’ve got a good one calling.”

“I love you, bestie. Keep me updated on Danny. Let me know if I need to kick his ass, too, and I’ll make the trip ASAP.”

“I will, I promise.”

You hung up with her promptly before switching over the call.

“Hi,” you said with a smile.

“Hi gorgeous,” he said through the phone with a delightful tone. “What are you up to?” He asked.

“Nothing really, just got off the phone with Kenn.”

“That’s nice, did you guys have a good call?” You nodded, though he couldn’t see you.

“Yeah, we only get to talk like once or twice a month, so it was nice to catch up.”

He was quiet for a moment. “Are you in bed yet?” He asked, hope laced into the question.

“Not even close,” you told him. “Why?”

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” he said flirtatiously.

“I’m sworn to secrecy. Signed by a notary,” you answered playfully.

“Wow, that’s really official. Truth be told, I have a craving.”

“A craving?” You asked, grinning.

“Yup. I figured I’d ask you if you had a craving too, and then, if you would like to possibly fix that craving, maybe perhaps we could carpool to a convenience store…” he said, obviously beating around the bush.

“Let me see,” you replied. “Oh yeah, you know, I could totally go for a Reese’s right now. I’m fresh out.”

“Oh man, that sucks! But, guess what? I just so happen to have a car!”

“Danny, you know I have a car, too, right?” You chuckled.

“I had no idea women could drive!” He joked.

“You deserve to be punched for that,” you told him, raising an eyebrow.

“Be careful, I like women who are hands on.”

“You’re a loser,” You answered, getting up from the bed, smoothing out your clothes.

“Your loser, I hope,” he suggested.

“My loser,” you agreed.

“I’ll be over in ten then, loser,” he replied quickly, hanging up before you could protest. Soon, you heard his car pull up, his engine purring loudly outside of your window.

“You were just looking for an excuse to see me, weren’t you?” You asked him as you stepped down your front stairs, being careful to not trip over them in the dark.

“No, of course not! I was just craving some sweet chili Doritos, but was scared to go to the store alone,” he answered, feigning innocence. “Figured I’d call up a buddy.”

“Is that what I am to you, Daniel Wagner?” You asked, ducking down to peer at him through his passenger window. You crossed your arms across your chest. “I’m your buddy?” You lifted your eyebrows skeptically with the question.

“I have a secret,” he said quietly, pulling his finger upward in a ‘come here’ gesture.

“What?” You asked.

“Get in and I'll tell you,” he said with a grin. You eyed him with suspicion, but opened the car door, sinking down into the seat beside him. As soon as you were settled inside, he lifted his hand to tilt your face, leaning his body over the center console to deliver a breathtaking kiss, his fingertips caressing your jaw and the curve of your neck just like before. This kiss was different though, because now, his touch was comfortable and confident. His fingertips knitted into your hair, and yours lifted upward to rest on his shoulder and chest, bunching his shirt in your hands as you deepened the kiss. Adjusting in your seat, you turned your body to him, moving as best you could in such a small space. “Why’d you have to kiss me like that in this tiny fucking car?” You asked breathlessly.

“Because I like the challenge,” Danny said, licking his lips as he sat back in his seat, his chest heaving. “Plus I’m a glutton for punishment. Oh and I lied about what I was craving,” he added, looking over at you, a glimmer in his eye.

“Oh?” You answered simply.

“Yeah. You just fixed it.” At that, your cheeks flamed embarrassingly pink, your skin heating up to the point of almost being feverish.

“Where did you learn to be so fucking smooth?” You chuckled. He grinned like he had just won something.

“I’ve got quick wit, Y/n,” he said cleverly. “Also I had to put a lot of practice into impressing you,” he said, flashing his white teeth in a broad smile.

“You’re such a dork ,” you grinned widely, still feeling the pressure of his lips against yours. Really, you wanted him to go even further, testing your boundaries.

“Stay over tonight,” you said, laying your head back against the headrest, turning to look at him. “Stay with me,” you told him again, relaxing your expression into one of seriousness. “Please,” you added, placing your opened palm on the center console, waiting for his answer.

“How’d you feel coming over to my place?” He asked you. “Since we’re still parked in your driveway,” he grinned, looking outside and then back at you. “No pressure, of course.”

“I think I’d like that,” You agreed. “Still up for snacks?” You asked him.

“Nah, not really. It was all a ploy to get you here with me,” he grinned.

“You know you could have just asked to hang out like a normal person.” You told him with an enthused expression.

“What would be the fun in that, though? I like to keep you on your toes.”

You rolled your eyes and reached for the door handle. “Give me five minutes to grab some things,” you told him. The smile that you got in return from him filled you with eagerness and excitement. You practically skipped up the stairs inside your house to pack an overnight bag, a smile embedded in your expression the entire time.

***

It’s interesting how ceiling fans always become one of the most cliché details in sad, miserable stories, Jake thought, repetitively tossing one of Danny’s GVF golf balls in the air. He had spent most of the evening lying in place, still dressed in the clothes he wore earlier that day. As he lay, his mind wandered to the image of you and Danny kissing at your house. Once he let himself reimagine it, he’d inserted himself into your arms, imagining if it was him kissing you, him laughing with you, and him sharing his feelings with you. He’d fucked it all up so severely that it was too late to go back now. If he wanted you, he’d have to make a mess, and though Jake hadn’t been one to start drama, losing you wasn’t something he was willing to do.

“Are you gonna get up and actually do something?” Josh asked, stepping into the room, turning on the light.

“Ugh!” Jake groaned, rolling over in bed. “Why the fuck are you in my house?” He asked.

“Because you won’t answer my texts and calls, and quite frankly, it hurt my feelings,” Josh said mostly out of sarcasm. “What’s the problem?”

Jake looked over at his brother, considering if he had the energy to pour out his heart to Josh. Instead, he sighed and looked back up at the spinning fan and continued to toss the ball into the air.

“Come on,” Josh said. “I can only handle so much brooding before I begin to get jealous from you stealing the limelight.” Jake scoffed with a small grin.

“You’re an asshat,” he said.

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Tell me what’s going on. I know who it’s about, at least,” Josh admitted.

“What do you mean?” Jake said, catching the ball one last time, turning to face his brother.

“Oh give me a break,” Josh said, coming to sit in the deep papasan chair in Jake’s room, leaning back in it and folding his legs underneath his body. “It’s Y/n. Everyone knows, Jake.”

“What exactly do they know?” Jake said, reaching his hand back with the ball, spurring Josh to open his hands in preparation to catch the ball. Carefully they tossed it back and forth as they spoke.

“That you’re an idiot,” Josh began. “Why did you tell her you didn’t have feelings for her? Like, what kind of bullshit was that?” He continued. “You and I both know you’ve been crazy about her since you met her.”

Jake caught the ball and sighed deeply before tossing it back. “I don’t know. I panicked in the moment,” he said. “Nothing ever ends well for me. She’s my best friend. Everyone says don’t fall in love with your best friend, and when she told me she had feelings for me, I just wanted to run away, I–” He shook his head, fumbling for the ball and missing it, watching as it hit the wall with a loud thwack.

“Shit,” He said, inspecting the wall for damage.

“Come in the kitchen for shots,” Josh suggested. “I’ll steal your casamigos,” he grinned. “Let’s talk.”

“I don’t feel like talking,” Jake argued.

“Well, that’s what you’ve been doing, Jackass. Now get off your ass and talk to me, or I’ll become your worst nightmare.”

“You’ve been that way since we were born,” Jake grinned slightly, rolling off of his bed.

“And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, either,” Josh finished. “Come on.”

***

“Got everything you need?” Danny asked as you placed your bag on the floor board. He reached his hand over to squeeze your thigh. You nodded with a gentle smile.

“I think so,” You said, buckling your seatbelt, and offering Danny a gentle smile.

“Still feel like coming over?” He asked you. “No pressure.”

“Danny, I promise. I want to,” you assured him, reaching over and kissing him on the lips. “I want to stay with you.”

“Okay,” he said in a low murmur, grinning softly. “Okay.”

The drive to his house was quiet, but content, his right hand clasped with yours as you rested it on your thigh. You looked out at the night lights as Danny’s music played softly through the car. Danny lived on the other side of town, but much closer to downtown than you’d remembered. Since the boys moved to Nashville, you hadn’t really spent time at his house. Usually, band meetings, rehearsals and get-togethers would take place at Jake’s or Josh’s depending on who was feeling like hosting at the time. Coming here to Danny’s felt like an exciting new adventure.

“You’re quiet over there,” he said after a while, pulling you from your thoughts.

“Oh, I was just thinking,” You told him, squeezing his hand and offering him a small smile.

“Everything alright?” He asked, stealing quick glances at you.

“Yeah, It’s just–I can’t remember when I was at your house last. I don’t know if I’ve even been inside,” you said honestly.

“Well, I can guarantee you, it looks just like a house on the inside,” He winked at you. “I’ve got a couch, a fridge–ooh and even a bed, if that surprises you,” he winked, turning into his neighborhood.

“You better watch it,” You told him. “I’ll start holding it against you,” you grinned. “And you don’t want me to do that.”

“I don’t?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow. “And what exactly would my punishment entail?” Danny asked.

“I’ll spank you,” you warned him, narrowing your eyes with determination.

“You’re gonna spank me?” He asked through a chuckle, pulling into his driveway.

“Don’t tempt me, Wagner. Your height, stature and masculinity means nothing to me.”

“Be careful what you say in tight spaces, sweetheart.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, feigning innocence.

“Because you just might get more than you bargained for.”

“Is that a challenge?” You asked, reaching for the door handle.

“It’s a promise,” he said, stepping out of his car and coming around to you, swiftly reaching up underneath you, pulling you upward.

“Danny!” You practically squealed.

“Up you go!” He said playfully, letting you dangle over his shoulder. Figuring you needed to even the score, you reached back and slapped his ass as hard as you could as he marched up his driveway.

“Ow!” he yelped, stepping up to his porch.

“And eye for an eye!” You told him with a chuckle.

