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f1angelz · 11 months ago

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𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒔𝒆 — charles leclerc x f!reader

summary: the F1 off season has begun and Charles has gone off to New York along with his fellow drivers to enjoy their break. Little did he know, he would encounter a familiar face.

content warnings: slight angst? (during flashbacks)

this fic is inspired by chase atlantic’s song, paradise. go give it a listen while reading!

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Flashing lights, big signs, and the night life— the city that never sleeps.

It’s the off season, which meant that drivers finally get to unwind and reset before the new season begun.

Charles, along with several other drivers, decided to come back to New York to enjoy its amenities once again like they did a few years back.

He was a bit hesitant at first, knowing that he had to leave his dog Leo, but his brother Arthur offered to take care of him for the mean time.

And now Charles is in his shared hotel room with Pierre, both resting as they waited for the night to come. Lando was going to DJ at some club tonight, and obviously they wanted to come and support him.

Night quickly came and Pierre woke up from his nap. Upon checking his phone, it was already 9 pm. He leaves bed and looks at Charles who has also fallen asleep. “Mate, it’s already 9. We have to get there at 10.” He gives Charles a small nudge on the shoulder, before going to the bathroom to change his clothes.

Charles groans, “Do we really have to go?”

“Do you want Lando to kick your ass?” Pierre shouts from the bathroom, his mouth filled with toothpaste.

Pierre exits the bathroom in his changed clothes, which meant it was Charles’ turn to go.

Danny and Lando were waiting for both of them, since they rented a limo for all their destinations in New York. Eventually, they were now complete and left for the club.

They arrived after around an hour later and line was already crazy long, but they were able to skip the wait since they were with Lando, who was the main act for the night.

The loud beats and dancing lazers welcomed them— Charles squinted, unable to adjust his eyesight immediately. The four of them made their way through the crowd, but Lando parted ways and went to the stage side, since his set was next.

The rest on the other hand, snaked their way out of the crowd and finally found the bar to get their ‘pre-game’ drinks.

Charles hasn’t gone clubbing in a hot minute, probably because ever since Leo came into his life it’s all that he’s been busy about aside from racing.

But it’s good to unwind your gears for a moment, right? It’s the main reason why they went on this boys trip.

All three of them suddenly turned their attention when Lando’s name was introduced by hypeman, making the crowd go wild.

Lando’s set began and the three of them made their way to the dance floor, but a security member was quick to pull them away from the crowd and towards the DJ’s booth.

To say the least, three of them were shocked. But Lando gave them a smug smirk, “See, told you that I’d make this night fun.” and he did.

The crowd grew larger and by the minute, alcohol was slowly taking its effect. Not a single thought was going into Charles’ head, it was like his body had a mind of its own. The adrenaline was rushing to his whole body, his view of the crowd hyping him up even more.

But not until he saw a familiar figure among the crowd.

That hair, those eyes, and those lips.

Charles practically froze, processing what he saw. Did he see things right? Or was it the alcohol?

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“I swear, one day I’ll be working in New York pursuing my dreams of becoming an author.” Y/N proclaims, biting on her croissant as she watched the sun slowly rise.

“And when that happens, your face will be all over those fancy LED screens in Times Square.” Charles presses a kiss on her forehead.

“You’ll be there for me, right?” She looks up at him, waiting for an answer.

“You know I will, chérie.”

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Pierre looked over to Charles, realizing that he stopped dancing and had a frozen look on his face. He nudged his shoulder, “Comment ça va?”

Charles jolted, snapping out of his flashback. “Yeah.”

He wished that it was the alcohol.

The rest of the night was a blur, and Charles woke up that afternoon with the worst hangover possible. He slowly peeled his eyes open and the light pooled his eyes, causing him to groan.

Pierre turns to his direction, “Afternoon to you, mate.”

Charles sits up slowly, “What time is it?”

“It’s 3 PM.” Pierre answers.

He groans and buries his face in his hands, taking a deep break before standing up slowly. Unable to keep his balance, he holds onto the wall for support.

“How’d we get home?” Charles asked, watching his footsteps as he made his way to the bathroom.

“We called an Uber. You were so wasted last night, mate. You were drinking uncontrollably and talking about this girl. We didn’t understand who you were talking about, but you mentioned a name.” Pierre said while he filled up a glass with water, then handing it to Charles.

Charles, who was sipping from his glass, almost spat it out. “A name?”

“Yeah, I don’t remember what it was.”

Charles sighed.

He had an idea whose name he probably mentioned.

Charles shrugged and entered the bathroom to take a shower, getting rid of the remnants of the alcoholic scent that stuck to his skin.

Trying to puzzle the pieces of last night’s incident, something urged him to leave and find what would make his mind at ease.

Charles quickly changes his clothes and grabs his phone, coat, and wallet.

“I’m going out, mate. I’ll be back in a few hours. Maybe before dinner.”

Before Pierre could say anything, Charles was already out the door.

As soon as he left the hotel, he didn’t know where to go. He didn’t know how where he was going to look for this peace he needed.

But one thing is for sure— it was bugging him, like a broken record.

So he walked around Times Square for a few minutes to see where his feet would lead him, looking at the different flashing billboards.

One billboard caught his eye.

He stopped his footsteps and saw the same girl from last night.

The same girl.

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“Y/N, I’m sorry please. Forgive me.” Charles begged, clinging onto her arm. “Don’t leave me, please.”

“You always say sorry, Charles. But you never really are.” Y/N forcibly tries to pull him away from her arm, carrying her suitcase towards the door.

“Chèrie, please, I’ll do better.”

“God knows that I’ve been patient, and all you’ve done is hurt me over and over again. Charles, I’m so, so tired. Let me go.” She clicks open the door knob of Charles’ apartment, taking a step outside.

Charles cried, still trying to get a hold of her.

“Please.. Please, Y/N.” He sobbed.

“Goodbye, Charles.” She walked away and closed the door, leaving him devastated.

—

It was her, Y/N, on the billboard— advertising her book signing event for her New York Times best selling book which happened to be on the same day.

Charles quickly took a picture of the address and called for a cab, telling the driver the destination.

He didn’t know what to feel, or what to do.

But he needed to see her, even just a glimpse.

Charles arrived at the event and fell in line, despite it reaching almost the end of the block.

He checked his phone for the time, 4:15 PM. The signing starts at 4:30.

He waited for a while, nervous about their possible encounter.

A sudden commotion was heard from near the entrance, a limousine pulled up to the front and body guards were surrounding the vehicle.

A man opened the door and revealed a woman, dressed in heels and a pair of beige slacks along with a white button down polo.

It really was her.

Charles really couldn’t believe his eyes. The girl who once aspired to become a best-selling author, was now already one. All of their memories together in the past all flashed before him.

And she walks down,

I noticed that she does it for real now

Y/N waved at her fans and greeted some of them, walking along the barricaded line and taking some pictures.

He was nervous, was she even going to recognize him?

When she got to where Charles was, they immediately locked eyes.

She remembered who he was— and like Charles, all her memories came flashing back.

“Charl—“ Before she could even finish his name, a fan pulled her to take a picture. But she looked back at Charles once more, confirming if it really was him.

And she talks loud,

She’s telling me what I wanna hear now

Is it real now?

How do I know for sure?

Needless to say, Charles was speechless— and Y/N was too.

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that-weird-thing-in-the-woods · 9 months ago

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The Beginning

:) I said I was going to write this lol. Hope you guys like it sorry for my words and stuff if you seen my other posts you can tell I have bad grammar

Anyway enjoy the story

Danny doesn’t know how long his been flying and it’s starting to take its toll and if he doesn’t see clockworks tower soon he’ll have to stop and take a break ( not to mention being incredibly injured )

Especially with him now being pregnant… whoa that’s really weird to say

As danny was thinking of that that’s when he saw Clockworks tower Danny let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding

Was it because of seeing a familiar face

Or was it the knowledge that They couldn’t hurt him anymore

Danny shakes his head like he’s trying to get rid of the thought. As Danny gets closer to the tower he stops flying and just floats to the main entrance of the tower ( he will most definitely fall if he doesn’t and he knows that ) there at the entrance is clockwork floating there as Danny sees him he starts to speed up and as soon as he reaches clockwork and just cry’s like the child he is…

Clockwork knew this had happened in other timelines.

Some where Danny ends up in a GIW facility being a experiment

Or where Danny goes on the run from the GIW or his own parents

Or where clockwork had hoped with all his core this timeline would be like where Danny’s parents loved him even if he was a halfa ( even if this universe is one of the rarest of all the timelines )

But when he saw Danny hold on to him like it’s the only thing that is keeping him from getting even more hurt than he already is

Danny has multiple cuts and bruises from different weapons and angles from where he was running and it looks like one of his ankles is barely holding on to a thread the bone is most likely shattered and there are multiple deep cuts around his neck like someone was trying to put a collar on him more specifically a shock collar that looks like it got a good few shocks in if the bit of burns on his neck were anything to go off of. And Danny has fallen asleep on him

Clockwork smiles softly at this and picks Danny up and brings him up to his tower he summons a bed to put Danny on while he heals him the best he can but some of the cuts around his body are going to scar and the cuts around his neck are some of the worse injuries that he’s seen on the boy in this timeline and the only ones this bad in this timeline. Now where would the boy go? Clockwork can’t take care of him and with his human half it would be impossible for him to live in the ghost zone so where would he go..? Clockwork thought about it for a few minutes before he remembered something a dimension and pocket dimension to be specific it has everything the boy could ever need but it does have a population of snakes that take care of the little place they call home and are not afraid of fighting off others if they are not a part of the nest but the boy does seem to like snakes what is it he called them once ‘danger noodles’ if he’s remembering correctly the boy always finds away to be endearing clockwork thinks before he goes to get the portal to the dimension this place will be the perfect place for Danny to live in with his unborn child he is currently caring for.

That’s all for the first part I hope you guys like it! Sorry if it’s a bit short this is my first time writing a fic. And the second part will be out soon anyway byeeeee (also here are the people who asked to be tagged I hope you guys enjoy the story)

@thatoneweirdshipper @phantasama @siluver

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enteringdullsville · 11 months ago

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I got bored so I made a thing. Modern Nick AU featuring a handful of the child protagonists, a chibified SpongeBob being their chaperone? A summer camp setting, perhaps? With everyone save for Danny, Jenny, and Dora having their ages fudged to be closer?

Sure, why not? From left to right:

Sanjay Patel

He may or may not have snuck Craig into his cabin, and Craig may or may not have started charging people for “sage advice from the talking snake”

Sanjay’s a relatively good kid but kind of a hellion. Manny spends much of his early life in a moral dilemma. Having them be partners seemed like a logical decision

His bowling pin head was really hard to adapt to my usual style without utterly mangling his face, but I think I did alright

Manny Rivera

He’s wearing the boots and scarf from his El Tigre costume

Bessie thinks he’s the coolest thing, but his and Danny’s egos clash almost immediately

This presumably takes place after he’s settled on heroism, but that doesn’t mean he’s not a troublemaker

April O’Neil

She’s quite possibly the only person getting any actual work done in camp

She’s ostensibly the least insane person in the group, but she’s prone to egging on the others’ antics and starting bets on how much things will escalate

Her age has been dropped a couple of years, so she’s often with Lincoln foiling Dora’s whole escape artist routine

Tommy Pickles

Still on his filmmaker career from All Grown Up! He has a lot of footage of a lot of things in a lot of places

Normally mild mannered and agreeable, but being given “strict orders” instantly makes his good mood vanish

His mind tends to wander when he’s bored, and it has no regard for its curfew

Lincoln Loud

He’s a weeb canonically, so he’s been given a vaguely animesque appearance

Whatever camp this takes place at, I can guarantee at least one of his sisters had been there prior. Since most of the characters here are the Everyman type, Linc’s cunning and trickster attributes are played up a bit

Has no regard for the fourth wall. Tommy has no clue what he’s on about and thinks he’s insane

Aang (Just Aang)

Whether or not he can bend is based purely on what’s funniest at the moment, especially since he and Dib make it impossible for this to be canon compliant

He’s definitely living in an AU with a less horrific backstory. Less responsibilities, less issues

Wouldn’t hurt a fly, but he’d definitely give a wasp a warning shot if it was being a jerk

Danny Fenton

Danny, and only Danny, is actually a little older here. He and Jenny are the counselors. Lucky them.

