#I feel like I can’t be the one to voice act Tucker. like you see a black dude and out of his mouth-

[stealingyourbones]

Working on the twitch streamer Tucker animatic and I decided to cave and switch from animating in Photoshop to Adobe Animate and oh bOY are the controls confusing

Oh and update on it all, I have completed the script, storyboard, and Tucker’s emotes. Next is voice acting and animation.

#bones speaks #y’all I may not be like Super Good at art #but I have stubbornness and a creative vision so I’m Gonna Do It #will it look incredible? no. will it be shaded? no. will the jawlines change with every frame? yes. #I feel like I can’t be the one to voice act Tucker. like you see a black dude and out of his mouth- #- comes a sporano midwestern 20 year old with absolutely 0 voice acting talent #i feel like it’d certainly be funny but it would be hella jarring #i might ask a friend to help me with the voices. make it less ‘what the fuck’

[soft-mafia]

Risky [Buggy x Reader]

warnings: fem reader, sex in a public area, risky sex, cream pie, squirting, Buggy being horny

a/n: I just realized I’m making a lot of smut posts. I need help I’m too obsessed with Buggy😭 the plot is kind of sloppy but I really wanted to write some smut so sorry about that lolllll

Buggy had no idea what was wrong with him today. He had locked himself in his office, he lost count of how many times he had came, jacking off for hours at the thought of you.

When a crew member knocked on his door they were met with nothing but harsh curses and shouts from him; not knowing that their captain had been rubbing one out into a rag. His jaw clenched, teeth grit tightly as he tried to conceal his grunts and groans. He was huffing like a damn dog thinking of Y/n.

Maybe it was the lack of actual sex over the past few days that got Buggy so riled up, they’ve just been so busy setting everything up as soon as they got back to bed they both just tuckered out.. but damn why the fuck was he so horny now?!

After what seemed to be his 5th cum of the day, Buggy came out of his quarters, his makeup smeared, and he looked a bit disheveled. He put his hair up into a ponytail as he walked to the green room, going to see what his girlfriend was up to. She preferred to work back stage and behind the scenes, mainly on the contraptions and the lighting.. much to Buggy’s disappointment— he would love for her to be another accessory to his acts, not take up the entire spot light, but.. serve as some kind of eye candy for the audience.

With the way she bent and moved for him she could easily be a good contortionist.. fuck he was hard again.

Buggy’s muscles tensed as he saw Y/n talking to Mohji. The blue haired man seemed to physically restrain himself from grabbing Y/n and dragging her off somewhere to get some sex.

“Stop letting Richie come in here— we can’t use these lights anymore because he chewed them all up, and he pissed on the costume wigs.” Y/n said as she chewed out the beast tamer. As much as she was an animal lover, working with Richie was… a chore to say the least, but it was mainly to blame on Mohji for his poor animal management skills. “Y/n.” Buggy grunted out as he walked over to her, standing at her side and putting a hand on her waist, “Are you busy?” He asked, his voice a bit lower and gruffer than usual.

“Umm.. not right now, no.” She said, looking up at him. Buggy then turned to Mohji and made a tilting motion with his head, that told the man to ‘get the fuck out’, which he quickly obeyed.

“Are you ok?” Y/n looked up at Buggy, noticing his smudged makeup and how slightly sweaty he was. He smelled a bit muskier than usual, and he hadn’t covered his scent with cologne like he usually would. “Yeah, I’m fine.” Buggy said under his breath, his hands roaming all over her body now that they were alone, which she noticed. Buggy shuffled closer to her, pressing his body against her side as he leaned in to whisper in her ear, “God I wanna fuck you so bad.” He growled. Y/n could feel his boner pressing into her hip, his hands squeezed at her sides.

“Buggy..” Y/n whispered, biting her bottom lip, “Wait not in here—”

“I don’t care, I really don’t give a shit.” Buggy grumbled and looked around, trying to find a closet or something, “We haven’t fucked in a good week, I need this.” He huffed, then slapped Y/n’s ass and gave it a firm squeeze.

Y/n yelped and blushed at that action, pouting at Buggy before she pulled away and walked over to the large crate wagon that the crew just used to haul a bunch of props covered with a huge tarp, “Here, we can take some of this stuff off.” Y/n said, moving some of the props out and to the side. Buggy rushed to her side, throwing off some stuff as well; god he felt desperate.. I mean yeah he fucked Y/n like it was a hobby but he was literally throwing things so he could get some pussy.

After they had gotten most of the stuff off and made some room, Buggy picked Y/n up, making her squeak before he laid her down on her back, immediately getting on top of her and throwing that blanket over the both of them. “B-Buggy..” Y/n whispered, looking down and seeing Buggy’s rock hard boner press against her crotch.

Truth be told she wasn’t as pent up as Buggy was.. she had been so focused on making all of his shows perfect for him, sex wasn’t the first thing on her mind— but now that she was pinned down like this, she was starting to feel that same heat.

Buggy yanked her shorts down below her hips, sitting on his knees before grabbing her ankles and pulling her shorts and panties off completely and dropping them to the side. However, he took her panties and held them up to his nose, inhaling deeply and groaning, “Fuck that’s good..” he growled.

Y/n blushed, already sweating from the enclosed space, Buggy’s heat radiating off of his body. He tossed her panties on top of her shorts before unbuckling his belt and unzipping his pants. She watched him with eager eyes; she didn’t know why but she found it so attractive watching Buggy get his cock out, the way his forearms and muscles flexed with each movement, jerking his belt until it was open so he could get his throbbing, sensitive dick out.

He was already so sensitive from how much he had been jacking off.. the fabric of his boxers squeezing on his boner had nearly brought him to his knees as soon as he walked in here.

His hard cock bobbed upon being freed from his underwear, he groaned and jerked it a bit, making it leak a little pre. Y/n reached down between her legs to grasp at it, wrapping her hand around his length and rubbing it with him. “Yeah, that’s it baby..” he grunted, his abs already clenching at the feeling.

He hunched over her, one hand keeping his balance and the other held onto her hip as he started to guide his penis into her cunt, his tip swiped against her wet clit a few times before he slid in; eliciting moans and groans from the both of them. Y/n’s arms wrapped around Buggy’s neck, whimpering and mewling like a kitten just how he liked it, her pussy twitched around his cock, struggling to take him after so long without a good fucking.

Y/n squirmed, making Buggy squeeze her hip, “Take it.” He growled as he began to thrust; he was rough like always, but there was more force behind it this time, more desperation on his end. “B-Buggy..!” Y/n whimpered, trying to be as quiet as possible. Buggy was not trying to be as careful as she was, grunting and growling like a beast as he plowed into her like they haven’t fucked in decades. “Mmm..~ Buggy..~” Y/n moaned softly again, making Buggy’s cock throb inside of her, urging him to thrust even more; it felt so good.. hearing her say his name while he was going in, balls deep. Fuck.

The hand on her hip slid up to rest at the side of her neck, gently squeezing before he tilted his head and gave her a rough kiss, groaning into her mouth. His hips slammed against her crotch in a rough, rhythmic motion, growling and snarling, probably drooling all over the poor girl. He was a fucking mess.

Though the stubble scraping across her skin made her feel a little itchy, the burning sensation of pleasure from Buggy hitting her cervix easily overpowered the stubble itching. With the way Buggy was fucking into her she was not going to be able to walk properly for days, again.

Buggy’s groans and growls got louder and rougher, he moved his lips down to the nape of her neck and began attacking it savagely, sucking and licking at the skin, the sensation made Y/n let out a loud mewl, her legs wrapping around his torso as his movements sped up.

Both of his hands moved down to cup the sides of her ass, squeezing it as he continued ravaging her. Y/n gasped, her walls fluttering and twitching around him as she came, squirting lightly due to the sensation, “A-Ah~!!” She moaned.

“I’m close baby, I’m so fucking close.” Buggy grunted, squeezing her ass harder and slamming his hips into her even rougher, making her jolt and whine. It wasn’t long before he was spilling his seed into her, coating her walls with milky cum. They were both panting and moaning heavily. Buggy’s eyes were squeezed tightly shut, his muscles were twitching; this was what he needed.

He threw the tarp off the both of them, the cold air instantly hitting their warm, sweaty skins. Y/n was still panting hard, an arm folded over her torso as she leaned her head back. Buggy sat on his knees, still deep inside of her as his cum leaked out around his cock. He smirked and let out a breathy laugh, “You’re so fucking hot.” He panted as he rubbed Y/n’s side. “Yeah I feel fucking hot. Jeez.” Y/n groaned, sitting up on her elbows and looking down at Buggy’s cock still inside of her, that dark blue tuft of hair down below that trailed up, fading out slightly below his belly button.

Buggy pulled out, then moaned lightly as he watched his cum leak out of his girlfriend’s pussy. He lifted her thigh up slightly to spread her wider and get a better view. “Wait- stop, it’s gonna spill everywhere.” Y/n grumbled and attempted to close her legs, Buggy kept them spread wide though. “It’s fine I’ll clean it up, babe.” He whispered, watching her pussy leak until it was all out.

After getting cleaned up and putting all of the props back, Buggy watched as Y/n put her panties and shorts back on. He eyed her up, finding her body so god damn attractive.. he walked over to her once she was finished and put his hands on her waist, “Hey, you hungry? There’s a buffet down town in this area and I’ve been meaning to take you there.” He said, hands moving over her body, over her belly button then resting at her sides again.

Y/n smiled and looked up at him from behind, “Yeah, sure!”

#one piece #buggy one piece #one piece buggy #buggy the clown #buggy x reader #buggy the clown x reader #buggy headcanons #buggy imagines #one piece x reader #buggy x y/n #buggy x you #buggy smut #opla #opla buggy #one piece live action

[wingedflight]

It’s Invisobang time!! And I am so excited to share with you the Hamlet AU I have been working on all summer, illustrated by the amazing @pricklenettle!!

Something Rotten

Or: The Tragedy of the Prince of Ghosts, in Four Acts

Danny’s life has not been the same since his father died under mysterious circumstances. His sister has moved away to college, his coronation as Ghost King is rapidly approaching, and his nemesis has started dating his mom! On top of everything else, Jack’s ghost has begun showing up to demand retribution for his murder.

Now, Danny’s diving deep into the intrigues of his family and friends, while trying to keep up his nightly patrols as local hero Phantom and get a decent grade in English. But the deeper Danny digs, the more it becomes clear:

Something is rotten in Amity Park.

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Relationships: Danny & Valerie, Danny & Tucker & Sam, Maddie/Vlad

Tags: Hamlet AU, Ghost King AU, Ghost Prince Danny, Identity Reveal

Content Warnings: Character Death, Ectoplasmic Gore

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Excerpt:

Kwan is shivering by the time he makes it up onto the school roof. It is an achingly cold night, the wind sharp with the promise of snow. He hadn’t thought to wear anything warmer than his letterman’s jacket--certainly hadn’t bothered with hat or gloves--and already fiercely regrets this decision. But it is too late to turn back; according to his watch, it’s already five past midnight, and therefore five minutes past the time he’d agreed to meet.

As expected, the rooftop is empty aside from a single figure silhouetted against the night sky. As Kwan steps off the metal ladder, she cries out, “Who’s there?”

“Who’s there yourself,” retorts Kwan. “You been up here long, Star?”

“Not long,” she replies, though her voice is strained from the cold. “I think it’s going to snow tonight.”

Kwan rubs his hands together, trying to warm the palms. His entire body feels like it’s made of ice. “Have you seen anything yet?”

“Any snow?”

“Any ghosts.”

She laughs nervously. “Oh. No, the sky’s been clear. Not even any battles in the distance.”

“And no…?”

The wind gusts, sounding briefly like a eerie moan. Star jumps and glances nervously over her shoulder, but Kwan can’t see any ghosts behind her. He gives her a reassuring smile. She tugs at her woolen hat with a hint of embarrassment, pulling it lower over her ears. “Not yet. It’s barely hit midnight. We’ve got a while to wait, still.”

She gestures behind her, where a blanket has been laid out over the cement bricks. Kwan joins her, pulling from his backpack a collection of chocolate bars and snack-sized chip bags. He wishes again that he’d realized how cold the weather was going to be; he would have brought a thermos of hot chocolate to share. Yet, despite the chill and the moaning wind, the midnight picnic is pleasant enough that Kwan almost forgets the real reason they’ve come up to the roof in the first place.

That is, until a new voice addresses them from the edge of the roof: “Any of that chocolate for me?”

Star squeaks in alarm. Kwan nearly drops his chips. Then he gets a closer look at the newcomer: a woman in red armour poised atop a humming hoverboard. This is the Red Huntress, one of Amity Park’s ghost-hunter vigilantes.

“You got our message,” Kwan says with relief. Seeing as none of Amity Park’s heroes advertise their phone numbers (if they even have phones), he’d submitted the request to a couple of vigilante watch sites and crossed his fingers it would reach the right person. Apparently, his gambit paid off.

“‘Dear Huntress,’” recites the hero in question. “‘Please meet us at Casper High tonight to help us with a weird, ghostly problem.’ No names, no explanations, and no incentive. You’re really bad at this.”

Timidly, Star holds out one of the unwrapped chocolate bars. The Huntress ignores it. The wind gusts again, nearly a shriek this time, and the Huntress ignores that too.

“We do need your help,” Kwan says. “There’s a weird ghost or something that’s been hanging around up here lately. Star first saw it last week from her bedroom window.”

“Paulina says I’m imagining things,” adds Star, “but Kwan’s seen it, too.”

Slowly, the Huntress drifts closer. “Is it causing trouble?”

“I don’t think so,” says Star. “But it looks lost. And… and it looks like…”

Kwan interrupts. “I mean, we’ve been watching from a distance, so it might not be.”

“Might not be what?” asks the Huntress. When the others hesitate, she scoffs, “Don’t worry about it. I’m sure I’ll see soon enough.”

Kwan immediately feels more at ease, not having to actually say the most improbable bit of the whole situation. He’s been a little afraid the Huntress would decide the matter is not worth her attention. She’s a big-time vigilante, surely too important to waste her energy on non-threatening ghosts. Kwan hadn’t entirely expected her to even show up. But here she is, dropping into a crouch on her hoverboard to settle in for the wait.

“You saw it from your window?” she asks Star. “So from… uh, sorry, where is that?”

Star begins a gesture and then freezes, her eyes wide. That’s when Kwan realizes that, sometime during their conversation, the wind has died down.

The moaning has not.

A shiver crawls down Kwan’s back.

Something is floating at the edge of the school’s roof. Something like a green smudge in the air, if that smudge managed to take a human form while somehow still looking very inhuman. What exactly it is that looks wrong, Kwan can not quite identify--is the head too large, the limbs too long, the eyes too fever-bright? And yet, the being still has enough shape and form that it is easily, horribly, identifiable.

“Oh,” breaths the Huntress, her hoverboard sinking down to rest on the rooftop tiles. “I see.”

Kwan sighs in relief, and then shivers as the ghost’s next moan seems to mimic him. “You do? You see why we called you?”

“Yeah.” The Huntress rises from her crouch but her posture is no longer as confident as before. Her hands are clenched in fists but she rests all her weight on her back foot, her whole body screaming her bewilderment. “That’s Jack Fenton, alright.”

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#danny phantom #invisobang 2023 #invisobang #ghost king au #hamlet AU #my writing

[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 3

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

⇢ warning: descriptions of a panic attack

⇢ [AO3 link] ; [series masterlist] ; [previous] ; [next]

A cacophony of voices fight to be heard over the other, everyone shit talking around the game of Mario Kart that’s currently set up in our living room. The boys and I watch as the four players duke it out on the big screen, witnesses to a friendship-breaking competition.

Loud stomping abruptly interrupts the taunts, “Y/N! What the hell? Is that my fucking shirt that you’re wearing?” My brother violently hollers from his spot, standing halfway down the stairs to peer down at the rest of us.

“The one you’ve been looking for all morning? Yup.” I lazily drawl from my spot on the couch, obnoxiously popping the “p” in my reply. My head slightly shifts as Tweek attempts to neatly braid my hair, Butters gently coaching him from the side.

“You’re a fucking asshole, you know that? Made me waste a bunch of time looking for nothing.” Stan continues as he finishes his journey down the stairs.

“You act like you have better things to do, loser. No girlfriend, no job—nada. So I don’t see what the big deal is. Are you on your period or something?” An accidental sharp tug makes me wince, Tweek muttering apologies as he quickly kisses the top of my head in repentance for his mistake.

“Shut up! Quit stealing my shit!” He's standing off to the side of the couch now, eyebrows furrowed and arms crossed.

I glare at Stan and say around a mouthful of orange chicken at the top of my lungs. “Quit stealing my weed then!”

”God, you’re such a fucking pothead!” He shouts, fists clenching in anger.

”Says the alcoholic who starts his day with a shot!” It’s a low blow but all I can see is red.

“Bro, quit being a whiny bitch. You’re not dirt poor like Kinny. Just buy a new one.” Said blonde flashes Cartman his middle finger so he rolls his eyes and attempts to correct himself. “What? Fine, at least you weren’t born ginger and a Jew like Kahl. Talk about a double whammy, I’d honestly kill myself.”

”You don’t need a reason to kill yourself, Cartman. Make all of us happy for once and just do it. If you really need a reason, just think about how fat you are and how much wasted space you take up.”

”Aye!”

The match concludes with Jimmy coming out on top and the boys deciding to abandon the game entirely. They resume eating the Chinese takeout that’s laid out on the coffee table in front of them and half-heartedly listen to the sibling’s routine bickering.

“Take it off.” He scoffs at me, face heated with anger. Tolkien rolls his eyes so hard that I’m surprised a headache doesn’t occur.

“Huh?”

“C’mon, Y/N. You’re stupid, not deaf. Want me to ask mom to get you hearing aids? I said: take. It. Off.” Comes out of my brother’s gritted teeth, each word growing more impatient and strained.

“Big deal, Stan! There’s so many other fucking shirts in this house. Feel free to get one from my closet if you need one so bad.” I retort in exasperation, clenching the denim on Tweeks legs that lay on either side of my body in frustration.

“Ack!” The frenzied blond yelps from behind me and I let go, fiddling with the creases on his jeans instead.

“No! Didn’t you hear me, r-tard? It’s mine, I bought it. Now, take it off!” Kyle closes his eyes at the elder Marsh’s words, tired beyond his years.

“Able to throw some money away for a dumb shirt but you can’t even pay me back my hundred dollars.” The local space enthusiast mumbles to himself, a chorus of ‘shut up, Craig!’ resounds from the boys in Team Stan.

“Fine!” I smirk and get off from my perch on the couch, a sly yet very bold idea pops up into my head. The perfect little thing to piss my dear older brother off. If you want petty, I’ll give you petty.

I grab my shirt from the hem and start to slowly lift it off of my frame, quirking a smug eyebrow and taunting my brother with a smile when more skin starts to show.

“Woohoo!” Kenny hollers excitedly at me, his hands in the air.

“F-f-fuck! No! Quit it, will you?! Don’t fucking do that!” Stan pushes those in his way aside and the boys make it hard for him on purpose by sticking out their legs to trip him. My brother scrambles over to me, forcing my hands down.

“Aw. What’s wrong, Stanley? You’re starting to sound a lot like Jimmy, how cute. I thought you wanted your stupid shirt?” I jeer at him. It’s like what Bebe always says: boys never know what they want and that’s the problem with them. Amen, sister.

“Ewww, Marsh. No one wants to see your underdeveloped body.” Craig socks Cartman on the arm, hard and the larger teen squeals like a dying pig.

“Don’t listen to them, sexy! Keep on going!” Clyde joins in laughing, sliding off his jacket and twirling it over his head in support of the apparent stripping going on.

“You’re voluptuous! Curvaceous! I’m already down on my knees at the sight of you, sweet thang!” Clyde continues to exaggeratedly hype me up, comically imitating the sound of a barking dog afterwards.

“I don’t know how you guys can take her seriously when her hair’s only halfway done. Looks like a damn hippie.” Cartman mumbles, more focused on inhaling his food and rubbing his now sore arm.

“Pffft, b-buh-baby Marsh gone w-wild!” Kung pao chicken accompanies Jimmy’s words of encouragement and he grabs one of his arm crutches, twirling it above his head too. My hands are still at the hem of my shirt, lifted up slightly and exposing a sliver of skin, even when my brother lets go.

I turn my head and catch Craig’s eyes trailing down as he smirks at me, his eyebrows lifted up playfully. A glint in his deep blues as he nonchalantly says, “I wouldn’t mind.”

While I’d normally giggle in amusement at the normally stoic teen and the contribution towards further riling my brother up, my face immediately flushes red after my talk with the girls at the party. I’d say that butterflies are invading my stomach, struggling to break free but it honestly feels like a whole damn zoo down there.

Feeling the adrenaline rush from my brother’s anger, the boys egging me on, and Craig’s attention, my heart beats at record breaking speed and I can feel my cheeks shyly heat up. This development doesn’t go by unnoticed as Kenny stops his playful cheering and laughing, watching the interaction between us two with furrowed brows.

“Fuck off, Tucker. Actually, fuck both of you all the way to hell.” My brother grumbles, angrily throwing himself onto an unoccupied space on the couch with his arms crossed. “It’s the fucking principle of things.”

