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Our Empty Graves VIII

Fandom: Danny Phantom / Batman: Under the Red Hood

Pairings: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead on Main)

Rating: Mature

Tags: batfamily, hazmat AU, Nobody Knows AU, Mute!Phantom, potential ghost king danny, slow burn?, DC means Disregard Canon, AU means AU nothing is exactly the same, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, more than canon typical violence, danny is a Halfa and also a Fetch, no beta we die like basically everyone

Summary: They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. They say that Hood calls him Fetch, sometimes Fetcher. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. That he's strong and fast and probably inhuman. The girls say he's sweet; quiet but charming in his own way. Rival gangs say he's vicious; that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

Jason just wants to help him.

Chapter 8: and ive been the bad guy for so long (im growing tired)

Chapter Summary: Danny has an unexpected encounter in the graveyard. Jason is hunting for someone.

Chapter Notes: title from Villain Of My Own Story by Unlike Pluto Links: AO3 // Chapter 1 // Chapter 7 // Chapter 9 // Spotify

It’d been one of the last times he’d been Danny Fenton. One of the last times he’d kept up the facade of humanity. One of the last times he ever saw his sister.

She was home for break, traveling all the way back from her fancy college to shack up at Fentonworks because she had no other place to go. He knew she hated being there. Hated being around their parents. Hated being around him.

Ever since his accident (where he died, where he became other) she’d alternated between excessive clinging and cold distance. Like she was afraid of something. Afraid of losing him. Afraid of him. The more he went out as Phantom, the more he slacked in his studies and ignored his friends that ignored him in turn, the more he broke curfew- the more distance Jazz had put between them. Then she graduated, got a full ride, and left- never looking back. Only until she had to.

He’d been bleeding from the side, because in those days it was rarer when he wasn’t, and trying to patch himself up to stem the flow of red-green-red blood until his powers kicked in enough to heal it up. Technus had gotten him with a nasty saw blade attached to an old brick phone that he hadn’t expected. He should have been paying more attention, should have been better.

He really should have been paying more attention to the people in his house.

He’d climbed in from the window- all in human form so as to avoid the ghost shields around the house. His parents never noticed or bothered to check in on him if they did, so he’d been careless about heaving himself in. He hadn’t noticed Jazz standing, arms crossed, in the corner until she’d gasped at the sight of his wound. At the blood. Red-green-red.

He’d seen the bright green glare of his eyes flashing reflected in hers. A mirror image imposed over fear and building rage.

“What did you do with him,” she demanded, voice trembling but furious. She left the shadows of the corner and stalked toward him where he’d frozen by the window.

“What did you do with Danny?” she hissed, like a viper about to strike, ready and willing even if the warble in her words belied her hesitation.

He remained frozen, struck dumb by fear and panic, frantically trying to think of an explanation. An excuse. A lie. Anything to make his sister stop looking at him like that. Stop looking at him the way she had for the past few years.

“I don’t know-,” he stuttered out as Jazz moved closer and closer, anger making her entire body tremble with every step. His voice was scratchy and painful. He hadn’t had cause to speak in weeks before this.

“Don’t you start that,” she snapped, looming over him. She’d always taken after Dad, height-wise. “Don’t you lie to me. I’ve suspected for years what you are. That- that green only proves it!”

“Jazz-”

“Stop it!” she grabbed his wrist, grip strong and bruising. The neon light of his eyes lit her face at a sinister angle, casting her features in deep shadows. Twisting it. “I know my brother. I know he’d never be like this. Danny would never hurt people like you do!”

He didn’t hurt people! He didn’t, he didn’t. Never on purpose. Never because he meant to. And yet. People still got hurt. People got hurt around him and it was still his fault, because he was the one that opened the portal. He was the one that brought hell upon Amity Park.

He could see his own reflection in her eyes, caught by monster that stared back at him. Caught by the fear he found underneath. The fury of his sister.

She lunged, grabbing his shoulders and shaking him. “Where is he?!”

Tears were cascading down both of their faces. The desperation in Jazz’s voice shook Danny to his core.

“I know who you are,” she intoned. She released him when he still couldn’t muster a response, her face falling into a more terrifying blankness. “I know what you are. Ghost. Phantom. Monster.”

He recoiled, struggling in her grip. He wasn’t a monster. He wasn’t. He wasn’t. He was still himself! Still Danny! Wasn’t he?

“Get out of my house,” she said, back turning to face the wall and her voice still flat. “Get out of his room.”

“Jazz, please,” he croaked.

He didn’t want to leave. Didn’t want to give up the last shards of his shattered humanity. It didn’t matter how dangerous it was to live with his parents like this, on edge during every second of the day and never knowing when he’d get caught, get torn molecule by molecule. Because if he was still here, if he was still trying to go to school, if he was still trying to keep his life together, it meant he had one. He never wanted to die. Never wanted to come back like that.

She whirled around and any words he’d been trying to gather to plead his case fled at the sight of her face. She was still cast in dark shadow, but her eyes blazed, still wet with tears. She was angry, she was afraid. She was hurt. He’d done that. He’d done that to his sister. The sister that had practically raised him.

“It would be better,” she whispered. “For them. For me. To have closure. You aren’t my little brother. For whatever reason you won’t tell me, he’s gone.”

She turned again, a sob wracking her thin frame. She was so thin. Where once she’d trained with their mother in martial arts and packed on wiry muscle, she was now skin and bone. Tears she’d shed had only emphasized the bags that laid underneath. She was shaking. Her hair was dry and thinning. He hadn’t noticed before. Hadn’t noticed how much the stress was getting to her. How much she was hurting. His parents had remained oblivious. Jazz had not. He couldn’t do that to her. He wouldn’t hurt her like that.

“I don’t know if he’s missing or dead, or- or something else. You won’t tell me.” Her voice was strangled with tears, thin but sharp. “That’s fine. It’s actually not, but I can’t force answers out of you.”

She turned her head, arms clutching her torso in some facsimile of a hug. He could see the fear and apprehension on her. He hated it.

“You’re too powerful. I’ve seen you fight. And I’m no hunter.”

She walked away, towards the door of his room, hand reaching out to clutch the door knob in a white-knuckled grip. “But please, stop pretending he’s still here.”

She left. He left. He never returned to that house.

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It’d been an all too familiar confrontation when Red Hood finally saw him for what he was. Nothing but a monster. He’d heard the word so many times now, it was imprinted into his very core. Spat in anger at him, shouted in fear at him, whispered in horror at him. He didn’t know why he tried. Why he kept trying to connect. To feel alive again, feel human again. It never worked. He was too unnatural, too beastly. Grotesque.

He died. He was dead, dead, dead. No amount of wishful thinking would change that. He came back wrong. Inhuman. Freakish. The humans feared him and the ghosts hated him. He couldn’t even die properly. Couldn’t be a ghost properly.

Alone. He was alone. And that’s all he would ever be.

He didn’t deserve anything else. He’d hurt too many people. Jazz. His mom and dad. Sam and Tucker. Valerie. Her father. And he hurt ghosts too. Ember, Desiree, Technus. And he’d killed. Ending may not be a one-to-one correlation with murder, but it still wiped a being from existence. If anything the way he’d crushed Pariah’s core was more visceral. The screaming and screaming and screaming. The tearing and ripping and- consumption. He’d crushed Pariah’s core and eaten it. Ghost Hunger, the Fright Knight had solemnly called it. An instinct ghosts had when fighting so viciously, fighting over territory. Pariah had stolen and claimed his Haunt, he’d asked for a fight to the End the moment he’d taken Amity into the Zone. And he lost. And now it didn’t even matter because his Haunt was lost to him anyway. When the people left, so did his reason for protecting his territory. Then, falling into the portal into Gotham had really cemented the loss.

He was just a ghost with nothing to haunt and a long list of people he’d hurt. Red Hood was simply a new name to add.

He wasn’t even sure what triggered it. It had already just been a waiting game, waiting for the other shoe to drop. He knew that at some point Red would change his mind, figure out what Danny truly was and act accordingly. He’d been so angry with Danny despite how hard he’d tried to be good this time. He wanted to be helpful, wanted to save people where he hadn’t been. Nobody else needed to know the pain of dying, or the pain of coming back different. But he couldn’t go back out there, out there into the streets. Gotham at large was Batman’s territory and he already knew how the Big Bat felt about him. Crime Alley was Red’s territory and he wouldn’t dare to step foot back there without permission.

It didn’t matter how badly he flinched and had to restrain himself every time he heard a scream.

He wouldn’t leave the sanctity of the tree he’d perched in anyway. Not without the protective barrier of his suit. He’d been in such a frantic hurry when he’d left that dojo that he hadn’t grabbed all his gear. Usually, with it being made of ectoplasm, it would reform if it got torn or ripped. He’d never taken it off though. Not like he had on Red’s request. He could tell that the pants were starting to reform around his legs, but it was taking time. Most of his ectoplasm was going towards his wound from before. It might take up to a week before his suit was fully back. He’d left a lot of ectoplasm back at the dojo by leaving his gear, all of it likely turned to goop by now.

He would just spent the rest of his afterlife (however long that was) in this hickory tree in the cemetery, foraging for nuts when he felt up for it. Nothing much else he could do. Back to square one.

“Yo, Cujo!”

He startled at the shout. Had someone lost their dog in the cemetery of all places? Maybe he could help… No. He’d just scare them. But something about that voice was familiar…

“Ey! I’m talkin to you, puppy dog! Get your florescent ass down here!”

Nadi? Why was she here? And was she- looking for him? She couldn’t be. Sure, they’d ‘talked’ a few times after he’d taken down Charlie for her, but she still didn’t have a reason to track him down. It’s not like he worked for Red Hood anymore. But- Maybe she was in trouble? Did she need help?

Worried, he made most of his body intangible so as not to rustle any of the leaves of the tree and took a peek to check on her.

She stood there among the graves in her usual work clothes, hands on her hips and not a hair out of place. He always wondered how she could walk in heels that tall and if she ever got cold with so little clothing. At least she had on a large fur coat to keep her warm in the chill of the night this time. She also looked kinda pissed though. Charlie hovered behind her, looking nervous and wringing his hands.

It was nice to see the man cleaned up. Access to regular hygiene products and clean clothes did wonders for him. Stable amounts of food and shelter helped him fill out and look less gaunt overall as well. As far as Danny had seen he also took his job seriously, making sure the girls- mostly Nadi- had everything they needed and were well taken care of. He was kind of proud to see the man had come so far.

“C’mon kid, I know you’re up there,” she called, staring straight at the tree Danny was hanging in. “I’m not stupid, baby. Trees don’t glow like that on their own.”

Curse him and his bioluminescence.

Reluctantly he turned invisible and started climbing down the tree, making sure to shake the branches on the way down so Nadi could see that he was coming. He didn’t want her to see him like this, without his mask, without his suit, but he also didn’t want to make her stand in the cemetery all night for no reason.

His feet moved the grass, marking his steps where the sight of his body didn’t. The rustling sound alerted Nadi of his approach and she smiled. It was small and kind of sad but at least she wasn’t screaming.

“What are you hiding for, baby?” she asked softly, looking just past his shoulder. “I’ve seen you before.”

He shuffled in place but made no other move. Nadi sighed and he could see Charlie shifting uneasily behind her. Charlie knew to be afraid of him, even if Nadi seemed naively fearless.

“C’mon now, baby boy. I came all the way out here to see you. It took a shit load of annoying Hood to get him to tell me where you might be, you know.”

And that certainly caught his attention. Hood had told her where he was? Hood knew where he was? He… hadn’t hunted Danny down to throw him out even knowing where he was? Even told one of the people under his protection his location? He had so many questions and no way to ask them.

“Looked like he was gonna blast ya head off if ya didn’t stop, too,” Charlie muttered.

“Oh hush, you,” she said, swatting a perfectly manicured hand towards the other. “Hood wouldn’t hurt a fly.”

“You’re fuckin’ nuts, Nadi,” Charlie replied in derision. “Man decapitates people for fun.”

“Mn, whatever,” she dismissed. “Anyway, Cujo, where have you been, baby? I ain’t seen you around at all the past week! And Hood might have told me where you were but he wouldn’t tell me what happened.”

She crossed her arms with a pout, expecting an answer. But he didn’t have one for her. He didn’t want to think about that day in the dojo. Didn’t want to think about the pain. Think about the anger and betrayal he’d seen in Red’s eyes. Danny didn’t know what he did, exactly, but it’d only been a matter of time before Red threw him out anyway. Better now than later when Danny had fully settled in. He didn’t deserve company like this. Didn’t deserve to pretend to be human. Didn’t deserve Red Hood’s generosity.

“Baby,” she said, voice so, so soft and gentle it hurt, “talk to me. Please. I miss my little savior.”

He struggled not to whine with his core, trying to keep the sound in. Her little savior. She missed him. He didn’t know what to do here. Didn’t know what he could even try to communicate. He wanted to disappear on the spot, wanted to leave so she wouldn’t say those kinds of things to him. Things that made him hope. He couldn’t let her do that. But more than that he couldn’t leave. Wouldn’t. He needed to disappear, but more than anything he wanted to stay. Even if it ended in disaster again, he wanted to stay.

His powers flickered with his indecision until he finally dropped the invisibility altogether. He braced himself, closing his eyes even as they filled with tears.

He heard a gasp from Nadi and flinched away. Charlie mumbled a “No fuckin’ way” and he waited for the screaming. Waited for the anger and the fear.

It never came.

“Oh, mi vida,” Nadi cooed. “Look at you. You have a face!”

Charlie, who was standing just behind Nadi and peering around her arm, snorted a startled laugh. He looked disbelieving and wary. But he didn’t look scared. Nadi didn’t look scared either. She stepped closer and Danny held in the flinch at her hands coming close to his face. He almost melted when all she did was cup his cheek and run a hand through his hair. His core rumbled and more tears fell from his eyes at the touch.

He didn’t deserve this. He shouldn’t let her get so close. But he couldn’t pull away. It felt so nice.

“Oh, look at your hair, you poor thing,” she tsked as she ran her fingers through the ragged strands. He’d tried to cut it once, on his own, on one of the last few times he’d been human (pretending to be). He’d been so frustrated with it and he’d already fled the house and it had kept getting in his eyes and its not like he’d had access to scissors. Frustrated ectoblasts did not good hair-cutting tools make. The chunks he’d burned away hadn’t grown back right and the others were growing far, far too long. Not that he’d noticed much before now. His hair stayed under the hood of his suit. Hidden away. Probably why he hadn’t tried to shoot it again.

“This won’t do,” Nadi murmured. “This won’t do at all. Your face is far too pretty for hair like this. It needs to be fixed.”

The words made his face scrunch in confusion. Fix it? Pretty? He was a monster, inhuman. He wasn’t pretty. He couldn’t be fixed.

“Come,” she said, dropping her hands to tug at his arms, gentle, as she started backing up. “Come on. I’m gonna give you a hair-cut, baby. And then we’ll talk about why you’ve been hiding out here.”

He stepped back, phasing his arms out of her grip. He couldn’t. He couldn’t leave the cemetery. If the Batman didn’t hunt him down, then Red would. He’d told Danny to leave. Told him he was a traitor. A monster. He wouldn’t go back into the other’s territory and that’s exactly where Nadi would want him to go.

He shook his head, backing up more to put space between them. He couldn’t. He couldn’t.

“Okay,” Nadi said, holding her hands up. “Okay, mi vida. Don’t go. Please.”

He stopped. Wary.

“You don’t have to talk. But, please, come back with me?”

He shook his head. She didn’t understand. He back up another step, preparing to flee. He shouldn’t have let her get so close in the first place.

“Wait!” she pleaded. And he did. “Is it the hair-cut? Do you not want that? We don’t have to, baby. Just- please?”

He shook his head again. She still didn’t understand. No one ever did. Why was it so hard? This is why he’d never tried before. Never tried to talk. To communicate. No one ever understood. No one except-

He made it to the hickory tree, patting the trunk and looking back at Nadi. He pointedly tapped the trunk again, pointed to himself and then the ground of the cemetery. He pointed to himself, then the direction of the gates and shook his head. Nadi could visit all she liked, but he couldn’t leave. The cemetery, a resting place for the dead, was the only place he belonged anymore. He needed to stop pretending he was still alive and stay in a Haunt he deserved. A place empty and cold aside from the other restless shades.

Nadi deflated, heaving a sigh. “Mi vida, you can’t stay here. This is no place for you. Please, please, come with me.”

He smiled, small and hurt. She was wrong. This was the one place that was for him.

“Okay!” she cried, seeing his intention to return to his new home in the bough of the hickory. He paused. Waiting to see what she would say.

“I’m going to leave,” she declared, hands on her hips. He tilted his head in acknowledgment. “And I’m going to get everything I need. And then I’m coming back and cutting your hair.”

He blinked, not expecting that. She would willingly come back? Willingly see him again? Do a favor for him, even? Why was she so determined? What could possibly posses her to do something like this? What madness had overcome her? This wouldn’t end well. Not for either of them. He shifted uneasily at the thought. She shouldn’t come back. Shouldn’t sympathize with him. Shouldn’t waste her time on him. But it was all so nice. It felt so, so nice. He’d forever be a fool, always falling for the same trap over and over again. Believing he could be with people without it ending in disaster.

Reluctantly, he nodded. He quickly flew back up into the branches of the tree, fleeing at the sight of her smile. He only hoped she wouldn’t get in any trouble with Red on his behalf. It wasn’t her fault she hadn’t seen him as the terrible thing he was yet.

He played with the ends of his wispy hair, the strands floating in the air around him and twining around his fingers like smoke. A haircut, huh? He wondered how she’d even manage that.

It might be nice, though.

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Bruce stared at the screen for what felt like hours and hours, a question rotating within his mind with no solid answer. Had Jason Todd come back to life? Had his son fallen soldier clawed his way out of his own grave? Had he been alone and confused? Further failed by Bruce when he wasn’t there in time?

