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Ectober 22
Isekai: Portal Shenanigans
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a/n: this ones for @d0ntjudgemy50shades my biggest ricciardo lover out there<3 enjoy it! and to the rest of yall, hope the new year brings you lots of love and peace!!
masterlist | singer!reader x daniel ricciardo
the three times you told him not to fall in love with you, and the one time you did.
Told you not to fall in love with me
If I won't give you everything you need
Warned you three times, seems that's not enough
Is it, love?
Listen up
one:
the knocking on your front door jolts you awake. you fumble for your phone, the illuminated screen nearly blinding you.
2.33 AM
what the fuck?
the knocking doesn't stop, and you force yourself to get out of bed, throwing on a hoodie so you don't freeze to death. you make your way to your front door, peaking through the peephole to see someone you never thought you'd see again.
he's about to raise his hand to knock on the door again, when you swing the door open swiftly.
"what the fuck, daniel?" you stick your head out of the door, looking down both sides of the corridor before dragging him into your apartment. you let go of his arm promptly, closing the door behind the both of you.
"what are you doing here?"
"i missed you too." he mocks, dropping his bag on the ground next to your kitchen island. you stand behind him, your arms folded.
"i thought you were going back to the ranch?"
he turns, a shit eating grin on his face, "surprise?"
"danny," you sigh tiredly, "it's almost three AM."
"i know, i know. but i really," he moves towards you, kissing you on the lips, "missed you."
you don't respond at first, but when he catches you relaxing, he presses another kiss on your lips. and the next thing you know your back is pressed against the countertop; his palms digging into your sides, your hands roaming under his sweatshirt.
and its not long before you both end up on your bed, you leaning against his chest, his arms wrapped around you as you both watched the sunrise.
well, you watched the sunrise, while daniel watched you.
"you're staring again." you tell him, your eyes still fixated on the orange and pink hues in the sky. daniel chuckled, rubbing your arms,
"only because you're so beautiful."
you hum, snuggling further into his arms. he squeezes you tighter, and the breath he takes before speaking tells you almost everything he wants to say,
"come with me to the next race?" he asks softly, knowing the possible response he was about to face.
"and let rumours fly?" you look up at him. he rolls his eyes and shakes his head. you've both been through this before.
"rumours won't fly, y/n."
you raise your brows at him, "oh, are you sure?"
"yes i am."
you sigh, both you and daniel weren't unfamiliar to the words exchanged. it was always the same thing, you fucked, you argued, then you moved on. so you slipped out of his embrace, putting on the same sweatshirt from last night and made your way out of the room.
"where are you going?" he asks, looking like an abandoned child in the middle of the bed. you don't turn to him, knowing that if you take even half a peep at him, your heart might cave in.
"just going to get coffee."
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two:
tequila shots, vodka sodas and whiskey on the rocks. that had been the cycle you were on for the entire night. it was the night after a long series of shows, and a couple of days off before you had to be in another city again, so the entire team was celebrating at a club in LA. you had been partying hard, dancing with a guy you met at the bar until an arm yanked you towards the exit.
you screamed in protest, whacking the arm that had a tight grip on you until you were both outside, the cool night breeze kissing your cheeks lightly.
"you were in town but you didn't even bother to show up to my party?" daniel shouts, attracting most of the attention outside the club. you had sobered up briefly, pushing him into a small alleyway away from prying eyes and eavesdropping shit stirrers. because the last thing you need was a headline filled with drunken gossip about you and a formula one driver.
"what do you want me to say, danny?" your words slurred a little, but your head was still straight. daniel stares at you for a moment before scoffing,
"maybe try 'i'm sorry'?"
"but i'm not." you state, folding your arms in front of you. daniel raises his brow, the sober you wouldn't even have this conversation at all, let alone argue back.
"i already told you before all of this, i can't give you what you need, danny." you continue, pushing your hair out of your face.
"is that what we tell each other in bed?" he quips back. you roll your eyes, taking a step towards him.
"what you want- what you need, is someone who's going to be by your side. go with you to every race, parade around the paddock as your woman. and you know i can't commit to that."
daniel looks you up and down, "why not?"
"because daniel! i'm constantly travelling around the world, playing shows in a different city every night, our schedules never align. and even if it did, we have less than 72 hours to fuck and get lost on to the next city, the next race." you ranted.
"but is that not enough? is that not enough to try, or to commit to one another?" he argues back. now he was just arguing for the sake of it, pushing your buttons, finding someway for you to cave in front of him.
you groan, "you're missing the fucking point, danny. what you need - is stability. someone who's going to show up after you have a bad race, have a bad day- and i can't do that for you when i'm constantly half way across the globe. do you understand?"
he closes the gap between the both of you, "no, no i don't, y/n. i'm trying to tell you that what we have is enough. what we have right now - three months apart, three days together - is enough for me to keep trying for you."
he holds your wrists, both your chests pressed against each other. you rest your forehead against his, the words leaving your mouth breaking him even more than before.
"but maybe its not enough for me to keep trying for you."
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three:
"thank you for being here." daniel says from behind, his hand resting on the small of your back as you both stood in a quiet corner of the room, recharging both your social batteries.
after LA, daniel had called to apologise even though it wasn't his fault, he showed up at your door with a large bouquet; and all was forgotten in some hot, make up sex thirty minutes later. if you could even call it that. deep down you knew it was your fault - daniel was ready to give you everything, shout your name from rooftops; yet you were out here fucking around with his emotions, lacking the commitment he yearned for since he met you.
and you felt guilty.
so in the moment of guilt, when daniel asked with his piercing brown eyes staring straight into yours, you agreed to be his plus one to a sponsorship event for mclaren.
he was shocked to say the least, but he couldn't be happier. he had gone on to get you a dark green dress and a sneaky pair of lingerie in the box, which you gladly put on the evening of the event. and you walked into the event hall hand in hand with him, earning whispers and gossips from the people who watched the both of you.
you lean back against him, sipping on white wine, "mm, it's not always when our schedules allow us to be together."
a silence falls between the both of you as you people watch, until daniel squeezes your hips to get your attention. he nods his head towards the left, and in the corner of your eye, you see zak brown making his way to the both of you.
"how are you enjoying your night?" he hugs daniel.
"good good." daniel responds.
zak smiles at you, then looks back to daniel, "is this your girlfriend?"
"oh no, we're just friends." daniel tells him way too quickly. and somehow, that leaves a sharp bitter taste in your mouth.
zak looks at daniel's arm snaked around your waist, and he raised his brows.
you raise your glass to the to the older man, "yeah, we're just friends."
"well, you two would make a great couple if you ever decide to give him a chance." zak winks at you, making you laugh, but it doesn't quite meet your eyes.
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plus one:
you knew you shouldn't have turned up at this race. you knew it was a bad idea to show up on the paddock with the daniel ricciardo. though it had nothing to do with the media or the gossip that started to fly, because as sad as it sounds, you were used to it by now.
but it had to do with every single nerve and emotion being on a high as you watched 20 cars drive at speeds unimaginable around a circuit. it had to do with the gasp that left your lips when you saw a orange car spin out into the gravel after being clipped in the rear.
"daniel? daniel do you copy?"
silence.
and it had everything to do with how this trash formula one team treated their "second" driver.
"daniel, is the car okay?" the radio message boomed through your ears. your jaw drops, and you had to stop yourself from lunging at his race engineer.
daniel's voice comes through the radio seconds later, and theres a visible sigh of relief throughout the garage.
"yup, i'm okay. car's fine."
what happened after that you don't remember, but you stood still in the garage with the huge orange headphones around your neck. you watch as daniel's car is rolled in and he jumps out of it, having a short conversation with michael before his eyes scan the room.
you don't move when you meet his eyes, and daniel makes his way towards you, a worried look on his face. its when he's within arms length that you throw your arms around him, holding him tighter than you ever did. you both relax into the touch, and daniel wraps his arms around your mid-section, his head buried in your neck.
"fuck," you breathe out, "i love you."
its a soft mumble into his shoulder, but daniel heard every word. you both don't pull away, a chuckle leaving daniel and you can feel it vibrate throughout his body.
"if i knew you'd confess your undying love for me after watching me spin out, i would've replayed all my fails to you in the last ten years."
you pull away, smacking his chest, "i hate you."
he grabs on to your wrist, pressing a kiss to your forehead,
"i love you too."
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I've finally finished the first chapter for Loving You Is A Losing Game! Here is the link to AO3, and I've also posted the first chapter under the cut.
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Danny stared at the portal, his finger merely one inch away from the self-destruct button. His hands shook as he stared down the portal.
Am I really doing this?
He took a deep breath, closing his eyes and releasing the tension from his body. It felt like this was the only way, but . . . It couldn’t be. There had to be something else he could do.
But he knew there wasn’t. Things had changed. He couldn’t stand being here, alone in Amity Park, where nobody cared about him unless it was to shove him into a locker and where his parents were planning to kill him. He was tired of waiting for someone to see him, tired of waiting for something to change.
Because nothing would.
He’d destroyed Vlad’s portal to the Ghost Zone and stolen his blueprints so he wouldn’t be able to make another one, and he’d planned on doing the same for his parents portal, too, but now . . .
He couldn’t do it.
Danny fled upstairs, away from the portal, away from the basement, away from the place he’d died three years ago and no one had noticed.
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Danny could safely say that today was the worst day of his life.
His friends hadn’t spoken to him since they’d started hanging out with Gregor two months ago. Since they’d replaced him with Gregor two months ago. Danny didn’t hold out much hope that they’d talk to him today. He hadn’t had hope for the past week now.
He hadn’t been planning on going to school today, but he knew that if Principal Ishiyama sent another call to his parents he’d be grounded. And since ghost attacks had decreased after he’d destroyed Vlad’s portal three weeks ago, getting grounded meant incessant boredom. Or having to listen to his parents talking about the experiments they planned on doing to Phantom. The thought of that alone made him feel faint - actually having to experience it would be ten times worse. Which was why Danny snuck into class halfway through first period, using his invisibility and intangibility to pretend he’d been there the whole time. Not that he thought it would work on Lancer. He had a sneaking suspicion that Lancer was the only person besides Wes who knew he was Phantom.
Danny held in a bitter laugh. Somehow, his friend circle had gone from Sam, Tucker and Valerie to Wes. And Wes had spent the better part of two years attempting to reveal his identity.
The period ended, and Danny just walked straight through the wall next to his desk and into the corridor outside, not caring if anyone saw him. He knew no one would believe that he was Phantom. After all, Wes had tried to tell the town for years and had failed, at least until the GIW attack seven months ago when he’d realized exactly what was waiting for Danny if his identity was revealed. Wes had gotten a lot cooler since then, slowly entering his friend group.
Until Gregor. Until everything had happened and Sam and Tucker had decided to kick him to the curb. Valerie had already done so two years ago, when he’d first revealed to her that he was Phantom. She hadn’t taken it well.
Danny still had a scar from when she’d stabbed him with a knife made from ecto-ranium.
He reached his locker, not even bothering to act surprised when Wes was standing leaning on the wall right next to it. He knew Wes would have been watching him through the bugs he’d placed in Fentonworks.
Wes was always watching Fentonworks.
Danny opened up his locker, pulling out a random textbook. “I couldn’t do it.”
“I saw,” Wes said, not unkindly. He paused for a moment, before asking, “Wanna talk about it?”
“No.”
Wes stared at him for a few seconds before nodding. “You planning on doing it tonight?”
“I was thinking I’d spend the night at yours, actually.” Danny slammed his locker shut and turned to face Wes. “My parents have an idea for a new invention.”
Wes clenched his fist. “All the more reason to do it tonight.”
Danny took a deep breath. “I can’t, Wes. Not tonight. I can’t go down there again. I died there, Wes, and no one noticed and I can’t go back to the basement and stand in front of the portal and push that button, I just can’t.”