“Big word, Stanley. Is that your word of the day? Did you learn it from this week’s episode of Sesame Street?” I mock him with a pout in fake sympathy.

“Shut the fuck up before I kick your fucking teeth in!” My brother’s stupid face goes red with anger.

He pouts when Kyle holds him back and rolls his eyes, ever the voice of reason. “They were just joking, Stan.”

“Yeah, Stanley. I was just joking.” My eyes continue to follow Craig as he lifts a bite of food towards his handsome face, wooden chopsticks pressed against his still smirking plush lips.

“Craig.” My brother says sharply this time, straightening up his back to glare at the teen over Cartman’s bigass head. I’m slightly confused as to what’s happening but still loving the attention Craig is giving me.

“Relax, Marsh.” Craig chuckles with a challenging look in his eyes. Tension begins to grow in the room and I’m lost because the other guys would normally laugh at suave shit like that and instigate a fight.

I roll my eyes and figure that it’s just them being overly protective, going back to my spot in between the cute coffee addict’s legs so that he can finish his attempt at doing my hair. Butters has a small braid done in between tufts of silky blonde from when I demonstrated the process to Tweek. He rubs his knuckles together, nervous energy exuding from his body as I return next to him.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

The girls excitedly informed me of tryouts and the process, which involves practice with the already established team and the new potential recruits. A week and a half is given to learn a few cheers before the day they hold the official tryouts, which was today. It’s here where I finally meet Nichole Daniels, Tolkien’s girlfriend. It would’ve been nice if he brought her over from time to time but I can understand his vehement refusal of bringing her anywhere near a number of dumb boys. Trouble seems to follow the guys wherever they go.

As promised to the parentals, I attended and it’s not as bad as I thought it would be with the friends I’ve already made being here. I’ve never had problems with dancing as it comes easy to me so it’s nice to just hang out and bask in the feminine energy.

My parent’s request has continued to go under the radar as the boys have been busy with the football season starting. Their practice allows me to not have to think of an excuse for staying out late since they’re already busy, extracurricular activities taking up their time after school as they prepare for the season.

I shove the heavy front doors of the school open, the sun almost fully set as a gradient of red, yellow, and orange bathe me in their hues. The girls always remember to offer me a ride home from their parents but I always politely reject, my guilt not allowing any of them to go out of their way and use their gas on me.

My hands are shoved into my pockets, trying to accumulate as much heat as possible while I begin the journey home. Wisps of fleeting, misty clouds escape from my mouth after each puff of breath I let out and I watch them disappear. I bask in the rare moment of solitude and the quiet that comes with it.

I’m colder than I normally would be tonight because a freshman accidentally spilled her gatorade onto the duffel bag that I’ve been using for cheer. Not only were the sweats that I usually throw on over my shorts drenched in sticky sweetness, but the clothes I wore to school earlier were also an unlucky casualty to the liquid electrolytes.

I wonder if I’ll make the cheer team, I ponder to myself.

The rhythmic sound of my steps on the concrete sidewalk accompany me on my walk and I hum to myself until I hear sharp, rambunctious laughter. I’m startled as my head shoots up and see that across from me in the distance are a group of boisterous, older teens. Fear resounds within me when I faintly remember them terrorizing my brother and friends when they were in the fourth grade, them having been in the sixth at the time.

I pray in my head that they don’t notice me but my prayers go unanswered as they cross the street, now joining me on the same sidewalk. I know I can’t outrun them so I panic and impulsively decide to take a detour, turning right into an alleyway until I dreadfully notice that I can still hear them from behind. What was once just the sound of obnoxious laughter is now the noise of thundering footsteps following closely, beginning to get louder and louder.

My feet hastily pick up their pace and I can feel the tremors reverberate through my now sweating hands, anxiety filling me to the very core. My trembling makes the process of pulling out my phone agonizingly slow and I silently curse at my misfortune.

The white puffs of air that once brought me entertainment on my walk now serve as a reminder of the danger I’m in. Unlike before, they come out of my mouth in quick intervals and I clench my teeth to bid them away.

Out of nowhere, someone roughly yanks on my ponytail and they’re quick to cut off my yelp as a rough hand forces itself onto my mouth. The assailant painfully holds onto my other arm, both grips enforcing excruciating pain.

“Hey, I recognize you. You go to our school, always around those dumb boys.” One of the perpetrators in front of me sneers as he brings his face up to mine, his rancid breath invading my senses and making me feel even sicker than before.  

“Lucky, aren’t we? We got baby Marsh!” Their eyes lighten up in both delight and recognition. I can feel upcoming bile trying to force its way up my throat from hearing the term of endearment the boys call me used like this, the connotation eerie in this situation.

Trying to make a sound is futile as all my cries for help are muffled, my captor getting annoyed at my squirming and relocating his hold on my arm to my neck instead. He squeezes and I whimper in fear, my breathing becomes more desperate when my kicking and elbows do nothing to deter him.

“Why’re you crying? You’re just asking for it when you walk around in fucking shorts. We live in South Park. No one would dress that way outside in the snow if they weren’t a total slut.” They all degradingly mock me, laughter resounding throughout the cold air as foreign fingers begin to play along the edge of my shorts.

“Pffft, dumb bitch.” One of them slaps me just because they have the power to do so in my vulnerable state before squeezing both of my cheeks together with one hand, hard.

“Who wants to go first?” They all fight over the answer to the question and I clench my eyes shut in dread, the color draining from my face.

Before they can do anything, yelling can be heard and I’m dropped by my captor. I stumble to the dirty ground of the alleyway at the loss of my previous support. On the floor, I painfully dig my nails onto my thighs. My breath hitches and my chest tightens, my panicking intensifying despite finally being free.

Short breaths rake through my trembling body and my nails dig deeper. Crescent moons appear on soft skin, invoking blood. My head starts to feel a little light and I try my hardest to calm myself down but it’s to no avail, my attempts prove to be futile. My unoccupied hand trembles as they reach up to touch wet, stinging cheeks. I didn’t even notice that I‘ve begun to sob as every gasp for air racks my body.

“Holy shit.” Varying voices can be heard from around me but my mind barely registers their words as my head continues to feel even lighter than before.

Even though I’m unable to determine whether or not I’m safe, I don’t flinch when someone crouches next to me and hastily crushes me against their hard chest. I’m numb to my surroundings and everything feels distorted. It’s as if I’m underwater, drowning.

“Ack! She’s hyperventilating! Gyah!”

“No fucking shit captain obvious!”

“Shut the fuck up!” The chest I’m against rumbles and my brain finally registers it as the sound of Kenny’s voice. I muster up what little strength I have to look up and see my boys around me. My brother is directly crouched in front of me and from my peripherals, I can just barely see that it’s Kyle in the same position next to him, eyes wide in panic.

“Shit, shit, shit!”

“Fuck! What should we do?!” It’s Tolkien this time but I can’t look away from my brother. My eyes are begging him to do something, anything to make it stop. Oh how I wish twin telepathy were real.

“Breathe, baby. You need to breathe for me.” The world tilts around me as a soothing voice near my ear urges. A resounding gasp of air struggles to be inhaled but it’s too shaky and tears of frustration continue to fall. My breathing isn’t slowing and I just want this to be over.

“Someone needs to do something before her heart gives out!” Someone loudly kicks what sounds to be a trash can in anger, messily spilling its contents all over the floor and I flinch at the blow.

“Y/N, breathe.” Stan coaches me, taking my hand and placing it on his chest. His large hand encompasses my smaller one, exerting slight pressure until I can feel his heartbeat.

“Just focus on the sound of my voice and follow me. In, and out. In, and out. I’m here. You see me, right? You’re here with me at this very moment and you’re safe. You’re always safe with me. Big brothers always got you, yeah?”

I can’t do it anymore, I just can’t.

I’ve been trying and nothing is happening.

It won’t stop and I can’t fucking breathe.

I don’t want to disappoint everyone but I’m tired.

“Shh, shh. You can, love, you can. I know you can.” Kenny patiently encourages me as he gently brushes strands of my hair away from my sticky, tear-stained cheeks. Heavily disoriented, I didn’t seem to realize that I was verbalizing all of my thoughts.

“You know why? Because my girl is the absolute best—the best girl ever and everyone who's anybody knows that. She’s resilient and just so, so strong. As long as she tries her best, I’ll always be proud of her no matter what and nothing she can do will ever disappoint me. Literally, nothing. She could put a bullet through my head and I’d just pass away in euphoria because my last living memory is of a goddess with ethereal beauty.” Kenny continues and ever so slightly, a corner of my lip lifts up.

This is familiar. This is comforting. I know this. The playful flirting and cheesy, over the top exaggeration. His soothing voice helps guide me back down to Earth as I focus on the rising chest of my brother under my fingertips. This is familiar, too. It’s a sound I’ve always known, even before I was born. Whenever I’m feeling sad or scared, my big brother will always hug me to his chest, my ear pressed against the faint beating of his heart. The rhythmic sound let’s me know that I’m safe, I always am when he’s here. This sound is the other half of me.

“Good girl, you’re doing great. Really great. You always do great and I knew you would.” It’s the voice near my ear again and this time, I’m finally able to look away from my brother to see that the voice belongs to Craig. It appears he had a hand on my shoulder throughout the whole ordeal, his thumb rubbing comforting circles over my jacket.

I now notice that Butters has my other hand firmly in his, tears streaking down both his and Clyde’s faces. They all must have found me after practice and I’m thankful that I wasn’t too far from the school before everything went down.

When they ask me what I was doing out so late, in athletic shorts no less, I mumble an excuse about the girls inviting me to workout in the weight room back at school. They don’t know that it’s not just today that I’ve been trekking home alone at night and I don't want to correct their assumption when they sternly lecture me on how dangerous it is.

After taking me home and getting myself cleaned up, they decide on an impromptu movie night filled with blankets, pillows, and snacks. Last minute texts are sent to their parents, notifying them of an emergency sleepover. They place me in the middle, a cocoon of softness, warmth, and comfort. They let me choose all the movies for the rest of the night and the food we order for delivery.

Our faces are colored a pale green from the clay mask I put on everyone, those with longer hair having mini palm trees at the top of their head from being tied up away from their faces.

Self care, they told me.

This isn’t edible so don’t try to lick it off your face, I told Cartman.

I slowly look around and take in the bright light of the television reflecting off of their individual faces. Some people, like Tolkien and Kyle, are starting to nod off, fighting the last dredges of sleep for my sake. On the other end of the spectrum, Butters and Clyde jump at every loud sound that accompanies the suspenseful music, paranoia painting their faces white. Tweek catches my eye and gently feeds me a kernel of popcorn.

Surrounded by my boys, I smile knowing I’m safe whenever I’m with them.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

I’m sitting in front of my vanity, carefully applying some makeup to cover the faint bruising on my cheek, the process therapeutic. The occasional clicking of buttons could be heard, Craig lounging on my bed with a handheld gaming console in his hands. I softly mouth along to the words of the low music playing from my phone while faint laughter can be heard from downstairs.

I chance a glance up and catch Craig’s reflection from the corner of my eyes, but I don’t turn my head around as we make eye contact through the mirror. My lips unconsciously quirk up, fondness of the boy behind me fills my entire being from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. “Hmm? What’s up, Tucker?”

He doesn’t say anything, only a thoughtful look adorning his attractive features. Ever since the night the boys found me, I’ve been catching their lingering gazes on me from time to time. Eyes distant, as if they’re looking past me.

I settle both of my elbows onto the tabletop, my hands carefully framing both of my cheeks lest I smudge my hard work. My smile doesn’t falter, never when I’m with him, and I lightheartedly tease him, “What? Never seen a good looking Marsh before? I know you’re around my brother all the time but he's not that ugly.”

I’m successful in getting a reaction from him because I’m soon rewarded with a twinkle of mirth in his eyes, his expression softening, “Come here.”

His deep voice is firm, filling my room with its gentle demand and I blindly obey. With Craig, I’d do just about anything for him. He’s now seated upright and has positioned himself at the edge of my bed, legs open and his thumb tapping a beat onto his thigh.

When I’m close enough, the boy grabs both of my hands, interlocking our fingers together. He gives the intertwined digits a swift, reassuring squeeze before guiding me to him to close the short distance between us. I stand in between his legs and he elicits sudden goosebumps along my arms as he carefully drags his long fingers down the length of it, slowly before finding purchase at my hips.

I instinctively loop my arms around his neck, bringing us closer together and he gently squeezes in response. He murmurs so quietly, “Are you okay?”

I softly reply, my thumbs rubbing soothing circles onto the back of his neck, catching strands of smooth black hair. “You’re here, aren’t you?”

Our voices are hushed. There’s no need to be quiet but it feels like we’re in a bubble and at any disruption, no matter how slight, might pop it.

“Yeah… You know I’m always here for you, right?” I softly nod in response, a slight shift in this space of intimacy we’ve created.

“You know you have me, right?” Again, I nod as I hang onto his words.

“Because I’d do anything for you, Y/N. It doesn’t matter what it is—big or small. At the asscrack of dawn or in the middle of the night. I'd drop whatever I was doing if it meant getting to you when you need me.” His long fingers reach up to lightly smooth his thumb at the area where soft skin meets makeup.

“If you ever have any doubts or feel upset about anything, just talk to me, okay? And I promise that I’ll do whatever I can to erase those doubts and remind you of how much you mean to me. I don’t ever want you to feel alone or less of anything, not when you mean everything to me.” The ravenette continues as he moves his hand, this time tucking silky strands of hair away from my face and behind my ear.

I shyly giggle in bliss at his soft touch and even lighter voice. “Where is this coming from, Craig?”

He ignores my question, persistent to convey his message to me. “You do know that, right, Y/N?”

“Of course, I’ve never doubted it or thought otherwise.”

“Good.” The teen says, satiated before bringing us down onto the bed.

My hands lay themselves against his chest to keep myself upright and he caresses my head with both hands, angling my head down to give my forehead a soft kiss. His lips lingers before pulling away.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

It wasn’t hard for the girls to see the slight traces of lingering purple under my attempted camouflage. I tried to reassure them that it wasn’t anyone’s fault but mine, yet they persisted in trying to make up for it due to the guilt they all felt.

I had just finished applying my daily cover up and was adding the final touches to my hair, making sure that every single strand was in place. Satisfied, I turn the brightness of my computer screen back up until the reflection of myself on the glass disappears. I had time before I was due to head out so I loosely curled every lock cascading down my shoulders, braids adorning either side of my head. The girls wanted to take me out later in the day as an otherwise unnecessary apology and I hummed to myself in excitement.

“Wow, doll. Is this all for me?” I look up from the boss battle I was currently engaged in, pausing to identify the intruder that let out a low whistle.

Kenny leans off from his laidback position on my door frame and lazily walks up behind me, the end of his lips quirked up. He gives me an appreciative hum as he takes his time scanning my appearance, indulging his eyes on my figure. I patiently smile at his appreciation.

“Ah, scratch that. That was a stupid question, you’re beautiful every single day to anyone who lays their eyes on you. You don’t even need to try so I meant to say that this is a welcomed treat.” I turn around in my seat to face him, giggling at his words of praise. I greedily drink them in as I loop my arms around his waist.

“Beautiful?” I seek more of his validation, a deepening blush rising on my cheeks as I parrot back his compliment.

He takes a small section of my hair and gently guides his hand to his face, kissing the soft locks in his possession. He hums to me, “Beautiful, bewitching, alluring… You’re every synonym and every iteration of the word, babe. You define beautiful, you’re the very embodiment of it. That word was created because of you—if I were to look under the definition of it, your name would be there.”

My smile grows wider and my cheeks start to hurt from the action, resulted by the constant influx of euphoria that the blonde never fails to provide me. Whether from being drunk on the male’s compliments or shyness, the color red has made its permanent residence onto my cheeks.

He lets go of my hair and gently cups his large hands on either side of my face, angling it up towards his taller figure.

“Pretty.” He quietly utters to my skin, kissing my forehead.

“Gorgeous.” A kiss to my nose this time.

“Irresistible.” A kiss to my left cheek.

“Ravishing.” A firmer kiss to my right cheek with a playful growl, melodic laughter gets pulled out of me.

“Lovely.” He says much softer this time, watching me with gentle eyes. He keeps his devoted gaze onto my visage, his thumb lightly goes over my lips once. “Everything a guy could ever ask for in a person. Everything that I could ever want in life. If I could have one wish, it’d be you.”

My eyes flicker between bright azure orbs, the air between us charged. Before I can say anything, the sound of muffled yelling from my brother’s room startles us. I hastily look away embarrassed, the moment between us broken.

“Can I make you pretty, too?” I flash him a toothy grin and he playfully rolls his eyes, seeking refuge onto my bed. That’s all the answer I need before I push at his shoulders to guide his back down before I settle myself onto his lower stomach, giggling with an eyeshadow palette in one hand and a makeup brush in the other.

Washing flecks of glittery white over his eyelids, I bring my face closer to his and take the time to study the teen under me while his eyes are closed. His slender hands find purchase at my hips and I find myself mesmerized at the mini constellations that adorn his handsome face. Albeit not many, every freckle looks like a tiny star, accentuating the blonde’s mesmerizing features.

I lean in closer to get a better look as I carefully paint a streak of black, a steady hand making a line. I inspect my latest stroke when his hand gently grabs the wrist of the hand I have hovering over his face, the same one holding my eyeliner brush. His eyes slowly open as to not disturb my art, our faces close to one another. Kenny showcases his boyish smile, flashing me with deep dimples at the lack of space between us and my eyes inadvertently lower, seeking plush lips.

“Haven’t you noticed that yeah, the boys are overprotective over you. But when it comes to Kenny and Craig, it’s different?”

Fuck.

#south park #south park x reader #craig tucker x reader #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #south park fanfiction #kenny mccormick x reader #lalawrites

[talshiargirlfriend]

Forget it Again

Extended Scene from The Forgotten because they’re both such a mess here.

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“You are the ones to be envied.” Her words hang between them.

Trip leans his face against his shoulder where his hand covers hers.

“Thank you,” he says a little awkwardly. “…can I hug you?”

Her dark, expressive eyes meet his and she shifts wordlessly into place against his chest. He quickly wipes his eyes before wrapping his arms around her and resting his cheek on the top of her head.

They’re both filthy and wrung out, with a mountain of tasks ahead of them, but here for a moment it’s peaceful. With her body warm and soft against him it’s easy to forget everything else, including the fact that she doesn’t want him like he wants her.

Trip sniffles, noticing how nice her hair smells, and he grins a little to himself. She’ll never forgive him if he gets snot in her hair. He loosens his grip, preparing to let her go before she can stiffen and pull away on her own.

T’Pol doesn’t pull away, but she moves a little. He thinks she’s about to say something so he turns to look at her just as she stretches up to kiss his cheek and she catches him full on the mouth instead. He’s pretty sure they both stop breathing for a second.

Then she’s kissing him and it feels so good and so right to kiss her back. She’s clinging to him like he’s necessary for her survival, all fingers and lips and tongue and desperate hunger. It makes him ache in the sweetest way. God, he wants to pin her to the wall. She lets out the tiniest whimper that has him half hard already and he’s just about to suggest they take this to quarters when a traitorous thought asks and then what?

He pulls away. “What- what are we doing here, T’Pol?”

“I’m … comforting you,” she says in a shaky voice. And Trip could just about buy her misunderstanding his question except for the way her eyes dart away evasively. His heart has really been stomped on enough.

“So, what? You’re gonna seduce me? Gonna ‘fuck the sad out of me’?” He’s still pissed he overheard that little comment from a table full of Macos in the mess hall. He knows that’s not her fault, but it’s nice to have a target for his frustration.

T’Pol steps back, looking startled by his outburst, which is fair enough. He can count on one hand the number of times he’s said anything worse than “damn” in front of her and the only time he’d let fuck slip out was… well, during the act itself.

“You think it’d be comforting to have sex with someone I - I care about who doesn’t care about me? Yeah, real comforting. Jesus Christ,” he scoffs.

“I care about you,” she insists.

He knows she does, but, “not like I care about you.”

She looks so confused and hurt it tugs at him. He doesn’t want to break again, so he lets the anger carry him as he bites out, “I don’t need a pity fuck, T’Pol.”

Now she looks angry. Good.

“I do not pity you. I was acting out of empathy and…”

“And what?” Trip demands.

She looks at the ground and whispers, “ I don’t know.”

“And … friendship?” he suggests.

She nods.

“And…?”

Her eyes are wide and her arms are crossed tightly across her chest. She looks as distraught as he’s ever seen her. “I don’t know,” she says tightly.

“You don’t know or you don’t want to admit it?” he asks more gently.

T’Pol is breathing in a controlled pattern he recognizes from neuropressure. He sighs. No more kicking things tonight, Tucker.

“Look, I’m sorry I yelled at you. I appreciate you coming to check on me. I just… I can’t…”

“Let me know if you figure it out, ok? I’m gonna go write this letter to Taylor’s parents. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

He touches her hand gently as he walks away and she flinches. As he walks down the debris-strewn corridor he can feel her gaze on his back.

