#/Danny appreciates a good set of hair <3

[detectivexsergeantxwilliams]

@hiddenxshadowsx​ 

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It wasn’t their first case that dealt with drugs being either at the core or a strong element. Being on an island, with things getting imported all of the time, made the drug game a real hurricane at times. 

This latest case, however, revolved around the network of distribution. That’s where his team was meeting dead ends. No one was really willing to talk to them, which was understandable. And those who did...didn’t have much of what they were looking for.  

Danny tried asking Toast, but that was a dead end too. But Danny still had one more ace up his sleeve. 

He decided to go on his own, and in his civvies, to improve his chances of getting the info he needed. 

“You know, initially I came here to ask you a few serious questions in regards to help me in my work. But I honestly want to start this conversation off asking what your conditioning routine is that can keep your hair from looking like a rat’s nest in this humidity. Cos it’s still as impressive as the first time I saw it.” 

#Danny x Eddie | hiddenxshadowsx #/hope it's okay! #/Danny appreciates a good set of hair <3

[gtbutterfly]

Jen and Gabby: chapter four

the fourth chapter of my GT story. Jen and Tim finally go to find Gabby. I hope you enjoy it! criticism is appreciated.

CW: dehumanization towards tinies, squeezing, a human is poked with a needle, and a borrower is kicked and knocked unconscious, (it was originally more violent, but I ended up changing it since I thought it wasn't good for the story,)

heres chapter 1

heres chapter 3

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It was a little after midday, and the sun which usually would have shined through the windows was blocked by the gray clouds outside. Gabby was on a dresser in Sara's room, looking outside one of these windows. She was thinking about Jen. She could still feel the presence of Sara looming massively behind her. Gabby didn’t know if Jen would approve of her getting help from Sara. Jen seemed never to need anyone's help, especially not a humans. Jen was so strong and brave, and there was nothing Gabby wanted other than to be as brave as her sister was, except to be with her again. Sara gently rubbed the tiny girl's back with her finger, causing her to flinch and turn around towards the giant human. 

“Oh, uh, sorry, I didn’t mean to startle you with that,” Sara said,

“It’s ok,” Gabby said softly, “You can keep doing it,” Gabby turned back around to the window, staring out at the grass and dark clouds outside. Sara resumed gently rubbing the young tiny’s back to comfort her.

“So, you alright?” Sara asked. Gabby shrugged.

“I’m worried about Jen. what if I never see her again?” Gabby said, looking down.

“Oh, I’m sure you will.” Sara said softly,  “I bet you’re sisters out looking for you right as we speak,”

“But what if something happens to her?” Gabby asked, “What if something happens to me before she finds me?”

“I won’t let anything happen to you,” Sara said. Gabby turned towards the human again.

“You promise?”

“Yes, I’ll take care of you until you see her again, I promise,” Sara said. Gabby softly smiled at the human, still afraid but hopeful.

“Thank you for not hurting me, Ms. Sara,” Gabby said.

“You’re welcome, and it's just Sara, by the way,” Sara smiled at her.

“Oh, sorry,” Gabby looked down, “so, um, where will you be keeping me?”

“I’ll have to find a place somewhere in this room, so no one else will find you, especially not Danny,” Sara said. 

“um…Ms. Sara…sorry, I mean... Sara?” Gabby said, worried about the human getting mad at her for getting her name wrong.

“What is it?” Sara asked.

“um…I know you said not to worry about it, but um…why does Danny want to show me to your father?” Gabby asked sheepishly.

“Oh, it's nothing,” Sara said, trying to think of a way to sugarcoat the answer. “Our dad does science stuff with animals, and medicine and stuff. He probably wants him to study you or whatever,” Gabby didn’t understand most of those words. She tilted her head at Sara.

“Study? What do you mean?” Gabby asked.

“Don’t worry about it, you don’t have to be scared.” Sara said, not realizing Gabby's confusion. “There's no way Dad would do anything to hurt you, you're basically a tiny human, a kid no less.”

“Oh, ok,” Gabby said, still not quite understanding. She momentarily thought about Sara's words and asked, “What do you mean a tiny human?”

“Well, I mean, look at you,” Sara gestured to the tiny’s body. “You have hair on your head, and human-like skin, and you walk on two legs, and you talk, and show emotion, you’re practically the same species that I am, just three inches tall.” 

“Well, Jen and the other adult borrowers say that we and humans are different species and that you would…hurt us,” Gabby said, a bit worried at Sara taking offense to that.

“I mean, I guess there are plenty of bad humans that would hurt people like you, just like there are plenty of bad humans that hurt each other,” Sara said, “but I’m sure it's not all of us, at least I know I wouldn’t hurt you, not intentionally.”

“Um…ok,” Gabby looked down. “Um, Sara?”

“What is it, Gabby?” Sara asked.

“...I miss Jen,” Gabby admitted. “She's so brave and I’m…not. Normally she could be brave for both of us, but… we’ve never been apart before.”

“Oh,” Sara looked at Gabby sympathetically. “It’s ok, you’ll see her again,”

“You promise?” Gabby asked, her eyes slightly wet. Sara gulped. She didn’t want Gabby to be disappointed if she ended up being wrong.

“I’m sure of it. And hey, maybe I can be your temporary sister until you two get back together if that’s ok with you. Is it?” Sara said, looking at Gabby kneeling to her eye level, her head resting on the dresser. Gabby looked down and thought for a second, before looking at the human and smiling. 

“That would be great, thank you,” Gabby said, before hesitantly approaching Sara's head on the dresser. Before Sara could say anything, Gabby hugged her cheek. Sara smiled silently before picking her up and hugging her back.

Jen and Tim traversed the human house carefully and quickly, running from hiding spot to hiding spot. They had to be on high alert not to be caught. It seemed full of every human Jen saw in the portrait on the wall earlier. They saw the adult human in the living room while they hid under a couch. He was smoking and reading a newspaper while the television was turned on. They ran from under the couch down the hall to the dining room, where they hid under the table. Jen peered under the tablecloth to see when the coast would be clear. She saw the human with black hair with purple tips walk past in the distance holding something, it looked like a plate of strawberries, but Jen couldn’t tell from so far away. Still, the sight of strawberries only made Jen more determined to find her sister, knowing it was her favorite food. 

“What is it?” Tim asked Jen.

“Shhh,” Jen shushed him before answering, “It's a teenage human girl, she's holding strawberries I think,”

“Do you think they’re for Gabby?” Tim asked.

“They’re holding her captive, why would they be feeding her her favorite food?” Jen said.

“Yeah, right,” Tim said, before peering out the cloth with Jen. When the coast was clear, the two borrowers ran from under the table and entered the kitchen. Jen looked at the other side of the kitchen and saw a human boy standing at the sink. Jen frantically looked around and hid behind a broomstick leaning on the wall. It was a risky hiding place, since if any human looked behind or moved the broomstick, they would find her, so Jen knew she had to move fast. Tim came into the kitchen after Jen. he managed to open a cabinet door and climb inside it just as another human entered the room, just barely missing him. Jen watched the human walk past the broomstick, holding her breath. It was an adult woman with blonde hair, probably the mother of the family. She opened the refrigerator and looked inside it before closing it and facing the human child standing at the sink.

“Do we not have any milk?” Jen heard the woman ask.

“Nah, we used it this morning on the cereal.” The human boy said. 

“Ugh, I need milk to make my pudding for tonight.” The woman sighed, “I’m gonna go get some, you finish doing the dishes and then clean your room, ok Danny?” 

“Why do I have to clean my room?” the boy asked.

“Because it's a mess,” the woman said,

“ugh, “ The child groaned, “Fine,”

“See you later honey, love you,” the woman said, before leaving the kitchen. Tim peered out of the cabinet and looked around, spotting Jen behind the bristles of the broom. He waved at her to come to him. Jen, after looking around to see if the coast was clear, sprinted across the kitchen floor and hid in the cabinet with Tim.

“Phew, that was close,” Jen said softly.

“Yeah, you almost got seen,” Tim whispered back.

“That kid, at the sink,” Jen said, “that's the brat that kidnapped Gabby. I bet he knows where she is.”

“No way, he is?” Tim asked, peering out the cabinet at the child. 

“Yeah. the kid that woman called ‘Danny’. That's probably his name.” Jen whispered.

“So, what's the plan? Should we interrogate him?” Tim asked. “Good cop/Bad cop?”

“What?” Jen said, confused.

“Oh yeah, you don’t watch TV shows as I do,” said Tim, “y’know, you threaten him with your needle, and I’ll be nice to him,”

“That's the dumbest idea I’ve ever heard,” Jen said. “He’s a human, we can’t just confront him. What has Rebecca done to you?”

“You know what, fair point.” Tim sighed. “What's your plan?”

“We follow him until we find Gabby,” Jen said. “He has to have her locked up somewhere in this house, we just have to wait until he leads us to her.”

“Alright, should we stay in here until he leaves the kitchen?” Tim asked.

“Yeah, Gabby’s probably in this brat’s room, we just have to wait until he goes there,” Jen said, looking out the crack in the cabinet door at the human child. 

The two borrowers waited for the human to finish doing the dishes. Eventually, he left the sink and began walking out of the kitchen. Jen and Tim got out of the cabinet and exited the kitchen after him. The tinies stalked the human through the house, again ducking from hiding place to hiding place until the human went into his room and closed the door behind him. The gap under the massive door was just barely big enough for the borrowers to squeeze through. As Jen kept watch, Tim got on the ground and pulled himself under the closed door into the human's room, and afterward Jen did the same. The walls of the room were dark green, as were the child's bed sheets. There was trash and clothes scattered on the floor, which was lucky for the borrowers, since now they had more hiding places. The human boy didn’t notice them, he was on his knees, looking under his bed and shoving the clothes and trash around. Jen and Tim hid behind an empty shoe box as they watched him.

“It doesn’t look like he’s cleaning,” Tim whispered. “Sorta looks like he's looking for something,”

“Where's Gabby?” Jen wondered out loud to Tim. “Is she under the bed, and he's getting her?”

“He would’ve pulled her out by now, right?” said Tim. They watched as the boy gave a frustrated groan and pulled himself from under the bed. He started crawling around the room on his knees, still picking things up as if trying to find something.

“Come on, where are you?” the boy asked seemingly no one. “Come out already, I know you’re here,”

“Who's he talking to?” Tim asked softly, not trying to get the boys' attention, “he can’t know we’re here,”

“It must be Gabby, she got away,” Jen said, before smiling softly, almost pridefully. “Atta girl,”

“If she managed to escape, it wasn’t from anything you taught her,” Tim said before Jen punched him in the arm. “Ow, anyway,” he rubbed his shoulder, “if the kid doesn’t have her, then where is she?” Jen turned towards Tim.

“Probably hiding somewhere in the house,” she whispered, “Gabby wouldn’t go outside without someone with her, she's too afraid of getting lost or hurt by an animal.”

As the borrowers talked, the human boy kept getting more and more frustrated at not finding the tiny he had.

“Ugh, where are you?” he groaned, “if you don’t come out, I’ll pull your little head off!”

“Yeah, he’s definitely looking for Gabby,” Tim said, looking concerned.

“Let's go, I don’t think Gabby would’ve stayed in this room,” Jen said, standing up. The two borrowers peered behind the shoe box at the human, who was on the other side of the room, tearing through piles of clothes, toys, trash, and other objects on the floor. Jen looked at the door as the two began to make their way to it. Then, the human stood up and looked around the room, spotting the tiny borrowers on the floor. 

“Hey!” the human yelled, causing Tim and Jen's hearts to drop. They began to run, Jen pulled her needle out from her belt. The human boy quickly moved to the other side of the room. Jen looked behind her at Tim, who was falling behind. The human reached down at him, grabbing Tim with his massive hand. Tim was restrained in the fingers of the human and lifted into the air before Jen. The boy reached down for Jen next but stopped when he saw her pointing the end of the needle at his hand defensively. The boy got on his knees, trying to get a closer look at the borrower.

“You?” the human said, squinting at Jen, “You're the one that stabbed my hand at Jake's house!” Jake was the name of the human who lived in the house Jen and Gabby used to live in. Jen looked at the human with anger. 

“You’re the one who stole my sister!” she yelled, not thinking. 

“You things can talk?” the boy asked,

“Where is she?!” Jen yelled sternly, her eyes widened in madness and anger. She was at a breaking point.

“So the one I had before was your sister?” The boy asked, “Heh, who's this one? Your boyfriend?” he held up Tim, who was being squeezed in his grip. Tim squirmed and tried to escape, only to be held tighter and more painfully.

“Put him down!” Jen commanded, yelling at the top of her lungs.

“Or what? I’m not scared of that little toothpick you have,” the human said. Jen scowled in anger.

“Can- can we all just calm down?” Tim said from the human hand, only to be squeezed tighter.

“Now that I have you two, I don’t need your sister anymore,” the human said. “Dad will be more impressed with two adults anyway,” 

Jen had enough. When the boy reached her, she lunged forward with her needle in hand. The human quickly pulled his hand back upon being pricked, rubbing it in pain before hitting Jen with the back of his hand, knocking her over.

“Jen! No!” Tim exclaimed, still in the hand of the human boy, who gave him a slight squeeze.

“Fine. I only really need one anyway,” the human said, standing up, and kicking Jen when she stood up. The human, still holding a weakened Tim in his fist, walked out of the room. Jen was lying on the ground next to a wall. She felt pain coursing through her entire body. She slowly tried to get up but fell back to her knees. She didn’t have her needle anymore. It was lost somewhere in the desolate mess of the boys' room. She didn't know what to do. All she could think about was Gabby and how she failed her. And now, she’s failed Tim as well.

Gabby sat on a large human plate of strawberries that rested on Sara's bed. She was biting into one while Sara sat next to her with her legs crossed, towering over Gabby and the plate.

“You really like strawberries, kid,” Sara said, looking down at the tiny.

“Yeah! It's my favorite food in the world! I hardly get to have any, since it's so hard to get,” Gabby said, wiping some of the clear red juice off her face with her sleeve. “Why do you humans keep it in those giant cold metal boxes, fridges?”

“To keep them cold,” Sara said. “They’ll get bad and mushy otherwise.”

“Oh, ok,” Gabby said. “I wouldn’t want strawberries to be bad and mushy, but it still sucks that fridges are so hard to borrow from, that's what Jen says at least,”

“Hmm,” Sara thought, “well, maybe after Jen finds you, I can bring you strawberries. Maybe you could even stay nearby,”

“Really?” Gabby asked, “Well, Jen probably won’t trust you, she doesn’t like humans, like, at all.”

“She doesn’t?” Sara asked.

“No borrowers really ‘like’ humans,” Gabby said, “but Jen especially, she’s always talking about not being seen by them, and what they’ll do to us… she was kinda right,”

“You mean…Danny?” Sara asked.

“Yeah…but you're different from humans like that. You're nice to me, you gave me strawberries!” Gabby smiled, taking another bite out of her fruit.

“Well, I’m sure there are plenty of humans that would be nice, and plenty that are mean. Probably an equal amount.” Sara shrugged. “I guess you’d just gotta get to know them,”

“No way any other human would be as good as you,” Gabby said, “you’ve got to be the only good human I’ve ever heard of, nothing like the stories.”

“Huh, glad to hear that,” Sara said, “do you think Jen will think the same?”

“Hmm, I’ll tell her you’re nice and you gave me food and everything, but I wouldn’t count on it,” Gabby said, chewing.

“Does your sister have any reason to hate humans, or is it just like, species prejudice?” Sara asked, leaning down at Gabby. Gabby’s smile faded slightly, and she looked down.

“Well, our mom and dad…” she paused, “...they…uh…well,”

“Oh,” Sara said, filled with guilt for her question. “I’m so sorry.”

“Uh, it's fine, I don’t remember them much anyways,” Gabby said, trying to make Sara feel better. “I was around three or four when it happened, I think Jen was around my age.”

“So, they were…y’know, by a human?” Sara asked.

“Yeah, me and Jen have been by ourselves ever since” Gabby looked down, “we were really sad that they were gone, but, Jen said that as long as I was still here, part of them would still be alive.”

“Aww,” Sara melted at the sentiment Gabby was showing. “Your sister sounds like she cares so much about you,”

“yeah,” Gabby said, looking down, and taking another bite of a strawberry. Suddenly, there was a loud knocking sound at the door. Gabby dropped her strawberry and flinched.

“Sara, open up!” a voice came from out in the hall, it sounded like Danny.

“Shi- shoot,” Sara exclaimed under her breath, “it's Danny, you need to hide somewhere,” Sara put her hands out for Gabby to climb into, but she hesitated.

“Sara! Didn’t mom say not to lock our doors?” Danny said, still outside. Gabby crawled into Sara's large, soft hands, sitting on her palm and hugging herself. Sara looked around the room for a place to hide Gabby, an eventuary coming to a taller dresser, with various objects and figurines on top of it. Sara gently placed Gabby down next to a picture frame she could hide behind.

“Are you good here? You're not scared of being so high?” Sara asked,

“It's fine,” Gabby said, looking anxious. 

“Ok, hide here, and don’t make a sound. I’ll come get you down from here when I’m done with Danny,”

“Ok,” Gabby said, backing behind the picture. She looked nervous. Sara looked back at her hiding place before opening the door for Danny.

“What?” Sara said, sounding annoyed at her brother.

“Stop playing dumb, Sara, I know you have it!” Danny said.

“Have what?” Sara asked, trying to seem unaware.

“The little human thing I found! You took it!” Danny accused.

“What are you talking about? ‘Little human thing?’ listen to yourself.” Sara rolled her eyes and tried to close her door, but Danny pushed it open and stepped into her room.

“Stop lying! You’re gonna give it back to me, now! Or else.” Danny threatened.

“Or else what?” Sara asked, “I don’t even know what you're talking about, like, an action figure or something?” Danny grew a devious, malicious smile, as he reached into his pocket.

“Well, if you don’t give it back, you won’t like what happens to this one.” Danny pulled something out of his pocket, or rather someone. Sara almost thought it was a toy at first, before realizing it was another tiny, just like Gabby. They looked older, with brown hair and pale skin. Gabby peered behind the picture she was hiding behind. Her eyes widened as she saw the familiar borrower in the human boy's fist. It looked like Tim.

“What…what is that?” Sara asked, still playing dumb about the situation. “Oh, shut up! You have one just like it, that you stole from me.” Danny said, squeezing the tiny person in his grip. Sara looked horrified at them. They looked like they were in pain, squirming in the tight fist of her brother.

“You're hurting him!” Sara yelled, “What's wrong with you?”

“I’m barely squeezing him,” Danny said, “just shows to show how weak these things are. I’m barely holding him tight and he looks terrible!” 

“Danny, this isn’t funny, let him go,” Sara commanded.

“Give me the smaller one and maybe I will,” Danny said. 

“What? No, I don’t even have her!” Sara said. “Danny, this is insane. You’re gonna crush him or something,”

“I never said the tiny I had before this one was a her,” Danny said with a disgusting smirk. Gabby gulped from atop the dresser. Her mind raced thinking of what to do and what would happen. She didn’t want to be anywhere near Danny, but she didn’t want Tim to be hurt instead. Even if it wasn’t Tim, she didn’t want some random borrower to die either. Gabby could only think one thing: what would Jen do? Jen was so brave and so strong. Jen cared so much about the other borrowers and about Gabby. Gabby wanted to be just like her, she wanted to be brave. But she wasn’t, she was hiding, and watching what could be one of her friends be squeezed by a human who was looking for her. Watching one of her friends be hurt because of her.

“Danny, this is serious,” Sara said, stern and angry. “Stop hurting him or else I’ll tell Mom.”

“If you tell Mom, I’ll tell Dad,” Danny said. 

“Do you really think Dad will approve of this just because he’s a scientist?” Sara yelled.

“Dad does worse things to rats every day,” Danny said, squeezing Tim harder, causing him to grunt in pain. “But with these, he won’t need rats anymore.”

“You’re sick,” Sara said.

“Give me the other one, or this one is getting its ribs broken!” Danny threatened. Sara hesitated to speak. She couldn’t bear to have this being, this person, die at her brother's hands, but she could break the promise she gave Gabby just earlier that day. She couldn’t let any terrible thing happen to her, or cause her to never see her sister again. Tim, Meanwhile, shivered and tensed in Danny's hand. Everything below his shoulders was in pain, nothing seemed broken, but it was getting close to it. If the human squeezed even tighter, he had no doubt in his mind that he would be injured. 

“Last chance,” Danny readjusted his fingers around the borrower. Tim closed his eyes and braced himself, when suddenly,

“I’m here!” a small voice yelped from on top of the dresser. Sara turned around, eyes filled with sock and dread. Danny loosened his grip and looked up at the three-inch tall girl he kidnapped the day before, now standing in front of a picture frame, speaking to him for the first time.

“I’m here, please don’t hurt him, I’ll let you take me,” Gabby said, tears swelling in her eyes, as she spoke in fear, trying to be brave.

“Heh, well, if that's what you want,” Danny said, stepping passed Sara to the dresser. Sara still gaped in shock at Gabby revealing herself,

“Gabby….no….” she said under her breath, as Gabby was grabbed by Danny's other hand.

“Sara and Danny,” another voice was heard approaching from the hall, it sounded like an older man. “What are you two arguing about?” the sibling's father stepped into the room.

“Dad, look at these things I found!” Danny ran up to his father, displaying Gabby and Tim like they were cool rocks he found in their backyard.

“They aren’t things, they’re people!” Sara yelled, as their father stared dumbfounded at the two tinies. “Danny kidnapped these two, and he’s been hurting them!”

“Shut up Sara,” Danny said.

“Danny, where did you find these?” their father asked, “do you know what these things are?”

“...no, not really,” Danny said, looking at the tinies in his fist.

“Get something, get a jar, no, a box, or something,” their father said, “are there any boxes in here?” he looked around Sara’s room and found a shoe box on a shelf. He took the shoes out and had Danny drop the two tinies into it, before closing the box, leaving Tim and Gabby in darkness.

“Hey, what are you doing?” Sara asked.

“Kids, these are lilliputians,” the father said, holding the box, “they are an extremely rare species to find, or catch. They’re extremely intelligent, and have DNA and anatomy almost identical to humans, apart from the size, obviously.”

“Exactly, they’re people,” Sara said,

“No, not exactly,” her father said.

“...what?” Sara said in disbelief.

“Legally, they’re barely recognized as animals. Most people don’t even know they exist, they’re practically a myth.” the father turned around. “I’ve always proposed that they should be used for testing instead of animals since they would bring much more accurate results, but they were always too hard to come across for that to be an option.” “...no…no, you can’t be serious,” Sara said. “You're going to experiment on what are basically tiny human beings?”

“Sara, I know you’re concerned about… ethics, but we’ll have to discuss this later,” the sibling's father turned to the doorway of the room, “I have to get these to my place of work,” he exited the room. Sara followed him out into the hall, continuing to protest.

“Day, you can’t do this!” Sara yelled.

“Not now, Sara,” her father said, opening the front door. “Oh, and thanks for bringing this to my attention, Danny.” he grabbed his keys and left the house, taking the two tinies with him. Sara gaped at the door, not believing what she’d just witnessed. Danny stood next to her and laughed under his breath. Sara turned towards him.

“Why would you do that?” Sara asked, “What the hell did you have to gain from doing this?”

“Uh, Dad’s happy, isn’t he?” Danny said, “That's good, right? You never make him happy.”

