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dizscreams · 1 year

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Hello! I’m a new follower and I think you’re an awesome writer, and I love your stories! Could you possibly do a Sam carpenter x fem reader that takes place in scream 6 where during the attack in the apartment the reader gets badly injured (doesn’t die) or something like that and then Sam like is really protective after that? If not that’s perfectly fine!! ❤️❤️

ty lovely you’re very sweet! I hope you enjoy :)

Still Alive — Sam Carpenter ★

PAIRING: Sam Carpenter x fem!reader

A/N: a new Sam fic is due babes 😌 i also loveee the middle pic sm it gives me such her vibes like hello? 🤭 ALSO I KIND OF WENT OFF TRACK IM SORRYYY

You can’t focus, your surroundings are far too overwhelming. Sam and Mindy just made it across the ladder and they’re yelling trying to rush you across, Anika is on the bed with her organs practically spilling out, and you’re trying to crawl across a ladder from extremely high up with an injured arm and an injured leg.

Tara and Chad had managed to run out of the apartment, Mindy got her arm slashed, and Anika got a brutal attack to her abdomen. You got attacked trying to protect your lovely girlfriend, Sam. It was worth it though since she didn’t get hurt at all. It would all be worth it, all you have to do is successfully make it to the other side.

“Y/n, come on!”

“You can do it, baby!”

“Hurry!”

You grunted and crawled faster, Anika’s cries from the bedroom and the encouraging yells from your friends motivated you. “Just look at me, y/n. Focus on me,” Sam said while reaching out to you. You shakily grabbed her hand and she pulled you across. Danny, the neighbor, picked you up and helped you through the window. Once your feet landed on the ground you broke into a sob and crashed into Sam’s arms.

“You’re okay, I’ve got you. Everything’s okay,” she told you while rubbing your back soothingly. She’d never tell you but she was terrified you wouldn’t make it. She couldn’t lose the love of her life, she wouldn’t be able to make it. She’s not sure what’d she do if she lost you, but she does know she wouldn’t sleep until the Ghostface that killed you was in the ground. There was no need to worry about that though cause you weren’t dead, you were alive and breathing and she’d go out of her way to make sure you stayed that way.

Sam was brought out of her thoughts by Danny, Mindy, and yourself shouting at a struggling Anika on the ladder. She was shaking, the poor girl was bleeding everywhere and Sam’s anxiety suddenly spiked. “Anika, you have to move right now!” Mindy yelled, “Cmon Anika! You can do it!” You followed. Sam watched with wide fearful eyes as Ghostface slammed his knife in the windowsill and gripped the ladder Anika was slowly crawling across. She muttered a curse and rushed to the window.

“Anika! You have to hurry!”

Anika looked behind to see Ghostface with the ladder in hand and started screaming, “No! No! Guys I can’t do it!”

“You can, Anika!”

Ghostface started moving the ladder quickly. Anika started violently shaking and rattling on it, she was going to fall. “Anika move, I’ll grab your hand!” Sam yelled at the girl. Anika’s sobs restricted her from responding but she sluggishly moved towards the other side. Ghostface started moving the ladder from side to side causing Anika to shake rapidly. Mindys heart dropped at the realization that her girlfriend was making this out alive.

“Baby I don’t want to die!” Anika yelled at her girlfriend. “You wont!” Mindy sobbed. “Grab my hand Anika!” Sam shouted since the girl was in reach. Anika reached out, one hand no longer on the ladder and Ghostface takes this opportunity to roughly lift and then tilt the ladder to the side. Anika fell to the ground with a blood curdling scream.

The world went quiet for a moment, you looked between Anika’s dead body and the Ghostface on the other side. He took his knife and left the scene. Mindy dropped to the ground sobbing and you kneeled down to comfort her. Sams eyes flashed with anger just thinking about the killer and their stupid plans. She was going to finish this, she was going to end the endless suffering Ghostface caused.

She needed to protect the ones she loved. She would do anything. “Come on the police are here,” Danny said quietly. You nod and helped Mindy stand up. You interlock arms with her and Sam grabs your free hand, you give her a small smile before you start walking.

It was the next morning and you guys were sitting in an ambulance while the police searched the apartment. Mindy was wrapped in a blanket with Taras head on her shoulder, Chad had his arms crossed while he stood protectively in front on the vehicle’s doors, and you were standing with Sam near the alley. She had her arms wrapped around you and her head on yours. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Ethan ducking under the caution tape, just as you were about to go up to him Chad beat you to it.

Chad slammed him against a news van and asked him a few questions before Ethan saw you. Chad let him go and Ethan quickly went up to you. “Y/n, I’m so sorry-”

“Stay the fuck away from her,” Sam told him while getting in between the two of you. You put a comforting hand on Sam’s shoulder, “It’s okay, Sam,” you turned to Ethan, “Where the fuck were you though? What happened to studying, Ethan?” You asked sternly. He was suspicious. “I-I’m sorry I got caught up at econ. I tried calling, but you didn’t answer..” he stammered. You eyed him up and down then looked at Sam’s cold expression. Looking back at the boy you nodded in understanding, “It’s fine.”

He looked at you apologetically and went over to Chad and the others. They treated him the same way you did, like a number one suspect. You turned to Sam and hugged her, “Thank you.” She stumbled back a bit, stunned at the impact, “For what?” she asked you. “For always having my back.”

She smiled and hugged you back carefully so she didn’t injure you further, “You’re welcome.”

You were too good for this world, too good for her, too good to be hunted down by a serial killer. You didn’t deserve any of this shit. Sam gritted her teeth at the thought of you getting hurt again. That asshole was going to be put 6 feet under and she’d make sure of it. She’d do it herself.

#grab your popcorn i did my dizzy thing i do where i go off track of the request but #it’s okay cause I think I like this #not proofread #ofc #dizzy writes?! 😵‍💫#scream 6 #samantha carpenter #sam carpenter #samantha carpenter x reader #sam carpenter x reader #sam loomis #samantha loomis #ethan landry #tara carpenter #anika kayoko #chad meeks #Mindy meeks

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spacedace · 1 year

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It occured to me that in The One with the Secret Live In Girlfriend I haven’t actually said what my head canons for Super Serious Chaos’ height is yet and like, it’s so important to me that yall understand that Elle is tiny in that fic.

Like Jon and Damian both ended up having massive growth spurts and shot up to be these god damned giants, and Elle - taking after Danny - is just this itty bitty hellion. So here be my head canons for them, plus a size chart to really drive home the fucking nonsense height difference there is:

Jon: 6′9 - he’s the tallest in his family. Shot up past Clark in highschool and just kept growing. Elle calls him “Jolly” as short for “Jolly Green Giant”

Damian: 6:5 - he also had a ridiculous growth spurt in high school, but because he’s almost always next to Jon, people think he’s shorter than he is.

Elle: 4′9 - she’s tiny, she took after Danny, but somehow didn't even manage to break 5 feet like her template/dad/brother. She's two whole feet shorter than Jon, just a hair closer to Damian in height. Whenever some truly apocalyptic shit goes down and her boyfriends have to hide behind her, it gives some real serious “They asked for no pickles” vibes.

Just look at this height difference, tell me the idea of tiny Elle standing infront of her two giant BFs protectively isn’t the funniest shit you’ve ever seen. Also, Dick & Lois are there too just to give you an idea of what they're dealing with in the first two chapters 😂

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lukweer · 10 months

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ok so like there are two parts of me, right? well there are a lot of parts but english is hurting me right now and my head isn't working so you will make due/do(?)

anyways one part is like: my sense for gay people is strong, i think i know which f1 drivers are gay and i am confident in my answers

but the other part is like: its wrong to speculate sexuality because if people havent come out then they either aren't ready to be out or aren't gay, but at the same time this generation is moving away from the construct of coming out so like... idk.

today the first part is stronger, though, so i want to share my speculations because everyone in the states only watches nascar and is a hick and i'm scared of them. they also do not like my italian accent :(

1. Max Verstappen

come on guys, any gay person could tell u he's probably bi. i mean he doesn't even try to hide it, u know? like there are compilations of him being fruity. and they are shockingly long.

he's mentioned using grindr, he's mentioned girls OR guys when talking about dating preferences, the whole thing with the freaking lei (i think thats how it is spelled, the hawaiian thing? the flower necklace?). the list goes on and on.

he's had girlfriends, and i'm pretty sure they weren't beards but i'm not sure. i'm leaning towards bi tho for this reason.

even if he isn't bi or gay or pan or whatever, he's at least incredibly comfortable with queerness and is probably a really cool dude. annoying when i'm watching the sunday races, but love him the rest of the time!

2. Lando Norris

lando is a bit more subtle with it (as are the other ppl in the list). emphasis on a bit, though.

unless you live under a rock, you've probably seen this gif:

this has called many aboard the lando is a little fruitcake train. what people don't realise is that he "eye fucks" or like... stares lovingly a lot.

other examples include:

staring lovingly at carlos sainz

checking out charles leclerc (kind of? i think he is checking him out)

staring lovingly at carloz sainz

this weird ass moment with, you guessed it, carloz sainz

there are a lot of these photos and clips out there, but i'm lazy and don't feel like looking for them so yeah. take my word for it.

i saw a post saying that if carlos and lando pulled up to the paddock holding hands and telling people they were dating they wouldn't be shocked. i agree with this statement entirely. as was stated, it takes a lot to get to that point, and we're at that point.

now i grew up a gay dude to a conservative family, and i know the little mannerisms that are like... a part of being gay? and i know what it looks like to hide them.

i do not know if this is the right way to say it or if it is politically correct, but i believe it to be true. gay men tend to have little mannerisms here and there that give us away a bit, and i think i've seen some of those in lando.

i don't think i will share them though, as i don't want to accidentally push harmful stereotypes or whatever. obviously not all gay men have gay mannerisms and it might be something lando is insecure about so i would rather not put them on blast.

if it's not a bad thing i may come back and edit this and add them in. idk, let me know i guess? i am still learning american customs.

3. Yuki Tsunoda

this is probably going to be the shortest section (ha).

yuki mostly just makes my radar go off. i don't consume alphatauri content as much, but i know there was a thing with him and pierre that was just crazy last year and the year prior. don't know as much about it as i should haha.

but yeah. yuki just sends my radar into the astral plane (is that a thing? i am doubting myself). if he is not at least bisexual i will eat my own foot.

maybe that one moment between him and michael italiano has just gotten to me, i don't know. i trust in my instincts though.

Honourable Mentions

4. Danny Ric

idk he just gives the vibe! i don't know how to explain my radar. gay people know. i think it is called gaydar.

DR is on it.

5. Carlos Sainz

he is probably on my gaydar the least, but he's still on there. latest vlog he gently combed his finger through ruperts hair. he's probably deeply in love with lando. just little things like that i guess!

6. Oscar Piastri

this may be wishful thinking. i sit in bed at night and pray that he is into men.

that is all! thank you for learning about fruity drivers with me! please do not cancel me if i am doing something politically incorrect! i am still learning!

#f1 #formula 1 #max verstappen #lando norris #yuki tsunoda #daniel ricciardo #danny ric #carlos sainz #carlando #oscar piastri #lgbtq

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buckybarnesss · 5 months

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on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 10-13 chapters 7-9 here chapters 4-6 here chapters 1-3 here

after a little break i am back with a new installment i'm doing 4 chapters today because this book only has 19 chapters.

once again: kate argent is her own warning.. there's an entire flashback chapter of her and derek when he was a teenager. she explicitly grooms him.

