#danny hates christmas so fucking much

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Damian doesn't know who Santa Claus is and Danny tries to gaslight him into believing in Santa

Okay but, like, wouldn't even be gaslighting! Santa canonically does exist in the DC universe, I think I remember reading something about him fighting through an army in hell to give Darkseid a single piece of coal once?

So like, Danny doesn't have to gaslight Damian into believing Santa's real, he just has to pull out the proof (Danny has a binder of everything he knows about the Spirit of Christmas for the purpose of when he eventually goes to war with him, Danny hates Christmas so fucking much haha) and show him evidence that Santa is real.

Probably ranting the entire time about how much he hates the guy & Christmas and it's obvious that this is Danny's arch nemesis. His one true villain above all others. Pariah Dark? A nuisance. Dark Dan? Just a tuesday. Santa? That motherfucker is the bane of Danny's existence and he will pay for what he's done (spread Christmas cheer).

And Danny's the newest member to the family. Damian's been encouraged to get to know his new brother and try and bond with him a bit, make him feel like part of the family. So, obviously, the best way to do that is to help Danny in his quest for vengeance.

And of course Tim & Jason end of getting roped in on this. Damian's grown since he's first came to live with his father. He still is a little brat to his older brothers - he's the baby of the family it's his right - but he doesn't actively hate them anymore and can admit when their particular skills would be useful. Tim is the best at strategizing, and Jason is a combat master with access to all sorts of weapons. With all of them working together Santa has no chance, they will destroy him.

Which all just makes me think of something like this happening lol:

“What…uh, what are they doing?” Duke glanced between the chaos unfolding in the family room to where Dick was calmly seated in his favorite chair, sipping idly at a cup of coffee.

“Sibling bonding.” Dick said. There was that specific aura of calm around him that said that he’d already gone through several crisis and all the stages of grief at least twice. Considering the calamity and chaos the eldest batkid had seen over the years - and especially the last few months since Bruce officially adopted Danny and brought him into the fold - it was a bad sign that he’d reached this particular state of Done (TM) before noon. The earliest Dick even woke up was two in the afternoon.

Duke contemplated turning around right then and there - the particular combination of people all excitedly feeding off each other’s feral energy on the other side of the room was a catastrophe in the making he didn’t want to be anywhere near when it finally breached containment and spilled out into the wider world - but unfortunately he was cursed with the curiosity that afflicted all members of the bat clan.

“It looks like they’re plotting to try and kill Santa Claus.”

Dick turned to look at Duke fully for the first time since he’d entered the room. He had the eyes of one that was deeply haunted by the horrors they had witnessed. On the other side of the room Tim was ranting about anti-magic tech while Danny, Damian and Jason argued over what weapons would be most effective against a demi god. There were schematics of what looked worryingly like a rocket launcher looking device that - if the scribbles on the whiteboard someone had drug into the room where to be believed - was going to be rigged to shoot ecto-grenades.

“Danny hates Christmas.” Dick said, and Duke noticed for the first time that his hands around the coffee cup were faintly trembling. “He’s declared Santa is his arch nemesis.”

Duke blinked, glancing over to the others long enough to see Danny start frantically scribbling the words Christmas Nuke on the whiteboard. No one else was trying to erase it. Tim looked worriedly contemplative. Damian and Jason where both nodding in agreement.

He was going to regret this. “But Santa isn’t real?”

Dick’s eyes gained a faintly manic glean, and Duke could faintly hear the sound of porcelain creaking warningly beneath the desperate hold he had on his coffee cup. “That’s what I thought!” Dick said, with enough cheer to make Duke flinch back instinctively. “But apparently he is.” A distinct crack appeared in the cup, coffee dripping down into Dick’s lap. “And apparently they’re going to war with him!”

Well, Duke considered, at least that explained why he caught the four of them burning down the giant Christmas tree in the city center last night.

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

DANNY PHANTOM SHIP NAME INSANITY INCOMING

[ew-selfish-art]

DPxDC AU: Tim receives an interesting email from DalvCo explaining why the CEO is not to be trusted- It's an internal email and suddenly Tim is experiencing supernatural phenomena. He knows that the two events are absolutely related, but he's going to let the cutie stumble his way through data points and vague threats anyway.

(Sorry this got long lmao)

Tim is exhausted after a long night of staking out a new drug cartel with Hood (which in itself took a lot of energy from both of them to have the patience for the other- things are good, not great)... so right now he's logging into his WE email on the train to his office because he's incredibly late. And while he scrolls and contemplates the failsafes he has to make sure Tam doesn't murder him outright- he sees an unexpected email from Vladimir Masters.

Tim's curiosity is piqued, he'd thought that Vlad would have gotten the hint after Tim dismissed him at that Christmas gala a few years ago. Most people took Tim's snubbing as a fatality in the Gotham socialite scene- Most knew him to be 'an agreeable young man', and Tim's reputation had paid a small price for making Vlad's failed vibe check known to the room. The tabloids blamed it on the champagne glass he had in his hand- Has he mentioned how much he hates Vicky Vale lately??

Tim has a few stops to go and he's pretty sure that he's going to delete the email, but in sleep deprived inspiration, he decides it might as well entertain him while he waits. The letter isn't at all what he expected.

"Hello Wayne Enterprise's CEO Tim Drake, I'm sending you this letter on behalf of the entire Midwest to advise that you, under no circumstances, come into contact with or speak to the CEO of DalvCo Vlad Masters. He is underhanded and utilizes untraceable tactics to procure deals. We have reason to believe you may be targeted in the next few days and hope that you are able to take steps for your own safety to avoid Vlad Masters at all costs.

Sincerely, 👑"

Tim feels bewildered for a moment and then... Like a cat with a new toy mouse. A game was afoot! He needed to track down these hackers, he needed to be their best fucking friend (find out their secrets & Vlads) and he needed to apprehend Vlad ASAP! Untraceable tactics? Tim scoffs, but the challenge excites him.

Arriving at WE, Tam looks ready to throw a knife his way (he reminds her that Pru does it better) and states that if Vlad Masters tries to make an appointment- accept it but give him the run around. Make an appointment and continue to contest it, change it, delay it until Tim is actually ready for him. The lights start to flicker, both of them notice it.

Everytime Tim gets a second to investigate Vlad in his office, the room's temperature drops. Tim notices it, and having experienced a number of supernatural phenomena, he knows it has to be related.

Tim decides not to beat around the bush. He comes back to the office that night equipped with a Ouija board, candles and a bag of other occult accessories. He quickly finds, upon setting up, that there is now a groaning Teenager in front of him- lambasting his efforts and chastizing him for taking a meeting with Vlad. Did he not get the fuckin memo??

Tim quickly begins to ask his questions, grateful to not have to deal with the party game board, and takes diligent notes.

"Right, so, you're just a concerned citizen ghost who knows what kind of nefarious deeds Vlad gets up to, how?" ---

Danny is losing his shit. Here he is, having done all the ground work to tell this guy not to meet with Vlad and he's already got him on the schedule! Danny took a page from Technus' book and transported himself alongside the short email. He didn't get this guy at all! Tim was like, basically the same age and clearly super fucking smart, why was he acting like this was a fucking birthday gift? Scratch that, the dude has a Ouija Board- it's like a lame ass birthday party in here!

Danny cannot help himself but return to the visible spectrum and give this guy a talking to- Which, the atmosphere of a birthday party still doesn't change, for ancient's sake this guy is taking notes with a megawatt smile! He's smiling! Danny just described Vlad taking down like, three American dynasties and the dude is nodding his head along gleefully.

Then suddenly, Danny realizes that he might be on the chopping block. Tim asks his first question and it's not about Vlad at all.

"Er, yeah. Just a concerned ghost citizen." Danny cringes.

"Right, and that's why you hacked into the Mayor of your town's email... Right Tucker?"

Danny blanches, not because the guy knew about Amity Park, but because apparently Tucker's online persona had been compromised. SHIT.

"Uh, I'm not Tucker." Danny attempts to lie- why was he so bad at lying again?!

"Of course you aren't, he's currently playing doomed, but it would have been smart to take the out I offered you. Do you want to tell me your name or do you want me to throw out another random guess? You should know that I've done my homework."

"...It's Danny."

"Certainly not Danny Fenton? Who is, sorry to say it, heir to DalvCo? The same one who totally doesn't have a school record of absences equivalent to well documented town hauntings?"

"Yep." Danny cringes, and giving up the goat, transforms back into his human self, "But seriously dude, you can't meet with Vlad. He'll just... take it all."

Tim blinks at him a few times, and his cheeks flush. Danny desperately tries to ignore that response as well as his own (he knows his ears are red, sue him).

"Right. Well, how would you like an internship? First order of business would be meeting with me and my PA Tam and helping us play ball." The guy has a feral grin. The grin kind of scares Danny, it definitely annoys him and a small part of him is curiously charmed.

"Dude you're not hearing me-" Danny tries before being cut off.

"Yeah yeah, supernatural bullshit is involved, Got that." Tim waves him off. Okay never mind, not charmed at all, Danny is completely annoyed.

"I swear to all the ancients-" Danny has to stop himself to calm down, "Dude consider yourself fucking haunted. I'm not helping you with a suicide mission to talk to the creep and I will be making your ass miserable for deciding to go down this path."

"Is that a promise?" Tim is basically batting his eyelashes at Danny and Danny is desperately trying to ignore that.

"Bet." And then he goes invisible.

"That's cute, pretending to leave me." Tim smirks and Danny can't help but let out an exasperated groan.

As it turns out, Tim is incredibly difficult to spook and his normal haunting methods are not fucking working. Has this guy just, like, seen every single horror movie?

----

Tim knows this is going to be fun, even if it means not going out as Red Robin for a while... Maybe he should get back into his night photography and give the guy a chance to enhance the creepiness of Gotham? Maybe start going to restaurants alone and get the guy to join him at a secluded two person table? Tim has plans on plans on plans.

[babybluebex]

i’ve had this scenario banging around in my head since the movie came out but imagine a fic where the reader has a massive crush on angus but they see him kissing elise at the christmas party 😭 like i loooveee angst and i would write this fic myself but i lost my last neuron when i fell off an electric scooter and got a concussion 😔

oh no concussion!! :( i'm so sorry about that honey, hopefully this'll make up for that!//word count: 2.1k, tw for grief/loss

You couldn't help but notice the way Angus grinned when Ms. Crane said her niece's name. It was a real smile, not the firm, thin thing that he had given you at lunch— you supposed that he hated being stuck at Barton as much as you did, maybe even hating you in the process. Being the only girl at Barton was hard, but especially at the holidays, when you really felt like your choices were the school or a fucking grave. It hurt, sure, but that smile on Angus's face hurt worse.

Elise pulled both you and Angus into the basement, where children sat, doing crafts with paste and glitter and pom-poms, and you smiled at one of the little girls, playing a popsicle stick as a little doll. You heard Angus and Elise talking to each other as they crossed the room, and you lifted your eyes to him just in time to watch him raise his arms in a silly pose and pull a goofy face. You almost started to laugh at him, as per usual when Angus was doing his antics, but Elise laughed first. Her laugh was gentle, her eyes bright, and your heart sank. She really was beautiful, and she was creative and knew whatever painting Angus was talking about. She was something that you weren't, and you sighed gently. And, based on the way that Angus reacted to her, he wanted what she had.

You took to playing with the little girls, keeping an eye out for Angus and Elise across the room. He didn't look at you one single time, keeping his gaze on her the whole time, spreading paint around the page with his long, thin fingers. You tried to distract yourself, but nothing worked, and you looked at the pair just in time to watch Elise lean over the table and press her lips to Angus's mouth.

Your heart stopped and your mouth went dry. Of course. After everything, all the time you spent with him, the tells of friendship and maybe more that was building throughout the vacation, he still chose her over you. Would anyone ever choose you? Even at your old school, you were cast aside, forgotten. You thought that there was something with Angus, little flirtations and lingering glances, you could have sworn there was something there, but apparently not. You rubbed your lips together and lowered your eyes, feeling hot tears prick to the surface, and you quickly got up from the short table and made your way upstairs. You needed the bathroom, or the kitchen, or somewhere where there wasn't other people.

Unluckily for you, as you pushed into the kitchen, you heard a shuddering sob, and you stopped dead in your tracks at the sight of Mary Lamb bent over the counter, crying. Danny, the janitor, who you had interacted with a handful of times, stood in the corner, obviously wanting to help her but not wanting to aggravate her.

"Mary?" you mumbled. "Everything okay?" Even in your upset state, you hated to see the strong and smart Mary in a bad moment. If she was crying, something was wrong.

She said nothing, drawing in a breath and weeping, and your heart clenched. You turned back out of the kitchen, going in search of Mr. Hunham, but before you could even think about his whereabouts, you collided straight into Angus's chest. "Oh, hey," he said with a crooked smile. "You disappeared really suddenly; you okay?"

Seeing his stupid smile made your tears return, and you struggled to breathe. You could worry about yourself and your complicated feelings towards Angus later; you needed to worry about Mary. "M-Mary—" you started, pointing towards the kitchen. "She's— Where's Hunham?"

"What about Mary?" Angus asked, looking past you to the swinging door of the kitchen.

"Where is Hunham?" you repeated firmly, and Angus's smile fell.

"I'll go find him," he mumbled, and you turned back to the kitchen without a word. Mary's head was hanging now, her tears dripping on the counter, and you carefully approached her. "Mary?" you started softly. "Do you want some water or something?"

Mary sniffled and shook her head, and you frowned. She obviously didn't want anything, and you took a step back as Angus and Mr. Hunham noisily bustled into the kitchen. One look at her had Hunham closing the door, and Angus stood in the corner, arms crossed, as he watched Hunham lay a hand on Mary's back.

You felt sick as you listened to her sob about her Curtis, the boy you never met but would always admire, and the group of you was quick to grab your jackets and decide to go home. You were glad; if you ever saw Elise again, you might have dropped dead. But, of course, Angus was whinging the whole walk to the car about leaving Elise behind. "I was having a good time!" he complained. "You can take Mary home and pick me up later!"

"Yeah, having a good time sucking Elise's tongue," you scoffed before you could stop yourself, and Hunham's head snapped to you with intensity.

"I can't believe you two," Hunham grunted. "This poor woman is bereft with grief—" Mary interjected that she didn't need anyone feeling sorry for her, but Hunham paid her little mind— "And all you can think about is that silly girl!"

"What did I do?" you gaped. "All I said was—"

"I heard you, miss," Hunham said. "Mary and I are going to get the car, and by the time we get back, you two had better fix whatever this is."

Your face heated up with shame and embarrassment as Mary and Hunham scuttled away, and you couldn't even bare to look at Angus. But you did, and you saw, on his pale and sharp chin, the smallest red mark, a cut, a nick from shaving. "You have a cut on your chin," you mumbled.

"I know!" Angus spat. "What's your fucking problem suddenly?"

"Hey, don't yell at me," you said quickly. "Look, I'm sorry that you're being pulled away from the love of your life or whatever, but you've got to start giving a shit about other people!"

"Like who?" Angus asked. "Like you?"

"Like Mary!" you said, even though your heart was screaming, begging for Angus to see you. For him to really see you, see through your timidness and shyness and see how badly you liked him. "Oh my God, this is her first Christmas without her son; Jesus Christ, at least act like you've got a heart inside your chest!"

