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bupia · 8 months

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42 with dew 🌹

Inexperienced Smut Prompts: Dewdrop, Ghoul

"So excited already..."

There's a smut bellow the cut, +18 only, please. (oral sex & fingering; overstimulation) [AFAB!Reader]

"Are you sure about it?" he inquired.

"Y-Yes," you managed to say trying to sound less nervous than you were.

"You know you could ask it to Papa and he would do it for you," he said with a playful giggle escaping his lips.

"I know," you averted your gaze from his, staring at the floor. "But... I really want you to do it."

"If that's what you want," he took a step closer to you, causing your back to colide against the wall of the hallway. "I can help you with it."

Dewdrop got his body pressed on yours, leaning his face down to your neck, taking a deep breath. His hand found it way to your waist, he turned your back to him and pressed his body tighter against yours.

"You're so excited already..." Dewdrop whispered close to your ear. "I can smell it on you."

You turned and looked at him above your shoulder. "I... I can't help."

"I thought you would be a little more nervous," he teased with a grin.

"No, I'm not," you replied, biting your lower lip.

He leaned in and kissed your cheek before whispering, "I want you to know that I'm not going to hurt you."

His words had the effect of making you feel a touch shy, and you nodded in response, your cheeks tinted with a hint of a blush.

"I... I know."

"You don't sound too sure of it," he said playfully. "Are you sure you want me to do it?"

You turned your body to look at him, face-to-face. You sighed and leaned against him.

"I just don't know what to expect," you answered honestly.

"Should we..." he paused, taking a deep breath. "Move to my quarters, so you can find out?"

You nodded and he grabbed your hand. You followed him down the hall towards a door, his quarters door. When you walked into the room, you were surprised by how small it was. The bed almost took up most of the space. A dresser stood against the wall and a nightstand next to it.

Dewdrop turned to you. "Feel yourself at home," he told you.

"Thank you," you said shyly.

"Now," he started, slowly removing his mask.

Your gaze remained fixed on him as he took off his mask, allowing his hair to cascade over his shoulder, as though it had materialized from beneath the concealment. In an instant, his yellowish eyes locked onto yours, sparking a fervor within you.

"Get undressed for me," he ordered.

You started to protest but he cut you off with his finger over your lips. "I will not tell you again."

You nodded seeing him smiling. You began to remove your habit, his eyes following every move you made. When you were completely naked, he stepped forward and kissed your deeply. His hot hands roamed over your body causing a contrast to the heat of your own body.

"You feel so good," he whispered in your ear. "Touch you is so good," he continued. "I want to touch you everywhere," he added, pulling away from your lips.

He took your hand on his, leading you to the bed, lying you down. He reached out and ran his fingers through your hair.

"You're so soft..." he commented. "So smooth," he whispered.

Leaning in, he kissed your neck. You moaned softly as he pressed warm kisses on your neck again, this time moving to your collarbone. He kissed and licked every inch of your neck with his forked tongue until he reached your earlobe. He gently sucked it into his mouth, causing you to moan louder.

"Do you like that?" he asked.

"Yes," you replied breathless.

"Good," he grinned. "Because I'm going to make you scream my name."

He slowly kissed his way down your neck, stopping briefly to suck your nipples into his mouth. He moved down further, kissing your belly button. He stopped there and used his tongue to trace a like around it. He then kissed his way down to your core. He looked up at you and smirked.

"It looks like someone else is enjoying this as much as I am," he said.

He slid down, kissing your inner thighs. You could feel his warm breath on your core. He blew softly on it, making you shiver. He continued and flickered his tongue across your arousal. You cried out and he continued to lick and kiss your flesh. He kissed the inside of your tight, avoiding your clit. He stopped there, breathing on you. You whimpered, feeling yourself getting wetter and wetter.

"P-Please, dew..."

He blew harder, blowing across your clit. You moaned loudly and he blew harder yet, blowing directly on your clit. Then he slowly ran his tongue along your slit, he slowly licked his way up your slit, pausing to suck each of your folds into his mouth. You felt your legs tremble and instinctively closed them with a fast move. Dewdrop grunt and spread your legs apart in a abrupt move, burring his face in your core.

You gasped as his tongue darted out and licked you. He licked up and down your slit, occasionally flicking your clit with his tongue. You grabbed the sheets with your fists, squirming beneath him, trying to get closer to his mouth. He laughed devilishly and slid two fingers inside you. You whined as he pushed them deep inside you.

"You can beg for it, but we need to get you ready, right?"

You couldn't reply him as he pumped them in and out of you, using his thumb to rub your clit. He pushed them as far inside you as they would go and curled his fingers upward, rubbing your spot. You closed your eyes and moaned louder.

"DEW!" you screamed.

You heard a pleasant chuckle coming from him."I told you I was going to make you scream my name, didn't I?"

He sucked your clit into his mouth and flicked it with his tongue, licking it across the split of his forked tongue, sending shivers of pleasure down your body. Your hips rose off the bed as you couldn't handle it, you came hard. But he didn't stop though. He kept sucking your clit and fingering you, your walls contracting on his fingers.

