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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 8 months

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DPXDC prompt ~ Honor to Us All ~ Gotham as one true the most haunted city edition

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Instead of a welcoming banner in front of a city was an old column, so familiar to a boy, with a warning inscription:

"To outsiders mad enough to attack Gotham: You will be forced to understand that dead soldiers will also go into battle. And having risen to protect, they will be ready to perish all again, So no one of the living would die near them."

Danny smiled with love. 'I’m home, Mother.' Ghost whispered into the void. And Gotham answered.

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Danny: My Lady, I brought you the crown of Pariah Dark. And The Ring of Rage. They’re gifts to honor the Gotham family. Lady Gotham: The greatest gift and honor is having you on my side, child.

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Danny Fenton was born in Gotham and lived here until his parents decided to move. The city didn’t accept them.

'When I die, I want to be one of the Gotham Knights.' Little Danny with pride and eagerly reported to his parents after visiting the Battle Glory of Gotham Museum on a school trip. This evening, Danny learned that not all his plans should be told to his parents.

Danny know his parents are crazy about ghosts. and that all ghosts are "bad". But obviously, the ghosts they talk about, and his, or rather Gotham's, ghosts are completely different creatures. The spirits of the defenders are those who, even in the darkest of times, make the shadows of the Gotham a protection to the citizens.

But that knowledge is his little secret for now. Because if he starts arguing he’ll be punished and he won’t be able to run off to the roof where he’s arranged to meet Robin. Robin’s cool! He works with one of the 'still-living' knights. And he knows more about the city than anyone. Danny doesn’t want to offend his friend.

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Mr Lancer doesn’t understand why the lecturer about ghosts, Constantine, after seeing Danny, said something about the bloody gothamites and their inability to stay underground. It wasn’t nice at all. Mr Lancer doesn’t blame Mr Fenton for smiling at the man a little aggressive and viciously. Poor boy probably didn’t know how to respond to his behavior. Danny moved to Amity Park a long time ago and did not stand out at all. So what was this man’s problem?

Danny only half dies because Lady Gotham blessed him when he was a child. So when Danny sees snow-white hair and glowing green eyes in the mirror, he is not frightened but surprised that the Lady protected him even though he is not living in Gotham now.

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Danny knows gothamites don’t consider that Gotham is a part of the USA. Even their Metropolis neighbors are just pathetic cowards, unable to withstand the hardships of life. No, really. Why the hell would they be patriots of the country that thinks they’re its dirty secret? This opinion is shared by old ones and children, rich ones and residents of Crime Alley, heroes and villains.

Danny loves Gotham. And he likes local jokes about how if one of their supervillains ever took power enough to threaten the government, he would be obliged to release them from that citizenship. Otherwise, he would be shamed and ridiculed by the inhabitants.

Phantom is not a villain. But for Gotham? For their common purpose? He is ready to pretend to be.

~ A ghost can bring his city ~ Great honor in one way ~

Gothamites remember that the child of mad scientists was the only person Boy Wonder was willing to call a friend. They remember how boys' laughter was heard from rooftops and from alleys on particularly dark nights. And they know whose restless spirit has returned to mourn the death of the second Robin.

The boy’s parents must be fools. Many outsiders are. They call their blessing a curse. People die in Gotham. And not all of them come back. Residents know that these ones are chosen by Lady Gotham herself.

The public enemy of Amity Park number 1? What nonsense. He is not theirs anything! In Gotham they will accept the Phantom as a guard, as a silent shadow, as a villain or a hero. In any kind. Because he belongs here. He should be part of their dance between life and death. He should be amidst dark alleys and acid rains, gliding between fear and laughter in the air.

Even local villains experience strange yearning. Like something’s wrong. Like a piece of a puzzle that’s lost. Therefore, the local abandoned observatory is empty, and none of them is in a hurry to call it their territory. Because it will be in demand, it will be loved and needed. It’s only a matter of time.

Let the spirit of Gotham guide you home, child. Dead gothamite is still gothamite. Which means there will always be a place for you.

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When Danny first enters his favorite cafe in his Phantom form and with a wound on his leg, he doesn’t expect a cleaning lady to yell at him immediately for the blood on the floor. With a mop in his hands and with already bandaged leg, Danny feels as if all his worries had gone. They are not afraid of him. Of course. No one in Gotham would avoid him because of glowing eyes and sharp teeth. And that’s nice.

The waitress throws a tray of food on a table next to him: Welcome dinner for the wandering son of the alley. Red Hood said it's your usual order. He’ll be waiting for you on the gargoyle. You should know which one.

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If parents listened to his childhood stories about good ghosts, they would know that the Phantom is not special. He is not an anomaly of ghost nature and not a mistake. He is one of many who always were and will be defenders of the city. Danny stands in front of the costume that he admired years ago. He's ready to take another shift at work. The remains of his colleagues can rest quietly this night. Lady will wake them only when in dire need.

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help-itrappedmyself · 2 months

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Dead on Main Part 5

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“We have to stop for snacks!”

“We are not stopping for snacks.”

They started this conversation two whole minutes ago.

“We have to stop for snacks! It is a quintessential part of the road trip experience. This is our first road trip. Do you really want to deprive your family of the full experience?”

Apparently, the Waynes have never been on a full road trip, usually flying places instead, so Dick is insisting we make this a whole experience. Danny is willing to bet car games will be played at some point.

“It’s a long drive, we’re not stopping unless necessary.”

Danny wonders how long the discussion can last as it reaches the four minute mark.

“ But-”

Tim taps Dick on the shoulder to shut him up. “I have to go to the bathroom.” He deadpans at Bruce.

Bruce looks at him in the rearview mirror, looks back at the road, looks back at Tim. Bruce sighs.

“Everybody is going to the bathroom. We can get some snacks, and then we are not stopping for at least four hours.”

Dick cheers, and Danny chuckles at Tim’s smirk. They’ve only been on the road for forty-five minutes, by all rights no one should have to go to the bathroom yet, but Danny was enjoying the family banter in the car.

The first forty-two minutes of the drive was mostly just everyone settling in, Dick in the front as navigator, though it didn’t seem like Bruce needed directions. Danny had asked and he’d never been to Illinois before, but they’re probably still in familiar territory, he might need a map later. Danny is in the back seat, sitting behind Bruce, Tim is sitting behind Dick. Dick and Tim both brought backpacks with them for the drive, Tim has at least two tablets in his. Danny knows they put a bunch of stuff in the trunk as well, overnight bags and other assorted items, he thinks he saw a pillow. Danny knows somebody went to pack something for him/Jason when they get there, but doesn’t know who. He doesn’t have any entertainment, because he doesn’t have anything except Jason’s phone on him.

They pull into a gas station, Bruce is determined to get the most out of this stop. Bruce pumps the gas as Danny, Dick, and Tim head inside. They do all go to the bathroom, and Bruce comes in to use the restroom as they raid the snack aisles. Tim has three canned coffees in his hands.

“You know if you drink all of those we’ll have to stop again.” Danny points out. “ Plus it’s late, can you not sleep in cars?”

“Can’t sleep at all usually. We’ll see, but I have some stuff to work on anyway.” Tim points to the drink displays. “Anything you’d like?”

Danny knows that they don’t mind paying for him, at this point it has been debated multiple times, and he knows he won’t make the whole trip without any snacks. He grabs a Monster and a Gatorade for the road. They meet Dick in the chip aisle. It looks like he’s already grabbed one of every candy, and he’s well on the way to one of every chip.

“Hey, what do you like Danny?” Danny stares at all the food precariously balanced in his arms.

“If you’re sharing, I think we’re good.”

Dick and Tim laugh.

“We will be sharing most of this. I got all of our favorites, but everyone has something that they’re not willing to share as well. Why don’t you pick out something that’s just for you.”

Tim has grabbed sour gummy worms and is making his way to the checkout counter where Bruce is waiting with a very resigned look on his face. Danny grabs a bag of beef jerky and walks with Dick to the checkout. The look on Bruce’s face when Dick walks up with his arms full is hilarious and Danny actually snorts at Bruce’s ‘I can’t control these children’ apologetic look he gives the cashier as Dick dumps his haul onto the counter.

They pile back into their seats, the seat between Tim and Danny now stuffed with all the snacks. There is not one empty cup holder left in the car. They spend the next short stretch getting resettled, opening up their first snacks and drinks. Tim Pulls out a tablet, but doesn’t start working on anything, too busy texting someone. Danny considers pulling out his phone, remembers it’s not his, and then decides not to. He wouldn’t know the password anyway, maybe he can ask if his brother’s know what it would be.

They’d just about hit the first hour mark on their 12-hour trip when Dick turns around in his chair to face the backseat. Danny sees him slip his phone away.

“Hey, Danny, why don’t you tell us about yourself?” Tim has put his phone down.

“Well, I’m still in highschool. Should graduate soon, hopefully.” Danny starts tapping his fingers on his thighs. He hopes he can graduate. “You know I have a sister in college. I have another sister, she’s a traveler, she doesn’t do school.”

“Do you like school?” Dick prompts.

“It’s okay.” He shrugs. “I’m not great at it. I like learning, but it’s not a great school and there’s only so much learning you can do from inside a locker.”

“You fit in a locker?” Tim asks.

Danny looks at himself, quickly realizing that they have no idea what he looks like as he sees Jason’s bulky frame. He chuckles, rubbing the back of his head with a hand.

“Ha, yeah. I’m more…. Tim to Damian size? I think I’m around your height.” He said in Tims direction. “Maybe an inch or two shorter, but I have no muscle mass, so It’s a bit of a squeeze but I fit well enough. Never get stuck. Tucker got stuck once.”

Dick frowns. “Do a lot of people end up in lockers at your school?”

“Sure. Me, Tucker, Mikey… Maybe Wes if he ever really pisses someone off. But he’s more likely to annoy me than Dash, and I’m not going to shove him in a locker.”

Tim nods sagely, like he understands high school. Dick is frowning like he doesn’t.

“Dash a sports guy?” Tim asks.

Danny nods. “Football quarterback and basketball.”

“Geek or nerd?”

“Personally, nerd probably.” Danny thinks about it. “But there’s not much opportunity to explore engineering and space in high school, so I’m mostly average. Tucker is a big geek, he’s great with computers. Does most of the coding for my more technological fixes when I’m working on my parent’s stuff.”

“You work with your parents a lot?” Dick’s phone chimes, but he ignores it.

“Not with them so much as on their stuff. They create it, they come up with a lot of cool stuff. I reverse-engineered a lot of it once it’s done.”

“You said a lot of it was weapons?” Tim’s phone dings. “Damian says not to ignore his text.”

“Oh!” Dick grabs for his phone.

“Some. They built other stuff as well, but they specialize in weapons and defenses against ghosts.”

Dick immediately turns back to look at him. “Ghosts?”

Danny could hear the doubt in his voice. He sighs. “Yeah, they’re ecto-biologists. Amity has a big ghost problem, that’s why we live there, they wanted to study them.” Danny has a slight shiver, but suppresses it. “They develop a lot of technology using ectoplasm-” Danny shudders for real this time. His squeezes his eyes closed, feeling a deep roiling in his gut that is vaguely nauseating, and a fire in his brain that is making his blood feel like it's burning. This is strange. His brain goes on overdrive, thinking about his parents, the blob ghosts he has had to free from their basement, the threats they make, them shooting at him. Danny recognises the churning in his body as ectoplasm riling up a core. His core.

