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whataboutmyfries · 1 year

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✩THE BEDTIME STORY PROJECT✩

Noot Special!

Hello hello hello! Welcome to a very special edition of the Bedtime story project!!! this could be read a love letter to all my beloved noot friends (it absolutely is btw) but also as a collection of some truly incredible fics by some equally incredible people. For those of you seeing this for the first time, this is not-quite regular post wherein i rec shorter, usually fluffy, fics in the hopes that you too find something to make your bedtime that little bit sweeter!

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✩Suburbia by @fruitcoops (T: rated by me)

Starting off so so so strong with Eve's wonderful writing. This fic feels like a big hug and I love it to bits oh gosh <333 Anyone that knows sweater weather knows Eve is an absolute GOD in this fandom and the fact that I get to interact with her on the daily and call her my friend still feels a wee bit like a fever dream. she's out here writing utter magic like countermoves and Land of light both of which have me climbing the walls and chewing at the floorboards cause holy SHIT (whoops, back to the fic) I'm not going to lie, it was so hard to pic just a few fics to rec, but I went with the one I'd read this week for the wee oneshot because oh GOSH it is so somft and lovely and adorable, i love it.

✩Frosted windowpanes by @heyitssmiller (G | 13.8K)

Piercing, bitter cold greeted Logan as he stepped outside for the first time that day. The kind of cold that made the entire body tense up and the breath hitch. It was a quiet early morning, with a stillness that only freshly-fallen snow could bring. Logan took a second to pull his toque further down over his head as he grabbed the chainsaw by the door before heading out to the truck, passing the sign with red, clean lettering that read Tremblay’s Christmas Trees.

Now anyone that's been on this blog for a while knows just how much I ADORE mills and her writing (hello my lovely E-fiancee!!) And this FIC oh GOSH!!!! Frosted wondowpanes recently had its two year anniversary (!!!) which is when it was published on Ao3. I won't lie, this au still lives in my head RENT FREE along with clandestine and also Rendezvous with destiny (both of which I am definitely NOT reccing in this list no sir, not AT ALL nuh uh please dont have the links to them (they're on the names) and also whatever you do DONT go and yell in milo's comments about how MAGNIFICENT her writing is, no sir, definitely not suggesting that) Because of just how adorable it is, so much blushy flirting and idiots in love, 100/10

✩Leo's plant corner by @we-are-swearwolves (G)

Finn/Leo/Logan: plants and domesticity and social media mishaps

Oh lord, oh jesus. Anyone that's ever interacted with me for any amount of time on the SW discord know I am absolutely FERAL for Em's writing. This is one of her shorter fics but you should absolutely definitely decidedly NOT go read her other works which I am NOT rec-ing because they definitely did NOT make me cry sob eat my heart out and feel shrimp emotions like Québécois and also "Smile, Soleil." nuh uh, not at ALL ;)

✩I've got my love to keep me warm by @arrowofcarnations (M | 1.7K)

Okay so, most people know Kim as the incredible author behind the fandom classic Inked but oh my GOSH the way kim writes makes me so EMOSH it is unreal, her characters are so fleshed out and tangible and so so gorgeous and also i get to watch her to her magic word thing on the discord??? like hello??? little old me witness to this absolute SORCERY??? genuinely insane, i adore it so much. Alsooooo cute little fun fact: Kim and Em worked together to write the masterpiece that absolutely BROKE me Like Real People Do just flipping INCREDIBLE. absolutely showstopping. I love Kim and her writing so so much.

✩Regency AU by @peggyrose19 (E: rated by me)

oh my god oh my god oh my GOD. Audrey's writing is so fucking *chef's kiss* and watching this magic story come to life in the SW discord was an absolute DELIGHT. utterly filthy, completely delightful and wonderful in every single way. Of course, Auds is also our local St.Tweedle whisperer with fics like this one and also hold me closer. oh my GOD audrey's brain is so so big, i honestly have no idea how she comes up with all these incredible aus and fic ideas, such a cool human i love her <3

Coops/ wolfstar

✩Christmas is home by ithilielthechosenone (T | 1.5K)

Remus gives him a mock shove with a shake of his head. “You are hopeless.” No, Sirius thinks. I was. I thought I had to be. I wrestled it down until I myself could no longer see it. You took my hand and gave it back to me. You all did. My hope lives within each and every smile of yours.

- Sirius and Remus enjoy the snow

Oh good gosh, oh jesus, oh boy, it's Ami's writing, my KRYPTONITE. The way Ami writes is like music. there's no other way I can think of to describe it. It flows so beautifully and the way her writing reads like lyrical prose and poetic storytelling has me weak in the knees EVERY single time. This fic was part of the SW discord winter fic exchange and it had me looking at my phone like 🥺🥰the whole time. Ami's writing is just INCREDIBLE and she blows me away with the way she words everytime she blesses us with her writing :)

✩First Burn by @fruitcoops

Okay folks, we've already established how much I ADORE Eve's writing but also oh my GOD I just had to bring up this au, which left me completely shooketh right from the moment the idea came up in the discord to the finished product of Eve's wonderful fic. I LOVE it so so much and I still reread it on a semi regular basis (but shhhh) bottom line, everyone needs to read this.

✩Washcloths and Wishes (A Sweater Weather Fanfic) by @veryspacecowboy (E | 1K)

oh goodness M's writing (and M themself) Is so flipping wonderful and this was one of her first fic's I've ever read (I think it might've actually been their first published fic I read) the way she writes is so flipping incredible and the way they weave all the character's stories together is so magical to witness, and to watch them do this wizardry on the discord (parkouring through allll the threads, so many of which are her brainchild because M is big brain and they are so so cool) has me making heart eyes at my phone/laptop. This fic is somft and also hot (which they are a MASTER at, the duality of M(tm)) and every SW fan HAS to read it, I promise you'll love it.

✩Sirius gets Re to communicate by the wonderful @tetedump/@arewelonely

LAUREL WRITING LAUREL WRITING OH MY LORDY. Laurel is such an incredible human oh my gosh my HEART!!! we haven't spoken very much but she's such a bright, kind, and comforting presence on the discord and I always have a little !!! moment when I see her in my notifications :')) This fic oh my GOSH this fic is EXACTLY what it says on the bottle, Sirius gets Re to communicate because he's a sexi sexi gentleman (Laurel's world not mine) She's such a lovely, caring human and honestly, you can really see that come through in her writing and it makes me so so 🥺🥹 I adore every single inch of it <3

✩Neon moon podfic, written by @fruitcoops and read by @itsaash

So we all know that Ash is our resident podcast GOD, who's read and orchestrated the wonderful Sweater weather podfic along with a bunch of other noots (which everyone collectively lost their minds over) and also the podfic of the system which was originally written by @heyitssmiller (ahahahah triple noot whammy hehehe) but oh my GOSH Ash is so so cool, and such a delightful person to talk to and interact with, I adore her to bits, she's always so nice and kind whenever you interact with her and she's so wonderful about raising peeps up with her podfics, it makes me very very 🥺🥰

Thank you so so much to the lovely noots for putting all their wonderful works out there into the world and letting me rec their works in this silly little list :) I love you all so so so much, and AHHHH thank you so much! Thank you, lovely reader for going through my first ever reclist! feel free to come yell about these lovely works with/at me, and you can send in your recs on the comments of this post, or my inbox!

