#dani in white tank top???

[ofthecaravel]

I know this is kinda messy but uhhhh hope it’s a decent contribution.

Oh and fair warning to everyone, it’s smutty

Also fun idea cause I noticed this after rereading it: take a shot every time Danni calls Sammi baby

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Sammi was sprawled out on her back in bed trying to keep her hands above her waist. She didn’t work today so she had spent the time in their apartment getting ready for when Danni returned from her shift as a bar tender, and she should be home any minute.

As soon as she heard foot steps approach their bedroom she got excited. She’d spent the entire day desperate for Danni’s touch, just some form of release.

Danni entered, expecting her princess to be asleep considering how quiet the place was at 10 at night. However, the sight in front of her instantly made her face beet red. Sammi had her legs bent and spread on the plush sheets with her small breasts on full display. She instantly recognized the rosy lace panties she’d given Sammi for her birthday a few months back. She also didn’t miss the small dark spot that had grown on them as she approached her girl.

“How was work babe?” Sammi asked sweetly as she sat up to be face to face with the curly brunette.

“Was fine..” She answered back, clearly distracted. “Didn’t have to break up any fights tonight.” She finished with a lick of her lips as she crawled in front of Sammi, eyes still fixed on her lower half. Danni was wearing a thick white tank top and loose black jeans that were rolled at her ankles. “What do we have here hon?” She asked, finally looking up to make eye contact with the bassist she was kneeling in front of.

“I need you Danni.” she replied while leaning forward with a pout, doe eyes piercing their target.

Next thing she knew, her hand had trailed down to trace between her thighs. Her fingers inched closer towards the center until they finally reached her sweet spot.

Next thing she knew, her hand had trailed down to trace between her thighs. Her fingers inched closer towards the center until they finally reached her sweet spot.

Feeling just how soaked Sammi had gotten, Danni took it upon herself to duck down and lick a stripe against the panties, causing Sammi to let out a small, sweet gasp, tilting her head back against the headboard.

Not being able to take the wait, Danni gently, and oh so slowly began to slip the ruined fabric off of Sammi’s legs. A smile grew on the smaller girl’s face as she knew she’d finally be taken care of properly.

“What do you want sweetheart?” Danny inquired from down below while lightly ghosting her hands underneath Sammi’s thighs.

“I want you to have total control. I don’t wanna be aloud to come til you say I can.” She concluded with a “Can you do that for me?”, breath a tad shaky.

Danni just looked at her with admiration and with a low voice told her “Anything forever.”

The taller girl proceeded to kiss and suck at Sammi’s clit, sending shocks through her body. With every sigh and moan that Sammi emitted, Danni could feel the pull in her own stomach increase with desperation.

“Honey, you’re soaking wet” Danny declared, quite impressed honestly.

“Haven’t touched myself in like a week”. Sammi admitted, eyes still shut,head tilted back.

“why not baby?” Danni questioned.

“.. Saving myself for you” Sammi answered shyly, opening her eyes and looking down at her hands.

Danni gets back up on her knees and tilts Sammi’s chin up with care to capture her glossed mouth in a soft kiss. “Y know that’s gonna make it harder to keep yourself from coming right?”

Sam narrowed her eyes playfully. “S’part of the fun right?”

Now Danni was really ready to get things going. But she had an idea first.

“Hold on one sec.” She scuffled off the bed and made her way to the record player in the corner. Pulling out a particular sleeve from a nearby shelf, she gently slides the record out and placed it on the player. After flipping a switch and dropping the needle, She made her way back over to Sammi. Since I’ve Been Loving You by Led Zeppelin starts to play in the background.

Danni takes a seat at the edge of the bed but doesn’t crawl in. “On my lap baby.”

Sammi immediately obeys. She typically does. And besides she was far to needy right now to act bratty.

Before she positions herself on the drummer’s lap, Danni spreads her own legs and pats the thigh of her right one. This signals to Sam that she’s in for a ride.. quite literally.

After securing herself on the clothed thigh, Sammi was met with a thumb pad to her mouth and gratefully took it in. She accidentally bites a little to hard.

“Ah” Danny hissed “careful baby”

“Mm sorry” Sammi apologized

“That’s alright honey, I bet it just feels too good doesn’t it” Danni reassured, lowering her voice a bit.

“Mmm hmm!” Sammi hummed, taking the thumb back into her mouth. She began to ride like her life depended on it.

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After about 20 nonstop minutes of kissing, hair tugging, and Sammi humping Danni’s now soaked thigh, Danni decides to pay some attention somewhere else. She leans down and takes one of Sammi’s nipples in her mouth, needily attending to the bud.

This just about sent Sam over the edge.

“I can’t fucking hold it anymore dan dan” Sammi declared with her arms resting on Danni’s shoulders.

“Don’t say that princess, i know you can wait a little longer” Danni insisted “it’ll feel so good once I let you come, and you know you deserve to feel good”

Sammi moaned low and needy at that. She wanted to feel good! And she wanted to be good for her girlfriend.

“Say it for me sweet girl, say you deserve to feel good”

“UNHH” Sammy let out, head falling back slightly and pace increasing on the drummers thigh. “I-”she interrupted herself with a sharp gasp when Danni started rubbing at her exposed clit. “I WANNA FEEL GOOD, I DESERVE TO FEEL GOOD! PLEASE MAKE ME FEEL SO SO GOOD!” At that point she begun babbling and Danni decided she had earned it.

“That’s it babygirl, come for me. You’ve worked for it”

Sammy immediately sped up against the denim as she releases the tension in her body and finally allowed herself to claim her pleasure. She slumps against Danni who begins to quietly coo in the subs ear while raking her fingers in her hair.

“You did so good darling.” Danni praised, making Sammi feel all fuzzy inside.

“Wanna hop in the shower?” Danni asked, already knowing the answer.

“Yes please.” Sammi now shot up. She wasn’t sure whether to prepare for a round two, or a surprise hair wash from Danni. If she’s lucky maybe both..

anon........just thank you

[thefunkfactory]

Hair Dyed, Brain Fried

Dani was due for a haircut. Deciding to buzz it he went to the salon and had his stylist go to town on his hair. After buzzing it all off, Dani decided that he wanted it dyed blonde as well, so after applying and washing out the dye Dani left the salon with a bleach blonde buzzcut making him look a little gay. For a few hours he was rocking the blonde buzz, he sent a pic to his friends and they all loved it but then after a while he started to feel weird.

He was laying in his bed at home scrolling through tiktok and instagram when his head started to feel tingly. It was like he was having an allergic reaction to something in the hair dye that was causing his head to start pounding. Grabbing his head, Dani got up from his bed and rushed to the bathroom and flung the medicine cabinet open looking for some Tylenol or Ibuprofen. He reached for a bottle of Tylenol he saw in the cabinet when he got a jolt of pain shooting through his brain. Recoiling his hand back to his head he put his chin down towards his chest and grimaced as his head was pounding with pain.