But he’s not in his body, he shouldn’t have… Jason has died too. Danny opens his eyes and they’re glowing.

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hypewinter · 4 months

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Bruce sighed. He was in over his head. Wayyyy over his head. Honestly he only had himself to blame. Really what was he thinking? He'd taken in one child and suddenly thought he was an expert in traumatized youths? He'd been overconfident and rash and now Danny was suffering for it and would probably hate him forever now and-

"I can hear you fidgeting through the door!" Came a voice that broke Bruce out of his spiral. There was a shuffle before the heavy wooden door swung open. A boy with floppy black hair and ice blue eyes stared up at him.

"You could've just knocked ya know?" Danny said.

Bruce fidgeted a little more, embarrassed that he'd been caught. "Bu- I thought you were-"

"Still mad at you?" Danny interrupted. "Yeah, I can tell by your face. You didn't even bother to wipe off your eyeshadow."

It was true. Bruce had rushed through patrol and gotten back home as quickly as possible. He'd barely shed his armor as he practically tripped over himself trying to get up to Danny's room. He had come up with and memorized the perfect apology to smooth things over between the two of them and had been dying to get it out before he messed anything else up. But now all the words he'd rehearsed left him.

"Wait. You're not angry?"

Danny leveled him with a blank stare as he leaned on the door frame. "Oh I'm always angry. Just not at you. At least not right now."

Upon seeing Bruce struggle to form words, Danny continued. "You were right," he said. "I shouldn't have beat up Dylan and his little minions. I knew they were intentionally trying to goad me into hitting them and I did it anyway. I-I'm sorry."

For the first time since their conversation began, Danny looked away. His look of mild annoyance was now replaced with one of shame.

"I just- they were making fun of my family. Saying stuff like 'they were small town trash and no one would miss them'. And that comment just set me off." Tears were now springing to Danny's eyes as anger took over his features.

Danny's hands balled into fists as he continued. "I couldn't just let that go. Especially not when they're the ones that are trash. They're so bothered by a 'commoner' wearing the same uniform as them that they feel the need to persistently bully me even when I have nothing to do with them. We don't share any classes, I eat lunch alone, I'm not in any clubs or extracurriculars and if I had a choice I wouldn't even be going to that damn school to begin with!"

Tears were freely streaming down Danny's cheeks as he stopped to catch his breath. His whole body was shuddering with fury. Bruce carefully put a hand on the boy's shoulder, ready to back off if Danny pulled away but he leaned in instead. Given the go ahead, Bruce carefully pulled Danny into a hug, slowly patting his back.

It took a while before either of them spoke. "I know what they said was out of line," Bruce started. "And trust me, they'll definitely receive punishment. But-"

"I know, I know," Danny murmured, turning his face to the side while still clutching onto Bruce's shirt. "Sending 5 boys to the hospital with my training is still bad."

After staying like that for a while, Danny finally looked up at Bruce. "Am I gonna be expelled?" he asked.

Bruce gave a soft smile. "Don't worry. You'll be fine. I promise."

Danny finally pulled away, rubbing at his face with his sleeve and returned Bruce's smile with a toothy one of his own. "You're gonna bribe them or something aren't you? There's gonna be a conveniently placed donation or something. You're just like those rich pricks," he teased.

"Heyyyy! How come Danny gets to cuss?" came a small voice from beyond the shadows of Danny's room. Soon enough, Dick made himself seen, Zitka cradled in his arms as he sleepily stolled forth.

"He's not," Bruce answered quickly. They had just convinced Dick to use more "colorful" insults as opposed to outright cursing and Bruce for one was not willing to face Alfred's wrath if he reverted back. A side glance at Danny told him the exact same thought was running through the boy's mind too. Leave it to Alfred to put the fear of God into two vigilantes who beat up criminals every night.

Dick yawned as he reached out for Bruce. "Then why'd he just say-"

"Don't tell Alfred and you'll have my dessert for a week," Danny interrupted in a panic.

Dick grinned. "Deal," he said as Bruce picked him up. The little boy blinked his eyes a few times before falling back asleep in Bruce's embrace.

Danny halfheartedly glared at the sleeping child. "I swear that kid is gonna grow up to be a politician the way he manipulates like that."

All Bruce could do was sigh. After all Danny was probably onto something. Dick knew very well the influence he had on others and never shied away from using it. It was very likely that he would be holding this particular little incident over their heads for at least the next two weeks.

Bruce looked at Danny, a thought suddenly dawning on him. "Why was Dick sleeping in your room? Did he have a nightmare again?" he asked, shifting the conversation.

Danny shook his head. "Nah. He just insisted that we both make up. He wouldn't leave until I agreed. That kid really doesn't know the meaning of 'no'."

Bruce felt his heart melt as he looked down at the boy in his arms. Why was Dick such a sweet child?

Danny grinned as he started heading downstairs. "Don't get all sappy yet. He was also walking me through his plan of how he got back at Dylan and his gang for my suspension."

The smile dropped from Bruce's face. "Wh... what do you mean revenge? Danny? Danny!?"

I told y'all I'd do it myself if I had to.

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greenglowinspooks · 7 months

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Alrighty fellas time for another one

(DPxDC) Batman Rogues ranked based on how good at parenting Danny (and co.) they would be

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Would probably actually be able to step up and be (relatively) good parents: The Penguin, Mr. Freeze.

They would have EXTREMELY different dynamics with Danny, but I think they could figure it out.

The Penguin would definitely only take in Danny to improve his reputation, and probably so that he could monopolize the use of a new meta’s abilities. (And perhaps to study him)

However, I think that attitude would last for at the absolute most a month, probably closer to two weeks, before he genuinely bonded with him. He’s like the dad who says he doesn’t want a pet, and then in a week they’re inseparable.

He’s not a good person, but I think he could probably end up being an awesome fucking dad. Also, there’s no way in hell anyone would mess with Danny. Not even close. If he found out Danny was getting bullied he’d ruin the bully’s fucking life.

He wouldn’t directly throw hands with a child, sure, but that’s only because it would look bad. He would, however, completely destroy their family’s careers and force them to leave Gotham out of shame.

Mr. Freeze is only a rogue because of his wife. Like, that’s it. He only wants (or wanted, depending on the version) for his wife to be cured and to live happily with her again. All of this is for her, either to help her or to avenge her.

That’s to say that yeah, if Danny managed to weasel his way into his heart, he would have a place with him forever.

He’d probably only interact with him at first because of the ice powers, but if Danny did manage to get closer to him (that’s a pretty big if) I think he’d do fucking anything for him, just like his wife.

He would raze the GiW to the ground for his boy.

They’d do alright probably. Nothing special, but it’d work out ok: Scarecrow, Ivy & Harley, Two-Face, Killer Croc.

Scarecrow is, funnily enough, not that bad. Like, is he genuinely deranged? Yes. Is he murderous and cruel? Yes. Does he have a moral compass that would absolutely support taking care of a child? Yes.

He’s been shown multiple times to genuinely care for people, even if it’s in his own way. Like, yeah, maybe fear-gas-themed murder and torture is a bit far sometimes, but it’s what he knows how to do.

Like, would he know how to take care of a kid? Hell no. But he does have a pretty good list of what not to do, courtesy of his own childhood, so he’d have a pretty alright start.

Ivy and Harley aren’t rated higher because I just don’t think they’d really be responsible enough for a child. I don’t doubt that they’d be able to love Danny, nor that they love each other, but they’re not very stable, and they don’t have a very good grasp on normalcy.

Like, they’d be incredibly cool aunts, or family friends, or something. I just don’t think that they’d do well being the sole guardians of a child or teenager.

I can’t stress this enough, I think they would genuinely love having Danny with all their hearts. I just don’t think that love alone is enough.

Avoiding that genuinely depressing thought, I think Two-Face would similarly be an awesome uncle to have, but wouldn’t do well at the actual “parenting” thing.

Like, he could keep a kid alive no problem, and he’d probably be awesome to have as a legal guardian and stuff, but there’s no way in hell he’d be able to keep Danny in line, for the sole reason of not really seeing a reason to.

However, if he got put in Arkham, he’d 100% not be above guilt-tripping Bruce into taking Danny in, so he does have backup options.

Killer Croc would be an awesome friend to Danny, but that man is in no way capable of being a parent.

He’s got a pretty short temper, and Danny is a little shit. There’d definitely be fighting. A lot of fighting. Croc still gets some points though because he’s a decent guy and I don’t doubt that he’d be willing to get help from the other rogues or even Batman should he need it.

Shouldn’t be trusted to keep a gerbil alive, yet are somehow still better at this than Maddie and Jack: The Riddler, Solomon Grundy

The Riddler is a childish, egotistical asshole with a bit of a god complex and a truckload of emotional baggage.

That being said, he’d still do better than Danny’s actual parents.

Partly because the bar is so low.

Like yeah, there’d be a lot of arguing, but I don’t think that he’d actually ever fight fight with Danny, mostly because he’d feel like he was turning into his father.

For the most part he’d be at the same level as Scarecrow or Killer Croc, I just put him lower because I think he’d forget to feed Danny sometimes. Still not as bad as the food coming alive to attack him though.

Solomon Grundy is pretty similar to Killer Croc in terms of how I think he and Danny would get along, I just think he’d be much worse at getting the things Danny needs to live and be happy.

He’d be cool as a weird uncle, or a friend, but he’d be pretty awful at being an actual parent.

The house is on fire, god is dead: Mad Hatter, Ra’s Al Ghul

Mad Hatter would have UNIMAGINABLE levels of beef with Danny. He would unironically throw hands with a child.

That being said, I think he’d genuinely like Danny.

Wouldn’t make up for anything, but I do think he’d at least not hate him.

Ra’s would be funny as hell no matter what.

He’d ALSO have unimaginable beef with Danny, but for entirely different reasons. He would spend all his time trying to convince Danny to become a member of the LOA and also to turn him fully immortal. Danny would buy him a “world’s okayest dad” mug and “I’m not the dad who stepped up” shirt. They would try to beat each other to death over Damian.

Danny would still probably choose him over Vlad in a heartbeat.

Getting dissected would have unironically been a better option: Joker

Your homework today is to watch Batman Beyond: Return of the Joker.

Because I know you won’t, I’m just gonna tell you that Joker has done some MK Ultra shit to a child before in order to mold it into a mini version of himself, and he’d absolutely do it again.

One of them would absolutely end up dead, and considering their track records, I’m not so sure it would be Joker.