Wes hesitated. "All right." He pushed Danny to the side and opened up his locker. Danny was about to protest when Wes took the books from his hand and gave him a different set of books.
“You have English now, idiot.” Wes shook his head. “Not Chemistry.”
Danny blinked, taking the books. “Thanks.”
Wes grinned at him, slinging an arm over his shoulder. “No problem, dumbass.”
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Danny wasn’t entirely sure how it had happened, but somehow, his parents had captured a shade.
Humans couldn’t even see shades.
Danny would have to figure out a way to get his parents to spill the beans on how they’d caught the poor thing, but right now he needed to come up with a plan to sneak in and return the shade to the Ghost Zone, where it belonged.
It wouldn’t be particularly difficult. All he’d have to do would be to make sure that his parents were sufficiently distracted, and then he could open the portal and get the shade through to the other side. Which was why he was currently standing invisibly outside the basement door, waiting for the call Wes would make with one of his burner phones to Fentonworks, and when his family inevitably answered it, they’d be told that there was a ghost attack in progress at the park. The pair would immediately rush to the GAV, leaving Danny free to go down and save the shade.
Danny pressed himself further into the wall as the house phone rang and Mom walked out of the basement, muttering about bothersome people interrupting their work , a scowl on her face. The scowl, however, immediately vanished as she heard what was being said by the person on the other end. He watched as the call ended and she rushed downstairs, excitement evident on her face, and a few minutes later both she and Dad ran out of the basement and into the garage. Danny released a breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, and sank through the floor and into the basement. The sooner he got this over with the better.
It was easy enough to find the shade; after all, they were both ectoplasmic entities, and shades in particular were so common that Danny had no trouble finding them even in his human form. Which was good, since unlike blob ghosts, shades had such low levels of ectoplasm that his ghost sense couldn’t locate them at all. Danny opened the small ecto-resistant container his parents had trapped the shade inside, and held his hand out, waiting. The shade jumped into his palm after only a few seconds. He held back a grin as he walked over to the portal. Easy . Now all he had to do was get the shade to the Ghost Zone.
Danny held his hand over the button that would open the Ghost Portal.
It was shaking.
Danny closed his eyes and tried to relax. This wasn’t even the same button. It was in an entirely different location. He wasn’t going to die again - not unless he felt like it. Danny felt his lips twitch at the joke, and emboldened, he opened his eyes and quickly pressed the button, jumping back almost immediately.
The Fenton Ghost Portal came to life, a green glow that looked almost like a maw forming inside of it. Danny shot through and quickly found the shade in his palm a nice island with a bunch of other shades. He sent out a wave of safe-protect-happy so the shade would know it was safe to stay there, before returning to the realm of the living.
He wished he could stay in the Ghost Zone a bit longer.
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Love at first misdemeanor
Officer Jackie Hill was making his round when he saw a guy tagging “ALL COPS ARE PIGS” on the sides of the district elementary school. Moving out of his car, he shouted, “Hey! HEY! Not nice, dude!”
The man did not look like much. He had bags under his eyes, and was as tall as he was skinny. The plaid jacket on his frame looked way too big and the dark pants had a slight cut over the left knee. Dark curly hairs, a stubble and deep brown eyes gave him an almost gothic look without even trying.
The man had at least the decency of not resisting when Jackie approached him, but he looked quite angry when Jack pulled out the contravention ticket and grabbed his hand.
Suddenly, Jackie felt soft in his limbs, and very empty in the brain. “No need to be angry, see?” The stranger asked. “Yeeaa.. Yeaaahhhh” The officer dumbly nodded. He didn’t think about the man and the tag anymore. The only thing that interested him was this feeling of numbing bliss. Was that what you feel when you are high? When the man started to tug on their joined hands to get him to follow him, he was more than happy to follow him. He didn’t have to think if the man would choose what to do for him.
Jackie felt sick for a moment. Then, the man and him were standing in front of an apparently abandoned theater. The man pulled out the keys from a pocket Jackie couldn’t see. The man smiled: “I was wishing for a companion, but that you’re so cute is a sure bonus.” For some reason, Jackie felt himself blush, despite never thinking of a guy that way before.
They entered, and Jackie was surprised to see the entrance was filled with beautiful and detailed historical costumes. Entering the artist’s lodge, the strange man tugged at him to make him climb a circular staircase, leading them to a little corridor. The man hesitated for a moment, but then fastened the pace to enter the second room on their left. Jackie mildly thought it looked familiar to a memory, but he was too absorbed by his feeling of satisfaction to care much.
The man made him lie in a leather armchair that reminded him of something, but truly, he could not bother to try to figure out what. “So, mister officer, what’s your name?” the man asked, looking proud and a light blush giving his soft smile the look of a lovestruck teenager driven by his discovery of feelings. “Jack... Jaackieee Hiiillllllll…” “Well, nice to meet you, Jackie. You may call me Ambrosius. I was hoping to catch some punk by being so open, but you,” he started to use his free hand to unzip Jack’s jacket and go under his black shirt to make rounds over his belly “are so much better.”
Moving the hand away from the stomach where it was making Jackie feel warm, the man put two fingers against the temple of the policeman. Ambrosius closed his eyes and seemed to think. Jackie blinked with difficulty. He was feeling so numb and sleepy. Cold too, but he only had to go reach for the warmth Ambrosius left for him to feel better.
“Yeah, you’ll do. I have a weakness for the nice guy who gets no respect.” “Uh?” The hand still holding his rubbed its finger against his palm, and Jackie forgot the odd comment because he wasn’t feeling cold anymore, and he had a nice buzzing in his ears. He closed his eyes in satisfaction.
“Jackie?”
“hummm…?” He hoped Ambro wasn’t angry by the non-descriptive answer, but he felt too relaxed to think. He was so sleepy.
“I’m going to take off my hand, but I want you to stay calm and to not move until I tell you to. okay? And I need you to say yes or no clearly.”
“Yeesss……… Sure, whaat..e.Veeerrrr”
Suddenly, he blinked awake, as the feeling of bliss was cut as he stopped being touched. And then, the first thing he really thought was that he finally could pin down where he was: this was a home-made tattoo salon. He followed his colleague Danny to one once, for Dan's new tats. He saw Ambrosius getting close to him with a needle gun.
An instant, he wondered about refusing, but he then remembered that the strange man wanted him to not move. The theater owner -maybe that was his job?- approached him and put his hand on Hill’s head. “Don’t worry, it won’t hurt a bit.” And before Jackie had time to welcome the bliss back home, it was gone with the hand and he stilled while he received a neck tattoo.
He couldn’t guess at all what was being done to his body, but while he suddenly felt a lot more afraid of that man -or something else, given what just happened- he did not try to move, and didn’t think he was in danger then.
The needle pierced his skin with rapid fire. The cop expected to feel pain, but instead, it was like any hit was spreading a little warmth in his body. The cold was eating them, but Jack let it. There was more from where it came from, and it meant it wasn’t eating the warmth of Ambrosius. He couldn’t understand what was drawn on him, but it felt like some kind of circle was done? It wasn’t something he wanted, but like to talk about the warmth, he didn’t dare to talk in fear the needle would do damage if his neck moved an inch.
The circle was finished, but before the cold made a triumphant return, the strange man was creating another circle, all around the cop’s Adam's apple. Officer Hill had a strange thought that he was glad to let the man do what he wanted. The improbability of the thought distracted it for an instant, but the cold ate any attempt to develop.
After some time, even the fear of what would be done to him moved away, replaced by a desire to help the handsome man that was giving him a make-over. After some time, he was told to take off his shirt, which he did fine, and he let Ambrosius draw a magnificent stylized dragon on his left upper arm. Afterwards, he was told to get on his stomach so that Ambrosius could draw something secret on his back.
Afterwards, the one he now knew to be his boyfriend was happy to let him move freely, after a deep kiss of course. As soon as they touched one another, Jackie could feel the bliss, even if it was less potent. A way for him to not forget who made him feel so good. “So, you’ve got a mirror in this lair of yours?” the police officer asked cheekily. “No... I have a bit of a bad relationship with my reflection.” That confused Jackie a little, but he knew Ambrose had some weird things in his past he didn’t like to talk about. So instead, he hugged his boyfriend.
Feeling the tension, his boyfriend tried to deflect with a joke. “What, you don’t trust my artistic skill? I knew Leonard da Vinci, you know!” Jackie started to kiss Ambrosius’ collarbone. “If -Smouack- you say -smooth- so -smouak- honey.” He turned the slightly taller man so that their eyes met. “Doesn’t mean he taught you his skill. Also, there is a difference between a still painting on a canva and a tatoo on real flesh, bud.”
That kind of conversation was one of the many advantages of dating an immortal sorcerer. Of course, the idea of how lonely Ambrosius must have felt all those years and the knowledge that the older man would probably outlive him by centuries always stood over their relationship, but Jack tried to not let it matter.
Descending the stairs, Jackie looked awed as brooms came to life to dust off the place. "Wasn't expecting me, honey?" He asked as a joke. He kissed his boyfriend on the mouth before he answered. "Cute. You should throw a similar thing at my vacuum."
Entering the main room, Jack simply followed as Ambrosius reached a side-door, leading to a small courtyard. A tablecloth materialized on a circular table. "Hey, I'm not hungry, honey." Jackie said shamefully. "It's okay," Abrose answered "it's just to talk!" He pulled a bottle of wine and two crystal glasses from a bar under the roof of another aisle of the building.
They sat, the drink magically pouring themselves, and Ambrosius took Jack's hand to kiss it. It felt like a soft towel was making the hand numb. Jackie almost fell asleep once more, as his brain was reminded of a SPA trip he had really appreciated.
"Oh, sorry. I guess my emotions are surging a bit too much." Jackie was too dumbstruck to think about it. He wasn't really capable of focusing on anything, so Ambrosius snapped his fingers to wake him up.
"Urh… uh? Sorry, I was distracted. You were saying?" The wizard laughed. "Nothing. Just. I know we barely met, but you are so beautiful and nice. I… like you a lot." The cop blushed. "Can I kiss you?" "Sure, Amber. Whatever you want."
That seemed to get the ancient man worried. "Anything?" Jackie laughed "Don't ask me to falsify something or kill a guy. I'm already pushed to do bad things by.. forget." The warlock narrowed his eyes, but didn't comment.
"Also, don't I have a round to do?" The officer looked at his watch. "Oh god, I'm late! Got to-"
Before he fully rose from the table, he was in his work car, Ambrosius in the passenger seat, holding their glasses. "I think you forgot something more important." Sarcastically stated the immortal. Jackie laughed at his boyfriend's skewed priorities and kissed him by surprise.
He felt like he was sucked in by the immensity of power that was "Ambrosius", Myrddin. He was a little ant that would happily dance when its string was moved, he---- Inhaled as Ambrose pushed him away. The boyfriend immediately grabbed his jaws and looked at Jack's eyes. Apparently not finding what had him worried, the mage released him.
"Don't kiss me again without warning, okay?" He stressed. Jackie, overwhelmed by what he just felt, simply nodded. His lover relaxed. "Well, in case you get bored, we can continue talking about ourselves. What do you say?" The car's driver shaked his head. "Incorrigible. You are incorrigible, Ambre. Damn, I really should find a pet name that sticks." "I had many names throughout the years, don't worry."
And they drove away, both oblivious to the tag in the corner of the street the car was parked in.
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⚠️👻DPxDC enjoyers- assemble
Batman Danny Phantom vs Superman; some thoughts
I enjoy the many Batfam x danny phantom fics i've seen but consider that phantom has a suite of powers similar to superman.