"Why do you care so bad about her?" Angus asked. "And, for a matter of fact, why do you care about Elise?"

"Trust me, I couldn't give less of a shit about Elise," you said, crossing your arms in front of your chest in the cold. "But Mary, I... Fuck... My dad died in January. S'why I didn't wanna go home for the break... It would just be me and my mom, alone in our place, not being able to avoid the empty space on the couch where my dad should be. I don't know what Mary's going through, I'll never know how that feels, but... I get it. It hurts like fucking shit, and, like, you'll never understand how that feels because your parents are alive—"

"My dad's dead."

The way Angus venomously spit out his words made you feel rotted inside. "But..." you started. "I thought your dad...? Saint Kitts...?"

"That's just some rich prick my mom married," Angus said.

"So you should get it," you sighed. "The first holiday without family is hard, every day is hard, but Mary... I can't imagine how she feels, and I'm trying to be as sympathetic as possible, try to make it easier for her or something, y'know?"

Angus was quiet for a long moment, pressing the toe of his shoe into a snowy patch on the sidewalk. "I guess I like Elise because she likes me," he said softly. "S'not everyday I find someone who likes me."

"God..." you sighed, squeezing your eyes shut. "Is that what that was?"

"Shut up," Angus sneered.

"Hey, easy," you said gently. "Angus, I..." You didn't know what to say to him. You had no idea how to start the conversation, let alone get to where you wanted to be quick enough— Hunham only parked around the corner, he and Mary should be coming back at any second— and you said, "Was that your first kiss? Just then, with her?"

"All-boys schools don't make it easy to find a girl to kiss," Angus mumbled.

You sighed heavily. Your eyes drifted down to a snowbank at the edge of the street, watching it glitter under the streetlamp for a moment, and, before you could stop yourself, you leaned into him and pressed your mouth to his, grabbing his upper arms to keep you upright with your shaking legs. He started for a moment, shocked and surprised, and his hands hovered above your hips, wholly unsure of how to proceed, and you broke the kiss quickly. His owlish eyes stared you down, his mouth open, but he didn't look upset.

"Say something," you whispered, and he let out a breath, the warmth of the air hitting your lips. "Fuck, please, just say something—"

He kissed you again. His hands grabbed your hips and tugged you against him, and you easily looped your arms around his neck and rose up on your tip-toes to reach his height. His lips were warm, if a little dry, and his nose bumped yours as he went to deepen the kiss, his fingers itching in the skirt of your dress. You smiled, unable to control yourself, and Angus did too, pulling away from your mouth.

"Oh," you whispered, and you smoothed your thumb across his top lip, wiping off a little bit of the rosy lipstick that you had worn to the party. "Sorry 'bout that."

"Whatever," Angus said breathlessly, his eyes soft as he gazed at you. "You taste good."

You chuckled lightly, lowering your eyes to his shoes. That shyness returned as your skin flamed, and you worried your bottom lip between your front teeth. "S-So I guess you see why I wasn't too jazzed about Elise," you said, trying to attempt a lightness in your voice.

"I'll say," Angus said. "How long have you liked me?"

"Since I met you?" you squeaked. "Since, um, I got sat in front of you in Hunham's class...? I don't know, it's dumb."

"Nuh-uh, that's not dumb," Angus said. "I've liked you for... I don't know, I guess since that first day too. We had, um, heard that a girl was coming to Barton, and I didn't really care too much, but I heard how much the other guys cared, and it... I don't know, it became a contest on how little I cared. But then I saw you... Heard you laugh... Watched you sneak a cigarette behind the bleachers during a football game..." You laughed, as did Angus, and his big hand came to cup your face, angling you to look at him. "But I think I really, really fell for you when I kissed her."

"Huh?" you asked, wrinkling your nose.

Angus rolled his eyes, obviously a little abashed by his admission. "Listen, I'm a teenage boy, it's in my nature to daydream about you," he started. "I had dreamed about what it would be like to be your boyfriend, to kiss you, to have my first kiss with you... Then, Elise kissed me, and, when I opened my eyes, I was sorta disappointed to see her and not you."

"Oh," you said softly.

"You went upstairs, and I went after you to try to talk to you about that," Angus said. "And then Mary, and... But yeah. I've just been too chickenshit to tell you before now."

"Well..." you whispered, listening to the quiet rumble of Hunham's car come from around the street corner. "Thank God for Elise."

"Don't you ever say her name again," Angus told you, and he leaned down to kiss you again. You were acutely aware of how Hunham and Mary could certainly see you two necking in the middle of the sidewalk, but you didn't care. Hunham said to work it out, and so you had.

The blaring of the old Buick's horn made Angus pull away from you, and you heard the window squeak down before Hunham shouted "Will you two quit and get inside the goddamn car?"

"Take it easy on 'em," Mary said as you slid into the backseat, followed by Angus.

"Yeah," Angus said. "Take it easy on us."

"I don't need your sass, Mr. Tully," Hunham said, glaring at you two in the rearview mirror. "Now I have to find a way to separate you two at night, no more sleeping in the same room, no more..."

You didn't care to hear Hunham's ramblings; you leaned your head on Angus's shoulder, you took his hand in yours, and you closed your eyes. Maybe the rest of break would be okay.

[joviepog]

Okay, I’m finally (kinda) back! I wrote a little siren x reader story based on a song! Hope you enjoy!

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People I don’t like

Warnings: Cursing, Arson, mention of people checking each other out, fire, mentions of screams, alcohol

Who: Siren x Reader

Pronouns: She / they

Word count: 1,137

Tag list: @gaytoadwithapopsicle @corner-of-void @danny-yagami @loversj0y @ax-y10 @lanaxoxoxoxoxox @haunted-headset @phxntomsdusk

Anything else: It’s been a while since I’ve written! Please excuse any errors and bad spelling! I will try to write as much as possible during this Christmas Break! :D

This story is NOT proofread.

Listen to this as you read!

“Hello. It’s so good to see you!”

You hear a cheery yet smug voice behind you as you smoke a cigarette. Great. You get partnered with him out of all people? Like seriously, siren out of all people?

“We’ve met before but nice to meet you.”

You say with a fake smile as he walks in front of you. He’s wearing his masquerade mask which is a dark blue. Similar to his regular villain costume. He wears a black suit and his hair is slick back, a new look.

“Yeah, i dont really wanna be here.”He says with a sigh

You nodded and suddenly launch at him to knock him out. If you can, you can get all the money. But as soon as you got close you him, he grabbed your hand and pinned you to the wall.

He smirks as he looks down at you which only made you roll your eyes. “What’s my name? Do you remember?��

You scoff and give him an innocent smile, “I’m pretty sure you have my number.”

He backs off, “So let’s pretend we like each other.”

The two of you walk in to a big room made of what seems like gold. There are big windows that open to multiple balconies, there is one large door that opens to an outside area. The roof is high and there are chandeliers everywhere you look. People with fancy dresses and suits fill the area.

“This room is so suffocating.” You whisper to Siren. He tightens his tight on his suit and shrugs. “Walking on ice, but nobody breaks it.” He winks at you before walking off to talk to people. You follow suit and walk uncomfortably with your big dress to the bar area. This oldish man comes up to you, complimenting your body and outfit. You hated it but kept your cool. You were stuck in this one way conversation.

‘Guess i’ll be here for a while.’ You thought.

He starts talking about his paycheck, blowing smoke in your face.

You take a shot with a fake smile as you look at him, excusing yourself before taking another round.

You talk to a couple more people, making friendly banter. The only goal you had was to get everyone on your side and to distract people from the vault. Your coworkers are working to steal as much money as possible. You let out a sigh as you tune out the lady’s words.

‘Everybody in the party’s fucking fake. I really wish i could say it to this lady’s face. But i wont. So…’ you think before talking to someone new.

“Hello it’s so good to see you!” You say to a man

“It’s nice to meet you!” You say to another man only 10 minutes later.

“What’s my name? Do you remember?” You say with a smile to the first guy you talked to at the bar.

“I’m pretty sure you have my number.” You say with a wink to a random man.

‘Let’s pretend we like each other.’ You think at almost the people you’ve talked to.

You wonder if Sireb is doing well with the lady’s . You stole a couple things from the men you had talked to for yourself to sell.

You come up to a woman and compliment her shoes. Then only a minute later you ask to know more about another lady.

Your job was hard, but you loved to act like you cared when really you dont give any shits.

As you talk to another man you see Siren flirt with a girl, having her pinned up to a wall. You scoff in disgust before looking away. Why did it make your heart pound? The lady your talking to is going in and on about herself. You keep on a smile but you scoff at her.

‘Can’t you bother someone else?’ You think.

Only 2 hours in and you’ve made a large amount of progress. You now have a group of people around you. They were interested in you.

You make a quick toast, “Raise a glads if you like me!” They all cheer and raise their glasses. You smile and take a sip of your drink, everyone joins in. Siren comes up behind you and you smirk, you could smell the alcohol off him from a mile away. “You’re getting trashed ‘cause you can’t leave?” You look at him in your seat, he’s standing behind you. You felt like a queen

“Guess we’re in this together.” He says as he looks down at you.

“Makes my head hurt.”

You get up and excuse yourself from the crowd, now walking with him. He might be drunk but he still looks composed and he’s still doing his job. He just randomly blurts things out..

“Everybody in this party’s fucking fake.”

You smirk, “And so am i, but we just go here so we gotta show some face.” You give him a laugh and he laughs along. You both walk away from each other before finding someone else to talk to.

“Hello it’s so good to see you.”

“We’ve met before but nice to meet you.”

“What’s my name? do you remember?”

“I’m pretty sure you have my number.”

“Let’s pretend we like each other.”

Suddenly you and Siren get a message from your ear piece that they got everything. You excuse yourself in last time before running away with Siren.

“Finally, We’re done.” He says with an exhausted sigh. “Not me.” You shrug

His eyes widen and he looks at you. “Wait, what?”

You wink at him before running away. It only takes you about 5 minutes to set gasoline around some of the building. Suddenly your coworkers show up.

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!?”

“YOU’RE GONNA RUIN THE PLAN!”

You shrug and give them a smirk. “Oh well.”

You grab the lighter from my pocket and set the place on fire.

“Cya.” You run off, taking off the fancy dress and wearing your costume from underneath. As you run you see smoke and fire in the distance. Screams filling your ears. You smirk as you run away. Hopefully that gives the villains a distraction so that you could escape.

That doesn’t matter though.

You know they’re weak.

Once you get to an alley way you open your pocket to see that everything you stole was gone.

“Wait. What the heck?” You start to look all around you before you hear a voice.

“Looking for these?” Siren. He dangled the watched, necklaces, and bracelets that you had stolen.

He walks up to you, grabs your hand, and opens it. He places the stolen items in your hand before walking away.

“Next time Darling, be more careful with the things you steal.” He looks you up and down. “Also, be more mindful of the chance that people can follow you.”

He smiles at you before running off.

And you’re left there, furious.

And yet you’re blushing.

Why were you blushing?!?

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[samgirl98]

Mending a Family 35/?

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When Jason was young, there had been no Christmas tree or decorations. They had been too poor for that. As Willis used to say, would you rather be warm or have useless shit lying around? Funnily enough, he always had money for booze.

 His mom, Catherine, used to take him to midnight mass every Christmas Eve. He used to love to go, not because he believed in God, but because he could spend time with his mom in a warm building. Even though his mother had sounded off-key while she sang Christmas carols, Jason thought she had sounded like an angel. The church would always be decorated for Christmas, and, at least for a little while, he could pretend he was like every other family, spending a Merry Christmas.

Christmas days didn’t have gifts, but his mom would give him gingerbread cookies while Willis slept off his hangover.

Then Willis had been arrested, money had become tighter, and his beautiful mother had fallen hard for drugs. The last few Christmases with Catherine Todd had not been spent in a church but in a rundown apartment while Jason cared for her.

Bruce was ethnically Jewish but not a practicing one. He didn’t observe the Sabbath, go to a synagogue, or celebrate any Jewish holidays. The only thing he did was light up his mother’s menorah every year.

He also ate Chinese food on Christmas day while waiting for Alfred’s dinner.

Jason’s first Christmas with Bruce had been full of decorations, with a massive tree with mountains of presents stuffed beneath it. Jason had had fun decorating with Alfred. Even Bruce had helped. Dick hadn’t shown up to celebrate Christmas with them. That year, Jason had fallen in love with Christmas. Not because of the presents, but because he had spent it with people he loved and who loved him back.

The following year, it had been spent in front of Titans Tower. He had wanted to bring Dick back home as a present for Bruce. It hadn’t panned out. The last Christmas in Wayne Manor had been celebrated with Dick, Bruce, and Alfred. There had been tension between Bruce and Dick, but they had put their differences aside.

The following year, Jason had gotten himself blown up. He didn’t know if he had been alive for that Christmas or not.

After that, he was in Nanda Parbat or out learning how to kill. Then came his explosive return to Gotham.

The whole point was that Jason hadn’t thought about Christmas in years. It was just another day alone.

This year, it was different. He had Danny, his son. He had a younger sister and two nieces. An older brother and an older sister. He had been tentatively excited. Then Jazz had sat him down and told him how much Danny hated Christmas. There was a lot of trauma around the holiday because the Fenton parents used to fight over the existence of Santa Claus, of all things.  

So before decorating, he had asked his son if he wanted to do Christmas or not. His little boy had hummed and asked if there would be any fighting.

The question had broken Jason’s heart.

“No, chum, no fighting allowed.”

“Good, cuz ghosts have the annual truce during Christmas time.”

(Jason filed that tidbit of information for later and had asked Ghost Writer about it.)

“Okay, if there’s no fighting or turkeys coming to life to kill me, then yeah, why not?”

Jason had blinked at the turkey bit. The fuck?

So, for the first time in a long time, Jason celebrated Christmas again.

They hadn’t gone all out. Jason had bought a small tinsel tree and put some wrapped gifts under it. There wouldn’t be a big dinner (Alfred cooked a huge dinner for the family) or Christmas carols. The only decoration they put up was a wreath at the door.

They never once mentioned Santa Claus.

Neither Roy, Lian, nor Raven came over. They had other traditions and people to hang out with. Jason had understood. In a way, it had been a good thing. He didn’t want to overwhelm Danny.

On Christmas morning, the little family opened the presents in pajamas and then spent the day watching Christmas movies and drinking hot chocolate. Instead of cooking, Jason ordered carry-out.

That night, while he tucked Danny into bed, Danny thanked him.

“For what, chum?”

“For giving me the best Christmas I’ve ever had.”

Jason kissed his little boy’s forehead and went to bed. It hadn’t been extravagant, but it had been a good Christmas.

Merry Christmas

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Enemies with Benefits

danny wagner x fem! reader

summary: you and danny wagner hate each other. after a failed date, he escorts you home, and the next morning you both decide you cannot let the red-hot tension between the two of you go on any longer.

rating: 18+

warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI !!!), slapping, cussing, alcohol usage, light hair pulling, degradation (use of word ‘bitch’), slight angst, oral (m and f receiving), unprotected p in v sex.

A/N: smut under the cut (read more tab)

You have hated Daniel Wagner as long as you had known him.