Happy reading!

#the bedtime story project #noot special!#wolfstar #oknutzy #coops #lumosinlove ocs #sweater weather lumosinlove #coast to coast lumosinlove #AHHHHHHHH I LOVE THE NOOTS SO MUCH YALL THIS IS UNREAL #fries recs fics

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fatimajpeg · 9 months

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geto is exactly the father figure you guys think gojo was to megumi and tsukimi btw

#like he was staying up nights doing school projects cooking meals reading bedtime stories to miminana #the father that stepped up literally #a teen girl dad ohhh i love him... yeah #geto suguru #saving this mmhm #jjk

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scoobydoomidnightblue · 7 months

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peter gets this book read to him before bed sometimes ⬇️

usually it’s mike because he’s tired dad™️ but he thinks it’s sweet.

sometimes davy reads it cause he’s british and it’s more authentic with the accent

and Micky does silly voices when he reads it but peter’s sometimes too tired for those (sorry micky, you’ve got a lot of energy babe)

#the monkees #peter tork #the tiger who came to tea #children’s books #mike nesmith #davy jones #micky dolenz #i’m sorry i’m babyifying the monkees again #the monkees are childhood comfort for me idk they’re big kids #this was just like my favorite book as a kid and it seems like peter would like it!#he likes tigers!!#(i’m totally not projecting myself onto him)#i’m also sick right now and this is a comfortable little headcanon thing i have #peter deserves all the love #he’s such a sweet boy fuck off mr zero #tv show-verse (obviously. real mike nesmith was not gonna read peter tork a bedtime story)#(but just in case you were in doubt)

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alienaiver · 2 years

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jalousi (n.)

Shinsou Hitoshi x gn!reader

warnings: mostly just fluffy banter but the word fuck is used once if that’s not your thing!, Shinsou is a tadbit insecure but that’s mostly because he’s a needy baby and its all light-hearted. wordcount: 1.4k content: FLUFF, SFW, genderneutral reader!, poc!friendly reader, banter, canon compliant, established relationship, prohero!shinsou and prohero!reader but reader’s quirk isn’t mentioned, ‘babe’ and ‘my love’ is used as petnames for shinsou, shinsou is needy, eri is a budding pro hero!!!, not beta’d

notes: HI HEY HELLO THIS IS FOR THE LOVELY LUNA / @cup-of-fluff TIME TO SHINE COLLAB!!!! (go check out the other amazing works!!!). imo shinsou might be reserved with love until he’s had a taste of it and then hes NEEDY. physical affection and home-y traditions are whats his driving force!!!!! this was so much fun to write but i do apologize if its very self-indulgent!!! i hope you enjoy it and have some laughs as well <333 (the title is the danish word for jealousy btw, im just having fun with not being good at titles 🤡🥰✨) also fun fact, the cat is named flour but it’s a tabby <3

Shinsou unlocks the front door and hurries inside to take shelter from the biting wind. It’s been another cold day and he can’t help the shiver that runs down his spine upon feeling the temperature change inside the entrance of your shared home. He drops his sports bag and huffs out breaths into his palms to heat them back up – maybe he can tuck them safely around your waist and regain warmth from cuddles. He can’t help but smile at the thought.

“I’m home!”

He waits for your reply as he toes off his shoes at the genkan but none comes. He calls out your name and a low, “I’m in here!” is heard from the direction of the bedroom. He cocks up an eyebrow before making his way through your home to check what you’re up to. On the way through the living room he stops by the scratching post to greet Flour who eagerly purrs and butts into his open palm. In a high-pitched voice he asks the feline about his day and tells him how much he’s missed him. Dramatically, he gives a short re-telling of his shift and how he apprehended a villain with no shortages in sound effects. Shinsou won’t admit it, but he half expects and hopes that you’re leaning up against the doorframe, smiling at him and in a teasing voice, will tell him he’s cute. When he looks up to check, you aren’t there and his brows furrow before a pout forms.

When Flour jumps down from the post, stretches, and continues to the kitchen, Shinsou decides to continue his quest to receiving head scratches himself as he holds you close – it’s 11pm and he’s had an all-day shift due to shortage at the agency. Yesterday, you had a night shift, so he hasn’t actually seen you in well over 24 hours.

In the bedroom you’re sitting in a thinking position with your legs propped underneath you, your head rested in your palm as you’re eyeing several items on the bed with an almost comical seriousness. He repeats his words from when he arrived with a quizzical look, “I’m home?”

Shinsou likes family-related traditions – having someone to announce he’s home to fills him with a soft love that he can’t quite place other than in the deepest parts of his heart and you know this. So when you’re so caught up in something else, he can’t help the way his underlip juts out. He’s well aware that he’s being a baby.

“Ah, yeah, sorry babe, welcome home,” you reply without even looking at him before you pick up a plushie. Upon further inspection Shinsou recognizes the design – he hasn’t seen it in plushie-form before, but the color scheme and patterns make him smile brightly as pride fills his chest.

“Is that an Eri plushie?”

You smile and nod, “this is the prototypes. It’s her first merch so she’s so nervous she asked me to look them over,” you explain as you turn the soft doll version of his little sister around in your palm. “…there’s something about the color of her eyes on this though, it’s off.”

Shinsou shuffles over to the side of the bed to take a look – but with only the nightlamp on, he can’t really tell much, so with a chuckle he goes to turn on the overhead lights – you must’ve sat here for a long time if you haven’t turned them on yourself. You continue to inspect the items with a scrutiny and seriousness he admires – he really does, but…

He can’t be faulted for wanting a kiss and a hug from his favorite person after so long, can he?

He huffs out a breath before sitting down on the side of the bed – your side, specifically, to see if he can get a reaction from you.

There’s none.

So he flops down on his back, his head landing by your hip as he huffs out another – more dramatic and louder – breath. After a few seconds of nothing, he chances a look up at you, who’s now moved on to some keychains with your lip sucked in to nibble on.

He stretches his arms over his head and groans, pretending to be sore and lets them fall down like deadweight by his sides, secretly peeking up at you, gauging your reaction. Maybe you’ll ask if he’s had a long day.

Once again, he’s rewarded absolute fuck all.

He whines your name and turns to lie on his stomach, wrapping his arms around your waist. His legs hang from the bed. You laugh, “what’s up, babe?”

What’s up?

He groans and presses his head into your hip to hide his embarrassment, “you’re ignoring me.”

He feels one of your hands travel through his hair, lightly scratching his scalp and if he could purr, he would be doing so as he leans into your touch, “I want to give her thorough feedback so she won’t be unhappy with how it’ll look in the stores and the deadline is tonight,” you explain, turning a headband around in your palm that’s based on the headgear of her costume. Shinsou sighs loudly to make a point, “you can still go through it all in time while giving me a welcome home kiss.”

You chuckle before grabbing his ear and pulling it back and forth as you turn and lean down, “welcome home my love,” you say with a hint of a smile before you kiss the top of his head.