Had Jason Todd, his greatest regret, come back just to taunt him? To make sure he knew how badly he had failed? To hurt him so, so completely? He couldn’t sleep for how much it pained him to think that the magnitude of his failure was far greater than he’d first thought. Not only had he let Jason die, but he hadn’t been there to help him when he came back, either.

But how.

The grave was watched. It had sensors. He’d had Jason buried far from the Wayne family plots, closer to the Alley that the boy had grown up in, in order to avoid looting and antagonistically nosy reporters. The grave being further away, he’d put up sensors in order to know the moment anyone not authorized approached. If anyone had tried to disturb his boy’s body after death he should have known.

He hadn’t accounted for Jason getting out on his own.

He’d hoped. In the beginning. Every day he’d visit that grave and wait. And every night, the death of his youngest soldier still fresh, he’d go home disappointed. Bitter with himself. Feeling foolish for thinking there was even the slightest chance. He known that Jason would never come back. Could never come back. No matter what scheme he tried to think of, no matter what favor he tried to think of to pull, there was no reviving him. The brain damage had been too severe. The boy’s body broken beyond anything. He’d seen the damage first hand. He knew what he’d done.

And yet.

There was a chance he was back. There was a chance that his boy had come back. That Jason, however changed, was alive again.

And he was killing people. Spiting Bruce and all he stood for.

He lowered his weary head into his hands, cowl pressing uncomfortably against his face. Why now? Why like this?

Red Hood wasn’t the only mystery to have fallen into his lap either. The green glowing boy was wrapped up in all of this as well. But he didn’t know how. He’d let his temper, his hurt, get the best of him when the boy had first appeared on Jason’s grave. He’d already been scolded thoroughly for that by Alfred, and he had come to regret it some on his own. But that didn’t change the mystery of the boy’s identity. Hell, the mystery of the boy’s species. He was an unknown variable in Gotham and Bruce couldn’t stand to leave it alone. The boy could be dangerous, doubly so now that he’d taken up with Red Hood’s gang.

All he had to go on were rumors.

Security footage shorted out or was taken over by Red Hood in the first place. The blood that had been left after their initial fight had come back inconclusive. He had no record of whatever substance the boy was made of. His intentions were unknown. His power set was unknown (and he had powers, that much he’d been able to glean). His origins were unknown. And every lead Bruce looked into became a dead end.

He didn’t have the time or energy to dedicate to the case, not unless it directly involved the Red Hood. The Jason Todd case.

Thankfully Tim would be coming back to Gotham soon, a small break from his work with the Titans. He could offload the case to Tim and not think about the immense guilt he felt every time he looked at his latest Robin. He’d sworn after Jason’s death that there would never be another, and yet Tim had wormed his way into Bruce’s life and refused to leave. If he distracted himself with Red Hood’s case and gave another one to distract Tim, maybe they wouldn’t have to interact as much and Bruce wouldn’t have to feel so goddamn sad about it.

He’d give Tim the courtesy of welcoming him back before leaving himself. He’d follow his next lead back to Ra’s and question the man within an inch of his life. If he had had anything to do with Jason being resurrected and then subsequently kept from him, he didn’t know what he was liable to do.

First, he’d wait for Robin to come home. He felt like he was always waiting for his Robin’s to come home, they so often left the nest.

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Harley was waiting.

She knew she was being hunted and there was no escape. That was fine. She didn’t want to escape, she was here to deliver a message to the newest Bat running in the streets. Oh, Red Hood may bot want to admit he was a new Bat, but Harley knew better. Boy wasn’t exactly subtle with his identity and while Brucie B might have trouble accepting the truth, she knew better than anyone that people could have a habit of coming back from the dead. Her dear Mistah J had managed it enough times. Jason Todd coming back and antagonizing his old man was no surprise. That it took him this long to find her was what was surprising.

“Harley Quinn,” said a voice, deep and heavily modulated. Harley wondered if the baby boy wonder had really grown so much or if it was a mask. Or maybe it was a side-effect of his resurrection. Who could tell.

“Baby bird,” she sang, swinging her hammer up onto her shoulder. “Good ta see ya again.”

“How-”

She spun to face her intruder. She was precariously perched on the ledge of an abandoned building out near the docks. She’d been waiting for Red Hood to show his masked face and he didn’t disappoint. She swung her hammer out towards the boy, leaning back over the edge and using it as a counterbalance to keep herself on the roof. Hood kept his gun on her the entire time.

“Puh-lease,” she said, “you may be able to taunt ol’ Batty boy about who you are, but don’t think you can fool the fool here, Jaybird.” She relished in watching the big little guy flinch. “You’re not exactly subtle, ya know.”

“What do you want, Harley,” he asked, although it didn’t really sound like much of a question. She pouted at him. He was the one to hunt her down and, yeah, she might have caused a little trouble to get his attention, but still. She knew what he wanted.

“It’s not about what youse can do for me, but what I can do’s for you.” She swung her hammer again until it rested on the ledge and she leaned on it for support. “I hear ya been lookin for Mista J.”

And she had heard about that. Rumors wafting up from the underground about Red Hood being on a hunt for the Joker. The other rogues thinking the man was insane, he already had a hit on him from Black Mask (not something any of the usual rogues were willing to touch without testing more of Red Hood’s skill (they were mostly insane, not stupid. No one wanted to battle a guy willing to go toe-to-toe with Black Mask and seemed to be winning.)) and now he wanted to tango with the Big Guy? The Clown Prince of Crime?

Rule number one for Gotham villainy- never work with the Joker. Everyone thought they could control him, predict him, work around his brand of crazy. No one ever succeeded. Ra’s got the little bird killed trying to work with Mister J. Penguin got blasted in the ass the last time he’d tried to hire the Clown for help. Harley was the only one that could match the Joker, the only one that could work with him without it backfiring. She was the harlequin to his jester, the tit to his tat.

“You know who I am,” he said. And she did. That was part of the point here. “You know what I want with him. You’d give me your ‘precious puddin’ for nothing?”

She didn’t like being mocked like that, but she let it go. It wouldn’t do to lose her temper here.

“I wouldn’t say it’s nothin’, Little Hood,” she said, twirling a lock of blonde hair around her finger. “An’ sides,” she added, trying her best to look sad, “me and Mista J ain’t exactly square anymore. He hurt me good and I’ma lookin’ to hurt him back. I let you attem an’ we both win in the end, ya see?”

“If he hurt you so bad, then why don’t you want revenge for yourself instead of handing it off to me?” he sounded cautious, but willing to believe her. Sucker.

“Well, deep down somewheres in here,” she pointed to her heart, “I still love the guy.” She swooned, nearly falling off the roof with her dramatics, but she kept her place. She knew how to balance, to walk that thin, thin line. “Wouldn’t be able to pull the trigger. You, on the otha hand,” she stopped to sweep a hand in Red’s direction, “gots plenty a triggers to pull.”

“Don’t play with me, Harleen,” he growled. Ooh, so scary. She’d seen that boy in pixie shorts, chasing crime in his greenie-tighties, she wasn’t intimidated by him. He might have a gun, but she had a hammer. And hyenas if the situation called for it.

“Ain’t playin’!” She said, swaying on the ledge with the force of her denial. “Pinky swear!” she held up a pinky, but kept her other hand behind her back, crossing her fingers.

“Heard ya got a doggy to play with anyhow,” she said, distracting. She knew his little friend had run off without him. Poor boy had never been any good at playing nice.

“Ran away,” he said, voice curt and closed off. Ooh, she’d definitely hit a sore spot.

“Aw, that’s too bad!” she cooed, before stretching her face into a wide, sharp grin. “Was hopin’ we could play fetch.”

“Tell me where he is or get shot, Quinn,” he growled. Oh, maybe the nerve was a tad too sensitive. Oopsie.

“Party pooper,” she pouted. She swung her hammer up onto her shoulder and sauntered closer, ignoring the had tightening on the gun still pointed at her head. She knew he wouldn’t shoot. He needed her intel too much. Boy was too much like his dad for that.

“Alright,” she said, “Mistah J is gonna be havin a little party. Don’t know why, just that he is. And I so happen to have an exclusive in-va-ta-tion.” With that she pulled out a little card and waved it around in the other’s face.

He made a grab for it and she pulled back. “Ah, ah,” she sang. “You gotta promise you let me know when you RSVP. I wanna see you crash his shindig, ya dig?”

“Fine,” he bit out. And Harley could just hear him grinding his teeth. Gosh, she loved riling up the Bats. He snatched the card out of her hand and she let him. He pulled out a grapple (classic Bat behavior) and was about to swing away before she shouted after him.

“Maybe you can bring your little doggie friend too!”

She laughed as she dodged the bullet that embedded itself into the concrete where she’d been standing a second earlier. Oh, what a fun little bash they would have. She clapped and laughed as she hopped down the fire escape, switching to a jaunty whistle as she strolled the docks. She knew why her puddin’ was throwing his soiree. Knew that it wasn’t something the baby bat could crash. Not when he was the guest of honor! Sure hoped he liked the cake they picked out for his welcome home party! And the explosives!

#naps fics #dp x dc #Our Empty Graves #dpxdc

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aalghul · 2 years

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Jason Todd’s Childhood Friends

I’m pretty sure these are all of them but if I missed any, let me know!

EDIT: I forgot Chris, so thanks @leoruby-draws for reminding me. (This is another edit actually. I just saw this get a reblog and I suddenly remembered where Danny and Jason being friends came from.) @janestvalentine reminded me of Donald Brinks.

While I’m here again anyways, I just want to say that I’m not including Roy based off that one three page short story. Roy was a whole adult with a child when Jason was 11 going on Titans missions with them. N52 is on something else and I’m not acknowledging it.

In chronological order:

Donald Brinks: Batman (1940) Annual #9 mentions that Jason worked on a school project with Donald. It’s probably not enough proof, but Bruce remembered him kindly. I wouldn’t doubt that Bruce just memorizes any name Jason ever dropped, but we can pretend.

Eddie: In Blue Devil #19, we have Kid Devil and Robin being the absolute cutest babies the world of sidekicks has to offer, and finding out (through their letters, because they’re adorable pen-pals) that they’re after the same criminal. I can guarantee that you have never seen anything more adorable than the tiny pen-pal wonder and his also tiny friend.

Rena: First appearing in Detective Comics #561, Rena was an immediate love interest of Jason’s (literally at first sight lol), and then she instantly invited Jason to get high with her after school. Spoiler: they didn’t, Jason eventually ends up busting the gang that was putting pressure on her, then they’re a couple (of babies). She moved around a lot, every year or so, because of her dad’s job, so she had a bit of a problem with loneliness and not fitting in. Despite all of the drug talk, my girl really was a good kid.

Danny Chase: Right before he figured out that Jason had died, he mentioned that he had called Jason, “Toddster”, earlier that week. The casual phone call and nickname do lean in favour of them being friends, despite never having interacted (because Jason’s time on the Titans had been explicitly confirmed to have carried over from pre-crisis, but he didn’t interact with any of them on panel post-crisis).

Chris: I originally forgot him, but honestly that’s probably for the best. N52 is famous for bad decisions and not knowing how time works, and a very good example of that is Red Hood and the Outlaws (2011) #25 (Zero Year tie-in) having taken place before Jason was even adopted by Bruce, but for some reason he’s already fifteen. That’s not even mentioning how annoying I found the way Talia’s fighting ability was downgraded. Moving onto Chris, himself, though. I’m sure people could argue that he’s a good foil for Jason as a street kid, but I think it’s stupid + he’s annoying. I’ll give him points for including Jason in his (stupid) idea because he wanted him to benefit too, and that he sided with Jason at the end when he could have just ignored him and stayed with the other Red Hoods. But then he only gets more annoying, so.

Gabby: Red Hood/Arsenal #4 shows us Jason being recognized by a waitress at a diner in Gotham, him also remembering her as soon as she did so. Everything about their interaction and the quick flashback is so important because it’s calling back Jason characterization as a kid who had to be rough to help himself and others, all aspects of that being a defence mechanism of some sort. Jason takes a moment to ruminate over how much better his life would be if Batman hadn’t taken him in, not muse that he would be some sort of criminal. I would love to see more that, if writers want to talk about what would have happened to Jason without Bruce so bad. The fact that Gabby triggered that thought in him, as well as reminded him that he was a good kid and helped people long before the cape, really shows that she had weight in his life. She even knew and cared about him enough to deal with when he lashed out. I would complain about Jason implying that he doesn’t care about people, but with the context of the rest of their interaction, it’s obvious that Jason’s self perception is not intended to match the reality. I like what that says about how he perceives his actions and how he thinks others might. His choosing to just help her out with that money but decide to stay out of her life is so typical Jason. I mean that both fondly and derogatorily.

Numbers: Gotham Nights #11. In a home like Ma Gunn’s, while we know he was already a target for the other residents and undoubtedly other people as well, he chose to take the punishment for something he knew Jason had done. All because Jason had been the first to show him kindness after he had already been beaten down by life as a child. It wasn’t the most clear or well done, but I liked that there was subtle commentary on how some people didn’t get to escape a life of crime when conditions force them into it. This story provides proof for why Jason wouldn’t just kill henchmen and people he didn’t deem personally deserving by having chosen to commit unforgivable acts. It’s proof of that choice being the more interesting concept, at least. As with Gabby, Jason doesn’t give Numbers the option of reconnecting with Jason after he has helped Numbers. Not surprising since we’ve seen Jason leave people before they leave him often (example: how he broke it off with Roy Harper).

Dana: She only existed for Red Hood: Outlaw #52 and #52, but she is easily the best original character to come out of RHATO. She’s my personal favourite for so many reasons (it’s literally two issues, please read them), but her friendship with Jason is wonderful too. Considering Dana’s filling him on everything, introducing him to her friends, and that he didn’t know about her being a vigilante before #52 or her dad’s leg, we know they didn’t really get to catch up before Jason left Gotham after UTRH. It’s probable that Dana didn’t even know he was alive until the Iceberg Lounge thing. We know she’s been watching over his old apartment, possibly since he first got adopted by Bruce. They were probably very close when they were kids if that’s the case. Especially since her dad remembered him easily and even characterized him as “polite” and having been “skinny”, all immediately after meeting him again. Same goes for Dana’s sister, Denise, who Jason got along with easily as soon as she showed up, even though they hadn’t talked in years.

Max: Oh, Max. Firstly, I hate this art. Now. Truth & Justice as a whole was a mess because it missed its intention by a whole lot. Seriously, I know DC wanted people to think of it, and I also know that they put effort into making it clear that they don’t care. #10-13 are about Jason attempting to solve the murder of his childhood best friend, Max Dawkins. Max’s death was set up to look like an overdose, but Jason knew that Max would never touch drugs so he set off to find his killer. He does eventually find that killer, Scarecrow, and then there’s some fear gas, an “I trust you.” from Batman, blah blah. Jason is very emotional throughout the entire story, not even attempting to hide how torn up he is over Max’s death. Max gets nothing but praise for Jason and the narrative itself. However, none of that erases that Max’s death was just to give a white boy something to be sad about. It’s more white bs in a comic filled with white saviourism at every turn.

That aside, their friendship truly is beautiful. Jason straight up says that Max was someone he could always trust to be there for him on the streets, and Jason doesn’t usually say stuff like that. This is another case of Jason walking out of someone’s life while helping them, but it feels more tragic because there’s no possibility for a resolution. Just little Robin helping his friend from the shadows and watching his grow.

#jason todd wayne #red hood #eddie bloomberg #Kid Devil #dana harlowe #strike dc #ok NOW i think ive got them all

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lostinthe-jojos · 3 years

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Halloween Party

❥A/N: This is a Halloween piece, a little short, but I wanted to post something for Shinichiro.

❥tagging: @notsocoolnana @shinichirosgirl @wakasagurl

The whole party had been his idea. He said it would be a good opportunity to hang out with his friends and family, and of course, brag about you.

"I was thinking, Shin," you said one evening, keeping him company at his shop, "for our Halloween costumes, maybe we shouldn't do the vampire thing, everyone's gonna go like that"

He turned his head a bit, still tinkering with a bike he was fixing.

"I guess you're right," he said, "did you have any else in mind?"

"I do, actually," you said standing up from your seat and crouching behind him, placing your hands on his shoulders, "how about Sandra Dee and Danny Zuko?" you said as you rested your chin on his shoulder.

His face immediately lit up at your suggestion, you knew he really liked Grease and you knew he would love the idea.

"For real?" he said sounding almost childish.

"For real," you said and kissed his cheek.

"You're the best! I don't know how I didn't think of that before!"

Truth was, it was half your idea, half Emma's. At least the second part of your costume.

The next couple of days are spent putting together your outfits. Well, actually just yours. Shinichiro could easily put together a Danny Zuko outfit with his own clothes, and his hair was quite similar to the hairstyle he used to do a few years back. With a little help of Emma, you put together your two outfits. One, a midi pastel colored skirt, paired with a cardigan of the same color, a white blouse, white frilly socks and light colored Mary Janes. You were going to do your hair in a similar fashion to Sandy to finish your look. Your other outfit didn't take too long to be completed and you hid it from Shinichiro the moment you bought it, not wanting to spoil the surprise for him.

The day of the party finally arrives and you and your boyfriend get ready together and put up the decorations before everyone else arrives. He can't stop smiling through the whole process, taking sneaky pictures of you and asking you to take pictures together. He even, at some point, asks you to film a little video of you two dancing along to one of the songs of the movie. You happily comply, enjoying seeing him so happy and excited over something so simple.

Soon, people start arriving. First his friends, with Takeomi as a pirate, Wakasa as a mummy and Benkei as Jason.

"Ugh, you two look sickeningly cute," Wakasa said and walked in, making a beeline to the table of snacks.

"Whoa, you look scary as fuck, Keizo," you said, holding a little tighter onto Shinichiro without realizing.

The man laughed and walked in, Takeomi right behind him.