You had met Sammy in high school and the two of you quickly became best friends. Things got complicated, however, when he introduced you to his best friend, Danny Wagner. You had been introduced at a party, where, after Sammy left to mingle, Danny had stared you down as you tried to make conversation before wordlessly walking away from you. Later that night, when all the partygoers had left, you, Sammy, and Danny had settled in for a round of drunk Uno, where Danny’s competitiveness had pissed you off so bad you left after only a few minutes.

The tension between the two of you carried on throughout the years. You had tried your hardest to figure out why he didn’t like you, why he treated you different, but after High School ended, you gave up. He just never seemed to want to be around you or talk to you, and when he did, he teased you relentlessly. 

It was two weeks before Christmas. You were getting ready for a date, excited at the possibility of a new chapter in your life. You had matched with the guy on Tinder, and he seemed nice, respectable. You were dancing along to the loud music drifting through your room, applying the finishing touches on your makeup. That’s when you got it. 

Daniel: Where the fuck are you?

You rolled your eyes, the beginnings of annoyance settling in. 

You: what are you on about?

You hummed along to your song, refusing to let him bring your good mood down.

Daniel: you seriously forgot?

Daniel: typical

Daniel: his party. It’s been going almost 45 mins. He’s been expecting you.

Your heart fell a little as you read Danny’s last text. Shit, shit, shit... you had totally forgotten. 

You decided to ignore Danny, instead opting to make a quick call to Samuel, apologizing. He sounded a little sad but wished you well on your date. With that all handled, you quickly headed to the bar, practically buzzing in your seat.

Then there was the waiting.

At first, it was only ten minutes. You constantly checked your phone, praying there would be a text from your date saying traffic was late, or he had been held up at work but was on his way. After twenty minutes, nothing.

When it hit the 45-minute mark, you started drinking. Heavily. You figured, he won't show up now, he won’t show up ever. That doesn’t mean everyone in the bar had to know you had been stood up, right? After an hour and a half, you were firmly wasted, leaning against the brick wall of the outside of the bar as you waited for your ride. You had sent Ronnie a drunken text, asking her to come get you and take you home. A car stopped in front of you ten minutes later, but it wasn’t Ronnie’s. 

It was Danny’s.

He quickly exited the car, shaking his head at you with a glare, ducking under your arm to hold you steady and help you into the car. You were giggling the entire time, but the annoyance for him you had pushed down earlier was starting to bubble up again. 

Once he had roughly pushed you into the passenger seat and strapped you in, he returned to the driver’s seat and silently began to drive to your house. After a few moments of tense silence, you lolled your head to look at him.

“You’re... you’re not Ronnie-”

“Shut up.”

You scoffed loudly and hiccupped. “Has anyone ever told you how much of an asshole you are?”

“Don’t. Talk. If you talk, you might vomit all over my car. And if that happens, you’re paying to have it cleaned.” He said in the usual cold tone he reserved just for you. 

You scoffed again, rolling your eyes and turning to look out the window, your face smushed against the glass. 

The drive back to your house was short, and the roughly helped you out of the car, leading you inside and taking you straight to your bedroom. You sat up, your head spinning as you tried to focus on whatever Danny was doing as he moved across the room. 

“Hey mister... it’s not-” Hiccup. “Nice to go through a lady’s things.”

He tossed a bundle of fabric towards you. “You’re far from a lady.”

You slowly began to look through what he had thrown at you. It was your clothes, or at least, what he figured was sleep-comfortable. 

“Change. You smell like a brewery. The smell will make you want to throw up as soon as you wake up.”

He turned around to face the wall and you let out a long, dramatic sigh. “You’re suuuuch a gentleman, Daniel.” you mumbled, struggling to take off the nice top you were wearing. You couldn’t even get your goddamn arms through the sleeves. After a few minutes of trying, you threw your arms up, pouting like a child. “Can you PLEASE stop being a prude and help me? Pleeeaaseeee?”

He slowly turned around; his eyes dark as he stared you down. You gave him your best puppy-dog eyes, figuring if it worked when Sammy did it, it would work when you did it. And it did. He maneuvered you to be sitting on the edge of the bed, avoiding your eyes as he helped you strip of your outer clothes and change into your pajamas. After that, he moved you again, helping you under the covers. You smiled up at him, pulling the covers up to your chin. 

“You’re my hero, Daniel.” you whispered.

He didn’t say anything, and maybe it was your drunken state, but you could’ve sworn the glare in his eyes softened a little. He left without saying a word, gently shutting the door behind you. 

Sleep came quickly after. 

You woke up to the harsh glare of sun on your eyelids. Your head was pounding but you were grateful you didn’t feel the need to immediately vomit. You stayed still in bed for as long as you could before slowly moving to sit. You checked your phone. There were a few texts from Sam and Ronnie, making sure you were okay. Your heart dropped when you saw there were no texts from your date. The pain in your head stopped you from crying, though you really wanted to. You eventually managed to peel yourself out of bed, slowly shuffling to the kitchen to get some water and whatever breakfast was safest for your current state. You got water and some pain meds, grabbing a banana and heading to your living room. You stopped in your tracks when you caught sight of your couch.

Daniel Wagner was asleep on your couch, comically positioned with one leg hanging off the side and the other dangled over the arm of the couch. You were frozen, taking in the sight of him looking so... peaceful. You were only used to his harsh, cold behavior, and now you finally got a peek into what everyone else got to see. It warmed your heart a little. 

You didn’t have time for thoughts like that, though. Shaking your head, you set your water and banana down on the coffee table and hovered over him, trying to think of the best way to wake him up. You leaned down, a few inches above his face. You gave his nose a light poke, waiting for him to react. His snore increased in volume a little, but he didn’t wake up. You groaned quietly and poked his nose again, a little harder. This time, he snapped awake, quickly reaching out and grabbing your wrist. You gasped and attempted to wriggle out of his grasp, but he had an iron grip on you. 

Danny slowly rose to his feet, towering over you at his full height. You tried to ignore the heat slowly spreading over your body, the tension in the air, the way your body began to buzz the longer he stared you down with those cold, dark eyes. 

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” he said in a tone so low it was almost a growl. 

“I could ask you the same thing. Why are you in my apartment?” You struck back.

“Sam and Ronnie goaded me into staying.”

“For?”

“To make sure you were okay. Maybe they thought you were too stupid to take care of yourself. Doesn’t seem that unlikely.”

“Really? You’re calling me stupid? So refreshing to see you still insult like we’re teenagers, Wagner.”

He let out a small, sour chuckle, then said, “You can be such a little fucking bitch sometimes, you know that?”

You couldn’t even register your actions. There was a loud crack, and a sharp stinging in your hand. Danny’s head was turned slightly to the side, the skin of his cheek already reddening. Your eyes went wide, and you were sure he could feel the way your pulse was skyrocketing.

His head slowly turned to you, a small smirk on his face. His eyes searched your entire face as he leaned in quickly, your eyes instinctively fluttering closed at the action. He abruptly stopped, pulling back a little, and a small part of you sunk in disappointed. Your mind began to race as you began to formulate an apology, but before you could open your mouth to speak Danny muttered out a “fuck it” before smashing his lips against yours.

His hand dropped your wrist, instead flying to hold your face against his. You shamelessly melted into the kiss, your hands finding their way to clutch at the soft sweater he was wearing. A small growl escaped his lips as his tongue swiped against your lips, your mouth instantly opening to grant him access. His hands moved to your hair, gripping it slightly as he pulled you head back. His eyes stared into your soul as you bother caught your breaths. A small smirk formed on your lips as a mischievous thought overtook your mind.

Two could play at that game. 

You tangled your hands into his curls, harshly tugging on them to bring his face back to yours. He let out a low groan as he fell back in sync with you. You were enjoying the heated makeout session when, in what you would now refer to as “Old Danny” fashion, he broke the blissful moment by giving your ass a hard smack. You couldn’t help the whimper you let out, only spurring Danny on as he gripped the sides of both your legs, urging you to jump up. You did, and he used his strength to hold you up against his waist. He quickly carried the two of you in the direction of the bedroom, but you two were stopped when he accidentally ran into a wall, causing one of your legs to slip from his hold. You couldn’t care less, however, and held him so tightly to keep his lips against yours. He was still supporting you on one leg, his free hand now roughly cupping your breast. You ground your hips against him, both of you letting out loud moans. He swung the two of you around, peeling you off the wall as he continued his journey to the bedroom.

You realized, in all those years of hating each other, he had never been inside your house, let alone your bedroom. You quickly muttered out a “door on the left” before reattaching your lips to his, you hands having departed from his hair to dig your nails ever so slightly into his back, just enough pressure that he could feel a dull pain through his shirt. He made quick work of opening the door, and as soon as you were both in the bedroom you ground down against his crotch. He let go of your legs, breaking the passionate kiss. You let out a whine of protest, but Danny reached out to grip your hips, grinding you against him. And yet, he wouldn’t go back to kiss you. 

You let out a small giggle. “What, don’t like that I had to take the lead?”

“Take the lead? I know that I kissed you first- you know what? You’re...” his voice dropped to a dangerously low - albeit sexy - tone. “You’re such. A. Bitch.”

His hands groped at the bottom of your shirt, attempting to lift it up and off, but you gripped his wrists, stopping him. “You first, Wagner.”

He didn’t even hesitate, the impatience prevalent in his voice. “Nope.”

He gripped at your shirt, taking it from the hem and lifting outwards instead of upwards. The “riiiippp” sound was loud and clear enough to temporarily shock you to into freezing. He looked at your now exposed (but still bra-encased) breasts. You could see his eyes shifting, his mind surely racing. 

“Thank you, Daniel. For giving me something to be a bitch about.”

You didn’t know what had come over you. Maybe it was the adrenaline, maybe it was years of pent of aggression. Whatever the reason, managed to spin the two of you around, pushing roughly against his chest to position him with his back against the bed. He reached up to grab your hips, yanking you down against him. His large hands groped your breasts, not even bothering to undo your bra before diving in to touch your skin. He ran his thumb over your nipples a few times, gauging your reaction. 

You bent down to kiss him, giving him a hard kiss before pulling back and quipping, “I don’t have for games, Wagner. Quit playing with me.”

He scoffed, bucking up into your hips, chuckling at the pathetic, whiny moan that left your lips. “I’ll play with you all night, if I want to.”

You rolled your eyes and pulled yourself away from the proximity of his face, peeling off the rest of your torn shirt and shimmying down to settle between his legs. He propped himself up on one arm, the other snaking down to unbutton his pants. You gave his wandering hand a quick swat, making sure he retreated it before making quick work of his pants. He lifted his hips down just enough for you to pull down his boxers and pants and free his cock from its’ confines. You paused; your breath caught in your chest as you tried to process Danny’s cock. Ther had been a few times, at a few shows, that you had seen the strain of Danny’s cock against his pants. So, you had deduced he was big, you had even done some deep-undercover Twitter work to see what the fans theorized. But Danny was big. 

You looked up at him, a huge smirk on his face. You quickly turned you focus back to his cock, now more determined than ever. You put yourself in another place, another mindset, out of your body. You stuck your tongue out and flattened it against the base of his cock, licking all the way up to the tip, where you left a suckling kiss. You heard a quiet hitch in Danny’s breath, but you spared yourself a look, instead sucking on his tip a little more before beginning to take him down your throat.

“F-fuck!...” Danny stuttered loudly, followed by a muffled hiss as he assumedly bit his lip.

All your focus went into bobbing, the movement of your hands as they worked the rest of his length, and the bobbing of your head. Danny’s legs were twitching, trying not to thrash everywhere. You took a deep breath, pulled you mouth up just enough to give his top one last lick, before taking him as deep as you could, feeling him just there in the back of your throat. You gagged, but took a deep breath and stayed there, but only for a second. Danny had grabbed you by your hair and yanked you off his cock, and once you were straightened up on your knees, he gave you another firm slap on the ass. You decided to play up the theatrics, dramatically allowing yourself to plop face first into the mattress. He snorted as you stretched your back down like a cat propping your ass up in the air. He hooked his fingers under the band of both your panties and your sleep shorts, pulling them down and out from under your legs. Your body jumped slightly at the feeling of his finger against your core, barely pressing a single finger into you after having swirled it around in the wetness that had been pooling in your shorts. You bucked back into his finger, silently begging for more. He gave you another swat, your ass stinging and no doubt red by now. 

“Jesus fucking Christ, will you hurry up and do something? Because if not I just need five minutes alone- oh!”

His tongue was what shut you up. The feeling of his tongue against your clit, holding your hips up to grant him more access to your core. He lapped eagerly at your clit, his tongue flicking at just the right speed to make you squirm in his grasp. “Fuck bab- Danny!” 

He moaned against your core, causing a shiver up your spine. You became lost in the swirling pattern he started against you, settling your head down on the pillow with a content sigh. You lifted you head in protest at the loss of feeling against your clit, but let out a loud, almost porn-like moan at the feeling of his fingers burying inside you. He took attention to you like you had to him, clearly watching how your body was reacting in order to find that oh-so-sensitive spot inside you. 

“I... I’m-”

“Yeah?” he purred out, his tone dripping with ego.

You let out a frustrated groan, but your body betrayed your feelings of annoyance as your orgasm took over. He didn’t let you ride it through, however, yet your body trembled slightly at the feeling. You felt him looming over you, leaning across your back to whisper in your ear, his breath hot against your neck, “That was less than five minutes.”

You pushed yourself back against him, once again to prideful to beg verbally. 

Danny had caught on to your games however, holding your hips still with one hand and keeping the tip of his cock against your entrance. “Use your words, princess.” 

“Danny-”

“Hmm?”

You closed your eyes, holding back a groan at his cockiness. You swallowed your pride. “Danny... please, please, fuck me.”

He wasted no time entering you, sheathing his length inside you in one go. You felt some discomfort, which made you jolt slightly, but no real pain. Danny gave a few slow thrusts, but felt you tensing up, and stopped.

You huffed, blowing your hair out of your face. “You don’t have to...”

You trailed off at the feeling of Danny pressing a gentle kiss to your spine. It made you freeze, but not because you were in pain. 

You and Daniel Wagner had known each other for years. And for all those years, you had assumed he had hated you. You had held out hope, but a part of you had learned to resent him for his coldness. Yet, you never hated him. As your confused, but never negative, feelings for him grew, the attraction you had felt for him blossomed ten-fold. Could it be? Was it all wrong? Was there something in his heart for you other than hatred?

He slowly began to pump into you, moving at a slow but deep pace. The moaning between the two of you synced up, harmonizing his deep, raspy tone with your lighter, softer moans. He kept a hand on your hip, rubbing gentle circles into you. You felt another orgasm bubbling up inside you, but it was ripped away from you when Danny pulled out. He was as swiftly as he could, and you grinned a little at the thought that he didn’t really want to hurt you. He flipped you on your back and you took in his sexed-out state, the way his curls were slightly damp and sticking to him, the sheer coat of sweat he had, the softer but equally horny look he had in his eyes. You didn’t even hear the soft “wow...” you let out, but you did notice the way all of his features softened at once. Still, there was some doubt in your mind. He entered you again, and when his arm moved beside your head, you tilted your chin slightly, thinking he might give you a cheeky slap or apply some pressure to your neck. That is, you assumed, this was still hate fucking. Danny, however, had softened completely, instead taking his hand and gently cupping your cheek. You stared at him, wide eyed, a gaze he met with a tenderness in his gaze. You gasped when he began to move, his pace slightly faster than before but just as deep. You felt your eyes fluttering, getting washed up in the tidal wave of pleasure gently crashing over you with every stroke. Danny pulled you back ashore, his thumb rubbing gentle strokes into your cheek. You bit your lip as you felt your orgasm nearing again, and by the way he was groaning you could tell he wasn’t far behind. 