Phantom has intangibility among other powers, and he's already half dead anyway. He might as well fight superman. When you think about it though, he could probably find kryptonite SOMEWHERE in the ghost zone, if he REALLY needed to get serious about it.
Although I feel like Danny probably is a fan and would not be seriously fighting Superman to the death. Plus I think Superman would realize he's fighting a teenager and then feel a little bad, or at least he'd cotton on that Phantom isn't serious about the fight either and is just messing around.
Danny was big fan of space stations, shuttles, all things orbital really. Not that Danny had any time to indulge in his hobbies since his half-death...
After kicking Pariah Dark's ass, enough was enough. He laid down some ghost attack rules with his usual rogues, after they all started calling him the king for some reason (lol he is in denial about that but rolling with it). Now, if they wanted to spook and scare in the realm of the living, or otherwise antagonize Danny, they had to schedule it ahead of time. Or else, they would not only be yeeted back into the Ghost Zone, but also do time in Walker's prison. (and sometimes community service)
Now Danny has a little more free time, to explore all the junk floating in Earths outer atmosphere! And obviously he invites himself into the Justice League's awesome HQ. He stalks the corridors of the Watchtower invisibly and intangibly, a fly on the wall, for days on end. He would insist he's not being creepy. Or villainous for that matter. When he mentions this JL ghosting to his friends, Tucker points out to him that if any league members catch on to his behavior, they will think he's some kind of supervillain, casing the place before an attack!
OK, so it sounds like it's time to make his presence known, before anyone gets the wrong idea! Only Danny is still awkward as hell. And how do you normally introduce yourself to them after you spent 3 weeks familiarizing yourself with every facet of the wiring of their airlock systems.
Everything obviously goes completely wrong when Phantom just sorta phases up through the floor in the middle of a casual meeting between a few of the human league members.
All he's done is introduce himself, but the atmosphere has gotten WAY too tense for Phantom's liking, and he tries easing the tension by saying "someone should crack a window in here" but Danny's still eager to talk about the orbital base so he disarmingly adds "actually I could probably do that by crossing some of the wires in this wall if i wanted-" and he is cut off by everyone leaping into attack mode because
THAT IS OBVIOUSLY A THREAT ON ALL OF THESE *AIR BREATHERS'* LIVES.
It's worrying to everyone how none of these experienced heroes seem to be capable of landing a hit on Phantom. The send the base into extreme lock-down mode, so that nothing can get in or out. Well that's the idea anyway. Phantom just sorta leaves. Through a wall. right out into space.
Worried the new rogue will be capable of doing something from the outside, they get a message out to Superman, that something (possibly alien) capable of surviving in no atmosphere broke into the Watchtower to make vague threats against the heroes, though no one was injured. Superman heads up right away to see if he can lay eyes on the surprise enemy.
To everyone's shock, although Superman immediately engaged the villain, he hasn't been able to do much, if any damage to him. Phantom seems to be having fun seeing Superman in action, up close. He's barely bothering to explain himself in between quips.
Clark starts to see this for what it is. "Are you... A child???" He reckons.
"Uh, sorta? I mean I was when I died!" Danny jokes.
That's concerning. "You seem pretty keen on fighting with me, but it seems like you aren't even trying to go on the offensive. Why is that?" Superman starts to give him some space.
"Well, I'm not used to pulling my punches. With my usual cast of rogues, I don't have to worry about accidentally killing any of them!" Danny is not sure if any of his abilities can harm a kryptonian, but he doesn't wanna risk it!
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If you've got any other ideas to add to this feel free to add on in a reblog or reply!
I feel like eventually the JL would end up hiring Phantom to outfit the entire Watchtower with anti-ghost shielding.
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you took me out with those tags on the bite me video. i love you
i am glad u are cool with me because sometimes i feel sooo nervous being a weird pervert on people's gifsets but when it's you or generationmenickgirl or orange-catsidy i'm always like TIME TO SAY WHATEVER I WANT!!! and i feel so free.
anyway i would honestly give my left arm in exchange for reading a fic where yuta isn't a VIRGIN by any means but he's pretty used to having sex with people he uncomplicatedly likes, and who uncomplicatedly like him, and the sex is uncomplicatedly nice and everyone gets off in a way that causes them to smile after and say, "what a good night, thanks."
and then he starts hooking up with daniel garcia and it's not HATESEX exactly, but danny's so angry while they're fucking, and he's so infuriating that he makes yuta angry and crazy, and then the two of them are just scratching and humping at each other, having insane sex where sometimes no one even manages to put it in because they're so out of their stupid minds.
and even when someone DOES put it in, it's still not NICE. neither of them ever just lays down and takes it. they trade off depending on who's in what mood that night, and even then, danny's so wild that even when he is taking it, he doesn't just take it. he's still clawing at yuta and begging and being so fucking infuriating that yuta is out of breath trying to fuck him hard enough that he shuts up.
and it's all honestly the craziest experience yuta has ever had in his entire life. he's never had it like this. danny will come find him and pin him up against walls in shadowed corridors and say filthy outrageous things like--i'm gonna wrestle with a plug in tonight (he doesn't but he laughs like a hyena when yuta shoves him onto one of their hotel beds and barely bothers to prep him.) once he took off his shoe and pressed his socked foot up against yuta's cock under the catering table while yuta was trying to talk to STING.
none of it is nice and none of it is regular and yuta has never in his life had this kind of sex with anyone and it takes him like two months to realize he hasn't bothered trying to hook up with anyone else since it started, either.
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Ehi can you do prompt 20 from love languages with Danny ric?
Love Language.
20. Sitting with them in silence when they are overwhelmed
The door opened and you gasped, trying to get up quickly and feeling so embarrassed to be caught like this.
"OH YN. It's you. Why are you here all alone?"
Danny looks back at the corridor and then closes the closet door.
"Um... I... Hehe... Huh..."
"You good?"
You nodded slowly.
"I needed a moment."
"Oh" He reached back for the handle again. "I will..."
"Stay" You stopped him before he could leave.
"Really?"
You nodded.
Daniel moved slowly, quietly and trying to not bother you much more. He sat on the floor with you and you thanked him. He said it was nothing but then you moved a bit closer to him and he couldn't help but smile like a little kid.
"Can I hug you?"
You nodded and nested on his side, enjoying the warmth of his body.
"Do you want to talk?"
"I prefer silence"
He nodded and ran his hand over your hair. Daniel didn't speak for the whole time you stayed there with your eyes closed. You felt so happy it was him opening that door. It wasn't the first time Danny saw you struggling and he had never judged you, so yes, he was the perfect person for this. Plus, he gave the best hugs. His hands felt so big on your arms and hair and it soothed your nerves quicker than anything else you had tried.
Daniel sat there in silence, feeling his ass a bit numb because of the cold floor and his back kind of hurting from the uncomfortable posture. But he didn't move away, he didn't disturb you. He only closed his eyes and enjoyed your silence.
When you lifted your head and looked at him, he smiled at you with pink cheeks.
"I will miss you, Daniel"
"There's no need"
You frowned and he lifted his phone in front of you.
"Just give me your number and we can talk whenever you feel like" He said caressing your cheek as you wrote your number on his phone.
"I'd like that very much"
"Plus, I'm gonna have lots of time for having dinner"
You smiled and blushed.
"Thank you for this"
He leaned and pressed a kiss on your cheek.
"It's nothing. But really, don't be a stranger, YN"
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I've been rewatching season three and turning a rewrite in my head over and over.
Starting with when JD is dating Danni and they go on all those double dates with Jordan and Perry. Danni doesn't break up with JD because he's "still in love with Elliot" it's because double dates with your sister are weird when both of your dates are more into each other than either of you.
Danni even talks to Jordan about it and she's like listen. Even if hell freezes over and either of them does enough introspection to acknowledge the fact that they're both kind of in love with each other, neither of them would ever make a move. Why bother stressing when your relationship is fine. You were never gonna come first with DJ anyway, that spot is reserved for the surgeon Carla's marrying.
Danni considers this and breaks up with JD (through Jordan) because she wants more than to play 3rd or maybe even 4th fiddle (Dr Cox + Turk + his other best friend Elliot etc) in a two person relationship. She says his friends and the hospital will always come first and she needs someone in her life to put her first.
Meanwhile all those double dates have gotten both JD and Perry slowly realizing their feelings for each other and promptly bury them deep to ignore them.
Then Danni comes back to town for Jack's birthday, and who else but Ben.
All those double dates with JD have got Perry reconsidering a lot of the relationships he's had with men and whether they're platonic so seeing Ben again makes him feel things. But he's with Jordan and celebrating his son's first birthday and goddamit Ben hasn't seen a doctor in 2 years so that goes on the back burner to hopefully be repressed after Ben leaves town again.
Meanwhile. Instead of doing the "you slept with both of my sisters, I'm gonna imply incest a bunch" Ben goes with "you slept with 2 out of three Sullivan siblings, why not go for a full sweep". Ben is the king of gay chicken after all. He'd never back down from any bit but this bit is practically his calling. Plus. he loves the shade JD turns when he gets in his personal space.
JD has just realized he's not straight and Ben is so cute and charming in a very strange way that kind of compliments JD's idiosyncracies, and he's really close to Perry and JD knows he's never gonna get Perry to see him like that but maybe he can get more double dates. Maybe he can be closer to him. And it's not like dating Ben would be a hardship and dammit he's gone and gotten a crush on another probably unattainable guy.
But Ben's the king of gay chicken. He's also not straight and this kid is. Really cute. And both his sisters said he was good in the sack. (Jordan said he was terrible but she said it in the way that means she enjoyed it a lot.) Plus when he flirts with this guy perry laughs really hard but also looks a little jealous and Ben's not sure who he's jealous of but either way Ben wants to take this further and see what happens.
In one corridor of the hospital Ben tries to play gay chicken with JD who doesn't realize that's what they're doing and they end up making out.
The next day Ben keeps joking about JD going for the full sullivan sibling sweep and won't share beyond that what happened and JD is all soft and bashful about it so no one can get a straight answer out of him and Perry is losing his mind.
Dealer's choice whether Ben dies then.
If he does Perry's depression spiral is added to by the fact that he loved Ben and fucking newbie got to be with him before he died and is he jealous of Ben or newbie and Ben died before he could sort out how he feels about him and can he date his dead best friend's boyfriend? Were they dating? What's going on there.
Meanwhile JD fell hard and fast for this amazing guy only to lose him and it's not like the guys family was all that crazy about JD. Like. He dated this guy for like 36 hours before he went into cardiac arrest right in front of him and he couldn't do anything. Add to that the fact that the guy's sister is his ex girlfriend, the guy's best friend blames him for his death. How does he deal with that.
In the end jdox are grateful to Ben for bringing them together and devastated that they didn't get to figure it out with him as a part of it.
The other way. Ben survives a heart attack and JD is his doctor and they've just started dating and they're both a little in love with Perry and it's all just so complicated. But they get through it.
Ben takes unflattering photos of JD fussing over him and then shows them to Perry who won't leave his side saying aw isn't he cute and Perry stumbles through a non answer.
Perry's going through it because holy shit he almost lost his best friend. Who he might be in love with. Who is now dating the guy he might also be in love with and he's back together with the mother of his child who is incidentally the sister of the guy he's maybe in love with.
Ben and JD are falling in love but they also both think that their boyfriend is meant to be with Perry.
Jordan is watching the man she loves realize his feelings not just for his stupid mentee but also for her fucking brother. All the while Danni is laughing cause she can see where this all is going and she's glad she got out without getting her feelings hurt, and also. She's totally making money by making bets on how this all shakes out.
Ben JD and Perry end up together and Ben and Jordan have to deal with the slight awkwardness of explaining yeah this is my sibling who is also the biological/step parent of my kid. Parent teacher conferences are weird. Sometimes Danni comes just for the drama of it all and holds JD's hand.
