#Danny is mentally screaming into a pillow

[spectral-snippets-and-drabbles]

New Leaf!Au

Danny successfully completed his training to ascend to the throne and is taking a well earned vacation to celebrate. The time for said vacation time is a surprisingly long, long vacation but one he was happy to take one nonetheless! So he decided to travel the multiverse and found one that had heroes!

Surely he could finally kick back, relax and watch them handle things without his help, right? Especially after aiding them in taking down the guy with funny lazer eyes (he tore Darkseid to pieces in front of said heroes for them).

...Right?

After much gaslighting, feigning innocence, and speaking half-truths on his part, Danny is able to convince them that he's an alien that was the last of his kind with very few memories left of who he was. Thankfully, Martian ManHunter's mind reading abilities don't work on ghosts, so it made him sell his pitch all the more easily.

"I cannot sense them anymore...I am alone...Will I die alone too?"

So now the league of heroes with a bleeding heart take him in and give him a place to stay as a reserve member. After being told that his kind age rather slowly and that he's still considered a youngling, Dinah thinks socializing with younger people will do wonders for Phantom.

And for a while, things are going good until a certain Hellblazer comes rushing to the Leauge to inform the Leauge that the Infinite Realms has been ruined by Pariah Dark and freaks out when he sees Phantom wearing the Ring of Rage.

Something only one Ghost Royalty can wield. Pariah Dark was the last known King of the Realms.

However, due to a lack of knowledge from on the Infinite Realms' practices and culture, they can only speculate what the happened before Phantom found himself wandering around the place. This causes everyone to go crazy with several conspiracy theories.

The most popular ones are as follows, not in any specific tank or order:

1) Phantom has the Ring of Rage on his ring finger. Specifically, on his left ring finger.

Which has some speculating that he was the husband/consort/favored concubine to the king and was offered it to become Pariah's beloved. With all of his injuries, it's assumed Dark's enemy's tortured Phantom to the point of memory regression and so the enraged monarch sacked the Realms to either find him or enact revenge.

Phantom did mentioned he probably had children (Dan and Dani) and that his 'kind' don't need to be male and female exclusively to have offspring.

(He used Box Ghost and Lunch Lady as reference.)

2) Constantine with the knowledge of how one becomes king.

It's possible that Phantom took the title of King after challenging Pariah Dark to one on one combat and suffered a serious blow to his head in the fight to usurp the Tyrant, causing his amnesia.

Medical scans revealed a healed scar on the side of his head under his hair, giving some support to the theory. If that's the case, then their friend is a potential warrior king lost in the Land of the Living!

3) Constantine is taken at face value.

Phantom is Pariah Dark. When his subjects made a move to kill him, they failed and somehow banished him to the realm of the living in exile. If Phantom regained these old memories and truly was the old warlord standing before them, the Leauge would have to make contingency plans to eliminate him, as he laid one of the afterlives to near irreparable ruin.

(Batman's infamous paranoia makes things worse to the point where Danny may flee the universe if he were to use a contingency on him...everyone disliked that!)

4) A Victim of unjust Betrayal?

During his talks with Martian ManHunter, Phantom talked about pieces of memories of ungrateful people and how they saw him as a menace, even though he did everything possible to keep them safe. Everything became a blur after his last encounter with his enemies but couldn't recall what happened next. When he came to, the place was in ruin.

(So it's possible he pulled a Lobo, lashed out in his panicked state and damaged the realms under extreme stress after being harmed by the denizens of the Realms before running away to escape.)

5) Regressed through other means?

Constantine knows that some ghosts have an initial form after death, so he believes that there's a chance that Phantom is Pariah Dark just before he used his powers to become the Evil King, his amnesia making him regress back to the moment before he makes a final decision.

• Some Leaguers believe he's a ticking time bomb if he regained his old memories. One that they probably can't stop, as Constantine and the other magic users can sense some serious God-like power emanating from the Phantom and who definitely has legions of undead armies at his command with forgotten knowledge that would make Apokolips look tame in comparison.

• The others who are more compassionate believe that this could be a chance to help nudge Pariah Dark onto a better path to avoid becoming evil again. Better to help walk a just path and not give him a reason to believe the Leauge would harm him.

One things for certain; everyone believes Phantom is at the critical moment on the crossroad again that could very well make or break the safety of the both the Infinite Realms and Multiverse.

So they'll help him go down the path of Justice.

#danny phantom #justice league #dc x dp #dp x dc #dp x dc crossover #dp x dc prompt #He just wanted a break from being a hero ={ #Danny is mentally screaming into a pillow #Clockwork and the Ancients are laughing their asses off at the notion of Danny being Dark's boytoy #The fact they think he's Pariah Dark's husband is making him want to die again #Ghosts in the DC multiverse rarely make it to Infinite Realms and are in Limbo #One contracted to Constantine finally made it through the veil and was horrified to see the state of the Infinite Realms #Said ghost couldn't find anyone because the piece of Constantine's soul is repels them #It's like when an orca kills a shark and every single shark for miles scatters #They don't want to be around something that so mangled #Constantine's informant is really late on news and thinks it's recent #The Leauge has outdated information #Everyone thinks Danny is Pariah Dark!au

[unadulteratedsoulsweets]

A DC X DP IDEA #28

My Beloved

Imagine dis…

You know, I like misunderstandings…

I saw a bunch of prompts that Danny is the mother of Ellie and Dan who is angry and will destroy the world in the future.

I also saw a bunch of prompts of Danny and Phantom separating themselves and acting like two individual beings but having to be in proximity or else there would be consequences.

But I didn’t see anything about combining the two things…

HEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEHE

…

Daniel “Danny” Fenton knew that he had many powers, that kept on growing and appearing at the heat of the moment. He would sometimes forget how many powers he had due to his never-ending list. He has powers that he likes to use often, like levitation, flight, intangibility, his ghostly wail, and many more… But even he has a favorite, his duplication power.

Unlike Vlad who can create multiple clones of himself to do his bidding, he can only create one.

Now don’t go on and underestimate him just because he can only create one despite Vlad making multiple and who is also a halfa.

…

His clone is unique, when he first discovered this power of his he was all alone in the house full of guns to kill him when a passing thought passed his mind. Wes was getting on his nerves with how he adamantly tried to prove that he was Phantom. He knew the consequences when the people knew the truth, especially his parents, every time he closed his eyes it always showed him and his parents at the other end of the dissecting table.

He kept on saving them, poor animal ghosts who had just stumbled through the portal. He kept on stuffing his face with his pillows just to block out the screams.

He had just blinked, one moment he was all alone and all of a sudden another appeared in front of him.

He was startled at the notion while the clone looked at him with interest.

The clone was not human-HIM per se, but it was the ghostly-HIM aka Phantom but with more ghostly attributes.

Snow white hair that seems to sway, taller by a few feet, pointed ears, fanged teeth, skin so blue, and white freckles that seem to give off a faint glow.

He tried going ghost but was unable to do so, what he can do is a weaker version of flight, intangibility, and invisibility. While Phantom got most if not all of his powers whenever he went ghost.

At first, he was ecstatic with this new power of his not only he can throw people off who are looking too deeply into Phantom’s identity and put an end to Wes’s chatter but with this new power of his he can finally have some sort of normalcy.

But after a few minutes, he began to feel fatigued and nauseous, Phantom slowly moved towards Danny and merged himself with his human half causing a faint white glow all over his body that he got used to whenever he was going ghost.

It was a few minutes, Danny thought to himself, but it was enough to not only create a separation between the kid who always hides in the bathroom or disappears whenever there is a ghost attack and a ghost kid who looks the same age as he and only appears whenever he disappears.

But it was enough.

…

Everything was great, as Phantom was able to deal with the ghosts that constantly invaded his hometown but also, he is slowly bringing his grades up from where it was before the accident. He also created an alibi for himself so people will know that both Phantom and Danny and two separate people.

Both sides were able to go on separated from each other the more time they spent separated

…

After a few days, something also began to change.

Phantom would sometimes make a joke or a quip about death or even puns that made Danny laugh. Phantom would be more serious whenever they got too far from each other, small things that made both Danny and Phantom different from one another from an outside perspective.

Both made a mental connection to each other.

Not like romantically, but more of a deep platonic love for each other.

Devotion to each of their other halves. So deep that one might double-take whenever they saw the two.

Danny loves his friends and family but even they cannot understand him ever since the day of the accident. Jazz blessed his sister’s soul, who read every book in every existence known to man and tried to help him. But the thing is, those books are for humans, not ghosts, and especially not for someone like him.

He died and came back to life knowing instinctively that something was wrong with him. He stands in between life and death. He knew he died and felt every bolt of electricity that had killed him. He who had to sit still at the dinner table listening to their parents who were supposed to love them, listened in great detail to what they would do to Phantom when they had caught him. 

But Phantom, Phantom instinctively knew how he felt and heard his thoughts. When rough days came to Danny, Phantom quietly appeared behind him and offered his silent support.

Both needed each other to live, without the other one cannot survive on their own.

Phantom, when got too far and separated from his human for far too long got reckless, angry, cold, merciless, and ruthless. Nocturn got the burnt of it despite knowing that Phantom held back.

And Danny?

Got too emotional, and detached, and has that far-away look on his face. He would space out an entire war or destruction surrounding and he still would not notice.

Both are each other’s anchor and rock. And when both become one and become Phantom together then they will be unstoppable.

…

When Danny became the Ghost King it was clear they needed to separate often due to the amount of paperwork that was left pilling when Pariah Dark was in charge.

It became domestic, Danny thought as he paused for a bit when he was trying to write a book report from the Lord of the Rings courtesy of Mr. Lancer. Add the latest guests in his room he thought as he took a look at the sleeping and cuddled up Dan and Ellie who are now freshly de-aged due to some circumstances.

When Danny tried to explain to the two halves the reason why he and Phantom seemed to separate or why he was using this power of his almost every day.

Dan and Ellie seem the only two who didn’t feel weird at his new predicament. Both de-aged ghosts after a sudden bad melting episode and the start of someone’s redemption arc called human Danny is their mom while Phantom is their dad.

Danny at first surprised at the title given by the two but asked playfully to the twins why is he the mom. Phantom who was trying to cuddle the two de-aged ghosts whom he saw as his children at this point and his human counterpart mumbled about whether was it the time when he went and juggled flaming diapers or mastered the art of the 'mom stare' that could freeze a room?

Danny who is still in a bad mood from Dash’s bullying earlier snarked back at Phantom on how he got the dad title. Did he accidentally perfect the art of 'dad dancing' during ghostly gatherings? or accidentally stumble into a dad joke competition?

Sam, often would joke that if she didn’t know better, she would think the two would be lovers which would be found in Paulina’s A03 account and history.

Now that spread like wildfire, it spread faster than Wes could say Danny is Phantom. Now both GIW and his parents are out to get him for two different reasons… One Phantom mind controlled their precious son and now locked up Danny for his “own good” and two he was called a so-called “traitor” to his race as he fell in love with a creature who was not even sentient.

As things slowly went out of hand, Danny had to physically drag Phantom, who had been clawing and gripping to Danny like a lifetime ever since Danny told him to stay at the Infinite Realms for their safety, to a portal with the two children who have their eyes puffed red as they say their farewells to each other.

…

The JL is now confused, they kept seeing the same teen on the loose that appeared in various cities such as Metropolis, Central, Star City, and many more, with various government agents tailing him and trying to capture him.

At first, they thought it was another of Walker’s programs, in which they kidnap various kids who have a powerful meta ability to be part of a group that directly answers to the government.

But when it was revealed that he is another son of Bruce Wayne, it became personal.

Could it be another ploy to gain the Wayne enterprise through a much older and miniature appearance of Bruce Wayne, is it another ploy to gain Bruce Wayne’s wealth and money… They might never know.

…

Batman aka Bruce Wayne publicly announced that he had found another son who was rummaging in the trash of Gotham City, this way those mysterious agents could not publicly go after him as Danny had been publicly broadcasted and the manor is equipped with the latest security known to man.

Danny is very skittish the Batfam concluded, as if every move and twitch they made is something Danny should be wary of. Danny was too distracted to be sad, and have little to no energy to even join Dick and the rest of his siblings to bond over something.

However, that didn’t stop them from forming some sort of familial bond with Danny despite him being too guarded and too wary to get close to the family.

However, it all changed on a random day, as the entire noticed his change of mood. No longer the wariness, anxiety, and nervousness they encountered daily. Each of them began asking around within themselves if they were the one who made a change to Danny, even Alfred didn’t know who or what made him turn a 180.

Of course, when they tried to ask COUGH to interrogate COUGH Danny, he just kept quiet and smiled shyly.

..

Night comes and all the Bats are gathered at the cave to discuss what made Danny to be in a good mood before their patrol.

As they were just about to leave for their shift when Oracle notified them Danny leaving the manor.

Of course, all of them immediately followed him and followed him to a tall abandoned building with Danny sitting giddily on top of the said building. Of course, some of them have some dark thoughts about Danny sitting on top of a warehouse and seeming near the edge. One of the Bat broods is ready to interfere if Danny even makes any signs.

But all thoughts were thrown out as a crack seemed to tear through reality appeared behind Danny, Danny on the other hand looked ecstatic. As the tear/ crack opened up there they saw an underworldly being donned with a crown that is covered in various jewels, an outfit and cape fit for an emperor, and eyes that reminded them of the Lazarus pits.

Just as the moment they tried to calm their hearts down, Danny flung himself towards the unknown being and cried out beloved, the said being caught Danny and twirled him around.

Both are in their little world as they both keep laughing and hugging each other.

The Bat family who are still in the shadows kept their eyes on the two as they wanted to get Danny away from someone that made their instincts go haywire. Batman and Robin are both especially to grab Danny away from that thing.

Both the being and Danny finally settled down and began chatting to each other with little to no distance between the two. The being then summoned a basket that was full of unique and exotic food and then shared it with their new brother.

Then Danny suddenly asked about the kids, What kids!!! EVERYONE thought when suddenly two black blurs went and tackled Danny down, knocking the air out of him.

As the kids stopped hugging Danny, they all held their breaths, they looked like the perfect copy of Danny. Black hair and blue eyes, both kids exclaimed Danny as their mom while they pouted at the being and called him dad about hoarding their mom.

The reunited “family” began chatting about how they were at each other, more on the beings asking how Danny is especially doing.

Danny chatted about how the Waynes are too good for him and how he informed Batman since the Bats have a very close relationship with the Waynes. When one of the kids why mom needs to talk to Batman, Danny just casually reveals a bombshell on the Anti-Ecto laws, GIW, The Infinite realms...etc. So that both mom and dad could get together again, as mom aka Danny is trying everything to stop the war from the living world while their dad tries to stop the war from the Realms.

As they were chatting and catching up to one another, Danny looked at his wristwatch and told the kids that he had to get going or else the Waynes might notice that he snuck out. Both kids immediately cried and gripped Danny while the other being also known as dad didn’t even try to pry the kids off from Danny as he too wanted to stay with the human.

Of course, Danny gently pried off the three hands that were gripping and immediately one of the kids threw a tantrum at how Danny was not safe and might get him killed if he stayed there and Danny should just go with them. Of course, Danny shook his head and told the kid that Mommy was doing everything he could to protect both of them also he might not want to admit it in front of the Wayne but he did grow on them, like a fungus he can’t remove.

And so, the trio left the building after one last look and hug from Danny, Danny immediately lost the small life and cheerfulness that he had when he was meeting them and silently went back to the manor.

…

This made the Bat clan scramble to fix everything, all the while competing for the favorite uncle and aunt title while both Bruce and Alfred engage in their silent war for the grandpa title, when they showed their findings to the League both Booster Gold and the Flask stood up white as paper.

They claimed at the picture of Danny, that he may be the one who destroyed the future, but looked a little confused as some traits that they remembered were not on Danny which made them speculate that maybe he grew into. But when the two-time travelers explained in great detail his appearance, it matched the appearance of their nephew.

Is this the reason why Dan turned evil, humans have killed his family leaving him both angry and devastated that he let the world know of his pain?

…

PS: If someone out there wants to continue or make a fic about this you are free to do so, don’t forget to tag me though.

PPS: As you can see, I posted a bit early, I got a bunch of people to do and things to see. So uhh, bye-bye!

PPPS: This one got too long for my liking...