Our intrepid heroes are still in the goddamn woods. We shall never leave. Allison is cold and so Scott snuggles with her to share body heat. Classic trope but I have read many missing persons cases. Hypothermia can happen even when you don’t think it can.

And we have yet another example of Derek being characterized as kind of a dick. He and Stiles find a campfire as Derek tries to track the scent of the Alpha and/or locate Scott. Stiles is just having a bad time as he’s winded from trying to keep up with Derek. Derek leaves him there. I reject this. No. Derek never left Stiles anywhere like this. Especially not with danger afoot. It very much stands in contrast to Wolf’s Bane when Derek crawls over broken glass and fights Peter, distracting him from Stiles.

The Queen has finally arrived. We finally get some Lydia narration. She also comes with Danny and some random dude Damon.

It had been kind of annoying Danny hasn’t been involved that much considering he is Jackson’s best friend.

Have I mentioned that I don’t particularly care for how Danny is handled in this book? First you have Stiles assuming they should send Danny to the pay-by-the-hour motel because he’s gay and now Lydia’s narration is stereotyping the poor guy. “Dark-haired, with that cool Hawaiian vibe he had.” Danny was right to leave y'all.

Danny says he doesn’t have Lydia’s phone number which I sincerely doubt.

I want to throw hands with this line “He gave her a completely non-sexual once over.” It’s giving gay-best friend trope vibes which to be fair was at its height in the 2010s and let’s face it this is how Lydia was often written pre-character development (and even after). Especially in the Sterek fandom. Don’t y’all try to tell me otherwise. I was there, Gandalf.

There is this little section of Lydia’s I think deserves some commentary. The way this book has a subplot for Allison and Scott revolving around how they want to sleep together and the way Jackson and Lydia think of their relationship, especially their sexual relationship is interesting. Now, I’m no pearl clutching Puritan on this subject but the way that sex is handled in this narrative strikes me as too adult for their age. But this passage makes me change my perspective a little. These are kids acting too adult because they feel pressured in other areas of their lives to be adults without the experience and emotional capacity to do so. That fits in with Teen Wolf’s narrative.

“Are you going through his stuff?” Danny queried, and she have him her best patronizing look, “Please,” She said, “You must know that I have a drawer here.” Damon looked even more impressed. Very few teenagers could claim the very adult perk of having a drawer containing their belongings at their boy -- or girlfriend’s house. Not that many teenagers had the need. It spoke of changing clothes, spending the night. Adult stuff. Sex.”

Jackson’s computer wallpaper is Lydia which is sweet but then she says she picked it out herself which is less sweet.

Jackson’s computer password is fucking Captain. You deserve to be hacked, Jackson.

Now Lydia brought Danny and his hanger on Damon from her house to Jackson’s because they’re looking for a CD Jackson apparently burned for Damon to use to DJ for a party. The 2010s of it all came out and kneed me in the solar plexus. Even Lydia was wondering why Jackson didn’t just make a shared playlist. But she searches through Jackson’s stuff stalling a little so she can snoop. This is all important because we finally get to the actual plot of why Jackson was lured away and missing in the first place. People want to rob the Whittermore’s while they’re out of town. Jackson at this point is still being held at gunpoint over in the preserve.

The would be robbers -- henceforth referred to as Thing One and Thing Two -- assault Lydia and threaten her demanding to know if there are other people in the house. Lydia truly gets a raw deal no matter what.

Meanwhile, Derek’s left Stiles and is trying to follow the scene of the Alpha. He uses the word “shedding” to refer to how he left Stiles. I cannot impress enough how he would not fucking say that.

Derek’s out of luck though because the scent he comes across is old. He is at the place he found Laura’s body where he has a Moment of Anger before he moves on he picks up on Jackson’s scent. He recalls how he dug his claws into Jackson back in Magic Bullet and feels a tiny bit bad. He finds a half burned article about Jackson and does what I deem a Derek thing to do and that’s pocket it because he’s “keeping tabs on Jackson”. It’s stalking, Derek.

Narration switches back to Stiles and of course he gets weird quickly and Stiles what the fuck? Stiles doing something like this during the later seasons wouldn’t be out of the norm. He’s paranoid, hyper vigilant and suspicious at that point but here? Season 1? Stalker.

“He had tried calling Scott a couple more times, then Allison, then Lydia. He’d had her phone in his possession when he deleted the picture she’d accidentally taken of the Alpha. Of course he’d also inputted her number into his own phone; how stalkerish was that?”

Derek reappears and scares Stiles. Stiles observes “He was kind of sweaty, and he looked glummer than usual.” Stiles refuses to be normal about Derek.

They have a little tiff except it’s them being worried about the same thing but in opposite directions.

“Stiles crossed his arms and hunched over, shivering and trying to make himself inconspicuous, in cast the Alpha spotted Derek and decided to attack him. But Derek was a Beta werewolf too, like Scott. Why wasn’t he part of the Alpha’s pack? Maybe he is. Maybe he just hasn’t told us, he thought. “Or maybe it’s some kind of trap,” Derek said, “Something the Argents cooked up.” “You mean that Allison’s in on it?” Stiles asked, sounding incredulous. Derek slid a glance at him. “Why do you sound so surprised? You know what the Argents are. What they do.``

And so we have arrived. The part of this book I remember the most. The Derek Hale Flashbacks. We go six years into the past.

This is definitely where the idea of Kate Argent working at Beacon Hills High comes from and it makes a lot of sense. It even works even better given the context of season 2 where the Argents actually infiltrate the school as a tactic.

Holder puts Derek on the swim team which is funny in retrospect because of how the swim team is important to the story of season 2 but Derek is established in season 3 as having been on the basketball team like Peter.

Holder also does a little world building on werewolf customs and pack dynamics here which the show lacks in detail. The way Holder does it is far more patriarchal than what the Hales actually are in the show. There’s a focus on Derek’s father (unnamed even here), the contest/rivalry between him and his cousin Josh, entrance into manhood and Uncle Peter.

I am still deeply amused by Holder making the Beast of Gevaudan an ancestor of the Hales when the show took the route of making it far more deeply connected to the Argents.

The deepest of sighs at this : “Unlike Laura, who was popular, he didn’t have any human friends, and he didn’t want any.” I just have the hardest time with isolationist, anti-human Derek. Season 3 Derek called and told Book Derek to fuck himself. Derek had a posse of generic human friends.

Kate preys on Derek while she fills in for the main coach as he’s on paternity leave. Also Kate’s up here just brassily using her actual name.

Like Derek’s about 16 here so I can easily buy him noticing a pretty young woman in close proximity to him but Holder does a good job in making it clear that while Derek’s attracted to Kate superficially her interest in him makes him uncomfortable. Derek’s narration says things like “Flustered, even a little frightened.” and “He practically ran out of the school, looking over his shoulder.”

Holder then parallels Scott and Allison once more which is a, um, choice by describing Kate’s hair in the moonlight and Derek almost wolfing out.

Apparently Laura and Derek shared a Subaru Forester. Which Hale lesbian bought this?

Now up until this point I’ve mostly avoided talking about Laura and her presence in this book because I was saving it for this scene. Laura Hale is a ghost in the narrative in the show. She’s seen maybe three different times outside of being a corpse. She’s never actually named in any of those short appearances and no one talks about her. Here she’s mentioned several times by Scott, Stiles and Derek. Plus now she’s shown in Derek’s flashbacks. I don’t like her all that much here and I think this might be where some of Laura’s fanon characterization comes from.

Anyway, Derek and Laura are at a diner together eating hamburgers. Derek drinks Diet Coke. Look, I don’t see him as a Diet Coke drinker but that’s not the point here. Derek mentions Kate and how he thinks she’s so beautiful. Laura has this moment where she seems concerned:

“Is this...woman a student?” Laura asked. “No. She’s the new lifeguard. Ms. Argent.” Mr. Braswell’s replacement.” “School lifeguard?” she said, looking mildly shocked. “A teacher?”

After this though Laura’s characterization takes a nosedive. She refers to Kate as a slut when at this point in time Kate hasn’t really done anything necessarily wrong. Derek only really tells Laura of thinking she’s pretty. Laura’s never even met her.

She goes on to tease Derek about his crush -- the word mateable is used 🤮 -- and Derek shuts down. “Suddenly, he didn’t feel like talking to her about it anymore.”

I hate it here.

The next scene is another flashback I recall vividly. Melissa and baby Scott being abused by Mr. McCall. This fuckface trying to convince Scott that his asthma attack isn’t real and it’s all in his head. I want this man to die. Interesting that later when Rafael McCall is introduced he’s still The Worst.

Catch these hands. “Scott didn’t want him to yell at his mom because Scott had asthma. It wasn’t her fault. It was his, Scott’s.”

If Melissa McCall had killed him no would have charged her.

Back in the present we return to Scott and Allison. They’re still cuddling but realize they’re supposed to be looking for Allison’s keys. Her phone rings and they have a mishap which sends Allison down the incline. She takes him with her.

They recover but Allison has now lost her keys and phone. Bad day all around for Ally A.

Scott finds Allison’s phone using his wolf powers but he can’t let her know that so they use his phone to call hers.

Her ringtone for him is apparently a band called Kids of 88. I had never heard of them so after a quick search their biggest hit was in 2009 My House. Which again -- sex.

Scott went to get her phone but he’s prevented by an invisible barrier. Wolfsbane. He makes up a lie about his leg being hurt because like how else do you explain not being able to touch a bush?

They sit down and Scott’s having thoughts like “Oh I wish Derek were here” so you know it’s not great. Allison talks a little about how she’s close to her parents.

They are fucking kissing again. Stop it. It’s not the time.

Scott decides to text Stiles and says Stiles knows his username and password. We all know. It’s the ever iconic Allison. Jackson and Scott truly deserve each other.

I forgot Jackson was still being held at gunpoint while all this has been going on.

Jackson makes an attempt to escape but yet another guy is waiting at the Porsche. How many people are there? Two here, Cassie probably and then the two at the house. So 5 people in total it appears. Geez.

His escape fails and he’s taken hostage. Jackson never has a good time.

All of Chapter 13 is Kate and Derek. Shall we brace ourselves?

“One by one the other swimmers left, and he’d remained behind, torn between disappointment that she hadn’t done it again, and complete and utter relief that she was staying away from him.” Holder writes young Derek having the instinct to know Kate’s attention isn’t good.

Now Holder does do some interesting bits of worldbuilding but like I said earlier it seems so patriarchal. Surrounding challenges and fighting. His view of humans in the book is one of paternalism.

Kate is going in for the kill now and I’m crawling up my own spine. She makes herself come across as demure. She’s playing meek and turning the whole thing back on Derek giving him the illusion of choice as she grooms him. She purposefully is coming across as more of a peer than an adult figure with authority.

“She swirled her fingers in the water. “And this isn’t really my style, you know?” I don’t come onto men like this.” Men. She thought of him as a man. He licked his lips, completely tongue-tied. “I wish you’d say something,” she murmured. “I’m kind of dying about it now. I’m sorry if I misread your intentions. I won’t bother you again.” “I know we’d have to be careful. Outsiders might not understand.”