#dcxdp #dc x dp #dp x dc #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #catwoman isn’t on here because she would just give him to bruce immediately #on the bright side if Joker ever obtained another child through dubious means I don’t doubt that Harley and Ivy would beat him to death #honestly out of everyone here I think being adopted by two-face would be the most fun by far #like mr. freeze would be a lot better at being an actual parent but two-face would be fun as hell #also scarecrow would just straight up murder someone for bullying Danny this man is not above killing kids if they’re being dicks #he’s literally done the slasher routine for some girl after she found out her friends all hated her and he’d do it again #the penguin would kill for Danny too I just don’t think he’d kill kids #older teens are up for debate however

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dcxdpdabbles · 3 months

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I recently had a dream that wouldn't leave me alone so I feel the need to share it with someone else.

I can't remember the name of the fic that had been rereading at the moment but it's a crossover DC/DP/MLB. In the fic Danny, Damien and Marinette are called the three headed beast. At the time I was also reading a fic with Captain Marvel and I got it stuck in my head that what if Danny, Marinette and Billy were the three headed beast and Damien was their baby sibling.

Like hear me out they were made by Ra's without even Talia knowing. He wanted to raise his potential heir without even his daughter interfering. When the three are about 7 some magic bs with a Lazarus portal happened resulting in them living in a separate dimension for decades away from Ra's before being de-aged and sent bad under their grandfather's thumb (honestly I don't really remember what happened, my dream confused me). Once back they quickly jump ship and fake their deaths making sure nobody's are left to try and revive.

Roughly 2-3 years later Talia had Damien. I don't remember why but he knew about the triplets and had been on multiple family bonding trips with them without Ra's or Talia knowing so when Tim said Bruce was alive he just said ok, called his older siblings sounding sad and said find him. And then I woke up (and thought about it a lot).

Sorry for the rant this idea just wouldn't leave me alone.

I can just imagine Phantom and Marvel being entirely different people. Like Captain Marvel doesn't happen until after leaving the league neither does the portal incident so both Phantom and Marvel are completely different heros. The three went their separate ways once out of the league, yes they love each other (and the baby sibling they occasionally pop in on and kidnap for a few weeks to month to for adventures in dimensions that have different time flows) but they are grown adults they have their own lives they want to lead and they definitely haven't needed a parent in decades.

Anyways I'll stop now I just need to share this.

That's honestly such a cool dream. I don't read a lot of Miraculous Ladybug crossovers with DC but I do know the show.

It's interesting how all of them would be extremely powerful for their respective hero personas, but no one would link them as the Three Head Beast.

Also since Danny and Billy would be different heroes, I like to think that maybe Danny would have become more like a meta-human instead of a halfa. Maybe it was due to all his dimension-hopping as I can see him being the triplet that would enjoy exploring the Infinite Realms.

Danny has wanders lust- he hates lingering in one place too long so he is always on the move, always wanting to see new worlds and new timelines.

Maybe he would become Clockwork's human lesion as he can't be King. He happily goes to the living realms of the timelines Clockwork needs him to observe for the stars.

Danny believes the stars are a reminder of his freedom because it's one of the first things he saw the day they faked their deaths. He loves seeing new constellations and can't wait to jump lines again to discover new ones.

Billy meanwhile would fall into Magic again but this time it would be his own magic. He has the highest potential in magic to make him a candidate for the Wizard, but his past of being in Ra's thumb mucked up his purity soul bit.

Still, he finds out that "You're a Wizard, Billy" while traveling dimensions and unlike Danny chooses to stay in a lot of them for long periods just learning all he can of magic.

Marinette, unlike her brothers, is much more willing to stay in one place. Yes, she'll sometimes join them on trips or go looking for an adventure but she wanted to build a home. Danny and Billy see it as a cage, far too used to Ra's locking them up to not get itchy to move about, but she saw it as having control.

She picks her house. She picks the dimensions. Marinette is the one that decides when and where she wants to go. Nothing is bigger "I made it out. I survived you" then staying in their native dimension with Ra's on the other side of the world. If he finds her and tries to bring her back, welp she escaped before she can do it again.

But she didn't want big adventures or conflicts with Ra's, she was comforted. So Marinette opens a bakery in France, living as mundanely as possible but with years of deadly training under her skin and a strong link to Spirits.

Marinette didn't get her Kawami when the Guardian needed to pass them on, because she wasn't there, but years of Lazarus Water, Ectoplasim of the Infinite Realms, and just her aura she can see them.

Alongside thousands and thousands of Spirits that are everywhere. Some get attacked by her and her little bakery. Marinette allows them to live with her and respects them and their domain, so it's not really a surprise when they start bestowing small Blessings on her. She may not possess a miraculous that powers her up but she has a bag of tricks that are close and her own training that practically makes her a miraculous holder anyway.

And that's them the three heads of the Ra's Three-Headed Beasts- monsters, killers, weapons from birth- who lived on as what they wanted.

An explorer with a love of stars.

A mage with a love of study.

A Baker with a love of everyday life.

One day, when a little ninja wanders into Marinette's bakery on a break from his first real mission, the three gain a new love for their little brother.

Damian may not understand his older siblings desire to not be a cape but he respects them all the same. He still trains every day in the hopes of one day besting them but not to prove his worth.

Only to make Danny, Marinette, and Billy proud.

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era-the-witchy-birdkid · 1 year

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DP X DC Prompt/Idea

Long time writer for the DC fandom (mostly Batman specifically Tim Drake joins the batfam early AUs and Titans Tower AU) on Archive, Danny Fenton also known as Astroboy2025, decides three days after his ‘Accident’ to create a Jason wakes up a Halfa in his coffin fic. He only does this to help himself process his emotions after well lets be honest his death and revival. And later once the ghost attacks pick up and he picks up the mantle of a hero as a way to covertly get advice/figure out on how to fight ghosts better by transplanting all his ghosts into Gotham for Fic!Jason to fight.

Danny wasn’t expecting much to come from this, he wasn’t expecting the fic to blow up in popularity for ‘creative storylines’ and ‘unique original villains with a ghostly flare to go against the ghostly Robin now named Phantom’ it was just a vent fic with a bit of wishful thinking on his part with Ghost!Jason and Bruce's relationship being so close (He ends up writing Jason getting hugs and affirmations that Bruce still loves despite all the ghost stuff that happening now whenever his Parents go on a tirade about how all ghosts are evil and need to be ripped apart molecule by molecule)

He definitely wasn't expecting his fans to find out about the real Phantom and figure out his identity from there. (Blame Penelope Spectra she had a history unlike the others in his rogues gallery with a bloody trail across America of sharply increase Suicide rates in more isolated smaller cites/large towns that was being tracked by Redditers that had hard stopped in Amity park just a few days before he dropped the chapter of Jason facing her himself)

While the Amity Park tourism to see a IRL Hero in action, and the Anti-Ecto acts Riots, as they would later be called, made by DC fans throwing a fit about the threat to the world’s first superhero were the lesser consequence in the grand scheme of things. Finding his fan Discord was a trip and a half especially since Tucker had to hack into it into the first place because his fans we're extremely protective of his secret ID and reinforced the server a crapton to be stronger then most banks.

While Sam was insisting on this being a horrible Idea and he should try to dissuade his thousands of fans from the truth of his Identy. Danny was just chill with it after the brief panic. And the Fan Discord was super helpful for getting Advce with! while the jokes that he was Batman Adoption bait was annoying the group was amazing for ideas on how to train his powers and advice on how to better fight ghosts. the Discord even make a Power list for him so he wouldn’t forget a power because he wasn’t training it. plus the comfort they gave after Circus Gothica was A+ even with the jokes about how the Batfam curse of clown trauma, despite matching the look as a human batman isn’t real so as much as his fans joke about him being the prefect Bat bait that will not happen.

To bad after a particularly nasty ghost hate rant in front of him in ghost form while being shot at by his parents that before the server would spawn 3 chapters of Family fluff in his fic, was whatched angrily by a fan who in a fit of annoyed rage said these words. “I really wish batman WAS real, then maybe you could be safe in your home for once”

unfortunately Desiree was out and about and heard the wish granted she had no idea who Batman was so went to read the DC comics after that. Good news the DC universe is so messed up as is that Desiree decided no twisting was necessary she’d just to bring everything to life. Bad news all the supervillains now exist along side the now existing superheros and Desiree is now Kaiju sized and now way to powerful for Danny to deal with alone...

At least the now real Batfam are taking their sudden existence well? and are willing to help Danny stop the Mad Genie dispite the risk that they would pop into nonexistence (with the entire city of Gotham and the other cities, villains, and heroes made real by Desiree’s power) if she’s stopped

#dp x dc #dc x dp

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landinrris · 3 months

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I’m still trying to wrap my head around the fact that this winter break happened the way it did.

Like when it started I thought we might get one, maybe two Norrix trips, I thought perhaps Finland and maybe New Year. Some like fun vacation stuff here & there for us to enjoy when they posted about it, but just like a couple of things. And then the skiing in France happened and it was like huh, didn’t see that coming, Martin hanging with Lando’s crew, but that’s cool. Then Bali happened. Then Perth with Danny. Then Finland. Then Vietnam.

And suddenly bang they’ve spent like 80-90% of winter break together. We get more evidence of how much Martin’s crew really love Lando, we see how Lando’s crew are all becoming friends with Martin & some of his crew and how their groups are really starting to merge and at the centre of it all these two kooky oddballs who have somehow found each other and becoming the very best of friends with their daft poses and matching clothes and wanting to embrace life and their apparent inability to be apart for any longer than strictly necessary!

I’ve always had a soft spot for Martin since he and Danny became friends and I love how close he and Lando have become, and now to see Lando looking so damn happy and smiley and like you say safe and comfortable around all these people who he clearly loves, both old and new found family. and just ugh, it’s so cool to see him that way. I think you and that other anon being in your feels about Lando have set me off also because I keep looking at everything from this winter and like that timeline thing of their friendship someone posted and it’s making me so happy for him in a parasocial way!

Oof yeah, that's the sentiment alright. I figured we'd get Finland again. And then with Vietnam, Phebes, Ri, and I had hoped he'd be going with Martin since they were both "off" until the end of February and Lando spent half of summer break with Martin and co. Little did we know that nearly everything in between would also be spent together and drive us to the point of insanity. Sometimes, I remember the December Ski trip and how wild it was-- how it caught everyone on both sides off guard and made us collectively go 👀

God willing, here's to another insane year for the two of them that will have us all collectively lose our minds several times over.

#the level of ride or die...incredible #ask #lando #martin #norrix

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sammysvanfeet · 2 years

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Boston Calling || Chapter 16 || The Finale

Jake x Reader - Enemies to Lovers

Word count: almost 5k

*WARNINGS*: smut, oral sex (f receiving), semi public sex, unprotected sex, slight degradation

A/N - Well that's it, you guys. It's officially over. The first fic, yet alone series, that A and I ever wrote. It feels like the end of an era. Thank you for your patience and love <3 and thank you to @shutupdevvie and @kdarling1 for proofreading!

After our whirlwind Spring Break trip, the drive back to Boston was a comfortable one; I rode with Danny again as the Kiszka boys had only taken Josh’s Jeep and between Sam’s copious amounts of luggage, there wasn’t much room for one more in their vehicle. I argued that I couldn’t leave Danny all by his lonesome, and frankly I think I might have gone insane if I had to sit in a car full of Kiszka’s for the long journey home.