#dc x dp #dc x dp prompt #danny phantom #ghost king danny

[kawaiikenna]

Inspired by this post by @stealingyourbones . No one is safe from the angst. ÒwÓ TW: buried alive.

For those who want to be tagged for continuation; here’s the link to the fic posted on ao3. Subscribe there to guarantee a notification just in case I forget to tag someone. ^w^ Under the Earth; Far from Home

Part 2 for y’all. :3

Danny didn’t know how long he had been in there for. His breathing has become slow and shallow. The last he counted was eight breaths per minute. Lower than his usual resting rate but not too alarming. Now though, he was down to four breaths. His heartbeat had always been much slower than a regular living person at fifty-five beats per minute. It was now hitting at thirty-seven. Worryingly low, even for him.

He groggily cracked his eyes open and was greeted by the same sight he had been staring at for who knows how long now. Silver metal with green cybertronic designs inlaid. A small viewing window directly above him. It was closed though, and could only be opened from the outside. He stared at his reflection in the plexiglass and metal. His face no longer held any kind of muscle or fat. His cheeks had hollowed and eyes had sunken to a damn near skeletal level. When he wriggled his hand up to cautiously touch his face, it was in the same state. Fingers gaunt and skeletal. He could see every single bone in his hand as well as his wrist.

Betrayal panged through his chest at the thought of how he came to be in this situation. His heart had stopped while Danny had been napping on the couch. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence but this time his mom had found him. She had silently freaked out before being his dad in. Together they came to the conclusion that Danny had died. A very logical conclusion for any other normal person. But Danny was anything but normal. The next time he awoke was to his parents shutting the lid on what had seemed to be a coffin. Danny had yelled and shouted until his voice broke and his throat felt raw. He flailed about in his tiny prison, trying to find a way, any way, of getting out. He was rewarded with multiple shocks every time he even so much as brushed the metal sides. When Danny had tried to go ghost he was shocked so badly that he passed out from the pain.

The next time he awoke was to the thudding sounds of something being thrown onto the lid. Panic had welled up in his mind. Gripping his throat and constricting his chest. He was being buried alive. His parents were BURYING HIM ALIVE. Danny cried and screamed again. Begging them to not do this. To let him out. Telling them that he was still alive, that he was still their son and not a ghost.

They didn’t stop. Instead, Danny was left there. Panting and heaving through the worst panic attack he had ever experienced. He was stuck and there was no getting out.

Danny sighed. He knew that he didn’t have much time left. His energy had nearly completely depleted. He was so weak that he couldn’t physically fight his way out. So with the last bit of strength that he could muster, he sent out an emotional distress signal. He didn’t expect a response. One had never come before. So he closed his eyes again, submitting to his fate.

And then it came.

A tiny whisper, but a response all the same. Danny’s eyes snapped open, renewed vigor forcing him to press his hands against the lid of the coffin he had been buried in. The shocks rocking through his incredibly weak body but it didn’t stop him. Instead he sent out another emotional beacon.

Help, help, buried, not dead, alive, alive, ALIVE.

The answering reply;

Alive, help, coming, safe?

No, no, hurt, alive, hurt.

Danny cried for the first time in what felt like eons. Green streaked tears flooding from his eyes to fall down through his hair and to the pitifully thin pillow below his head. This other presence caressed his mind with projections of safety and help. And he continued to cry out for help. The emotional and mental anguish finally breaking through and breaking him down. He could feel himself slipping. His consciousness fading into black. But just before he slipped entirely into the welcoming blackness that was trying to overcome him, the viewing window slid open.

On the other side was a man with mostly black hair save a lock of pure white that was stuck to his forehead by the sweat pouring off of him. His blue eyes kept flickering to a shade of ectoplasm green before returning back to blue. He wore a white tank top that was now grass stained and streaked with dirt. His hands and arms covered in a thick layer of mud. Had he dug through the dirt by hand? Why?

While Danny had been lost in thought, a sound he had never thought he would hear again rang in his ears. The coffin lid hissed as the hydraulic hinges lifted it. And Danny took his first breath of fresh, non-recycled air in heaven knows how long. The sobs that rended themselves from his throat were those that told of a broken and afraid teen. One that had been abandoned by his parents, possibly even his sister and best friends. Someone that had been alone for so long that even sitting in a stranger’s embrace in the muddy rain was euphoric.

Danny didn’t know when the man had picked him up and held him closely. But it was definitely not unwelcome. If anything, Danny tried to press further into the stranger’s chest. Further away from the damned coffin that had been his prison for so long. The darkness of unconsciousness was beckoning again. Even sweeter this time in the wake of his rescue.

So he closed his eyes and Danny fell asleep to the deep cadence of the man’s voice telling him he was safe.

#danny phantom #dp x dc #danny fenton #dc #batman #dp #jason todd #dc x dp #dc comics #batfam #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #red hood #buried alive #tw: buried alive #have some angst #so much angst #no one is spared

[onboardsorasora]

Danni!! i'm screaming!! the way i'm so obsessed. does daniel ever find out how they come out?? does he work out why max and lando are hissing at each other?? also like is daniel the first human to go through this??

He doesn't yet know how they come out. No one's telling him, like it's either since super secret alien information or he's just expected to know. Which is dumb because how the hell would he just know???

Lando doesn't touch him again, and Daniel figures that it was the tentacleness of it all. Maybe Max doesn't like it when other people reprimand his kids? Daniel has no fucking clue because no one is telling him anything.

The impulsiveness slows down and really only pops up when he's sleepy. He sleep walks now because his kids apparently want to test drive him or something. He's woken up all over the place and no one seems very concerned.

Daniel keeps remembering Grace's voice telling him that his karma for being annoying would be kids that are exactly like he was. And Daniel thinks she's right as he yawns and gets up from a storage closet.

He meets Lewis... He doesn't even know when. He has no clue about the passage of time. Lewis is cool, always in an engineering room or another.

"I'm gonna start leaving a pillow in that room for you man" Lewis had giggled when he came out.

"id appreciate it." Daniel stretched.

"c'mon, I can believe no one got you a cuff yet." Lewis grumbled, taking Daniel's hand. Daniel froze waiting for the tentacley touch and for the sickness. But none came.

"you ok?" Lewis asks

"yeah, sorry no one's touched me sans tentacles recently."

"oh, you don't have to worry about that with me. I'm human" Lewis shrugged and walks off as if he doesn't just blow Daniel's mind. This is it. The mental shut down he was waiting for. Because what the fuck?

#answered #anonymous #alien max

[cactusfunksstuff]

English Coffee

Triggers: 18+ only!, some DA, name calling, etc.

Summary: Fionnuala has had a shit time, so when she gets screamed at by a customer it’s the last straw. She gets a job working with Greta Van Fleet on their tour as a costume design assistant. She has a rule for no relationships but what happens when she catches the eye of Josh? Will she go ahead and follow her heart, or will she refuse and lose everything she loves ?

Chapter 5.

I got to Jess’ door and knocked, I checked my phone. 12.30. Not bad. We fly at 5. Couple of hours work, then airport. The drive was only a few hours, but she said to fly was easier.

The door opened, Jess was stood there in jogging bottoms and a big Yale jumper. Maybe she went to college there? Her face was still, stern almost. I opened my mouth to say something when she pulled me into a massive hug. ‘I’m here Flo, okay. I’m here.’ She said into my hair, I wrapped my arms around her and that’s when I broke. I burst into tears, sobs wracked my body and I was crying right into her hair. I didn’t care, the emotions came out of me in waves. Anyone could walk by and I didn’t care, she was shushing me and rubbing my back.

‘It’s okay, Flo.’ She kept repeating, letting me know it’s okay to cry. I pulled away and took a deep breath, she pulled me in by my arm and sat me on the bed. She grabbed the box of tissues the hotel have in the room and sat behind me on the bed against the pillows. I turned round and crossed my legs while patting my eyes with a tissue. ‘Wanna tell me what happened?’ She said softly, I nodded and hiccuped from all the tears.

I debriefed her on the situation and she sighed, ‘Flo, you promised. You can’t let this happen, from the way he treated you. You need to cut this off now, I don’t want you getting pulled back in. Not here, this job is too good for you.’ She said, leaning forwards and patting my knee. ‘I know, trust me. But he has this power over me, like I need to talk to him when he wants.’ I said, putting my head in my hands. ‘That’s what he wants, all his mind games, the gaslighting, the abuse. It’s all so he has this power, this leverage almost. He likes knowing he can do what he wants.’ She is still speaking softly to me, making sure she doesn’t set me off crying again.

‘I know. This is it, I’m blocking him. I’m not having him loom over me this entire tour, my mental health can’t take that pressure.’ I grab my phone and block him. I see some messages I have.

Greta

Sammy: Flo, I miss you ☹️

Danny: Me too! What’s the plans for tomorrow ?

Jake: Bar?

Sammy: Oh YEAHHHH

Sammy: Let’s get Flo so drunk she spills all her secrets 🤠

Sammy: Wrong chat…. Ignore that Flo pls

Josh: Ffs Sammy

Jake: What an absolute idiot

Jake: Younger sibling i stg

Flo: Let’s get plastered boyssss

Jake: Plastered?

Danny: English slang= Drunk

Sammy: I like it!

Orla: Call me bitch

Mum: Facetime me when you can my love.

I reply to Orla saying I will call her tomorrow, and the same to my mum. Just as I go to put my phone away a message from Josh lights up. Jess was talking about getting some chick-fil-A when we get to the airport, and told me she had phoned the tailor and the costumes would be ready and sent to Houston to pick up. I agreed with her while I opened the message.

Josh: Call me?

I sighed and turned to Jess, she was typing away furiously at her phone. ‘We need to start talking about new ideas for costumes for Europe. The states are done, but the guys like different designs for Europe. Josh goes on about some sort of celestial stuff for Europe, and more flowing.’ She says looking up. ‘Are you alright?’ I shook my head. ‘Ezra?’ She asks standing up and grabbing a water bottle for me and her. ‘What’s up then hunny?’ She says, ‘It’s Josh.’ I say.

‘Josh?’ She asks, no emotion on her face. I nod and look down groaning. ‘I knew it!’ She says instantly changing mood, I feel myself go bright red. ‘Tell me everything!’ Once again I debrief her. ‘And now this, and you are up to speed on the dramatic life of Fionnuala.’ I say waving my hands about. ‘Well, shit um okay.’ She says reading his words over and over. ‘Well I guess call him. The way you left things isn’t right, and I hate to say it but really fucking rude and unprofessional.’ I look up gawking, ‘Unprofessional? He was the one with his fucking arm round me the entire afternoon and then interrogated me in the car when he knew I had to talk because you can’t just leave a car.’ I say standing up.

I start to pace the room, ‘Yeah, true. Okay don’t call him, you will have to see him tomorrow? Even more awkward then.’ She says laying on the bed, ‘Cape or no cape for Paris?’ She says looking down at a drawing I had done. ‘Obviously cape for Paris, jacket for Rome.’ I say placing my hands on my hips. ‘Yeah, good idea.’ She scribbles on the paper, ‘Call him, Flo.’ I sigh and grab my phone and go to my room, ‘I’ll be back in an hour, then we go to the airport ?’ She hums and nods.

Flo: You call me…

Josh: Please, call me

Attached he sent a picture of him pouting at the camera, I could see his earring dangling from his ear. Thats so sexy.

I sent back one in the bathroom mirror glaring.

Flo: No, you want to talk you call me.

Immediately after sending that my phone began to ring. I took a deep breath, immediately feeling sick from nerves and answered.

‘Hiya.’ I said trying to keep the tone light, ‘I’m sorry Flo.’ I heard him sigh from the other end of the phone, it sounded so hot being slightly muffled. ‘No, Josh. I’m sorry. It was so unprofessional and rude of me to speak to you like that. You’re my superior and it shows no respect on my end. I should have just said I don’t want to talk.’ I rambled on, ‘Flo, I’m sorry.’ He said emphasising the ‘I’m’. ‘I pushed and I shouldn’t have. I will leave it alone for now, but I know something is going on. I care about you Flo. I can’t apologise for that. If you want to talk about it, I’m here okay? I just want my Flo to be alright. Okay darling?’ He said, his voice getting more hushed and soft by the word. I nearly melted into the floor when he called me HIS Flo. ‘Uh, yeah. Um, Josh?’ I said nearly whispering. ‘Yeah love?’ He said, his voice sounded insecure when he spoke this time. I sat down on the floor in front of my bed.

‘Can I ask you a favour?’ I said, my heart beating out of my chest. Keep your cool Flo! ‘Oh yeah course.’ He said, I could hear rustling coming from his end. It sounded like he was sitting down. Wait, where even was he? ‘So, you call me darling a lot. Can you stop? I know this probably sounds crazy, but I uh, I, I love it but I kind of have a bad relationship almost with that word?’ I said, I could barely get my words out. I sound like a fucking idiot. ‘Oh, um of course. Sorry, Flo. I didn’t realise.’ He said, he sounded embarrassed, fuck sake. ‘Sorry, Josh I know I sound so fucking rude right now but I really don’t like being called that.’ I said, my voice quiet. I want this conversation to end so bad, but I also love hearing him breathe down the phone.

‘No of course! Don’t worry love.’ That one I can handle, that one makes me feel like i’m on fire. No, Flo. We aren’t doing that, no feelings. ‘Cool, okay thanks boss.’ I said cringing. ‘Boss? Come on Flo I think we are past that, don’t you?’ He said, I could hear the smirk on his voice. ‘Oh are we, Mr Kiszka?’ I teased, crossing the line here Flo. Do not get involved. ‘Mm, I’m sure we are.’ His voice got low. ‘Well sorry, Mr Kiszka but I just want to be professional. You are my boss after all?’ I couldn’t control the smile taking over my face, my chest felt heavy and butterflies exploded. What am I doing ? ‘I’m sure you do, love. Mr Kiszka? Careful Flo I might just like that.’ I felt my body freeze when he said that, oh no. I’m too far in, I need to stop. I can’t be doing this? This is crazy.

‘Um, yeah. I need to get back me and Jess have some things to go over for Europe and our flight is soon. So, um I’ll see you guys tomorrow ?’ I said quickly, putting my hand on my face. ‘Oh, yeah I guess so. Have a good flight Flo.’ I said bye quickly and hung up. Right, I need to stop. Just stop now before anyone gets hurt.

I made my way back to Jess’ room. ‘How did it go?’ She said drawing in her pad of paper. ‘Um yeah well. So Paris, I’m thinking silver grey waist jacket with no shirt, long silver necklaces and some wide leg trousers to match. With some embroidering? We can take some drawings to the next meeting to discuss.’ I said sitting down at the desk and writing bits down. ‘You mean Rome, Flo. So I’m guessing well?’ She smirked at me standing and grabbing her suitcase. I felt my face heat up and I put my hand to my forehead, ‘Yeah, very well.’ She smirked at me and grabbed her phone, so it’s 3 now so grab your shirt and let’s go. I’ll come to your room now and we can just head off.’

We headed off for my room, when we turned round the corner I saw Sam and Danny leaving theirs. Why do I never know where their rooms are? ‘Flo!’ I heard Danny shout and suddenly saw Sam running down to bear hug me. ‘How are you petal?’ He said into my hair, great so he must know as well that I left for ‘family issues’ last night. I pulled back and smiled, ‘I’m fine Sammy, how are you guys doing?’ I said holding his arm. ‘We missed you Flo, feels like ages since we saw you. Hey Jess! You guys off to the airport.’ Danny said standing next to Sammy. ‘Yeah, our flight is at 5 so we got to get moving.’ She said pushing me toward my room. ‘Well I guess i’ll see you guys tomorrow?’ I said swiping my key, ‘You will! We are all hanging out it’s been too long.’ Danny said waving and staring to walk away, ‘Don’t go! Don’t leave me.’ Sam said grabbing onto my arm as I got pushed into my room. I started laughing as Jess shouted ‘Let go of the poor girl Sam! We need to go or we will miss the flight.’ He released my arm and fell to the floor fake crying, ‘You’re so dramatic Sammy, I love it.’ I said laughing as I closed the door.

‘Right, get your shit we gotta go!’ Jess said waiting by the door, I grabbed my suitcase and scanned the room one last time before leaving. We jumped in an uber and Jess phoned her husband on the way to let him know we are going to Houston and giving him the details of the hotel we are in.