"Oh- Fuck, Dew! Ye... yes!" you moaned, rolling your eyes to the back of your head. "Don't stop," you begged.

He inserted another finger and increased his pace. You felt another orgasm building. It was like if he knew exactly what to do to bring you to the edge. You screamed his name again, hearing another pleasant chuckle coming from him, and this only made he pumped his fingers faster in and out, hitting your spot.

"D... Dew... Please, I can't take it, please," you whimpered, begging. But the reality is that you didn't want him to stop, not even for a minute.

He sucked harder on your clit, bringing it to his mouth, biting it lightly. Letting it go with a loud pop sound, he growled, rolling his eyes in pleasure. He went removed his fingers inside you, replacing them with his tongue. He licked your core from bottom to top, tasting your juices. He lapped up every drop of your previous orgasm, savoring it.

"Fuck, you have the sweetest taste ever," he said with a husky tone. "How can you be so tasty?"

"Dewdrop! Fuck me!" you yelled.

Dewdrop slid his tongue into your entrance, furiously, thrusting his tongue in and out of you. He licked harder, faster, making you scream in pleasure.

"Please, please, please, I can't do it anymore," you whimpered, arching your back. "Please, I need you, I need you dew!"

He shoved his fingers back inside you and pumped you with them. Using his other hand, he rubbed your clit, creating a mix of sensations between your legs.

"Just one more time," he pleaded. "Cum just one more time for me," he said. "Please, you're doing so well, I need you to cum just once more for me."

"Ah! I... I'm go-Oh! Yes! I'm going to cu-"

You couldn't finish your sentence as your orgasm hit you hard. Your muscles contracted around his fingers. You screamed again, and he removed his fingers, licking your core clean.

"I knew you could do it," he said with a mischievously smile on his lips.

You couldn't utter a word, your chest was moving fast as you tried to breath. He climbed onto you, licking your juice from his lips, slowly growing a devilish on his lips.

"Ready to scream my name even louder now?" he asked.

You locked your gaze on his and squeak as you felt his hardness pressing between your wetness. You nodded and he leaned down, taking your lips in a passionately kiss.

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autumnsunshine10 · 2 months

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Dear diary

How do I love myself again

When I'm not sure I ever really did

Maybe a time I claimed what was mine

Dropped denial and steeled my spine

When someone I loved wasn't put first

And I still carried out self-care

I cried and supplied needed comfort

I didn't get enough of growing up

And instead of dismissing what I felt

I acknowledged its validity then moved on

Before I let anyone else dictate my worth

Winter too far to freezingly squeeze

All vitality and assurance from my heart

I didn't need an excuse to love

Just the beat of my heart was enough

Every reason was reasonable

Back before I dissolved under the weight

Of expectations--taking credit for wrongs

That were never mine to right

How do I love myself again?

Tear out this page and start afresh

Forging forward on a blank new one

Writing to please me first and foremost

While sharing with those I care

Only that which I can actually spare

Prompts: rip the page out; all gone; excuse the reason

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wambsgansshoelaces · 3 months

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prompt number 4 with shivvy please 😇

Honey

Prompt: “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

Siobhan Roy x Reader

summary: cuddles, baked goods, and insecurity

okay so a few things… this is my favorite fic I’ve ever written. I’m sorry that it’s so much shorter than everything else, but I’m sooo proud of it I love it so much it’s my little baby

I wrote way beyond the prompt, so I hope you don’t mind xx I was just making myself feel better haah xx

anon, thank you so much for requesting <3 I love you and I hope you love it xxx

tw for weight and eating talk. you’re beautiful, I love you, and you deserve the world, reader <3

Word Count: 1.628k

“Come on, babe, just give me another half hour.”

You’re perched on your girlfriend’s desk as she works. Shiv’s been here, at the Waystar office, since six in the morning. It’s now eleven P.M.

“You’ve been here for way too long,” you point out. She doesn’t say anything, absorbed in whatever it is she’s working on on her computer. “I wanna go home.” You pout at her, trying to earn some sympathy.

She heaves a sigh, going to type something. “Then go home.” Her voice comes out harsh, and you wince. She’s been overworking herself for weeks. You know she doesn’t mean to be snappy- it just happens to her. She gets overwhelmed, she gets frustrated, and she’s still working on being able to regulate her emotions when they’re negative. You frown at her from your spot on the corner of her desk. She stops herself, taking a short breath. “I’m sorry. I just really need to finish this stuff.” She rolls her chair closer to you and leans up, capturing your lips in a sweet kiss before going back to work.

“Love, what’re you even working on?” you ask softly, moving to hook your fingers around hers. She smiles, but keeps her eyes trained on her laptop.

“Just some campaign things. They need to be done before tomorrow afternoon, and I have meetings all morning…” She fiddles with one of the rings on your pointer finger.

“Look, do you know you really can’t wrap up now?”