“Danny?”

He hummed in question, leaning down to give you a gentle but firm kiss. 

When your lips detached, you reached your hand to grasp at his shoulder, giving him an affectionate squeeze. “You can come in me.” You whispered. He groaned and ducked his head down, burying it in the crook of your neck. You closed your eyes at the feeling of his mouth on your sensitive skin, the both of you sighing against each other as you both orgasmed. He fucked you through it at a slower pace until your legs started trembling from overstimulation. He pulled out gently, spreading one last sigh against your neck. 

You began to rub soothing pattern into his back. There was a small part of you that still feared that, despite Danny’s sudden change in demeanor, he would go back to hating you again. If that was true, you wanted to keep him in this state of calm for as long as possible. 

He lifted off of you, his own muscles twitching in the aftermath. He sat up, looking down at you. You propped yourself up with the pillows, looking back at him. You crossed your arms.

“Here, let me go get you a towel-”

“What the hell was that, Daniel?”

He looked like a deer in headlights. He nervously scratched at his arm. “I don’t... I don’t know what you mean.” He looked down and you sighed. 

“Danny. Please look at me.”

He looked up, this time his features looked guilty. You sniffled, feeling yourself overcome with emotion. “What did I ever do to make you hate me?”

He shook his head, reaching over to touch your crossed arms in reassurance. “I... No, y/n... I never hated you. Ever.” He let out a long sigh. “I... I know I’ve been a total dick. And it went on for way, way too long. I...” he rolled his eyes, letting out a small, sarcastic laugh. “In High School, I... fell in love with you. Like, cheesy, rom-com, love-at-first-sight shit. I thought you weren’t into me, so I pushed you away. But I saw... I saw how hard you were trying, and after a while I just got so embarrassed of myself, I didn’t know how to stop. And then you started to push back and... I gave up. Figured I didn’t stand a chance.”

You were shocked. You had run a million scenarios through your head as to what Danny hated about you. None of those scenarios even remotely hinted to his confession. You giggled and he looked at you, an adorable, confused look on his face. “You, Daniel Robert Wagner, thought you didn’t have a chance with little ‘ol me?” You reached out to him, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. His hands flew to your sides, his forlorn look melting away, a boyish grin forming on his face in its stead. “Danny, c’mon. Every moment since I met you, you’re all I think about. All I want. You drive me... fucking insane,” you both giggled, his laugh rumbling through his chest. “But guess what?”

He hummed in question again, tilting forward to press his forehead against yours.

You whispered, his lips ghosting against yours, “Since I met you, I’ve been in love with you too.”

[ghostly-penumbra]

Happy (late) holidays, @everystarstorm! I was your secret gifter this year!

The Prompt: ALL ghosts need to honour the truce. Including those who don't know they're considered part ghost.

Could be DPxDC with Red Hood or could be with Valerie.

I decided it would be with both!

Warning: (Barely) mentioned drugs, there's a fight, lots of swearing. The Fentons' Christmas feud is mentioned, there is a small breakdown(?). But, as requested, it gets solved by the end! (So it's hurt/comfort overall). There is a scene that could be considered “suggestive” but that wasn’t my intention and this isn’t an explicit work. There is also references to dying.

Ao3

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Valerie didn't hate living in Gotham. She just hated the smog, the villains, and how mean could be the people when you were just trying to go about your day.

It made life hard and fast-paced, with little breathing room between an academic crisis and a city-wide one.

What she really appreciated, though, was the lack of portals to Hell in her ex-boyfriend’s basement that constantly let out ghosts who greatly enjoyed wreaking havoc in her town. Her new city had its restless spirits, of course, but it wasn’t brimming with ambient ectoplasm enough to power up ghost royalty and Ancients, so she could easily deal with them by either helping them move along or make them.

(Her psycho-pomp side-job was not something she was Obsessed with, really, it’s just that she much preferred it when the dead didn’t mess with people trying to live their lives and had no way to defend themselves. That wasn’t fair.)

The downside of that was that she somehow managed to fall into a fake sense of security in Gotham, of all places. And so, when a convoy of half a dozen unmarked vans sped next to her as she left the library –they wouldn’t let her spend the night studying there in Christmas Eve, or the whole of Christmas day, either, the traitors–, followed by a ping from her Ghost Detector –which wasn’t a ghost sense, even if it was part of her suit, which was a part of her now, no matter what Danny said– and a man riding a motorcycle one-handed whilst he fired a gun with his other hand, she froze.

For a second, which was a small eternity on its own right, which many times meant the difference between living and dying. She froze, confused, wondering how the heck had a proper ghost –that had a high enough level of ectoplasm in itself as to be Detected by her suit– made it all the way to New Jersey? A natural portal, perhaps?

The very next second, by which point she could’ve died already, the Red Huntress sprang into action. Her suit covered her body like a second skin, lifting her from the round as her hover-board materialized and she began her chase.

“Stop right there, ectoplasmic scum!” She yelled at the ghost overshadowing what was probably some thug or crime lord, even. If her luck was really rotten, it probably was one of the more gun-oriented vigilantes.

The ghost turned the guy’s head towards her and quickly fired two shots at her hover-board. Valerie activated the suit’s intangibility with a thought and felt the bullets pass right through her unimpeded.

Annoyed, she growled under her breath, “You’ll regret that,” and pointed her wrist-gun at it; focused as she was on where it would be next, she didn’t wonder why it had used an actual, real gun rather than an ecto-beam.

The ecto-net flew from her wrist and Red Huntress hurried to secure down her end to her board, feeling it dip from the added weight as she fished the guy up from his bike, leaving it to careener off the road.

“Fucking shit! What the fuck is this?” Raged the ghost as it tried to cut the net with a hella-big knife. It probably had already figured phasing through it was not an option.

Well, neither was cutting it.

“Pff, don’t try it, big boy.” Red Huntress told it whilst she pulled up her GPS. “Skulker himself almost cried when none of his blades worked either.” She sing-sang in a mocking tone. That was a much cherished memory of hers.

After a moment of silence, the host spoke again, “I don’t even know who the fuck are you, but as soon as I’m outta here, I’ll fuck you up.”

Valerie rolled her eyes under her helmet, and set course to a dilapidated zone with many abandoned buildings that would serve to minimize potential collateral damage.

“That, you can try, ghost, once you release this… thug? Violent vigilante?” Red Huntress shrugged. Too busy with school to keep up with the gothamite night life, she was lagging a lot in her knowledge of who was who in the Hero/Vigilante vs. Villain/Criminal scene.

“For your information, jerk, I prefer the term zombie, since I’m up and about in my own body.” The ghost said.

“That’s what you all say, ‘this is my bo-’ what are you doing?!”

The ghost had shot a grappling hook at a nearby water tower, securing it firmly, and having Red Huntress’ momentum make her lose her balance and be pulled back by force, dislodging the net from where Valerie had clipped it to her board, and both of them tumbled down the couple of metres left between the ground and them.

Red Huntress retracted her board back into her suit the moment it hit the ground, falling on her feet and running out what was left of her momentum to reduce the impact damage.

She turned around and didn’t hesitate in shooting an ecto-blast from her other wrist as she saw the ghost pointing its gun at her (low, aimed at her thigh to impede, not kill). His gun clattered to the ground and he cursed, holding his injured hand close to his chest whilst he reached for his belt with the other one.

Red Huntress didn’t give him a chance. She stretched her arm and the ecto-net –which the ghost hadn’t managed to completely take off yet, and he had just started fighting whilst still entangled– launched itself back towards her, sweeping the ghost from its feet.

“Fuck this thing!” It swore again, and Red Huntress quickly straddled its abdomen and pointed her ecto-gun under its chin.

“I don’t want to hurt whoever it is you’re overshadowing, but I will if I have to. So come out of that body and fight me like a real ghost if it’s a brawl what you want!”

The ghost growled at her, mindful of the wrist-ray. “I told you I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about. I may have died but I am alive now, I’m not a ghost, and this is my body!” It lurched up and flipped them over, pinning Red Huntress’ wrists to the ground next to her head and away from him. “So you better leave me alone or we’re really gonna have a problem.” It reared back and then head-butted her, making their red helmets clash. “Are we clear?”

“Then tell me something, big boy,” Red Huntress spat venomously, “if you’re not a ghost possessing some random hunk, then why do ecto-weapons work on you? Shield up!”

A surge of red power lurched from Valerie’s suit and materialized around her, pushing the ghost away with a grunt of pain.

They stood up quickly, both taking fighting stances. Neither waited for the other one to find a good opening, and launched themselves at their adversary–

–and stopped dead in their tracks just as their fists were about to connect with the other one’s face.

“What are you doing to me?” The ghost demanded in a growl; his fear would have been well-hidden if not for the small cracking of his voice.

“I didn’t do shit, ghost.” She spat back. She moved back to an upright stance, but the moment she tried to attack her body froze again.

Red Huntress looked back at the ghost, who seemed to have reached the same conclusion as she, if his hand opening and closing as a claw whilst it hovered next to his holsters was a reliable sign.

“No violence, it seems.” It said, frustrated.

“That doesn’t sound like Gotham.” Red Huntress mumbled to herself but got a snort from the ghost all the same.

There was still tension running high between them, and Val was thinking fast on how to get the ghost out of that body and into her thermos without kicking its ass, and the ghost was obviously just as eager to resume their brawl.

Psychological warfare it would be.

Just as Valerie was about to say the meanest, most awful, confidence-shattering insult that would make Regina George proud and leave her former A-lister social group back home gaping at her… there was a shift in the air.

You know that feeling you get when you find out someone died? When it finally dawns on you that they are no more, will never be again, and nothing will change that.

Well, to that feeling, add the fact that said dead person is looking at you, and maybe you will get what they felt in that moment.

A bright, toxic green spiral appeared above the space between them, spreading out and opening up to a visage of floating purple islands and doors of all colours.

“By decree of the King of the Ghost Zone, any ecto-entity or spirit that breaks the [insert religious festivity here] will have to personally fight—” The glowing figure wrapped in royal regalia stopped as he took in what he was seeing, “-me. Uh, Red, what’s going on? Who’s your new friend?”

Valerie’s cheeks flushed with rage as Danny looked at her foe up and down with a furrowed brow.

“He’s not my friend! This ghost is overshadowing some hunk and it doesn’t want to let him go!” She said, pointing her finger at said ghost.

“I’ve already told you, I’m not a fucking ghost! This is my own fucking body and I’m not in the fucking mood to deal with this shit!”

“Then why does my ghost detector ping you as one?”

“Because your shit is broken, I don’t care!”

“And I should just take your word for it? You shot me!”

“And you fished me out of a car chase! Who the fuck does that?!”

“A ghost hunter to a ghost!”

“I’m getting fucking tired of you Ghost Buster shtick-”

“And I’m already freaking tired of you ‘not a ghost’ thing!”

“Oh, you can’t even swear.” The ghost mocked. “Shit fucking lame.”

“Get fucked, you ectoplasmic piece of shit.”

“Get out of my turf, Ghost Facer wannabe.”

“Shut up!”

Their mouths clamped shut against their will before they could throw any more vitriol at each other. They turned and found the young king hunched over on the floor, cradling his –now crown-less – head in his hands and with his eyes closed tight. His regalia was all gone, and instead he now wore a white hoodie fashioned after his regular suit. The hood was wide and covered a good half of his face, but his mouth still showed in a pained grimace.

“One year, that’s all I ask. One year without having to be in the middle of a stupid fight between believer and non-believer on fuckin’ Christmas. Is that too much to ask? I can’t lash out, I can’t stay out of it, am I just supposed to be unhappy?”

Val flinched, and her posture shifted so that she was turned towards Danny, ignoring the angry ghost next to her.

“Phantom?” She asked, approaching slowly, one step at a time. “Can I sit here?”

Phantom shrugged his shoulders and snorted. Not a ‘no’, so Valerie took a seat on the sidewalk with him, close enough to touch him if he allowed it.

The unknown ghost looked between one and the other, obviously confused, but Val wasn’t paying attention to him anymore. For one, she no longer could kick his ass, and most importantly, her friend needed her.

“Your parents are still holding onto their feud?” She asked gently.

“Pff, as if either of them was mature enough to accept defeat just for the sake of peace.” He spat, pulling his hoodie lower.

Valerie pursed her lips under her helmet. Danny’s relationship with his parents was good, especially since he revealed his half-ghost status to them. (Valerie’s acceptance had been… slower; to reconcile the fact that the sweet, shy boy she had dated and the annoying ghost she hunted were one and the same took her time, and now she regretted it had been so long); so for him to express himself like that about them… it must still be bad.

“I’m sorry.” She said, because even if it did nothing for him, she was. “I would’ve thought you would stay away for Christmas.”

“I wanted to, but there was an issue with a natural portal.” Danny explained to her, turning his head just the smallest bit toward her. His freckles glowed green just like his eyes, so she could see the bags under them. “I fixed it alright, just not in time to avoid their spat.”

Val put a hand on his shoulder and when he leaned into her touch she went for it and wrapped him in a one-armed hug.

“Well, you’re here and not there right now. Want me to show you around?” She offered him.

“What the absolute fuck is going on anymore?” Both Amity Parkers looked back up to the gothamite still standing there. “Who the fuck are you people?”

“Right, duty first.” Danny said and stood up, dusting off his clothes. “As the King of the Ghost Zone, it is my duty to make sure all ghosts, spirits, shadows, and ecto-entities abide by the Truce. Ecto-contamination makes you both ecto-entities.” He said as he gestured at Red Huntress with a hand, who took it to help herself up from the ground. “I assume you are dead-adjacent.” He asked in a tone too monotonous for such a question.

“… you could say that.” Was the clipped answer.

“There you have it. I’m not gonna delve into it right now, we can talk at length later, suffice to say, you count as an ecto-entity, so you are subject to the Truce, and that means no fighting in Christmas Day.”

“I have fought every Christmas ever since I was resurrected.” The dead-adjacent-but-apparently-not-a-ghost guy said.

“Fighting living, non-contaminated humans without a trace of ectoplasm in them. Which, and you’ll hate this, you won’t be able to do anymore, either.”

“What?!” The vigilante(?) roared, advancing menacingly just to stop one step in. “The fuck does that mean?!”

Phantom sighed and rubbed at his temples. “It means the Truce hadn’t taken effect on you because your ecto-signature is weak, and you hadn’t fought any other ecto-entity before, but now you have,” he pointed with his head at Red Huntress, who was paying as much attention at these news, “so now you can’t fight in this day anymore.”

“What about self-defence?” He asked quickly. Smart.

“That’s where I come in. I get the call, check out what’s up, and if a fight is needed, I have it.” He turned to his ex, sheepishly. “I just added that bit myself, y’know, to release some misplaced anger.”

“Understandable.” She said, patting him on the back. She turned to the vigilante. “I guess that means you’re not a ghost, after all.”

“As I kept saying.” He growled at her, but she ignored him.

“Well, there is nothing to it now.” She summoned her board and offered her ex a hand. “Let’s sight-see.”

Danny smiled, with his freckles shining bright green. “Yeah, okay.”