“You just sent two innocent people to be experimented on like animals,” Sara said,

“You heard Dad, they’re not-”

“Dad's wrong!” Sara interrupted her brother, “You’re wrong, neither of you even spoke to them, and now they’re gonna be bred and drugged and caged for no good reason.” Sara said furiously. They both stared at each other silently for a moment. Danny slowly processed what he had done, thinking about his sister's words. Sara walked back down the hall. “I hope you’re happy,” she said, before going back into her room.

Sara sat at her desk in her room, looking at the plate of strawberries she had earlier. There were leaves from fully eaten ones and an unfinished one that was likely to never be finished. Sara sighed and picked up an untouched one, eating it. There was a knock at her door. Sara knew neither of her parents were home yet, so it was clear who it was.

“Go away, Danny. I’m not in the mood.” Sara said. Danny entered the room. Sara turned to him angry and annoyed. He had something behind his back.

“Hey, so, I had something, and, I think you should have it,” Danny said, looking neutral.

“I don’t want your stupid apology, Danny, not after what you did.” Sara turned away from him.

“I’m not apologizing, I just don’t want this thing smelling up my room,” Danny said, annoyed. “You seem like you like these things, so here, you can do whatever you want with it.” he held something out to Sara. She turned around and looked at what was in his hands, before taking it immediately. It was another borrower, this one with her eyes closed.

“Where…” Sara started,

“It was with the boy one I found, I kicked it to the other side of my room,” Danny said, “pretty sure it's dead, so, do with it what you will.” Danny turned around and left the room. Sara rested the borrower's unconscious body on her desk. A first, she put her finger on the tinies wrist, before putting her ear to her chest. There was a heartbeat. She was still alive.

#borrowers #g/t #giant/tiny #gt community #constructive criticism welcome #g/t community #sfw g/t #g/t writing #giant tiny #gt writing #giant/tiny community #please comment #comments really appreciated

[writing-rat]

Danny's Breakdown

Pairings: Danny and Ellie, Danny and Bridget, Danny and Kassie

Content Warning: Homophobia, Transphobia, Homophobic attack, minor violence, blood, breaking down, family fluff, arguments

Summary: Danny's night was going to be bad. He just knew it. He didn't know how bad though...

WC: 1533

Danny knew it would be a bad night already. He had walked into his parents fighting as usual. He was aged 15 and had just finished school, which was stressful enough. He had failed some homework, had failed a test and had been beat up by bullies so this made the day even worse. Dinner would be late, he wouldn’t be allowed to listen to his vinyls (thank god Beth had got him some Sony headphones and let him join her plan of Spotify Premium so he could still listen to his music at least). 

He walked to his room, putting his head down, not wanting to be involved. Luckily he passed in time, glad that Bridget was spending time with her friend. He went into his bedroom and leaned back. Well, it wasn’t officially his bedroom, but it was his designated room with his electric guitar and drums as well as his DJ set that Beth had given him. His mom helped supply him with the drums and the guitar as well, which he was thankful for. He repaid his gratitude by doing extra chores around the house. His mother was thankful for that as he was doing her chores specifically hoovering the rooms and washing the dishes in the evening. She loved her children more than anything. Danny knew it was hard financially in the house as well, so it was double appreciation.

Soon enough the shouting stopped and the door was slammed, causing Danny to wince. He knew it was his dad who left. That’s when a knock came on his door. “Baby, it’s ok now. I’m sorry you had to walk in on that,” Ellie spoke through the door, not opening it and respecting his privacy. That’s when he opened it. 

“It’s ok Mom. Don’t worry about it,” he spoke gently, smiling at her. “It’s getting close to you divorcing him, hm?” he asked quite bluntly. Ellie sighed and nodded.

“You won’t have to deal with him no more, I promise sweetheart,” she spoke. She knew how he was transphobic and didn’t support his son. “You want to pick Kassie up with me? I assume Bridget is at Mark’s house?” she asked and Danny nodded. “Yeah, I can help you pick up Kassie. I can help make dinner too and Bridget is away at Mark’s for a bit of the evening. Group project,” he explained, putting on some casual trainers. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she spoke, rubbing his hair as a thanks before they went to pick up Kassie.

-

It was around 7 pm when their dad came back and he was still pissed and also was a bit drunk. It was obvious with the way he walked. Danny went silent as he ate his pasta, Kassie and Bridget were in their bedroom eating as they were wanting to eat there and Ellie allowed it. Ellie meanwhile was sat with Danny, talking about their days. Danny lied a bit about his day, however, not that he would admit to his mom. He didn’t need to stress her out more. 

Meanwhile, Ellie understood. “Your plate is in the stove, keeping warm,” she explained. 

“I’m leaving after tonight,” he gruffly spoke as he grabbed his plate and went to Ellie’s bedroom. Ellie sighed in relief, actually happy he would be leaving however that would be a more financial strain. As long as she had her kids she would be happy though. Danny was also relieved. “That’s good,” he commented with a smile, soon finishing his food. Ellie nodded to agree. “Yeah, it is,” she agreed and was kissing his forehead. “You’re safe here now at least,” she added and Danny smiled, understanding that she just stayed with Jay to help pay the bills of the house. 

Danny was just happy as long as his family was ok.

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It was soon 11 pm and Danny was dressed for his midnight run he did around the block, 3 laps. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his body. Fortunately for him, he had small breasts so he didn’t need a sports bra. He was wearing a simple black shirt and a pair of gold and blue shorts with his black and white running trainers. That’s when he walked out, seeing Ellie making a blanket. “Off on your run?” she asked. Danny nodded.

“Yeah, I am,” he spoke with a smile. 

“I’ll be up for a while so I probably will be here when you come back, just be quiet,” she warned, not wanting Danny to wake up Jay. Danny nodded.

“I will be,” he spoke with a soft smile before he started for the door, grabbing his key, ready for his run.

After his second lap, he was face-to-face with his bullies. He didn’t know how but they had found out where he lived. There were 3 of them. Henry, Evan and Charlie. “Shit,” he hissed as he was backing up. “H-hey,” he stuttered to them, nerves taking over. Henry smirked, being the leader of the group. “Hey tranny,” he spoke, looking him up and down and snickered. “God you look pathetic,” he spoke as the other 2 surrounded him. “Yeah, she looks like a girl anyway,” Evan spoke and Charlie cracked his knuckles, not one for saying words and doing the beating while Evan held him and Henry helping Charlie by punching at the same time.

They continued to say homophobic and transphobic stuff before Evan quickly grabbed his arms. “Get him boys,” Evan spoke, holding him. Danny was weaker than him, he knew he was fucked. That’s why he just took the multiple punches and kicks. Eventually, they stopped, laughing as they slowly walked away after taking a photo. Danny knew that would be shared.

In total, he had a bleeding nose, and bruises all over his face and also over his stomach. He was sure he was bleeding on his elbow from a wound reopening it too. His legs also hurt as they were kicked. That’s when he called for help. Grabbing his phone, he messaged his mom. ‘I got beat up mom, I’m just outside the garage on the main street. Everything hurts’ he texted. He was trying to stay strong, but after sending the text, he finally broke from all the pressure that day, not so much the pain. He was used to it.

Thankfully his mom was quick. It had been about 3 minutes and she came rushing over. She seemed tired and was even breathing heavily. He assumed she ran down the stairs. “Oh sweetheart,” she spoke quietly before she was lifting him up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” she spoke, not commenting on his crying (which was quite loud). They were soon in the elevator, some of his blood getting on her. He tried to apologise but Ellie just shushed him. She just wanted to take care of him.

Eventually, they were in the house, and Bridget and Kassie were in the kitchen with a first aid kit. Ellie admitted what happened in her rush so they were going to help him out no matter what. Danny just hid his face, still crying. “Everything will be ok, don’t worry. I know it hurts right now,” Ellie stated quietly. Jay thankfully was fast asleep.

“It’s not just the pain… it’s the entire day that’s gone wrong,” Danny spoke, ranting about his entire day as his sisters and mother helped his wounds. Ellie was mad to hear he was bullied, she would be going to the school the next day to deal with it. For now though she would help her son. 

Danny was thankful he had his entire family, and Bridget handing him his favourite stuffed toy. It was a shark plushie that was an off-brand Ikea one that she had bought him after he came out. Kassie meanwhile hugged him when she could and complimented him with all the masculine compliments. 

He felt loved, he felt like life would be better soon enough. Eventually, he was sorted out and that’s when Ellie lifted him again. “You both should sleep now. It’s a school night. I’ll be with Danny tonight so go to his room if you need me,” she spoke gently. The girls nodded as they said their nights, saying compliments to Danny (which was rare as they always insulted each other but in a sibling way showing they didn’t mean the insults). He smiled as he said night to them all, accepting his Mom being with him. He knew he would sleep badly tonight but having her around would help.

“Thank you, Mom,” he spoke gently as he was trying to help Ellie set up a sleeping bag in his room. He would be sleeping on the couch in his room and Ellie on the floor. Danny had tried to say he would sleep on the floor but she refused. 

“It’s no problem baby. I just want you to be ok. I will deal with it tomorrow I promise. Now let’s sleep ok? We can talk more about your grades tomorrow and see what would help. I’m not mad at you,” she reassured. Danny smiled and nodded.

He was truly loved.

#danny bixler #bridget bixler #kassie bixler #ellie bixler #evil dead rise #ratboy writing #ratboy writes

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Part 7! (next part is the finale 👀)

Thank you to @starcatcherkiszka​ for the fic idea and tolerating all the times I’ve tagged you in these fic posts lol :) 

In case you want something to listen to while you read: ✨Summer of 69 Playlist✨

Note: I’m so sorry I’ve been spamming everyone with this fic, I’ve been in a HUGE writing mood this weekend

Words: 4.4k 

Warnings: drinking, mentions of drugs, attempted fist fight, tomfoolery

Synopsis: Greta Van Fleet somehow manages to travel back in time to the Summer of 69, during the Woodstock Art and Music festival. You can only imagine what hijinks they’re going to get up to. 

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5 | Part 6 | Part 7 | Part 8

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The rest of the night was a blissful blur. Creedence Clearwater Revival’s set blew the four of them away, and they had the pleasure of watching from the front of the stage, in the audience with a bunch of stoned people who were jumping up and down to the beat. When Janis Joplin came out, Josh couldn’t stop screaming, and he even caught a tambourine that she threw out into the crowd, of course after wrestling it away from a teenage girl. Freddie Stone spotted Jake during Sly and the Family Stone’s performance and he motioned for him to join them all on stage. Josh and Danny whooped out in glee as Jake took a spot beside Gregg Errico on the drums and shook around a maraca like his life depended on it. Sam only refused to cheer because he was still butthurt over Jake’s Joan Baez prank on him earlier. By the time The Who came on at 5am, Josh was appalled that he was still awake and invested in the music. The Who was definitely more of a band that Jake appreciated, but Josh had to admit that they sounded pretty good, and it was fun to watch Pete Townshend do his signature windmill move on the guitar that Jake had played the day before. 

What wasn’t as great was when Pete used the guitar to try and strike Abbie Hoffman, the activist, who had jumped on stage mid-set to yell about John Sinclairs’ 9 year sentence for marijuana possession. Josh had a split second where he contemplated running up to try and defend Abbie, but it was all over so fast, he didn’t have any time to react. Jefferson Airplane closed things out at 8am the next day, and that was when the exhaustion caught up to everyone. 

At the end of “The House at Pooneil Corners,” Sam looked around at Jake, Josh, and Danny with heavy bags under his eyes. 

“No amount of drugs can keep me up for another second,” he said. 

“Hop on my back,” Danny offered, “I’ll take you to Dave’s van so you can get some rest.” 

Like a line of zombies, they inched back to Dave’s van, but were pleasantly surprised to see him there, chatting with Janis Joplin. She was cradling a bottle of something in her hand, dressed in a long, oversized tie dye top with flowy pants, her long hair messy and wrapped around some of the beads hanging from her neck. 

“Hey,” Dave perked up at the sight of the guys. “I was just telling Janis about you.” 

“I’m sad I missed your show,” Janis gave them a toothy smile, extending a hand for all of them to shake. Jake was sure that he was doing a poor job hiding his shock. He was standing in front of one of the most exceptional vocalists of all time. “Dave was telling me about your pipes,” she looked around at them, trying to figure out who the frontman was. 

“Thanks,” Josh spoke up, his face red. 

“Preserve that voice of yours,” Janis’s tone hardened for a second. “That’s a gift you’ve got.” 

“Janis is gonna be at the after party later today,” Dave shared. “We’re all going to be meeting up at a nice restaurant a few miles up the road. There’s gonna be a pretty decent gap between sets after Joe Cocker finishes up, so we’ll have enough time to mingle.”

“That sounds great,” Jake said, looking around at Josh, Sam, and Danny to make sure that they were up for it. Danny was still staring at Janis Joplin, obviously having trouble comprehending that she was real. Sam nodded, though he still looked concerned about Joan Baez, and Josh gave a smile. 

“I do need to sleep though,” Sam remembered. “I can’t believe I’m still standing upright.” 

“The van’s all yours,” Dave chuckled, motioning towards the open door. That was what Sam had been waiting for, since he kicked off his shoes and dove into the back of the van, finding his spot back under the massive pile of blankets. Danny finally snapped his head away from Janis and nodded towards where Sam had disappeared. 

“I think I’m gonna get a nap in,” he excused himself. “It was nice to meet you,” he added, finally addressing Janis, who raised her drink up to him. 

“Keep on rocking, I’ll see you later,” she promised. Danny nearly hit his head on the doorframe of the van because he was so thrown off guard by being in Janis’s presence. Jake wanted to continue talking with her and Dave, but he also knew they would be at the party later. Although Jake wasn’t as open to announce it to the world like Sam, he was feeling pretty damn tired too. 

“Catch you later,” he raised a hand to Janis and Dave, and swiftly made his exit into the van. 

“They’re good kids,” he could hear Dave tell Janis behind him. 

“They’re cute,” Janis chuckled. 

Josh was right behind Jake and, after sliding the van door shut to engulf them in darkness, Jake nudged Josh in the side. 

“Thanks for sticking around,” he said just loudly enough for Josh to hear. 

“Vietnam or not, it is pretty cool being here,” Josh chuckled. 

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They all could have slept a lot longer if Joe Cocker’s rendition of “With A Little Help From My Friends” didn’t make them spring out of the van. One thing Jake, Josh, Sam, and Danny could all agree on was that it was one of the best covers made. They had to see it live. 

In a mad rush, they sprinted down the field towards the stage and started to cheer loudly when they could just barely make out the ant-like figure that was Joe Cocker on stage, in his red, yellow, and purple tie dye shirt. While Josh and Sam swung back and forth to the music, Danny took a seat in the grass, leaned back on his elbows, and closed his eyes so he could be fully immersed in the music. Jake just stared onwards in awe. The recordings that he had grown up hearing of the cover were nothing in comparison to witnessing it live. 

By the time Joe Cocker left the stage, Josh was disappointed. He and Sam had been having a field day dropping it low to the music, even if their dancing didn’t quite match what everyone else in the crowd was doing. 

“That was great, wasn’t it?” he nudged Danny in the side. Danny slowly opened his eyes and leaned his head back to look at Josh. 

“I’m sad I slept through ‘Feelin’ Alright.’”

“That’s what the concert DVD is for,” Josh joked. 

“We should find Dave,” Jake realized. “I have no clue how to get to that restaurant.” 

“I didn’t see him when we left the van,” Sam shared. “But I also wasn’t really looking for him.” 

“I’ll bet he’s by the stage,” Josh reasoned. They all looked ahead at the stage in the distance and released a collective groan. They had done a lot more walking than they were used to over the past three days. Jake was certain that he was getting in his 10,000 steps a day. If he had it on him, his Fitbit would have been so proud. 

The walk was long but worthwhile, since they located Dave and he motioned towards a Ford Bronco that was parked in the dirt by the front entrance. 

“I’ll have one of my guys drive you over there,” he said like it was no problem. “It’s a short trip.” 

“We’re in no rush,” Jake lied. He needed to eat something filling soon, or else he was going to have to resort to gnawing on sticks and pieces of cardboard. 

It was a pleasant surprise that they were apparently receiving star treatment, since one of the stagehands hurried to their side, some cords still in his hands, and nodded towards the car. 

“Ready to head out?” 

“Yup,” they all replied. 

Compared to the first day when they walked into the venue, the roads were a bit more clear, but it was still shocking to see how many cars had been abandoned on the side of the road. Danny frowned when he saw that some of the cars had their windows broken in. Some people loitered around, grouping in the shade for cover from the sun, and watched as the car drove past. 

“Dave reserved the restaurant,” the stagehand shared. “I’m not sure how great the food is, it’s all locals running things out here who aren’t used to big crowds, but it probably won’t give you food poisoning.” 

“That’s a relief?” Josh had to laugh in response. 

“It better not give me food poisoning,” Sam grumbled. 

The stagehand pulled into the parking lot of a small diner that looked straight out of the 1950s. Jake whistled at the sight of it and immediately knew that he was about to have a really, really good milkshake. 

“I like that Dave considers this a nice place,” Josh observed after they hopped out of the car. 

“It is a nice place, compared to what we’ve been eating recently,” Danny said. Like Jake, Danny was growing really tired of eating essentially bird food. He was ready to move on to bigger and better things, like a good old greasy hamburger. 

They strolled through the front doors and, even though they had spent time around all of their idols all weekend, it was still jarring to see them crowded into one place. Jake couldn’t help but let out a gasp when he saw Pete Townshend and Keith Moon standing in the corner of the diner, stationed next to the jukebox, trying to smoke multiple cigarettes at once. Jerry Garcia was laying on the diner counter, popping maraschino cherries into his mouth like candy. A few members from Jefferson Airplane were crowded into one of the booths, silently digging into a massive plate of fries. While Jake was starstruck by the members of The Who, Sam felt his hands start to shake in excitement when he spotted Neil Young, Stephen Stills, David Crosby, and Graham Nash lounging on the counter stools. He started to levitate towards them, but abruptly stopped when he saw that Joan Baez was sitting with them. 

“Shit,” Sam grunted when he saw that Joan was looking in his direction. 

Hey!” she called to him. Sam tried to hide his face, but Danny nudged him forward. 

“Just be normal,” he tried to coach Sam. “I’m sure she doesn’t care that you missed her show.” 

Sam huffed but nodded because he knew that Danny was telling the truth. 

“Hey!” he replied back to Joan, waving an arm around with a bit too much force, so he nearly whacked Country Joe McDonald in the head. Joan motioned for him to join her and the CSNY guys, and he jogged to her side. 

“Have you met Neil, Stephen, David, and Graham?” she asked Sam. Sam’s mouth was hung open. 

“Seems like he recognizes us,” Stephen said with a grin. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone look at us like that before. Does this mean we’ve made it, Neil?” 

“I sure hope so,” Neil joined in the laughter. “Maybe I’ll be able to pay off the mortgage on my house soon.” 

“Don’t get your hopes up,” Graham chuckled. Sam started to nervously laugh with them. 

“So do you play with anyone? What’s your instrument?” Stephen focused his attention back on Sam. Joan luckily swooped in and saved Sam from utter embarrassment since he had suddenly forgotten how to speak English in his moment of panic. 

“He does keys and bass for this new group, called JJ and the Salty Dogs,” Joan shared. “They put on a stellar performance Friday night. It was hard to go out there after them.” 

Sam winced at the thought that he had missed Joan Baez’s set. 

“Half the audience was asleep by the time I went out,” Joan continued. “I don’t think I have the heaviest music to keep everyone awake, I probably should have been one of the first people out there but it is what it is, I guess.” 

“Hey, you closed out the first day, that’s pretty huge,” Neil raised a glass up to Joan with a smile. “You deserve to be at the top of the bill, you’ve been working hard for it.” 

One of the diner employees approached their group with a pen and notepad in hand. 

“I’ll have a vanilla malt,” Sam finally found his words again. It was amazing what he could do when he was starving. “Do you have any non-meat items?” 

“Non-meat?” the employee cocked his head to the side. “Like a salad?” 

“That’ll do,” Sam sighed. “And I’ll take some fries too.” 

Since he had found his words again, he decided to lean on the counter, right by Jerry Garcia’s bare feet, and strike a conversation with some of his favorite musicians. He had to know what their process was behind writing “Suite: Judy Blue Eyes.” 

Back at the front entrance, Danny, Jake, and Josh were still huddling close to each other, unsure what to do. They were caught in a situation none of them could have ever dreamed of: everyone in that diner had, in some way or another, been an influence on their music. Jake watched as Pete Townshend and Keith Moon put their cigarettes out and turned their attention to the jukebox. Keith fished a few coins out of his pocket and slid them into the slot so he could flip through the song options. He finally settled on Henry Mancini’s “Love Theme from Romeo and Juliet” and started to waltz around the diner while humming along. Roger Daltry entered the restaurant and stood beside Josh, Jake, and Danny, trying to search for his bandmates when Keith whisked him away, twirling him around a few times. 

“Quit it!” Roger called out, but Keith was in no mood to stop. Behind them, Pete was cackling loudly. 

While Jake was watching the chaotic scene unfold in front of them, Josh was distracted because he was trying to find Robbie Robertson, from The Band. Out of all the people on the Woodstock lineup that he hadn’t met yet, he most wanted to pick Robbie’s brain apart since he was, in Josh’s opinion, one of the best songwriters and storytellers of the time. He perked up when he saw Robbie standing at the far end of the counter, cradling a beer, and rushed to his side, leaving Jake and Danny behind. 

Keith had finally stopped spinning Roger in circles, and the members of The Who, including John Entwistle, who had just come in, settled into a booth so they could steal fries from Jefferson Airplane. 

“We should talk to them,” Jake whispered to Danny, motioning towards The Who. 

“They kind of scare me,” Danny admitted. “Plus I heard Pete’s a dickhead.”

“Only one way to find out,” Jake said, dragging Danny behind him. 

“Why don’t we try to talk to Ten Years After instead?” Danny tried to negotiate with Jake, but stopped when he realized that they were standing in front of The Who’s booth. Jake wasn’t really sure what the best way was to make a first impression with them, so he decided to snatch a french fry out of John’s hand and shove it in his mouth. 

“Who are you?” Pete’s voice raised. Danny turned on his heel to run away, but Jake held him firmly in place while he swallowed down the french fry. 

“We played on Friday,” Jake answered, hoping he sounded a lot more confident than he felt. “We’re called Greta Van - fuck - JJ and the Salty Dogs.” 

“Long band name,” Keith nodded in appreciation. 

“I’ve never heard of you,” Pete retorted. 

“Hey, I think I saw a picture of your performance,” Roger spoke up. “This guy plays a guitar that looks exactly like yours, Pete,” he added, motioning in Jake’s direction. 

“What are the odds of that?” Jake nervously chuckled. He really hoped that it wasn’t obvious from the picture that he really was playing Pete’s guitar. He could only imagine what Pete would do to him if he found out so, at that moment, Jake decided it was probably safest that he get some distance between them. “Well, nice to meet you,” Jake excused himself, hustling away and leaving Danny in the dust. Danny stared down at the members of The Who in fear. 

“Take a seat,” Keith scooted over on the vinyl seat and patted it. “We don’t bite.” 

“Oh god,” Danny whispered. 

Across the diner, Josh had moved on from Robbie Robertson to join Sam, Joan Baez, and the members of CSNY. Robbie had been kind to him, but Josh quickly found that he wasn’t really in the mood to talk music, and rather preferred to people-watch while working away at his beer. Sam was engaged in a deep conversation with Stephen Stills about harmonies when Josh came over and extended a hand for Stephen to shake. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” Josh flashed his pearly whites. 