“No, really, babe, I have to get this done-”

She’s interrupted by the noise you make sliding off her desk. “I’m sorry, it’s just- I’ve been here all day, Shiv. You have, too, and if you’re not going to come home with me…”

“What? You’re going? No, No.” She looks up at you, brow furrowed. “C’mere, you can sit in my lap until I’m done working.”

“Siobh-”

“Come on.”

With a sigh and dumb smile on your face, you go over and deposit yourself into her lap. She strokes up and down your thigh with one hand, reaching around you with the other. She sets her head on your shoulder and she continues to peer at whatever it is she’s doing.

You lean back into her, strangely content. You turn your head far enough to be able to kiss the side of her temple. “I love you.”

“I love you more,” she murmurs into your shirtsleeve. “You know, I like this.” Her hand shifts from your thigh to the side of your neck, her fingers hunting for a strand of hair to play with. She twists a soft lock around her fingers, pressing a lazy kiss into your shoulder.

"So, how's Weston doing?" you ask with a smirk on your face. You'd met him at one of her work parties, and she swore up and down that she had nothing to do with him. You believe her, obviously. You know she's only interested in you. But you know Weston's into her, and she's oblivious.

"He's been acting... strange lately. I think you scared him," she says, lips brushing over your neck. You laugh. You enjoy teasing her like this. You know she doesn't take it personally. She's just happy she gets to spend time with you, see you laughing, see your face split into that radiant fucking smile of yours.

"Ha! Good." You nuzzle into her, using your hips to burrow further into her lap. You can feel the heat rush through her body, her hand clamping down on your side. It's only a matter of seconds before her attention is off of you, to your dismay. "Shiv," you whine. "Enough work for the night. Please? For me?"

She lets out an airy sigh, pressing a kiss onto the back of your head, into your hair. “I’m sorry. Let’s go home.”

You take her chin and guide her mouth to yours.

She makes a satisfied noise against your lips. She tastes like honey. Honey crafted by Dionysus for one of his wines. She groans deeply when you shift in her lap, unintentionally grinding against her.

You get to your feet, Shiv following after packing up her things. Her computer bag slung over her shoulder and her hand in yours, she drags you through the parking garage. “Do you really have to go to work tomorrow?”

“What kind of question is that?” She pauses to toss her stuff into the back seat of your car while you climb into the driver’s seat. “But no. I’ll stay home. I know you have the day off.” She gives you a peck before you start driving.

God, you love staying home with her. Your life became infinitely better when you moved in with her. You were both so madly in love with one another. Life was in color when you were with you, in black and white when you weren’t.

Before she disappears into the bathroom to begin her nightly routine, she kisses you deeply. You’re sure you can get drunk off of the way she tastes alone. She tastes like pure sunlight. Like liquid gold.

She’s stressed, she has so much on her mind, so much to do. It’s getting late, but you want to do something for her. If you hurry, you think you can have your plan neatly executed before she’s inclined to go to sleep. As fast as you can, you find the spare dough from the last time you did this for her. You quickly roll everything out, shaping the cinnamon buns, and have a glaze and frosting made. You pour honey over the dough so that when you bite into the buns, the honey oozes out, warm and sweet. You dip them in the glaze and you have them in the oven under the half hour.

Shiv strolls out from the bathroom, hair pulled back in a messy ponytail. God, her eyes. You can never look away from her eyes. Her silk pajamas leave most of her skin exposed- her supple thighs, her plush arms. Her hips fill out her shorts in a way that makes you embarrassingly hot and bothered. She's a goddess walking on earth unworthy of her. You want to drop everything you're doing in your life to just do whatever the fuck she asks of you. To spend the rest of your days with her. She's so fucking beautiful and you can't believe she's committed herself to you. You just love her so much. You feel so fucking lucky.

“What’s baking?” she asks, cuddling up to you on the couch. “It smells nice.” She takes your arm and puts it around her. Her cheek presses into your shoulder. She’s blinking back sleep, but she’s holding on. Anything to spend more time with you.

“Your favorite,” you murmur back.

“Are you sure? It’s late,” she says unconvincingly, looking up at you with a dreamy look on her face.

“You should treat yourself, Shivvy,” you tell her. Your expression is one loaded with affection. You hope you two never have to separate.

She kisses you quickly. “I love you.” Soon enough, your timer rings, and you get up to get the honey cinnamon buns out of the oven. She hovers over you as you set the tray on the counter. The steam swirls through the air, twirling between the two of you. Her arms wind around your waist, her head leaning into your neck. “I mean it. You’re the best human being on the planet.”

You kiss the top of her head. “You’re my girl. I’d do anything for you.”

She plants a warm kiss into the crook of your neck before grabbing a plate from the silverware cabinet. “Let’s share one!”

“Oh, uh, you can have it all,” you say quickly.

“No, you too. I can’t eat this all by myself.” She cuts the bun in half, settling both sides on the same plate so you could share. Like you always do.

“Um, I really shouldn’t be having any sugar,” you say meekly. “I’ve been gaining.” You look away, ashamed.