#trip x t'pol #fanfic #my fic #tnt #sorry we’ve got some angst here

[auroralightsthesky]

Mary! my darling! i have a little soft Calvin thought with wifey & baby Ellen that i hope you don’t mind me sharing with you 🥰

okay so all i’m thinking about is Cal & wifey taking Ellen to the library for the first time :,) i work at one so that’s what sparked this thought hehe !! El had technically gone to one when she was a baby, but this is the first time that she’s gone & can actually remember it.

i just picture El racing over to the little toys that are put out when you first get there. wifey takes to trying to find some books for her, while she’s got Calvin wrapped around her little finger. she makes him dress up in these little play outfits🤣 there’s a firefighter helmet & coat that she tries to get him to wear, but it won’t fit cause it’s for a small child! he wears the helmet & she wears a little tiara on her head :,) they act out some little scenarios & Calvin gets all into it. he plays the part of a firefighter, ready to spring into action! he saves Ellen from a pretend castle fire (since she’s the princess of course hehe) & brings her to safety like a true hero would! you can’t help but look over & chuckle at the pair of them.

next, they play with some puzzles! there’s an assortment of them, from animals to planets to sea creatures! El is very intelligent & can solve them super quickly! it’s like a little switch in her brain goes off & she can connect the pieces in a flash without even thinking too hard about it! Calvin is the same way too! that’s where she gets it from! next she takes to playing with the old fashioned doll house. Cal does all these silly little voices for each one of the miniature doll figurines & El lets out a fit of giggles. he loves that he can share these moments with his baby girl & he loves to see her so excited of a place she hasn’t explored before!

next El drags Cal into another room where there are these big rainbow colored blocks she can stack up & knock down as she pleases! Ellen & Calvin make a fort, hiding inside it & calling for you from your place in the picture book section. you come into the room expecting to see them, but you are met with a tall block structure instead. you make a joke out of it playfully questioning,

“hmm i wonder where daddy & El could be hiding?”

you walk around the room “looking” for them & within a few seconds, you hear a little voice from none other than Ellen shout,

“boo!” followed by even more giggles! you jump in your place, pretending to be shocked. Cal is there too of course & you’re surprised he could even fit in such a small space within the fort. but he did it somehow & managed to shoot you a playful smile from his crouched position. El continued to play with the both of you & eventually tuckered herself out.

as a way to end the little library visit, you & Cal each read her a story, both putting on voices & getting into the words/pictures on the page. it finished with El falling soundly asleep in your arms & a day well spent :,) going to the library became a weekly thing for you, Calvin, & baby El🥰

Mary! i know this wasn’t super long or anything, but it was on my mind & i just knew i had to send it in! i hope you enjoyed it :) gonna go read what you put in my box & get back to you soon💗💕

Meggy!!!!! You have no idea how much this has brightened my day!!!! I absolutely love it!!!!

Oh my God you know Calvin is absolutely wrapped around her tiny lil fingers!!! Of course he'd totally be immersed in all of that with Baby Ellen, especially playing the firefighter saves the princess game! My God Meggy I'm absolutely swooning over that thought!!!

Oh no doubt that Ellen's just as smart as her Mommy and Daddy, like she can probably figure out some of these puzzles in a snap, but I feel like she would really love the animals, especially the sea creatures. I also kinda feel like Ellen would love telling her Daddy a story to go with the puzzle. Oooh the old fashioned dollhouse! I used to have my grandma's old dollhouse that her Aunt Mary gave her when she was growing up and my God I miss it so much!!! But getting to see Ellen play with something like along with the little doll figures that go with it is making me all giddy!! Maybe they're these old fashioned little clothespin dolls in the little Victorian dresses too? I dunno (lol).

The fort though!!! You know that Cal and Ellen are that father-daughter duo who love playing pranks on Momma (lol). The way Calvin works out, I wouldn't be surprised in the least that he can fit into some pretty weird places (lol).

Oh but reading to her is just uuugh!! I can totally see Calvin sitting in one of those old fireside wingback chairs in the children's section with Ellen snuggled in his lap and he's reading Harold And The Purple Crayon, Robin Hood, Black Beauty, maybe even Grimm's Fairy Tales (not the best for small children but they're still good, lol). He loves reading Dr. Doolittle to her because Ellen loves the characters who can talk to animals. Ellen's favorite though? It's probably a toss-up between Peter Pan and The Hobbit although she does love Treasure Island too (Rhett's boys absolutely LOVE Treasure Island but that's a story for another day, lol). She loves when you and Calvin do the voices indefinitely, but when Daddy does his impression of Long John Silver? She is in a FIT OF GIGGLES!!! (lol).

I can definitely picture you guys carrying her home after she's all tuckered out, poor kiddo. Maybe it's around dinner time and as soon as you guys are coming up the porch steps, Six-Thirty's the first one to greet you two because he wants to try and wake Ellen up for dinner (lol).

Meggy thank you so, so much for this. I've been feeling a little blue lately with the back-to-work dread hitting full force but this just made it a million times brighter and you bet your stones I'm gonna be writing a fic of this (lol). You are the absolute best Meggy!!!!

#calvin evans #calvin evans x reader #calvin evans thoughts/thots #lessons in chemistry

[banamine-bananime]

the forum werewolf game ever. of all time: day two

Start reading here!

Lopez immediately starts pissing off Simmons, apparently for shiggles. 

Simmons:

Tucker is pointing at Wyoming and screaming GUYS THIS GUY IS AN ALIEN. OR LIKE. HE’S AT LEAST JUST VERY OBVIOUSLY A BAD GUY? WE NEED TO KILL HIM.

Wyoming responds with essentially “Hmmm, Tucker, why do you keep talking about aliens? Is this some sort of distraction, perhaps? Rather suspicious behaviour…” and several other people are like yeah Tucker that is pretty weird. Why are you talking about aliens.

Tucker: WHAT DO YOU MEAN WHY AM I TALKING ABOUT ALIENS. THE ALIENS ARE RIGHT THERE IN THE WRITEUP. WHAT THE FUCK?? WHY ARE YOU ALL PRETENDING NOT TO SEE THE ALIENS.

Other mod getting in his daily bonus fanfic:

Players react, some with gifs because they understand the assignment:

Lopez is beefing with anyone and almost everyone while grumbling about no one listening to him or understanding his sarcasm or logic and feeling sorry for himself.

Things slowly start to take a turn towards intrateam violence over in Blue Team. While Church is like (heavily paraphrased) “yeah Tucker, that Wyoming guy is definitely an alien, or at least working with them” and Vic and Church are pointing at each other like “Yeah! this guy gets it!”, Caboose does not understand why Church and stupid Tucker are being mean to Wyoming and does not like all this buddy-buddying with Church - this is NOT how his best friend is supposed to be acting 🫤🤨. Caboose:

Church:

(OH BOY. DOES NOT YET KNOW JUST HOW MUCH SHE SHOULD DISLIKE IT.)

I show up after a busy irl day of completely slanking from all mod duties just to note that other mod did them:

Tex is being quite taciturn but analyzing steadily and efficiently. Big “staking out her suspects patiently and stalking her target silently” vibes tbh.

Simmons also calls the Tucker-Church-Vic contingent suspicious, but also agrees with them Wyoming is suspicious, so this comes across as a “you’re right but fuck you anyways, blues” kind of situation. Also calls out Lopez for “keeps randomly saying my name for no reason” (sic) (lmfao. Simmons: “I DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE SAYING ABOUT ME, LOPEZ, BUT I KEEP HEARING MY NAME AND I DON’T LIKE IT.”)

Wyoming reacts to all this suspicion being hurled at him, privately in wolfchat:

Tex is like Ya’ll keep saying Church is acting weird. That’s just Church. He’s always a freak:

Church:

Simmons voice (re: Church): “she keeps going against all logic!!”

Simmons and Church continue sniping at each other in circles ad infinitum like (heavily paraphrased) "Simmons if you think Wyoming is one of the aliens then WHY THE FUCK are you voting for me?!?" vs "I literally physically cannot vote for Wyoming, jackass, do you understand that??" vs "YES OBVIOUSLY BUT WE’RE ALSO OBVIOUSLY NOT WORKING TOGETHER YOU CAN’T THINK WE’RE BOTH ALIENS WHAT DO I HAVE TO SAY TO EXPLAIN THIS TO YOU SIMPLY ENOUGH THAT YOU CAN UNDERSTAND IT???"

meanwhile, simmons being a hater in his role PM: "Night 1.1: Block [Church's player]". Mod: "You have retroactively blocked [Church's player] during a secret night no one knew was happening and no one did anything. Congrats, you ****ed up the timestream. Was it worth it?" Simmons: "Maybe???"

Grif comes to Simmons’s defense but mostly just because he wants to argue with Church:

Tex stands calmly in the blazing argument between villagers, completely ignoring it to instead call out a flying-under-everyone-else’s-radar wolf for being quiet:

Church ignores this because he’s in the middle of an argument with Simmons dammit:

Grif: “I'm just really thrown by how little sense [Church] is making this game”

Simmons calls Church “illogical and hysterical”

Tucker ignores this argument to get back to work on killing Wyoming

Simmons and Church continue verbally beating the shit out of each other going around and around in the same circles. Other people increasingly ignore them to agree that hey, Vic’s acting pretty weird, huh?

Caboose and Church get into a fight over Church wanting to vote Wyoming and Caboose wanting to vote Vic. Church:

Things spiral rapidly to them pointing at each other like “HAH alien!! You thought you could pretend to be [Church/Caboose] and fool me???”

(LMFAO O’Malley standing in the background like muhahaha yesss bloody infighting)

Caboose and Church deeply heartbroken that direct teamkills via voting aren’t enabled

(Will they find a way to teamkill city despite the odds against them?? Stay tuned!)

Doc’s diagnosis: “Caboose could be an alien? Or maybe Church? Or maybe neither? Sorry, my scanner’s not the clearest. They’re definitely not both aliens though :) !”

Tucker is coming around to agreeing Church has definitely been replaced by an alien, Church is not happy about it, and they’re getting into a sarcastic tiff over it:

Wyoming privately thinks the sim trooper infighting is hilarious and tries a bit of reverse psychology warfare on Caboose. Caboose is concerned that innocent Wyoming is falling in with a bad crowd:

Caboose promises to start eating hats if he’s wrong on this (he is):

Church is too angry for this to be enough he needs people dying if he gets misvoted:

Tied with Vic, Doc (there had been very little conversation on Doc idek why people are voting there. Poor Doc. Feels very IC to have people tryna throw him out for no reason), and Lopez to be voted off, Church starts getting… uh… weird in strategies to make people vote elsewhere. I think Church’s player didn’t even know why she was saying these things she just blacked out and Church’s angry spirit started screaming through her, seance-style. She’s vagueing about important role powers that will prove her village as soon as she claims them and also that will make everyone sooooo sorry if they vote her, just you wait and see!!!11!11

Several people LOL at this and tell her to put her money where her mouth is. Tucker’s player thinks the whole situation is p hilarious and compares this to how Church’s player is known for just, doing braggadocious shit that gets her caught as the imposter in Amongus with the confidence of someone that knows they’re not the imposter (I love her so much).

Church continues his Righteous Crusade against Simmons and Wyoming as if he has any sway and half the thread isn’t coming for his head. And also, uh, vagues having powers to “strong arm” the vote????

Literally I cannot begin to explain why she said that. Lying about having a very unusual role that would be a fairly wolf-skewed one (more beneficial for wolves than villagers so more likely to be assigned to a wolf) seems suboptimal for proving you’re village. I think she was just that full of rage and panic that she made up a thing to “blow up the whole goddamn world” with. God bless.

Church: Hey Sheila, remember the last time you FUCKING KILLED ME FOR NO REASON?

Sheila: Church, please, that was a long time ago. Let’s not hold grudges :)

Church: Was it a long time ago??? WAS IT, SHEILA?????

Coincidentally, the picture we had chosen for the day two vote tally posts:

Next: day 2 close

#red wwersus blue

[rubykgrant]

“I’m gonna try one more time...”

“Oh, why bother? He’s just gonna dig in his heels even deeper,”

“Yeah but... he’s really missing out,”

“He’s OLD. I know he keeps saying he’s 29, but he’s probably like, 200 or something. He might even be some kind of near-immortal cryptid that feeds on misery, I don’t know. But my point is- he’s been around for a while, he’s seen and done a lot. He’s not missing out on anything,”

“Come on, he hasn’t been on Earth since he was a kid. I don’t think he even remembers most of what it’s like here... and he never got to really DO a lot of things before he joined the Red Army. He’s missed out on almost EVERYTHING,”

“Fine, go ahead, waste your time. Just don’t act surprised if he literally tries to bury himself underground. AGAIN,”

The muffled voices carry through his door, which he has barricaded with two dressers, a small table, and a chair. They think he can’t hear them, but he can. PLOTTING AGAINST HIM. Well, it doesn’t matter; whatever they’re going to try next, it won’t work. He refuses to leave his room.

It was a shame he hadn’t gathered enough dirt from the potted plants outside to cover his floor and properly re-create the canyon he so dearly missed... Donut, the TRAITOR, had put a stop to that, and taken all the red light bulbs he had collected, seeming to think he was going to use the dirt and lights for “growing Mary Jane indoors”.

He had hoped at least Lopez would remain loyal, but the robot had removed all of his military rations from under his bed, in an attempt to force him into going into the kitchen for meals. Then the bribery had began...

Carolina and Wash offered to bring him along on their morning jogs, promising that it would feel good to have a work-out routine to replace the familiar training drills of the army. Tucker and Caboose tried to lure him out with invitations to see a movie (“It can even be a stupid war movie” Tucker had told him). The Blue-Grif who once wore yellow armor but saw the world in 50 shades of gray almost got him with the promise of alcohol... evidently, there was a bar somewhere nearby that had “rainbow themed drinks”, with a variety of special red ones (she couldn’t tell the difference by looking, but assured him they all tasted good). Doc babbled about trying some yoga or this weird tea that smelled bad. He hadn’t budged.

Grif had attempted to trick him with reverse psychology and good old-fashioned insults. This might have worked in a different situation, but his resolve would not be broken. Simmons simply resorted to begging.

“Sir? PLEASE come out,” the voice, a little louder and closer, spoke through his door. “We’re having a little Red Team cook-out on the roof. We got some drinks, and some food... but there’s also something I REALLY want you to see,”

“... what?” he asked, trying to sound as disinterested and grumpy as possible.

“You have to come out! I promise, it’s amazing, and it really will be worth seeing. I’ve been trying to get you to come look every night this week, but you keep missing it. I don’t want you to miss it again,”

He made a loud grumbling noise.

“If it happens every night, it ain’t that special, now is it?”

“It absolutely IS, though!” Simmons insisted.

“What? What could possibly be so fantasmagorical?”

“Just- just come up and see!”

“Just TELL me what it is!”

“I don’t want to ruin the surprise!”

“THEN I DON’T GIVE A DAMN!”

“Oh...” came the soft and sad reply. “Alright. I’ll leave you alone, then. Good night, sir...” as Simmons walked away, he told Grif it hadn’t worked, and the rest of them should just head up to the roof of the apartment. Grif made some I-told-you-so noises, and then they were gone.

Sarge was very proud of himself for standing his ground.

For about a minute.

Then he started replaying the conversation in his head; Simmons had sounded like a dejected little kid who was trying to get their parent to come watch a cool trick... and he had ignored it.

Damn it. DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN! Why was this bothering him? There was no way in hell anything out there was worth all this stress! Well, that created a whole other problem in his mind; if this stress was pointless, maybe he should just GO. Just go and see whatever nonsense was happening out there.

So he wasn’t in the military anymore, and wasn’t anybody’s commanding officer. Simmons still looked up to him, and in their own weird little ways, a few of the others still treated him with a certain amount of respect (not Grif, but what else was new). He definitely wasn’t... depressed and without purpose again. He also was NOT afraid of anything.

It was just too BLUE out there, especially the sky. That was all. Nothing else (certainly not the fact that he felt entirely too open and weak without his armor, or that the Earth he had left behind seemed to have changed beyond recognition, or that he was worried he couldn’t find a way to exist without chasing after some antagonist).

He paced his room. Like a tiger in a cage. Yes, in his effort to fortify his quarters, her had accidentally boxed himself in. That was just poor planning. Bad strategy. If he was ever going to find out who he is without the armor, he would have to actually DO something. Like go out there and face whatever was waiting. He definitely could let Grif think he was actually AFRAID.

So, he shoved the furniture out of the way, and opened his door.

Sarge walked down the hallway, through the kitchen, and across the living room. Most of the curtains were drawn, but in the far corner, he saw the sliding glass door was uncovered and unlocked. He went toward it, and began walking up the steps that lead up the side of the building to the roof. It was the evening, and this side was in shadow. He took one step after the other, until he reached the corner that opened to the broad space of the rooftop...

Sarge had to raise up one hand and shield his eyes; the sunset was dazzling. In his room, Sarge had decorated every surface with something RED, and he liked it just fine... but this? The colors were so VIBRANT. The entire sky had turned into a glorious tapestry, full of every shade of red he could imagine. That wasn’t all, though... it was blended with deep purples and soft pinks. Some of the colors looked like the gentle blush of a peach beginning to ripen. Some of the colors blazed, as if courage itself could be painted on the air.

 Dear God, how could he have forgotten sunsets?

“Hey, Sarge! Glad you could join us!” Donut’s delighted voice called out. Now Sarge blinked, and glanced to his right; his boys were over there, across the roof, sitting on some lawn chairs.

Grif was already kicked-back comfortably, arms folded behind his head. Lopez was sitting on the stone edge of the roof, designed to look like a parapet on a castle. He was leaning over a little metal table, evidently setting up some playing cards for himself and Donut to play War. Donut was sitting criss-crossed on his chair, turned slightly to wave Sarge over. Simmons was nearby Grif, and when he saw Sarge, he perked up and smiled.

Sarge could see they had a tiny grill and an ice-chest as well. It really was a Red Team cook-out.

“I figured if I didn’t show, y’all would just be too disappointed to enjoy yer’selves. I din’t want t’spoil the fun,” Sarge explained as he walked over. One of the cushioned lawn chairs was empty, so he sat himself down. “So... this is what you wanted me to see?”

Simmons nodded.

“Well, you were right Simmons. This really is worth seeing. I’m glad I didn’t miss it,”

Simmons made some squeaky little noise of glee, and Grif reached out to pat him on the shoulder; well done, you got the old man to join the fun.

The rest of the evening passed with five of them playing cards, talking about this that and the other thing, and Sarge taking over the grill (“None of you know what you’re doing! Good thing I’m here, ‘ya need me!”). By the time the sun was gone and the stars came out, everybody who could eat was pleasantly full. They remained on the roof for several hours, and Sarge wound up humming a little tune... and old song he barely remembered from long ago. Surprisingly, Grif picked it up first and hummed along. Followed by Lopez, Simmons, and then Donut. Soon they were singing, and everybody was just buzzed enough not to notice when Lopez switched from Spanish to English.

When they finally decided to head back inside, Sarge realized he hadn’t been the only one missing out; his boys had all missed him. The Blues, and the in-between-folks seemed to have missed him as well. Perhaps the best way to figure himself out was to start putting himself in new situations, thus allowing for more experiences. Who was Sarge when he wasn’t fighting in a war? Tonight, he had seen a little glimpse of that. He had seen that sunset... something that filled the sky, and looked different every night. You had to keep living and keep looking to see those changes, moment to moment. Even with his eyes shut, Sarge had FELT the warmth from the sun fade, and the cool darkness swell up around him. Like the tide of the ocean rolling in.

He needed to start seeing life on Earth like an exciting adventure and a daring challenge; Sarge was never one to back down from a challenge.

#red vs blue #rvb fic #sarge #rvb #illustration #sunset #scenery

[mysticpuma]

DannyMay Day 2: No One Knows AU - “What Happened to Danny?”

Category: General

Rating: Teens and Up

Summary:  Danny has been distant for a while, and Sam, Tucker and Jazz just want to figure out what happened.

Warnings: Vague references to physical/sexual abuse, though not depicted and only as a character’s panicked tangent as explanation for Danny’s weird behaviour.

AO3

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“This is getting ridiculous…” Sam grumbled, stabbing a sad, wilted lettuce leaf with her fork with enough aggression to make the poor thing practically disintegrate. “What the hell did we do to make him act like this? He’s been avoiding us for nearly a month.”

Tucker let out a sigh, pushing his slop-that-was-supposedly-meat around on the plastic tray with a weak grip on his own fork. The school cafeteria food had never been especially pleasant to eat, but that wasn’t what was stopping him now. It was the reminder that his best friend hadn’t sat with them in so long. They didn’t know where he went at lunch; they’d tried the outdoor picnic area, the classrooms, they’d even checked the janitor’s closet a couple of times. But no sign of Danny. It was as if he vanished into thin air at the end of any class they shared together, and all their attempts to find him or catch him to just talk to him, to ask him what happened and why he refused to be anywhere near them, ended the same. “I dunno, Sam. No argument I’ve ever had with Danny has gone like this. He’s not good at hiding how he feels, you know? Neither of us are.”

The goth looked to her geeky friend with a frown on her face, but her eyes were cold and sad. “Maybe that’s why he’s avoiding us? So he can’t give it away?”

