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haikyu-boys-am-i-right · 3 years

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Hinata chooses a scary movie for date night

Character: Hinata

Warnings: talks of scary movie, small description of scene from the the shining

Requested: no

Word count: 1,004

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“Yn chan”, Hinata says, hugging her tightly as he answers the door. “Hey Hinata, are you ready for our date?'' she says with a smile as she hugs him back. “You bet i am so come on in so we can get the refreshments set up”. “So what are we watching for movie night?'' yn asks as she goes to the kitchen to help Hinata make the bow of popcorn and drinks for their little movie date. Hinata grabs two cold cans of soda from the fridge and sets them down on the counter. “Oh I picked a really good one for us to watch” Hinata says with a proud smile thinking of the suggestion Tanaka had given him earlier. “Oh yeah so what is the title” yn asks smiling brightly as she puts the popcorn in the microwave. “I can’t tell you it’s a surprise Yn chan”, Hinata says grinning so wide his eyes scrunch up tightly. “Okay well then I can’t wait seeing as how excited you are” she says, shrugging her shoulders as she turns to watch the popcorn bag inflate in the microwave. She doesn’t find it that odd that Hinata won’t spill what he has planned as normally he always does little things to surprise her.

After the popcorn has finally been popped and poured out into a large bowl they head to the living room and they sit on the couch as Hinata turns on the movie with the tv remote. Yn’s eyes widen as the shining starts on the tv. “A Stephen king movie,'' she asks Hinata. “Uh yeah is that okay yn” he asks rubbing the back of his neck. Yn shakes her head and smiles at him. “No it’s fine I’m just worried about you”. “What do you mean by that?” Hinata asks with a pout. Yn laughs and rubs his shoulder lightly. “Shoyo I love you but you are the biggest scaredy cat that I know so I’m worried about you watching this, you know how nervous and jumpy you can get”. Hinata frowns and crosses his arms. “I’ll be fine” he says, linking arms with yn. “Okay if you say so shoyo” she whispers. He grins and puts a finger to his lips. “Now shhh it’s about to start”.

During the entire movie yn is engrossed in watching it and Hinata frowns as he watches her and she doesn’t even flinch and he is surprised seeing as Tanaka told him that when a girl watches a horror movie then they would get scared and cling onto their boyfriends but it seemed to Hinata that yn was just fine and it turns out he was the one that was clinging onto her during the whole movie.

When Danny rides his little trike down the hallway of the hotel yn tenses a bit as if she knows what is coming next. “This next part creeps me out,'' she says with a shaky laugh. Hinata gives her an incredulous look. Why is she laughing at a horror movie?!

The Grady twins dressed in their marching little blue dresses appear on the screen and Hinata screams loudly as the twins switch to be covered in blood. Hinata jumps so harshly that the bowl of popcorn that he and yn were holding went flying and popcorn landed all over the floor. “Come play with us”, the twins chant to Danny. Hinata buries his face in yn’s neck. Yn grabs the remote to pause the movie. “Shoyo are you okay”? she asks worriedly, ruffling his hair as he clutches onto her tightly. “That movie is freaky so how in the world are you not scared right now”? he whispers, still hugging tightly onto her. Yn sighs. “Hinata the shining was the first horror movie I ever saw and besides I don’t get too scared at horror movies anymore unless they have jump scares in them because my family watches a lot of them and besides I love Stephen king movies and novels”. Hinata pulls back away from her so he can look over at her and his eyes widen as it dawns on him why she didn’t freak out during the movie. “Seriously” he asks with an exasperated sigh, seeing as he can’t believe that he didn’t know this about yn. “Yes” yn says frowning as she turns to face him. So shoyo why were you forcing yourself to watch the movie when you know you hate watching anything remotely freaky, sunshine”? Hinata frowns and sighs as he realizes that he should now tell her the truth about what he had planned. “Well lovely, I was asking the guys at practice what movie I should watch with you tonight as I couldn’t decide and Tanaka senpai said that I should watch a horror movie with you because it’s common knowledge that when you watch a scary movie with your girlfriend they will cling onto you”. “Shoyo” yn says smiling lightly at him. “You don’t have to scare me in order for me to cuddle with you, you know”. “I know that” Hinata whispers, scratching the back of his neck and looking down at the floor as he is upset and embarrassed. Yn sighs as she lightly puts a hand on his arm so she can get his attention. “So how about this shoyo, after we clean up all of the popcorn from out of the floor, do you want to cuddle and watch that new Disney movie together”? Hinata’s face lights up as he knows that yn loves Disney movies just as much as he does. “Sure that sounds great”, he says as he hops up from off of the couch.

After cleaning all of the popcorn and kernels on the floor, and popping a fresh bowl of buttery popcorn, Hinata and yn sit back down on the couch. Hinata lays his head down on yn’s shoulder and sighs happily while she snuggles up to him and she changes the movie to something that they both would enjoy watching.

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deuynndoodles · 4 years

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suspicion increase by deuynndrabbles and @whimsicalweast

chapter summary:

It's their first day out looking for ghosts, and it's a great day to be suspicious of Danny.

He glances back at his sister and Danny, who are still talking about space. Well, it’s more the latter who does so, rambling passionately while Mabel struggles to stay focused on one topic for this amount of time.

As Dipper realizes the irony of the situation, he stifles a laugh with his hand.

TW FOR DETAILED DESCRIPTION OF A PANIC ATTACK

3.8k | ch three

It’s the next day, the sun high in the sky. Birds are chirping, wild animals scurrying through the trees, and three kids are walking through the woods with one certain great uncle trailing behind them.

Dipper is in the front, a now fixed ghost tracker sitting in his hands and a bag of a dozen more sliding off his shoulder. (Dipper mentioned the problem to Ford a couple nights ago and he agreed to fix it. It’s even upgraded so it won’t break the way it did last time.)

Mabel is close behind, her baggy sleeves trailing behind in her graceful yet clunky movement. Today she wears a navy blue sweater with a cartoon ghost resting on the center surrounded by itty bitty stars. Her headband is white and her skirt a lighter grey, with her own ghost device settled in her sweater pocket. She’s ignoring the faint buzzing in favor of watching the scenery.

Danny is about a couple meters behind the twins, his own beeping device shoved into his big jeans pocket. He’s watching the scenery like Mabel, trailing a hand along the grass and occasionally picking a long piece to fiddle with in his hands.

There’s a long groan, and Dipper glances behind him to see Mabel leaning her head back to stare at the clouded sky, her feet planted on the dirt and unmoving.

“Why are we all just quiet?” She says, prolonging the last two syllables and sticking her bottom lip out a little. She takes a lock of her hair and begins to twirl it around her finger. “Let’s do something that isn’t just staring at those silly devices.”

There’s a quick shout of indignation from Dipper, but Danny interrupts by giving a slight nod and saying, “Yeah, it is kinda boring.”

Danny catches up to Mabel, his eyes drawn to the sweater she has on. He isn’t really sure what else to say (he’s not the best at small talk) so he compliments, “Nice sweater.”

It earns a toothy grin from said girl and she twirls in place as if to show off her creation. “Thanks! I made it myself!”

“I like the ghost, it looks pretty cool.”

“I thought it was fitting!” Mabel chimes, still grinning.

“Are those stars around it?” Danny asks, because his brain always comes back to the topic of space. Mabel nods, and Danny smiles widely, saying, “I love space!”

Mabel draws out a gasp, pressing her hand to her chest right on top of the ghost’s eyes. “Me too.”

Dipper’s pretty much sure that Mabel’s just saying it to make Danny happy. It works, as Danny’s eyes light up. She always does this, and Dipper won’t barge in this time.

Anyways, he’s paying attention to the pad in his hands more.

“Isn’t it just so cool?” Danny grins. (His face is full of excitement and he knows he’s going to rant about his special interest now. He’s practically prompted.) “Stars are amazing, and just so beautiful. But honestly, I’m super excited about space travel and all that stuff.”

Mabel nods along as if she understands every word that makes its way out of his mouth when Danny simply continues to rant on and on about astrology and other topics about space with an intense passion.

Dipper is more focused on the device grasped in his hand. His eyes dart about the monitor, looking for any sort of ectoplasmic signal but comes up empty. Dipper makes the quick hypothesis that ghosts are more active at night.

As Dipper realizes the irony of the situation, he stifles a laugh with his hand.

Mabel constantly tries to steer the conversation away from scientific aspects, preferring creative or ‘girly’ subjects like glitter and rainbows. She’d likely come out here in the hopes of finding a ghost cat and cuddling it or something. Probably to hang out with Danny too, maybe flirt with him or whatever the heck Mabel thinks she’s doing.

Instead she has to listen to the boy ramble on about various studies of space.

Oh, how the tables have turned.

Dipper can tell how absolutely bored Mabel is with Danny’s speech, and he still struggles to hide his chuckles.

(He’d probably get along better with the teen better than his sister, if he weren’t so skeptical of Danny’s unknown intentions.

He is still a stranger, after all.)

Mabel’s hands are fiddling with the loose threads of her newly made sweater. Her attention had clearly drifted off elsewhere a while ago, but Danny still hasn’t noticed, ever so caught up in his one-way conversation.

Dipper catches her eye, throwing a smug expression her way as Danny continues to speak animatedly, and his sister returns a raspberry as she slumps over.

‘Very mature’, he thinks.

Dipper rolls his eyes with a smile, about to return to examining the machines when Danny mentions a topic that Dipper had recently heard about.

“The Apollo missions inspired an entire generation of people to pursue math and science careers, and it’s amazing! Our society continues to become more technologically advanced and dependent, and the general populace need to become more scientifically literate to keep up.