You’ve had issues with your body, with eating, for as long as you can remember. It was embarrassing to admit, but they started and childhood, and no matter how hard you fucking tried, they never went away. Especially as of recently.

Going to the gym, eating healthy. You did it all- or at least you thought it did. But you suppose not, because you were worse off than you started.

“Baby,” Shiv says incredulously. “Gaining? Where? If anything, it’s muscle.” She nudges you with her hip. She can tell when things run deep. This is one of them. “Come on. You can’t actually think you need to lose weight.” When you don’t say anything, she presses on. “Is this a self confidence thing? You’re literally the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen in my life. You’re hips are the sexiest thing-”

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry, let’s just eat?”

“No, no, I’m solving this issue,” she insists. “I don’t care if you’re a little chubby- which you’re not -because that doesn’t mean anything. You’re healthy, you’re a smoke show, so what’s it fucking matter?”

She drops the knife she was waving around while she spoke, instead coming over to smooth her hands over your jaw and give you a nice, long kiss. She pulls away and presses a fat kiss to the spot just above your belly button.

The two of you eat together, you albeit hesitantly, but she urges you on. You’re glad you have her. She’s everything to you, and you’re everything to her.

When you kiss her the last time for the night, she tastes of what you imagine the rest of your life with her is going to look like.

Honey, pure sunlight, liquid fucking gold.

#shiv roy #siobhan roy #shiv roy x reader #shiv roy x you #succession #succession hbo #succession fic #succession x reader #wambsgansshoelaces #anon ask #requests open #prompt writing #siobhan roy x reader #siobhan roy x you #shiv your oneshot #wlw #I’m so gay

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yawnzzznnn · 6 months

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hi could you do a imagine for Sohee.

Um...I burnt the pizza rolls-

✶How Could You - Sohee✶

✶Special thanks too: anon, Riize, Sohee

✶note: hello! Sorry for the long wait like I said I have everything backed up and scheduled also my birthday was yesterday 😭 also happy Friday the 13th idk if y'all like horror movies and stuff or even celebrate that sorry it's short lmfao

✶Taglist: @eumppappasgrippers @mxlly143

✶Words: 373

✶TW: probably cursing :

✶prompt: Um...I burnt the pizza rolls-

8-30-23

"movie niiiiigggghhhttt" Sohee yelled dragging out the 'night' "calm yo' self" you commented back Sohee rolled his eyes "listen I'm excited I haven't had a day off in God knows how long" he said throwing himself on the bed next to you "ok but chill you almost crushed my chips" you said pulling them to the other side of you

"You and these chips my god-" Sohee said "what movie we watching?" He asked not being able to read the title as it's in English "it's called the conjuring" you said looking over towards him "wait you mean the movie that literally made r/n piss himself?" He asked a hint of fear in his eyes

in response you smirked "ynnnnnn noooooo" he shook his head "don't be a big baby c'mon it's gonna be fun" you commented patting his back "but why a horror movie besides I won't be able to understand anything" he pouted

"Korean subtitles babe" you laughed at the expression on his face "but-no buts sohee" you cut him off "now go make the food" you demanded pushing him off the bed he made a big 'oof' sound before rushing off after a few minutes Sohee came back in not a plate insight "Um...I burnt the pizza rolls-" he said sheepishly "how could you" you said putting on a false hurt voice "after everything we've been through Sohee" you continued stuffing your face in your hands pretending to cry

"I'm so sorry Yn I truly didn't mean too" he played along lowering his head after a moment of silence the two of you bursted out in laughter "I'll order take out" you said as you wiped a tear from your eye Sohee nodded in response that night was filled with laughter and screams albeit one of the scariest sleep overs the two of you had, it was the best night of your lives.

#x reader #riize scenarios #riize #riize imagines #riize one shots #riize x you #riize x reader #sohee riize #riize sohee #riize sohee x reader #sohee x reader #sohee imagines #sohee reactions #prompt writing

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imekitty · 6 months

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Prompt idea: Danny is stuck in ghost mode while at school. (Is he dressed up as Fenton? Is this during a post-reveal? Crack where the bomb is dropped on the last day? Crack commentary on the obliviousness of the townsfolk? A rumor of Phantom secretly attending classes turns into something more serious for Danny to grapple with?) If it interests you, go wild c:

I have no excuse for how long these prompts take me...

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"Jazz. Jazz! Wake up."

"Mmmm, what?" Jazz groggily lifted her head off of her pillow, her hair neatly fashioned into two braids. "What time is it?"

"It's one in the morning," whispered Danny. "We need your help."

The room was dark except for Danny's ghostly glow, illuminating Sam and Tucker beside him. Jazz bolted into a sitting position.

"Did something happen?" she asked in alarm. "Danny, are you okay?"

"I'm okay," said Danny.

"If you can call being stuck in ghost form okay," added Tucker.

"Stuck in ghost form?" echoed Jazz, her brow knitting.

"We were out on patrol and some ghost hit Danny with a ghost ray that's now preventing him from changing back," said Sam.

Jazz gasped. "Is he stuck in ghost form forever?"