“So I’m assuming all is well with you and Jake now, huh?” Danny questioned, glancing briefly away from the road to look at me.

“Yeah,” I giggled, before sighing wistfully, “I told him I loved him back.” I smiled, a blush creeping up on the apples of my cheeks.

“Not to brag, but I kind of predicted all along how this would turn out.” He exclaimed, faux arrogance laced in his voice. Making a show of dusting his shoulders off, a cocky look on his face.

I simply giggled in response to his teasing, “How’d you know how things would turn out, huh? What are you, psychic?” I asked, teasing him back.

“Of course I am.” He muttered, rolling his eyes in fake sarcasm before joining me in my fit of giggles.

The moment was sweet, platonic; a friendship I hadn’t had in ages, if ever. It was not lost on me that I was almost willing to give this up, and more, all because I wasn’t brave enough to stay for something I truly wanted. I laid my head back on the seatrest, turning to the side to look at Danny fondly.

“Thank you Danny, really, what you did for me was very thoughtful.”

“All in the name of love.” He said in response.

The rest of my time spent in Michigan was lovely, I had never visited the picturesque state before, but everyone ensured that I would have a lovely time… and they were right. Unfortunately the warm weather only lasted for a very brief period of time before the cold continued to drag along and there we were, back again, bundled in cardigans and sweaters in accordance to the mercurial beginning season of Spring.

The cool breeze swept through the half open car windows, my hair safely contained within Jake’s scarf. Before I had embarked on the road trip back to Boston with Danny, Jake showed up at the Wagner family home in search of me. He gave me a sweet peck on the lips, respectful due to prying eyes, and told me he would see me soon before he wished us safe travels. He didn’t leave before handing me his scarf and winked while saying “for the road” with a cheeky grin plastered on his face.

By the time we had returned to Boston and reached my apartment, it was way past dark. I was exhausted but so unbelievably content. Danny walked me all the way to my door and made sure I was situated before leaving back to his shared place with Sam. As I entered my home, it struck me that the walls were bare, everything that I had so meticulously and thoughtfully placed throughout my home was gone; packed away in boxes due to the result of my reckless, self sabotaging decision. The boxes of my most treasured belongings must have reached Nashville by now, the only remaining pieces of furniture were my beloved couch and my bed stripped away of everything, including the sheets. Having to wrangle with my mother to send them back to my apartment was undoubtedly going to prove to be a challenge… for all I know she may have thrown my things out entirely.

I sighed, laying on the threadbare bed without even a pillow to rest my head upon. It was apparent that the embarrassment and hurt of what I had done to Jake had not completely left and my ghost of an apartment was only igniting the barely there, lingering guilt I still felt in my bones. Without giving it much thought I picked my phone up and immediately dialed Jake’s number. He picked up on the first ring, sounding out of breath, as if he had rushed to answer my call.

“Hey, baby! Did you get home alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, I did. Danny just dropped me off, thank you for checking in. What about you guys, everything good?” I responded, not quite ready to admit how alone and vulnerable I was feeling.

“Yep, Sammy just left to his apartment down the hall and Josh is fast asleep passed out on the couch.” He chuckled at his twin’s expense.

“Hey, umm… Jakey? Do you think you could perhaps come pick me up? If you’re not too busy unpacking or doing something important, I mean.” I asked meekly, my voice breaking slightly.

“Yes, sweetheart! Of course. Is everything okay? Did something happen?” He responded, a hint of concern painting his voice.

“I’m really lonely, that's all,” I whimpered, tears threatening to spill from the corners of my eyes, “I came home to an empty apartment, I went to lay down but I don’t even have my bedsheets, or a pillow to rest my head on. Everything has already been sent down to Nashville and I’m honestly not even sure of the whereabouts of my belongings anymore.” I finished, my voice wavering with emotion.

“Oh shit, baby.” He said, the slightest hint of pity traveling through the phone. “Don’t cry, I’ll be down to get you in a few minutes. Pack some things so you can stay over, and tomorrow I’ll help you resituate your apartment, okay?”

“Thank you so much, Jake. You have no idea how much that would mean to me.” I reply earnestly.

True to his word, not even fifteen minutes later, there he was by the sidewalk of my apartment building, the top of his convertible on given the chill the Boston air had taken this week. Donning a pair of reading glasses, he greets me as I step into the car.

“You wear glasses?” I exclaimed in awe.

“Yeah, I do.” He responded, chuckling at my enthusiasm over his new accessory.

“Since when?” I questioned, reaching over to trace the side frames of the glasses.

“I got the prescription a few weeks ago, and I normally wear contacts, but recently I’ve been wearing the glasses just because they don’t cause as much irritation, you know?” He explains, putting the car into drive and pulling into traffic.

“They look so good.” I complimented, my voice husky and my gaze never leaving his shiny eyes.

He giggled adorably and blushed at my sentiment.

“I don’t know, I kinda think it makes me look all awkward and nerdy.” He said, sounding insecure.

“Well for the record, I think you look super sexy and smart and sophisticated.” I complimented.

He simply proceeded to smirk and shake his head in response. He reached over with his free hand and took one of mine in his, connecting them and resting them gently on the center console. I absolutely swooned at the action, feeling so incredibly lucky to have reached this point after an admittedly rocky start to our relationship. A quiet but comfortable atmosphere enveloped us as he drove through the streets of Boston, navigating us expertly to his apartment.

We entered his home quietly, all whispers and tip toes as we snuck past a slumbering Josh in the living room, bee lining for Jake’s bedroom. Once his door had softly closed, he pounced on me, hands knotting themself in my previously perfectly styled hair, but I didn’t mind. Jake could ruin me and I’d say “thank you”. His deft fingers began working their way down my silk blouse, undoing the buttons expertly, before sliding the fabric off of my shoulders until I stood before him in just a black lace bra and a pair of tailored jeans… my best version of casual.

“You are perfection, baby.” He whispered before placing open mouthed kisses on my shoulder, traveling to the junction of my neck.

“Jake.” I panted as he sucked particularly hard, earning a small whimper to escape my lips.

“You sound so sweet for me.” He complimented, still working my neck.

“Mmm…” I tried my hardest to suppress the moans that threatened to spill over.

“Let me hear them, Y/N.” He instructed.

“But what about Josh?” I questioned, still vaguely aware of his sleeping presence in the small apartment.

“Don’t want my twin brother to hear how good I make you feel?” He teased. “He can sleep through anything, and if he happens to wake up and have a problem with you screaming my name, then he can fuck off down to Sam’s place.”

Jake’s hands gripped my hips, walking me backwards until my knees hit the back of the bed. He lay me down gently, before making quick work of removing my shoes and denim pants. Once he had peeled the fabric off of my legs, he placed soft kisses over the expanse of my thighs, showing them an equal amount of attention. I bucked my hips impatiently, earning a smug laugh from him. He hovered his perfect face over my clothed core, leaning in incredibly slow before taking my lace thong in between his teeth, beginning to pull them away from me. His lust blown pupils held my gaze as he used his mouth to peel away the flimsy layer of fabric. The sight was deliciously sinful, I was sure that my arousal was making a mess of the sheets beneath me. Jake took my panties from his mouth, bringing them to his nose and inhaling.

“Smell so fucking sweet. Need to taste that pretty pussy.”

I squirmed in place once, watching as he threw the underwear haphazardly into the corner of the room. Once he focused back on me, he practically dove into my legs. He pulled me closer to the edge of the bed and placed my thighs over each shoulder before licking a languid stripe from my core to my clit. I squealed at the sudden contact.

“You like that, Princess?” He smirked.

“Fuck yes, Jakey. Please keep going.” I begged, one hand finding purchase in his beautiful chestnut hair.

He bought a finger up to toy with the wetness surrounding my entrance, before plunging the digit inside as his tongue painted intricate patterns upon my throbbing clit. I mewled in response, tugging at his roots and beginning to grind down on his face. My head was thrown back as I lost myself in the feeling. I was vaguely aware of the presence of a second finger inside me, fucking into me and curling just right.

“Right there, baby. Just like that.” I moaned out, no longer concerned that Josh may hear.

Jake removed his expert mouth from me, just long enough for him to utter, “I want to hear you scream my name when you cum all over my face.”

“Fuck!” I yelled, beginning to grind down faster and harder, chasing that beautiful release.

His fingers strummed against the spongy tissue inside of me, his mouth began to suck upon my clit and before I knew it, I was crashing headfirst into my orgasm, cumming all over his beautiful face like he’d begged me to with a scream of “Jake, Jake, Jake”.

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ONE YEAR LATER

It was Spring once again, four seasons had come and gone and now Jake and I were nearing our first anniversary together. We had spent the rest of the previous year navigating our internship and mutual classes as an official couple. Despite our relationship status, our competitive nature never faltered, we both pushed each other to be better people. My mother had struggled to accept the fact that I had decided to stay in Boston; to stay with Jake. She never returned the belongings that I had shipped to Nashville, but I didn’t find I had a need for them anymore, Jake and I moved in together and I started rebuilding my life one thrifted item at a time. My baby blue scarf was now replaced by Jake’s silk one. My sister’s pink slip dress replaced by thrifted sundresses. Jake, Josh, Sam and Danny were my family now, and I was finally living a life that was truly mine. Josh still lived with us and as much as I thought I’d hate the idea, it was kind of fun having my best friend and my boyfriend around so much. However, it did make it more difficult for Jake and I to have some ‘alone time’, after one particularly loud night last year, Josh had practically begged us to be more considerate roommates.

This semester had already proved to be a lot more difficult than the last. Most nights Jake and I found ourselves in the library, cramming until ungodly hours. It was a Tuesday night, and once again we were sat at our usual table, studying for an upcoming Music Theory exam. I was exhausted and as close as Jake and I were in proximity, I still found myself missing his touch. Between school and work, we hadn’t spent a lot of time together intimately lately. I was all sorts of frustrated and the words I was currently trying to memorize all seemed to mesh together. I was finding myself rereading the same paragraphs over and it was giving me a slight headache. Although the test was still days away, the preparation was extremely demanding, and I was feeling the effects of hours worth of studying and a severe lack of physical touch.

Pausing my right hand that was occupied with the task of writing notes I set the pencil down gently, my eyes feeling hazy from the countless pages of reading. My hand felt cramped from the copious amounts of notes I had been writing. I extended my fingers in and out and I winced in pain. The tendons in my hands were aching and burning. Jake, ever the observant, who had been sitting across from me brought his head up from the paragraph he was immersed in, giving me a concerned look, his eyebrows furrowing just a tad.

“What’s wrong, baby?” He asked, delicately.

I shook my right hand a little, a frustrated expression clearly evident on my face, “Just a little headache. But my hand hurts so bad.” I whined.

Jake gave me an empathetic pout, as if he felt sorry for my state. He used his index finger to push his glasses further up the bridge of his nose before extending both hands towards my right.

“Give me your hand, sweetheart.” He requested, and without hesitation I reached towards his outstretched palms. The second they made contact with mine, he immediately began rubbing up and down my aching hand with his fingers, gently massaging the flesh.