“Give away what though? We’ve never kept things from each other.” They were supposed to be best friends, joined at the hip, sharing everything. But overnight that connection had vanished. Danny was never online anymore, didn’t reply to his texts, didn’t even look at him if he did spot him for a split second in the hallways. “I feel like somehow I must’ve upset him, for him to not tell me what’s going on.”

“Except he’s avoiding me too.” Sam groused. Sometimes it was hard not to see herself as a third wheel to Danny and Tucker, but when the two boys had argued in the past, she’d been the mediator, the bridge between them, knitting the two together again with a well placed scolding or hug, depending on the situation. But right now, Danny was avoiding her too. Even when she’d been alone in school a few weeks ago because Tucker had been ill, Danny hadn’t appeared. She’d expected him to sidle up to her as if nothing was wrong and to go through their usual game of her slowly trying to needle out of him what had gone on, until she could figure out which one of them had been the most bone-headed, knock some sense into them and go back to normal.

But it hadn’t happened. Danny had still hurried away from class, he’d still turned a corner when he caught her staring out of the corner of his eye, and he’d still seemed to vanish off the face of the earth when she tried to look for him.

“Yeah, I know. Sorry.” Tucker mumbled. Sam shook her head, her shoulders sagging.

“You don’t need to apologise, Tucker.” She knew this was hitting him even harder than her. If the silent treatment was making Sam’s heart feel like it was in a vice grip, it was probably putting Tucker’s in a hydraulic press.

Silence washed over them like a tidal wave, turning the murmurs and shouts of the cafeteria into radio static as the two each stared down at their food as though it might coalesce into an answer, a sign, an indication that they hadn’t entirely lost their friend.

“Um… Sam? Tucker?” They both snapped to attention at the voice. The red-headed older Fenton flinched back slightly as their heads turned to her in perfect unison, but she held her nerve. “Danny’s been weird with you both too… right?” The friends exchanged an unreadable look, then turned to Jazz once more and nodded mutely, simultaneously. Slender fingers gripped the edges of the plastic tray to a point that her knuckles turned white. “And neither of you can figure out what’s going on either?” A swift, synchronized shake of their heads. Jazz’s shoulders lowered a little. “Sorry for disturbing you…” She looked down at the food on her tray, her stomach doing a little flip at the slop that practically matched the plastic in hue. As she turned to leave, a hand suddenly closed around her arm. Though the grip was undeniably strong, it wasn’t enough that she couldn’t break out if she was set on leaving. She looked to the owner of the hand; Sam.

“He’s been avoiding you too?” She asked, softly. Jazz nodded, and Sam’s grip loosened as she bit her lip. “Did anything happen at home? With your parents?” She patted the bench beside her.

“Not that I know of…” Jazz murmured as she took a seat. “I don’t think they’ve argued at all. And our parents are always a bit…” She trailed off, unable to find a word in her vast vocabulary that could possibly encompass everything wrong with their parents. They were overbearing, but neglectful; painfully enthusiastic about anything ghostly, but completely uninterested in their children; the smartest people Jazz knew, and also the stupidest people on the planet. They weren’t definable in easy terms, in any terms. “The only thing that’s changed around the house is that weird ‘portal’.” She practically spat the word; her parents had spent years on that thing, left her to suddenly become surrogate parent to her little brother because they were too busy with a portal to some other dimension to pay attention to what was going on in this one. 

Jazz still wasn’t even sure what to make of that stupid thing. Sure, it glowed and swirled and looked like every description of a mystical portal she’d ever read. It was unfathomable, beautiful and hideous all at once, and it made no sense. But she wasn’t entirely convinced it wasn’t all smoke and mirrors, weird lighting and weirder technology. She hadn’t seen a single ghost in the month since it had supposedly ‘opened’.

She paused, her brows knitting together in thought. “The portal…” She breathed. How long had Danny been off with her? With his friends? “When did Danny start… avoiding you two?”

“Uh… about a month ago, give or take.” Tucker offered, when Sam could do nothing but raise an eyebrow.

A month. The portal had ‘opened’ a month ago. Was that when Danny had started acting weirdly? It was hard to tell, concretely. It wasn’t as if she spent every waking moment paying attention to him like she’d had to before. He was a teenager now, fully capable of looking after himself, and he’d insisted as much to her over and over and over, with varying degrees of frustration or worry to his face and voice each time. Eventually, she had accepted that she could return to a vaguely teenage life herself, though she still tried to make sure she was available for Danny when he needed someone; because their parents sure as hell weren’t going to be. Had she really missed such a glaring correlation? Had his behaviour shifted when the portal opened? And if it had… why?

“Jazz…?” The red-head snapped her gaze up to meet two sets of confused and concerned eyes.

“Sorry. I was just thinking… It’s possible that he started acting off when my parents finally got the portal open.” Her voice hitched over the word still, like a pot-hole in the road. 

“Then… he’s upset with them?”

“Maybe, but he’s avoided them before, when they’ve done particularly stupid stuff, and he’s still been able to talk to me when that happens. This just doesn’t match his regular pattern.” 

Tucker pointed his fork at her. “That’s what I’ve been saying! He doesn’t avoid everyone like this.”

Sam let out a long, drawn-out, sigh. “So what’s making him angry at all of us?”

“I’m not sure angry is the right description, to be perfectly honest.” Jazz slipped into her ‘therapist’ tone, the tone she used with Spike, when she was trying to analyze an emotional response without drawing herself into it. “His behaviour leans more towards nerves. Fear, perhaps.”

“He’s… scared of us?” Sam asked, disbelief colouring her words. “Why would he be scared of us?”

“You can be pretty scary when you’re angry, Sam.” Tucker tried for a cheeky grin, but the curl of his lips was wrong, and he just looked like he was in pain. 

Sam turned an icy glare on him. “Not the time, Tucker.”

The boy lowered his head. “Sorry…”

“I don’t think he’s scared of us, per say.” Jazz puzzled. “Perhaps he’s scared of our reactions to whatever’s going on?”

Sam and Tucker exchanged a glance. “That doesn’t make sense.” Sam said. “Danny knows he can tell us anything. We’ve proved that before.” She was including Jazz in that assessment, and she could tell, because she knew what Sam was talking about. 

She remembered the day that Danny had told her he was a boy clearly in her mind, the fear in his eyes, the shake in his little hands… And she remembered hugging him and telling him she was proud of him for telling her, that she loved him no matter what. That he was her little brother and she would always be there for him as his big sister. She remembered him coming home from school the next day with a watery, but bright, smile on his face and telling her that his friends had listened just like she had. She remembered all three of them standing with him in solidarity as he’d told their parents about it too. 

Danny should know they’d all be there for him. But did he? Just because it was obvious to them, didn’t mean that it would be to Danny.

Jazz let out an exasperated puff of air. What could make him so afraid of telling them? She clenched her hand into a fist as words from her textbooks crawled across her vision, and shook her head as she tried to swallow the lump threatening to form in her throat. No, he’d tell me if someone had… hurt him. She’d always made sure to impress on him the urgency of that. That if anyone touched him, he was to tell her. Because then she could help. And he’d nodded and promised. Surely he wouldn’t…

People don’t do logical things when they’ve been hurt. Jazz’s mind reminded her, and her stomach began to fill with lead. “What if… something bad happened? What if it’s nothing to do with the portal, and just happened around the same time?” She whispered, her voice barely more than a breath on the wind, afraid that if she spoke it, it might manifest in material reality.

Sam and Tucker both went rigid in their seats. “No… it couldn’t… no… He’d… he’d tell us, right?” Sam’s voice was faltering, her voice thick with emotion as tears welled in her eyes. “He’d at least tell you… Or… or Tucker…”

“Would he, though?” Tucker mumbled. “I dunno if I could, if… if that happened.”

Without warning, Jazz bolted from the table, her bag and lunch left behind as she hurried from the cafeteria. Burning bile built up in her throat, tears stung in her eyes, the world fading away into a blurry facsimile of itself. Somehow, she managed to navigate to the toilets just in time to fling herself over a basin and expel the thin contents of her stomach. It was mostly bile, acidic and watery, forcing its way out of her as she wretched. Tears spilled down her cheeks and feel into the bowl, vanishing into the acrid liquid. 

She vaguely felt someone pull her hair out of the way as she wretched. She couldn’t think, see, hear… nothing felt real. Could she really have been so blind that something that horrific had happened to her baby brother and she hadn’t noticed? What sort of sister am I?

The bell rang somewhere in the fog, but she was still trapped over the basin, still retching, still bawling her eyes out over it all. 

She knew, somewhere in the recesses of her mind, that she was leaping to conclusions. That it wasn’t helpful; she could be wrong. She tried to remember that, tried to repeat that in her mind. I could be wrong. She’d never wanted to be wrong before, but she was begging, pleading whatever deity might listen to her that she was. Not that she believed in any of them, so they’d hardly hear her prayer, even if she could speak right now, which she couldn’t because somehow bile was still pouring out of her.

As the retching finally slowed, she registered a cool hand on her back, and she used the feeling to pull herself out of her panic. Grounded herself gradually, with jumbled attempts to find five things she could see. Hands, toilet, cubicle wall… She moved on before she hit five, unable to see anything else and unable to turn her head with how dizzy she felt. What could she feel? Cold hand, cold basin, hard floor… Still not quite enough, not the four she needed, but it would do. What could she hear? Sloshing water, muffled movement outside, my own breathing. Better, she was starting to feel better. Smell now… I smell disinfectant and vomit. And taste… I can taste the bile on my tongue.

Present once more, Jazz reached up for the toilet roll dispenser, only for the hand to leave her back and pass her some tissue when it became clear that her shaking hands wouldn’t be able to reach. “Th-thank you.” She paused at the sight of the hand in front of her. She’d been expecting Sam’s slender fingers and painted nails, but these hands were more familiar… Still slender, but clumsier, with chipped nails where he’d bitten them time after time in his usual poor way of handling anxiety. “Danny?” She turned to see familiar blue eyes watching her worriedly. He gulped.

“You uh… You came into the wrong bathroom.” He muttered, letting out a huff that was supposed to be a laugh. Jazz stared at him for a moment, then registered the contraptions behind him, outside the cubicle. Oh.

But her eyes wouldn’t leave his face. Paler than he normally was, dark rings under his eyes, sadness clinging to deep blue irises, dulling their brightness. She gulped, and swiped across her mouth with the balled up tissue he’d handed her, tossing it haphazardly behind her, hoping it went in the basin but not really caring. This was the closest she’d been to Danny in a month, the closest he’d allowed her. She didn’t want to let him out of her sight.

She grasped his hand tightly, and he stumbled back a little, but not enough to pull away. His eyes widened, and there - I was right… he’s scared. The way he was suddenly shaking, the desperation in his eyes, the way his breathing had turned shallow… He was terrified.

“Danny… What happened…?” She asked, her voice broken. She wasn’t sure she wanted to know, but it wasn’t about her. Danny had been suffering, something had been eating away at him, and he hadn’t felt safe enough to talk to anyone about it, not even to her. She didn’t want to entertain all the different possible reasons that raced through her head. Danny tried to pull away, but Jazz tightened her grip on his hand. “Please, Danny… We’re all worried.”

The boy looked down at his feet, his eyebrows drawn together in thought. “I don’t… I… I can’t…”

“You can tell me anything. Anything, Danny. Please. I can’t help if you don’t tell me.” It made her stomach lurch again as she pleaded with him, begging him to remember the promise he made. “If someone hurt you-”

Danny’s eyes snapped back up to her in horror. “No! Oh god, no… No, Jazz, it’s nothing like that. I promise it’s not. Nobody did anything to me.” She watched him carefully for tells, for hints that he was lying to her, but she found nothing. Her shoulders slackened slightly, and she only then noticed just how much tension she’d been holding onto, as her shoulders burned from exertion and strain. 

“Then… what is it? Sam, Tucker and I are worried about you, Danny. Please…” She begged him. Danny gulped.

A long moment passed between them, their eyes locked together. Finally, after what felt like years, Danny’s own shoulders dropped a little. “After school. I’ll meet you, Sam and Tucker at your car… I’ll tell you everything… okay?”

Jazz’s grip on her brother’s hand tightened further. “You promise? Promise me.”

Danny sighed. “I promise.” She loosened her grip on his hand, but he didn’t let go. “Are you gonna be okay, Jazz?” He asked her. 

She nodded, and allowed him to pull her up from the floor. She wobbled for just a moment, and he leaned against her to stabilize her. Since when was he this cold? She wondered. Once she was standing on her own, Danny turned back to the cubicle and flushed away the grim remnants of her breakfast. He stayed by her side as she left the bathroom, glad that the noise of people moving to class had dulled, because nobody was out there to see her exit the boys bathroom.

Her gaze found Sam and Tucker, stood outside the cafeteria with her bag, and she turned to pull Danny along with her, but froze.

He was gone.

Jazz gulped down the bile that tried to rise in her throat again. He promised… She reminded herself, and forced her limbs to carry her over to Sam and Tucker.

“Thank you for grabbing my bag… I’m sorry…” She said, softly. Sam held the bag out to her with a strained smile.

“You okay?” Tucker asked.

“I’m… uh…” Okay wasn’t right. Good wasn’t right. Bad wasn’t right. “Coping.” That was all she could sum it up as, really. “Sorry for running out like that…”

The two shook their heads, but it was Sam that stepped forward and wrapped her arms around the older teen. “It’s okay. I was pretty close to that reaction myself…” 

She wanted to tell them that Danny had been there, had told her it was nothing like that. But they’d never believe her. Not when he’d vanished into thin air again. Maybe he was still in the bathroom, maybe he’d silently gone down the corridor when she’d been distracted. She didn’t imagine she’d find him. She didn’t know if he’d even show up after school…

She had to hope though. “Um… we should get to class. Do you two want a lift home later? As thanks for… this.” She held up the bag meekly. It was a poor excuse, but she needed them there. If Danny did show up, they deserved to be there, they deserved to know. It took a moment, but eventually the two nodded. “I’ll see you later then. Thanks again.” She was saying too many ‘sorry’s and ‘thank you’s, she knew. Her brain was too jumbled to say much else.

Not one of the three were able to focus in class. Tucker stared at the back of Danny’s head in Math instead of at the board, at the awkward way he was holding himself, and the flinch when he took notes. He was in pain, and all the worst case scenarios rushed through Tucker’s mind, keeping him from hearing what the teacher was talking about. He nearly ended up with detention for it. Sam was nervously sketching in the margins of her history book, trying to keep herself calm, trying not to think about why Danny wasn’t talking to them, trying not to imagine all the horrible things that could have happened to cause him to shut himself away so completely. And Jazz stared out of the window, towards the parking lot… willing each second to tick by faster. She just needed to know what had happened to her baby brother. 

Jazz was first to her car, and she tried to ignore the rock in her stomach as she waited. If Tucker and Sam weren’t there yet, why would Danny be? Surely he wouldn’t break his promise… He’d be there, surely.

Sam arrived next, looking as hollow as Jazz felt. Despite Danny’s words, she couldn’t shake the fear that something really had happened, that he’d lied. 

When Tucker arrived, Jazz balled her hand into a fist. Where was-

“Hey guys.” The three whirled around to see Danny emerging from behind a tree at the edge of the parking lot. He had his hands shoved so far into his pockets that it was a wonder he hadn’t punched a hole in them. He had his head bowed, his eyes refused to meet any of theirs.

“Danny…?” Sam and Tucker whispered simultaneously.

“In the flesh.” He said with a surprisingly dark laugh. Where’s the joke? Jazz had always prided herself on getting her brother’s bad puns, but there was no pun… There was no joke. Why are you laughing? “Um… can we talk somewhere private?” Sam, Tucker and Jazz glanced at each other. Would any of their houses suffice? Probably not. “My room is fine. Mom and Dad will probably be in the lab anyway. If that’s cool with you guys?” Jazz saw through it straight away; he wanted to be in a safe place, a place where both he felt safe, and where they would all feel safe. It wasn't perfect, but it was something. He’s here.

There was a palpable relief in the nods that he received in answer, and Jazz gestured to the car. “You want shotgun, little brother?” He managed to smile at her.

The car-ride was silent, and awkward. Jazz didn’t feel right turning the radio on, but the silence weighed heavy on all their shoulders. Danny was picking at his nails, wearing them down further to the point that Jazz was worried he’d make them bleed. But she couldn’t take her hands off the wheel to stop him, and the atmosphere inside the car was so thick with tension that she couldn’t force a word out of her mouth to tell him to stop.

Her car screeched when she parked it outside FentonWorks. The hinge creaked as she opened the door and stepped out. Her shoes clapped against the pavement. Her arm felt heavy as she reached for the front door handle. Four pairs of eyes roamed over the living area, dark and lifeless, and settled on the door to the lab. It was open, as always - Jazz never understood why they even had the door if they never intended to shut it - and familiar sounds of clanging metal reverberated up the stairs. Danny was right, they were in the lab. Again.

The boy in question was already climbing the stairs, but had paused when he noticed none of the others following him. Blue eyes blinked at them, and Jazz felt a chill go over her. She wanted to know what was causing her brother to pull away from her, that was definitely true. But… she was also scared to find out. Scared that there was nothing she could do to help him, that maybe that was the reason he hadn’t told her.

She forced herself to follow him, and her movement spurred Sam and Tucker as well. Danny offered the three a weak smile, before continuing to lead the way.

He opened his bedroom door and stood aside, gesturing for them all to file in before him. They did, silent and tense. Sam’s hands were balled into fists, her nails carving crescents into her palm as a way to keep herself from blowing up at Danny - she wanted so desperately to yell at him for making them worry so much, for not trusting them. But she held it back. It wouldn’t help. He’d just pull away again. So she kept her fists clenched and her lips tightly closed, her lower lip pulled between her teeth as another way to ground herself. Beads of metallic liquid bubbled up from the flesh, but she didn’t loose her hold.

Tucker had put his PDA away, knowing he’d retreat to it in an instant if it was in his hands. Instead, he had his beret in his hands, pulling and stretching the fabric to try and keep his emotions under control.

Jazz had no such grounding technique. She was left drifting somewhat as she entered Danny’s room. The same as always, no changes; still the pile of laundry in the corner that he hadn’t bothered to bring down for her or Mom to wash, a pile of books on his desk, all about space. But where that pile would normally be changing constantly, as he devoured each new book with voracity, this pile had a layer of dust blanketing it. It hadn’t changed in weeks…

Each of them situated themselves somewhere in the room. Sam took a bean-bag. Tucker sat on the bed. Jazz pulled the desk chair out. Danny closed the door softly, and then remained standing in front of them.

“So… Um… Sorry, first off. Yeah, I should definitely start with sorry.” Sam bit her lip harder to avoid interrupting him. “I know I’ve been… weird lately. I didn’t… I should have realized you’d all worry. Sorry.” He wasn’t looking at any of them, his eyes instead trained on his shoes, taking in the precise way that they had begun to yellow at the edges, and the scuff he’d gotten on the right one on the first day he’d got them, as was typical of the first day wearing nice new shoes. “I uh… I’m not sure where to start with it all, to be honest. It’s kind of… a lot.” He looked up briefly to take in the expressions of the three, and bit his lip. He couldn’t beat around the bush, or they’d jump to all kinds of conclusions, conclusions that he didn’t want them to have to think about. All he could do was rip the band-aid off, and hope they gave him the time of day to let him fully explain. “Basically… I kind of… turnedontheportalwhileIwasinsideandmostlysortofdied!” He spat it all out in a stream of words that didn’t even really make sense to him.

He watched the expressions in the room morph to confusion as they tried to make sense of the jumbled syllables, then… one by one… the pieces slid into place, and their eyes widened.

“You… mostly… sort of… died!?” It was Sam who broke the silence, her anger too much to contain, though now it didn’t have anywhere to go. She wanted to scream at him, but if what he was saying was true… No, I can’t be angry at him for that.

“It’s hard to explain. I don’t really get it. I’m definitely still alive. I’ve got a pulse and everything. But um… Well…” He let himself transform, refusing to look at any of them as he felt himself begin to hover above the floor. “I think I’m also a ghost?”

Jazz’s hand was gripping Danny’s desk like it was her only life-line. Maybe it was. This couldn’t be real. Her little brother couldn’t be… dead. Or… half dead? But there he was… floating. A ghost. A real, actual ghost. Their parents were right. Ghosts existed. And one was right in front of her. Her little brother was a ghost and she hadn’t noticed him die! She couldn’t tell if it was better or worse than the scenarios she’d imagined. She halted that thought process, deeming it unhelpful. She focused instead on her little brother, floating before her, looking the same and yet so different… he was wearing something oddly familiar… “That suit… That’s…” It wasn’t quite as she remembered seeing it when she and Danny had been dragged through lab safety - her own suit was precisely the same as her Mom’s because she’d shown no interest in physical science, preferring psychology, but Danny wanted to be an astronaut, so they’d made him a suit specially, in a style that might fit someone working on a space program. But it was flipped now, like his hair was… Finally, her brain processed the first part of what Danny had said in such a rush. I turned on the portal while I was inside. He’d put on the suit, he’d listened to their safety instructions and taken them on board and this had still happened. “Oh Danny…”

“For a dead guy, you’re looking pretty good.” Tucker murmured, but his usual mirth missing from his voice, and the attempted joke ended up sounding far worse than it had in his mind.