"No," said Tucker. "I mean, we don't think so. We're sure it'll wear off, we just don't know when."

"But we don't think it'll be before school tomorrow," said Sam.

"Yeah, and I have a really important English test tomorrow," said Danny, sounding panicked. "Like I have to take it or Lancer says I'll fail the whole semester. I'm sitting on a low C right now, so I can't afford to miss it."

"Danny, have you even been studying for this test?" asked Jazz, narrowing her eyes and sounding cross. "Why did you go out fighting ghosts when you knew you had this big important test to take?"

"Look, can you spare me the lecture?" pleaded Danny. "I need your help."

"What exactly do you think I can do to help?"

"I need you to help disguise my ghost form so I can go to school tomorrow looking human enough to attend all my classes and take the test."

Jazz stared at the three teens in front of her. They all stared back.

"You can't be serious," said Jazz at last.

"Dead serious," said Tucker. "No pun intended." He chortled. "Okay, maybe a little intended."

Jazz sighed and grabbed her phone off her nightstand and opened a note-taking app. "All right, let's start by making a list of everything we need to disguise. Then we'll go through each one at a time. First, the white hair, of course."

"White eyelashes and eyebrows, too," said Sam. "And the glowing green eyes."

"His glow in general," chirped Tucker. "He can light up a whole room sometimes, especially when he's hyper or happy."

"His voice echoes."

"He blushes green."

"Plus his skin has an overall green tinge instead of red."

"Yeah, even his lips are greenish-blue, looking like he's oxygen-deprived."

"And he's like a walking, floating AC. You just instantly feel cold when he's nearby."

"True, he's deathly cold to the touch."

Jazz nodded, tapping each entry into her phone. "Danny? Do you have anything to add?"

Danny flinched and rubbed his neck. "No, I think you've all managed to list out everything that makes me a freak."

"It doesn't make you a freak, Danny," said Sam, putting a hand on his shoulder. "It just makes you unique." She shivered and withdrew her hand, shaking it out. "But damn, you are cold."

Danny rolled his eyes. "Thanks, Sam. I feel much better."

"First, the white hair," said Jazz. "Hats aren't allowed at school, so we need to dye it black."

"No problem," said Sam. "I have plenty of black hair dye at home."

Tucker and Danny quirked their brows.

"Oh, come on," said Sam. "You both already know that my natural hair color is blonde. And even though my mom hates that I dye it, she at least buys me the good stuff so I don't look 'cheap,' as she says."

"That takes care of that, then," said Jazz, writing in some notes. "Okay, next is the eyes."

"I have some blue colored contacts, too," said Sam.

Tucker gasped, pressing a hand over his heart. "Sam, do you mean to tell me your natural eye color isn't purple either?"

"Shut it," hissed Sam.

"But the contacts aren't going to stop his eyes from glowing," said Jazz.

"Yeah, I don't know how we can cover up his glow," said Sam.

"Layers," said Tucker. "Lots of layers. Danny, you're just gonna have to be hot tomorrow."

Danny sighed, not enjoying that idea at all.

"You know, this is the part where you're supposed to say, 'I'm always hot!'" quipped Tucker.

Danny snorted. "Who do you think I am, you?"

"Layers won't work," Sam cut in. "His eyes and face would still glow, and we can't cover his face with a mask."

"Then you're screwed, dude," said Tucker. "Ghosts can't just stop glowing."

"That's not true," said Danny. "I've encountered several ghosts that were able to suppress their glow and pass for humans while in town. Like Johnny and Kitty."

"I guess that's true," said Tucker, nodding.

"But how do they do it?" asked Sam.

"I actually asked Kitty that once," said Danny. "She said the easiest way is to hold back on all emotions, to be completely serious, blank. Empty, as she put it."

"Empty?" Tucker tilted his head.

"Yeah," said Danny. "You said yourself that my glow gets brighter when I'm really happy."

"And it gets dim when you're depressed," said Jazz. "Yes, we've all noticed that."

"So if I just try to stay blank all day tomorrow, I shouldn't glow," said Danny.

"But you're like the moodiest guy we know," said Tucker. "How are you going to pull that off?"

Danny glared at him, his eyes flashing brighter.

"See?" said Tucker, pointing.

"He's right, Danny," said Jazz. "You're a little moody, you know."

"You get kind of pissy pretty easily," added Sam.

"And you get turned on just seeing Paulina in a tight shirt," said Tucker.

"Tucker!" squealed Sam, lightly decking him.

"Hey, you like seeing Paulina in a tight shirt as much as I do," said Danny, his face glowing green with flushing ectoplasm.

"Yeah, but I don't light up like a glowstick," said Tucker.

Danny groaned. "Okay, fine. I guess I just have to stay away from everyone tomorrow. You know, not talk to anyone…at all. Ever."

"Really?" Sam raised a brow. "You're just not going to interact with a single person tomorrow?"

"What choice do I have?" asked Danny. "It's the only way to stop myself from showing emotion that would make me glow."