Not long after, Mikey and Emma arrived, accompanied by Keisuke, an honorary Sano sibling at that point, and Draken. Mikey was dressed up, for some reason, as the little red riding hood, matching with Keisuke, dressed up as the big bad wolf.

"It was a bet," Mikey said before either you or his brother could say a word.

Emma looked charming as ever, dressed up as a witch, while Draken was dressed up as Frankenstein's monster. Emma complimented the two of you, wishing she was matching with Draken.

Later arrived the rest, Takemichi and Hina, dressed as a vampire couple. You sent Shinichiro a look that said 'told you' and your boyfriend smiled and nodded. The young couple looked adorable nevertheless. Mitsuya arrived with Kazutora and Chifuyu, dressed up as Dr Frankenstein, the devil and Cheshire's cat respectively.

Some other gang members, both from ToMan and Black Dragon, as well as other friends of yours kept arriving and soon, the party started.

You played a few games, shared some stories and took lots of pictures and videos. And an hour and half later, you excused yourself for a bit and went upstairs, Emma joining you soon after.

Emma helped you with your hair, making it look as close to Sandy's hair as she could, while you got your makeup done after you had changed into your new outfit.

"My brother's gonna love this!" Emma squealed and rushed downstairs. She was in charge to look for Shinichiro and keep him somewhere where he could see you the moment you'd appear.

When she saw you, she pointed at you and exclaimed, "Look!", making everyone turned their heads in the direction the girl was pointing.

Being the center of attention had you feeling a little self aware and, for a moment you considered turning around and going to your bedroom again. But then you saw Shinichiro, frozen in place, mouth agape and adoration visible in his eyes, and remembered that you were doing this for him.

"Keisuke, dear, close your mouth or you'll catch a fly," you said as you walked past him.

Mikey averted his eyes, a light blush tinting his cheeks. Wakasa took out his phone and began to film the moment.

Once you were in front of your boyfriend, you took his cigarette from his lips and took a drag, blowing the smoke past his shoulder.

"Y/N"," Shinichiro said almost out of breath, "you look amazing"

You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close to you, your faces just inches away.

"I know, babe," you said in a teasing voice and pushed him back, making him fall to the couch.

"Well, are you gonna get up and join me for the karaoke or what?"

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#ʕ ꈍᴥꈍʔ — tokrev #shinichiro x reader #shinichiro sano x reader #shinichiro x you #tokyo revengers x you

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sanchoyo · 3 years

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danny phantom 14-20 thoughts!! I finished up s1 :D these last few eps were actually really really good!!!

-did. did tucker really just say esperanto was a dead language only spoken as a secret code between geeks. google says around 100,000 people actively speak it. oh my god...it being an auxiliary language doesn't mean its 'just for geeks to speak in code' ...it helps bridge gaps between people who don't have a language in common...

-danny really isn't pulling punches when it comes to fighting the ghost-cop possessed people huh. like he SLAMMED KWAN INTO THE CONCRETE SO HARD. HE THREW PAULINA INTO A BILLBOARD. will that...I mean it WOULD carry over to their bodies non-possessed, right? like if the ghost piloting their bodies gets hurt?? itd be so upsetting to be possessed, lose time, then wake up covered in bruises (and possibly, broken bones??) real horror movie stuff im sure wont be addressed in any way

-tuckers parents seem nice! I like them :)

-WULF IS CUTE AND I FEEL BAD. im so glad the gang realized he was only causing trouble bc of the shock collar walker put on him and helped. also, him wearing that big hoodie with the hood on, and thinking its subtle. we can tell youre still a giant wolfie :) THEN GETTING SUCKED INTO THE PORTAL AAAAH :( anxiously waiting to see Him Again....

-DANNY BLASTING HIS PARENTS THINKING THEY WERE OVERSHADOWED LMFAO GET THEIR ASSES. maddie marking how many ghosts she gets with lipstick tallies on the side of her portal gun? kindaaa iconic tho. (ALSO, SHE WAS LIKE, 2 FT AWAY FROM HIM RIGHT AFTER SHE TRIED TO SHOOT HIM. HOW DO YOU NOT RECONINZE YOUR OWN SON??? like sure, he might have diff hair/eye colors. but like, if one of my family members dyed their hair, and was wearing contacts, its not like id be like 'wHO IS THIS STRANGER!!!' ...he still has all his facial features!! same everything!!! I hate it here)

-paulina being #1 girl realizing danny's a friendly ghost immediately. smart queen. lancer and kwan ran away right after he made this sweet baby face at them:

which is hilarious.

-ok. im not saying his bullying is JUSTIFIED, but. dash looked so pleased with the (cute!) poster he just painted, and danny comes thru the wall and spills paint on his nice letterman jacket. his anger is justified maybe 65% of the time so far...(not the way he handles it, but STILL.) at least lancer is stepping in!! and them making a silly little bet was...cute?? until dash pulled out his GROSS UNDERWEAR AND SAID DANNY WOULD HAVE TO EAT THEM???? WHAT THE FUCK MAN. TUCKER WAS SO RIGHT ITS FUCKING WEIRD TO CARRY THOSE AROUND EWWW. THIS KID IS UNWELL. lancer was right, his animatronic setup was SUPER IMPRESSIVE?? hes actually pretty creative. danny meanwhile is stealing the fright knight's design...I hope dash is taking art classes or smth with his sports

-fright knight is the most bestest ghost so far i LOVE THAT DESIGN. I am biased towards knights, and characters with swords, but he fucks so severely. and should sue danny for copyright infringement for stealing his design for his haunted house. if some 14 yr old broke into MY house and stole MY sword, id also be pissed. his evil winged unicorn rules too with its FANGS. and he just CAN SHOVE THE PORTAL OPEN WITH HIS HANDS??? is he the strongest ghost weve seen so far? idk but hes my fav. SOUL SHREDDER IS SUCH A COOL SWORD NAME TOO. ANY NAMED SWORD ALSO FUCKS. 'flaming bedsheets of DEATH' funny king. ALSO he was polite to dash and tucker when just asking for directions and telling tucker 'oh maybe, just a suggestion, maybe be nicer to me and be more respectful :)' I LOOOVE HIM.

-I noticed this in the Ember ep, but jazz has an electric guitar in her room!! talent musical queen!! its cool to see hobbies just in the bg.

-fright knight's murder castle reminds me of the booby trapped murder castle in zexal!! another supposedly 'for kids' show with murder/trap castles! we love that. if you are a dp fan reading this, give yugioh zexal a try. its also got 13-14 year old protags and involves (alien) ghosts. the cardgame is just a vessel for the plot, which is really good. (I just want more people to watch my fav yugioh, man)

-danny. with a SWORD.

-danny doesnt NEED TO WIN this contest, dash didnt STEAL HIS DESIGNS AND STEAL A SWORD. he also got excited to hear lancer got sent to a dimension with his worst fears too just so he could win the contest? DANNY WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!!! BRO MAYBE YOURE 14 AND HAVENT FULLY DEVOLPED YOUR WHOLE BRAIN YET, BUT...THATS FUCKED. this kid casually says the most deranged things, I do worry for my spooky son. once again, therapy needed. that judo toss was great tho. I wonder if he actually did pick up some martial arts stuff from his mom?

-danny can fly 112 mph!!! thats so fast! I love the lil montage of him and his friends testing his abilities and stuff, very cute and a good way to showcase what he can do by now and how much more proficient he's gotten from ep 1!!! I'm sure he's going to get more abilities :)

-im glad...maddie's at least TRYING this ep. I do feel for her because her husband is a man baby. but the fact it took 16 episodes to get a kinda semblance of any kind of real concern or attempts at bonding. hmm. jack's 'BACK OFF SHES A MINOR' @ the ghost trying to attack jazz. also was very funny. and him wanting to make an action figure of her? are the parents redeeming themselves to me? slightly. they gotta Work Harder

-THE GHOST. IS FLYING. THE PLANE.

-fenton machete. but she doesnt carry a PHONE??? ???

-I mean I expected vlad when you namedrop him earlier in the ep, and also the title card picture, and dalv corp being fucking vlad backwards. but seeing him just pull up on a golf cart made me bust out laughing. WITH the gift baskets prepared. why wouldnt you at least be suspicious. also, if he wants danny to be his lil sonboy, why is he so fucking malicious?? dude you are going about this in such a bad way. stop it. get some help.

-maddie not even hesitating to drag danny out. fucking good. danny is so right, go on the internet to date. get a cat. how do you spend...how many years?? has it been since college?? at least 20, right, since the parents/vlad are in their 40s? hung up on ONE girl. my god, man. incel drama queen. her kung fu IS impressive, but dude. 'we both know hes a creep' SO right. it sucks but they do need a phone and shit being in the middle of NOWHERE. also, just stealing his helicopter was great. <3

-'you must be exhausted carrying the weight of that mistake you made years ago' 'well we all make mistakes. maybe I'll make one now!' WHY DID THIS EXHCHANGE SEND ME. AND VLAD WITH THE BREATH SPRAY EWWW BITCH. 'OLD BAIT BREATH' SOO RIGHT. both danny and his mom playing him HAHAH hes so dumb. or rather, I think he thinks with his emotions too too much and is...actually pretty gullible? lmao he believed danny was ready to give in SO fast. (which is sad hes that hopeful, like you have SO MUCH MONEY YOU COULD EASILY GET ANOTHER GIRL WHO HAS A KID. AND WOULD WANT TO BE WITH YOU AND BE SUPPORTED. GET OVER THIS (1) WOMAN ALREADY IM GETTING SECONDHAND EMBARRASSMENT AAAAH)

-GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR GHOST BEAR. it was also in the title card, but I still got very excited. we love bears here

-SAM'S BAT SWIMSUIT COVERUP!!! her outfits are simply iconic.

-'i'd tell you to go to the mens room, but I don't think you qualify' top paulina transphobic moments. :( and him wearing a tanktop to the swim park? hmmm! (actually I think she was overshadowed by then, so, KITTY top 10 transphobic moments??)

-kitty just piloting paulina around makes me feel SO bad tho, paulina's gonna wake up and be like 'wtf do you mean I was dating this rando' like youre leading danny on to make johnny jealous, and also just POSSESSING POOR PAULINA. dude take your relationship problems ELSEWHERE. last time we saw them, they seemed like such a cute couple!! wtf johnny!! I mean, she sucks for trying to make him jealous, he sucks for looking at other girls...maybe they need a break, but Not Like This. or, you know, just. better communication...

-and the A-listers having a full packet and a stamp system. who organizes this. kwan fucking owning being the new danny though, this is hysterical. THE TUCKER/KWAN FLOWER FIELD TWIRL. UNIRONICALLY ADORABLE. and him giving it his all for the poetry slam. bless his HEARTTTT.

-Star owns. actually, all of the extra characters are shining this ep and I love it.

-INVISO-BILL??? NOOOO THEY DID HIM SOO DIRTY. DANNY SWEETIE IM SO SORRY.

-johnny and danny bein friends and staging a fake fight (which danny takes too seriously, once again this child has aggression he NEEDS TO WORK OUT) I hope these three stay friends, I said it before but danny needs more friendly ghosts to hang with.

-at this point, Danny's ghost enemies are a lot like, I dunno, batman's rouge gallery is the first thing that comes to mind. they all have their own gimmick and unique designs, but most of them are easy to beat after learning the Moral Lesson. I still get excited when any of them show up again, though. 18 is another valerie episode!!!! :D skulker really said you two will get along if I have to handcuff you together <3 and the gym teacher really said, youre married now, have a flour baby! ngl, I'm not really watching this show for the shipping stuff (which I am very scared to look at the fandom for after I finish this watch through- I feel like there's probably discourse/arguing about ships...) but. I'm gonna put my opinion out there. valerie/danny > sam/danny. maybe I just really love the enemies to lovers trope. And the secret identity stuff adds Extra Flavor.

-SKULKER JUST HAVING THE BOX GHOST AND DANGLING HIM BY A STRING. HILARIOUS. and him watching them with binoculars and making his silly little commentary. AND MAKING THE SACK BABY CRY. LMAO. THIS DUDE IS A BABY KIDNAPPER. skulker is super fun

-danny, you just...collapsed the water tower. and then attacked the nasty burger machine...mascot thingy...out of anger..I KEEP SAYING HE'S GOT ANGER ISSUES BUT. HE REALLY NEEDS A LESSON IN MANAGING COLLATERAL DAMAGE!!! So does valerie!! They're both pretty focused on each other. I mean it's good of Danny to say he's trying to make sure PEOPLE don't get hurt, but... (I mean I guess it's not something 14 year olds WOULD worry about, but as an adult im like, who's going to fix that? how much money will that take??)

-TUCKER MAKING BANK. and sam and tucker being super emotionally attached to their flour baby and being pretty good parents. that's cute...also him just straight kissing her and being like. WAIT. O_O JDSKAFHD. his mom baking them into cookies was the funniest possible result. tbh I dont feel like this is on tucker, if anything the other kid's shouldve been more responsible! He was just taking an opportunity to get that $$ which I respect

-Danny being more understanding of Valerie's situation in the end (helping her at her job, too, and trying to keep that a secret for her!!!) And seeing them work together this ep, and also her letting phantom get her out of the ghost zone...was very sweet. LOVE that. more valerie eps pls

-me when I realize vlad's big stupid house exploded because of his own carelessness with changing the ghost portal ectofiltrator or whatever: *pointing and laughing*

-me when I realize it means he's gonna go make danny's life hell for it somehow: >:(

-SCOOBY PARODY!!! I feel like there's gotta be some scooby doo/danny phantom crossover stuff, right? also, 'guys in white' men in black wishes

-'oh, that's right! dad married the love of your life! you're bitter and alone!' DANNNNNYY GET HIS ASS ONCE AGAIN WE ARE POINTING AND LAUGHING AT VLAD

-'jack, you captured the ghost boy!!' UMM. he did nothing <3 'we have a weapon's vault??' YOU HAVE A WEAPONS VAULT??? and jack didnt put a handle on the inside. of fucking course he didnt! why would you leave that to your son!! or expect him to clean YOUR LAB when its where you work with probably dangerous chemicals and weapons and hes 14!! give him normal chores, like, I dunno, vacuuming, laundry, dishes...CMON. I hate it here. But I'm glad Jack is more chill about danny while he's a ghost, and willing to work with him for this ep. AND. I DID ENJOY JACK PUNCHING VLAD IN THE FACE. AND GENERALLY JUST OWNING HIM. the ghost punchy fists are actually amazing. like yeah, just punch a ghost in the face. that rules.

-ep 20 opens with the coolest fucking ghost lady design. her tattoos can come off and fight. MA'AM. I like ur nose ring and your cape maam hello 👉👈😳

-sam's grandma is hilarious and the most valid member of her family and I love her. thats my grandma now. and tucker covering for sam by dressing as her. thats true friendship <3 also skipping school to go to a goth circus. just bestie things! sam's parents are haters but for all the wrong reasons.

-'my family has controlled ghosts with this for generations!' WAIT. WAIT FREAKSHOW /ISNT/ A GHOST? I didn't expect that...he's just a fucked up guy controlling ghosts? anyway watching danny shoot at police cars and rob banks while mind controlled. its like, the most stereotypical 'bad' things lmao. (tbh an evil ghost circus troupe is a sick concept)

this gives off big deviantart emo edit vibes

(I'm going to assume evil circus reaper danny has a lot of fan content. people love an edgy au, except this one is canon (even tho its via mind control...having the protag go evil otherwise might be hard, I guess?) but au where he stays with the troupe...that has to exist, right?)

ANYWAY. excited to start s2!! lowkey surprised by how many notes some of these posts have gotten. I've gone back and tagged them all with 'dp thoughts' so they're easier to find on my blog! ^^ and I will probably possibly do (more) fanart on my art blog after I finish the watch of the whole show, so like. @sanchoyodraws follow my art blog :)

#sanchoyorambles #danny phantom #dp thoughts

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blueberrypossum · 3 years

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Another Night hidden within the Stars

(GN)yokai cop x Dastardly Danny

Hey yall! I've had the wonderful opportunity to collab with @greaser-wolf and man has it been a wonderful experience! You are truly a lovely person and thank you again for the drawing!! This was super fun to write, with Danny and how he talks he's a challenge that I loved taking on. Hope you all enjoy!!

This story is gender neutral, but with it being fancy I will be putting tux/dress so then you, the reader, can wear whatever you want on your date with Danny ( also suspenders will be in the tux category and dress suits will still be in dress, hopefully that is okay with everyone because I do want to put detail into your outfit).

⚠️WARNING⚠️: There are cuss words and also mention of sexual content along with yearning and making out!!!

Word Vocabulary:

FC- favorite color

Take a powder- Get lost or lay off

Crumb-A jerk, no fun

Eager Beaver- Someone who excited about something

Cut a rug- Dance with me

Dead Hopper- A bad dancer

Jive dancer- A talented dancer

You could feel yourself slowly growing impatient as you waited outside of the restaurant, your foot tapping against the concrete with a jittery rhythm. Dastardly Danny was never the late type, he would make the joke of being fashionably late whenever he and the rest of his crew had a runin with trouble, but you knew by now that he would make sure his schedule was clear the days you would meet up. Especially after the time he and his friends literally rode to the place you were meeting up in a snail cop car, a sheepish smile curling against his mouth.

You remember the awful paperwork for that one.

The night of the Hidden City glistened around you as you leaned against the building, your hands rubbing up against your arms to create some friction of warmth. Even with the outfit you had on, the nights were slowly getting chilly due to the change of seasons above.

The bag you held against your side started to vibrate and for a second you thought it was going to be that purple wearing rat, telling you that something had happened or that he was going to be fashionably late, but it was actually your boss from the police station. You cleared your throat before you clicked on the answer button.

“Yes, chief?”

“Hello Y/N, I was seeing if you would be free tonight to work an extra shift?”