Suddenly the pain stopped as quickly as it started and Dani looked up at the mirror “Huhuhuh hey good lookin” Dani hit on his own reflection. “Hey! Are you copying me dude?!” He yelled at his reflection after it had just “mimicked” what was said. Unbeknownst to Dani the pain that he had just experienced was from the hair dye, however it wasn’t an allergic reaction, it was the dye reacting to his above average intelligence. No blonde beauty could be smart, blondes are best when they are dumb. Looking at his reflection Dani instinctively flexed his arms, as soon as he did so they immediately ballooned up to arms like a bodybuilder. Watching it happen the freshly dumbed-down Dani began to chuckle as he watched his arms grow, “huhuhu look at my gainz bro!” he said while looking at his arms. He kept staring at the mirror as he looked down at his puny chest, sad that he was so poorly endowed he playfully tried to pump his pecs. At first nothing happened but then his chest started to grow with massive muscles that began to bounce on his command. Dani was ecstatic. His chest began to twist and turn and he lifted up his shirt, he watched as his smooth stomach turned into a sculpted mass of muscle.

Next he looked down at his legs and watched the two sad and puny straw legs he had develop into huge slabs of strong muscle in just a matter of seconds. The next thing to happen was that his feet began to expand

and get itchy. He sat on the floor of his bathroom and ripped off his shoes, being met with the smell of sweaty socks and athlete's foot, Dani guffawed at the foul smell

coming off of him. Getting back up he realized that he must’ve worked up a sweat getting those stinking shoes off because his entire body now glistened with sweat and he could smell something floating around him. Dani’s dumb mind had a hard time locating the source of the smell but then he lifted his arm and at the base of his arm he found the foul stink of his B.O. He stuck his hand into his armpit and rubbed it around the damp crevice, pulling it back out he sniffed his hand and began to drool as his tongue rolled out of his open mouth. Dani looked back at the mirror and watched as his neck filled in with

muscle and his face began to shift and contort until what was staring back at him was a muscle head with no brain between his ears.

Dani was so satisfied with the dumb stud looking back at him in the mirror. Dani got undressed and changed into a pair of sweaty gym shorts, a white tank top with yellowing pit stains, and a smelly pair of sneakers. He picked up a baseball cap from his dresser and put it on his head and took off to the gym.

[loserboysandlithium]

Hiii Dani - here’s a horny thought for you

Eddie coming home from a bad day at work and dropping to his knee’s in-front of you, begging you to let him eat you out… because work was just sooo hard and the only thing that will fix it is being crushed between your thighs

*giggling and fucking blushing*

Picturing his hair tied back in a low bun, loose curls framing his pretty face. His gray mechanics shirt with the little cursive Munson embroidered on the pocket hanging loosely over his white tank top. His hands and face both covered in grease as he looks up at you with a little pout.

“Need you, sweetheart. I’ve had the longest fuckin’ day.” he hums as his dirty fingers creep up your outer thigh, pushing your skirt above your hips.

“Please, baby. Need to taste that sweet pussy. Want you to fucking suffocate me.” He groans as his lips skate across the soft skin of your inner thighs. His warm breath sends shivers throughout your entire body as he finally reaches your wet pussy.

“Mmm.. my baby missed me, didn’t she?” he chuckles briefly at the sight of your soaked panties before his face is buried between your thighs, moaning into your drenched pussy as all of his worries from the day fade into nothing. His only focus on is on you and making you cum again and again and again.

I need him in between my thighs right now 😩 what is life

[drvirgus]

Hiii!! So these past few days I've been into playing billiards soo is there any chance you can do female reader teaching minji how to play billiards properly and the other members and maybe staffs just secretly taking a picture/video of the both of them🥹

hopefully you like it 🥰🥰☺️☺️☺️☺️

Minji X Reader

Thank you, Unnie

One Shot:

Warnings: None.

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With a frown on my face, I stared stubbornly at my phone. I had been scrolling through Instagram for hours, probably having seen every single reel by now. I kept refreshing the page, but nothing new appeared. Sighing, I leaned my head against the armrest of our couch.

I was bored...

Normally, Hyein and Danielle were always around, annoying me. Why not now?!

I sighed once again and started humming. My eyes fixed on the ceiling until suddenly, Danielle's frequent song came to mind. "Vanessa Kang, I miss you," I sang in the same beat as Dani, of course. "Vanessa Kang, where are you? Vanessa Kang, why you'd not come?" I chuckled lightly at my own behavior.

"What's up?"

Startled, I jerked and looked with wide eyes at the person who was just staring at me. I sat up abruptly and stared at the younger one with my mouth agape. "Is this your song for appearing now?" I asked, laughing slightly, but the younger one seemed a bit confused by my words. Her head tilted slightly as she approached me with slow and sluggish steps.

Without saying anything, she stretched out on the couch, her head resting on my legs. My hand, as if it were natural, in her hair. My fingers ran through her long black hair. A small smile on her face as she blissfully closed her eyes. "What are you doing here all alone?" Haerin asked after a short silence, during which I continued to stroke her hair and occasionally massaged her scalp.

Haerin hummed blissfully, but opened her eyes when I didn't respond. A laugh escaped my throat as her forehead now furrowed a bit due to the lack of words in this conversation. With a smile on my face, I watched as the younger one slowly sat up and looked at me in disbelief. "Will you answer me?" she asked, now starting to snort a bit.

A laugh escaped me as I shook my head amusedly. "Do you talk like this with older people?" I asked as I playfully placed my hand on my chest, pretending as if it hurt. Haerin automatically rolled her eyes. "I talk like this with my friends," she replied, causing me to nod shortly after.

"I'm bored to death," I replied shortly, making Haerin raise her eyebrows. She hesitated visibly and looked around for a short while. "Why? Are you done already?" she asked as she assessed me from head to toe. "But you don't look like it," she added shortly after, tugging at my blue and plain pajama pants.

"Done with what? Why?" I asked, visibly confused, prompting Haerin to look at me inquisitively. Her eyes widened shortly after, and she covered her mouth with both hands. "Oh," she uttered as she seemed to curse herself. My curiosity grew, and I immediately approached the younger one. "What is it? What?" I asked, already smiling.

"Oh nooo. Haerin. What did you say?" I suddenly heard from another person. My eyes widened, and immediately I felt my heart beat much faster, and my stomach turned. As if on cue, I sat down normally. My gaze lowered a bit, and my fingers started playing with each other as I felt my cheeks visibly blush.

Minji was there. Dressed in jeans and a white tank top, she was drying her wet hair with a towel. Her eyes were on me and Haerin as she started sighing softly. "Did you tell her?" the leader of Newjeans asked, and her eyes shifted to me. A slight smirk appeared on her lips. "Unnie," my head shot up immediately, and I stared at the taller person with my mouth open. "Get ready," the younger one demanded, and almost instantly, I stood up, banging my knee loudly against the coffee table.

I whimpered in pain but quickly disappeared, embarrassed, into the bathroom. My face now even redder, and my heart threatened to leap out of my chest. With deep and slow breaths, I tried to calm my heart down. I must not... I must not fall in love with Minji, but it was already too late...

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"Where are we?" I asked as my eyes widened. The entire hall was empty, and my grin only widened when I saw dartboards on the walls and several billiard to ping pong tables scattered in the room. Happily, I turned to my members, and each of them suddenly started to smile.