After the playful moment, he carefully swung you back down on your feet and reached for his keys in his pocket, unlocking the door, and opening it for you. “Come on in,” he said, letting you walk past him into the dimly lit foyer of the house. It was decorated with modern taste, with beautiful wood floors installed throughout the entire house. It was an open concept, breathing life into the space, with thoughtful decorations that were most definitely hand picked by Danny throughout the time of being in Nashville.

In the corner, you saw his golf bag, the clubs sticking out of it at different angles, like he had recently played.

“I should take you some time,” he grinned, following your gaze. “I’d love to see your form,” He said. “Think you could keep up?”

“No, I’d be absolutely awful at it,” you admitted, looking up at him. “But, you know what I would be really good at?”

“Mm, what’s that?” He asked.

“I’d be wonderful at sitting on the golf cart, giving you a big ol’ clap when you make a good shot, and then handing you a fresh beer every now and then.”

“That’s because you’re dependable, sweetheart,” He said, bending to kiss you on the top of your head. The flirtatious conversation had left you fighting a swarm of butterflies, the pet names making your heart practically swell in your chest.

“Are we gonna spend the entire evening doing this?” You asked, the corner of your mouth quirking up with playfulness.

“Doing what?” He asked, stepping into the kitchen and reaching into his refrigerator for a cold bottle of wine. You watched his arms muscles flex as he reached up into the cabinets to retrieve two wine glasses.

“Flirting with me constantly with no end in sight?” You asked, stepping toward him.

“Is it a crime to flirt with a beautiful woman?” He asked, pouring a glass of wine.

“It is when it drives me fucking crazy,” you said matter of factly, watching as he casually shook the curls from his head.

“Well in that case,” he said, setting down the full glass, pushing it back on the counter. “Let me make it worse,” he said as he took the last step forward, his hands finding their way to your hips. His face hovering just above yours, and his eyes floated over the curve of your lips, his nose resting perfectly alongside yours. “How about now?” He asked again, his voice barely above a whisper.

“I think you should kiss me, Danny Wagner,” you told him. “Now.”

“I like it when you get annoyed with me. This is new,” he grinned. Leaning in slowly, he placed his lips on yours and delivered a delicate kiss, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more of him. You pressed yourself firmly against him, feeling him reciprocate with stronger urgency, his lips folding in time with yours as you inhaled his scent, knotting your fingers into his curls and tugging. He groaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving downward to grab at your ass as he turned around with you, walking you back against the counter. You felt his hot breath expel against your skin, his slick lips beginning to wander from your mouth, down to the hollow of your neck. He took your earlobe in between his teeth and pressed down, pulling away just enough to elicit a soft hiss from you. He chuckled sexily, his curls tickling your face as he leaned into the crook of your neck, touching his lips to what he thought was the perfect spot. You felt his teeth, then felt the vacuum from him sucking on your skin, leaving a hickey for the next day. “So everyone knows that you belong to someone. To me.” It was bliss to be wrapped up with Danny, and he ensured that you’d feel like the only woman he could see. You felt the small welt pulse

“Danny, take me to bed,” you whispered as he kissed you.

“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away from you to look into your eyes.

“Let’s just lay together,” you decided to say, knowing you most definitely wanted more, but not sure if it was the right moment or not.

“Okay,” he said gently with a smile, reaching for your hand. You walked through the house as he led you to his bedroom, having completely forgotten about the wine. He would need no liquid courage tonight. He was already becoming drunk off of you.

***

“Show me your favorites,” Danny asked in bed with you cuddling him, your head resting on his chest. He’d been swiping through several of his Spotify playlists, playing snippets of several different songs, but never fully committing to playing the whole song through—you’d assume he’d tried to avoid the opportunity for awkwardness. It was amusing to you how he could be so effortlessly effervescent one moment, and then so reserved and bashful the next.

“Play me a full song that you love,” you redirected. “One that you know I won’t know,” you said, turning your head to look up at him. “I just wanna listen. Can be anything.” His fingertips paused.

“Alright,” he agreed softly, scrolling through his music before stopping at one song called ‘Mr. Forgettable,’ by David Kushner. You watched his thumb hover over the song, hesitating before swiping away.

“No wait,” you stopped him by touching his arm. “Play me that one.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said, his tone rising lightly with hesitation. You watched as he pressed play, sitting the phone on his belly and laying back. In the low light of his bedroom, you closed your eyes and listened.

I know that you're waiting for me like a dog But have some patience for the part of me that's lost There's been a hundred times When I don't recognize Any of you that love me I try to memorize and identify But it's all getting foggy My head is in the clouds right now Just pray I come around, around Hello, hello, are you lonely? I'm sorry, it's just the chemicals Hello, hello, do you know me? I'm called Mr. Forgettable Mr. Forgettable

You listened quietly as you rested on his chest, finding it just so that his heart thumped to the beat of the song. Every now and then, you’d feel a vibration against your ear as he hummed his favorite parts. It was a sad song with a cheerful beat, which you found quite ironic considering its content. Once it was over, you let the silence linger for a few moments before tilting your head to look up at him.

“Do you feel like that?” You asked him softly, your throat aching. His eyes drifted from the phone screen to your eyes, then your lips and then back up again. He swallowed once.

“Sometimes,” he answered honestly.

“You feel like you’re forgettable?” You pushed further, propping yourself up on your elbow.

“It’s okay, really,” he said with a gentle smile, though he wouldn’t look you in the eye. “I’ve felt like that most of my life,” he sighed.

“Danny…” you started, watching as his cheeks pinkened with embarrassment. “You’ll never be forgettable to me.” You placed your hand on his chest and his eyes softened as he looked down at you, his lips pulling into a flat line as his expression grew more serious. “Let me prove to you that you’re becoming everything to me,” You said, lifting your hand to his cheek, watching as his eyes lowered to your mouth. You moved closer to him, your bodies fitting together perfectly as he rolled into you, kissing you tentatively at first, as if testing your boundaries. “It’s okay,” you whispered into the space between you.

Danny moved to press himself against you, his weight adding a welcome sense of comfort as his hands moved around your body, his fingertips pressing into your skin. “More,” you huffed against his lips. “I trust you.”

“You do?” He asked, pausing for just a moment.

“I want more of you, Danny. Please.” His hands move reflexively for the hem of your shirt, and you lifted your arms over your head as he pulled it off of you, tossing it to the side. His hand snaked up your bare skin, his fingertips dipping under the cup of your bra as he kissed you. You felt his touch as he moved his hand around your body, his teeth nipping and tugging at your bottom lip as his tongue danced expertly with yours. Slowly, he released his nervous and patient apprehension, gladly appeasing your request. You reached your hand down where he had paused, pulling his hand upward to hold your breast, guiding him with your hand on top of his. His grip tightened around your breast, his thumb grazing your swelling nipple, a soft, breathy chuckle escaping from his nose as he moved over the bud again, igniting a layer of goosebumps all over your body. Softly, you moaned into his mouth, reaching your hands down to cup his clothed cock, finally realizing how well-endowed he was. You walked your fingertips upward and unzipped his pants, nimbly unfastening the button closure with two fingers, reaching just inside and immediately felt the heat emanating from him.

Slowly, you walked your fingers down his lower belly and smoothed them over his bulge. His length hardened beneath your touch, and you could feel him tense and then release. You felt his grip tighten around your breast in response as he moved to flip you so that you were on top of him. Rising from him, you moved your hair out of the way to one side and lowered yourself back down, kissing him deeply. Closing your eyes, you intentionally ground your hips against his firm cock, feeling your own muscles begin to contract and release as they silently begged for his attention.

“You’re such a tease,” he breathed through a sexy smirk, reaching up to unclasp your bra.

“I’ve said it before, Danny. I’m full of surprises,” you murmured under your breath, your tone heavy with desire. “I’m not always the innocent girl you think I am,” you told him.

“Then drag me to hell.” He let your bra slip off of your skin, falling onto his belly. He tossed it to the end of the bed before bringing his eyes up to your chest.

“Jesus,” he groaned again, and you smirked down at him, watching as his eyes widened for a moment before slipping into a lustful expression, his hands moving to squeeze them firmly in his hands, his thumbs moving instantly to rub over your nipples, biting at his bottom lip when they swelled to their full, aroused state.

“Like what you see?” You asked him, resting your hands on his sides.

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/n. How could you not know how incredibly gorgeous you are?” He asked, moving his fingertips to smooth over your bare sides and belly.

“I could say the same thing about you,” you admitted. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Danny.”

“I’ve wanted you for years,” he added. “I have to admit,” he started, but paused.

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows.

“I’ve imagined what it would be like to be with you,” he explained. You watched as his cheeks flushed.

“You have?” You asked him, beginning to grind your hips against him slowly as he spoke. You watched his expression shift slightly as you felt his cock press against your ass through his unzipped pants.

“So many times,” he admitted quietly, reaching his hands to your hips. He pulled you down further against himself, lifting his hips to grind against your ass.

“You’ve definitely been on my mind too,” you told him.

“Oh?” He asked.

“Mmhmm. Usually late at night when I can’t sleep,” you continued. “My thoughts wander…”

“And what do they come up with?” He asked, whispering his fingertips over your belly, making you shiver from his ghosting touch.

“Usually they’re thoughts of you,” you explained. “Naked.”

“And what exactly am I doing in these thoughts?” He asked, the corner of his mouth tilting with interest.

“You’re with me,” you answered, echoing his touch, walking your fingertips up his belly, taking note of the dark wisps of hair that adorned his chest. Not too much, not too little, just right. He was masculine, but sensitive and understanding, and that duality had the power to drive you absolutely insane.

“Why’s it so hard for you to say, Y/n?” Danny asked, bringing his hand down to meet yours, interlacing your fingers together. “What were we doing?” His confidence, though so understated and reserved before now settled into a presence that was simultaneously charming and incredibly sexy.

“We were—you know,” you responded sheepishly, looking up into his eyes.

“Fucking?” He asked quietly, his brown dilating with interest. You nodded yes, but the images in your mind were racing: you bouncing on his cock, your hair falling loose and wild over your breasts, your mouth dropped open in ecstasy as he railed into you. “You’re imagining it right now, aren’t you?” He asked, his lips drawing upward in a crooked line.