We soon arrived at the airport and I called my mum to let her know what was going on, I decided to keep Ezra to myself for now for a couple of weeks before telling her otherwise she would be worried sick. ‘Cool, so let’s get some food and then we can head over to wait at the gate?’ Jess said as we passed through security. ‘Sounds good to me boss.’ I said as we walked through the terminals. ‘So the guys want to go out drinking tomorrow.’ Jess said as we found some small restaurant to grab dinner in. I sat opposite her and nodded, ‘Yeah, Josh said. Do they really want to do it all day?’ I asked as the waiter came over and took our orders. ‘Yeah, probably they do this a lot on tour.’ She said, ‘Have you been on tour previously with them?’ I asked sipping on my coke that the waiter brought over.

‘Oh yeah! I’ve done the previous one as well, they loved me so much they brought me back on.’ She said smiling, ‘That’s amazing Jess!’ I said, ‘They must love your stuff and I can see why the designs are amazing.’ She smiled at me, she was always such a happy person. ‘They do, but you’re my first assistant. I didn’t trust anyone when I was first with them I think I wanted to show them what I could do but it was so much work for one person. That’s why this time I brought you along with me, someone else to share ideas with and get feedback. You’re really amazing Flo, you’re going to go places.’ She said eating her pasta, I smiled and looked down feeling embarrassed. ‘Thanks Jess, thank you so much again for bringing me along with you. It means so much.’

We soon boarded and off to Houston. When we landed we grabbed our bags and headed to the hotel, we arrived and parted ways for the night. I got into my room and looked around, these guys do not spare any money on hotels. The room was once again huge with floor to ceiling windows and a king sized bed. I changed and got into the sheets and opened my phone. 9pm, not bad.

I texted Orla back and updated her with what was going on. My phone lit up with a text.

Greta

Sammy: Miss you Flo Flo!

Flo: Haha, miss you too Sammy.

Flo: Drunk already?

Jake: Very Flo, we miss you here tho

Jake: Josh keeps asking where you are

Flo: Does he ? Well i’m right here ??

Danny: You guys make it ok to Houston?

Flo: Here and in bed all safe and sound don’t worry guys

Sammy: I will not apologise for my actions earlier I missed you a lot ☹️

Flo: Aww miss you too bestie !

Jake: Josh says hello

Flo: Is he incapable of using a phone ?

Jake sent a picture of Josh with a joint in his mouth smiling at the camera, he looked dazed. But he looked so hot as well.

Flo: Oh so very incapable then 😅

Jake: He says to send a picture like you guys do ?

Sammy: Oh so you guys text without us !

Danny: That sounds wrong ….

Jake: He’s getting impatient Flo

Jake: He says he misses his Fionnuala

I got up and went to the bathroom with better lighting, I sent a picture smiling widely into the mirror. I had my glasses on that I only wore at the end of the day when my eyes hurt, when I should wear them more often. My hair was messy by my ears, and my oversized bluegrass shirt was faded and creased. You couldn’t see my waist so I didn’t worry about putting shorts or anything on.

Sammy: Little cutie pie likes country ! 🤠

Jake: He says and I quote guys ‘pretty lady wears glasses does she ?’

Flo: She does indeed 🤓

Danny: Oh a country gal

Sammy: You should have told us! We can take her to a country bar tomorrow !!

Flo: Sounds like a plan gang 🥸

Flo: I’m going sleep bye guys miss you all!

Jake: Josh says bye pretty lady

I woke up to banging on my door, I groaned rolled over and checked the time on my phone. 8am. I mean my alarm is going off in 15 minutes so i’m not too mad, but why is someone knocking on my door? I rolled out of bed shoved my glasses on because it was too early to try and see properly. I opened the door while rubbing my face, Sam and Danny were stood there smiling and I could see Jake behind them on his phone. He looked up and waved at me. ‘Um, good morning?’ I said confused, ‘Did we make plans for this morning?’ Sam started smiling wider, ‘No but we do now! We all woke up early so we wanted to know if you wanted breakfast with us? We already got to Jess she is getting dressed.’ He then let himself into my room followed by the others.

‘Oh, um yeah I can do. I’ll shower now, are you guys waiting in here or?’ I said opened my suitcase to choose an outfit. ‘Yep sure are to make sure you get ready.’ Sam said laying on my bed, Danny chose the desk and Jake sat on the floor. ‘Cool, I will shower now then boys see you in a few.’ I said closing the door, what a morning. I opened my texts to Jess texting me.

Jess: Beware. The guys are coming to your room to get you up.

Flo: Already here 😩

Jess: Oh shit, well good luck they were in my room for like half an hour

Flo: Great, well I will see you soon?

Jess: Yeah meeting you in the lobby

I took a shower and got changed. I was wearing a long sleeve, beige corduroy dress with buttons. It came down to mid thigh so I popped on some tights and some doc martens. Very 2014 tumblr grunge. Love it.

When I exited the bathroom Josh was laying on the bed next to Sam, under the covers. I smiled when I saw him, ‘Flo! There you are! We missed you last night.’ He said grinning, he was wearing some black trousers, plain top and some funky patterned jacket. He looked absolutely divine.

‘Heya! Yeah I missed you too man, seems like you had a good night?’ I said grabbing my bag and checking everything I needed was in there. I took out my citrus scented perfume and gave myself a spray. ‘Ready to rock and roll boys?’ I asked making my way to the door, they all nodded and followed me. Sam, Jake and Danny made their way to the lift while I locked my door, Josh was still standing next to me. ‘Oh hello Josh, seems like you had a very good night. Smoking the devils lettuce, you naughty boy.’ I said starting to make my way down the corridor. He stayed close to me, he placed his hand on my low back. It felt more natural now, but didn’t mean that I still didn’t tense or feel myself go red in the face. ‘A lovely time, but would have been better if my pretty Flo was in attendance.’ He said, smirking down at me. I smiled back shyly and looked forward so he didn’t see my face red. I felt his breath hit my ear first making me shiver, ‘I must say, you looked absolutely ravishing in that picture last night. Shame everyone else saw it.’ I felt my heart skip a beat, and goosebumps arrive on my skin. Way too far Flo, you’re in way too far.

I didn’t say anything, but i’m sure he saw the way my mouth parted and the hairs on my skin stood on end. When I gained enough courage to look up at him, we were already in the lift on the way down. He had a smug look on his face, and had removed his hand from my back. That bastard.

#greta van fic #greta van fleet fanfiction #josh kiszka angst #josh kiszka fanfiction #josh kiszka fluff #greta van fleet #greta van smut #josh kiszka #josh kiszka smut #josh x reader

[xemonchi]

Motion

He was called a monster so many times that while half delirious from the torture, he.. his mind just... Shut off. Like powering down a computer, he couldn't really remember much

that small note tucked away, it had a number, a sentence written in cute handwriting, "text if you ever need someone who knows a thing or two about shit situations or just a distraction" and a "feel better soon, ghosty" with a little drawing of a ghost and dash next to a D.

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The soft pavement lights stringed along the raindrops touch the ground, pavement and wet grass mudded together as a young half ghost laid on the ground, looking around at the buildings in the small park area, dissociating as the lighting graze his pale white skin and wet mudded black hair, white shirt and dark blue slightly ripped up jeans clinging against his skin, monster of a feeling left behind.

His body felt shackled to the ground, a thin layer of pain fading along his legs and shoulders as the rain fell on his face, his body whined as he heard footsteps, his icy blue eyes tried to look to the steps before his body fully blackout.

Danny woke up in a rough manner, looking around seeing a white nurse room, he usually avoided while at college, his brain ached trying to remember what happened or why his body felt so beaten into the ground feeling, his head laid softly on a pillow, he had a small tube against hand, checking his body, "as if, I'm half dead," he grumbled, pulling the tube off his body, slowly getting up as he saw a figure that felt vaguely familiar, he put his feet down on the ground nearly falling but getting stopped by someone.

"Easy, Fenton," the masculine voice said with a thin familiar tone, he waved off the person, as he checked his phone with a few missed calls and messages.

"Eh I'm alright," he said plainly, his bones had a cracked sound as his heart beated loudly in his ear, he looked up seeing a semi familiar face but he couldn't put where he had seen them, the dude nodded and nodded over to the door to outside with worried look on their face.

"Just don't pass out on the pavements again, bye," the blonde dude said, sighing, he didn't seem like a nurse or in training but Danny shrugged with a wave as he headed out, a little note tucked in his phone case waiting to be seen.

He walked along the halls, it was around four am and barely anyone dead or alive was up, walking to his friend Tucker's dorm room, he hummed, his brain was stuck on that kind of pretty blonde from the nurse's room, from their build they could possibly be a footballer, he sighed as he got into his room, looking down at his phone, seeing another string of messages from Tucker and Sam, he sighed, his head hitting the pillow as he flopped down.

Tucker:

I'm not going to be back for a few, new ghost cat got out

DP:

Alright im sleeping on your bed nerd

He typed back a few times trying to remember what happened as flashes of last night blink in his mind, it was around the new years eve, Danny he remembered bits of being captured by his parents out of fear doesn't reveal to them again that he is a halfa. And naturally they kept insulting him. 'It', scum and spook slowly turning into monster and abomination, he remembered his body shaked.

He remembered screaming from some college students and the sound of rain. College wasn't as knowing of the afterlife as Amity High School/ Amity park in general, people react only two ways to being called a monster. They either rise above and become successful in life and carry the memory of the insults in the form of mental scars. Or they become a monster themselves.

He was called a monster so many times that while half delirious from the torture he.. his mind just... Shut off. Like powering down a computer, he couldn't really remember much as he laid on Tucker's bed, it felt like a block that he couldn't get through, some trauma that was even for the bravest of heart, he looked at his phone seeing that small note tucked away, it had a number, a sentence written in cute handwriting, "text if you ever need someone who knows a thing or two about shit situations or just a distraction" and a "feel better soon, ghosty" with a little drawing of a ghost and dash next to a D.

And his body had a distorted feeling to the note, putting in the phone number with D as the contact, he sent a "hi" before remembering His….. his Eldritch form came out for the first time last night, he couldn't remember shit.

D:

Hello who's this?

Danny:

It's Danny, I uh got your note about the situation? Unless I got the wrong number haha

D:

Nah you didn't at all, yeah so I basically saw you dead on the ground of the college park area and put you in the nurse's area, you okay now?

Danny:

Ah shit yeah I am, just passed out

Thanks by the watch

D:

Right well no problem I'll let you sleep, text me whenever

But all of that did leave it's mark. Danny grappled with thinking he was a monster for months. It was Dash who first managed to shake those thoughts thanks to grappling with his own struggles, doing his best to make amends with others and himself.

It was just some simple words he said at the top of the hill looking over the stars and sea, "I don't think a monster would have the capacity to look at the stars with as much awe as you."

Dash didn't say them on purpose, too, the words leaving his lips before he was even aware that he thought them.

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Roman scrambles away again, and Bryce controls his reflexes this time. Roman disappears on the other side of the bed, and after a moment the screaming stops, replaced by sobbing.

Somehow, it's worse.

Bryce closes his eyes and lets out a quiet breath. Under the sobbing, the speaker quietly plays Bing Crosby and Danny Kaye jauntily singing about wishing they were back in the army.

He can't take it anymore. He stands up and leaves, closing the door gently behind him. He goes to his room, pours himself another shot of whisky and down it in one gulp. Then he lies down and pulls his pillow over his ears. In his mind, his sister sobs into his shoulder that she's too young to die.

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Roman sobs more and more quietly for the next hour. Eventually, he's out of tears. His head hurts. He's scared. He thinks Bryce left, but he's not sure.

After another hour, his mind starts whirring... He can't stay here. That was a nightmare, right? None of that was real? When had it ended? Was Bryce ever in the room, or did he dream that too? Did he wake up after falling off the bed? He's not sure of any of those things.

The only thing he is certain of, is the fact that he has to leave. It's not ideal— he should wait for his leg to heal more first, but he can't. If he stays, he won't be able to hold his mental state together that long.

In three more days— it is three more days, right?—Bryce will be gone. For the entire day. It doesn't take five seconds for Roman to decide that will be the best time to escape.

In order to have a fighting chance at escaping, he knows he'll have to pull himself together. Starting with sleep. He needs rest. The rest can wait until tomorrow. He closes his eyes where he sits on the floor, slightly squished between bed and wall.

The rest of the night, he does not wake screaming, although he does wake in a cold sweat, crying a few times. Otherwise, the night is manageable...

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Everything Was White Part 13

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General Warning: From this point on this fic is going to deal with reoccurring themes that may be triggering to some. Please check out the ao3 tags if you’re unsure.

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Muffled voices pulled him from the comfort of unconsciousness, shaking his mind awake despite his feeble attempts to brush them off. For a moment, he thought about trying to tell the voices to keep it down, but that would have been too much effort, and he was so comfortable in this blanket and pillow…

…

…

...the voices rose in volume, this time gaining clarity, shape. Almost words. Close, but not quite. Not yet. Danny wasn’t ready. Five more minutes, he was so tired…

“...Danny…”

Wait.

What was that?

His eyes fluttered open, and he immediately took stock of his unfamiliar surroundings. He was...not in his bedroom. He was in his living room, on the couch where he must have fallen asleep after his almost mental breakdown over a glass of water.

How embarrassing. Danny hoped that no one spotted the water glass on the rug. Or, if they had, they hadn’t thought anything about it. Hadn’t figured out that it was on the floor because Danny tried to get water from the sink without using his wheelchair.

Maybe they wouldn’t connect the dots. Honestly, the thought of seeing that pitying expression on their faces as they watched him fail to do a stupidly simple task made him want to fall into a coma.

Oh well. He was awake now. Might as well go get something to eat to make his family and therapists proud.

Just as he was about to toss the blanket off his body, Jazz’s quiet voice sounded from the kitchen. “You can’t keep the truth from him forever.”

“We can, at least for now,” his dad said.

“It’s not going to work.”

Danny froze, the last of his fatigue zapped from his brain.

What truth? What were they talking about? What was going on in there?

He debated standing up and announcing his presence, but the blossoming sense of dread in his gut kept him still.

Whatever was going on, he had a sinking feeling that it was about him.

His mother spoke up. “We have to. It’s for his own safety.”

“It’s wrong,” Jazz countered. “It’s wrong to keep secrets like this.”

“I know, Jazz. But if we told Danny, he…”

His eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat.

Tell him what? 

“Jazz, you have to understand. With Danny in the position that he’s in right now, there are just certain limitations that we need in this house in order to stay on top of his recovery,” Jack explained.

“But cutting him off from his core?”

It was as if he were punched in the gut. He clenched the blanket, balling the edges in his fists. His instincts were screaming at him to jump up and demand the truth, but he buried that part of him back down inside his mind.

They would never tell him. They didn’t trust him enough. He wasn’t human enough.

But they always trusted Jazz. They favored her. She was the ideal child with her perfect grades, perfect ambitions, perfect brain.

Even if they wouldn’t tell him, of course they would tell her. 

“We have to do it, honey. We have no choice,” Maddie said.

“You see how he’s reacting to this though, right? He’s not himself.”

“We know, but it’s what needs to be done. He can’t be given access to his core, not right now.”

Why though, Dad? Tell me why...

“This is cruel,” Jazz said.

There was a brief pause, each second like a knife in Danny’s chest. He wanted so badly to snap, but he forced himself to stay still. To stay silent.

To listen.

There was a sigh, and Maddie broke the silence. “You have no idea how much it hurts us to see him like this. We know it isn’t right to keep a ghost from its core but...at the school that day. Jazz, I’ve never seen him like that. And it terrified me.”

Danny felt his blood drain from his face. His body turned ice cold.

He knew what they were talking about, and he assumed that that day was a distant memory in the past, something that would never be talked about again. And yet, here his parents were, digging up the most humiliating moment in Danny’s life, throwing it at his face like a weapon of why he couldn’t possibly be allowed his ghost half, why he needed to be shut off from himself.

“He’s come a long way since then.”

“Not long enough.”

They didn’t know. They didn’t understand what it was like. They weren’t there, they weren’t the ones who were cut open, who were beaten, who spent all day in and out looking at white walls, white floors, white suits, white ceilings, white equipment.