You balled your empty hand into a fist as you jumped from your spot against the building, your eyes glaring to the side as if you could see your boss there, looming over you with a smile that practically said: “ If you don’t say yes to this then I will give you paperwork that is stacked so high that the humans above can see it.”

You let out a breathy sigh as you explained, “I’m sorry, chief, but I have plans tonight and I really cannot cancel them.” You turned on your heel so that your shoulder was leaning against the wall instead of your back.

You could hear the anger and frustration behind his voice, “Are you sure that whatever is so important cannot be rescheduled?”

“No, it cannot.”

You almost jumped right out of your body as a voice behind you answered for you. Your face started to blush against the amber lights of the restaurant as Danny was now leaning his head against your shoulder, a wicked grin on his face as he continued to talk.

“Sorry there, chief, but being a cop can be a real pain in the neck, so take a powder and let me and the dame have our night, alright?”

You opened your mouth to apologize to your boss, to say that your boyfriend had just had a little too much to drink and was now saying whatever came to mind, but the tall rat’s hot breath against your neck made you stiff as a board. You swallowed and suddenly you felt parched as Danny took the phone from your hand and hung up on the chief of police and placed the phone back into your bag.

“Ya know you can get lockjaw if ya keep that mouth open for too long,” he chirped as he took your hand into his.

“You’re….You’re late,” you stammered out, your mind foggy with the possible fear of losing your job and also how Danny’s suit was cleaner and seemed to cling to his body tighter than before.

He bent himself over and kissed your hand as he looked up at you with hooded eyes.

“Actually, love, I still have about two minutes. Would ya like me to walk away and come back and get ya flustered all over again?”

“Oh hush up, you could’ve gotten me fired and he could've figured out your voice,” you commented, your heart almost futtering out of your chest as his lips met your hand. Always so formal, strange how a gentleman could also be a thief.

Danny rolled his eyes and let out a ‘tch’ sound as he took in the sight of you. Your outfit was glistening against the fallen lights of the town, the color bringing out the color in your eyes. Danny was surprised that he still had his balance as he took a step back. No matter how many times he lays his eyes on you, you can always somehow leave him breathless.

He intertwined his arm with yours as he chuckled out, “Yer boss is a bloody crumb, darling, and if he could recognize my’ voice, toots, then there would be more criminals in yer holding cells.”

“You know I can just turn you three in and get that raise, right?”

“Ah but you would never do that to us, especially me, sweetheart,” he purred as took your chin gently into his hand and kissed you. All the stress that had built up within your body for the past few days melted away as he pulled you in closer to the kiss, your knees almost going weak as you felt him smile against your lips. His hand was careful against your cheek, as if his destructive and dangerous life would break you, even with you being a cop. His whiskers tickled your face and you couldn’t help but giggle into the kiss, causing Danny to bring you closer to him at the sound of your happiness.

After the kiss, he planted one against your cheek and tucked a strand of hair behind your ear.

“You look ravishing tonight, ” He purred as he led you over to the door, his arm already extending it to open it for you.

You let out a sigh as you pushed the fabric you were wearing down to wash out the wrinkles.

“You don’t think it’s too much?” You asked as Danny told the hostess the fake name he placed for the dinner reservation. As the hostess turned around to grab a few menus, Danny let go of your arm and ever so slowly danced his hand from the nap of your neck, down your spine until it planted itself onto your tailbone as he whispered into your ear, “Oh sweetheart, if we weren’t in this restaurant, I know exactly what I would be having for dinner instead.”

He smirked as a pretty shade of red crossed your face and even tinted the edge of your ears as the hostess turned back around and told you both to follow her. Danny had to practically drag you since your mind was nothing but a haze of embarrassment and desire.

The tall rat yokai pulled your chair for you and you thanked him as he pushed you closer to the table and took a seat himself.

You took in the sight of the restaurant with a look of awe. The eating house was colored with wine and gold and the building was buzzing with life of friends and family and lovers just like you and him. You both had made sure, with the help of a worker there, that no cop or detective had placed a reservation at the restaurant, so no more looking over your shoulder or horror stabbing you in the gut when you watched yokais whisper and look over at you.

Danny watched as you took it all in, an almost lovesick expression crossing his face. Everytime you both went out he would remember the first time you both met, with your pistol shoved into his face. Dating a cop was something that never crossed his mind, he always thought he would date a thief such as himself or maybe a regular citizen of the Hidden City. But, when you first chased him, screaming his name at the top of lungs, he knew it was love at first sight.

He did hate the secrecy though, even with the thrill of getting caught was something he got high off of, he did want to show you off to the world, he wanted to take you out everywhere without any of your coworkers finding you. At least you both got to do this, and he knew how to mark you as his.

The option of you quitting your job raged inside his head, the sheer thought of it made him mad. He would never let you give up your passion, how hard you’ve worked for your position at work, even though you said you would be fine with it, he wouldn’t be, and knew that you secretly wouldn’t be either.

“So, I heard about that heist you did a few days ago, how did it go?” You questioned as you laid your head in your hands, your elbows supporting your weight. Danny let out a gust of air as he also leaned in, taking in the breathtaking sight that was you.

“Don’t even get me started, sweetheart. Leonard is doing the chores for the rest of da month for the stunt he pulled during it,” the rat groaned and soon a waitress came up and Danny ordered one of their expensive wines, once she walked away, you raised an eyebrow at him.

“Wine, huh? That heist money really working itself off, isn’t it?” You played at him and he let out a low gruff as he smirked at you.

“Only using the money for good, right?”

“Oh and I’m considered good?”

Danny gave you a hungry look and for a moment you thought he was going to get out of the chair and eat you up in one bite, but all he did was bring his hands together on the table as he leisurely spoke.

“Of course.”

Oh titans above how was I so lucky to land him.

You both ordered your meals and continued to have small talk. One thing you both decided to agree on was that Danny would talk about opposing gangs that were doing heists and robberies and then would tell you about them the next stop they were going to, with this you were given praise and extra cash at work and giving The Mud Dogs less competition in the playing field. It made Danny warm inside to see you have an interest in his job and it made you bashful when he would compliment you on your job.

In the background of your conversation was the beauty of musicians playing their hearts out for those who were out on the dancefloor, the restaurant was flooded with intoxicated laughter and the tapping of shoes against the wooden floor. The wine was slowly getting to you after the third glass and you couldn’t help but to start giggling after every word you said.

After the waitress took your plates and left the check, you and Danny had to fight over who would pay.

“You paid last time, I'll pay it,” you ordered as your fingers tried to swipe it from his hands, but he was a lot quicker than you and he let the bill twirl in between his fingers as he stared at you.

“Not a chance, eager beaver, the deal is that you bring your decked out self and I get to gawk at ya until I need to pay the bill,” he insisted and was about to pull out his credit card before he felt your fingers touch his and soon the bill was gone from his hands and all he could do was glare lovingly at you as you giggled in your seat, the piece of paper shoved under your hands.

“Yer not gonna give up, are ya?”

“Isn’t that what you like about me?”

His eyes traveled over your body slowly, hardly an ounce of urgency in them as he took in every inch of you. The curve of your waist, the way your outfit was flushed against your body like water to paper, how there were still love marks on your chest and barely above your neck from your last visit with each other. Desire was blazing through his eyes as they finally met yours.

“Oh sugar pop, there is a whole list of things I like about you,” he growled and he took pride in the way you squirmed in your seat.

He eyed the dancefloor and then back at you and gradually got himself out of his chair until he was next to you, his hand extended out.

“How about this: You cut a rug with me and you get to pay, deal?” He asked. You looked down at his extended hand and then back at his smug look, wondering if the wine had somehow gotten more to him then you.

“Oh please, you know I have two left feet. If we danced your feet would be sore for weeks from me stepping on them,” you joked out, but he didn't move.

“If ya were a dead hopper, I wouldn’t be askin. That or else I get to pay the bill,” he challenged. You didn’t know if it was the pride you held or from the extra glass of wine you swigged down, but you took his hand and let him lead you to the dancefloor.

The music buzzed through your ears as you held tighter to his hand. You had fought bad guys, you had been in blazing shootouts, you’ve seen life be taken away right in front of your eyes. But dancing seemed to be the hardest challenge to muster up courage to master. Danny gave your hand a reassuring squeeze as he took you both to the middle of the dancefloor.

He took the hand he was holding and extended your arm with his, while his other arm went around your waist, bringing you almost dangerously close. You could smell the alcohol on his breath and his cologne drained through your nose.

“Danny, what if we get caught? Everyone can see us,” you whispered. Many eyes were peering at you two, some just being distracted by the new movement you both caused and others eyeing the rat as if they recognized him. Fear started to snake itself around your body, almost trapping you once again in that constant fear of being discovered.

But, the love of your life gently tapped his nose against yours as he shushed you so quietly that you could barely hear it. His calming scent and even breaths washed over you and you felt yourself relax. No one has ever made you feel like this, no past lover, no family or friend, Danny wasn’t just a breath of fresh air to you, he was a whole new world to you.

“Hey, just let me show you off for just a few minutes, just this once, doll. Then we can go back to being Romeo and Juilet, I promise,” he purred and you silently nodded as he swept you off your feet. It almost seemed that the musicians took notice in the new lovebirds and the music picked up to match the tense and eager atmosphere, even the yokais around you took hints and their own moves started to change.

Both of your dance moves were slow at first, the rat yokai letting you get used to him taking the lead, with his quick feet and swirls and twirls, you were a little shocked at how well he was. He held onto you though, taking in your cautious swings and how your eyes were on your feet instead of up. Danny knew he was selfish for asking this out of you, he knew that you didn’t want to embarrass yourself in front of him. But the way you looked on the dancefloor was almost bewitching. Your tux/dress flew silently around you, the tone of your (FC) shined against the spotlight that twirled overhead, and your eyes almost seemed to glow in the scarlet and golden room, outshining and blinding anyone else around him.

He knew then he was deeply and terribly in love with you.

“My eyes are up here, toots.”

“So is that sarcastic mouth of yours.”

“You really do crack me up, dollface.”

He then let go of your waist and swept you away from him, the only thing connecting you two was the interlocking of your hands. Starlight seemed to bounce off you because he quickly brought you back to him, a little noise escaping your mouth as it felt as if you were dancing on air for how light he made you feel. He was behind you now, his mouth dangerous close to where your neck connected with your shoulder. His breath created goosebumps across your body as a feather kiss was placed against an old love mark he had given you days ago. Your heart seemed to go crazy within your ribcage as he twisted you around, your chests once again flushed against each other’s. Danny took several steps to your side and you quickly joined him, the wine and your wit gradually giving you confidence and soon you both were laughing, as if there was no one else in the restaurant, in the city, in the world.

He took notice in your new found bravely and he swiped his arm under your rump and lifted you up, his smile growing wider as a flood of giggles escaped your mouth as you looked down at him.

“Hey look! I’m finally taller than you!”

“Aye, don’t get used to it!”

He brought you back down and in one swope he dipped you, his strong hands holding you firmly as your back bent against him. It almost felt like a dream, a wondrous and unbelievable dream that you thought if you made one wrong move, you would fall out of bed and this would no longer be real. But the way he effortlessly pulled you back up and looked into your eyes with a lopsided grin, you knew that this wasn’t just a dream, it was a dream come true.

The song smoothly started to transition over to a much more tamed and kinder music that had everyone’s swaying hips go slower and closer. You were still giggling as Danny brought you against him and suddenly it was very cozy between you two.

You let the melody consume you as Danny lightly drifted you throughout the dancefloor, his face ever so slowly getting closer to yours. His hands were roaming your back as he brought you ever so closer to him to the point you both were barely missing each other’s toes. Suddenly it seemed like you both were spinning around each other until his lips barely slipped over yours.

“Look who’s become a jive dancer,” he said silently against your lips and a little groan escaped your lips at just hearing him talk to you like that, every word he ever whispered to you in private with no wondering eyes would burn you to your core.

“I had a good teacher,” you joked back as your hands wrapped around his neck, your nails every so slightly digging into his fur. You felt him lose his breath against your face and his own fingers dug into your lower back and suddenly it felt as if you both weren’t close enough. You both were never close enough.

“Have I mentioned how ravishing you look tonight?” He asked as he leisurely twirled you and brought you back to him.

“Maybe. But it's nice to hear it from such a dreamboat like you,” you said against his lips and he dipped you once again, but you barely made it pass his shoulder as he pushed his mouth against yours. A whirlwind of emotions surfaced throughout your body as your hand came up and caressed his face, your stomach dropping to the floor and your heart traveling up your throat.

He separated himself from you for just a second to bring you back up on your feet before attacking your lips again, one of his hands on the nap of your neck to tilt your head more up.

You were aware of the suspicious and judging eyes that fell upon you both, but for the first time, you didn’t care. He made you worry less, he gave you such an intoxication that not a single bottle of alcohol could ever get you as drunk as he did. The aftertaste of wine drifted onto your lips and you moaned into his mouth, grinning evilly as he shifted in his spot. His tail soon curled around your waist so that his other hand could go to the side of your face.

He detached himself from you for just a second to say, “ Ya better pay that bill before the only thing yer wearing is that smile.”

The world seemed to freeze before you as your hands slipped off of him and walked him over back to the table, the bill trembling in your hands as you paid for it, all while feeling Danny’s hand place itself lower than your back. You can feel sweat slowly start to build over your body as he opened the door for you and followed you out the door.

And before you knew it, you were back at your place, and once Danny closed the door behind you, he pounced, as if he wasn’t the rat, but the cat. His hands traveled over your outfit as if it burned his hands and couldn’t keep them in one spot and his kisses were slow and teasing, causing you to squirm under his touch. You couldn’t breath, you couldn’t hear anything, all you felt was the buzzing against your fingertips as they dug into his chest, your hands had already done the work to undo his tie and his undershirt.

The door met your back and Danny was panting against your lips, his mind had gone completely blank except for you, he only thought about you and this moment, how it might be days until he saw you again. The thought of not seeing you stabbed him in the gut, and he’s known that feeling before, and it’s not a good feeling. He missed hearing your laughter, he desired to see your glistening eyes look at him, he wanted to be with you. It drove him nuts, no, it drove him insane at the thought of it. That once he woke up from your bed, he would have to sneak out early so that no one would see him leave your home and would have to race back to his apartment instead of laying with you and getting to wake up with you in the morning. He’s never been here when you woke up, he’s never been able to see your eyes flutter open and for the first thing for you to see in the morning was him, he’s never been able to see the morning light shine against your features as if the sun was trying to capture your face. He’s never been able to share the first cup of coffee with you, to see his pjs shirt draped over you like a blanket as you watch the morning go by, as he would watch you with loving eyes. And that’s what drove him to kiss you harder, that’s what pushed him to pull your head back and for him to replace your old love marks with new ones, it’s what forced him to savor every second of this, to cherish what you give him tonight, he would cherish every damn second you gave to him in secret.

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『 Man In Red 』

{ A/N:

This is that Jason x Reader thing I said I was going to write. I changed my mind about the reading thing because my stuttering got annoying and I doubt anyone wants to hear that. Anyway, thanks for reading cause I know no one likes the author’s not part, and you can reblog if you want (I don't care).

- Danny ✌️👽 }

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From the small balcony from your apartment, you could see the rain dropping to your feet where the balcony’s overhead cover ended in front of you. The smoke rose from the cigarette between your lips, your nose flaring only occasionally to let out the smoke that flooded your lungs like poison into the open air before you. Poison...why was that word so familiar? Why did you feel the word’s meaning as you thought it and felt it as you spoke it out loud? Was there a meaning at all?

You cursed yourself for missing him, but what were you going to do, not want him? You cursed yourself for hating when he was gone, even when you yourself told him not to get attached.

It had been three months since you met Jason Todd, the vigilante known as Red Hood.

The first time you met was an odd one, mainly because he dropped down onto your balcony with his back leaning against the wall and his eyes screwed shut tightly like it was normal to do that right outside of a random person’s apartment balcony door. It didn't take you long to realize that he was clutching his side because he was bleeding out, and in those few moments of staring down at him in your pajamas at 1:03 in the morning you mad a decision to help him. Or phrased more correctly; technically act as a safe house for him whenever he was in trouble and you were nearby.

You could count on your fingers how many times he'd shown up to your house injured or needing somewhere to stay. At least that's what he said. He never took of his mask around you, and so you were fairly certain he didn't trust you enough to do it yet, or...wouldn't at all. It had been concluded (non verbally, mind you, and probably mutually?) a long time ago that you weren't just used for tactical use but also...for company. Someone to talk to.

You had to admit that he wasn't very hospitable at first. Maybe your thirst for friends waved some red flags for him in the beginning, but you eventually eased him into it. As a resolve, you started off slow.

When asked if he wanted to stay, he'd hesitate, making sure to get a little comfortable and asking to hear about something in your life to fill the silence. When asked how his day had been, he seemed a little awkward at first in his responses as if he wasn't used to reporting in a way that was a sort of ‘i care’ type. That red mask couldn't hide what was underneath forever, you know? He told you his name was Jason after three weeks of consistent asking if you could call him something other than some comic book esque alias. Jason, was his name. Jason Todd.

You'd sit out here for the past few months now, waiting with your cigarette between your lips and/or fingers, listening to the cars pass by below and watching the onlooking city of Gotham you'd grown so accustomed to. It hadn't changed since you left. At least not by much. Still full of crime, grime and bright lights. But it seemed a little...different. Maybe it was the change in jobs, or change in setting since when you lived here as a kid. You weren't sure, but you were sure of one thing; you had it bad for the man in red.

"You know, I've died once before. It's not fun. Those things just speed up the process."

Speak of the devil and he shall appear, the man in red hears his name and- poof!- he's here. You made no move to turn your head as you heard the familiar thunk of weight carried in combat boots against the metal ground, shaking a glass and plate nearby that you had eaten off of and never bothered to bring inside again. He stood still for a moment, looking over your figure. He was wet from the rain, you could feel him shaking it off his coat as he stood there. Your muscles pulled taught at the corners of your eyes, he could hear it in your voice.