You didn’t answer him. The heat in your face and averted gaze told him everything you needed to know. He chuckled softly, “look at me,” he commanded, and you did, turning your gaze downward. “I would be lying if I said I haven’t imagined the same thing,” he admitted.

The space between you and him was thick with need and anticipation. “Danny…” you said after a moment. “Are we moving too fast?” You asked him.

“Do you think we are?” He turned the question around. “Listen,” he said gently. “ I’ve waited for you for over two years. I can wait as long as you need.” You smiled down at him, biting your bottom lip as you took notice of how sexy it felt to have a man so considerate and understanding as your own. Slowly, you moved off of his lap, laying down and cuddling against him, lying in the crook of his arm.

“I really, really like you Danny.

“And I really, really, really like you, Y/n,” he responded with a smirk, looking down at you as you tilted to look up at him.

You echoed his expression. “Kiss me,” you told him. With his free hand, he tilted your head upward by your chin and leaned slightly to place his supple lips on your own. He was so gentle and tender, taking his time as he kissed you. “Let’s slow things down a bit,” he said, smiling against your lips. “Hm?”

“Mmhmm,” you breathed against his kiss, lifting your hand to rest on his cheek, your fingertips dancing upon the curls that dance upon the curve of his ear. His tongue looped around yours, hot puffs of breath exchanging between your mouths. You kicked at the sheets and covers bunched around your legs, and wrapped one around Danny as you lay with him. In his arms, you felt infinitely beautiful, and more importantly, you felt important and valuable.

***

“Thank you,” you said after a long while.

“For what?” He chuckled softly.

“Just for being you. For being just…incredible,” you told him, feeling your pulse thumping through your chest. “For being my person.”

“You’re my person,” he said, taking your hand in his, kissing it. “And I have a question for you,” he continued.

“What is it?”

You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down for a moment before he finally spoke. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, squeezing your hand softly.

You paused for a moment, a bright smirk growing on your face. “Do you think you can handle me full-time?” You asked him expectantly.

“Honey, I crave it,” he told you. “All of you. Every day. The silly things, the important things…the happiest things and the saddest ones too. So yes, I think I can handle you. Should I ask you the same question?”

“Danny, you’re probably the lowest-maintenance man I’ve ever dated,” you explained with a soft grin. “You’re just so– easy.” you landed on the word, and it felt right because it was true. “I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about what you’re thinking or feeling. So yes, Danny. I think I can definitely handle you. I want you–full time,” you smirked.

***

You’d both let the evening settle, resting on Danny’s chest until, when it became too hot, you’d turned in the other direction, fluffing Danny’s pillows and settling yourself back to sleep. You’d been restless, tossing and turning in bed. It wasn’t Danny’s fault; ever since you were young, you were plagued with being a hot sleeper, ending up kicking off the tangle of sheets and covers toward the end of the bed. Once you’d fallen asleep, images of Danny filled your mind, just like they had before, of him touching you and making love to you after you’d given your body to him completely. In your drowsiness, you’d grown increasingly annoyed with the layer of sweat that had begun to stick to your body, pasting the bottom sheet to your underside. As you rolled around, you uttered sleepy ‘sorries’ to Danny, who moved sleepily to touch you and kiss you before turning over again. You drifted between dreams for the next few hours until you’d roused yourself fully awake again, unable to coax yourself back to sleep. Rubbing at your burning eyes, you rolled out of bed as quietly as possible, trying your best to not bother Danny asleep beside you. He lay fast asleep as you watched him for a moment, tiptoeing around the bed as you moved toward the door.

The house was dark, save for a small lamp in the living room and the recessed LEDs underneath the cabinets in the kitchen. Opening the cabinets, you searched for the glasses, finding one and stepping toward the fridge, using the water dispenser to fill up the cup. You moved to ice next, hoping that it wouldn’t create much noise, but you were so wrong. Several pieces of ice tumbled out, hitting the sides of your glass and knocking out of the freezer tumbling to the floor.

“Shit,” you said to yourself, bending to pick up the ice cubes, kicking the few strays that you couldn’t reach under the freezer, smiling to yourself while imagining Danny’s grin if you had confessed that you were one of those people.

“Couldn’t sleep?”

You jolted, almost dropping your glass of water when you heard his voice. Turning around, you saw Danny stepping into the kitchen, his eyes heavy-lidded, dressed in nothing but thin, black boxers. God-fucking-damn, you thought to yourself, feeling your core activate with need. You squeezed your thighs closer together, clearing your throat.

“Oh,” you began. “Yeah, sorry. I got really hot and couldn’t sleep.” Danny stepped closer to you, his bare chest and shoulders illuminated in the low light as he stopped to lean against the counter beside you, crossing his arms across his chest.

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “Truth be told, I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“You’re such a liar,” you said with a grin. “You were gone when I got up. Didn’t even move.”

“That’s because I was pretending,” he grinned.

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking at him skeptically.

“I was thinking about you,” he admitted.

You could have cursed him for having such a sultry gaze in the moment, coming up with something smart or clever to say in response, but this time he had entranced you, moving you to silence. He watched you for a long moment as you swallowed and set down your glass of water.

“You okay?” He asked you.

“I’m fine,” you answered him, deciding in the moment that you wanted him in every meaning of the word. You stepped closer to him. “Danny.”

“Y/n.” He answered, his hands uncrossing to fall at your sides, caressing your hips as you stepped into his space. “I think,” you began, mustering the courage and honesty to finally say “I want you to take me to bed–and I don’t mean to sleep.”

He paused for a moment, raising his eyebrows, nodding slowly. “Are you sure?” he asked.

“I’m sure,” you answered, reaching down for his hands. “Please. I want to know every part of you,” you alluded. “Take me to bed, Danny.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said quietly, leaning forward to place one delicate, but tender kiss on your lips. Squatting slightly, his hands moved behind you, reaching behind your knees to hike you up easily, carrying you silently through the house and into his bedroom. With your arms around him, you felt safe and secure. The moment filled you with excitement and nervousness too, and you no longer felt the insecurities from earlier in the evening. As he moved with you through the threshold of the bedroom, Danny skillfully swung the door shut with his foot and stepped toward the end of the bed where the covers lay unkempt and tangled. Holding you securely with one hand, he pulled the sheets and comforter off of the bed, letting it fall to the floor. Gently, he leaned forward and laid you on your back, staying close for a moment. “If at any time,” he murmured gently, “you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop, you tell me, okay?” You watched as his gaze swept between your eyes, waiting for you to respond. “It’s just us, together. I want it to be perfect,” he explained, bringing his thumb upward to caress your cheek.

“Me too,” you nodded. “Danny please,” you continued. You appreciated how sweet he was, but the heat and stimulation in between your thighs was starting to become unbearable.

“Don’t worry,” he said with a flirtatious wink before lowering off of you, reaching underneath your oversized sleep shirt to pull at the waistband of your panties, rolling them down off of you. You watched as his head lowered, and his dark curls swept over your lower belly, tickling your skin. Gently, he placed a soft, velvety kiss on the lines from the waistband that had dug impressions into your skin. Glancing up at you through dark lashes with an eager grin, he rolled your underwear down further, exposing your last vestige of privacy–and yet, beneath his heavy gaze, you felt inexplicably radiant. He looked at you like exquisite, cherished art–like something to behold and to protect–or like how a well-learned sculptor gazes at a monolithe of marble, his mind chipping away the extra pieces to reveal the masterpiece beneath it all.

“I’ll never get tired of that,” you smiled down at him.

“Of what?” He asked.

“The way you look at me.”

He smiled gently, the apples of his cheeks rising. His arms moved to hook around your legs as he repositioned you, spreading them slightly so he could place more soft kisses on your tender, warm skin.

“Danny,” you half-whined, feeling restless as he continued to litter your skin with tender kisses.

“I will,” he answered, predicting your thoughts. “It may be three A.M., but I’m perfectly fine with taking my time with you.” With that, he shut you up and you laid back tossing your hair around you as you watched him take charge below.

“Just relax,” he told you, adjusting himself between your legs one last time before unhooking one of his hands from around you to part your folds. You should have been embarrassed by the mess you’d already made. You should have fought to keep your legs closed so that he didn’t see how wet you were, but you didn’t. You lifted your head slightly to watch him, his eyes brightening with lust as he saw your open pussy for the first time. “Oh my God,” he murmured almost inaudibly, sliding his thumb into your slick, applying soft pressure to your skin as he touched you for the first time. You felt yourself humming softly, perhaps to break the slight awkwardness you felt, but you stopped as soon as he moved to your clit, pressing the meat of his thumb over the rise, puffing a soft chuckle through his nose in response to your body’s reaction. His fingers had to have been dripping from how turned on he’d made you, yet he made no mention of it. He was silent and focused as his fingers rubbed into you.

“Still good?” He asked you quietly, and you nodded down at him.

“More,” you huffed through a whisper, and you watched with great anticipation as he answered your request by ducking his head down, introducing the wet warmth of his tongue as he tasted you for the first time. You felt the gentle puffs of his breath against your thighs, adding to the heat against your skin. And there he was, all over you at once, his tongue lapping at your folds with learner’s curiosity as he traveled the expanse of your pussy, the flat of his tongue dragging along your most sensitive areas just once before moving elsewhere. “Fuck,” you murmured softly, bringing your hands to your breasts, squeezing them through the thin cotton of your tshirt. In response, Danny pressed his face firmly against you, the curvature of his nose pressing into your skin, igniting even more pleasure. Moments later, he began to shake his head back and forth, creating a feeling of undulation against your swollen clit. “Fuck me–oh my god, Danny,” you groaned, reaching down to take a fistful of his hair, pulling him against you and then away when you became overstimulated. Coming up for air with a heavy gasp, you caught a glimpse of his face in the low light of the room, pinkened with exertion and friction. “Come here,” you commanded breathlessly.

He rose from in between your legs and laid down on top of you, dropping one of his hands back down to your pussy as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips and tongue laced with your own taste. The kiss was fiery and passionate, his lips pressing and pulling at your own as you moaned in response to the movement of his fingers. His face was slick, both with your slick and his perspiration. You could feel his hardness against your belly, your core thumping with anticipation for what was to come.