“So that’s it? You interrupt me in the middle of chasing down drug dealers, you tell me I’m some… pseudo ghost, you forbid me from fighting just ‘cause it’s fuckin’ Christmas day, and now you just leave.” He was clenching his fists hard, and Valerie could picture clearly the snarl on his face under the red helmet.

“It do be like that sometimes.” She told him unkindly, rolling her eyes. She wasn’t having an existential crisis over her nature, even if she had just as much right as him.

“We are going to have a talk, later.” Phantom told him, ignoring Red Huntress’ mean remark and sitting down on the board with his feet dangling. “There’s more stuff you need to know, and I would like you to go see my doctors for a full check-up.” The boy King said with an intense look. “And you’re welcome to join us, by the way.”

“Oh, I am?”

“He is?”

Danny sent a look at Valerie and she just inclined her head to convey her skepticism.

“Yes, you are.” He told the vigilante. “It’s part of the Truce; no hard feelings, regardless of circumstances or allegiances.”

“Pff, sure, I’ll think about it.” He said, turning his back, on them and walking away. He didn’t sound like he would think about it.

“Let’s go, ghostly boy.”

- - -

Hovering barely above Wayne Tower –but a considerable distance away anyways– Valerie and Danny sat watching the sunrise with a tray of jokerized fries between them (and several other wrappings stored away). Apparently, the batburger opened 24/7, every day of the year.

They saw the grapple land on the boar and hook itself to the conveniently placed anchor, making the board dip with the added weight.

They watched in unperturbed silence as the line retracted itself and bought along the vigilante they had found out to be Red Hood after a google search. Crime-Lord-slash-Vigilante, the Truce didn’t care.

“Took ya long enough.” Danny told him as he heaved himself up and then sat next to them.

“Ugh, shut up.” Red Hood answered, but there was barely any heat to his words. “Not much else to do today, apparently.” He glanced at the batburger bags that sat next to Red Huntress and asked, “Got any chili dogs on that?” The paper bag passed hands and soon Red Hood was rummaging through its contents. “Bingo.” He took off his helmet –under which he had a domino mask– and dug in.

Valerie just took another fry to her mouth.

“So,” the gothamite said after being handed a can of pop, “any plans for the day?” He was looking at them, and his face as much more expressive without the helmet; he was genuinely curious, probably wondering what would two vigilantes do on a day without fights and when barely any business was open.

“I was thinking of sneaking into the planetarium later at night.” Danny said. “As long as there’s no property damage, no one gets hurt, and I don’t have ill intentions, the Truce remains intact.” He explained.

“I had thought of going to Robinson Park and have a picnic or something.” Val commented. “Here’s to hoping Poison Ivy isn’t there today, though.”

“She’s in Arkham right now, don’t worry.” Red Hood told her. “The day is long, though; wanna get lost in the woods for a few hours?” He offered them. At both incredulous stared –though Red Huntress’ was hidden by her mask, which had retracted just enough to allow her to eat– he continued, “It’s a cool place to go for a hike if you know which parts to avoid, which I do. There’s also a good hidden bookstore and library that’s open all year ‘round and I have a card, if either of you cares, and there’s also a great Chinese place downtown, also.” He crumbled his trash in his hands and stood up to throw it with a baseball player’s skill at Wayne Tower, managing to make it enter an open window. “Suck it!”

Valerie and Danny looked at each other and shrugged.

“Sounds good to me.”

Val stood up, dusting off crumbs from her suit. “Alright then, big boy. Guide us to that secondary location in the middle of the woods.”

[t0ast-ghost]

Okay I really liked scream 6. Some might argue I just like Jack Quaid too much and that him approximately being in a movie is good enough for me. But No! I think this movie was so genuinely great.

Couple notes on that to elaborate:

- they had a great set up with the last movie, cause we got to see how shitty Richie was as a person and how he died and now we get to watch him get idolized

- the beginning, not one kill that was differing from the norm BUT TWO?!? It must be fucking Christmas (haha I know it’s Halloween in the movie)

- I liked that Jason had posters of metropolis and other German expressionist films on his wall, damn he really is a film student (I’m film student adjacent so I can make this joke)

- the kills were so fucking disturbing, I was left gasping after Anika’s death and almost fucking lost it anytime Mindy or Chad almost died

- that brings me to Mindy, like holy fuck, I really liked her rants in this movie, the last movies one’s felt too preachy and on the nose for me. Her and Anika’s last kiss had me crying. Might be my new favourite character. The terror in the train scene holy shit

- the train scene was masterful. I hated every second, not knowing which party would get attacked, who to trust (it got me to trust Ethan), or just when the fuck anything would happen

- CHASE SCENES! All we really got from 5 was the hospital, this time we get the store, the apartment (truly incredible), and Gale’s house

- Gale actually shooting the fucker was my favourite badass moment (although the end sequence is great I think it’s too sad to be my favourite). I loved how she was taunted but is so skillful and almost beat the fucker

- I also loved the fan theories throughout the movie, from mentioning Stu Macher was alive to how each of the main legacy cast could be the killers

- I found the screams throughout the movie were so intense. I don’t know if I just didn’t realize in previous films but holy shit the screams were so well done by the actors

- The relationships felt so real and they really did feel like people bonded by their past. I loved the way that Tara wasn’t just close to Chad but also Mindy (also that it didn’t feel like her and Chad were close just for romantic/sexual purposes). The part where Tara rests her head on Mindy’s shoulder or where Chad was getting her away from Frankie. Outside of the core four, it still felt real, like the awkward moments with Quinn to how Danny was still a little distanced from Sam since their relationship is new but he still cares for her

- end sequence was so good, I was NOT happy about Chad but I get they needed to get literally every other character out of the way for the sequence other than the two mains (and a cop adjacent character for good measure)

- When Tara and Sam really started fighting back, like he gives his whole fatherly speech and then Sam calls his son a limp dick baby man and you can see his whole facade crumble just a bit and he’s caught off guard

- every time Jack Quaid appeared I laughed because IT WAS JUST SELFIES OF HIM! I really love his acting but when you get a suspect board and it’s a selfie of him in a car with earbuds I’m gonna fucking cackle (though they might’ve used more personal photos throughout to show a more familial connection, make it more homey)

- fairly certain the clip of him talking in his “film” was actually taken from past stuff he’s done? I’m assuming?

- the sequence of them killing everyone was both really well done but also so sad? Like neither of them wanted this, they feel happy about getting back at the people who have supposedly killed all their friends, but Tara starts crying after killing Ethan, Sam doesn’t want to become her father. And she ultimately isn’t, she’s protecting Tara, she’s killing for revenge, whereas Billy did it because he wanted to? (I haven’t watched the first in awhile but I don’t think he had anything against Sid other than the fact he killed her mom) I don’t think what Sam did was something necessarily “right” or “just” she did it for survival, like a bear to protect her cub. That ending in the film it was probably the best turn out.

- Then the ending where both Sam and Tara are coming out from behind the curtain and it says “written and directed by Richie Kirsch” wow just wow. That says so much, cause yeah, he did get his movie, Sam killed a lot.

Well that’s my notes. Really enjoyed, maybe I should rewatch the trilogy and finally watch the fourth movie (I watched one, five, two, then three but wasn’t paying as much attention to three… or two… okay I’m a bad fan)

P.S. I kinda hope they make a series

P.P.S. I have a list of every horror movie I could think of and if you like that sort of thing, check it out! (Maybe even recommend a movie… or five)

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The Librarian - Jake Kiszka | Chapter 10

a/n: it’s finally here!! the last chapter of this series 🥰 thank you to everyone who interacted and showed interest and love from the beginning. i absolutely loved writing this, and i plan on continuing writing for the universe! i am open to ideas/requests for standalone fics for this universe now :)

and a final thank you to @maud-gone and @streamingcolors-gvf for always listening to me fish and talk about this series, and even help me plan some things out. i couldn’t have done this without them 💕

warnings: allusions to sex, a couple steamy scenes (no smut), bad writing (?)

word count: ~ 4.4k

“Okay, we have the pizza, soda, chips and dip, and O Brother, Where Art Thou up and ready to play, is that everything?” Jake asks as you two plop down on the couch together.

“I think so. God, this pizza looks so good.”

Jake’s entire family was out of the house for the weekend, so he took this time to invite you over for a date night, and to sleep over with him. His parents went out of town on a little trip to another state, Sam was hanging out with Danny, as they were going camping starting Monday, and Josh was traveling around Michigan with some of his film friends working on a new project.

As Christmas was slowly approaching, the Kiszka’s had a Christmas tree up in the corner of the room, the tiny bulbs illuminating everything, along with the TV, and a single table lamp remained on, just so you weren’t in total darkness.

As you two dig into the pizza, you quietly chat about things in the movie, stating facts that you know from research or a memory when you first watched it. About halfway through, two pieces of pizza remained, and you were stuffed.

Jake pauses the movie to put the salsa and queso in the fridge, also sealing the bag of chips with a twist tie while you put the pizza in a ziplock bag and throw the box outside in the garbage, much to Jake’s dismay; he hated you going out in the cold, but you didn’t give him a chance to take over.

Once back inside, you cuddle up next to Jake, slightly shivering due to the chilly, winter weather settling in Frankenmuth. His arm falls around your body, running up and down your back.

“I know a way I can warm you up,” he cheekily whispers into your hair. Giggling, you raise your head to look at him and narrow your eyes in curiosity.

“Yeah? What’s that?” Jake tugs his bottom lip between his teeth and leans in closer, kissing you softly to begin with. However, when your hand tugs at his neck to press him harder to you, he takes the hint and deepens the kiss.

His hands land on your waist, lowering you to lay back on the couch. His lips work against yours, a small rut of his hips knocking into yours, eliciting a whimper from you, something you weren’t expecting. He smirks and licks into your mouth, releasing a soft moan as well.

Nothing has gone this far between the two of you before, but you weren’t entirely against it, especially since no one was in the house. Jake senses this as your legs circle his waist, his hard-on already beginning to nudge at your inner thigh, but unfortunately the sound of the door opening rips you two apart.

Jake flies to the other side of the couch, his face red and his breathing heavy, sweat collecting along his hairline. His eyes fall on the door and that’s when he sees Josh, kicking his shoes off and muttering something. You awkwardly fix your pullover as Josh finally sees you two and falls into the single armchair.

“Fucking plans fell through,” he grumbles, picking at a loose string in the armrest. “Planned on going to Detroit first but Mark said he didn’t make any reservations for any hotels we were planning on staying at. So I drove home because I wasn’t gonna deal with that shit, or stay in some dinky ass motel that’s extremely sketchy.”

“I’m sorry,” Jake mutters, brushing his hair out of his face. You can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips, seeing him so worked up and flushed, along with being nervous and shy, like his usual self. His glasses were slightly fogged up due to the little encounter, and you found it a bit endearing.

He gulps, glancing over at you, not really knowing how to help his brother. He was still very much embarrassed about the fact that Josh walked in when he was planning on undressing you. Just as Jake is about to open his mouth to say something, Josh sighs heavily.

“Anyways, I’m sorry for interrupting your date, if you plan on fucking please keep it down, or tell me so that I don’t accidentally walk down here,” he says, grimacing at the thought alone. You feel your face heat up with embarrassment, just like Jake’s, as Josh disappears upstairs with his things.

“Um, is it okay if he joins us? I mean, I hate that his weekend was ruined, and uh…he’s my brother and everything,” Jake asks you.

“Yeah. But actually, is it okay if I go? I want him to know that I want him here too.”

“Okay,” he smiles, moving closer to kiss your cheek. Standing, you adjust your clothes a little better and head upstairs to Josh’s room.

With a soft kock, he opens the door seconds later, a small grin taking its place on his lips.

“Hi, um, you’re more than welcome to join us for the movie,” you tell him. “We’re halfway through, but we can restart it, or even watch a new one.”

“I’ll be alright, thank you, though. I don’t want to intrude on your date night.” He walks back into his room, leaving you standing in the doorway. Sighing softly, you step further into the room, taking notice of how different it is from Jake’s.

It was just as neat, with the exception of film equipment here and there, a couple piles of clothes, and the posters on his walls were more film related than just random. It smelled of cologne, a little less stronger than Jake’s, but it still smelled nice. His comforter, however, was strewn all over the place, and was plain red, compared to Jake’s navy blue that was very relaxing.

“I’m just gonna come out and say this, but can we work things through, Josh? Because I really do miss your company and your friendship, getting to talk about films nonstop and projects that we want to complete. I hate that you don’t like me because I chose your brother, but I want us to be friends, not just for the sake of Jake, but for us as well.”

Josh stops in his tracks, dropping the shirt he was holding onto his bed, preparing to change into it. He walks back over to you, keeping a reasonable distance.

“I don’t hate you, (Y/N). I could never bring myself to hate you. In fact I really like you, but I know it’s just something that I have to get over. I need time and it’ll be okay in the end. I know you’re happy with Jake, and that’s all I want. But I can’t pretend that it doesn’t pain me.” Every word is like a pin in your heart.

You felt so bad for Josh. You could tell this wasn’t something he was used to, usually getting his way with the girls he likes, and you can’t imagine losing someone you really like to a sibling, let alone a twin.

“Okay,” you whisper, not really knowing what else to say. He opens his arms to pull you in for a hug, and you happily oblige.

“I’m not upset with you, bug, I promise.” The little pet name sends a pang to your heart. “But I need some time to realize that you didn’t choose me.”

“I understand,” you somehow speak out, choking back a sob. With that, you walk out of his room, not looking back at him.

You had no idea why this hurt you so bad. But deep down, it hurt because you just wanted a friend, and Josh couldn’t see you as that right now. As you are heading for the stairs, Jake meets you, and you end up running into his body.

“Hey, what was taking so long?” You gaze into his beautiful brown eyes behind the thin frame of his glasses, and suddenly, everything feels okay.

His stare eases you a bit, but you still feel some sense of guilt and heartbreak. You crash into his chest, hugging him tightly to you.

“Shh, it’s alright,” he coos, realizing that you weren’t really okay anymore. “Why don’t we head back downstairs okay?”

So, you follow him, keeping his hand in yours for some ounce of comfort. Taking a seat on the couch, you curl back up into his arms, thankfully no tears making their way down your face just yet.

“Does he not want to join?” Jake finally asks. You shake your head against his shoulder, and finally sit up.

“No. I also…asked him if we could possibly go back to the way things were before…all of this, and he told me he needs time to get over me, so we can’t really be friends until he’s okay with the fact that I’m with you and not him.

“Fucking prick,” Jake grumbles under his breath.

“I just want a good friendship with him, not only because he’s your brother, but because I really enjoyed being friends before everything happened. I loved sitting and talking about film or watching movies together, and we haven’t had that for a while, and I miss it so much.”

“He’ll come around, I know he will,” Jake reassures you. “He’s just not used to getting his way, so he’s pouting.”

“Jacob,” you lightly scold him, making him chuckle.

“Everything will be okay, I promise, darling. And I’ll be here with you through everything.”

“Thank you, Jakey.”

“Anything for my love. So, do you wanna keep watching the movie?” He knew that continuing your actions from before Josh walked in was not an answer; he didn’t want to pressure you into that now when he saw how upset you were.

“No, not really. Can you just hold me?”

“Of course, love.”