“Oh my god, Tucker, what the hell?” Sam turned to him with an incredulous look on her face, but there was a release in the statement, and it released the tension from her frame.

And Danny laughed. His smile only briefly touched his eyes, but it was enough to finally break the tension that had settled over the room. He was okay. He was here. And he’d told them. This was a lot to take in, and Jazz would make sure they all processed it in the proper, healthy ways. But for now… As the three of them stood and pulled Danny back down to the floor and wrapped him up in their arms, they were at least happy that he wasn’t hiding it from them anymore. They could help now.

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AN: I don’t even know if this is any good... It ended up a bit rushed in the hopes of getting it actually posted today. I don’t think I’ll be keeping up any kind of momentum tbh XD

#dannymay2022 #dannyphantom #no one knows AU #fanfiction #fanfic

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Just A Chance Chapter Ten

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Secret Report: Axel II

So. The princess of heart is here with a keyblade. Following the feelings of her friends right into this castle. Then again, that’s not what I’m too concerned about. Roxas has been acting strange. Slipping away after dinner and spending time with Naminé in her room.

The only thing I can think of is that he’s interested in her somehow.

Maybe it’s the fact that they’re the Nobodies of two people who were close. Maybe it’s the fact that they’re the only people they really know that’s their own age. Can’t say for sure. All I know is that as long as it doesn’t interfere with his training, I can let the two have their dates for now.

Roxas on a date before me. Never would have thought of it. Not that dating’s much of an option for me anymore. Hard to work up feelings for someone without a heart. Still, it makes things interesting...

I’m getting off topic. As long as I can make Roxas strong enough to keep him out of Marluxia’s hands as a hostage and make sure he’s on my side, I’ll be good to go for this assignment.

Finally, Kairi had some room to breathe. Her keyblade vanished away as she leaned on a wall to catch her breath. Though she had to admit, she was getting tired of the same pale hallways of Castle Oblivion. Honestly, at least Hollow Bastion had the remnants of something grand in its architecture. This all just felt sterile.

She furrowed her brow as she began to think. Hollow Bastion was her old home, before Ansem had thrown her into the void to be led to Destiny Islands. And while her memories of Naminé were vague, somehow she knew her. Knew that there was something that bothered her in the back of her mind. Before all of a sudden she vanished from them one day.

Was it this castle? Was this place Naminé’s original home? Maybe the reason she left would be here. Kairi shook her head. Maybe when they met again, they could find the answers. Even though Kairi still had questions of her own about her past. Like why that castle library felt too familiar to her. 

Almost as if she grew up there.

“Tuckered out?” At the voice, Kairi got to her feet and re-summoned her keyblade. The voice chuckled as a dark portal appeared in front of her, and the voice’s owner walked out of it, “Well the good news is that the next room ahead has some good wards to keep darkness away.” The man with the spiky red hair smirked, “But the bad news is that I can’t let you in there just yet. The name’s Axel. Got it memorized?” She slowly nodded, her tension uneased at his casual cheer. The man extended his arms out, still smiling, “Good to see that you’re a quick learner princess.”

Kairi tightened her grip on her Keyblade. He knew who she was. Something like that was barely known in all the worlds. And in a flash of flame, two chakrams appeared in his hands. Axel’s grin grew wider as the fire danced around his weapons, “Now let’s see how well you’ve learned how to sling a keyblade!”

And in that moment, Kairi wished she learned a different first spell besides fire.

Reaching back, Axel hurled one of the flaming discs towards her. Thankful for having had practice against the heartless, she rolled away from the projectile. Feeling the heat from the surrounding flames fade she turned to face Axel, but he was gone.

“Over here!” A voice called from the other side of the arena. She looked over and saw Axel appearing to catch the weapon he had just thrown. In a flash, he threw its counterpart at her. Again, she moved away, but this time she made sure to keep an eye on the chakram as it flew by. Sure enough, Axel appeared to catch the fiery disc. And she had made sure to roll right where he ought to have been. Taking the chance she began to slash away at him, knocking him back.

“I’m not done!” Kairi thought back to her time in Sora’s heart, remembering the techniques he used with his own keyblade. And just as he focused his own strength, she focused her own. In a flash she dashed forward with her keyblade thrusted toward her target. Striking him as she passed by, she directed herself right back at him. Dashing again, and again, the sonic blade charged at Axel. Finally she came to a halt and turned to her target.

“If you’re still in this, then catch!”

And saw the chakram just as it knocked into her. Though she was thankful the keyblade and practice against the heartless made her strong enough to withstand the attack, it still hurt. Just as each of Axel’s other strikes did once the first hit connected. He caught and re-tossed his chakrams one, twice, before throwing them both at her to knock her away.

Stumbling to her feet, she quickly chugged one of the potions she had looted from the heartless. Wounds mending, she re-focused her attention on Axel watching him gather flames at his feet. “If you can’t stand the heat, then I’ll make it all stop!”, at that, the ground ignited into a pillar of fire around him and soon expanded out into a wall of fire.

Kairi had just enough time to hold out her keyblade, keeping to the ground so it could defend more of her. As fire met her weapon, the heat was sweltering. But miraculously, the keyblade was able to protect her from the worst of it. Looking up, she saw Axel take a moment to regain focus. It was a chance to counterattack, but with what? She was too far to use her keyblade at this range. And she didn’t know blizzard just yet. What else did she have? 

Her heart…

A heart of light.

And she realized the power that had been waiting for her to call it forth. “Light!”

It was a single spark, barely the size of her hand that appeared before Axel. He smirked, “That’s it? That’s all light—?” But when it exploded in a flash, Axel cried out as it knocked him back, “AAARGH!!! NOT ALL!!! THAT’S DEFINITELY NOT ALL LIGHT CAN DO!!!” With him stunned, Kairi stumbled to her feet, and began to slash away at him, until finally the keyblade knocked him back to vanish into darkness.

Propping herself up with the keyblade, Kairi let out a sigh of relief, “At least that’s over.”

“Over?” Axel’s voice made Kairi turn towards the sound. Towards him leaning on the castle walls with a smirk, ”You think that I’d drop dead so soon after we met?”

Then it clicked for Kairi just what Axel was doing, “This was a test.”

“And you pass! Well done, Kairi!” With a flourish, blue cards appeared in his hands which he tossed over to her, “Now it’s time for you to walk the path of Castle Oblivion.” 

Looking at them, Kairi saw pictures. Very familiar pictures. “These are worlds Sora’s seen.”

Axel nodded as he began to walk closer, “Memories of those worlds. And what you’ll need to follow. To trust what you remember, and seek what you forget.” He crossed his arms with a smile as he finished, “Then you’ll meet someone very special to you.”

“Sora?” Her head snapped up in shock. Was he truly here? But there was someone else that she wanted to see again too, “Is it Riku?” Axel remained as unperturbed as ever.

“What about Naminé?”

At that, Axel raised an eyebrow, his calm finally giving way to some surprise, “What about Naminé?” He tapped his chin for a moment, turning away, “Well, that is a good question. Maybe you’ll find the answer the further you go.” But a moment later, he gave a backward glance and an offered hand, “Or maybe I could give you a hint?”

A moment of silence passed before Kairi shook her head, “No. This is something I need to do myself.” 

Axel took the refusal with a smile, turning to her and clapping, “Good answer! I’d expect nothing less of a princess of heart.” As darkness appeared around him, he still kept on grinning, “So I’ll just give a warning. You might not like the answer when you find it.” And in the blink of an eye he was gone.

Walking up the stairs, Kairi saw runes and glyphs along the edge of the chamber leading to the next floor. Letting her keyblade vanish, she began to rummage through some of the items the heartless had dropped. Magic restoration and healing were plenty, as she moved aside some of the potions and elixirs she had picked up absentmindedly. But eventually, she found what she needed. A small pack of camping gear, good for one night of rest. Half an hour later, she had eaten the rations and unfurled a sleeping bag in a corner of the room. As she rested, she began to think of everything that brought her here.

All through Sora’s journey, she had barely been able to do as much as she wished. And by the time she was free, it was far too dangerous to follow Sora to The End of the World. But now her path led here. To where all her cherished friends were being held. Some gone for a moment, others for years. But there was no way she’d listen to someone as suspicious as Axel.

Sora said that his friends were his power. But...that wasn’t just it. She could tell that it was the strength of his heart that let him become as strong as he did with the Keyblade. At that, she brought a hand to her own chest. She’d need as much strength her heart could muster if she wanted to help all her friends. Sora, Riku, And Naminé.

With that last thought, sleep came to her. In her far off dreams, scattered memories were recalled, of two girls sitting by the beach and smiling as they watched at the friends they cared about.

Axel walked out of the portal to where the rest of the Organization was watching and gave a nod, “She checks out.” 

Larxene rolled her eyes, “Either that or you’re going soft.”

Rolling his arms, Axel walked by her toward the door, “Considering I’m busting my butt out there with Roxas, I think my combat credentials are solid.”

Marluxia stood in front of him,  “And how is Roxas?”

Axel rolled his eyes and tried to move past to the exit, “I’m sure Zexion gave you a report—”

Only for Marluxia’s firm grip on his shoulder to stop him, a glare from the man fixing him in place, “I want to hear from you.”

Axel sighed and shrugged, “Hard to say, he’s doing alright during missions, but we haven’t talked much after. Seems more interested in Naminé.” Marluxia and Larxene looked to each other with raised eyebrows, while Axel tried to gently move Marluxia’s hand off of him, ‘Considering you’ve both been busy at the end of the day I figured there’d be no problem if he took his turn to watch over her.” His attempts to move the grip on his shoulder were futile. 

But eventually Marluxia relented and released him, “Very well. For now we can call this day complete.”

“And what of a report to Xemnas?” Lexeus spoke just as Axel turned to leave.

Vexen nodded, “All of these complications to the Castle Oblivion operation should be brought to his attention. Should this get out of control—.”

“All of these changes are manageable,“ Marluxia held up a hand to silence the complaint, “For now, we need not report all of these events to him. We shall reconvene tomorrow to discuss our strategy.” With that, he vanished from the room along with Larxene.

Vexen sighed “Yes, I suppose I could do with some rest before proceeding further.” Lexeaus nodded in agreement, and the two departed in shadow as well.

Leaving Zexion to uneasily ask Axel, “So...our deal?” 

Axel shook his head and went to the door“I’ll wait for tomorrow when Roxas is going to be up to collect on that. Right now, I’ve got to get something substantial to eat and hit the hay.”

“You’re still up?”

Donald’s voice interrupted Sora’s musing as he lay in his sleeping bag. Though most of the nicer camping sets sold by moogles were used up by this point, they usually managed to pick up one set in reserve. Sora sat up and shook his head,“Just can’t stop thinking.”

Goofy propped himself up on his arm from his bag, “About Roxas? Are ya sure you know him?”

Sora nodded, “Positive. Just looking at him, I feel like I’ve known him all my life.

“Funny you never mentioned him before,” A voice from his backpack got his attention, and out from one of the flaps, Jiminy Cricket poked out a head, “Like that girl you’re remembering.”

Of course. The girl in white on the islands. The one who moved away. The one he was only remembering just now. “Yeah. Meeting him. Remembering her. They’ve got to be connected.” There was no way the two would show up in his life right when he entered this castle.

Jiminy cupped his chin in thought, “It’s a little suspicious you’re remembering things instead of forgetting like that man said.” Though after a moment, he sighed and shook his head, “But you’re not going to get anywhere if you keep yourself up all night.”

“Yeah. I guess you're right.” So Sora settled into his corner of the room with a blanket, thoughts of Roxas and the girl replaying themselves in his mind. How Roxas seemed so desperate to prove something, to fight in that arena. As for the girl? He knew she was an old friend from long ago. Knew that she hung out with him, Kairi, and Riku. But who was she to him? What was their friendship truly like?

At the very least, he knew that it wasn’t the same as how he felt toward Kairi. He pulled the charm from his pocket and looked at it with a small smile. There wasn’t anyone quite like Kairi, not in all the worlds.

Sleep came easy that night. 

And that night he dreamed again. 

A blue sky…The ocean…An island…

Sora was there as always. So was the silver haired boy who helped to drive Sora forward. And Kairi, the girl who was so special to Sora. And Naminé, sitting to the side and drawing. Memories drifting through the scattered dream. 

And he could see every piece of those memories. 

He watched them play games. Look out to the horizon and wonder what they might see on other worlds. Telling stories about heroes and legends. Laughing at jokes.

What was that like?

He wanted to know.

He wanted to feel.

But when he tried to reach out. Tried to touch that memory for himself, it just wasn’t right. He felt his body move along the beach, but it was Sora who was making it happen. His eyes saw the small island they played on, but Sora was the one who chose what to see. He spoke, but it was Sora’s voice and Sora’s words.

Sora looked to Naminé. Again, asking her to join in. She just shook her head with a smile, saying she had a hard time back at home…

That smile. It wasn’t like Naminé’s other smiles.

It felt so empty.

He wanted to go to her. To ask if she was okay. To offer a hand.

But Sora wanted to talk with Kairi and his friend and think of something Naminé could do with them.

So he walked away. His words unsaid.

Even though he could hear a quiet sigh from Naminé.

Her eyes fluttering open, Naminé looked at the globe in the center of the room. Getting up from the cold hard floor, she waved a hand for it to show the time. She groaned as it showed that it was indeed another morning. 

Another morning after watching memory after memory become pieced together in everyone’s heads.

So many happy memories.

So many fake memories. 

She picked up the notepad she had been working in to try and focus on Sora’s memories. To get back to her work. But she just couldn’t stop looking at the pile of notebooks in the corner. Or rather, to one of them.

One that had pictures of a blonde boy in black. A boy that helped her believe that she belonged. Even despite the pain that he suffered himself. If only she could just hold his hand. She couldn’t heal the pain completely. But she knew those moments together made it just a touch brighter. Naminé’s grip on the notebook tightened. “Roxas…I...I wish...”

“I wish I could do more for you.” Ever since she came into his life things had begun to change. Roxas had been changing. For once, there was something besides just missions and ice cream. Maybe that was what was drawing him towards those memories as he slept. Why he wanted to help her with the pain of those memories.

But a glance at the clock beside his bed told him that he needed to get up for today’s mission. He went to the front of his bed, and opened the footlocker containing his wardrobe. Stuffed to one side, his old outfit in white with his other undergarments. While the black cloaks were neatly folded on the other side. 

He hadn’t gotten rid of the white jacket and pants just yet. Even though he had been encouraged by Saïx to discard them as quickly as possible, a tiny part didn’t want to let go at first. At the very least, they were his clothes so he wanted to keep them. Now? Having seen how a lot of the Organization was acting, it seemed better for him to keep some clothes that were his own.

Maybe when he had free time with Naminé after this, he might wear that other outfit. Something besides the same black cloak.

But for today, he’d get questions if he showed up out of uniform. Easily slipping into the black cloak as usual, he opened the door to go find Axel and Zexion for the day’s mission.

Only to find Marluxia standing before him.

“We must talk, Roxas.”

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Fenton Fact

Danny leaned back against the red brick chimney of the Casper High roof, and he looked across the stretch of land rolling far off from the building top. For a place so off-limits, so hidden-away from the normal bustle of the school, the view really wasn’t anything special. Sure, the school was decently tall, but it overlooked the staff parking lot, and the empty Casper High tennis courts, and the back of a strip mall two blocks over with the recently-haunted laundromat.

Not that it mattered. It took more than tall-building-views to impress Danny anyway, even the nice ones. And he wasn’t up here for the view.

Danny let his eyes drift shut.

“Sup loner, room for one more?”

Danny startled, and it wasn’t Sam’s voice specifically that startled him. (He’d grown used to her bursting from his Fenton Phone earpiece during most nightly patrols.) He’d just lulled himself a bit too comfortably into the idea that no other human could follow him to the top of the locked rooftop of the Casper High building.

“Did I just surprise a ghost?” Sam asked. “Should I do it again with a ‘boo’?”

“Haha,” Danny answered with a fake chuckle. He blinked himself back to prickly awareness, drowsiness batted away like dust bunnies, and stared up at Sam. “I’m not surprised. I just wasn’t expecting anyone else to be on the roof. How did you even—”

Sam was a few steps ahead of him. In explanation, she waggled the Fenton-branded grappling hook gripped in hand.

Danny leaned back with a faux-exasperated sigh. “Since when do you even have a grappling hook?”

“Since I told your mom it would be a wildly cool line of gear to add to the Fenton brand.”

“Does this mean my mom now has a grappling hook too?”

“Yes. And your dad. And Jazz. And Tucker.”

“Great. When I go home and all the ceiling fans are torn down I’ll know why.”

A gentle silence lapsed over them, punctuated with the swell of fall wind.

“So…” Sam continued. “Can I sit here?”

“Huh?” Danny looked at her, anchoring his drifting thoughts once more. “Oh, yeah. I thought the ‘yeah’ was implied.” Danny shuffled a bit to the side, back still resting against the chimney. He patted the spot he cleared. “What am I gonna tell you? No?”

“Just making sure.” Sam stowed the grappling hook to the side of her belt and settled into the spot beside Danny, feet outstretched. “In case maybe you wanted some alone time.”

“’Alone time’ isn’t really something I get anymore. I’ve had about a hundred-too-many ghosts crash through my bedroom for that.”

“So why the roof?”

“Roof is more for uh…” Danny twirled his hand, “‘less adoring crowds’ time. ‘Less classmates ogling me’ time. You can stay so long as you don’t ask me to sign anything.”

“I was never interested in the parasocial or capitalistic value of celebrity signatures. Besides, you cross your ‘t’s weird.”

Danny replied with a half-hearted chuckle. His line of sight drifted into the middle-distance again, unfocused.

“Is it getting to be too much?” Sam asked.

“Hmm?” Danny answered, eyes shifting back to her.

Sam gestured broadly, hands and arms outstretched. “You know just. All this. Everything.”

“…Nah.”

Another small silence grew from the cracks in the concrete between them.

“Paulina and Star are looking for you. You know that, right?”

“Oh, are they?”

“Danny. You knew that.”

“Maybe.”

“…And you’re not interested in seeing what they want?”

“I figure Tucker is keeping them busy.”

“You’re unfortunately right.”

“Phantom Phacts?”

“Phantom Phacts.” Sam nodded. “I made him promise to leave out any embarrassing trivia from the trivia section.”

“Thanks for that,” Danny answered. “Is his presentation any good?”

“You think I’ve ever stuck around to hear it?”

“Fair.”

Sam pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapped her arms around her legs and set her chin to her knees, staring forward.

“You’re really not interested in sitting with Star and Paulina for lunch?”

“Not really. Why? Is that bad?”

“No, it’s absolutely great. But I’m…” Sam shrugged, “surprised, I guess. I feel like usually you’d jump at the opportunity. And I kinda don’t think you’re refusing because you’ve suddenly recognized the banality of A-lister status.”

“Maybe that is what happened, you don’t know that. Down with capitalism, Sam.”

“Danny.” Sam tilted a fraction to face him. “I’m worried that this is all too much for you, and you just won’t admit it.”

Danny sat with the silence that followed. “I don’t think it’s too much. I’m just—I dunno. I mean. I’m just not feeling it.”

“…You can admit if it’s overwhelming, Danny. I’ll be the first to shut down ‘Phantom Phacts’ if it is.”

“Nah, nah let Tucker have his fun. He’s not the problem. It’s… I dunno.” Danny pushed himself taller against the chimney, upright now and unslumped. “It’s a little bit overwhelming, I guess, maybe. But it’s kind of what I expected. Maybe even a little easier than I was expecting. I thought I’d be dealing with a lot of Phantom-hate once everyone knew but, I guess that kind of died down a long time before everyone knew.”

“Valerie holding you at gunpoint in the cafeteria wasn’t Phantom-hate?”

“We’ve had a lot of good talks since then, okay?”

Sam let out a quiet laugh. “So then… why aren’t you sitting with the popular kids right now?”

“I just didn’t want to, I guess?”

“And why didn’t you want to?”

“It just didn’t really feel right.”

“Is it because of me?” Sam asked, another side-long glance cast to Danny. “Because you can sit with them. I’ll still make fun of you if you do, but you don’t have to… not sit with them because of me.”

“What? Huh—no. Nah, nah I mean I do care what you think Sam. But I mean if I wanted to be sitting with them then I would so. I mean. You don’t have to worry that it’s you.”

“So then what is it?”

Danny took a moment to answer.

“It’s just… it’s a feeling. I dunno. Like.” Danny spread his arms out. “The invitation is wrong? Or the invitation isn’t actually for me?”

“…The invitation is for Phantom instead?”

Pensive indecision set into Danny’s eyes. “That’s not totally it. Because I mean I AM Phantom. I’m not not me when I’m Phantom. Maybe I trash-talk a little more in ghost form but I’m not… not me. That’s still just me. You know that.”

“Right, yeah, no Danny. It just sounded like that’s what you were saying.” Sam let her legs slide out a few inches. “So what are you saying?”