“Let’s get this thing off of you,” he grinned, pulling away to tug at the hem of your shirt, lifting his body long enough to slip it off over your head and toss it in the room. He returned to your naked body, his hands smoothing over your breasts and erect nipples. As if he couldn’t resist, he lowered his head, lolling his tongue in loose, wet circles around each swollen bud, suckling and pulling on them. You lifted your hands to his bare shoulders, running your fingertips over the expanse of his back. His skin was so soft, yet his muscles so incredibly strong.

“Please,” you groaned louder, lifting his face with your hands. “Danny please,” you looked into his deep, chocolate eyes.

“Please what?” He had the nerve to tease, his breath wisping against your face. “Please what, Y/n?” He asked, his tone looping sugar-sweet into your ears.

“Please–fuck me,” you finally begged, telling him the words he wanted to hear. “I need you inside of me, now. I need you–” he placed his pointer finger against your lips.

“You won’t ever have to beg me to fuck you,” he murmured, pulling stray pieces of hair from your face and setting them to the side. In the darkness of the room, his features were cast in a natural blue hue, the sharp lines of his face exaggerated in the contrasting, dark shadows of the evening. He began to move, placing more kisses on each breast, down your sternum and belly before moving off of you. “Do you want to take these off?” Danny asked quietly, standing from the bed. As you sat up, you saw how obvious his erection had become through the crotch of his boxers.

“Do I turn you on, Danny?” You asked him, looking up from below. He didn’t respond, only gazed down at you with an intensity that needed no further explanation. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, you rolled them down slowly, taking notice of his prominent happy trail, which led lower and lower as you revealed more of him. Exhilaration rippled over your body as his skin grew paler, another sign of private vanity that you were becoming introduced to. Slowly, you pulled his boxers down, revealing inch by inch his length, springing free. You let his underwear drop to the ground and let him step out of them, kicking them to the side. Taking his cock in your hand, you felt his incredible warmth as you began to stroke it slowly. He heaved a relieved sigh, blood rushing downward as he swelled to full erectness.

“I’ve imagined this for so long,” he murmured. “But this is so much better,” he chuckled softly. You grinned up at him and began to move faster, stroking up and down along the length of his cock, enjoying when he tilted his hips forward in response, silently asking for more. He didn’t indulge, though. “Let me take care of you,” he said quietly, taking his cock in his own hand, backing away from you. “Lay down, sweetheart.”

You moved toward the end of the bed, resuming a similar position as before, and waited for him to take over. You felt the mattress depress gently as he crawled onto the bed, his hands lifting to spread your legs once more. Reaching up over your head, he grabbed a pillow. “Lift up,” he said gently, and when you did, he slid a pillow under your head.

“You’re literally perfect,” you chuckled. He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead.

“Far from it,” he admitted. “But I wanted this to be,” he finished. Somehow he always knew what to say that would send you further into arousal. He parted your legs again and walked on his knees as he positioned himself just in front of your heat. You looped one of your legs around him as he stroked himself firm once more before guiding his hips forward, pressing his pink tip against your pussy with his tumblr, sliding his length against your clit by rocking his hips slowly back and forth. His hardness felt incredible, stimulating your body to respond by lurching your hips upward in an effort to take more pleasure from him. He did this for a few more passes before pausing to collect your wetness on the tip of his cock. “Are you ready?” he asked in a quiet, sultry tone.

You nodded quickly, widening your legs. “Yes, Danny please.” Placing his right hand on the mattress at your side to ground himself, he used his dominant hand to guide himself into your entrance, pressing his hips forward to penetrate you for the first time. You gasped quietly, biting down on your bottom lip as your brows furrowed from the slight discomfort of adjusting to his girth. “Fuck,” he uttered, shaking the messy curls out of his face, pressing himself deeper inside of you. You squeezed your core muscles on him, beginning to enjoy the feeling of him filling you up and stretching you further.

“Come here,” you murmured, reaching for his arms to pull him down. His face had slackened, his features working through a variety of sensations. He moved lower, snaking his arms underneath you as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, rocking his hips back and forth as he slid deeper inside. His breath was heavy, expelling into your open mouth as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillow. Your hands reached for his shoulders, squeezing them before smoothing down his back. You pressed your fingertips into his skin, mimicking the rhythm he’d assumed before. Though the sensations felt wonderful, you needed him to go faster. “Faster,” you whispered. He looked down at you unblinking as he repositioned himself for a moment before quickening his pace, your breasts bouncing freely as your body popped off of his thighs. After a moment, he walked himself off of you and sat up, taking hold of your hips. With this angle, he’d have the leverage to give you exactly what you had asked for. Using your weight, he pulled your hips forward and popped himself forward, jutting his cock deep inside of you, causing a breathless moan to escape from your lips, your eyes rolling back involuntarily as your body ignited inside and out. “Oh my God,” you groaned deeply, taking hold of your breasts and squeezing them while he continued to buck himself into you, listening to the rhythmic clap of your thighs making contact over and over.

“Better than I could have ever,” he breathed, reaching up to wipe at his sweaty face, “ever imagined.” His smile was infectious, his gaze fully attentive and loving. You reached up to touch his face, your thumb caressing his cheek in the darkness. He tilted his head to kiss your palm, walking his hand down in between your thighs, fingering your clit. “Oh–shit!” you practically shouted, arching your back off of the bed, squeezing as tightly as you could on his cock. “Danny!”

His slammed himself into you in response to your moans, hot beads of sweat rolling down his face, nose and down his chest. “You’re perfect, Y/n,” he mewled, reaching forward to squeeze your breast. “Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect fucking pussy,” he grunted, tweaking and pulling on your nipple as he slowed his thrust momentarily, backing himself almost all the way out of you before letting his weight send him back forward again, filling you up completely. “I feel you all around me, baby,” he said in a low, lustful tone. You responded by tensing around him once more, getting closer and closer to climax with each successive thrust.

“Danny, I’m getting close–” you told him, your voice rising higher and higher, heavy with exertion.

“I know you are, sweetheart,” he responded. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. He pulled you upward and wrapped his arms around you so that you were now in his lap with your legs wrapped around him. “I want you to bounce,” he explained. “And I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” he whispered into the curve of your ear. “Don’t be afraid to lose control. I’m here with you. We’re together, just like we should be.” His skin stuck to yours as you began to move. In any other circumstance you would have been miserable being this hot, but in this case, you welcomed it, wanting to be covered in Danny in any and every way imaginable. You wanted to be his in word and in action. As you worked on his cock, his hands moved to your ass, kneading and spreading it as he pulled you flush against his cock, his entire length buried deep inside of you. Disembodied moans and grunts escaped from your throat as your muscles trembled around him. You threw your hands around him, your fingertips combing through his dark ringlets, tugging at them, while your other hand moved along the expanse of his back, your fingers digging carelessly into his perfect skin.

He hissed in reaction, tilting his head downward to see if he could find the hickey he had left earlier in the evening. When he couldn’t find it in the darkness, he decided he didn’t care to leave only one. He sucked harshly into your skin, his teeth nipping and pulling as he fucked himself up into you, the room thickening with the entrancing odor of sex.

“Ah!” you yelped loudly, throwing your head upward. He took the narrow, well-timed moment to strike his cock into you as deep as he could. Before you could control yourself, a blast of white light fielded your vision, pulling you upright in a rigid stasis, your floor muscles tightening around him as firmly as you could. Your body quivered intensely as you seized for several silent, agonizing seconds. His arms pulled around you as he left himself anchored inside of you, his hips swinging slowly back and forth. His length pushed against the furthest boundary between ecstasy and agony, sending your hips whipping forward unconsciously. He was rock-hard inside of you, though you could hear him breathing erratically against you.

“Let go, Y/n. Let go completely,” he urged you, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss you. “I’m not afraid of messes,” he said casually. “We’ll handle it later in the shower,” he said, pressing his lips to yours. “So, let go.” You closed your eyes and relaxed, letting him slowly begin to fuck into you again. This time, he strokes were excruciatingly slow, unsheathing himself almost completely before sending himself forward. “Do it again. Cum with me,” he spoke after a few moments, his voice shifting into one of more urgency. “Let’s cum together.”

You nodded quickly. “Fuck me hard, Danny. Please.” Your whimpers filled the quiet room, and he obeyed immediately, lifting you up by your hips and slamming you back down on his cock as he used what little leverage he had to pop himself up into you.

“Squeeze,” he ordered, firmly slapping your ass. You moaned from the sharp pain, but sank further into ecstasy as you followed his command, tightening your core muscles around his length and resisted from letting go.

“Fuck!” he groaned. “That’s fucking perfect,” he grunted. “I’m so close,” he told you. You nodded and moved with him. But decided to change positions slightly, pushing on his chest.

“Lay back,” you told him, and he did, letting go of you. He laid back against the bed, and rested with his hands behind his head. Holding on to his sides, you moved to rest on your knees, undulating your hips against his, swiveling them and dragging yourself up and down against his length.

“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned, watching you as you worked on him, feeling the all-too-familiar sensation swelling in your core. You would have grinned down at him, but your body reserved all resources to focus on the frenzy that claimed your body.

“Danny,” you moaned his name, pressing down on his belly as you ground your hips against him.

“I know, baby,” he spoke. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. You lay on top of him, prepared to continue your movement, but he gave one last direction. “Squat on my cock, and lay your head on my shoulder.”

“I’m not that flexible,” you told him in the moment.

“Just trust me,” he said, moving his hands to your sides, bending your legs. You moved to appease his request, situating yourself into a squat, and then laid your upper body back down, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew that your thighs would burn as a consequence, but he felt so good that it was all worth it. Before you could question further, Danny used the spring of the mattress and his strong hands on your hips to drive his cock into you as quickly as possible, gaining more depth with the open space between himself and your opening. “Take it,” he grunted. “Take all of it.” His voice was clipped, heavy with exhaustion, and you knew he was close. Your inner thighs quivered from the proximity of the incoming orgasm.