You two situate yourselves on the couch in a more comfortable position, laying on the sectional so that you could easily cuddle up to him. He throws the blanket over your bodies and holds you close to him, his hand trailing up and down your back underneath your pullover to help ease your anxiety.

–

After spending the weekend with Jake, he was back to work for the week, having taken Sunday off to spend with you. So today, you were hanging out by yourself in your house, catching up on some chores around your room, cleaning things up while listening to a new vinyl you recently bought.

A new favorite date of yours and Jake’s was to go to record stores in cities closeby, mainly Detroit, and pick out a new record to listen to every couple weeks. This time, he recommended you get Sigh No More by Mumford and Sons, so that’s what you were listening to today.

In the middle of your break, laying on your bed, someone knocks on your closed door. No one else but your older sister is home, so you knew it was her.

“Hey, what’s up?” You ask, inviting her in. She takes a seat on your bed and you follow suit, grabbing the shark plushie that Jake got you at the aquarium. She notices this right away and smiles.

“How are things with Jake? Has he asked you to be his girlfriend yet or what?” Heat rises to your cheeks as you soon realize that you hadn’t really updated anyone on anything, aside from Jake’s entire family.

“Actually, I asked him,” you admit. “We went on a walk in the park to look at the Christmas lights and it just happened.”

“Really? That’s so sweet. So what’s he really like?” She gushes, scooting closer to you like it’s some secret. Chuckling, you twiddle your fingers nervously, feeling awkward over the fact that you are so smitten with Jake, and especially showing that side of you to your sister.

“He’s wonderful. I mean even since knowing him, he’s opened up a lot, and he’s…he’s just so sweet. He makes sure that I’m comfortable while over at his house, making sure that whatever they eat for dinner, it’s something that I like or am okay with, texting me all the time just to say hi, and sometimes just helping me through the day by being beside me. His presence is so calming and grounding, and I’ve really fallen for him.”

“Do you love him?” The question sends you into a panic. You haven’t really put much thought into that, but you did feel strongly for him. Was that love? Or was it still the honeymoon phase of the relationship.

“I don’t know,” you whisper after a little bit. “Maybe.”

–

It was now a week before Christmas, and the Kiszka and Wagner families gathered up at the ice rink for their annual ice skating night out. And of course, Jake invited you, with the approval of everyone else, though they were all excited for you to join.

“Jake, I don’t know much about ice skating,” you admit to him after you are handed your skates from the woman behind the skate rental counter.

“Don’t worry. I’ll hold your hand to help you. I’m not gonna let you fall,” he replies, kissing your temple. Of course, with the rink being outside, you were bundled up with multiple layers to battle the cold, including a beanie, but Jake’s kisses still manage to make you feel warm inside.

Not to mention how cute he looked, with his beanie pulled over his ears and most of his forehead, paired so adorably with the thicker frames of another pair of glasses. Though the light snow that was falling had made their home on his lenses, and you wanted nothing more than to clean them off for him.

“If I fall, it’s on you,” you playfully point a gloved finger at. He laughs and grabs it to pull you into his body. You collide with his chest, your own laughter ringing out in the air.

After the two of you have your skates on and everything, Jake helps you over to the ice, stepping onto it with ease as he’s done this for years. Both of his hands grab onto yours, helping you onto the ice with him.

Finding your balance, you kick off and start to move, still clinging to Jake for safety.

“There you go!” He cheers. “Think you can let go of my hand?”

“I think so,” you murmur, concentrating on your movements. Starting with one hand, then the other, you are able to skate on your own with no help, steadying yourself each time you feel yourself about to fall. You are able to make it one full lap around with Jake just being there in case you need help, and as soon as you come back to where you entered, he wraps his arms around you.

“You’re a natural!” He shouts, pumping one fist in the air and aughing loudly. You reach up and kiss him sweetly, not caring about PDA in this moment. Just then, Danny skates over to the two of you.

“Are you two finally together?!” He asks, throwing his arm around your shoulder, his hand able to reach Jake’s own shoulder.

“Yeah,” you admit with a wide smile. Both sets of parents join you three, Dan and Lori cooing at the news they just learned with their son.

“About damn time, honestly,” Ronnie jokes. Josh, still not having spoken much to you, decides to join in on the teasing.

“And she was the one to ask him,” he says, “couldn’t find the balls to ask her.”

Jake shoves Josh, a bit more than a playful one, causing Josh to lose his balance and fall to the ground. He takes Jake’s ankle with him, and Danny pulls you away so that you don’t fall with them.

“Boys! You are twenty-one years old! Quit acting like children!” Karen scolds with a scoff and an eye roll. The twins stand back up, splitting apart. Josh skates away and Jake returns to your side, where he finds you trying to stifle a giggle. He pushes his glasses up, having slipped just a little from the fall.

“What’s so funny, huh?” He pinches your side a little, resulting in a squeal to escape from your lips.

“Nothing, nothing. Just…my boyfriend getting yelled at by his mother for fighting with his twin,” you joke.

“Fuck off,” he giggles, taking your hand again. He pulls you away from the group to get some time alone with you, skating around aimlessly.

It’s a peaceful scene, not many people are here tonight, so it’s rather quiet. There was Christmas music playing, setting the mood perfectly. You could hear Jake humming along to some songs quietly, especially the Frank Sinatra and Dean Martin songs, and it made your heart swoon.

“Can I be cheesy for a moment?” He questions, still skating around. Glancing over at him, you nod, and notice how his nose was already starting to turn red from not having anything cover it from the winter wind. “I’m really glad that I met you.”

“I’m glad that I met you too,” you grin, coming to a stop in a nearly secluded section of the rink.

“I haven’t been this happy in a long time, and it’s all because of you. You have really improved my life, and I can’t thank you enough. You mean so much to me, honey.”

“Jakey, you mean everything to me. I never had such a caring and loving boyfriend, I feel so lucky that you’re mine.” He smiles and leans in to kiss you, his hand coming up to cradle your cheek. Warmth covers your face, both from his breath and his gloved hand, and you wanted to stay here forever, wrapped in his arms, protected from the chilly air, no care in the world other than him.

“Gross!!” Sam yells as he skates past the two of you. Jake breaks from the kiss to look up at his younger brother, giving you a quick peck once more before darting away to chase Sam. You can’t help but giggle at how much he loves his brothers.

“Boys will be boys, right?” Karen comments, skating up next to you.

“Have they done this every year? Just constantly chase each other and shove each other down?”

“Sweetheart, that was my life twenty-four-seven with the three of them. Shoving, hitting, arguing, all of it,” she laughs. A chuckle escapes your lips too, your eyes finding your boyfriend being tugged to the ground by Sam, Danny attempting to help his best friend up.

“You know,” she continues on, “I haven’t seen Jake like this in years. He’s more open and out of his shell.”

“He is?”

“Oh yeah. He’s always been the shy and reserved person, much different than Josh. But that made him Jake. And ever since he was a teenager, he struggled with dating. Not so much finding friends, he had a few and he really didn’t care all that much, but Josh always got the girls. So it’s rather nice to see him with someone that cares a lot about him and likes him for him.”

“I really do…I really do care for him. And I think-I think I love him,” your voice tapers off to a whisper, but she hears you due to how close you are standing. A fond smile spreads across her face and she pulls you into a hug.

“I’m so beyond thankful that you came into his life at the right time,” she says, a hint of sadness in her voice, but appreciation for you more evident.

“I don’t know where I would be if I hadn’t met him that day at the library. He’s changed me for the better, and I see that I’ve changed him as well.”

“For the better,” she clarifies with a wink. You grin and look down at your skates, kicking at the ice with the tip of your blade. Jake returns, skating fast over to you but slowing himself down as he arrives at where you and his mother are standing. She gives you one final smile before she skates away.

Jake raises his eyebrows in question, but you just shake your head, silently telling him everything is okay. Stepping closer to him, you pucker your lips, asking for a kiss, which he excitedly gives you.

“You’re still spending the night with me, right?” He confirms.

“Uh huh.”

“Good, because I’m gonna need your body heat to warm up. I’m fucking freezing.” Giggling, you caress his pink cheeks to try and attempt to help him warm up a bit right now. But he just stares down at you in awe, a twinkle in his eye, everything around him disappearing, the only thing that matters to him right now is you and your touch.

Everyone skates together for about half an hour or so before a few of you decide that it was time to leave, the cold becoming too much. As soon as you and Jake arrive home before everyone else, having driven separately, you two get dressed down and ready for bed, your clothes in a pile next to his bed to be taken home tomorrow morning.

Jake sits in his bed, leaning up against the headboard, reading a book while you stand in front of the mirror on his closet, brushing through your hair and putting some moisturizer on your face. However, Jake isn’t really reading that much; he’s focused on you, watching you do a simple, mundane task, yet he felt so strongly and deeply for you.

He sets his book down on his bedside table and takes a deep breath.

“My skin feels so much better now,” you moan, rubbing in the last bit of moisturizer on your chin. “I hate cold weather, it fucks with me so bad and-”

“I love you,” Jake blurts out. You freeze and turn to him, seeing that he’s sitting forward a bit more, fidgeting with his hands, but staring straight at you.

“What?” You breathe out. Immediately, Jake regrets saying it, his heart clenching in his chest, but there’s no going back now.

“I love you. I know we haven’t been dating that long, but the feelings I have for you, they’re much deeper than just liking you. Ever since we met, I have fallen so hard for you, and I can confidently say that I have fallen in love with you.”

Seconds after the last word leaves his mouth, you pounce on him, crashing your lips into his, your hands falling to his neck to steady yourself. He’s shocked by your reaction, but he welcomes it by placing his hands on your hips, gripping them tightly.

“I love you too,” you breathe against his lips, breaking the kiss for a moment. “I have for a little while now. I had no idea why I felt so much for you until my sister asked me if I love you. And deep down, I realized I do.”

“Oh thank god,” he chuckles nervously, a deep blush covering his cheeks. “I was about to be so embarrassed and scared if you didn’t feel the same way.”

“I do, though. You’re an easy person to fall in love with. Anyone who hasn’t is a fool.”

“Those people don’t matter anymore because I have you.” His voice is soft and adoring, something you’ve heard plenty of times, but it’s now much different in this sense. “And I want nothing more because you’re my everything, darling.”

“Fuck, I love you so much, Jakey,” you repeat for a second time, a laugh eliciting from his throat. You kiss him deeply again, and he moves you off his lap and onto your back, crawling on top of you, just like a couple weeks ago, right before you were interrupted by Josh.

Your hands trail up Jake’s back before going back down, sneaking your hands beneath his sweats, feeling his bare ass under your fingertips. He groans as you grasp his cheeks, but he soon breaks the kiss.

“Mhm, I don’t-” he pauses to collect his thoughts and calm his breathing. “I-I want to do that, j-just not tonight,” he stutters out, his nerves returning immediately. A gasp escapes you and you remove your hands right away.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”

“No, no. Don’t be sorry. Believe me, if the circumstances were right, we’d be…you know, right now. But I just…”

“You don’t have to explain yourself, Jakey,” you reassure him, cupping his cheek and running your thumb over his heated cheek. “We don’t have to rush that, okay? I’m sorry.” He nods understandingly and falls beside you, pulling you into his arms.

Like your usual routine, you take his glasses off his face and place them on his book, keeping the bedside light on for now.

“I’m nervous for that,” Jake whispers after a few seconds. He had resorted to messing with your fingers, something he does to calm his nerves. “I want to, don’t get me wrong. But I can’t tonight.”

“Like I said, you don’t have to explain yourself. I wasn’t expecting anything, if we’re being honest. I just wanted to feel your ass.” This makes him giggle and it breaks the slightly awkward tension.

He kisses your forehead and brings you closer to him, breathing in your familiar scent.

“I mean, I don’t put it against you. I do have quite the ass.” You laugh loudly and he joins you moments later, a wide smile on his face, one that makes his cheeks hurt, but it’s a good feeling.

“But seriously. I want you to be comfortable, and I’d never put that on you,” you let him know. He nods and strokes your hair with his hand. Leaning forward, you press a small kiss to the tip of his nose before curling back into his chest.

“I’ll be ready soon. I wanna show my love to you in any way I can. And I want to make love to you, trust me.”

“Jake,” you whisper, closing your eyes. His face comes close to yours, his hot breath fanning across your face.

“I crave your mouth, your voice, your hair.

Silent and starving, I prowl through the streets.

Bread does not nourish me, dawn disrupts me, all day

I hunt for the liquid measure of your steps.

I hunger for your sleek laugh,

your hands the color of a savage harvest,

hunger for the pale stones of your fingernails,

I want to eat your skin like a whole almond.

I want to eat the sunbeam flaring in your lovely body,

the sovereign nose of your arrogant face,

I want to eat the fleeting shade of your lashes,

and I pace around hungry, sniffing the twilight,

hunting for you, for your hot heart,

like a puma in the bareens of Quitratue.”

—

final a/n: the poem is not mine:

“Love Sonnet XI” by Pablo Neruda

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[mara-xx217]

My request is simple. Killers being forced to wear stupid Christmas costumes (Wesker’s in an inflatable Christmas tree outfit and he’s pissed)

OKAY LISTEN-

LOVES IT

Max/the Hillbilly- He never got to experience Christmas. He wants the whole nine yards: the tree, the lights, the music, the scents and the foods. Put that boy in a comfy sweater- hell, even an ugly one. He'll be over the moon!

The Legion- They all like it, even if Julie and Frank pretend to be 'too old' for it. Joey acts indifferent but he's all there for it all, even the ugly sweaters. Susie is unabashed and will dress everyone up and decorate the Lodge with or without their help. Spoiler: they all help.

Danny Johnson/Ghostface- I have this intense, gut feeling this man is a Christmas cuck until he dies. Unironically into the holiday hard core as an adult. Will wear a shitty Xmas sweater unprompted any day of the year if given the chance.

INDIFFERENT TO IT

Philip Ojomo/the Wraith- Doesn't care for the shitty, itchy sweater the Entity put him in, but eh... It could be worse. The lights in Autohaven Wreckers is gaudy as hell, but he didn't have to put it up, so he ain't taking them down.

Michael Myers/the Shape- He's a Halloween boy, we all know this as fact. He's not wearing a damn sweater. Not even the Entity can force him to do it. Can't deny the lights are kinda nice... and useful as a strangulation tool!

HATES IT

Evan Macmillan/the Trapper- Shitty Christmas, shitty lights, shitty fucking sweaters- Maybe, once upon a time, he enjoyed the holiday. Not anymore! What is he? Five? He's going to kill ANYONE that sees him in a goddamn Christmas sweater... forget Krampus, give us Santa Trapper!

Herman Carter/the Doctor- Right behind Trapper in being a Christmas Scrooge. Always hated work parties, especially holiday related ones. No particular reason, he just hates happiness and human compassion that much.

OH BOY-

Albert Wesker/the Mastermind- Does the inflatable suit have lights? I bet it does. Chris and Jill are gonna have a fucking blast mocking the shit out of their former captain! And Wesker is fucking pissed, don't you worry. And yes, he's going to take it out on EVERYONE.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

[musicfeedsmysoul12]

honestly in canon maddie and jack can be summarized as by this tag i saw

they are loving parents not good parents

they love their kids but they don't blink at danny having in accident in an area that he shouldn't have even had access to

(like for real the lab has dangerous equipment and danny is a kid, kid's do stupid shit regardless of how much you tell them it's dangerous, why wasn't he locked out of the lab)

the entire first episode maddie and jack are attacking jazz bc they think she's a ghost

the fact they haven't tased vlad in the dick every time he so much as looks at danny bc that man screams creepy

and i know that danny is presented as a scrooge but his parents spend the whole holiday screaming at each other, ignore their children and then dinner tries to attack him

i'd fucking hate christmas too

Agreed to all of this.