I recognized them as the massages he would perform on himself from all the intense and grueling guitar playing. The feeling had melted me completely. I sighed, tilting my head back a little and letting my arm go limp in his touch. The massage was much needed and it was proving to be incredibly effective. He continued his ministrations, easing his thumbs and index fingers back and forth in a firm pattern.

“Do you happen to have any lotion or something?” He questioned. “It will be much easier, it won’t feel like I’m pulling at your skin so tight.”

The massage so far had been nothing short of pleasurable, however, it was just like Jake to find any possible way to go above and beyond and make me feel even better. He looked up at me when I hadn’t answered, my gaze fixed on his.

“Uhh, I think there’s a little tube of it in my backpack.” I responded.

He gently let go of my hand so I could retrieve the item. I bent down to where my backpack was resting against the wooden chair, unzipped the front compartment and pulled out the little aluminum tube of floral scented hand cream. From my peripheral I could see Jake yet again pushing his glasses up his nose, scrunching it a tad, placing the specks on his face just right. His gaze was set on the lotion as I passed it to him, he twisted it to the front, reading the title. He smiled sweetly before pulling his stare up to look at me.

“Cherry blossoms, huh?” He teased, reiterating the name written on the hand cream. “That’s cute.”

I couldn’t help but blush in response to his statement, a besotted smile plastered on my face. Everything he said and did had me swooning constantly, even an entire year later. Jake was everything I wanted and more, and moments like these had me feeling like a giddy little school girl… completely and utterly infatuated. I could only hope that this feeling lasted forever.

I extended my hand once again towards him, silently asking for him to continue. He picked my hand up in his, his gaze still fixated on me and placed a loving kiss on the back of my hand. I felt my heart soar. He began uncapping the lotion, squeezing a dime size drop on his fingers before rubbing the solution together, warming it in his hands. Before he set out to continue massaging me, he once again, pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, but this time with the back of his knuckle. Jake was always embarrassed of his glasses, he felt insecure about them and was convinced they made him look too nerdy, or that they would demean his rockstar aesthetic. Deep down I knew he was a little academia romantic. Due to his dislike for his glasses, he would wear contacts most of the time. However, on long nights like this, he would don the frames I came to admire so much.

I continue to tell him how pretty they make him look, and that he shouldn’t be so insecure of them, but he would brush off each remark of mine with the same witty little comeback, ‘Reading glasses aren’t very rock and roll, Y/N” he’d say in his faux British accent, a teasing smile on his face. But through the surface level joke I could tell that he really wasn’t comfortable wearing them too often and he didn’t think he looked good in them, and no matter how much I disagreed with that statement it wasn’t my place to force him into anything he wasn’t comfortable doing. If he didn’t want to wear his glasses, it wouldn’t have been right of me to coerce him into doing so.

But still, that didn’t mean I couldn’t continue to compliment him.

“You look so sweet in your glasses.” I sighed dreamily, my chin resting on the heel of my left hand.

He didn’t acknowledge my statement, but I could tell he had heard me by the way an instant blush fanned the apples of his cheeks, a deep crimson over his golden skin, the faintest smile painting his pretty lips. I couldn’t stop myself from reaching the hand supporting my chin to gently trace the top of his glasses and down the side of his face. His blush still prominent, I booped his nose lightly, teasingly. He shook his head a little at my sudden movement, shaking my finger away from his nose.

“Oh, hush you.” He chided in faux sternness.

I giggled at his expression, drinking in his features. He continued the massage for a few more minutes, his stare concentrated on my hand, only taking a glance up at me a few times and sporting a sweet, shy smile. I, on the other hand, couldn't stop looking at him. More specifically, his beautiful brown eyes behind those pristine glasses, it’s almost as if they magnified those doey irises.

“All done!” He exclaimed, patting the back of my hand before letting go completely. “Feel any better, baby?”

“Much better.” I smiled. “Thank you so much Jakey, you’re so kind to me.”

“No problem sweetheart, it’s the least I could do.” He replied, a genuine smile on his lips.

Jake proceeded to pick his book back up and unfurled the dog ear in the page he was on. I watched him for a few moments, and before he turned to the next page, he, once again, pushed his glasses up his nose. I don’t know what it was about that small act that was invoking the most inexplicable feeling within me. Was it the fact that his movements were so subtle? Was it the glasses? Was it my insatiable desire for him? Was it all of the above?

Whatever the reason it was, it had me rising from my seat and rounding the edge of the table to come stand beside him. He could feel my presence and see me from his peripheral and turned his head to look up at me from his chair questionably. Without saying anything I pushed his chair back a tad, causing the legs to squeal as they moved across the hardwood floor. I glanced around to make sure the noise hadn’t disturbed anyone, but the library had mostly cleared out due to the late hour. I lifted the book from his hands and set it on the table, not bothering to mark the page he was on. Formalities such as that were the last thing on my mind at the moment. In one swift movement, I had swung my leg over his lap, effectively straddling him on this measly little wooden chair, a look of surprise on his face. Brushing my hands through his hair I locked eyes with him.

“You really do look so precious in those glasses.” I repeated my sentiment from earlier, punctuating it with a kiss to the tip of his nose and then proceeding it with another kiss between his eyebrows.

He looked up at me with a besotted grin plastered on his face and I could feel his smile when I placed a gentle kiss on his lips. Pulling away I tilted my head, taking in his features once again. I could look at him for hours and never get bored, he was so beautiful and I was completely enamored… obsessed, if you will. Without thinking I cupped his face in earnest and pushed his lips towards mine once again, this time with much more fervor and urgency. I had to taste him, I just had to.

The way his glasses nudged against my face in the middle of our kiss made me swoon. I could hear a small moan escape through his mouth and I responded by catching it with my tongue, muffling the delicious sounds he was making. I didn’t want to wait much longer, torturing myself by prolonging the beautiful experience that was fucking Jake.

I slid my hand down his chest, rib cage, and torso, resting on his abdomen. Teasing my fingers underneath his shirt I mimicked the massage motions he was performing on my hands not too long ago on the soft skin of his lower stomach; an action that earned yet another soft moan from the man beneath me.

“Lemme make you feel good baby.” I pleaded, begging him to let me take him like I so desperately wanted to.

“In the library, baby?” He questioned in concern.

“Why not? We’re in a corner, and who’s gonna walk into this section of the library at this time of night, Jakey?” I reasoned. “It wouldn’t be the first time we have done something like this in public.”

I recalled the time he’d made me cum on his fingers in last year’s Sound Engineering class. Oh, how things had changed between us since then. At least this time we were surrounded by bookshelves and unless someone rounded a particular corner, they wouldn’t be able to see us. The past year of our relationship had emboldened me… in my opinion, this was an opportunity in the making.

He seemed to consider my words, before his expression darkened before me, “There’s my dirty little slut.”

“Mmmm, she’s not been around for a little while.” I teased, twirling a lock of his hair between my fingers.

“I’m sorry, baby. I know I haven’t been able to give you as much of my time lately.” His expression looked genuinely pained.

“Shhh, none of that.” I placed my finger over his still moving lips. “Less talking, more fucking.”

He arched an eyebrow before responding, “That, I can do.”

Then his lips were on mine once again, moving in tandem and savoring the taste and touch from each other. His hands gripped my ass, pulling me down against his growing erection. I gasped at the contact, which allowed him to slip his tongue into my mouth, dancing with my own. I ran my hands through his silken hair, before resting them on his shoulders, allowing me to rise off of his lap briefly in an effort to allow him to free his strained cock from his slacks.

He made quick work of unzipping his pants, shuffling them just enough so that his shaft was exposed. I was glad I had chosen today to wear a skirt, I simply pulled my underwear to the side to give him access. He gripped himself in his right hand, teasing my dripping folds with the soft, weeping head. I quietly moaned in contentment, but as he inserted himself and bottomed out, the controlled noise turned into something more primal.

He clasped a hand over my mouth, before he smacked my ass the other, “You’re gonna have to be quiet for me, can you be a good girl and do that?”

I nodded my head, starting to drool now against his fingers. He kept his hand against my lips and tapped my thigh, encouraging me to move.

“Ride me, baby.” He instructed, eyes shifting around briefly, reaffirming that we were still alone.

I began to circle my hips, slowly at first while I adjusted to the position. My thighs ached from straddling him but it was a pain I welcomed, something I haven’t felt enough of lately. I gyrated and ground myself down upon him, before switching to a bouncing motion, sliding his cock out of me as if it were the last chance I would ever have to sit upon it. His eyes screwed shut when I squeezed around him, a quiet curse falling from his lips. He licked his thumb and brought it down between us, beginning to stimulate my clit. Both of our gazes fixated on the way our bodies were joined, watching as he slipped in and out, my slick pooling out of me.

“Feels so good, Jakey.” I tried to speak through his hands, but it came out muffled.

He must have understood what I was saying, he sped up the motion of his thumb and began to buck into me, helping me fuck myself on him. The sensation was overwhelming, and given that I was very overdue for an orgasm, this one came hitting me out of nowhere. Jake helped me ride out the remnants of my pleasure, moving my hips for me with one hand now pressed on the flat of my lower back. Once the fluttering of my walls had subsided, he removed his hand from my mouth, reminding me to be quiet. His hands moved to grip my hips, before he slammed into me once, twice and then… he came inside of me with the sexiest grunt I could have ever imagined.

“Fuck.” I whispered.

“We just did.” He joked, helping me climb off of his lap on unstead legs.

“Jake? Y/N? Are you guys still here?” A familiar voice called from behind the bookcase.

A mop of curls popped out from behind the shelves, preceding the interrupting voice. His eyes widened as he witnessed me cleaning up cum with a wad of napkins that I had shoved in my backpack from the coffee shop. Jake tucked his softened cock into his pants, clearing his throat nervously. He offered Josh a sheepish smile.

“You guys are like fucking animals.” Josh remarked, incredulously. “In the library, really?”

“Well to be fair, we haven’t had much of an opportunity to…” I began, before being cut off by Jake.

“It’s not the weirdest place we have ever messed around.” He confessed.

Josh plugged his ears childishly, “I don’t want to hear anymore. I was just wondering if you guys wanted to grab a bite to eat with Sam, Danny and I?”

“That sounds great actually.” I began to clear my textbooks up, alongside Jake.

We exited the library, Josh ahead of us as Jake and I walked hand in hand. In this moment I felt so fulfilled. I had everything that I never knew I wanted. Despite the fact that things were still strained with my mother, I hoped in time she would come to understand why I made the choices I did. I loved my school, I loved my friends, I even loved my minimum wage job at the coffee shop. But, most of all, I loved Jake. I loved the way he made me feel and the life I was living since meeting him. I had it all and I couldn’t wait to see where life took us next. Boston really was my calling.

Fin.

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one-thousand-and-one-fandoms · 1 year

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I Want To Go Home, A Danny Phantom Fanfiction

(If anyone knows how to make a cut using the app, I'll appreciate it. Sorry for the length if you don't want to read it.)

Danny walked into the portal, not expecting much. Then he tripped and was zapped by enough elecritcal current to shut down power in the entire block. It felt like burning, but his muscles locked and spasmed and he couldn't scream, until he felt nothing at all and the world turned green.