"It would also solve the problem of your echoey voice," said Jazz. "Honestly, not talking at all probably is your best bet."

"Right," said Danny, nodding. "I just go to school, stay blank and emotionless all day long, take the test, and then come right home. We've already tampered with the school's ghost detection system to not pick up on my ecto-signature, so no one will suspect that I'm secretly a ghost in disguise."

"If we're really going to do this, we need to start now," said Jazz. "Sam and Tucker, go get the hair dye and contacts. Danny, start figuring out how to suppress your emotions."

Sam and Tucker left to retrieve the dye while Danny stayed in Jazz's room and tried to meditate. He sat cross-legged on Jazz's carpet, closing his eyes and just breathing.

But his mind kept wandering. Thinking over Kitty's instructions made him remember how she overshadowed Paulina and made him think the prettiest girl in school actually liked him—that hurt.

And thinking about Dash borderline worshiping Phantom but having no respect for Fenton—that made him angry.

And imagining being stuck in ghost form forever and his parents eventually finding out and taking him down to the lab for torturous experimentation—that frightened him.

Through his closed eyes, he could see his glow pulsating, emanating with his different emotions.

"Here." Jazz lit an unscented candle and placed it in front of him on the floor. "I was doing some research on my phone about clearing your head when meditating, and they suggest focusing on a candle flame."

Danny opened his eyes and tightened his cross-legged position, holding his ankles as he stared at the crimson-edged flame. Bright white and orange sparked and flittered around the wick, melting the wax in a shiny pool underneath.

He followed each movement, each flicker.

Anytime a new thought tried to enter his head, whenever his mind started to wander, he refocused on the flame's dreamy dance.

"Hey!" Jazz squealed. "It's working!"

Danny blinked and looked down at himself. His brow creased when his glow appeared just the same as always.

"Well, it was," insisted Jazz. "I guess maybe I was too excited and that knocked you out of your state of emptiness. But it really does work!"

Danny refocused on the flame, this time with the confidence that this was definitely not a waste of time and he really could stop glowing if he just stopped feeling anything and everything.

His English grade depended on it.

After a few more minutes, Danny was able to clear his mind enough to dim his glow. He was working on closing his eyes and imagining the flame in just his head when Sam and Tucker arrived with the dye and contacts. With just half an hour before sunrise and a lot of teamwork, Danny Phantom was at last all dressed up and disguised as Danny Fenton.

Danny looked at himself in his bedroom mirror after Sam and Tucker returned home to get what little sleep they could before they had to start getting ready for school.

"What are you going to do with that?" asked Jazz, pointing at his black and white jumpsuit draped over his desk chair.

"Oh." Danny grabbed the suit and phased it through his wall, setting it on the nogging that he was using as a makeshift shelf for all of his hidden contraband. "Wow, I've never had to do that before."

Jazz put her hands on her hips as her gaze traveled up and down his body. "Black hair, blue eyes, regular clothes with pants and long sleeves to cover up as much as possible—but you're still glowing."

Danny moaned. "I know. I'm feeling nervous right now."

"Clear your mind. Let me see the full effect."

Danny shut his eyes, conjuring the flame again. His shoulders relaxed, and he opened his eyes, trying his best to remain blank and unfeeling.

Jazz approached him, her lips puckered with scrutiny as she walked around him, studying him from all angles. She then cupped her hands around her eyes and leaned in very close to his face.

"You're still glowing a tiny bit." She stepped back. "But as long as the lights are on and you try really hard to keep your mood even and bland, no one should notice."

Danny nodded, not wanting to even speak and risk losing his focus.

"But there is one last thing that needs to be covered up," said Jazz. "Your complexion. You still look like a ghost with all those green undertones." She brightened. "But some foundation will fix that right up!"

Danny sat in his desk chair while Jazz retrieved a few makeup items, including a bottle of foundation and some makeup brushes and sponges.

"Just don't think about it," said Jazz. "I need you to keep that glow dim so I can do this right."

Danny focused on the flame in his head and sat still while Jazz caked the foundation onto his face, blending out the edges and then setting it with a matte finishing powder. She also swept powder into his eyebrows to darken them.

"Open your eyes," said Jazz, coming toward him with a mascara wand.

"Is mascara really necessary?" asked Danny as Jazz tickled his eyelashes with the wand.

"Well, I considered using fake lashes, but I figured your white lashes would still show up underneath them," said Jazz. "Look up, please."

Danny grumbled but obeyed as Jazz continued applying the mascara.

"Okay, now look at me." Jazz squinted as she studied Danny's face. "Just one last thing."

Jazz picked up three tubes of lipstick and held them up to Danny's face, closing one eye as she examined each against her recent makeup job. Danny groaned and regained his glow.

"Danny, try to stay blank right now," said Jazz. "It's hard for me to choose the right color when you're glowing."

"But Jazz, lipstick, really?"

"Your lips are cold green. We have to somehow convince everyone you're filled with blood and not ectoplasm."

Danny groaned a final time before clearing his head again and subsequently dimming. Jazz selected a color and applied one layer over his lips, then another.