"This is a thank you from us," Danielle said, and everyone nodded. Now, my forehead wrinkled in question, "Thank you for what?" I asked as my smile slowly faded. Hyein and Danielle exchanged glances, while Haerin nudged Minji forward. Hanni had her phone in hand.

Minji laughed. Her hand wandered to her hair as she scratched her scalp a bit. After taking a deep breath, she looked straight into my eyes. My breath caught, and a nervous smile formed on my face. I slowly looked up, directly into her eyes, which made Minji smirk a bit.

"Thank you for being there for us. Without you... honestly, I don't know what we would do without you," Minji said, lightly laughing, although it seemed to stem from her nervousness. I smiled as I looked at each of them, "Oh, come on. It works because each of you puts in effort," I replied. "Thanks, guys," I added, now a bit softer.

Hanni clapped her hands, "Let's go. I finally want to beat Y/n in one of the games," Hanni said as her hands landed on my shoulders as if by habit, and she pushed me towards the dartboards. We immediately started playing, with Minji clearly struggling.

She seemed unable to control her strength, repeatedly hitting the wall, causing the dart to bounce off and almost hit one of us. "Take cover! It's Minji's turn," Hyein giggled, and everyone took a few steps back. However, I just shook my head amused as I watched Minji start to pant angrily.

With a smile on my face, I approached the taller woman, "Here," I started as I corrected her hand on the dart. "Don't grip it with your whole hand. Just use your three fingers," I instructed the younger one, noticing her surprised look. I smiled encouragingly, "I always close one of my eyes and then throw only from the elbow," I said as I corrected her throwing arm.

"Now throw. Gently," I said, watching as Minji, the woman who made my heart beat faster, finally hit the dartboard, and the arrow stuck. With wide eyes, we looked at each other, and almost immediately, Danielle squealed. Overjoyed, Minji wrapped her arms around my waist, pulling me into a tight hug. The blush on my face was hard to miss.

My hands on the younger one's back as I let myself fall into this embrace. The scent of the younger one completely enveloped me, numbing my senses. My heart raced a thousand times faster, my skin burned, and my muscles started to twitch. The warmth she radiated made me close my eyes for a few seconds.

"I-"

"Unnie. Unnie. Unnie," Hyein said, prompting me to break the hug. I saw the youngest of us jumping excitedly on the spot, "Now it's my turn. Show me too!"

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"Ha. Loser," Hanni's voice rang out as she provocatively stuck out her tongue at Minji, who once again failed to hit the white ball. More accurately, she did hit it, but with the side of the billiard cue. This was a common sight with beginners. The finger positioning was wrong, the entire stance was wrong, not to mention the strength.

Minji now pursued a laughing Hanni with the cue in hand, while I, quite relaxed since I had my own cue, sank one of the balls. Hyein, who was on my team, jumped up joyfully. However, Danielle, who was on the opposing team with Minji and Hanni, groaned, "Unnie, stop being so good," with a pout.

Hyein quickly nullified Danielle's statement by simply encouraging me further. With a smile on my face, I weighed my options. I was a sore loser... But, if the others wouldn't have fun, I would feel more sorry. Sighing, I focused on the ball, aiming to miss it in a way that no one would notice it was intentional.

The rounds continued until it was Minji's turn again. "You suck. Let me play instead," Hanni said, rolling her eyes. "I just want to beat Y/n-Unnie for once," Hanni added, explaining why she didn't want Minji on her team. I chuckled amused, but stopped when I saw how offended Minji was by this remark.

"If you don't want her on your team, then I'll take her," I said. "You can have Hyein," I added, causing Hyein to complain. Hanni immediately agreed. With a smile on my face, I gestured for Minji to come over to me. "Shall I show you?" I asked as my eyebrows raised.

Minji swallowed and nodded. Her eyes followed every one of my movements, making me nervous. With a smile on my face, I first showed her the grip without touching her, but she couldn't get it right, so I adjusted her grip on the cue myself. I also showed her the different grips. "Either you make a circle with your thumb and forefinger and place the cue in the circle or on the circle," I instructed as I demonstrated one of the grips.

"This grip is also easy," I said as I now tensed my fingers into a claw and placed my fingertips on the billiard table. The cue between the knuckles of my index and middle fingers. Minji nodded in understanding. I smiled amusedly, "But I find my grip the easiest," I started as I now balled my hand into a half-fist and only curled my index and middle fingers. The cue on the index finger.

I handed the cue back to Minji and watched which grip she would use. With a smile on my face, seeing Minji use my favorite grip, I leaned in closely. My chest pressed against her side, while my hand corrected her finger and hand position. Our faces were only inches apart. My breath caught as my mouth opened slightly.

Minji's nose was dangerously close to mine, and the temptation to just kiss her grew with each passing second. I noticed Minji's eyes now drifting to my lips. My breath hitched, and my eyes also briefly wandered down to her. The world around me vanished like blown away.

"Min-"

"Y/-"

I heard a soft giggle and shortly after, someone hissed in pain. Surprised by these sounds, I stumbled back a few steps. My face now completely flushed as I realized that Minji and I were really about to kiss!

Damn it, Danielle!!!

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"That was truly hell," Haerin said, rolling her eyes. Immediately, the others agreed, while Minji and I sat on the couch, holding hands. Hanni laughed as she showed us another photo, "It was like your first date. You were too nervous to really talk to each other, but somehow the tension was there," Hanni said as she showed Minji and me the photo she took back then.

I looked at the photo and chuckled. A slight blush on my cheeks. I remembered that moment well. Minji and I, at the billiard table, as I showed her the grips. We were on the verge of kissing.

"Danielle mostly just disturbed, though," Danielle said, causing Hyein to complain, "Hey... I may have... forgotten the plan a bit, okay?" The youngest complained, prompting everyone to roll their eyes, and I just started laughing. I felt Minji intertwining our fingers, "You liked me even then?" she asked, making me nod.

Annoyed, she groaned, "So, I could have kissed you?" she asked again, making me laugh, as the others, except for Danielle, looked disgusted. I just grinned as I placed a kiss on my girlfriend's cheek, "You can kiss me anytime."

[julieverne]

Infinity goes both ways (and so do we)

Angela was exhausted and filthy when they got back to the cabin. Kirk was gone, but they'd saved Dani, somehow. Angela was all instinct and somehow she'd been right. Brennan couldn't explain it, couldn't account for it.

Booth said goodnight and went back to the hotel. Neither of them noticed, worn down by the long days of anxiety.

Angela hadn't cried. She sat on a chair, a boot still on one foot, as though she'd given up partway through removing them. Brennan removed hers and knelt by Angela, undoing the buckles and zips and laces. Her khaki pants were red with dirt, her white tank sweaty and dusty too.

She was gorgeous.

Brennan knew this intellectually but she'd never noticed it so viscerally before. Exhausted, grieving, filthy, her hand resting on Brennan's skull and digging in under her hair to rub her scalp, then the back of her head, her neck, where she held her tension.