It’s not enough. He grabs you by your shoulders and a surprised noise escapes you as he forcefully lies you down and buries his head in your neck, “need more than a forehead kiss or I’ll start to think you don’t love me.”

He says it with a serious voice but the raspberry he blows into your neck makes you laugh out loud and trash your legs, “Hitoshi, stop!” you plead through desperate breaths as his fingers dance over your sides. Compared to how much he loathes getting tickled, he attacks you way too frequently with it.

When he stops, he looks at you with an almost begging look, “give me a kiss?”

You regain your breath while a hand runs through his hair and down his back, “as many as you want, you big baby.”

You melt into each other as he sighs into the kiss. He feels a smile creeping onto your lips which only makes him press his own harder against yours. When he pulls back, he looks away, “you love me, right?”

The insecurity laced into his question isn’t hard to detect. Shinsou’s been going through a lot of emotional stages in the 10 years you’ve been together so you also know he’s only half-serious right now. You smile and bite your lip to hold back a laugh, “you want Eri’s merch to look good too, right?” you ask back before you continue to answer him, “of course I love you, more than anything.”

“Even more than Eri’s merch?”

This time you don’t hold back your laughter. Shinsou doesn’t mind – he thinks your laugh is the most beautiful sound in the world so he’s never minded you teasing him or being the butt of a joke if it meant you’d let out a laugh for him. His embarrassment subsides and a lovesick smile graces his features as he takes you in. You finish with a chuckle, “a lot more than Eri’s merch.”

“Good, I was just checking.”

“Of course you were, big Mr. Brainwave. Mayhaps I’m just dating you to get to your family, right?”

Shinsou groans and falls back on the bed next to you, unable to continue your banter, “it’s perhaps or maybe, you can’t just combine them.”

You smirk, “mayhaps someone’s a little mangry.”

He jumps up from the bed, “that’s it, I’m leaving your ass. Have fun with your merch and stop hanging out with Denki so much!”

A loud, villainous-like laugh leaves you as you grab onto your own stomach, “not when it’s this fun! Hey, if you’re going to the kitchen can you bring me a water?”

A resonant and firm “no!” is heard throughout the apartment but after a few minutes, a water bottle is thrown towards you in the bed. You blow him a kiss and he give you the middle finger. Both of you look forward to finally sleeping next to each other again tonight.

@hanayanetwork 🌸

mayhaps is maybe and perhaps and mangry is mad and angry! ✨

#boku no hero academia x reader #bnha x reader #mha x reader #shinsou hitoshi x reader #bnha fluff #shinsou hitoshi fluff #mha fluff #shinsou bnha #collab: time to shine #nohr.writing #I THINK THIS WAS THE NEEDED TAGS I ALWAYS GET SO CONFUSED FR AIDJSUEFHS #shinsou is the cutest and his pouts are otherwordly. makes me wanna squish his cheeks so badly #i wish he lived in my arts and craft shelf........he'd fit in so well there #i also bought a purple shirt the other day and all i could think of was how the color looked like his haircolor..........HELLO?????#also i hope this is formatted correctly (clown emoji) bcos im omw to bed so i dont actally have the enrgy to check DJSKDS #also another fun fact but due to other major writing projects i havent been able to write this until now BUT its been living rent fucking #free anyways. i actually think its been charging ME LMAAAAO like its been my bedtime story for myself every night for like. months now LOLOL

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thosetwofirefighters · 1 year

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find the word challenge

rules: share snippets of your work containing each of the words the previous poster selected for you (optional addition: if you can't find the word in your WIPs, or you simply don't have any WIPs, you can just write a sentence around the word)

thanks @the-likesofus for the tag!! very excited to see how many of these words I've used...

my words are: quiet, hold, cover, first, together, and small. unsurprisingly, my fake dating au (currently sitting at almost 30k words like it has been for the past few months...) has all of these words multiple times lol <3

quiet

Buck’s phone rings, and he pulls it out of his pocket, his hands shaking when he reads Bobby’s contact name. He answers before he can even register it. “Pops?” His voice is quiet and terrified.

hold

Hearing footsteps from his spot on the couch, Buck tenses as Nathan comes up the stairs. It’s been so long, but Buck can still recognize the man’s footfalls. He lets out a breath he’d been subconsciously holding when Nathan finally appears and moves towards one of the armchairs across from him instead of the couch.

cover

“Jurassic Park!” Chris yells, and Buck has to cover his ears against the sound, the kid’s excitement causing him to be louder than usual. “Please, Dad, I know it’s kind of scary, but they just put it back on Netflix, and I’ve seen it before! Plus, I’m ten now, I won’t have nightmares!”

first

“I don’t want you to get hurt again,” Eddie says, meeting Buck’s gaze. His eyes are soft and despite his words, they shine with support, and Buck thinks—not for the first time—how lucky he is to have a best friend like Eddie.

together

Nathan’s study abroad had been nearly over when Buck brought up the idea of him going to Los Angeles to fight fires and help people. Nate had just nodded before taking Buck’s hand and kissing him, saying he’d buy the plane tickets in the morning. Buck had assumed they’d be going back together to be together.

small

Eddie glares at Chim when he insists on playing with the station’s small Hildy gadget that they keep in the kitchen. They mostly use it to play music, but Chimney takes the opportunity to ask her a bunch of questions throughout the day and only stops when Eddie threatens to run her over with a fire truck after Chimney starts asking her questions about the 118 themselves.

words for people I tag: home, care, love, make, and dream

no pressure tagging @mooshkat @jacksadventuresinwriting @ty-in-bedlam @lilbuddie <3

#so many of these were JUICYYYY #but i said lets be mysterious for once #and then i actually succeeded in not giving yall the juiciest tidbits? for once?#the snippet for 'hold' is so rough but like. we'll get there #i've decided to re-read all of my fake dating fic because OOOH BOY did I forget the vibes of the last chapter i've written #it is SPICY yall (not in the smut way)#asdgdsh tbh i feel evil giving you pieces of buck/nathan (an omc) and barely any buddie >:)#also jurassic park my beloved!!#it is my go-to when it comes to a movie to put in a fic tbh....like #it's my favorite and i am convinced chris would love it once buck convinced eddie to let them watch it together <3 #omg new headcanon just dropped buck and chris read jurassic park 'together' when chris is a teenager #not together together but like at the same time #when chris finally puts his foot down and says no more bedtime stories buck gets sad and so they come up with a new thing #aka buckley-diaz book club and i am SO writing that fic #holy shit i'm so excited it's gonna be so cuuuute #anywayyy i was looking through all my uses of 'cover' and didn't have to read past the jurassic park mention soooo love that lol #seriously though i cannot wait to edit this fic after i finish re-writing the earlier chapter i've been working on #i forgot how much i love editing my own work since i have most recently been working on a lot of lil projects that require little revision #but it's so fun! i truly am an editor at heart hehe <3 #i am going to 1) try to read it like I would someone else's work (which is impossible but like. we can try)#2) stop thinking about the big picture and focus on line edits and perfecting what i've already edited and had betaed #3) read it and edit like a motherfucking poet #this fic is gonna be so gorgeous i stg #she's got good bones now she just needs a decorator #and yk the last 60-ish percent of it lol #mine #wip #find the word challenge #tag game

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havinganfois · 2 years

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Imagine your strict/parent/caregiver f/o fixing your sleep schedule for you.