“This your brother?” Stephen checked in with Sam, who nodded. 

“I’ve heard a lot about your voice, dude. Everyone’s been raving about it, I keep hearing that it’s outtasight.” 

“I don’t know about that,” Josh blushed and raked a hand through his hair. 

“I’m hoping my voice holds up tonight,” Stephen looked between Sam and Josh. “It’s our second time performing live, so the nerves are pretty bad.” 

“You’re gonna be fine,” Sam assured him. He knew for a fact that he was going to be fine: he had grown up listening to the CSNY Woodstock performance on CD, and it was one of his favorite albums of all time. “You’ve got nothing to worry about.” 

A loud commotion came from the back of the diner and they all turned around to find its source. Upon closer inspection, Sam and Josh realized that Danny was standing on top of one of the booth’s tables with Keith Moon, jousting back and forth with two floppy french fries. 

“What the hell?” Josh couldn’t help but sputter. 

“He one of yours?” Stephen smirked, nodding in Danny’s direction. “Keith will bring out the worst in people. But, if you ask him, he’ll insist it’s the best. He convinced David to crash a car into a snowbank once.” 

“Best night of my life,” David leaned over to interject. 

“Should we tell him to stop?” Josh asked Sam. Sam watched his best friend cackle with glee as he pretended to shank Keith Moon, and shook his head. 

“Let him have his fun.” 

While Josh, Sam, and Danny all socialized, Jake had been hiding in the bathroom, where he thought he was safe from the wrath of Pete Townshend. He could only hide for so long though since his stomach was literally starting to ingest himself, so he tried to convince himself that he would be okay, and then powered out of the bathroom stall to find a waiter. Right outside the bathroom door, he ran into Michael Shrieve, from Santana, and Joe Cocker, and nearly screamed in surprise. 

“We saw you talking to The Who guys,” Michael gave Jake a knowing look. 

“Talk about a lot of energy,” Joe Cocker blew out. “I’m too old for that shit.”

“You’re twenty-five,” Michael turned to Joe. 

“Fucking ancient,” Joe continued. 

“I tried talking to them a bit earlier,” Michael shared. “Pete called me a punkass bitch for literally no reason at all. I just told him that I thought Tommy was a really great album.” 

“He’s got quite the, uh, personality,” Jake tried to think of an acceptable response. 

“Don’t let it get to you,” Joe Cocker patted him on the back. “All the other guys here are for the most part cool. Jerry Garcia’s a fun guy if you can actually catch him while he’s conscious.” 

They all looked at Jerry, who had fallen asleep on top of the counter, and was unleashing window-rattling snores. Edgar Winter was leaning over him, trying to balance as many cherries as he could on his forehead. 

“Thanks, guys,” Jake looked between them. “It’s hard to put into words how exciting it is to be here with everyone.” His stomach let out a loud groan and Jake cleared his throat. “We’ll have to talk more later, but I need to get some food in me before I combust.” 

“Yeah, don’t do that,” Michael laughed, waving Jake away. 

Jake hurried to the counter, next to where Josh and Sam were standing, and tried to catch the attention of one of the chefs who was working in the back. He looked up from the burger he was grilling and held up a finger for Jake to wait a second. Jake wasn’t sure he could last that long, so he grabbed a handful of Sam’s salad that he had gotten halfway through and shoved it into his mouth. For what it was worth, it was probably the best thing Jake had eaten since they got to 1969. It took everything within him to not groan out in satisfaction. 

“There you are,” Josh turned around to face Jake. “I was wondering where you had disappeared off to.” 

“Bathroom,” Jake replied. He didn’t want to extrapolate on that any further. 

Danny and Keith Moon’s french fry battle had escalated to an all-out war as they armed themselves with paper plates as shields, and Keith was wearing an empty tray on his head like a helmet. The table was no longer enough for them, since they had hopped down and were navigating around the busy diner, whacking each other back and forth with the french fries. Danny’s french fry broke in half upon impact on Keith’s shoulder, and Keith took the opportunity to roar and tackle Danny, sending him flying over the counter, right past Jake, Josh, and Sam. Before they could worry that Danny had gotten seriously injured, Danny sprung back up with a whoop and brushed himself off. 

“I thought this was a no-contact sport!” He called to Keith. 

“I don’t know where you heard that from,” Keith replied with a cheeky grin.

Jake watched the two drummers rough house with his mouth hung open. He must have missed a lot while he was hiding in the bathroom if Danny was apparently suddenly buddies with the powderkeg of a drummer from The Who. 

“Danny becoming friends with Keith Moon, there’s another thing I didn’t have on my time travel bingo card,” Sam mused between sips of his vanilla malt. 

“Your time travel what?” Stephen raised an eyebrow. Sam started to choke at the realization that he had let their time travel slip. While Jake slapped him on the back to help him clear his windpipe, he noticed that Pete Townshend was booking it towards him, and he didn’t look happy. 

“Oh fuck,” Jake muttered. 

“Hey!” Pete barked at him as he abruptly stopped inches in front of Jake’s face. 

“You were playing my guitar on Friday night!” 

“Uh oh,” Josh whispered beside Jake, taking a step out of the way so he wasn’t in the line of fire. 

Jake hated that he couldn’t think of a single thing to say to Pete Townshend, and instead started to nervously chuckle. That was the wrong move, since Pete grabbed Jake's Sgt. Pepper jacket and lifted him a few inches off the ground. 

“No one touches my Gibson,” Pete snarled. 

“Sounds like he did though,” Neil cut in, sounding relatively uninterested in the drama Pete was trying to stir. “What’s done is done, dude.” 

That wasn’t enough to calm Pete down. 

“You’re coming outside with me,” he told Jake, and before Josh or Sam could stop him, he started to drag Jake to the front door. Jake kind of just hung lip in his grasp, in a daze from everything that was happening. He couldn’t believe he was about to get his ass handed to him by the lead guitarist of The Who. Talk about a doozy. 

“Hey, what’s going on?” Sly Stone called to Pete. “Let the kid go.” 

Pete ignored him and brought Jake out into the parking lot and threw him on the hot pavement. All of the musicians who had been lounging inside of the diner came hurrying out to see what was going on. Josh and Sam tried to push to the front of the pack so they could try and stop whatever Pete was about to do. 

“Get up and fight,” Pete ordered down to Jake. Jake looked up at him from the ground and considered his chances. Pete was a bit out of his weight class, so it wasn’t really an even match. Jake could picture himself being carted out of the fight on a stretcher, both of his eyes bruised and his face bloody. That wasn’t really how he wanted to spend his Sunday. 

Jake slowly picked himself up, and he could hear Josh and Sam’s muffled voices screaming at them to stop over the buzzing in his ears. Out of the corner of his eye he saw that Danny and Keith were hurrying to them, Danny waving his arms for Pete to calm down, and Keith hollering that they pound each others’ faces in. 

It all happened so fast. With Jake back upright, Pete threw a quick punch towards his head, which Jake somehow managed to dodge. As Pete wound up another fist to hurtle in his direction, Jake hopped out of the way and, while he still had some momentum, he started to book it out of the parking lot, pumping his arms as fast as he could. The Woodstock musicians cheered as they watched Jake sprint down the county road and out of sight. Josh, Sam, and Danny gaped in disbelief. Pete looked like he was contemplating chasing after Jake, but he eventually dropped his fist back down to his side and shook his head. 

“What a joke,” he grumbled. He’d have to find someone else to fight to unleash his daily testosterone build up. He didn’t like how the bassist from Blood, Sweat, & Tears had looked at him earlier: he could pound his face in. 

As the crowd dispersed, Danny came up to Sam and Josh with a frown. 

“We should probably find Jake, huh?” 

“I wouldn’t be surprised if he ran all the way back to the festival grounds so he could hide in Dave’s van,” Josh replied. “But yeah, we should figure out where he went.” 

So the three gave the diner one last look and then started to walk down the road after Jake, discussing the odds that he would have hypothetically beat Pete in a fist fight. They were all in agreement that his chances weren’t great.

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Mafia 3

Okay so I’m gonna take the L and admit I’ve never played the other 2 games, I just watched the cut-scene movies on YouTube, and while I enjoyed the story and characters of the first 2, when I watched Mafia 3′s it DID something to me. So I actually went out and got the game so I can play it all myself.

First things first, I’m gonna wonder why people seem to hate this game so much until the day I die, sure it’s glitchy but not as bad as any Bethesda glitch I’ve seen and nothing game breaking, more or less just funny stuff like “lol that cop car exploded in the middle of the street. I’m gucci tho.”. I really like the time-period cause I actually like learning about the 60′s in American history because SO MUCH important stuff was set in motion back then. Others seem to not like how it’s nt focused on the Italian Mafia anymore and...sure?? I guess?? I mean they’re still there, you’re allied with some Italians while taking out the bigger Italian crime family (I think they’re mad that the protag is black and it’s an important part of the game tbh) And another complaint I see a lot is the games too repetitive, I think that’s the lamest excuse personally. I played this after I beat Far Cry 6, and honestly? It was NICE! I like being able to sneak and take people down, or just blow up everything!  Maybe it’s cause I’m autistic perhaps (ASD gang rise up!) but having a pattern was nice for me, I have a specific way of playing and it was fun. Hell, I’ve beat the game twice already cause it felt nice to play.

I know this game came out in 2016 and I’m way late to the party, I became aware of the Mafia series in 2021 and finally played Mafia 3 in March 2022. And I need to be physically restrained from playing it a third time lol.

Anyways onto the story and characters (SPOILERS BTW)

The story is so 😩👌💦💕 I love crime stories, I love historical fiction (sometimes...), I love seeing racists get CRUSHED, I love the time period, I love the music. It’s just AAHHHH so good!!!

Sure I guess a black Vietnam vet cruising around in 1960′s New Orleans isn't what you’d think when you imagine “American Mafia” but that’s a you problem at this rate, I’m having a great time.

I did like Tommy Angelo, and Vito Scaletta too, but Lincoln Clay is honestly my favorite of the 3 and I wish people looked at him and appreciated him more. Imma say something real controversial here: I know Vito is the fan favorite, he’s unofficially the face of the series now and while I DO LIKE HIM, I think... he makes a better side character in Mafia 3 (also low-key irritated Lincoln gets thrown to the wayside while everyone rushes to Vito). That’s just my personal opinion... also my man aged like milk, how is he 10 years younger than the Irish man dying of liver cancer and yet Burke has his hair color still while Vito looks so chewed up? lmao anyways yeah I do like Vito, when I pick up my kickback from him I always leave saying “Bye Peepaw!!”

Anyways, Lincoln comes back home from Vietnam and is ready to see his adopted family again, Sammy and Ellis Robinson (Father and Brother), Father James Ballard (Raised him in the orphanage before he got adopted and sticks around) and his other friends, Danny Burke and Giorgi Marcano. Without getting too much into it, Giorgi is the son of Sal Marcano, boss of the Marcano Crime Family (Which has power over Sammy Robinson and his Black Mob). Giorgi was friends with Lincoln, Ellis and Danny, but this whole time Sal had him playing the long game of eventually screwing them all over. It ends with Giorgi, Sal and an associate of the Dixie Mafia betraying them all after a job they did together (For Sammy to pay back Sal). Giorgi shoots Lincoln in the head, leaves him for dead, kills Danny, Richie Doucet (Dixie mafia) stabs Ellis to death and Sal shoots Sammy in the back. They burn down Sammy’s bar and in the flames Father James ran in looking for survivors and found Lincoln clinging onto life. Lincoln survives, but he lost his family, friends and was betrayed by someone he thought he could trust. And now he’s got the scar to prove it.

This ignites his revenge quest to wipe out the Marcano Crime family, and all the damage they’ve done to him, his community (Delray Hollow) and eventually the mess he’s made for his soon-to-be under bosses. And while he’s doing that he’s sworn to build up a crime family of his own and needs people he can fully trust.

When he’s recovering from the gunshot wound to the head, he tells Father James to call his old friend and contact from Vietnam, Donovan, who is currently working for the C.I.A. He drops everything and shows up willing to help Lincoln with his goal (btw their friendship is so great, it’s so sad Lincoln lost everyone but he’s got Donovan still and the writers did so great with their chemistry *chefs kiss*). While Lincoln’s recovering, Giorgi lets the Dixie Mafia move into Delray Hollow and turn it inside out. Donovan tracks down possible allies for Lincoln to get in touch with by the time he’s recovered.

The Under bosses:

Delray Hollow: Ran by Cassandra and her Haitian mob. (She’s also called the “Voodoo Queen” btw and she runs a Voodoo shop) You meet Cassandra  first and it’s a shaky start, Sammy’s Black Mob has been fighting with the Haitians beforehand so she has many reasons to not trust Lincoln, but since then now the Dixie Mafia took over, thanks to the Marcanos and is greatly harming the community with human trafficking and she wants them wiped out and she can’t do it alone. Cassandra has some painful history with the Dixie Mafia and she wants nothing more than to see them all dead.

River Row: Ran by Vito Scaletta and his Italian mob (that's loyal to him at least). After everything that happened in 2nd game, Vito found his way down here and had to work with Sal Marcano as one of his lieutenants, Vito’s miserable and Sal hates him but can;t do anything about it cause Leo Galante put him there. Sal did put Grecco, his nephew, into River Row to mess things up from the inside and make it look like Vito’s fault so Sal can finally have an excuse to put a hit out on him to not anger the Commission. Being screwed over and wanting to get back, Vito agrees to help Lincoln because this is personal for him too.

Point Verdun: Ran by Thomas Burke and his Irish mob. He did have a deal worked out with Marcanos prior, but at some point there was a failed shipment of Burke’s end and that made Sal insert someone else to take over his rackets, Barbieri, who brutally took over a crippled Burke’s leg. And after Danny, his son’s murder, Burke’s been spiraling into alcoholism and constant grief. He wants nothing more than to make Barbieri suffer for what he did to him and for the Marcanos to burn for murdering his son. Which makes him eventually side with Lincoln.

Thoughts and extra on the bosses: They all got folks that work under them as their own lieutenants, Cassandra has Emmanuel Lazare, Vito has Alma Diaz and Burke has his own daughter, Nicki Burke.  Unlike the other 2, Lincoln is actually friends with Nicki and they all used to hang out together. She’s mourning the loss of her younger brother and it’s clear there’s some tension between her and her father.

Nicki’s actually a lesbian and comes out to Lincoln, she even has a girlfriend. Burke already kind of knows somehow and does not approve of it, but they still have to work together, so it causes inner personal problems. ALSO SIDENOTE: It was kind of refreshing seeing gay characters in a crime based video game, Nicki is a lesbian, Lincoln is a supportive ally (may or may not be bi/pan himself cause of his response to Nicki after she asks him about his thoughts...) and in one of the DLC’s, there's a side character named Oscar who’s a gay Vietnam vet and Lincoln gives him a job at the renovated Sammy’s bar.

While they may be side characters, I still appreciated it, and because of that dialogue between him and Nicki, it does strongly suggest he might be bisexual, so I’m def taking it and running with it. You can play a bi protag at least and I love my bisexual headcanons.

The Main Antagonists:

Sal Marcano: Sal is the Don of The Marcano Crime family. He does have a pretty interesting history and how he got to where he is now. I won’t deny that, but he’s a master of fucking over people he works with just because they were deemed useless. He did it to Sammy, once Sammy was having problems with the Haitians and short on his kickback, that was his death sentence along with his sons. He was doing it to Burke, who had a shipment go missing and that was a sign he needed an immediate replacement. Working on Vito, who just hated him and was willing to mess up his whole rackets just so he can be allowed to put a hit on him. And let’s not forget his racism at all, he knowingly works with the Southern Union and the Dixie Mafia that do lynchings/hate crimes and specifically target the black folk in New Bordeaux. He keeps using slurs when talking about Lincoln. So...yeah. This dude sucks lol.

Giorgi Marcano: Sal’s only son and the Under boss of the Marcano Crime Family, unlike his dad, he was given his life on a silver platter and is a typical spoiled rich kid with a gun who thinks he owns everyone. Hey may have been Lincoln’s “friend” at one point, but either he was playing a long game or that friendship was truly one sided if he could be fine with shooting him in the head when the time came. (I’m looking at everyone sideways who stan him btw). He worked with Ritchie Doucet, the leader of the Dixie Mafia and let them take over Delray Hollow to abuse and traffic folks in the community there after he thought Lincoln was dead. Racist little spoiled brat with access to weapons and a Daddy’s boy. I hate this rat. In his dying breath, he could have tried to make peace with Lincoln and apologize or something, but it was clear he never saw Lincoln like that at all.

YES I AM LOOKING AT PEOPLE SIDEWAYS IF I SEE PEOPLE STAN GIORGI, SHIP HIM WITH LINCOLN OR TRY TO SOFTEN HIM UP IN ANYWAY. I’VE HAD IT, YOU’RE ALL ON A LIST NOW!...anyways. There’s a whole lot of Capos and Lieutenants that work under them but I’m not really gonna get into em all.

There’s other characters and the DLC’s now I can get to instead.

Father James Ballard: Ran the orphanage before it got shut down and has known Lincoln since he was a child. Kind of an Uncle figure. WW2 Vet and kept close to the Robinson’s. Now....why I understand why he doesn't want Lincoln to go down the path he does go down....cause seeing a loved one do that kind of stuff is painful... I also...REAALLLY...don’t like him.  A whole family got wiped out, Lincoln lost so much and is scarred from it, the people that did the killings are also ruining the Hollow and making it worse. If Lincoln did just, after healing, decide to listen to Father James and not do anything, things would have been WORSE. The Marcanos would have full control, the Dixie Mafia would have free reign, The Southern Union would have gotten stronger. AND IT’S DOUBLY INFURIATING IN ONE THE DLC’S: THE SIGN OF THE TIMES! Lincoln’s adopted family was killed, Father James knew them, sure they were a mob but they were still individual people who loved and cared for each other. And yet he wants Lincoln to let go of his revenge and just leave. BUT THEN THERE’S THIS CREEPY ASS WHITE SUPREMACIST CULT THAT FUCKS UP A WHITE GIRL WHO’S A COMPLETE STRANGER AND THE JAMES IS LIKE “Okay Lincoln, take them out.” AND IT’S JUST SO-...no diss to the white girl though, Anna, she was a victim and it’s tragic what happens in her story, but idk man. James bothers me.

John Donovan: I already talked about him a little bit, but him and Lincoln met in Vietnam where Lincoln was assigned to work with him on an ops mission for the C.I.A. Lincoln learned a lot, including psychological warfare which he uses against the Marcanos later. They eventually got really close, to the point that John dropped everything and ruined his C.I.A career to work with Lincoln in building his own crime empire. He’s a fun character, he’s very chaotic, and him and Lincoln bounce off each other really well, no wild card/straight man dynamic, they’re both wild cards in their own right. I think the game is trying to frame Father James and Donovan as the Angel and Devil on Lincoln’s shoulders and, like, sure, okay, Father James is like “Don’t do it!” while Donovan is like “LETS FUCKIN GOOO!” and neither character really likes each other. James is priest and John is an atheist so the usual clash there too. I’ve made my thoughts clear on James. Donovan though is just willing to do the most for Lincoln and in a DLC he asks him for his help with his own problems that’s started before they even met. And Lincoln gladly helps him. It’s a real “I’m here for you and I hope when the time comes you’re here for me” kinda friendship. Anyways, despite leaving the C.I.A and becomes involved in criminal organizations, John is dead-set to find out who really organized the JFK assassination and finds that Sal Marcano has ties to politicians and others in the country to he goes off on his own manhunt. It’s a fun time. Good time. Don’t watch live political hearings on TV at the time though cause you might see someone get blasted.

The DLC’s

Sign of the Times: A creepy cult called the “Ensanglante” infests the burned remains of Sammy’s bar and Lincoln and Father James discover this on their way to pay the old place a visit. A young girl runs out terrified and men chase after her. After James takes the girl to a safe place and Lincoln investigates what they were doing in the bar. The learn the girl is named Anna McGee and the cult was doing a ritual in the bar because of the past human suffering in there, the murder of Lincoln’s family. The Ensanglante preforms rituals in places where people have suffered, like old slave market areas, a middle school that burned down, a plantation house etc. It’s run by a woman named Bonnie Harless who indoctrinated Anna into the cult through manipulation and promising she’ll be loved. It just left Anna abused and out of her own mind and miserable. This side story isn't really crime orientated, but it’s taking down a creepy racist cult and it gets really trippy sometimes. In my Father James bit I said a little about this already. Bonnie is a creepy bitch and off her rocker, Anna’s story is so tragic what happens to her. The cult does get wiped out and after that Lincoln meets with his aunt Lily and they restore Sammy’s bar into a functioning club again and as a memorial to Sammy and Ellis. 

Faster, Baby!: You go to Sinclair Parish, a sun-down town outside of New Bordeaux that’s run by a corrupt Sheriff “Slim” Beaumont, who wants to keep the town white, even if that means making people who oppose him disappear. There’s civil rights activists who are ran by another of one of Lincoln’s allies in the main game, “The Voice” (Charles Laveau). One of their members who was carrying the evidence that they compiled against was murdered by the sheriff and they need to get it. The Voice’s daughter, Roxy joins and works alongside Lincoln to take down this entire corrupt police force with the help of her friend, M.J, another Vietnam vet who just wants to see his hometown become better. A pretty fun DLC, a lot of car chaos and destruction, brings ACAB to a whole new level. Lincoln and Roxy kinda got a thing going on (I think Lincoln likes girls who bully him lol), and it is pretty cute, especially near the end of the story, Lincoln hears something he really needed to hear to give him comfort and it’s pretty sweet (WELL IT WOULD BE SWEET IF ROXY DIDN'T IMMEDIATELY LEAVE BACK FOR GEORGIA RIGHT AFTER SHE GOT SOME DICK FROM HIM 😭). Not crime focused either, but a lot of fun and with M.J you can actually grow weed and make new strands to actually sell to the districts you take over in the main game. Roxy’s cool, even if it does kinda hurt if I think too much that she just said all the right things to get into Lincoln’s pants but....I’m not gonna judge her either cause he really...👀💦. She’s got a really cool car you get when you beat the story. M.J is cool, Vietnam vet, turned pot smoking/growing, racism fighting hippie. You also get a hippie van from him later when level up the grow operations, and I love me some hippie vans.

Stones Unturned: Donovan calls onto Lincoln for his help once someone from his past starts showing up in New Bordeaux and stirs up some shit. You meet one of Donovan’s old allies, a former C.I.A agent now turned bounty hunter Robert Marshall and he joins in the hunt down for Conner Aldridge. You learn more about John and Connor’s history, they used to work together and be friends but Connor turned his back on America and started feeding intel to the NVA. Eventually John found out and they had a violent falling out. Aldridge’s face got scarred and Donovan’s hand got really messed up. Aldridge’s main goal is to sell information on the U.S to all their enemies, from Vietnam to Cuba. There’s a lot of heavy weapons in this DLC and military grade vehicles. You even leave New Bordeaux to somewhere in Cuba to infiltrate a bunker to get the warhead and hunt down Aldridge. Very much more of a war/action plot than a crime plot, even though I guess John’s brand of shady is better than Connor’s brand of shady (??), still very fun to see more interactions with Lincoln and Donovan. Lincoln even forces him to open up more, that’s how we learn more about Aldridge (I still think he’s hiding more from Lincoln cause that anger felt more visceral...hmm). You first reach Cuba and it’s BEAAUUTTIFULLL, the water is so blue omg it’s so pretty. Robert Marshall is a weird guy, I see why him and John are friends. He’s a little unhinged but over all he’s friendly??in his own weird little way. You actually get bounty hunting missions from, only 3 though, once you’re back in town, and he offers this pretty handy sniping service. Connor as a villain is something alright, not saying he’s a bad character but I do wish there was more information you could have uncovered with Donovan. And he’s pretty nihilistic about the war and America and stuff and as someone who personally is pessimistic about how America is now...uhh...can’t say I blame him. Though selling weapons to people who wanna blast us to the Fallout Universe, that’s not cool. Nooo nope no sir, don’t like that. Anyways, the DLC is a good time. Less of a heavy story than the other 2 which is good cause I don’t wanna feel totally miserable lol

The order in which the DLC’s came out isn't an indicator of a timeline either, there’s no real set timeline in the game. Just the main plot begins during Mardi Gras in 1968, Lincoln needs his time to recover, and the only other indicator is on Anna’s gravestone so I’m assuming at least Sign of the Times is the first one and takes place when Lincoln’s trying to get his under bosses together. That’s a me thing tho, I’m a stickler for timelines and stuff like that.