Brennan closed her eyes and rested her head against Angela's knee for a moment, felling small and safe and loved. She knew that if she'd gone missing in the desert Angela would have fallen rather than leave the red dirt alone.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked finally, Angela's fingers gently stroking through her hair.

"A shower," Angela groaned. "No, a bubble bath, but I'll settle for a shower."

"You did good work today," Brennan told her. "You saved a life all on your own."

"I wasn't on my own," Angela said mysteriously, then discarded her filthy tank top. She stood and shucked off her pants; the cabin was close quarters, but even so.

Brennan looked away and stood.

"How much water is there?" Brennan asked practically.

"I'll be quick," Angela said, but it wasn't the answer Brennan had been looking for.

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Angela was quick, and she dressed in the same kind of clothes when she came out - a white tank (clean) and soft exercise type pants, the stretchy kind that clung to her hips.

Brennan licked her lips and looked away.

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Angela was curled on the folded out bed when Brendan came out. She watched Brennan dress with a blank face, and it scared her. Angela was always so expressive. Brennan sat next to her and reached out tentatively, resting her hand on Angela's back.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked softly. Angela rolled over to face her, and Brennan's hand ended up, somehow, on Angela's breast.

It was soft, beneath the thin cotton. Angela hadn't noticed so Brennan moved her hand down to Angela's ribs.

"What are you offering?" Angela asked, her voice low and serious.

"What do you need?" Brennan asked again, and Angela sat up slowly, considering Brennan like a piece of art. She traced the line of Brennan's jaw with her finger, then the curve of Brennan's lips, meeting Brennan's eyes.

There was desolation there, grief and regret. But there was also respect and love and something else, something intense.

"What are you offering?" Angela asked again, and this time Brennan understood.

She understood what Angela needed.

She closed the distance between them quickly, kissing Angela, who had soft lips and tasted nice.

"I want to forget," Angela mumbled against Brennan's throat. "I want to feel safe and loved."

"I don't know if I can manage that," Brennan said dubiously, but Angela chuckled.

"You already do," Angela told her, her eyes soft and gentle laughing at her. Not in mockery, but out of affection.

"Oh."

It was slow, slower than Brennan would have expected if she'd expected this. Angela was so impulsive and passionate, but she took her time with Brennan. Brennan wasn't used to so much attention; men typically sought one thing from her but Angela wanted everything, gave everything. Without cotton in the way, her breasts were even softer, even nicer.

Brennan had never considered herself as gay or even bisexual. She had trouble relating to or forming connections with women. With men, once she could prove she was mentally superior, she'd won. But with women there was an underlying unspoken code, something Brennan couldn't read or fit into.

Angela had never tried to make her fit. She'd taken Brennan at face value, but she'd always seen so far beneath too.

Brennan had liked other women's bodies, but not enough to engage in social niceties with them for long enough to get access to them.

Angela kissed her again, her teeth finding Brennan's lip and tugging it gently before her mouth dropped to Brennan's throat, making her moan, caressing Angela's breast.

"You don't..." Angela pulled back, flushed and breathless. Her temperature was slightly raised, and her nipples were hard, her breasts plump with bytracked blood. "You don't have to. I'll be okay. If you don't want to, I know you don't like women."

"I don't like women," Brennan admitted. "But I also like men. I like you."

"I like you too," Angela said shyly, half-baked in lamplight, her dark skin almost glowing. Brennan kissed her first this time, reached for Angela's pants, laughing as Angela struggled out of them. Angela huffed and reached for Brennan's track pants, pulling them off in one practiced move.

From there it was easy. Brennan found she had instincts of her own, and enough time to analyse Angela's body to find multiple ways to satisfy her. Skin against skin, and Angela's skin was so soft and luxurious, her hips and torso deliciously padded, nothing hard or harsh about her. Just soft kisses, soft bodies, soft touching. Angela ran her fingers through Brennan's hair as she lowered her mouth to the warmest part of her, and Angela made eye contact right as Brennan made contact too, the look in her eyes almost overwhelming with affection.

"You're crying," Angela accused her later. Brennan wanted to deny it but when she touched her cheeks they were wet.

"So are you," Brennan pointed out, and she kissed a tear away from Angela's cheek.

"I always cry when something beautiful happens," Angela said lowly, but she let herself be held against Brennan, let herself sob against Brennan's bare chest while she coddled her the way she wished she'd been held and loved as a child, always too afraid to ask. Angela had done the same for her, without asking what Brennan had needed, and Brennan wouldn't have expected to need this.

It had been welcome, and it had been beautiful, and she loved Angela with everything she had within that could love.

But she wasn't in love with her. She had no romantic feelings for her; she loved her exactly as she was, as a friend, as a lover she'd taken once.

"You're lovely. Thank you." Angela nuzzled into Brennan, her body warm and comforting where it lay over Brennan. Brennan never stayed the night, but this was different. It wasn't just sex, and it felt like there were no expectations for a relationship. It was just them, comforting each other after a very hard day.

Brennan dated infrequently and didn't get attached. She was attached to Angela in a different way. Angela was the same but opposite; she dated frequently but remained unattached. She let her fingers trail over Angela's skin - so soft and smooth, so dark against her own, so gorgeous in the lamplight. It was like they were at an impasse, at a crossroads. Brennan couldn't lose Angela. She needed her too much. She loved her too much.

But that was a problem for the morning.

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When Brennan woke, Angela was propped on one elbow, looking down at her.

Angela stroked her cheek and leaned down to kiss her, none of the passion of last night, just a gentle tenderness and affection that made Brennan ache in ways she hadn't the night before. In her chest.

"Amazing as that was - and it was amazing -"

"I know," Brennan said shortly, because she knew all the reasons why they wouldn't work, and she'd only just realised some part of her wanted this to work. "We're friends."

"Sweetie..."

"I know. I agree."

"Okay," Angela said, but she kissed Brennan again, all soft and slow like she meant it, like she loved Brennan without reservation. "I don't think I've ever felt so safe as I did last night. I trust you completely."

Brennan brooded for a moment.

"I feel safe with you too," she said, not meeting Angela's eyes but still catching the heartbreaking compassion that lived there behind them. "I have to get back to DC, and it's not that I mind anyone knowing about this, or that I'd be against doing it again under less tragic circumstances, but Booth will be insufferable if he even suspects..."

"He's already insufferable," Angela laughed, but she retrieved their strewn clothes and tugged on her own. "Thank you," Angela said finally. "You were just what I needed."

[myloveforhergoeson]

tw: discussion of scars + childhood injury

“woah… what’s this?”

gingerly, roxy caught james’ left wrist between her calloused fingers, turning his forearm to face her direction as they cuddled on one of the many lounge chairs by the pool. with his well maintained tan from hours spent in the los angeles sun, the thin white line was almost impossible to spot; she’d certainly never noticed it before today.

thumb swiping over the scarred area, she felt james slightly flinch at her touch. “it’s nothing… old injury.”

removing the right arm slung around her waist, he shifted to the left a bit, dark sunglasses obscuring the look on his face. he covered the mark with his hand for a moment, palm over the area like a bandaid, before taking a breath and gathering his girlfriend in his arms once more.

with her ear to his chest, she could hear his heart race. though that might be due to their proximity, the feeling of his palms growing clammy on her bare skin told her otherwise.

she silently praised her choice of a red crop top for the day.