When he came to, if it could be called that, he came face to face with a corpse sporting an impressive Lichteberg figure spreading through the left hand and all the way to its chest. When Danny realized it was his corpse, he tried to scream, but he had no voice. He had no body. He (was he even a he, still?) floated over the scene like a cloud and could only feel horror, despair and sorrow.

"Danny?" Sam called from outside the portal and Danny had the urge to hide, or hide his body, just... do something, but as he was, he could only watch as Sam took a tentative step inside, saw his corpse, paused for a second and then let out a bloodcurling scream. The following moments were confusing, to say the least.

Tucker ran in, saw Danny's corpse, and ran up the stair screaming bloody murder for Jazz or Danny's parents. Jazz came in first and Danny thought she was going to faint when she realized what she was looking at. Then his mom and dad rushed in, and Danny never forget the cry that left his mother's lips at the sight of him. His dad attempted CPR and Danny got his hopes up thinking it may be successful.

Someone called an ambulance, which arrived just as dad, and therefore Danny, began to despair. The paramedics tried. Danny saw how hard they tried. Saw and heard them break his ribs doing their own CPR, shock his body with a defibrilator, pump oxygen through one of those pumps, before they called it and the coroner.

At some point someone took Sam and Tucker home, and then someone came to take Danny's body to the morgue. Jazz and his parents followed them out, and Danny was left alone.

He tried to follow them, but remained in place. He tried to call out, make some noise, but everything remained silent. He wanted cry but couldn't produce tears. He let the sorrow and despair engulf and wrap around him. He wanted to live. He wanted to stay.

His shawl of emotions coalesced into a green, concentrated ball of ectoplasm and whisked him away to a place that was entirely green. He stayed in the green place for an unknown amount of time, stewing in his grief and the unfairness of it all. He missed his family and wanted to see them. He wanted his mom's hugs and his father's hair ruffles. He even wanted Jazz's psychobabble. He wanted to see Sam and Tucker and see how they were holding up.

Gradually, he began to feel his awareness expand and enlongate and form a shape. First it turned into a leg all the way down until it formed a foot. Then the process repeated until its pair was done. Then it expanded upwards and took the shape of an abdomen and a torso, shoulders that enlongated into arms, a neck and, finally, a head.

Danny willed himself to move and slowly brought up his shaky new arms to touch his head and was surprised to find something that felt like hair, but differently. His hands moved down his face until they found his eyes. He opened them. Everything was still green around him, that hadn't changed, but now he could see.

He was standing on a lonely rock floating in an empty expanse of green nothing. He looked at his hands and they were glowing. They were white, but on his forehead turned black. He realized it was like his hazmat suit, but in reverse. He looked down but didn't see his feet anymore. Instead, he had a whispy tail.

Instead of feeling relieved, his sorrow and despair increased. He was dead, and he had turned into a ghost. Was this the afterlife? Was he going to spend the rest of eternity alone in a floating rock in a green void? How was this fair?

At least he now knew his parents were right. Ghosts did exist. Could he somehow get back to them? He wanted to see them one more time, even if they scorned him. He wanted his parents.

He began to move away from his rock. Maybe flying or maybe floating, Danny moved through the empty green abyss looking for a way out. He found it some time later in a swirling green vortex that was seemingly in the middle of nowhere. He took the risk and went through, for what was the worst that could happen? He was already dead.

He reappered in Amity Park Park, in a spot he'd seen before but hadn't been to for years. It seemed to be the middle of day, but it was empty. He moved towards his house. The windows were dark and the door closed but he had no difficulty walking through. His parents weren't there, and neither was Jazz. Then he went to Tucker's house, but it was also empty. Finally, he went to Sam's house, where he found servants but not Sam.

On the way back to FentonWorks, he passed by the cemetery and saw a big crowd. He got curious, and moved closer. As he moved towards the front of the crowd, he recognized Mr. Lancer and some of his teachers, as well as some of his classmates. Then he saw the people he was looking for.

His parents, Jazz, Tucker, Sam and their families were standing at the front of the crowd and closest to the casket. He looked over, and honestly shouldn't have been surprised see his body in a suit, with his hair actually combed back and wearing makeup to hide the decoloration of death.

Danny turned back to his family and friends. He'd seen his body before and he missed them more. His feelings swelled and he wanted to cry even though he knew he couldn't.

"I'm sorry," Danny whispered, hoping it would reach them.

Their heads snapped up from where they were bowed and tucked against their chin. Jazz, Sam and Tucker looked surprised. His parents, however, looked horrified.

"I didn't mean to," Danny continued, "I'm sorry. I miss you. I'm sorry."

Danny felt his strength wane, and his form flicker. The ball of ectoplasm at his center pulsed and pulled and Danny knew that if he let it, he would be whisked back to that green, empty void.

"Danny," his mother wept, and tried to touch his cheek but fazed through, "it... it's okay, baby. We... we'll be okay."

"I don't want to go," Danny pleaded, wishing she could hug him, "I don't want to leave."

"I know, baby, I know... we don't want you to go either," his mom him with a voice chocked full of tears, "but you must."

"We want you to rest, Danny," his dad continued when his mom couldn't, "be at peace."

Danny felt the pull of his core grow more insistent, but resisted it and said, "But then I'll be alone."

His mom cried harder and a sob escaped her. His father's tears finally spilled and he seemed at a loss of what to say. Sam and Tucker were watching the exchange with raw expressions of grief. It was Jazz, in the end, who told him what he needed to hear.

"We will always be with you in here" she said, and though she was crying, she held his gaze and put her hand on her chest, right on top of her heart, "and you will always be here, too. We will never forget you."

"Promise?"

"Promise."

Danny smiled softly.

"Okay," he said and looked at his friends and family, maybe for the last time, "I love you. It wasn't your fault."

His mom sobbed and curled against his father, who pulled her against him. Tucker and Sam held hands tight, and Jazz smiled at him.

"We love you, too."

Danny smiled again and let the pull whisk him away to that green, empty void again. He reappeared on his rock, but this time there was a door in it. He walked through, curious as to what was inside. Much to his surprise, he saw his room the exact same way as it was back home, only tidier and greener. On the walls, that seemed to have expanded and increased to a size that realistically couldn't fit in his parents' house, were hundred, thousands even, of pictures.

Danny was almost certain that they weren't pictures taken with a camera, so he took a closer look. He was right. They weren't pictures at all. They were memories.

#fanfic #fanfics #fanfic writing #fanfiction #oneshot #danny fenton #danny phantom #phandom #angst #tw grief #tw grieving #tucker foley #sam manson #tw death #character death

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thegl0bgl0gabgalab · 9 days

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I am the TheGlobglogabgalab and I love books! Specifically the ones on Ao3

I read and write and love to interact, so if you have any questions, thoughts, concerns, or conspiracies, feel free to Ask!

I especially love talking about my WIPs and ongoing works, and if you Ask, you might receive a sneak peek…

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Finished

Sonic

Seeing Red - Eggman, after finally catching Sonic, tells him that his friends have been killed. Unfortunately for everyone, Sonic does NOT react well… (Second chapter is from Tails, Knuckles, and Amy’s POV!)

When You Finally Scream - He (what was his name again?) had been trapped under water for years. He has to keep fighting. He may not know who his family is, but he has to survive for them. He has to live for Tails. One day, a group of people (were they his family?) stay by the water. GET ME OUT OF HERE (Part of the series When You Finally Scream but can be read as standalone)

Wasting Away - It has been six years since Sonic went missing. But, he wouldn’t want them to be sad, so their small group lived on. Tails, Knuckles, Amy, Shadow, and Rouge go on a fun camping trip in the woods by a river. And all was going well! … Until the water started running red (Part of the series When You Finally Scream but can be read as standalone)

How It Ends - Sonic and Shadow had made it back to Green Hills! They were finally home! … so why is Sonic still fading?

Danganronpa

Bloodied Hands Bloodied Hair - Junko Enoshima doesn’t love Izuru Kamukura. She loves the idea of him. She loves the scar that made him. She will make him hate it.

Rise of the Guardians

Stop the World and Melt With Me - Pitch, finally with returned power, brings back a past ploy and steals Tooth’s fairies again. The guardians go after him, unwittingly stumbling into his lair. The caverns are claustrophobic and extremely hot. Being Summer, the temperature only raises. Bad news for a Winter spirit that thrives in the cold…

Ongoing

Danganronpa

Smile Like You Mean It - Hajime, Ibuki, and Akane come down with variants of the Despair Disease. Hajime having the happiness variant, will to do ANYTHING to make people happy. Ibuki having the gullible variant, willing to believe and do ANYTHING someone tells her to. And Akane having the cowardly variant, willing to do ANYTHING that might help her get away from the terrifying killing game. The only cure is murder, and the group is running on limited time before the sickness kills the infected. They’ll find a different cure. After all, no one would kill again so soon after the last deaths. ….Right?

Take Me Back To Where We Started Off - Izuru has figured out how to time travel through the internet, so they, Hajime, and Nagito go back to when the class was in the killing game. They were too late to stop the first two trials, but they will do everything they can to prevent any more.

Danny Phantom

Crosswalk Martyr - WORKERS WANTED: Martyrs - Job involves dying in crosswalk to force city to install signal there. Set your own hours. —— Danny is hired

WIPs

Sonic

Crash - It was supposed to be just another battle. Simple, quick, easy. How did it go so wrong… (A prequel to When You Finally Scream)

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40, 44, and Location for Nate ♥️

27. Would you have sex in public?

I would never… I’m a gentlemen. Absolutely, but that’s no ones business and, honestly, one of the last things my parents ever need to hear about soooo… yes, yes I have and I’d do it again.

28. Last place you had sex?

//Verse dependent - Answered with the Nate x Danny verse// At home with my girlfriend, Danny. There’s absolutely nothing better than coming home to that sweet girl. Except maybe when she shows up at the office.

29. Where would you most like to have sex?

It’s never going to happen, but I would love to have sex on the moon surrounded by the stars. Am I willing to drop a chunk of the family fortune on SpaceX? Nope. I can live with camping sex or sex on the lounge in the backyard of my cottage where there’s less light pollution than my places in NYC and D.C.

30. Do you like spontaneous sex, or do you need to be in the mood?

For me it’s always about the who, everything else is just window dressing.

31. Could you go through with a hookup at a strangers house?

Again, it’s about the who. I suppose I’d probably be reluctant to go to town at a stranger’s house, but it’s situational for me because is it a party where I’ll see these acquaintances again or is it an AirBNB and I’m on vacation? Are we talking fingering under a blanket in the living room while playing a drinking game, hand jobs at the dinner table, quickies in the powder room, or loud and needy ‘damn you for wearing that dress tonight because you knew I couldn’t keep my hands off you’ sex in the library where the whole house can hear us? I mean... arrest me officer because guilty as charged.

40. Have you ever been made to/made somebody beg for it?

I know I’m a relatively quiet in public my hobbies also probably make me seem like a fairly docile person; however, if you look up Soft!Dom in a dictionary I’m pretty sure it’s my picture that will be next to it. I won’t be begging for shit.