BUT ANYWAYS I TYPED A LOT SO MUCH OMG I JUST WANTED TO GIVE MY THOUGHTS ON THE GAME AND THE BASIC RUN DOWN OF THE STORY AND CHARACTERS LOL

MAYBE I’LL SHARE MORE HEADCANONS LATER AND SHIZZ CAUSE IT’S SUCH A HYPERFIXATION RIGHT NOW AND EVEN ON MY ART BLOG I MADE SOME FANART K BYE

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heyy may I request a family fluff modren au oneshots with jonathan joestar? ty!

A/N: Since you said family... I thought I’d add the rest of Jonathan’s (and Dio’s bleh) kids with George II AND Danny! :)

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“Thank You For This.” (Jonathan Joestar x Reader)

Warnings: none!

Description: On the Saturday after the last day of school for your eldest boys, you invite the entire family to a picnic at the local park. Though you face some challenges before getting to that first…

NOTE: P/P/T stands for “preferred parent title.” This one-shot is gender-neutral, I want all to be comfortable! 💙

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“Boyyys! Shoes. We’re leaving soon. We need to get a good spot to eat at the park so get ‘em on.” you call out from the kitchen.

It’s a Saturday afternoon, the sun is extra bright out in your beloved city of New York and summer is the season many students have waited for. Your sons just as excited.

George has just finished up his 8th year in middle school, Giorno’s 3rd in elementary and Donatello’s 2nd in elementary. Rikiel and Ungalo are yet to start. They’ll be going once the breezy fall/autumn season is back.

It takes a lot to take care of 5 boys in one household. Though luckily your job becomes a bit easier when your archaeologist husband, Jonathan Joestar, gets a few days off. And thus, you plan out family hang outs here and there. This time, spending a day at the park to celebrate your boys’ achievements.

You use a rolling pin to knead at the cookie dough on the counter. You had already baked up some double chocolate chip cookies but decided to make some sugar cookies as well as George, Girono and Donatello prefer them. The two youngest of the 5 having a sweeter tooth. And your husband of course not caring, the large man will eat everything his sons leave over.

You sigh as you don’t hear any noise from the top floor. You stop your kneading and go to wash your hands under the faucet. You dry them off on your apron and walk up the steps. Your ears are filled with loud noise and your eyes widen. You just walked into a chaotic scene.

There in the room in full view from the stairs lays a sleeping Donatello under a large pile of blankets. Giorno is in the bathroom brushing his teeth while Jonathan attempts to fix his messy hair. George’s door is closed and loud with the sound of video games inside. And the sight that has confused you the most- a naked Ungalo getting chased around by a Rikiel in pull ups with a towel. Danny barks behind the toddlers, Ungalo giggles as Danny reaches his side.

“Hey, what-“

You’re cut off when George exits his room and brushes past you with his face glued to his phone. You question your oldest as he approaches the stairs, texting god knows who.

“George, what the hell happened-“

“Don’t ask me. Dad only told me to get ready and I did that.” George replies in a blunt tone. He puts his phone in his pocket and pats the side of his leg, he mouthes a “come on” to Danny. The dog runs over and heaves happily as George pats his head. They both rush down to the first floor.

You place your hands on your hips and huff in disbelief. The youngest run past you, your face scrunching up as you grumble lowly. You manage to catch Ungalo by grabbing him by the shoulders and picking him up by the waist. You grab the towel from a dazed Rikiel and wrap it around your naked son. Ungalo wraps his little legs and arms around you as you direct Rikiel to go to his room and wait for you. The 3 year old pouts as he pads his way down. You sigh shaking your head as you approach Donatello’s room and knock on his opened door multiple times.

“Come on! Wake up, wake up. I told you to get enough sleep last night. And get those blankets off of you, you’ll overheat.” you exclaim aggressively. Your middle child groans, his arm reaches out as if there’s an alarm clock next to him. Ungalo giggles as he pulls at your apron and points over at a now ready Giorno walking down to join his older brother. ‘At least 2 of the 5 are ready’ you think ‘and the dog…” you add on humorously.

Half of your husband’s stature appears from outside the bathroom. He dries his hands with a small towel and walks out. He closes the door and looks at you. You lift an eyebrow.

“Jonathan…” you mutter frustratedly. A clueless Jonathan looks up.

“Yes, my love?”

You point at the naked boy in your arms, the boy sleeping under piles of blankets and the half-naked boy sitting on the bed carelessly swinging his feet. You place a hand on your hip.

“What is the meaning behind all this? Our youngest are practically naked-“ you lock eyes with Ungalo, you sigh “well…one is naked. And one is still asleep. Only 2 are ready! What’s going on? I thought you were good at controlling them while I’m busy…”

Jonathan laughs soundlessly, taking Ungalo from your arms and placing a kiss on your forehead. You groan.

“It’s no time to be lovey dovey here… I’m yet to prepare the sandwiches for everyone.”

“And I’m not trying to be, it’s just who I am. I want you to be calm. Let me explain.” he says with a sweet voice. You frown as you cross your arms and look down at your feet.

He walks over to Ungalo’s and Rikiel’s shared bedroom. He places Ungalo on the bed as he goes into their closet and picks out outfits for them. You stand at the doorway and watch him get your sons dressed.

“I was going to dress these boys first but Giorno told me he wanted to try a new hairstyle as he’s grown it out and plans to dye it blonde. So I helped him out with that. Donatello had already gotten up-“ he laughs a little, your mind wondering how he’s able to keep so positive as you’re worried that you won’t get the best spot at the park. “But he somehow fell asleep again after he played with Ungalo and Rikiel. He actually helped me shower them too so he must’ve fallen asleep before he dressed them fully.”

Ungalo happily runs out with his shoes in hand, telling his father that he can tie them himself. Jonathan nods in response and finishes tying Rikiel’s shoes. Rikiel giggles following after Ungalo. He smiles lovingly, you blink, a blank expression on your face. Your gaze going from Donatello finally standing up to get ready and back to him innocently smiling. You exhale through your nose.

“Okay, I believe you. Your story sounds- fine. But I’m still confused as to why you didn’t do anything about the boys and Danny chasing each other.” you ask with genuine uncertainty. Jonathan shakes his head.

“Well, that one’s on me. Which I apologize for. Even though I asked Donatello to dress them, I don’t blame him. All I did was tell them to go to their room while I helped Giorno. In truth, I feel Girono could’ve done everything himself but I wanted to bond with each of our sons before I go to work again. George and I even spoke before you were awake. I come home late often and don’t get to see all unless one or more of them are awake.” he places a hand over his heart “I swear an event like this will never happen again. Please do not stress, you know I don’t like seeing you that way.”

You hum, uncrossing your arms as you think. Well he only is one person, what do you expect? Your boys just got done with school too, they must be tired and desiring to sleep in most days.

Jonathan nears you and wraps his arms around your waist, he pecks the side of your mouth. You hum again, embarrassed at how angry you got. He knows you well, so he goes on to say,

“Don’t be embarrassed. You deal with them more than me. So it’s understandable that you got upset. Go downstairs and finish up. I’ll deal with Donatello, okay?” he caresses your cheek, his touch always soothes you. You hesitantly remove his hand and nod. You go down and become content when all your boys offer to help.

~Time Skip~

An hour later, you all arrive at the park. Lucky for you, a grassy area near a playground is open.

Jonathan lays out a large blanket for you all to sit on. You set down the two baskets of food and goodies and let your family get comfortable in their own seats.

“I call the PBJ!” Giorno calls out. Ungalo pouts and crosses his arm, he nudges at your sleeve.

“But I want that…” he says sadly. You laugh, searching through one of the baskets.

“Oh honey, don’t worry. I’m sure we have one more…”

You give him one and smile when he hugs your side. All the others ask of you and Jonathan for things and activities as the day goes on.

“Dad, can I go for a quick walk around the park?” George asks.

“P/P/T, may I have a cookie?” Rikiel asks shyly.

“Can I go play fetch with Danny? I’ll stay near, I promise.” Donatello asks.

“I want to look at the garden- can we go after they’re done playing?” Giorno asks as he points at Ungalo and Rikiel playing tag with the other kids at the playground.

You and Jonathan never said no to their questions. You love and trust them with all your being- them going against you is low in chances.

You collect your belongings and go to the garden Giorno asked to go to. You hold a basket in front of you as you watch Giorno educate his brothers about the different plants and insects. Your heart melts as George picks up Rikiel and Donatello pick ups Ungalo to help them inspect the taller plants.

Jonathan removes the basket from your hands and places them in front of you both. You look at him confused. He smiles as he takes your hand and kisses the back of it.

“Thank you for this.” he whispers. You rolls your eyes playfully as you mindlessly ask,

“For what?”

“For giving me a family… I wouldn’t ask for anything in this world aside from pure happiness for you and our boys. You all keep me going and I appreciate you the most for that.”

You’re a blushing mess as he leans in and kisses you. You kiss back, true love can be seen by outsiders. You locks arms with him and place your head on his shoulder.

You and your husband resume to watching your sons bond and blossom.

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Opportunity Pt 5

pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

genre: lowkey angst, but it ends fluffy I promise

warnings: swearing, mentions of blood, self-deprecation, please read with caution :(

word count: 1394

a/n: hey babes :) it’s finally here! part five <3 let me know if you want to be tagged in this series.

oh and Y/F/M = your favorite movie

Y/F/R = your favorite restaurant 

part 1  part 2  part 3  part 4

Y/N’s POV

Corpse and I had been seeing each other romantically for a few weeks. He was always so sweet, and every time we were together it felt like nothing else existed. Of course, everything else was still there when we parted ways, and that was the reason I found Corpse’s apartment in the state that I did.

I had knocked a couple times with no answer, sighing as I pushed my hair out of my face. I texted him, I called… No answer. I tried the doorknob, and the front door was unlocked. I hesitated, opening the door slowly, and looking around the room to see if he was there. When I didn’t see him, I started to get worried. What if he was sick, what if he was hurt? I set my stuff down on the couch before moving to investigate the rest of the apartment. The door to his office creaked quietly as I nudged it open. His screen was lit, and he had YouTube and Twitter open on both screens. It looked like his headphones were thrown off and his chair was pushed across the room.

I moved on to his bedroom, hoping to have better luck there. The door was closed completely, and I hissed as my bare feet stepped onto broken glass on the floor. Now he’s breaking things? I moved to step back and let out a yelp as a piece dug further into the underside of my foot. “Fuck!” The door to the bedroom opened quickly, a concerned but admittedly awful looking Corpse staring at me as I leaned on the wall across from the doorway. 

“What happened?” He asked quietly. I picked the piece off the bottom of my foot, wincing as the blood started flowing faster out of the cut. “Oh shit. Shit, shit, shit,” he whispered, rushing to the bathroom to grab his first aid kit. I sighed, placing my thumb over the cut to try and stop the bleeding. I appreciated that he was worried about me but I didn’t want him to stress himself out over this. He came back quickly, telling me to sit on the floor so he could look at my foot for me.

“Corpse,” I said quietly, reaching to brush my fingers against his shoulder. He didn’t answer, continuing to clean my cut and make sure there was no glass still in it. “Baby…”

“I don’t think you need stitches.” He put some butterfly bandaids and a wrap around my foot, his hands coming to rest on my ankles once he was done. “I’m sorry…” he whispered.

“Why are you sorry?” He sighed, moving to lay his head on my stomach as I leaned against the wall. I carded my fingers through his hair, rubbing his temples gently as he breathed deeply.

“I don’t mean to be such a mess.”

“You’re not a mess, sweetie.” He sat up, looking at me with a frown etched into his features. 

“Yes I am. If I wasn’t a mess, I wouldn’t have let the stress of my job get to me, and I wouldn’t have broken that vase, and you wouldn’t have cut your foot open. If I wasn’t a mess, this day would have been just like normal, and we would be on the couch watching some dumb movie and talking about our days. I don’t want to mess this up, us up, by being a mess. It isn’t fair for you.” He had tears welling up in his eyes by that point, and I could hear the strain in his voice. I sighed, gently pulling him to lean on the wall next to me and pulling his chin so he would face me.

“Corpse, baby… I want you to listen to me, okay?” He nodded, sniffling as a tear rolled down his cheek. “You are a mess, I will agree with you there. But I don’t care because you are my mess. I would rather come in here to this than have you bottle your feelings up and hide things from me. I was worried that you were sick, or that you hurt yourself, but I’m glad that you’re okay. And whenever you want to, you can talk to me about what’s been bothering you.” I brushed the tears from his cheeks smiling softly. “You’re not by yourself anymore, I hate to break it to you.” He laughed breathily, hugging me to his chest.

“Thank you,” he whispered, pressing a kiss to my head. “Let me clean this up so we don’t have another incident.” He stood, heading to the kitchen to grab the broom. I watched as he disappeared and reappeared around the corner again with his broom in hand. Once the mess was cleaned, he reached his hands down to help me stand from the floor. “I don’t know if you should be walking.”

“I’m okay.” He stared down at me for a second before hooking his hands behind my knees. “Oh my god, what are you doing?” I shrieked, wrapping my legs and arms around him. 

“Carrying you to the couch, duh.” I sighed, accepting my fate and setting my head on his shoulder as we made our way to the living room. He set me down on the couch gently, smiling as I pouted up at him. “Why are you pouting, baby?” I shrugged, grabbing for his hands. “I’m gonna come sit with you, just give me a minute. Think you can handle that?” He chuckled.

“I guess so,” I sighed jokingly.

Corpse’s POV

I made my way back to my bedroom to grab my phone, leaving a very pouty Y/N on the couch. I texted Sean asking what I should do for her when she doesn’t feel good, and he told me to order from her favorite restaurant and watch Y/F/M with her. I placed a delivery order from Y/F/R and grabbed a hoodie for her before heading back to the living room.

“Here you go, baby.” She slid the hoodie over her head, her hands covered by the sleeves as she reached for me again. I gave in, sitting next to her so she could cuddle into my side. How could I not give in to her when she looks like that and says things like “You’re not by yourself anymore, I hate to break it to you” when I have an absolute meltdown. I turned on the movie Sean had told me to, earning a squeal from her.

“How did you know this is my favorite movie?” I shrugged.

“I guessed.” She raised an eyebrow at me, calling my bullshit. “I asked Sean what to do when you don’t feel good,” I confessed, my cheeks heating up.

“That’s really sweet, I appreciate it.” There was a knock at the door and I grinned, grabbing the food from the hallway. I brought the bag to the living room, setting it on the coffee table and she gasped. “And my favorite food?”

“Of course. Anything for you, baby.”  I said, pressing a kiss to her lips. Her eyes started welling up and I got worried that I had done something wrong. “Oh no, what’s wrong?” She laughed, wiping her eyes with the sleeves of my hoodie.

“Nothing is wrong. Nothing at all.” I sat down next to her, grabbing her hands in mine.

“Why are you crying?”

“I just… I’ve never had someone care about me like this. Except Sean, but he’s on the other side of the Earth. I’m always the one doing the caring, so I… I just really, really… appreciate you, that’s all.” I smiled gently, pulling her chin up so I could look in her eyes. 

“All you’ve done for the past, what? Three months?” She nodded. “All you have done is care about me. You feed me, you make sure I take my meds, you make sure that I’m drinking water and trying to take a break every once in a while. You make me happy, so I want to make sure that you’re happy. It’s the least I can do.” She dug her face into my neck and I felt the tears against my skin. “You deserve the world, Y/N,” I whispered.

“So do you, dummy.”

“Dummy?” I laughed, pulling away to look at her.

“Yes, dummy. But my dummy.”

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What’s up babies? I missed you guys! I was re-reading this and it made me laugh because I really just wrote my love languages out. Acts of Service and Physical Touch? Sign me up.

Anyways, I have a few more essays and finals coming up soon, so I’m not 100% sure when the next part will be, but I will try to do some little blurbs and things with Corpse in the meantime, so if you have any ideas, or you want to be added to a taglist where I tag you everything Corpse, let me know :)

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[lost-in-fanfic]

The Woman - Thomas Shelby x reader (Part 2)

A/N: So here is part 2, I hope you all enjoy it. Part 1 link below. Not my Gif and please don’t steal my work :)

Warnings: Mention of killing, quiet a bit of bad language. 

A brief summary: After receiving a mysterious note, Tommy is about to meet with the woman hired to kill him. 

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

Word Count: 2538

“This is fucking mental Tommy!” Arthur shouted for the tenth time that morning. After Tommy had run out of The Garrison last night without warning Polly had demanded to see the note. He had consequently spent the rest of the night, and now this morning stood in the kitchen at Watery Lane being told he was making a stupid mistake. Gripping the back of the chair, Tommy let out an exasperated sigh, his patience was wearing thin and it was time he headed to his meeting. He had been to meetings with people who wanted to kill him before, but normally he manged to get the business done without any of the others realising what he was up to. “Thomas,” Polly was leaning against the fireplace looking at her nephew, his eyes staring down at the floor, “when you get a note, from someone who won’t even give their name, saying they have been hired to kill you, it isn’t generally a good idea to go and sit down for a cosy chat. At least let Arthur and John hide in the backroom.” She was just as tired of arguing as Tommy. Tired of watching him seek out ways to find danger, it came easily enough in their lives, why did he have to always hold the door open for it? Finally, he looked up at her, then Tommy straightened up as he pulled his peaky cap onto his head, fastened his coat, and moved to the door. “Today is going to be a busy day here. Arthur and John, keep an eye on the bets and don’t forget to watch Sam Guest, he’s won a fucking lot recently and no one gets that lucky on a fixed race. Polly it’s safe count day.” He opened the door and stepped onto the street just before he closed the door behind him, he turned back and said, “and if any of you set foot in The Garrison this morning, I will shoot you myself.” With that he slammed the door and headed up the road.

Tommy pulled out his keys, finding the correct one for the back door of The Garrison knowing that the front door would still be bolted from the inside this time of day, however as he drew closer to the pub, he could see the front door wasn’t locked at all. In fact, it stood ever so slightly open with no sign of damage to suggest it had been forced. Tommy took his gun from its holster and held it up as he slowly pushed open the door, just for a second he pictured the ambush he was about to walk into and thought to himself he should probably have brought John and Arthur after all.

(Y/N) had arrived early that morning, keen to be as prepared as always. She had made a note of the heavy sliding bolts on the front door the night before, and when a small argument had broken out earlier in the night and distracted the barman, she had taken the opportunity to check exactly where the back door was and find out just how easy that lock would be to pick. This should be a day like any other in her life, but that morning she had found herself strangely nervous to meet with Tommy and regretted her rash decision to arrange a face-to-face meeting.  In her career she had developed a policy of never giving out her name and only met with people face to face on rare occasions. The only time she had broken this rule was with people she was certain would not be a threat to her in the future, such as grateful targets that she decided to let live or the odd desperate housewife. Tommy Shelby was definitely not desperate and could very possibly be the biggest danger to her future she had ever faced, yet here she sat waiting for him.

When he entered the pub the last thing Tommy had truly expected was one woman, sat on her own at a table in the middle of the room. She had moved the other chairs away from it so there was just one for her and one for him. Leant back smoking she looking as relaxed as if she owned the place and he were walking into her territory, not the other way around. This woman, however, could not have stood out more against the grey of Small Heath. Her hair was shinning in the light coming through the dusty windows, each strand perfectly in place, her bright green dress fitted each part of her body perfectly and was so stylish she would have looked more at home in one of Ada’s magazines than sat in The Garrison. Tommy was so taken aback he did not even realise he was still pointing his gun at her.

“I did promise not to kill you during this conversation Mr Shelby, I would appreciate it if you lowered your gun.” Her voice was like silk as it reached him and without really meaning to, he put his gun away, closing the door behind him. She motioned to the seat opposite her for him to sit down, but her initial spell over him seemed to weaken somewhat as he realised he was not accustomed to being offered a seat in his own pub. Instead, he walked over to the bar, leaning against it he took a cigarette from his case and rolled it over his lips before striking a match and lighting it. All the while never breaking eye contact with the woman before him. (Y/N) refused to let his stare cause her to back down, she looked straight back at him. Quickly though she realised how right she had been in thinking that meeting Tommy like this was a big risk, his eyes seemed to be seeing right into her, and she was fairly sure if one of them did not break the silence soon there was a very big chance her carefully built defences would crumble. Exhaling his first draw on his cigarette Tommy decided to take the opportunity to try and control the conversation. “Well, you know my name, seems only fair you should tell me yours.” His voice oozed with confidence and sent a thrill deep into (Y/N)’s core. “I’ll tell you what Mr Shelby, how about I ask what I need to know so I can make my decision and at the end of the conversation you can ask me any question you like, which I swear I will answer honestly. If knowing my name is still important then, I shall give you the truth. Alternatively, I could just give you a fake name now and we can go into this telling lies.” She matched his confidence with every word, putting out her cigarette as she finished, showing she was ready to get down to business.

Tommy couldn’t help but allow the smallest of smiles to tug at the corner of his mouth as he sat down opposite her unbuttoning his coat and motioning for her to continue. “As I said, I am here to decide if you deserve to die.” She began, “Almost certainly do.” Tommy’s answer cut across her, she wasn’t expecting him to speak yet, and would never have imagined that would be the answer he gave. Raising her eyebrow slightly she scanned his face, his jaw was set and eyes fixed, there was no hint that he was joking or even scared of the idea of dying.

“Mr Shelby, my client has hired me for a specific reason. I have several rules in my business and one of them is I will only carry out the contract if that reason is justified, regardless of whatever else maybe true of the person.” She paused as Tommy flicked his ash into the tray, his face was expressionless, but there was something in his eyes. (Y/N) was convinced that she had never seen a more crystal-clear blue in her life and although they seemed cold and calculating she had a gut feeling that if only she knew him better, they would be the only key to reading how he felt. Tommy said nothing, he had never been more intrigued by a woman so quickly and he wanted to ensure he paid attention to everything she said, after all this woman may yet try to kill him.

“I am here to get your side of the story, regarding Daniel Owen better known as Danny Whiz-Bang.” Whatever Tommy had been expecting her to say it certainly wasn’t that. (Y/N) noticed the way his eyes unwittingly widened in shock, once again she had surprised him putting him entirely on the back foot, she had always relished being in control of every situation and there was something even more intoxicating about having any sort of power over a man like Thomas Shelby.