They take the screens away at 9 pm. Making you something warm and delicious for a bedtime snack.

Then, if they're strong, they'll simply pick you up and put you there, and if not, (or you don't like physical contact) they'll firmly remind you that it's time to go to sleep.

At 10 pm, they'll give you a bedtime story, or put on white noise, or turn on a night light... Whatever makes you the most comfortable and tired.

The next day, they throw open the blinds bright and early, no matter how much sleep you actually got.

Repeat process until sleep works

#I am writing this at 4 pm after having just woken up #so it is very much projecting lmao #also sorry if it doesn't make much sense I am in fact tired still #f/o imagines #parental f/o imagines #parent f/o imagines #platonic f/o imagines #villain f/o imagines #cglre #caregiver f/o imagines #putting villain f/o in there because this is 100% a reiji thing #he would have my ass in bed every night at the exact same time and barrade me the next day if I was still tired after being in bed for10hrs #No one else would have the balls /j #Clay would totally help with the falling asleep part #rumbly voice with bedtime story gives sleepy vibes <3

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d4r32bstup1d · 2 years

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but what if bob with a fascination of old theme park attractions (the point: taking jake to kennywood in pa (specifically, the old mill). jake is mentally preparing himself to be on a ride with 'a tunnel of love' type-beat. there will be so much kissing and funny business, he is so excited but about to hurl (because wow). they enter the ride and it's silent. jake wraps his arm around bob's shoulders (who he feels get red in the neck) and hypes himself up so much. this is their first kiss. this is going to be it. what are bob's intentions? who knows? it's still quiet, and then he hears bob's little voice, "did you know this was remodeled into a garfield attraction?" jake is so unbelievably caught off guard. "i didn't," he says, then proceeds to get told the entire history of kennywood and dark tunnel rides by bob. jake is shocked. why does bob know all of this? willingly? before they get out of the little log bob says "photo-op" and a flash goes off. they did not kiss, but they are both now the proud owners of little heart keychains with photos of bob giving the camera a thumbs up and jake's head mid-turn. his face is blurry. you cannot make it out, but you know damn well he is confused. they end up having their first kiss in a shitty pizzeria the same night.) or something.

#i have to draw this. this has been like my bedtime story to myself for the past couple months. screams.#🕸.txt #floydsin #hi top gunners. it has been awhile.#absouetly not projecting my love for kennywood onto bob.... why would you say that.#is it accurate to the ride? who cares. i love fun.

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pose4photoml · 1 year

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I was tagged @tians-heart 🌸 Thank you for tagging me, I love filling these out!!

· 3 Ships

(Only 3 ?...ok)

-PatPran (ALWAYS)

-AkkAyan

-WinTeam

· First ever ship

Dean and Pharm – Until We Meet Again –my 1st BL

· Last Song

Take It Away and Slow Motion both from About Youth series

· Last Movie

The Adam Project on Netflix

· Currently Reading

Currently not reading anything … been a tad tired although I have about 3 books on my nightstand, I do plan to read someday😊

· Currently watching

I'm watching 609 Bedtime Story Between UsHistory 5 –Love in the Future I Will Knock YouMy School President Never Let Me Go The Director Who Buys Me Dinner The New Employee The Warp Effect Candy Color Paradox ..I think I’m missing one or two honestly, but these are what I can remember off the top of my head as I’m at work filling this out 😉

· Currently consuming

Nothing

· Currently Craving

Lunch as it is now lunch time 😊

I’m going to tag ... @absolutebl @heretherebedork @lena221bee @iguessitsjustme @lutawolf @wanderlust-in-my-soul @liyazaki

and of course, anyone else who would like to answer--but please tag me so I can see your answers!

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rindousgrl · 1 year

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my OCs doing mundane things

#akasayu #akashi yumegatari #sayuri hiiragi #akashi and sayuri #dmv #bedtime stories #doing taxes #ocs doing things #yumegatari project #sketches #doodles #kyouichi yumegatari #houichi yumegatari #un

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whataboutmyfries · 1 year

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✩The Bedtime story Project✩

Hello everyone! welcome to the first edition of the bedtime story project! This started out as a little selfish endeavor to find some short, fluffy goodness to read as a bedtime story and here we are! This is a collection of all of the lovely fics that you folks have recced (along with some of my own finds sprinkled in) that I put together in the hopes of helping someone else find a little bedtime story too! Ft shorter(ish) fics, tooth-rotting fluff and so much love :)

AFTG

✩ The hunger at the heart of me by foxdemon13 (Andreil | T | 7.4K)

There is a board in the local library where everyone can leave a note. Andrew decides to reply to a particularly assholish one. He didn't expect this to turn into sharing truths with a complete stranger he has never seen. He expected falling for him even less.

Utterly delightful, fluffy Andriel with references to lovely books that made me grin like a dope, soft and fluffy to the most <3 recced by @onbeinganangel

✩Waiting up for better things by @fuzzballsheltiepants (Andreil | M | 12.7K)

Neil Josten has an actual life. A job. An apartment. A cat. Friends. A legal passport with his legal name. He entertains himself by casually stalking a singer at a local coffee shop. It’s comfortable. Safe. Something he never thought he’d have.

It doesn’t feel real.

A decade ago, Abram found a boy with a guitar on a high school rooftop. And now he would do anything to feel that real again.

Inspired by ‘Safe’ by All Time Low.

One of my own finds! utterly delightful musician!Andrew au, I love it to bits.

Wolfstar

✩Sleepover by @msalexwp (T: rated by me)

so so cute, so fluffy, Sirius realising he's in love with Remus ft Remus wearing Sirius's clothes and so many cuddles <333

✩Palm kissing by @fruitcoops (T: rated by me)

Tw: minor injury, with Sirius talking care of Remus and Remus being a simp SO good

✩Spring, Summer, Winter, Fall Sirius is in love by @msalexwp (T | 1.8K)

A year in the life of Sirius being head-over-heals in love with a golden angel from heaven by way of Wales, Remus Lupin.

One of my absolute favourite pieces this month. It made my entire week and I still think of it from time to time. wonderfully written and delightfully cozy

Drarry

✩Just Stay by @nv-md (M | 2.7K)

Harry's been injured yet again, and Draco has to stay the night to take care of him. Which shouldn't be a problem, except Draco's in love and Harry's half-naked.

So so so cute, I loved every single second. Warm and comforting and so much like a drarry hug, I love it so much

✩Even children get older by louisfake (M | 4.5K)

It started with don't wake the baby.