Danny sat with the question. “When the news first picked up on Phantom, way back when—Inviso-Bill?—that wasn’t really anyone, you know? They made up some spooky icon to make the news about. Which was just like, whatever, not me. I didn’t even take ‘Inviso-Bill’ too personally because that just wasn’t me. And even when I stopped being an enemy and started actually being ‘Danny Phantom’… no one actually got it right, you know? They kind of came up with a character for me. Just some hero. I listen to the news and how they talk about me and I think, even now, I think ‘That isn’t me.’”

Danny pulled his knees in, a mirror to Sam, and stared down into his tattered jean fabric. “And when everyone learned I’m Phantom I guess I kind of expected them to be like ‘Oh it’s Fenton’ and then that fake version of Phantom would go away.” Danny raised his eyes to Sam, far more bothered than before. “…I think the opposite happened. They don’t look at Phantom and think ‘oh it’s Fenton’. They look at Fenton and think ‘oh it’s Phantom.’ I think Danny Fenton got put away. I think the person I was for 14 years doesn’t exist to them anymore. Whoever they invited to lunch isn’t me. He doesn’t exist. But I’m suddenly responsible for him. And it’s not even me.”

Danny paused. “And now I’ve been wondering like… how long until I disappoint them? You know? How long until I do something that makes them angry because I’m not doing the thing they expect ‘Phantom’ to do? How long until they start seeing there’s too much ‘Fenton’ in me and they start to hate me for it all over again? For them to really like me, I don’t think I can be me, and I don’t know how to do that. I don’t know how to be someone who doesn’t just disappoint everyone in the end.”

A long gust of wind swept between them, stealing away the seconds.

“…So now you’re hiding on the roof.”

“It was the easiest solution to my problem.”

“But not a lasting one, if you ever want to get down.” The wind settled, and Sam swept a lock of hair behind her ear. “…Do you care if you disappoint them?”

Danny shrugged. “I. Yeah. I think. I don’t—I don’t think I totally know for certain, but I don’t want to disappoint anyone.”

“Well, you’re not going to disappoint me, or Jazz, or Tucker—and if Tucker does act disappointed over any lost Phantom Phacts ventures I’ll whap him over the head. But I mean, we know who you are. We’re not going to be disappointed realizing you’re not ‘Phantom.’ The worst you can do is land right back where you started.”

“And what if I started acting like ‘Phantom’ instead. Would that disappoint you guys?”

“Do you want to act like ‘Phantom’?”

Danny paused. “…No. Not at all.”

“Then don’t. It’s that simple.” Sam stood, and she stretched until her back popped. “It’s not your responsibility to uphold whatever delusions people project onto you. I won’t hesitate to call them out on it. You know I’m good at being direct, and you know I’m even better at making enemies.”

“I don’t wanna be mean to them though when they’re finally being nice.”

“They’re not being nice, they’re projecting. If their niceness to you is conditional on you fitting to the box they created for you, that’s not nice, that’s manipulation, and it’s exactly the root of my ever-frothing disdain for popularity. It’s always some element about popular people that people latch on to, and they can fit the box that people give them, or they can reject it and find themselves wallowing amongst us outcasts. Don’t do that to yourself, Danny. Don’t live in their chains.” Sam tilted her head to Danny. “You spend all day trapping ghosts into tight little boxes and you can’t even recognize when it’s happening to you. I think you’d be better at spotting this.”

“It’s a cylinder, really. The thermos. It’s a cylinder. And don’t say ‘box’ so much. You might summon company.”

“You just said ‘box’ though.”

“I did say ‘box’.”

“Box.”

“Box.”

Sam laughed, noise trailing light on her lips. “…Feeling any better?”

“A little, I think… I still… I still think I... it's not as easy to just say 'I don't care if I disappoint them.' It's still scary. I don’t want to end up proving them right that they were right to hate me all along.”

“Are the opinions of Dash Baxter really the ones to be holding on a pedestal? Is his opinion of you really more important than what you think of yourself? You’ve been through this with the A-listers already. Don’t torture yourself again just because the door is wide open. I promise you Danny, it won’t make you happy.”

“So I should just do whatever makes me happy?”

“Every time.” Sam nodded.

"Even if I'm a total disappointing loser?"

"All the better."

"Even if I blow any chance I have with Paulina out the window?"

“Wouldn't have it any other way. Got any idea what you intend to say to her when she finds you?”

Danny paused. He pushed himself standing. “Maybe I could talk her ear off about NASA until she gets bored of me?”

“Excellent. Can I join? I have a lot to say about SpaceX and private capital encroaching on space exploration.”

“Does that apply to me? I’ve been to space. Am I private capital?”

“You’re not private capital.”

“Then what am I?”

“Annoying.” Sam locked arms with Danny, and dragged him along forward, her combat boots clunking against the rooftop. “And my friend. Come on. I’ll brief you on everything wrong with privately-owned space exploration while we’re rappelling down the side of the building with my sick and cool as hell grappling hook.”

“I can fly.”

“And I have a sick grappling hook. What’s your point.”

“It’s probably called a ‘Fenton Hook.’”

“Is that a Phantom Phact?”

Danny shook his head, and a smile pulled on his lips. “Nah. I think it’s a Fenton Fact.”

#danny phantom #dp #dp fanfiction #-lobs this over the fence-

[ghostboidanny]

This is OUR hero

Ao3 link Part 1

Danny Phantom’s secret identity is a very well kept secret. Not by Danny Fenton, even though he might believe that. Oh no, that boy is awful at keeping secrets. What with yelling “going ghost” in public places and using ghost abilities constantly. But the people of Amity Park … the people are excellent at keeping his secret for him. And they do not like any outsiders trying to hurt their little hero. 

A 5+1 story where different Amity Parkers finds out Danny Phantom and Danny Fenton is one and the same and can't do anything to help him. And then one time they can help him.

Prompts used this chapter:

The GiW have their eyes set on ALL ghosts, not just Phantom. So when a member of Danny's rogue's gallery goes missing for a worrying amount of time, coupled with a notable lack of white suited pursuers, Danny has a bad feeling. (PR293) by @grimgrinningghoull

The school field trip to the Guys in White facility goes wrong. (PR298) by @higgidigs

The GIW mess with the wrong ghost. (PR380) by @summerssixecho

Chapter 2: Into the dragon's den

“Did you hear?” Tucker whispered the moment Danny joined him and Sam by their lockers. 

“Hear what?” he asked, immediately lowering his voice too. Sam leaned in closer. 

“Apparently the school has been pressured to add some more safety things in case of ghost attacks, including requiring all students to learn about what to do in case of an attack.”

Danny groaned. “My parents are coming here again? I thought I would die fully last time they were here, I was so embarrassed.”

“No, worse”, Tucker said and he looked so grim Danny had to suppress the urge to immediately start looking for the threat. “The school has arranged field trips to the GIW facility. One year at a time, starting with us. Mr Lancer will tell us about it in his class”

Danny grimaced, his heart skipping a beat. “That is worse.”

“Worse?” Sam whisper shouted. “Danny! You can’t go there! If the GIW discovers what you are they’ll strap you down on a table and do experiments on you! Going in there is suicide!”

“I know!” Danny exclaimed, loud enough that a few people looked their way. He grimaced and continued in a softer tone so only Sam and Tucker could hear. “Don’t you think I know that better than anyone? But what am I supposed to do about it? Danny Fenton doesn't have any reason not to go there so unless I reveal myself to a teacher or my parents I’m not getting out of this.”

“But-”

“Besides, when else are we gonna get an opportunity like this?” Danny hurriedly continued before Sam could say anything else. He didn’t want to hear anything more about how he’ll be experimented on if caught. He already had enough nightmares about that as it was. It was easier if he convinced himself this was something he wanted to do. “We’ll get to see the inside of the GIW facility without needing to break in. It's the perfect opportunity to do some spioning.”

“It's called espionage”, Sam muttered and crossed her arms. “And it's a terrible idea.”

“No it isn’t. Think about it, this is the least risky way for us to get intel. We are invited inside and we’ll have the whole class with us and several teachers. The only other way for us to get intel would be to break in by ourselves.”

“He does have a point”, Tucker admitted, but with some obvious reluctance. “Even just hacking into their base would be a risk.”

Sam nodded, slowly, she too looked reluctant. “Yeah, but Danny … what if one of their sensors pings you?”

“I’ll just have to be very careful and keep my powers buried deep inside. You know I’ve become better at that, even my parents' things don’t react to me in human form any longer! And … you both know the GIW have been acting strange lately. There has barely been any white clad people on the streets these last few weeks. What if they’re up to something? This might be our only chance to find out what!”

“We could still do that without you”, Sam mumbled. “I think we should at least try to get you out of the trip.”

“How?” She didn’t answer and Danny nodded, his face twisted in a grim expression. He had hoped she would have a solution, because no matter what he might say, he really didn’t want to enter the den of the enemy. 

The bell rang, delaying all further discussion. The trio quickly collected their things and went to their first class. Which was also Mr Lancer’s class. At least they would be able to find out more about the trip. 

They piled into the classroom and sat in their usual seats near the door so Danny could quicker run out of class if there was a ghost. The other students were chatting among themselves and Danny heard more than one student mention the GIW school trip. Mr Lancer entered a minute later, and the class quickly shut up. Mr Lancer went through roll call and was it Danny’s imagination or did he linger on Danny longer than on anyone else? 

“As you might have already heard”, Mr Lancer began once he was done with roll call. “The school is going on a trip to the GIW facility in an effort to teach you all how to stay safe during ghost attacks. Usually we would ask the Doctors Fentons, but the school administration has decided on a new approach in hope it will help.”

“Our class is scheduled to go there next week on Monday with the rest of your year. You need to bring your own lunch but otherwise everything is already arranged. We will meet up here at the start of school to take buses together to the facility. Please be on time as the bus will leave without you”, he said the last part with a significant look Danny’s way. Danny tried to project his best innocent face, as if to say he had never been late, no sir. Though lately Mr Lancer and some of the other teachers seemed to have given up on getting him to arrive on time and to stay the whole class. They just sighed when he was late or asked for a bathroom break. It made ghost fighting easier, knowing he wouldn't get an earful once he managed to drag himself to class.

Sam raised her hand and Danny whispered a quiet but sharp “what are you doing?” which she ignored. Mr Lancer called on her. “Sir, if we’re going on this trip to learn more about protecting ourselves from ghosts, then why does Danny have to go at all? His parents are literally the leading experts on all things ghosts. I bet he learns more every dinner than he will during this trip.”

Danny couldn't help himself, he turned to stare at her, his mouth open in shock. What was she doing ? Did she want to jeopardize his secret? Sure, it was a pretty good excuse, but if anyone looked closer at why he didn’t want to go, it could backfire on them!

Dash snorted. “I think Fenton doesn't want to go because he’s terrified of ghosts. Every time one shows up he yells like a little girl and goes to hide! I bet he would pee his pants if he had to go into a whole place filled with ghosts. Even I wouldn't want to see that, so maybe it would be best if the coward stayed behind.”

Several of the students laughed and Danny could feel his ears burn. Dash had been a bit nicer to him lately, not having stuffed him in lockers or beaten him up for weeks. But it seemed like Danny’s respite was over. 

“That’s right, I once saw Danny run in fear from a blob ghost. A blob ghost !” Kwan said while chuckling. Danny hunched his shoulders and slid down deeper in his seat. Not his fault he had to always transform to catch ghosts so as to not risk any people making connections between Fenton and Phantom. 

“Oh please”, Wes Weston’s drawling voice cut through the laughter and Danny tensed. “The real reason he doesn't want to go is because he’s Phantom. He’s probably afraid the GIW would find out if he went.”

Oh fuck , Danny thought and exchanged panicked looks with Sam and Tucker. Of course Wes had to say something. Even if his attempts to convince other people that Danny was Phantom hadn’t succeeded yet, it was only a matter of time until they did. And if he said something while they were inside the GIW facility maybe they would listen to him …

“Oh shut up, Wes!” Dash yelled and Danny blinked in surprise. “I’ve warned you not to compare Fenton with Phantom! Fenton is a little whump while Phantom is a hero ! If you compare them again I’ll give you a beating!”

“Mr Baxter”, Lancer said, a reprimand in his tone, probably at the overly forward threat of violence. While the teachers looked away from a lot of things the jocks did, they couldn't ignore too much. But before the teacher could speak, several other students started speaking over him. 

“How dare you!” Paulina cried and dramatically threw a hand over her forehead like a damsel in distress. “My perfect darling Phantom doesn't look anything like the loser Fenton!”

“Dude!” Kwan said. “You’re such a conspiracy theorist, it's so annoying.” 

“I’m honestly starting to suspect you got a crush on Fenton”, Star said with a little smirk, eyeing Wes who was starting to get redder and redder in the face. “This feels like a desperate attempt to get his attention. But calling your crush dead is more than a little bit weird.”

More and more classmates joined the frenzy, all of them laughing at Wes. Wes sunk further and further down into his chair, his face blazing red. Danny started breathing again. While they were all basically insulting him as much as they were insulting Wes, it was a huge relief. He would much rather they think he’s utterly pathetic than have them thinking he’s Phantom. His secret was still safe. 

“Alright class, calm down!” Lancer yelled over the ruckus. It took a few seconds before the class grew silent again. “Pride and Prejudice, please stop insulting each other.” He turned towards Sam and Danny, his face apologetic. “I’m sorry Miss Manson, Mr Fenton, but the school administration has made it clear that everyone has to come. I’m not allowed to give anyone a pass.”

Danny sighed, but he had already accepted that he would have to go. It would be fine. He was always fine in the end. 

👻👻👻

On Monday, Danny was all but a nervous wreck as he and his friends walked up to the buses. He tried to hide it, but even his parents had noticed that something was up. Though, to be fair to them they had started to act more attentive lately. Which was great since there were no longer any dinners contaminated with ectoplasm and he had gotten help on homework a few times, but it also meant it was much harder to keep Phantom from them. But most amazing of all was that they hadn’t punished him for breaking curfew or sneaking out in a couple of weeks now. And the talks about ghost hunting - but specifically about hunting Phantom - had trickled to a stop. Maybe he should be suspicious, but he was too happy about the change to care. 

Sam and Tucker kept close to him, closing rank on either side. It seemed like they were only a second from actually startling to cling to him. Not that he could fault them. He wanted to cling to them too. 

They walked up to Mr Lancer and Ms Tetslaff, who were two of the teachers joining them for the tour. The teachers both frowned when they saw him and his friends. “Mr Foley, Miss Manson … Mr Fenton. I almost thought you would be late today.”

Danny blushed and rubbed the back of his neck. “Well, you said that if I was, the bus would leave without me.”

“Yes … I did say that.” Danny stared at him in confusion. He almost sounded disappointed that Danny was on time for once. As if he’d wanted Danny to miss the tour. But that didn’t make any sense, so he shrugged the thought away. 

“Well, since you’re here, take a seat. We’ll be leaving soon.”

The trio nodded and climbed onboard. The moment they did, the bus fell silent, all eyes on them. It only lasted a moment before all conversation started again, but the atmosphere suddenly felt strained. Weird. Maybe the rest of his year were nervous about going to the GIW facility too. Or maybe they had all thought cowardly Fenton wouldn’t dare show up and were disappointed they couldn’t make fun of him for it. 

Halfway down the bus he saw Valerie, sitting by herself. She gasped when she saw him but when he met her eyes she quickly looked down. Danny sighed but continued walking. 

For a couple of weeks now, she’d been unable to look him in the eye. And as the Red Huntress she had stopped hunting him so relentlessly. He almost would have thought she’d figured out his identity, if it weren't for the fact that he was sure she would have confronted him if she had. 

The respite had been nice though. In fact, everything had started to get easier and easier. Red wasn’t as aggressive towards Phantom and would even team up with him against the ghosts most of the time. His parents were so busy with some sort of experiment they barely went on any hunts at all, meaning Phantom didn’t get shot at by them. He just had to keep an eye out for that experiment to make sure it didn't bite him in the ass. School was better than ever, with Dash and his other bullies having backed off not only him, but all the nerds. Most of the teachers had also grown lenient about giving him detention when he missed class and had started giving him make-up work and extra credit stuff to help him get his grades up. Not to mention that most of the public hate and distrust towards Phantom had died down. Seemed like they were finally seeing that he only wanted to help. Even his ghost enemies and the GIW had calmed down! During the last two weeks he’d barely been in any ghost fights at all and very few men in white had been seen out and about. 

Danny had actually started to grow suspicious and a bit paranoid. He never had it this good. His luck just wasn’t good enough for that. No, he’d been certain that something bad was just around the corner, waiting to jump out on him. Seemed like he’d finally found out what. A trip right into the bowel of the guys in white. 

They sat down near the back of the bus. Tucker next to Danny and Sam in the seat behind them. Danny’s hands were shaking subtly so he curled them into fists to make them stop. Tucker noticed and nudged his shoulder. “It's gonna be okay”, he whispered. “We got your back.” Danny forced a smile and nodded. 

The trip to the facility seemed to both take ages and be over in the blink of an eye. He’d seen it before, of course. He, Sam and Tucker had spied on it numerous times in the hopes of finding out a weakness or what the GIW were planning. But never before had he actually been inside, the closest had been the one time Tucker managed to hack the security cameras so they could see inside.

The facility was a practical fortress. Thick concrete walls covered in ghost repellent and with phase proof windows. And then to get to the actual containment cells, you had to pass through corridors of the same concrete and dozens of operatives, down an elevator and through several ghost sensors and anti ghost weaponry. Unless you had an army at your side, breaking in was impossible.

“Alright everyone, keep close to me”, Mr Lancer called out as the bus came to a stop before the doors. “I don’t want anyone to get separated from the group.” Did his eyes linger on Danny when he said that last part? Danny shook his head, he had to stop being so paranoid. 

They piled out of the bus and Sam and Tucker immediately closed up on either side of him. Somehow, despite having been at the end of the bus, they ended up near the front of the line. Valerie walked over to them and pushed another student out of the way so she could have the place before them in the line. Danny swallowed and offered her a shaky smile but she still wouldn’t look at him. Glancing behind him, Danny startled when he noticed Dash and Kwan standing behind him. The two jocks looked tense, hands curled into fists. He hoped they hadn’t suddenly remembered he existed and were meaning to cause trouble. He really didn’t need that. 

“Remember, kids!” Lancer called out. “Don’t touch anything and do as you’re told by our guide, behave yourselves!”

Lancer started walking, the teenagers following behind him like ducklings. Danny took a deep breath, it shook on the way out. Sam and Tucker took one of his hands each, squeezing. He squeezed back with a grateful smile. Though to his surprise there was no snide comment from Dash about him needing to hold his friends' hands because he was such a coward. 

Together they walked into the den of the dragon. 

White clad people everywhere . Despite knowing what was waiting for him, Danny still almost had a panic attack the moment he stepped into the facility and saw just how many people worked there. Guards and scientists who would all be far too happy to rip him apart. He gripped Sam’s and Tucker’s hands harder until he was afraid of breaking their bones. At least it seemed like all the other students were worried too, considering how they all seemed to cluster together. 

A woman in a white lab coat walked up to Mr Lancer and talked with him for a few minutes before waving him forward. The students followed closely and Danny had to remind himself to breathe as they walked further and further away from the doors. He wanted to make a break for it before it was too late but he couldn’t because it had been too late the moment he stepped on the bus. If he ran now people would just grow extremely suspicious. 

As they walked down long, completely white corridors, Danny tried to pay attention to the layout. That’s why he was here after all, to learn how to break in and out of this place in case of emergency. But he just couldn’t . Every time he caught sight of another person dressed in a white suit he was sure they would suddenly point at him and yell that he was Phantom. Every time he saw someone in a lab coat he was sure they would call for security to tie him down in a lab somewhere. He was spiraling. 

“Breathe”, Sam whispered in his ear. “We got you, just take deep breaths and concentrate on walking. Tucker and I will remember the layout and keep an eye out for suspicious activity. It's gonna be okay and we’ll be out of here before you know it.”

He nodded and forced himself to take a deep breath - though that only reminded him that he didn’t need to breathe as often as a human and would any of the GIW personnel notice? He ducked his head so he couldn’t see anything but his own feet and his friends on either side of him. Just breathe. He could do that. Breathe in, hold for five seconds, breathe out, and hold for another five. He could breathe like a normal person. Even if it made it feel like he was drowning in oxygen. 

They walked for what felt like miles. All sounds seemed to reach him from a far distance while at the same time as he was hyper aware of every little sound, listening for that first shout that meant they had figured him out. 

Danny concentrated on putting one foot in front of the other and to keep breathing at a steady pace. Those two tasks were his whole world. So when they came to a stop he almost fell over. He would have if his friends hadn’t caught him. Looking up frantically to see what the threat was, he noticed that they had stopped before a pair of elevators. 

“Down here we have the labs and containment cells”, their guide said while pressing the buttons to summon the elevators. Danny stopped breathing completely. Labs. Containment cells. They had figured him out. They were trying to lure him down there to trap him. 

Tucker nudged his side and Danny almost jumped out of his skin. “Dude, breathe”, he whispered, glancing around to make sure no one else had noticed. Danny gulped down air. “No one suspects anything. You’re fine.”