Doesn’t even bother with the secret identity since Bob’s the only one dense enough to not connect the dots

Being able to turn invisible is really helpful when Dib has questions he doesn’t feel like answering

Jimmy Neutron

There he is, officer. That one’s the ringleader

Aang’s existence is a constant source of frustration for him since he can’t come up with a scientific explanation for all…that

He’s right off the heels of Nicktoons Unite and is wondering when and why SB became so serious

SpongeBob SquarePants

The only adult we see at the camp for some reason, and the only nonhuman besides Jenny

I messed up his scaling, he was supposed to be small enough to fit in someone’s hand, hence his overly simplified design. That’s the height he is in-universe

Ironically and disproportionately strong. Not Jenny’s level, but about as strong as he is in Unite…without being adjusted for size. In other words, he can easily pick up and throw the campers like rag dolls

Jenny Wakeman

The only nonhuman kid at camp, as well as the oldest/youngest at 16/5

She’s the one thing stopping land bears from tearing the camp apart

She’s justifiably a little wary since she’s not exactly nature proof, but all the kids think she’s the coolest thing

Timmy Turner

A closer look at him reveals three familiar looking trinkets shaped like a wand, wings, and a floaty crowny thing

He doesn’t need magic, anyway. He’ll make everything possibly go wrong his own way

He and Bessie butt heads almost immediately; Timmy’s fine with one hypercompetent overachieving Girl Scout in his life, but he does not need another

Ginger Foutley

Usually found with fellow artsy types Rudy and Lincoln

Riddled with anxieties and restless leg syndrome. She comes of as brooding, but she’s just introspective

Since April’s a menace, she’s the actual least insane camper

Eliza Thornberry

It took her a bit to realize SpongeBob could actually talk to begin with and that everyone else didn’t have the same power as her. In fact, there’s a non-zero chance there are a bunch of animals from assorted Nick shows that are screaming in the background constantly and it’s messing with her head

I gave her just the one braid to make her distinct from the other Elizabeth in the cast

She slips in and out of her father’s mannerisms. SMASHING!

Rudy Tabootie

Mysteriously disappears to parts unknown it’stheChalkZone every now and then when he needs to blow off some steam

I find it funny how stylized I made everyone else while Rudy’s just slightly taller

SpongeBob sees a lot of himself in the kid. Rudy doesn’t know how to feel about that

Dora Marquez

Y’know, I added her as a joke, and she immediately became my favorite

She’s the youngest kid at her canon age of seven, so she’s coddled by everyone else. She HATES it, given that she’s been adventuring on her own for the longest time, so she’s a lot more cynical than usual. Easily the biggest departure from the norm

Constantly tries to escape supervision in favor of wandering the wilderness, but the talking cheese won’t let her

Arnold Shortman

He doesn’t know how he ended up as the “cool guy”, but he’s not gonna fight it

Appears detached and aloof, but he’s more likely just dissociating

Always seems to know what he’s doing to the point of parody. As smart as he is, I must reiterate he’s just improvising

Dib Membrane

Eliza, Rudy, and especially Timmy aren’t too keen on hanging around him for very obvious reasons

The fact he’s with people who are reasonably sane this time around means he’s in much better spirits. Lincoln’s probably his best friend at the camp, although Dib’s still a loner

He and Jimmy always run the risk of killing each other if they talk for more than two minutes at a time due to differing views on magic

Bessie Higgenbottom

The kid most likely to actually listen to the inane drivel that comes out of SpongeBob’s mouth

Since she’s still working on the whole Mighty Bee thing, she’s all over Manny, Danny, and Janny

There are very few campers that aren’t at least a little intimidated by her

There were a few other characters I wanted to add like Nate Wright (Big Nate), Annie Bramley (It’s Pony), Mikey Munroe (Bunsen is a Beast), but I scrapped them for space.

I elected to only use one character per series, causing me to drop Korra, Sheen Estevez, Ronnie Anne Santiago, and Hazel Wells for being spinoff characters (especially since Sheen and Ronnie Anne were around before getting their own shows). It also forced me to remove Fanboy and Chum Chum from my initial plan entirely.

I additionally wanted to keep SB as the only organic nonhuman character due to the inherent absurdity of having him as the sole adult figure, which is why Dib and April represent their series rather than Zim or a Ninja Turtle and why I chose not to use Harvey Beaks.

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goldenherc9 · 3 months ago

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HERCULEAN GAINS: RISE OF THE SCALLY MASTER

Herculean Gains had always been known as the place where men went to become monsters—where Hercules Gold himself transformed average guys into hulking alphas. But no one was prepared for what walked in one humid afternoon.

Danny.

Already a beast of a man, Danny's thick Adidas track jacket strained across his chest, arms swollen with roid-fueled muscle. His shaved head gleamed under the gym lights, gold chains bouncing with every confident step. He smirked as the familiar scent of sweat and testosterone filled his lungs.

Hercules spotted him immediately. “Oi, you back for more, bruv?” Hercules asked, flexing casually, confident in his usual dominance.

But Danny shook his head, a cocky grin curling on his lips. “Nah, mate. I ain’t just here to lift.” He stepped closer, towering. “I’m here to take over.”

Hercules laughed—until Danny pulled a sleek black bottle from his gym bag.

"Scally Juice. Alpha Master Blend."

Danny handed it to Hercules without hesitation. “You've made alphas before, but you’ve never met a Scally King. Drink this, and you’ll understand.”

Hercules raised a brow but couldn't resist the pull of Danny’s pure, unshakeable confidence. “Alright, bruv,” he smirked. “Hit me.”

He cracked open the bottle and chugged.

The moment the juice hit his system, everything exploded.

Hercules staggered, muscles tightening. His pecs swelled even larger, chest hair thickening into a dark mat. His arms, already huge, ballooned outward, veins snaking like cables across his skin. His waist thickened, traps rising like mountains, his red tank top tearing apart as he grew.

But the changes weren’t just size.

His beard trimmed itself into a sharp, perfect chinstrap, jawline sharpening into something cocky, rough, and street-tough. His gym shorts morphed into tight black Adidas track pants, gold rings materializing on his fingers. Around his neck, thick chains glinted as his entire presence radiated pure scally dominance.

The transformation hit his mind just as hard.

His old cocky smirk twisted into something feral. He realized—he didn’t want to run the gym alone. Danny was the boss now.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Hercules muttered, admiring his reflection. “You weren’t jokin’, mate.”

Danny chuckled, stepping beside him. “Told ya. From now on, we run this place together.”

They strutted through the gym, their combined presence shaking the walls. But Danny had more plans.

As new members walked through the doors—skinny lads, gym hopefuls, cocky newcomers—they were greeted by Danny and Hercules, each offering a bottle of Scally Juice.

And every single one drank it willingly.

Each transformation was unique—some grew lean but defined, others roided out beyond recognition—but all walked out wearing tight track suits, shaved heads gleaming, eyes filled with loyalty and confidence, eager to be part of the Scally Empire.

Herculean Gains? Nah, it wasn’t just about gains anymore.

It was Danny’s Domain. Hercules grinned every time a new scally lad strutted past, flexing, proudly part of the new hierarchy. And he loved it.

Lads wanted to join. They craved the transformation. No one resisted.

Because who wouldn't want to become the most dominant version of themselves under the rule of the Scally Kings?

@freakyscallymusclemaster now runs the gym innit bruvs yous gonna be all scallies so cum join innit bruvz

#scally tf #herculean gains #jockification #male tf #freakyscallymusclemaster #hercules gold #chav tf #scally juice tf #scally juice

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ashisill · 2 months ago

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Backstage secrets

Josh Kiszka x male oc

Warnings: (anger, arguing, Making out, anal sex, unprotected sex, choking slightly, crying ish, sub Josh)

When Josh��s pre show routine gets disrupted you know just how to make him feel better before the show.

If you enjoy this check out the first part.

You’ve been crammed into hotel rooms with Josh and his brothers and frankly you're starting to lose your mind. You’ve been away from home for seven months watching Josh on tour. Together it’s the most beautiful and infuriating experience. He’s so magnificently ravishing when he struts his stuff on stage. It’s a side of him you’ve never seen before. Your sweet, soft-spoken Josh becomes the most confident and fearless version of himself. With shimmering rhinestones and sparkly clothes, he is nothing short of an angel.

However, what happens when that angel ruffles it’s feathers? We all know Josh is a diva, but when he’s overwhelmed, oh boy. Josh is a sensitive soul, he enjoys quiet moments of peace. He loves to listen to his brother’s strum their acoustics while drawing designs for his jumpsuits. He loves museums, libraries, and isolated corners of coffee shops. His favorite is slow mornings when it’s just the two of you. Every moment of solitude makes his crazy life worth it. What he doesn’t love is the constant noise of bickering (even if he’s the cause of it). His brothers understand but sometimes conflict is inevitable. Especially when it's been seven months of overstimulation. Tensions are high meaning it's not hard for the diva to completely unleash.

“Jake, did you grab my bag from the hotel like I asked?”

You’ve already arrived at the venue and everyone was about to separate into dressing rooms. Josh would finally have his much needed moment of quiet. However, you see Jake’s eyes widen as you're about to step off the tour bus.

This isn’t going to be good.

“Umm, I don’t think so” he starts digging through a pile of bags. Josh’s familiar tan one is far from the mix.

“Jake, that bag has everything I need!”

“It’s not my fault you left it on my bed”

“It is your fault you didn’t grab it”. Josh puts emphasis in his words just the same. While shoving a finger in Jake’s chest. Jake push’s him back and he stumbles once. You can tell Josh is seeing red and step in. As he throws an arm back to land a punch your hand snakes around his waist. It’s obviously Jake wasn’t looking for a fight when he sighs of relief. “Baby no it was just an accident”

“Sorry but I have enough shit to keep track of Josh”

“Fuck you Jake! If it was your stuff I would never-”

“Guys” Danny speaks but Josh doesn’t stop.

“What the hell am I supposed to do now huh?”.

“Look, bud I’m sorry, you’ll just have to use our stuff. I didn’t mean to leave it okay”. Jake attempts to calm his twin but it does little to no good.

“I need my stuff!”

“Josh, I’ll go back and grab it, just breathe” you say but notice you’ll be short on time.

“Don’t tell me to breathe Christian! My routine is ruined! Now I’m not going to have time to finish all my steps and I’m going to blow it tonight!” He runs his fingers through his hair. He’s spiraling but between you and the others it should be enough to settle him.

“Josh, you can use some of my stuff, it’s okay” Sam puts a hand on his shoulder.

He’s trying to hold it together but his routine is extremely important to the outcome of the show. He has a very important checklist that must get done. Make up, hair, meditation, breathing exercises, vocal exercises, and more, you can’t keep track of.

“My book! My book is in that bag!”

His book he carries everywhere with him. He uses it as a journal, but also a sketch book. He’s always doodling or writing film scrips any time he gets slightly bored. It’s a staple item that must always be with him. Now you really know he’s close to completely losing it.

“Fucking damn it!”

Jake clears the bus, avoiding his lecture. Sam, Danny, and you hang back trying to defuse the situation. You may not be the best boyfriend in the world but you sure know how to calm down the diva.

“I know it’s not ideal but I have a book you can use. Maybe when we get back you can copy it in your book. How’s that honey?”

He’s frantically breathing but nods.

“I’ve got some tea bags if you’d like to make some. I know it’s not your favorite, but I think you’ll like it,” Danny chimes in.

“I have hair products and I’m sure the others have some you can use” Sam says.

“See? It’s gonna be okay,” you say and grab Josh’s stack of jumpsuits. “I have your makeup so you don’t have to worry about that. It’s gonna just fine my love”

He sighs and walks off with his head lowered. You follow behind him as he navigates his way to the dressing room.

“Christian I just hate when my schedule gets messed up”

“I know you do love bug”

He sighs and plops down on the small couch. You join him sitting close. “My schedule's been messed up to” you say, putting an arm around him. He leans into your touch, laying his head on your shoulder. You smile softly, thankful he’s becoming calm and relaxed. Realizing your words, you feel his face shift, “what schedule?”

“Well, we haven’t had sex in three weeks”

“Maybe that’s why I’m so tense” he laughs.

“Possibly”

He sits up and sits cross-legged facing you.

“So” he says.

“So what?”

“Gimme your hands. Put them in mine”

“Okay” you laugh at his seriousness.

“Shhh”

“Oh sorry,” you’re still laughing, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“What’s so funny?”

“You’re just so cute … and I really want to fuck you”

Josh takes sex extremely serious. Like his pre show rituals he has one for sex too. It’s differs depending on his mood for the day. Foreplay is always long and drawn out. Which you usually don’t mind. By the time you get your hands on each other you’re both a mess. Except when you haven’t wondered his body for weeks your patience is thinning.

“We’re getting there hush”

You sigh impatiently and put your hands in his. “Breath in”

You follow him and listen to the sounds of his breathing. Together you take three breaths in and out. He opens his eyes looking into yours. “We’re running short on time”

“It’s foreplay hold on-”

Before he can speak another word you’ve pinned him to the couch. “Christian!”

Your lips clash hard on his, causing a small whine to leave him. Your tongues intertwine as you kiss him. You pull away and look down at him, then change your gaze to the door.

You get up long enough to flip the lock. “Sit” he commands. You don’t want to give up control but you obey. He crawls into your lap and straddles your waist. “I just want to kiss you. Can I?”

As impatient as you are, how can you say no to him? Sweet as ever, he just stares adoringly, waiting for a response. Such an innocent request makes your heart swell up. Especially when you know how dirty he can really be. You take his face in your hands and pull him close. He wraps around your neck and kisses you slowly. To have Josh this way is purely a blessing. That outrageous man so full of energy. Now soft and gentle upon your lap with nothing but love for you in his heart.

Minutes pass and neither one of you has pulled away. When he finally does, you both breathe heavy. “I need you now. Right now. Please just-”

You bring a finger to his lips, “my needy boy. What do you need baby?”