"This is expensive lipstick that is supposed to stay on your lips all day and not transfer," said Jazz, recapping the tube. "But just be careful when you eat or drink."

Danny stood to check his reflection in a mirror. His glow started returning as soon as he saw it.

"I've used makeup to cover bruises, but I never thought I'd wear a whole face of it," moaned Danny. After allowing himself to pout, he forced his glow back down again.

"You look great," said Jazz, coming up behind him. "You look human."

"You sure this is going to fool people?"

"As long as you don't let anyone look too closely, yes. Just keep everyone at a distance and don't engage in conversation or even eye contact." Jazz rubbed his back. "And don't touch anyone either, okay? No handshakes or anything like that. There's no way for us to raise your internal temperature."

"Mom likes to hug and kiss me in the morning."

"Well, then I guess we'll just have to leave for school early before she gets a chance."

Later, when Maddie was about to start cooking breakfast in the kitchen, Jazz invented an excuse for having to get to school early, something about a morning study session in the library before the first bell that of course Maddie believed because Jazz would never lie to her about such a thing. Jazz then ushered Danny past the kitchen, grabbing some toaster pastries that they could eat on the way.

"Bye, you two," said Maddie. "Study hard!"

Danny almost replied but stopped when Jazz shushed him. Right, right, his voice echoed too much in ghost form, he had to try very hard not to speak at all the entire day.

For once, Danny was relieved that he was not popular.

On the way to Casper High, Jazz stopped to pick up Sam and Tucker, who both had very dark circles under their eyes.

"Danny, hey." Sam gave him a groggy smile from the back seat. "You're looking good."

"Yeah," said Tucker with a yawn. "You look human."

Danny nodded but kept a very serious expression. "Thanks."

Tucker leaned forward and studied Danny more closely. "Dude, are you wearing lipstick?"

Danny blushed. "It was Jazz's idea. She insisted—I mean, she said my lips looked too green." Danny looked down at his glowing hands and groaned. "Oh, great. Tucker, I'm trying to keep my emotions in check, you know."

"That's right," said Jazz. "You two can't be cracking any jokes or teasing Danny today, not when he has to focus on staying blank."

"But Danny's always so fun to tease," said Tucker, grabbing and shaking Danny's shoulders from behind.

"That's of course true," said Jazz with a smile, "but he needs you two today." She glanced at Sam and Tucker using her rearview mirror. "You two need to be flanking Danny as much as possible, and if anyone tries to talk to him, you need to speak for him."

Tucker yawned again, more exaggerated this time. "I don't know, I might actually pull a Danny and fall asleep in class today."

Danny scowled. "Hey! I don't fall asleep that often!"

"Danny," said Jazz sternly.

"Right, sorry," mumbled Danny as he reeled his mood back in to turn down his glow again.

"We only got a couple hours of sleep," said Sam with a small slur. "But you two don't look too tired."

"That's because we didn't even try to sleep. Your bodies are feeling sluggish because you probably woke up in the middle of deep sleep," said Jazz. "I'm sure Danny and I will both feel some fatigue later today, but hopefully Danny will get the ability to change back before tomorrow so we don't have to do this again."

"God, I really hope so," moaned Tucker. "Danny's usually such a chatty Cathy, I don't know how we're going to explain why he's suddenly mute today."

Danny scoffed. "I am not a chatty Cathy!"

"Danny!" rebuked Jazz.

"God damn it." Danny gritted his teeth and refocused on the candle flame in his head.

When they arrived at Casper High, Danny stuffed his hands into his pockets and kept his head down as he walked between Sam and Tucker toward the main entrance.

"Is there anyone around that we know?" asked Danny, staring at the ground, watching his shoes with each step.

"Not yet," said Tucker.

"Okay, good," said Danny. "Please let me know if you see Valerie or Paulina headed toward us. I don't know if I can stay blank when I see a pretty girl."

"You've been looking at me just fine," said Sam, scowling.

Danny hunched over and shut his eyes. "Sam, don't make me feel guilty right now, please."

"All right, whatever," muttered Sam. "There are no pretty girls around to get your hormones in a twist, so you can relax."

"Let's just get to our lockers and then go directly to homeroom," said Danny evenly.

At his locker, Danny turned the dial for his combination, not wanting to risk phasing through in case engaging his ghost powers caused him to glow again. Nope, today he had to be as completely human as possible.

"Paulina's walking this way," said Tucker next to him, tilting his chin up to indicate down the hall. Danny closed his eyes and breathed in, focusing on the flame in his mind.

"She's seen us," said Tucker. "She's looking right at you, dude."

"Tucker, don't tell him that!" hissed Sam, smacking Tucker's shoulder with the back of her hand.

"Just tell me when she's walked by," said Danny, gritting his teeth and pretending to organize his books in his locker.

Danny could hear her voice, her laughter. She was getting closer, closer, and then he could hear her right behind him.

And a second later, she was still there. Another second, still there. Why was she taking so long to walk past?