Oh my GOSH I love a good drarry + teddy fic and this one did it in all of the best ways, perfect for the Christmastime feels :) recced by @nv-md

✩Fruit stand by @drarrily-we-row-along (T: rated by me)

Oh my gosh. oh my GOSH. So I've absolutely rampaged through this lovely author's masterlist. I am so grateful to @phoebe-delia for introducing me to this tooth-rotting, heart-warming work :)

Thank you so much to everyone that sent in recommendations and thank you so much to all the wonderful authors for putting their lovely works out into the world <3 There are a bunch more recs that I haven't included in this post, but I plan on including them in the next ones! Thank you, lovely reader for going through my first ever reclist! feel free to come yell about these lovely works with/at me, and you can send in your recs on the comments of this post, or my inbox!

happy reading!

#the bedtime story project #fries recs fics

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jambandatl · 3 days

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Astral Projection #1:

Title: Journey through Realms from Earth to Hell The day began under the vast canopy of the azure sky, on the familiar crust of Earth’s surface. All around, the bustling sounds of a lively gathering filled the air. It was an ambiance reminiscent of a grand family reunion, where every face radiated warmth and kinship. This convivial crowd, a patchwork of old friends and new, shared laughter and…

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omaano · 4 months

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Touchy subject

"The 501st was one of the best legions during the war. I've lost a lot of good men over the years - some of them would have given even you Mandos a run for your credits. And my general... My general was a good man too, but that's enough of that, I thought you were too old for bedtime stories by now."

Din just tried to figure out what the colour of the clones' armor paint meant, and why he's never heard Rex mention his CO during all the wartime stories and lectures; whereas he's already got to meet Wolffe and his general and even heard Cody mention his every once in a blue moon. (Special thanks to @witchydom for helping with the "dialogue" :3)

The rest of my Star Wars meets Hades AU project is here

I'll take a bit of your time to give a bit of an explanation why I decided to put Rex in Skelly's spot:

During a playthrough when I was looking for screenshots to use as backgrounds the first thing that greeted me was Zagreus calling Skelly "Captain" upon entering the armoury, or whatever that chamber is called. And that really decided it, let's be honest. Rex is Captain, and that is the Captain's spot. End of story.

Reading "still got it" by qigiined even before I got into watching TCW was such a personality defining experience (seriously, this fic lives forever rent free in my brain), that I really had no other option but to put the few clones that I'm willing to work into this AU somewhere around home base (the covert) - so you can guess where Cody and Wolffe are situated. Or will be, hopefully soon enough. Rex needs to be able to hang out with Cody, that's just how it is. (Rebels and TBB canon who?)

Rex deserves to teach some uppity Mando bounty hunters and other warriors who think too much of themselves a few lessons in humility and some crafty tricks. I think it would be very good for him.

As a throwaway note since we are already under the read more section, I've been thinking about sigils and keepsakes (trinkets) and cthonic companions (I know that over a year ago I inaccurately but very self indulgently designed one for Din, Boba and Cobb, that is not the point now) and while Cody can have one shaped like Boga, and Wolffe can obviously get a stuffed loth wolf (and Bo-Katan a very squishy owl)... I have no idea what shaped companion Rex could have. If anyone has any suggestions and would love to share it with me, I'd be very grateful!

#captain rex #rex #the clone wars #star wars the clone wars #tcw fanart #sw tcw #my art #hades au #star wars fanart #old man rex #star wars rebels #sw rebels #I grew to love his beard so much I cannot believe it #these two gave me so much grief but in the end I think I managed to pull them together #old man rex somewhat even looks like boba too which makes me really relieved I'm not gonna lie #but also boba looks so messy in comparison to these later drawings when I actually know what I'm doing orz #also new pocket rex look at him!#but not too closely please he is a little sketchy

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ma1dita · 27 days

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My dearest sweetest moony

I, a daughter of Hypnos, just want to hold Luke close and let him sleep the best sleep he has ever had in his life, don't let Kronos talk to him or get close to my boy

1, a daughter of Hypnos, just want to help the campers sleep, help all of those kids get their desired rest

Please let this daughter of Hypnos help her children (the campers) and her husband (Luke)

🐥

(i wrote this request and another one but I didn’t put the 🐥 on them, should I send them to you again or not? Sorry about that darling, love ya, and again I’m really sorry for the inconvenience)

🐥🐥🐥🐥🐥

luke castellan x hypnos!reader

wc: 756

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Honestly, Luke was starting to feel bad.

Every free moment he gets to spend with you, he’s been falling asleep. He fell asleep during your lunch picnic last week, sprawled out on the red and white checkered blanket—cheek against your lap as you read a book, on your shoulder at the bonfire last night even with Percy and Grover trying to screech out the lyrics to ‘Unwritten’, and even now as you brush through his curls as you read all of cabin 11 a bedtime story.

Luke knows that dating a daughter of Hypnos has some advantages for sure—you get to stay in the bunk next to his since you don’t have your own cabin, your dad blesses him with nice dreams for taking care of you, and everyone quiets down easier for the night as you project images of sheep for them to fall asleep to. But as he rubs his eyes to the sound of your calming voice, he reckons he’d punch the shit out of a sheep if another misty image of one decides to trot near the air of his bunk. You’re nestled against his arm, looking ethereal with moonlight shining against your cheekbones as you watch his eyelashes flutter slowly from the weight of his eyelids.

“You need to stop doing that, my dream girl.”

“Hmm?” you whisper, voice breathy like cool air. Yawning, you press your cheek against his bicep with a smile.

“Stop putting me to sleep. Wanna spend time with you,” he mumbles, trying to not wake the other campers.

“M’not doing anything, Lu. Besides, you’re cute when you’re asleep,” you chuckle, and his arms wrap around you tighter as his hands dip into his pajama pants you stole from his dresser.

“Are you saying I’m not cute now?” he pouts, reaching to tickle the skin that peeks out from under your shirt and you giggle. The sound of it is loud enough to echo across the cabin, but something extra must have been in your voice tonight because not a single camper stirs.

In a room full of people, the two of you share a moment that’s just for the both of you, watching each other quietly with soft loving smiles. Moving closer to his face, your lips press kisses into the lines that crease his forehead, the scar running down his cheek, the tip of his nose, and finally the plump of his pouting lips. He pulls you in deeper, smiling softly against your kiss that’s ever so gentle until he’s drifting off…

You don’t take offense to it though. Sleep is your gift bestowed to you by your godrent, and to share that with your love makes it the best gift of all.

—

Luke jolts up the next morning after his nose dips into his bowl of cereal. The nymphs and younger campers all chatter and giggle around you two as he grumbles, shoving another mouthful of now soggy Frosted Flakes into his mouth. You smile, stroking the hair at the nape of his neck, taking a bite of your waffle.

“You okay, baby?”

He huffs, kissing the back of your hand before you stand up to go and grab napkins. Annabeth rolls her eyes from across the table, which makes Luke toss a chunk of banana at her.

“What?”

“You’re too dramatic for your own good, Luke,” she sighs, stirring her iced coffee with a straw. She looks at him exasperatedly when he looks more confused by her statement, even if it’s the truth.

“I just feel like a bad boyfriend. Always falling asleep on her. Never do that with anyone else, and sometimes I think she does it on purpose…” he says, leaning against his palm.