“I’ve always dreamed of being an astronaut,” he says, his excitement slowing as he gazes down at the floor. “I’ve just- I’m not what you’d call a star student.” He gives out a chuckle, a chuckle that is absent of actual humor, and it makes Dipper hesitate in his step as well. “And outside of school, I’m pretty busy with other stuff. Uh- extracurriculars, and all that.”

With those last few sentences, it finally clicks, and Dipper whirls around.

“It was you!”

“I’m sorry, what?”

It’s the first thought that runs through Danny’s head, and apparently it spills out his lips too.

“You-You were the guy who helped me back to camp a week ago!” Dipper exclaims, his finger still pointed at the confused boy.

(For some reason this makes Danny think of Wes.)

“What?” It’s Mabel who says this. She’s eloquently ignored.

“Y’know, when you- uh, when you fell from that tree, and pointed out the constellations to me?” Dipper stammers, and Danny’s eyes widen in recognition.

“That was you?” Danny asks, and Dipper nods slowly, as if he’s uncomfortable.

(Mabel looks on in pure confusion. She is still promptly ignored.)

“What a coincidence, huh?” Danny lets out a nervous chuckle, rubbing the back of his neck with his left hand. “Well, uh. Nice to meet you? Again, I guess.”

(Danny truly does see it to be a coincidence. It’s so odd, how the universe chooses to dump on him in a place that isn’t Amity Park. Hasn’t he had enough?)

He stretches out his hand awkwardly, and cautiously, Dipper steps forward and shakes it. They’ve already met, but this makes it feel more official, Danny thinks. Maybe not quite that, but he imagines it’d make the scenario much more awkward if he jerks his hand back now.

Instead, Dipper is the one to pull his hand back, replacing his steadfast grip on the pad in his hands. It gives out a solid beep, and then returns back to its muted noise.

“Well,” Dipper starts, his face screaming the fact that he feels very awkward in this scenario. “How about we go back to looking for ghosts?”

“Sure!” Mabel chirps, and Danny shrugs, finally pulling out the device in his hands. He’s down for pretending that never happened.

Dipper pauses, and then says, "Hey, I can't see Great Uncle Ford."

Mabel pauses in her balancing act on a toppled tree trunk, glancing up to her brother. She takes a look back behind her. "Yeah, I guess so."

Mabel takes a seat on the ground, adjusting her skirt. Danny leans against a tree, and then a thought pops into his head.

“Oh shit, I pointed out the Big Dipper to a kid named Dipper.”

“Language!” Mabel sing-songs, blowing a small raspberry from her pleasant spot on the ground as Dipper's face reddens.

"Seriously?" Dipper bites out as Mabel gives a dorky snort, a fair imitation of the pig sitting back in her room.

(Ford can hear the tail end of the conversation as he settles his cane in a knot of roots and heaves himself over it. A fond smile tugs on his lips, and he lets out a chuckle.

He's glad the kids are getting along.)

"Go back to your dorky devices, guys." The last word is said even more dorkishly, and Mabel gestures to said devices. Danny imagines that she's already shoved her gadget back into her sweater pocket.

As Ford steps back into the small clearing that Danny and the twins are sitting in, everyone rises and Ford hands out snacks to each kid individually.

Five minutes later, they’re back on track and return to their task.

Danny this time trails in the back, stimming by shaking his hands, deep in thought.

Dipper is clearly wary of Danny, probably due to the fact that Danny said he fell out of a tree with little to no explanation. (He really needs to control what comes out his mouth.) Danny must seem pretty suspicious.

Or maybe it’s just how the kid acts. He can’t be entirely sure.

He’s still surprised that Dipper hadn’t mentioned his run in with Danny. The two don’t seem to be quite attached at the hip, but he can still tell they’re very close. He sees how they can just communicate without speaking, how comfortable they are around the other. It’s nice, he thinks.

(If later asked, he’d deny it. But Danny can’t help but secretly wish he was as comfortable around Jazz as the twins are around each other.)

What surprises him even more? It’s the fact that Mabel doesn’t question it. She’s been pestering Danny with questions non-stop since ‘inviting’ him over for a sleepover. Mabel is a chatterbox and it’s so odd that she doesn’t press, because it seems like it’s practically part of her nature to find out more about things.

The only reaction out of her hearing of Dipper and his meeting (aside from the earlier input) is a questioning glance at her brother, to which the boy shrugs halfheartedly in response.

Mabel throws him that look that Danny knows as ‘We’ll talk about this later’. He knows it well, having been on the receiving end of it countless times from his own sister. She then slows down, another grin on her face, and she strikes up another conversation.

To be honest, the constant conversation is starting to wear him out, but he still does it anyway.

“What’s your favorite animal?” Mabel asks, skipping happily.

Danny isn’t entirely sure. He says so.

“Me too!” Mabel grins, moving her hand to fiddle with her headband. “I just can’t decide! There’s cats, but dogs are really cute too! And not to mention koalas, and elephants and just. So many animals I can’t choose between them all.”

All in all, it’s a fairly uneventful day. All they seem to have done is walk through the forest, checking the devices, enjoying the scenery and engaging in small talk.

It leaves Dipper with a dissatisfied feeling sitting in his gut, but he doesn’t express it like Mabel does. Mabel sinks in disgruntlement with a roll of her eyes, slumped over slightly with her energy drained as much as it can be for Mabel Pines. That is to say, she has the energy of a normal person.

“Don’t worry, there’s still tomorrow,” Danny says, with an awkward pat on Mabel’s shoulder.

(Danny’s silently wishing they actually don’t come across any other ghosts. But alas, they’ll find someone, he’s sure. This woods has the same eerie feeling as the Ghost Zone, so he knows that there are supernatural entities in this place.

He’s not eager to find out what they are.)

Dipper’s head nods slowly in agreement, and it occurs to him that this isn’t the only day they go out to search for ghosts and he isn’t a failure-

Mabel elbows Dipper in the forearm, her mood having taken a 180 and a slight smirk resting on her lips. “Why you sad, bro-bro?” The brunette asks innocently, as if she wasn’t the one just dragging her feet along on the forest floor. “You still got a lot of-”

Mabel purses her lip, searching for the right word.

“Data. That’ll help, right?” She elbows Dipper again.

(Dipper’s sigh has a hint of disappointment, and Danny knows that Dipper is actually the one more disheartened in this situation. Mabel tends to exaggerate her feelings.)

“You’re right, Mabel,” Dipper mutters, fiddling with the pad in his hands again anxiously. “We have a lot of data now.”

Dipper glances up slightly, and sees the silhouette of the Mystery Shack illuminated in the near sunset, the sun beginning to slide behind the wide expanse of trees. He turns his head back to face the device, pressing buttons occasionally to change the view.

From behind him, Mabel straightens up, and pulls on Danny’s sleeve. “You ready for another sleepover?” She asks excitedly, her voice lilting.

“Nah,” Danny responds. “I’ll find somewhere to stay tonight.”

(Danny doesn’t want to bother Dipper again.)

Dipper doesn’t entirely care. He’s almost glad that he doesn’t have to sleep in the same room as Danny tonight, but he won’t say it out loud.

(Mabel huffs, and she has the social awareness to give a glance to the boy who is scouring the devices in his hand and in the bag on his back.) “Fine, just be okay, okay?” She pauses, and then giggles. “I said okay twice.”

Dipper inhales sharply, and Mabel instantly quiets. The next few minutes are pretty awkward, as all they do is walk. Dipper’s feet are tired and he’s more walking on impulse now, waiting for the moment to sit down. Mabel seems to be out of energy as well, as she doesn’t break the silence with her excited gestures or bubbly sentences.

The twins step up onto the slanted porch promptly, Dipper collapsing sitting on one of the stairs. Mabel groans and fans her face with her baggy sleeve, and Ford is a few meters behind them. Danny puts his hands in his pockets, staying a good few feet away from everyone, and gives a quick wave.

“See ya guys tomorrow,” Danny says, and as the two twins step inside, Dipper rushes to the nearest window to look out at Danny.

(He doesn’t see anything, as Danny is already long gone.)

Dipper sits in a fold-up chair as he watches Ford review the data they’ve collected that day, pouring over the gadgets. There haven't been very many ectoplasmic signatures, but any information is helpful and will allow them to know how to better handle it when they do come across a ghost for the first time.

The brunet still pipes in here and there with his own views on the data, but his mind has already drifted elsewhere.

(He does remember his first meeting with Danny. It was a week ago, and it’s still very fresh in his mind. The flimsy excuse of ‘stargazing’ had been so odd. But what other reasons could Danny need to climb a tree for? Was he hiding from something? Someone?

How had he even gotten up there in the first place? The branches on the trees in the forest are often placed far from each other, and once you do get a grip on them the brittle branches give up on your weight and you go collapsing back to the ground.

He’s seen Mabel try to climb the trees on multiple occasions. She’s never gotten past five feet above the ground.

And how does he just disappear into thin air? One second he’s beside Dipper and the next he’s nowhere to be seen. It’s also absurd how many times he hasn’t noticed the teen beside him; it’s like the teen has no presence whatsoever.)

He rests a hand on his forehead, letting out a sigh with a frown.

(Danny is such an enigma and it’s just so frustrating being unable to figure him out.

Though, he says this as if there’s anything to discover in the first place.

For all he knows, Danny could just be a regular teen with somewhat questionable hobbies. He hasn’t done anything out of the ordinary, ordinary for Gravity Falls at least. He gets along with everyone around him just fine with the occasional awkward sentence or body posture, fiddling with things when he’s nervous like Dipper does.