“You” he whines and pulls at your shirt.

“Want me inside of you sweet boy?”

His brows furrowed and another whine leaves his lips. “Please I’ll be so good”

“You always are Josh. Can my good boy lay down for me?”

He crawls off your lap and lies on his back. You hover above him and play with the hem on his shorts. As much as you’d love to take things slow and savor his beautiful body, you can’t. You’re ripping off his shorts frantically along with your own. You want him. You fucking need him.

You stick two fingers in his mouth and order him to suck. When he does you coo making the look in his eyes turn desperate. “Please” it chokes out of his as your fingers tease his entrance. You let a string of spit fall to your cock and you gentle pump with your other hand.

“Just do it. Do it!” He cries.

“I don’t want to hurt you my love. Please be patient”. You say while sliding your fingers inside of him.

“I can’t” He shakes his head. “Do it. Give it to me Christian!”

You hush him with your finger knowing the walls are paper thin. You try to plead with him, but it fails. He grips the collar of your shirt pulling you close "fucking give it to me!"

A little flustered by his urgency, you give in. You don’t offer him time to adjust before you bottom out. He hisses and grips your shirt harder. “I told you to wait. Are you hurting?”

He doesn’t answer and grinds his hip to get some friction. His bites his lip and closes his eyes before you start to scold him.

“Josh! Give me a minute. I thought you said you were gonna be good?”

He pulls your shirt until your face to face “Are you going to fuck me or stall all night? Please I need it so bad! Ple-”

Frankly, he’s really starting to get on your nerves. Your hand wraps around his throat, “shut up. The only thing I want to hear from those lips are my name”

His legs rest on your shoulders as you fuck into him. He’s not the frantic rambling Josh you know. He’s got a look on his face you’ve never seen before. The strangest part is he’s quiet. Josh is never quiet, he’s loud and proud. You love that about him because he always lets you know how good you make him feel. You wonder if he’s attempting to behave since you are in a dressing room. Or if he’s so overwhelmed by the feeling of you he can’t make a noise. His eyes start to roll and he’s mumbling something under his breath.

“What’s that baby?” You match his quiet tone.

His eyes meet yours with such intensity you almost flinch. You’ve never seen his eyes so full of need. In this moment you would do absolutely whatever he asks of you. Like the sweetheart he is, all he wants is your love.

“Talk … to … me”

“Oh sweet Josh. You’re better at this than I am”

You admit, but try anyways, “you want me to tell you how good you’re doing? How absolutely beautiful you look right now? You take me so well pretty boy”

He aggressively nods his head with a whimper. You take his harden cock into your hand and start to jerk him off slowly. “Oh my sweet little love bug. Such a good boy for this cock huh?”

“I love it so much so so much”

“I know you do sweet boy” you gently rub your thumb over his cheek bone. “You need to cum so bad don’t you baby?”

“Fuck please I need it”

You pick up your pace stroking his length. He cries out softly. “Oh Josh I love you so”

He opens his mouth to speak but is taken over by pleasure. I know that he’s close when his body tenses up and he squeezes around me. His core starts to shake and his eyes don’t leave me. I know he’s holding back. He’s watching almost waiting for my permission.

“Let go for me Joshua. Let it all go”

“Christian”

You talk him through it as he spills onto his stomach and chest. An unexpected moan rips out of his lungs. Though you were quick to cover his mouth with your hand. Although you know damn well anyone close enough heard you don’t give a shit. Feeling the vibrations of his moans on your hand is only pushing you closer.

“There’s my boy. Doing so fuckin amazing. Being so so good for me. Fuck you’re gonna make me cum Josh”. The closer you get the easier it is to dirty talk.

He’s hardly conscious as you speak to him. He reaches out for your hand and you hold his gently. He’s a whiny whimpering mess but his eyes are starting to water. He is squeezing your hand begging you to cum. When his last beg tugs on your heart it sends you reeling over the edge. You bite your lip stifling your own moans and spill into him. Leaning down to kiss his cheek you wipe away a small tear. You start to slow your pace before gently pulling out. He whines at the loss of you making your lips curve down. “Poor baby”.

Before your ass could even hit the couch he was cuddled up on you. Knowing you had more than enough time you didn’t wake him when he drifted to sleep. Instead you took care of your baby. Scratching his back, massaging his shoulders, and playing with his hair. When you woke him his eyes fluttered open with a smile. All because he realized where he was. Safe in your arms.

He forgets his pre-show ritual tonight and lets you get him ready. You slide his jumpsuit on and dream about taking it off. He sits on your lap as you fluff up his hair and place on his rhinestones. You tell him how pretty he looks until it makes him blush. Afterwards you kiss him for a while before he giggles against your lips.

"What's on your mind baby?" you ask.

"It's just I'm about to go out there and not a single person will know what just happened. Nobody will even have a clue how good you fucked me”

You hum pleased with his thoughts, "my dirty boy"

Jake knocks on the door, snapping you two out of your trance. You both step out, shutting the door behind you.

"I'm sorry I messed up your routine tonight”

He turns around to face you with a giddy smile. His eyes sparkling with love and excitement.

“that’s okay we’ve made a new one”

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wazzappp · 1 year ago

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I am a woman of weak will with no excuse for this @moosemonstrous thank you for being my most trusted enabler advisor and @cicada-candy thank you for your encouragement <3

WOE. GHOST RIDER MAGICAL GIRL AU HELLFIRE GALA FITS BE UPON YE.

Ok so the first genre is High fashion/Familiar themed!

Robbie is in something edgy and asymmetrical. Lots of variations in texture with solid, glitter and mesh areas. A fun grungy makeup style that I thought would suit him well. The more solid areas have a snakeskin texture that I'm not sure came through in the image export sorry lol. Delicate silver pieces help to balance out the harshness of the general aesthetic of the dress. Overall tried to mimic the slithering motion of a snake with the twisting pattern of his dress materials and made it a little more obvious with the snake bracelet.

Danny's focuses on layered sheer materials. Lots of feather and wing embroidery to connect him to his familiar. Nice silver chain around the waist to give the dress some shape and structure and help separate the top and bottom areas. Leg slit to create some interest so things aren't too symmetrical and boring (also you have moose to thank for the boob window lmao). A fun little wing pendant for the back detail ties it together pretty well I think.

JOHNNYYYYYYYYYY pulled a LOT of Avril Lavigne vibes and I'm honestly not sure why. I guess I just really wanted to see in some 'trashy' Y2K fashion (trashy in quotation marks cause I think it's COOL actually) and she's the first person that came into mind. Fur at the top of the dress contrasts with the shiny/glitter material on the rest of it. White tips on the ends of his boots and gloves because of Zaradogs lil sock feet <3. A fun ponytail with some black chain necklaces finishes everything pretty well.

FRANK. DIFFICULT AS ALWAYS. HAD to include fur I had to connect him to Cat-stle somehow. Other than that his look is very Matrix inspired. Very slick and fairly practical. SPIKY ass boots and a fun laceup back add some detail to the otherwise very simple fit. Some mesh areas on the jacket also include just a little bit of variation in texture.

BALLROOM LOOKS!! We getting FANCY.

Something light and fun for Robbie with LOTS of gradient chiffon. A more solid waist wrap to help eccentuate a more solid shape for the more drifting ends of the dress. I'm a sucker for sheer sleeves brother I have no excuse.

EEEEEE PRINCESS DANNY COMING THROUGH!! I LOVE how this one came out! Fun off the shoulder moment with gloves to make sure his arms don't look too plain. Faux silver corset that dissolves into layers of sheer glittery material to form a full length ballgown with lots of nice volume.

JOHNNY YOU GAVE ME TROUBLE. Wanted to include lots of geometric shapes (moose and I looked at QUITE A FEW reference images) so I was able to fit that in with the tessellation patterns on the sleeves and mesh sides, as well as the triangular shape of the top area of the dress. Tried not to overdo the gold glitter by limiting it to a strip down the middle with longer black panels on the sides.

Frank with a VERY classic look I'm a sucker for a square top. He's also got the fun mesh sleeves, this time with some lace patterns. Layered skirt with a bit of volume and glitter ends (I'm a SUCKER for glitter ends). Vibrant red top to show off his signature color with some ribbing to mimic a corset.

AFTER PARTY DRESSES. Fuckin. Euphoria lookin ass dresses. Idk man I just love these kinds of dresses and thought I would go ham at the end for one final nonsense fun look.

#Ive got no excuse brother #ok now to move on to fighting styles #playing dress up with them was a special kind of fun though for fucking real #I love going dress shopping so this was a blast for me #JEEZ did it ever take me a while though lmao #ghost rider magical girl au #ghost rider #my art #sketch #robbie reyes #danny ketch #johnny blaze #frank castle #woe. main tag be upon ye. fuck you #alright time to go to bed lmfao

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houdinicarpenter · 1 year ago

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THE OTHER SIDE

When Tara's hysterical screaming interrupts her phone call, Sam goes to investigate and finds herself in for a challenge.

fandom: Scream characters: Tara Carpenter, Sam Carpenter, Chad Meeks-Martin, & Mindy Meeks-Martin content: sfw tickle fic, post Scream VI, siblings doing stupid shit a/n: i'm very nervous to post this. i originally wrote it as an experiment and had no intention of posting it, but i've been encouraged to do so by some dope-ass people (even if they have no idea what it is that i wrote). also... if this fic looks/reads familiar to you, no it doesn't 🤫

“NAAA-HA-HA-HA! STA-HA-HA-HAP I-HI-HIT!”

Around her little sister’s scream-laughing, Sam pressed the phone against her ear, closing the other with her ear to hear Danny’s voice on the other end.

“I’m good Wednesday or Friday. So, whichever day you’re free…”

“Uh…” She took a moment to think it over, before a loud squeal cut into her thoughts. She refocused. “Wednesday… I think?”

“Okay, I—” Before he could finish his reply, Tara’s hysterical vocals drowned him out again.

“AAHH-HA-HA-HA-HAAA! GUY-HY-HY-HYYYS! PLEEE-HE-HEASE!”

Sam sighed and brought a hand to her head. “Danny, can you just hold that thought for a minute? I’m gonna have to call you back. My sister’s screaming about something, and I can’t hear what you’re saying.”

“Sure.”

“Thanks.” She hung up and left her phone on the couch as she made way towards Tara’s room, where the noise was coming from. She busted open the door. “What is going on?!”

Tara was lying halfway in Chad’s lap and halfway on the floor, her face bright red and chest heaving, while Chad held her against him and Mindy moved away from her. She looked between the three, expecting an answer.

“Tara was being a little turd, so we tickled the hell out of her,” Chad reported. Still in his hold, his girlfriend looked up desperately at her sister.

“More like they tried to kill me!” Chad snaked a couple fingers into her underarm and gave it another scratch, to which silenced the younger Carpenter with a ticklish whine. “Stop it!”

The eldest just sighed and shook her head. As irritated as she’d seemed on the phone, now that she knew what the noise was all about, she couldn’t help but give a playful roll of her eyes. Even at 20 years old, her baby sister was still as ticklish as she’d been when they were kids. She’d always fallen victim to the quote-unquote, “Tickle Monster,” when she’d get on Sam’s bad side. Of course, she’d never hurt her, like other older siblings might. However, all the older Carpenter had to say when Tara was starting to get on her nerves was, “I’m gonna get you, Tara, if you don’t stop.” It was enough to warn the little girl off, unless she was feeling extra risky that day—which she did a lot. “Okay, well, keep it down,” she told them, “I was on the phone, all the way in the living room, and I couldn’t hear over the screaming.”

But Mindy just shrugged. “It’s not our fault she’s so ticklish,” she insisted, nodding towards the youngest.

Her brother kissed the top of his girlfriend’s head, before he let her go and nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I did not expect that.”

While she watched Tara retreat onto her bed for safety, Sam crossed her arms and leaned against the doorframe. “Yep. She’s always been that way,” she confessed, making the other’s already-flushed face darken even more.

She glared at her. “Oh, don’t act like you’re not ticklish, Sam. I know you are.” If Sam was going to expose her, like it was nothing, then two could play it that game. “Mom and Dad got you good many times, and so did I.”

Before her big sister could say anything to defend herself, Chad challenged, “Okay, but is she as ticklish as you?”

Tara met his gaze confidently, even leaning forward a bit to show her sincerity, “Yes.”

“No,” Sam immediately objected, gaining all of their attention.

“Ooh…” Mindy glanced between the sisters. “Somebody’s lying…” She and Chad exchanged glances, before she put her hands up towards each sister. “Maybe we should test it?”

Tara shook her head, when the twins looked at her. “Don’t look at me, I just did my test. I’m still trying to recover.” She pointed at Sam, “That’s the liar, right there. Test her.”

But when she received all eyes again, Samantha shook her head with a disbelieving scoff. “This is ridiculous. I’m leaving.” Right as she turned around to walk out, her younger sister’s voice fought her to stay.

“Why?” she quizzed, leaping off the bed and slipping past the threshold to stop her from leaving. “Don’t think you can take it?” There was a sparkle in her eyes that mimicked her child years. After what just happened, she had nothing to hide, but Sam was another story.