Your jaw fell slack, opening as you began to let yourself finally lose control again. Danny’s face was streaked with perspiration as he began to lapse in momentum. “I’m close–” he blurted after a few moments. “I’m gonna cum,” he said again, increasing his pace. You squeezed and squeezed harder, unsure if you were going to be able to reach orgasm again. In the last moment of insecurity, your body got you there, sending heat exploding through your body. “I’m gonna–” he repeated again and again like a vigil before finally, himself, letting go, moaning loudly and hissing through his teeth as the same agonizing pleasure ripped through his own body. You lowered yourself to him as your core exploded, and pressed your body to his, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he pumped his hot seed into you, his hot breath looping around your ears and down your neck as you tensed around him for the last few times.

You lay there with him, your chests heaving simultaneously. He kissed you deeply, his tongue folding softly with yours as he held you, still mounted inside of you. After a moment, you lifted your head to look at him, and he did the same. You couldn’t help the grin that grew at the corners of your lips. A belly laugh escaped your mouth as you laid back down beside him.

“What?” He asked with a smirk, rolling on his side.

“That was fucking incredible,” you admitted. “I never realized that when people talked about witching hour, they meant this…” you grinned, plopping against the pillows.

“Witching hour doesn’t exist. Those moans everyone talks about? Those aren’t witches. They’re people fucking,” Danny grinned, his white teeth glowing in the darkness.

“Agh, shut up!” You laughed, reaching for a pillow and slamming it into him.

“I’m just telling the truth!” he teased, stealing the pillow.

Stepping off of the bed, he reached his hand downward silently toward you. You looked at it then back up at him.

“What?” You asked.

“Let me take care of you. Properly,” he said, wiggling his fingers. “You deserve to go to bed squeaky clean and comfy.”

You smiled, reaching to take his hand, except you pulled him back down to bed. “No,” you answered decisively. “I don’t want to wash you off,” you admitted, looking him in the eye. “I want to feel like this, to smell like you, to be full of you,” you told him. “So come to bed.”

You watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple rising and falling before he finally answered. “Gladly.”

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hyperfantasies · 1 month ago

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What We Weren't Asking For (Teaser)

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog

Characters: Shadow the hedgehog, Danny (Original human sonic character)

WC: 938

Summary: Bound by the chaos energy that surges through them, Shadow must comfort his 'little sister'.

A/n : Hiya, I'm Hyper or Akudo, I have an ao3 under the same name but I decided to post the fic here as well. I finally have chapter 1 in the editing stage (2k+ words). Don't worry this fic isn't going to be oc-centric, there will be a lot of Sonadow in it and some side ships. Enjoy !

The low reverberation of the large storage room was not from some experiment, or alarm or attack of some kind, but a girl, young; frightened by her own self.

Danny. She sobbed on the floor of the room, in the farthest corner from the large metal door, knees to her chest, fists clenched.

A wreckage of broken chairs, glass, and smashed science equipment surrounded her figure. Jagged craters in the reinforced walls and floors where she had punched. The weight of her own power pressed down harder than the stone and steel she'd shattered.

The pain in her chest surpassed that of being thrown into a wall. It was crushing her, much like she crushed some of the chairs around the room.

"Why," she asked, her voice weak and a tad raspy.

No control. you need control. your powers are dangerous. you're dangerous. you're a monster.

A pair of mechanical shoes stepped out of the elevator. Shadow looked at the tracker that flickered faintly on the small holographic panel from his inhibitor rings and walked towards the room a few doors down the corridor. She had run down here immediately they had returned from the mission.

A low growl escaped the black hedgehog's lips. It was not directed at her. No- never– but at how much she was like him. How much she reminded him of himself and of... someone else. The kindness Danny showed to him and to others, she didn't extend it to herself.

Shadows footsteps stopped at the steel door frame, arms crossed, eyes narrowed with a glint of seriousness. He saw her. Her back to his face.

"Danny !" He called, colder, harsher than he intended. She flinched but didn't answer, she only sniffed followed by a hiss at the power coursing through her veins.

Shadows eyes moved around the chaotic display around the room. The destruction, the anger, and something else. Guilt, sadness, exhaustion, Pain. He has felt this way before but he had had help then. He was stubborn, but he accepted it in the end.

When he couldn't forgive himself, someone forgave him. A certain blue hedgehog made sure that message was drilled into Shadow's mind. Shadow was determined to extend that forgiveness to Danny.

"Danny", He called again, softer this time, taking small steps into the room simultaneously closing the distance between them. When he got behind her, he reached out and placed his hand on her shoulder. Danny flinched and turned around swiftly.

A blazing, burdened brown gaze met the concerned yet firm red eyes. They locked, they spoke and red eyes reasoned with brown. Danny's eyes softened and tears returned.

"I'm sorry Shadow", She covered her face with her hands. She removed her hands and stared at them. "I lost control". Her voice cracked. Shadow just stood, listening, arms to his sides as he looked down at her. Danny's hands shook—

"I'm a monster"

Something in those words pinched Shadow's skin. It wasn't his thing to comfort people but... For her. He tried. "You're not a monster," he lifted at a hand slightly to place on her shoulder to ground her with comfort but– No! Too far.

Danny's weary eyes now filled with anger met his red eyes. She blinked at him in disbelief.

"Oh, come on !," she dragged the last word, sarcasm drenching her tongue. "I destroyed those buildings Shadow. I caused a freaking earthquake !" she raised her voice finally before shrinking again. "People got hurt, some almost got killed because of me." The guilt had enveloped her. She lowered her head and turned away from Shadow, her back facing him once again.

Danny eyes trailed around the room without purpose. She gulped as she rubbed her eyes with the back of her hands. "I should be put in stasis... Before I really do hurt someone." Those words slapped Shadow across the face.

What did she say?

Shadow thoughts were immediately swarmed with the scenario playing in his mind. Danny being pushed into a cryochamber to be put into stasis because she was 'dangerous'. His ear flickered, the frown on his face became a scowl. He growled lowly. Shadow placed firm hands on her shoulders and spun Danny around to face him again.

"Don't even for a DAMN second think that !" He growled. His eyes glared something fierce at Danny. The girl couldn't contain her shock. Her eyes were wide staring at Shadow, watching as he scolded her. His hands on her shoulders holding tights like she might vanish if he let go.

"We've been working on this Danny," His voice began to soften. "You're getting better"

Danny's eyes fixed on Shadow's face, her lips slightly parted as he shook her by her shoulders a bit.

"Stop pretending your efforts mean nothing," he demanded, his voice firm and sharp, beneath that was a plea. He released the tight grip. Shadow sighed.

"Trying your best is... enough." He uttered with a softer gaze now.

"Things won't always be fine," Danny's gaze lowered, a glint of self doubt in her brown eyes but he wasn't done , "But no matter how far things spiral, you can always center yourself again."

She looked up at Shadow with starry eyes, a glint of hope appearing, washing over her demeanor. Shadow's hands fell to his side then he offered one hand to Danny.

"What was the first thing I taught you ?"

Danny thought for a second, her face making different expressions as she recalled their training sessions in the past months. Then it came to her, like a light switch had been flicked. She took his hand with a small smile forming.

"Chaos control."

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year ago

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1000 Follower Celebration!

I'm blown away, honestly. The last time I had any notoriety in a fandom was back in, like 2007 or 2008 when I was on the Dibbuns Against Bedtime fan forums for Redwall. I was made the head of my dorm as the site started dying because I was the most active member in said dorm.

But you all? You're here because you like something I'm making? It's so wild to me. I appreciate every single one of you. Every like, every reblog, every comment. They warm me up.

I've been thinking over the last few days what I want to do. The obvious answers—prompt fills, polls to determine what I write, story snippets—I do all that with too much regularity. And I'm trying to avoid taking on more fics as I focus on the ones I've already got going.

So we're gonna do something a bit different this week.

Over the next week (From Wed 2/21 to Wed 2/28) send me the title of one of my WIPs (listed below) and I will respond with a few paragraphs. Not my usual 1.2-1.6k that I like to do for WIP Wednesday, but a few paragraphs. At the end of the week, I'll compile them all and post everything in a single post.

I won't be adding all the links like I usually do with each addition to a story until I post that final draft, but I'll tag everything with "[story name] 1000" so you can click that and follow along with the fic in some sort of order.

There are six WIPs eligible for the game! Please limit yourself to one fic per ask, but you may send in multiple asks. I will request that, for now, you limit yourself to one request per fic (aka a max of 6 requests per person). If I find that I'm able to keep up, I may waive that request in the upcoming days. But it will depend on how busy my inbox (and life) get.

Bring Me Home

Ghost!Robin

Answer My Call

I'll Carry Your Heart (Until I Find You Again)

Want to Hold On and Feel I Belong/Bad Reveal AU

Empathy!Verse

I totally forgot about the Empathy!Verse when I did my last ask game. Mostly because that has been entirely written on Tumblr and I...kinda forgot to transfer it to a Scrivener document. Ooops. 😅

Something to Feel isn't on this list because I want to dedicate my time to it today. I'm close to the end, I think, and already have one ask in my inbox about it that I totally meant to get to before now (if it's your ask, I promise I haven't forgotten you!).

Brief Story Summaries

Bring Me Home: Tim and Danny are online friends and know each other's secrets. Currently in the arc where the Young Justice and Team Phantom help Danny escape after a reveal gone wrong.

Ghost!Robin: Jason is haunted by the ghost of the Robin he used to be. Danny finds out when Jazz introduces him to Jason over a meet-the-in-laws dinner. Currently, Jason and Robin are meeting with Frostbite to learn what may have happened.

Answer My Call: Jazz is sending texts to Danny after he escaped a GIW facility and they can't talk. But it turns out Jason is the one who's actually been getting them.

Carry Your Heart: Jason and Danny meet in the Ghost Zone while Jason is dead. They become friends. But Jason runs to Desiree to wish for his life back. A wish she fulfills. Danny goes to visit him, only to find his core left behind in a lair that's in ruin.

Bad Reveal AU: Danny is living with the Waynes when he finds out they're also the Bats. He freaks out because he believes the bats are working with the government (aka the GIW). So he shoots Bruce and runs away. The bats are now trying to convince him it's safe to come home.

Empathy!Verse: Liminal!Jazz is studying in Gotham and feeling the lack of other liminals to interact with. After getting used to the undercurrent of emotion that follows all interactions with ghosts/liminals, humans just feel...flat. Then one day, she literally runs into another liminal as she's going to the library. Jason Todd. Only... he doesn't know what it means to be liminal. So Jazz is there to show him.