Dipper’s probably just going crazy overreacting.)

He glances up, combing a hand through his hair, letting out another unsteady breath.

(But if that's the case, why does he feel so uneasy?)

Ford pauses, taking a glance at his great nephew. He turns to him, devices still in his grasp, and asks, “Are you okay?” He cocks his head slightly to the side, eyeing Dipper’s tense body language.

Dipper nods sharply, rubbing his arm and staring down at the slick lab floor. “Yeah. . . Just, uh, thinking about some stuff.”

Ford seems unconvinced, his eyes still trailing on Dipper before he turns back to his devices. He hums in confirmation, making Dipper feel slightly guilty for the white lie.

A few minutes pass, and Dipper still can’t focus, catching more than one concerned glance from his great uncle.

"So, care to tell me what 'stuff' you're thinking of?" Ford questions, idly rifling through some papers.

Dipper fiddles with his lip with his two front teeth, rubbing his left arm. He winces slightly, refusing to meet his great uncle’s gaze.

“I-I dunno, it’s just. . .” He sighs, his hand dropping to rest by his side. “Danny’s been- He’s been super helpful and gets along with Mabel, but I- but I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something here.”

Ford’s eyes soften, and he sets down the papers on another tall pile of paper. He leans down and pulls out his own chair from underneath a table, twisting it to face his great nephew and Dipper does the same with his chair.

“I get how you feel, Dipper. I understand, really I do, but not everything needs a dramatic reveal.” Ford says, gently patting Dipper’s head. “Oftentimes, people are exactly who they claim to be and that’s rather normal. Just because something may feel off about someone, doesn’t have to mean they’re dangerous.

“Gravity Falls is indeed a strange place, but not everyone who steps foot into the town is a monster in disguise.

“Puzzles are marginally harder to solve when you can’t see each individual piece and fit them together, or when you refuse to see the pieces in front of you. I myself had a difficult time grasping this after so many years spent living here.”

("And in the portal" remains unsaid, but Dipper can hear the hint of it behind the words Ford speaks.)

"You certainly have a knack for picking out who or not to trust, so if you really believe Danny has harmful intentions, I'll listen. To me, Danny just appears to be a typical teenage boy, similar to yourself, but it's your call, Dipper. Just remember that putting your faith in others isn't always harmful."

(“Not as easy as it sounds” whispers in the back of his head, and he shakes it away by bobbing his mechanically and allowing the words his great uncle speaks replace the dread sitting in his gut for absolutely no reason-)

Ford is right; he’s getting worked up over nothing. Not everyone is out to get him.

Danny isn't out to get him.

(It's irrational to think Danny would do anything to hurt Mabel, or anyone else for that matter.)

Danny’s just a random teen who made his way into Gravity Falls, a teen obsessed with space and finding himself wrapped up in Dipper’s research. From the start, Danny has done nothing but help them, and he likely thinks Dipper is weird when he refuses to meet the teen’s eye, hands shuffling nervously.

Guilt rises into Dipper’s chest, and almost immediately Dipper feels terrible. He’s only made things feel more awkward for Danny. By making the teen feel uncomfortable during their outings. Disappointing Mabel by ruining her sleepover.

(‘You know they would've been happier without you there, anyway,’ his brain barges in, and he can’t find the heart to deny it.)

Dipper is always bringing people down along with him. It’s his fault Ford’s machine broke. If he hadn’t gone out that night, none of this would have happened, anyway.

(Dipper always needs other people to help him. He’s just useless by himself.)

(Why can’t his brain just act normal for once? Why can’t he ever seem to let people in?)

His eyes begin to sting, and he feels the panic taking hold, leaching into his chest and refusing to let go. He curls in on himself slightly, because he can only just live through it and mentally hit himself-

Is it really so hard to trust people again?

(Dipper already knows the answer to this question; he knows because of the being that frequently haunts his nightmares.)

(‘Trust no one’ echoes endlessly in his mind, reflecting off every boundary and always making its way back to the center-

Dipper’s hand burns, engulfed in blue flame-

His laughter, resonating within his ears-

There’s no escape-)

His lungs refuse to take in air, and his vocal cords won’t work to even choke out a scream.

(He can't breathe-)

In a split second, there’s a warm hand resting on his shoulder. It’s vaguely comforting, but Dipper still jerks away from it and takes in a shaky breath as his lungs start working again.

His mind slowly clears, and he glances up to see Ford resting beside the chair on his knee, hand pulled back slightly with a concerned expression on his face.

(‘You did that to him. You're the one troubling your great uncle. You're just a burden’, his brain screams at him, and he can’t find the courage to scream denials back.)

“Dipper?” Ford asks tentatively, concern hidden in his eyes. “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah-Yeah,” Dipper manages to choke out, still taking shaky breaths and refusing to look the man in the eye. “I’m good.”

"Are you sure?"

Dipper pauses for a moment, but then nods slowly. “I’m okay, Great Uncle Ford.” His breath is starting to steady, and he takes his first deep breath. “Thanks. For everything.”

(Really, he’s okay.

‘Keep telling yourself that’, his brain taunts, and he sighs again.

He's fine.)

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imacrowcawcaw · 4 years

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MY MASTERLIST

Sweetness hot meets sweetness cold, light and airy swirls around dark and heavy for the perfect blend.OTHER LINKS: WATTPAD & ROCK FIC

@insannywestan - Sanny shipping blog

@theladylovingcrow - my writing/art blog. If you wanna skip all the other posts on my main and get straight to the good stuff, go here (or use this masterlist!)

*** CONTAINS SMUT

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*** The Most Beautiful Distraction - tumblr - AO3

"Wanna ride you," Sam sighed, admission joining the swirl of colors in the air around them; burgundy kisses, blue touches, bright electric flashes of pain subdued by delicate green affection and care. Danny ached for him - the fiery burn in his stomach overcoming the duller waves from his burned hands.

*** Fuck The Movie, I Wanna Fuck You - tumblr - AO3

They were taking a break from touring, just chilling back in Frankenmuth. Danny had come over to his second home, and was snuggled up on the couch with his best friend, watching a movie. Everyone else was doing their thing - cooking, playing, talking on the phone - all perfectly normal for a nice, happy family. But FUCK Sam was feeling horny, naughty, and curious as to how Danny would react if he moved his hand just a bit higher....

*** Skin on Skin, Hearts Laid Bare - tumblr p1, p2, p3 - AO3

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*** Silk and Satin, Leather and Lace - tumblr - AO3

Sam has a surprise for Danny. A lacy, kinky one

*** No, Sam! - tumblr - AO3

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*** Keys To My Heart - tumblr - AO3

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*** Blood Brothers - tumblr - AO3

"He leaned forward to nuzzle his face into the crook of Sam's neck, smelling the coconut oil in his hair and the rich rush of life flowing just below his skin. Danny licked at his jugular, giving it a small, almost affectionate nip before grabbing Sam's arm that was around his back and bringing it forward."

*** These Dreams - tumblr - AO3

"You're telling me that we've known each other, been near inseparable, since seventh grade, and you've never once thought about it? At all? You've had to have thought about giving guys a try at least once, everyone questions their sexuality."

Sammy gave him a shit eating grin. He scooted even closer to Danny, so that their knees touched and their noses weren't more than half a foot apart. Danny stopped laughing.

* The Sweetness of Love’s Bliss - tumblr - AO3

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Don’t Go Away Mad (Please Actually Talk To Me About the Issue) - tumblr - AO3

They'd slept together so many times - but this was different. It would have been different starting last night, if a misunderstanding hadn't made Danny kick himself to the couch... but that didn't matter now.

* New Places, Friendly Faces - tumblr p1, p2, p3 - AO3

Danny was nervous; he had been building up the courage for weeks to arrange a date, and now.... He wasn't quite sure what to think of the situation he found himself in. The night certainly wasn't going as he had expected it to - and his emotions had never ridden a roller coaster this fast. Hell, the beautiful angel holding his hand wasn't even the one he had arranged to meet 2 hours ago.

*** High Sex is the Best (Just Don’t Fall Asleep) - linked under twins

Sam figures out that he's attracted to his best friend after catching Danny jerking off in the shower. Then they get high. (BTW this story focuses on Danny and Sam, though Jake and Josh are definitely in there)

*** The Lady and Her Knights - p1 - p2 - AO3

You are seriously the luckiest girl in the world: Daniel Wagner is your boyfriend! And, yet, you can't push away the fantasy of having more. Specifically, Sam - you want his best friend, too. (THREESOME SMUT WITH HEAVY SAM/DANNY)

*** Black Panties and An Angel’s Face (continuation of ‘Silk and Satin...’) - tumblr - AO3

Sam had said that he would wear whatever Danny bought him.... would he, really? Fuck, if not them this was about to he a sucky Christmas for the both of them.

*** Grindr - AO3

Sam gaped at him dumbly; mouth open wide, eyebrows raised, hands clinging tightly to his shoulders. Danny grinned, predatory and full of satisfaction, and thrust harder.