“It’s the oxytocin,” Annabeth says, and Luke looks at her blankly, “Your brain releases oxytocin around people you love, and as a result you feel safe and at ease—which is why you keep falling asleep around her. So stop blaming your girlfriend!” She shakes her head like the old soul she is, getting up to clear her tray and leave Luke to his nonsense. You return to the table with a handful of napkins and a grin that instantly brightens his mood.

Rubbing at his eyes, he can see you more clearly and to your surprise, Luke pulls you by the chin for a kiss as he says thank you.

“What’s that for? Can’t be because of the napkins,” you giggle, and a dopey smile crosses his face.

“Because I love you, my dream girl. That’s all.”

#jo's 23rd birthday bash ⋆｡°✩#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan fluff #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #made by ma1dita ♥︎

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hypewinter · 2 months

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A continuation of this

It was amazing how interesting the hors d'oeuvre table became when one was avoiding social interaction. Danny pouted as he filled yet another plate with the tiny little snack foods. He should have listened to Mom. She had warned him he wouldn't like the party but he insisted on coming too. But how could he resist? When he heard all the fun stories his uncles told, he wanted to see for himself. And his grandpa had been so happy that he wanted to come too. Danny thought he would be in for a night of excitement especially since he'd be able to stay up past his bedtime yet instead he was currently bored out of his mind. He was also incredibly uncomfortable.

Danny didn't like how all these older people kept coming up to him and asking him weird questions or squeezing his cheeks. His mom and uncles tried to intercept as many people as possible but some people had gotten to him and. Danny didn't complain though as he's the one who wanted to come anywhere and he didn't want to seem like a brat. Plus he was still holding out hope that one of his uncles would do something interesting and if he complained, he might be taken home early.

That's why Danny had taken to avoiding his mom. She was very good at reading him and was even teaching him how to read others. If she saw him it would take 0.2 seconds for her to realize he didn't want to be here anymore. Mom was really nice so she would probably take him back home when she noticed. But Danny was a big boy and big boys suck it up for uncomfortable parties that they begged to attend. Though he still wished Sam were here. Sam? Who's Sam? He couldn't remember. There were a lot of things Danny couldn't remember. Even when he tried really hard to.

"Ah so this is the newest Wayne brat!"

Danny was pulled from his thoughts and looked up to see a man staring down at him. The man's blonde hair was very shiny. Must be full of a lot of that gel Uncle Damian liked to use. But he had put on too much and now his head looked all flat and shiny. But maybe the man liked being shiny since he had a lot of gold jewelry on too.

"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to stare?" the man said harshly, his lazy brown eyes boring into Danny. His body language was practically screaming How dare you? Better than you. This man seemed to sway quite a lot too. Was he drunk? Mom had warned him to stay away from drunk people but it would be rude to just walk away wouldn't it?

Instead Danny put down his plate and signed, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to. You just have really pretty jewelry sir."

The man's glare only intensified. "Huh? Whazzat? Talk damnit!" He began to project annoyance.

Danny furrowed his brows slightly. The man had said a bad word. You're not supposed to say bad words around children. At least that's what Grandpa Alfred had taught him when Uncle Jason got in trouble for saying one near him. It was also frustrating that this man didn't know any sign language.

Nevertheless, Danny pulled out his phone and opened the notes app. He clicked on the first page which read, "I'm sorry, I have limited speech and use sign language to communicate. However I can use this notepad instead." He held it up for the man to read.

Yet again the man didn't seem to be satisfied as he retorted, "You can speak but you choose not to? You're an arrogant little brat aren't you?" Angry. How dare you think you're above me? Uh oh.

Danny quickly scrolled down to a blank space so that he could explain it wasn't like that but he never got the chance. The man snatched the phone from Danny's hands.

"Listen you little turd," the man hissed, leaning in close. It took all the self control in Danny's body not to gag at his breath. "You may think you're all high and mighty just because you got lucky but make no mistake. You're just gutter trash. Just like all the other pests Wayne brought into his household and just like your mother."

Tears pricked at Danny's eyes. That wasn't true. Neither his uncles nor his mother were trash. They were good people. The nicest people ever. They saved Danny from that terrible terrible place and gave him lots of hugs and sweets and warmth. This man didn't know what he was talking about.

The man continued, "You'll do well to respect me as unlike you and your little pretend family, I actually come from a distinguished background. I'm not some orphan from an unknown background whose parents probably sold him for drug money. Do you hear me?" Hostile. Don't mess with me!

"If I tell you to speak to me, you speak to me. Is that clear?" You're beneath me. Know your place.

Danny didn't know how much longer he could keep the tears at bay. Luckily he didn't have to.

"Is there a problem?" There she was. Mom! In all of her glory. Her hair done up in a little bun and dressed in a suit matching his. He had actually picked it out for her.

Danny rushed over to her and clung to her leg. Not trash he projected. My family. Meanwhile, the man's attitude did a complete 180. "Ah Ms. Cassandra it's so nice to see you again! I was just complimenting your little one on how cute his suit looked on him!"

Mom ignored him and looked to Danny instead.

What happened?

Insulted you. Insulted my family. Mean man. Bad man.

Cass gently patted Danny's head. He loved when she did that. Okay now. Don't worry.

Mom turned back to the man. "For someone so much better than everyone, you really like hanging out in the Bowery," she said. I know your secret.

The man stiffened. Does she know? How does she know? "I'm really not sure what you're referring to Ms. Wayne." Nervous. Agitated.

Mom didn't say anything. Just leveled a stare at the man. His smile began slipping in the awkward silence. Panicked. Must leave.

"Well I should probably be going now. I feel like I've had too much to drink. Perhaps I'll go sit down," the man said quickly, excusing himself and disappearing into the crowd.

Once he was out of sight, Cass turned back to Danny. Okay? Danny buried his face into her leg. Wanna go home. In the next moment, Danny felt himself being picked up and cradled in his mother's arms. Let's go home, she portrayed with a smile. Danny desperately clung to her suit as his bottom lip wobbled.

"Sorry," he whispered. He wanted her to know he really meant it. That he was truly sorry.

He felt a kiss be planted on his forehead. "Don't be," Mom replied. Danny wrapped his arms around her neck and closed his eyes, finally letting the tears he'd been holding at bay fall. He took in the warmth and love his mother showered over him. His family wasn't trash. They were his saviors.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #winter's tales #you be believe when the rest of his family hears what that man said to danny #his life will be ruined

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turtleybeachin · 3 months

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I forgot how absolutely ABSURD the anti-lucifer league is.

Lesson 17-20, Satan and Belphie create the Formerly Anti-Lucifer League and drag MC along to do their first prank. They need to break into his locked/warded study in the library, and are trying to guess the password Lucifer would speak aloud to gain entry.

.... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt your spoken fanfiction, boys, please. Don't mind me. ????? 😂😂😂

Like okay, the Diavolo is everything, I would die for you Diavolo, fine, we're trolling. I get it. He's a little too fond of his prince.

But the I love you so much it hurts? The there's nothing I wouldn't let you do to me?? The in fact there's so much I wish you WOULD do to me??? I think I've read those smutty fanfics, did they read the same ones or were they ghost-writing those?