He hadn’t been himself that day at the school. He’d just come home from the hospital, he was coming off of a cocktail of heavy pain medication, he was physically exhausted from the PT and mentally exhausted from everything else. 

Okay, so he snapped in the locker room. He’d been pushed back into school, pushed into being around people, pushed into acting normal, like nothing was wrong, and the world was warping around him and he just fell apart. He freaked out, he broke a mirror, Dash and Kwan found him, and he paid the consequences for it.

“I don’t think he’d do that again.”

“You don’t know that, Jazz.”

“But his Obsession—”

“It’s protection. Phantom will make him do whatever it can in order to protect itself. Even if that means…”

It. 

The word echoed in Danny’s head.

You’re an it.

Something inside him cracked.

His vision glazed over, and suddenly the two students in Casper he’d hoped to never cross paths with again were standing over him, approaching cautiously, as if he were a wounded animal.

“Give me the glass, Danny,” Dash had said. “You don’t need it. Just give it to me, I’ll hang onto it for you. I’ll keep it safe.”

He looked down, and blood trickled through his fingers, splattering onto the white tile.

It was red. Why was it red?

Crack.

Maddie’s voice faded back into his consciousness. “We just can’t risk it.”

“So what, your genius idea is to keep lying to him about why you won’t take the chip out? Feed him some bullshit excuse about the lab? Danny’s a human but he’s also a ghost! You can’t keep him from his core and expect him to turn out okay!”

“We know that.”

“No, you clearly don’t!”

“Keep your voice down, hun. He’s asleep.”

“Then stop lying to him. Tell him the real reason why you won’t give him Phantom back.”

Danny couldn’t breathe.

His parents. The people who had gone to court for him, who fought so hard to get him home, who assured him that they’d go to the moon and back if it meant keeping him safe. 

He trusted them.

And they...they just…

Crack.

“You know we can’t do that,” his father said. “You said it yourself, Danny’s just as much human as he is ghost. Ghosts don’t have the capacity to think rationally about something like that.”

They just…

“Kwan, get Lancer.”

He didn’t understand. Why were those two here?

“Please, give me the mirror, Danny.”

No, they didn’t get it. He needed this. This was the only thing he could do, it was the only way out. He couldn’t let Operative O take his body again.

“Danny...”

They were afraid, he realized. They thought he was going to hurt them. He was a rabid animal, wasn’t he? And they thought he would attack them?

Another drop of blood splashed onto the tile.

Crack.

Jazz scoffed. “I cannot believe you would just—”

“He’s fragile, Jazz!” Maddie protested. “Whatever happened in the government facility changed him. He’s not the same boy he used to be, something inside him is fundamentally different now. Frankly, we have no idea how that has affected his Obsession.”

His head spun.

They lied to him.

“What, so the better option is to just cut him off from his core altogether and force him to play human all day? Great plan, Mom.”

“If that’s what we need to do to keep him safe, then yes, that is the better option.”

The mirror shattered, the pieces raining down, echoing as they bounced against the tiles. He watched with unfocused eyes as everything around him crumbled.

His heart pounded in his ears, drowning out the arguing voices in the kitchen. He fell to the floor and clutched a broken shard. 

He needed...he needed to...

Protect.

Danny saw red. 

His lips moved before he could stop them. “I thought you’d accepted me.”

The argument from the kitchen came to a screeching halt. 

“Danny! I didn’t—”

“No!” Danny pushed himself to a seated position. 

They kept him from his core on purpose. 

His parents, after all those painstaking hours in family therapy, all that talk about how they were a team and how they needed to work together, had lied to him.

They weren’t a team. They had never been a team. Danny was just…

He was just a ghost to them.

An irrational, stupid, ectoplasmic creature. 

They scrambled from the kitchen, moving into the living room with fear strewn across their faces. 

They hate ghosts. You know this, Fenturd. They hate you.

“We do accept you, Danno. We love you.”

They didn’t love him.

“We were just trying to protect you. Please understand, Danny,” Maddie begged.

They’re scared of you. They don’t know what it means to protect. They’re lying.

“Danny, you need to understand—”

“SHUT UP!” Danny gripped his hair with his hands, covering his ears to quiet the hurricane of emotions devastating his mind. “Shut up, shut up!” 

He didn’t know whether to laugh, scream, or cry. After all this talk, his parents had never accepted him as a ghost at all.

“I’m so sorry, son,” Jack said.

“I can’t—I can’t!” Danny spat out. He had a thousand different responses swirling through his brain, so many things he wanted to say, but he couldn’t. His brain wasn’t working, his voice wasn’t working, and everything he saw was painted in blood.

They lied to him.

“I—you—”

“Danny, you need to breathe,” Jazz said, but Danny could recognize that tone. That was the same voice she used when trying to calm down the neighbor’s hyperactive dog that had a bad habit of finding ways out of its fence.

Danny ripped his head out of his arms, swiveling up to meet the concerned gazes of his family. “Shut up! I’m not a fucking dog!”

“Danny, I never—”

“Stop treating me like a fucking animal! I’m not—I’m not!” Danny attempted to grip the coffee table to push himself up, but he only succeeded in falling back onto the couch. He cursed and blinked away the mist that clouded his vision because he was not crying right now. His parents did not get to see that.

Maddie jumped forward. “Careful!”

“No, shut the fuck up!” Danny yelled. “You don’t get to—to be concerned! You don’t get that!”

Maddie stepped back, looking as if someone slapped her across the face.

“Danny, please, calm down,” Jack tried.

If anything, the red lining in his vision only deepened. “No! I won’t, and you don’t—don’t—ah!” Danny hit his forehead with his hand, frustration clawing at his throat.

There was so much he wanted to say, but he physically couldn’t get it out. He couldn’t stand, he couldn’t talk, he could only sit here drowning in rage.

His body was betraying him.

His parents could fix this right now if they wanted to. They could take him down to the lab, remove the chip, give Danny any semblance of freedom back. They could do that.

But they stood there doing nothing. 

They like you like this. Helpless. Grounded. Easy to control.

“You lied to me! You knew—you fucking—my core isn’t even damaged, is it?”

Jack wrapped his arm around Maddie, who hadn’t even bothered to wipe away the tears that had spilled on her cheeks.

Because of him.

They hate you. 

“Is it?” Danny pressed, but he didn’t need a response. He knew the answer. He knew the truth.

It was written all over his parents' faces.

“Was my core ever damaged? At all?”

“It was, but—”

Danny shook his head in disbelief. “Cores are self-re—self-regenerating. I—I knew that. I knew that! It—it was healed before I left the hospital, right?”

His parents refused to meet his eyes.

“You lied to me. All this time, and—and you...you just…” Danny tried to stand up again, but failed. “I’m so fucking sick of this!”

“Danny, please understand. We only did it because we needed to protect you.”

“Protect me?” He let out a sardonic laugh. “You thought—you seriously thought you were—you were fucking protecting me? Do you not...even see? I can’t—I can’t even fucking stand up! I can’t stand! I can’t do anything! And you thought you were protecting me? Are you serious?”

Jack’s lips thinned. “Danny, do you not realize how close we were to losing you? And I don’t mean to the government. You blasted a school mirror and then tried to use one of the pieces to kill yourself! I mean, come on, son!”

Danny lurched back, stunned. “I wasn’t trying to kill myself!”

“Then what were you trying to do, huh?” Jack shouted back. “Because not even a few hours after we dropped you off back at school, we get a call from Mr. Lancer saying a few students found you in the locker room threatening suicide because you thought you were back with the government! What do you expect us to think, Danny? We’re your parents.”

“Shut up!” Danny squeezed his eyes shut, trying to block out the flashes of memory that threatened to surface.

“Jack—”

“No, Maddie—”

They hate you. 

His throat burned. “Shut up!” 

It wasn’t fair. His parents weren’t being fair. That incident—that was a fluke. An anomaly. And yet they were punishing Danny for something that happened weeks ago, before he went through the painstaking ordeal of inpatient and psychiatry and the PHP and the whole other host of therapies he’d been forced into.

“What was the point in sending me to—to inpatient then? If you were just going to keep treating me like a stupid animal?”

“Danny, we’re not treating you like an animal.”

“You sure as hell got me caged up like one!”

“Don’t talk to your mother that way!”

“Jack, honey—”

“Everyone, please calm down!”

“Stay out of this, Jazz!”

“Danny, I think—”

“I don’t care what you think!”

“Guys—”

“I NEED MY CORE!” Danny screamed, the sob finally tearing its way out of his throat.

His family fell into a deafening silence, and Danny could feel their stares as ugly sobs overtook him, ripping down any semblance of an emotional wall he’d managed to construct over these weeks.

His tears boiled on his skin, and he dug his hands in his hair in a desperate attempt to ground himself. But it didn’t matter, his body shook uncontrollably, his emotions burning through his throat leaving him gasping for air.

All while his parents stood there ten feet away from him. Frozen, unwilling to approach. Because he was a halfa, a monster, broken, unstable, trapped, feared. He was the demon that parents warned their children about, the thing that his parents had dedicated their careers to developing weapons against, a creature so dangerous that the government had funded an entire group to research and exterminate.

And up until two months ago, it was legal for him to be vivisected, to be experimented on, to be tortured to the point of paralysis.

He rocked back and forth, struggling to piece himself back together. And when he could make it through a shuddering breath without breaking down again, all he could do was croak out, “Why…”

His parents remained unmoving, faces pale, arms by their sides. Tears streaked his mother’s and sister’s cheeks, and his father’s unblinking gaze bore down on him.

But their silence wasn’t good enough, their sorrow and tears weren’t good enough. An invisible wall was growing between them with each passing second and they couldn’t even see it.

They know. They’re doing it on purpose. They don’t care about you.

“Why?” Danny insisted. “How could—how could you...how could you do this to me? I’m...I just…”

“We had to, son,” his father said. The moonlight cast a shadow over his face. “It was for your own safety.”

No. Danny was done with the lies. Done with the excuses. 

He was done.

Flaring his eyes, he bit back, “My safety, or yours?” 

His parents flinched, and Danny couldn’t find himself to care. They’d lied to him, they’d dug their hole, so now they had to live in it.

“Danny, please…” Jazz stepped forward. “Don’t do this.”

“No! You—don’t you get it?” Danny pleaded. “I can’t—Mom, Dad, I feel like a prisoner. I’m trapped in my body. I can’t—I can’t live like this anymore! I can’t fucking do it! You have no idea...and you don’t even care!”

“Of course we care, Danno.”

“Then why? Tell me the truth! Please, tell me why because—” His voice broke, and his head fell back into his hands. “Please...tell me why…”

Jack sighed. “It was just the decision we felt we needed to make. It wasn’t easy, it wasn’t something we did because we wanted to hurt you. We love you, son. And we just wanted to know that you were safe.”

“We love you so much, sweetie.”

But they were blind because he wasn’t safe. And he was never going to be safe again. There would always be someone out there who had power over him, who wanted to control and erase him.

If they loved you, they would have listened.

They’re scared of you.

He glanced up to see Jack putting his arm around Maddie, pulling her in close. Jazz stood behind them, allowing their shadows to overtake her body.

Jazz said something, but Danny wasn’t listening. He didn’t care. He was trapped and completely alone. There would be no protests, no online petitions, and no jury on his side. No one to rescue him.

“Then give it—give me my core back.”

Jack shook his head. “I’m sorry son. We’ve made our decision.”

“I’ll find a way,” Danny insisted. “I know some ghosts. I’ll get them to—to take it out. You can’t...you—you can’t stop me.”

“Danny, I don’t think even Frostbite could—”

“You don’t know that, Jazz! He could—he could do it. He would figure it out if I asked.” 

His parents exchanged a look, one reminiscent of the exasperation when Danny would tell them that the detention hadn’t been his fault, that he did try to do the homework assignment, that he would try harder next time.

They didn’t believe him.

“He’ll do it,” he reiterated. 

“Danny, we’re not going to let any ghosts near you right now.”

“Like that ever worked before,” he retorted.

There was a pregnant pause, and Danny looked away. He felt nauseous, and anxiety speared through his chest.

“Please, I can’t—I can’t live like this. I can’t…” 

He knew how desperate he sounded, but for once he didn’t care. His parents were going to kill him by keeping his core locked up. 

Right now it was about self-preservation. If he couldn’t protect himself, it was over.

“Graduate from the PHP program first,” Maddie finally said. “Once you’re back in school, then we can talk, alright? We’ll talk about...about removing the chip.”

Danny whipped his head up, his eyes searching for any signs that she was lying, that she was going to pull the rug out from under him again.

But her face betrayed nothing.

“Graduate?” Danny breathed. “I just have to...graduate?”

“Yes. Show us that you’re okay enough to go back to school, and you can have your ghost half back.”

“I…” He tugged at his hair. “But that’s...that’s weeks…’

Maddie crossed her arms. “Those are my terms.”

Time slowed, and the distance between them only seemed to grow. He knew he was already behind leaving the PHP center that he was almost certain there was talk of shoving him back into inpatient.

But they didn’t get it. It wasn’t his fault, it was the government stalking him. It was Vlad. He had no choice, and he would never be able to graduate PHP. Not without his core.

“I—but—but, Mom. I need—”

“Son,” his dad said sharply. “I understand how difficult this is for you, but you’re not in a place where we can trust you right now. This is our compromise. Show us we can trust you, and you can have your freedom back.”

His eyes stung, and his throat was starting to squeeze shut.

No…

“Do we have a deal?”

This was impossible.

Even if Frostbite had a way of removing the chip, Danny had no way of finding him. Not without Clockwork’s interference, who didn’t seem to have any interest in contacting Danny as of late. 

The thought of Clockwork left a sour taste in Danny’s mouth. He hadn’t thought of the ancient ghost since his nights in the government compound, his body splayed out like a rag doll, shivering from shock. He remembered staring into the pitch black abyss around him begging for Clockwork to come help him.

But his calls were never answered.

Danny knew Clockwork could have freed him whenever he wanted, government ghost shields be damned. But he didn’t. And that made him just as guilty as everyone else.

And now Danny was alone, bound by his human physiology and his ghost hunter parents.

He had no choice.

“Okay. It’s—it’s a deal.”

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His body was cold, dead, with waves of trembling coming in and out in spurts. Every breath hurt, and he wasn’t sure if it was because of the burning in his chest, the soreness in his throat, or the way the alien warmth in his core seemed more overbearing than ever. 

He could feel it, the hand reaching between his ribs, gripping his core with its warm, gloved fingers. It was revolting, violating, how the hands invaded his body, tearing off his skin and ribs as if he were nothing but a rotting carcass.

He felt dizzy. Lightheaded. He put a hand on his chest, crinkling his shirt in his fist. It was his core, he needed to protect it. 

But he was useless. Nothing. He was at the mercy of his parents who were all but holding a loaded gun to his head while telling him to trust them. Who lied to him that they accepted him, that they were there for him. 

That they loved him.

He was stupid, so stupid. After all the months of hearing them enthusiastically discuss the ways they’d love to rip him apart, what made him think they’d love him just like that? 

Their acceptance was conditional, and their conditions were impossible for him to meet. How the hell did they expect him to graduate from PHP and reenter society like a normal person while they were drowning his core like this? Did they not see how badly he was suffocating? How much he was screaming, thrashing in the ocean for air, desperately trying to fight the undertow pulling him further and further away from his sanity?

He wasn’t going to make it. He was going to fail, he was going to drown. He couldn’t do this.

But there’s one way, a small voice in his head whispered. You’ve done it before and you were fine. It helped you.

His eyes trailed over to his nightstand with his old model rocket sitting proudly on top. He had never flushed the oxycodone. 

Maybe…maybe…

It can help you again.

He just needed to graduate the PHP program and he would get his core back and then everything would be okay. He could work on his problems the right way later. The way he was supposed to be doing it, that he couldn’t do right now because he was still missing half of himself.

Two weeks. That was all he needed. Just two weeks worth of medication, and then he’d be on his way.

You need this.

He pushed himself up as if he were a puppet on strings. Everything was bleak, gray-washed and oppressive. Nausea rolled over him in waves and a hand gripped his throat, pulling the oxygen from his body.

The nightstand glowed in the moonlight, and like a moth Danny felt himself drawn closer to it. Tunnel vision took over, and the world morphed into a series of photos in a time lapse. Snapshot after snapshot flickered past his eyes until a hand—his hand—was pulling the drawer open to reveal an orange bottle inside.