TWINS

* Freezeframe (teasing, talking mythology, and kissing while on a quiet evening hike) - tumblr - AO3

Then I Recognized Me (comparing appearances, short and fluffy, could be gen or slash) - tumblr - AO3

* High Sex is the Best (Just Don’t Fall Asleep) (Sanny is the main pairing but the twins are shacking up in the background) - tumblr - AO3

*** These Dreams (hinted at the very end) - linked under Sanny

DRABBLES

* GVF Halloween Drabbles (6 random Halloween themed drabbles, some slashy) - tumblr - AO3

WHOLE BAND

Four Cute Little Piggies In a Blanket (foursome smut ~ yes in that way) - AO3

Metallica

Eyes of Juniper (Lars pisses off an ancient goddess and gets himself and Kirk turned into girls, eventuallly Jlars; on hiatus) - AO3

Guns N’ Roses

STEVEN ADLER X DUFF MCKAGAN

A New Addition To The Family (Stevie and Duff go adopt a dog, super fluffy and humorous) - AO3

DUZZY (Duff Mckagan x Izzy Stradlin)

*** Black Dog (Izzy blows Duff in the studio) - AO3

Baby, Let’s Get Wet (friends with benefits, Duff wants to fuck in the shower; half completed so sorry) - AO3

Young Love In The Woods (middle school AU, Izzy and Duff reminisce on how they met) - AO3

Lazy Days (a short and fluffy lazy morning in bed) - AO3

*** Curiosity Killed The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back (humorous smut, Izzy comes up with a plan to seduce Duff; on hiatus in the middle of the smut woops) - AO3

SLAXL (Slash x Axl Rose)

*** Curiosity Killed The Cat, But Satisfaction Brought It Back (background pairing) - AO3

Led Zeppelin

My Love, My Darling (ultra fluffy winter-themed fluff) - tumblr - AO3

The Magicians (TV)

Treasure (slow burn, binding spell gone wrong) - AO3

Other Fandoms I Could Write For

Merlin (BBC)

Queen

Elementary (tv show)

Percy Jackson Series (the first 12 books)

How To Train Your Dragon

Avatar: The Last Airbender

Catch-22 (book)

Hey Folks! A few reminders I would love for y'all to read

• I WILL write straight romance/sex or reader inserts, you just have to ask for it! I know that my library is almost all gay slash, that's just because that's all that has been asked of me

• I love feedback! Give my stories an out of ten rating, constructive criticism, a video of you screaming, I don't care - But any reactions to my work are greatly cherished and much encouraged. It helps me gauge what y'all are into and improve writing

• My disclaimer, as copy-pasted from Rockfic: I don't own any of these people, places, or ideas (except the ones that I do). Any coincidences are just that. If you have a problem with my subject matter (other than a factual correction - you can comment that and I'll fix it) message me privately and I may or may not respond.

A/N: If any of these links aren’t working, please let me know so I can fix them! Thank you.

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theladylovingcrow · 5 years

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Skin On Skin, Hearts Laid Bare (Sanny)

Ch.1 Autumnal Camping is the Perfect Oppurtunity for Snuggles

Warnings/Tags: camping, sharing a tent, sharing a sleeping bag, sharing a bed, cuddling, cuddling for warmth, flirting, a bit dialogue heavy like usual, no sex yet

Length: about 1650

Ch. 1 Summary: It's survival 101 - body heat is the best way to keep warm. And skin on skin is the best way to generate that body heat.

It is an unusually cold night on a camping trip: Sam and Danny need to heat up if they want to go to sleep and still have toes in the morning.

Author's Notes: Because I plan on each chapter being different, I will give each it's own section of tags/warnings/summaries/notes.

I absolutely love the sensation of skin on skin contact, not even in a sexual way - just as a primal, intimate, platonic form of human connection. It grounds me, and I'd like to think it grounds them too, though honestly I couldn't resist myself and I DID make this turn sexual. Oops (not)

Absolutely inspired by Luna65 and her lovely work, and everyone else who writes Greta Fiction. I love this community and all that it puts out

@satans-helper here dear, I hope you enjoy it if you haven't read already!

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"Get your ass inside, Wagner, stop fucking around before you catch pneumonia, " Sam yelled, voice carrying harsh through the frigid, crackling air.

Danny huffed out a breath, a cloud of vapor dissipating from his mouth.

"Nearly done, Sam-a," he called, throwing his voice over his shoulder so it would carry towards the tent. "Just need to finish locking away the beer and fishing stuff."

"What, afraid the 'coons are gonna steal our tackle?" Sam snorted.

"No, but the neighbors might. Rowdy Rudy is here again."

"Oh god, not that asshole. When did he even arrive?"

"Right before you got in here," Danny said, finally crawling into the tent after finishing cleaning up and taking his boots off. "You probably didn't notice that monstrosity of a truck pull up in your drunken haze, but I sure did."

"Man, he's so annoying. Always sleazing around looking for alcohol to mooch, or for someone to listen to his god-awful stories."

Danny nodded in agreement. Rowdy Rudy was rude as hell, crude, lewd, smellier than a drunk skunk and always trying to butt into things in the hopes of getting some free drugs. And, he always seemed to come around about the same time as the boys went camping and disappear right before they noticed all of their missing stuff.

"Also, hey, I'm not completely drunk! I just wanted to stay warm. And get some of that Mullberry wine before Josh gets back and drinks it all," Sam added on, sipping from the bottle.

"Okay, but honestly, who brings *Mullberry wine* on a camping trip?" Danny asked, completely perplexed as to why Josh insisted on it. Wine was not a camping alcohol.

"I'm not sure, but I don't really care. This stuff is fucking delicious!"

"Okay, well don't drink it all or Joshie will be pissed at you. He seemed to want it for something."

"Like what?" Sam pondered, handing the bottle over so Danny could try it. "Is he trying to woo someone? Who? We're in the middle of the fucking woods!"

"Maybe he's trying to get it on with a tree, he seems to really love them!" Danny cracked.

Sam laughed.

"I don't know, but you're right, this is really good."

Sam nodded, taking a final swig of the now mostly empty bottle and setting it aside. Whoops. Well, Josh shouldn't have left it there.

"Hey, what do you think J and J are doing right now? Can't believe they'd wanna get away from us," Sam said, belching loudly.

"Well, Joshie is probably trying to photograph the local nightlife," Sam snorted, "and Jake's definitely getting drunk, if he didn't already drain his supply. I wonder how he'll like the hike back when he's got a killer hangover."

Sam unzipped one side of the sleeping bag and scooted over so that Danny could crawl inside. The other pulled it shut again, switching off the battery powered lantern and trying to get comfortable.

"I'm sure he brought enough to drowm a small circus, he won't run out. Where did they even go, again?" Sam asked.

"I've never been there myself, but there's supposed to be a cliff a few miles from here with an amazing view of the valley we passed on the drive up. I'm pretty sure that they took one of the trails starting on the other side of the river, maybe a quarter mile down from where we were today, up to the main road, and then fron there they hiked alongside it until they got to the base of the hill half of the cliff, then they could just climb up it. I heard Joshie talking about it before they left."

"We should have made them leave a map of where they were going. I know they're both experienced hikers, but I'd hate for them to get stuck or hurt somehow and have us take a long time to get there because we don't know where they are," Sam said.

They both got quiet, slightly worried.

"I think they'll be okay," Danny said after a minute. "Didn't they used to come up here for boyscouts?"

Sam nodded. Danny could barely see him in the inky darkness, he felt the movement and heard the rustling of the sleeping bag more than saw it.

"Then they know where they are, and Jake said it's not a particularly dangerous hike unless he gets so drunk he falls off the cliff. And you know Josh would never let that happen. We helped them pack their food back at the house, and all of their gear is sound; the only problem I can think of is the chill, but even then if they cuddle they should be fine for one night."

Sam shivered at the mention of the temperature and subtly wormed a bit closer to Danny to try and gain some body heat. Autumnal camping was fun as hell and incredibly beautiful out in the Michigan woods, but it was unusually cold for this time of year. Danny took notice and turned his body a bit closer to Sam as well, sharing some heat from the front though a bit of space remained in between them.

"Dude, what the fuck is up with the weather? I swear it's never gotten this cold this early. I wouldn't be surprised to wake up to some fucking snow tomorrow," Danny said. He tentatively reached out an arm and Sam eagerly got underneath it, snuggling right up to him.

"Climate change. And I hope it doesn't, we could get stuck on the roads, not to mention Jake and Josh would have to hike back in it. I don't think we have the snow tires on yet."

"What kind of Michigonian are you?"

"A stupid one."

Danny smiled, shaking his head and holding onto Sam tightly now. It seemed like, even with the full on cuddles and fleece lined sleeping bag, they couldn't get warm enough.

"Mother*fuck* it is cold. Wanna survival 101 it?" Danny asked.

"Now who's wooing who?" Sam cajoled, but he was *so* down for some skin on skin if it meant he could get warmer.

Danny unzipped the sleeping bag again and they sat up, shivering as their protective cacoon was removed. They both pulled off their hoodies, leaving Sam in a long sleeved thermal and Danny in his Marley tee. Wiggling around, Danny tried to get his jeans off but it was a serious struggle.

Sam bit his lip and giggled, fumbling under the covers for Danny's hips so he could help them get back in quicker.

Danny stiffened a bit when Sam's cold fingers found his midsection, sliding down until they reached the waistband of his jeans and popped the button.

"Why the hell are you wearing jeans in bed? You better not have gotten any dirt in here," Sam scolded.

He unzipped Danny, hands brushing over his package and pulling the denim off of his hips. They worked together to rid Danny of his pants, then Danny returned the favor with Sam's sweats. It was unneeded, but neither of them said anything about that.

"I was cold! And I didn't want to take them off to change," Danny responded after they had enclosed themselves in the bedding again.

"Well that was stupid. It wouldn't have taken more than half a minute, and you've taken them off now, anyways."

Sam wrapped his arms around Danny's waist and rubbed their legs together, relishing in the warm friction of skin and hair. His hands crept up the back of Danny's shirt, settling in the middle of his back where they could be heated up by skin on one side and fabric on the other.