He nodded, his whole body shaking. Just keep it together. Don’t act suspicious. Keep all ghost powers hidden deep inside and no one will find out. He could do this. 

“Now, you will have to be divided in smaller groups to go down the elevators as they only room twenty people at a time”, the guide said. “Who will go first?”

Danny did not want to go but he was pushed forward with the rest of his class. Somehow he ended up nestled right in the middle of the students, Sam and Tucker still on either side of him. It actually made him feel a bit better, like his classmates were acting like human shields around him. Still, the ride seemed to take forever and the walls seemed to be getting closer and closer. With a ding the elevator doors opened and Danny had to stop himself from running out. 

“Wait here while I go up and get the other groups”, the guide said and disappeared back into the elevator. Danny felt a little bit safer without her here. The only adult in sight right now was Mr Lancer. He was looking at Danny, forehead creased in a frown. Danny tried to smile at him but had to stop when it felt like he would puke instead. Lancer’s frown deepened. 

It took ages to get all the students down the elevator but at least it gave Danny the time he needed to gather his nerves and face this new part with his head held high. He had fought ghost kings and gods and his evil self, he could walk down a corridor. 

“And here we have the labs where we perform experiments to figure out how to create better instruments to protect ourselves from ghosts”, the guide said. Danny grit his teeth and tried to not imagine what exactly the guys in white did when experimenting on ghosts. But still, he didn’t feel too worried about that, considering they had never managed to actually catch a ghost as far as he was aware. Except maybe a blob ghost or an animal ghost. Danny did his best to make sure no ghost fell into the hands of any ghost hunters. Even the ghosts he really wished he could just leave to someone else for a change. 

“We’re actually developing some better ghost detectors that will soon be able to compete with those the Fentons are making. But we will be able to produce them at a larger scale, meaning we can protect more people. We will keep the ghost scum away from you citizens.”

Danny scoffed but luckily it couldn't be heard over the sounds of all the students around him. As if the GIW could hit a ghost even if it was standing still right before them. Actually, it was a bit embarrassing he’d been so panicked when first entering the building. It was true that if he was caught the experiments they subjected him to would be horrible, but first they had to actually catch him. If their sensors weren't even as good as his parents he didn’t have anything to worry about unless he lost control of his temper and actually used his powers. 

“And now we’re entering the containment unit”, the guide said and stopped before a pair of massive reinforced doors. She smiled and clasped her hands together. “We actually have something quite exciting to show you. We here at the Ghost Investigate Ward are aware that the people of Amity Park have lost a lot of trust and respect for us considering our repeated failures to catch the ghost known as Phantom.” Danny rolled his eyes. Yeah they really were awful in their attempts. The class shuffled around him, seeming to move in closer to him. They must be thinking the same thing and were trying to stifle their laughter. 

“Therefore, we decided to change our approach”, the guide continued, her smile growing wider. Something about it made a chill go down Danny’s spine. He tried to shake the feeling off. “We realized Phantom was far too powerful for the equipment we currently had so it stood to reason that what we needed to do was build our way up to him. Children don’t learn to run first, after all, first they need to crawl. So we started on level 1 ghosts and have slowly worked our way up the scale. Let me show you our progress.”

The guide turned around and opened the huge reinforced doors. The class hesitated for a moment before walking inside and Danny followed them in a daze. The first thing he noticed were containment chambers lining each side of the corridor. Then he saw the ghosts inside. The first few containment rooms only held blob ghosts, though the sight of them was tragic enough. Most were lying motionless on the floor and the few that moved were doing so lethargically. So unlike the bubbly little blobs he was used to. Then, the animal ghosts started to appear. 

Small ghost animals first, ghost rats and mice, then cats and dogs and then ghosts of various wild animals. Wolves and deer, even one moose. Danny gasped and barely kept from pushing his way through the crowd to one of the containment chambers. Cujo! Cujo was here! He had been a bit surprised at how many weeks the puppy had been away recently but knew Cujo could be gone for long stretches of time so he hadn’t been worried. How stupid could he be? Why hadn't he bothered to look for the puppy? Cujo might be a strong ghost in his other form but that didn't mean he was invincible! He looked miserable, lying on the floor with his eyes closed. His green fur was matted and … was that ectoplasm? He was hurt! Danny had to get him out of here.

“As you can see we have managed to catch blob ghosts and ghost animals, even some that are level 3!” The guide said with pride in her voice. Danny felt sick to his stomach. “And thanks to our experiments on them we have even managed to catch humanoid ghosts!”

They walked further down the hallway, leaving the animal ghosts behind, and Danny completely stopped breathing when he saw the next ghost in line. Ember. She was sitting on the floor of her containment unit, her back against the wall. Her hair was completely extinguished and her eyes stared blankly at her feet. 

Danny dropped his friend's hands and started to push through the students around him. He barely noticed how they seemed to be trying to keep him trapped among them. Barely noticed Val gripping his arm with such force a normal human would bruise, he just shook them all off. 

Danny pressed a hand against the glass that separated him from Ember. She didn’t notice. It seemed like she wasn’t aware of anything around her. Danny had to swallow down the lump that had formed in his throat. It had been some time since he saw Ember last, but he hadn't thought anything about it. Just like he hadn’t thought about Cujo’s disappearance. It wasn’t like the ghosts appeared on a set schedule. Well, no one but Skulker with Tucker’s PDA embedded in his suit. The ghosts would just appear at random, he’d fight them, put them back in the zone and then it could be a day or it could be months until he saw them next. 

“I’m sorry Ember”, he whispered. “I’ll get you out of here, I promise.”

Two pairs of familiar hands closed around his upper arms and he let them pull him away from Ember. Tucker and Sam looked just as guilt-stricken as he felt, but they were also glancing towards their guide and their classmates with worry. Danny grimaced, he’d forgotten about them and now it was more important than ever to not let the GIW figure him out. 

The GIW never catches anything, huh? Well, turns out they just never caught me ! he thought bitterly, scoffing at his own ignorance from just minutes ago. He had to figure out a way to break in here and free all the ghosts. No way he could leave them in the GIW’s hands to be tortured until they were discarded and ended. 

When he looked up, most of the class were looking at him, though several were also staring at the ghosts around them or at the guide. He couldn't tell what they were thinking and could only hope no one suspected anything. At least the guide hadn’t noticed anything, as she was further down the corridor, Lancer at her side, pointing at the containment cells one after the other. Danny’s heart sank in his chest. Did they have more humanoid ghosts? 

He shook off Sam’s and Tucker’s hands and stalked after the guide. His friends ran to keep up with him and the other students followed at their heels. At every new containment cell, Danny froze for a moment as he took in which ghosts had been trapped. And for every new ghost that appeared his anger rose. 

As if it wasn’t enough that Cujo and Ember had been caught, he also saw the Lunch Lady, Sydney, Technus, Kitty and Johnny in containment chambers one after the other. There were some ghosts that he didn’t remember the names of, as he hadn’t actually fought them, just seen them around Amity. Far too many ghosts that he had failed. 

And then…

“Dani!” he yelled as his core lurched violently in his chest. 

Several hands grabbed hold of him to keep him back, but he barely noticed. If he phased through them or just used strength he couldn’t tell, but suddenly he was near the end of the corridor by one of the last containment cells. He threw himself against the glass with enough force that a hairline crack appeared in it. Behind him he could hear some commotion but he didn't pay it any mind, all his focus directed at the ghost before him. 

Dani was lying on her side, her back to him, but it was unmistakably her. He would recognize her anywhere, would be able to pick her out of a crowd of a thousand people. His little sister. 

His core lurched again, with such force he fell to his knees. It burned in his chest, at his failure to protect someone who was dear to him. “DANI!” he yelled, banging his fist on the glass. The crack spread. Overhead an alarm started blaring but he didn’t care. He only had eyes for his sister. She slowly turned around until she was facing him and he started crying at the state she was in. 

She was in her ghost form and her white hair was a mess, her bangs clinging to a forehead that was wet with sweat. Her black and white suit was torn in places and through the holes he could see cuts and bruises. Green ectoplasm were splattered over her and some had pooled on the floor beneath her. And … green ectoplasm was dripping from her nose, ears and eyes, the first stage of destabilization. 

“DANI! I’M HERE!” he yelled. Her eyes finally focused on him and she gasped. ‘Danny’, he could see her mouth, though he couldn’t hear anything through the glass and over the alarm. He started sobbing. His sister! His little sister was here! She was supposed to be far away, across the ocean. She was supposed to be safe ! Why was she here?

“I’M GOING TO SAVE YOU DANI! I'M GETTING YOU OUT OF HERE!” Without caring about where he was or who could be watching him, he transformed. Dani gaped at him and tried to sit up but seemed to be too weak and collapsed on her side again. 

‘Danny, no’ she mouthed and shook her head, looking frantic. ‘Get out of here.’

“NOT WITHOUT YOU!” He hit the wall with his full ghostly strength and numerous cracks spread over the glass. A jolt of electricity jumped from the glass into him and he swore. That hurt, but it didn't matter. He hit the glass again and more cracks appeared. Again and again he hit it, not caring that ectoplasm from his knuckles had started to smear across the glass or the electric spasms spreading through his limbs. The only thing he cared about was getting his little sister out of here. 

He hit the glass once more and with a loud crack a small hole appeared in the glass. At the same time the bones in his hand broke and by the sheer force and speed of the impact he drove his whole fists into the hole, scraping long bleeding wounds across his hand and forearm.

Struggling to free his arm led to more cuts being opened against the sharp glass but he forced his fist out. Just as he was about to hit the glass again to make the hole larger, Dani pointed behind him and yelled, now audible. "Behind you!"

Swirling around, the shot that had been headed right at his head just barely missed. It hit the containment cell, making the cracks larger. Not large enough though. Not by far. There was no way Dani could get through it and they had run out of time. 

The corridor leading out of here, towards the elevators, was swarming with white clad people. Danny could just barely see his classmates through them, being led out of here. Dozens of people in white. All of them pointing different ecto weapons at him. He was trapped. Not that he would have left anyhow, not without Dani.

With a growl he threw himself forward, ready to fight until his heart stopped beating entirely, all in the hope that maybe Dani might escape. 

Person after person he downed with punches and kicks he barely pulled - too angry to care that he might accidentally kill a human with his superior strength. These monsters would deserve it too, for what they had done to his sister. 

The hallway was soon filled with injured and unconscious white bodies, but no matter how many Danny put down, more came to take their place. And those he managed to take down managed to hurt him in turn. Ectoburns littered his body. Cuts sluggishly bled ectoplasm but there were so many of them he was soon covered in green. Electricity made his whole body spasm and had his eyesight white out for a few seconds each time. Bones cracked and broke.

Still Danny fought.

He fought until there was no strength left in his body. Until the pain was all he felt. Until he could no longer keep his body upright. 

With one last scream of defiance, loud enough to almost turn into a Wail, Danny fell, surrounded by dozens of white clad bodies.

#dp #danny fenton #danny phantom #sam manson #tucker foley #mr lancer #guys in white #violence cw #injury cw #phic phight #phic phight 2022 #indrel writes

[seriouslysnape]

Letting Down Easy

Harry Potter x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Overstimulation, Breast play.

Word Count: 1,469

“I’m not upset with you, lovely.”

Harry sniffed as the last of his tears leaked from his bleary eyes. 7 orgasms. You had made him cum 7 times and in multiple ways over the course of the last few hours. The poor boy was exhausted. He was completely tuckered out with absolutely nothing left to give. Not to mention that he had slipped far into a subspace somewhere between the fourth and fifth orgasm. He was totally gone and not in his normal mindset.

You couldn’t even depend on him to pick up your sweater off of the floor because he was so tired. His muscles were contracting and releasing as fast as they could from all the adrenaline and overstimulation. His words slurred together and sometimes stringed together a sentence of words that didn’t belong to each other. That’s when you knew he had enough. You never pushed him to the point where he physically couldn’t do it anymore. There was a difference between him thinking he couldn’t give you one more, and then him actually not being able to. You knew to call it quits the second he couldn’t do it.

He was a whimpering mess, and he just couldn’t seem to calm down. You hushed him once you had fallen from your own final climax, running your hands along his chest and core to bring him back down to Earth. Your legs were firmly planted on either side of his hips, not allowing himself to go anywhere. His chest inflated as much as it could with each inhale as he tried to regain his breath.

“Harry…” You sang to him, your voice much lighter and sweeter than it had been previously, “Look at me, baby.”

Harry’s head turned from its lolled side position, his piercing eyes gazing up at you. You could see it in his face that he wasn’t having many thoughts other than that he wanted more, even though you knew he was way too far off for any more.

“Was...was I good, Mommy?” He croaked, his voice small and weak.

You rustled his hair, scratching at his scalp lovingly.

“It’s not Mommy anymore, Harry. It’s [Y/N],” You reminded him, “You were so good. Such a good boy.”

A temporary look of relief washed over his face, his head falling back onto the pillow so far that his eyes were now trained on the headboard.

“A good boy…” He repeated as if it were the nicest thing you had ever told him.

“Yes, Harry. You’re my good boy,” You told him, “You’re all soft now, huh?”

You had said that second part as an attempt to show him that he had indeed done what he was supposed to do. He had done everything you had instructed him to do perfectly and without any flaws. However, his head shot up to peer down at his cock laying relaxed between his legs, and his expression changed to pure panic, letting you know that you shouldn’t have said that.

“S-Soft?!” He sputtered, positively mortified that his erection was gone.

“Well, yeah, love. You got off more than-”

“I’m sorry, Mommy! I’m sorry that I’m not hard and I can’t make you cum anymore!” He squealed, a new set of tears returning to his eyes for a totally different purpose.

You stared down at him with widened, concerned eyes. You had never seen him act quite like this. You had pushed him into subspaces before, but never so much to where he was beside himself with emotions.

“Harry,” You breathed in a surprised tone, “I’m not upset with you, lovely.”

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to be bad. I’m not a good boy, I wanna be your good boy, Mommy!” He sobbed, blubbering over his words.

He was a wreck at this point. He was wailing and crying so hard that he was hiccuping between breaths. His glasses fogged up from the condensation of his tears, blocking his vision completely. You reached to pluck them from his face, wiping them off with the edge of the sheet on his bed as you spoke as lightly as possible.

“Listen to me, angel,” You ordered, putting his glasses on his face again once the tears stopped forming, “You are a good boy. You’re always my good boy. You did such a good job, and I’m proud of you. But you gotta come back for me, Harry.”

He didn’t like that answer. He didn’t like that at all.

“But I’m right here! I wanna make you feel good and I wanna make Mommy happy!” He shrieked, still completely overwhelmed with feelings.

You were beginning to really worry now. You feared you had pushed him too hard and now you weren’t sure how to let him back down easy. Your sweet talking and gentle caresses weren’t working. 

“It’s [Y/N], Harry. Not Mommy anymore,” You reminded him again, “You make me very, very happy.”

“But I can’t get hard anymore! I can’t make Mommy feel good.” He coughed, beginning to literally choke on his cries.

“Harry, how many times did you cum?” You asked, trying a different tactic.

He sniffed again.

“What?” He queried meekly.

“How many times did you cum for me?” You asked again.

His eyes shone with tears and ecstasy as he refused to look away from you.

“Uhm...seven?” He said more as a question, because honestly he had lost track.

“That’s right. Seven,” You nodded with a reassuring grin, “You did such a good job for me. You were my good boy like you are every time.”

The tear tracks on his cheeks were breaking your heart. His entire behavior was killing you. You felt terrible for making him this upset. 

“Every time...your good boy…” He echoed his tears stopping once again.

You nodded once more, hoping that maybe you had finally begun to pull him out of his subspace.

“Yes, Harry. My good boy.” You assured him.

His cries mellowed out back into a few dull whimpers. Thankfully, he seemed to be breathing easier and the shaking of his muscles had dwindled into occasional spasms. His gaze trailed from your face to your free breasts, his eyes staring hungrily at them. Harry always had a bit of a soft spot for your tits. He loved watching them bounce when you rode him or when he thrusted into you. He adored them. Your lips upturned into more of a smirk when you caught his glance.

“You want to suck my tits, baby? Would that make you feel better?” You questioned him, already knowing the answer.

His eyes brightened when he looked at your eyes again.

“Can I? Please?” He pleaded, his lips already parting with desire.

You unstraddled him in response, laying down on the mattress and against the pillows with a relaxed sigh. You coaxed him to lay between your legs so his head was in the right position.

“Go ahead, sweet boy. I know you like this.” You granted him.

He gave your breasts another look over before he wrapped his mouth around your right nipple. You didn’t dare let out the moan that threatened to escape, because you were afraid it’d send him back into hysterics if he heard you. It undoubtedly sent rushes of arousal through you, but you could deal with it on your own later...or just ignore it until next time. A content hum bubbled out of Harry’s chest as his tongue swirled around your bud, creating suction to send the most wonderful waves through you and to put himself at ease.

Harry didn’t really suck your tits often. If he did it was in the heat of the moment or because he was super stressed out. It was never in a moment like this. He had his head resting between your breasts as he nursed your nipple. His ear picked up every thump of your heart, which shockingly helped bring him out of the sex ridden daze he was in.

He turned his head at one point to pay your other breast some love, sucking and kissing it just as he had the other one. Your hand was on his head, rubbing his hair and dragging your nails carefully through it. The silence was comforting other than the occasional sucking sound being heard from his mouth, and it gave both of you time to recover.

After maybe ten minutes or so, Harry lifted his head and smiled sleepily. He wasn’t completely out of his haze yet, but he was much better than before. He’d be okay soon enough. A good night of tender care and an even better night of sleep was sure to bring him back fully.

“Feeling okay, Harry?” You asked him.

He nodded his head lazily, leaving another kiss between your breasts.

“Yeah. Never better.”

#harry potter #harry potter x reader #harry potter x fem!reader #harry potter x you #harry potter x y/n #harry potter x female reader #harry potter smut #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fluff #harry potter imagine #seriouslysnape

[sapnapsimper420]

Yo could I request some headcannons of them with an reader who is really good with kids? Like they act really parental and generally kids are just calmer around them? Preferably with a male reader-

S/O Who's Good with Kids Headcanons

❥︎ genre // fluff

❥︎ main character(s) // Foolish, Karl, Dream, Sapnap, George, Wilbur, c!Techno, Eret

❥︎ warnings // n/a

❥︎ reader pronouns // he/him

❥︎ note(s) // I love how pretty much every request I've gotten is started with yo

Foolish

Foolish seems like the kind of guy who wants a family

So when he takes you home to meet his family and you immediately gravitate toward his younger family members, he melts

The kids love you, so Foolish brings you to every single family event in the future

One time he asks if the two of you can take the kids to the park nearby and when he gets a yes, you light up

You're helping one of the kids tie their shoes again when both of you hear the other crying

So you rush to them and calm them down just enough so that they show you their hands and knees where they've scraped them after falling

And then they calm down even more when you start soothing them

Overall Foolish is smitten for you, and definitely brings up the idea of having a family with you on more than one occasion

Karl

Karl loves kids so the first thing you two talked about on a date was family

And when he learned this handsome boy who was interested in him wanted a family too? Pure joy

He introduced you to the Mr Beast team first, and Chris brought Tucker (because why would Karl pass up a chance to see Tucker?)

Karl watches you melt before his eyes and just fall in love with Tucker

"Babe. We need one."

Dream

Dream wants a family but not for a little bit

He just doesn't want them to be the target of haters, y'know?

But then he meets your family and sees how you are with younger siblings

One of them asks for help with homework? You're on it. Another wants your help colouring? Suddenly you know everything there is to know about colour wheels

Dream just watches with a goofy little smile on his face

"I changed my mind. Let's have a kid." "Dream, we can't have a kid. Let's adopt one instead."