Hi, anon? To quote one Perry Cox: "I don't know who you are, but thank you for this." *forehead kiss*
Anyway, as much as I love angst, I just can't kill Ben anymore. Since like 2018, my friend Amanda and I have been neck deep in a Ben x Perry AU that we created from the ground up and I've written almost 70k words for it. Since then, it's become impossible to kill the Benji boy bc I love him so goddamn much 😭
So I'm going with option B, in which Ben lives and it ends up as an ot3 scenario -- which is funny actually bc I have a WIP that's kind of similar to this whole premise, just that it starts when JD's still an intern. But I'm also so obsessed with the idea of Ben x JD being what starts everything bc I think they would be so cute together. They're both goofy and so sweet and have so much love to give. This is really making me want to work on that ot3 WIP oh no 😅
But that making Perry realize/admit his feelings for BOTH of them?? Bc his dumbass is so jealous but he can't figure out of who until he realizes it's both of them. And yeah, Jordan is totally in the "he'll never admit it or act on it so why should I care" mindset and Danni is just sitting back eating popcorn and watching the whole thing unfold.
All that to say that I love you. Deeply. This was spectacular and seriously, any thoughts you want to scream at me, know that they're extremely welcome lmao
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Lestappen boarding school #1
May 18th 2019
Riccy Bobby
You hearing that from leclerc’s room?
00:24
Mate you cannot be sleeping through this
00:35
“I think we were too loud last night.” Max whispered and cursed at the ground between his feet. How long could he think about his reply before Danny would think it was weird. It didn’t usually take much for him to find something insulting to say to Charles. Would he play of sleeping through it or maybe being so angry he’d been raging up and down the corridors without his phone for -
“What?” Charles turned around half dressed, looking far too unstressed. Max ignored him in favour of his Daniel spiral. Maybe sleeping through it was believable maybe, why would Danny even doubt him if he said he hadn’t heard anything.
“Fuck.” He told the carpet again.
Me
What?
08.23
“Max?” Charles asked, too loud not to make Maxs’ cringe. Charles had buttoned his shirt now his tie still loose round his neck and his collar popped in a way that max knew would look stupid on himself but never would on Charles. Max looked down at his own trousers and shirt creased under his feet and debated waiting for Charles to leave before getting dressed himself. Though his own body wasn’t any less disappointing than how he looked in his clothes when compared to Charles. He didn’t rush to answer, relishing the little power he had to get under the other boy’s skin. Until Charles stuck his fingers in Max’s hair and pulled, forcing Max to look right at his smug face knowing exactly the reaction that usually got. Max smacked his arm away roughly and Charles’ grin broke.
“You make too much noise.” Max whispered deliberately. Charles was standing right up in front of his face having moved over to him to grab his hair, to save himself from having to glare up at him from below or at his crotch Max climbed backwards to lie on the bed again.
Riccy Bobby
Pierre may be home but Leclerc definitely was not lonely last night ;)
08:24
Charles was nudging his legs apart with his own.
“You like the noise.” Charles countered.
Max frowned trying to reply quickly again to Danny. Typing out and deleting something calling Charles names with varying degrees of harshness. Charles grabbed his phone from his hands and tossed it out of his reach.
“Stop ignoring me.” Charles whined. His legs pushing more deliberately into Max’s.
“Danny heard you.” Max said. He sat up and shoved Charles back to grab his shirt from under his feet. Charles laughed and Max almost growled at him. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so hard to convincingly play the disgusted bystander to Danny.
“Come on, it’s fine I could have been with anyone last night, you’re going back to your room window, it’s not like anyone would think it’d be you.” Charles complained.
Max ignored him again, buttoning up his shirt and grabbing the rest of his belongings, pushing past Charles to climb onto Pierre's empty bed and out of the window.
“Max… wait.” Charles said something suddenly sounding more serious. Max turned back only for Charles to rush up to him and kiss at his neck and fumble his hands over Max’s dick. “I’ll be quiet tonight, I promise.” Charles whispered into his ear.
Max didn’t bother to protest. Maybe he’d convince himself not to go back to Charles’ room tonight but it hardly mattered anymore he’d already done it too many times to gain any dignity from refusing him once. Max climbed out the window with the rest of his stuff and quickly back into his own room next door.
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Me
The guy has no fucking shame
08:36
Max found Danny in the dining hall sat next to Carlos, his roommate both with conspiratorial grins on their faces. Max dropped into the seat opposite them.
“Gotta be Ocon.” Daniel said. Max did not need much time to figure out the nature of this conversation.
“No way,” Carlos replied, “he has a girlfriend in the year below.”
Max groaned and they both looked up at him. “Please, I don't wanna think about this.”
That made Daniel grin more and Carlos elbowed him hard.
“I think it was a girl.” Carlos suggested.
“Not a chance.”
“Isa has told me at least three girls who are in love with him.” Carlos countered
Daniel laughed and smacked the table. “Please keep love out of what we heard coming from that room last night.”
Max grimaced at the thought of what they had overheard. Him fucking Charles hard slamming the bed right into the wall Daniel slept on the other side of. Maybe all the dirty goading from Charles to make him fuck faster and harder. Oh god Max felt his soggy cereal stick in his throat, desperately willing it to keep going in the same direction.
“No! Passion mate.” Carlos said.
Max cursed his luck for having chosen the room next to the two students who would find the need to discuss in depth the sound of his own shameful sex with this much passion over breakfast. Daniel now exclaimed his concern for Isa while Carlos lamented for any girl Daniel would sleep with if he couldn’t even imagine a way for a girl to make Charles make whatever noises he was making last night.
“I swear to god if either of you make me think about Charles taking it up the ass I’ll -” Get hard, though at least that was unlikely with how ill he felt right now.
Fortunately the morning announcement and then his head boy duties prevented him from having to invent the end of his statement or from having to listen to any more of Carlos and Dan. Later in the day he saw Carlos teasing Charles about it, making Charles' face flush pink with shame. Max wondered if the shame was put on for Carlos’ benefit or if Charles had been hiding it earlier for Max's. Either way Charles was good at lying.
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Why A Port?
When I heard that the United States was building a port in Gaza to get food to starving Palestinians, this bothered me for two reasons.
First, if the United States and its allies stopped giving Israel money to buy (our) bombs, then there would be no need for a port because they would stop falling.
And wouldn't it be easier to use United States soldiers as peace keepers, to ensure that the food made it to the people that needed it (after all according to CNN about a thousand US troops will be building this port, so why not have those same soldiers work in a manner that would quickly get aid to the people that need it).
And I can almost promise you that while the IDF (Israeli Defense Forces, a misnomer) is more than willing to have a turkey shoot when hungry Palestinians (understandably) rush a food truck, they'll be considerably less enthusiastic doing so if American troops created a corridor.
Starting at about 35:22 Danny Haiphong and Lowkey (someone who's I'm wasn't familiar with prior to this podcast) discuss who's behind the port and as usual, the United States is up to no good.
And I should say that I don't know if what Lowkey is saying is true, though what I do know is that Israel is in the middle of enacting a genocide and the United States is bankrolling it, so let's just say Lowkey gets a lot of credence he wouldn't get otherwise.
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Half a Decade Late
Valerie was finally promoted to the main headquarters of the Guys in White. There she finally comes face to face with Phantom, who disappeared five years ago, locked in a cell.
For Phic Phight 2021, @lexosaurus' prompt!
Nothing proved ’harder workers get ahead’ was only a capitalist lie than the absolute hassle getting promotions within the GIW. Of course she’d gone right to them for employment, it was the only organization large enough to actually pay people that took her resume of ghost hunting seriously. She had experience, actual knowledge and even her own gear but had still spent years getting jerked around to various small operations, basically just using her to train all their useless recruits while still just considering her a ‘fellow’ field agent. It wasn’t like she had the option to quit in protest, no one else was in the market for ghost hunters. As far as most people knew ‘ghost intelligence’ was just a joke cover story that the agents were very attached to. They didn’t want any more Amity Parks, so if she wanted to live somewhere new and still do her job...these guys were it. She’d been very clear, she wanted to be in the main office, where everything happened. That didn’t stop them from constantly assigning her literally anywhere but the actual headquarters. Maybe they finally ran out of other places, she still half expected to get stopped at the door and be told about a new field mission they absolutely needed her on immediately.
It didn’t happen. Valerie Grey finally got to clock in as an Ecto Containment Officer at the main branch. Where they kept the strongest creatures, developed the new anti-ghost equipment and did more than just splattering a ghost down to nothing.
Sure, she liked a good ghost obliterating, but it got boring after a while. There were only so many ways a ghost could beg for it’s useless afterlife before it became white noise. It didn’t stop any new ones from showing up, or tell her anything new. Just got rid of one pest, permanently. That wouldn’t help explain some ghosts, the powerful ones that showed up again and again. It wouldn’t explain the one that stopped showing up either. There was no way that life ruining ghost just got ‘bored’ and vanished without notice. It was still out there, plotting something. She just knew it in her bones. She had to be ready for it. There were traces of that ghost, hints of his ectosignature that she came across in the field, he was still out there. The GIW was just a means to an end, she didn’t trust them to be ready alone.
Sterile corridors and simplistic signs were expected, but even the break area was doing its best impression of a frozen tundra. Fantastic for morale? Probably not. Made the coffee pot easy to spot, at least. Even if she preferred to avoid the stuff in uniform. It stained too easily, and just made her wish for her red battle suit. She took a cup to at least have an excuse for her scoping out the place, she could pass it off to someone once she got to the containment area. A quick double check that everything was in place at the mirror before heading right back out to the winding halls. She wasn’t going to be late, she didn’t have time for that. Maybe a red tie was against protocol, but no one had been stupid enough to bother her about it yet. Judging from the deferential nods from her latest coworkers, that wouldn’t be changing. No one who worked here couldn’t know who she was. The only Ghost Hunter who got out of Amity Park without getting corrupted by the ectoplasmic monsters. It was a shame, Jack and Maddie Fenton used to be a serious force for humanity. Five years ago they suddenly flipped the script, denouncing their work and calling for peace with unreasonable fiends. Their daughter Jazz likely had something to do with it, but Valerie had her own theories. Danny, her friend and once boyfriend had gone missing around that time. Leverage to ensure the Fenton’s ‘good behaviour?’ The whole thing reeked of ghosts. To think she might have gone the same way. Back then she was actually listening to the pest, starting to really consider them a ‘good’ ghost. Like that was actually possible, when he’d just been playing to emotion and her own desire to give up in fighting a dangerous foe over and over. So much for that. That monster showed it’s true colours, sure enough. Something the GIW never bothered to look into, even as she wrote report after report about the incident, how unlikely it was for the Fentons of all people to change that drastically without constant possession. Not worth the resources, even when it was easy to see what tech was built on the foundations the couple had laid. They were throwing away so much to focus on little outbreaks of ghosts instead of making more of a lasting change. Stupid. That was what the funding was ‘meant’ to go towards, as if helping the Fentons would be less productive than making a slightly different ectogun.
She almost hoped there would be a problem, just to prove this is where she should have always been.Even if it seemed distinctly unlikely. She had to swipe to get into the lab, then yet again to actually get to the cells. Or the ‘vault’, as if the higher ups wanted to pretend the creatures in there were inert materials instead of cunning and dangerous beings. Even though they had someone posted at each door, and someone on guard inside as well, herself today. To get acquainted with the place mostly, she had more than enough training on ‘proper handling’ procedures.
“Hey, you can swap with me today, if you want.”
Valerie blinked, eyebrow already raised at the posted guard’s suggestion. “I can handle watching caged ghosts.”