“I can take it!” the older snapped, not realizing how defensive she sounded.

“Then, why not?”

“Because it’s stupid.”

“Then, prove me wrong,” Tara insisted, stepping forward to force her sibling to back up into her bedroom. Sam’s brow hardened a little, which made her go on to propose, “For a full minute, we get to tickle you and see if you’re as bad as me.”

The other was already rolling her eyes and sighing, indirectly saying everything she’d been insinuating about it. “Tara…”

“What?” she grinned. “If you think it’s so stupid and you insist that you’re not as ticklish as I remember, then one minute should be nothing, right?” She took another step forward, cornering her further. “If you win, you can choose to do or make me do anything you want. You can have revenge, make me do the dishes or make me cook dinner for a week, whatever you want,” she offered. “But if I win, I get bragging rights, and I get to tell Danny.”

“Ooooohhhh,” Chad teased the idea as he looked up at Sam, who was now almost standing in front of him.

This made Tara’s smirk grow as she raised her eyebrows. But her big sister just blinked at her, unfazed.

“You’re serious?”

Instead of replying, the younger just took a step back and held her hand out for a deal-making handshake. Her smile dropped into a serious expression. “Deadly.”

On the inside, Samantha was groaning at how ridiculous this idea was, but she knew if she were to keep refusing, none of them would get off her back. It was a minute. 60 seconds. That was it. After, she’d be free to walk away without being hounded about irrelevant nonsense. She had to admit, she truly didn’t know how she’d take this ‘challenge,’ because Tara was right, it had literally been years since she’d been in a situation like that. And everybody and their dog knew just how much she’d changed from her younger self.

“Fine, I will do it, to make you get off my ass…”

Tara’s head tilted in a form of a nod, “Fair enough.” She then made way to her bed and jumped up on it, spinning around to sit like a dog. She tapped the space next to her, “Take a seat, Sammy.”

While she looked calm on the outside, the older Carpenter’s heart started to pick up speed as she moved towards her assigned spot. She sat down with a sigh, to which invited her sister to move behind her, making a half-circle around her like a cat to its human’s leg.

“Just to let you know,” she warned, “if you start to get out of control, Chad’s gonna have to hold you.”

“What the—”

“You agreed to a minute, we shook on it!” she reminded, cutting her off. “You’re strong, so I can’t trust that you won’t fight for escape.”

Sam just wanted to get it over with, as much as she was quickly growing to hate it. She swallowed uneasily, but luckily Tara didn’t hear.

“Chad, Mindy, what are you still doing down there? I’m gonna need backup!”

“Yes, ma’am!” Chad leapt off the floor, while Mindy came around the opposite side of the bed and pulled her phone out.

“You better be timing this shit,” Sam growled.

“I got it right here,” Mindy flashed the screen in the others’ direction. “Tell me when, T.”

Tara sat down right at her sister’s back and rubbed her hands together like she usually did when she was about to kick someone’s ass in a game. “Go!”

Not even a second after the cue was given, Samantha felt her sibling’s fingertips skitter up her back and through her hair to get to her neck. Instinctively, she stiffened, but she stayed where she was. A swarm of chills flooded her, but it wasn’t the cold-type. It was the kind that told your brain that your skin was crawling, and it wasn’t sure how to respond.

Tara still maintained her confidence as she drug her perfectly filed nails around to the sides of her neck, threatening to further explore the soft underside of her throat. She got more of a reaction here, the older’s shoulders jerking up, while a small noise emitted from her larynx. Bingo. She then put her lips up to her ear, intentionally whispering, “Is Sammy afraid of the Tickle Monster?” Whispering into her ear had always been something Sam couldn’t stand, because it tickled.

And like she expected, her older sister twisted away, her face cringing as she closed one eye and hissed in irritation. Baby pink talons slithered beneath her chin, which made her try to back up, but she just ended up bracing against Tara.

The younger Carpenter giggled at this and slithered her fingers down her collarbone and into her underarms. The owner’s spine twisted, clenching her arms to her figure, but it just trapped her dangerous touch.

Sam’s barrier broke, and she started to snicker as she tried to twist away. However, a different pair of hands crept onto her torso to keep her where she was, and just that contact made her snickers turn into giggles. She pulled her knees up and tried to push Chad off of her.

“I didn’t even start ticking her, and she’s already laughing.” Chad looked over at Tara, who encouraged him with a nod.

“Well, get on it! Time’s running out!” She relieved her sister from scratching at her underarms and went back up to her neck.

Her boyfriend shrugged and obeyed her order as he attacked the victim’s abdomen and ribs with menacing fingertips.

A loud whine came from Samantha, before she erupted into full-on laughter. She kicked out in a struggle to gain a grip on the mattress to push herself out of her 2nd tormentor's reach.

Tara had to work around her writhing, making her think back on what she had claimed before she agreed to this. “You’re squirming a lot for someone who swore they could take it, Saaam,” she teased in a sing-song voice.

Beneath her dominance, the older Carpenter choked out, “Shu-hu-hut up, Ta-ha-hara!” She shook her head, shoving her hands against Chad’s.

From the head of the bed, Mindy shouted, “She’s tryin’ to get away! Chad, switch places with Tara!” She held her phone up, “She’s got 40 seconds!”

The pair did so, in a smooth transition, Tara not taking her hands away from her sibling as she tickled down her sides and in between her ribs.

Given his size, Chad was able to get a hold on Sam pretty quickly. He slipped his forearms beneath her arms and dragged her back until she was mostly on the bed, holding her upper body in his lap, like he had done with Tara only minutes ago. There, he was able to twist his wrists to occupy her collarbone, some of her neck, and her upper ribcage.

The underdog was in a constant cycle of guffaws and wheezing, her face bright red from the intensity, which mimicked her little sister’s patterns as well. She wasn’t even able to get words out before Tara took things to the next level.

She slipped her hands beneath her big sister’s shirt and forced it up, before going after her bare stomach. “How about this, Sammy?” she taunted as she earned a squeal from her new tactic, “Does this tickle even more?”

Samantha gave a hard buck, her head throwing back into Chad, which she instantly regretted when his fingers danced on her exposed throat. She pulled her head down. “NAAH-HA-HA-HA! TA-HA-HARA-HA-HAAA!” Her knees yanked in, but to no avail, simply leaving them to kick out again in another buck.

Her sibling kept one hand on her fluttering belly, while the other controlled her legs by raking her nails into her inner thighs. “It’s not just me!”

“20 seconds!”

“Come on, Sam! Finish it out!” Chad cheered her on from above, even though he was busy scratching at her ribs. He retreated one arm enough to then tickle beneath her underarm again. “Find your inner Loomis! Prove Tara wrong!”

The older Carpenter nearly shrieked, when he did this, one hand weakly holding Tara’s wrist while she tried to bear the handle he had on her left ribcage to shrug out of his new point of captivation. “S-STAA-HA-HA-HAP! I C-CA-HAAA—” Her voice gave out in another violent wheeze.

With the grace of a cat, Tara eased up on her contribution to leap over her big sister and finish the rest of the time on the opposite side. Her back was turned to Mindy as she tore into Sam’s lower abdomen, slipping her nails beneath her beltline to assault the sensitive flesh between her hips that she knew would throw her overboard. “I almost forgot about this spot!” A squeal-entwined “no” answered her, and she trailed one hand away to skitter down her bent leg, catching the sole of her foot. “And here!”

Sam retreated her leg instantly. “NO, TA-HARA, DO-HO-HO-HON’T!” She braced her heel into the bed to try and push herself up out of her lying position.

However, before her baby sister could do anymore damage, the timer went off and was followed by Mindy lunging forward.

The female twin broke the challenge to wrap her arms around Tara’s waist and pull her backwards. “Extra 15 seconds for Tara!” she announced, pinning her against her and digging her fingers into the younger’s stomach. “TICKLE ATTACK ON THE CARPENTER SISTERS!”

Tara exploded into shrill laughter, still too weak from earlier to push her off. “NO-HO-HO! STOP! THA-HA-HAT’S NOT FAI-HA-HA-HAIR!”

“Careful what you wish for, babe!” Chad teased and continued his playful torment on Sam, while his girlfriend’s familiar squeals and laughter filled his ears.

The younger Carpenter kicked and shook her head furiously as Mindy raised one hand to wave her fingers in front of her view. She was just as much a victim to air-tickles—when already under the ticklish spell—making her squeal when those dreadful words came from her attacker’s tongue.

“Tickle, tickle, tickle,” Meeks-Martin taunted, then unleashed merciless fingertips everywhere Tara couldn’t cover.

“AAHHH-HA-HA-HA-HAAAA! NAH-HA-HA-HAT THA-HAAT!” She bucked and thrashed, receiving karma for her cruel treatment on her older sister. “MI-HINDYYY-HE-HEEE!”

Chad was the one to call everything off after 15 seconds, which was more like 20 for Mindy and Tara. “Alright, Mindy! That’s a wrap, they look like they’re about to pass out,” he told her.

Luckily, his sister obeyed and let Tara lean against her as she recovered.

The football player sighed as Samantha covered her eyes with one hand and rested the other on her still-exposed stomach, panting almost in-sync with her sister. He glanced over to his sibling. “Aw, I kinda feel bad now…”

Before she could reply, Sam did, breathlessly. “Good… You should…”

“Hey,” Mindy piped up, “It was your sister’s idea!”

Tara pushed herself up from leaning against the twin, glaring over her shoulder. “Yeah. And you messed it up!” she hissed, shoving her away. “The point was to target Sam, not me!”

But her former attacker just chuckled, “I know. But I couldn’t resist.”

She rolled her eyes and looked over at Chad. “So, what’s the verdict? Did I win?” She then glanced at the others.

Chad shrugged, “I don’t know… Sam doesn’t break as easily or quickly as you do.”

“That’s because she was trying! You guys caught me off guard,” she countered, then pointed to Sam, “She was expecting it!”

Mindy gave the younger Carpenter the benefit of the doubt, “Sam is a lot more squirmy than Tara is, though. Tara just kinda gives up.”

This made the youngest frown, “Okay, that’s rude. But it’s a point…”

By now, Samantha had caught her breath enough to sit up on her own, even though her abs ached from the laughing onslaught. She cleared her throat and combed through her ruffled hair. “Just make a decision,” she ordered as she pulled her shirt down to its intended length, “I told Danny I’d call him back, because Tara was being too loud.”

Finally, Chad put his hands up in defeat. “Honestly, I think it’s a tie,” he decided.

His girlfriend rolled her eyes and slouched her shoulders, “Okay, fine, but I still get my share of winning, right?”

Behind her, Mindy nodded, “Sure, but because y’all tied, Sam gets her pick on what you have to do, too.” She glanced up to the eldest, who stood up and continued to adjust her shorts.

The other two looked in her direction too.

“What do you want, Sam?” Tara asked in partial disappointment.

Her sister rubbed her hand over her face, then glanced over her shoulder. “I’ll think about it,” she answered, the small smirk pulling at her lips promising something that Tara would dread. Rightfully so though, with how she handled the so-called challenge. Oh, she would make her decision wisely.

Chad chuckled at that response, while the younger Carpenter groaned. Beside them, Mindy jumped up.

“Alright!” She clapped her hands and pointed to Sam, “Now that that’s over, Sam, go call Danny back and finish your conversation. After that, we’ll watch the movie.”

Her brother nodded. “Agreed. Can’t have a slumber party with the Core Four without a good movie.” He glanced over to Tara as she slid off her bed and started towards the bathroom.

“I’ve gotta pee now, thanks to you, Mindy!” her voice carried as she shut the door.

That’s when Sam decided to take her leave. “Okay, I’ll let you know when I’m done. Or if you guys wanna go ahead and set it up, you can do that, but our TV’s a little different than the one that y’all have, so you might wanna wait for Tara.”

From beyond the bathroom door, Tara hollered. “Tell Danny to expect some dirt on you, in the near future!”

She just rolled her eyes and shook her head as she walked out.

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🫣 welp... there you go

p.s. i've already been requested a pt. 2 for this so i'll be working on that in the near future. i don't know if i will be posting that one, but if this one does ok or if someone mentions they want me to share the 2nd part, i will consider :)

yolo, right?

- parker (HOUDINICARPENTER / BWS) 🖤

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synergysilhouette · 5 months ago

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Plotting out "Vermilion" (Disney Musical)

Make sure to check out the summarized version of this and other stories in my post about the second part of the Resurgence Era! (And disclaimer: this post is a quick creation that is not the result of years like an actual film would be, and thus may not match the storytelling/music that properly reflects the culture.)