Sapnap

Sapnap is shy about what he wants but when you bring up the idea of a family he's immediately on board

He considers himself to be okay with kids but you? You're a god with kids

You offer to babysit for your friends and family fairly often and he gets so happy seeing you babysit because it makes him feel like the possibility of having a family with you is right there

He gets so soft anytime someone talks about it (generally in a good way) and is just like "yeah that's my boyfriend, he's so good with kids and we're gonna get our own someday"

George

George has always been on the track of "kids are cool but I don't want one"

And you agree with him, but that doesn't stop you from babysitting your friends kids because you're good at it and you have fun with them

More than once he's been dragged into helping you make cookies with the kids

And while he doesn't want kids seeing the way you are with them makes him a little more hesitant about that thought

Any time you babysit he tells you how much he loves you after, thinking he's being subtle about how soft you made him

He's not

Wilbur

Wilbur would be unsure about having a family

Like he wants to focus on himself first y'know

Then he meets you and here you are, tiny little brother that you have custody over for reasons you dislike talking about

And he's hesitant at first because that is a child and that means a family with you, his new boyfriend that he actually really likes a lot

After talking with you more he decides "y'know what yeah I'll stay with him. I'll give it a shot"

He doesn't regret it

Seeing the way you care for your brother makes him lose his mind in the softest way possible

c!Techno

Techno's track record with kids was... horrible, to say the least

And when you came to his cabin, carrying a small piglin hybrid in your arms? He was terrified

Half of the voices were begging for him to protect the two of you and the other half were asking for blood

So he ran at first

And when he came back a couple of days later he found you crying quietly while cooing to the baby piglin hybrid

The kid was the calmest he's ever seen a piglin hybrid be, just sitting on your lap playing with your fingers while letting out calming huffs and snorts

Techno is hit with the strongest sense of longing and love for you and this child

After a long, long conversation the two of you agreed to parent this piglin

Eret

Both of you want kids and that's always been a well known fact between the two of you

So when you bring up the idea of adoption they're ecstatic

Instant yes

Before you can go through the official process you're asked by one of your mutual friends to babysit their kid for a week while they go on a trip for work

The two of you agree and Eret is just taken aback by how good you are with kids

This chaotic little six year old listens to you without hesitation and he just watches as you act out a little tea party with them, knowing you'll be the best dad any kid could ever ask for

#sapnapsimper writes #dream smp imagine #dream smp imagines #sapnap imagine #sapnap x reader #sapnap fluff #dream imagine #dream x reader #dream fluff #georgenotfound imagine #georgenotfound x reader #georgenotfound fluff #foolish x reader #foolish imagine #foolish fluff #karl jacobs fluff #karl jacobs x reader #karl jacobs imagine #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot imagine #wilbur soot fluff #technoblade x reader #technoblade fluff #eret imagine #eret fluff #eret x reader

[lucifer-is-a-bag-of-dicks]

what happened the first time Wes tried to crack open the Danny is Phantom conspiracy did he like, confront Danny first or was it all behind his back like, maybe hoping ground zero would be lost among the gossip and that Danny wouldn't find out who spilled the beans once everyone knew

I mean it obviously wouldn't work because nobody believed him and the gossip didn't take off very far beyond a few people talking about Wes being kinda weird

I should absolutely write a fic about this.

I am absolutely going to write a fic about this.

I AM RIGHT NOW GOING TO WRITE A FIC ABOUT THIS.

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"Hey Fenton! Fenton!!" Dash came bounding over and threw a meaty arm around his shoulder.

"Jesus Dash! What?!" Danny buckled under the weight (pretended to anyway) as Dash gave him a surprisingly lighthearted punch on the arm.

"You haven't heard?! Wes has this total batshit insane theory, it's hilarious!"

Dash was in a genuine giggle-fit, Danny didn't think he'd ever seen him this merry, he was also starting to suspect he was going to leave this conversation being the butt of the joke somehow. Wait-

"Wes? Who the heck is Wes?" Danny asked, it wasn't like he knew everyone in school, like Dash seemed to.

"He's on the basketball team, you know, tall guy, red hair, threw a sick move at least month's game! You know, WES!"

"I didn't watch that game."

"Oh," said Dash, flatly, "Oh yeah, almost forgot you're a total nerd. Anyway, like I was saying!"

Dash grabbed Danny by the shoulders and nearly lifted him off the floor.

"Wes thinks," he could barely speak through his giggling, he even snorted a few times, "Wes thinks your secretly PHANTOM."

Dash dropped Danny back down as he doubled over laughing.

"Could you imagine?! You! You're not even DEAD!" Dash honest to god slapped his knee in mirth.

Danny went through an incredibly swift array of emotions in the span of about five seconds.

The first was fear, clear and bracing, then came confusion, how did he know? Had he seen something? Then there was hope, Dash didn't believe it, and if DASH didn't believe it, maybe nobody else believed it either. Then relief, he could roll with this, he could TOTALLY roll with this! Dash was right! It was absurd, it was ridiculous, it was hilarious, him being Phantom? What utter nonsense!

Sam and Tucker had been standing by his side at a Dash-safe distance, looking absolutely horrified. Sam looked ready to jump in and lay down a swift defence, but Danny gave a quick little low wave for her to stand down. He got this.

"Oh my god SERIOUSLY?" Danny busted out a slightly hysterical laugh, okay so he wasn't completely over the initial terrified anxiety.

"How could I- I mean what- WHY does he think I'M Phantom?! I mean how does that even work I don't-"

Dash clapped him on the shoulder, this was probably the most contact he'd ever had with him without being physically assaulted.

"I know right?! Like apparently he thinks you look alike? And he's all like 'But I've seen his eyes glow green' and 'they're never in the same roo-hoo-hoom." Dash wheezed and started hacking and coughing.

Danny carefully constructed a look of offence.

"Hey I mean, it's not THAT funny. Why couldn't I be Phantom! I know how to use a Fenton Thermos! Look I even HAVE one right-" he torn open his backpack and pulled one out, making sure to fumble it in a terrific display of fuck-uppery and drop it noisily on the cafeteria floor, he dropped to his knees trying to grab it but knocked it under a table.

A few girls standing nearby who'd been listening in started tittering, one of the guys sitting at the table snorted milk through his nose and Dash was just about on the floor in hysterics.

Even Sam and Tucker covered their mouths in an attempt to look like they were holding in laughter. Tucker muttered to Sam, just loud enough for people around to hear.

"I mean, he's our friend and we love him, but god that was painful to watch. He knows he's terrible at ghost hunting! He's got like, nothing but thumbs."

Danny climbed under the table, grabbed at the thermos and lifted it up as he crawled back out.

"See! See! I have a thermos! I could TOTALLY be Phantom!"

Sam walked over and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder. "It's okay bud, I think you'd be a great Phantom." her voice was thick with her usual sarcasm, soaked in pity though it were.

Danny's ears burned in embarrassment, he might have been humiliating himself on purpose, but it was still humiliating, watching everyone laugh at him for being so weak and incompetent. He was grateful to his friends for pushing through their discomfort and keeping up the act, it was still painful, but it came with a wash of pure unadulterated relief.

Nobody believed this Wes guy, nobody thought it could be even remotely possible. People would talk about it for a little while, have a laugh, maybe there would be a few memes and in-jokes, but eventually it would drop off. People would forget all about it and it would be just another notch on the gossip mill belt.

Even if someone DID believe it, they could never admit it for fear of vicious ridicule, for once in his life peer pressure was his friend.

And then Wes walked in.

Once Danny saw him he realised that he did recognise Wes, he'd seen him hanging around Kwan a few times, and chatting with Star, he was also in Danny's english class. That was about as familiar as he got with the guy, they'd never spoken a word to each other.

Wes had a terrifying expression of seething fury ripping across his face. He was glaring at Dash.

"It's NOT. FUNNY."

Dash was completely unable to stand, it was honestly overkill, Danny almost thought he was hamming it up on purpose, but maybe not, his face was turning an alarming shade of red after all.

"Wes don-" Dash gasped. "Don't do this to me man, I can't brea-" Dash was gasping for air, trying desperately to hold down the giggles.

Danny could almost see steam rising as Wes seethed. Then suddenly that furious stare was shooting daggers straight at him. Danny shrank into himself, looking as small and helpless as he possibly could.

"Uh hey Wes, um, I've heard the news." he joked tacking on a nervous laugh for emphasis. "Uh, soooo," he tossed the thermos from hand to hand, nearly dropping it again. "Is this like, just a joke or do you really-?"

Dash continued to wheeze, Kwan was holding him up by the arm, muttering about getting some water to cool off.

Wes strode over until he and Danny were face to face, he was taller by a good couple inches, even more so with Danny making a conscious effort to appear small.

Wes jabbed a sharp finger into his collarbone.

"Don't think I'm fooled by this pathetic act you've got going on, I am ONTO you, Phantom." he spat.

Danny glanced sidelong at the table beside him, silently begging for assistance, they only watched in silence, strained faces trying not to laugh. A glance the other way to his friends, they simply shrugged.

"Um, okaaay," Danny started backing away slowly. "Uh look Wes I am honestly really flattered but, do we really look that alike?" Danny ran a hand through his hair and then pointed up at Wes. "I mean we BOTH kinda have Phantom's haircut."

Sam deadpanned from the sidelines, "Maybe they're BOTH Phantom."

"We should start marketing that haircut." Tucker muttered to himself, tapping something on his tablet. "We could make a fortune, are you any good at hairdressing?"

Sam shot him a look of disgust and did not dignify the question with a response.

"Don't play dumb you two," said Wes, flipping his focus, "You're definitely in on this!"

The entire cafeteria was awash with giggles by this point. Just about everyone had heard about Wes' theory, but were mostly convinced it was some kinda joke. Now? Now they knew Wes was straight up fucking delusional.

He glanced around as people laughed, at him. At HIM.

"It's not funny!" he yelled over the crowed, the tittering increased in volume. Someone across the room yelled-

"Hey if I get the haircut, can I be Phantom too?"

One of the goths stood up on her seat.

"I've GOT the haircut! Mom says it's MY TURN to be the Phantom!"

There was a fresh round of mirthful laughter, some kids wheezing as hard as Dash had been. Another few kids piped up above the cacophony, throwing jokes of their own.

"I've got a soup thermos so I'm Phantom now, sorry sweaty I don't make the rules."

"If I wear a Phantom shirt does that make me Phantom ALL the time or am I only Phantom when I'm wearing it?"

"I have an ass, Phantom has an ass. Conclusion: I am Phantom's ass."

"Tag yourself I'm the thermos."

"DO THE BUTTS MATCH?"

Wes had been trying to scream over the din, infuriated, desperate to find SOMEONE who would listen.

Danny gave him a pat on the back.

"Hey, if it makes you feel any better, The Guys in White once hunted some guy down because he had white hair, if a government agency can fuck that up then-"

Wes slugged him.

It wasn't a particularly solid punch like Dash's hits, it was quick and precise, Was wasn't a brawny guy, but he was lean and fast and had good aim.

Danny whuffed out a heavy breath as Wes' fist collided with his sternum and he collapsed to the floor.

Everyone in the cafeteria lost their shit, a few people screamed and one table of football jocks all stood up chanting, "FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT. FIGHT."

Tucker ran over to him as Sam stepped up and without hesitation slammed a fist straight into Wes' nose.

The footballers lost their minds, one of the goths stood up on their table screaming "REPRESEEENT!!"

Wes backed up immediately, crying out from the sharp pain blossoming across his face, he'd never been hit before and couldn't pull his thoughts together quick enough to throw a punch back at her, so he was taken by surprise once again as Sam placed a solid roundhouse kick to his stomach.

He had certainly not been expecting that kind of brute strength from her, she had incapacitated him swiftly and effectively, barely having broken a sweat.

One of his teammates hollered over the crowd and came barrelling down on the goth, she dodged without batting an eye and darted nimbly out of the way, giving the guy a quick kick in the pants to throw him off balance as she rocketed for the cafeteria door.

As Wes took a deep breath through his mouth, his nose dripping blood, he realised that Danny and Tucker were gone. The fight had lasted only seconds but Sam had run distraction well enough for the boys to take off without anyone noticing, a glance around showed Tucker supporting Danny about to exit through the cafeteria doors.

The doors opened to an out of breath Mr Lancer on the other side.

"'The Light Fantastic!' WHAT is going on here?!"

Oh they were all so fucked.

#danny phantom #wes weston #I definitely wanna write a sequel in detention #danny phantom fanfiction #Lula's headcanons #Lula's fanfics

[lemonhobgoblin]

Softer than the Summer Night

Mothman X (gender neutral) Reader

Length: 2k

Genre: Slight NSFW & Fluff

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"Stay don't move please," you wearily voiced into the dark.

When you spoke it worsened the strain you were feeling, your face contorted in discomfort. Even the thought of being moved was enough to get you squirming and whining. On your aching knees, hunched over, knuckles turning lighter in color, and eyes fixed ahead.

The sounds of the city outside your home were overshadowed by your ragged breath. All you could hear was breath and beating heart. You couldn't endure this any longer. You knew you couldn’t stay like this forever. You desperately wanted to move and finish what you started, and backing out now was far from being a feasible option.

"Fuck." Feeling a slight slip up on the other end. You physically couldn't take much more of this.

Your grip on the material you had bunched in your hands was loosening, and your reign on things was beginning to drastically falter.

"O fuck me" you breathed out frustrated, resting your head against a wooden frame. You could feel yourself getting tuckered out from this ordeal, feeling yourself becoming flushed with a light layer of sweat coating your skin. This was a good time as any now and fully let go. Knees and thighs sore from holding your still form, you began to move, releasing yourself of this hold.

"Ahhhh," you moaned out, watching in disbelief as the blanket slipped off the chair. Frustrated you threw yourself back onto the cool floor. You wasted your time doing that for nothing.

Heated at how the fabric refused to stay in place no matter how much you adjusted it. You flopped onto the hard floor to cool down. The cool ground felt refreshing on your steamy body. You didn't even want to look at it at the fort at the moment. Knowing you would just give up if you tried again immediately. You decided to rest your eyes and give yourself some time to collect yourself. Giving yourself some time before getting back to work on it.

Why wouldn’t it stay when you wanted it to stay.

Perhaps you should've just waited for your partner to bring you the supplies and figure out what to do from there. Of course, you being you, you got a little impatient eager.

It wasn’t a minute till you felt a presence hovering over you- watching.

Cracking open your eyes, you saw standing over you was a large humanoid moth-like creature looking down upon your disheveled form. Holding a batch of items in his arms, curiously staring at you. Tilting his head, confused as to why you were on the floor and.. sweaty?

"Hey, you grabbed the stuff I asked for?" You asked. Not wanting to get into the details as to why you were down on the ground defeated.

He nodded.

"Cool, well just give me a minute more. I'm almost done here. I still need to fix some things." Launching yourself back into a sitting position, getting back to work on keeping the blanket in place, only for it to slip off the wooden dining chair again.

Groaning over the fact that you were making a fool of yourself- especially in front of Mothman. He shouldn’t have to see in all your shame. Meantime, Mothman was just standing there completely unaware of what's going on still, but content to be part of it.

Internally wallowing to yourself, unsure whether you should continue or throw yourself into your half-done structure and call it a night.

Then it hit you.

Recalling that you asked for Mothman to bring duct tape. Looking back, scanning through the items within his arms. You successfully spotted the tape that was cradled within his right arm.

"Can you pass me that duct tape in your arms?" you pointed.

"No, not that"

"it's right there. That's not it."

Redirecting him and pointing out what you wanted, only to end up playing a guessing game. Sifting through each item, and saying no to everything he held out. How he was able to get the supplies you asked for? You'll never know.

After the first ten items, Mothman dropped all the material onto the floor with a thud. Thinking it would be easier to get what you wanted. Unsurprised, you stared at the pile straight lip. “No problem that is just as effective."

Crawling to the pile in the middle living room of your home, to grab the roll of tape.

What started as a calm night alone, became a little date night-with Mothman coming over uninvited. This wasn't uncommon he did this quite often, but you never turned him down always glad to welcome him in. That and also the fact you didn't want a seven-foot monster outside your window scratching at your window like a stray cat begging to be let in and draw attention to himself.

Bringing you up to speed now, putting together a fort. Clearly, rusty, it's been some time since you made a blanket fort. It wasn't your fault, you were always busy to do anything like this. Even if you did have the time, it just never occurred to you to do so after a long day of work. Usually, the closest thing to this, is you grabbing a throw blanket and pillow onto the floor with maybe some plushies and calling it a day.

But with Mothman in the picture, you had to get creative with things to do at home. Meaning you coming up with indoor activities and not go out in public at all. So no causal stroll by the park, or popping into a nice establishment and chat. As amusing it would be going out, you couldn’t do that for Mothman’s safety and especially those around. Leaving you both to see each other deep in the wilderness at night, in the abandoned TNT facility where the Cryptid resided and here in your home.

And you both managed to keep each other occupied- getting into ridiculous shenanigans. There wasn’t a day you were bored of one another’s company, even when you both had nothing to do. It was always a good time. And today was any different.

Tapping down the blanket against stile of the chair and now the moment of truth. Removing your hands and...

It didn’t move. It stayed.

“Finally!” throwing your arms up in triumph. Behind you, Mothman watched your mini victory pose. Unsure what you were doing with your arms in the air he mimicked your gesture.

“Alright, just a few more things.” Walking back to the heap on the ground, pushing and gathering all of it into the fort to do some final touch-ups. Leaving Mothman to awkwardly put his arms down as you disappeared inside.

Decorating and organizing the interior of the fort, striving to make it as pleasant and comfy as possible. Knowing that Mothman probably hasn't experienced this before. You wanted this to be perfect. Well as perfect as you could, given that you already used tape.

Amid you’re scrambling, a curious and impatient Mothman wanted a quick glimpse, to get a clue to what you were doing. He figured it was shelter, but why make another within your home.

As quiet as he could, he tried to lower himself onto all fours - to sneakily get a peek inside. Unfortunately, due to his large stature mixed with the old floorboard, you were alerted of him snooping by the sound of squeaky floorboards.

“Not yet." You said, popping, catching him off guard, in the act.

Surprised he just looked down, pretending he was looking at something interesting. Squinting your eyes, you went back inside.

Once you were back inside, he was back to his antics, and once more you heard his attempt. "Not yet" you reminded, poking out once more before going back in.

Of course, that didn't stop. He tried his hand again and you knew him too well, you were quick to scold him from inside without having to peer out.

Startled, his antennas and the fur on his body puffed out. How do you see him? Looking around to see if you were behind him or somewhere else in the room. Are you still in there? A valid reason for him to look inside now, he chirped eagerly. “Nice, try. I’m still in here and you can’t come in yet,” you announced.

Defeated, he deflated and resigned himself to sitting on the floor picking at the rug. Fortunately, he didn't have too long.

"Okay, you can come in" you called out.

You were content with the work you did both inside and out; well mostly inside. A couple of plush blankets laid on the ground with pillows lined against the walls of the interior and little something extra strung around. But there was still a good amount of space, that even Mothman could probably fit inside. Reaching for the electric lantern, to illuminate the area. You heard shuffling behind you- figuring it was the Cryptid making himself comfortable.

Lantern in hand you turned right around, the light flicking on, and was greeted with misjudgment.

Guess not you thought.

Seated smack dab in the middle, Mothman had unceremoniously become a support beam for the structure. His head pitching up the sinking portion of the blanket up. Clearly, this wasn’t large enough.

"I thought this would be big enough." You huffed to yourself.

You felt positive this was big enough, thinking to yourself - trying to see how you could fix this. Whereas Mothman just did his own thing and took matters into his own hands.

"Maybe if you-“You trailed off, watching him crawl further inside before rolling onto his back, laying his head against a pillow you set near the walls of the fort - stretching his legs across the entire interior and his feet simply hanging out from the entrance. “Or that. That's fine too."

Inching closer to him, you noted his pleasant demeanor, his chest rising steadily as he breathed in deeply, his fur ruffling up and flattening back as he exhaled. His limbs going completely slack, his muscles loosened. He was completely at ease.

“Comfy?” you teased.

He chirped in response.

"Well, I'm about to up the ante," you crawled over across his torso, reaching for a switch just near him.

"1,2,3" with a click, the interior light up with a soft warm golden glow of fairy lights strewn about all over. Though it may be cheap lighting, its beautifully sparkling bulbs filled the area with a warm, cozy atmosphere as well giving you a sense of awe just as it did for Mothman.

"Do you like it?" You asked.

Sitting up with wide eyes, Mothman gazed on with the utmost sense of wonder, transfixed on the lights and nothing else. As if he was in a world of his own. This wasn’t anything new, honestly, this was one of the first things you noticed when you first met him. And you’ve seen his habit time and time again. But you could never grow tired of it. It was quite adorable.

"I’m assuming so.” You chuckled.

Your laugh snaked its way into his enraptured mind, knocking him out of his trance. He stared at you, nearly forgetting you were there. As luminous and beautiful as the light was, there was something missing.

It didn't take long for you to catch Mothman's sudden change in behavior-still as statue and eyes locked on you.

"Mothman?"

Without giving you a chance to ask, he moved toward you, lifting you from your spot like some common house cat with ease; body slack and no resistance. He placed you right in his lap, before laying back with you laying on top of him-your back against his chest.

This was a surprise but not an unwelcome one. You shifted into a more comfortable position, Flipping over onto your stomach, propping your head up with one hand while the other lightly stroke at his chest- you peered down at him. "Better?"

Mothman sunk further in his spot, completely in bliss, and if that wasn't proof enough Mothman purred even louder in pure content. Now it was perfect. Wrapping his arms around you, hugging you closer to him-making you rest your head on him. You smiled, digging your head further into his plush chest.

He finally realized what you made, it was a nest for the both of you. Thats why you were so eager to make this. He couldn't wait to put this fort to good use. But seeing how hard you work on this, he could only guess how tired you were after put this together. So he'll let you rest.

The strong vibration from his purring perforated through your body. Whatever tension or stress you had melted away. It was enough to slowly lull into a nice slumber.

Well there go your movie plans in here. But that was okay because this was better.

Together you both laid there in silence. The beat of his heart keeping in rhythm with yours along with the ambiance of the city outside your home. The feeling of his chest rising and falling with you. Sheltered under a flimsy but cushiony fort. You eventually succumbing to sleep while Mothman stayed up to keep watch - enjoying whatever time he had left with you till heading out before dawn. Until the next night, when you could see each other again. So for now, you both held each other in each other's arms on this soft summer night.

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A/N: Thanks for Reading!! <3

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