Excuse me. Earlier Derek mentioned his rival -- his cousin Josh -- apparently Peter’s sister-in-law’s kid. Here he mentions Laura had made out with Josh the previous Wolf Moon. Did Laura make out with their cousin?!?!?!?!?!? There’s no other Josh in this book. Like I get they’re not blood related if Josh is Peter’s sister-in-law’s kid (which lol okay bro) but what is happening here on this day?

Kate wants Derek to come home with her for privacy -- ew. So Derek calls Laura to negotiate. Hence the whole conversation about Laura making out with cousin Josh. Laura says “This is so you can do something slutty.” I deeply dislike this characterization of Laura.

And now we’re in Kate’s narration for the flashbacks. I need a shower after reading her thoughts. God, I hate Kate.

Holder goes into detail about her ideas on werewolves. It’s interesting. There’s competition for rank within the pack, challenges and rituals. I want to do a post specifically about it maybe, but I am offended on Talia Hale’s behalf here. It’s very focused on males. The automatic assumption that the Alpha is Derek’s father.

I cannot say fuck Kate enough. “Some kids in high school are babies and others are all grown up, ready for the real world. Like you.” The classic manipulation tactic of oh but you’re so mature for your age or oh they’re such an old soul.

Wishing Kate Argent a go ahead and die.

#my blog #thoughts on teen wolf #teen wolf #sterek #on fire: a teen wolf novel #kate argent is her own warning

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rickybaby · 5 months

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Laila I hard agree with your tags RE: Italiano leaving. I’ve seen people joke that Danny must have fucked his girlfriend or something but I don’t think it’s anything personal (in that way)

If I had to guess I’d say it was something big, maybe business/money related. I kind of hoped Daniel just realized what a shit trainer Michael was (I can rant on his bs practices all day, but he pushes some unsustainable and sometimes outright dangerous ideas like extensive fasting, etc. etc. which have always rubbed me the wrong way). BUT I think in reality Daniel hasn’t really acknowledged/processed how NOT OKAY that whole McLaren stint was for him. He still talks to Zak, all the McLaren mechanics, friendly with Lando and Oscar, so if it was just “Michael let him down and wasn’t putting his best interests first in McLaren” I think Danny would have just let it go.

One thing he’s not stupid about though, is his money/business (and also, what a lot of people don’t acknowledge, his privacy). We don’t really hear a lot about Danny post-season. So I feel maybe the fall out had to do with Italiano going on podcast after podcast talking about Daniel and then also (presumably) raking in money for it. Again, all allegedly completely-just-going-from-my-own-vibes, Michael Italiano do not sue me

I do think there was a catalyst that led to their break-up sometime after the last race last year, because if I remember correctly, Jack (Doohan) had mentioned that Michael would be training him for F2 while still working with Daniel during his year off. But then, this never happened and MI ended up going to AT. All I'm saying is, whether something happened or someone sat Daniel down and talked to him about it, Daniel on his own would never have realised how harmful whatever MI preached was. And i think whatever it was, really hit Daniel hard because every time he's talked about coming back this year, whether it's the lone wolf comment or other things, he's constantly talked about how he's approaching training differently and how he's realised prioritising his recovery and rest is important.

Regarding your comment about whether Michael wasn't putting Daniel's interests first at Mclaren, I think a lot of people got the same impression, especially if you go by his comments on his Pitstop appearance this year. The way he framed it kind of implied that he was annoyed at Daniel's decision to take a year off and there was the implication that this derailed his own career and aspirations, which fair enough.

But coming to whether it could have been money/business-related, I feel like this is more like it. You do get the impression he was more in it for the money and the fame. Forget the part about dming girls and the cheating allegations, but the side-hustle part of it?? With the F1 season getting more and more hectic and trainers like Brad and Angela leaving because they can't keep up with the strain and time demand of the new calendar, how can you have the time to dedicate to other private clients? To me, it just means you're not really giving your 100% to the driver you are meant to support. Then, there was the mask debacle thing in 2020, his whole 'merch' collection and the way he continued to make money off his posts of Yuki this year.

And then the privacy thing - I know just because Daniel looks like such an open guy that people don't realise how private he is. Even during the whole mclaren debacle, not one person from his side ran their mouth in the press when you constantly have the family or friends of other drivers making snide comments or liking posts they shouldn't. And then, there's mr. Italiano making appearances in dodgy podcasts and obviously whatever he says, people are bound to take it as him meaning it about daniel because that's who they associate him with. And then the whole leaking of his private medical info, coming after the one and sole sighted interaction of theirs must have come as such a betrayal to Daniel

#just randomly remembered that in one of those mclaren videos from 2021 of what a formula driver eats in a day MI signed one of the meal plan #as director??? like who the hell do you think you are??#it just feels like he was always in it for making his own name rather than being the support act he was hired to be #and it's not like he wasn't getting paid well #apparently the figures leaked from daniel's renault contract showed that renault was paying daniel 100k for physio and medical expenses and #im sure MI was getting quite a fair share of that #if daniel was not personally paying him more on top of that #yeah anyway whatever happened between them was HUGE for them to apparently not even look at each other anymore #tagging it in case people have this drama filtered out #michael italiano #anon.txt

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flymmsy · 3 months

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On Repeat Playlist Tag Game

Rules: Shuffle your repeat playlist 10 times and tag 10 people. Tagged by @say-lene! :)

I’m about to be exposed for my terrible taste in music so here goes. To make this more fun for y’all - under each song I will give my Durgetash-flavored assessment, even for songs which absolutely do not fit at all.

Tagging: @defira85 @memaidraws @asteriasfallingstarsandtears @laubritter @neko-rhapsodos @sleepykitty21 @durgeteriormotives @jellymellydraws @abyssalaerlocke (y’all might’ve already been tagged sorry if so!!)

9/10 starting strong. I actually think this fits Durgetash quite well especially with Gortash's built-myself-from-nothing narrative.

7/10 durgetash rating - this is kind of like the song that they both wish they could feel about each other. Like "yea I wanna be the dude who can kiss you all sweet but if we don't rip each other apart in bed Im gonna get lobotomized so"

Oh man I hate that this is here and I'm really not big on Shawn Mendes because he's a little too bubblegum for me but this song is catchy. 8/10 Durgetash rating due to the lyrics - a dark cover of this song would fit durgetash perfectly. Its essentially "I can't believe my murder girlfriend keeps dragging me into the sewers but damn she's hot"

11/10 Durgetash rating. 10/10 for the lyrics and +1 because Enver Gortash loves Panic! At The Disco.

So yea I'm a musical fan and yes this is a durgetash song for me. Let me sell you on the vision first. Durge gets lobotomized and Orin tells Enver and he immediately wants to blow the whole plan to shit because the love of his life is gone but then the whole ass Church of Bane is like nah just like drink her away my guy and so the Banites Party Hard (tm) and Enver is like fine I'll stick with the plan but he's dead inside. 10/10

10000/10 Durgetash rating. My sister Orin says 'Oh she's just being bhaalspawn.' (is this the most embarrassing song that could ever come up? you betcha.)

This is definitely The Vibe for them. 10/10 just Durgetash being nasty. Check yourself for whiplash from the last one.

I wanted to say like 5/10 but "I don't want to keep secrets just to keep you" got me like hmmmm. Also "he looks up grinning like a devil." hmmmmmm. So I'll give it a 9/10 under one condition: default Dragonborn Durge would have to be in the music video for this in a white frilly dress.

This could probably really fit some people's Durges but it doesn't fit my idea of Durge so I'm only gonna give it a 2/10 durgetash rating. However? Orin could rock the shit out of this vibe. 10/10 Orin song.

15/10 Durgetash song. Hot as fuck, could fit both pre and post tadpole. Even mentions a priest. Strong ending.

That's all folks!

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I’m interested how Cal and Chip will comment on the disabled comments on their podcast, I think it’ll be really telling. I’m hoping they won’t condone it like they’ve purposely misrepresented the Danny Aaron’s hate on their recent episode—they don’t really do their research and just reduce it to a “hate train because they’re getting successful” and Chip’s comment about “you can’t make me hate him” even tho some of the hate is because of how Danny tested his girlfriend is actually crazy—anyways, I think if they defend Jack and the others (tho it was mostly Jack) then I think they’ll get pulled in and shown to have sus opinions on things. But I’m here for CalFreezy hate train, can’t stand him and idk how some people like him, there’s just something about him that feels off balance but I can’t put my finger on it—but I usually base my feelings on someone on how comfortable I’d feel leaving my drink alone with them, if you get my drift, and he’s definitely someone I wouldn’t leave it alone with. On a vastly different end of the creative spectrum, I’d absolutely leave my drink alone with James Acaster and Greg Davies, love them—nothing to do with YouTube but I’m currently watching Taskmaster lmaoo

I feel like it'll be telling in the fact that:

Cal and Chip won't give a fuck.

Imo, I haven't seen that much hate on Jack n Cole... That may be because I'm not on TikTok, but the fact it's not transferred to any other platforms - like YouTube or Twitter - tells me that there's not been enough of a reaction for either: a) Jack n Cole to get cancelled or shamed into an apology or b) Cal n Chip to address it and have to defend or slander them

(actually, just looked at Jack Joseph's top comments on most recent vids:

I stand corrected, ppl are deffo after Jack's ass, not so much Cole's (which seems valid considering Cole didn't contribute to it that much, he just sorta allowed it to happen :/ )

Thing is though, Cal (and Chip - gna j say Cal tho considering im pretty sure he RUNS runs the whole podcast business stuff) is the one who gives Jack and Cole a platform...

And by addressing that clip, Cal + his podcast face backlash for giving Jack a platform and/or supporting him, which bffr - means Cal probs isn't gna address it.

I could see Chippo bringing it up for shiggles, but I Can't see them genuinely discussing it... Especially given that Chip would probs agree or make a similar joke

I do however agree w Calfreezy disliking. Not sure why, but I'm just not a fan of new-era Calfreezy. 2020 and prior? He was bae! 2020 and forwards? Not so much.

I feel like the business-ification of previous likeable, internet "stars" makes them easy to hate bc suddenly you see this genuine, funny, likeable person turn into a shilling, fake, power-plant corporate disingenuous and sorta unrecognisable character.

Like Cal's become with his podcast business...

Like JJ's become with Misfits and Prime...

(that's all the examples i have on the tip of my tongue ngl)

And the "dodgy vibe" you get from Freezy is so very real. He just feels like... like he doesn't understand women. He has a gf - good for him n all - but like, I feel like he deffo sees women very differently to how he sees men - but in a very distorted way which isn't normal.

Bit of a waffle on this one but idc, i discuss things i find interesting and this is one of them

#WAFFLE!!#jack joseph #cole anderson #low iq podcast #calfreezy #theburntchip

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twoidiotwriters1 · 9 months

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Four months after Ara makes the biggest decision of her life, her adoptive brother, Percy, goes missing with no explanation. In the midst of struggling to come to terms with her new responsibilities and the way she's perceived around camp, Ara meets Leo.