You’re ready.

He couldn’t live like this anymore.

The fear, the anxiety, his core. It was all so much easier before, back in the hospital. Back when the only thing he had to worry about was what constellation he was going to draw that day. Back before he had to face the public, his family, or Vlad. Back before he knew that the government had his phone tapped and was watching his every move.

Back before he knew that his freedom was only temporary.

He was a sitting duck, a kid trapped in no man’s land with no weapon, no armor, nothing to keep him alive.

“Two weeks,” he whispered. Two weeks and then he would be okay. He would graduate from PHP, he would get to go back to school, he would become a regular person again. He just needed to get there first.

He opened the bottle and shook out a small white pill into the palm of his hand.

Two weeks.

Tilting his head back, he tossed the pill into his mouth, took a sip of water, and swallowed.

There. 

It was done.

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Thank you @imekitty for beta-ing the fic as well as helping me organize my plot better!

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[mrsmaybank]

Apocalypse - Matthew Gray Gubler x Reader

“You’re finally taking Cinema and Literature.” I felt him smile against the skin of my shoulder. He said it so casually. As if my underwear weren’t on his floor and the room didn’t reek of last night’s sex and Absolut. 

CONTENT WARNINGS: Semi-Graphic Descriptions of Sex, Alcohol, Language, Implications of fighting/angst, toxic relationship

A/N:  You can’t tell me that little collage isn’t exactly what it would be like to date college Matthew. He was the embodiment of NYU Film Major. Looked fucking hot doing it too. Cigs After Sex is the soundtrack to your relationship, by the way. Listen to Apocalypse here.

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NYU TISCH SCHOOL OF THE ARTS 

9:05 AM - Saturday, August 26, 2000 Sophomore Year 

 It was early Saturday morning. I was naked and petrified. Bare back faced to Matthew Gray Gubler. I didn’t know if he was awake, and if he was what the hell would I say. I hoped as soon as he realized the naked girl in his bed was me he’d kick me out. Save me the shameful, deer in headlights bra collecting exit.  I prayed he would tell me to leave so I just....would. I heard pillows and sheets rustle, and I just hoped he just did what was best for the both of us. 

Tell me to leave Matthew. 

Like always though, we were absolutely not on the same page. 

“So..” His big hand slid over my hip from behind me, his palm gently forcing me back onto him, “You’re finally taking Cinema and Literature.” I felt him smile against the skin of my shoulder. He said it so casually. As if my underwear weren’t on his floor and the room didn’t reek of last night’s sex and Absolut. 

“Yeah.” I answered. His short finger nails dug into his hips as his chest met my back. Neck craning over me. I shuddered and he noticed. 

“You like it right?” It was a painfully obvious double entendre and I couldn’t figure out either of the answers. The Cinema and Literature professors unconventional teaching methods were a circulating debate at NYU, but fucking my ex AND staying the night the first weekend back on campus was indisputably wrong. Problem was I really enjoyed both. 

Wet lips began to pepper equally wet kisses on my neck. My ability to move or speak was stripped. It was embarrassing really; I couldn’t focus or function when he touched me. Matthew liked that. A lot. Somethings never change. 

“Your opinion on Scorsese?” His hands traveled through sheets and onto the bare skin of my chest. I sucked in a deep breath and looked him in the eye for the first time since last night. He had a cocky, stupid hot smile on his face. His hands slipped under me and I knew I was gone so I looked away. I didn’t want to see what he was thinking. This was so incredibly self destructive. We were swiftly undoing all the slow healing we’d both already done. 

My brain spun all its gears at once to get out an answer while his hands practically methodically massaged my boobs. The feeling was the best kind of familiar. “You value my opinion?” 

A hand made it’s way to my face, pulling it to his so that we could look at each other again. “Always did.” His voice was soft with sincerity that affected me more then I would’ve liked it to. 

God, why? Why did things end the way they did? Why did....Why was.... Just why? There were so many whys, way too many fucking whys. Just tell me why, Matthew, please. 

Then he kissed me, and it felt like time didn’t exist anymore. 

Your lips, my lips 

Apocalypse

Time was like that for awhile, non-existent. The only thing that existed and mattered were the lips attached to mine and the torturously clever hand in between my legs. He stroked me with such tender care and affinity, I almost forgot we’d exchanged “Fuck you” more times then “I love you”. My breath got heavier and my moans got louder. I’d always meant the “I love you” more then the “Fuck you”. 

“Come on pretty girl, come for me.” The strokes and rubs of my clit and insides got more intense as his mouth nibbled at my earlobe, “I know you missed it.”

“S-shit!” And like that, I let go. I gave him what we both wanted too badly for our own good. 

He got up first. I tried not to look as he dressed himself, but I couldn’t help it. He manipulated all of my senses, vision included. My eyes couldn’t leave him and he smiled when he noticed my shy stare. 

“I was surprised when you said Hi last night.” He said, absent mindedly zipping his fly. 

“It would’ve been weird if I didn’t.” I responded, forcing myself to say it plainly. 

“Not really, all things considered.” He rummaged through still unpacked boxes, “You need a shirt?” It was cheeky and unappreciated, but I still took the offer. 

It was brown and striped, a personal favorite back in the days of cuddlefucking and PDAs in front of all of our friends. This boy was too clever. He tossed it to me before putting on his own and laying back down. I shimmied the shirt on. It smelled like his detergent and the butterflies in my stomach were having a field day. 

“I uh--I annotated the first lecture if you want it.” The sentence coming from him was uncharacteristically low pitched. He’d run out of things he could say without one or both of us choking up. 

“S-sure.” I nodded, “That’d be help-” 

There was a pounding on the door, and instantly in my chest. 

“C’mon Gube! It’s first Saturday back! We got Bloody Mary’s and chicken wings calling our mothafuckin’ names!” It was Danny. Matthew’s best friend, my dormmates friend, all of my friend’s friend, and obviously, MY friend. It was the worst possible person to be knocking on the door right now.

“Gubler, you bitch!” He laughed, “I know you’re in there man.” 

I was silent as a mouse. We could play this off. He’ll leave eventually. 

“Well motherfucker, I’m coming in! Rick gave me his key. Hide your dick if you’re jacking it!” 

Fuckin’ Rick. His dormmate. Didn’t know much about him other then he had good weed and definitely was not here last night. 

I was frozen in fear and Matthew’s hands wiped his face and then didn’t leave. They were trying to hide a smile. I was absolutely horrified and he was slightly amused. One word. Typical. 

“Holy. Fucking. Shit.” Danny’s jaw had swung open when he entered the room and saw what was happening. 

His best friend and the ex-girlfriend he’d probably, no definitely, proclaimed extreme hatred for were sharing a bed and clothes on a Saturday morning. 

“So like.... is it exactly what it looks like?” Danny tried and failed miserably to stifle his laugh when he saw my face. 

“Shut your fucking mouth and get out.” I practically screamed. Thankfully, he listened. 

I was seething. At myself, at Matthew and at fucking Danny for being such a goddamn jackass. 

“Hey..” Matthew rushed to calm me down but I hissed at him before he could touch me. 

I launched myself out of bed and scrambled to get my things. “Phone, keys, wallet...what am I missing?” I muttered to my stupid, hungover, fucking mentally exhausted brain. I was answered with shimmery fabric peeking from behind a sheet. “Dress.” 

“Here.” Matthew threw me some basketball shorts. I didn’t thank him. 

Without a word, I was out the door. Fuck. 

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The walk back to my dorm was pitiful. I scurried down the halls with dress and heels in hand, in clothes that were so evidently not mine, receiving mixed looks I didn’t have the brain capacity to decipher. I just wanted to cry.

I laid down in my freshly unpacked dorm, and there were two very distinct scents. My dorm mate Lo’s soy linen candles and my regret. 

This kind of regret was laced with confusion and animosity and anger, and as much as I wanted to ignore it, there was a growing feeling of longing. Longing for Matthew and the way those skinny ass arms felt wrapped around my waist. 

I couldn’t think about it for too long though, because Lo and her girlfriend, Jen were now in the doorway. Donuts and coffee in hand. God didn’t hate me so much after all.

“Give me one, right now.” I snatched a chocolate glaze from the box. 

“You good?” Lo laughed and Jen gave me a look. 

Shoving the donut into my face, I figured the best way to do this was bluntly. Danny was going to tell them within the hour anyway. Swallowing, I started rambling immediately. “I fucked Gubler last night.” I took another bite and kept talking with my mouth full, “Woke up and--Shit.” Sprinkles were falling everywhere. “He fucked me again.” I opened my eyes wide, “With his fingers.” I sighed, “They’re so long and--” 

“Do NOT finish that sentence.” Lo interrupted. “Girl, why?” 

“You think I fucking know why?” I threw myself back on my bed. “I barely remember what happened last night. All I know is where I woke up.” 

“You’re fucked kiddo,” Jen said patting my head. “You get your bag, babe?” she asked Lo. 

“Yeah,” Lo came out the closet and gave me a kiss on the forehead, “Sleep well my child.” 

They were gone and so was my ability to not let tears stream down my face.  There was a light knock on my door. If it was Matthew I think I would scream. 

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Thank you for reading. 

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[cordria]

Gloves

Jack Fenton sat down in the uncomfortable chair, his bulk moving slowly and carefully to avoid scaring the girl sitting on the other chair. There was something odd about her, the way she held herself, the little glances out of the corner of her eye, the way her hair didn’t quite fall right. Jack couldn’t quite stop himself from cataloging all the little differences about her, even as he tried to stop himself and see her as just a girl. A girl in need of help. “Hi,” he said, keeping his voice gentle.

“Hello,” she said. 

Jack opened his mouth to say something more, but nothing came out. He couldn’t think of anything to say. He let his mouth close again, his lips twisting in frustration. There was certainly plenty that needed to be said. 

“Why are you here?” the girl asked, her thin fingers digging into the cushion of the chair. Although her knuckles turned white with the pressure, the stiff vinyl didn’t seem to notice the effort her hands were putting in.

“I like Seattle,” Jack said. “Nice city. Always wanted to do the haunted tour…” He trailed off, wondering if bringing up ghosts was, perhaps, a bad idea.

She scoffed. “Seattle’s not haunted.” The IV machine she was hooked up to beeped loudly, and the girl flinched. She studied it for a moment before sighing and sinking back against the hard chair. “That’s not what I meant. I called Danny, not you.”

“Danny couldn’t come.” Jack sort of fudged the truth. Danny could come. Danny had come. But not being 18 yet, the hospital didn’t particularly care what Danny had to say in the matter, requiring Jack’s presence. “I’m here to help.”

“I don’t want your help,” she said, shoulders crunching up around her ears.

Jack shrugged, falling silent, watching the girl glare around the small room. He had only the briefest of explanations as to who this girl was - a genetic malfunction, an aberration, a splintered example of a not-quite-human - and he understood almost none of it. His gaze fell to his bag, and he reached down, pulled out his latest needlework project, and quietly got to work. Jazz had said to do that when he was at a loss for words. She’d thought it might be helpful. 

It was nearly twenty minutes of silence, the girl watching him slowly work through his project, before she spoke. “What is that?”

“It’s going to be a quilt,” Jack said, turning the scrap of fabric so she could see a bit better. “All the different types of ghosts from stories around the world. This one’s a banshee. Sits under windows and cries and screams, usually associated with someone dying.” 

She studied it. “You’re… pretty good at that.”

“Lots of practice,” Jack said with a shrug. 

“You don’t seem like… like a guy that would do something like that. Art stuff.”

“It’s calming and good for the mind,” Jack said, tying off the string and picking out a new color. “Jazz got me started on it years and years ago. I’m hoping to have the whole thing done by August, so I can put it in the county fair.” He chuckled. “I won’t win, not compared to the artwork of other people, but it’ll be nice to finish a project.”

Her eyes were blue, just like Danny’s. But there was a shadowed, haunted feel to them - and a blankness that hurt Jack’s heart. 

Perhaps Danny was right. Maybe Maddie should have come instead.

The IV machine beeped again, and this time a nurse knocked and entered the room. “Hello,” he said, walking over to check the machine. “The battery on your IV is getting low. Gotta plug it in.” He smiled at her, holding out a hand. “Back to the bed, please.”

The girl sighed, but reached out for the assistance. She was unstable and barely able to hold her own weight. It was only a few steps, but Jack had to bite back the offer to carry her. She settled against the bed - too skinny, too broken, too empty - and laid her head on the pillow.

Jack was quiet as the nurse fussed for a few minutes, plugging in the IV machine, taking her blood pressure and temperature, setting the blanket over her legs.

Then he turned to Jack. “Parent?” he asked.

Jack wondered how to answer that. He set down his needlework, dug a paper out of his bag, and held it out. It was fake, of course; there were no real legal documents in the world for her. But the stamp was real, and the judge’s signature was real, and that was enough. “Legal guardian, for now.” 

The girl on the bed flinched.

The nurse glanced at the papers. “As of yesterday, huh?” he asked. “Nice to meet you, Mr Fenton. Wanna chat in the hall?”

Jack leveraged himself out of the chair and followed the man into the hallway. “She’s going to be okay?” he asked.

“Eventually,” the nurse said, walking him to a quiet alcove. “How do you know her?”

“She’s a relation,” Jack said, trying to avoid being specific. “Her and my son are very close, although I haven’t had any real contact with her yet. She called him two days ago and we’ve been figuring out how to best help her.”

The nurse nodded. “She was found in a park, unconscious. Came in massively dehydrated, malnourished.” The nurse glanced around, his voice quiet. “She’s not saying much, but she definitely hasn’t been treated right.”

Jack frowned. 

“I’ll send the doctor along, but it doesn’t seem like there’s anything permanently wrong with her, physically anyways. Really fragile mentally.” The nurse frowned. “The police have been around a few times to chat with her. Don’t think she’s said much to them. She’s in for a long road.”

Jack glanced over his shoulder, through the cracked-open door. She was picking at her sheets, staring at the sky through the window of the room. She looked so small. Twelve years old. Her third year of being twelve, if Danny’s explanation was right. And she’d be twelve until her broken body stopped working, whether that was next week, or five years from now, or ten, or twenty. “Anything else I should know?” 

“Gentle, slow, careful. She’s a nice girl, when you can get her to talk. I’ll be around every fifteen minutes or so, checking on her.”

“Can she have visitors?” 

The nurse hesitated, but then nodded slowly. “If there’s one or two people you think would do her good, I can’t see how that would hurt.”

“My son will probably scale the outer walls and sneak through the window if you try to keep him out any longer,” Jack said with a smile. “He’s worried out of his mind about her. He can probably get her to talk like nobody else.”

“Sounds great. You let me know if she needs anything,” he said.

Jack stood in the hallway for a long minute, trying to decide what he would say. From what little Danny had told him, the girl had been literally programmed to hate him. Created, somehow, in a lab from a mix of Danny’s genetic material, donor tissue from the corpse of a dead girl, and a ghost. Created and programmed, like a computer, for a task - to be used and then thrown away.

He walked closer, standing in the door, frowning at how little of the bed her frame took up. Her arms were too skinny against the hospital blanket - almost skin and bone. Whoever had created her had certainly not taken care of her.

She noticed his gaze, turning to study him with those sunken, haunted blue eyes. “You don’t have to be here,” she said.

Jack hummed, walked in, and dropped back down into his chair. The vinyl squeaked. “I want to be.”

“Because Danny told you to.” She sounded sullen. “It’s okay to hate me, you know.”

“I don’t hate you,” Jack said, surprised at the thought. Where had she decided that he hated her? What had he done to make her think that?

“I hate you,” she shot back, eyes narrowing. She leaned forwards a little. Little sparks of green shone against the blue.

Jack shrugged. “Join the club,” he murmured. He rested his arm on the bed, but drew away when she flinched away from him.

“I don’t want you to touch me,” she snapped, clearly uncomfortable. 

He nodded and kept his arms to himself, careful to keep his arms to the small armrests. “I plan on sticking around, just so you know. And Danny’s planning on stopping again by after school.” He picked up his needlepoint, studying the messy shadowing job he’d done with a frown.

“Again?” came her soft voice after a minute of silence.