I actually really like exploring the idea of these sorts of things. A loving pair of parents who become so obsessed with their work. It's portrayed not as them being awful people, but being bad at parenting. That's what I like more then 'awful people and parents'.

I also like: Good parents, bad people to because it's just so much fun to turn things on their heads.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

if ur still doing spotify wrapped fics, 5 pls!!

This is more Del Water Gap - Alone Together. You didn't pick a pairing, but this is screaming Maxiel at me. This is angsty and a little bittersweet. Previous F1 Journalist Daniel and Driver Max. (This got out of hand.)

Sometimes Daniel is in an airport and he catches a flash of a Grand Prix on a TV in a bar or he'll be out with some friends and he'll run into someone he knew from college and they'll ask hey, I thought you were doing that racing thing and Daniel will shake a little bit.

Sitting on a barstool in LA, waiting to meet-up with one of the kid's on the American USA team, he feels it now, the ache where F1 used to sit - the ache where Max used to sit.

But he gave it all up when Max gave him up and -

The kid shows, fresh-faced and eager and shakes Danny's hand. The article will be good, of course. Daniel charms and weasles and prods at all the right places and that's why he gets paid the money he does - in America, for sports he doesn't actually care about.

It makes him sound so dramatic, he circles back around to thinking of Max that night in his hotel - like he always fucking does when he's alone.

Max working up the courage to ask Daniel out to dinner throughout the entire season - Daniel accepting out of pity - Daniel falling hard and fast and furious and then basing his life around him - the man that was going to bring glory back to Red Bull.

It didn't matter how many times Daniel laughed it off and said don't die while Max was sneaking out of his hotel room and it didn't matter how many times Max and Daniel said it wouldn't happen -

Max went off and needed to play house with some nice girl and Daniel spent three GP's in a row hiding from him and he knew he had to go.

Because Max was the missing piece of him or whatever romantic bullshit he used to think about the two of them - the mirror of his soul, the person who saw the worst in him and loved him anyways.

Because it was the worst in the end. Daniel begging Max not to go and Max telling him he had to just for them to switch positions the next morning. Daniel shouting at him to just fucking go while Max cried on his chest and Max and Daniel shouting the awful bits of hateful shit at each other they had gathered up over a three year relationship -

Daniel puts on his running shoes and goes down to the gym so he can forget forget forget.

After LA, Daniel goes to New York before spending a week in Nashville and then he catches a game in Denver before flying home - to Australia.

Grace asks him four times if he's seeing anyone and then Michelle asks much softer if he's talked to anyone from the paddock lately.

Daniel books an earlier flight to his...well, he guesses it's his home.

There's a cabin in fucking Montana. Everyone had thought it was a joke until he did it - bought the damn thing.

Daniel has a joke about how he had traveled for years in flashy circles, but the truth is that he's an idiot pressing gauze to an oozing wound.

It had been a thing with Max. My contract will end when I'm only 28. I could...we could escape to America. Live in the middle of nowhere Montana, yes? All this money has to be good for something.

No one knows, of course. Someone would have intervened, probably. Scotty. Scotty would have intervened.

He's here until Christmas. Alone and working on the book he's supposed to be writing and - he's here until Christmas and then he'll fly to Hawaii and get ready to interview some flashy American Football College Kid.

He tortures himself and watches the last race of the season - wakes up at 6 AM to flip it on and text steady, ribbing commentary to Sam about his own commentary and Max wins, of course.

Daniel turns off the television before the podium.

He's in town buying a couple of propane tanks and more rock salt and some food. He does have to do that occasionally when Janet asks him you know who bought Gerald's old place? Daniel frowns and shakes his head. Thought it might be one of your fancy athletes. Moving in here because you can't keep your trap shut.

It's gentle, but only a half joke. It took Janet a full year before she would talk to him in more than one syllable answers.

He goes home - works on his book. Ignores the text Scotty sends asking Daniel to call.

Max Verstappen on standing in his driveway, hands shoved in the pockets of a puffy coat at 10:28 on a Thursday. Daniel knows the set of his shoulders and the slop of his face even this far away. No one else will ever look like him. No one else will ever have this kind of intrinsic draw on Daniel's entire being.

Daniel steps out on his front porch, wearing socks and a hoodie, absolutely freezing.

"What do you want, Max?" Daniel hears how exhausted his own voice sounds and he wonders if Max can hear it too.

Max is still walking towards him. "Scotty talks a lot when he's drunk."

Fuck. "Yeah, well. Everything he says is shit." Daniel says - finally talking because Max is at the bottom of the staircase, head tilted up to look at Daniel. "What are you doing here? Where's your car?"

Max shrugs, hands still in his pockets. Daniel hears his coat make that slick crinkle noise. "Don't like to drive."

The pieces fall into place for Daniel now. "Gerald's old place?"

"If you're talking about that luxury cabin down the road, yeah. It's mine." Max laughs at his own joke.

Fucking Scotty. Daniel's socks are wet. "You'd better come inside. You'll freeze to death and Christian will have my head."

Max is knocking his snow boots against the porch and he gives a little dry laugh. "What was it you always said? I was selling my 20's? Well, not anymore."

Daniel spins two steps past the doorframe where Max is. They're too close. Far too close. "What."

"There's never been anyone else, Danny." Max says in that voice. The one that preceeded something that would wreck him entirely. "I know you don't - but, maybe if you still -" He shrugs again.

Daniel sees it there. In his eyes. The love they had managed to carve out together back then - before when Daniel thought love could conquer all, when he wasn't so bruised by the hiding and the secrets and the way they had beaten each other against the rocks of F1.

Before they had become the water that broke on that rock.

"Danny," he says again, slipping a hand from his coat. "I retired last week."

Danny breaks this time, curling his head down into Max's chest and heaving a great big sob.

"I didn't have the courage then," Max whispers into his hair, hand on the back of his neck. "But I think I'd like to have the courage now."

"I'm not moving into that house, Max. It's half haunted." Daniel chokes out in between tears.

Max brings his other hand out of the jacket, wrapping it around Daniel, finally bringing their bodies together. "That is fine, Daniel. I already set up the New York Times subscription for this address anyway. I can do the crossword and you can cook me real bacon now since I am not in training."

Daniel laughs now because it all may change, but damnit if it all doesn't stay the same.

[fatfables]

Big Ben (3 of 3)

The winter was even harder on Ben’s health than the summer had been. He hated going out in the cold and started to stay in bed all day to stay warm. His hands and feet now often felt frozen cold. He would try to warm them by drinking vodka. His nerves now had him on four packs a day. Thank God for the beautiful Diego and his daily deliveries.

The lovers spent Christmas together and what a feast they had. Diego fed Ben more than ever. Christmas dinner was massive, a fat turkey that could easily have fed a family of six. Mountains of roasted and mashed potatoes, big bowls full of roast vegetables, and pints of thick milky gravy. Ben wondered how Diego could afford all this but didn’t ask. They shared a whole Christmas cake and Ben also ate a whole Christmas pudding. Diego was also stuffing his own swelling belly. He couldn’t help himself but join in. Stuffing this sad sack of lard was just such good fun. Ben drank like a fish as well. His face grew redder and his limbs more yellow. Everywhere else his skin was a sickly white. His once thick curly hair was now thinning and he heaved and coughed terribly whenever he tried to move. His massive belly hung so long and low. The sight of the state of him made Diego as hard as a rock. He kissed and sniffed at every inch of sweaty unwashed fat. He took in the smell of all the diseased parts of him and pawed all over his obese parts while Ben lay back smoking heavily. He also had a massive boner from watching Diego. This once thin seventeen year old boy was now a chunky twenty year old young man. He had gone from a 28 inch waist to 36 inches in just under three years. His belly, chest, ass, and thighs were all now soft and round. Still hairless, smooth and tanned, he was a real rolly-polly Romeo. Ben couldn’t believe that he had transformed Diego so. He was both turned on and repulsed by himself. They continued to fill each other’s bellies and fucked for hours.

The big day came on their three year anniversary, 18th February 1994. Diego hadn’t realised how close he was the previous evening when he had fed Ben ten pints of lager, four portions of fish and chips, two Sarah Lee gateaus, and three packets of fig rolls. He had left the 25 stone depressed alcoholic on the edge of ecstacy with a promise of more tomorrow. When he returned in the morning though it was obvious that Ben was not at all well. He had pissed  himself but had been unable to move to clean it. He was shaking and sweating profusely. His once overblown red face had turned ghostly white and his eyes a kind of dirty yellow. Diego was delighted.

He dropped his shopping bag full of chocolate rolls on the floor and ran over to Ben, “Oh babe, you don’t look well.” His voice was already hinting at a fake level of concern. “You need to feed a fever. Don’t worry I’ll look after you.” He picked the plastic bag back up, opened the first packet of chocolate rolls and started pushing them into Ben’s mouth. He made him eat thirty. He checked Ben’s pulse and it was increasing. He would have to go now before it was too late. He couldn’t bear the thought of missing this after putting in so much hard work. “I gotta go get some more supplies and call someone. I’ll be back soon babe.” He kissed Ben on his pale sweaty cheek and grabbed a handful of belly fat and gave it a good squeeze. He then ran out the door.

He returned an hour later with three litres of vodka, six large brown paper bags with a golden arch logo on them, and a nineteen year old femboy called Danni.

Danni wore red high heels and black lace stockings. He was topless, exposing his curvy midriff and pierced nipples. He wore black eye shadow, had long dark dyed hair, and spoke in a camp cockney accent. “Oh wow babe, he’s actually real! You actually did this. You’re just the best ever.” He leaned over and kissed Diego on the lips. Diego kissed him back and slid two fingers along Danni’s ass crack. “Oh Ben,” he said, “I’ve never introduced you. This is my girlfriend Danni. We’ve been together for the last three and a half years. It was actually her idea to respond to your advert. You have her to thank for getting us together.” “He doesn’t look very grateful,” Danni commented.

Ben looked beyond terrible, his huge belly was convulsing, he completely lacked energy. He tried to speak but was surprised to discover that he couldn’t. Diego came up to him and stuffed a cheeseburger into his mouth, grabbed his chin and forced him to chew it. He noticed a tear running down from Ben’s eye. “Oh don’t be like that. You will always be my Daddy. You’re my Daddy and you fuck me. She’s my girlfriend and I fuck her, It was always going to be this way. I had to prove to her that I could actually do this.” He forced a second cheeseburger into Ben’s mouth before he had even swallowed the first one. “Oh, are you struggling babe,” he said “Let me get you something to wash that down with.” Danni passed him one of the bottles of vodka and he poured all of it into Ben’s mouth. He then fed him three more cheeseburgers. Ben gulped and wretched like he was going to puke, but he didn’t. Diego took his clothes off. His massively hard young dick looked longer and rounder than ever. He did a provocative little dance that caused his own soft fat to gently jiggle. He was so smooth and juicy and powerful. God, Danni loved him. She needed him inside her.

He picked up two more bags of McDonald’s and handed them to Diego. “Feed this dumb fucker up and get this over with. I’m bored of him. He’s so fat and ugly. I need you, not him.” 

Diego followed his instructions with joy. Fifteen more burgers and an equal amount of fries went down Ben’s gullet despite the fact that his breathing had become slower and heavier. These were followed by a second bottle of vodka. Everything went dark. Diego slapped him in the face. “Stay awake you fat piece of filthy shit!” he screamed at him. “I need you to see this.” Diego took his pulse again and said, “almost.” Ben was no longer sure what was happening. The whole world was blurry and the pain in his chest was growing stronger. At times he drifted off into his own thoughts, memories of his childhood, of his parents. But then he’d be brought back to the present by Diego stuffing more food into his mouth. Sweet, sweet Diego. How he didn’t deserve this boy. He had used and abused him yet here he was still caring for him even when he was seriously ill. Ben felt like such a piece of shit.

Danni pulled a wooden chair up at the bottom of Ben’s sofa-bed and bent himself over it. His thick pear shaped arse stuck up like a perfect heart shape. He put his finger in his mouth and sucked on it while staring at Diego’s thick cock. He was so impressed that Diego had done this for him. Naked, sexy, tubby, Diego climbed onto the sofa-bed and poured the remainder of the McDonald’s bags into Ben’s mouth. It was mostly cold fries and scraps of chicken nuggets. He stroked the top of Ben’s massively full belly. It was super hot how this tub of lard could keep consuming even on his deathbed. He felt for a pulse in Ben’s neck but struggled to find one as it was so weak. “This is it.” he said. He poured the third bottle of vodka down Ben’s throat, lit two cigarettes and put them both in Ben’s mouth, closed his lips together to hold them in place and gave him a final kiss. “Obrigado papai gordo,” he whispered.

Ben felt the pain surge down his arm. Danni felt the pain as his well hung boyfriend entered him from behind. Diego’s thick thighs slapped against the femboy’s fat pearshaped cheeks. They both moaned and groaned with pleasure. Ben’s chest felt like it had exploded. He could feel his overfull stomach still gurgling away, pointlessly trying to digest his final feast. His massive ball shaped beer belly turned completely yellow as his fat riddled liver had already packed in. It was the first part of him to die. Diego and Danni kept fucking. Their eyes fixed on Ben for any sign of change. Diego stared at his massive yellow balloon belly. The belly he had created. Fuck that filthy fat slob had eaten so fucking much. Diego kept pounding Danni’s ass. Danni was disgusted by the sight of Ben. He was so swollen and misshapen. What sort of loser could ever allow themselves to end up like this? She had always wanted to see someone die and now Diego was making her dream come true. “Harder, harder!” she screamed as Diego picked up the pace. Ben was looking at Diego, he was so beautiful. Sweat was running down Diego’s recently rounder face as he thrusted back and forth. He couldn’t believe that Diego was fucking him. He had been so sinful, so lazy all of his life. What had he ever done to deserve a boyfriend like this?

Diego shouted at Danni to look. He pointed at Ben’s face. “This is it. This is fucking it!” He forced himself in harder, deeper, and faster than ever before. Ben’s eyes were glazed, the lovers could see his brain function fading away behind them. His massive belly rose three or four inches with a long slow intake of breath. “Yes!” screamed Diego. “Fucking Yes!” His last breath out was accompanied with a ghostly deep ‘oooogggghhhh’ sound as his chest rattled. His belly was now completely still. Diego had never felt so much cum shoot out of his dick in one go. Danni felt it all rush inside him and shouted “Weeeee!”

The boys fell onto the floor with exhaustion and lay panting in each other's arms. They stayed in that blissful state for a good twenty minutes or more. They would make passionate love three more times that day before leaving the bedsit.

[joshscrookednipple]

Cupid Screwed Up: chapter 1

Summary: What happens when two rivals who chants even be in the same room together get paired up as soul mates for the rest of their lives..one thing they do know is that cupid screwed up.

Pairing: Josh Kiszka/female OC

word count: 2,300

Warnings: Language, Angst, Blood, kinda cringy writing.

this is the first chapter and the longest fic i’ve ever written!! edits will probably be made soon!!

there are three things you need to know before you read this.