Birth is a Curse and Existence is a Prison

Thanks for Checking in! I'm Still a Piece of Garbage

Mom? Pick Me up, the Kids are being Mean

I'm Straight-Up Not Having a Good Time

Memory Lane Has Too Many Stops and I Keep Getting Carsick

Mom Gives Her Silliest Battles to Her Most Tragic Clowns

Save Money on Valentine's Day, Become Unlovable

I Commit a Hate Crime

I Handle It Like a Champ

Just Because I Have Fashion Sense Doesn't Mean I Have Common Sense

I'm The Whole Dam Circus

You Killed My T-Rex, Prepare to Die

I Need Emotional Support

Horrors Beyond YOUR Comprehension, I Comprehend Them Just Fine

No I Don't Make Sense, Stop Asking

I Miss Ten Seconds Ago When I Didn't Know This Guy Existed

Never Been More Offended by Something I 100% Agree With

The Risk I Took was Calculated, but I'm sooo Bad at Math

Why Am I Still Here? Just to Suffer?

My Fiance Threatens to Set Us on Fire

Prodigal Assholes Return

They Had Us in The First Half, Not Gonna Lie

I Hope This Doesn't Awaken Anything in Me

Disappointed but Not Surprised

If You Need Me, I'll Be In a Bad Mood

Leo Survives the Vibe Check

I Don't Have High Hopes but I Think Leara Should Be Our Ship Name

Teen Girls Experience the Horrors of Liking Boys

Not the Reunion You Wanted but the Reunion I Needed

It's Been (0) Days Since I Almost Died

In My Defense, I Was Left Unsupervised

I Ask My Bestie for Advice on the Stupid Thing I Did Already

The Slowest Slow-burn Becomes a Wild-fire

I'm Sorry I'm This Way, I Was (Mostly) Raised by Other Children

This Barbie is Consumed by Guilt

Kinda Want to Kiss Him, Kinda Want to Push Him Into Traffic

We Ran Out of Chill Pills

They'll Get Over It, They Just Gotta Be Dramatic First

Fates' First Mistake Was Giving Me a Body, the Second? A Will

Teenage Boy Experiences Worst Nightmare (Meeting His Girlfriend's Dad)

Source(s): Dude, Trust Me

Local Dumbass Knew What She Was Getting Into and Did It Anyways

It Got Too Fluffy, I Had to Do Something About That

Last Update: Nov 28th, 2023 by Danny

Book two: The Curse of Oenone, coming soon!

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Okay I know this post will gain absolutely zero traction but the more I think about it the more I want to cry about it??

slight spoilers for one of the character arcs in Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre ahead,,,

So I saw Operation Fortune: Ruse de Guerre in the cinema today. I was alone, it was reasonably full, the film technically only opened two days ago, and it's wider release isn't for another week, but I had time to kill and it was the only thing that piqued my interest. It sits in an interesting spot tonally, comparative, I'd say, to Netflix Exclusive Michael Bay movie 6 Underground, though to use a more recent marker I'd drop it somewhere near Bullet Train (though it's definitely much closer to 6 Underground). All this context to say that I went into this Jason Statham-lead espionage action movie with zero expectations and almost completely blind.

So please believe me when I say I was truly blindsided with joy to have canonical, casual queer representation in this Jason Statham-lead espionage action movie.

Maybe it's that I don't watch a lot of media now, but it's something I noticed while watching Glass Onion too, both with Benoit and Hugh Grant (ha, put a pin in that) and especially with the character of Peg, and it makes me a bit teary and excited when I think about it. There's something to be said for how far we've come, to the point that Casual Queer Rep is even possible. There's something about watching Peg get all flustered talking to Helen and knowing that it's because she has a crush, without it having to be flagged, spelled out, or otherwise othered by the film or its writing.

It's normalised.

Which I know shouldn't be a big deal, but right now, to me, it is. I didn't realise I could feel this way; to see a full character who just so happens to be gay, where the plot doesn't revolve around her being gay, but that part of her identity is still made clear?? I love Peg so much holy shit.

But Glass Onion is the second in a series that has established itself as a forerunner for casual diversity. Let me tell you about how Operation Fortune made me want to YELL in theatres.

It's the 8th of January, and it might be a bit early to call it, but Danny Francesco might be my favourite character of the year.

Is he perfect? God no, he's objectively not a great person; he's sleeping with his sister-in-law, he's a Hollywood diva, he's demanding, and he (spoilers, seriously) ends up engaged to a war criminal. Who happens to be the main antagonist. Who happens to be Hugh Grant. Danny is the light of my life, however, and I love him with my whole heart.

So in the beginning we're told that Danny turned down $10m because he didn't want to jump out of Greg (Hugh Grant)'s cake and sing Happy Birthday; whatever, I thought, Greg is a rich, eccentric with an obsession with celebrities, and Danny is the biggest star right now, I shouldn't read anything into it because Sometimes Rich People Just Do Things For Status Reasons. We're also told, and subsequently shown, Greg tries to take celebrity's partners/girlfriends. Cue Sarah (Aubrey Plaza) in a bright red dress that I will dream about for the next month.

Also, in the scene where Danny, Sarah, and Orson (Jason Statham) are joining the fancy party, there's some distinctly fruity vibes between the three of them, but I'm not here to push my Orson/Sarah/Danny polycule agenda, just know that I have one.

So obviously Greg is excited to see Danny, but later makes a Very Distinct Pass at Sarah, inviting both her and Danny to stay with him for the weekend, with an implied Wink Wink Nudge Nudge.

While they end up taking him up on that offer, Danny, who started the film having refused Greg's Rich Weirdo Request, and now having to spend time with him for the job, finds that he actually genuinely likes Greg, who appears to genuinely like him back, doting on him, even giving him gifts.

When Danny says to Sarah "(I'm paraphrasing, about Greg) he's really into you! If you don't take him up on his offer then I might!" my eyeballs were Out Of My Head. Like sure it sounds like a joke that would be written in to simply highlight Danny's materialism, a whole 'gay for pay' joke, something about his vanity, or even just an offhand joke that I might hear one of my straight friends who were super comfortable and confident in their sexuality say about their best friends, I was So primed for this to be something that the audience could laugh off or dismiss in hindsight. Like in my mind that solidified my headcanon of Danny as bi, but I was so used to queerbaiting and years of being told I was reading into things.

So as the plot continues, Danny's fondness for Greg goes on, turns into something incredibly genuine, and looking back, he clearly has a hero-worship crush on Greg by the end of the film.

The last shot we see of Danny and Greg is the pair of them getting into an elevator after Greg pulls a stone cold power move on the films secondary antagonists, which he had Danny assist with for flare after Danny asked specifically to stay with him for that event. In the elevator, Danny tells Greg that that was "the coolest thing he's ever seen someone do" and that's the last we physically see of them.

HOWEVER!! THE ICING!! THE CHERRY!!

At the very end of the film, one of the protagonists mentions how he's gone into the film industry, and the response he gets is;

"You better not be talking about Danny Francesco and his fiancee Greg Simmonds!"

an accurate depiction of me as the credits began to roll;

WE WIN THESE!!

BOTH DANNY AND GREG ARE CANONICALLY BI/PAN IN THIS JASON STATHAM-LEAD ESPIONAGE ACTION MOVIE IN THE YEAR OF OUR LORD 2023!! THEY BOTH LIVE UNTIL THE END!! THEY'RE ENGAGED!! THEY'RE BOTH ABSOLUTE DISASTERS!! THEY'RE BOTH FULL, ROUNDED CHARACTERS WHO HAPPEN TO BE QUEER!!

I get choked up thinking about it now, considering how quietly overwhelmed I felt in the theatre realising that Danny and Greg's comments and moments throughout the film weren't some elaborate joke, the dialogue that reminds me of my friends, the moments that felt true to my life as a queer person, they werent the setup for any kind of homophobic mixup, miscommunication, or microaggression; no, I finally, actually felt like I saw a part of myself, of my community represented in media.

Everyone in that movie is terrible in their own way, but Danny and Greg just happened to be terrible people who are also queer. Are they perfect representation? No! Thank fuck! I think we deserve more dumbass, disaster, unethical queers in media.

Even if I don't necessarily recommend this movie (it's pretty okay if you're a fan of the genre I suppose), I subjectively love it and especially it's characters, with my whole entire heart.

Danny Francesco is canonically a dumbass, bi disaster who fell for his sugar daddy, war criminal Hugh Grant. Good for him. It's what he deserves. 🥰🥰🥰

#operation fortune ruse de guerre #operation fortune #ruse de guerre #danny francesco #greg simmonds #hugh grant #greg x danny #danny operation fortune #greg operation fortune #josh hartnett #knives out #knives out glass onion #glass onion #peg glass onion #peg knives out #lgbtq #lgbt #lgbtqplus #fortunate ops

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tomboy014 · 2 years

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How Maddie (the cat) Makes Vlad Masters a Better Person

a.k.a. This Man Will Have Character Growth Even if it Kills Me

I feel like Maddie, the cat, is the first thing that Vlad has ever genuinely (rather than obsessively) cared about. He watches TV with her, talks to her, praises her, and every time we see that cat on screen, she’s a happy cat. So, it seems that Vlad is a responsible pet owner at the very least. It’s the first thing besides himself that he’s ever had to take care of, and more importantly, wants to take care of. And a lot of couples invest in a pet before they commit to having kids together, so here’s how I think Maddie, the cat, can cause Vlad to become a better person overall.

It’s a typical day in Amity Park except Dani is back in town. The reason why isn’t especially important, but Vlad finds out and fights Danny who just wants to keep his “cousin” safe and away from Vlad. Maybe they’re close to Vlad’s house, maybe she’d gotten outside, but during the fight, Maddie (the cat) comes into view. Danny is busting a gut to find out that Vlad caved and got a lonely guy cat, while Vlad is simultaneously embarrassed and concerned. Ghost fights are dangerous; he doesn’t want her getting hit by a stray blast. But Dani? Despite her apparent age, she’s technically only months old, and there is a cute, fluffy kitty right there. Like any small child, Dani rushed forward to pet the kitty, and Maddie, like any cat being rushed by a small grabby, child, runs to Vlad who scoops her up in his arms.

“Is that your cat?”

“Why... yes. Yes, it is. Would you like to pet the nice kitty?”

Vlad is fully aware that he’s giving off creepy-man-in-a-van vibes but doesn’t care and uses Maddie to lure Dani back to his Manor. There’s nothing Danny can do about it; Danielle’s a willing participant, and just to make sure Danny can’t stop him, Vlad activates the house’s ghost shield once he and Dani are inside. Danny is stuck outside, helpless to do anything. As soon as Danny flies off, Vlad drops the shield. Danielle would have bolted as soon as she noticed she was trapped if she wasn’t so distracted by the cat. Vlad needs to play his cards very carefully to convince her to stay.

Meanwhile, Danny is freaking the fuck out! Vlad has Dani! Who knows what kind of sick, twisted experiments he has planned for her this time?! No one besides himself, Sam, Tucker and Val even know she exists, so if she’s killed or disappears, no one will ever know. He needs to do something, anything, and he needs to do it fast. Something that’ll keep her safe the same way he and Vlad hold each other’s secret identities over their heads. It’s a hell of a gamble, and it could end up even more dangerous for Dani if things go wrong, but he’s panicking, and it’s the fastest way to make sure she’s known, and it’s the only idea his panic-stricken brain can come up with right now.