44. What do you masturbate to?

//Verse dependent - Answered with the Nate x Danny verse// I don’t really have a need to do that. I masturbate to my girl tied up on my bed begging to be touched all pouty and apologizing for getting off while I was at work or on a business trip. Tsk tsk. When I say that pussy’s mine and only I get to let her cum, I mean it.

#happy sinday #notmuseingaround #ref: nathaniel delmore #ref: nate x danny #//at least on the ones marked verse dependent

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gretavandutchy · 2 years

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okay okay i thought of a request (｡• ᵕ •｡)♡ could you write a jake friends to lovers fic where you go on a camping trip (you can include the guys if you want) & it's actually the first time the reader ever goes camping, maybe it's an excuse for jake to be around them more??

anyway please feel free to change my request any way you want tbh i'm just in the mood for a camping fic, i really want to go out and see nature in the summer lol (●´∀｀)thank you so much! i'm so excited to read it

i had so much fun with this! i hope you like it, because i think i'm in love with it

testing, testing

{jake kiszka x gn!reader}

word count: 4.9k

warnings: language, alcohol, one mention of nudity

Summer was by far the best time of the year. Hot days followed by warm nights, and not a single spare moment was spent alone. It was the one season when you were content to spend all of your free time outdoors, especially with your best friends—they tried their hardest to get you to join in on their shenanigans during the colder months, but you always joked you weren’t built for the colder weather. They liked to joke that that was preposterous, how could you not be made for the cold living in Michigan?

Despite all of their teasing, over the years they’d come to accept the fact that you were much more likely to spend late summer nights around a bonfire than you ever were to hit the biggest hill in town for a night of sledding. Jake Kiszka, your partner in crime, usually was the one to defend you whenever his brothers tried to gang up on you. They also liked to joke at his expense, calling him your knight in shining armor—or snow pants, when it came to your repulsion to the icy powder.

For once, though, even Jake was left speechless. He, and both of his brothers, and even Danny were all staring at you incredulously as the words left your lips, “I don’t know, guys, I’ve never been camping before.”

The night had started out like any other. Josh rallied the gang together for a bonfire, claiming an urgent need to decompress after a long week spent working. You weren’t sure how hard writing an album was, though you didn’t doubt the effort that went into their craft, but you were certain it was nowhere near as grueling as their time spent out on the road. Really, Josh just wanted an excuse to get hammered and light shit on fire, and you all were a bit too eager to join in.

You’d agreed happily, earning a cheer from the whole gang, and from there you’d finished out your week at work before hitting the corner store to stock up on drinks. They’d all thanked you with kisses to your cheeks and dramatic performances of gratitude when you’d arrived with plenty of beer and more than enough bottles to knock a whole city block on their asses. Half of it would end up in the dirt, anyways, or doused over something flammable to make it even more flammable.

Beers were cracked open, drinks were poured into plastic cups, and the fire was lit in a rather explosive lick of flames due to Josh’s insistence that an accelerant was necessary for the already dried-out wood. He’d laughed maniacally despite the fact that he’d nearly singed his eyebrows clean off, and maybe you all had been a little too willing to laugh right along with him. It was just the way things always were.

After the exciting start, things were rather chill as you all flopped into lawn chairs around the crackling fire and began to work your way toward a drunken stupor. Jake had his guitar, strumming idly before passing it off to Danny who plucked his own tunes leisurely, and Sam and Josh took turns singing silly renditions of campfire songs. You were happy to just take it all in, relaxing into your seat and soaking up the heat of the fire as the sun crept beneath the horizon and the heat of the day began to fade.

Plus, your silence gave you the opportunity to slink into the background and simply admire them all. They were your best friends, your found family, and the sappy part of you always grew all warm and fuzzy in the moments like those. The moments where they were happy and carefree, eager to have a good time with no responsibilities or pressure to be perfect hanging over them.

Admiring Jake had always been a little different, though. You had always been closest with him out of all of the guys, and somewhere along the way, your appreciation of him had shifted from platonic to something else. Of course, you weren’t blind. You’d always found him to be attractive, but your admiration for him wasn’t so surface level.

It was fueled by years of knowing him, years of loving him, and sharing your deepest secrets with him. He knew everything about you, and you knew everything about him… except for that, you supposed. He didn’t know that sometimes your heart skipped a beat when he smiled at you. He didn’t know that sometimes you dreamt of him kissing you, touching you, loving you in a way that was entirely not friendly. He didn’t know that you thought about it when you were awake, too.

You must have gotten a little too caught up in all the staring because you were brought out of your thoughts by Sam clapping his hands right in front of your face. “You’re drooling,” he taunted, and he cackled when you immediately brought a hand to your chin in horror, “I can’t believe you fell for that! Does someone have a crush on Jakey?”

“Leave her alone.” Jake groaned, at the same moment that you rambled an excuse that you were totally spaced out thinking about the leftover pasta sitting in your fridge. You were thankful the guys all seemed to listen to him rather than you because the shitty excuse had you cringing in shame.

You sucked down the drink in your hand as a distraction, a lame attempt to stop them all from seeing the way your lips pursed and nose scrunched up in embarrassment. It would have been nice to say that hadn’t happened before, but it would have been a lie. It happened often, and you were more than amazed that Jake hadn’t caught on because you were fairly certain everyone else was well aware you had a major staring problem when it came to him. Sam’s smirk of amusement only served to make your stomach lurch, his eyes twinkling in the firelight as he dropped back into his seat with a proud sigh.

It was a conscious effort on your part to pay attention from that moment on, avoiding looking at your best friend in a vain attempt to keep your mind from wandering. Danny informed you that they’d all been discussing a potential camping trip to the lake the following weekend, and that was what led you to now. That was what led you to inform them you’d never been camping, hesitant to join in on a weekend in the wilderness with the men you knew were rather wild when let loose.

That was what led them all to stare at you like you were an alien, Sam spluttering indignantly as if he couldn’t fathom such a thing were even possible. “Never?” Jake asked, furrowing his brows in the adorable way that always made you smile, “Not even in your backyard?”

“Nope!” you shrugged, offering a sheepish grin as they all scoffed. “My parents didn’t do stuff like that when I was a kid, and I never saw the point when I was old enough to go alone. It seems creepy sleeping outside all by myself.”

Josh, of course, launched into a rambling rant, “Creepy? It’s about connecting with nature, (Y/N), you’ve gotta go out there and let your spirit become one with the Earth—“

Sam groaned, “Yeah, we get it, you’d fuck a hole in the dirt if you could—“

The two siblings tapped out of the conversation in a raucous mess of flailing limbs and shouts, Josh lunging at his little brother who cackled wildly. Your breath hitched as they drunkenly stumbled a little too close for comfort to the fire, but luckily they redirected themselves and wrestled their way across the yard. Danny heaved a sigh, ceasing the aimless way he’d been plucking at the guitar strings as he stood and followed after them with a sort of disappointment that a mother hen could experience.

“I could have sworn you’d gone with us before,” Jake mumbled, and your eyes were drawn back to him to find that his brows were furrowed deeply in thought and his fingers were scratching at his chin, “I really thought you’d at least gone with us on a family trip when we were kids or something.”

Shrugging again, you replied, “Never. You invited me a bunch of times but I always had an excuse because it kind of scared me as a kid. I think it still does, at least a little.”

It was true. There was just something about the idea of camping that made your skin crawl and your hands grow a little clammy. You weren’t sure if it was a childlike fear of the dark, or just your mind conjuring up boogeymen like some sort of horror movie, but the idea of sleeping in what was essentially a bag in the middle of the wilderness made your heart race. Ideas of men in masks coming to kill you flashed behind your eyes, and already you were thinking up excuses.

Jake’s brown eyes widened in a very convincing pleading gaze, his hand falling from his chin to your knee as he promised, “There’s nothing to be scared of. We’ll all be right there with you, and you can sleep in my tent if you really don’t want to be alone.”

“I don’t know, Jake,” you hesitated, and you weren’t sure if your heart was racing over your childish fears or the way his fingers squeezed your bare leg, “I don’t even know what I have going on next weekend.”

He pouted, and you laughed when he clasped his fingers beneath his chin and theatrically begged, “Come on, just think of it as a sleepover—we haven’t done that since we were kids!” At the sight of your wavering reluctance, he continued, “I know you don’t have plans next weekend, so don’t even try and use that excuse.”

Groaning, you relented if only slightly as you sighed, “I’ll think about it, okay? I know it’s ridiculous to be freaked out over camping, but I am.”

You watched as he pondered your half answer, brown eyes flickering across your features wildly before he eventually resigned to a content smile. There was something there in his eyes, a mischievous little sparkle that made your belly clench, but his words contrasted it as he agreed, “Okay, I’ll take that for now.” If his smirk told you anything at all, it was that he wouldn’t be content to accept that answer for very long.

The following evening you returned home from running errands to find Jake’s car parked in your driveway, and you thought nothing of it. He had a key to your house, something that was originally only given to him for safekeeping after you’d lost your spare key for the third time, but eventually had just become his own. He came and went often without a word, and the number of times you’d been scared by his unexpected presence in your house was astounding.

One time you’d gotten out of the shower and went to get a drink completely naked, as you often did in your own home, only to find him sitting on your sofa with wide eyes and a blush on his cheeks that lasted for hours. You’d screamed in terror, snatching a throw pillow off of the loveseat in a shitty attempt to cover at least some of your body, and the noise had seemingly startled him out of his frozen state enough to have him covering his eyes with frantic apologies. Neither of you had spoken of it since, and you no longer walked around your house naked.

Your house was silent as you stumbled inside, the door left open as you struggled to carry two armfuls of groceries to your kitchen. Having seen his car, you’d left a few bags in the trunk of your car with the intentions of enlisting his help, but he was nowhere to be seen. “Jake?” you called out, peeking at the sofa where he usually sat only to find it barren of his presence, “Are you in here?”

There was no reply. You listened intently for any sound, but there was none. There was no creak of floorboards, or even a rustle in the house aside from the crinkling of your grocery bags as their contents settled on the floor of your kitchen. You let out a little groan as you realized you’d forced yourself to have to make two trips with groceries, and pouted the whole way back to your car. You glared at his vehicle for good measure, too.

You pondered the presence of his car the entire time you put away your groceries, wondering why it was there if he wasn’t in your house. He never left it without saying anything, mostly because he only ever left it when he was going to be out of town for an extended period of time. That made you frown, wondering if he’d left town without mentioning it.

He wouldn’t have done that, you reassured yourself. Maybe he’d just forgotten to text you before he left your house, and he’d be back any minute. The irony of the fact that Jake always told you when he was leaving his car, but never when he was coming over wasn’t lost on you. Part of you wondered if he simply enjoyed the thrill that came with scaring you out of your wits every time he popped in unexpectedly. Another part of you wondered if he might have been hoping to get an eyeful again, but you knew he wasn’t that type of person. He didn’t see you that way, anyways.

After putting away the last of your groceries, you paced toward your bedroom to change your clothes only to stop in your tracks. Your back door was open, the screen door rattling against the frame slightly as the breeze pulled at its hinges, and you stared at it in horror. Momentarily, your mind raced through a million scenarios of robberies gone wrong, serial killers, and masked men lurking in your house.