"Can't be that bad if I've got a dead man telling me what to do, huh?", you said, removing the cigarette from your lips. He slowly moved forward, stature seeming to be much more straight and muscular than yours. It still amazed you sometimes how big he really was, not just visually. Jason, physically, was a big dude. Like, monster height yeah you'd seen that, but muscle wise? Dude looked like he could bend you over his knee and crack your spine in half with his thumbs. Bad analogy, but you get the point.

Jason chuckled a little, taking the cigarette from your lips and holding it between his fingers. He almost made a move to smoke from it, but lowered his hand once he remembered that he had his mask on. You rolled your eyes for a second, but didn't pressure him on it.

If he was wearing it it was for a good reason. His face may have been messed up or something, but you really didn't care. Or maybe he didn't like looking at himself? "Well, smart ass, being dead helps you learn a few things. Like take care of yourself. And...take it easy.", he said, leaning onto the frame of the railing to his right with his elbows positioned to hold him up to face you. You seemed to contemplate the thought, thinking that you'd like your cigarette back while he was toying with it between his gloved fingers. Now you were starting to question if you liked how you couldn't see any of him at all in the first place because of how damn annoying he was sometimes. Maybe you also liked that you couldn't see his face, too. It might've bee not the mystery behind it. It used to keep you up thinking about it.

But, like most things, you'd gotten to the point of not giving a shit, and stuffing your hands in your pocket, you exhaled a sigh, watching smoke rise due to the coldness in the air. Your brow raised as you still didn't turn to face him. You didn't have to. You already knew what he looked like; enticing and practically begging for you to kiss his dumb mask-face. And it was annoying. "Really? Feel like that's directed at me in some way, you trying to say something?", you said, with a bit of a hiss to your voice. Of course you didn't mean it in a vile way, but it sounded like it.

He knew better than to get offended at it though, instead resorting to smiling a little and shrugging, watching the butt of the cigarette lose its flame. Would it hurt him if it hit his skin? Could he even feel pain? "You look tired, rough day at work?", he asked quietly. He meant it, you could tell from the way his pitch changed from teasing to slightly more...concerned. Your back was hunched at an angle only used to alleviate a greater pain along your posture, and your eyes were half lidded to the point of making things in front of you seem hazy if you were to zone out, like you were falling asleep standing. You sighed deeply, running a hand over your forehead. "Some dickheads from Cobblepot’s gang came in and caused a fight to break out. Had to stay a few hours over repairs cause the boss of the joint can't get his shit together long enough to stop drinking and handle it on his own."

He stood there was your brows furrowed into and agitated expression, eyes narrowing suit and grin fading from its neutral position to a displeased frown. "If that son of a bitch walks into the bar again I'll just shoot him down, I'm starting not to care if I loose my damn head for it." Jason's hand tightened on the railing he was resting on. "Don't say that." His voice seemed concerned, but more in a way of trying to sound concerned in a masked way. Like he didn't want you to know that he cared. There was a long moment of silence, and for a good few seconds you felt the familiar rage from earlier bubbling in your chest. That same burning sensation in the back of your throat and the tightness in your chest wasn't helping, your eyes narrowed as your arms crossed over one other. You were thinking it over, trying to figure out what you were thinking about it clearly behind the emotions of blinding rage. You did a lot of that lately.

He didn't push you to speak. You were starting to think that he wouldn't be good with a partner since he didn't seem to care much whether you spoke or not, but to be fair you weren't his partner. You were... what were you? A refuge? That sounded to generous for your affiliation. A safe house? Probably, but that sounded too personal. With a long sigh, you tried to alleviate the tightness forming in your ribs. The moon was almost completely clouded over, the starts invisible due to the light pollution in the city. It was kind of sad how that had become something so common now. So many kids wouldn't be able to see the stars from their bedroom window anymore, or be able to look out from their backyard and see the endless unknown they'd most likely never get the chance to explore.

Turning on your left heel, you moved to face him more directly, standing in close enough proximity to hear his voice if it were above a whisper. On previous occasions prior to your meeting you'd feel him tense up a little and grow uneasy under the closeness. But he didn't move now, and it felt more as if he was welcoming your presence more than anything. Your eyebrows lifted from their scornful expression, moving to something more mutely interested and amused. Your voice carried like the wind passing, ending far to short for his liking. He wasn't sure he'd ever want it to stop. "What about you, Red Hood- got any stories up your sleeve for me?", you asked, moving to steal your cigarette back. But Jason moved quicker than you, and faster than your hand extended to his arm he moved his hand back up to be level with his his shoulder. Tilting your head, you smiled a little. "Let me guess, you got hurt again? You can't be hurting that bad if you've managed to pop off at the mouth a few times in the course of a few minutes-" Your tone was teasing, but he made sure to cut you off to spare himself. Albeit he sounded sort of wary, it still caught you off guard enough to stop in your tracks.

"I saw something- ...that reminded me of you. Today."

Saying that made you a little more than surprised, and in a flash of heat you felt your cheeks burn up a bit and your grin fade into amazement. His shoulders dropped, head dropping for a second as his hand fell back to have his elbow rest on the railing to lean back. You knew it was weird but you felt oddly...good. Did he really think of you? "Wh- Me?", you chuckled nervously, seeming to try to hide your reddening face by the dip of your head and the sudden interest in the ground below you. "Yeah- I uh- I did.", Jason replied. In a sudden burst of what seemed like realization he hurriedly reached for his jacket pocket, taking out what looked like a small necklace in a see-through box. From his outstretched hand you thought that it looked rather nice against the leather of his gloves, and your hand moved to take it from his.

You watched closely as the dim lights from your apartment and the lights of the city blended around his fingers as they retreated from your own a little less eagerly than you expected. Huh. Slowly, you opened it, revealing what seemed to be a small blue flower in resin that looked like a water droplet. It was a pendant for the chain through its metal hook, glistening a pale silver that made you feel the urge to smile for a camera that wasn't there. Glancing up, you grinned at Jason. And in a flash of a second he felt his whole body flush with a sensation he knew all to well, especially with you. From under his mask he bit on his lower lip subconsciously, seeing how the curve of your mouth upturned in a grin so sincere he couldn't help but feel some sort of need to protect it.

"You got this for me, you big sap?", you said, grinning widely. Your tone was teasing, but the light punch in his shoulder as your eyes glistened with admiration towards the necklace proved you weren't mad or creeped out by it. Jason chuckled a little slowly, dry and hoarse but still easygoing. "I said it made me think of you, right? Might as well give it to you to uhhh... think of yourself. I guess.", he retorted softly, shrugging a little. This d o r k. This man child. This dumb sexy masked man with attachment issues. How dare he make you start smiling, the bags around your eyes bending to seem like the most beautiful part of your face in that moment. Who even uses the word beautiful so loosely anymore?

He seemed to watch as you placed it around your neck, the clasp going shut behind you through feeling its position a few times. You looked down, watching it cast a water-like reflection on your chest as you tilted your head a little bit like a child. Ah, fuck, that's kinda cute. Jason cleared his throat after a second, his arms folding over his chest after a second of watching you look at your own neck in awed silence. It was only when he felt his own body stiffen that he noticed you were looking at him, a slight grin on your face as you looked into the eyes of the mask. It felt like you were trying to say something to him, but your lips didn't move. Somehow, he knew what it meant, and his shoulders lost their tense feeling for the time.

A few awkward moments passed before you looked down to your feet, clearing your throat and stepping a little closer. Oh shit, what were you- Moving closer, you felt your breath quicken a fraction as your eyes remained trained to the ground. You avoided eye contact for now, finding the cuff of his pants just above his combat boots much more interesting, it seemed. But your hands were raising, your fingers twitching under your own anticipation. He could feel his eyes wandering now, looking over your hips, your shoulders, your lips. Did you mean what you were going to do? Did you really want it?

...

Suddenly, you felt yourself stop.

Your hands were stuck above your waist, having been firmly held in place by two leather-clad gloves. Your eyes began to go wide, stuck on the downward angle of his head. Jason, who had felt so nervous when coming into contact with you previously but was now firmly holding your wrists, held his head low, away from the gaze your head moved so desperately to maintain. Slowly, you felt yourself relax, frowning a little. What were you thinking this time? You couldn't help but swallow down a gulp of fear forming in your throat. Maybe you had gone to far...?

“You can't kiss me if you don't take off my mask, you know."

Your heart stopped for a moment, eyes going wide for a good few moments as he released your hands, moving them gently by your elbows to the sides of his mask. You felt yourself gulp, cursing the strands of hair that were tickling the sides of your face and closing parts of your peripheral. You wanted to watch with all of your senses, not just your eyes. You couldn't help but tremble a little as well, and he seemed to wait patiently.

The edge of the mask first came off of his jaw, slipping upwards smoothly as you saw what looked like part of a scar. His skin was tanned, light in places it had been cut, marred, or marked by some violent force you knew nothing about. Soon it came over his lips which were slightly parted now. Those to had a scar running up from the bottom of his pronounced chin, ending right below his pronounced nose which you saw clearly now. It seemed the edge of his eyelashes caught on the mask's cuff, causing him to close one eye. In the dim light of the balcony, you saw bright, bright eyes. They seemed to outshine the sun, beaming a slightly translucent green that made your own widen a small bit in wonder. His eyelashes were thick, dark and clumped a small bit from the wetness of the rain you assumed his face got drenched in earlier.

His brows were thick too, seeming to line the end of his forehead over his eyelids in a way that made him look brooding. There were circles under his eyes. He looked weary. You felt, in that moment, as of you were going to collapse. Your legs and fingers had been shaking for a bit now as you stood still on the pavement, eyes trained on his own changing features. Parted lips moved to close only for a second as his tongue slid over their chapped surface. He was...beautiful. More beautiful than any person you'd ever seen at least. His expression looked as if it was constantly tired and brooding; like he'd seen things he shouldn't have.

But you could see- and you were sure you wouldn't if you were only a few inches away -that his eyes were sad. The expanse of skin on his cheekbones and from his chin to his upper lip were charred, a very thin outline of a jagged letter 'J' carved into his left cheek. His eyes were...wary, like a tired animal. His hair looked messy and dark, a single white patch on the middle-left part of his head coming over one of his brows. He looked like the only reason he cut his hair was to keep it off his neck considering he had a very clean undercut in the back and a matted, long few pieces covering parts of his ears and brow in the front. His jaw was strong, having been pronounced by being clenched and unclenched with each touch, sending slight waves of heat over your body as your moved your trembling fingers to put down the helmet on the ground. It was heavy, but it didn't take you long to discard it somewhere near your flowerpots full of patches of unsoiled dirt and plates with cups on top of them.

You could see that he didn't feel completely comfortable with this, and yet in the fact that you could even consider him to think himself anything less than gorgeous made you grin widely in an odd half-smile that made a small bit of your teeth shine through your lips. He clenched his jaw nervously.

You felt a little choked up, but you could manage a few words at the moment. "Didn't know I'd be seeing God's face when I took of your mask, Jay. You could've warned me.", you said, grinning. He seemed to widen his eyes in slight surprise, moving to look anywhere but your face. Maybe he thought that if he couldn't see you you couldn't see him- and the growing blush on his face. In a breathless tone, sounding almost desperate, he spoke quietly. "Don't say that..." You rolled your eyes. "I will say that. Now look at me while I kiss you." He seemed to follow the command, his eyes still telling you that he felt a little scared. Moving his right hand from your elbow to your hip and his left from your other elbow to your neck, you slowly moved in, glancing him in the eyes before going for it.

It seemed to catch him off guard first, for he didn't actually start kissing you back until you put one of your hands on his hip, drawing him closer. You felt suddenly that with a very restrained fierceness he moved into you, hips first, seeming to grip onto the side of your neck and your hip a bit more tightly. You felt like you were being used as an anchor, but you couldn't help but not mind it when you were being kissed like this. Jason's lips were just as chapped as they seemed, but they were strangely warm. The fact that his tongue kept darting out and straight back in was sort of endearing to you as he let out a sort of pleased sound at your hand moving to tangle in his hair.

There was quiet as you parted, although you could now tell he was holding you as tightly as a screw would a nail. But for the moment, you didn't mind it. You liked looking as him like this, his eyes half-lidded and lips parted slightly, new moisture on his lips. With a grin, your eyes lit up as you felt a slight laugh come from your throat. This felt strangely intimate to you. Not once did you consider the fact that there was a slight raging sexual tension between you two that maybe said he wanted something out of this two, like a dumbass. But you couldn't feel bad right now for being dumb, you were too happy. With a slightly unsure moment, his grip loosed enough to let you stand more independently, the wobble in your movements mostly gone.

His body was slightly stiff as he stood there, eyes moving all over. His movements made a lot more sense now; you could tell that previously when he did the same stiff posture earlier with his mask on he was looking around nervously to try and avoid his impending embarrassment. But he couldn't deny the pink tinge on his cheeks, and your thumb ran over his cheekbone as your hand slid back down to your side. Your eyebrow raised for a small moment as you felt yourself smirk, placing your hands on your hip. "So, uh, that was...nice. Wanna do it again sometime?" Jason said nervously, a grin spreading out on his face. You rolled your eyes at him, shoving his shoulder a little and watching him laugh and take the hit with a dramatic movement.

"Go run home Romeo. And come back tomorrow, otherwise I'll hunt you down.", you said, backing up and watching him pick up his helmet. He shrugged a little half-heartedly before putting it back on, seeming to almost trip over the damn rail before perching up on it, looking at you with a grin. He fixed a grappling hook on the edge of the roof, pausing for a moment. His head didn't move as he breathed, but you couldn't help but chuckle a little and run a hand through your hair at the gesture. It was then that he inhaled sharply, nodding at you and giving you a two-fingered salute. "Couldn't leave if I wanted to, babe.", he said. You could hear the smile in his voice as he dropped away.

And with that, he was gone. You felt your chest flutter at the words, and for a second of watching him drop to the street below before looking directly down there to only see nothing, you bit down on your lip.

You couldn't help but not care too much about your cigarette now.

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pennywaltzy · 5 years

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Therapeutic (5/7) - NEW CHAPTER

A new chapter, with Danny making a bit of a breakthrough!

Therapeutic - In Danny’s eyes, the hits just keep on coming…though this particular hit may turn out all right in the end.

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Danny was contemplative the entire day and into the next, all the way up to his rescheduled therapy appointment. He asked Don a bit more about Lennie Briscoe, and the stories he shared and the fact Briscoe had said he was years into sobriety had given him a lot to think about. Not that he hadn’t seen some improvements in his life as he’d started opening up more; if nothing else, things were better with Monroe and things were good with Don. It was just...well, he didn’t want to talk about the big hurts, and he was worried Skoda would stop giving him time and push, and he knew if that happened he’d clam right back up.

But as Skoda opened the door and let him in, he seemed willing to wait. He sat down at his neck, pencil in hand but not attempting to write anything. They stayed quiet for a good five or so minutes before Danny spoke. “You’re not going to push?”

“On the advice of a friend, I’m going to give you time, even if I have to fudge things with your boss a bit,” Skoda said. “I know there are things that you’re keeping close to the vest, and that’s okay. You don’t completely trust me yet. When we get to the point where you really trust me, you’ll open up about it. But I have a question for you.”

“Shoot, I guess,” Danny said, relaxing a bit.

“Why did you want to become a cop?”

Danny hesitated. “If I tell you that edges into the deep hurt territory, you won’t push too much, will you?”

Skoda nodded. “Tell me as much or as little as you want.”

Danny was quiet for a long while and then he spoke, choosing his words carefully. “My brother, he ran with a crew known as the Tanglewood Boys. He never wanted me to get really mixed up with them. Thought I could do better. And it wasn’t...I mean, Louie got in trouble. Serious trouble, but not the type to send him upstate. Sonny was too smart for that, at least for a while.” He paused. “That kind of pushes into the deep hurt territory.”

“So your brother was mixed up with the wrong crowd and the leader kept them all from getting caught,” Skoda said with a nod. “Eventually their luck ran out, I take it?”

“Yeah. And I...can't talk about that,” Danny said, shaking his head. “Not right now. My brother got hurt trying to take care of me and I...I don’t know. Can’t really think about it without wanting to hurt someone or feel guilty.”

“Fair enough,” Skoda said. “So you wanted to be a cop to do the right thing, then?”

Danny let out a relieved breath. “Yeah. Where I’m from you become a hood rat or a cop. My brother went to the gangs, but he wanted me to do better and so did our Ma, so I got into a Catholic school, got a basketball scholarship to college for a bit, stayed in after I couldn’t play in that level anymore and got a degree in biology with a minor in criminology. Figured I could do more good that way. Then I went into the Academy, did the patrol thing for a while, and when Mac was looking for people for his team, he handpicked me.”

“Must have felt good, having the head of the crime labs pick you for his team.”

Danny grinned at that. “Yeah. Yeah, it really did. And I wanted to do him proud, just like I wanted to do my family proud. Even Louie...he knew I’d loved science since I was a kid, so he was proud of me even though we were on opposite sides of things. We drifted apart for a while, but that mattered.”

Skoda nodded and then wrote something down. “Do you think Detective Taylor is still proud of you?”

“I don’t know,” Danny admitted. “I know he wants me to talk to you, thinks it will help, but I’ve screwed up majorly twice recently. I think he thinks I’m...a loose cannon or something, I don’t know. He leaned back in his seat, linked his hands together and placed them behind his head. “But I don’t think he wants to give up on me. If that was the case he could have kicked me to another team or even busted me down to patrol again.”

“And he didn’t,” Skoda noted.

“Nope. Just told me therapy was mandatory and to give you a chance.” Danny looked Skoda in the eye. “Have to say, you aren’t too bad, Doc. I’m at least realizing it’s good to talk about some of this stuff.”

“You feel okay talking about the mistakes you said you made that Detective Taylor could have used against you for a demotion?”

“The first one, yeah, but not the second. That’s got to do with my brother and that whole situation.”