#1000 follower celebration #ask game #name a wip #send an ask #and I'll write you a little something #hope you all have fun with this!

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thelunarbar · 1 year ago

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How romantic sex on a school bus. Well ig just making out but my point still stands. And Ik it’s a dream but she’s all like ooh ok and I’m just like girl no. Make him take you to a bed at least.

I love watching the way stiles opinion of Derek changes over time esp given that Derek doesn’t make a great first impression(not that stiles really did either but Derek’s was worse)

“Ate it?”

“Raw?”

“No you stopped to bake in a little werewolf oven.”

Scott’s hair is sooooooooo bad 😭

Also forgot how much I hate this teacher(biology or math maybe? Idk) he’s annoying

This may very well be the only time stiles tells Scott not to cancel a date.

Danny deserves more love

Lydia’s thing of acting dumb is really annoying like if he doesn’t want you unless you’re stupid you’re better off without him girl

Stiles reaction to Scott asking Allison about their hanging out with Jackson and Lydia

Jackson is such an asshole but Ik I end up liking him more later on

Of all things to lie about; your bowling skills???

Gotta love stiles needing to know if he’s attractive to gay guys(the answer is yes. Just ask Derek 😜)

Ngl I’ve never been sure how I feel abt deaton bc he’s like kinda helpful sometimes but also super weird more often than not

I fucking adore Melissa McCall

Dude I tried for literal months(tho without rewatching bc I didn’t wanna do that at the time) to figure out where the pic of Derek standing behind broken glass came from and it’s from ep three when the police officer and then Scott show up the hale house

I feel like rains too much for this show being set in California

Derek is so nonchalant about Scott’s freak out I love it

“Why is this starting to feel like you’re Batman and I’m Robin? I don’t wanna be Robin all the time.”

“Nobody’s Batman and Robin any of the time.”

“Not even some of the time?” I love this lil convo and esp this last line bc stiles sounds so sad abt it

Seriously why is the lighting so damn dark all the time even when I have the brightness on my screen turned all the way up and to my recollection it only gets worse

Scott and his fucking one track mind

Yikes Allison’s closet is so bad all like boho chic and sequiny

Again a parent walking in without knocking

I mean at least he acknowledged he forgot to knock but like teenage girl who could’ve been like changing or smth jeez

Love that he’s clearly getting ready to go out and they decide to sneak out before he leaves

Man I wanna go bowling I haven’t bowled in so long (related even if it doesn’t seem like it, Jackson Lydia Allison and Scott go bowling)

Jackson’s laugh is so obviously fake and it’s so obnoxious 🤮

I can appreciate that being werewolf didn’t make him good at everything(just most things)

I love love love Derek’s car

Why does Chris argent wash Derek’s windshield for him??? Oh yes very intimidating good job Chris

I can’t wait for argent to grow a beard he looks so much better with it

Breaking the window on Derek’s car was so unnecessary and rude

Ofc now Scott is great at bowling

Lydia using Scott to make Jackson jealous is so annoying

Ah innuendo

“How do you cheat at bowling?”

“I don’t know, but you did.” But for real Jackson how does someone cheat at bowling

And Derek’s being a creep again cmon man no wonder people don’t like you when this is the impression you always give

Call a code? You have to specify which one Melissa. I’m not even a nurse and I know that

Yay another cringey make out scene

“Do either of you even play baseball?”

I love that they’re both super honest and just say no when she asks if they care there’s a police enforced curfew

Scott’s angry voice is not great

Derek’s echoy voice thing wtf is that?

Love that Scott’s first thought is to try to get Derek arrested, again, for smth he didn’t do

Ooh jump the whole staircase he’s so cool guys you don’t even know

Ooh he’s losing the jacket things are getting serious

The noise while he shifted was gross and not necessary

Also I’m pretty sure they change his shifted makeup look later on bc he doesn’t look how I remember

Love the choice of Destroya by MCR for this totally pointless fight between Scott and Derek tho

I mean I say fight but it’s more like Derek beating the snot out of Scott

and now we have the rational conversation after punching each other

Oh now you give him answers after you beat the crap out of him

How come we never really discuss the fact that Scott is part of Peter’s pack? At least until he becomes an alpha himself

#teen wolf #anti Scott mccall #stiles stilinski #derek hale #Teen wolf rewatch #Ep three of season one

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slashthrashandcrash · 1 year ago

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Do... do you think Legion ever tried to do some version of a shovel talk to Meg? Like, not in a "break his heart and we break you" way, but in a "if Ghostface is going to date a survivor, he's going to date the Best Survivor, SO GET READY FOR SURVIVAL TRAINING: LEGION EDITION!!!!" way

The advice could be genuinely helpful, absolutely terrible, or somewhere in between. Not sure which is funniest. The training is mostly just the four of them taking turns chasing Meg around, while the three not running are yelling tips at Meg: ranging from survival tips to random facts they know about Ghostface.

What do you think?

GOD BLOB AND I HAVE LITERALLY TALKED ABOUT LEGION BEING SO NOSY IN GHOSTFACE/MEG'S RELATIONSHIP

I very much love the idea of them trying to be like "So, you wanna date our not-dad, huh?" when Ghostface first shows interest in her, to which Meg responds "No, actually. I very vehemently and explicitly do not want to date this freak of a man. I never want to be within 300 yards of him again for the rest of my life." But much like Danny, they're not taking her no for an answer, clearly she thinks she's too good for him then and this will not stand.

It's a no-win situation for her anyways. If she tells them she doesn't like him, they think she's being stuck up and how could you not like someone as cool and epic as Ghostface, you should be honored!! If she starts reciprocating for Danny, they tell her she's not good enough and to stay in her lane with the other Survivors. When Legion is alone with Danny, they call him a cringeass old man. Buncha sourpatch kids, honestly. Nosy as all hell because they don't like the idea of having to share Danny's attention (even when most of it is negative attention because they're lil shits) with someone else.

BUT...I think Legion coming around and trying to help out Meg in their own kinda useless, kinda dumb way would be a "sweet" bonding moment between them all. They sort of become a middle man between Danny and Meg since they're so insistent of inserting themselves in their relationship -- They tell Danny about the things Meg says she likes so he can cater to those, and they tell Meg about the things that can make him rant for hours if she ever needs a quick distraction for when she's not in the mood to deal with his antics.

I also think it would be really funny if Legion is much more well behaved and mannered with Meg compared to Danny, not necessarily because they respect her, but because it's hilarious watching him get pissed about it. Ghostface tells them not to do something and they'll look him dead in the eyes while doing it anyways. Meg tells them not to do the same thing 5 minutes later and they're like "yes ma'am, sorry ma'am [puts thing back how they found it]". They're getting along with your girlfriend man, you gotta pick your battles and also understand you're going to lose every single one when pitted against teenagers.

Bonus: Legion only found out they were "dating" because they caught Danny sneaking off between trials to go to the survivor camp and assumed he was cheating the system or something to be the Entity's golden boy. Until they opened the locker and found him making out with Meg. It was extremely awkward. Legion cornered her during the next trial they had together for all the hot gossip.

Bonus Bonus: Every time Legion snags Meg to interrogate and/or train her, it's eventually interrupted by Danny (because those brats have been quiet and out of sight for too long and he's getting suspicious) who slings Meg over his shoulder and tells them to stop harassing her. They do not agree to these terms and conditions.

#ask #thecatchat #ask me about anything ghostmeg or legion related and it is impossible for me not to reply with multiparagraphs

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emberdew · 8 months ago

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Be More Ghost Chapter 16: The Cellphone Hour (Kwan Set a Fire)

Summary:

A Be More Chill AU where Danny gets a Super Quantum Intel Unit Processor (or Squip) to help him become cool and win over Valerie, but things don't really go as planned.

Masterpost | AO3 Link | Word Count: 1,868

Hey everybody, have you heard? Kwan set a fire now go spread the word!

In a bright pink and very stylish bedroom, Paulina lay on her bed listening to her favorite crunk playlist on her Sayonara Pussycat CD player as she checked her texts on a matching pink flip phone.

Then she groaned when her phone rang for the third time that morning. Why couldn’t Ashley just get the message that Paulina was too busy to talk? She let it ring and continued scrolling through her texts until her phone dinged with new messages from Ashley.

Ashley: omg lina answer me!!

Ashley: wait until i tell you what i heard!!!

Paulina rolled her eyes. Ashley was useful as a source of most of Casper High’s hottest gossip but the girl could be so annoying! Like, why couldn’t she just get to the point already?

Ashley: it’s too messed up to type this stuff is ripe

Ashley: call back, you really got to hear this!!!

And despite messaging to ask Paulina to call back a second ago, Paulina’s phone started ringing again. Paulina took a moment to debate between answering or throwing her phone against the nearest wall.

With a sigh, she answered.

“Hey,” Paulina greeted flatly.

“Oh my god okay so at the end of last night’s party did you see Kwan?” Ashley asked.

“Oh, I saw Kwan,” Paulina lied as she rolled her eyes. She had spent most of the end of the party making out with Dash and then she had to leave before Papa noticed she had snuck out past curfew.

“So he was acting super weird right? Flailing around like a crazy person-”

“He really shouldn’t drink so much.” Paulina examined her nails. They were painted pink, obviously, and the manicure was still perfect. “His alcohol tolerance is really bad for such a big guy.”

“Right, but he wasn’t drunk.”

“En serio?”

“He wasn’t drunk! I heard from Wes Weston that Kwan had barely touched a drop which means that you can’t blame the things he did on alcohol. And what he did was really terrible Lina, I almost can’t bear to relive it,” Ashley paused for a moment before continuing, “but do you want me to tell you?”

“Spit it out,” Paulina demanded. Ashley was taking way too long to get to the good part of the story, as usual. This is why she was only barely tolerated by the A-Listers.

“I’ll tell you ‘cause you are my closest friend.”

“No, I’m not.”

“Yeah I know,” Ashley said without missing a beat. “But here’s what happened at the end of the party- Kwan set a fire and he burned down the house! I thought I was dreaming, or maybe it was a ghost attack or something since everyone was screaming, but no! Kwan set a fire!”