Danny sighed, burying his cold nose in Sam's bed of hair. He worked one arm under Sam's neck to cradle his head and laid the other on his side, bunching it in the cotton of his shirt and rubbing it back and forth, trying to work some warmth into his freezing fingers.

"This is kinda nice, now," Sam whispered. His lips brushed Danny's throat, and his best friend could feel how soft they were, liberal and frequent applications of chapstick preventing cracking despite the weather.

"Yeah," he agreed, just as quiet.

It was starting to heat up in the sleeping bag, body heat finally taking control in their micro climate of polyester bedding and male pheromones. Sam was honestly in heaven, he hadn't been this warm and comfortable in months. And he was sleeping on the ground in 34 degree weather.

A wave of exhaustion washed over Danny, the long day finally catching up to him. He snuggled closer to Sam, pressing those bodies together until not even a blade of grass would have been able to come up between them.

He smirked tiredly when Sam purred like a cat, the reaction to his hand on Sam's side coming to rest underneath his short, gently stroking the skin there. It was soft and fiery warm, finally, Sam's ribs gentle hills across the landscape of his torso.

Outside the tent, somewhere off to the to the left, across the river, along the road and on top of a hill, the twins were in a similar position. Josh held his warm brother close while they shared Jake's whiskey, sleeping bags propped against a sturdy, incredibly broad tree.

In the morning, the twins would awake early to a most glorious sunset over the edge of the cliff. Danny and Sam would wake up entwined, warm and well rested. They'd be slow to rise out of their blankets, relishing in a few more minutes of quiet, intimate connection. No words were spoken; none needed; just the mental conversationa of an appreciation of nature, and the extreme luck that allowed them to be together exactly as they were designed to be.

All was at peace with the world. That is, until the boys decided to go fishing and all of their poles were missing, as was Rowdy Rudy's monster truck.

#fanfiction #greta van fleet #slash fiction #sam kiszka #danny wagner #josh kiszka #jake kiszka #sanny #samxdanny #fluff #flirting #slow build #multi chapter #my writing #lulucrowproductions

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amzngphil-rp · 5 years

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The Ghost of Las Vegas|| Closed Phan AU

@danhowell-rp

Phil? What? Oh..*breath* sorry..who am I speaking to? Oh..let’s just say..it’s him..but better..and that voice is so sexy. Phil!..*breathes* What are you doing?...SHhh Beta...This can’t be you..it’s not like you.. It’s not...

Dan and Phil had just finished their honeymoon buzz, living comfortably in Manchester. Dan had gone into adolescent psychology, working as a school counsellor and working up to be a part of a larger program that helps out youth. He wore his ring religiously, he polished it twice a week and kissed Phil goodbye every day when he went to work. Things felt like a dream, he could get up in the morning and smile at his husband, go to work. He’s motivated, and Phil was motivating him. He was happy, Phil was happy. Zack became a bit of a joke to them and would show up routinely to settle a petty fight brought on by overworking and immaturity.

They hadn’t spoken much about children, much less how’d they’d do it. Their conversations about the future were just as small and baseless as their arguments. Phil was ready, he wanted the settled life of kids and a home with his husband and continue his work as a film production assistant and producer to PJ mostly because he’d gotten bigger and maybe getting some bigger things to work on at the same time.

He was going to get what he asked for, just maybe not in the way would want such a blessing to fall into their lap. It all started when an old friend was treating the newlyweds.

“Well I don’t care, I don’t like how handsy and possessive she is about you when we’re around each other,” Dan explained, brushing his teeth, then walking into their bedroom and putting the toothbrush and toothpaste into a small plastic bag and threw it into his suitcase.

“Dan, she’s just...a little too friendly. And I’ve already talked to her about it and she said that she’s going to talk to you and me so that we reach an understanding-” Phil started to explain before being cut off.

“I’m married. I’m not trying to ‘understand’ how a girl doesn’t know when to give up because she thinks she’s entitled to you in some weird way. I go through it enough..Why does no one think I can handle being with you?!” Dan snapped, face red with an upset. It was very annoying, “You...I know you’re not perfect and I’m not...the strongest, but you love me...why is that anyone’s business?-”

Phil understands, Zack is eating this up. He’s so enveloped in the fact that it gets him every time. And that he’s made all of their friends and some family against him because, honestly, he could do better. However, he’s so much easier to control than others- it doesn’t take much. As they finish their quick hug, he sighs at the other and gives him a smirk, “You’re gonna be okay with your parents?”

“Yeah, pfft! You kidding? Ever since we got married, they’ve been so excited about my married life and things, so I just get to keep talking to them about how things are going and what we share and all of that,” Dan explained, “Also my brother wanted to ask about my honeymoon..I’m looking forward to going home for the first time in a while..” He really was, and he wished he could have his man with him to make it all worth it, but Cat wants him, and he’s gotta be fair.

“Well I’m going to talk to her about taking over her lease in the states, so we have a summer home when she moves to Las Vegas...It’ll be nice, right?” Phil assured him, “It’s mostly business and catching up...she plays poker and stuff now, you know?”

“It just means she’s better at lying,” Dan giggled.

Cat and Phil hugged as he walked from baggage claim and quickly loaded his things into the car.

“Vegas, huh? It’s crazy thinking you live among all this...gambling and buffets..and water displays,” Phil started as Cat drove.

“I play poker competitively now...I’m really getting into it, and I really really needed the cash,” she explained, giggling. Her chest rising and falling with a big sigh.

“So uhh..you getting a smaller place right?”

“Yes, I am, and you guys said you wanted to take over my lease..I was wondering how..that was going to work,” she began. Phil sighs, “No, no, no! I mean it! You guys don’t have permanent citizenship in the US...”

“We do now..we have dual citizenship between here and the UK so that we don’t have to fly so far to go home to relax.”

“Well, what’s gonna happen when you guys have kids, you know?”

“Probably gonna keep the house, so they understand that their parents have a proper experience about our two places we love. We’d probably send them to school in the UK, though..summers, Christmas in the US, that kind of thing.”

“Oh...so..you guys have all the paperwork to apply then?”

“Oh yea, absolutely..”

“It’s a..pretty stressful process, you know, gotta make sure that your income and credit line up. Criminal background checks and...things..It’s Vegas, after all, they don’t need gangsters and mob bosses moving into their facilities temporarily and things like that.”

“Well I’m sure it’ll be a lot easier seeing as we’re just a gay couple,” Phil chided with a soft chuckle.

“You’d think so..it’s a little tricky,” Cat said slowly, making a turn towards the long road from the airport to her new apartment, “I just remembered that I left the keys at my place..uhh is it alright if I go and grab it?”

“Yeah, yeah...no problem. You can give me a tour while I’m there!” Phil said, looking at the upside.

Cat turned the car in the direction of her new place as they continued talking for some time; then an awkward silence fell over the vehicle. Phil knew what it was about. It was the same old conversation- well, argument.

“Phil, I am really proud of you for doing your thing and I’m glad I can help you anyway that I can,” Cat began after taking a deep breath.

“Don’t start,” Phil cut her off, knowing this beginning too well, “I can’t believe you’d even talk about this outside of our wedding day, you promised!”

“I know what I promised, but-”

“But nothing. You are not always going to bend rules and cross boundaries because you see something that you want-”

“Phil, all I know is that things weren’t this stressful when we were together. You weren’t bisexual when I met you. You and I were having so much fun-”

“Zach is why you liked me being with you,” he mentioned.

“Who the hell is Zach? I recall only being with you and what you and I did-”

“Cat-”

“Are you even replacing your memories of me with memories of another guy?! I cannot- actually cannot-”

“Catherine, shut the fuck up!” Phil snapped, causing Cat to immediately stop and look at the man and then quickly back to the road as they were at the stoplight. Phil was slightly panting and staring the girl down to imply that he was serious. “Zach- okay well, you see...Zach is me, but it’s a whole other part of me. He’s aggressive, sexual, and, more importantly, manipulative. I’m bisexual, yes, so what happened between us was real, but it’s only from what I remember. Back then, I didn’t really know or remember anything else. They’re Zach’s memories.”

“So...like a twin?” Cat asked, furrowing her brow as she finally was listening to Phil.

“Yeah, something like a twin. He just liked to come and go with my anxiety and I didn’t really know that until I was at the Youni and I got treated for it. They made me keep a journal for when I had any thoughts that weren’t my own, to Zach filling the book out himself and even though I love Dan, he’s his obsession. Meaning that good or bad, he wanted Dan. He had already worked you through and so he was setting up how things were going to be.”

“Oh...wow...so this apartment thing-”

“Is both an apology and me showing Zach who has control here.”

“That-That....It sounds like a really tough thing to go through. I’m sorry Phil...Well, why don’t I..uhh take you out, to dinner or lunch?! After the tours we can grab some food at this place that I take my friends to on their birthdays, I mean, it’s not your birthday, but you’ll like it a lot!” Cat said as they pulled into her parking space in her garage.

They toured the large suite and played with Beta for a little while before they grabbed the keys and went back out to the other apartment. Their drive had gone so normal and casual, like back when they were in school together. They hung close and when they got to the apartment, she looked at the large space again and sighed. Phil came up to her and put his arm around her shoulders. She leans into the touch and smiles at him rubbing her arm. He kisses the top of her head and walks her out of the apartment. “You’ll be okay, I promise. You’re gonna be the 20-time World Series of Poker Champion Cat Valdez with a.. I dunno, a Pepsi sponsorship...” Phil reassured her, knowing how hard it was for her to have to sublet and turn the lease over for the apartment to live in a smaller place with only one dog.