“He was here… day before yesterday,” Jack said, squinting at the banshee’s arm and trying to decide the easiest way to fix it. “You were out cold, and the hospital wouldn’t look twice at a 17 year old. Came and got me instead.”

“He told you who I am, right?”

“Yup.” Then Jack shrugged a half-shoulder. “Okay, a little. Getting anything out of Danny is only slightly easier than storming Fort Knox.” He grinned at her. “I got that you’re important to him, and that you’re family, and that I can help. That’s enough.”

“I’m a monster, you know that,” she said. 

Jack pointed at his needlepoint. “This is a monster. You look like a scared young woman in need of some help. Maybe you’re not as human as me, but that doesn’t make you a monster.”

She bristled, but didn’t respond.

Jack let the quiet last for a few minutes, slowly fixing the bad shadowing on his banshee. 

“I don’t know what you want from me,” she said.

He glanced at her. She’d drawn her knees up to her chest, and was hugging them close. She looked lost and broken, and somehow even smaller and younger than before. “I don’t want anything from you,” he said, confused. 

She frowned.

“Danny said you wouldn’t trust me,” Jack said, deliberately keeping his gaze on his needlepoint. Jazz had been correct in packing it for him - it did seem much easier for the girl to talk when he wasn’t staring at her. “But you can, you know. Jazz has already cleaned out her bedroom for you, and Danny-”

“Bedroom?” she asked.

Jack blinked at her. “Room. With a bed in it.”

She scowled. “I know what a bedroom is-” she cut herself off, like she was going to say something more. She let out a breath through her nose. “You make it sound like I’m coming to live with you.”

“You are!” Jack grinned. “See, we got the legal-”

“I’m not coming to live with you,” the girl snapped. “We’ve been over this. I hate you. I don’t trust you. Why should I live with you?”

Jack twisted his mouth into a half-frown, turning his eyes back to his needlepoint. “Why wouldn’t you?”

“Take off your gloves.”

Jack hesitated. He didn’t take off his gloves. “Why?”

“Because I’m a monster. I’m contaminated. I’m broken, and seeping radioactive liquid, and, and, and I can hurt you just by touching you.” Out of the corner of his eyes, he could see her eyes burning a toxic, horrible green. “And I want you to take off your gloves.”

He watched the way the light gleamed off the black glove, slowly twisting his fingers. He didn’t take off his gloves. He just didn’t. Since learning how contaminated Danny was, Jack had even gone to great lengths to not touch his own son. 

But Jack knew, in the depths of his being, that Danny wasn’t a monster. And neither was this girl. Yes, she could hurt him with just a touch. But...

Slowly, he took off one of his gloves. His skin was extremely pale, fingers a bit wrinkled from the moisture inside the gloves. His fingernails were in need of clipping. He flexed his fingers and ran them over the intricate stitching of his needlepoint, feeling details he couldn’t through the gloves.

Then he held out his hand to her.

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[nicocoooo]

Obey Me: Part 8: So Much For "The Avatar of Pride"

Disclaimer: I'm going to try to make the paragraphs even shorter now because they seem to be messing with the posts. Although, maybe this is only a issue for me. — Nico shuffled around underneath the warm covers, awakening from his peaceful slumber. He groans and buried his face into Lucifer's chest and realized something. This.. wasn't a dream? This was totally real, he wasn't just imagining it. He rubs his eyes, trying to process this entire scenario he believed he only made up. Lucifer was really in his bed, laying there next to him. After a few tiring minutes passed, he feels Lucifer's hand move up and down his back. He smiled, lifting his head to look at him with weary eyes. He was refreshed, especially knowing that Lucifer was here with him. He places his palm on the side of his face, exchanging morning kisses. His morning was already off to a great start. Lucifer wrapped his arms around the adoring human, pulling him towards his chest. He squeezed him tightly, grazing his hand towards his hair with a half-smile on his face - watching him blush and squirm clearly made him amused. He never wanted to leave his bed, he wanted to stay like this forever. He wanted to demonstrate how much he loved his little human. He wanted to make him feel loved and safe in his arms. He made a vow to protect him, always. "You're mine...and I won't let anyone hurt you," Lucifer said with a reassuring smile. Unfortunately, this romantic tension resting between the two of them didn't last too long. Daniel kicked down the door, screaming, "MOTHER FUCKER!" Angrily, he stomped forward. "I ORDERED YOU TO MEET ME!" He was not messing around. Not at all. Frankly, being in a enclosed space with a furious dad was a terrifying thought. Of course, it's not like it isn't happening right now. Lucifer flinched at the sudden scare, helplessly watching Nico's door fall off its hinges. To tell you the truth, he was always uneasy around Danny. Whenever he conveniently bumps into him, he expects an outburst or anything else involving his wings being clipped off, really. He always believed he need to create a good impression. Otherwise, he wouldn't be alive by now. He leans his hand into Nico's, gently holding it for comfort or... well, good luck. "I admit, it was a mistake on my part for not meeting up with you in the first place." He expected this entire room to explode at this very instant. Any second now. To break off the awkwardness in the room, Nico got on top of Lucifer, leaning forward. He smiled, placing both of his palms on the sides of Lucifer's face. He gazed into the other's eyes, falling in love with him twice in a row. His eyes were so hypnotizing, so enchanting, so beautiful. In addition to his eyes, everything else about him was absolutely gorgeous. He loved him. He loved him so much. He grabbed his face, kissing him hard. Once again, Lucifer's eyes widened while flinching. He nearly forgot they had "company" over. Eventually, they both closed their eyes — embracing the long and warm kiss. Their kissing turned to petting, and he pressed his back onto the bed. Daniel glared at the two of them, then stomped forward, forcefully grabbing Lucifer by their hair. He dropped a giant book onto his lap with the angriest look you could ever possibly imagine. "This is a list of most favorite and hated things, how to treat MY SON with respect, and rules.." Maybe he was going too far... but, could you blame him? He wants to protect his son's fragile heart from shattering into a billion pieces. He's only experiencing love for the first time and he doesn't want it to leave a horrible impact on his life. "If you ever even think about breaking my boy's heart, I WILL FUCKING KNOW...and-" A knife appeared in the center of his arm, it was summoned out of air and gemstones. "I will fucking cut your dick off, feed it to you, and make your soul into a high roller sushi." It didn't seem like he was bluffing at all. He wasn't fooling around, he was being genuinely serious. Little did they know, they actually had an audience. Kauffee was peeking into the

room, watching everything go down through the window. He tried his best to hold back his laughter. Guess who else was there? Mammon. He joined in on the shitshow, watching his lover scold the Avatar of Pride. "I will wake up the demon king for this shit. I will wake him up, and force Diavolo, or however the FUCK you say it, and force him to watch me castrate you while he and the demon king LAUGH as you are killed by a fucking human- do you understand Lucifer?" Daniel remained serious the entire time, sticking his face into Lucifer's. He was literally holding up a knife to his neck. Lucifer stared directly at him, speechless. He didn't move an inch nor lift a finger. His face had an unnatural, pale hue. He silently took the book with a shaky grip, terrified. He didn't expect himself to fear a mere human, a human for fuck's sake. What was he doing? He was praying to himself. That's right, he was praying. He was praying this wouldn't be the last breath he took. He nearly crushed Nico's hand as he was speaking. "I'll.. m-make.. s-s-sure.. to g-go over th-the.. list.. I'll m-make.. your s-s-...s-son h-happy..." He was sweating. He was sweating so badly. The frown on his face was immediately replaced with a sweet, innocent smile as he dragged his knife across Lucifer's cheek. "I've killed more powerful beings for less.." He said in a faint whisper while imputing images in the demon's head, revealing himself towering over giant demons, ripping the wings off of angels, and a few duels he had with witches. Lucifer wouldn't be the first demon he forced into submission. He's had to endure worse enemies. (He's killed worse.) "I want a quiet life.. I'm done living with my sad and immortal life alone." Daniel pulled away with a sigh, frowning. "Don't give me a reason." He muttered under his breath, before turning and fixing the jacket he was currently wearing, which just so happened to belong to Mammon's. With a huff, he waddled out of the room, pouting, "Why Mammie's sweat pants so large..?" Turns out, Lucifer left a giant sweat stain on the pillow and blankets. Gross. Lucifer let out a relieved sigh, easing into the warm covers. He couldn't help but wonder how Nico felt about this. He shifted his gaze towards the human with immense curiosity. He wasn't doing anything, just staring into space. He still couldn't get over those mental images - they were burned right into his mind. He was totally traumatized. He might even need a therapist. He stared at the giant book planted in his lap, rubbing the back of his neck. Nico turned his head, raising a brow. He pitied him, he truly didn't deserve to have the small shrivel he had left, crushed. Once again, he slowly got on top of him, touching his lips almost. He dipped his fingers into his hair, caressing his head in large amounts. "It's okay, Luci... I'll protect you no matter what." Nico hums, giving him a brief kiss. Seeing Lucifer melt due to his comforting touch made him giggle. His heart always yearned for Lucifer. His strong, protective demon. He's so grateful Lucifer entered his life. He's the best thing he could ever ask for. He gets himself comfortable, resting his head on right in the center of his chest. He allows the last shreds of his energy to fade away into a deep sleep.

#obey me #obey me shall we date #fanfic #fanfiction #obey me fanfic #obey me fanfiction

[blacknight1230]

Stay - Danny Phantom Imagine

Prompt(s): “Don’t scare me like that!”, “I had a nightmare, so I wanted to check up on you,” and “Please just stay with me. For one moment at least?”

Notebooks, textbooks, papers and pencils were strewn everywhere over the bed. Your hunched over figure aches as you continued your seemingly endless amount of homework. Most of it seemed to be from your English class, making you mentally cirse Mr. Lancer for his extremely high expectations for his students. The bed underneath this workload was very inviting and you wanted nothing more than to throw your schoolwork onto the floor, to gather the covers around you, and fall into a blissful sleep. But you couldn’t, no matter how much you wanted and needed to. I shouldn’t have waited to the last minute, you thought. 

Unfortunately, you had no other choice, having to help your friends Sam, Tucker, and Danny deal with the ghosts going rampid in Amity Park. Again, it seemed like you couldn’t get a break. Danny had it the worst, though, as he was the one getting beaten up by the countless malevolent ghosts causing havoc. Poor guy continuously fell asleep during class, specifically Mr. Lancers classes. 

Talking about sleeping, you were starting to doze off, your head bobbing up and down slightly as you tried to fight sleep. The sound of someone knocking on your window woke you up, causing you to jump slightly, and a couple of books and papers falling off your bed. You scrambled to your feet trying to see who was knocking on your window at this time of night. One glance at the white haired, green eyed boy in your window and you immediately knew it was Danny in his ghost form. You immediately opened the window and yelled, “Danny? Don't’ scare me like that!” “Sorry, (y/n). Can I come in?” the ghostly teenager asked, chuckling a bit. 

You moved away from the window, hoping back onto your bed, as Danny flew through the window. His ghostly tail disappeared as he shifted back into his human form. His blue eyes shifted around the room nervously, causing you to worry. “Danny, are you okay? You should be at sleeping. If you fall asleep during Lancer’s class tomorrow, you’ll lose a letter grade!” “I know. Mr. Lancer is such a fruitloop he can’t tell he’s the reason why we’ve falling asleep in his class in the first place,” Danny grumbled. 

A yawn broke out from between his lips as soon as he was done complaining. Along with the dark circles under his eyes, you concluded that the fourteen year old was behind on his schedule. “Have you even laid down to rest yet? You look terrible,” you worried. “Luckily, I was actually able to go on bed on time. But ...” Danny trailed off. Embarrassment and nervousness radiated off of him, clueing you in that this was serious to Danny, but was probably considered trivial to everyone else. “What’s the matter, Invisa-Bill? You can tell me,” you coached, jokingly calling him the name all the inhabitants of Amity Park mistakenly called his heroic ghost form. A little smile broke out on Danny’s face, which you were hoping for. “Okay, okay, just don’t make fun if me. I had a nightmare, so I wanted to check up on you,” he mumbled, avoiding looking you in the eye. “Danny,” you said in a soft voice. 

Since first meeting Danny, the both of you have been the closest out of your small group of friends. You trusted each other with everything and cared for each other in such a way it bordered on not being platonic. Paulina actually made it a habit to call you Danny’s girlfriend, alongside Sam. Many times Danny has gotten himself burt trying to defend you from either ghosts or bullies like Paulina and Dash. You’ve sacrificed sleep, food, and your grades to help Danny, in a way hurting yourself for him, but just not physically. Him having a nightmare about you wasn’t shocking because of this. 

You beckoned the dark-haired male over to your bed, wanting him to lay on it. Danny shuffled towards your bed, his tiredness clearly affecting this. How the hell did he even fly here? you thought as he almost fell over a couple of pencils and books in his way. The boy made it to your bed, flopping dramatically onto the comforter as soon as you pushed your school work off of it. You laid down next to Danny, facing himas you positioned yourself on your side. 

“What was the nightmare about?” you gently asked, reaching out to move his black locks out of his eyes. “I was fighting one of my many ghostly enemies. Skulker, I think it was. He had you in his ghost realm and he was using you to get to me,” Danny said, his voice muffled since his face was buried in a pillow. “And - and ... I couldn’t get to you in time. Your screams ... they were ...” 

You didn’t let him say anymore, cuddling into his side as you tried to comfort him. Danny turned towards you and buried his head into your chest, wrapping his arms around your middle. You shushed the teen, your hands gently stroking his hair. Danny didn’t cry, but took deep breaths to calm himself down as you absentmindedly hummed a random tune. Eventually, Danny’s body relaxed, as did his breathing, meaning he was asleep. You sighed, saying to yourself, “You are going to work yourself to death someday.” You kissed his exposed forehead, Danny’s yes fluttering at the contact of your lips to his skin. 

You tried to untangle yourself from the sleeping boy, wanting to leave him alone to sleep in peace. You were just about to walk away from the bed, when Danny suddenly grabbed your arm. You quickly turned towards him, about to say something, when Danny beat you to it. “Please stay with me. For one moment at least?” he said in his sleepy voice. Your heart panged at the sight, his hair messed up, eyes sleepy, his body wrapped in blankets. How could you say no to a face like that? 

You got back into the bed, Danny moved his head onto your chest, one leg and an arm thrown over you as soon as your back hit the bed. You just wrapped your arms around the teen as his breathing got deeper as he started to fall asleep. “Goodnight, Danny,” you said as your eyes started to close, sleep taking you along with Danny. “Goodnight, (y/n). I love you,” Danny replied in a mumble. Your half-asleep brain did not fully recognize what he said, so you fell into a much needed and blissful sleep. 

Your morning alarm violently woke you up at six in the morning. You shot up from your bed and slammed the button on your (clock/phone) to turn the blasted thing off. Unfortunately, you forgot someone was laying on top of you, causing said person to fall off the bed when you suddenly moved. Danny’s scream reminded you that he came over the night before and you flinched when you heard him hit the hard ground. 

“Ow, what the hell?” he grumbled as he sat up, rubbing his head. “Sorry, Danny! Are you okay?” you worried. “Yeah. Just had a rude awakening,” Danny replied as he moved to lay back on the bed. 

As your brain slowly woke up, you remembered what Danny said to you before he fell asleep. Immediately, your cheeks turned (red/pink). “What’s the matter, (y/n)?” Danny asked, when you realized you were blushing. “Do remember anything from last night?” you asked. Danny looked confused, but answered you anyway. “Kind of. I remember coming here to check on you after a nightmare and passing out with you on the bed. Why? Did I do something wrong that I don’t know of?” 

He doesn’t remember, you thought, meaning you had to tell him that he said he loved you, causing you to inwardly scream. “You really don’t remember? You don’t remember what you said to me before you fell asleep?” “No. What? What did I say?” “Oh dear, how do I say this? Um, you admitted you have feeling for me,” you mumbled, avoiding eye contact with Danny. Danny’s blue eyes widened when he remembered his confession from last night. He groaned and buried his face in his hands. “You’ve got to be kidding me! I can’t believe I confessed like that! And I didn’t even remember doing it!” he exclaimed. “I’m sorry,” you said, still trying to control the blush on your cheeks. “Why are you apologizing? I’m the idiot who confessed. And not very well might I add,” Danny said. 