They had the sense to look embarrassed, taking their hand away from the oversized ectogun to loosen their tie- which was tied rather poorly now that she got a better look at it. “I’m sure you can, it’s just, well.” They wouldn’t stop fidgeting with their tie now, eyes checking that no one was really paying attention to the guards. “H0G02 is awake today. No one likes those days.”
“Then all the more reason to get used to it early.” She didn’t give them time to sputter another excuse, swiping her card and striding past without another look. As if people should be worried about a captive ghost being awake. Maybe some of the people here never got a spine before joining up.
It wasn’t as cold as she expected it to be. Or as dark. It was actually brighter, thanks to the extra row of fluorescent lights. On some level she expected the room to reflect the monsters kept here, a shadowy icebox of a space. Of course it wasn’t. These were defeated creatures under human control, of course their cages would be bright and clean, the air warmed for human comfort. The ghosts might not like it, but why care what they wanted? It wasn’t like there were many to begin with, mostly green oversized vermin with blank red eyes. Most had the sense to cower back as she walked past, but a fair few didn’t even twitch. Calling a ghost of all things lifeless was foolish, but it was the only word coming to mind...she had to focus. She didn’t pity these things. Why so many creatures though? The real dangerous ones, the most monstrous ones were the ones that could play human, the ones that had conniving minds that only worked to cause destruction and terror. These were just feral things, annoying but hardly more impressive than a coyote when you knew what to do. Half of them she’d barely rate above ‘feral cat’.
A light near the back flickered. Strange. When it flickered a second time she was already releasing her helmet to pull it on. Not nearly as easy as just willing it on, but at least she could carry it in a pocket without needing to rely on some ghost’s power. Three steps and her gun was ready, not that she expected to need it. Really, she worked on autopilot, legs still moving as she stared at the largest glass cage at the back of the room. Or more accurately, at what was in it.
“Oh, newbie. ‘Sup.” The ghost rasped out, blank green eyes watching the ghost hunter. A teenaged boy with a shock of white hair, a black jumpsuit, but the voice of a seventy year old chain smoker. Just sitting in a painfully bright cell, watching. Not exactly as she remembered him, but close enough.
“You.” The disgust was easy to voice, even as her brain struggled to catch up. He was here? Looking practically exactly as he had when she was still a soft hearted freelancer?
He only gave a sputtering laugh at the aggression. “Me? You’re not that mad about the light, are you? I’m bored, Tie.”
“What are you doing here?” That wasn’t the important question really, she should be more concerned that he apparently was able to manipulate light fixtures from his cell...but she’d been hunting after this ghost for five years. Protocol could go shove itself up the director’s ass.
“Same thing I do every day Tie, being some government property!” His laugh was wrong, not from amusement like she remembered. A desperate cackle that didn’t fool anyone. “You new enough to still have your soul in there?”
“Answer the question, Phantom.”
The smirk slid off the ghost’s face. “Wh’ad you call me? Like I’m only calling you Tie cus the red sticks out, I can call you Shooty if you don’t like it, newbie.”
The response made her insides run cold. It had to be Phantom, and the terrible sense of humour was just like him- but the ghost wasn’t quite right. What was this? It couldn’t be some copy of the ghost kid, could it? “I called you by your name, ghost.”
“Never heard of em.” The ghost crossed his legs and looked away, apparently bored of the person holding a weapon. “What day is it?”
Surely he was playing around. “What do you think your name is, then?”
He didn’t take his attention off the ceiling, looking more bored than anything.“Day first, Tie. Gotta know how much of a head start I’ve got.”
“Like you’re in any position to bargain.”
“Hm? Whatcha gonna do Tie? Let me be unconscious for a few hours? Scary. Day first.”
There was the Phantom she knew, snide and sarcastic when he really had no business being so. “I could do worse than that.”
“Doubt it. You gun grunts gotta listen to the freaks out there, remember?” His shoulders shook with a silent laughter, but it looked more like spasms. “No more mishandling the goods, yeah? Day Tie, comeonnnnnn”
Since when was he so interested in the calendar? Not to mention how weird it was how he kept referring to himself...and pretending he didn’t know his name. “It’s Monday.”
That got his attention, the casual rocking halting as he looked at her again, disturbingly still. “Monday, really?”
“Lying is your thing, not mine.”
He grinned. “I like you Tie, so you’ll probably be fired in like a week. Maybe it’s the red.” The tension left the ghost completely, she hadn’t even noticed how stiffly he’d been sitting until his spine relaxed as his elbows rested on his legs. “Pretty sure I’m H0G02. Least that’s what all your creeps call me.”
There was no way Phantom of all ghosts would call himself ‘H0G02’. He had to be a mimic of some sort, a ghost that modelled himself on the once well known Amity Park menace. “You like me because I told you it was Monday? Seriously?”
“I like the Mondays more than you, if that helps.”
“Not particularly.”
“Sounds like a you problem.” He was watching her again, more curious than anything. She shouldn’t be glad to see a spark of something in those eyes, but he was far less creepy this way.
“What’s so great about Monday? You’re a ghost.” She didn’t really care. She should be asking important questions. She was just...playing along to see if it really was Phantom. That didn’t stop her for being grateful for the helmet.
“Monday is the farthest day away from Friday.”
“Wouldn’t that be Saturday?”
“It hasn’t been Saturday or Sunday for...like four years? Those days don’t exist, I think you humans made ‘em up to prank me.” Phantom shrugged, sounding completely serious. Not even a hint of amusement or a grin. “Pretty good one, all you new guys keep it up.”
He was going to be completely useless if he kept saying nonsense. How could he be useful in finding out what happened to the Fenton’s son if he couldn’t even talk about the days of the week sensibly? “Fine, what’s so bad about Friday then.”
“Ohhhhh, you’re really new, Tie.” the ghost flopped onto his side, bored of sitting up apparently. “You know, the day they keep me around for? That day.” He wasn’t quite still, his right shoulder moving very, very carefully. Hiding something.
She didn’t have the patience for this.“What are you hiding there.”
“Tie has good eyes. Gotta remember that.” Phantom muttered, getting onto his back, a blue shard of ice melting off his arm.
“You don’t really think that some ice would help you out of there?”
“Out?” He looked mystified by the suggestion, but that could more be seeing his face upside down. “That glass doesn’t break for anything, I should know.”
Which didn’t explain why he’d been trying to hide the fact he’d made ice at all. He knew it too, but apparently playing stupid was still one of his favourite tactics. “Knock it off and just answer me.”
Phantom’s frown didn’t change, green eyes staring intently at her helmet as if hoping to see through it. “I could show you why?”
It didn’t sound like a threat. “Sure, why not. It’s gonna be a long day.” If it was? Then she’d show him that she wasn’t someone he could mess with.
Ice wrapped itself around the ghost’s lower arm alarmingly quick, a wickedly sharp blade of ice with serrated teeth jutting from the scrawny arm at an awkward angle. It was practised, something this ghost must have done often in all the time he’d been gone from her life. Yet it was so different from how Phantom usually chose to fight. That was a weapon to tear and maim, not to shock, stun or bruise. It looked wrong on him. The idea that this ghost wasn’t Phantom at all only grew more credible with that thing on his arm, even if ice powers were to be expected. His eyes flicked back to green, still fixated on her as he lifted the arm and stabbed down hard.
Right into his other arm. Didn’t even blink.
“What are you doing!” She couldn’t remember the last time Phantom had ever been frightening on some primal level. This- with the disturbing snap of bone as the edges of the blade caught and tore made her hair stand on end. “Stop that, Phantom. What’s wrong with you!?”
“Cancelling Friday.” Phantom was laughing as the blade melted away into the pool of green rapidly spreading from his self inflicted wound. “I said you’d probably get fired Tie.”
“Forget Friday you idiot, cover the wound so you stop splattering everywhere!” He was just a ghost-a ghost messing with her. A ghost she’d fought with and had heard scream in pain. This...thing wasn’t him. Her heart didn’t care what her mind thought, insisting he needed help.
The ghost sat up, his left arm holding on by a shred of his suit before splattering into the puddle, but the left behind stump stopped dripping almost as quickly as he’d lost the limb. “Aw. Maybe Tie does have some soul left. You actually sound worried.”
“Of course I am! You slashed your arm off!”
“So?”
He didn’t seem to be in pain. If it wasn’t for the mess of green and the lack of a limb, she’d almost say she imagined it. Why did she care? “You wouldn’t do this sort of thing.”
“Uh. Yes I would? You just saw me do it. I’m down for an encore.”
The idea just made her feel ill. “Don’t.” Did she want this to be Phantom or not? “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Well I’m down an arm. So the coats are going to be very whiny about how much ectoplasm they can get out of me.”
“You must have felt that.”
“Sure. Isn’t nearly as bad as when they start ripping as much ectoplasm as they can out of you. Every single Friday.” He actually rolled his eyes, like she should just know this.
Why did they bother keeping Phantom around if they just wanted ectoplasm? He might be strong, but no ghost had limitless amounts. They’d just fall apart and stop existing. That’s why the weakest ones never even left the Ghost Zone, they couldn’t survive without constantly being around the stuff! “What makes you so special then? Not your attitude.”
“I’m just lucky enough to make my own ectoplasm. Who knew food was easier to get then high grade ectoplasm? Not me.” His remaining arm pointed to her weapon, his smile stretching. “Bet ya your weapon’s fully powered from Fridays. Yours and every other thing they use in this hellhole.”
“Ghosts can’t do that.” The lie was absurd. It went against everything they knew about ghosts, even before food entered the equation.
“Y’know, Tie. I think I knew a ghost hunter that wore red once.” the ghost’s eyes went unfocused, unmoving as he looked listlessly into space. “It’s a good colour.”
“You knew me. Quit fooling around with this not remembering crap.” Valerie threw her helmet aside, no longer caring. She had to know who this ghost really was. She had to know if everything he was blathering about was a lie. So what if it wasn’t ‘safe’.
His eyes didn’t change. “Y’know how hard it is to remake a brain? Cut me some slack Tie…”
“I mean it. Look at me Phantom. If you’re the ghost I know, you can stop pretending to be something else.”
“You lose the details. Arms and legs are easy. The brain though? Way too hard.” He kept rambling to himself, not reacting even as she put a hand to the glass to get his attention. “Y’know how many times they’ve cut it open? I don’t. I lose track after like. Eleven. Maybe. Pointy Shoe said my best was fifteen but I sure don’t remember that.”
She wanted him to just stop talking. She wanted this ghost to be some strange creature she didn’t know. To not have the only possible link to someone long lost a shattered husk. “Phantom. Do you remember the hunter in red’s name?”
He finally blinked. “I’m not this Phantom guy, Tie.”
“Okay, whatever, forget that part. The ghost hunter in red, what do you remember?” She insisted, knocking again in hopes it would keep the ghost’s focus.
“Wish I’d told em something.” he held up his gloved hand as she opened her mouth to speak. “Don’t remember what that something was, don’t ask.”
So he was Phantom? He couldn’t be. That was so non-specific it could be anything. “You never explained how you’re the only ghost that can make their own ectoplasm.”
“It’s in my name Tie! Come on. Thought you guys were smart or whatever.” He did a very awkward one armed attempt at crossing it, eyebrow raised. “The H? The feeding a ghost food thing?”
She didn’t really get the whole naming scheme they used here. The fact it mattered wasn’t making her gut unclench either. “What about the H?
“Hybrid? Might have been Human. That might have been a joke.”
Valarie’s mouth was drier than any desert when he said it that easily, that casualty while kicking his own arm aside. “You’re saying you aren’t all ghost.”
“Yup. Not yet! Trust me, I’ve tried,” the bubbly high pitched laugher clawed out of the ghost at that. “I tried so much. Guess it’s another thing I’m a failure at, eh Tie?”
Something told her not to ask. She had to know. Five years she waited, five years apparently knocked Phantom clear from reality.“Does Danny Fenton mean anything to you?”