Anti-Lucifer League meets up once a week to read their DiaLuci fanfic to the group. Mephisto is part of the fanfic shipper club. They sit around a laptop furiously typing up their 73 chapter slowburn romance novel of Diavolo and Lucifer, where Lucifer is a desperately daydreaming sub longing for his prince and not realizing the affections are already returned.

They end each club meeting by reassuring each other this is definitely trolling Lucifer and they all definitely hate him and this whole thing is just because they don't like him at all and that's why they're doing this and for no other reason.

(Diavolo has Barbatos steal him a copy of their work in progress and he reads it as a bedtime story. He wanted to give them notes but Barbatos pointed out that would alert them to his theft of their secret project and would likely halt its completion and also humiliate those involved.)

#my writing #obey me #dialuci #anti lucifer league #obey me satan #obey me belphegor #obswd #obey me headcanons #obey me imagines

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rboooks · 10 months

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The bakery is a front....right? PART 4

Dedicated to @foxy-tea. Thank you for your lovely words!

Danny didn't want to do it, but he had to admit that his mating season peak had arrived and could not work in that condition. It wasn't that Danny was like a cat in heat, wanting to engage in intercourse all the time.

No, his body craved a life partner and a child to smother in fierce paternal love. It was a bit worse if you asked him. If he just manwhore his way through the city over three months, well, they would just whisper about how easy he was.

A bit embarrassing but not uncommon for someone with Danny's good looks.

Instead, his mating season made him a would-be kidnapper.

He had to physically slam a hot pot of coffee on his hand a week ago when a customer had walked in with a baby, and Phantom had tried to leap over the counter to take the babbling bundle of joy as his own.

Not to mention how Phantom reacted to some of his youngest delivery employees. He hadn't realized he was mumbling "Mine. mine. mine. mine. mine" while approaching Manolo for his latest delivery until Peter had stepped into his path with the dirtiest glare Danny had ever seen.

The punch to his throat hadn't knocked the wind out of him- since Phantom had stopped his breathing three days prior - but it was enough to get Danny out of the daydreams of tucking Manolo into bed after a cup of tea and a bedtime story.

We could teach him to bake. We can teach him to ride a bike. We can sit through all his school performances, no matter how bad they are. We could be his dad. Phantom had cried as Manolo had thrown himself between Peter and Danny, his little arms spread wide to protect him. Let me have the child! Manolo is mine! He's mine to love, mine to protect!

Danny had never had such trouble getting Phantom to settle.

In seconds, Peter was quickly surrounded by Andres' friends and the rest of Danny's staff. He had taken a fighter position, looking around like an animal about to maul its victims while Danny wrestled with himself to get control.

He and Phantom are not two separate personalities fighting for control but one person with conflicting instincts.

One of a human's most basic instincts is self-preservation. A ghost's most basic instinct is self-fulfillment.

Danny did not want things to become a free-for-all where someone could get hurt. Phantom tried to fight them all to claim the kids under his protection.

Thankfully, everything was deescalated by Jazz's timely arrival. Danny couldn't really remember what she had done (too busy struggling to hold himself as a human and not go ghost to become the most excellent dad to ever dad). Still, if there was one gift Jazz had, it was being able to reason with spirits about their obsessions.

If she could convince beings whose entire existence depended on being stubborn about a particular subject, she could persuade humans of anything.

Peter had been allowed to leave with no injuries, and even two days paid off, while the rest had realized that the man had just acted out of PTSD due to what Jazz called "projecting trauma in safe settings."

There were a lot of people in this area that understood what PTSD episodes did to them and had not faulted Petter. Manolo even gave Peter a small crocheted fox to help him overcome the fear.

(Danny had given the small fox plushy to Manolo when the kid first arrived at his bakery, proclaiming it had a protective spell to keep fear away. He had yet to be aware the boy carried around with him.)

Jazz had then taken Danny to his apartment, where she had placed him in quarantine. She had been informed by Frost Bite during their bi-weekly mentor/protegee meetings- Jazz was studying under the Yeti in Ghost Psychology- that Danny's Peak had arrived. Danny would jack up his "I need to be a dad" and "I need to be a husband" urges to Fruitloop levels.

Danny would try to force someone into that role if he was around humans or ghosts, even if it was against their will. Ugh, he would be a Vlad 2.0 for a full two weeks!

He could not risk himself around others. So with a heavy heart, he informed his employees he would be stepping away for a two-week long vacation and had made it seem like he left on a plane to visit Jazz overseas.

His staff would take care of the bakery for him, but it saddened Danny he could not be there to help with things. He then sealed off all entries to his apartment and informed the residents of the Ghost zone he was in, "Mating Peak retreat," so no one would bother him past a few already mated servants of the Ghost King.

They would bring him supplies and requests through a no-contact portal once he ordered them through a magical catalog. It was like online shopping for ghosts.

Danny now had to wait two weeks for this to finally go away, and he could go about his ordinary daily life of being perfectly dead and alive. Until it happened again the following year.

Elli told him to be grateful it was only a yearly thing, not a monthly deal. He shuddered at the mere thought of experiencing this every month.

Done! Phantom cheers snapping Danny back to reality. In his hands are a pair of freshly crocheted booties. He hadn't even been aware he was making them.

They look great, Danny tells Phantom, turning them in his hands to smile at the giant sunflowers on each side. A button was used as the center of the flowers, and Phantom even included a few lace designs around them to look like leaf vines.

They are based on the park's flowers.

The park?

Yes, the park where you promised to take me today! Phantom goes from calmly talking to screaming, and Danny winces.

You know I can't go outside. You'll just try to steal a child from the park.

I would never forget to also steal a wife or husband!

Danny sighs, rubbing his face knowing he was telling himself that forgetting a spouse was worse than the idea of kidnapping people. He places the booties on top of an ever-growing pile. Since his quarantine has begun, Danny has made about two hundred pairs of various styles, sizes, and colors.

Danny looks around at the piles and piles of other of his crocheting projects. He's got sweaters, scarves, gloves, socks, hats, beanies, and even blazers for various genders, ages, and styles meant to help with the coldest winter. He could adequately dress his whole street and still have some left over.

All prepared for his nonexisting family.

He has been making them at the same speed he can fly, i.e., 200 mph. He's made some yarn dealers in the zone extremely wealthy. He can't help it, though. Danny has frozen every inch of his apartment too far too cold levels for an average human without proper wear.

He's been working fast because his human mind knew that the cold was terrible for his lover and children, so it wanted to keep them nice and warm. While his ghost side added layers of snow to the floor and ice to the walls, he even made decorative ice sculptures that he desperately reorganized again and again to find the perfect balance of the cold. Only his electronics were not frozen over, so even his furniture had layers of ice- some with designs to make them look fancier.

He's also cooked up a storm in preparation for feeding his family. Only to realize a spouse and kids were not coming, thus forcing him to donate his meals to the ghost delivery people. They were ever so happy to have five-course meals shoved at them just for bringing the king more yarn.

Danny throws himself face-first into the pile of snow from his couch, allowing the softness to cushion his fall. There is a terrible itch under the skin. It's begging him to leave to find someone to kiss and worship. Unwillingly, Alvin's face appears in his mind before he turns over and stares at his ceiling. He's made all the constellations into small carvings on the ice. I can't go outside. I can watch another movie or make more bagels instead.