Background

At some point, a pitch is made to Disney concerning vampirism, though in contrast to traditional vampire films, this is an irreverent comedy. Disney initially passes on this, partially because they weren't interested in an irreverent comedy at the time, and partially because the pitch sounds more like a tv show. Eventually a more serious pitch snakes it's way back to execs, who hesitantly greenlight it, though they reason that it being a musical helps to lighten the material just enough (however controversial that opinion may be). After hiring Jon M. Chu thanks to his work on recent films (with Destin Daniel Cretton and Yu Yang being their alternates) and tapping Adele Lim once more, an idea comes to them to do a modern story instead of a medieval story, with an Asian lead. While Disney is initially hesitant on a modern story--especially when it was planned to be a musical--they believe in the team and let it go forward, bringing back Lin-Manuel Miranda due to their familiarity with his modern musicals and previous work experience with him. While Lim suggested the film be set in Malaysia, it was eventually switched to Singapore, with the lead (who was originally written as Eurasian) being of Malaysian and Chinese descent. There was a great debate on how to debate his vampirism, especially when his Malaysian heritage led to some encouragement to depict him--or at least his family--as Muslim, and there was concern about Disney being accused of portraying the group derogatorily. Eventually the project is evolved when someone brings up the idea of the vampires being mutants with vampire-like qualities, featuring the usual powers of super speed and strength, hypnotism, and mind reading, while replacing the bloodsucking aspect with emotional draining, making the victim become cruel as a result. As such, instead of being called vampires, the mutants are called Vermillions due to the color of their eyes. The film largely takes from tv shows as influences, including "Danny Phantom," "American Dragon: Jake Long," "Batman: The Animated Series," "Buffy the Vampire Slayer," and "Gargoyles." The main character also goes through various changes, as he is originally written as a snarky and sneaky troublemaker, followed by an interation of him being insecure and awkward. The prior two iterations are removed for being too unlikable and stereotypically vampiric at first, followed by being too boring and reliant on Asian stereotypes. Eventually a middle ground is settled of him being a a loner, but still retaining his slick responses and psychological skills, coming off as a bit intimidating and casual while still having a soft side. His fashion is also altered, going from gothic minimalism to a more maximalist style with black accents, and his age, which was originally a pre-teen, is changed to early 20s thanks to the success of young adult leads of previous films.

(Note: As of now, I imagine the lead as having a Chinese father and Malay mother. I am NOT sure if I got naming conventions correct--or the likelihood, for that matter; I gave the protagonist a Chinese surname and a Malay first name.)

Plot

Vermilions are creatures of the dark, dangerous mutants that must be contained--and if necessary, destroyed. But Sarkasi is now a Vermilion, and he hasn't exactly told anyone. Only his sister knows, and while they both know he should turn himself in, they revel in the advantages he has now, from hypnotism to super strength. That said, with the government closing in and a dangerous Vermilion lurking in the shadows, Sarkasi finds that even the darkness can't hide him forever.

Characters

(The images below reflect my inspiration for either the characters' design and/or personality, along with serving as a visual aid to the reader of this post rather than just looking at text.)

Woon Sarkasi--Before his mutant status as a Vermilion was made apparent, Sakasi was noted for being pretty chill. Nowadays, he isn't quite the same; aside from various superpowers and being easily irritated by sunlight, he's also more sarcastic, bold, and more intimidating. He wears contacts to keep his identity a secret from his family, but with more mutants popping up, it's only a matter of time before they figure it out. To combat strangers from figuring it out, he's taken up a part-time job assisting a (not real) magician, so anything unusual about him is deemed to be fake and part of promoting the magician's act.

(Danny Phantom fanart done by @letswonderspirit)

Woon Chen Xi--The cooler sibling naturally, she was immediately beloved in her male-dominated family from her brother's perspective, though from hers, her family is very overprotective and vigilant of her every move. When Sarkasi is revealed to be a Vermilion, she uses it as a chance to live vicariously through him, which he finds annoying. That said, despite their occasional animosity to each other, they're grateful for the other's company, and they've grown closer amidst the danger.

Silverwood--What price would one pay to achieve immortality, to achieve eternal youth, and would you continue to pay the price to keep it? It is unknown where Silverwood came from, or if he is the first Vermilion, but his eyes scream of ages past, and his sophistication echoes years of learned behavior and living in luxury. But like all Vermilions, he has his weaknesses, and for some reason, he thinks the solution to them lies with Sarkasi.

Songs

Lights On--Decades ago, the Vermilons, mutants with vampire-like capabilities, have become more prevalent throughout the world. Like vampires, they have an aversion to light, and while the Vermilions are still seen as superstitious nonsense by much of the public, larger cities have poured more finances into electricity, and small businesses have even splurged on bright lights to decorate their buildings to scare off the creatures.

Catch Up (Read Your Mind)--Sarkasi realizes he's a Vermilion and reveals this to Chen Xi, and they do research on what all Vermilions are capable of, with Sarkasi attempting to read her mind and find that their perspectives on her life are quite different. Deciding that he's better off turning himself in to the government, Sarkasi realizes that his sister has doubts that she's not making clear to him. He also tries to hide the fact that he no longer has a reflection or a shadow, which proves difficult.

Not Too Long--When Sarkasi considers turning himself in to the government, he discovers a rebellious Vermilion killed without warning or remorse, and hears that the government is not as sympathetic to the mutants as previously thought. He then grows anxious, now realizing that he isn't just waiting to be "fixed," but now waiting until he's caught.

Feedback--A man called Silverwood announces himself as a Vermilion, and that he will kill everyone in the city if they cannot locate the Vermilion he is looking for (though at this point, he doesn't know that it's Sarkasi; he just "feels" the power coming from a new Vermilion). He also announces that several other Vermilions have joined him due to the unfair treatment they have experienced by the govenment.

Invasion of Privacy--An ensemble number where Sarkasi's family discovers that he is a Vermilion, as well as accidentally disclosing Chen Xi's own feelings about her position in the family, revealing that he's read her mind.

Feedback (Reprise)--Sarkasi turns himself into Silverwood's clutches, unsure of what fate awaits him. As it turns out, he is dying, and seeks to transfer his consciousness into Sarkasi's, who is unique among the Vermilions, having a better resistance to sun damage, as well as his mind reading and hypnotic powers being beyond most of his kind. Of course, to succeed in this experiment means Sarkasi's death, a price Silverwood is willing to pay.

Smile at the Sun--After Chen Xi risks her life to save Sarkasi, Silverwood is left a depowered husk of what he was, while the interrupted process has left Sarkasi on the verge of losing his humanity, making him more in line with a traditional vampire. But when he sees the sunrise for what feels like much more than a few hours, he notices that he has a shadow, and he notices his reflection in the nearby water. He remembers everything he was before being a Vermilion and what he became after, and he wonders what lies in store for him now.

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gracev0609 · 2 years ago

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Sundays

Josh X Danny X Reader

Warnings: 18+ adult themes, minors DNI, polyamorous couple, m/m, f/m, a good amount of smut and a good amount of fluff. Boyfriend Josh and Danny, and Josh and Danny are boyfriends 🥹

Word Count: 1,700

@hearts-hunger GVF Halloween 🎃

You opened your eyes to find your bedroom still dark. It was gray, gloomy and cold, thankfully you were sandwiched in between two men. Your boyfriends. It had been a few weeks since starting to date both Josh and Danny, they were on break from tour and it was nice to have some normalcy again. Even in its new form.

The three of you laid in your natural states, Josh's head against your bare chest and one arm draped over the both of you, while Danny spooned you from behind. As you got your bearings you found that you could feel both men. Josh's hot length pushing into the supple flesh of your thigh,while Danny's is positioned perfectly between your legs right below your ass. You felt that ever familiar ache between your legs as you realized it was a Sunday with no foreseeable plans. Slowly you snaked your hand down in front of you to wrap your fingers around Josh's cock. You gripped him gently and softly stroked him as you simultaneously pushed your ass into Danny's hard on. You suddenly felt Danny's calloused hands grip onto your hips, pulling them close.

"Good morning beautiful," he rasped sleepily into your ear.

"Morning," you breathed back, " I want you."

Josh begins to stir, he lifts his head off of your breasts and gives you a sleepy smile as you continue to stroke him.

"What a way to wake up, damn."

Danny grabs his cock in his hand and spreads your lips, gliding himself through the wetness between your legs.

"Fuck she's so wet. You want us, huh babydoll?" His voice is still rough and gravely.

You breathed a soft, yeah, as you tilted your hips to entice Danny to enter you from behind.

His fingers gripped onto your hips as he slowly slid into you, inch by inch. You screwed your eyes shut as he stretched you out deliciously, muttering fuck under his breath.

With your eyes still closed you felt Josh shifting around on the bed in front of you before you felt the warm solid tip of his cock nudge against your bottom lip.

"Open up for me baby."

You descended down his length, gently bobbing your head in no rush to the finish line. Every movement still laced with sleep.

As Danny's thrusts become more intentional, you start sucking on Josh's length with more fervor. He gripped onto your hair and pulled you off of him.

"Slow down sweet girl, I don't want to cum yet."

Giving him time to calm down you were able to voice your enjoyment to Danny as he began fucking you harder, the angle of his hips making you feel incredibly full.

" Ah,ah ah Danny!" You moaned as he began hitting the sweet spot inside you.

Feeling like you had energy and no outlet you began going down on Josh again, taking down your throat as far as possible.

Quickly you popped off of his cock and said," I want you to fill me up."

Josh groaned and responded," Yeah baby I'll fill your pretty mouth up. I'm almost there."

"No! I want to be full of you both." You told him unashamed of the request you just made.

Once he realizes what you mean his eyes flick to Danny's over your shoulder.

"You heard her, fill her up."

Danny pulls your hips to his in time with his thrusts somehow fucking you even harder. The coil in your stomach finally snaps as he moans in your ear and you feel the glorious heat of his cum painting your insides.

He gingerly pulls his softening cock out of you. Before whispering into your hair," Lay on your back, keep it all in."

You do what you're told, and Josh gets settled in between your legs.

Watching as his impossibly hard cock twitched with anticipation, leaking precum, he grasps himself at the base and runs his tip through the mess at your entrance. He visibly shudders. Then he pushes himself all the way into you. You can feel Danny's cum seeping out all over the two of you where you're joined together.

Josh blushes and confesses," Oh, oh fuck. I uh, I like that more than I thought I would. Fuck that feels good."

Danny chuckles from beside you," Both of you, sluts for my cum."

You and Josh reply at the same time," Yeah."

You both exchange a silly grin," Fill me up Joshy."

At that he begins to find his rhythm, reveling in the feeling of the extra lubricant.

He winds his fingers through your hair and tugs enough to make it sting. Wet slapping sounds fill your bedroom.

"Fuck baby, here you go. Fuckin take it."

His mouth falls slack as his orgasm takes him, filling you up with a second hot load.

The feeling sending you over the edge for the final time this morning.

"Oh my god!"

The two of you are left panting, chests heaving. After what feels like forever Josh pulls out of you. His fingers dance on your inner thighs as he peers at his and Danny's cum between your legs.

"That's so fucking hot."

Leaning forward he captures your lips in between his in a quick but heated kiss, and then does the same for Danny.

"Easy like Sunday morning, right?"

The three of you took showers and got dressed in comfortable casual clothes.

"Fuck I'm starving, do you guys want to go to that restaurant downtown that has those really good hash browns and cocktails?" Danny asked as he fluffed his hair out from the hood of his sweatshirt.

"Yeah, that sounds like exactly what I need right now," you replied, slipping your vans onto your socked feet.

"Could we also go to the craft store after breakfast?" Josh asked the two of you.

"Halloween crafts?" You asked excitedly.

A smile adorns Josh's face," Halloween crafts."

The three of you sat on their patio seating comfortably in the cooler morning air, it was gray and the leaves were beginning to show signs of change.

You sipped on your screwdriver, plenty strong to make you tipsy on your empty stomach. Quietly you watched your boys conversate, you felt content. Your body was sore and satisfied in the best way, your mind getting fuzzy from the vodka, a Sunday for the books.

"So, when do you think the fans are going to catch on to our relationship?" Danny asked, taking a large gulp of his screwdriver.

The sounds of a straw sucking the last remnants from the glass indicating that Josh had already finished his cocktail," Soon enough I'm sure. Some probably suspect it already. I don't really give a fuck, I love the both of you and I'm not going to hide it. Hate bound by fear will unwind, and all of that."

Chiming in," If you lose them because of your relationship status then they were never a true fan anyway."

Your waitress came back to the table delivering your breakfasts and took your orders for another round of drinks.

It was the afternoon by the time the three of you made it to the local craft store, you and Josh walked through the threshold shoulder to shoulder as Danny took up the rear. You were greeted by orange and purple displays, scary ghouls, and silly ghosts.

"Oh my God, I love Halloween!" You exclaimed.

You beelined it to a display with light up ghosts on sale, grabbing one and inspecting it. Josh did the same with the display of haunted houses.

"Guys we don't need any decorations, let's go look at what we came here for." Danny said sternly, knowing that you and Josh would mess around in this part of the store for at least an hour, leaving no decoration left to look at.

Danny guided the both of you to the other part of the store with a hand on each of your backs.

"Danny we aren't children, you don't need to round us up," Josh complained.

"No, but you do call me daddy." Daniel said smugly.

Finally you found the display of Halloween crafts and activities. You and Danny decided to get a ceramic ghost and pumpkin to paint and Josh found an intricately detailed Halloween coloring book.

"I want to grab a nice set of colored pencils while we're here." Josh told you as he wandered away from the group towards the art supplies aisle.

"What, Crayola isn't good enough?"

"No, it's not. "

Josh found a nice quality set and a new sketchbook which he added to the growing pile in his hands.