The end of Tommy’s cigarette glowed as he inhaled deeply, taking the opportunity of a brief pause to get himself back in check. “Daniel Owens was killed by Billy Kimber. I killed Billy Kimber. End of story.” His voice was deep and controlled as he tried to reveal as little emotion as possible. (Y/N) leant forward slightly, the fact that he didn’t fully understand why she was here excited her. “I know that. My client is more interested in the fact he was there at all, after all you had already killed him yourself, hadn’t you?” Tommy decided enough was enough, putting out his cigarette he leant forward to match her, “who the fuck is your client?” his tone had changed it dripped with menace and power. “I told you Mr Shelby, I will answer one question at the end. Don’t worry,” she could see his eyes darkening, there were only so many times you could poke a stick at a dangerous animal before it attacked, and she felt she had pushed her luck far enough. “I only have one more question for you, why did you let Danny Whiz-Bang live?” her tone was different, she was no longer toying with him, vying for control, she genuinely wanted to know why he hadn’t just killed him. If Tommy were more of a fool, he would have thought she cared.

“Danny Whiz-bang didn’t kill that Italian, the monster that lived in the mud in his head did. He brought that monster back from France, he saved my life over there in that mud, so I killed the monster and sent Danny away so he could try and clean his head out.” It was the truth; he had known since they returned from France that Danny had no control at times. Tommy had brought his own monster back with him and the thought of what that monster could turn him into is what kept him fighting.

“Very well.” (Y/N) had listened to every word he had said, the honesty in his voice was clear. This time she found herself on the back foot, the truth concealed just the tiniest shred of vulnerability and that was something she had not expected to find. Over his shoulder she spotted two silhouettes, which she strongly suspected of belonging to his brothers, hovering by the door. “Thank you for meeting with me this morning Mr Shelby.” Standing up she slipped into her white coat and made towards the back room and the door she had come in through earlier. “Hang on,” said Tommy standing up as well, “you owe me a question remember? A deal is a deal.” His eyes were back to being their calm crystal blue, if there had been a moment in which he had been even close to vulnerable it had passed. There was, however, a slight tinge of desperation to keep her there in his voice which even Tommy wouldn’t have been able to explain. (Y/N) turned back to him and nodded. “What’s your name? I assume from your note it starts with W.” There were other more important questions he should probably ask, like if she was still going to try and kill him, but all he wanted to know was her name. (Y/N) couldn’t stop a small soft smile from forming and she bit her bottom lip to try and stop it. Every single part of her willed her to lie, or distract him, she couldn’t risk giving any part of herself to him. Not even her name was safe to give, but even the strongest woman can’t hold out fully under the gaze of those eyes. “I use the W for business. My name is (Y/N), oh and by the way I think your brothers are getting impatient.” She replied, nodding towards the door where Arthur and John were waiting. As Tommy turned to look, she silently slipped away, gone by the time he turned back.

He stood there stuck in silence for a moment, her name playing through his head like a song, as if she had placed him under a spell again. It was only a first name though and he felt cheated, he had clearly meant both names. Tommy Shelby did not like being cheated. He gathered himself together and then went out the front where Arthur and John were stood with guilty faces. “We didn’t come in Tom.” John said as soon as he walked out, he sounded like a child that had been caught going for the biscuit tin. Tommy didn’t care though, he just wanted to know where (Y/N) was going. “Round the back, she’s wearing a white coat, you can see her green dress hanging out the bottom and she’s got (y/h/c) hair. Follow her and tell me where she goes.” He barely looked at them just gave the order and began to move back to the house. “She?” said Arthur, “The killers a she?” his confusion evident. “Yes Arthur, a woman, now go before you lose her.” Tommy strode off. “Polly is gunna love this.” Muttered John. The brothers hurried around the corner looking for the white coat and green dress. “Watch out!” shouted Arthur as he turned the corner colliding straight into a woman wearing all black. “Sorry.” She muttered scurrying up the street.

When Tommy had turned his back (Y/N) had moved quickly, going to where she had left a bag earlier by the back door. Knowing she only had moments she pulled off her coat, grabbed out a black skirt that she put on to cover the bottom of her dress, turned her coat inside out so it was now black and put it on over the top. Looking down she checked that no green was now showing. Next, she took out a wig that was several shades darker than her natural colour, it pulled on easily as she gathered her own hair up. Finally, a simple black hat with a vail to cover her face. Checking quickly in the mirror she was pleased to see she looked just like a young widow, not an unusual sight in Small Heath. Leaving out the back door she rounded the corner and walked straight into Arthur Shelby, muttering apologies she moved out of his way and headed back to the boarding house.

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[sanchoyo]

danny phantom season 2, ep 12-16 thoughts! these episodes, in comparison to the first 10 or so, felt way more laid back and low-stakes, which I appreciate sometimes. I didn't appreciate how lazy jack's halfa design was in masters of time, it made me so annoyed I redesigned it. 👎🏻 u_u

see prev episode thoughts in this tag <3

-'picking a fight with me and my upgraded form!' 'you upgraded to a mullet?' DANNNNY. YOU CANT SAY THAT TO TECHNUS. YOUVE HAD A MULLET TWICE NOW ('fun' split danny, and evil future danny BOTH HAD THEM). I HAVE THE RECEIPTS.

-danny seeing technus hurting valerie and yelling I AM GOING TO BREAK YOU IN HALF. SAMEEEE <3

-axion labs is now a part of vladco. FUCK YOU VLAD. hes not even really IN this episode, but just thought I'd throw out a nice fuck you anyway.

-'capable of blasting a single person into space in (2) minutes!' tucker. that would kill someone. i mean yeah they might get to space, but theres NO WAY THEY WOULDNT CATCH FIRE, OR THEIR ORGANS WOULDNT LIQUIFY BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN. THEY'D PROBABLY PASS OUT BEFORE THEN, BUT. ...no, okay, I get why vlad bought this company. this is RIGHT up his alley.

-danny KNOWS VAL DIDNT DO THIS, THAT SOMEONE STOLE THE SUIT. AND SPENDING ALL NIGHT CHATTING WITH HER. <3 and val is a 9TH DEGREE BLACKBELT?? danny's mom is, too!! omg and she hunts ghosts, his parents would love her. and her fav fruit is kumquat bc its a funny word. im so with danny val is amazing. I love her and I Do Not Want To Hear It From Sam.

-I knew danny wanted to be an astronaut, but the bowling tidbit is like. yes give me more useless info abt these characters, I love tiny details that make them feel more human, and im glad hes got hobbies aside from ghost stuff, we dont really see a lot of that!!! (I mean, we knew 'fun' danny from when he split himself in half liked bowling, so obv it makes sense he LIKES it, but hes very GOOD at it. so proud of him, bowling king) val calling him neil armstrong and them teasing each other. LOVE THAT.

-technus you are my favorite grandpa for setting this up. SAM WHY ARE YOU BEING SO CREEPY BE HAPPY FOR YOUR FRIEND!!! STOP SPYING ON THEM!!! who actually cares if technus did 'set them up' together, theyre having fun and enjoy each others company!!! 'you think the universe wants you two to be together?' 'i dunno, but maybe /I/ do!' EXACTLY DANNY!!! SOO TRUE.

-and valerie being happy sam said she wants to try and be happy for them and make room at the lunch table for them. and hugging sam over it. VAL NEEDS MORE FRIENDS.

-VAL GOING AFTER TECHNUS IN HER SUIT WITH (1) MILK, AND (1) TREE BRANCH AND KEYS!!!. I LOVE YOUUUU BEST GIRL. her new suit kicks ass

-dannys like 'HEY IM AN ASTRONAUT :D' AW. ...HES IN SPACE... the fact he's actually intending to give her the ring. with SAMS NAME ON IT?? IM CRINGING DANNY NO. YOU CANT DO THAT...thank god he didnt. thank god valerie cut it off and said they can just stay friends for now. tbh, they both have a lot on their plates!! they obv both still like each other...it can be a future thing!! when she knows about phantom! youre 14 theres no need to rush. I just want her to have friends and be happy :(

-...danny struggles to do (1) pull up. SAME. but all the ghost fighting in phantom form REALLY doesnt carry over at ALL? that sucks

-sam being as fit as she is, is not just a goth. shes a goth jock.

-honey I Shrank Our Kid, One of his Enemies, and his Bully: the episode

-dash's crush on phantom is So Obvious. fitness buddies :) watching them interact always makes me laugh. also, phantom, with PANTS. 'how many costume changes you gonna go through, what is this, vegas??' DASSH DJKSFHASKDF

-MADDIE GOING AFTER THE MOUSE WITH A BROOM, WHAT THE FUCK. AAAH. JUST BUY SOME KIND OF MOUSE TRAP.

-danny likes lime and vinegar chips. which sound very good.

-'our boy finally has the physical prowess of a 60 year old president!' ...poor danny LMAO

-'what's wrong with beauty pageants' oh tucker you sweet naïve child. what ISNT wrong with them. who approved this for a high school?? (I mean, yes. unfortunately child pageants exist, but...) also danny and tucker once again treating the pretty girls like objects. I need to meet the grown man who wrote this, I just want to talk...

-prince aragon's dragon form reminds me of maleficent (color scheme wise) which is always a bonus. considering the episode is called beauty marked, I feel like the sleeping beauty references are deliberate

-sam with the fake fangs. once again her accessories never miss. hate the 'not like other girls, girls who get sucked into this kind of thing are all shallow and all want to be carbon copies' bs tho.

-sam trying to be the Worst Bride, being rude as shit. DORA IS GOING TO GET KILLED. DID YOU MISS THE PART WHERE SHE SAID THE PRINCE WILL HAVE HER HEAD IF YOU ARENT THE IDEAL BRIDE. YOU /KNOW/ DANNY WILL COME SAVE YOU. JUST ACT CHILL UNTIL THEN. even if you were doing fine to get him to take off the crown, consider maybe not letting his poor sister get punished also?? sure, she could also take off the crown and has dragon powers, but did you know that for sure?? dora didnt even really realize it until you guys talked!! (or at least, she was scared to stand up to him. you had no guarantee she would...) but. good for dora. ANOTHER friendly ghost to add to the List :)

-tucker is so under appreciated in his time. if he was doing a tech-based campaign today he'd have a better shot. people in 2004 had NO IDEA how much tech would be a part of our day-to-day lives...altho. tbh if you're going to be running for student council president, maybe you should..focus on things to actually improve the school? since he's going for a tech angle, he could say like, he would be running fundraisers for the schools computers to be upgraded, etc? we've already SEEN he can be good at money-making entrepreneur type stuff!!

-oh my god wait. this episode is JUST YUGIOH?????! A REBORN PHAROH USING A TEENAGER AS A VESSEL?? YESSSSSS

-tucker using his new minion to feed him grapes and carry him. AND LOCUSTS ONTO THE BULLIES. I love how when he's possessed, he gains winged eyeliner.

-this episode is giving me big 'plankton makes everyone in bikini bottom his slaves and build monuments of him from the spongebob movie' vibes. and the pharaoh has a traitor who works for him? VERY big yugioh vibes. aknadin confirmed

-I like that danny is still completely exhausted after using ghostly wail. (still patiently waiting on him to get duplication)

-LOVE the fenton's 80s outfits. I get hes 14 and embarrassed by everything they do because theyre his parents, but. cmon, this is one objectively cool thing theyve done. love 80s fashion.

-...was vlad just standing on that streetlight waiting for danny to come out? how'd he know they'd be coming out the back? how long has he been up there???

-oh, wait, his ecto-acne has flareups? that SUCKS. danny was...well I dont want to say he was LUCKY HE HALF-DIED, but he was lucky his was pretty instant (I'm assuming that had to do with the power/scale of the portals being different?) I remember in the ep we met him, vlad made a point of saying he was stuck in a hospital for a long time, so. that really actually sucks and I feel bad. not that it excuses anything he's done...but like. it does suck.

-vlad being so sure danny wouldnt help him he made it somehow contagious to his friends to make sure he'd get help? danny is a nice boy, he wouldve helped if it was anyone else. the only reason he wouldn't have is because of the shit vlad did to him, on purpose. vlad 100% dug his own grave by being the biggest asshole, so it is very hard to feel bad for him.

-clockwork is back!!! and making danny learn lessons The Hard Way. Uhhh, okay. I kind of get Danny’s logic, that time traveling this far back would prevent vlad from becoming a halfa also, ergo no arch nemesis or ectoacne to worry about. But the fact that was basically the first solution Danny came up with to solve this problem is actually so funny. It’s so extreme

-APPRICIATION FOR THESE 80S LESBIAN BG CHARACTERS.

-vlad telling maddie in the lab (in the 80s) he has something he's wanted to tell her 'for a long time'...how long have they known each other? I assumed they met in college, since jack always calls vlad his college buddy/roommate, so jack and vlad for sure met in college, but did vlad know maddie longer? thats surprising if so. Tho we don’t know what year of college they’re in so they could mean they met as freshmen and a few years have past…speaking of maddie shes crushing the 80s look.

-vlad blames jack, but. maybe dont stick your face 2 inches from the portal??! THIS FEELS LIKE LAB SAFETY BASICS. IF SOMETHING HAS POTENTIAL TO BE DANGEROUS, DONT GET NEAR IT. WITH YOUR FACE UNPROTECTED IN ANY WAY. (altho jack didnt really give a Big Warning besides screaming BONZAI. so. also that, but cmon.) also, they need gloves, goggles, and to pull all of their hair back tbh. but fuck lab safety, I guess!

-cryyyyinnng at how lazy they were with jack's ghost form design, its just plasmius' design on jack!!! you couldve given him his own design!!

-there. I did that in about 10 minutes and its somehow less lazy than what made it into the show. embarrassing! better yet, I think the episode would've been better if maddie would've gotten the ectoacne. or maybe its just me, wanting to see her design! anyway. I'm sure people have already done redesigns of them both as halfas. I have to go look after I finish this watch through. Also mildly frustrated jacks resentment and bitterness is basically also a copy paste of vlads backstory. They’re different characters, I really don’t think jack would stew in bitterness and jealousy the same way vlad would!! I also don’t think he’d give up after one time of trying to hunt ghosts and getting laughed at. Our canon timeline says different…I dunno, I get it was for laughs, but I’m annoyed because the POTENTIAL this plot has…

-did vlad really wear a stupid cheese hat to his wedding. ok actually that kinda rules. and the cheese door knocker. the dairy-only buffet table. vlad still got rich, just on being the New Dairy King. (Assuming that means he owns a lot of dairy businesses?) ok! this actually is great. hope maddie isn't lactose intolerant!

-'no matter how hard I tried, I could never get rid of my ghost half, the half I knew Maddie could never accept' ohh, ouch, what a horrible thing to say to her HALF GHOST SON. 'YOUR MOM WILL NEVER ACCEPT YOU' BASICALLY.

-maddie strapping danny to the table with a lazer pointed at him in a secret lab she keeps from vlad that she makes a point of saying is sound proof so he can scream all he wants...CHRIST. DANNYS POOR PYSCHE.

-also, not to feel bad for alternate vlad (because, he did lie to maddie saying jack blames her and never wants to see her again...) but. being married to a woman 20+ years and she immediately goes back to jack? if she didnt love vlad and feels like she had to hide shit from him, and says she wasted her best years with him, WHY MARRY HIM. it feels like leading him on!!! cannot believe im feeling bad for vlad, but. this alternate timeline vlad is significantly Less Horrible than Our Vlad. did she not think she'd get funding for her ghost stuff? (which, fair assumption since they're considered 'ghost fanatics/nuts in canon...but...) why did she think jack or vlad would be her ONLY OPTIONS? be like your sister. be single. Actually, this au could’ve been really interesting if after the accident, vlad lied to her and said jack never wanted to see her again, but she stays single. Imagine how much that would bug vlad… like, in her mind, it was never a competition it was jack or no one type situation…

-danny being like 'leave him ALONE' this jack is a HOMEWRECKER, DANNY. let them go to court and settle this at the least. ...or just throw vlad into the portal. (100% human, defenseless vlad) CHRIST, MADDIE THATS BRUTAL. THATS MURDER.

-danny seeing his mom immediately accepting him and his dad being half ghosts in this universe, if I was him this would be a great sign that his universe's maddie would also.

-*maddie voice* "clockwork will help!" *2 seconds later, with clockwork* "I will Not Help." TOUGH LOVE KING. YES LET DANNY SEE THE SODA HIMSELF AND DEVOLP BETTER OBSERVATION SKILLS.

-when clockwork ""reset time to the way it was"" just before danny "meddled"" ...did he really erase a whole alternate timeline? ...damn. because maddie and danny both called it an alternate timeline by name, it splitting when the college incident went different, so it wouldnt have really mattered if he reset it, right. like because danny's timeline is on a different stream? why didnt clockwork just. show danny a replay and not Reset That Timeline. wh...I wonder how many people that Erased From Existence. Anyway! once again stating clockwork is casually terrifying!

#danny phantom #dp thoughts #sanchoyorambles

[satashiiwrites]

Working on trying to get the next chapter of this out sometime this week? Maybe?  (I’m definitely being over ambitious here but gotta set a goal....)

From ch 3, Family, Familia, ‘Ohana. Hawaii 5-0/911 crossover, Buddie. McDanno. Navy seal Evan “Buck” Buckley. 

Warnings: playing very fast and loose with timelines from H50 to pull events closer. Actually timeline-what-timeline fully applies here. Danny POV. first-ish draft. 

Steve took them back to his house.  The kid was looking out the window in interest but closely following Danny and Steve’s banter. The open window made the kid’s hair ruffle, making him look impossibly young. Kid would do well with some sunshine given how pale he was but the circles under his eyes told Danny he was looking at a fellow insomniac. 

Hopefully the kid did better with the constant sound of ocean waves than Danny did. There was no way Steve was letting the kid out from under his roof looking like he did. “So Kid—you go by Evan right?” Danny asked what he preferred to go by. 

“Buck,” was the soft correction as blue eyes met Danny’s. 

“Buck—so you go by one of those nicknames like the rest of Steve’s army boys.  Steve said that you’d be working with us for a while.  We’ll have to get you checked off on things since you’ve never gone through the academy like this lug here.”

“Navy!” Steve protested which Buck echoed before blushing.  Steve continued,  “Buck’s a good shot and much less impulsive than me.”

Danny shot an unimpressed look at Steve who looked unrepentant. “That does not fill me with confidence.”

“Danno,” Steve began which made a small smile break across Buck’s face. “Danno he’s going to be fine. He’ll fit right in.”

“So I said earlier,” Danny agreed good-naturedly.”As I was saying we’ll have to get you checked off on the gun range and Chin will want to run you through all the stuff we use.  Assuming we don’t get a case, we should get all that done tomorrow.”

“Okay...” 

“So tonight we’ll get you tucked in at Steve’s.  Have you been subjected to his Navy-style hospitality before?”  Danny wasn’t a fan of Steve’s shower rules and flaunted them at every opportunity.  Steve’s acceptance of this was a work in progress. 

Another noise of protest was made by Steve but Buck was firm as he defended him. “Steve’s always been good to me—wherever we’ve been.”  As an afterthought, Buck added, “He at least wasn’t known for setting the MREs on fire.”

“Well lucky for you I am a much better cook than him—while I’m sure you appreciate applying heat to a piece of steak as much as this guy one can not live off protein alone.”  This got a small smile out of Buck that lit up his face. Kid was a looker despite his pale skinniness. 

“What do you make?” Was the shy question. 

“My Nonna taught me to cook everything I know—good Italian that she was,” Danny informed him before casually adding, “I picked up stuff earlier. Steve said you didn’t have any food allergies that he was aware of and he’ll eat whatever I make.”

“No.”

“Good.”

“So you live with Steve?” 

Steve’s eyes locked with Danny’s, expression like he’d been hit in the back of the head by a two-by-four. “No,” was Steve’s semi-strangled reply. 

“Oh,” Buck drew back into himself. “My mistake.”

“It’s an easy one to make,” Danny said magnanimously, eying Steve suspiciously and trying to tell him nonverbally to stop acting like a maniac before he scared the kid off. He wasn’t sure what was up with Steve and he did stay over a lot so it was an easy mistake to make.  “Steve’s is where we all tend to end up for cookouts.  The private beach helps—my children love it.”

It wasn’t Danny’s imagination that Buck did blanch at the mention of the beach. Did the kid not like beaches?  He was a former Navy Seal for god’s sake!  Seals were water based—hence part of the navy not the army. 

“I forgot about the beach,” Buck tried to salvage the conversation. “It was your Dad’s?” He asked Steve.

“Yeah. I bought out Mary’s share a while ago.” Steve’s hands tightened on the steering wheel.  Danny needed to steer this conversation back to something less fraught with land mines. 

“And you have kids?  I love kids,” Buck said with more enthusiasm.  Danny actually believed that was true but he was still suspicious about the beach thing. 

“Yes, two. Grace is going to be twelve next month and Charlie is almost two and a half.”

“Oh.  Will I get to meet them?” Buck lit up in interest.

“Yes.  Gracie lives with me but Charlie lives with his mother.  Grace is with her mom tonight.”

“In Hawaii? They live here on Oahu?”

“Yes.  Charlie’s.... been sick but getting better.”

Concern crossed Buck’s face as well as sadness. “That’s tough.  My fri—coworker Eddie has a son with CP.  Chris is a great kid.”

Steve actually twitched as he turned onto his street.  Buck was downplaying something given how badly Steve was reacting and Danny had noticed the correction.  Buck had been going to say friend.  Which was very interesting given what little Steve had told him about Buck’s situation. “CP’s tough,” Danny agreed. 

“Buck’s great with kids—we always gave him kid duty,” Steve told Danny as he pulled into his driveway.  “We’re home. Come on Buck—we’ll get you settled while Danny cooks.”

#Mcdanno #Family familia ‘ohana #wip wednesday #first draft #buddie #navy seal Evan “Buck” Buckley

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( Day 1 ) ( Day 2 ) ( Day 3 ) ( Day 4 ) ( Day 5 ) ( Day 6 ) ( Day 7 )

Ratings bump for this one - M (NSFW)

The kids are finally settled into bed upstairs and Beth’s on her second glass of bourbon, debating a third, when she hears the creaking of the backdoor and she rolls her eyes, letting out a sigh as her eyes find the clock on the wall opposite her.  

“Did you have a key made when I wasn’t looking or something?” She asks, fiddling with the corner of the pillow next to her on the couch, refusing to even turn around and seek him out, and she hears his low chuckle from behind her. She smiles against the rim of her glass as she takes another drink and then he’s stepping into her line of vision and it really is unfair--just how good he looks all the time, the urge to just...sink her teeth into him overwhelming.  

The bourbon is definitely not helping.

“Key only works if you lock your door, ma.” He snarks back and okay—so he has her there.  

“Well, normal people knock.” She points out, bringing her legs up under her so she doesn’t do anything stupid, like actually get up and bite him. She sets her drink against her knee and he watches her every movement like a hawk and she’s suddenly feeling very warm.  

“Yeah, but see, we ain’t normal people.” He responds with a shrug and okay—so she can concede to that point as well.  

She finishes off her drink and hesitates for just a second before holding it out to him and he grins, unmoving as he raises an eyebrow and she rolls her eyes, adding a (admittedly sarcastic) “Please?”.  

He accepts it though, taking the glass from her and going over to the bar cart to refill it, sinking down next to her on the couch when he hands it back. 

“You seem tense, mama.” He comments and she rests her head back against the cushions, squinting up at the ceiling because she can’t decide if he’s insulting her or not. 

And it’s not exactly a lie anyway.  

Although things have been going well with the spas, things with the Dean (and more importantly, the house) are moving into rocky territory.  