He tells his parents. After all, it’s crazy that Vlad’s a dad now, right?

As fast as Jack can drive them over, and Jack and Maddie are kicking down Vlad’s door (with Danny in tow), boxes of baby clothes in hand, to congratulate Vlad. They didn’t even know he had a girlfriend, let alone that they were expecting! But instead of a newborn, they see a tweenage Dani trying to grab the cat that just dove under the couch. Vlad, thankfully, is a much better liar than Danny and cobbles together a story about an ex-girlfriend, a hidden pregnancy, and the lawyer who found Vlad after her death to take custody of their daughter. Meet Danielle Masters.

Suddenly, the GAV full of baby clothes and gear they pulled from storage is no longer appropriate, but Maddie and Jack are still excited to meet her. They just can’t believe that his ex never told him he had a daughter, but they can’t fault Vlad for not being involved in her life. Until a few months ago, it was like she never existed.

They try to get to know her, but it’s like talking to a brick wall. They ask to see her room, but it doesn’t say much either. Vlad had stripped it after Dani left the first time, so all that’s really left is a twin-size bed in green and gold like the rest of the house. But she’s not a Packer’s fan, she’s not a space fan like Vlad wanted, there’s nothing to indicate that a little girl ever lived here at all.

So, Maddie kneels down and asks, “What sort of things do you like?”

“Maddie! That’s our cat!”

The name gets a lot of side eye from human Maddie, but thankfully, he’s had that “sister’s cat” excuse in his back pocket for a while now.

“Just... haven’t gotten around to changing the name.”

Danny glibly suggests, “How about Fruit Loop?”

“Nah.” Dani says, “I like Corn Flakes better.”

The Fenton’s and Dani run through different cereals for name ideas, because why not? It’s not like they could give his cat a normal name. The closest one to normal, Marshmallow, was suggested by Jack, so Vlad immediately shuts it down.

Finally, Vlad shouts, “Cheerio! If it must be a cereal, then Cheerio.”

“That’s a cute name for a cat!” Maddie says. If Maddie likes it, then it’s the cat’s new name.

The next day, the Fenton’s return with boxes of Jazz and Danny’s old clothes for Danielle along with some new bedding and the biggest, fluffiest comforter ever covered in kitty-cats and yarn balls. It’s the first thing Dani’s ever been given based on what she likes and not what she’s supposed to like. She loves it!

Somewhere between the store and Masters’ manor, Jack has let the entire town know that Mayor Masters has a daughter. Reporters beat down his door all day long trying to get the scoop. Now that the public is aware of Dani, Vlad can’t do anything to her without causing a stir, and if she goes missing, there’ll be a massive manhunt for the mayor’s daughter. Dani’s untouchable. Still, it wasn’t a perfect plan. After all, Vlad still has Dani in his custody, and the public bought his sob story about his made-up ex, but it’s a decent measure of protection. And if she needs to, she can always run to Aunt Maddie and Uncle Jack. Not Danny’s best plan, but it works.

It’s not a total loss on Vlad’s end, either. Sure, he can’t do anything untoward to Dani without the risk of it making it to the press, but he has her. Now that he’s a “dad,” his approval ratings as mayor have shot up. If he can show Maddie he’s a better caretaker than Jack, she’ll be all the more inclined to bring Jazz and Danny to him once he gets Jack out of the picture. He can still use this situation to his advantage.

But within a day, he discovered the one major flaw in his plan: he has no idea how to be a parent.

For the next few weeks, it’s just madness at the Masters’ residence. Dani won’t eat any of the foods Vlad enjoys; it tastes like feet. She won’t eat anything he cooks, so it’s a lot of take out and fast food, which he knows isn’t good for either of them. She’s always controlled her own poor (in every sense of the word) diet and fights Vlad every change he’s trying to make to it. She won’t eat a single vegetable, refuses to eat anything he cooks, and he knows she’s doing it just to be difficult since she has no problem eating anything the Fenton’s put in front of her.

She has no problem saying whatever she wants to the press just shy of giving away their halfa status. Where did she live before? The streets. Who’s her mother? Doesn’t have one. Where does she go to school? Doesn’t go. It’s a constant PR nightmare.

Some hastily forged paperwork and a few overshadowed officials later, and Vlad manages to get her enrolled in the top private school in the area. She immediately starts acting out. Guidance counselors and the principal are calling him at least once a week to discuss her behavior, missing assignments, and how far behind she is compared to her classmates. At the very least, Danny managed to convince her that going to school was an important part of maintaining her human disguise.

Dani is miserable. She’s always relied on her anonymity for protection, but now, she’s been thrown in the spotlight, a place she wants to be in a little as Vlad does. She has to sit in school for hours listening to adults talk at her about things she has no clue about. People with stupid cameras are always in her face. She hates it! And at home, Vlad still tries to bait her into the lab using Cheerio, but she figured out she can shake the treat bag, and Cheerio will bolt back upstairs. She is NOT on speaking terms with Danny. Vlad won’t let Val near the mansion. And her new aunt and uncle just keep spewing things like “it’ll get better” and “give him a chance.” At least they come with cookies, but if she has to be miserable then Vlad does too.

Vlad, far from proving what a capable parent he is, has called the Fenton’s every day for advice. He’s at his wit’s end and wondered more than once if getting rid of her would be worth the scandal. He’s starting to think it would if it gets him his old life back.

Until the Guys in White show up.

They bumble their way through Amity Park, as usual, still unable to even capture the Box Ghost. But while the GIW are incompetent, Dani is overconfident and inexperienced. She’s captured by Agents O and K, so excited to finally have a test subject for their questionable and painful experiments. She’s terrified, begging to be let go. She’s just a little girl, but they ignore her and throw her in the back of one of their vans.

Vlad. Goes. APE SHIT.

Vlad’s full fury descends upon the GIW, and he cuts a bloody swath through them, nearly taking out a city block, the idea of collateral damage gone out the window. Finally, he stomps through the wreckage, tears the back off the van, pulls a terrified Dani into his arms, and they vanish.

The entire flight home, Dani still in his arms, they’re silent. Without a word, he deposits her into her bedroom and retreats into the lab as they both try to process what just happened.

There was no reason for him to do what he did. She was disposable. Expendable. A flawed creation he’d had no problem writing off before. He gained nothing by saving her. He’d just been contemplating getting rid of her. Now, he’d just made himself a greater target for the GIW. So why had he done it? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?

Why?

Things are still quiet at breakfast, but Dani put her dishes in the sink and went to school without a fuss. She ate dinner without a fight. For the next few days, it’s tense, but it’s calm. Until one night, Dani started talking at the dinner table, timidly at first, but she shared some fact or tidbit that had caught her interest at school that day. It was nothing that Daniel had ever been interested in; honestly, it wasn’t even something he hadn’t known before, and didn’t elicit much more than an “Oh, really?” What was he supposed to say? But she did the same thing again the next night, and the next, so he decides to reciprocate and tell her about some of the more innocuous things that happened at the office. A meeting with the department heads. Quarterly sales results. It’s met with little more than a shrug and an “okay” or “cool,” but he supposes it’s something.

Things carry on like this until the night Dani shares a fact so bizarre it can’t possibly be true, but Becky from science class swears that it is. Balderdash! They’re going to his personal library right now to look it up. And, of course, Vlad is right. After all, what did Becky from science class know? But it leads them down a rabbit hole of tangents and different subjects until they get too close to one that would require an explanation of the birds of the bees and Vlad is certainly not ready for that conversation, so stop bothering him and do your homework or something. And she does.

It's not much, but it’s the first time they’ve connected, really connected, and shared something, even if it was just a shared disdain of that know-it-all Becky. It was a start, and from there, it was easier to talk to her. She’d share something she’d learned at school; they’d pour through books in his library learning more about it. Meals started to become not just tolerable but pleasant and graduated up to nutritious, if still simple, foods. The two of them start becoming a regular fixture at the local library to expand into new subjects. There was a disappointing lack of books on dinosaurs in Vlad’s personal collection. It could almost be said that they’re starting to enjoy each other’s company. Almost. As they spend more and more time with each other, Vlad is starting to see Dani for who she is rather than Danny’s shadow.

She’s loves to learn and soaks up knowledge like a sponge with a mind for chemistry and science like few he’s ever seen. However, she is no longer allowed to do experiments without adult supervision, and no, the vultures do not count! After they put the kitchen fire out, he got Danielle her own lab coat, goggles, and a step stool down in the lab. She also got a very long lecture on proper lab safety.

She has a sharp wit and is a master of sarcasm. He didn’t yet trust Ms. Gray to babysit without knowing just how much she knew, so he’d been forced to drag Danielle to a company function. But he’d rather enjoyed watching her tear into Mrs. Henderson, especially after all the unsolicited parenting advice she’d been bombarding him with. He should bring her to more company functions.

As for Dani, she’s got three new grandpas who’ll ramble on all day if you let them. Just never take them at their word. She learned that the hard way the vultures are not reliable sources after she got an F on her history paper. And she’s got “Uncle” Skulker teaching her how to hunt. She’s caught Vlad more than once in one of their traps. After all, his only rule was no trapping the cat. Like she’d do that to Cheerio, but Vlad is fair game. From there, Vlad and Skulker start training her to fight. Vlad teaches her to dance to prepare for future company functions. He said it’s “good publicity.”

Vlad eventually relaxes a bit and even lets Valerie come over and babysit her on occasion. She doesn’t really need it, but it lets Val come over and hang out. Last time, they made a pillow fort and watched Jurassic Park. She could totally make her own Jurassic Park. Vlad said it was a bad idea and even got Skulker to come over to try and talk sense to her, but instead it turned into a lesson on zoo design, enclosure sizing and animal enrichment. So yeah, she’s gonna make her own Jurassic Park. She even got Vlad to let the pillow fort stay up for three days after she used the puppy-dog eyes Val taught her.

And before Vlad knows it, two years have passed. She’s doing well in school, has friends, and has started going by “Ellie,” though he’s not sure how he feels about that. And sure, maybe there’s occasionally some small, infinitesimal bit of pride he feels whenever he catches Ellie copying his mannerisms. They still have the occasional spat, but nothing as bad their first month.

Ellie’s room has since been fully decorated and is covered with posters, books, plushies and whatever else has caught her interest. She’s made it hers. Though the condition she keeps it in is a constant point of contention. How a child that small makes a mess that large is a mystery he’ll never figure out, let alone how it seems to follow her throughout the house.

It’s been ages since he’s tried to coerce Danny into being his son and even longer since he’s tried to destroy Jack. Parenting is exhausting, and while he is by no means a great parent, he’s gotten better. He begrudgingly accepted Jack’s “Daddy-Daughter Bonding for Dummies,” but he’s read it. He definitely took Maddie up on her offer to have “the talk” with Ellie once she hit puberty. They still both tore into Vlad about curfews and sleep schedules when they saw Ellie out past midnight. He’s still not going to give her a curfew; it’s asinine. He just told her to phase in invisibly if he’s got late night company again.