You persuaded them to wander throughout the rest of the store, stating there were seasonal items throughout the building. Taking in the rich hues of orange, burgundy, yellow and gold, it ignited a sense of childlike wonder. Even as you have gotten older you still harbor a soft spot for this time of year.

Finally you made it to the front of the store and went to the checkouts.

The three of you piled your treasures on the counter which consisted of your crafts, Josh's art supplies and a scented candle you picked up.

"Your total is $76.56"

Danny dug in his pocket to retrieve his wallet as Josh held his phone to the card reader," I've got it. This was my idea anyway."

Once you get back to your apartment you lit your new candle and put on a classic Halloween movie to listen to in the background. All of you gathered at your kitchen table to work on your spooky crafts. After a while you broke out of your concentration and looked around the room, Danny's face was inches away from the ceramic ghost working on painting small details. You looked over to Josh, he had his tongue poking out in concentration, carefully coloring intricate details of the haunted house coloring sheet. You were so incredibly happy, you were sure you would remember this perfect fall Sunday for quite some time.

Fin.

#gvf #danny gvf #josh gvf #jake gvf #sam gvf #josh kiszka #danny wagner #iced chai universe #gvfhalloweenfics

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zeestarfishalien · 2 years ago

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What Lies Between Us

[DPxDC Week 2023 Day 4: Danielle “Dani” Phantom // Halfa Jason Todd AU // Heartbeat]

• Daddy Issues Ship (Danielle “Dani” Phantom/Jason Todd) Established Relationship

“Why do you like cuddling me so much?” The question flows from his lips before he can think better of it. Instead of pulling away or changing the subject, she answered his question.

“Your heart is steadier than mine. It reminds me to breathe, to be alive.”

Jason craned his neck to get a good look at Ellie’s face. She studiously doesn’t meet his eyes, instead focusing on picking at a loose thread on his shirt.

He knew she had some sort of heart issue. Hard not to notice when they often cuddle close on the couch or fall asleep on one another. He hadn’t asked details and she hadn’t given them.

This…these words are striking all the wrong chords. Still he doesn’t push. She met Tim once and Jason didn’t see her for 3 weeks after that. She sent him pictures from Tibet, all scenery and places and people but never of her. Jason learned from that experience. He saw how worried she was about his reaction when she returned. She whispered to him in the wee hours of the morning before the sky lightened into dawn about a father-like figure who took and took and took, never gave. Someone who trapped her into a role and a place, then cast her aside as soon as the better option came around.

Jason makes sure to touch her lightly and fleetingly staying soft so she doesn’t feel trapped.

So yeah, Jason doesn’t ask what she means by those oddly ominous words.

Instead he gives.

“Sometimes I feel too heavy and hardened by some of my work, but you snuggle right in like I’m soft.”

She meets his eyes now, just briefly, but she does it.

“You are soft, Jay. You keep it wrapped up safe under that hard shell so that it doesn’t disappear. You keep living.” She pauses and Jason almost says something but stops and so she continues. “I don’t know how it works…living. I’ve been faking it in some vain attempt to pretend long enough that it becomes real, but I still don’t understand. I was made not born Jay.”

Jason takes a deep even breath.

“But you’re here now, with me. That’s living.”

“It’s so much easier, more simple, to be dead but I’m not that either. I’m stuck in this void and being with you makes me feel so much and see just how far from living I am. But your heartbeat? That makes me feel alive. It makes my heart match yours and I breathe in and feel the oxygen instead of just going through the motions.”

“That seems like a bit of a contradiction.”

“It is…but so am I.”

“I’m okay with that,” he says quietly, because he is okay with it and because she feels so safe and familiar, a feeling from a time he can’t quite remember (he thinks it might be when he was dead).

Her arms snake around him tightly and she buries her face in his chest.

He softly cards his fingers through her hair. It’s rarely loose like this. She usually keeps it in a ponytail or braid of some kind.

She hums and her body hums with her as she melts into him.

“Danny wants to meet you,” she murmurs almost sleepily when she finally unburies her face.

“Okay, I can adjust my schedule if we get a date and time.”

“Danny is my biological donor,” she adds on like she’s trying to wig him out.

“Not your father-like figure, right?” Jason clarifies.

“No.” She makes a face. “He’s the one who made me from Danny. Danny didn’t even know about me until I tried to kill him.”

Jason blinks. He was not expecting this, not today during sleepy cuddles on the couch but he’s not about to stop her or interrogate her about it.

“Danny didn’t have to care but he does. He was just a kid but he cared. He tried for me. He did what little he could within the restraints of his own circumstances. He gave me freedom.”

“Then I’d be honored to meet him.” And he means it.

“He’s like you,” she continues once again not looking him in the eyes. She’s found that loose thread again to pick at. Jason isn’t sure where she’s going with this but he has suspicions. “Where I’m neither dead nor alive, Danny and you are both dead and alive.”

“I don’t…what?”

“Death doesn’t let go even if she lets you come back. There’s a part of your soul that is forever changed by your time among the dead,” she explains. If it were anyone else Jason would already be on the defensive and anger would be bubbling to the surface. He’d have to fight to keep control of his emotions.

But it’s Ellie…

And that makes all the difference. Her earnest way of dropping bombshells has him reeling but not angry.

“I,” he pauses to search for the words, “it’s not that I didn’t know that I was different when I came back but this is a whole new level. You’re sure that I’m ‘dead and alive,’ right?”

“I’m sure Jay,” she pushes herself into a sitting position using his chest so she can look him in the eyes. “You’re a halfa. An earth born halfa but a halfa all the same.”

“How do you,” he gestures vaguely, “know?”

Ellie closes her eyes as she breathes in deep. When she opens them, her eyes glow a green not dissimilar to the Lazarus pits. She makes some sort of sound of water running over stones, but not with her mouth.

There’s an echoing pang in his chest right where those feelings of familiarity reside and his whole being vibrates with the sound of a plucked guitar string. The sound somehow escapes his body (maybe because it’s not a sound).

He lets out a soft, “oh.”

“You feel it too. The familiarity and comfort of death.”

He nods.

“I would know you no matter what form you take,” she whispers.

In lieu of an answer, Jason places his hands on hers. Slowly, ever so gently he tugs them up to his lips to place a soft kiss on them. He doesn’t know what to think or what to say. It’s kind of a lot that she suddenly dumped on him but he does know one thing for sure.

“I would like to stay with you no matter what form we take.”

It takes a moment for her to process the words but then the seriousness of the moment is broken and she’s rolling her eyes and shoving her hand in his face.

“You’re such a sap,” she complains but she softens. Jason didn’t realize she had been so tense until it’s gone. She lets him push her hand away from his face.

“Hey, you started it mx. ‘I would know you no matter what form you take.’ I just went with it.”

“Ugh…you’re right. I hate when you’re right.” With those words of admittance she huffs and drops her upper body once more to snuggle into him. He’s pretty sure she wiggles around extra just to annoy him. Today. Here and now, it could never be annoying.

Bc Ellie’s behavior might be confusing. She wanted to tell Jason about herself but was scared he would reject her so she decided to just info-dump everything on him and prepare for the worst. It’s not a great way to handle that situation but she isn’t perfect.

Also the time where she met Tim… so Tim just like started prying. The boi has no sense of boundaries and you cannot convince me that he does. She panicked and ran off bc instincts and only once she calmed down did she start taking pics and sending them to Jason to see how he was going to react.

It’s hard to get all that across when we are so limited by Jason’s pov. And that’s also the point. We are missing so much information and it’s kinda fun to write that. I’ve been needing to work on it more so here we are.

#dpxdc #dcxdp #dpxdc week 2023 #Danielle Phantom x Jason Todd #DaddyIssues ship

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consistentsquash · 2 years ago

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2023 HP Fic Recs

HP Fics written and completed in 2023 which I read and loved. My recs are based on my reading + taste.

Snarry

OTP!

For I Have Found Salvation by @lumosatnight

Severus is a priest, and Harry is the parishioner who may just make him break his vows of celibacy.

Enough said. Hot, wrong, dirty. So totally Snarry!!! Also with a twist you don't see coming! Rated E. 7100 words. From Snarry AUctober Fest 2023 collection.

Snake Charmer by @perverse-idyll

Sometimes all Severus had to do was turn thirty-plus years of repressed hunger upon him, and Harry would start shaking.

They are total disaster failmarriage hotness! Feel really sorry for everybody around them. Like a lot! The opening line is giving one really bad vampire in Hunger so much for me :D :D It's like a snippet/draft from WARM my beloved! <3 3200 words. Rated T.

Devotion by @danpuff-ao3

Is there anything more undignified than needing someone so much?

26000 words. Rated E. Maximum hotness. Maximum wrongness. Maximum dirty bad delicious Snarry. This is the longest HP fic I read this year and 100% worth it!!! I am a big fan of Danni's Snarry and this fic is one of my all time fav Snarries. From Snarry-a-thon 2023 collection.

In His Bed by @givereadersahug

Jealousy flooded Harry at their familiarity with each other's bodies. Resentment at their ease in getting each other off — the passion, the eagerness, the joy. All so different from his relationship with Severus.

Harry is super Slytherin here! Using the memories in order to learn what makes Snape tick! I really loved the dirtybadhotness of this fic! 450 words. Rated E. HP Kinktober collection.

Coda to "Soft Touch" by @perverse-idyll

He'd thrown the bait. Would Snape catch it? Yes, he would, and throw it back.

Soft Touch is the Most ethical Massage Therapy fic ever :D Dirty, bad, hot, wrong. So it's incredible to get this really sweet and wholesome coda. You can see the undercurrents of the more complicated themes but also really sweet. 3300 words. Rated T. This is as fluffy as PI Snarry gets :D :D

Femslash

Nymphadora, Nymphet by @thistlecatfics

Could this woman be a relative of her mother’s?

Bellatrix/Tonks, Bellatrix/Andromeda. 20200 words. Rated E. From Women of the House of Black fest 2023 collection. Really hot, dirty, wrong on literally every single level :D Obviously I love it! The femslash Lolita fic HP fandom really really needed :D

Candles Lit Against the Dark by @perverse-idyll

Wilhelmina Grubbly-Plank/Minerva McGonagall. 13600 words. Rated G. My favorite fic of 2023. From Snapecase 2023 fest collection. Beautiful, beautiful fic which is kind of my personal epilogue for the books at this point. Lost count of rereads. It's packed with beautiful friendships, people focusing on the sweet instead of the bitter, people moving on together, people forgiving each other. It's an incredible fic with perfect execution on some classic tropes like matchmaking and friends who are going to help you whether or not you asked for it. Also some not so classic tropes like celebrating a female character's life/happiness/love being the center of a rich fic. Ultimately this is Minerva McGonagall's fic and I am so here for it.

Once of Eden by eldritcher.

Lily/Eileen. 2000 words. Rated M. Poignant and super sharp character study of Lily. Lots of storms inside her head about her family/war/Petunia/Snape. This is right before her marriage but she has this feeling she doesn't fit into that life and she doesn't want to let go of her past. Like a lot of us, she's also seeing her past/childhood through these nostalgic glasses but at the same time she's also noticing adults in her life and has this bittersweet feeling that she's an adult now/making adult choices now. Serious Catcher in the Rye vibes. This fic has the Lily for me. Really like Harry, really Gryffindor. It's a really beautiful, sensitive, unique, powerfully human fic.

Leather by @saintsenara

Tonks/Fleur, Tonks/Charlie, Tonks/Remus, Tonks/OFC. 2900 words. Legit character studies of bi characters are super rare in our fandom. I don't really go for self-discovery type fics but this one is whoa! Love, love, love and highly recommend this one. It's out and proud and amazing. <3 From Ladies of HP Fest Collection.

Rare slash

Rare as in the only fic on AO3 for the pairing :D

The Ice Cream Man and the Potions Master by @squibstress

Florean Fortescue/Snape. 9000 words. Rated G. From Hoggywartyxmas 2022 fest collection. This is definitely my fav slash fic of the year <3 I feel like a lot of times especially with OTPs the preslash part is kind of assumed to happen in the background. This fic does an incredibly amazing job of setting up the preslash and it's just ultra convincing. New Snape ship dropped <3

Gen

Yeah, I read gen! Tbh I don't except when a character study fic or an author's writing style really grabs me :D

October by @ashesandhackles

Insanely amazing character studies. Rated G. The Barty Crouch Jr. character study, Disappointing Fathers, is probably my all time fav genfic with him. I came out of this super sympathetic for Barty which is something that never happened to me before. So well written and brilliantly characterized.

Womb by eldritcher

3000 words. Rated M. Phineas Nigellus Black character study with a beautiful friendship with Snape. Dark and intense but the fic has my fav Snape resurrection of all time <3 From Snapecase 2023 fest collection.

Birds of Paradise by eldritcher

2700 words. Rated G. Fawkes character study with a beautiful friendship with Albus Dumbledore. Really beautiful, ethereal fic. eldritcher can write non-human characters with their own "type" of emotional connect. Normally they use this superpower for writing interspecies :D But this is a beautiful gen fic. From Pandemic, my most beloved. Obviously each and every eldritcher fic has a really special place in my heart but Pandemic is just insanely generous giving something special at the right time when it was needed and it made a huge difference for me personally. Love and anarchy, always!