And she thinks he can probably tell but...this is not something they do.  

Talk.  

“I’m a mother of four and president of the PTA who also happens to have a full time job with a boss who likes to drop in after hours a lot. Some days are tense.”  

He huffs out a laugh and shifts slightly on the couch and she rolls her head to look at him.  

“Yeah, that sounds rough.” He’s teasing, his eyes practically sparkling with mirth and the urge to kiss him and then smack him, or vice versa, is so strong her hand twitches and she wonders how much is the bourbon and how much is really just her.  

“It would really help if, instead of constantly criticizing my work performance, he would show his appreciation for all the hard work I’ve done with a nice spa day or something.”  

“Oh yeah? You think you earned a massage?”  

“Definitely.” Beth snorts out on a laugh her hand unconsciously coming up to rub at the back of her neck and Rio’s mouth twitches up but he’s giving her that heavy lidded gaze and her laughter fades a bit as she drops her hand.  

“Okay.” He says, voice low and husky and jesus, she feels like all the air is being sucked out of the room with the way he’s looking at her and she’s not one hundred percent sure what she’s agreeing to but she is sure it’s mostly the bourbon when she echoes his ‘okay’ with one of her own.  

And then he’s slowly kicking off his shoes, never breaking eye contact as he stands and shrugs off his jacket, taking her drink and setting it on the coffee table, and Beth swallows thickly.

Then he’s hopping up behind her, settling himself on top of the back cushions of the couch, a leg on each side of her body, and she lets out a little squeak as the movement forces her body to shift and her grip on the pillow tightens.  

His hands slide over her shoulders and she stiffens slightly. “What are you doing?”  

“Showin’ my appreciation. Helpin’ you work out some o’ these...kinks.”  

Beth rolls her eyes as she tilts her head up to look back at him. “Have you ever sat on a piece of furniture correctly in your life?” She snarks and he brings his hand up, fingers gently skimming over the side of her face before pushing at her chin, forcing her to turn back around as he shushes her.  

“You’re going to flatten my cushions.” She points out, just to irritate him further, and he gives her shoulders a tight squeeze and she lets out a breathless little laugh that has him relaxing his fingers and sliding them up to the base of her neck, pressing in, and goosebumps immediately erupt over her skin as she shivers. Her head tilts forward of its own accord, giving him better access which he immediately takes advantage of and she melts into his touch.  

Her eyes drift closed and god, how could she forget how good his hands felt on her?  

And really, the truth is she hadn’t forgotten as much as she’d forced the memories to fade, pushing them away so as not to be tainted by Dean’s—

Beth stiffens at the invasive thought and Rio immediately stops his hands.  

And she knows this time it’s her, not the bourbon (but she will never admit it), when she turns her head and lifts her shoulder slightly, her lips brushing up against his knuckles and she hears his sharp intake of breath, feels it right between her thighs.  

And when he starts touching her again, it’s softer, slower, and his hands are moving lower and her breath hitches when his fingers skim over the swell of her breasts and then dip even lower, beneath the v-neck of her sweater. Her hand comes up and around to grip his arm and apparently that’s all the encouragement he needs because his hand slides all the way in, under her bra, his fingers teasing over her nipple and Beth tilts her head back and moans softly.

And then his hand is gone and he’s sliding back down onto the couch, flipping her over onto her back and they’re a mess of limbs and harsh breaths and god she’s missed the weight of his body against hers, and she rocks her hips up against him just because she can, and she’s rewarded with a low groan that shoots heat low.  

And he’s pushing up on her sweater, shoving it up along with her bra and then his mouth his hot on her breasts and she moans a little louder this time, her hands gripping his shoulders, fingernails digging in sharply and he hisses as he reaches up, grabbing her wrists and yanking them up above the armrest, connecting with something solid on the side table on the way and a second later she hears whatever it was crash onto the hardwood floors.  

She pulls at her hands, her head turning to try and see whatever the hell it was, but he seems considerably less concerned with the noise, not budging in his hold on her as his teeth scrape bluntly against her nipple and Beth’s head jerks back as she sucks in a sharp breath. He huffs out a laugh against her skin and she squirms underneath him, arching her back, and he finally lifts up, lips so close she trembles a little with how much she wants...she wants....she wants...

“Mom? Are you okay?”  

Beth gasps as Danny’s voice echoes off the walls from the top of the stairs and she yanks at her wrists, freeing them, shoving at Rio so hard he rolls off the couch and Beth has to slap her hand over her mouth to stifle her laughter.  

“Mom...?” Danny’s voice sounds closer this time and Beth hears the creak of the stairs and she quickly readjusts her clothing as Rio starts to get up, but she shoves him back down, sitting up quickly and looking back over her shoulder toward the staircase. “I’m fine honey, go back to bed.”  

“I heard a noise—”

Beth scrambles off the couch, shooting Rio a warning look as she strides over to the bottom step, peeking her head around the corner to look up at her concerned son.  

“It’s okay sweetie, I just knocked something over. Go back to bed.” She gives him her most reassuring smile and he finally gives in, turning around and heading back to his room and Beth waits until she hears his door close before she goes back to the living room, running her fingers through her hair and straightening out her clothing once more, wondering what the hell she’s supposed to say about this, but—

He’s gone.  

And Beth groans as she finally sees what they—what he knocked over.  

Her new ceramic pumpkin and a decorative lantern.  

The pumpkins cracked clean in half but the glass from the lantern has broken off into smaller, but still manageable, pieces.  

She turns to go get the broom and dustpan and runs right into Rio.  

“Jesus, do I need to put a bell on you or something?” She snaps and then her eyes drop and she sees he’s holding the broom and dustpan. “How do you even know where those are?”  

He huffs out a laugh and then gently moves her to the side so he can clean up and Beth watches, silently debating whether jumping him again out here is a good idea or not after already almost getting caught once.  

In the end, having one kid almost wander down was traumatizing and sobering enough for the both of them, and there’s a silent mutual agreement when he leaves not long after, lips brushing against her temple on his way out.

#Do these ever make sense? #NO! #they're held together by tape and glue and my overactive imagination #but so is canon Brio so #whatever #Hauntober Prompts #Hauntober #Prompts #brio #writing #ficlet #fanfiction

[phantomphangphucker]

Ectober Day 25: Ice - Exorcists Can’t Save Me Now Chap.3: Ghostly Parts

His human parts have helped him some, time for his ghostly stuff to chip in a little.

Tucker wastes no time in stuffing his face with the pasta noodles, Sam eating the carrot noddles at a more reasonable pace. Both occasionally glancing at Danny having a couple issues holding the fork, getting food in his ‘mouth’, and actually chewing it; the way the thread line waved while he chewed was oddly cute though, and at least he could chew with his mouth shut. Considering the lack of lips, it was reasonable to worry that he wouldn’t be able to.

Tucker speaking after swallowing another large mouthful, “so... seeing as you’ve got Dammy’s body, should we start calling you Dammy now or...”, Tucker trails off and snickers at Danny’s scowl and what sounds like glass being cracked. Danny does manage to get out, “crsk tit”, though; not that anyone can actually understand that.

Jack comes barging through the door at that point, everyone turning to look at him. The man’s normal jovial mood crashing down a bit at spotting the green lights on a plushie face that he was more than familiar seeing, “Danny?”. Danny shrinks in his seat a little bit, in a rather... spineless way.

Maddie rushes over to Jack and pulls him off to the side, while Sam and Tucker give Danny little supportive shoulder bumps and start chatting at him.

Maddie pulls Jack into the weapons vault, feeling acutely aware of ghosts heightened senses, and glances at the closed door before speaking to Jack, “the kid’s, Danny, got the portal working”, steamrolling right over him gaining an edge of ecstatic excitement, “my understanding is Danny was inside it when it started, Jack”, continuing after Jack cringes, obviously understanding, “but, his friends, bless them, got in the middle of the doll pulling Danny in and I really don’t know how, but somehow that made him absorb their human DNA”, fiddling with her hands, “he’s still alive, Jack. Just... not entirely”.

Jack leans against a wall, “oh thank everything. But that’s so cool. I wonder how that even works!”, shaking his head and walking back to his wife, “is he okay? He’s a strong boy! But...”.

Maddie smiles a little, even if it’s a bit strained, “it’s a bit hard to tell. He can’t exactly talk. He hasn’t figured out how to work the sugar string and cotton yet. He’s getting there with walking and coordination, but the lack of... bones is definitely noticeable. He’s still got all his organs, so I think we don’t have to worry about him not being able to do human things like eating and breathing. So yes, yes I think he’s ‘okay’”.

Jack sighs, nods, and then plasters a smile on his face, “good! I’m sure we can help him out with working the doll! What about his ghost though? Or part ghost?”, tilting his head, “how does that even work?”.

Maddie shrugs, “I don’t know hun, but I don’t think he’d appreciate us pestering him about it. But his ghost does have a forked tongue and the green eyes obviously; the sharp teeth and fangs might be his ghost”, tapping her chin, “I’m not sure if the organs have any ectoplasm in them or not, or their exact make up really. So I don’t know if those belong more to the doll or the ghost”, sighing, “the real problem is lifestyle though, Jack. He can’t go to school looking like that. Hell, he can’t even be leaving the house. The doll will keep him here, help him not succumb to ghostly urges and desires to terrorise. But It won’t help him be human”.

“Well we could add on lips, right? The Dolls aren’t supposed to have pain sensors and ghosts can’t exactly feel, so that shouldn’t be a problem. And since he’s already attached to It we don’t have to worry about messing up the magic by altering the doll!”, tapping his chin, “the eyes though. I’m not sure just sticking fake glass ones in there is going to cut it. And would that mess with his vision? And his bones...”, snapping his fingers, “we could just have him wear braces to relearn where and how he’s supposed to bend his limbs?!? And that would back up him obviously not going to school due to injuries!”.

Maddie hums and nods, that was viable enough, “that might work. But even with lips, he doesn’t move his mouth right. I know he could just wear a face mask, but that should be our last resort. And people arguably might not notice he’s not moving his mouth right. Plus, I doubt he’ll even be able to move his limbs entirely right. His muscle fibres are sugar for peat's sake”, nodding a little, “people can ignore the strange if it’s minor enough, we know that better than anyone. It’ll probably still register in their subconscious as wrong but hopefully that’ll be it”.

Jack nods himself, “yes, and for his ‘skin’ that makeup stuff could work? It was rather convincing every time Sam painted It up!”, making both of them laugh a little even if it’s lined with worry. “And he can totally just wear sunglasses! Ours block out ecto-light both ways after all! And the school does allow it!”. Maddie nods and hums her agreement. Jack taps his chin some more, “though if the introduced DNA messed with human organs, I wonder if it affected ghost ones? His Core?”.

Maddie blinks and mentally slaps herself, “I didn’t even think to check”, both immediately turning to head back out.

The scene that finds them as they renter the kitchen is a little odd, with Danny seemingly sunken halfway through the floor, Sam trying to pull him up by an arm, and Danny mildly jerkily flailing the other arm while Tucker tries pulling him up by the shoulder. Jack bolts over and grabs the doll -his son- by the waist, easily lifting him up and only vaguely taking note of the semi-see through white hair floating around his head, “you alright Danny-boy?”.

Jack can’t help chuckling a little as he sets Danny back on the ground and he makes this high pitched grating sound with a puff sound at the end. More entirely eyeing the hair as it fades back to black and lays flat on his head again, while Danny stares down at the ground and taps the floor with his foot.

Tucker points at Danny, “I don’t think you can blame the floor for that, dude”. Danny shoves him, well fucking aware that he did that... somehow. He could sort of... feel it. Somehow.

Maddie walks over, “sweetie, your hair...”. Watching him grab at the hair, pulling it in front of his orbs, then looking at her with obvious confusion. Maddie shakes her head, “no, before. It was white”. Sam, Tucker, and Jack all immediately nod. Which just makes Danny sag exaggeratedly and bonelessly while making glass cracking sounds.

Jack rounds on Maddie, “wait! Maybe that was his ghost showing a bit! To go along with the intangibility!?!”.

Danny grumbles, “ʍ̸̢̛͘ơ̶̢u̶̕͞͠ʞ̢̕͟ ̧͝҉̴̡n͏̨̨͜ơ͝ʎ̧͘ ̧̧͢͝ǝ͡͞ɹ͏͠͏̧͘ǝ͏͢ɥ͟͠ ̶͟ʇ̕ɥ̕͜͝ƃ̷͏ᴉ̵͡ɹ̴͜”, and promptly covers his mouth, shrugging stiffly while everyone else winces.

Jack blinks, “woah”, before getting a bit excited, “ghost speak, so cool”. Which Danny covers his orbs over, obviously embarrassed. Maddie, noting that, pats Jack to calm down a little. Before pointing to the lab, obviously signalling for him to go get one of their ecto-scanners. First though... Jack looks the doll/Danny over and promptly hugs him. Speaking quietly for a change, “I’m glad you used your doll, son. I’m sorry our stuff hurt you. That this happened”.

Danny makes a bit of a hissing sound and, “kay”. Which everyone easily understands as him saying that ‘it’s okay’, which no one really agrees with him on. Regardless, Jack runs off down the lab stairs, while Maddie explains what he’s doing, “he’s getting a scanner for your... ghost. It’s possible that the human DNA might have messed with your ghost ‘organs’, which hadn’t crossed my mind earlier”.

Sam and Tucker immediately blurting out, “is that bad?”, Danny gesturing to them. Maddie talks at Danny though, “maybe sweetie, that’s why we’re checking”. Getting cracking sounds from him in return just as Jack bolts back up.

“Alright Danny-boy, think you could turn around?”.

Danny only gets partway through doing that as his friends step in front of him a bit, “that won’t hurt him, will it?”, sounding more than a little accusatory.

Jack waves his hands back and forth, “no! No! Just supposed to scan. That’s it”, deciding that pointing out ghosts don’t feel pain was probably a bad idea and with this human DNA situation that might not apply to Danny. If that could give him organs, it arguably could give him nerves and pain sensors. The two friends watch him a bit before nodding and letting Danny turn around fully, Jack’s honestly glad they’re such good protective friends!

Everyone waits on the device, Danny fiddling with the doll fingers and poking at the lack of nails when the device beeps. Maddie’s worried Danny’s a bit creeped out but really he’s wondering how the heck he’s supposed to scratch an itch or anything like this. Can he even get itches anymore?

Jack grabs everyone’s attention, “cool”, shaking his head and turning the device around for everyone, “your Core!”, tapping at the blue sphere on screen, “Core’s what keeps a ghost together and supported! I’d say yours looks fine!”, and wasn’t that a relief!?!

Maddie steps closer, “huh, looks to be an ice Core”, muttering to herself, “wonder why. Wouldn’t... wouldn't electricity make more sense? Or just pure ectoplasm? Portal Core?”, shaking her head, it didn’t matter. Looking back to Danny, “I think your father’s right, it looks fine”.

Danny gives what she thinks is a smile, while Sam and Tucker exchange looks before looking back to her, “what about his other ghost stuff?”.

Maddie gives Danny a bit of an awkward sympathetic look, “that’s all ghosts really have. Other than their ectoplasm anyway. And it doesn’t look like you have any abnormalities beyond the human organs”. Everyone gives her little nods so she points to the food, “anyway, we should probably finish the food before it gets cold”, plus Danny would probably prefer if they stopped poking at him. Just... let him adjust to this. Thankfully foods always a great distraction for her husband, who of course bolts right over to the table. Danny makes that Velcro sound again at that, she’s got a feeling that’s supposed to be laughter or close to it.

Maddie thinks a bit as they finish off the food, which thankfully hasn’t gotten too cold. Maybe that ice Core was a blessing in disguise. It might be just what he needs. Watching how his arm curved rather than bent as he scooped up the last of his noodles. Ice could be hard. Just like bones. But... judging by him phasing through the floor he didn’t exactly have control yet. So there’s no way he even knows how to use the cryokinesis he probably has, none the less use it to make unmeltable ice around the strands of sugar string acting as ‘bones’. But... they did have tech that could stimulate that. Activate and guide it for him. That could even help with control. Experience the feeling so he knows how to copy it. Though based on his hair tinting white for a second, the fork falling through his fingers, and him making a little grating sound; it’ll take more than just familiarity.

Tucker starts snickering at him so Danny throws his hands up, making glass cracking noises all the while and baring his teeth a bit. That only makes Tucker’s snickering worse though.

Maddie shakes her head with a small smile, putting away the plates and deciding to voice her idea, “so I was thinking”, looking at Danny who turns his head to her, yeah those ‘eyes’ were going to take some getting used to, “like I said earlier, your Core’s ice. Ice is a solid so that could solve the ‘bones’ issue. I know you don’t seem to really have much control-”, which maybe that was because of still being somewhat human?, “-but we could just activate it artificially”, immediately adding on at Danny’s friends looking protective again, “it should not hurt or anything”.

Everyone looks to Danny, who lifts an arm, it bending weirdly. Danny looks to his mom and nods immediately, he could do without the literal rag-doll limbs. So they all get up to head back to the lab, Danny’s legs not being able to decide where the heck his knees should be is pointedly ignored.

Jack immediately bolts over to the tech table, nabbing up the required devices. Running back to the group just as everyone gets settled down into chairs. Holding a little circular device out to Danny, “here, just put this over your chest! This should make the power in your Core activate!”, holding up some things that look like braces with wiring, “and these will let us direct it!”.

Danny holds the circle thing over his chest, his mom pointing out exactly where to put it and him feeling just slightly like a lab rat, while his dad snaps the brace thingys over his arms and legs. This seemed weirdly specific. Which did rather track for his parents. Jerking and flickering freaking invisible for a second from cold practically exploding inside his chest.

Tucker blinks, “dude! Your eye orb things can turn blue! Awesome!”. Sam nods, “very cybergoth”. Maddie hums, “huh, it must be in response to your Core activating”.

Danny just shrugs a little, everyone ignoring the temperature drop as Jack gets the braces doing their job, “now this might feel weird, but it really should not hurt”. Maddie nods, “so definitely let us know if it does, ghosts aren’t even supposed to feel pain but you might have human nerves, all this considered”.

Danny has honesty never believed that ‘no pain, no emotions’ thing. Does even less now. But nods anyway. Not like he can actually argue with them or anything right now. Watching his mom at the computer, fiddling and typing away. Glancing at the braces, weird might be an understatement. He could literally feel sharp hardness forming around his limbs and where a spine should be; and the iciness being, like, pulled or something from his chest.

Maddie looks from the computer screen to Danny, his blue orbs were wider so obviously he could feel this. Looking back to the screen and nodding to herself, worked better than she thought it would. Icy spine, arms, hands, fingers, legs, feet, toes; even joints. No ribs though, or skull. Maybe that was too much effort or would block/interfere with the Core or ‘eyes’. Actually thinking about that, the ice spine actually skipped over where his Core was. So that’s got to be it. Looking back to Danny, “that looks good”, and getting up. Jack beams, immediately deactivating the tech. Which Danny sags sideways a little after it all comes off, feeling slightly tired.

Jack smacks his back, grinning over the hint of solidness there, “how do you feel kiddo?”. Everyone watching him bend around, Tucker poking his elbow, earning a toothy grin from Danny.

Danny looks back to his folks and nods, “am goosh”, his voice has a slight weird reverb to it, like he was talking into a cup. Sam shakes her head, “at least that was closer to words”.

Maddie walks over and nods, tapping Danny’s throat, “some of the ice making up your spine in your neck is making something of a more solid voice box, so that should help with speech”, ruffling his hair, “you'll still have to learn to work it though”.

Tucker throws an arm around Danny’s shoulder, “I don’t think that’ll be a problem, Danny-dude rarely shuts up!”.

“Shuzz you”.

“Hey! An actual word!”.

Danny makes cracking sounds and facepalms, hard enough that his face fabric smushes in a bit.

Sam snorts, “looks like someones hand’s harder than their face”.

Maddie nods, “the ice bones don’t seem to be able to form near his Core or ‘eyes’. Now I think everyone should go to bed honestly”, wondering if Danny even could sleep.

Sam and Tucker exchange a glance, Sam joining Tucker in throwing an arm around Danny’s shoulder. Both of them effectively pointing out that they aren’t going anywhere. Which Maddie and Jack share a look over before smiling and shooing the teens upstairs. The two friends practically dragging Danny up the stairs. Danny’s limbs clearly still had some limpness, probably always would. His muscles and everything were still cotton, sugars, and herbs after all.

-

Sam and Tucker flop into their designated beanie-bags. Tucker groans, “oh man I’m wiped”, rolling onto his stomach and watching Danny spread out on his bed, “you okay though Danny-dude?”.

Danny groans at the ceiling, “ine”.

Sam snorts into the beanie-bag, “like we believe that”. Danny just makes marshmallow sounds, dragging himself fully into bed and the covers. ‘Cause yeah, he could do with just not thinking on this crap for a while.

Tucker chuckles, “let’s just sleep guys, and then we can eat in the morning”.

“Is food all you think about?!?”.

“if your diet wasn’t disgusting you’d care more about food too”.

“Oh shut it you blood mouth”.

Danny chuckles that Velcro sound which made his throat vibrate kinda funny, sorta tickled actually. He likes that they’re being normal and not being super weird over their friend being kinda dead and a freaking doll, though they were kinda used to that last one. What with Dammy and all. Rolling over in bed and staring at the spot he usually put Dammy to rest right next to the bed; where Its head would lean onto the mattress. Now Dammy’s body has taken his body's place. Rolling onto his back again and pulling up his hand to stare at the fingers. At Dammy’s fingers. The fabric and stitching. Pressing his fingers together, it was strange to feel the doll fingers like this. On top of feeling his energy, ghost body probably, underneath the fabric and running through the cotton and everything else.

Flopping his arm down onto the bed, maybe this was why he had always been so fond of his doll. To the point that he knows it creeped people out. Maybe he knew on some level that he would wind up literally inseparable from Dammy. Maybe fate was just giving him a bit of a break after the whole killing him thing. He hopes so. Regardless, he’s stupid glad and thankful for Dammy right now; and hopefully the dolls happy to have done Its job and doesn’t mind the new tenant.

Sam and Tucker both watch him and smile a bit to themselves. He’d be fine. Weird but fine. Both of them chuckling faintly when he starts snoring, or that’s what they think the rattling glass sound is supposed to be. That means they can rest too. And in the morning, help him with his shit again. And they’d keep doing that as much as Danny needed for the rest of their lives if need be. He’d do the same for them in a heartbeat, doll/ghost or not.  

End.

#ectober #ectober2020 #ectober 2020 #danny phantom #phandom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucker foley #maddie fenton #jack fenton #possessed doll au #the quirks of being a possessed doll #the quirks of being a halfa #uncanny valley #ice bones #fan fic #phan phic #my writing #have a fic suck my dick #phantomphangphucker

[masonscig]

first line tag game

thank you for the tag @crackerdumortain !!!!! yours were so much fun to read omg !!!!

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favourite opening line. Then tag some of your favourite authors!

[disclaimer: i write for the choices fandom and some for litg so you’ll see a mix of those fandoms on this list LMAO]

1. stay [twc – mason x sofía]

The first time was casual. She had a knack for musing her thoughts aloud, tossing her harmless opinions out for anyone who’d catch them.

She was good at starting conversations in that way – while he’d never been one for talking.

She never did it with heavy topics, though.

2. thieves in the shadows [choices – blades au – mal x zilyana]

bullets pelted the crates they were crouched behind, wood splintering in every direction. bodies were strewn across the warehouse, the unmistakable pools of blood streaking across the stone.