“Fair enough,” Skoda said with a nod. “Then why don’t you go into, say, the incident and the time around it. As much as you feel comfortable with.”

Danny nodded and started to talk. For the first time, he really mentioned Aiden and saw the light of recognition in Skoda’s eyes at the name, so at least he knew now that Skoda knew about her and some of the part she’d played in his life. Maybe not the full circumstances of her death, but it was something. He talked about Stella and Hawkes and Flack, and how they’d rallied around him while he was under suspicion of shooting one of their own, and then he found himself going forward in his career, talking about the more minor screw-ups he’d had. By the time his session was over, he’d almost gotten to Aiden’s leaving the crime lab, but cut it short.

Skoda looked down at his notes and then back up at Danny. “Do you feel comfortable talking about Detective Burn? Not her death, but her absence from the crime labs and what that did to you.”

So, apparently, he did know she had died. “I think I can.”

“Good. We don’t have to touch on anything regarding her that you’re uncomfortable with, but she seems to have been a positive influence on your time as a Detective.”

“She was a friend. I just wasn’t much of one in return,” he said quietly.

“Sometimes even friendships are quiet at times,” he said. “I think she knew you cared even if you saw her less. I don’t think you could have given up your time with her completely.”

“No, I couldn’t. She was...good.”

“I’m sure she was.” He set his notes aside. “We can talk about Detective Flack and Detective Monroe, too. They seem to be a good support system for you now.”

“Yeah, they are,” Danny said with a small smile. “Don’t know what I’d do without them.”

“Then that’s what we’ll talk about next time,” he said. Danny stood up then. “And Danny?”

“Yeah?” he said, pausing to get his suit jacket.

“I think this session was helpful in letting me know why Detective Taylor wanted me to help you. You’re a good man and a good detective. You’ve just got a lot on your plate. I can help sort it out.”

Danny’s smile got bigger. “Thanks, Doc. See you next time.”

“See you next time.”

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Escape [Sweet Pea]

[Anonymous requested: Can you do a sweet pea song preference of Escape by Kehlani? It’s really good I guarantee you’re gonna love it. Thanks bb!]

Never did I think I'd want you Always seen you 'round my way Never had the strength to tell you I kinda, sorta think you're great Strange for me to wanna love someone who's better by themselves Hate to know I made you crazy for myself

'Cause I don't want you thinking that my love's in vain 'Cause baby I've been falling for you but falling back up out your way

'Cause I can't let you lose yourself Looking for me And I can't let you make me your Your everything I just wanna be an escape I just wanna be an escape Baby can we escape, escape, escape?

This is the tale of Y/N and Sweet Pea. The princess of the Northside and the king of the Southside. They were like Romeo and Juliet. Like Sandy and Danny. Like Maria and Tony. Like Phineas and Isabella. Not allowed to be with each other, but being fancied by the each other. He was the knight saving her from the grip of the dragon. The one who saved her from the poisoned apple. The one who would eat berries with her, so nobody had to end their life to win but to die together. However, this was Riverdale and did this tale deserve a happy end after all those sins.

Y/N was staring at him from the other side of the hallway. Ever since he had transferred to Riverdale High, the two teenagers had been watching the each other in a quite distance. She didn't want to enter his dangerous world and he didn't want to leave it. They just didn't want to change it, so they didn't even try it.

Even in class, they couldn't keep their eyes from the each other and their hands would touch when they crossed paths. They just wanted to be together, be a distraction and an escape, but with them living in two different realities, it was hard. Sweet Pea didn't want her to get hurt and Y/N didn't want him to get hurt.

Y/N was a member of the Riverdale gang, who fought against the murder of Jason Blossom and Black Hood. Sweet Pea, on the other hand, was a Southside Serpent. They were the total opposite of the each other, but that was what it made so hard. So hard for them to quit the craving for the each other's touch.

One day, Sweet Pea slipped a note secretly in her bag as he passed her to leave the room. As she sat in lunch with the core four, she found it and looked for Sweet Pea across the room. As she caught him staring right back at her, she nodded with a smile and turned her attention back to her friends to not gain any attention.

The note told her to come to meet him on the bleachers tonight when the town was sleeping and she did. Short before midnight, she was sitting in the last and upper row, waiting for him. A huge oversize hoodie was keeping her warm in the cold spring night. She grinned as Sweet Pea run up the stairs and he didn't waste a second to pull her into a kiss.

They had been waiting to kiss for so long and it felt like something came back to them. A missing puzzle piece. After a few minutes, Sweet Pea pulled away from Y/N's lips and stared down at her. "Why does something so bad feels so right?" She pulled him into another kiss before saying, "Let's not think about it tonight. Let's just be two people who like the each other." With an eager nod, he pushed her against the seat to kiss her again. The teenagers escaped Riverdale for a while and lived the moment.

Admiring you from a distance Scared to go and make a move Didn't wanna be distracting You be all up in your groove It's strange for me to wanna love someone who's raw all by themselves I'd hate for you to search for someone else

'Cause I've been staying low, holding back Fighting the feelings that you've been giving And I've been trying to put it all into words But I can't so I'm singing

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Jackson loses his favorite blanket and is unable to sleep without it. He refuses to leave the track until it's found; luckily his initials are embroidered on it. This is what happens when the other rookies decide its a good idea to "prank" Mr. I'm-better-than-you. They didn't intend for it to be all that mean, but now Storm was nearly in tears over a blanket of all things! Lightning returns it after giving them an earful about taking people's comfort items.

In all his years of racing, Lightning never expected to witness Jackson Storm—the guy who mercilessly taunted him to the point of crashing—reduced to near tears over a blanket, a mere blanket!

The IGNTR racer had been the victim of—what seemed to the perpetrators—a harmless prank. It had just been the playful antics of Chase, Bubba, Danny, and Ryan, having some fun as usual. Cruz was also with them when the act went down, but she was more along for the ride. None of them ever suspected that Storm had some deep attachment to the thing when they had stolen it from his trailer.

But they were well aware of it now. The Next-Gens watched in a mixture of bewilderment and astonishment as Storm went through the various stages of grief. At first he couldn’t believe it. He had left it right there in his locked trailer like he always had. There was no way it could have gone missing. And then he started to get angry.

“Okay, which one of you assholes took it?” Storm rolled up to the huddled rookie group hanging by the infield, seething to the point where you could almost see the smoke rise from his hood.

“Took what?” Chase asked innocently.

Storm glared, clearly not in the mood for games. “You know what I’m talking about.”

Then he started making deals with them, deals which he knew that he could never keep.

“If you give it back, I promise not to be a jerk anymore,” Storm said, desperation edging into his voice.

The other racers blinked at him in mock confusion, although some of them were starting to become concerned.

“Nobody knows what you’re talking about, Storm,” Bubba replied, but his front started to contorting into an expression that implied that he was beginning to regret this foolish trick.

And then he couldn’t take it anymore. After combing the track with Gale (and reluctantly, Ray) for what seemed to him like hours (though it was only 45 minutes), Storm was at his wit’s end. He parked himself by the edge of the infield, gazing out onto the track with an expression of utter defeat. To the others, he had only lost a blanket. To him, he had lost the world.

Lightning, curious as to why Cruz and her friends were still at the track, inquired as to the reason behind Storm’s listlessness. When he discovered what it was, he felt the initial urge to laugh. It was a blanket after all—something a child would sleep with when he got lonely! But to see Storm look so distressed led him to realize that this was something more than just a blanket.

The Next-Gens handed the blanket back to Lightning after he demanded to have it. Cruz tried to tell her mentor that it wasn’t her idea—that she was (sort of) against it, but Lightning wouldn’t hear any of it.

“You’re not completely off the hook, Cruz,” Lightning told her, disappointment clear on his face. “Letting stuff like this happen right in front of you doesn’t make you innocent either.”

Cruz hung her hood in shame, as did the rest of the racers.

“This blanket,” Lightning held up the object in question as he referred to it, “may not look like much to you guys, but to a fellow racer of yours, it means something.”

Ryan lifted his hood. “Kind of like how my Car Wars plush is special because my girlfriend gave it to me?”

Lightning nodded. “Exactly. Just like that, uhh…”

“Ryan.”

“Ryan. Right.”

Lightning addressed the entire group. “Now I’m going to go by myself to return this, because I don’t want Sto—him, to be embarrassed. But I still want you to think about what you did, and know how bad it is to steal.”

A murmur of “Yes, (Mr.) McQueen”’s spread throughout the apologetic gang. Lightning made his way over to Storm, who was still staring off into space.

“Hey, Storm.”

Storm didn’t move a inch. “What do you want, McQueen?”

“I think this might be yours? It has your initials on it.”

Storm started at this information and whirled around. The blanket was an electric indigo blue—which was just about what anyone expected. It was made of the softest cotton material, decorated with little fluffy storm clouds. And of course, his initials: J.S., were sewn near the bottom corner.

Storm broke into the purest expression of joy Lightning had ever seen on him when he laid eyes on the thing, but just as quickly reassumed a distrustful one.

“Where did you get it?” Storm peered up at Lightning with narrowed eyes.

“Oh, I found it lying around on the field,” Lightning replied, hoping he sounded genuine.

Storm didn’t seem to believe him, but he took the blanket back regardless.

“I just wear it when it gets cold,” Storm explained defensively, set on sounding indifferent. “It doesn’t mean anything to me.”

But Lightning didn’t need any further explanation. “You know, this crazy grandpa car once told me that the Piston Cup’s just an empty cup.”

Storm cocked a lid. “No, it’s not. It means that whoever wins it is a racing champion.”

Lightning ran this over in his mind. “Maybe. But when I look at that trophy with the Hudson Hornet on top of it, you know what I see?”

“What?”

“I see that same crazy grandpa car up on the podium, coaching my way through all those races. Teaching me everything I know. And always… being there for me…” Lightning trailed off, lowering his eyes to the asphalt. “At least when I see that Piston Cup now… I know he’s there…”

Storm glanced down at his blanket. He knew where this was going. This was McQueen’s way of getting him to open up. Ha, like he even knew.

“My mother gave it to me.”

Lightning looked up, the sound of Storm’s voice shaking him out of his own personal reverie. “What?”

Storm suddenly looked like he regretted what he said. “The blanket!” He sent a glare down at the asphalt. “Geez, you must be losing your hearing with your old age.”

Lightning couldn’t help but smile at Storm’s bashful reaction.

Storm studied the blanket for a few more seconds in silence. “She was never around much… always busy… so this is…” He shook his hood, as if disgusted by his own actions. “Ugh, forget it.” He spun around without another word, eager to leave this embarrassing event behind him.

“Wait! Storm.”

Storm stopped in his tracks. He almost decided against returning, but he didn’t. For some reason.

He turned back around, and met the solemn, understanding gaze of Lightning McQueen. Ugh, he hated to think of the veteran in any terms but negative ones. And yet…

“I get it,” Lightning said. And he really meant it. “I get it.”

…and yet he did.

Credit to @whipplefilter and @gingersamson18 for the headcanon that Ryan likes Star Wars, and that he has a long-distance girlfriend in New Zealand. Kind of connects to the whole theme of “having something with you that reminds you of someone when they’re not there.”

#i had too much fun with this #i actually got kind of emotional wow #asks #lightning mcqueen #jackson storm #next-gens #pixar cars #my fics #lightning mentors

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amped and wired, part two | chapter fifteen: you’ll only make it worse

“I can't believe that pack of sliced wife meat is gone.”

Lars and I scrambled to get dressed and out the door given little snow flurries came down upon us. He seemed more fixated on that whole thing than the actual fact that Scott had gone missing. I put on my coat and tugged my hood over my head; I searched through my pockets for my gloves and my key.

“What're you looking for?” he asked me.

“Things for my hands and the thing to lock the door.”

“Just keep your hands in your pockets and we will be back soon enough.”

“And risk gettin' robbed? I don't think so. And by the way, don't mention it to Mrs. Hamilton, though, aight?”

“Mention what?”

“The chunky pastrami.”

“Sliced wife meat,” he corrected me.

“Whatever. Just don't mention it to her 'cause the last thing I want is to have her be on both our asses for losing a thing of meat—oh, here are my keys.”

I took the ring out of my coat pocket, and underneath that I felt a piece of paper, but that was least of my concern at that moment. I then led Lars out to the icy cold sidewalk. I locked the door and my hands immediately shook from the bitter lake effect snow. I stuffed the key back into my pocket and Lars and I walked down to Mrs. Hamilton's ride, which I could tell was Cindy's car once again.

“Shotfun,” Lars said aloud.

“Shotgun, you mean,” I replied.

“Right.”

I climbed into the back seat behind him and a concerned Mrs. Hamilton. Once Lars shut the door behind him, we rolled towards the street. I almost had no time to put on my seat belt, either.

“We just woke up earlier and Charlie noticed he was missing,” she said without hesitating. “Looked high and low for him and everything.”

“Where do you think he could have gone?” Lars asked her.

“No idea. Doubt he went back to that junkyard, too—too far of a walk and there's no reason to given the prototype is with us.”

“How's she doing by the way?” I said once I was buckled in.

“Maya?” Mrs. Hamilton peered up in the rear view mirror at me.

“Yeah.”

“She didn't really sleep all too well last night. Probably because she's so starved and emeciated—she was up a lot last night according to Danny.”

“Wow,” I muttered under my breath. I leaned back and put one arm upon the top of the seat.

“Is she at least eating anything?” Lars asked her.

“That's the other thing, too—she barely eats. I gave her a saltine cracker before we went to bed last night and she ate it slowly. I gave her two more this morning and she ate those, too. But she grimaces at the mention of eating any kind of meat and she sympathizes with all of you boys in that you're not very well known.” Mrs. Hamilton peered into the mirror at me.

“She wants to hear you sing again, Joey.”

“Oh yeah?” I flashed her a grin.

“Yeah. She described your voice as 'sweet' and 'simultaneously earth shaking.' She wants to hear you when you get a chance, Joey.”

I nodded my head and peered out the window at the flurries coming down. I never moved from my spot as we neared Black Orchid; Mrs. Hamilton parked outside of the front door and the three of us filed up the walkway. She held the door for Lars and me and we ducked inside to see Frankie, Charlie, Danny, Cindy, Gwen, and Louise all congregated around the strip chess table. All of them had looks of concern on their faces.

I tugged the hood down from my head and sighed through my nose. I could only wonder what had happened here while Lars and I were sleeping.

“Alright, let's get down to brass tacks,” he started, “who was the last to fall asleep last night?”

“Me,” Danny raised his hand. “And Scott was asleep once I did, too.”

“You don't think it has anything to do with that warehouse we found down in New York City, do you,” Frankie wondered aloud.

I thought about that particular pack of meat under the bed upstairs, and I wondered if it all had anything to do with that one Lars had in his coat all that time. It all just made sense to me, especially once I thought about everything he had said about his wife and why he did what he did, but then again, I told him to not mention it to Mrs. Hamilton so I couldn't mention it to them. But it also made sense: wherever we found Scott, we could uncover something more about Candace and Maya.

I was about to say something about that when Lars beat me to the punch.

“I have no doubt about it, but I also do.”

“Why?” asked Charlie; he then patted his chest.

“You okay?” I asked him.

“Yeah. I've had heartburn all night.”

Yeah, it definitely had to do with that damn container Lars had in his coat.

“Anyways, I wonder why it even would have anything to do with that warehouse. It was a place where things were put to pasture.”

It had everything to do with that warehouse: he was either covering his own neck or he missed something about his wife that he didn't catch before he choked her and then diced her up into literal lunch meat.

“By the way, there's one thing that keeps bothering me, Lars,” Frankie spoke up, “is how'd you know that warehouse was where clones were being made?”

I turned to look at Lars, whose mouth hung open but no sound came out. We got him then.

“Well, enough chit chat, gang,” Mrs. Hamilton scoffed as she breezed past the two of us. “We have to find Scott before something bad happens. Or before we're stuck here because it's snowing outside. We're a big group and yet I can only do so much on my end.” She hesitated behind the bar and set her hands on top of that polished wood. I crammed my hands into my coat pockets. I felt my keys and that one piece of paper there at the bottom. I fondled around with two fingers and got hold of it.

And then I remembered what it was.

“There is—someone we can call up,” I pointed out as I took the piece of paper out of my pocket.

“Who?” Mrs. Hamilton asked me.

“Where's the phone in here?”

“Right here behind the bar.” I ambled towards her and rounded the bar: I spotted that phone underneath her hips. She stepped out of the way for me, and yet she stood next to me as I picked the receiver. I dialed that number and brought the earpiece to the side of my head. It rang just once—

“Hello?”

“Angeline, hi. It's Joey.”

“Oh, hi—” She cleared her throat.

“I was wondering about you boys, like—when one of you would hit me up,” she said; her voice sounded congested, like she had a cold. “Things have been—ungodly slow lately. What's going on?”

“Scott—kinda sorta went missing.”

“Kinda sorta?” I could hear her chuckle at that.

“I mean, yes. Yeah. Scott went missing.”

There was a click on her end. “Hang on a second, Joey—”

Her side went silent. I looked up at all of them in the room before me, all of them still and completely silent. I kept the phone up to my ear for a second. I listened to complete silence for a second before I set the receiver back down. I kept my hand over the handle part of the phone and nibbled on my bottom lip.

The phone rang and I picked it back up to my ear.

“You know,” Angeline said with another clearing of her throat, “it's funny you mention that because—I got a lead just now telling me John Bush's gone missing, too.”

“No way,” I said with a glance up at Frankie, Charlie, Danny, and Lars.

“Yes way. They said that Bush and Ian were probably taken by the same person—at least I hope that's what it is. My hope is they're not in the heart of New York City. And when I say 'heart', I mean that quite literally.”

I swallowed because I flashed back on the other night when we found that one clone in the empty lot.

She coughed twice and cleared her throat again.

“Are you alright? You sound sick.”