The Octaves and the Circumsion of Our Lord by eldritcher

The Dark Lord is circumcised. Nobody knows how everybody knows, but everybody knows.

2300 words. Rated M. Regulus Black character study with a beautiful friendship with Kreacher. Dark and intense fic about Regulus getting radicalized but also showing how he actually buys into those beliefs. Normally I avoid Regulus fics because the characterizations just don't work for me. This is exactly how I imagine Canon Regulus.

Al Najid by eldritcher

She has come here to make an example of this woman for the son to find. Snape should know that betrayal comes with consequences.

2800 words. Rated M. Bellatrix Black character study set just before she tortures the Longbottoms. A complicated situationship with Eileen. Dark and hot mess Black family fic.

Het

Oof. Literally zero reason to trust my hetfic recs but you got to trust me :D These fics are amazing!

Ariadne by @ashesandhackles

Surrealistic, beautiful character study of Cho. It's got Harry/Cho, Cedric/Cho for pairings but this is 100% her fic. 1100 words. Rated G.

Exploring Cho's feelings for Harry in wake of her grief for Cedric's death, with symbolism from myth of Ariadne, Theseus and the Minotaur

Four Christmases Pomona Sprout Loved and One She Hated by @kellychambliss.

Aberforth/Pomona. 6800 words. Rated T. This fic keeps it real. I really felt her pain because when you are an adult making new friends is super hard! The BEST Aberforth Dumbledore Snarkiest!!!! <3 I am a big fan of how this author writes The Abe D! Actually I am a big fan of this author. FAVE! <3 A lot of times rarepairs can feel kind of hard to believe because the characters don't have canon time together. You are totally going to be convinced. ALSO BANTER. I love relationship progression with banter. Things get bittersweet because of the war but it's got a really beautiful earned happy ending <3 My fav het fic of the year. Best fic to end this list :D

#fic recs #hp fic recs #hp #hp fandom fic recs #squash recs #2023 fic recs #2023 hp fandom fic recs #2023 fics of the year list #recs #2023 hp fandom squash's ao3 wrapped #sorry spotify ao3 is more important for me

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 1 year ago

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Above Snakes

Part 7! The final!! Thank you for everyone who followed along with this one, it got a little bit rough there but I promise it’s a somewhat happy ending.

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash for the besties

Warnings and tags: 18+ only!! This is not for the minors! Adult content including: talk of death and murder, extreme sadness and loss of loved ones, talk of affairs, just a little bit of smut including: kissing, groping, strong suggestive talk, cowboy AU

Word count: 5.2k

“Jesus Christ what the hell is going on here?” Josh disappointedly asked Sam as he arrived at the sheriff’s station with the lawyer to save the day.

“I don’t know I came to see Danny and Jake just went awol” Sam picked at the corners of a napkin he’d grabbed and started twisting in his hands to occupy himself as he waited patiently for the back up.

Sam's eyes flicked over to the two who had been sharing the sitting area with him, now standing by the office Tom had retreated back into after Jake was hauled away. Josh followed his gaze, immediately recognizing the pair as Sam had as the Johnson’s- Suzy’s parents.

“What are they doing here?” Josh lowered his voice to a whisper. He could already feel the near dozen set of eyes that had been staring at him since he arrived, everyone at the station on edge since Jake’s little show earlier.

Sam shrugged, glancing back down to his napkin that he was now tearing small pieces off of and rolling into tiny balls in his fingers before releasing them onto his jean clad thigh and tearing another piece. He had a bad feeling seeing them here, maybe Jake had spoken to them and something they’d said had set him off? Not that Jake needed any reason to want to punch Tommy McVain in the face other than stealing his girl.

“You two. Come with me” an officer approached them and turned to guide them through the station towards the back room where, in Sam’s experience at least, the releases took place. On the way they passed the office and Josh stopped to ask the Johnson’s if everything was okay. He was never as familiar with them as Jake had gotten during high school, but he had been invited along to a few dinners when Jake and Suzy were dating so it wasn’t like he was a stranger. Not that anyone here was a stranger except for maybe Danny who had looked so helpless inside that cell…

Though Sam wanted to stay and hear what they talked about, he was more eager to see why the officer had called them over. Maybe the lawyer had worked his magic and gotten Danny out already- that was more than hopeful thinking.

When he rounded the corner instead of Danny waiting for him in the old plastic chair at the end of the release desk, Jake sat with his fingers laced together in his lap and his eyes glazed over as he stared out the window.

“Kiszka?” The office manning the desk asked and Sam wasn’t sure if he was referring to him or Jake who didn’t even look up at the call of his surname.

“Yeah, that’s us” Sam cleared his throat and approached the desk.

“Sign here and here” the officer flopped a packet of papers down and shoved a pen in his hand. Sam attempted to read what he was signing but the words only jumbled up on the paper. Why was he doing this? Where was Josh?

He knew after he signed the papers they’d let Jake go with a warning or maybe a citation. Or at least that’s what they’d done before when it was him sitting in that same orange chair and it was his parents standing here signing instead.

Finally he got his hand to move, scribbling his name across the places marked out for him and the officer took the packet back. “Don’t want to see any of you causing trouble round here again. You’re lucky sheriff McVain didn’t want to press any charges”.

“Right” Sam nodded, standing there awkwardly and waiting to see if there was anything else he needed to do.

“Well go on, get him out of here” the officer grumbled, turning back to his old chunky desktop computer that probably hadn’t been changed out since the remodel that was done in like 2007.

“Umm, what about Daniel Wagner?” Sam peeped up.

“What bout him?”

“Will he be getting released soon?” It was a dumb question he knew, but he really felt shitty about leaving if Danny was still here.

“He won’t be going anywhere any time soon” the officer snarked, making Sam’s cheeks flush hot with irritation. This is exactly why he didn’t want to leave, everyone was already treating Danny like he was some low life criminal just because they didn’t know him.

“Sammy” Josh called before he could mouth off to the officer and risk getting thrown into a cell next. “I’m going to take Jake back to my place. He doesn’t need to be alone right now”.

“What’s going on Josh?” Sam asked, looking back over at Jake who hadn’t moved an inch. He didn’t even look like he was breathing and it was starting to freak him out more than he already was.

“It’s Suzy” Josh replied, continuing to keep his voice down so hopefully Jake wouldn’t hear him. “She’s dead Sam. She’s the girl they found in Danny’s hotel room this morning”.

Sam’s head started spinning. What the fuck happened last night? He never wanted Danny to go on this trip with Jake in the first place, but he couldn’t have even imagined the amount of shit they would actually get in.

“Fuck, so that’s why he looks like that?”

Josh looked over Sam’s shoulder quickly with a cringe and a furrow of his brows and nodded. “I’m going to try to talk to him. See if he knows why she was at that motel. Will you do me a favor? Just take Jake’s truck back to the ranch and take care of yourself for tonight ok? We will regroup in the morning and figure out our next steps”.

“I don’t know Josh…” Sam hesitated, “what about Danny?”

Josh reached a hand up and placed it on his baby brother's shoulder, “don’t worry, he’s got the lawyer here with him he won’t be alone. Just give it a bit more time and I’m sure we will hear something”.

With that he left Sam, moving past him to help his twin out of the chair who after he finally snapped back to reality and realized who it was buried his face into Josh’s chest and crumbled apart. Josh without a second of hesitation wrapped his arms around Jake’s trembling shoulders and ushered him out the door.

Sam waited around for a minute longer, still trying to decide if he was comfortable with leaving. The officer behind the desk watched him out of the corner of his eye- like Sam was really capable of doing anything right now. His brain was fried, and his limbs buzzed with anxiety making him feel more exhausted than he usually would be. He ultimately decided after nothing changed in the now quiet station that even if he did stay they’d be kicking him out at closing anyways.

Going home and trying to get some rest did sound like the best option. Whether he would even get a bit of shut-eye was still up for debate, but he was sure that first thing in the morning he’d be right back here.

“Jake” Josh spoke softly as he crawled next to the hollow form that lay limply underneath the sheet in his bed. It had been a while since Jake finally stopped crying, and Josh had tried and failed to get him to eat something. “Are you going to tell me what happened?” He knew Jake had always still held feelings for Suzy, even before they came back home, but he didn’t realize it was this bad.

“Come on Jakey, you’re scaring me”.

Despite his current state, Jake registered the significance of Josh’s use of his childhood nickname- the pure concern lacing his voice. He rolled over in the bed and Josh got a good look at him for the first time since they’d been home. Eyes red and irritated, still full of unshed tears on the waterline. His nose was also red, rubbed raw from wiping it on the sleeve of his flannel. “God, you look like shit”.

“I feel like shit” Jake croaked, his throat dry and irritated. Josh reached over and grabbed the cup of tea he’d brought in earlier, giving Jake a look that said if you don’t drink this now I’ll force it down your throat. Jake sat up slowly and took the cup in his hands. It wasn’t warm any longer, but the herbal smell and slightly sweet taste did leave it still bearable. After a few drinks he set the tea back down, Josh watching him intently the entire time and waiting patiently for Jake to be ready to talk.

“I loved her” Jake spoke a little more clearly now.

“I know you did” Josh grabbed one of Jake’s hands and pulled it into his lap, trying to both visually and physically show him that he was here for him.

“No Josh, like we were in love” he added, drawing in a shuddering breath before continuing. “She was going to leave her husband and we were going to move away together. Fuck I was trying to buy us a house. That’s what I was doing yesterday”.

It felt like a weight off his shoulders to finally confide in his brother about what his plans were, though the absence of that secret only left him feeling even more empty inside. He was supposed to be excited when he revealed his big plans- plans that he now realized were no longer going to come into fruition.

“Jesus Jake” Josh sighed, but he squeezed the hand in his lap too. “You guys were having an affair? How long was that going on?”

“Since the end of last summer”.

That checked out in Josh’s mind. There for a while in the past he’d gotten pretty concerned for Jake’s well being. Jake was holding up his end of the deal and keeping himself sufficiently busy with work around the ranch while they were getting their start. On the other hand, nearly every night he was getting drunk and not even like trying to have a good time drunk- the shit face don’t want to remember this in the morning kind of drunk.

Poor Sammy had gotten the worst end of that era of Jake because after he’d get stupid enough to black out he’d always find his way over to Sam’s house to crash. He and Sam had gotten into a few fights over that, but ultimately Sam had just given in and tried his best to ignore him when Jake would show up at his doorstep plastered beyond any resemblance of himself.

Jake hadn’t acted that way in a long time though. About eight months if Josh had his math right- the end of last summer. Jake never talked about it much, only admitting that he wound up at Sam’s because he didn’t want to see Josh disappointed in him.

Now Josh was starting to put two and two together. Jake only ever pulled out of his slump because he started seeing Suzy again- and now she was dead.

“So she was with you last night?” Josh questioned, still trying to figure this all out.

“Yeah” Jake’s chest began to heave again as he raked his fingers through his messy hair. “It’s all my fault Josh. I asked her to come meet me. Fucking Tom must’ve found out and I don’t know… done something to her”. That last part came out in a whisper, because he’d been trying this entire time to not think about what Tom would do to her if he ever found out.

“It’s not your fault Jake. It was a bad situation for you guys to be in, but you didn’t do this to her”. Josh’s jaw tightened as he did picture what Tommy McVain had done to his wife. Her parents had told him at the station.

He strangled her. His hands wrapped so tightly around her neck it had made deep purple intentions on her body that her parents had to look at when they finally got to see her. It was vile. A crime of passion, and he couldn’t believe Danny was really being put to blame for it.

“Try to get some sleep” Josh gave his brother his hand back and moved around the bed to collect his half empty cup. “I’m going to make some more. I’ll be right back”.

“Josh?” Jake whispered as he settled down onto his back, pulling the sheet up under his chin. “Thank you. I don’t think I could get through this without you”.

“I love you Jake” Josh responded, his heart aching in tandem with his other half.

Jake closed his eyes and Josh waited until he was back in the kitchen to pull his phone out. It was late, but now that he had some more information he needed to make this call. The lawyer needed to hear this as soon as possible if they had any chance of saving Danny.

After a couple of hours of sitting at the station the next morning waiting around to see Danny again, Sam left his number with the front desk in case there was any news while he went out to grab some lunch. Even in town there weren't many options for grabbing a quick bite to eat. Chelsea’s diner was his go to place but he just didn’t feel comfortable going there when he knew Suzy wouldn’t be there to greet him with a smile and smart crack back at him. Honestly, that diner would never be the same without her.

As Sam drove around aimlessly, tired out of his mind and unfocused despite his best efforts at rest last night, he somehow found his way to the neighborhood where he knew Danny’s grandparents lived. What day was it anyways? Wednesday if he recalled right- though even that was questionable after the past couple of days he’d had.

Normally Danny would be visiting today. Did they even know that he wouldn’t be coming? Not that they would really be able to tell the difference, Sam still felt an obligation to check in on them for him.