He just laughed harder at the question. “Really Tie?”
“Yes, really.”
“That’s the name I scream at em. Don’t know why. Feels good though.”
“Is it your name?” Had he had contact with Danny? Been part of whatever made him go missing from everyone’s lives? He couldn’t be, there was no way.
“They get reallllll angry when I say it is.”
There was no way the GIW had a human captive for five years. There was no way Phantom could be the Danny she knew. The ghost was just lying. He had to be, she desperately needed him to be. “Were you fused with a human or something? Got stuck when possessing someone?”
“Nah. Been like this before I got here, pretty sure. You can check your fancy gear though. There’s some non-ghost DNA in it. Lucky lucky me,” he lay back down in the mess of ectoplasm, ignoring how it clung to his hair. “Thanks for the Friday off! I hate those.”
There was no reason to need air. Talking to a ghost she didn’t even like shouldn’t make her feel like she was being crushed under a boulder.
Panting for air, outside the room would make her look pathetic and weak, but she needed the space, needed to be away from that...mockery of a ghost.
“He does that to everyone. He’ll repeat the whole thing in a week or so, but he’s a really good copy the first time you see it.” The guard gave a comforting word, apparently unsurprised by her sudden unscheduled departure.
Oh, there would be no ‘next time.’ Not if he was right about her weapon. But she nodded instead, letting her ‘coworker’ think she was just overwhelmed. Even if all she could think of was how many ways this place would burn if that ghost- that thing had been a human once. She was good at telling when ghosts lied. Phantom didn’t sound like he had. No matter how much she tried to convince herself he did.
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Okay no but Vlad just trying to womb Danny before Clockwork does, not bothering to explain one goddamn thing to the poor lad. Just a one-shot. Danny escapes and flies off at the end. Clockwork in his tower laughs/chuckles at Vlad's attempt. How would that go. What would the attempt even look like
If Danny were to make a list of his least favorite places to be, all iterations of 'Vlad's house' would rate somewhere below lovely vacation spots like the River of Revulsion, the Consuming Maw, and Hell. Despite this, he wound up at one or another of Vlad's residences with some frequency.
But he'd never been to Vlad's lair. He very much did not want to break his streak of 'not being in Vlad's lair,' because as bad as being in all of Vlad's other houses was, a ghost's lair moved according to its owner's will.
Which is why his current predicament (hit with the Plasmius Maximus and in one of Skulker's nets) was so disturbing.
"Uh, Skulker, when you said lair you meant his stupidly oversized castle mansion thing in Wisconsin, right?"
"Didn't you blow that up?"
"Oh. Well, yeah, but he rebuilt." Danny subtly began picking at the knots tying the net together.
"And then you blew it up again."
"Okay, I can see how you'd think that, but the second time wasn't me. It was the government."
"Right. Sure." If Skulker had recognizable irises pupils, Danny was sure they'd be rolling.
"No, really. But I'm sure I could blow up his actual lair, too, you know? So, I'm not sure why he'd want me there. Actually, I'm not sure why you're taking me there instead of, you know, skinning me yourself."
"Something I've been asking myself since you woke up and started talking."
"Always such a kidder. But seriously."
"Well, you see, I like having an independent existence," said Skulker, "and that takes money and resources. Besides, I can always hunt you again after this. You'll be even more of a challenge!"
"Why will I be more of a challenge in Vlad's stupid lair? You know he's just going to try and clone and replace me again."
Skulker snorted.
"How do you even do that in a robot suit?"
"That's for me to know and you to never find out."
They came to a stop in front of a purple door decorated with elaborate gold inlay.
"Ugh, he's so pretentious," complained Danny, covering up the fact that his heart was currently beating out of his chest.
Skulker knocked on the door, which immediately flew open, revealing Vlad as Plasmius.
"Wow, were you waiting for us at the door? Needy much?"
Vlad looked down his nose at Danny. "I don't expect you to understand, Daniel. Yet."
"Do you practice being ominous in the mirror? I think you'd benefit from improv classes. More feedback from real people. I'd say get it from your friends but- Ow!" Danny yelped as Vlad hit him with a miniature ectoblast.
"You'll receive your payment in the usual way," said Vlad, blandly.
"Great," said Skulker. "Have fun, whelp."
Danny struggled reflexively as Skulker handed the net over. It didn't do any good. The door to Vlad's lair shut with a definitive thud.
"Whatever you're planning," said Danny, "you aren't going to get away with it."
"I daresay I already have, son."
"I'm not your son, fruitloop," hissed Danny. (The Plasmius Maximus might have rendered his ghost half dormant, but that didn't mean it was gone, or that he didn't retain behaviors learned from it in all forms.)
"Hm," said Vlad. He touched the back of Danny's neck through the net, then traced over his skin to the edge of his jaw, which he forced up so Danny had to twist uncomfortably, his hair catching in the net.
Danny scratched at the hand, but of course Vlad was, as always, wearing those thick gloves, and Danny's fingernails were currently very human and blunt.
"You're a feral little thing, aren't you?" He pushed Danny's neck into a position that was actively painful without the benefit of ghostly flexibility. "Not for long, though, I should think."
Without another word, he strode off into the depths of his lair.
Vlad's lair was much like his mortal residences. Vampire meets football fan meets dramatic gothic romance that missed the point. If Danny had access to his ghost half, he suspected he'd be able to feel Vlad's ectosignature permeating the ectoplasm in the air to an oppressive degree.
As it was, the heat was bad enough. His body had long since offloaded the task of cooling to his ghost half, and was having some trouble remembering how to act.
"Here we are," said Vlad, stopping in front of an especially fancy door. He opened it, and threw Danny in, then closed the door without entering.
Danny, a bit confused by this turn of events, took stock of his surroundings. The door had smoothed out into a tapestry-covered wall. The room was lit only by ectoplasmic glow and felt oddly... soft. All surfaces were upholstered with ornate, green and gold embroidered cloth. There were many pillows, but no hard furniture.
Also, the ectoplasm in the air was so thick it almost felt like Danny was underwater and so charged with energy his hair was standing on end. Even with his ghost half thoroughly zapped by the Plasmius Maximus, it was making Danny feel a little tipsy. If his ghost half had been active at all, he would have been blissed out and essentially immobile as he involuntarily gorged himself.
He shuddered at the thought. The energy here was probably very Vlad, not to mention putting Danny into that state was probably Vlad's plan.
Which, Danny decided, was the most disturbing part of all of this. Small doses of energized ectoplasm acted like side-effect free energy drinks for Danny. Sufficiently large doses, or prolonged exposure to high-energy ectoplasm, however, acted like a euphoric and a depressant for reasons Danny didn't understand. Since this didn't seem to be the case for any other ghosts he'd encountered, Danny had chosen to keep it quiet.
This meant that either Vlad had the same problem, and it was a halfa thing (no evidence, plus, if that was the case he'd have a hard time getting Danny out of here... assuming he'd eventually want to do that), or he'd been putting spy cams in Fentonworks again (historical precedent).
Either way, it meant that Danny had a time limit. Once the Plasmius Maximus wore off, it was limp noodle time for Danny.
He squirmed until he found the tied-shut opening of the net. As opposed to the structural knots, this would probably be easier to deal with.
... of course Skulker was also good at tying knots, darn it.
Eventually, with slightly raw fingertips, Danny crawled out of the net. Now what? The room had no doors.
If he had been in the larger Ghost Zone, he could walk through walls as a human with little effort, convincing unattached structures to go intangible around him through force of will. Even Walker's Prison, that he claimed and maintained, could be cajoled.
Lairs were different. Lairs were tied to the wills of their ghosts. Unless the power levels of the ghost in question was vastly beneath your own, attempting to fight a ghost in their lair was futile.
Getting this room to let him out would be hard.
But maybe not impossible.
Thing was, lairs were tied to their ghosts' wills. Not their brains.
(And Vlad wasn't the brightest guy to begin with.)
Danny put on his 'acting' face. "Wow, I sure love unkie Vwad~"
.
After several long, excruciatingly embarrassing minutes of monologuing about how awesome Vlad was and how cool it would be if he let him out, Danny was able to push through the wall into the corridor outside.
Embarrassing for Vlad, that is. Even having done it on purpose, Danny was still rather surprised that Vlad fell for it.
Okay. Now, all he had to do was find the door out, and assuming that Vlad's lair wasn't one that shuffled itself internally all the time...
There!
It wasn't even locked.
He dove through the door and out into the Ghost Zone, not caring that he couldn't fly in human form. Falling was fine. It was fast. There wasn't anything for him to hit.
Well...
He was inching closer to terminal velocity now.
It was mostly fine.
How long ago had he been hit by the Plasmius Maximus?
.
Far away in a very different lair, Clockwork smiled fondly at Daniel's antics. Plasmius, Plasmius, Plasmius. Didn't he know that he'd never get anywhere like that?
Clockwork set his chin on his fist as he watched Daniel fall and gently nudged various real world debris out of his path. He had a room like that in his lair as well, infinitely more suitable, waiting for Daniel. Waiting for the right time.
And, as Master of Time, Clockwork was sure it would come soon.
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Elevator Encounters II – (Peter Parker x FemLatina!Reader)
A/N: The long wait is over! I spent a lot of time thinking what should I do as a way to end this nicely, and this came out, I hope you like it -Danny
Words: 1,031
Warnings: A mexican birthday party. All your aunts and uncles are here. Not proofread, we die like legends.
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First part
Listen to: ‘Bidi bidi bom bom’ -by Selena
Cada vez
Cada vez que lo veo pasar
Mi corazón se enloquece
Y me empieza a palpitar
A week turned into a month, a month into four, and suddenly you’d been dating Peter for a year.
It’d been a wonderful relationship, with no unexpected secrets (if you didn’t count the elephant in the room called ‘my boyfriend’s Spiderman) and each day you were more and more convinced that Peter was the love of your life.
This, unfortunately, meant one thing: It was time to introduce him to your family.
What better way to do it than in your birthday, while most of the adults are half drunk and the children cannot be bothered to talk to a stranger?
Yeah, surely this will go out just fine.
“You can say no, you know?” You insist, anxiously fixing Peter’s shirt while waiting for the elevator to come down. “You can pretend you have an emergency and leave me at the front door— hell, you’re spiderman, you probably do have an emergency to attend anyway!”
“It’s okay, Y/N,” Peter chuckles, stopping your hand from continuing its movements. “We’ve been dating for a year, I want to meet your family. You know mine!”
“Well, but yours consist on three friends from highschool and your Aunt may,” You grimace. “Mine’s like five times as big and they’re all ready to judge you.”
“I can take it.”
“You cannot. Remember the first time you talked to my dad? You almost fainted! And there’ll be four other men that look terrifyingly alike all ready to question you.”
“That was different, meeting the parents is always scary.”
The elevator opens and you walk in quickly followed by your boyfriend.
“Well okay, what about my Grandma? What if she doesn’t like you? I’m telling you Peter, fewer things hurt less than a grandma’s disapproval.”
“Hey, if you don’t want me to meet your family just say so,” Peter pouted. “I told you I’m fine, but you sound like you would rather eat a shoe than to introduce me to your relatives...”
You sigh, you don’t want Peter to feel unwelcomed, least of all by you, so you place a hand on his cheek and kiss the other tenderly.
“I’m sorry, I’m just really nervous... never done this before.”
“Me neither,” He grins. “But it’s exciting. Your sister has told me loads of things about your family, can’t wait to meet them.”
“All scandalous, I assume.”
“A little, yeah.”
You chuckle, Peter’s hand finds yours and squeezes reassuringly, your heartbeat steadies.
Y se emociona (y se emociona)
Ya no razona
No lo puedo controlar
As soon as you open the door to your apartment the voices from inside all burst through the corridor, loud laughter and a strong smell of food comes from the room, and at first no one notices you’re there.