Now that was some interesting gossip! Paulina could tell Ashley was going to keep going on for ages so she hung up. Then she called Star. And then her call got sent to voicemail.

Paulina sighed. So she may have betrayed her bestie a bit at the party last night. But this was important! She opened her messages and started texting Star.

Paulina: OMG Star answer me!

Paulina: Wait until I tell you what I saw!!

Paulina called again, but Star must have been angrier than Paulina thought about the whole Fenton situation because Star ignored this call too.

She ran a hand through her long dark hair. She didn’t think that Star actually liked that Fenton freak! Ugh, now she had to apologize.

Paulina: And also…

Paulina: :(

Paulina: I’m sorry that Danny made out with me at the party but it was totally his fault and lets not let boys ever come between us ever again, k? XD

Paulina waited several seconds to give Star a chance to read her message before calling again and this time she finally picked up. Paulina kicked her feet in excitement. Sharing gossip with her bestie was the best!

“Hey,” Star said, her tone somewhat guarded.

“We cool?” Paulina asked.

“We are.”

“Okay so, at the end of last night’s party, did you see Kwan?”

“No, I was crying,” Star replied blandly.

“He was behaving weird and I was kind of concerned about that…” Paulina plowed on.

“He’s gotta learn to not smoke so much. You’d think for such a big guy he’d handle being high better,” Star said.

“Right, but he wasn’t high.”

“Seriously?”

“He wasn’t high! So you can’t blame the things he did on weed. It was super awful though so I’m going to talk about it a lot,” Paulina grinned. “Kwan set a fire and he burned down the house!”

___

Star probably should have been angrier that Paulina made out with Danny at Dash’s Halloween party but it was just so hard to stay mad at her bestie. Especially when there was some interesting gossip to talk about.

And who would have thought that a guy like Kwan would be an arsonist? Well, nearly everyone at Casper High would probably know before the school day even started since Ashley had been as diligent as ever at spreading the word. And of course, Star and Paulina were all over the gossip too.

After chatting with Paulina for a while, Star went through her long list of text messages and confirmed the news with all the classmates who were reaching out to her about it until her fingers got sore and she had to put her chunky red cellphone down. She was a master at texting with just a keypad, but she would give anything to have one of the new iPhones like Manson. Who thought pressing the 7 key four times to get an “S” was a good idea?

Whatever, she’d beg her parents to get her a new phone for her birthday or maybe she’d get “lucky” in a Technus attack and it would get destroyed so she would have an excuse to get a replacement. Now it was time to get out of bed and kick her younger brother off the family computer so she could start spreading the word on social media.

She logged in to MySpace first and bumped Kwan to the #2 spot on her top 8 (Paulina would always be #1) and then wrote a short blog post.

Star: Rich is flecked!

Star pulled out her cellphone to check her texts again. It was getting late, so she would have to change out of her floral red pajamas and start getting ready for school soon.

When she looked back up at her MySpace page, she saw Paulina had commented on her post.

Paulina: Flecked?

Star cringed and sank back in her seat as she typed a reply.

Star: Oh I meant fucked. Sorry that was just my AutoCorrect.

Mr. Lancer frequently told them to always be aware of AutoCorrect. He was such a stickler for grammar and spelling, but that was expected of an English teacher. And vice principal. And math teacher sometimes? Mr. Lancer really was overworked. At least Star didn’t have to worry about him correcting her on MySpace, since he was way too busy for social media.

As Star posted updates on her Facebook, Twitter, and Tumblr, she saw there was a new trend to change your avatar to Kwan’s face, so she quickly switched her avatar on every site too. Something something solidarity. It’s the thought that counts, right?

And sure, it was a tragedy, with Dash’s house burning down and both Dash and Kwan ending up in the hospital, but it sure was fun to talk about!

Star kept reading all the rumors about what happened.

Ashley: i cant believe that kwan set a fire and leveled the town! i always thought if anyone was going to level the town, it would be a ghost or something…

Gregor: Do you think Kwan is going to have to run away now that he burned down a house? Maybe to Europe? That’s what I would do if I decided to do arson. I’d go back to Hungary.

Paulina: I think Kwan burned down the house because he finally realized that he’s gay. Good for him, honestly. Be gay, do crime! LOL

Spike: kwan is totally dead now right? do you think he’ll become a ghost and haunt the school? i’d probably haunt the school for a while if i died.

Star shivered a little in her seat. She logged out of the computer and put her phone away. Sure, she was used to ghosts by now since they attacked like every week, but didn’t want to think about Kwan or any of her friends as a ghost. She still had nightmares about the time that everyone at school got creepy ghost powers. But Kwan was fine; he wouldn’t die. He was just at the hospital.

Her good mood was kind of ruined though. Maybe it was time to finally get off the gossip train and eat breakfast or something. Getting up from the chair, Star decided to message Paulina again and see if her bestie wanted to hang before school. Then they could spread the rumors about Kwan in person. Yeah, that would be better.

___

“So he just ditched you at the party?”

Tucker sighed as he readjusted his PDA to sit more comfortably by his ear. He was holding it with his shoulder while he cleaned his room.

“Yeah Sam, he apparently made out with Paulina and then hid from Dash in the bathroom where I was. I tried to warn him about the stuff I learned about the Squips but he ignored it and left me alone.”

“I can’t believe him! If I was in town right now, I’d kick his butt for you. He’s such an idiot for getting a Squip in the first place.”

“Well, there’s not much we can do about it now.” Tucker was glad Sam was on his side, but there was nothing that could fill the Danny-shaped hole in his heart right now.

“You looked up how to get rid of those Squips, right?”

Tucker put down the stack of papers on his desk that he had been sorting through and adjusted his glasses.

“I haven’t been able to find anything yet, but I’m still looking into it.”

“Well, good luck.”

“Thanks,” Tucker pursed his lips, “Sam, I know you’re aro but-“

“Tuck, we’ve already been over this. Danny is probably the most clueless person on Earth, in the Ghost Zone, and possibly the universe. He’s never gonna take a hint so if you want something with him you have to tell him.”

Tucker resisted the urge to hurl his PDA across the room. He’d never hurt Charlise like that. Instead, he took a deep breath before replying.

“I know.”

“You’re still not going to do anything, are you?”

“…” Tucker wilted as he imagined Sam’s disapproving glare. She really didn’t have to come after him like that, did she? It was just cruel at this point.

“Useless alloromantics…” Sam grumbled. “I better go, my parents are going to drag me to another outing soon. Bye.”

“Bye, Sam.” Tucker hung up the call and rested his head on the desk.

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DannyMay 2024 #31 Free Day

Master Post

[Knowledge of Pendragon or Danny Phantom is optional. (I never knew I would write this crossover…)]

Journal #1 - Denduron

I hope you’re reading this, Tucker and Sam. Heck, I hope anyone’s reading this because that means I’m not a total nutjob. I only hope writing this down will help me understand some of what happened and will prove that I’m not crazy.

You see, two things happened recently that changed my life forever. The first, you’ll remember, was that I got freaking ghost powers. The second was that I got jacked across the universe in a wormhole called a flume.

I’ll talk about the portal accident first. Mom and Dad had been working on a portal to the Ghost Zone for ages. When they finally plugged it in, it didn’t work, so they gave up and left to do who knows what. That’s when we came in. Sam convinced me to put on a jumpsuit and go into the portal. For some reason, the “on” switch was on the inside and I accidentally hit it. The portal turned on, zapped me with ecto-radiation, and I came tumbling out the other side, many agonizing seconds later.

You guys saw. I was changed. My black hair turned white, my blue eyes turned green and glowed, and the black and white of the jumpsuit inverted to white and black. I’m pretty sure I passed out for a moment because you were there, helping me wake up.

“Danny, Danny?” Sam called. She lightly patted my face.

“Sam, I think he’s–” Tucker started.

I groaned and sat up, holding my head. “What happened?”

Sam and Tucker looked at each other. “The portal turned on,” Sam said quietly.

I looked at my hands. I was still wearing the jumpsuit, which I quickly took off. As I did so, I looked in the mirror. My appearance was back to normal.

“Did I look… different… to you?” I asked hesitantly.

Sam looked away and Tucker answered, “Yeah, dude! You had white hair and glowing green eyes. It was like you were a ghost!”

“A ghost, huh?” I whispered, looking at my hands again. They seemed solid enough. I pinched my arm. It still hurt. “I’m not a ghost now.”

“No,” Tucker said. “You transformed when you passed out. Do you think you can do it again?”

“What?” I gawked. “How?”

“I dunno,” Tucker shrugged. “Just will it to happen, I guess?”

I thought about it for a second, then took a deep breath. I clenched my fists and said, “I’m going ghost!”

Two white rings appeared around my middle and moved up and down my body. As the rings passed over me, I felt… a change. I can’t quite describe it. It’s mostly a cold feeling. I looked down at myself and saw that I was wearing the inverted jumpsuit. Looking in the mirror confirmed that I had transformed.

“Sweet,” Tucker said.

“What do you think this means?” I asked.

Sam finally spoke up. “Nothing good.”

“What do you mean?” Tucker and I asked at the same time.

“If you’re a ghost,” Sam explained, “it means… it means you… you… technically… I guess… you died.”

I felt the rings appear and shift me back to my normal self. I staggered back, the weight of her words hitting me.

“But, I’m still here, I’m still breathing. I’m still alive,” I said slowly.

“Maybe he’s only half dead?” Tucker suggested, but he sounded small.

I shook my head, trying to clear it of unfriendly thoughts. “Doesn’t matter. I’m okay, Sam. Really, I am,” I added when she looked up at me. I thought she was on the verge of tears. “We’ll figure this out, together. Besides, what goth girl wouldn’t want a ghost as her best friend?”

That got a choked laugh out of Sam. She smiled at me, and I smiled back. Tucker looked between us and coughed.

“That’s all well and good,” he said, “but it’s almost curfew. Sam and I need to get home.”

“Right,” I said, slightly disappointed. “We’ll figure things out tomorrow.” Little did I know that tomorrow wouldn’t happen.