“i’ve got one on the back of my leg,” she said in response to the chill, moving her right foot into the air and wiggling it a bit to ease the tension she could sense radiating off of him in waves. “one of dani’s dogs didn’t like me very much. i got too close to her one day and she really decided to let me know… god, that shit hurt like hell.”

one of his brows raised, signifying she’d caught his attention. “you had to know that she didn’t like you. dogs are super vocal about that type of thing aren’t they? like, missy really hates logan. we think she can sense he’s more of a cat person.”

“i know you’re not blaming me for being viciously bit by a crazy animal right now. everybody else loves me! why should i assume bear felt any different?”

air shot out of his nostrils in a silent chuckle, tickling the top of her head, almost going unheard against the chatter of other hotel patrons on the deck around them. “the dog was named bear?! baby, you were totally asking for it!”

visions of the black labradoodle ran through her mind, much like how bear loved to run through dani’s family’s large, open property. “she was a total sweetheart when mag and dani were around her… maybe she doesn’t like gorgeous, talented women or something.”

james’ nose exhale turned into full on laughter, roxy practically bouncing off his chest as his body shook at her words.

from the table beside their lounger, roxy reached out to take a drink of the lemonade she’d picked up from the cafe, offering the cup out to her boyfriend as well.

after a long, slow sip, james’ free hand set it down before sinking into her long hair. instinctively, her arm draped around his waist. “i forgot to put the blade guards on my skates after practice one night. coach worked us so hard that day i was just happy to get off the ice and get home; too distracted by what my mom might be making for dinner to think straight. walked out of the arena with my bag in one hand and my stick and skates in the other, hit a patch of black ice before i reached her car, and ended up cutting myself up pretty darn good.”

just the thought of the sharp, stainless steel of an ice skate anywhere near her skin caused a shiver to crawl down the girl’s spine. “that must have been awful…”

“well a trip to the er, sixteen stitches, and a bunch of ibuprofen later i was feeling just fine. i think my ego was more bruised than anything. my mom was super freaked though.”

“well yeah,” roxy nodded, finger rising to trace the lines of the soft black tank top james wore, “any mom would be worried about such a substantial injury. i’ve never had stitches but i imagine sixteen means it was very big and very deep.”

closing his eyes, james took another breath. “deep? yes. big? eh. nothing like the time carlos got a metal plate put in his head.”

“jesus christ. i’m going to pass out just thinking of it…” her hand curled into a fist, taking the smooth fabric with it.

a few kids from their class were starting up a game of volleyball in the pool in front of them, sounds of shouting and splashing water distracting the writer from their conversation momentarily.

“but you’re right,” james continued. “my mom was worried - just not about me. more about the mark it would leave than anything… she even called an emergency meeting for her product development team to start work on a scar cream. i still use it to this day.”

roxy chose not to comment on the success of the cream if she was still able to see the mark that remained on her boyfriend’s skin, though her heart panged at his words. clearly, brooke’s concern had reached him, just for the wrong reasons. she saw it in the way he instinctively covered the area when she’d mentioned it, in the solemn way he discussed the product he still used, months, maybe years, after his accident.

without thinking, her fingers caught his wrist again from where they tangled in her locks and pulled his forearm to the sun once more. the scar stood out more prominently to her now, and now she couldn’t even remember what he looked like without it. it was part of what made james james. “she shouldn’t have made you feel that way... it was an accident; you were seriously hurt. who cares what it would look like in the future? what should have mattered was your safety in that moment and beyond.”

he didn’t respond to her, gaze somewhere off in the distance behind the tint of his shades. this time, when roxy swiped her thumb over the area, he didn’t jump.

“we all show concern in our own way i suppose,” he whispered into her hair, placing a kiss on her crown before resting his chin there.

as they cuddled by the pool, james hugged roxy just a little bit tighter.

[agentsquirrelsgotrobots]

IT'S ALIVE!

Here's a little morsel from the mafia au that i have been neglecting.

Blades found Chase smoking on the roof of the firehouse. Not just in his holoform, but in his bot mode too, the cygar in his fingers translating into a vape in the hands of his smartly dressed holoform, his white tank top and black, calf length pencil skirt not passing Blades's notice.

"Chief insisted on changing your holoform again buddy?"

"No, in fact, I changed it because I wanted to."

"Hm. At least he's giving you that. I've been trying to try out a femme holoform since I married my love. She isn't a fan. She's just a lot more picky about that than I was expecting. I know she is bi, but I just can't figure out what she likes!"

Chase smiled. "Let me guess, you keep wearing black or a pilot's uniform whenever you show off a new customization?"

Blades looked sheepish. "Yeah?"

Chase turned off the cygar and gave Blades a look. "You and I both know that Dani doesn't like it when you step on her toes and rarely wears dark clothing out of uniform. May I recommend wearing a bright sundress or maybe something casual? A pastel, low v neck t-shirt, some neutral flats, and jeans might be enough to convince her. I know how much you like your femme holoform."

Blades smiled. "Thanks, Chase! I gotta go change!" Blades ran back to the lift, giddy with excitement.

Chase shook his head. He and Blades really didn't know what they were getting into when they promised themselves to their partners. Chase put the cygar away and took out his promise medal, the shiny black metal engraved with prayers and promises in both English and Cybex. The date carved near the top seemed both so close, yet so far. Two summers. The wedding was two years away. 27 months, 7 seasons, and Cody's 14th and 15th birthday away. Heatwave's third death anniversary would be less than a month before, and it was two months after Blades and Dani's fourth wedding anniversary, and three months before the bots' five year anniversary of coming to earth.

It didn't feel real.

None of it did.

Chase heard the roof access door open, a shiver shooting down his spine as he recognized his fiancé's steel toed boots at the first step.

"My siren, what are you doing up here? I thought you had kicked that filthy habit." Charlie's voice was sweet, but Chase could hear the bite hidden in his words. Chase didn't have to turn around to know that his smile didn't reach his eyes. He felt Charlie rake his holoform's hand, rubbing it and wrapping an arm around his shoulder.

"It felt like a special occasion, love. Me and Blades were speaking about our upcoming nuptials."

"Ah, I get it. I had pre-wedding jitters while planning both my prior weddings. Just get rid of that crap. You're not Boulder or Graham, and any partner of mine will be smoke-free, especially around my son."

"Yes, sir." Chase said, stiffening as he realized his mistake. Charlie didn't like being called sir, at least, not by him.

"Chase, what did I say about that." Charlie said, digging his fingers into Chase's bare shoulder.

"You don't like that. I know, I apologize, I forget myself."

Charlie's hand went back to rubbing Chase's shoulder, moving to his neck, the ghost of Charlie's fingers making Chase's bot mode twitch.

"Well!" Charlie said, pulling away from Chase. "I got to pick up Cody from school and Graham from the lab. Are you coming with, or am I taking the miata?"