However, your sister stands up from the couch and yells out:
“Ey, Parker! ¿Y mi hamburguesa?”
“¡Aquí!” He responds with a bright smile, vaguely pointing at his backpack. "They ran out of fries, though. Sorry.”
“Peter!” Your mom walks out of the kitchen and grabs the bag of food he’d been carrying on one arm. “Come in— Es el novio de Y/N,” She explains to the people behind her. “El vecinito de aquí enfrente— Peter come say hi!”
Before he even replies your mother grabs his wrist and pulls him towards the crowd of adults, you quickly follow. Peter’s spanish is quite good at this point, but he won’t be able to follow the conversation of ten different people at the same time, so you’ll need to help him out a bit.
“This is mi tío Martín, y mi tío Andy— mi tía Mariela and tía Caro...”
As you move through the small group you hear Peter’s polite and clumsy replies, your heart is fluttering at the thought of the boy you love finally getting acquaintance with your family, is a huge deal, and the fact that he was so eager to do it makes you weak in the knees.
Cada vez
Cada vez que lo oigo hablar (cada vez, cada vez)
Me tiemblan hasta las piernas (las piernas)
Y el corazón igual (bidi bidi bom bom)
Your cousins (the younger ones, at least) don’t make a big deal out of meeting your boyfriend, they merely nod his way and continue with playing, while the ones that are closer to your age do try to get to know him, the boys immediately pull him into their conversation, you sit with your sister while she eats the burguer Peter bought for her.
It was sort of an inner joke between them, Y/S/N had said once that Peter had to start giving them cattle if he wanted to marry Y/N, and since they couldn’t have cows in the apartment, burguers would have to suffice.
“Va bien, ¿no?” You ask her a little nervously. “Al menos lo tratan bien.”
“Te dije que eran puras ideas tuyas, nadie quiere lastimar al Pedro,” She smirks. “Y menos en tu cumpleaños. By the way, ya quiero pastel, eh.”
“Ni te has terminado la hamburguesa,” You snort, “I want cake too though...”
Peter walks up to you when you’re entering the kitchen, he looks really proud of himself.
“You having fun?” You tease him.
“Yeah, though sometimes your cousins talk to fast, I can’t keep up with what they’re saying...”
“Just laugh along or shake your head depending on the faces they’re making,” You chuckle. “It’ll be fine.”
“I met your grandma by the way,” He grins. “She says I have nice hair.”
“You do,” You kiss him on the lips briefly before carrying out the cake into the living room.
“You need help?”
“If you can bring the knife and some plates that’d be great, thank you!”
The house is loud and maybe too warm for your liking, but it’s good to see your family together after such a long time. When it’s time to blow the candles and ask for your wish, you find yourself out of ideas. Not out of disinterest, but it’s just... well, your wish is already a reality.
Your family is all here, celebrating your birthday, and not only them but also Peter Parker, the boy you’ve been in love with for more than a year, and who loves you back just as much.
Your heart feels full and youthful, and you can’t wait to spend another year -a lifetime if you can- with this wonderful boy, in this amazing city.
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Collidescope hearts Part 13
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No one could believe it, the days after the All Valley fire were strange for everyone. Seeing the Cobra Kai kids at school, they walked in a daze, hardly spoke and avoided you all.
Eli and Sam would be congratulated for their wins but it was always twinged with sadness. Teachers kept away from the subject, each one concentrating on getting you all exam ready. The S.A.T.s were coming up in a month. You felt fairly prepared for it.
After school you all went to the dojo at the strip mall. It had the eagle fang symbol across the top. The front had been decced out in a new sparing matt and the walls painted red with black stripes, like the gis worn by the students. The back room now had a large amount of gym equipment, including punching bags, tredmills and spin bikes. The room was warm and inviting with TV screens dotted around playing music videos. You noticed the bonsai trees dotted around the decor and it made you smile.
"This is amazing!" You said to Eli and Johnny.
"Hawk, this is your desk, we can't wait for you to start." Johnny said showing Eli into the office. The pride on Eli's face made you feel happy, inside you the baby reacted to your happiness and gave you a few kicks to the ribs.
Behind you the door opened, ringing the bell. You turned expecting to see new students. Your heart jumped into your throat when you saw who it was. The Cobra Kai students. Eli was standing beside you, his hand interlacing with yours helping to calm you.
"What the hell are you doing here?" Johnny asked.
Piper stepped forward.
"We don't have a sensie anymore. We thought..."
"You thought wrong. This is not the dojo you used to train in. Cobra Kai is dead here." Johnny growled.
"Look man we're sorry." Kyler tried.
"Sorry? You put Tory in the hospital! You hurt y/n and you think you can just walk in here? Think again." Eli spat.
"Al right, alright, we just want to belong somewhere." Piper said.
"Well it isn't here." Johnny stated. The Cobra kai's turned and walked away. You felt Eli's grip on your hand loosen as he relaxed.
"I don't want them anywhere near here." He breathed out.
"Come on lets just enjoy tonight." You said turning him towards the back and your friends, dragging Johnny along with you.
In the hospital Sam sat beside her mother and brother as Danny had some checks done by the doctor.
"Well you're looking good Mr LaRusso, just a few signatures and you can be on your way." The Doctor handed him a clipboard to sign before walking away. He had suffered from smoke inhalation and dislocated shoulder from a beam falling on him. Danny slid off the side of the bed and hugged his family to his side.
They were all walking down the corridor when he spotted an old friend, Julie Pearce was also signing paperwork. Her daughter lia and husband beside her. She was going to be working with him and Johnny Lawrence teaching a mix of miyagi-do and Cobra Kai to their students, that would be the legacy of Eagle Fang.
Chozen would be heading back to Okinowa in a few weeks having fullfilled his deal with Daniel.
Amanda couldn't help but feel like their happiness wouldn't last. Silver was dead that was the headline but no one had seen his body except Kreese. Who knew if he could be trusted. She held her husband's hand on the walk to the car.
No one wanted to talk about it.
No one would acknowledge him.
The lonely old man who would stand outside a closed dojo, four decades of memories lurking inside.
The one time great Sensie of Cobra Kai looked up at the symbol above the door with sad eyes. Eyes that on this day turned dark. He went inside the building not bothering to turn on any lights. Walking to the back room. Another man sat with his hands tied to the back of a chair. Kreese ripped the fabric bag from his head pulling at the hair.
"Terry, Terry, Terry, you never should have put me in that place." He laughed. "How are we doing?" He asked the shadows.
A blonde man stepped forward.
"I should thank you, Kreese, for looking after my little girl the last few years."
"Anything for Cobra Kai, Mike. Glad to have you back." The two laugh as Terry Silver watched, a gag in his mouth.
"We're gunna hurt you Silver, and we're gunna hurt other people too." Mike Barnes laughed.
part 14
Super short one, sorry but the next part is crazy.
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Devil’s Sweet Star (14)
Fandom: Dead by Daylight
Ghostface x Female Reader
Rated M for Violence, Language and Smut
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Rage... A sudden outburst of this emotion can turn a man into a real beast. A lot of things can make you get angry. Most often, it’s when someone is attacking your loved ones. And when you end up finding those responsible... let's say doctors have a hard time repairing some of the body members.
But when rage takes a narcissistic and sadistic assassin like Danny... Well, it's like you're treating of beast... A beast. He had spent the whole night looking for the one who stabbed you, thinking and imagining how he would take care of his "guest". He wasn't angry because that man wanted to steal the show by killing you, no... He was DRUNK with rage because that filthy bastard wanted to KILL you. If there's someone who has to scare you... if there is someone who has to hurt you... if there is someone who has to kill you... That's him. him and him ONLY.
He had fallen asleep in his office, passing his rage on the photo of McKellan who was unrecognizable, the knife planted on McKellan's forehead. He was lying on the couch with his glasses resting on the little table next to him, a plaid serving as a blanket. He moaned slightly and moved a little in all directions. Like when a child has a nightmare. And he had one. He remembered the long corridors, the nurses and doctors who passed through the rooms, the patients who were lying in their beds, others in wheelchairs and.... That door. This room: number 012. That's where she was... that's where she...
“Danny...”
He awoke startling, drops of sweat beading on his forehead, panting as if he had run a marathon. The simple fact of having seen the façade of the hospital in which you are... brought him back bad memories. He thought he would never go back, he never wanted to go back... and yet... He got up, left his office to go into the bathroom, and put some water on his face. He needed to wake up. As he wiped his face with a towel, his phone rang. Mattew or Melina, probably.
“Hello?” Danny said, his voice sounded tired.
“Hi Jed...it’s me Mattew... I know it's a silly question after what happened yesterday but...how are you? You seem tired. I don't mind you, do I?” said Mattew embarrassed.
“You never bother me, you know that. I... let's say I had better nights... I'm worried about (Y/N) . Even though I know she's safe there. How about you?”
“I didn't sleep better than you if it makes you feel better... Neither did Melina. The boss called me... you don't need to come to work if you don't have the strength. You can work quietly at home until you feel able to come back.” replied Mattew.
“That's nice of him... I'll be back on Monday morning... I think I'll take advantage of this weekend to... to clear my mind. And go and see her. Until she got out of the hospital.” said Danny, rubbing his eyes.
“Do you feel able to go on your own? Do you want us to come with you? Because yesterday you were completely... paralyzed at the thought of getting inside.
If only you knew the reason, poor man...that's way too personal for Danny to talk about. But if he ever has to talk about it... there is one person, whom he "judges" worthy of being aware of.... It's you. Of course, he'll have to change two or three little things.
“Jed?” ask Mattew on the other line.
“Sorry, I was somewhere else. I promised her I would go and see her. Then I'd go. Don't worry about me. I think I'll be fine on my own. I’m sorry but, I have things to do before I go to see her. Say hello to everyone for me. And don't forget to tell the boss.” respond Danny.
“Sure! Rest well Jeddy! See you Monday then!”
Danny hung up before returning to his office, putting on his glasses and removing the knife from his hunting board. He observed the photo, at least what was left of it, a bad look, but a crazy smile on his face. Oh, when he finally gets his hands on him... He's going to torture him like never before. A slow, painful, unbearable agony, before slaughtering him, tearing his skin, making him so unrecognizable that no one will be able to approach his corpse without immediately throwing up on him. He will no longer have the skin on his bones... it will only be a putrefaction heap.
Mike was a work of art... But McKellan will become a masterpiece. A bloody, twisted, disturbing masterpiece. The most beautiful trace of his existence, the most beautiful signature of Ghostface. And when it's over... He will ensure that no one comes near you. As I said, Danny does not share what belongs to him. And he intends to make it clear.
It's amazing that we found the headless body of the dealer but not the body of Mike as well as the photos... and his basement of fantasies. Danny had worked on it more than on the other and he felt a bit vexed. But sooner or later...someone will find him. And with the bloody arrows Danny left on the walls, he's not going to get lost. It's so nice of him that he surprises himself.
Well... it's time for him to get ready, he said he'd come to see you, and he will. But first he had to go to the police station, witnessing what happened, the police asked him to come to hear his testimony as well as the description of your attacker. If only they knew who they were going to welcome, just thinking they were getting a poor witness... It's no longer taunting the police at this level, it's this openly mocking them.
And then he's going to do something he hasn't done in years... buy a bouquet of flowers. For you. Even if the beauty of the flowers will never surpass yours. His sweet little angel. What kind of friend would "Jed" be to you if he came with nothing? Of course, you wouldn't mind, but for Danny who has studied other people's stupid behaviours, bringing flowers is always well seen. And "Jed" is supposed to behave like that.