“Literal 'heart' of New York City—it's having an effect on my head and my lungs a bit.”

“Oh, shit.”

“Yeah. So when you all come down that way, bring your masks because—because it's utterly ghastly.”

“Well, there's a bunch of us—y'know, it's me and Lars, and then Frankie, Charlie, and Danny, and then the girls at Black Orchid.”

“Well, I'm headed up in your direction, though,” she assured me, “up to Syracuse anyway. I have to start somewhere.”

“Want me to tell them 'bout it?” I asked her.

“Please do. You know you guys were more than helpful before.”

“By the way, Angeline, I should tell you—before he vanished into thin air, Scott found the prototype.”

“The prototype?”

“The original Maya. He found her in a junkyard.”

“Oh, my God. Is she—” She cleared her throat again. “—is she alright?”

“I hope so. When we found her, she was so weak, Scott and I both could pick her up and sling her over our shoulders. She ate some crackers so that's—that was sump'n, y'know?”

“Okay. Let's meet up in Syracuse. The same coffee shop where we met before. I'm on my way.”

“Okay—” She and I hung up at the same time, and I turned to Mrs. Hamilton.

“Angeline wants to meet up at the coffee shop we had breakfast the other day,” I told her.

“Did she say where she is right now?”

“No, but I doubt she'll get there before us since she works in the City.”

“Okay.” Mrs. Hamilton turned to Cindy and Gwen. “Someone's gotta stay here because she could die. Granted, she's probably going to die anyways—but someone has to stay here and watch over her.”

“My car also can't fit that many people in it, either,” Cindy pointed out.

“And my car is toast, too,” Mrs. Hamilton added, and then she turned to Gwen. “Your truck can fit a bunch of people in it.”

“The five of us plus you?” I asked her.

“It won't be very comfortable, though,” said Gwen. “One of you guys have to your beautiful crotches hit by the stick shift.”

“I ain't sittin' sideways, either,” I grumbled.

“Flip a coin?” Frankie offered.

Lars looked back at me with his eyes wide.

“I will have my balls crushed,” he offered.

“We're all gonna have our balls crushed, though, now that I think 'bout it,” I told him. “Before we go, I wanna—” I gestured to the hallway on the other side of the room, right behind them.

“Go see her,” Mrs. Hamilton coaxed me with a pat of my upper back. She slid her hand down towards my hips for a second, and then I stepped away from her. I passed the table and entered the dim hallway. I ascended the stairs and I had a weird feeling overcome me. That feeling that I was about to walk right into the void.

I stepped into that room to find her laying on the bed closest to the door. They had covered her body with blankets: in the gray morning light, I could see the sheer gauntness of her face and her neck. Deep creases coated her eyelids and the corners of her mouth. She looked like how I felt when I received that phone call from Charlie.

“Maya?” I said to her. She opened her eyes to look at me with those yellowed eyes.

“Come closer to me,” her voice was light and airy but I could tell she didn't have a lot of time with her. I took one step forward and then another, and I loomed over her. I didn't like the feeling over me. It sucked. The whole thing sucked. I felt like I was standing over something awful rather than a girl who was dying.

“Joey?” she whispered to me; she brought a hand out from underneath the covers and gestured for me to come closer to her. I swallowed.

“Yes?” I bowed closer to her face: I made out the sight of seam lines all over her skin, like a patchwork of sorts. There was even a stripe across her nose that was a slightly different tone compared to the other parts of her face.

“I would rather die than let any more clones be made,” she confessed to me.

“I ain't killin' you,” I told her.

“No, no—that isn't what I want.”

I gazed on at her pale skin and those sickly eyes. Amazed she even made it through the night.

“I need your voice,” she whispered.

“You want me to sing to you?”

“Please. Sing me to sleep.”

I thought about what I could sing to her right then. The one song that had hung with me for years following when I first heard it in high school. I nibbled on my bottom lip and closed my eyes. It was something I had wanted to sing with Anthrax whenever we got the chance.

“Once I rose above the noise and confusion... just to get a glimpse beyond this illusion, I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high. Though my eyes could see, I still was a blind man, though my mind could think, I still was a mad man. I hear the voices when I'm dreaming...”

Her eyes closed again and I loomed in closer to her.

“I can hear them say, carry on, my wayward son. There'll be peace when you are done...”

She didn't move as I brought my voice to a whisper. “...lay your weary head to rest, don't you cry no more.”

She drifted off to sleep and that was my cue to return back downstairs. I doubled back out to the stairs and to the hallway, and the front room, where I was met with Mrs. Hamilton telling something to Cindy and Gwen.

“Is she asleep?” she asked me as she handed me a black protective mask for myself.

“Yep, went right to sleep,” I duly replied.

“She's not dead, is she?” Lars chimed in from behind them.

“Oh, no. No. Just went right to sleep.”

“Alright, let's get going,” Charlie declared as he patted his chest again. I took one last glimpse to Cindy, who blew me a kiss.

“Stay safe,” she said to me in a low voice.

“You, too,” I said back to her with a wink.

The bunch of us returned outside, where the snow had stopped which meant even more was coming. As we made our way to Gwen's truck parked around the corner, I looked down the block at the sight of something glimmering against the gray. It wasn't water or snow or anything like that. I recognized her hair and even from a distance I made the shape of a caduceus on her blouse. She vanished about as quickly as she emerged from thin air.

I didn't have time to ruminate on why Mrs. Snow appeared right then, especially given the fact I had to climb into the front passenger seat last before we went anywhere. Indeed, Lars was crammed right in between me and Mrs. Hamilton, but the stick shift came about an inch from the crotch of his jeans. My crotch felt sore just looking at it, though.

“Knee deep in blood and cum, let me tell you,” he muttered to me at one point. The snows came in right as we came within the outskirts of Syracuse. That blue neon lined the skyline and I blinked once, then twice, and neither time was it a sign of me missing it vanishing for a second before reappearing. I didn't understand that, as much as I figured out any of it.

Mrs. Hamilton took the next exit to that cafe we had had breakfast before, and I recognized Angeline outside the front door wrapped in a heavy winter coat.

When we climbed out, I was quick to put on my mask because she looked like death herself had rolled her over. Her face was washed out and the bags under her eyes were as dark blue as Frankie's jeans.

“Oh my God, Angeline, what the hell happened?” Mrs. Hamilton asked her, appalled.

“I'm really sick,” she said in a hoarse voice, “it's—whatever is overcoming New York right now.”

I turned to Lars, who gaped at me. I raised an eyebrow at him, to which he knitted his at me. I nodded at him, to which he shook his head.

“What are you doing?” he finally asked me.

“Don't mention the container,” I warned him in a low voice. “At least—not yet. Not when we're gettin' sump'n to eat.”

“Joey, the container has nothing to do with any of it—just going to tell you that right now.”

“Why'd Scott go missin' then?”

“No idea. But I know for a fact the container had nothing to do with it.”

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lyrics to carry on wayward son by kansas, which anthrax themselves covered in 2016!

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First of all, LOVE your blog! Secondly, have any recommendations on Sterek Fanfics?!? I feel like I've read them all but I always need more!!!

Thanks! We’ve been mutuals for a while now and it’s always nice to see you pop up :) I actually have a sideblog entirely dedicated to TW so if you’re looking for a blog that focuses on it then maybe take a look at that, too. @wheredidhiseyebrowsgo is probably the best blog I know when it comes to fic recs/finding fics/etc. so you should give them a follow!

As for Sterek recs, oh geez… So, fun fact, on ao3 I actually have over 700 Sterek works bookmarked! And then I know there’s a ton of little ficlets in my likes on here, too, and really my point is just that there are so many great Sterek works and I will list some of my all time favs in case you haven’t seen them. And I do love all of these but my super-duper faves will have a ★ next to them. I started at the back of my ao3 bookmarks and went in about five pages I figured 25 would be good enough for now, especially since some of them are series so that’s actually more.

★★★He Fucks My Best Friend by mydickisthealpha (667 words, rated M)

“I, for one, would like to vote to keep this as part of all the meetings,” Lydia announces and Stiles flushes scarlet basically everywhere. (My comment: short and funny, Stiles&Derek forget the pack is coming by and are having sex. Scott POV)

★★★As the Lights Go Down by standinginanicedress (62,890 words, rated E)

Stiles is standing there looking bizarre – which maybe isn’t a very nice thing or even a convincing thing to say about a person that Derek’s basically invited over to hook up with (whatever that even fucking means to kids these days) – but he…does. He’s wearing dark jeans, a black hoodie with the hood pulled up so Derek can’t even really see his face aside from his mouth and jawline, and he’s got that metal baseball bat in his fingers again.He looks like he’s come here to literally beat Derek to death.Then, he grins, lifts one shoulder up in a half shrug, and says, “I can’t come in until you invite me.”Derek is mystified enough that all he can say is, “really?” He thought that was a vampire thing.(My comment: AU but they’re all still supes. Stiles is a spark and they are powerful things, him even more so because of plot you should read. standinginanicedress has several good ones you might want to peruse.)

★★★The Domestic Series by thepsychicclam (149,239 words, various ratings)

First work’s description: It’s Saturday night, and Derek Hale is at Toys R Us. Shopping for Leapfrog games. If asked, it wasn’t exactly how he pictured his life. Or his Saturday nights. In which Derek and Stiles have been married for ten years, have two kids, and are planning their five year old’s birthday party.

(My comment: The domestic series is just parent Sterek fluff for the most part and it is absolutely wonderful. Realistic, I think, in the fights that happen and how Stiles&Derek fit together. I love the children.

Also @thepsychicclam has a lot of wonderful works besides this series that should be read if you haven’t but this is definitely my favorite.)

Nothing Short Of Perfect by GotTheSilver (27,019 words, rated E)

In which Derek and Stiles are made aware of their potential and have to make a choice about what their relationship will be.“Let me get this straight,” his dad says. “You’re telling me a witch told Derek and yourself that you could be destined to be together and now Derek will be going to college with you?”Stiles shrugs, resting his hands on his legs to stop himself from fidgeting. “That’s about it, yep.”

★★★My Heart Comes Tumbling Down by DevilDoll (5,689 words, rated E)

“This is a casual, adult relationship based on sex, and it is awesome.” In which Stiles and Derek have a great time buddyfucking until a burrito ruins it all. (my comment: devildoll is one of those I see rarely recced outside of SFiYE [below] and they have some really good other stuff, too)

★★★Stand Fast in Your Enchantments by DevilDoll (76,956words, rated E)

“Stiles knew damn well what a pissed-off wolf sounded like, and every hair on the back of his neck was telling him that somewhere in this room was a very pissed-off werewolf.” An AU in which Derek is feral, Stiles is magical, and they eat a lot of fast food.

Won’t Do Me No Good Washing in the River by DevilDoll (5,939 words, rated M)

“Remember, Derek: you never get back what you lost.” Story by Devil Doll, artwork by Rahciach, podfic by Jinxy. This story has a happy ending, but please read the tags. (My comment: Angst with a happy ending. Major character death but they are brought back.)

★★★The One with the Napping by Captain_Loki (4,768 words, rated M)

It is a unique and somewhat unhelpful talent, but Stiles can fall asleep anywhere.

★★★[Sleep]Walking After You by relenafanel (56,551 words, rated M)

Derek is a sleepwalker who keeps wandering into his downstairs neighbour’s bedroom.Stiles is pretty sure the hot guy from the park is going to kill him in his sleep. He knows he shouldn’t have been so obvious about objectifying the guy’s really fine ass.Too bad it turns out Derek is easier to get along with when he’s sleeping.

★★★Play It Again by metisket (63,206 words, rated T)

In which Stiles goes along with one of Derek’s plans and ends up in an alternate universe as a result. He should’ve known better. He did know better, actually, and that means he has no one to blame but himself.“Laura wants to lure the kid in with food and kindness and make a pet of him, like a feral cat. Derek wants to have him arrested for stalking. They’re at an impasse. (And the rest of the family is staying emphatically out of it in a way that suggests bets have been placed.)”

Hemingway Can Suck It by KuriKuri (10,054 words, rated T)

“For those of you who just transferred into this class or simply decided that day one wasn’t important enough to attend, I’m Professor Hale. Welcome to English 346, The American Novel.”Stiles is pretty sure his mouth is hanging open right now and that his eyes are wide with shock, because holy fuck, he thinks he knows why his students transferred. Hell, if he was still an undergrad, he probably would have transferred, too. (Or: In which Stiles is a Biology professor and Derek thinks he’s a student.)

★★★Baking My Way Into Your Heart by theSilence (178,630 words, rated M)

Derek is an uptight college student, all work and no play. His carefully scheduled life is thrown kilter when his regular barista is replaced with someone new. (My comment: Coffee shop/college AU with slowburn. It’s beautiful.)

★★★The Well of Living Waters by Kalpurna (30,322 words, rated E)

King Derek takes a consort. (My comment: royalty AU. Demisexual Derek although I don’t think it’s explicitly tagged. So good.)

Pretty Human Virgin Boy Comes to the Pond- Feed Him All the Best Heads by Delta_Immortal (49,771 words, rated E)

Stiles knew it was a bad idea to go into the woods, but little did he know his actions would cause the death of everyone around him. Running from the thing that killed Danny, Scott and Stiles stumble upon a pond, which happens to hold a strange man named Derek who floats around in the middle of it. Derek assures them they’re safe now.What appears to be salvation is nothing more than the start of the death of everyone Stiles cares about. The being known as Derek haunts him at every turn, unsatisfied until Stiles succumbs to Derek’s whims. Stiles isn’t sure if that involves sexing him or eating him, and he really doesn’t want to find out.

(My comment: pay attention to the tags! This is not a fluffy Sterek fic; what sex there is in this is basically Derek mind fucking Stiles and possessing him. It’s good, I love it, but definitely heed the tags.)

★★★(Sacred) In the Ordinary by idyll (78,759 words, rated E)

The Pack, after college, graduate school and the starting of careers, comes back to Beacon Hills. Nothing’s gotten less complicated after all this time.Based on a kink meme prompt that grew legs and got serious.Note: This is a whole lot of pack!fic with a very slow build Derek/Stiles. (My comment: I have read this fic like 8 times now. The pack dynamics are wonderful and the gang is all older here, coming back to BH after college. Set after season one)

When the Bough Breaks by The Feels Whale (12,068 words, rated T)

Look, Stiles knows he’s not really part of the pack, but really? He wishes the others aside from Scott and Allison would stay a little more up to date on what’s going on his life beyond how it affects them. (my comment: Stiles adopts a baby. Scott is having a pissing contest w/ Derek over Stiles and Allison so Derek and his pack doesn’t actually know Stiles is adopting a baby. Adorable chaos ensues)

The Time Travelling Werewolf’s Confused Spirit Guide also by The Feels Whale (4,832 words, rated G)

Normally you don’t imagine yourself as living in the dystopian future that hapless time travelers accidentally stumble into.Or: that one where Stiles learns the hard way that reality is not static, time is not a river, and sometimes the way things are is not the way they were supposed to be.

How I Met My Werebunny by Moku (19,873 words, rated T)

“This is going to end in tears,” Scott told Derek while he watched the man easily lifting Stiles’ desk up with one hand and driving nails into the ceiling with the thumb of the other. “Probably mine.”Or:When a Stiles and a Failwolf love each other very much, they’ll engage in a prank war. Basically, it’s a mating ritual for dorks in love.

★★★For better, for worse by Vendelin (13,336 words, rated E)

Derek and Stiles have been married for six years. Derek loves his job as a successful lawyer, loves his financial security and his large house. It isn’t until Stiles gets shot while working that he starts to understand that maybe Stiles isn’t loving their life as much as Derek is. (My comment: human AU! Stiles is a cop and gets shot in the line of duty. Derek hadn’t noticed they were drifting apart. Realistic with the coming back together & even has couples counseling. Angsty with a fluffy, happy ending.)

★★★the other shoe by stilinskisparkles (4,633 words, rated T)

They’re lounging on Derek’s bed one afternoon, Stiles halfheartedly trying to make headway on an essay, and Derek’s supposedly helping. Instead, Derek’s spent the last eight minutes mouthing lazily at Stiles’ shoulder, and Stiles is five seconds from giving up completely. (My comment: pretty much just fluff.)

★★★Those Are The Days That Bind Us by s_a_m (52,171 words, rated M)

His father wasn’t stupid. He was an officer of the law, trained to look for patterns. He confronted Stiles about werewolves and they shouted and Stiles tried to explain but his father was so, so, so mad, more mad than Stiles had ever seen him, ever in all his life and then his father looked at him and said, “It’s like you’re not my son anymore.”And Stiles broke.(My comment: I love this one. Has some major angst and an unborn baby does die due to a possession kind of thing. But out of all the “Stiles is kicked out of/leaves the pack” things this one is my favorite. I think Stiles’ progression through this is so good. It does have a happy ending but not without a lot of healing on Stiles’ end. Heed the tags.)

Divided We Stand by KouriArashi (156,742 words, rated M)

Derek is being pressured by his family to pick a mate, and somehow stumbles into a choice that they didn’t expect and aren’t sure they approve of….

(My comment: This is the first work in The Searching Ceremonies. All of it is A++ and even has wolfcop (Peter/Sheriff Stilinski). It’s all AU and the world is very well developed, plus every part of it is over 100k words. KouriArashi also has a lot of other wonderful works that should be checked out.)