1- C.U.P.I.D is a world renowned matchmaking company, and to actually matter in society you have to be paired with your match…sound familiar?

2- i was not the one who named my cat Clawdia, she named herself. don’t ask questions about it.

and probably the last and most important thing you must know..

3- i. hate. Joshua. Kiszka.

why do i hate him you may ask?

how much time do you have?

Josh Kiszka has been determined to make my life a living hell since the eighth grade, we are rivals in every sense of the word. i got a 100% on a test. he got a 101% (how is that possible..i have no clue. i’m convinced Ms. Harrison had a twisted up crush on him)

i get a date to prom he gets 2

i get sick with the flu, he gets pneumonia and gets hospitalized

the nerve of that motherfucker.

the point is he always has to one up me, and now he’s touring the world with his band great value fleet (greta van fleet but i think my name fits it better) with his two brothers who aren’t much better than him and his youngest brothers best friend, Danny Wagner, who is objectively the best and only tolerable person on that band.

Josh loves to rub his band in my face like the time he-

“TARAAAA OH MY GOD TARA”

i’m snapped out of my thoughts by the shrieking voice that belongs to no other than my roommate maggie. me and maggie have a weird dynamic. by that i mean she annoys the living shit out of me and i hide anywhere i can to avoid speaking to her.

Maggie bounds into my room and jumps on my bed which coincidentally knocks off my colored pencils i was using to color in a sketch i was working on, which i quickly slip into my folder to avoid any teasing from my worse and more obnoxious half.

“Tara i got my match!”

“Let’s hope it’s perscription sedatives” i mumble hardly loud enough that you had to be really listening to hear what i said.

“what?”

“nothing, who is it?”

that question clearly makes her excited because she sits up and slaps her hands on her knees in a child like sense.

“so you know the band greta van fleet?”

i roll my eyes.

“unfortunately”

“well i got paired with Sam Kiszka!!” she practically screams as she shoves her phone into my face with a screen that reads.

Pairing: Sam Kiszka.

great. this is absolutely fabulous. if it wasn’t bad enough having to see their band every time i open any fucking social media app, now i’ll be FORCED to interact with them. why couldn’t she be paired with Danny. he’s nice and calm. sam on the other hand is the equivalent to a drugged up hamster who was just fed three monster drinks.

“that’s so..great” i give her a forced smile and flip my phone over hoping that maybe a notification from C.U.P.I.D was blessing my phones presence.

instead all i got was a message from team snapchat.

I’m 23 years old and probably the only one 23 year old to not have been matched yet, and trust me i’m reminded of it.

at family gatherings “oh you’ll get your match eventually, you’ve always been a late bloomer”

at parties “sorry you can’t come in, only people who’ve gotten matches can”

at the grocery store when people see that i don’t have the gold plated ring on my finger. they refused me my discount for my goldfish. i was really looking forward to eating those.

maggie falls back on my bed and smiles to herself and rests her feet in my lap to which i notice she’s wearing my wool socks, and my grey sweatpants, at least she’s wearing her sweater. wait. nope that’s the sweater she got me for christmas last year. i really need a padlock on my closet. I stand up with my notebook and place it on my cluttered bedside triable before bending down to pick up my colored pencils.

“i invited him and his brothers over tonight” she hums staring up at the ceiling.

i freeze and drop the colored pencils.

“you. what?”

“i invited them over” she repeats as she sits up crossing her legs over one another “really you should thank me, im really the only person you interact with”

“that’s because i’m forced to interact with you mags.” i state before recollecting the colored pencils and placing them in a glass jar by my notebook and turn back to look at her “plus i also have to study for my midterms, you know this.”

“come on you can’t hide from them forever!! i know you left Frakenmuth because of them, but it’s time to make amends”

i huff and shake my head “i didn’t leave because of them, they’re just the reason i never wanted to come back.”

“and look where you are, back at Frankenmuth! see everything happens for a reason”

it’s true i left to pursue a career in digital art, but after that ship sank i had no choice to move back. i moved back when i got offered a internship with an amazing cartoon artist who happened to be only two years older than me. his name is Dylan and for a quarter of my life i had a huge crush on him, and he coincidentally doesn’t have a match either.

i choose to ignore her as my cat, clawdia comes strutting in and rubs her head against my feet. i smile and pick her up cradling her like she was my new born baby, which in a way she was. not the new born part though.

Maggie rolls her eyes and sits up “well they’re coming in two hours so put on something presentable, and try not to embarrass me”

“anything for you, your majesty” i give a dramatic bow as she leaves and closes my door. i look down at Clawdia with my hands on my hips.

“what should i wear, clawdia?”

she however is not much help because all she does is meow before propping her self onto my pillow before drifting off into one of her many naps of the day.

i sit on my bed and stare at my closet, i usually wear the same four articles of clothing everyday, it’s either my mom jeans that make my ass look spectacular or my black leggings, and a long sleeved form fitting V-neck and a state of michigan crew-neck. i’m assuming neither of those things will live up to maggie’s standards but i honestly don’t care. i pull on my faded mom jeans with my crew neck before pulling on warm toned wool socks and my Boston birkenstocks. good enough.

i turn and look at myself in the mirror before shifting my eyes to the messy knot that’s tied up on the top of my head. my hair is what you would describe as in between wavy and curly, never quite one or the other. i grab my brown translucent claw lip before skillfully (or so i like to think) putting it in my hair and pulling a few stray strands out. i settle for some mascara and chapstick before i hear the door open and the sound of four pairs of feet walk into our apartment.

i hear a murmur of greetings as i walk out and my breath catches in my throat when i see him. Josh definitely grew into his unruly hair, with it being once again shaved off at the sides. he always grew some facial hair, which usually is a turn off for me but for him..he definitely makes it work. but all of that doesn’t change the burning hatred i have towards him.

Tara interrupts my train of thought by dragging me over to the boys.

“This is my roommate Tara, Tara this is josh, sam, ja-“

she’s cut off by the cocky voice that sounds exactly identical to his twin brothers. jake motherfucking kiszka. “we’ve met”

jake is a cocky son of a bitch, not as much as his other half, but very very close. he had teamed up with josh in highschool to get me voted out of being prom queen. just because i accidentally broke his pencil.

i give him a tight lipped smile before i turn and see danny’s warm eyes and my face lights up.

“hey bunny” he speaks before giving me a hug

i had gotten that nickname when i refused to dissect a bunny in my freshman year biology class and made Danny do it for me.

i loop my arms around his tires and smile into his chest before mumbling just loud enough so only he could hear “why couldn’t you and sam just have came, why did you have to bring dumb and dumber”

he lets out a quiet laugh before letting go and i turn to look for maggie only to see she was clinging to sams side throwing her head back in laughter to something he said. gross. i pad my way to the couch and much to my distaste josh follows me and sits on the other side of the couch.

“so, tara have you gotten a match yet?”

“Have you”

“That’s not my question”

i roll my eyes and cross my arms. josh has also never been matched, which leaves millions of fan girls to believe they’re his possible match.

before i could respond jake and sam and danny join us

“so tara” sam starts “how’s the- what do you do- coloring?”

“i work as a intern at a illustrators office”

“so coloring” josh smiles smugly and tilts his head

i’m not even going to argue with him. nope. not happening.

instead i slam my cup down on the coffee table and go to my room before slamming the door

sam looks at maggie in confusion “what was that about”

tara sighs and shakes her head “she’s been acting different lately”

josh, being the genius he is pushes himself off the couch “i’ll go check on her”

and he did exactly that. he goes to my room right when i’m pulling down my pants and i’m left in light yellow cotton underwear with the word “wednesday” in light pink writing across the back and my crew neck

“actually it’s saturday bunny”

i scream and quickly pull on cotton shorts to try to preserve as much modesty as i possibly can and turn around as i see him roaming around my room, searching and touching everything like he’s fucking inspector gadget.

“get the hell out of my room Joshua” i say pushing on his chest in an attempt to get him out of the room. this back fires when he pushes me back into a wall and smirks down at me.

“bunny this is why you don’t have a match”

i clench my fists as i look up at him “neither do you dumbass”

he rolls his eyes at that and pinches my chin with his thumb and forefinger and tilts my head up so i can get a perfect view of his eyes.

“but unlike you bunny” he starts “people would pay their lives to fuck me and you..well you probably have to pay a guy to even get close to you”

i don’t remember what happened next, all i remember is my hand colliding across his cheek and my silver ring on my index finger cutting his cheek causing a trickle of blood flowing down his cheek.

i freeze and i’ll never forget that look in his eyes..but i’m not going to get him win. so did something completely stupid and i run my thumb along the trickle of blood and put it between his parted lips and to my surprise he actually starts sucking it, god his lips are so soft.

my cheeks are flushed pink as he pulls away and he smirks “do i make you nervous bunny”

“get. out.”

he throws me a shit eating grin before leaving and slamming the door and that’s when the tears are about to start falling when i hear another knock and i throw the door open

“Josh i said get the-“

but it’s not josh behind the door. it’s Jake. what the hell?

“i uhm-“ he starts “i heard what josh said- and i just wanted to apologize”

i roll my eyes and start closing the door but he puts his hand flat on the door to stop me. “just listen to me Tara- in highschool i was just trying to be cool- i shouldn’t have said those things. you’re not worthless or-“

“jake” i interrupt him “i’m appreciate it but please go, we can talk later okay?”

he sighs and nods before leaving and i turn out my light after closing my door and i plug my phone in when i hear a notification. THE notification. i quickly open my phone and see the notification from cupid

C.U.P.I.D

Hello! you have been successfully paired with your perfect match, you will meet up with your significant other at 7:30 pm december 1st at Honey B’s Eatery. down below is your perfect match.

Maybe it’s a NFL player.

Or a professional chef.

Or maybe-

Oh.

Oh god no.

Pairing: Joshua Kiszka

little did i know that on the other side of Frankenmuth josh was in his bathroom after a particularly messy one night stand, leaning against the wall, looking at his phone with the same exact notification but with her name on it.

and for the first time in history they were thinking the same exact thought.

Cupid.

Screwed.

Up.

[macaroni-rascal]

Okay, my chirpetry of the skating and the costuming thereof will be all over the place today because I'm watching shit out of order, or I should say, I'm prioritizing events based on my level of giving a fuck. We're starting with the pairs, it seems like.

French kids #1: His outfit I'm not even gonna bother with, but her dress has been filling me with rage ever since I first saw it, especially since this isn't the Corpse Bride program. I'm calling it Dresse Macabre. Whose idea was it to a) make her look naked and b) embellish the dress with... ribs? Especially since - didn't this boy's previous partner retire because of an ED? I'm questioning the decision making all around, particularly hiring Gui as choreographer, since he's done some real stinker pair programs that never came together technically for the team. He should stick to ice dance.

French kids #2: Bruno is such a dish and I so want him to succeed, but this team has a bit less potential than the previous one, and he'll need to do some serious work to get them where they need to be. That twist looked like it could be a quad some day. His styling was so Morganesque that it gave me a bit of an ick, and her dress was so cute... from the bust down. Mismatched mesh is usually a supply chain issue, but the sleeves are a choice and such an unnecessary one at that. Mark here with a masterclass in classy commentary - yes, they do need to spend time with a ballet instructor, you're so right, Mark.

Anna and Poje Manuel: The costumes were a bit predictable but at least they fit the music. By Italian pair team standards, they're best-dressed, honestly. There's a Duhamelness to her, and I don't mean it in a bad way - she's really working out there on the ice. So nice to see someone point their toes in a lift, it's a lost art! The way the bottom of his vest was flapping around and cutting him in half was a bit distracting, but what I love is how we're seeing the Italian pair field build up because they've reached critical coaching mass. I loved their step sequence in particular. Ondrej is doing some great work, they have potential.

Danny and child: An East of Eden program in 2023 - that's what we're being subjected to. Fine, whatever. I thought it was going to be Riverdance, judging by the costumes. Do you understand my disdain for boatnecks on men in this sport now? Look at that thing puffy thing flopping around. From afar, it all looks so Christmas-y. Her hair and accessories are cute and the dress is fine, but uninspired and underwhelming, and again with those skating dress pentagrams. I don't understand why this pairing happened, particularly because there have been partnerless pair boys her own age in the U.S. recently that she'd at least have a future with. They have some nice movement quality but they've been overhyped and overscored.

Tria: They did so well! But there are more important things than being clean, and I fear they haven't gotten that memo yet. My concern is that this is their ceiling ☹️. The lack of transitions and his inability to perform some of the turns is going to hold them back, especially going up against gritty teams like Deanna and Max. Their programs are fine but too similar to what they did last year, and they needed something extraordinary this year to make them stand out and move up. They needed to go to a superstar choreographer like a Lori or a David to get whatever political boost they could get, they might not get another opportunity of an open field like this again. Alison seems lovely, but she's a base value coach and all her teams have the same issues and the same limitations. They need a harder throw if they're going to be a factor. The costumes I kinda hate and I know I'm being harsh, but the dress is too similar to one Ev wore ~4 years ago and I'm assuming it's the same designer because the girls always have a wedgie problem and the guy's costume is always perfunctory. It's frustrating because I feel like they're capable of so much more and they don't know it, and everyone's waiting for them to break into the top tier, but they don't know how. I know this was a W for them but I think they have more potential than they're even aware of. I hate to criticize because they clearly slayed, but it was more of a function of the state of the field than anything else. I just want them to soar. Anyway, Vanessa in shambles, good for them, please don't Mike it up tomorrow!

Mi gente Latino: Please get ur shit together on the jumps and throws because you are beautiful! I love me some Paganini. The color of the costumes is delightful and I'm kinda digging her classic pairs dress for its simplicity. So here's the thing about dressing pair guys - you don't need to use tricks that make the guys look broader - they already are. He needs a longer, fitted, untucked shirt, he doesn't need the sash in the front, or the cummerbund, or the awkward depth of the V, or the flappy random-length sleeves. Idk, they need to send them to Oakville or somewhere to figure out their elements because I'm aboard this struggle bus with them and I want it to be a party bus instead. Please medal here because I just can't.

Kovalevs: Why are the Kovalevs? Like, srsly, why are they? I'm really struggling to find something constructive to say so I'm just gonna keep my trap shut, I'm sure they're working hard and everything. I want to burn their costumes for heat.

Sara and Nicco: I'm trash for this team, which is why some of the things they do irritate me so. This program is so snoozy and so schmaltzy, I checked out multiple times throughout. The appliqués and stoning on her dress are truly random, and it looks like they borrowed his shirt from the local decommissioned opera house. His pants need to be a different color. I'd give them completely new outfits, they're so pretty, they look like they stepped out of a movie and they deserve movie star-worthy costumes. And can we please figure out the wedgie issues already? It looks so painful! I like the balayage but it's so yellow and inexpertly done. Another great team that needs just a liiiitle more elevation of the presentation and music choices to be stunning, this is all a bit below them, they have this classic pair quality that I'd been yearning for for so long and I need them to be contenders, you know?

Anyway, on to my love/hate discipline, the dance!

Oh my gosh, Fashionista Nonny, I've been sick as a dog, and had a full nyquil induced hallucination sequence that I posted this and added comments. I can't remember what those were, so I'm just going to post for the people, because you're such an icon!