“raine! to your left!” immy yelled her way, barely sparing her a glance before unloading her clip, shell casings clinking against the ground.

the gun trembled in yana’s hands. she’d shot one before – practice at the gun range, glass bottles in a back alley – but never a live target.

3. if we meet again [choices – open heart au – bryce x spencer] 18+

year one

The ride from the airport to her parents’ home was long and grueling, the slushy ice pelting the windshield barely passing for snow.

It was practically sub-zero outside, a stark difference between the mid seventies weather she’d just left.

4. clandestine [twc – mason x sofía] 18+

“hey. hey wake up –”

she stirred at the greeting, but jumped when he kicked the desk. her face contorted into a grimace, the imprint of her tweed jacket on her cheek outlined in pink. “hmm?”

“you fell asleep again,” he said, plopping a bag in front of her.

5. undying [choices – blades – mal x zilyana]

Zilyana stirred, resituating herself against Mal’s bare chest, feeling his arm instinctively tighten around her shoulders. When she realized she was missing the sound of his deep breathing, accompanied with an occasional soft snore, she cracked an eye open to see his chin tipped upwards, his gaze trained on the ceiling.

6. talent show [choices – platinum – shane x dom]

There wasn’t a day that went by where she didn’t cross his mind. Even since they were kids.

He admired so much about her – her fiery spirit, her drive, her unwavering tenacity.

And he’d been in love with Dom for as long as he could remember.

7. redeemed [choices – platinum – raleigh x dom]

As soon as he stepped off stage, he was shuffled to his tour bus, Fiona on his heels. She looked like the human embodiment of rage in a grey blazer, a look in her eye that made him thankful he wasn’t the one it was directed at – or at least he hoped he wasn’t the reason she was two seconds away from a murderous rampage.

8. hidden [choices – foreign affairs – blaine x carina] 18+

Her cheek slipped out of the palm of her hand, forehead smacking the desk, nearly jumping out of her skin at the abrupt awakening.

“Ow.”

She prodded the tender spot on her face, thankful her foundation was thick.

A soft snore caught her attention – next to her, Blaine was passed out. Leaning back in his chair, his head was thrown back, arms crossed against his chest, the textbook on its face in his lap.

9. is this fate? [litg au – bobby x mc] 18+

The peroxide was cold when it hit her skin, the liquid bubbling on her knee, relentlessly stinging. She sucked in a breath through gritted teeth.

“Sorry… should be over soon,” he murmured, wiping up the stray liquid that streamed down her leg with a small rag.

The heaviness of the atmosphere between them was almost too much to bear – they’d barely spoken since he helped her onto the counter in his small office, leg propped up between his own, where he sat in his desk chair.

10. asvista cove [litg college au – bobby x elena]

Bobby’s thumb flicked the lighter repeatedly until he got a consistent flame, moving slowly from left to right over the edge of the blunt. His cheeks hollowed out as he sucked in, the tip of it an auburn ember. He pulled it out of his mouth and sucked in an even deeper breath, holding it.

When he blew out the thick cloud of smoke, he passed it to her, coughing under his breath. “Whew. Your turn.”

She followed suit, the thick smoke coating the inside of her lungs, bitter and heavy. She exhaled, the shroud smoke enveloping her view of the sealine.

11. reticent [twc – mason x sofía] 18+

She was bare.

Bare in the way that one is when they’ve been stripped down and torn apart with a trained gaze just calculating enough for them to feel seen – parts of her she didn’t know she’d hidden splayed out like withered pages of a book, dog-eared and marked up like a frequently reread novel.

One he’d reread because it was familiar, because it had fallen into his lap (he hadn’t searched for it), not so much because it was his favorite.

12. more [twc – mason x sofía] 18+

He laced his fingers through her thick hair, reveling in the way his skin looked contrasted against the midnight of her hair.

[the way i can’t post more than this bc it’s....... very nsfw right out the bat LMFAO]

13. calm before the storm [choices – open heart – bryce x spencer]

Since the moment his hands trembled amidst one of the most important surgeries of his life, Bryce was holding on by a thread.

With each half-assed joke he cracked, each wavering smile, each time he tried convincing others – including himself – that he was coping, he fell apart more and more.

The first night he went home after Spencer was quarantined, he trudged through the halls of Edenbrook, like he was dragging his legs through wet concrete. He was nearly magnetized to her bedside, not wanting to leave, but he needed to rest – he’d been awake for nearly a day and a half by the time he clocked out.

14. envy | part two of the attached series [twc – mason x sofía x felix]

He strode down the hallway, hands in his pockets to give the illusion that he didn’t give a shit, when he was most definitely on edge. His fingers flicked his lighter open and closed against the twill lining of his pockets, trying to focus on the soft clicking noise it made instead of the swarm of thoughts clouding his conscience.

He still couldn’t figure out why he cared so much.

15. comfort | part one of the attached series [twc – mason x sofía x felix]

He noticed it before she did.

Her pulse didn’t jump the same way it did the first dozen times he walked into the room. The blood didn’t rush to her cheeks, or creep up her neck, the crimson flush absent even when he tried his hardest to fluster her. And it normally took next to nothing to get her to turn into a bumbling mess.

16. out of time [choices – open heart – sienna x danny]

She sprinted down the hallway, pager still beeping erratically on her hip, the weight of the numbers enough to make her feel like she was slugging through wet concrete.

No, no, not him, please, not him, she chanted to herself, vision blurring with tears before she had the chance to let the negative possibilities set in.

17. unrequited part three [choices – open heart – bryce x spencer]

She slumped into the seat in the deserted waiting room, her joints popping as she stretched, her deep sigh echoing off of the tile. She was exhausted.

She could usually push through the worst of her shifts, but fatigue settled into her bones, a lethargy she’d never experienced entrapping her like a net, and she couldn’t fight her way out of it this time.

18. signs [choices – ride or die – logan x raquel]

“A final in sign language? Couldn’t you just have a conversation with the teacher or some shit?” Logan sat across from her on the couch, watching as her fingers bent and flexed, transfixed.

She stopped abruptly, screwing her mouth to the side in concentration. She repeated the same few moves, getting more and more frustrated with each sequence.

19. mementos [choices – ride or die – logan x raquel]

The sound of his boots slapping against the damp pavement reverberated off of the brick of the alleyways, his gasping breaths adding to the symphony that was his escape.

20. warmth [twc – mason x sofía]

“You’re going the wrong way,” Mason grunted, looking particularly stiff in her passenger seat.

“I thought we could take the scenic route,” she shrugged, flicking her high beams on as she turned off of the main road leading downtown, easing on the brakes when the tires hit the gravel.

okay so....... i didn’t really realize just HOW MUCH i’ve written since the summer? i’ve fallen into a pattern where i think i’m a failure bc of how slow i am to write because i have so many series i’ve started and dropped off and wips i’ve abandoned but.... i’ve managed to write for most appreciation weeks i’ve both hosted/participated in and i’ve written for THREE fandoms.... i don’t normally gas myself up but? i’m really? proud of myself? KSJDJKSD if you read this far thank you and you’re prob watching me have a breakdown over how much i’ve managed to write oh my GOD ok i need to lie down KLSDFKASFJD i didn’t even think i could hit 20 but i did???? alright i’m officially gonna treat myself at some point bc i did all this in less than a year.... these are from the end of july 2020 to now..... wow ok im done i promise SKDFJKSDF

tagging: @raleighcarrera and @pixeljazzy !!! <3 

#tag games #my fic #long post

[cassandras-blogg]

"Swallowing Courage" (Danny Wagner x Sam Kiszka ) CHAPTER TWO - I PROMISE THIS CHAPTER GOT DELETED SO I'M JUST REPOSTING IT (: CHAPTER 3 coming soon. - A loud knock at the door was the first thing Danny heard when he woke up the next morning. He slowly shifted around in the bed and felt the weight of another body close to his back. "So it was just a dream??" Danny thought to himself. He looked over at Sam and his back was completely turned away from him. Sam's arms were close to his chest and his knees were closer to his stomach. Danny took this as, "Oh he didn't want his legs or arms to touch me the whole night, so it must have been just a dream." Danny sighed in relief. There was no way it could have actually happened, why would Sam ever offer to help Danny explore his sexuality? There is no way Sam would ever take a risk that could potentially ruin their lifelong friendship. There was another knock at Sam's door, when there was no answer again the door swung open. Josh was standing there in the doorway holding a tall cup of coffee. "Can I have some of that? Please?" Danny asked sitting up in Sam's bed. "Uh-hmm. What are you doing today? Just church or what?" Josh hummed, he passed his cup of coffee to Danny and climbed into the bed to sit down next to him. "Wait, it's Sunday?! How did I forget! What time is it?" Danny raised his voice and this finally woke Sam up. "It's 8:35 right now." Josh said reaching his hand out and taking back his cup of coffee. "Ugh, I have to go. Like right now." Danny had to quickly crawl over Sam's legs and Josh's body to get himself out of the bed. "Dude stop it!" Josh said slowly moving his arms up. "What??" Danny asked, once he looked back at him he could see a few drops of coffee running down Josh's arm. His quick movements almost made Josh spill the coffee on himself, but he caught it quickly before it could make a real mess. "Yeah, seriously. Calm down. Church doesn't start until like 10:00? Right?" Sam asked running his hands through his messy hair. "Yeah, but I have to be there at 9:00 every time to help set up!" Danny said grabbing his jean jacket and his boots he was wearing yesterday. Danny often played the drums in the worship band at his church on Wednesdays and Sundays, sometimes he would also sing when he needed to. He always went to church twice a week and was never late to any form of service. At Danny's church he is one of the top volunteers and is a highly respected student leader in his youth group. He has been very involved in church since his childhood, it has always been a huge part of his life. "My mom and dad are gonna kill me. I don't know if I'm gonna make it on time." Danny heavily sighed quickly lacing up his boots.

"OH SHIT! That's right. Speaking of mom and dad, we got to clean up this house before they get here." Josh set his cup of coffee down and jumped up to run downstairs to the living room. The Kiszka parents and Ronnie had gone to a relative's house last night because they wanted the boys to have the house to themselves for Danny's birthday. "You do realize how fast I can drive right? I can get you there in twenty minutes tops." Sam said standing and throwing on a hoodie. "Really you will??? Thank you Sam." Danny sighed in relief this time, he knew if he drove himself then he would just end up following all the rules and would never speed past the posted limit. Sam followed most of the rules of the road, but he would still speed around left and right if he saw there were no cops around. Danny and Sam jogged down the stairs and saw Jake taking down some of the decorations. Josh grabbed the empty bottles and handed them to Sam. "Here you, smash these bottles outside on the concrete. Then sweep it up and throw all the glass at the bottom of the trash. Jake will cover it up by throwing the decorations and other trash on top of it. The glass won't rip the trash bag, we double bagged it." Josh always was the one who came up with ideas on how to cover up the evidence so their parents wouldn't find out what they were up too. "Ah, I got to take Danny to church like right now." Sam said grabbing the keys to the car that the twins shared. "Hurry up then! Come back right after you are done.” Jake shot him a glare while continuing to pick up trash. "I promise!!" Sam shouted as he ran out of the door with Danny.

` About fifteen minutes later they had arrived. Sam dramatically swerved into the church parking lot and parked right up front where everyone could see them through the untinted car windows. "You didn't have to pull in all crazy like that." Danny said slowly taking off his seatbelt. "You wanted to be on time. Right?" Sam scoffed. "That is true." Danny smiled despite feeling slightly embarrassed because of the few old people frowning in their direction. The older people always showed up earlier and the younger people with families show up right on time. "Thank you for driving me over here, I really appreciate it. Do you want to ditch the twins and come to church with me?” Danny asked. "No problem, and you know what I say every time you invite me to church Daniel. No. Oh, and by the way, take it easy in there when you drum today. Last night I noticed you need to take better care of your hands' dude. You're going to ruin them before you have a shot at becoming a successful drummer." Sam said looking down at Danny's blistered hands that were sitting in his lap. He never ”took it easy” because he had no other coping mechanisms except drumming. "Oh." Danny said. He thought it was weird that Sam randomly started talking about his hands, especially since he had a dream last about them holding hands. Then suddenly Danny felt a tidal wave of anxiety fire through his brain, travel down his spine, and then into his lower body. Why would he start talking about his hands? Unless it really happened. "So, what do you want to try later?" Sam asked curiously. "What do you mean?" Danny asked calmly. "You know, like what do you want to do next? With me?” Sam asked, directly looking into Danny’s eyes. ”Oh wow.” Danny took a deep breath. INHALE. IGNORE EXHALE CONTINUE. His thoughts were shouting at him to calm down, but he still could not stop his body from panicking. Danny’s hand began to tremble. He could not believe this was happening to him. Danny was filled with instant regret, guilt, and shame. He wanted to run away and never look at Sam again. He wished he could take back holding Sam’s hand. At the same time, he couldn’t deny how good it felt to hold hands with a guy, with Sam for the first time. ”Can we talk about this after church?” Danny looked over at Sam, hoping that he would agree. He didn’t even want to go to church anymore, he merely wanted to be alone. ”What's wrong with you?” Sam asked. ”You’re shaking right now.” ”I’m just cold. And I don't feel good. At. All.” Danny said trying his best to stop shaking. He was thankful that it was December so he could use the weather as an excuse. ”Oh, It’s because you need a hoodie underneath that jean jacket. I got another one in the back, no worries.” Sam said unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car. Sam remembered that he held Danny’s hand that night. He was not that drunk by that hour. Danny was absolutely panicking over it, but Sam appeared to be unfazed by what happened the night before. ”Want me to go to church with you?” Sam asked once he came back from the trunk with an extra hoodie. Danny could not believe his ears. He considered the thought maybe last night when he blew out the candles it had transported him into some parallel universe. Sam was not freaked out at all. Sam wanted to be there for Danny while he could see that he was clearly panicking and wasn't actually cold. He already had Danny figured out, Sam has been there for many panic attacks before this one, and he never left him alone during one. Sam was willing to sacrifice his morning and afternoon to make sure Danny was okay.

”You don’t have too. Jake and Josh will get mad at you later if you don’t go back home now.” Danny replied as he took off his jean jacket to put on Sam’s hoodie, then layered it by putting his own jacket back on as Sam told him to do. ”I want to.” Sam said.” Besides they will get over it if they get mad oh well.” ”Really, thank you.” Danny said looking at Sam with this newfound admiration. ”Of course, like I said yesterday, I would do anything for you.” Sam shrugged. ”Oh and if you want to after church we can hang out and talk about whatever you want.” Danny looked up stared at Sam for a long time. There was so much he wanted to say to him, but he did not know where to start. There were no words to describe how grateful he was to have Sam as his best friend. Danny wanted to give him Sam a really long hug, but he couldn't bring himself to actually do it.

”Okay that sounds good.” Danny smiled. He didn't hug him, but they finally got out of the car and walked into the church together.

-

After the service, they decided to walk down a trail behind Danny’s house. This was the usual spot where they went to rant or talk about people at school, their families, or whatever was going on in their life.

”So. When did you start liking guys?” Sam asked kicking a rock in front of him. There was a brief moment of silence. Danny was unsure how to answer the question. His mind had deeply suppressed the idea of liking guys a long time ago. In the past, whenever he began to feel a certain way about a guy, Danny would always tell himself that it was wrong to think that way.

”I don’t think I like guys. I just know I have these thoughts that I can't control. So I'm thinking maybe if I act on them, they might go away once I see how weird it is to actually ”get with” a guy in real life.” Danny answered. ”Oh. I don't think that’s how it works.” Sam said. He stopped kicking he rock and looked up at Danny. ”But if that’s you think then, okay. I'll still help you out, but what are you gonna do if you actually realize you like guys?” Danny did not want to consider the possibility that he was really gay or anything else besides straight. It was too much for him to handle. If he thought about it long enough, his brain might explode from the mind-blowing possibility that it could be true. ”I’m not gay.” Danny sighed. ”I just need a wake-up call, and you are gonna be it for me. I just need to do this, so I feel more sure of myself, so I can move on with my life. You can back out now if you want too. I know you already do a lot for me, so you don't have to help me do this too. I can find some other guy to make out with and then I can get it over with." Danny silently hoped that Sam was going to back out of it because maybe that would make things easier. If he kissed a guy that was a stranger it might be easier, because then he would not have to think about ruining a friendship.

At first, Sam just stared at Danny, then he looked over at a large rock off to the side of the trail. He walked off the trail and sat down on the rock. Sam leaned back a little and made himself comfortable. "Come here, Danny." "Why?" Danny gulped starting to feel the nerves coming back. "Just come here. I have something to tell you." Sam said. He hesitated, but he still slowly walked over to the rock to sit by Sam. "What is it?" Danny asked scooting closer to his friend. "Yesterday I wanted to tell you this, but I was pretty sure Josh and Jake were going to make fun of me and I didn't want to hear it. I also thought you might make fun of me for even giving you the ring, so I just didn't say anything extra to add on to it. Anyways, last night when I gave you that ring it was not just a symbol of our friendship, it was also a promise from me. It was a promise to be your best friend no matter what happens. I can say a whole list of things, but I promise to always be there. I promise to always hear you out. I promise to never judge you. I swear, I do."

Danny was truly speechless now. “Can I hug you?” He asked. Sam and Danny did not hug very often. They felt like there was no need to hug unless they took a break from seeing each other for a while. Sometimes when Danny had panic attacks then they would hug during or after it happened. ”Yeah.” Sam said, he moved as close as he could to Danny and put his arms around his neck. Danny slid his arms around Sam’s waist and pulled him closer to his chest, practically pulling him into his lap. He began to tighten his grip, digging his fingers into Sam’s rib cage. Danny took a deep breath and let out a sigh. Sam tried to pull away from him, but Danny held him there and didn’t let him move.

”Can we hug longer?” Danny asked when Sam tried to move away again. ”Yeah. If you stop crushing me.” Sam winced. Danny looked down and realized how much pressure he was using in this hug ”Oh I’m sorry! I didn’t mean to hurt you!” Danny gasped starting to move away from Sam. ”It's okay. Come back.” Sam said grabbing Danny’s shirt and pulling him in closer to his face. Now they were nose to nose, making direct eye contact. Sam took a deep breath and he placed one hand on Danny’s face. Danny thought that maybe he should back up and move away, but that never happened. There was no way could blink or look away either, Sam had never been this close to his face before. Sam leaned in and Danny had no time to mentally prepare for what happened next. Sam gave him the most gentle kiss on one side of his cheek. He was positive that it was going to end there, but it didn’t. Sam leaned in more and put both his hands on Danny’s face, then he kissed the other side of his cheek. His lips moved up to the middle of Danny’s forehead then he kissed down the bridge of his nose. Sam paused once he reached Danny’s mouth. Tilting his head, he hovered over Danny’s lips, once he moved a little closer it made their lips lightly touch for a moment. Danny was tingling all over. ”Wait.” Danny said putting his hand on Sam’s chest. ”What?” Sam asked impatiently. ”Promise we will still be friends after this?” ”I promise.” Sam said quickly moving one hand to the back of Danny’s head. Once he moved his head forward, Sam finally got the chance to put his lips on Danny’s mouth. Sam let their closed lips stay pressed together for a moment, but not for too long. Then he grabbed Danny’s hair and tugged it just enough to make him gasp. Sam’s plan to deepen the kiss had worked, he pulled on his hair more, and now Danny’s jaw was slightly opened. That gave Sam the chance to lean forward and to slowly work his tongue into Danny’s mouth. Sam could tell that Danny was hesitant about this next move. Every time Danny would try to back up, Sam would pull him in closer. Eventually, Danny stopped trying to fight it, he put his hands on Sam’s back and started to move them up and down Sam’s spine. After he did this he could feel a shift and then more pressure on his lips. ”Mmm.” Sam lightly moaned into his mouth and started using more tongue. Danny’s hands were sending chills down his spine. Once Sam made that sound and Danny felt himself getting more heated by the second. Sam kept both of his hands underneath Danny’s hair so he could protect his head from hitting the rock when he rolled them over. Now they were laying on top of this uncomfortable rock kissing back and forth. Sam was on top of him with one knee on both sides of his waist, he tried his best to not to let their lips disconnect for more than a few seconds. Danny’s desire to keep kissing Sam only grew stronger, even though he could feel all of the uneven ridges of the rock digging into his back. Then suddenly Sam stopped kissing him. He abruptly pulled away and looked at Danny with a wide smile. “So. How was that kiss?” ”I uh, did not think it would feel like that. Better than I thought I guess? Also, that was way more than one kiss.” Danny said breathing heavily. ”Yeah and all those kisses are not for free.” Sam said sitting up and moving off of Danny’s body. Then he climbed off the rock and looked back up at Danny a smile. ”Oh okay, what do you want?” Danny asked. ”Let see. I. Want.” Sam began to cross his arms and look to the side. Danny waited in anticipation as Sam took his sweet time thinking about what he wanted.

”Weed, alcohol, my favorite snacks, and a few new records.” Sam requested. ”Oh okay.” Danny blushed. He thought that Sam was gonna say something sexual, but he wrong. ”Do you think you like guys now or what?” ”I don’t know, maybe you should come over later?” ”Danny!! Dude. You just can't get enough of me huh!?” Sam teased. ”Shut up Sam.” Danny said feeling the sudden urge to cover his face with his hands. ”But will you? Come over later?”

”You know I will.”

- END OF CHAPTER 2. There is gonna be a lot more writing coming up later, so be prepared.

#greta van fleet #sanny #jakekiszka #samkiszka #joshkiszka #dannywagner #greta van fic #gvf

[amerrierworld]

Curtain. (iii)

Carol (2015) fanfiction

Pt: 1 | 2

Word Count: 1,884

"Hey, T, you alright?" Dannie said as they got back to Therese's place. He leaned against the wall as she struggled to get her keys out.

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"Well, ya seemed a bit distracted during dinner. Did something happen? Was it Richard?"

Therese hesitated in answering as her hand halted on the door knob. Sure, Richard was always a pain in her ass. Their respective jobs kept them apart, thank God, but Therese was never the keenest on keeping exes in her circle of friends. In this case she had no choice.

"Yeah, kind of. I mean, he's always been a misogynistic asshole, don't you think? I can only handle him for so long at any given time," Therese said, breezing inside with an air of nonchalance. Dannie wasn't having any of it as he followed her.

"Or was it a certain blonde boss that was keeping you from enjoying the night?" he asked as he followed her up the stairs.

"Shut up, Dannie," Therese quipped back without looking at him. "I'm stressed, alright? You might get a bit of a break now that the show's done, but I've got a new job coming up and that shit's never easy."

"Right, sorry, T, I didn't mean to upset you."

Therese sighed as they got to her door, turning to face him. "No, it's okay. I'm being weird, I know. It's just... well, sometimes I get confused, y'know? Like I just don't know what I want, and I get swept up in all these things and people around me, and I can't say no to any of it. Now what am I doing? I'm barely out, and barely paying my rent, and not doing the jobs I originally wanted to do. I never planned to be an art teacher of any kind. And it all just piles up."

She was staring at the ground, brows furrowed as she thought things through. Though she wouldn't tell Dannie the real aggressor of her overloaded thoughts was in fact the director, it was the only thing truly on her mind. She hadn't looked at anyone properly or found anyone as attractive as the blonde woman who she didn't even know the first name of. It scared her.

Two strong arms wrapped around Therese firmly and Dannie hugged her during her brief ruminating session.