Stilinski’s Home for Wayward Wolves by owlpostagain (35,197 words, rated T)

“At least your puppies knock first,” Stiles snorts. “Here I thought their alpha raised them to be well-mannered.” “There’s a sign,” Derek responds stiffly. Stiles, whose curiosity outweighs even his hardest of grudges, abandons his chilly façade of nonchalance in a heartbeat. He jumps right up and all but pushes Derek out of the way in his effort to get to the window, and sure enough when he leans outside there’s a laminated strip of cardstock duct taped to the vinyl siding: DON’T FORGET TO KNOCK Stiles gets cranky when we scare him—Or, in which Stiles Stilinski moves to Beacon Hills for his junior year of high school and accidentally adopts a pack of teenage werewolves.(my comment: fairly fluffy and humorous. owlpostagain is one of those that I never see recced and they have some amazing writing.)

here is the deepest secret nobody knows by owlpostagain (22,322 words, rated T)

“Derek,” Stiles groans. “You have me. You’ve always had me, you absolute moron, how many physically impossible feats of life-saving heroics do I have to perform before you get it?” (my comment: post s2 and the pack is just starting to come together. lots of pack feels)

will to follow through by owlpostagain (42,411 words, rated T)

“It depends entirely on how you look at it, I guess,” Stiles shrugs. “On the one hand, instant healing and the apparently inherited ability to pull off leather at all times. On the other, serious attitude problems and a suspicious disappearance of eyebrows.”“Even Derek’s?” Danny snorts, “that’s a lot of eyebrow to lose.”“I know,” Stiles agrees. “You should see, it’s so weird. Every time I want to ask him where they go, except he’d totally eat my face off.”“There are worse ways to die.” (my comment: Danny&Lydia&Stiles ultimate friendship post season 2. So good.)

#getmeoffthisplanet #sterek #fic rec list #sterek fic recs #sterek fic rec #long answer

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Paradise City Stories

[EXT. Turismo Beach - Noon 1980s] There were kids breakdancing to early Hip Hop, muscle dudes, hot girls in bikinis, hot dog stands, old folks, a mix of cheapo hatches, old and abused American Couples, and high tech modern sport cars passing by. Danny [V.O] “Paradise City, a city of dreams, a city of luxuries, but most importantly a city of Vices.” Turn Up The Radio by Autograph started to play as the Camera flies into a sun faded blue 1970 Carson Rattler Convertible. [INT. Car Interior] There are two guys in the car. The driver is a brown dog with reddish brown hair, he is wearing a blue letterman Jacket. The Passenger is a gray dog with a black Jheri curl, he has a red track jacket on. Danny [V.O.] (Smug) “See that handsome son of a bitch, that’s me, and sorry ladies but I’m taken. I’m that all American Jock all of the girls wants, sure at the time I didn’t have a job you would tell your father, but I have that charm, that look, you know that Good Boy but isn’t a wimp look. Right next to me in the Passenger seat is my best friend Damon Jackson, he’s pretty cool, though he does complain a little too much. I always feel bad for his childhood, with him living in one of the worst hoods in Emperor City, but he has his ways to deal with it, normally working out.” [EXT Turismo Beach] The Rattler stops by the curb. Damon got out. Damon “Hey thanks man.” Danny “Yeah no problem Damon.” Danny turns down the radio. (Smug) “I was already planning to come here anyways.” Danny pointed to a red fox with dark red feathered hair and is wearing a purple bikini top and a denim mini skirt.. Damon (Chuckles) “Alright I will leave you two alone then. See ya!” Damon closed the door and walked to the gym. [EXT. Car Interior pointing to Hot Dog Stand] Danny [V.O] (Smug) “You see that fox over there, yeah that’s my girl Virginia Cox, now V’ isn’t a girly girl, she’s can easily kick your ass, and look fine while doing it. Don’t let her look fool you, she can be one mean bitch, and I’m her Partner in Crime.” [INT. Hot Dog Stand] Virginia (Angry) “Well you can go to hell, you pervert!” Danny Honks the horn Off Scene Danny [O.S] (Shouting) “Babe come here!” Virginia (Smug) “Oh sorry Dick, I got a real man, you know someone with money and respect for a woman.” Virginia walks away while flipping the Hot Dog Vender off Hot Dog Vender (Annoyed) “Fucking bitch.” [INT. Car.] Virginia got into the car. Danny “Hey V’ what was happening over there?” Virginia “Oh just some perv making a joke about me. Don’t worry I gave him hell for it.” Danny (Serious) “V’.” Danny turn Virginia’s head to face him “I will kick that son of a bitch’s ass if I have too.” Virginia “Danny it’s fine, like I said. I gave him hell for the comments.” A short blonde female cougar in a light blue sweater and a white skirt had a bunch of shopping bags, came by the car and started to put the bags in the backseat. She then jumped into the back seat. Danny “Katrina, what are you doing?” Danny [V.O.] “That’s Virginia’s best friend Katrina, she is well dumber than a bag of rocks, and she likes to shop a lot, she has a problem.” Katrina “Oh I just did some shopping.” Danny “Yeah no shit. How much did you waste?” Virginia slaps Danny’s face Virginia (Angry) “Danny just let it go, it’s her money, it’s not our problem.” Danny gave Virginia a look of Confusion. Katrina “She’s totally right Danny.” Danny “Stay out of this.” Katrina (Smug) “Why is it my money?” Virginia “Yeah Danny it’s her money and her problem.” Daryl [O.S.] (Yelling) “Danny start the car!” A tall and buff Wolf with a black mullet & sideburns combo carrying a suitcase runs into the screen and jumps into the back of the car, landing on the bags. Danny [V.O.] (Sighs) “And that is Daryl. The man who ruined my life.” Katrina (Screaming) “DARYL!” Virginia (Surprised) “Daryl what the fuck?!” [EXT. Cheap Hotel] Redneck (Shouting) “Comeback here you fuck!” A man covered in blood limped out of the hotel with a Revolver in hand. [EXT. Car] Danny (Shocked) “Oh shit.” Danny started the car and speeds off The man shot off 2 shots at the Rattler as it speeds off one of the bullets hit the windshield and the other hits the tail light. Virginia (Shouting) “Daryl what the fuck was that?!” Daryl (Happy) “Don’t worry Red, I got the cash.” Daryl pulled out the suitcase full of 10’s and 20’s. “The suckers thought Drywall was Coke.” Danny (Shouting) “Then why did he shoot at us!” Daryl (Muttering) “He did a test.” [EXT. Andrew’s Condo - Dust] The gang parks in front of the Condo. A white cat with blonde hair wearing a brown blazer and black pants came out of the Condo. Andrew (Happy) “Virginia!” Danny [V.O.] This is Andrew, our boss slash landlord slash guy trying to fuck Virginia.” Virginia, Danny, Katrina, and Daryl got out of the car. Daryl “And Company.” Andrew “Yeah yeah yeah. Did you get the money Daryl?” Danny “Yeah he did, but the deal went to shit and the car kinda got shot up.” Danny points at the bullet holes. Andrew “Ah don’t worry. The car was a lemon anyway.” Virginia (Worried) “Hey is Ace here?” Danny [V.O.] “And finally there is Ace. The guy that is probably going to kill me. See Ace is our clean up man” [Mugshot Photos of A red hair with dark red hair, wearing a black leather jack] [INT. Alley - Night] Ace straggling a man with wire [EXT. Cheap 5 story Apartment - Noon] A window breaks and a man falls out of it. [INT. Garage] Ace with a Welding Mask on flips it down and got to work on a tied up man with a Blowtorch. Danny [V.O.] “Yeah it’s best not to mess with him, the only people I know who have the balls to talk down to him are his sister Virginia, or Daryl.” [INT. Andrew’s condo - Dust] Ace came out of the condo. Ace (Giving Danny the death stare) “Hello Virginia.” Virginia “Ace he’s fine.” Ace (Still giving Danny the death stare) Virginia (Roller her eyes) “Ace he’s fine, you don’t have to protect me Ace (Grab Danny by the shirt) “I don’t trust you Danny, you’re just like them.” Virginia (Shouting) “He’s not like them!” Ace (Drops Danny) “Fine.” Andrew (Grabs the Suitcase) “While you guys deal with this, I’m gonna count the cash.” Andrew went inside Danny (Shouting) “What the hell is wrong with you?!” Danny got into Ace’s face. Daryl (Pulls Danny back) “Okay that’s enough Danny, no need to piss him off even more.” Danny [V.O.] (Deep Sigh) “I know this will sound crazy but in a way, Daryl was right.” Danny “Piss him off more? The fucker tries to kill me every other week!” Daryl “Well look at it this way. At least it’s not every week.” Danny Punches Daryl right in his left eye (Shouting) “I’m going to kill you first you inbred dumbass!” Ace Pulls Danny away from Daryl Daryl covers his eye and stumble back a little Virginia (Shouting) “Danny!” Danny stop trying to kick Daryl and turn around to Virginia Virginia (Crying) “Just stop this.” Runs inside Katrina “Jez, you guys are messed up.” Danny [V.O.] “I may not know it at the time, but she was right. We were fucked up, and the next 3 years shows that, but me being dumb and young. I thought she said that to get me away from Daryl.” Andrew [O.S.] (Yelling) “This is paper!” Daryl (Shouting) “What?!” Andrew [O.S.] “It’s fake!” Daryl (Under his breath) “Shit.” (Shouting) “So now what?!” Andrew [O.S.] (Shouting) “Kill that cheap son of a bitch! I don’t want to see you, or Danny back into that fucker is dead!” Daryl “Well you heard the man Dannyboy.” Daryl got into the Rattler. Danny Rolled his eyes and got into the Rattler. [EXT. Turismo Beach Strip - Night] The Neon from the Strip was shining on the old Rattler, the end of Twisted Sister’s Leader of the Pack was playing on the radio. Rock Radio DJ “Alright that was Twisted Sister’s cover of Leader of the Pack. Let’s go to the phone.” Woman on the phone “Oh my god I love you guys, me & some gals are going out on the town and we need some tunes.” Rock Radio DJ “I can do that, Motley Crue, Girls Girls Girls.” Daryl Turn the radio up “Oh hell yeah! Boys we’re gonna head to the Nudie Bar tonight!” Danny (Shouting) “Can we get this job done first!” Daryl “Okay fine. Fun Police.” Danny (Shouting) “Do you take anything seriously?!” Daryl “Buddy listen, I have my goals and you have your’s.” Danny (Shouting) “Really what are they?!” Daryl “Give me More sex, more tats, more blood, more pain, more threats, more fast, torn jeans, cocaine, more pretty strippers with the big red lips making big tips showing off the nice big tits Ha!” Danny Punch Daryl in the shoulder. “Jesus Christ I’m with a goddamn child!” Daryl (Chuckles) “That means you just hit a child, you abuser.” Danny “Daryl shut the fuck up.” Daryl “Okay Jez, Though Crowd.” [EXT. Cheap Hotel on the Strip - Night] Daryl knocks on the door. Redneck “Who is it?!” Daryl (Bad Mexican Accent) “Housekeeping.” Dann punches Daryl in the shoulder while Daryl chuckles at his bad accent. Redneck “Come in.” Daryl Daryl pulls out a double barrel sawed off Shotgun he has around his right leg and opens the door. [INT Cheap Hotel Room - Night] No one was in the room. Danny (Whispering) “Where is he?” Redneck (With a baseball bat.) “RIght behind you.” The Redneck took a swing at Danny but Daryl jumped in and took the hit, knocking the gun out of Daryl’s hand and landing right in front of Danny. Danny picked the gun up, he was shaking. Daryl Daryl kicked the bat out of the man’s hands. (Shouting) “Shoot the bastard!” Danny Everything went slow as Danny pulled the trigger, firing the gun, the Lead went into the Man’s heart, and knocking him off of Daryl. Danny [V.O.] “At this moment, my life changed forever.” The man slams into the wall, as he slides down a trail of blood following him down. Daryl (Impressed) “Oh shit Danny… Go wait in the car I will clean up..” Danny walks out of the Hotel while Daryl gets his knife out and starts cutting the carpet covered in blood. [EXT. Carson Rattler - Night] Dary put the body in the trunk and got into the Rattler that Danny was waiting in. Daryl starts the car and floors it out. [INT. Carson Rattler - Night] Danny (Shocked) “I… I just… k-killed a man.” Daryl (Joking) “Yes you did you cold blooded killer!” Danny “N-n-no, I just… killed a man.” Daryl “Got some Shell Shock there Danny-boy?” Danny “I j-just killed a man.” Daryl (Worried) “Shit… Okay let’s go to a Strip Club, I need to cheer you up.” Daryl stops at a red light. Damon [O.S.] (Angry) “Danny what the fuck?!” Damon jump into the Rattler. Daryl “Hey Damon.” Damon “Where the fuck where you? You left me out here!” Daryl “Hey Damon calm down a little.” Damon “Calm down? Motherfucker I got mugged, and I had to beat the living shit out the mugger to get my money back!” Daryl “And Danny shot a guy, and by the looks of it he’s not dealing with it well.” Damon (Goes from Angry to comfortin) “Oh shit Danny, look it will be alright, I mean chances are he was a loner, no friends, no family, no one will remember him.” Daryl “He was part of the Dixie Mob.” Damon “So yeah like I said no one will remember him.” Daryl (Chuckles) “Yeah true.” [INT. Strip Club - Night] The place was sleazy and dirty. The pink Neon lights the hallway to the Stage, the building had about 20 people in it, not counting staff. Danny, Damon, and Daryl were sitting next to each other. Danny was still in shock. Damon was bored as he does not care for women, and Daryl was Happy as can be. Danny [V.O.] “Now if Daryl fucks up he will do one of three things, he would get you a gun, a car, or take you to the strip club, and since all of the stores close at 8, it’s this.” DJ “Alright Fellas here’s Cherri!” The DJ plays Sticky Sweet by Motley Crue as an Arctic Fox with Pink highlights come out. Daryl (Excited) “Woah baby come here!” (Calm) “This helping Danny?” Danny gave Daryl a blank stare. Daryl “Yeah I need to get her more naked. Thanks for the advice.” Damon (Roll his eyes) “Why couldn’t you leave me in the car?” Daryl “Because this is more fun.” Damon “You know I’m Gay, right Daryl?” Daryl (Put his finger on Damon’s lips) “Shhh. We can have people knowing about that, only god knows if another AID’s panic happens.” A couple of Yuppies come in and Daryl has his eyes on them already. Daryl “Hey you see they fucks over there. Watch this.” Daryl walks over to the yuppies. Damon “Oh shit he’s gonna do a singing rant again.” Daryl (Shouting) “HEY YUPPIES!” (Angry) “You read the Daily Street Journal, sippin’ champagne in your limousine, Well I'll be alright with a cold Shud Light and a hot rod magazine.” Danny and Damon (Try to hide) Daryl (Angry) “You all love your Vitesses that you drive, Well my gas guzzling '81 Pickup suits me fine. So keep in mind you pretty kids that think you're all so cool, Just remember we're the ones that beat the shit out of you in school.” (Grab Danny and Damon) “We're just backwoods boys, making noise in a new age society. And we don't give a shit about the stock market or life of luxury.” Danny and Damon were motorfied as the yuppies just stared at the three. [EXT. Strip Club Parking Lot- Night] The Parking Lot had like 5 cars, the Rattler the boys drove in with, a Blue with a Silver Strip 1984 Carson Rattler, a black and red pinstripe 1983 Krystal Corona, a gray and blue striped 1982 Kuruma K280, and a White and Yellow 1959 Carson Luxomatic. The music stopped as the three were thrown out both verbally and physically. Daryl (Shouting) “Fuck you guys!” The boys got up. Damon and Danny started to walk to the Rattler before Daryl grabbed them by the collar. Daryl (A little boozed up) “Woah woah woah. Where are you two going?” Damon (Deadpan) “Back to the car?” Daryl “And not pick up a new model?” Daryl pulls Danny and Damon to the new Rattler. “So Damon do you magic.” Damon (Sighs) “Daryl, Danny is in Shock, you’re drunk and it’s 11 at night. I think we should worry about getting home first.” Daryl (Open the door to the Rattler) “Hey the door is open!” A gunshot killed the silence and struck Damon’s shoulder. Damon screams in pain. Daryl (Panicked) “Shit, shit, shit Danny you got to drive!” Daryl pulled Damon into the car and Danny hopped into the car. The Keys feel from the Sun Visor on Danny’s lap Danny [V.O.] “I don’t know if it’s pure Fight or Flight but on that night I was in full Flight & Fight.” Danny throws the car into reverse, jumping the curve. The shooter shot the glass to the Kuruma and hopped in it. Daryl “That ain’t no bouncer.” [EXT. Danvis St] The Rattler speeds away while the Kuruma speeds to the Rattler. The Kuruma side slips three parked cars. [INT. Rattler] Daryl “Jesus, that little junkomobile isn’t going to live if he keeps driving like that!” Damon (Shouting) “Can you keep pressure on me!” The White and Yellow 1959 Carson Luxomatic comes like a Bat outta hell and nearly T-Bones the Rattler. The Kuruma T-Bones the Luxomatic, sending the japanese Sports Car into a Gas Station, the Luxomatic burst into flames from the impact, the Kuruma barely missed the pumps and landed into the back off of Pickup. The Rattler made a sharp left turn into Parkview Ave. Daryl “I think they’re gone.” [EXT. Parkview Ave] The Krystal blocks the road. Danny stombs on the brakes, nearly hitting the Krystal. A Racoon in a Denim Cut off Sleeve Jacket got out of the Krystal. Danny got out of the Rattler. Damon (Worried) “Danny the guy probably got a gun!” Danny Right Hooked the Racoon in the face and started going to town on him. Daryl “Yeah kick his ass!” Danny [V.O.] “You know what. There was something about bashing that guy’s skull into that car that changed me, maybe it’s that paired with me shooting that guy earlier, but I changed, for the better and the worse.” Daryl got out of the car and went over to Danny. Danny was just finishing up beating the guy. Daryl “Jesus Calm down there killer, you finally got out of Shock.” Danny Stop beating the guy. “Yeah.” Daryl “Oh sick Vest.” Daryl took the vest off of the body. Danny “Daryl that’s low.” Daryl (Shouting) “It’s a badass vest!” Put the vest on. “Like a glove. Come on, I bet Virginia is worried sick about you.” The boys got into the Rattler and drove away. The Credits Role as Darkest Side of the Night by Metropolis plays. The Camera zooms out of the scene and pans to the Moon.

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