[Incoming Call: Daniel]

Hey Sweetie! How’s your jet lag?

*groans, sighs* Ugh..it’s harder when I didn’t have you to sleep with on the plane..

Oh baby...*chuckles softly*

How’s it going with the witch?

She uhh..took it well. She did come around to what was going on after I had explained...

But..?!

No-No! No “but”. She’s completely understood what’s going on and she told me that she apologizes for making our relationship hard and any part of our marriage hard...

Wow..well, only time will tell

I know, Danny...Let’s just be happy we can sleep in the states after this.

You mean sleep in the states alone?

Yeah, sleep in the states alone.

Hey, Phil..

Yeah?

Can we get an apartment in Japan, too? Cus we like being there, too!

Maybe. We’d have to prove we’d live there-

Well, the kids can live on their own or we can rent out the places and live only in Japan!

Okay..maybe later..

You promise.

I promise, husband.

Several Weeks Later....

Dan and Phil sit quietly, cuddled up and scrolling through Twitter and not really watching some TV show. They would exchange small kisses and jokes here and there and the two could not be happier or more at peace. Phil’s phone rings and when Dan sees it, he moves back a little, looking at him confused.

“She wouldn’t call you unless it’s important,” Dan reassured himself, and answered it for him, but quickly handed him the phone. He got up and grabbed the empty bowl on the coffee table and walked into the kitchen. Phil could hear water running as he washed out his bowl and heard Cat’s voice over the phone.

“Uhh is Dan there?” she asked, timidly.

“You know he is, he’s gone a stepped into the kitchen for a tick. What’s wrong? Is everything alright?” he asks, his stomach beginning to turn. To be safe, he put the call on speaker.

“So I don’t want to alarm you, but uhhhm. You said that when Zach is present, you like..don’t remember what happens bc it’s a completely different set of memories right?”

“Yeah...why? Did something happen?”

“It’s more of what already happened-”

“Catherine!” Dan piped up as he walked back into the room, “What the actual fuck are you saying?”

“I’m saying, before I was rudely interrupted, that I’m pregnant!” Cat said, now exulting a smile in her voice and now her distress sounds more like pride. He can hear her holding herself and laying her bed with Beta, biting her lip in anticipation.

“Ha, very funny. Nice to hear from you again,” Dan blurted, completely incredulous that she called them with a prank. The prolonged silence and distress on Phil’s face, soon melted his sass into rage, “Phillip Michael Lester-Howell....is she telling the truth?”

“I’m telling the truth. I’m 5 weeks already. They told me the time of conception was around the last time I saw Phil-”

Dan immediately hangs up the phone when he rips it out of Phil’s hand, putting it on the couch and storms into their bedroom. He was so blind with rage and upset. He did a few laps around their bed, and then went into the hall closet to grab his luggage. He began silently, yet aggressively packing much of his dark clothes as tears began to stream down his face.

Phil was frozen. The color he had left had vanished from his face and he was a statue. He called Cat back and took a deep breath, “What happened?” she asked before he could even say anything.

“Dan’s leaving,” he said gruffly and quiet, “And I don’t know what will happen next.”

“What will happen next...is that I come out to England and get the best maternal care that you have to offer me.”

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[Incoming Call: Phillip]

What?

Dan, h-how’s work going on for you? Alright yeah?

Yea I guess. How’s the alien doing? Is she done vomiting all over our house?

Not quite.

Where is she even sleeping? S-

Don’t. She doesn’t sleep with me. She sleeps in the guest room. She told me it’s more comfortable because our bed is too soft.

That’s good. So if I came over I could smell you all over my side.

Yes, I wish I didn’t have the whole bed to myself...

Well until the bed you made leaves, I’m standing my ground, babe. I miss you though...

This is stupid. Why can’t you live with her?

Because she hates me. You know that she hates me. And especially when she knows that we’re keeping the baby.

She’s a girl...

I know that, Phi-

No..I mean, she’s having a girl...We’re gonna have a daughter.

Oh...I wanted...*scoffs* I actually didn’t know what I wanted..(Is that Phil?)

Hey Bryonny...are you taking good care of Dan for me?

More than you’ll know! I appreciate you basically giving me a husband.

I’m only renting him out, so don’t get too crazy, okay Bry?

I get that. I barely see him. He’s usually out or he’s talking to PJ or Joey or something. Also he works, so he’s usually busy.

Keep taking care of him for me. And can you put him on again?

Sure thing love.

Babe, something is wrong..

I’m fine! Stop worrying so-

No I mean something is wrong with me..

What? You’re dying of a broken heart?

Daniel...I think Zach is gone..

What?! Are serious?

Yeah...I haven’t had an episode in a long time..No journal entries or anything. I think I need to go to the doctor...

Well that’s a good thing..right? No more Zach making your life hell?

I don’t have a good feeling about it..

Look babe. I know it feels weird not having him around, but it’s probably for the better. It should mean that it’s the start of new things to come.

If..If you say so...(Philly come here! She’s kicking!) Uhh I’ll see you later. I’ll come and visit some time this weekend. I’ll take you to lunch or something.

If I don’t have something to do but then, then I don’t see why not...

Alright (Phiiiill!)

You should go see what she wants. Look, I love you, miss you.

Love you, miss you...

#dan #phil #persephone

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theartsystem · 5 years

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the art system alters

Charlie-21 bisexual female brunette likes to show off her body half human half demon sexual angry loves to read isn't very active anymore just hangs out inside in her tree only gets along with sam and Annabelle likes cats flirty confident bulimic loves red and black

cade- 19 male straight brown hair very casual style alcoholic pothead protector loves jack daniels whiskey best friends with myth and jamie loves to draw has past memories from his life before being an alter likes cats hangs out in the woods his room or his closet has ADD and schizophrenia sweet kind and caring with a touch of asshole likes cats loves green

myth- 18 male gay white hair white cat ears and white tail half cat half human loves cats coloring and writing protector/caretaker best friends with jamie and cade but gets along with almost everyone calm caring mediator spends a lot of time in the caves loves lavender color and scent

Sam- 17 male straight brown hair skateboarder angry asshole hates everyone except Charlie destructive spends most of his time in his room getting high or drunk likes sloths loves red

Max- 15 male straight black hair cocky confident aggressive caretaker smart quick thinker kind caring sweet at times sometimes an asshole good at DBT coping skills good at keeping things somewhat stable loves the color purple has a twin brother Miles writes really big quick and messy hard to read at times

Miles- 15 male brunette shy insecure opposite of max but still really smart kind caring sweet trauma holder loves bunnies loves the color orange doesn't talk or front much usually only with miles

Jamie-13 male brunette black rayban glasses hipster style wears beanies/hats all the time loves pandas especially red pandas mostly calm but sensitive very sweet kind caring LOVES photography and writing doesn't do well when weather is bad loves light blue protector in training

Annabelle 9 female little brown curly wavy hair brown eyes loves bears loves pink and dresses dolls stuffed animals hot chocolate frozen moana kind of angry loves to sleep trauma holder

Danny- 3 male little short brown hair brown eyes loves dinosaurs and fin our bunny loves the color yellow like the sun loves to cuddle and sit in laps loves cookies and candy very sweet and loving he loves to color especially using our app happycolor

That's the system this is the system account where all the alters in the art system post whatever they want. might be getting some new alters not sure

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alotta-lovin · 7 years

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1-15 for the F/O ask meme with you n' Cronus!!!! >:00 (if you wanna, sorry if it's too many,,,)

Naaah i’m fine with it!! it’s fun doing these so don’t be discouraged honey-bun!

1. You find your F/O(s) crying, what do you do?Grab a blanket and put it over him, grab his stingray stuffie and hand that to him, then pick up one side of the blanket and hug him; probs turn on a show he enjoys or likes. and cuddle him. ♥ 2. You’re buying your F/O(s) presents, what do you get them?Hmm1.[ his half of a “couples” sweater thing that i’d order costumed to us!2.[ more than likely a blanket or something i tried to make…3.[ Probs more stingray plushies–(Thats all i can think of off the top of my head //shot)3. What are some of you & your F/O(s) common interests?Hmm, well we like lots of things honestly– Music is a big thing for us both; we bond tons over things related to the 50′s. fucking grease too man; thats a thing we both like. Musicals, singing; alone and or together. food– food is a nice thing too! mostly fries for us both though– 4. Do you have any inside jokes with your F/O(s)?Huh– I don’t think we do; well maybe. But nothing is coming to mind right now >

5. What little things remind you of your F/O(s)?

Some songs such as This one and this oneStingrays too– very much so.N’ small cheesy audio’s that i find on Musical.ly at times– or extremely cute affectionate ones–

6. Any kids with your F/O(s)?

YES! Jilian and Danny ♥ (Plus a set of twins which anyone has yet to see~)

7. Would you get a pet with your F/O(s)? If so what animal?Yes! we have my cat Pharaoh and my Lizard Zeke! and we’ve both agreed that a dog would be nice too! or another Cat

8. What’s something your F/O(s) like but you don’t?I don’t like myself very much– but he likes me a lot enough considering he’s with me– //shot.(Hell he makes me wanna love myself more–)

9. What’s something YOU like but your F/O(s) don’t?Him and i talk about it on occasion; more so when we’ve both had a rough day and his insecurities are starting to show up he tends to say “I don’t get vwhy you like me like this– i’d much rather be human–.” and that’s the thing that he doesn’t like i guess; its more so a wish. he would much rather be human– But i love him for who he is not what he is..i adore him no matter what he looked like as long as he was still him–.