But, then Jake appeared on the porch and you scowled. He was grinning, excitedly pulling open the door and making his way toward you as you hissed, “You scared the fuck out of me, asshole. I thought someone broke in and was waiting to jump out of my closet and murder me or something!”

“Has anyone ever told you that you’re extremely paranoid?” he laughed, not even phased by the hostility in your tone as he stepped behind you and grabbed your shoulders to stop you from turning around. “I have a surprise for you.”

You tried not to shiver when his hands lightly covered your eyes, his chest pressing up to your back and his familiar scent washing over you and making your mind go a little fuzzy. He could have walked you off a cliff at that moment because you followed his lead without an ounce of hesitation. “If you make me fall I’ll cut the strings on your guitar.” you warned.

Teasingly, he bumped his chest into your back causing you to stumble before he caught you with an arm around your stomach. One hand was still covering your eyes, and you wondered if he could feel the way your belly tensed as his other palm rested flat over it to hold you steady. “Don’t make threats when you’re compromised, sweetheart.” he laughed, and you remained silent throughout the rest of the walk.

You weren’t entirely sure what you were expecting the surprise to be, but you certainly hadn’t expected him to uncover your eyes and reveal a tent already pitched in your back yard and your fire pit already lit with two chairs beside it and a little pot hanging over the flames. Really, you should have expected it—after the oh so shocking reveal that you’d never been camping, and the way he’d too easily given in to your lame offer to think about going on the boys’ weekend trip, this was exactly the sort of thing you should have anticipated. It simultaneously warmed your heart and sent a chill down your spine.

“Jake…” you mumbled, staring at the tent with uncertainty, but he was quick to grab your hand and squeeze it with a reassuring smile.

He tugged you toward it slightly, and your eyes caught the faint blush that crept over his cheeks as he spoke, “Before you try and get out of this, I just thought that maybe you’d feel better about camping next weekend if you tried it before then. Just you and me, so you don’t have to worry about Sam trying to scare you in the middle of the night.”

“We’re right in your backyard, so if you really hate it we can go inside and I promise I’ll never bring it up again, but I really think you’ll love it if you just try.” He was beginning to ramble, the reddening of his cheeks deepening as he seemingly grew nervous with your lack of words, “I even brought the blanket you always steal from my room, and I brought a little lamp just in case you were freaked out by the dark—“

You squeezed his hand, smiling as you cut off his anxious drawl. “Thank you.” You murmured, “This is really sweet, Jake, I mean it. Can I at least use the bathroom inside, though? I really don’t want to go in my yard.”

He laughed loudly, releasing your hand as you began to poke around the quaint little setup he’d made in your yard. There was the tent, and a little mat outside the opening that made you smile, and you were surprised to see there was soup bubbling in the little pot over the fire. Resting on one of the chairs were two bowls and spoons, a thermos, and two little mugs. You grinned at the sight of the bottle of rum.

“Yeah, I didn’t think so.” he agreed, “If you come next weekend, though, you’re going to have to commit to a tree."

As the evening faded into night, the two of you sat around the crackling fire and talked about anything and everything. You were warm from the soup, and growing hot as the two of you drank the hot chocolate from the thermos and spiked it with the rum. Jake told you stories from all the camping trips he’d been on, cracking you up with tales of Sam scaring Josh as kids so badly that he peed his pants.

There were stories about writing songs around a campfire. There were even more about the guys pranking each other ruthlessly, and your favorite was definitely the one about Jake floating Sam’s waterproof bag onto the lake with all of his clothes inside of it. You were reduced to tears when he told you about the time a raccoon ransacked their campsite, and Danny had been convinced it was a bear and screamed like a little girl.

By the time you began to yawn, you had forgotten all about your anxiety. Maybe it was the liquid courage fueling your sudden ease, or maybe it was just Jake. You were pretty sure he had cracked the code by taking you camping for the first time just the two of you, even if it was only mere feet from your back door. You didn’t have any worries at all as he placed both of your mugs in the grass and stood to put out the fire, smoke and steam billowing into the air as he threw water over the mostly burned logs to douse the flames.

He held out a hand to help you out of your seat with a little smile, instructing, “Take your shoes off on the mat. It’s dry out here so it’s not a big deal, but when you’re really camping you don’t want to take your shoes in the tent. It gets muddy and it’s really annoying having dirt all inside your sleeping bag.”

You toed off your sandals with a giggle, “Good to know.”

Jake kicked off his boots with a chuckle of his own, bending down to unzip the tent before muttering through an embarrassed smile, “This tent is really meant for one person, so it’s pretty small. My other one was too big for your yard, though, but next weekend I’ll bring that so we won’t be so cramped.”

He wasn’t kidding about it being small. There was one sleeping bag completely unzipped and spread across the floor of the tent, the edges curling up along the wall slightly and two pillows squished together. If you had to guess, it was probably about the size of a twin bed, and suddenly you were anxious for an entirely different reason.

The knit blanket he’d mentioned earlier, the one that you always stole from him whenever you slept over at his place, was folded on top of the open-faced sleeping bag. Now, you and Jake were not strangers to sharing a bed. You’d been friends since you were little kids, and sleepovers were a big part of your friendship. But, there were some distinct differences.

For one, the two of you had never slept in a space so small that cuddling was a necessary occurrence rather than an option. An option you never took, for that matter, though on occasion you had woken up to an arm or a leg hanging over your body. The other thing? Well, all those instances of sharing a bed had been before you’d realized you had feelings for him that weren’t entirely platonic. That was before you’d fantasized about cuddling with him.

You made no mention of it as you crawled into the little space out of fear that your voice would show how nervous you were. It wasn’t until he’d crawled in beside you and zipped the tent shut that you realized you were still dressed in jeans and a buttoned shirt, and so was he. “Jake,” you whispered into the dark, “we forgot pajamas.”

“Yeah, I just realized that.” he grumbled, “Do you want to go inside and change?”

You weren’t really sure why you did it. It would have been so easy to just go inside and change, but a selfish part of you didn’t want to leave the little bubble inside the tent where it was just you and Jake, and no one and nothing else. So, you lied, “I don’t think I’ll want to come back if I go inside. Do you mind if I just take my pants off? I can sleep in my shirt.”

His voice was a little hoarse as he replied, and you swore you heard him swallow audibly, “That’s fine. Do you care if I do the same?” You repeated his affirmative, and your hands were shaking as the two of you wriggled around the confined space to shed clothing. You didn’t risk falling by crouching to remove your jeans, instead of lifting your hips and wiggling your pants until you could kick them off your ankles and stuff them into the far corner of the tent with your feet.

Your breathing was shallow and a little shaky as he laid back beside you again, and you tried not to make a sound when his arm crossed your body to spread the blanket over the both of you. He’d taken his shirt off too. You pulled the blanket up to your chin and held it in your hands as you rolled onto your side, facing him and only regretting your choices when his head rested on his own pillow and the tip of his nose brushed your own.

“Do you want me to turn the lamp on?” he whispered, and you shivered as his breath fanned over your lips that parted slightly to let out a shaky exhale.

He was so close. Neither of you were moving to cross that line and intentionally touch the other, but there was no avoiding the contact. His face was a fraction of an inch from yours, his arms brushing against your own as he tucked them to his chest much like you had. His knees were pressed to your legs, your toes touching under the blanket.

Swallowing the nervous lump in your throat, you whispered back, “No, I’m okay.”

The silence that washed over you both was thick, palpable even. You could feel him staring at you, even though you couldn’t really make out his features through the darkness, and you were certain he could feel you staring back. You were almost afraid to close your eyes and try to sleep, the unspoken tension of the moment holding you captive and waiting desperately for something. For what, exactly, you weren’t entirely sure.

You should have just gone inside and gotten clothes. Your heart was thumping violently against your ribcage, beating so hard and fast you swore you could feel your pulse in your temples. Was the tension all in your head? Were you imagining it, conjuring it much like you fantasized about a reality where Jake wasn’t just your best friend? Perhaps you were just seeing, or feeling rather, what you hoped would be.

Jake’s voice was soft and timid as he broke the silence. “(Y/N)?” he breathed, “I have to tell you something.”

“What is it?” you asked, and you hoped that he couldn’t hear just how hopeful you sounded. Your body was strung out with anticipation, the blood in your veins sparking to the very tips of your toes as you grew nervous and excited. Could he feel it too?

He took a few seconds to speak again, and he sounded like a scared little boy as he murmured, “I think I love you. Like, really love you. Not like a friend.”

The exhale you let out was ragged, a rather aggressive sound that split through the quiet of the night like a bullet. “I think I love you, too.” you replied, “I have for a while.”

Jake was the first to move following your confessions. There wasn’t much space left to breach, but it felt like he’d moved miles closer to you as his arm wrapped over your waist and pulled you right into his bare chest. Your fingers curled tighter into the blanket as your heart skipped a beat, every inch of your skin breaking out in goosebumps. In the back of your mind, you were dreading the moment that you’d wake up to realize it was all a dream, to realize that you had managed to fall asleep and none of this was real.

But, then his forehead pressed to yours and he whispered, “Can I kiss you?”

There was no mistaking the feeling of his lips pressing to yours as anything but real. A dream could never be so vivid, so intense. You’d dreamed of a moment like this a thousand times, and none of your fantasies could hold a candle to the way your body came to life under his touch.

His lips were pillowy and soft, molding to yours tenderly in a hesitant peck that made your breath hitch. He pulled away for a fraction of a second before diving back for more, kissing you more firmly as he experimented with the new sensation. His lips moved slowly against yours before he lightly swept his tongue along the seam of your lips in a timid request to explore your affections more earnestly.

You sighed as you parted your lips for him, hands finally releasing the blanket you’d been clutching like a lifeline. One hand pressed to his chest, your own heart skipping as you felt the rapid, hard thump of his heart beating against his ribcage. The other reached up to twine your fingers into his hair, burying your fingers through the silky strands and scratching his scalp appreciatively when you finally tasted him.

Jake hummed a quiet noise of approval at the sensation, and the sound sent shivers down your spine as he finally pulled away to catch his breath. You both were breathing a little heavier, soft puffs of air fanning over your face as his nose nudged against yours sweetly. The tent didn’t feel cramped anymore, but rather cozy and comfortable. Your mind was at ease, the butterflies in your stomach no longer daunting. Instead, they filled you with a warm and fuzzy feeling that you hoped would never fade.

Maybe camping wasn’t so bad after all. You couldn’t imagine a better setting for the two of you to confess your feelings, only the faint light of the moon that seeped through the material of the tent illuminating his face. Maybe your eyes had simply adjusted to the low light, but you swore that he was glowing as he smiled at you bashfully. The subtle sway of the trees in the cool breeze was the only sound to be heard over the sound of your own breathing, and it was peaceful.

“So,” Jake finally rasped, “I hope this means you’ll come next weekend?”

You giggled, bumping your nose against his cheek playfully as you teased, “I don’t know, I think I could use a little more convincing.”

“I’m willing to do whatever it takes.” he chuckled, and you both were stifling giggles and excited smiles when he pressed his lips to yours all over again.

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