He tied his hair, put his glasses back in place, took his bag and left his apartment to go to his van. It’s not the desire that he lacked to go sneak into your apartment but, the police of this small town are not very friendly when the person they summon doesn’t respect the schedules. And for the moment he must not draw suspicions on him. Brush the police in the direction of the hair during the day, provoke them and humiliate them at night. So far, that's what he's always done. And that always worked.
The police station... hmph. For Danny, getting in is like letting the wolf into the sheepfold, or a demon going to heaven. How ironic... But funny. He pushed the door and went to the reception to show his summons. The policeman showed him the way and knocked on the door of the man who was handling the case: Inspector Daniel Wilhelm. What a surprise... Wilhem was also in charge of the Ghostface murders... It's a small world. Or he did it on purpose.
“Inspector Wilhem...” said Danny with a smirk.
“Jed Olsen... Of all the witnesses who could have been there... You must have been in the heap. Are you going to follow me until I die?”
“I can turn the question over to you... But you didn't summon me to talk about coincidences and fate, did you?”
“No. Take a seat. Coffee?” said Wilhelm turning his back on Danny to serve himself a cup of coffee.
“No thanks.”
Wilhelm relocated to his office, taking out all the necessary to record the testimony and called a graphic designer for the description of the suspect. Danny told everything that had happened this morning, down to the smallest detail. Wilhelm asked questions as he went to see if there was a special connection between you and your attacker. Then came the portrait of the aggressor that Danny described without any problem, this idiot had his face completely uncovered... Amateur. The whole thing lasted many hours and once the graphic designer left and the deposition signed, Danny put his stuff in his bag.
“You said you suspect a certain... McKellan to be the instigator of this... attempted murder. Do you have any proof of that? Because such an accusation can cost you dearly if you're wrong, Olsen.” said Wilhelm looking at the file and then Danny.
“Well, he threatened her for a simple order that she could not carry out; And I know that this man is not the type to stop at the legal means to get satisfaction.” said Danny without looking away from the inspector.
“Always sticking your nose all over Olsen.... You're worse than a weasel. It will also cost you dearly one day …"
“If it's to allow people to discover the truth down to the smallest detail, even the most disturbing, I don't give a shit about dying, Wilhelm...”
“Tsk...By the way Mike Harris' name must be familiar to you, right? It seems to me that he was working with you... Do you know if he had any connection to drug trafficking?”
“I don't get myself into the lives of my colleagues... but recently I learned that he had big addiction problems, which would explain why he went after me and my colleagues... Why this question?”
“We found the headless body of a guy last night... autopsy revealed a high level of cocaine... and apparently after doing some research, we discover that he was a dealer and Mike was one of his regular clients. But if you don't know... I'm not going to hold you any longer. You can leave Olsen.”
Danny got up and left the police station after shaking Wilhelm's hand. Once outside, he insulted Wilhelm in a low voice before getting in the car and going to buy flowers. Then he drove to Zanesville Hospital. He went to the reception where he asked for your room number. He remained frozen for a few seconds when the young woman in the reception told him that you were in room 012...They say history repeats itself but... that's too much.
What are the chances that two people from his entourage, two women, will end up in the hospital, in the same room? knowing that this happens years after she... Danny clutched the bouquet in his hands and inhaled deeply before knocking on the door of your room. He waited for you to allow him to enter, to open the door and face you, his eternal angelic smile on his lip.
“Jed! I’m glad to see you!” you said happily, as if nothing had happened.
“Hey...” he starts before giving the bouquet of flowers. “I'm not an expert in flowers... and I don't know your tastes but... I thought you'd like iris flowers.”
“Hawn you’re so sweet...you don’t have to Jed...Thank you. Don’t stay there, take a sit!” you said, taking gently the bouquet from his hands. “So, how are you? I must have worried a lot of people... I'm sorry.”
“For what? To have been stabbed? Even if you didn't do anything or say nothing? you don't have to apologize. And... I should ask you the question: How are you? What did the doctors say?”
“I was lucky... the doctors took me just in time. The blade didn’t hit any vital points fortunately. Normally tomorrow or the day after tomorrow I could go out. But I'll have to be careful and not make too much effort. I owe you my life... Once again.”
“Good...You don’t have to thank me; you would have done the same for me. Mattew and Melina told me to say hello to you. they didn't sleep better than me.”
You talk for hours. Laughing about everything and nothing. That laugh... Danny could hear it for hours. And see you with that smile... that angel's smile. it reminded him of those same moments he spent with her. History repeats itself... but compared to her... You're alive and you're going out. But all good things have an end. And the time for Danny to leave came. He got up and prepared to leave when he felt your hand holding his arm.
“You... Will you be back tomorrow? I'd love to talk with you again.” you ask like a little child.
“...Of course. Rest well.” he said, heading to the door before he stops and turn to you. “By the way who was this man...Parkson?”
“Oh...He...He’s my banker! I told him I would call him when I was settled and ...as it had been a while, he preferred to travel in person to see me. I know it's not common but... He's a little weird. But I can trust him. Just like I trust you.” you respond with a smile.
Danny nodded and, waving his hand, he left the room and then the hospital. He still had a lot... A lot to do. He was not going to go after your attacker, knowing that Inspector Wilhelm had his robot portrait... But a little visit to McKellan's house couldn't hurt. And he's going to leave him a little passing gift. Nothing very extravagant... a little bloody on the edges... But something simple. or maybe go back to the traditional method of phone calls?
In any case, don’t face a man until you know all the details about him. A little surveillance in the middle of the night, that's Danny's favorite activity. He got into his van and went home to pick up his other bag. The one that contained his outfit and his mask. No Ghostface for you tonight... Too bad. But don't worry, you'll have plenty of time to make up for lost time when you're in your apartment.
He picked up his mail, went back to his apartment, put his belongings in his office and then picked up his other bag to leave. He went back on the road to McKellan's house, he had carefully searched for his place of residence, which frankly is not very hard to find. Look for Roseville's most eye-catching home and you'll know this is where McKellan lives. Quite isolated from everything and everyone which did not surprise Danny, when you saw the oversized ego of this rich rotten up to the marrow.
He parked in the little corner of the forest that hid his van to perfection, put on his outfit and mask before getting out of the vehicle. He observed the building that stood in the distance, the mad look and a bad smile on his face. Tonight, is not your time McKellan... You're lucky...
But soon...The devil will come and get his prize...
Your screams and your death.
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(And it’s done! My head hurts as if a monkey had taken me for a bongo. But everything's fine! I'll be able to rest on my weekend! hoping you'll like this chapter! See ya!)
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I thought this event was tommorow but uhhh apparently not 😭 sorry if this feels kinda rushed, here’s a steo hogwarts au •-• @steoevents
Stiles has a crush. A really bad, bang-my-head-into-a-wall level crush. It’s not the intensity of his feelings that matters, he can deal with getting flustered every time he walks into the common room... more or less. The real problem is the subject of his cursed attraction (and no, he hasn’t literally been cursed to like him, though that would be a really good excuse). Theo Raeken, Slytherin’s top Quidditch player, out of all people, is Stiles’s unfortunate infatuation. At least what he hopes is an infatuation and not full-on love. It makes sense: Theo is all you could want in a guy - perfect hair, a perfect smile, and rock hard abs. Not to mention his disgustingly charming personality. Stiles hates him more than anything, but it’s impossible not to join the “marry me Theo Raeken” club that basically every fourth, fifth and sixth year is a part of. At one point Stiles genuinely considered making that an actual organisation. It never happened.
The point is, Stiles doesn’t want to blush every time they make eye contact across the dinner table. He doesn’t want to pretend watching Theo throw his shirt off in the morning doesn’t make him gape. He wishes he could ignore the feeling in the pit of his stomach that manifests every time Theo flirts with Tracy, but he can’t stop wishing he could kiss that stupid jerk’s smirk right off his face.
Stiles was hoping that his feelings would wear off over the summer, and they sort of did. He spent a lot of time ranting about Theo to Lydia, his best friend who graduated Hogwarts a year earlier. She’s kind of a genius. After getting all his thoughts about Theo’s biceps, Theo’s suggestive comments, Theo’s jawline, and more of Theo’s biceps off his chest, he really expected everything to fade. And yet here he is, coming back to school on the first day of sixth year, crush in full swing after he glimpsed Theo at the train platform. He was in his muggle clothes - a leather jacket, for christ’s sake - and he fucking winked at Stiles after catching him staring. The asshole definitely does it on purpose.
Stiles feels himself blushing furiously as his thoughts return to the present. Danny, who’s sitting alongside Erica, Allison and Jackson in their train cabin, regards him with raised brows: “You okay?”
Stiles shakes his head slightly, both as an answer and as a way of ridding his brain of all the unholy images within. He desperately wishes he could text Lydia right now, but of course Hogwarts doesn’t allow his cellphone to be brought along. Fucking fantastic.
“He’s right. You’re weirdly quiet today. What’s up?” Allison asks, seriously concerned like the amazing friend she is. Oh, I’m fine, don’t worry. I just can’t stop thinking about wanting Theo Raeken’s tongue down my throat, don’t mind me, would be the honest answer, but Stiles replies with: “I dunno, I’m just worried about my dad. You know how his health can get.”
He’s so going to hell.
By the time they reach their destination, Stiles has more or less forgotten about his dilemma. They ride the boats across the lake and then enter the school for the sorting ceremony. Stiles pulls at his robes, itchy green tie already starting to bother him. Seriously, why is Hogwarts so dramatic?
During breakfast the next morning, Stiles waits patiently for his owl to arrive. Through the open windows of the dining hall, he watches it swoop down gracefully. It has white feathers, almost blue, and has a bright red envelope in its clutches. “Thanks Roscoe,” he feeds it a bit of his toast before carefully removing the letter. It’s from Lydia, of course. She promised she’d write. Almost immediately after touching it, the envelope explodes in a flurry of crimson paper. Jackson smirks from across the table. “Stilinski got a howler. Great job.”
“W-“ a wave of horror crashes through him as Lydia’s voice projects through the entire room.
“Theo Raeken, if you’re listening, this is for you. Stiles has been pining after you for a year and I’m sick of hearing about it. Please hook up already so I can stop listening to rants about the veins on your arms. Thank you!” Stiles has never felt more humiliated in his life. “Oh, and don’t pretend you don’t like him back!” She adds, almost like an afterthought. The howler promptly rips itself into shreds.
Everyone in the hall is snickering, and Stiles can’t bring himself to look up. He’s hiding his head in his folded arms, his cheeks burning up, and wishing a hole could open up in the ground and swallow him up completely. When he finally opens his eyes, Theo is staring directly at him. His expression is one of shock, but not without a healthy dose of smugness. Stiles wants to punch that stupid smirk right off. But then again, Stiles is the one who put him on the spot, even if inadvertently. He gets up, face still flushed, and practically sprints out of the hall.
Footsteps follow him down the corridor after he hears great wooden doors slam shut. When he turns around, Theo is standing there, holding in a laugh. “Did you really have to do all that?” he chuckles, perfect teeth shining through his smile.
“Shut it, do you really think I would’ve-“ his glare is interrupted by the other Slytherin stepping forward, grasping his face in his hands, and crashing their lips together. Stiles wants to be surprised, but it was a telltale sign when Theo didn’t jump over the table and box him in the nose. He tastes like maple syrup and coffee. The kiss is somewhere in between rough and lazy - if that’s even possible - since Theo’s tongue is exploring his mouth at an eager but leisurely pace. His lips are soft and plush, and just as Stiles brings his hands to the other boy’s chest, a voice echoes through the hall.
“Hey, Stiles, are you oka- OH MY GOD,” It’s Scott, Stiles’s friend from Gryfinndor, who’s now running away with a hand over his eyes. Theo exhales in amusement before intertwining their fingers.
“We’ve got class now, anyway. Let’s go,”
They don’t drop eachother’s hands.
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