Awkward silence filled the air, neither one of you knowing what to say. Danny groaning and falling back onto your bed sheets broke the silence. “Why did I have to confess like that? Now I ruined our friendship!” he complained. “How did you ruin our friendship? I don’t feel like you did,” you asked, confused. “Of course I did. I know you don’t feel the same way and you won’t be able to look at me the same after this. What a disaster!” Danny explained. “What if I feel the same way,” you said/ Danny’s head snapped up to look at you, his eyes wide. “Are you serious? You’re not just joking around are you?” he said, bewildered. You just nodded your head, failing to find any words.

A smile broke out on his face, it reaching his ears and his eyes shinning with happiness. “This is ... This is great!” he exclaimed, throwing his hands up in the air. You shushed him and whispered, “Quiet down! My parents don’t know you’re here, remember!” Danny quickly covered his mouth and quieted down. “Sorry,” he whispered, a smile still on his face. “It’s just I’ve never had a girl I like like me back.” “I’ve never had a guy like me ack before,” you admitted. 

The two of you drew closer, staring into each other's eyes, lovestruck smiles on your faces. “(Y/n),” Danny quietly said. “Can I kiss you?” With a blush on your cheers, you agreed with a slight nod. Danny took his chance, capturing your lips with his own, in a sweet, innocent kiss. You relaxed into the kiss your hand coming to rest on the ghostly teen’s chest as he cupped your cheek. Sparks flyed and your heart seemed to beat in synch with Danny’s. You never loved Danny more than this magical moment. 

Your bedroom door slamming open made you two separate, practically jumping apart from the sudden moment. “What the hell is going on here?” your father shouted, eyes red with rage, looking like he wanted to kill Danny. “Oh shit,” Danny and you both mumbled. “Um, hi, Mr. (l/n). This ... this isn’t what it looks like,” Danny said, trying to make the situation better. Your father just grabbed him by the front of his shirt and pulled him out of your room. You could hear Danny shouting as your father pulled him down the stairs, and threw him out the front door. “Dad!” you shouted, worried for your best friend. “You, missy, are in big trouble,” your father said when he turned to you, giving you a cold glare. We’re screwed. 

THE END

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[robbyrobinson]

Stephen King Villains: Most Evil to Least Evil

Stephen King is considered the master of horror best known for his prolific writing career that in itself takes place in a multiverse of sorts. Besides monsters and supernatural beings, there are also very, very evil humans that also antagonize the protagonists. 

Most Evil

Most Evil would go to Randall Flagg. He is probably the closest thing to the Devil that exists in King's works, though Nyarlathotep is also said to be one of his many titles. He appears in several of King's novels sowing chaos wherever possible. He was apart of many violent tragedies such as race riots, lynchings, you name them. In The Stand, he sets himself up as some sort of god for those who also had penchants for violence. In The Dark Tower series, he works alongside the Crimson King and gets into even more acts like destroying a city and driving a woman insane by having a dead man recount to her what he had seen in the afterlife. Ultimately, his plan is to topple the Dark Tower itself which would spell destruction for the multiverse. 

 Bronze goes to It. An ancient, primordial evil, It was originally from the Macroverse before crash landing to the area that would eventually become Derry, Maine where it establishes a cycle of awakening every 27 years to kill and devour Derry's children even though it is implicated that It doesn't need to consume the flesh of its prey as it could live off their fear alone. But it is their fear that makes their meat tastier to It. It is an egotistical, narcissistic being who views itself as being superior above humans and its archenemy Maturin the Turtle. It is first defeated by the Losers Club back in the 1950s after it had killed the young brother of Bill Denbrough only to return 27 years later to settle the score.

Silver...it's a tough one, but I ultimately decided that William Wharton from The Green Mile earns this spot. He is not the most powerful being in the books nor is he anywhere close to the first two's level. Simply put, he is a disgusting piece of human garbage that should've gotten fried to death in the electric chair for what he had done. He is first taken to the Mile after killing two people, one of which was a pregnant woman. When he arrives, he pretends to be in a near-drunken state only to then attempt to strangle one of the wardens. That in itself is bad, but what pushes him further is the fact that he was the one who raped and killed those two girls that John Coffey is being sentenced to death over. He used the sisters' love for each other to coerce them not to scream lest he kill one of them before leading them out of their house.

Patrick Hockstetter. A pure solipsistic psychopath, Patrick was a member of Henry Bowers's gang but he was especially nasty. He took perverse delight at killing animals but that is not his main claim to infamy. As a solipsist, he believes that no one exists aside from himself...essentially the world revolved around him. When he learned that his mother had given birth, Patrick felt threatened. So much so, he smothered the baby to death with a pillow.

Norman Daniels, the main antagonist of Rose Madder. A corrupt cop, he domestically abuses his wife Rose and in one instance sexually assaulted her and later caused her to suffer a miscarriage. When she leaves him, Norman pursues her, murdering and torturing those in his way his preferred method being biting them to death. 

Leland Gaunt of Needful Things sets up a novelty shop in Castle Rock where he has his victim's greatest desires in stock, but they had to pay a sum and additionally stage a prank. A magical charm that drives the residents to madness one instance being when two women killed themselves in a madness-inducing stupor leading to a young boy killing himself. 

Rose the Hat. A little lower on the list. A True Knot (quasi-immortal vampiric beings), she feeds on steam, as in the dying breath of children who have "the Shining." This is of course done through torturing children to death. Despite committing serial murders, plausibly in the hundreds depending on how long she and her clan were operating, she nevertheless greatly cares for her fellow True Knots and becomes increasingly incensed by Danny Torrance and Abra Stone killing them.

Going to King's first novel Carrie, we have several trash. Chris Hargensen bullies Carrie White relentlessly climaxing in her staging a terrible prank where she drops a bucket full of pig's blood on Carrie's head at the prom after forging fake votes for Carrie. Following her is Margaret White , Carrie's mother. An insane religious zealot, she emotionally and psychologically abuses her daughter as she saw it as her fault that Carrie received telekinetic powers because of her perceived mistake. After the massacre, Margaret attempts to kill Carrie.

The Overlook Hotel. At first it seems odd that I would include what is basically an inanimate object. But in the book The Shining, it is made apparent that the hotel is alive and is greatly evil. It drives those who visit it to madness ultimately resulting in them killing their families and then themselves. Once it completely possesses Jack Torrance, it fully has its malevolent intentions out in the open. 

The Shawshank Redemption. Kind of more leaning towards the film adaptation, but here goes: Samuel Norton is the warden of the Shawshank prison. Initially coming off as a kind man with that rich Southern Christian rhetoric, Norton is truly a greedy man ruling Shawshank with an iron fist allowing rapes and other evils to happen on his grounds. He uses the prisoners for cheap labor in a money laundering scheme which he forces Andy to assist him with. Unlike in the book, when Tommy has information proving Andy's innocence, Norton sends for Captain Byron T. Hadley to kill Tommy. 

Next would be Bogs Diamond. The leader of a group of men called The Sisters, he enjoys violently raping his victims one of his favorite being Andy. But it isn't because he's gay, but more because he derives disgusting glee from raping them when they were at their lowest state. 

Henry Bowers, the secondary antagonist of It, is a racist, Anti-Semitic, misogynistic, fat-shaming lunatic who graduates to murdering his own father before deciding to go to kill the Losers Club when they enter the sewer system to face off against It/Pennywise. But it is shown that his father was abusive and he likely learned a lot of his prejudices from him. But he also stands as a trope of King's where you have insane bullies.

Lastly, we get to Percy Wetmore the secondary antagonist of The Green Mile. Somehow coming off as more reprehensible than the real villain of the book, Wetmore is a low-functioning sociopath who primarily came to the Cold Mountain Penitentiary to watch the death row inmates die. 

Especially despising Delacroix, he kills Mr. Jingles by stepping on him out of spite, and he later deliberately leaves the sponge dry leading to Delacroix's excruciatingly botched, prolonged execution where he literally cooks in Old Sparky. He's kind of lower on the list mostly because of his film counterpart looking horrified. Something tells me that he probably was only thinking that by not wetting the sponge it would give Delacroix a little more pain, but he wasn't anticipating for the events to ensue the way they did. Though him being forced to watch is cathartic as was what became of him in the ending.

Least Evil

Cujo takes the first spot. All he wanted was to be a good boy, but all that changed when he was bitten by a rabid bat. Now he kills those that he miscontrues as being responsible for his pain. 

Carrie White was the protagonist of Stephen King's first book. Born with telekinetic powers, Carrie was bullied by her peers; mistreated by her fundamentalist mother...ultimately she was driven insane when that horrible prank at the prom befell her. She committed horrible acts, but ultimately, it is understandable. It was only a matter of time for her to snap. 

Jack Torrance: While he tries to kill his wife and son, part of it largely falls on the Overlook corrupting him. He was abused by his father ultimately becoming an alcoholic who unwittingly dislocated Danny's arm. At the least before the Overlook's destruction he had a moment of clarity. 

Christine: A sapient possessed 1958 Plymouth Fury vintage vehicle who acts like a envious girlfriend when it comes to its owners. Worse, it is fully able of numping people off if need be.

The Wendigo: In Pet Sematary, it is a wendigo that is responsible for the cursed grounds that whatever was buried in its soils, an evil, undead version arises. This happens to Church the cat and especially to Gage. However, the Wendigo is presented more as a force of nature than truly evil.

Annie Wilkes: After saving Paul, it seems at first Annie was a kind woman...at least until she found out that Paul killed off her favorite character and becomes hellbent on forcing him to rewrite the ending where she was alive again. She holds him hostage and even breaks his legs as punishment (though it's much worse in the novel). Worse, it is revealed that Annie is a serial killer with a body count in potentially the 70s with multiple infants dying under mysterious circumstances while under her care. More patients end up dying but they were mostly ignored as the patients were already deathly sick prior. But with all that being said, Annie does have severe mental issues to the point where she is unable to discern reality from fiction. 

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[purpleillusn]

Shadowed Heart

Phic Phight attack 4

Prompt: “Start and end the fic with the same sentence, the first time it's positive and happy. The second time it's chilling and foreboding.” - @quishaphantom

Genre: Angst

Words: 910

Warnings: Character death

‘Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two.’ The sounds of the Birthday Massacre blasted in Sam’s ears as she annihilated yet another enemy in Doomed. Lasers shot out from her gun and she annihilated FriarTuck again. Ha, she thought triumphantly. She stole a glance at the clock, which told her it was more morning than it was night at that point. Oh, well, it was a Sunday anyway now, she could always sleep in.

She took out one more enemy before logging off for the night. It was late, even for her standards and what had become her new normal since the incident.

Sam ran a hand through her hair and grimaced at the greasy feel. Making a mental note to wash her hair in the morning, or afternoon, or really whenever she woke up, she threw on her pyjamas, chucking her day clothes into the corner.

She wished she’d fallen asleep the moment her head hit the pillow, but life was never that easy. A shiver ran down her spine and green and blue light poured in through her eyelids. Tears welled up in Sam’s eyes and she cowered under the duvet, goosebumps prickling over her skin.

She didn’t know how long she lay there before she fell asleep, and to be completely honest she couldn’t recall when exactly she’d fallen asleep - some time between the time the time the eerie whispers and wails started and her mother throwing open her curtains to let the sunlight stream into her room.

“Come on, get up Samantha!” Pamela Manson screeched, like a deranged canary, ripping the covers off Sam’s head. “I won’t have you sleeping through the day like this!”

Sam groaned and shot her a glare, rolling out of bed. “Fine! I’m up!”

Pamela huffed and left the room, but not without telling Sam to wash her hair - like she needed to be told that.

Sam was half-tempted to go back to going back to playing Doomed, but the pile of homework on her desk convinced her otherwise. Mr Lancer may understand her sudden decline in work recently, but her parents definitely didn’t, and she really didn’t want to fail this year.

Working on homework only went so well. Before long her eyes became unfocused and she gazed blankly at the mess of words on the page, pen tapping against the largely blank piece of lined paper she’d intended to write on.

Sighing, she pushed herself up from the desk, catching a glimpse of a shadowy figure in her peripheral vision, and went to shower, spending extra time on the bird’s nest that had become of her hair. At least she didn’t see the figure here - apparently this ghost respected privacy to an extent. That was just like him really - barging into her bedroom, but still being mindful of the fact that he couldn’t follow her everywhere. Sam was tempted to spend the rest of her life in the bathroom if it made the figure leave her alone, but there was no way she could justify that in any sane manner. This was really her fault, so she might as well live with the consequences.

Sam left the house for a walk, clad in a puffy coat, concluding that homework was not going to happen. Baby blues glimmered from the dark alleyways and storm drains. If this spirit was trying to communicate with her it was doing a pretty shit job of it - she still had no more idea of why it was tormenting her than the day she first saw it, the day of the accident. Sam really tried not to think about that. Her mother was talking about getting her a therapist to talk about it with, but Sam highly doubted it could help to talk about something like that. Or rather, she didn’t want to talk about it. She could take the trauma to her grave for all she cared, no one would hear a word about it from her.

Sam stopped abruptly once she realised where she’d been walking towards, the neon of the Fenton Works sign towering over her, taunting her. Of course she’d unconsciously walked here, it was just fitting.

The Fenton household had never felt so empty, the sign the only reminder that it was supposed to be a madhouse. Jack Fenton had lost his usual cheer on that day, and Maddie and Jazz both grieved in less obvious, but still noticeable ways, drawing away from the outside world and focusing on their respective studies. Sam had half a mind to tell them that Danny’s ghost had been following her ever since the accident, but it could just as easily be a hallucination born from guilt as an actual ghost.

She’d just wanted to look at the portal, it was truly teenage stupidity. She got her goddamn photo of him in the portal, but at what cost? His soul shaking screams, pure agony and anguish continued for minutes, and still rang in her head, not unlike the cries that tormented her at night. Then the corpse, oh God the corpse. It looked like something from one of Junji Ito’s horror illustrations, the skin flaking and scorched, the jumpsuit melted and burnt. The worst part of all was what the medical examination at the hospital revealed - his heart had beat erratically in the start of the shock, the muscles tearing from the strain.

‘Broke the sissy boy's teeny toy heart in two.’

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[artificialqueens]

Convenient Denial Ch. 1 (Biadore) - Valencia

AN: FINALLY IT ME, THE BIADORE HOLIDAY FIC <3 I’m sorry it’s taken so long, it’s my first time writing fanfic so please let me know how I’m doing - I’d love to get any feedback/constructive criticism :)) The next two chapters are going to be super smutty with a sprinkling of angst/fluff and I think it’ll probably be around 4-5 chapters in total (I might write a pure fluff epilogue as well to finish it off depending on if you guys like it)

Thanks heaps for reading, love Valencia x

Blurb: Roy is convinced the only reason why he misses Danny so much is because they’re such good friends - nothing more, nothing less. Danny is supposedly well over the silly crush he used to have on Roy back in Season 6. As they go on holiday together, feelings surface that neither quite know how to deal with.

Chapter 1

The tensely corded muscles in Roy’s neck and his constant stress headaches are a blaring sign that he needs a holiday. He always a bit on edge lately, but surprisingly he’s been in a good mood the last couple of days –since Adore’s father’s day post. Danny always knows how to make him smile, and the annual father’s day post dedicated to him never fails to do so. Roy can’t quite pinpoint why, but he’s missing Danny more than usual especially after seeing his latest photos online. Not for the first time, he scrolls through Adore’s instagram feed, trying to ignore the way his eyes lingers on the more racy pics. A stupid grin refuses to leave his face as he clicks on Adore’s post to him. He reads the cute caption over twice before letting himself look at their photo. His heart tugs as he sees adorably rumpled Danny. They both look so happy, so content and comfortable in each other’s company. He misses the days during and after Season 6 when it seemed like his entire world was Adore and Courtney. Now all the time they get together is a group dinner every couple of months if they’re lucky. And barely any time with Danny.

Danny’s the one person he misses the most when he’s on the road. He knows exactly when to make him laugh, and when to stay quiet - even though he never actually does, and he’s a pro at reading him right back whenever Roy dishes it out. No one knows Roy Haylock, or Bianca Del Rio as well as Danny does, and that’s why they’re the closest of friends. He just wishes sometimes they could be like normal best friends, be able to walk over to each other’s houses whenever they feel like it and spend lazy Sundays watching trash reality shows, gossiping about their co-workers and painting their nails. He can’t remember the last time they saw each other for more than a couple days.  