Chase straightened up and dismissed holoform. No way is he letting Charlie take his little pet project over him AGAIN. He hated that car with a passionate fury, and Charlie knew it. "I'm coming with you. Do you want to take the lift with me?"

Charlie smiled, getting exactly what he wanted. "Of course, my siren, I would love to."

[redactedwriting]

I was so stuck on dg/professor patrick that I wrote about it at work. here's a little bit of backstory bc I still don't trust myself to write smut. More might come if I get the nerve:

Patrick never wants to see those two again.

Now, that sounds pretty callous, he knows. He doesn't like saying that about students. But these two–Dani and Keaton–are a special fucking case.

It's not that they're bad students, or disruptive, or whatever. It probably would have been easier if that was their only issue. Keaton and Dani are star students. They’re active in class, always giving great insight, which is a feat for a 9 a.m. class about 20th century composing. Their composing assignments are equally excellent. They're dream students.

Or, they would be, if Patrick wasn't convinced that they were demons sent from hell to torment him.

Maybe that's a little dramatic. He doesn't care. Because anyone who says he's being dramatic has clearly never had to teach with Dani and Keaton in the room.

The first problem is that they are very attractive. Students or not, he's got eyes. They've got dark hair and huge doe eyes and they dress well, which are physical qualities he finds appealing. They're beautiful women, objectively speaking.

This shouldn't be a big deal. He's found students attractive before. It's not a frequent phenomenon, but it happens. But he moves on, reminds himself that they're students, and continues on with his life like a normal person. The problem is that he swears to God that Keaton and Dani know about his attraction to them and they're taunting him.

He knows this sounds crazy. And probably a little creepy. But he truly believes it. They used to sit near the middle of the class, but they've migrated to the front row over several months. They show up to office hours almost weekly, which, considering that they've been receiving straight As, feels a little strange. Sometimes they'll look up at him from under their lashes, giving him what can only be called fuck me eyes. Their outfits have been getting steadily more provocative, jeans and t-shirts moving to short skirts and tank tops (and yes, it is getting closer to summer and thusly hotter, but still. There's a line between comfortable-for-summer and potentially-seducing-your-professor outfits).

He feels like he's going crazy. The little voice in the back of his head won't let up about it, but he keeps telling it to shush and just get through the end of the semester. Then he'll never see those two succubi again, and he'll have summer break to hook up with other people.

And then Patrick's proven wrong. Because the week before finals, Keaton books office hours with him, shows up in a white minidress (because God fucking hates him), and kisses him out of the blue.

Somewhere in between her soft lips on his and her pulling away, he has to concede that that little voice might have been right.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Anon ur writing is so good!! i love this!!!! i am eating this and i am in love with it WOW

[barbaraspinozzi]

💜🖤💖💙💗🤍💮 From Dolce & Gabbana (Instagram)

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Guests graced the #DGAltaModa event in Alberobello, Puglia, in head-to-toe #DolceGabbana looks:

Kim Kardashian wore a plum taffeta cape draped over a #DGDNA lingerie bodysuit, finished with a whote gold necklace and "Rubellite" tourmaline and diamond chandelier earrings.

At the special dinner event, Kim wore a silhouette dress featuring a corset with exposed gold boning. A floor length veil with encrusted lace edges completed the look, along with a “Sicilia” white and yellow gold pendant necklace and a flower ring showcasing an exceptional untreated ruby.

Styled by Dani Levi

Photography Tomás Herold

Anitta wore a golden embroidered lace minidress with embroidered boots, black tulle gloves, and a tulle and lace veil. She accessorized her look with a “tatting” set with late 19th-century miniatures, diamonds and pearls and a ring in yellow and white gold with diamonds.

Alessandra Ambrosio wore a tulle sheer gown with exposed gold boning and a fully embroidered gold cape completed with tulle gloves.

Kerry Washington wore a custom gown embroidered with Swarovski crystals paired with a corset belt, accessorized with a yellow and white gold set.

Erling Haaland wore a full look in light blue silk crepe de chine composed by a double-breasted oversized jacket, V-neck t-shirt, and double pleated trousers. He styled the look with a #DGlogo mule and a gold cross pendant.

Venus Williams wore a long stretch lace gown with Swarovski strap lace details.

Christian Bale wore a single-breasted Martini-fit suit and Martini fit button down, with leather derby shoes. Sibi Bale wore a silk cady long sleeve dress, with a pavé diamond #DGSicilyBag.

LukaBale wore a black organzine calf-length corset dress paired with lace pumps, and Rex Bale wore a button-down shirt and cotton trousers.

Styled by Jeanne Yang

Pelayo Díaz wore a white lace kimono pajama set with a shawl lapel from the #DGSS24 menswear collection. A white and yellow gold necklace.

kJ Moody wore a full #DGSS24 look composed of a white silk tank top, silk organza button down shirt with floral details and silk organza wide leg trousers.

#DGCelebs #BeItalian

Photography Greg Kessler

[steph3824]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Intimately Free People | Dani Ribbed V-neck Relaxed Tank Top Boho Green Medium.

[glowwormsmith]

WIP Wednesday (finally on time!)

I was tagged by @nightwingshero, thank you for the tag! Sorry I’ve been so lazy on getting to tags, I promise I will get to more one day!

Tagging @deputyash @teamhawkeye @featheredcritter @baldurrs @chazz-anova @thefathersbride and anyone who sees this and wants to show some writing, no pressure as always~

Sooooo, I don’t have nay FC stuff, BUT I can share two WIPS from different fandoms: one is from One Piece that is semi self-indulgent OCxcanon/OC-focused. The other is a massive crossover/AU of Dead by Daylight, with this chapter focusing on Dany and Jon being dragged to the Entity’s Realm. Also self-indulgent on my end with some changes to characters and lore but isn’t all fanfic self-indulgent to varying degrees? Anyways, here’s some snippets, enjoy!

One Piece (T; mentions of slavery, cartoony violence)

“I’ll take care of the slimy weirdo and you deal with big boy!” Pearl said before running towards Throckmorton and the captive girl, sweeping the other mooks away with two thick strands of her hair; some fell overboard and others were knocked out. The squid fish-girl yelped and scuttled up the rigging, watching the two, though the redhead with a knowing glance. She…can’t be…I’m saved!

Throckmorton giggled as he lifted Briallen up with a slime “arm” in front of him like a human shield. It was green and oozing. “Come any closer and I will suffocate this girl to death in my ooze, little one. I’m Throckmorton the Fool, a Slime Human with the power of the Slime-Slime Fruit. Nice to slime you!”

Pearl made a grossed-out face, but watched a struggling Briallen carefully. “So you’re living slime? That’s yucky!”

“I may be yucky, but everything becomes stucky when I touch them. C’mere, brat!” Throckmorton tried to launch his other arm at Pearl, who used her hair to leap into the air and out of his reach.

“HAIRY ROLL!” Pearl’s hair enveloped her into a ball and she rolled down onto a panicking Throckmorton, who turned into slime and oozed away, accidentally dropping Briallen as he did so. She scuttled off to Thea’s side, who was busy drinking from a glass bottle and regaining her breath.

“Bri, are you alright!?” Thea asked in relief.