He’s even been dating Harriet Chin. She’d been reduced to writing fluff pieces for a small paper after losing her job with the Milwaukee Journal, but she’s determined to claw her way back up to the top. And for her, that meant getting an interview with Vlad about his daughter. He couldn’t help but admire her drive and ambition, and she kept him on his toes during their interview. It wasn’t long until he offered her a position at Dalv and not long after that they started dating. He’s not sure how far the relationship will go. After all, he’s not trusting enough to tell her any of his secrets just yet (but she figured out he was Plasmius a while ago). It’s been nice.

Plus, she hates Jack and that’s always a plus in his book.

It’s far from the perfect family he’d envisioned for himself all those years ago, but it’s his, and he’d be remiss if he didn’t admit that for all is strangeness and imperfections, he loves it. This is the happiest he’s been in years. And all because he finally caved and got a lonely guy cat.

#I don't think vlad understands his own obsession #he doesn't want maddie or vengeance #what he craves is connection #maddie jack and danny are the last ones he felt connected to #he just needs to make some new attachments #let dani have a dinosaur phase!#danny phantom #vlad plasmius #vlad masters #dani phantom #dani fenton #ellie phantom #long post

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Chapter 9: Best Laid Plans

Daniel gets a bit more than he bargained for on his walk with Jack and Nico...

October 18th, 2042

“Alright Danny,” Nico called out to me as we started our walk down the trail. “So, Jack filled me in on what’s goin on while you were eatin breakfast. I see you fancy yourself a lady’s man, huh?”

I just.. Stared at her. “Don’t do that, you don’t talk like that.”

“What?? Come on man! I just wanna help my best friend find the love of his life.”

“We’ve talked a total of one whole time. Look, I appreciate what you’re… what I think you’re trying to do. Sure, Leah may be… beautiful and.. super cool and… ah, anyway, my point is, I just met her for the first time yesterday! I can’t be going off trying to be all suave and shit, that’s not how that works!”

“Well hell, Daniel, why not? This is the time of our lives where we’re supposed to be doin stuff like that man! Goin out, discoverin who we are! Dating, or, whatever!”

I shot a glance at Jack, who seemed to recoil into himself. God, there was no way I was taking dating advice from either of these two.

“So quit bein a bitch! You aren’t gonna gain anything if you just sit around waitin for it to happen! You gotta make it happen!”

I let out a chuckle, “Yeah, well, as much as I appreciate the speech, I don’t have time for a girlfriend anyway. I’ve got a lot goin on. Like.. finding Maria.”

I could feel the tension in the air as soon as I said her name. They missed her just as much as I did. I knew that well enough. Hell, you’d almost think she was their sister too with the way we all got on so well. As much as she was a pain in my ass, I’d give anything to see her come home.

“Danny,” Nico put a hand on my shoulder, “I don’t wanna sound pessimistic. I wanna find her too, but…”

“Nico. Please,” I didn’t want a repeat of the conversation Cyrus and I had the other night. Not now. “Can we just… focus on something else, please?” The last thing I wanted was to start a fight, especially with Nico.

Nico just solemnly nodded, “Yeah. Okay. I just want you to know that, you ain’t alone lookin. I’m sure Jack would agree, if you need help, you can always come to us about anything. Hell, I’ll sneak out the house in the middle of the night if it means bringin that little rascal home.”

Jack just nodded, “Yeah, what Nico said. Writing her off as dead never sat right with me. I get why they did it but something about the whole situation felt… off.”

“It was weird!” I actually got a bit excited knowing they were on my side about the whole thing. “And, a few weeks ago, I found a receipt from this cafe not too far from our house. It was stuffed in our mailbox! At first, I thought nothing of it, except for the weird M on it. So I took it inside, and after a bit of digging, it was her handwriting!”

“Whoa,” Jack was dumbfounded, clearly written all over his face, “But wait a sec, she was able to make it to your house and put that in your mailbox? Why didn’t she come to you to say anything?”

“Maybe someone was watchin her,” Nico chimed in, “Maybe she only had a small amount of time and.. Did the only thing she could think to do. Maybe she just took a leap of faith.”

“Hopefully her faith wasn’t misplaced,” I mumbled, taking in a breath to try and calm myself down, “But the weirdest thing… I went to check the place out, and it was burned to the ground! Not to mention, some creepy dude started talkin to me… Said somethin about not knowing what sorts of shady characters are out there. He gave me bad vibes.”

“You don’t think…?”

“I dunno, Nico,” I admitted, “Maybe he took her… maybe, I actually ran into the guy who took Maria that day… and if that’s the case… how close is she? Is she still in Stratos?”

“If she is,” Jack put his hand on my shoulder, “We’ll find her. Maybe we can use that computer we found in the junkyard! We should give it a more thorough look, who knows what we missed? Maybe we’ll get lucky and there’s gonna be like.. A bunch of cameras or something.”

“That sounds like wishful thinking on the camera part, but that’s a good start!” I could feel my blood starting to pump. This was happening… things were getting exciting! Could I really… Could WE really find Maria?

“Hell yeah! We’re gonna be detectives!” Nico sounded excited about the idea. “When we get back, we’ll check it out! Start lookin over things we might’ve missed!” But then she started to look around. “Uh oh… I think we might’ve strayed too far from camp. Maybe we should head back.”

Jack and I both looked around. Damn, had we been walking for that long already? We both mumbled in agreement as we started to make our way back toward camp. We’d have time to plan out the finer details later anyway, right?

Things were really looking up for us. Maria, I swear, I’m bringing you home. That’s a promise.

I took a look over the edge of the trail we walked on. The ravine was pretty deep, and a little imposing from this angle. I wondered if I’d even survive a fall from that height.

“Daniel, watch where you’re walking!” I heard Nico’s voice before I heard the sound of cracking dirt under my feet.

And the ground.. gave out.

#Hero's Dawn Arc #Daniel POV

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A night out turns into a nonconsensual gangbang 1of4

My heart pounded with excitement as I turned on the water to shower. It had been months since I've been with any one other than Danny and his friends.

A guy named Xavier asked me out.

I met Xavier on MySpace. He wasn't the typical guy I went out with, for one, he was black and two he seemed really nice. Had a bit of thuggish vibe about him that I didn't think was a problem.

I've definitely been fucked by that type before, I just have never been on a date with one.

Sixteen years old and even though I was extremely sexually active, I still was in search of that one special guy.

I didn't know too much about Xavier, just that he said he was 19 and had dropped out of school and was working full time.

I wasn't really worried about the date. I was however worried he'd be disappointed in my flat chest.

Xavier asked me if she wanted to

go to dinner. Xavier wanted it to be a

special night, like boyfriend and girlfriend instead of just a straight up fuck and dumb that I was already accustomed to by other guys.

So I wanted to dress special.

I spent the day shopping for just the right ensemble of clothes. I placed them neatly on the bed. A two-

piece black skirt and top; the skirt buttoned in the front and the top also, but it was slightly off the

shoulders and had a scoop front. I laid out the red thongs, and strapless red bra, a red garter, and black stockings.

I wanted to look sophisticated because he was older but I also wanted him to have access to me incase he wanted to play.

My outfit would give him access to my most intimate parts. In addition, I wore a choker with a small

gold charm.

By wearing this I hoped it would indicate to Xavier he owned me for

the night.

I finished my shower quickly, dried and pulled on the red thongs. The narrow strip of cloth in the back

separated my little ass cheeks nicely. Next I pulled the

garter around my hips, pulled on the stockings and attached them. Again checked myself in the mirror

and admired the way the black stocking made my legs look.

In addition, I liked the sharp contrast between the black stockings and the red thong. Next was the strapless bra with the pads. I looked at the fit in the mirror and hoped Xavier would be pleased with what he saw. I completed dressing, the skirt, then the top. I made

sure that the scoop top ran just along the top of my bra and the skirt was about three inches above my knees.

This was exactly the look I had hoped for, elegant, but accessible. I hoped Xavier would be pleased. The final touch was the choker. I placed the delicate ribbon around my neck. The choker was a thick, black ribbon

that fit snuggly around my neck. The gold medallion was about the size of a penny and secured to the ribbon by two small chains so that the medallion hung freely from

the ribbon. I lifted the medallion lightly with my fingers and felt the wetness start between my legs as

I changed my mindset from 16 years old to mature women.

Mature woman at least for the night out.

When I heard Xavier honk out side, I grabbed my coat and headed out to begin the night out.

As I walked towards his car I caught the large approving smile on Xavier's face as he stood waiting for me at the car door. Xavier opened my door for me and I felt his

hand quickly slip under the skirt and caress my ass as I bent slightly to sit down in the car.

Once Xavier was out of the driveway, his hand immediately went to my stocking covered thigh and slid slowly toward my cunt. As Xavier’s hand moved upward, he

lightly stroked the inside of my thigh through my stockings. Xavier pulled at the garter strap as his hand

moved past the stockings to bare skin only inches from my pussy. I moaned in anticipation. Xavier was

torturing me by being so gentle and slow with his advances. As Xavier’s hand was just lightly brushing the

thin material of my thong, I parted my legs slightly to provide him with better access. Xavier just continued to lightly stoke my pussy lips as he

drove, acting completely indifferent to my fidgeting.

I could feel my juices beginning to moisten the inside of my cunt and the faint hint of the odor of

sexual excitement in the car. Xavier wormed one finger under the side of my thong and inserted it just inside my now swollen pussy lips. He moved it up and down spreading my wetness from my asshole to my clit.

My eyes were closed and my breathing was more rapid and shallow when suddenly, Xavier withdrew his hand and placed it on the steering wheel. I looked at him

disappointed when he turned and directed her to pull her skirt up to her waist and her thong down to just her knees.

We were a few miles out with only the lights of passing cars present, so I felt comfortable as I tugged my skirt up and my thong down as he instructed. I immediately noticed the

cool air against the heat of my cunt and the softness of the leather seat of his lowrider Cadillac. As soon as I was prepared as instructed, he placed two fingers between my pussy lips and searched until he found my hard clit.

Xavier rubbed one side with one finger, then brought the other finger up and captured my erect bud between the two. He then began to squeeze and pull on my clit

working me into a heightened state of excitement.

I could feel my nipples hardening against the material. My wetness increased as Xavier increased the intensity of his attention on my

clit. Now I was wiggling my ass on the seat and pushing upward to feel his fingers even more. I laid my head back and brought my hands up to my nipples and began to massage them through the top. As

Xavier pinched my clit harder, I felt the first wave of an orgasm building. As I exploded in my first

orgasm, I threw my head from side to side and opened my eyes.

I was surprised to see that Xavier was beside a semi-truck and the driver was looking right down at my bare cunt with Xavier’s hand buried into me. I tried to push my skirt down, but gave up as my orgasm overcame me. As my orgasm subsided, Xavier sped away from the semi and down further

on the highway. I slumped in my seat, more excited than usual.

Xavier had accomplished getting me to cum just fifteen minutes of leaving the house.

My skirt and thong were unchanged since my orgasm. The cool air hitting my bare pussy made my clit rock hard and the moisture between my legs caused my pussy lips to matt together.

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These Vultures Burn - D.R. #3

Sugar Daddy!Daniel Ricciardo x Fem!Reader (Established Relationship)

Photo Credit: Pinterest

Format: Social Media

Summary: Who said that the process of soft launching a relationship would run smoothly?

A/N: Thank you to Sugar Daddy!Daniel anon for this ask! I loved working on every second of it. Title taken from the song Vultures by Asking Alexandria.