Feeling unreasonably sorry for himself, he pushes all thoughts of Danny away. He’s lucky to be given this opportunity to travel the world, he firmly reminds himself, and he’s worked so hard to get to where he is now. But even Roy can tell he’s overworked and stressed, especially judging by the fact that he’s getting all soppy over something as small as missing his friend. He definitely needs a fucking holiday. The thought of a holiday has plagued his mind the last year or so but he’s never let himself commit to going. He dislikes being on a plane a second longer than needed but if he stays at home he knows he’ll end up working again, doing taxes or some other mundane task. Roy decides he has to go relax and unwind, have some drinks and maybe a massage or two - hopefully that’ll work all this tension out of his system.

He trawls the internet, researching destinations and browsing through idyllic beachfront resort photos. For some reason he doesn’t really feel that excited. After some thought he realises he can’t just sit alone in his own company for a week, he’ll be bored out of his mind. But on the other hand, he generally prefers his own company over others. Except for… No.. he can’t take Danny, can he? He mentally checks Adore’s schedule; refusing to admit to himself that it’s kinda stalkerish that he knows her entire upcoming month off by heart. He tells himself that he’s always made an effort to keep tabs on her career only because he’s incredibly proud of her success but it goes deeper than Roy likes to acknowledge - he mainly just likes to know where Danny is, especially when he’s not home. Adore isn’t touring at the moment but she’s fully booked around the States. What if he asks and Danny doesn’t think spending time together is important enough to miss his prior work commitments? Danny’s biggest pet peeve is being called lazy based on his punk drag and throws himself into his work to prove everyone wrong. Roy can’t do it, he’s so nervous even the thought of that conversation makes his stomach lurch. He knows he isn’t going to be able to face the rejection that may follow. With the idea of a holiday dismissed yet again, he pours himself a bitterly strong drink and slowly starts painting his eyes like a racoon for Bianca’s evening show.

The idea of Danny and Roy on vacation together buzzes around in Bianca’s head all night, no matter how hard she tries to concentrate on her comedy gig. Can’t help but get a little lost in the thoughts of having breakfast with Danny every single morning for seven days. Hearing Danny’s sunny laughter when he succeeds in making the younger man laugh and being able to say “See you tomorrow” and actually mean it. Bianca glugs through her drinks like a deprived alcoholic the entire show, trying and failing miserably to get Danny out of her head. Slowly everything starts to get a bit hazy, but that does little to repress the thoughts she’s been attempting to ignore. After a couple more drinks after the show has ended, with yet another stiff drink in hand, he finds himself picking out their seat selection so Danny can sit next to the window.

Roy wakes up the next morning to a pounding headache and a flight confirmation in his email inbox. His stomach slightly twists as he reads over the details.

Holiday resort package for two - Bali - one week.

Paranoia takes over, and he’s wondering how he’s going to break it to Danny - would Danny think it’s weird? Would he assume that Roy is just old and lonely, trying to buy company? Fuck. The older man doesn’t want to hear the hesitant ‘Sorry, I’ve got a lot going on right now’ from his lips, and the guilty ‘oh no, I feel so bad for wasting your tickets’ that will follow. Well. The tickets are already bought so he commands himself to suck it up, grow a pair and let Danny know. It’s his choice what he wants to do.

“I’ve got tickets. A week holiday, from this weekend.” Danny isn’t surprised at the early morning call from Roy or the lack of a greeting. “Oh my god cool! Where to?” “I won them.” He blurts out. Where the fuck did that come from? The white lie just slips out, his subconscious clearly a tad too insecure to tell him the full truth. Danny laughs, “You fucking lucky bitch. I guess once a winner always a winner.” “Guess that’s what happens when you’ve got talent.” Roy retaliates. A characteristic scream laugh from Danny’s end of the line. “Lucky for me I get to enjoy your benefits. So who’s the real winner bitch?” Roy’s laughing into the phone and Danny’s chest elates - he loves making Roy laugh.  He can’t remember the last time someone besides Roy has made him this goofily happy.

“So you wanna come?” “Fuck yeah, I’m down.” It’s only after Roy hangs up he realises with a grin that Danny has agreed to come without even knowing where they were going.

The second his call with Roy ends he’s calling his manager and cancelling the week block. There must be something in his voice, an urgency perhaps, that makes his manager silent for a few seconds on the phone rather than a straight up ‘what the fuck?!’ “You’re sure?” She asks dubiously. Danny’s never asked for time off before. “Yeah man, I really need some time, you know, to take care of myself.” She agrees to postpone whatever she can and Danny is thinking to himself that the stars have finally aligned. He gets Roy all to himself in paradise for a whole week - for free too! They’re going to have time to talk for fucking hours and do every single thing he misses doing with Roy. It’s gonna be fucking epic.

*  * *  * * *  * * * *

Roy tells Danny a later flight time so he knows the messy man won’t be packed. He drags Danny off to the airport with just a carry on each, haphazardly packed last minute. “Do you know what my deepest, darkest fantasy is?” Roy says suggestively, quirking a brow. Danny brain stutters for a split second - god yes, he wants to hear every single one of Roy’s dirty fantasies. “Wha?” He cringes at how he breathless he sounds as soon as the word is out of his mouth but thankfully Roy doesn’t seem to notice. “Travelling with just a tiny ass carry on!” Roy says with a laugh. Danny nods in full agreement, suppressing the tinge of disappointment he feels when he realises the latino man isn’t talking about anything remotely sexual. “Yeah girl, if we’re hauling their asses back on a plane we’re gonna do it without 5 motherfucking suitcases of drag.”

*  * *  * * *  * * * *

“Does our room have a balcony?” Danny asks with puppy dog eyes. Roy chuckles, and Danny nudges him with his shoulder as they’re walking from the resort lobby to the elevators. “I’m serious! I need a balcony for my morning joints.” “It’s not our room pussyfart, we have our own rooms. We’re famous remember? We can afford it.” Roy sarcastically retorts. Their rooms are side by side, almost identical with a king bed and a ridiculous number of pillows on each. Danny cheekily waits until Roy is unpacked before declaring that he prefers Roy’s balcony and that he better get used to him using it. The two look similar - actually Danny’s room seems to have the better view. Roy doesn’t argue though, he knows Danny will be out on his balcony pretty much 24/7 - and he doesn’t mind at all.

“We made it girl!” Danny flops onto the bed like a mermaid, legs tilted together before stretching out into a starfish and rolling around. “And the flight wasn’t even too bad.” Danny had thoroughly enjoyed the seemingly too short flight, mainly because he had spent most of it with Roy’s head nestled between his neck and shoulder. The show they started watching was so good too, even though half his attention was constantly fixed on how close Roy was to him. They spy the massive pool from their balcony and decide to have a dip, overly excited by the fact the pool also has a built in bar. “Wanna get a drink to celebrate?” Roy asks smiling. Danny jumps up without hesitation, “Party.”

They freshen up and make their way downstairs. Roy’s changed into a pair of khaki shorts that are tighter than usual and Danny’s eyes can’t help but trail down his toned back and linger on his round ass. Danny loves the booty, no matter what size or shape, but goddamn - the curve of Roy’s heart shaped ass is mouthwateringly gorgeous. Ugh, such a gorgeous man with such a gorgeous ass. He pushes the thought out of his head as they enter the outdoor balcony seating, he can’t think of Roy like that. He isn’t allowed to, not after the first time around. There had been a period after Season 6 where he let himself indulge in that fantasy. Mistaking every friendly and affectionate gesture as hidden romantic interest only led to the most painful heartbreak of his life – and it was worse because he never had Roy to begin with, so technically he didn’t even have a loss to mourn. But he’s over it now, and as long as he doesn’t let this thoughts stray to what could’ve been, he’ll be just fine.

They sprawl themselves on reclined lounge chairs, enjoying the luxury of ordering their food and drinks poolside. Impatient to swim, Roy wolfs down his noodles in record time and starts to lather on sunscreen. “Wait 30 minutes girl. I got mad cramps swimming after eating pizza once it was not cute.”  Roy secretly loves that Danny fusses over him a lot of the time but he rolls his eyes for dramatic effect. “No need to mother me.” “I’d rather be daddy actually.” Danny pouts his lips and winks suggestively. Roy lies back down to tan as he waits for the food in his stomach to settle and Danny moves himself closer so they can chat over the noise of the busy pool. They start discussing the drama on the tv show they’ve started on the plane, their unending stream of conversation diverging until they’re somehow giggling at each other’s childhood stories.

They’re so wrapped up in each other and it’s only when the sun is setting in glorious streaks of red and purple that they realise how late it’s become. Not wasting any more time, they jump in; Roy swimming long, powerful strokes while Danny splish splashes around like a flying fish. He keeps accidentally splashing Roy in the face, shrieking and pretending to drown when Roy retaliates. They have handstand competitions and bet drinks on who can hold their breath underwater the longest. Danny always wins despite his smoker lungs and Roy playfully accuses him of cheating, jumping on him and pulling him under. “It’s ‘cause I’m a mermaid.” He says with a theatrical hair flip. Roy shakes his head, “More like a siren. Luring trade to their tragic deaths.” Danny blinks up at him with wet eyelashes and a cheeky smile and Roy can’t stop staring at how fucking perfect his face is. He can’t stop his hammering heart either and even though he knows his heart shouldn’t be beating that fast for a friend, especially Danny, his heart gives zero fucks.

They swim until they’re the only two left in the pool and it feels like their entire bodies are pruned. Roy gets out first to get them towels and as the multicoloured poolside lights reflect off the sheen of water on his body, Danny can’t help but gawk at him. Roy’s wearing a thin loose singlet, and seeing it plastered wet on him is almost more erotic than his bare chest. The clingy see through shirt defines the lean muscles of his torso, not leaving much to the imagination yet not revealing everything. God, his thoughts turn dirty so quick it makes his head spin and Danny gets hard as his eyes trail down to where Roy’s tight shorts do nothing to conceal his bulge. He’s trying to think of repulsive and un-sexy things like centipedes and people getting run over by a bus but his efforts get lost in a sea of filthy fantasies where Roy and him share the starring role.

“Let’s go back up, the pool’s closing down. I think the cleaners are getting a bit impatient waiting on us.” Roy’s standing by the edge of the pool, ready to go. Danny shakes his head, wracking his brain for an excuse to stay in a bit longer until he can get his problem under control. His face is an open book and it slowly dawns on Roy why he’s blushing and refusing to get out. “Oh my god are you haard?” Roy teases with a chuckle, his voice involuntarily deepening. “No it’s just- it’s not because of anything- it’s just like- one of those random boners you get you know? When you’re in one position for ages and then you move suddenly-” He’s rambling nervously, looking anywhere but Roy which the older man is thankful for - or else he would’ve noticed Roy heatedly staring at the outline of his hardened cock pressing against his swimming shorts. Roy forces himself to look away. “C’mere, I’ll block you. The cleaners are coming over to tell us to go.” He holds out a towel for him as Danny sheepishly gets out, avoiding all eye contact. Roy thinks to himself that red-faced, embarrassed Danny is probably one of the cutest things he’s ever seen - and accidentally-hard Danny is definitely the sexiest.

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[melonoverlord]

New asks for Danny boy, my favorite idiot

Which parent do they look the most like?

He got most of his good looks from his mom. He got his beautiful golden blonde locks, straight nose, and sweet face. He got those dark blue eyes from his dad though.

Is there a name they were almost given (either by their parents or during character creation)?

For the longest time while his was pregnant, his parents were for sure that Daniel was going to be a girl and had Miriam on the ready for a while. When they found out that it was going to be a boy, they were split on Peter and Daniel, and then finally went with Daniel when Judith kept calling her unborn brother Danny.

What were they like as a kid (if they’re currently a child, what would they be like as a teen)?

If you think Daniel is overdramatic now, you did not know him before Judith died. He was too blessed to be stressed and loved playing pretend with everything, even if was him doing homework. It was a mix of him not having anything to worry about, equally as bonkers Judith enabling him, and Daniel just being his weird ass self.

What’s their drinking tolerance and what kind of drunk are they?

He’s a little bit of a lightweight and gets tipsy at two drinks. Boy’s definitely a party drunk who tries to dance on top of the table and drunkenly sing to Lady Gaga.

Where do they like to be touched?

Daniel loves people touching his arms, especially now that he has got some biceps. Both romantically and platonically he also loves being touched at his shoulders so he can feel an authority figure’s pride that he craves. When it comes in a romantic sense, he does love when he can lift Ashi and have her legs around his waist while she supports herself on his shoulders.

What’s their favorite position (top/bottom/switch/pillow princess/etc.)

He’s naturally a bottom, especially when his dreams are Chris Hemsworth and Ashi. But he can also be a respectable service top and especially after near death experiences on either his or Ashi’s end, he is a very handsy (but polite) top.

What are their kinks?

Daniel has a long list of kinks that he lets everyone and their mother know. He’s a little bit more into the painful stuff than he should probably admit (he full admits anyway). Light shock stimulation, choking, bdsm, being tied up, blindfolded. He really just wants to be fucked up against a wall.

How do they feel about adrenaline (roller coasters, extreme sports, etc.)?

He loves roller coasters of any kind, and definitely wants to try skydiving one day.

What is their fight or flight response?

He hates causing drama (despite being a drama queen) so he’s more likely to try to step back from a situation and disengage than fight. Piss him off though and he will come after you.

What’s their pain tolerance?

Despite being a superhero, Daniel’s a wimp. He bruises extremely easily and given that he’s been sick for a while, he can only take a couple hits before he’s out. He just has to be hit first.  Though on top of that, he has surprisingly good endurance when it comes to sickness and minor injuries. Like he’ll be internally screaming the whole time, but the show must go on.

What character archetype are they the most like (the Innocent, the Hero, etc.)

Although both is parents are alive, ‘The Orphan’ makes the most sense for him thematically. His powers came in at an inopportune time, which put him on the radar of some powerful people and his life is leagues different than what it was before he could teleport. He just wants to prove his worth and has benefactors to provide him a way to do that.

What TV-Tropes trope would they be?

Although a textbook ‘Adorkable’, his character arc fits more with ‘Beware the Silly Ones’. For the most part Daniel is that goofy brother everyone likes to make fun of, but with his current job and how he had to essentially become a single parent at 10, he can get serious when he needs to.

What John Mulaney quote/bit do they most embody?

‘I think, like, in Heaven they built, like, three quarters of a gay person and then they forgot to flip the final switch, and they just sent me out and it was like, “You marked that one gay, right?”And it was like, “Oh no! Was I supposed to?”And they were like, “Oh man, well this’ll be a very interesting person. This’ll be a very silly person.“’ 

With the exception of love interests and immediate family, who are they closest to?

While in school, he didn’t have very close friends until Ashi, but when he got his internship, he got to be pretty close with one of his coworkers, a clairvoyant named Kira. They’re about as opposites as you can get, but Kira has that deadpan humor that he misses in Ashi.

What is their moral alignment? What would have to happen for it to shift?

He’s bounces between neutral and chaotic good, despite working for people along the neutral and evil spectrums. If he continued to work with them and get more in the fold, he would probably shift somewhere between chaotic good and chaotic neutral. He would probably have to have something terrible happen to Ashi or particularly Benny to switch into something more evil.

Are they a morning person? What are they like before 8am?

He’s not necessarily a morning person by nature, but given school, rehearsals, and work, he’s had to adapt to being a morning person. He usually gets up between 5 and 6 and is out the door by 7:30. The one key difference is that while he’s awake, he will not say anything until at least 7, just because he’s mentally screaming the whole time.

What are they like when they’re tired?

Daniel tends to get a little cranky when he’s tired, and definitely more snappy. He doesn’t have patience to deal with people’s bullshit, so he just wants to be left alone. He tries to stay away from people when he’s tired and go find a place to nap.

What are they like in arguments?

He hasn’t been in a lot of arguments, just a couple ones with his brother, but he definitely has a problem of holding everything back until the last moment and then he will take out ever receipt on you since he met you.

What is their dominant hand?

His right

Out of 10, how happy are they? How happy do they think they are?

He’s usually around a 6.5 most of the time. He’s always incredibly stressed but tries to be positive. He likes thinking he’s at an 8 though.

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