10. Do you & your F/O(s) live together?Yes! we do! he moved in with me a little bit after we officially got together.

11. What’s a normal date for you & your F/O(s) to go on?To ice cream shops, the movies, Diners, just walking and talking around where we live we consider it a date. hell going to the beach or camping something like that is considered a mega date to us. or fancy really.

12. Ever had a awkward moment with your F/O(s)?

YEAH! When i finally noticed i loved him it kinda just slipped out—- i’ll quote it so you see what i mean–

I did– it. kinda just happened?? we were hanging, sitting on the couch across from each other and having a grand time and it just slipped out with me saying “God, I really do love you” , and mind you i had said i love you multiple times before, but he wasnt paying attention and i was seeing what he would say or do and it all resulted in him saying “Vwhat did you say?” “NOTHING!” or something like that. but when i finally said it out loud and didn’t notice if he was listening or not it was followed by silence and a purple faced fish boy on the other side of the couch as i’d just sit there for a minute before realizing what i said, and panicking with “I’m so sorry don’t listen to me i’ll just go and leave you be!-” and him just straight up saying “I love you too!” as i go to walk to my room and die in my pillows. it..it was cute. really cute. his fins wiggling and his face all purple n’ blushy it was adorable oh my god.

13. Who’s more of a cuddler, you or your F/O(s)? We both are! we both enjoy our cuddles with each other ♥

14. Who gets up the earliest, you or your F/O(s)?DEPENDS on which sleep pattern we are both on, if we are sleeping during the day is a matter of who gets up before 3 PM and if we are sleeping at night is a matter of who wakes up before 8 AM.

15. How would your F/O(s) react if you got hurt?Protective mode would more than likely go into full swing.Like lets say i cut my finger doing something in the kitchen (cause thats a normal thing for me) he would full on go full protective mode and grab the first aid and treat it properly.And if someone else were to hurt me (or bothering me in a way that im uncomfortable with, or really fucks me over emotionally) its a matter of me trying to keep him from fighting and telling him “I’m okay!” or “I’ll be fine lets go!” over and over again as im trying to pull him away

Thank you Anon so much for asking!! please feel free to again when ever you’d like about what ever you’d like ♥

#Alotta-asks #Asks #Ask meme #Fish n' Chips #jfklasdhflkjg it was lots but i enjoy answering things in bulk like this #i hope this gives you guys more info on Fish n' Chips ♥#Cronus ampora #self insert #selfshipping

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00qad-ldws · 7 years

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Week 1 Submissions

Below the cut are Week 1 submissions. The prompt was “Space”, the word count was 250 max and the genre was fluff.

Voting and comments will be open until Sunday 6/18 Noon EST.

Please vote here.

These writers stepped up to the challenge and provided some awesome content for the fandom to enjoy. Please consider commenting on the voting form. It’s an easy anonymous way to show some love and support to our writers!

Results and writers will be announced Sunday after voting is closed and comments will be emailed to the writers as well.

Title: The Final Frontier

Author: @brookebond

Rating: General

Warnings: None

Summary: Q shares his favourite show with the others.

“You actually enjoy watching this?” Bond asked, shooting Alex an incredulous look.

“It’s not too bad.” Alex shrugged.

“He’s in space and all he ever drinks is Earl Grey, hot.” Bond’s words making it seem as though hot tea was the worst thing in the world.

“And the whole ‘make it so’,” Danny joined in, happy to make fun of Q’s favourite character.

“If I hear one more bad word about Picard, I will erase you all,” Q cut in. It had been his idea to treat everyone to his favourite show. It hadn’t been his idea to start pointing out everything ridiculous thing. “Honestly, James, you know where the door is.”

“Don’t be like that.” Bond pulled Q tighter against him, pressing a kiss to his head.

“This is the last time I share anything with you lot,” Q huffed.

Every weekend they all watched something. Whether it was a movie or show, the four of them spent their Sunday’s together curled up on the couch. It was Q’s favourite day of the week, even if he was being ganged up on.

“I like it,” Alex said, smiling at Q when he looked over.

“Alex can stay. You other two can bugger off,” Q muttered, nuzzling into Bond.

“You can pretend you don’t love us, Q, but we know better,” Danny said, crawling over to join the cuddle.

Q smiled softly as Alex joined them as well, pressing Danny and Q between the two agents.

Sunday’s were the best.

Title: Sailing the Night Skies

Author: @themuller13

Rating: general audiences

Warnings: None

Summary: Gramps is on a space mission.

Pam was munching down the tender loins of the bird Turing had brought as a treat for their humans, none of whom had wanted to touch it—go figure—when suddenly a bright light illuminated the night sky above them. Turing rose from his perch on the balcony and watched, while Pam unabatedly continued dismembering the bird making small happy noises.

“That’s about your uncle,” Turing meowed quietly. “Listen!”

They heard their humans talking agitatedly and suddenly they came bursting out onto the balcony. Daddy had his computer with him and his twin pointed excitedly at the sky.

“It’s James, Q, look! He must have taken one of the escape capsules before the explosion!”

“There’s one more,” the virgin said, taking the twin’s hand and turning it towards another bright spot.

“Jaws and Dolly,” Daddy grumbled under his breath, his fingers flying across the keyboard.

Pam was listening, a few feathers still clinging to her fluffy white fur. Turing was weaving in between the virgin’s legs, hoping to be lifted up so he could follow the ongoings on the screen rather than watching the sky. He was always fascinated by Daddy’s way to deal with the bad guys, even when it made Pam angry. Her never faltering belief in world domination was an endless point of discussion between them.

“Found him,” Daddy exclaimed and the twin turned to hug and kiss him, before doing the same to the virgin who blushed adoringly.

Pam’s tail flicked in annoyance.

“One day, Turing, one day!”

Title: Hot Chocolate In June

Author: @sunaddicted

Rating: G

Warnings: mentions of claustrophobia

Summary: sometimes, Alex just needs to get out in the fresh air

Two bodies joined Alex outside and he didn't need to raise his gaze from the sharp line of the horizon to recognise them: Danny let himself gracelessly fall to the ground, while Q carefully lowered himself on the cushioning grass "James?"

"He's making hot chocolate!" Danny answered enthusiastically.

"It's the middle of June" Alex pointed out, raising his arm to to welcome Danny against his side when he snuggled closer.

While his claustrophobia had considerably abated, Alex still needed to get away from enclosed spaces sometimes - away from walls and still air, into an open space where the breeze could caress his face.

Q knew that, judging from the tenderness of his smile hidden behind an impish grin "So what?" Q arched an eyebrow "It's always a good time for hot chocolate"

Alex shook his head fondly and reached over to tangle his fingers with Q's, absurdly grateful for the younger man taking care of him.

"Look at you, all cosy" James chimed in, unloading the tray in Danny's grabby hands before sitting right behind Alex; always mindful of his lover's personal space, James didn't tug him against his chest.

Alex smiled as he let his body relax against James', laughing when the older man cruelly started tickling him "You'll make me spill the chocolate!" He protested even as he leaned in James' warm embrace, closer to those clever fingers: he had never felt so happy, the space around him holding all of his loved ones.

Title: Deafening Silence

Author: @iamanonniemouse

Beta: None, I went rogue

Rating: G

Warnings: None

Summary: Sometimes, when the noise in Alex’s head gets too loud, he has to retreat inside the house until the overstimulation goes away and he can process the outside world again.

Sometimes, when the numbers and patterns and rhythms and noises in Alex’s head get too loud, he has to retreat inside the house, wrapped in his favorite, softest blankets, until the overstimulation goes away, and he can process the outside world again.

The others have learned to recognize his Loud Days, and for that, Alex is grateful.

Bond, James Bond doesn’t know how to stay quiet on the best of days, so he hands Alex a cup of his favorite tea and leaves the house until Q tells him to come back home.

Q sits on the other end of the couch, or at the foot of Alex’s bed, or on the floor by his side and rambles about mathematical series and infinite loops and his newest computer programme. It’s enough to counteract the tangled mess in Alex’s mind, and familiar enough not to overwhelm him, but sometimes even that is too much, so Q simply plops one of his cats onto Alex’s lap and follows Bond, James Bond out the door.

And Danny.

Danny pulls out his favorite book, or queues up his favorite film on his laptop. Danny curls up against Alex’s side, a comforting, quiet warmth. And Danny sits with him, silent but present, as Alex sorts through the information in his own head.

And as the noisiness fades, and the world slips back into its normal calibrations, Danny is there for Alex to lean against, to touch. To anchor him to reality once more.

Title: There Were Four In The Bed

Author: @iambid

Rating: Gen

Warnings: None

Summary: Some nights there’s just not enough space…

There’s never enough space in their bed, despite James somehow managing to buy them the biggest one Q’s ever seen.

Most nights he is woken by James’s elbow or Alex breathing in his face or Danny wriggling like an eel. It drives him nuts when he has to extricate himself from the duvet and three sets of clinging limbs to avoid dying of heatstroke.

But on the nights after the days when everything has gone wrong at work he adores it. He loves the way Danny curls into his chest, his fingers unconsciously drawing circles on Q’s naked skin as he sleeps. Danny doesn’t really understand what Q does for a living, the stress and sometimes terror of being responsible for the lives of the agents in the field, but he knows enough to realise when Q needs comforting. Alex knows and he always finds a way to lie behind Danny and somehow embrace both him and Q at once. And James. James plasters himself up Q’s back, holding him so tight it feels like he’s pressing all the broken parts of Q back together, allowing him to relax and heal and be whole again. Q would be lost without them all. He tells them in the darkness, whispering as he relaxes into their gentle touches.