Watching another romance movie won't bring me a mate! Phantom hisses.

I know but-

Suddenly Danny senses flair as someone crosses over his wards. Sitting up in alarm, Danny makes a break for his room as even more people join the first and break into his guest room through a window. Not that he can't take whoever they are, but if he comes face to face with them-well, Danny thinks he may keep them.

That's not something he's willing to risk.

Phantom is already throwing out some severe pheromones that would likely infatuate them to Danny, babbling about this being their chance. Four adults- spouses!- and a child- a son or daughter!- have entered their main haunt. They had to give them food and warm clothes and cuddle them until they never left!

No!

He can't force them to stay!

He had to make them stay even if it meant chaining them!

No, they would be miserable!

Phantom could make them happy forever!

The effort to stay in his human control took so much effort Danny started to aggressively twitch as he fumbled with the hidden room in the back of an old wardrobe. He's breathing heavily, trying to get his blurry vision to focus so he can open the darn thing and get in. Finally, it does, and Danny just barely closes it when a figure bursts through the door.

He watches through a small crack as the figure carefully looks over his frozen domain. It's one of the vigilantes. Red Robin.

What is he doing here?

The man walks into his room, leaving behind disruptive snow that goes up his ankles.

Thank the Ancients, his footprints do not appear in his own snow. Otherwise, a perfect trail would lead the hero straight to him. Instead, he watches with a hand over his mouth as Red Robin carefully searches his room.

Danny cuts off his need to breathe as the sound would give him away. Still, he's twitching so much that he's practically shaking as the hero carefully breaks the ice over his drawers and pulls out his clothes in quick, careful movements.

Go away. Go away. Go away. Danny thinks desperately. He should have tried calling someone. Jazz. Ellie. Even his parents or Vlad!

None of them would cause his instincts to want to force them to play house- though he would likely still try to imprison them since he would like to protect them non the less.

But they could at least do something and get the poor vigilante somewhere safe!

Never leave. Never leave. Never leave. Phantom purrs, and oh no, an intense burst of pheromones is sent through the room. Red Robin freezes; from what little Danny can see of his face, it's flushed red, and gosh, he wants to smother that man in so much love-

"Guys, I think I came in contact with the drug," Red Robin pants after pressing his hand to his ear. "I don't know how, but I am definitely feeling something. Think it's airborne, but not sure."

He doesn't finish his sentence before Redhood and Nightwing are suddenly in his room. Nightwing has a gas mask over his face while Red Hood swings a gun around the room, looking for a target.

Danny almost whines at the gentle way Nightwing helps Red Robin into a sitting position. He's looking him over with such loving protection that he- that Danny- Phantom wants him- wants a husband-!

"Shit," Red Hood hisses, body pushing back as if some strong wind had hit him. "Yeah, it's definitely in this room. Felt a bit of it, even with my built-in filters. Wing?"

"Did the room get colder?" Nightwing asks as he helps Red Robbin to his feet. The other man seems to be feeling better with his gas mask, but he must still be effect by Phantom's pheromones.

"The wardrobe." Red Robin gasps, pointing unknowingly right at Danny. "The ice around it is getting bigger. And...it's leaking."

What? Danny looks down only to see in horror a knocked-over jar of fresh ectoplasm. He hadn't even been aware he had broken the thing when he crawled here.

The jars were the ones that he gathered with Jazz and Ellie after a three-day foraging trip. All ghosts were made of Ecoplasim, but just like you couldn't stick blood into someone without being comparable, you couldn't use any random ectoplasm for other people- humans or ghosts.

It had to be some of the purest natural kind, not linked to any type of beings, like a river of ectoplasm or the frozen pillars in the farthest parts of the Far Frozen. Giving someone ectoplasm from one's body could taint them in the donator's obsession.

Yes, Danny could make more people protective of each other, but it would likely cause them to be Fruitloop-level protective. They just didn't have the filter like he did to not go mad.

That pure kind was now leaking out of his hiding place and into the white snow of his main lair.

Danny only has a second to panic before the door is wrenched open, and he falls into a stunned Red Robin.

He goes limp from the shock as Phantom purrs, settling in his mind now that he's pressed against a possible mate. Like Danny said, it's not intercourse his ghost side is after, it's close contact, and this is enough to satisfy it.

"Shit, it's Danny. He-he's not breathing, and he's ice cold. I think he's de-dead." Red Robin says in what sounds like tears.

No. My husband is sad. Danny and Phantom think, a terrible pulse of pain bursting across his chest. He can't get his body to move to offer comfort, though. It's been a whole week since he last saw someone in person, and this is so nice. Why did he ever fight this instinct? It felt so good to give in.

He could stay in Red Robin's arms forever.

Red Robin was never going to see the clear sky again. He was never leaving this apartment.

"I found something," Red Hood's voice is behind him. "It looks like it is Lazarus' water, but it's clearer. I think this is our drug. Danny must have ODed."

"No! He can't- we have to do something!" Red Robin cries, and Danny slumps further against him like a broken doll. He's not blinking. Blinking is for humans. Danny isn't a human.

His unfocused eyes stare at wherever Red Robin has him positioned to look.

"There is nothing we can do, Red Robin," A new voice says though not unkindly. Phantom doesn't turn his head but can see Batman walk up behind Red Robin, wearing his gas mask. He places his hand on the trembling vigilante. "You need to put him down."

"No!" Phantom purs as the arms around his shoulders bring them closer to his husband's body.

"It's too late for him, Drake. We can only honor his death."

That....that was a voice of a child. A child is in his main haunt.

Phantom wails in joy.

He gets out of his husband's arms, leaping over Batman, and his arms are around a boy in red, green, and yellow. Phantom smothers his face against the hood covering the boy's head, and short sobs rank his body. "My baby! You're my baby!"

"Unhand me!" His little grunts slamming a knife into Phantom's side, but that doesn't matter because Phantom has his son and his husband in his nest.

A bullet harmlessly passes through his forehead after a loud bang, creating a hole in Phantom's wall. He'll take care of that after he smothers his baby in cuddles.

Nightwing swings a baton at Phantom, but that, too, passes through his body without harm.

"Shit! Danny put him down!"

Huh, was that Sam?

"Danny, I mean it. Drop him!"

Oh, Tucker too!

"Daniel Fenton, you let that boy go right now!" Jazz sounded upset. Maybe she should hold his baby. "Are you listening to me?"

"Danny is not here right now." He hears his body say.

"Ohhhhh. That's not good. Okay, Danny time for a nap!" Ellie flies into his face, her hand glowing green and he has a moment to gasp at the betrayal before she blasts him.

He drops, knowing no more.

(Part 1), (Part 2), (Part 3), (Part 5)

#dc x dp crossover #the bakery is a front!...right?#Part 4 #Danny's mating stage reaches it's peak #Phantom and Danny's perfect balance was disrupted.#Team Phantom got a notification that someone broke the wards #Danny is nesting #The bats shouldn't have broken in #Hope you like!

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