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yourusername NY → The Hamptons

chloestroll Babe I see what you're doing.

yourbestfriend Girl take me with you!!! 🤤

fan63 I demand a face reveal of your man before you get back to New York.

fan34 Those tattoos look familiar....🧐

Aug 3, 2023

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yourusername Take time to stop and smell the flowers. It's true that all good things must come to an end. August is no exception. They don't call it Fall for nothing.

💋 Gossip Girl (2007) 2x02

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fan85 This girl is me, laying in bed watching Gossip Girl drinking her Starbucks.

fan61 I really only follow Y/N for the aesthetic but I've been seeing so many photos of a tall, dark guy in her stories. I'm getting invested in who her mystery guy is.

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danielricciardo Thanks, NY, it's been a vibe.

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fan23 This gives confirmation that Daniel is seeing someone new. Anyone know who the girl is??

fan92 It's been more than a year since we've gotten even a hint of Daniel being in a relationship. If he's with someone new I'm happy for him, especially after last year.

fan74 This is a soft launch if I've ever seen one, and we know that his new girlfriend is from New York, or at least lives there.

fan36 Rumor is that Daniel's "new girl" isn't new. That they just haven't been official for long.

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danielricciardo Finally happy to be back in LA for some quality time with my girl.

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fan34 OMG Daniel actually tagged her IG.

fan82 Is it bad that I just liked her being a faceless girl without knowing she is a real person?

Dec 10, 2023

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yourusername Not like old times, but like new.

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fan39 Confirmed that this is Daniel's way of telling everyone off for believing in the rumors about him.

fan94 So... she's not his sugar baby??

fan47 The End of all of the rumors and speculation!!

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#SD!Danny Ric Series #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #dr3 x reader #dr3 imagine #formula 1 x reader #formula one imagine #formula 1 imagine #f1 social media au #social media au

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UNDER THE CANYON MOON

pairing: josh kiszka x female!reader warning(s): mostly fluff, just brief mentions of alcohol and sex word(s): 2k note: hi hi hi !! this is just a little something i wrote up the last couple of days with the inspiration of light my love, canyon moon by harry styles, and the interview where josh talked about road-tripping the u.s. last summer <3 i don’t write one shots often but let me know what you all think bc i might shuffle some more out soon lol. hope you all enjoy !! :)

The Los Angeles sun was hot, beating down onto the city basking in its late-summer hues. You parked your car on the street in Silver Lake and carried a bag of food and drink tray to the door of a recording studio, more than prepared to be swarmed by hungry boys who had been cooped up in the studio since five a.m. on the dot that morning. They had a breakthrough the night before with a new song, and after getting home and going to bed for a few hours, the creative juices started flowing again and they were back in the booth.

A windchime on the door sang as you pulled the door open and walked inside, greeting their manager who was at a table by the door.

“The boys here?”

“Down the hall,” he nodded, pointing a finger in the direction of the hallway. “They’re more rowdy than usual so be prepared,”

You laughed and turned down the hall, walking towards the studio. The walls were decorated with memorabilia of rock and roll greats and record plaques, and among them, you spotted a picture of the four boys with their Grammy award. It seemed like time had passed so quickly. They won the award for the first album and they were already working on their third, shooting them further into stardom.

“Coffee’s here!” You shouted in a really bad New England accent when you noticed the recording light was flipped off above the door.

You stepped into the room to a chorus of cheers and “thank god you're here”’s that made you laugh while sitting the food and drinks down on the table and they all rushed over. You handed out the specific orders and pointed to which drinks was theirs when they got handsy and tried to grab everything from her out of both excitement and some desperation for caffeine.

“Our savior,” Jake said, reaching out and grabbing your shoulders to give them a gentle shake before taking the coffee you were holding out to him, and then you handed Danny’s to him, too.

“Just the coffee girl here,”

“Well, you’re a little bit more than that,” Josh said, walking over to the table to grab his full cup.

You pressed a hand against the table, leaning over to him. “Just a little?”

“A little bit,” he shot you a wink before swiftly pressing a kiss to your cheek.

You were more than just a “little more” than the coffee girl, you were typically their designated drunk driver, the one who took all of their candid photos, the mediator in times of need, and well, the girlfriend of the lead singer, too.

Everyone in the studio took their food and drinks and scattered among the seating area in a break from recording. Instead of one tiny room with all of them cramped together, they had a wide open space with booths for the different instruments and bean bag chairs and big comfy, velvet sofas, and there was dim lighting with deep toned rugs that gave off the vibe of a more relaxed feel rather than the fluorescent-light, tiled-floor feeling that made them feel rushed and confined by rules they didn’t set themselves.

You liked the studio, too, and often took naps on the sofa while listening to them play instruments individually in the recording booths and while they were writing. One night they had found you at two a.m., bundled up with a blanket on the bean bag chair after they spent the night writing in the front room on the piano, but it wasn’t the first time as you often napped in their Nashville recording offices, too.

“You guys been busy today?” You asked jokingly while lowering onto the sofa armrest, receiving nothing but glares shot in your direction. “Okay, okay, touchy subject,”

With a mouthful of bread, Sam pointed to Josh, “Josh finished a song, didn’t you?” He was grinning.

You hummed in joy and surprise, grabbing Josh’s knee as he sat next to you. “Really?”

It had been a rough few days for all of them as they tried to shuffle out a few more additions to the new album. It felt incomplete with something missing, but they couldn’t quite put their finger on what it was exactly, so they attempted to bring back and revamp old songs, write and record new ones, but nothing seemed to stick, until now.

“Yeah, wanted to wait and show you later, but someone can’t keep his trap shut.” Josh said, pretending to be serious before cracking a smile and taking a sip of his coffee. “Just wanted it to be a surprise,”

“Well it can still be a surprise, I’m surprised now,” you said. “Can I hear it? Or read what you got?”

Josh nodded and stood, grabbing your hand and pulling you with him. There was a little recording room fit with a piano inside, his writing journal placed on the music stand where he had scribbled notes and keys and melodies in pen. He picked it up and handed it to you.

“Nothing seemed to click until last night, when I started putting it together.” He said.

“Is that why you wouldn’t tell me what it was when you all got back to the house?”

Josh shrugged, pinching his bottom lip between his thumb and forefinger. “Yeah, yeah, I wanted it to be special when you first heard it.”

You sat the coffee cup down onto the floor while lowering into the small chair in the corner, holding the journal like it was the most delicate piece of art in the world. In silence, while Josh watched on anxiously, you read the words he had splayed across the blank page.

Can you light my love? Flames glowing bright as the sun Deeper than oceans you run Watch as our world has begun

Your mind is a stream of colors Extending beyond our sky A land of infinite wonders A billion lightyears from here now

You felt your throat tighten, tears tempted your eyes.

It was a love song.

“Josh-”

“Oh god you hate it don’t you, you dread it, despise it,”

“Oh shut up, I’m in tears right now, you know I love it.” You looked up at him with a smile and a sniffle.

His words across the page were sloppy, some cursive, written in different pens of different colors, some lines crossed and scribbled out, others underlined.

“Your mind is something I will never fully understand.” You told him as he sat down on the chair next to you. “How the fuck did you come up with this-”

“I was thinking about our trip out here, the week we spent driving out and all of the stuff we did… and how I think I fell more in love with you.” His voice softened.

You reached out, placing your arm on his shoulder, fingers playing with his curls. “I can’t put it into words how much I love it, how much I love you,” you said, “and you make me sound so lovely when in reality I know I was a pain in the ass that entire trip.”

“Yeah, but my pain in the ass,” he kissed the inside of your arm.

Two weeks before the boys left Nashville to head to Los Angeles, Josh called you at midnight with an idea in mind – the two of you renting a camper to drive out to L.A., falling into all of the tourist traps along the way and stopping in random small towns to sleep while exploring the in between, which would definitely beat the boring four-hour flight. And you, half asleep and across the country, agreed.

It would be fun. Right?

And it was. Every time someone asked how it went, you called it “the most magical week of my life.”

While the others waited behind for their flights the next week, you and Josh set off from Nashville, heading west with only the destination in mind and a trusty map in hand. Everything else just came to you both.

The first stop was three hours in the trip, in Memphis. You and Josh roamed Graceland on Elvis Presley Boulevard and had lunch near Sun Studio before taking in the mementos and relics at the Blues Hall of Fame where Josh talked your ear off, rattling off more details about each band and singer than was on the info-cards on the wall.

Then it was two hours to Little Rock, falling asleep in the back of the camper after a take-out dinner outside of a random supermarket. Sitting in lawn chairs in the middle of a parking lot, you held Josh’s hand under a blanket and watched the pink sunrise over the hills, and then it was back on the road again.

From Oklahoma City to Amarillo, you fiddled with the map when Josh got lost after a wrong turn in a small town where he insisted on seeing the giant 66-foot LED soda bottle sculpture, and in the middle of northern Texas, he made it up to you by cooking your favorite dinner. You thanked him in a quiet whisper as you crawled into the bed with him that night, sliding under the covers where he greeted you with warm hands and kisses against your neck that made you squeal with the tickle of his mustache and he grinned against your lips.

Josh got to choose the music all the way through New Mexico – Neil Young and Crazy Horse to John Denver’s Thank God I’m A Country Boy, and you were only able to squeeze in Joan Baez every hour when you stopped to stretch your legs on the side of the road, belting the words to him while he laughed at your voice cracks.

And after you both pitched the tent in the Petrified Forest in Arizona, Josh hummed the tune to some new song while you two sat under the midnight stars in the canyon with a roaring fire, his arm around you, his sweatshirt draped over your shoulders. When he tried to start telling you a scary story after you heard a weird noise outside the tent, you blindly hit him in the dark and accidentally hit his nose, causing you both to burst into laughter after the initial panic left. He laughed loudly into your shoulder as you held his face in shock, catching the scent of your lavender lotion, and his body relaxed when the laughter died down, feeling so at peace in his life with you there.

It was the tail end of the trip, but the excitement hadn’t died down yet. After showers in the camper in the middle-of-nowhere-Arizona and five hours west, you and Josh found a bar outside of Las Vegas that resembled Coyote Ugly, so you both had a round of tequila sodas and margaritas before walking around the small town that evening and sleeping off the tipsy-headaches in the air conditioning. On top of the covers, you looked at Josh napping in the sunshine, cheeks flushed red, curls poofy from the wind, and you felt your heart grow in your chest before falling asleep next to him.

And then came Los Angeles, the final stop, the dreaded one. But you and Josh didn’t tell anyone that either of you were sad to be back with them in L.A. when they asked, and instead, you two smiled and hugged everyone after piling out of the camper in the drive-way of the Silver Lake house.

Cleaning out the camper, tossing cheesy novelty t-shirts at each other and laughing at how many socks you two managed to lose along the way and how many bug bites were added, watching the developed clips Josh had filmed of scenes in the desert and you asleep in the passenger seat, you both were nostalgic about a trip that just ended.

It was so easy, so freeing to just be together on the road, with only the destination in mind. It revealed a part of them that the other didn’t see often, like your tendencies to get your lefts and rights mixed up while giving directions, and Josh’s equally awful sense of direction didn’t exactly pair with the fact that he was a maniac while driving in the first place.