He noted the empty pots of dried up flowers as he approached the front porch solo this time. It was a detail he hadn’t picked up on during his first visit because he’d been so nervous. Now he took his time as he walked, gathering up the strength to put on a smiling face.

“Sam right?” The same home nurse as before answered the door after his knock, “where’s Danny?”

“I’m sorry, he’s a little occupied right now. I hope you don’t mind if I’m here in his place”.

“Of course!” Sarahbeth exclaimed and stepped aside to allow Sam entry into the house. “I’ve already got them at the table, just head back on to the kitchen”.

Sam could feel his hands shaking as he tried to remember his way through the house. It wasn’t too large, but it was an old build with lots of little rooms and it was filled with decades of furniture and decor that got you turned around easily. When he arrived in the right spot Danny’s grandma didn’t register his presence.

“Hi Mrs. Wagner, Mr. Wagner” Sam spoke up softly to not startle them. He got an acknowledgement and a couple of soft smiles, but neither seemed very alert today. Was this what Danny normally walked into?

“Danny’s friend Sam came to visit today. Isn’t that nice?” Sarabeth took over the conversation and waved a hand for him to take a seat as she prepared plates. She didn’t seem phased by their lack of communication which only further confirmed this was the usual.

“How are you feeling today?” Sam took the same seat as he had the first time he was here, hoping the repetition would jog some memories.

“I’ve had better days deary” Mrs. Wagner finally managed to reply though it wasn’t directly to Sam, more like she just spoke to herself.

“I’m sorry to hear that. I’m not having the best day myself” Sam was honest, there was no reason for him not to be if they weren’t going to remember this visit at all.

“What’s got you bothered?” Sarabeth questioned instead, sounding genuinely concerned for this person she hardly even knew.

“It’s Danny-” Sam choked out, his throat swelling and his voice rising in pitch.

“Is everything okay?” She set the plates in her hands down quickly, expecting the worst news considering the line of work he was in wasn’t exactly the safest.

Sam debated how much he should be telling her. Knowing Danny he probably didn’t want to be painted in a bad light to his family, even just the kind girl who was taking care of them, but his emotions were getting the best of him and he needed a release. “He’s fine physically, he’s being detained at the sheriff’s station pending an investigation. I was just there this morning but they haven’t let me see him”.

“An investigation?! Whatever for?”

“It’s stupid, he’s totally innocent. My brothers are working with their lawyer to get him cleared of the charges as soon as possible and I plan to be there when they let him out”.

“Oh my god, I can’t believe this” she turned around again to pull some glasses from the cabinet, filling them with water and offering one to Sam. “I can’t believe this, we had no idea”.

“I’m sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I didn’t want you sitting around and wondering why he didn’t show up”.

“No no, you’re perfectly fine dropping in any time you want, for any reason” Sarabeth seemed to suddenly remember lunch was getting cold, and quickly finished setting the table. “Here, eat something before you go back”.

Sam smiled weakly, thanking her for her hospitality and tried to eat as much as he could as he attempted more polite conversation.

“I really wish I could accompany you to the station, but as you can see I can’t really leave these two alone for very long” Sarabeth said to Sam as she walked him back to the door.

“I’ll call with any updates” he assured her, gripping the keys to Jake’s truck he was still driving in his hand so tight that the ridged cut outs were digging into the skin of his palm. “I hope I didn’t upset them with my bad mood”.

“Oh they’re fine. Part of me is a little relieved Danny couldn’t make it today. This is the worst they’ve been in a while, it’s such a turn around from last time. He puts on a strong front, but I know it still gets to him”.

“Yeah…” Sam trailed off, thinking about the last visit and how dispirited Danny had gotten even when they’d had a good day. “Anyways, thanks for lunch”. They exchanged goodbyes and he hopped back into the truck.

When Sam reached the sheriff's station again he was met with an explosion of news vans ranging from the next county over all the way to the city.

“Sam! Where the fuck have you been?!” Josh hollered to get his attention after he parked across the street again. “I’ve been calling you”.

Sam pulled out his phone and realized he had it on silence, and what do you know there were five missed calls from J-boss (the contact name he’d stored Josh’s number under).

“What’s happening? Why is all this here?” Sam’s eyes darted around searching through reporters and their counterparts carrying heavy video equipment.

“The lawyer called me about half an hour ago. He said the questioning was going well. They don’t have any evidence to keep Danny in custody any longer-”

“So he’s being released?!” Sam cut him off excitedly, nearly jumping around his brother and running up to the doors to see for himself.

“Wait!” Josh caught him with both hands on his shoulders to hold him in place, “Jake told me last night he was having an affair with Suzy. We think Tom found out and tried to frame someone else after he realized what he did. He’s being taken in now that’s what all the commotion is about”.

“What the fuck” Sam let out an exasperated sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. “How could he do that?”

“He’s a sick fuck. How else could someone kill anybody?” Josh replied before Sam quickly corrected him.

“No, Jake! How could he be seeing Suzy like that knowing her husband was a grade A asshole? And then to put Danny in the line of fire?”

“Sam he loved her. What else was he supposed to do, just let her continue her life in a miserable marriage? You of all people know how depressed and messed up Jake was when he wasn’t with her. There’s no way he could have known Tom would actually go this far”.

Sam’s lips flattened into a harsh line as he bit back everything else he had to say, knowing that in the heat of the moment he tended to speak out of line. “I hope they put him away for a long fuckin time” he managed after some more reflection and coming to grips with who was actually at fault here.

“Me too” Josh let his hands fall back to his sides. It was a fucked up thing to happen regardless- even without Danny getting roped up in the mess.

“So what now?” Sam asked, glad he had someone else here with him now. “Where’s Jake?”

“He’s still at my place. Sleeping finally. He doesn’t need to be here anyways he’d just get himself into more trouble” Josh moved to stand next to Sam, crossing his arms over his chest and watching all the buzz. “All we can do now is wait”.

“Have you decided if you’re coming or not?” Sam turned to Danny, whom he’d made try on a pair of his own black slacks since Danny hadn’t brought something that nice to wear when packing to come live on a ranch. Even Sam’s pants were still a little too short on him, but they fit well enough.

“I don’t know… I feel like I’m unwelcome after everything that happened” Danny replied, tucking in the shirt Sam had also pulled from his closet. At least his own black boots would match the ensemble of borrowed clothes

“After they falsely accused you of a crime you didn’t commit? They can get over it” Sam groaned from inside the bathroom where he was making one last effort to wet his hair and make sure he didn’t have any frizz. “God I can’t believe that scumbag ever thought he could get away with putting the blame on someone else”.

“Sam” Danny spoke softly, and he watched through the mirror in front of him as the gentlest most endearing man he’d ever met came up from behind him and wrapped his arms around his waist.

Sam leaned into his touch, letting his head fall back on Danny’s chest and in turn he placed his chin on Sam’s shoulder.

It had only been a few days since Danny was released, so tension had still been high as they waited around to see what came next. Official charges were pressed against Tommy McVain by the state, and he’d been taken into custody pending a trial. Now all that was left to do was attend this funeral and hopefully finally put some minds to ease once they got to say their goodbyes.

“I don’t want to go alone” Sam muttered, bringing his hands up around his neck and digging his fingers into the tops of his shoulders, secretly wishing Danny was giving another massage.

“You won’t be” Danny replied, just as quietly as Sam spoke.

“Josh is already so focused on keeping Jake put together, and I can already tell Jake is about one misstep and a single comment away from spiraling out of control again. I didn’t know Suzy’s friends and family like they did. So yes I will be alone”.

Danny used his grip on Sam’s waist to turn him around to face him, then brought his hands against each cheek, “Then why are you going?”

“Because I loved Suzy too” Sam confessed. Not like Jake loved her, no there was something deep rooted there- a childhood love that never stood a chance of being snuffed out.

Suzy never put up with Sam’s shit. She held herself to a higher standard than this small town ever afforded her, and she had been waiting for the day Jake was going to whisk her away. He knew Jake wasn’t only mourning the loss of her, but the loss of the life they had planned together.

“I just need you there. I need you there for me”. Sam didn’t care how selfish that sounded. Regardless of what anybody still thought about Danny’s involvement, he needed to be there to show everyone that he was a member of this community now and he deserved to be there just as much as Sam did.

Danny quietly leaned in and placed a tender kiss against Sam’s lips, just enough pressure to make Sam’s eyes momentarily flutter closed. “That’s all you needed to say”.

Jake had always looked good in black Sam thought. Though on this particular occasion he looked the worst he’d ever seen him in his life. He couldn’t blame him anymore, couldn’t even imagine what he must be going through right now. The grief hidden behind stone cold eyes, the anger bubbling just under the surface… the unavoidable guilt.

They sat in the last pew of the church they attended as children. Sam had to admit he hadn’t been back in years, but at some point growing up he’d felt like it wasn’t necessarily a place for him any longer. Not that he wasn’t a spiritual person, he and his brothers had been raised to believe that there was grace in everything all around you- not just tucked behind the doors of a church you were obligated to visit every Sunday. Half of the time here was spent socializing rather than sending your praises to the Lord anyways. Now here they were all back here sitting side by side singing hymnals from the same dusty books with broken spines they had before.

Sam thought Jake was being a little bit ridiculous by wearing his sunglasses inside. At least until Mr. Johnson got up behind the pulpit to share a few words. He watched, disassociating from everything else that was happening around him as Jake curled a finger underneath one of the lenses to clear his waterline and Sam got a brief look at how bloodshot his eyes were.

His heart clenched in his chest and he reached over to pull Danny’s hand into his lap, letting it come to rest comfortingly on his thigh. He didn’t care if anyone noticed; after going through the stress of not knowing what would happen to him, and seeing the lingering sadness in Jake who had truly lost his lover once and for all, he wasn’t going to let Danny go so easily anymore.

It seemed to be that the only one paying him any attention though was Josh, who glanced down at their subtle display of affection and back up to meet Sam’s eyes staring back at him. All Josh had to do was smile softly and Sam knew they were going to be okay. They were all going to make it through this one way or another, but no matter what it would be together.

“I saw Jake was back at work today” Danny broke the silence that had settled between them as they sat together in the grass just enjoying the beautiful weather for once. Danny leaned up against a tree that offered them a parasol of shade from the beating rays up above, his eyes closed in content satisfaction.

Sam sat next to him. His legs were thrown over Danny’s lap while the large sun-kissed hands of someone who constantly worked outside mindlessly explored his thighs, squeezing and caressing the fleshy bits that lay hidden under old grease stained jeans. He hummed his response, his mind and fingers busy plucking tiny purple flowers from the ground and sticking their stems into the umber ringlets before him.

“How long do you think we have before he starts barking orders at us again?” Danny questioned light heartedly. Truthfully, he was glad to see him here.

“Oh, I’m sure he’s already cussing up a storm trying to figure out where we are” Sam replied, admiring his work of about a dozen wild flowers dotting Danny’s hair.

“Well, guess we’d better get back over there then”. Danny started to move Sam’s legs off of him, but before he could attempt standing up Sam was already back in his lap- this time chest to chest.

“I’m not ready yet” Sam opposed. He didn’t even have to assert his dispute for very long either, because as soon as his lips met Danny’s, arms came circling around to hold him tightly in place.

Sam didn’t pay any mind to the new grass stains that would surely show on his jeans now too as he spread his knees wider, making Danny gasp and hiss at the friction Sam’s moments caused. “You know I never did get a chance to tell you what my safe word is going to be”. He whispered into Danny’s ear teasingly.

“Oh?” Danny’s voice turned up at the end of his response, paired with one of his hands slipping down to grab at Sam’s ass and keep him moving on top of him.

“It’s time”.

“Time?” That he didn’t expect, and he took a few moments to rake through his clouded brain to try and solve Sam’s little puzzle, ultimately coming up empty handed. “Ok, what does it mean?”

Sam snickered into his ear now, “I don’t think I’ll ever have to use it”. His confidence was unparalleled, but Danny had learned to not expect any less from Sam by this point. “Unless you think you can last more than eight seconds?”

The reference finally clicked in Danny’s head. Sam was referring to rodeo bull riding and when they called time. It was clever he had to admit, and a little cheeky, just like Sam.

Before things could get any more heated, Sam pulled back, his voice returning to a more serious tone. “Rodeo is comin’ in just a couple of weeks. You still going to do it?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t had much practice” Danny sighed. He was certainly still interested, but after all that had happened and with Jake being gone for so long they had been too busy to sneak away. Today was the first afternoon they had cut themselves some slack and he was enjoying spending this time with Sam in his lap rather than being knocked into the dirt.

“We will practice. You should go and I’m comin’ along to watch too”.

“Yeah?” Danny tightened his grip on Sam’s ass again, sending him back into his chest with a giggle. “You going to be my buckle bunny?” He took his turn to tease now, nipping at Sam’s neck making him laugh louder and try to push away.

“You wish!” Sam exclaimed, a sinful smile playing across his face. “I just want to see if you’re as good at riding as I am”.

“No one is as good as you are Sam, not ever” Danny finally let him go but quickly placed one more kiss to Sam’s cheek before he got up.

“Well, why don’t we test that once more tonight?”

#Greta van fic #greta van fleet #Sam Kiszka #Danny Wagner #sanny gvf #gvf

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