Briallen nodded as she and Thea turned to see Pearl had unrolled at the last second and land gently near them. She turned to grin at the two.

“Glad you’re okay! I’d shake your hand, but it looks yucky!”

“Thank you, uh, Pearl, was it? Ah, look out!” The three barely avoided the giant fist of green slime as Throckmorton faced them, all slime.

“You wretched girl! You made me lose my hostage! Forget sparing you for slaves, I’m going to stuckily kill you!”

“I can’t punch him, or I’ll stick to him and it’ll go through…” Pearl said as she kept watch of her opponent, with Briallen and Amalthea behind her. She barely heard Gilly’s grunts of pain, but did not take her eyes off Throckmorton as Thea dashed to Gilly.

“I’ll help your friend. Take care of my sister!”

“Be careful, Thea-sorelle!” Briallen said and let out a cry as Throckmorton let out a stream of slime at them.

“HAIRY SHIELD!” Pearl created a hair barrier for the two and felt it take a beating from the slime. “Crap, crap, CRAP! This won’t hold forever!”

“Slihihihihi! It’s stucky time!!” Throckmorton then stopped and the girls looked over their shield to see the squid fish-girl splashed him with a bucket of water, making him corporal again.

“Now’s your chance! He can’t go into his slime form when he’s wet!” the squid girl said. She looked to be the same age as Gilly with a well-built figure and muscular arms. She had light gray/off-white skin, three arms on each side and suckers on the forearms, black eyes, a beak-like nose, plump lips, light brown hair choppily cut into a bob with blond on the tips, and wearing a sky-blue sleeveless blouse over a white tank top, black ripped shorts under a peach-colored hip skirt, and short-heeled black boots. She also had a steel collar around her neck.

“Mara, you bit—KAHHHH!” Throckmorton said as Pearl also shouted simultaneously, “HAIRY DOUBLE FIST!!” and launched two hair fists into his face, knocking him out cold.

The squid girl called Mara dashed forward and tied up both Babette and Throckmorton as quick as she could with rope, and then giving Pearl a thumbs-up. “Nice work, kiddos!”

 “Err, not that I don’t appreciate the help, but aren’t you on their side?” Pearl asked with her head tilted.

 “No way! Look at the slave collar they got on me!” the fish-girl said, pointing to the collar. “They’ve had me as a slave on this blasted boat for two years now, zapping me when I fight back! Also, I only put out the flames so the slaves below deck will be okay. But now that O’Malley’s daughter is here, I’m taking back my own life!”

“Eh, you know Gilly? Ah, speaking of which, looks like they took care of big boy!” Pearl added when there was a huge thud and the boat shook as the man went down. Gilly looked battered, but was no worse for wear alongside Thea, who was still pale and slightly shaking but had some energy back.

“Hah, and here “Big Belly Borys” was sayin’ he had a Devil Power and he wasn’t that tough at all!”

“Ah, but you are bleeding a bit, um…?” Thea said as she took out a cloth and a small vial.

“O’Malley D. Gillian, but my friends call me Gilly!” Gilly said proudly as Thea touched her lip with the vial. “Ah, thanks, but it does sting! It’s no big deal, it’s kinda embarrassing!”

“Oh, quit being a baby! I’m all done. I’m Amalthea and this is my sister, Briallen. Thank you both for the aid,” Thea said politely. “I feared the worst was going to happen.”

“There’s no fear when you have the help of Bell Pearl and her sidekick, Gilly! We also had help from Mara here, too!” Pearl added, pointing to the squid fish-girl.

Gilly then looked to the others and her eyes widened in realization. “Oh, Mara…shit, Mara, you’re okay!”

“Yep, good to see you again too, Gills!” Mara said as the two hugged…and then the happy moment was ruined when Mara brought down her three right arms onto Gilly’s forehead, causing a startled reaction from the other three. It was a miracle Gilly’s head didn’t split open from a fish-folk’s strength.

“You dumbass! If it hadn’t been for your crazy antics, we wouldn’t have been launched across the bloody sea, separated from my mom and the gang, and I wouldn’t be enslaved by these dingbats!” Mara shouted.

Gilly then headbutted Mara’s face and got right in it. “I’m sorry, Cala-Mara, I recall you were SO excited to take on that whirlpool bitch. “Wow, gee whizz, Gills, I betcha we can take that Char-Rib-Dis on, no problem”!”

“Ack, you’re putting all the blame on me!? No way, no way, Gills! But now’s not the time for squawkin.’ Now that I found you, we’re getting back home if it’s the last thing I—AHHHH!”

 The two stopped bickering when Mara’s shock collar zapped her and she fainted once it was done. Gilly caught her friend in her arms and the four girls turned to see the enemy captain had recovered and was facing them. He no longer had a smile and looked furious, holding a remote in his hand.

“Stupid fish. We should have chopped her up ages ago, always plotting against me,” Sylvester cursed.

Gilly gritted her teeth and laid her friend gently on the floor. Standing up, both she and Pearl faced him with dangerous glints in their eyes. Thea and Briallen rushed to Mara to administer aid. “What do I always say about trash like this, Pearlie?”

“Only good slaver is a dead one,” Pearl said, looking serious and grim, her hair tendrils raised up.

DBD/ASOIAF (M; some violence/blood/gore)

She had never run so fast in her life, but Daenerys was pleased to see she was quite good at keeping this monster occupied with the chase. She learned that pallets could be dropped to block or stun, and she could vault over windows or low edges. She must have explored every inch of this hellhole as the Oni chased her. And as she saw when he absorbed her blood earlier and how he downed a perfectly healed David and injured Elodie, he was powerful enough to hit all survivors down once he consumed enough blood. She was able to keep from being hit in the entire time she was distracting the Oni, to the point she could feel his anger rising every time he failed to catch her.

He finally got a hit on her when she was distracted by a strange sound and the sound of creaks, but she dashed off. They mentioned the gates. That new sound must be the gates. I have to find them...

She felt a pang of relief as she saw Elodie and Max at the gate, both relatively healthy as Elodie was holding a strange handle to open the door. The younger girl was holding something peculiar in his hands. “He’s coming! Hurry, please, hurry!”

“Almost...got it...!” Two red lights were lit and a third came on as the doors groaned opened slowly. Just as she saw them dash ahead and she gained a burst of energy...

“Gahh!!” She fell to the ground from the blade’s sharp steel, hitting the bricked pavement hard. She looked up to see Elodie had gone far ahead, looking back in worry and horror, but unable to stop or turn back. There were bricked columns surrounding the opening and dead grass flying in the breeze. She couldn’t see Max.

At least they are free... Dany looked up with a glare at her assailant, triumphant as he flicked his blade and her blood splattered onto the ground and her cloak. She could not discern his grumbling murmurs.

Will he kill me, or put me on a hook for that spider creature? Either way, I shall not go down meekly...Dany rolled onto her back and feebly kicked out at the Oni, which seemed to give amusement from the beast as he lowly chuckled. He sheathed his sword and picked her up by her arm, nearly tearing it from her socket as he slung her over his shoulder, barely missing the spiked shoulder guards. As he began to leave the area and Dany struggled as she watched her freedom shrink away...