But those parts were just added to the long list of why you and him loved each other in the first place. So you became the designated driver after Amarillo and Josh stuck to telling you “left or right” for the rest of the time. It was a compromise, another reason why you two worked so well together.

It was a form of love in itself.

“We’ll have to drive all the way back to Nashville then, so you can write more songs about me.” You teased.

Josh rolled his eyes but cracked into a grin a second later. “Let’s not get too carried away,” but he would be lying if he said he wasn’t always mentally reliving the night under the canyon moon.

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panic-drw

Meeting Danny was both the best and worst day of your life.

The stress of being a single mother was beginning to get to you. The constant worry of motherhood was enough to drive you insane. Not only was getting into a routine difficult, but Jane’s father was running in and out of her life. You were in a laundromat in the middle of the night, trying to study and watch your child simultaneously, all after working ten hours as a hostess.

Jane was crying, cranky and tired from running around her daycare all day but refused to take a nap. She was also coming down from a sugar crash after having a soda and candy bar from the nearby vending machine. You tried to get her to relax but she only became crankier. An apartment fire on the lower floors of the building left everything smelling of smoke. While you weren’t home at the time, coming home to a destroyed laundry room and smelly clothes was just another straw on the camel’s back.

The folded and dried sheets fit perfectly in one of the rolling carts provided by the business. You set her down in another cart, sternly telling her to calm down. She reached for your phone, pouting. While you hated giving her your phone, it was really the only choice to keep the two-year-old occupied. She fell asleep soon after, finding lullaby videos. You placed a lap blanket over her, placing it over her eyes but around her nose and mouth. There was someone else in one of the other aisles doing their own laundry, keeping to themselves. The dryer buzzed, signaling your clothes were finished and ready to be folded.

You shoulders ached from a long day at work. You tried to work quickly before the uniforms wrinkled too bad. While Jane was the best thing to ever happen to you, it’s ideal to wait to have kids until after college. You worked two jobs and studied full-time. Jane spent most of the day being babysat by your parents. When they were unavailable, you took her to a friend’s house and her in-home daycare. Every two weekends, Jane went with her dad. He was in the same boat as you, studying to be a lawyer or a doctor or whatever his dad wanted him to be. With one cart carrying the blankets and Jane and another piled high with most of your clothes, you were finally ready to leave. You pushed one in front, dragging Jane’s cart behind you.

The cart snagged a bump, sending all the clothes flying onto the wet concrete. A curse word slipped out as all the clothes you had were now stained and dirty again. Jane began wailing, having hit her head when you stopped the cart. You began crying tears of frustration at this point. The weight of the day finally hit you. Accepting defeat, you shoved the soiled clothes into the car and tried to calm down Jane. She picked up on your vibe, crying harder and louder.

“Do you need a hand?” The other person from the laundromat asked.

You refused, despite having both hands full. “I don’t want to be a bother.”

“Nonsense,” he smiled. He picked up the clothes, gently laying them in the trunk of your car while you tried to shush Jane. She quieted, tiring herself out with her tears. You thanked the stranger, offering him the rest of your change for his troubles.

“I can’t,” he said, politely pushing the stack of ones closer to you. “How about you take this and call me whenever you need help.”

The slip of paper he put in your hand had his name, Daniel, and number. After learning his name, you indulged in a few texts back and forth, once again thanking him. He offered a coffee date as repayment. The coffee date turned into lunch, then into dinner and into so much more.

In the coming months, you were careful with Danny. Unlike previous suitors, he knew you had a child before the first date and didn’t care. Previous dates were usually immature men looking for a mother-like girlfriend, hoping that you were a desperate enough single mom to deal with them. Danny was the complete opposite. He never expected anything from you, usually taking the initiative to pack the food for the picnics and making the reservations. He was completely fine when you canceled because Jane was fussy, sending takeout to your apartment anyway. Danny was also okay when you were hesitant to introduce them to each other. Jane knew her biological father, Blake, spending a few days with him here and there. It was usually only when he wanted to play ‘Daddy’ to his family and take her to his family parties.

It took almost a year for you to invite Danny over when Jane was there. He really wanted to come to her third birthday party. While you would have loved to have him there, just to have company, it wasn’t the right time. The last thing you wanted was to spring a new person onto Jane on such an important day and in front of your family and Blake’s. Danny respected it, still buying her a mini tiara with pink jewels. Jane wore it and it felt like he was there anyway.

You discussed the situation with Blake after the party, just like he had okayed his new wife with you before he proposed. While the relationship was strained, there was still that sense of respect for one another, mainly for Jane’s sake. Blake was quick to approve of Danny, stating that you were always making good choices and knew that you had a reason to want him around. Seeing as Blake was alright with it, you invited Danny over to your apartment for dinner with Jane. He’d been over to your place before, just never with Jane around. You called him, confirming plans with him for the night.

“Are you okay with macaroni and cheese?” You asked, looking at the grocery list. The list consisted of mainly kid friendly foods, chicken nuggets, pastas, and other soft-ish safe foods. Your fridge was full of the same foods. In this moment, you couldn’t remember the last time you had a real, adult meal that wasn’t on a date.

“Are you kidding? I love mac n’ cheese,” he said.

You were nervous, maybe even more nervous than when you told your parents you were pregnant. Jane sensed it, cuddling with you throughout the day and hanging on your leg while you cooked. When the doorbell rang, she was confused. Jane looked at the calendar on the fridge, counting the dates.

“Who is that?” She asked. “Is it daddy?” She knew that the calendar was always kept up to date. She also knew when the days highlighted in red were for Daddy/Daughter days and when the X was not close to it, that it was not going to be Blake at the door.

“It’s a friend of mine, Janey. Are you ready?”

She nodded dramatically. Her dress was wrinkled, and her lips were stained red with Kool-Aid, but if she was happy, you were happy. You opened the door, inviting Danny into the foyer. Jane clutched the bottom of your shirt. She looked up at Danny who crouched down to see her up close.

“Can you introduce yourself, Jane?” You said, shutting the door.

She put her hand out tentatively. You had taught her how to shake hands when introducing herself. Her left hand went to her mouth, making her introduction come out jumbled and muffled. Danny took her extended right hand, gently shaking it. He stood back up, pressing a kiss to your cheeks. She tugged on the gift bag he had in his hand.

“You caught me,” he said. He handed you the bigger bag, placed a smaller identical bag in front of Jane.

“Can I?” She asked, resisting the urge to pull the paper out. Danny nodded and she tore into the bag. “Wow!” She marveled at the gift. It was a pink teddy bear, her name sewn into the foot in loopy cursive. “Thank you!”

Dinner went smoothly, the two of them talking about her limited life experiences. Jane recounted how she spends her day, going into details. She spoke like a little adult, like she’d been talking for years. Danny was impressed, a little thrown off when she didn’t respond to baby talk. He didn’t bring a gift every time, thank goodness. Jane did not need to be bought. The two of them fit together so well. They conversed and played in the living room while you finished cooking. Then, they chattered during the meal. Jane was easy to put to bed that night, giving you some alone time with Danny.

You couldn’t have been happier. Another four months or so passed of Danny coming around. He treated Jane like his own. He took her out for ice cream and carried her when she was tired from walking around the mall. Another thing that you never realized was a big factor was boundaries. Jane was an obedient little girl, and she didn’t mind being told no. While he was a little scared to say it at first, he was able to tell her no when she wanted a second snow cone or yet another Build-A-Bear.

It really shouldn’t have been such a shock when it happened. He was more of a father figure than her biological father was, but it was out of the blue. You were in the dining room which was open to the living room. You were scooping pasta from the pan onto plates that Danny somehow found time to set up while keeping Jane entertained. At this moment, the two of them were on the floor of the living room. He was tickling her gently, giving her a few moments to relax before tickling her sides again.

“Daddy!” Jane cried, giggling and squealing. “Stop it!”

You nearly dropped the pan you were holding. Danny stilled, letting Jane run off. She closed the door to her room. “Come and find me!” She shouted through the door.

Realizing that she really said that you stood there like a deer in the headlights. Danny’s reflection in the window looked like a ghost.

“Shi-oot,” he hissed. “I promised Josh I was going to meet him at the-“ His sentence ended in a mutter as he grabbed his shoes.

Before you could try and mend the situation or form a proper answer, he was gone. Jane came out of her room, nearly crying when she noticed that he was gone.

“Where is daddy?” She asked, looking in the cabinets where she usually hid.

It was all so confusing. Part of you wanted to think she was still saying Danny, but she said it clear as day. That night, you tossed and turned. Obviously, Danny was in this for the long run. He didn’t seem like the kind to date, convince you to abandon Jane, and start a family of your own. But you could be wrong. It must have caught him off guard. Jane said it so naturally, rolling off her tongue in a swift laugh.

Danny lied. He did have to see Josh, but it wasn’t because they had prior plans. He still saw him that night, knocking on his front door.

“You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” Josh chuckled as Danny walked into the house.

While he usually would have laughed at the joke, he was far too caught up in what happened to humor the front man. He told him everything about the night, ending with what Jane had said.

“I think she was a little… freaked out,” Danny said sadly, reminiscing about the look on your face.

Josh shook his head. “C’mon man,” he sighed. “Y/N is totally into you, and you’ve been seeing her for a long, long time.”

“Yeah, but-“

“No buts,” Josh tutted. “You guys have something. And it’s normal for Jane to be confused.”

Danny thought about it. After a little bit more coaching from Josh, he felt a lot better. He started the trip back to your place.

You put Jane in her bed. “Are you all ready for bed?”

She nodded, listing off the things she did before bed. Pick up the toys from the hallway, brush her teeth, change into pajamas, and use the bathroom. You gave her a high five then pressed a kiss to her cheek. She turned her own lamp off, mumbling to herself. You waited outside of the door for a few minutes. She’d gotten into the habit of crawling out of bed to try and sleep in yours. Seeing as she hadn’t made a noise in a while, you started doing things around the house. You washed dishes and swept, making sure that things were tidy enough that you wouldn’t be so frazzled in the morning.

A light tap on the door would have been missed if you hadn’t been picking up the shoes by the door. You opened it, peering through the small opening. You shut it again after seeing Danny on the other side. The chain rattled against the door when you swung it open enough for him to come through.

“I didn’t think I would see you,” you said.

He shrugged. “I brought some snacks. I was hoping to see Jane too, but I guess I’m too late.”

You nodded. “Just put her to bed. She hasn’t gotten up, so I assume she’s asleep.”

Danny took a seat on your couch, rustling through the bag. He pulled out a box of chocolates for you and a smaller one for Jane. You took a seat on the opposite couch, needing to get your thoughts off your chest for fear of never having them come out. “I’m sorry for what Jane said yesterday, and for how I reacted. When she called you dad… I froze and I feel like that scared you more than Jane calling you that.”

He nodded. “I wasn’t scared of Jane calling me dad. I was more afraid of the face you made.”

You laughed a little. “I was more afraid of the face you made.”

The two of you shared a moment. He shook his head. “Are you okay with that? Because I am, and Jane obviously is.”

You nodded, tossing him the remote. “You just have to worry about what Blake thinks.”

Blake, in all honesty, wouldn’t care. He didn’t see her much and he had his own family. It was just something harmless to see the look on Danny’s face as he turned to face you. “What?”

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