His whole life is packed into that overcrowded bed and although he never seems to have enough space he wouldn’t swap it for the world.

Title: Making Space

Author: @gwylliondream

Rating: R

Warnings: None

Summary: Alex goes for a run every morning.

A year ago, Alex had no space in his mind for anything but numbers.

Algorithms.

Statistics.

Strings of code.

The morning drizzle saturated his hair. The thuds of his footsteps pounded the sidewalk that followed the Thames.

Statistics.

Probability….

Alex grunted at the thought and came to a stop outside his front door. A year ago, the probability that Alex could have made space in his mind for anything, other than data, was slim.

With hands on his knees, Alex panted while his heartbeat slowed.

When Danny appeared one chilly London dawn, Alex’s world changed forever.

With his gentle eyes and filthy mouth, Danny tugged Alex's thoughts away from his equations, scattering slivers of data to the wind, making space for love.

Behind the front door, yet another sliver splintered away, leaving more space for brain games and programming wars.

Alex teased Q, holding his glasses above his head, making Q stretch his lean body against Alex. They’d collapse into a giggling mess of laughter that erupted from Alex's chest more often in the past year than it had in the lifetime before.

Chipped shards of data fell from Alex’s mind and made even more space for Bond. With the wisdom of age, the experienced agent gave comfort when Alex needed his brand of strength.

Cool sweat dripped down Alex’s back. He barely remembered what it was like to have numbers as his only companion.

Alex opened the door to their flat and stepped inside. His lovers welcomed him home.

Title: Summer in the City

Author: @blood-suits-and-tears

Rating: rated T (because of semi-nakedness and kissing)

Warnings: No warnings

Summary: Just a really hot summer in London

“It’s soo hot…” Q complained even though he was just wearing pants in bed.

James pretended annoyance “If you let me go shower like I wanted ages ago, you would

have more space and would be cooler…”

“Well, for once he’s right” Alex said, standing at the door, towel around his waist, on his way to get dressed.

“We haven’t seen each other for a while” Q still clung onto James and didn’t even think about letting go.

“We all haven’t, but sadly work is calling too”

There was a small noise coming from the other end of the bed, Danny was stirring and almost squished Q as he turned “Hmpf?...”

“Move? You’re all sticky” Q made a face. “...’is the heat” came the sleepy reply from Danny.

James couldn’t hold back a comment “You’re aware that you’re sticky too, dear Q”

“E-ew…” Q now tried to push the others away but failed. James saw his chance to leave the bed, but was held back. “You can come with, you know” James’ cheeky smile was lost on Q as he wasn’t wearing his glasses, but another hand reached out for him. “You too, Danny”

Suddenly awake Danny pushed Q out, so they could go have a cooling shower.

“You too” James pulled Alex with him. “But-“ Alex was shut up by a kiss, so he gave in and they all moved to the bathroom.

“But just for the record, we need more space. We need a bigger bed.”

Title: New Horizons

Author: @lille082

Rating: PG

Warnings: None

Summary: Danny honestly just wants to watch a movie.

Danny had hoped his partners would want to watch the movie too — there was action for James, plenty of outer space for Q and Alex, and some Matt Damon for him. But by the time Q finished explaining solar energetic particles to James and began a discussion with Alex about all of the variables needed to properly calculate oxygen levels to fill a habitat on the surface of Mars, Danny was just about ready to stop the movie and go to bed instead of finishing it.

Feeling how restless Danny was growing sitting on the floor in front of him, James reaches out, carding strong, calloused fingers through his hair. The tension leaves Danny’s shoulders at the touch and as James starts gently massaging his scalp, he's practically purring.

Alex laughs at a comment Q makes about one of the NASA technicians on screen and James shushes them. Q and Alex share a guilty look and settle back into the sofa, quiet for the time being.

James pulls Danny into his lap, startling a bright laugh out of him in the process. Smiles blossom on Q and Alex’s faces at the sound and Danny settles back, getting comfortable. He sighs happily, resting his head on his shoulder, twining their fingers together.

‘I’ll watch it some other time,’ Danny thinks as his eyes grow heavy and he drifts off to the sound of two of his lovers trying to name as many of Jupiter’s moons as possible.

#00qad ldws #00qad #Week 1 Submissions #VOTE #these are amazing #00q #inception #danny x alex #london cry #but its fluff this week

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ginnyweatherby · 7 years

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now this is a batb au literally no one asked for

okay friends sit down and listen up this is going to sound weird but consider this: Full House AU these probably aren’t in chronological order I just need to get this out of my head

Okay so Gaston is the widower in this, aka Danny Tanner

even though he says like he likes widows in the movie he definitely doesn’t like being one

especially when he has six strapping boys and a little girl to take care of

I don’t know who his wife was, nor is it really relevant here

when their mother dies the kids are thirteen, eleven, ten, eight, six, five and two

Lefou is kind of a combination of Joey Gladstone and Uncle Jesse

He moves into Gaston’s basement to help take care of the kids, because even though Gaston is raising them well, taking care of seven kids alone is next to impossible

he goes by Uncle Lefou to the kids

he’s the goofy uncle who reads stories with silly voices and tucks the kids into bed every night with Gaston and omg omg i’m crying

Gaston takes half of the brood and Lefou takes the other half to make bedtime easier

they swap the next night so it’s equal time with each kid

if the kids don’t feel comfortable going to Gaston for some reason, they go to Uncle Lefou because they know he won’t judge them but he’ll let them know his opinion without sugarcoating it

like when the oldest, about fourteen mentions something about trying a drink (this is def a reference to an actual full house episode okay) and Lefou is the one to sit him down and explain how dangerous it can be

he promises not to tell Gaston as long as nothing is to come of it, but if it does he will

just... take a minute to think about Gaston playing baseball with nearly a full team of kids in the backyard

Lefou plays catcher even though he’s horrible at catching a ball

He spends most of the games chasing after foul balls that he failed to catch

I’d also like to point your attention to macho man Gaston doing manicures and having tea parties with his little girl

HAVE I MENTIONED STANLEY YET

BECAUSE HE’S THERE TOO

Stanley is basically Aunt Becky please and thank you

Stanley works with Gaston, and when Gaston finds out he’s gay he just goes like WAIT WHAT I KNOW SOMEONE AND HE’S V LONELY

Stanley turns a lovely shade of red at this

Lefou does too when he realizes what Gaston has done

“Gaston just because he’s gay doesn’t mean we’ll hit it off”

spoiler alert: they hit it off

The kids totally ship it too btw they’re the ones really pushing for them to get together

Stanley eventually moves in with the family making the house feel smaller but it’s fine with them because what’s one more tbh

and since they’re jesse and becky that means they adopt twins amirite

they’re named Thomas and Richard ofc

the kids are always stuck in an endless loop of “go ask your father”

“go ask your father” “i have three please be more specific”

omg Lumiere’s son is totally the Kimmy Gibbler in this situation

Lumiere and Plumette would definitely have the most beautiful children ever jsyk

and being their child, he is the most hashtag extra person ever

their son is the one causing the most trouble, and stays at their house way longer than Gaston extended the invite for

they adopt a kitten named Antlers who gets into all kinds of trouble all the time

it is literally the most excitable cat that you could meet but for a family like theirs it worked

Lefou is the one to teach all of the younger kids to ride a bike horse

Gaston had taught the older ones when his wife was still alive but now he really didn’t have much time for riding anymore

He caught all of them after falling off at least once, even the ones Gaston taught

Lefou is the most surprised with how well the girl rode

she seemed to be the most athletic of all the kids

which was a feat in itself all of Gaston’s kids were ridiculously strong and athletic

except for maybe the third eldest

he was shyer and Gaston never really understood him

that didn’t mean he didn’t love him to death though don’t get me wrong

he and Lefou formed a close bond over the years

when he decided to take dance lessons/drama classes/something like that Lefou was the one to shuttle him to and from his rehearsals

His teacher got sick and almost had to cancel multiple rehearsals shortly before a big performance

Stanley volunteered and the kids absolutely l o v e d him

He eventually became an assistant to the teacher because he was so good with them

all three of them gave standing ovations even that time he fell over and nearly ran off the stage in embarrassment

Gaston brought flowers and even cried a lil what a proud Dad

when one of the kids got sick, each other the parents took shifts staying up taking their temperature and singing lullabies and cuddling them to sleep

of course when you have seven kids (nine if Lefou and Stanley adopt) it’s never just one sick kid

like that time Lefou cooked something bad and the entire house got food poisoning

Gaston is an even bigger baby when he gets sick than the kids so Stanley has to stay and rub his back and sing him to sleep too omg

Lefou is very good at coming up with lullabies on the spot he really should have been a songwriter not a house husband

when the daughter gets older and into boys and makeup and stuff Stanley is the one she goes to

Stanley likes to wear elaborate eye makeup most days and from the day she first shows interest, she never leaves the house less than #perfect

oh, and who is this boy she’s needing advice for???

BELLE AND BEAST’S SON PLS

Gaston is not a fan of his daughter dating but he’s known Belle’s family forever so it could be worse

as the kids get older, the three dads (because, essentially they are all the dads) notice the kids needing them less and less

they’re sad about it, but look how well they raised them

“you did good, Gaston”

“I think we all did, Lefou... you too, Stan”

I’m cryin’

#this has been in my drafts for days #i don't know where the idea came from but... here we are #disney #beauty and the beast #gaston #lefou #stanley #gafou #stafou #stanfou #gastafou #random ramblings

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