"I can't imagine what it's like, T," he said, his chin on her hair. "I know it's probably tough, Phil's had a hell of a ride with figuring himself out and that took a toll on him. You've had it almost worse in my opinion, cause it took being with a shithead like Richard-"

Therese snorted.

"... to make you realize that you deserve more, and better."

"Being gay is the best thing in the world," Therese sighed. "But also the worst. No girls I look at ever know what they want. Or what they like. Or they're just experimenting. And, you know, homophobia..."

"Ignorance."

"Hate."

"Yeah, but girls."

"Yeah. Girls," Therese cracked a smile and Dannie did too. He bumped her arm playfully and she opened her apartment door.

"You wanna come inside for a drink?"

"Nah, I better head home. Phil's probably done his shift so I gotta make sure he eats at least something other than Redbull before he crashes on the bed."

"Gotcha."

"Let me know if you need anything, okay? I'm just a call away."

"I know, Dannie. Thank you."

"Goodnight T, have some sweet... blonde... dreams!"

Therese tried to swing her purse at him but missed as her best friend went cackling down the stairs.

-

September - before the first day

"Oh, Miss Belivet, is it?" asked the elderly lady at the front desk. Therese nodded, pulling at her skirt, her bag swung over her shoulder as she stood by the reception desk of the school- her new school.

She'd been working tirelessly the past week to really get herself in order. She even had a plan for the kids; themes accompanied with the crafts, and lessons in the art they were doing, not just mindless cutting and glueing. God, she definitely wasn't getting paid enough for this. Therese hoped her work would at least be appreciated.

"I was called to see the school today with Mrs... Robichek, I think it was?"

"Yes, you're right, I'll just page her down."

Therese waited by the receptionist, wandering a bit as she took in the school's architecture. Despite its clear technological advances of the relatively up-to-date phones, computers and printers, the school itself still had an old architectural feel to it, like something out of the 50s. The floors had a horrendous tiled pattern and the walls' pale green colours had faded into something ghastly.

Shuffling caught her attention and Therese turned to see a small, old lady with thick framed glasses in the doorway of the office. Though she looked just as ghastly as the school's design, she had a peppy smile on her face.

"Welcome, Theresa," she began. Therese's own smile faltered a little but she couldn't be bothered to correct her new colleague. Robichek, or Ruby as she introduced herself, gave Therese a tour of the small but well-regarded school.

"Now, you've got it easy, Theresa dear. You'll just need to be here everyday after school, no need for those 8am calls! Hah!"

Therese zoned out a bit as she watched the janitors and teachers bustle about the school, preparing for the new year and welcoming all the kids. Teachers with boxes filled with notebooks and markers. Desks being shuffled around and moved. The janitors cleaning the windows and floors thoroughly, making the tiles shine so brightly it gave Therese a headache.

"Here we are," Ruby suddenly piped up, entering a small classroom. Therese did a full turn once inside, noting the sink at the back of the room, handy, she thought. A selection of about 20 seemingly unused easels were propped up against the far wall, making Therese's hands itch with excitement.

"Now, usually this is Mr. Tucker's classroom. After 3pm, you've got it for yourself. You won't be allowed to move or touch his desk, but do whatever you like with the rest of the set up, as long as you move it back at the end of the day."

"What does Mr. Tucker teach?"

"Hm? Oh, during the school day he teaches the eighth graders, mainly. He's also coach and teaches gym, so he barely uses this room for his own things; that's what the gym office is for."

Therese wandered around the room for a bit, wondering if she was invading someone's space by being here. But no, she was only playing babysitter for kids after school. Administration insisted it still needed a curricular focus, according to Ruby, that's why they wanted an art-focused program rather than just letting kids waste their time for an hour or two.

"Between you and me, I think they're also doing it so they can cut some of the art funding during the regular day. This is technically outside of school hours so they don't have to worry about it, but they still count it as the curriculum being met," Ruby scoffed. Therese hummed in response, knowing how little arts were appreciated in schools nowadays, especially for younger years.

"Well, I think that's it, my dear! There's room in the teacher's lounge for your things once you start tomorrow. You needn't worry about taking up anyone's space, so do what you like."

"Thank you, Mrs. Robichek."

"Not a problem."

"Can I ask one question though? Where are all the art supplies?"

"Ah, that. Well. You see, I'm afraid this is as much as you're gonna get. It's an art club, Miss Belivet. The school board isn't going to be buying supplies for you."

With that, Mrs. Robichek walked out, leaving Therese to her own devices. She wandered about, checking the drawers in the cabinets and by the sink. A box of broken crayons and old Crayola markers was all she found. Some scissors, half a pack of construction paper, a couple glue sticks... The only real asset were the easels at the back of the room. Someone probably funded those with good intention, but no one seemed interested to use them properly.

As she crouched by the sink, rummaging through the last few piles of flimsy paper and boxes, the door opened. In walked a beanpole of a man- thin glasses framing his beady eyes. He was dressed in a suit that seemed to hang off of his body, old and boring in every way. He had a box in hand that he set on the desk before noticing Therese at the other end of the room.

"Who are you?" he asked immediately. This, Therese assumed, was Mr. Tucker.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Tucker. I'm Therese Belivet, I'm-,"

"The new art teacher, yes I know. I suppose we're sharing this classroom for the year, hm?"

Therese nodded bleakly as she got up, a forgotten glue stick in hand.

"I'll have you know I have a very strict way with my things, Miss Belivet. I will not allow you to move anything off of my desk. This need for art after school nonsense is ridiculous in my opinion, but I will mostly be in my separate office by the gym. Do what you like with those things,"  he nodded to the easels, "but don't make a mess of my classroom."

Therese was stumped by the man's arrogance and haughty behaviour so she clasped her hands in front of her instinctively, like she was a student back at boarding school. "Of course, sir."

He gave her a pointed look, not moving from his spot. Understanding the cue, Therese hurried out the classroom as fast as her feet would carry her.

God, what a weasel of a man, she thought, taking a breather as she headed back to the main office. She wouldn't be needed until 3pm the next day, which opened up her mornings nicely. She waved goodbye to the receptionist, who she learned was named Patricia, and walked out in the late summer evening air.

Therese hurried to get a cab, texting Dannie on her way back to her apartment.

met 3 new colleagues today. 1/3 was actually bearable

Dannie replied within a few minutes.

no shit, eh? what are they like?

receptionist is nice, does her job and didn't ask any questions. this one other lady teacher seems to be like everyone's overbearing grandma (good thing she teaches kindergarten i guess??) oh and the last guy seems like a total creep- really uptight

what does he teach?

gym. he's the coach of whatever teams they can even have here. it's such a small school.

damn, he's not ripped is he? if he creeps you again i could take him down, maybe.

lol nah he's a stick more than anything. doesn't seem to like me, or art for that matter. i have to share a classroom with him.

bummer. maybe paint the walls a sick fluorescent magenta? that might send him a message. kids would enjoy it too

Therese snorted at her phone, though the message gave her an idea. She hastily sent a reply to Dannie before directing the cab to the nearest art supply store.

A/N: Two updates in one day. I couldn’t help myself :3 Hope you like it folks. It won’t be long until our two leading ladies meet, I promise.

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Reappraising Companions

Years after having watched every available episode of Doctor Who, I've had plenty of opportunities to rewatch episodes time and time again. As with most movies and television, I've found revisiting certain stories and eras has caused me to see them in a different light. A story I may have once reviled is suddenly more interesting. I even came to appreciate Peter Davison's performance as the Fifth Doctor for its subtle nature. But what about companions? Are there any companions I didn't care for at first, which I've softened toward over time? That is the question I wish to explore.

Below I've chosen a selection of companions of whom I had initially disliked for various reasons. They span across multiple eras and both the classic and modern versions of the show. With each companion, I have endeavoured to be fair in my reappraisal, but this doesn't mean I've changed my mind. I would also like to state that none of these appraisals are about the actors. My goal is to evaluate companions by the way they were written. The performance will come secondary.

1. Danny Pink

I chose Danny Pink to kick this list off because he is the reason I am writing this article in the first place. Recently, I took to rewatching a selection of Danny Pink episodes, in hopes that I may find something I didn't initially see. When Samuel Anderson was cast as Danny, I was excited. I've always been a big fan of male companions. They offer a different dynamic to the TARDIS that we don't often get to experience. However, in the wrong hands, they can be exhausting. Enter Steven Moffat.

When Steven Moffat took the reins of Doctor Who, he introduced us to Rory Williams. A smart, loyal, and combative male companion, not at all enamoured with the Doctor's mystique. At his worst, Rory was made to compete with the Doctor for Amy's affection. At his best, Rory held the Doctor accountable for the lives he brought aboard the TARDIS. With Danny, I felt like this is what Moffat was trying to do again, but this time, it wasn't as successful.

When we're introduced to Danny, we watch him and Clara fumble over their words like teenagers. It's meant to be cute, but their chemistry is non-existent. It feels like watching an episode of Coupling, in that it's painful and causes me to scan the room for exits. Their adorkable awkwardness is supposed to endear us to their relationship, but it seems forced. This is compounded when the Doctor enters the equation. Forcing Danny to fight for something very few of us in the audience believe in the first place.

Once again we find the male companion being forced to compete with the Doctor for the affection of a woman. But in this instance, instead of holding the Doctor accountable, Danny seems to hold the Doctor in contempt. Coming from his own history of military training and PTSD, Danny projects all of his inner struggles onto the Doctor. Which is unfortunate, as Danny's inner turmoil is his most humanistic trait. This wouldn't be the first time in Moffat's era where the Doctor's nature as a hero was called into play. The problem with Danny's appraisal of the Doctor as a general, barking orders, is that he's wrong. And we as an audience know it.

Not only do we know it, but so does the Doctor. The Doctor even gets a character arc over the identity crisis Danny gives him, wherein he realises Danny is wrong about him. Danny, however, never comes around to the Doctor's side. Even in his final moments on screen, he remains combative with the Doctor, in an exhausting refusal to grow as a character. We're supposed to believe he's come to some sort of character growth of self-acceptance by sacrificing his chance at a new life, for the life of a boy he mistakenly killed. Instead, he carries the same chip on his shoulder to his grave.

Danny is a companion wholly failed by writing. Even at his most heroic, it seems in service of making the Doctor look like a buffoon. His mimicking a soldier while yelling in the Doctor's face is embarrassing for everyone involved. Imagine this is your boyfriend meeting your friends. You would be mortified by his behaviour. Now imagine you have to lie about hanging out with your friends because it might make your boyfriend upset. Now imagine this friend is a very dashing person who constantly puts the lives of others before him. Danny and Clara's courtship is a romance by gaslight.

2. Clara Oswald

Clara is a whole other can of worms. I could probably dedicate an entire article to her character. I should clarify that my initial dislike for her character is somewhat mired in personal disappointment. By the time Clara was introduced, we had seen a string of modern human companions. We got the occasional tertiary companions from the future, such as Captain Jack or River Song. But we hadn't had a main companion from the past, future, or another planet. So when Jenna Coleman was introduced as Oswin Oswald, Junior Entertainment Manager of the starliner Alaska, I was very excited. Finally, a companion from the future! I was so ready for the Doctor to go on a quest to save Oswin from the cruel fate of becoming a Dalek. What an exciting storyline that was going to be.

And then we see her as governess Clara Oswin Oswald. Ok... Well at least she's still from a different era, right? Oh, she's dead now too? Oh. Much like Moffat's Dracula, all of this great promise was suddenly dashed against the rocks of a contemporary setting. Sigh. I was so excited. What we're given in “The Bells of St. John,” is a new character with less direction than either Oswin or the governess before her. So much that Moffat had taken to literally modulating her brain with an app. Maybe she's really good with computers now? Sorry friends, much like Rose Tyler's gymnastics and Peri Brown's botany, it's never going to come up again.

And this is the biggest issue I have had with Clara Oswald. She spends most of her screen time fluctuating between what character they're writing her as this week. The writers simply didn't know what to do with her while the Doctor tried to figure out why she's so "impossible." One week she's wacky, one week she's stern, another week she's bisexual queer bait. Her characterisation is all over the charts, which sadly, tracks with her entire storyline. She's a woman, fragmented across time, and so is her personality. And don't even get me started on that impossible girl nonsense.

Steven Moffat once said in an interview that one or two people usually guess his big reveal ahead of time, but that no one had guessed Clara's. Perhaps that's because nobody's fan theory was "It's going to be absolute shite." Instead of just being a woman who gets to be her own person, she has to become the most importantest companion. She has to save the Doctor by being planted throughout his timeline, saving him from the Great Intelligence. You know, by sometimes being born as herself, and other times being born as a Time Lord. Sometimes knowing who the Doctor is, other times having no idea whatsoever. Sometimes having a name that is a play on of Oswald, or Oswin, or Clara. And at no times did it make any kind of sense.

The funny thing is, that for me at least, Clara's character doesn't really become interesting until all of that nonsense is behind her. The Clara I find most compelling is the Clara in mourning. Clara post-Danny Pink is a Clara with focus. Her mood swings seem more from a place of destructive behaviour in the wake of great loss. Watching her hold the TARDIS keys hostage above a volcano was some seriously gripping stuff. Aside from the gross digs at her appearance, I found the Twelfth Doctor's relationship with Clara far more endearing than that of the Eleventh Doctor. It may have taken them until her final moments as a companion, but they did get her right, in the end.

3. Melanie Bush

Back in 2015, I had the opportunity to meet Louise Jameson, who played Leela, my all-time favourite Doctor Who companion. I also got to meet Colin Baker, who was all charm. Also in attendance was Bonnie Langford, aka, Doctor Who's Mel. After having gotten autographs from Louise and Colin, and having circled the convention hall a few times, I decided "Sure, why not. Let's meet Bonnie Langford. It's only 10 quid for an autograph." Upon meeting her, she was a very kind woman, and even still, I was racking my brain for something nice to say about Mel. To save face, I lied a very simple lie. I said, "I really liked you in Doctor Who." She smiled, said thank you, and signed my picture. And I walked away, taking my shitty liar mouth with me.

Because the fact is, I didn't like her in Doctor Who. I found every moment she was onscreen excruciating. From her poodle haircuts, to her 80's disaster attire, to her fat-shaming the Sixth Doctor, to her constant screaming at every little thing, she depressed me. I spoke in my review of "Terror of the Vervoids," just how weird it was that we're never actually introduced to her as a character. Instead, Peri is written off, and suddenly, Mel is there, already chummy with the Doctor. You guys know Mel, she's the Doctor's friend, because we told you she was! Instead of getting to know Mel slowly, we're thrown into the deep end, forced to sink or swim within the curls of red hair piled high. Mel doesn't just come out of nowhere, she comes on strong. Fitness expert Mel here to get your fat Doctor Who loving asses into shape. Drink this carrot juice you geek pig!

Not even in Big Finish audios was I finding myself warming up to Mel. When Ace was introduced, they couldn't have pushed Mel out quicker. I found everything about Ace immediately refreshing. Here was a calm and collected badass rebel that I could get behind. It's ironic then; that it was in the Seventh Doctor era that I have begun to find something likeable in Mel. Much like Clara Oswald,  a changing of Doctors enriched my appreciation for her character. This appreciation didn't come immediately, mind you, it came about around my third or fourth watch-through of "Paradise Towers."

Perhaps it's the influence of Andrew Cartmel, but with the Seventh Doctor, I have begun to appreciate Mel in the snarkiest manner. Mel is best utilised as a commentary on the Doctor/Companion relationship. She's precocious to a fault, she chews scenery, she screams at the drop of a hat, and she is oftentimes a naive idiot. Yet in "Paradise Towers," it becomes hilarious. Like much of the 80's era of Doctor Who, there is a very "2000 AD," atmosphere to the stories, and I could easily see this as a setting for Judge Dredd to drudge through, busting skulls and filling bodies with bullets. Setting the sunshiny persona of Mel against this backdrop is so brilliant that I can't imagine another companion in this story. Where she would usually grate against me, her sharp contrast from the things happening around her is exactly why I began to soften toward her.

Not even the ire from the Kangs could shake Mel's confidence, which is oddly what makes her cool. Or "ice-hot," as they would say. For the first time, Mel's headstrong sense of self makes her a rebel. She doesn't need to follow a crowd to feel accepted. Sadly, very few writers were able to find this core to Mel, but it was enough for me to be able to look at her in a different light. I could finally look at Mel and say I did like her in Doctor Who. Even if it was just for a moment, and even if it was somewhat at her expense. From a very cynical perspective, Mel can actually be pretty fun.

4. River Song

I know a lot of you are probably aghast to see River Song on this list, but I assure you, I have my reasons, and they are not without consideration. I should begin by saying some good things about River. She's smart, she's competent, she's got a healthy grasp on her sexuality, and she's cool. Why then did I not like her very much the first few times I watched her? Well, if you hadn't noticed, the bulk of this list are characters written by Steven Moffat, and once again, it all comes down to writing.

We're first introduced to River in the Tenth Doctor two-parter "Silence in the Library/Forest of the Dead." At first, she's just one of a team of forgettable space scientists on an expedition. However, as she finds out the Doctor is who he is, her entire demeanour changes. Like Mel on steroids, we're given a heaping dose of "Who does this bitch think she is, being all familiar with the Doctor?" Only, instead of it lasting one episode, it's every interaction we have with her character beyond this point. Instead of getting to watch River and the Doctor grow as a couple, we're forced to watch them meet in opposite directions. It is the antithesis of "show, don't tell." Everything about the Doctor and River's relationship is implied. "You're going to love me someday," she promises. Couldn't we just see it play out naturally? Spoilers.

This idea is one that can only really be done on a show like Doctor Who, where things are wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey. The problem is, this doesn't mean that the idea is worth exploring, or even successful. It's made even worse when the relationship implied is one deeper than friendship. The Doctor is famously chaste, married only to his TARDIS and what lies ahead. Because of this, the idea of a person the Doctor will someday trust enough to share his real name and eventually marry carries with it a sizeable amount of convincing. Such a huge shift in the show's dynamic requires a lot of character development. Sadly none of that is to be seen onscreen. Who is Jim the Fish? Who cares? Steven Moffat's joke of "I'll explain later," became painfully prophetic of his time as showrunner.

I've got no complaints about River being a Time Lord, or even her being the child of Amy and Rory. Those elements are fine, really. It's the way in which she is presented which I find most detrimental to her character. I never did buy into the idea that the Doctor loved her as a wife. Their wedding seemed necessary to save the universe, as opposed to a union made out of love. Any kind of enjoyment I've ever gotten out of River stems mostly out of my love for Alex Kingston's performance. Where the show fails to establish her, she more than makes up for in style and substance. I grew to like River Song, despite the show's failure to ground her properly. River grew on me as she always said she would, but by no effort on the part of the writers. River is cool because River is cool, not because it was inferred that she was.

5. Susan

If you’ve followed this blog long enough, you’ll know I’ve already mellowed on Susan. In my reviews of the First Doctor era, I’ve had mostly good things to say about her character. This doesn’t change the fact that I found her utterly irritating at first, and it feels appropriate to talk about it here.

My initial dislike for Susan is a lot like my intial dislike for Clara. A lot of it was wrapped up in my own expectations of the character. Susan is the Doctor’s granddaughter. She is a Time Lord, therefore she should also be brilliant. And we get a lot of that in her first episode. She is mysterious, she’s enigmatic, and she is brilliant. Even her teachers at school found her perplexing. But the show doesn’t continue down that line. In fact, there are times when they make Susan borderline stupid. But how much of this is clouded by my own preconceptions?

For starters, Susan wasn’t a Time Lord. At least, not then. She was just a young girl. She may have been smarter than her fellow students, but this played more into how she was raised. So when the show depicts Susan screaming at every little thing, grabbing her hair dramatically, it smashed apart my mental image of a Time Lord. I couldn’t appreciate that they had her act this way to help sell a bad effect. Oftentimes Susan, like many Doctor Who companions, had her character sacrificed to make the baddies scarier. It was a product of her time, and even still I feel her character suffers for it.

However, one of the things I have discovered through repeat viewings of the First Doctor era is the surprising amount of character development among the TARDIS crew. The Doctor, Ian, Barbara, and Susan all go through deep character development that was sadly often secondary in classic Doctor Who. Before the nature of the Doctor and companions was transient, there was a feeling of a family bond forming. Through this, I have come to find Susan to be a rather deep and sensitive person.

When it comes time to say goodbye to Susan, I can’t say I exactly agreed with the method. The Doctor locking her out and deciding she was mature enough to set out on her own felt hasty. But I would be lying if I didn’t agree that Susan had gone from a little girl to a young woman at that point. When you stop expecting Susan to be the Doctor, and allow her to be a kid, she grows on you instantly.

6. Adric

Let's be honest; it's not really original to hate on Adric. It's nothing new to point out what a bad companion he is, but here we are. Something I constantly endeavour to do on this blog is to be fair. One of my biggest complaints about the Doctor Who fandom is the proprietary attitude people take toward the fandom. The "I don't like it; therefore you shouldn't like it," attitude spat with such vitriol is one of the worst parts about being in the Doctor Who fandom. So when you say "Adric is my favourite companion," I'm not devising an argument for how wrong you are, it's fine. Like who you like. This doesn't mean I'm not also thinking in my head "What? Why?" Because I honestly, without malice, do not understand.

The most I ever enjoyed Adric, was in his introductory story "Full Circle." Setting him against a group of fellow Alzarians dilutes his lesser qualities. In fact, when paired with Varsh, he almost seems likeable. Sadly, we have to say goodbye to Varsh, and it's downhill from there. We're forced to watch a contrarian boy genius butt heads with the Doctor while he waddles around in a toddler's outfit while showing off his pound shop sheriffs badge for "mathematical excellence," to anyone who will listen. Adric is so obnoxious that he makes Wesley Crusher seem likeable in contrast.

However, it's not just his contrarian nature that makes me despise Adric, he's also disloyal to the Doctor and his friends. He's so susceptible to bad ideas as long as they a presented logically, that I've dubbed him the Ben Shapiro of the TARDIS. He's a smarmy little shit who believes himself superior to women, and he's really got no justification for his ill-placed self-confidence. Constantly demanding respect while giving very little reason to deserve it, he's like a poster child for incels. To make matters worse, he's oftentimes wrong and easily duped into taking the side of evil, turning him into more of a liability than an asset.

Recently, the idea that the Thirteenth Doctor could save someone from sacrificing themselves by using the TARDIS at the last moment to save them came under fire. "Why didn't the Doctor do this for Adric?" they said, forgetting conveniently when the Twelfth Doctor did the exact same thing in "Into the Dalek." But yes, why indeed? Why would the Doctor ever let a duplicitous, argumentative braggart die by their own stupid need to solve a math problem? My headcanon is that the Doctor got better at flying the TARDIS. The real reason is that people hated his character. The silence over the credits after Adric dies isn't out of respect for the character. The real reason is that the BBC couldn't secure the rights to Kool and the Gang's "Celebrate Good Times," before it aired.

Listen, I am not unsympathetic toward Matthew Waterhouse. He never should have been given such a big role, considering his utter lack of ability at the time. I imagine it was his own insecurity that fuelled his on-set antics. Giving unsolicited advice to veteran actors is cringey, but also the actions of a young and naive boy, in over his head. I know I said I was going to try and treat the performance as secondary, but in this case, it goes hand in hand. He has the stage presence of a fake. Every moment he's onscreen is disingenuous. The fact that he is present at the death of my favourite Doctor, stinking up the scene is genuine pain to me. If he has been made better in Big Finish, I've not yet heard it. As of now, there is nothing I've seen of Adric that has changed my opinion. But I'm glad if he makes you happy.

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