After Tucker and Sam left, there was a knock on the front door. Jazz was upstairs studying, and Mom and Dad were still awol, so I answered the door. My Uncle Press was standing there, holding a motorcycle helmet under his arm.

When he saw me, he thrust the helmet at me and said, “Hi, Danny. Come with me. I need your help.”

“But it’s curfew,” I protested.

Uncle Press turned around immediately and went to a fancy motorcycle sitting at the curb. “I wouldn’t ask you to do this if I didn’t think it was more important than curfew.” When I didn’t follow he turned around and said, “Danny, you’ve known me all your life. Have you ever seen me like this?”

No, I hadn’t. He was acting strange. Normally he was a happy-go-lucky kind of guy. He’s the one who showed up at random times to give me the best birthdays. Remember that game of laser tag he set up? Yeah, that was him. Now he was almost… scared.

I shook my head and put on the helmet by way of answer. I was sure to lock the door on the way out. I probably should have told Jazz, but Uncle Press seemed to read my mind.

“Your family will understand,” he said mysteriously.

Okay… that was weird. I got onto the motorcycle behind him and we drove off.

We arrived thirty minutes later at an abandoned subway station. We got off the motorcycle and put our helmets on the seats. I was worried someone might steal the motorcycle. We were in a pretty shady area of town.

“What about the bike?” I asked Uncle Press.

“We don’t need it anymore,” he replied.

I shrugged and followed him into the subway station. Uncle Press had to remove boards to let us through.

“Is it okay for us to be here?” I questioned.

“Don’t worry so much, Danny,” Uncle Press answered. “This is where we’re meant to be.”

I sighed, figuring I wouldn’t get much more of an answer than that.

Inside the subway station was dark, so I had to wait for my eyes to adjust. The station had definitely seen better days. There was trash everywhere, and the benches were overturned. The glass of the ticket kiosk had been shattered.

Then I heard a rumbling noise. The station may be down, but the trains still ran. The bright light of the train illuminated the derelict surroundings for a long moment. After the train sped by, it was eerily silent.

I looked at Uncle Press, wondering what was our next step. He seemed on high alert. When did he go all rigid like that? He scanned the empty station.

“What?” I asked him.

He started quickly down the stairs.

“Listen, Danny,” he said quickly as though he didn’t have much time. “If anything happens, I want you to know what to do.”

“Like what?” I asked with a strained voice.

“Everything will be fine if you know what to do. We’re not here to catch a train. We’re here because this is where the gate is.”

“Gate? What gate?”

“At the end of the platform are stairs that lead down to the tracks. About thirty yards down the track along the wall, there’s a door. It’s got a drawing on it, like a star.”

We were moving pretty fast through the station, heading for the far end. I had to dodge the pillars and upturned garbage cans to keep up.

“Are you with me?” Uncle Press asked sharply.

“Yeah,” I said skeptically. “But what’s this all about?”

“If we stop for me to explain everything, we may be too late,” Uncle Press replied. “The door is the gate. If for some reason I’m not with you, open the door, go inside, and say ‘Denduron.’”

“Denda-what?”

“Denduron! Say it!”

“Denduron, I got it. What is it, some kind of password?”

“It’ll get us where we’re going.”

Yeah, because that makes sense. Why couldn’t the word be “abrakadabra” or something equally stupid? What made “Denduron” such a special word?

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked nervously. “We’re going together, right?”

“That’s the plan, but if anything–”

“Stop right there!”

We whipped around to see a cop in a khaki uniform standing at the entrance of the station. Uh-oh, busted. For what, I wasn’t sure. Trespassing, probably.

“You boys wanna tell me what you’re doin’ down here?”

Part of me was relieved. I might finally get some answers. I turned to Uncle Press, expecting him to say something. Instead, he was staring the cop down. I could tell he was thinking hard about something. He wasn’t thinking of running, was he? The cop had a gun!

There was a long moment of silence, like a standoff. And then, somebody else joined the party.

“Can’t you leave me in peace?”

We all turned to see a homeless man stand out of what appeared to be a pile of garbage. Correction, he wasn’t homeless, we were in his home. I couldn’t tell what he looked like because he was a tangle of hair and tattered clothes. He spoke with a slurred speech.

“Peace is all I want. A little peace and quiet!”

Uncle Press looked quickly between the homeless guy and the cop, still calculating.

“I think you two better come with me,” the cop drawled.

I looked to Uncle Press. He didn’t move.

“...Castle. This is my castle. I want you all to–”

“What?” Uncle Press asked. “What do you want us to do?”

Then the platform started rumbling again. Another train was coming.

“I want you all to go away! Leave me alone!”

Uncle Press smiled for some reason. He turned to the cop and said, “You don’t know this territory, do you?”

What was that supposed to mean?

“You, I’m talking to you,” the homeless guy yelled to the cop, waving his arms. “I want you out of my castle.”

The cop didn’t turn his focus from Uncle Press. The two stared at each other like gunslingers waiting for the other to move first. Then the cop gave a small smile and asked, “What was your first clue?”

“The uniform. City cops in this territory wear blue, not khaki,” Uncle Press answered calmly. “I’m flattered though. You came yourself.”

The train was getting closer. Its horn blared, echoing in the station. The homeless guy was still going toward the cop… or whoever he was. It seemed Uncle Press knew him.

The homeless guy said, “That’s it, that’s it. If you don’t get out now, I’m gonna–”

He was cut off by a look from the cop. An icy, hard stare. One that chilled me to the bone. The homeless guy began to shake and looked like he wanted to flee but couldn’t move. He was locked in place by the cop’s gaze. He cried out, a horrible, anguished cry. Then he ran straight for the tracks, even though the train was right there.

“No, stop!” I shouted.

It was the most horrible sound that will haunt my dreams forever. I wanted to puke.

I turned to Uncle Press who had a pained look on his face that he wiped away quickly. In a dangerous voice, he said to the cop, “That was beneath you, Saint Dane.”

The cop – Saint Dane – shrugged and said, “Just wanted to give the boy a taste of what is in store for him.”

That didn’t sound good. Was he talking about me? A hard lump formed in my throat.

And then Saint Dane had his own transformation, but this one didn’t come with light rings. His body and clothes morphed into something else. He grew to about seven feet tall. His hair lengthened and turned gray. His skin turned as ghostly pale as mine had when I was in ghost form.

And his eyes. His eyes were a piercing ice blue that stared into my soul, pinning me to the spot.

Suddenly, Uncle Press pulled out an automatic gun from his trenchcoat with a practiced motion. He pushed me behind a bench and I was on my butt on the ground. He leaned in next to me. We were shielded from Saint Dane, but for how long?

More calmly than the situation called for, Uncle Press said one word, “Run.”

“What about you–?”

“Run!”

Uncle Press left the protection of the bench and started shooting at Saint Dane, who dove behind a pillar. I realized he was laying cover fire for me to get away, but I couldn’t just leave him!

I balled up my hands into fists. No way was I leaving someone I loved. Granted, I didn’t have a weapon to attack with, but I had a ghost form. That had to count for something.

“I’m going ghost!”

The rings lit up my hiding place and I transformed. I didn’t know what I could do as a ghost, but I had some ideas based on horror movies. Before leaving the safety of the bench, I practiced going intangible. That would be the most helpful against bullets.

“What are you doing? Run!” Uncle Press shouted. He dove behind the bench again and finally got a good look at me. “Danny, what–?”

“I’ll explain later,” I said, moving on to invisibility. “Let’s get this guy!”

I phased through the bench and propelled myself into the air. So far so good. I was invisible, so Saint Dane couldn’t see me. Neither could Uncle Press, who stared at the spot I had just vacated.

“Come out, come out,” Saint Dane sang. He fired at the bench, laughing maniacally.

I flew at him invisibly and gave him a great big punch to the face. I must have been stronger in ghost form because he went flying backward, landing hard on the stairs. I instantly went over to Uncle Press and looked him over. He didn’t seem hurt. I turned visible again.

“Danny, what–?” he started again, but I cut him off.

“I’ll explain later. Let’s get to that gate you were talking about.”

We hurried to the stairs at the end of the platform, Uncle Press looking over his shoulder at Saint Dane.

“How did you do that?” Uncle Press questioned as we went down the stairs. “And why do you look like that?”

“Oh, so now it’s your turn to ask questions,” I mocked. “What about my questions?”

“Right, we’ll talk about it later,” Uncle Press said. “Right now, we need to watch out for quigs.”

“What are quigs?”

In answer to my question, snarling and growling came from the darkness. I could see pairs of yellow eyes.

“Those are quigs,” Uncle Press said calmly. Boy, I was getting tired of his calm. “We need to find the gate. Now.”

We ran over the train tracks, feeling along the wall for the door. It was pitch black, so all we could see were yellow eyes chasing us. All I could hear was the growling at my back.

Finally, Uncle Press found the door and we hurried inside. I leaned against the door as bodies pounded against it, trying to get to us.

“The door won’t hold very long,” I warned.

“And Saint Dane will be right behind us,” Uncle Press added. That wasn’t a comforting thought.

I took that moment to survey the room we had entered. It was a tunnel that faded into darkness so that I couldn’t see the end. The tunnel looked like it had been hand-carved.

“Denduron!” Uncle Press shouted into the tunnel.

At first, it seemed nothing happened. Then I heard a hum. I also realized that the quigs weren’t attacking the door anymore. It was as though they just disappeared. The hum grew louder, and with it came lights. Then there were harmonious musical notes, and the cave seemed to change. It turned to crystal right before my eyes. Man, lots of things were transforming today.

I cautiously stepped away from the door. No quigs tried to barge through, so I figured it was safe. I felt something… tugging at me. Like a giant hand was pulling me into the tunnel. The light was so bright now that I could only see Uncle Press’s silhouette. I walked up to him so that I could see him better. He smiled at me.

“I’m ready for your questions, now,” he said as we were sucked into the vortex.

[If you liked that, D.J. MacHale does it way better! I tried my best to paraphrase except for the quotes. I also tried to make it more Danny-like instead of Bobby-like. That’s why Danny attacked Saint Dane at the end. Bobby ran and found the Flume. Danny… wouldn’t do that. Anyway. I hope you enjoyed it! Go read Pendragon!]

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