A young battle cry resounded and a bright flash of light hit the Oni’s face, and Dany felt herself fall hard to the ground. In her surprise, she felt her sore arm grabbed by Max as the girl pulled her to the exit, the long item that had saved her in her other hand. The enraged shout fo the Oni trailed after them as they did not look back, running through a darkened field of nothingness. In the distance, Dany could see a fire light and the figures of other people, and she could let out the gasping sobs she had been holding in.

Out of the match....but not in a place I know...

[hotfuss]

I love Dave’s “pussy out look” 🤤💖

it’s a lovely look indeed!

[violetsandfluff]

Could you write something where Shawn and his wife have a 2 year old daughter and like she’s in her terrible twos and she sneaks inside without her parents realising and locks them outside and they can’t get back in and she’s all giggles whilst Shawn and his wife are both panicking trying to get into the house before she breaks something or gets hurt? Or where Shawn just has a 2 year old being naughty during their terrible twos

yes, yes. naughty toddler. SORRY this took so long, bestie </3 I didn’t proofread this, whoops! 🙈

“Are you ready to see the bubbles, Dani?” Shawn asked, holding a pink bubble wand out below him. “Daniella?”

He and Dani had gone to the store earlier that day and he had bought her some bubbles to blow for Y/N when she got home. She had been gotten bored of waiting.

“Shawn?” his wife asked, coming out of the house. She was dressed in a white tank top with ruffles down the front along with a black skirt that hugged her hips just tight enough.

This outfit made Shawn particularly hungry, but he couldn’t focus on that when Dani wasn’t where she needed to be.

“Where’s Dani?” He asked, his voice overflowing with panic.

“I thought she was out here with you,” his wife sighed as she ran a finger down the sides of her cheeks. Being a mother to a daughter in her terrible twos was a full-time job, just without pay. Her office job was a side hustle compared to her daughter.

As sweet as Dani could be, she was often more trouble.

“And I thought she was inside with you,” an exasperated, sarcastic smile was making its way into Shawn’s rosy lips as he gritted his teeth. “You know what? This is perfect,” he threw his hands to his sides. “Just perfect.”

“Nonsense, Honey,” Y/N consoled him. “She’s got to be around here somewhere!”

Sure enough, she was. Her angelic little face, framed with baby bangs, was smiling out at them through the large kitchen window. Y/N immediately dashed to the door to get her, but she stopped cold when it wouldn’t budge. “Shawn,” she called, “I think the door’s jammed again.”

Shawn gripped the handle until his knuckles turned white in an attempt to manhandle it open, but it didn’t work.

Dani just giggled from inside.

Y/N’s instinct was to shout for her to unlock the door, and wave bubbles for Dani to see, but it was to no avail.

Dani was too busy being amused with her own cleverness.

“She could get hurt in there,” Shawn groaned as he paced back and forth in their driveway, his forehead wrinkled in worry. “She could break something.”

“Could you take the door off its hinges?” y/N suggested and Shawn shrugged.

“No spare keys, and I’m not calling the fire department just yet… that seems like our only option.”

It took him awhile to find the proper tools, but it was light work once he located them. The door was pried from its hinges and he and Y/N were through the gaping wall in no time, holding Dani as she continued laughing uncontrollably.

“No locking doors, Daniella,” Y/N explained as she knelt beside her daughter. “That was naughty. You could have gotten hurt.” She tried to reason with her daughter, but it was all in vain. Dani was two, and she couldn’t really understand the words being spoken to her.

Meanwhile, Shawn was screwing the door back on its hinges. He hopped into the conversation a now and then, but his wife shushed him each time.

She didn’t want Dani running outside now. There was a fence, but Dani was small enough to fit through the hole on the left wall.

They could play with bubbles later, they decided, all Dani wanted to do now was watch Moana.

Taglist: @wayfcharlie @fishingirl12 @monikamendes @pamelagramm

[this-is-z-art-blog]

[ID: digital drawing of Valerie Gray and Danielle Phantom. Valerie is wearing shorts and a tank top, and is sitting with her legs over the side of the surface they’re on, leaning back on her hands. Her expression is amused and a little befuddled. Danielle is mostly liquid, taking the form of a black and white puddle spread over the area with just her head rising up in solid form. Her hair is clearly wet, and her expression is relaxed and unphased. Valerie asks “Where do your bones go when you do that?” and Danielle responds “My what?”]

♫ You love my quirks, my quirks, the dopey way I flirt ♫

Dannymay 2022, Day 15 ↳ Ghost biology, revisiting the water powers concept wherein Dani can just become a puddle at will

[rataslesbianas]

huehehe introductory dani post bc im a litol obsessed w him <3 hes a fan oc for the magnus archives!!!

[I.D: Three traditional drawings of the original character Dani. He's a skinny white girl with freckles; his hair is curly and ginger, just over his shoulders and with bangs. He has several tattoos, the most detailed one being a boquete of flowers aflame on his right shoulder. She also has a double venus on her left collarbone, the candle from the MCR logo and a rat on her right thigh, a bandaid with the word "ouch" on her left thigh, a match aflame on her lower left arm, a cherry on her right calf, and the dogs from the cover art of Twin Fantasy by CSH on her left ankle.

The first drawing is loosely colored digitally, and shows Dani standing with a smug smile, wearing a red tank top and ripped jean shorts. His top has a skull drawing, and he also wears black boots with white socks.

The second drawing shows him from the chest up, surrounded by flames. He has a determined expression, his arms open and his hair flying in the movement. The right side of her face is melting.

The third drawing shows her from the shoulders up, smiling. End I.D]

× she's an avatar of the desolation. if u couldnt tell <3 also marked by the lonely! shes a self destructive ICON, boy almost got snatched by the lonely naomi herne style, all bc there was drama in her friend group and shit got messy. so she just bailed <3 cus yk maintaining relationships is hard its better to make them and then destroy them. do it kid destroy ur relationships (do NOT this is desolation propaganda)

anyway so he went looking for answers abt the supernatural and ran into the cult of the lightless flame. rest is history!!!! now he does arson for a living #girl

(ive been thinking abt her story post mag200 a lot lately too but yk yk another time)

[literallyjustanerd]

couldn't decide if i liked the shaded or unshaded version better so you get both! my brain has been all danbrey all the time lately. also yes i gave aubrey my taz: balance tattoo. and also yes i did make myself sad by giving her a pine tree and stars for ned

Image ID: a polaroid-style digital illustration of Aubrey Little and Dani from taz: amnesty. aubrey is a puerto rican woman with brown skin and red hair cut into a pompadour. she wears a black tank top and blue denim jeans. she has several tattoos and piercings, and wears an orange crystal on a necklace. she is posing, leaning down and giving two peace signs. Dani is above her, leaning on her hands on the top of Aubrey's head. she has pale, freckled skin and long, curly blonde hair kept back by a red scarf. she wears a blue t shirt with an orange tank on top, and a long denim skirt. she has orange eyes with white pupils and is smiling down at aubrey. they are standing in a clearing with the forest behind them.