"She's doing that thing you love where she flips her hair over her shoulder," Tucker whispered out of the side of his mouth.

Oh, God, he did love that. Danny ducked his head and threw his hands into his locker to hide the flash of his glow.

"Tucker, seriously, shut up," Sam whispered back.

Paulina's voice was finally starting to move now, drifting, floating away. Danny turned his head and could see her just out of the corner of his eye. She was looking back at him with a very confused pout, and then Star ushered her down the hall.

"She's so irritating," grumbled Sam.

"You survived, dude!" Tucker clapped a hand on Danny's back. "Now let's get you to class quick."

Danny breathed deep, sticking his head in his locker as he tried to keep the image of the flame bright. He exhaled, then pulled his head out and was just about to close his locker when he caught sight of another very pretty girl walking in the hall, a very pretty girl who smiled at him and was heading right for him.

"Shit, shit—" Danny buried his head in his locker again. "Tucker, make her go away, don't let her talk to me."

"Who?" Tucker whirled around. "Oh, Valerie! Hey!"

"Hey, Tucker," said Valerie. "What's Danny doing? Did he lose something in his locker?"

Danny pushed his head into his locker even farther.

"Nah," said Tucker. "He's just got a real bad zit he doesn't want anyone seeing."

Oh, Danny was gonna kill him for that—

Danny pulled his head out and slammed his locker door shut before dashing down the hall.

"Danny?" Valerie called after him. "Danny, everyone gets zits sometimes, it's okay—"

Danny ignored her, had to ignore her, couldn't let her see him glowing—

He breathed, slowed his walk, focused on the candle flame again.

"Danny." Sam came up beside him and put a hand on his shoulder. "You got this, Danny. And don't worry, I'll be sure to kill Tucker for you." She winced, lifting her hand. "You really are cold."

"Let's just get to class," muttered Danny.

"Okay, but be careful," said Sam. "Dash and Paulina are straight ahead."

"Of course they are."

Danny jammed in his hands in his pockets and stared at the floor as he walked quickly down the hall. He could see Dash's sneakers and Paulina's flats come into view.

"Hey, Fenturd!" taunted Dash.

Danny ignored him.

"Danny, hi!" greeted Paulina with her signature lilt.

Danny ignored her harder.

"Oh, my God," laughed Sam, looking over her shoulder. "Paulina looks so confused. I guess she's not used to guys just walking by her."

"She doesn't look mad, does she?" asked Danny anxiously, his glow promptly returning.

"Danny, chill."

"God—shit—"

Danny breathed in, his glow fading.

In homeroom, Danny clasped his hands on his desk and sat up straight, staring at Mrs. Werner's face and nothing and no one else. Breathing, breathing, breathing, staring, breathing some more.

When the bell rang, Mrs. Werner stopped Danny on his way out the door.

"You looked so focused, Danny," said Mrs. Werner. "You looked like you were really paying attention. Usually you look like you're about to fall asleep this early in the morning."

Danny stared at her. In truth, he could not remember a single word from her lecture.

"It's because you're a good teacher," he said flatly.

Mrs. Werner tilted her head. "Your voice sounds strange. Are you feeling okay?"

"Come on, bud, we don't want to be late for our next class," said Tucker, pushing and dragging Danny out of the classroom.

"Danny, your voice echoes in ghost form, remember?" said Sam in a low voice. "You can't talk to anyone."

"But nice try telling Mrs. Werner she's a good teacher," laughed Tucker. "You hoping to flatter your way to better grades?"

"I'm really not hoping for anything right now," said Danny, staring forward with blank expression. "Except to get through this day without anyone finding out I'm a ghost."

Paulina was out in the hall chatting with Star and Dash. She dropped her pen as Danny walked by. Danny barely glanced at the pen and didn't look at Paulina at all as he sped past her.

Right behind him, Tucker picked up the pen and held it out to Paulina with a big smile. "I think you dropped this."

Paulina made a face and held up her hand, palm facing him. "Ew, you can keep it." She turned up her nose, clutched her books to her chest, and walked away.

"You will not believe what just happened," muttered Tucker, running to catch up with Danny.

"I heard it," said Danny without turning his head. "Remind me to laugh about it later."

Each class blurred together for Danny. He had no idea what any of the teachers were saying as he tried to focus on the flame in his head, but they each remarked on his attentive stare and straight posture.

"Nice to see your eyes open for once," said Mr. Falluca with a wink.

"I've never seen any student look so enthralled with my lesson!" said Ms. Eddington while clasping her hands.

Danny never smiled, staring through them and not at them.

"Yes, Danny enjoyed your class so much, but we've really gotta get going now," said Sam on his behalf over and over again.

A few of his classmates tried to get his attention in the hall between classes.

"Hi, Danny!"

"Danny, hey!"

Danny could see the confusion on their faces out of the corner of his eye as he walked past them without even a glance.

"Fentnerd, hey, I'm talking to you—"

Dash's red letterman jacket was merely a blur.

"Danny!" cooed Paulina. "Where are you off to in such a rush?"

Danny had no idea why Paulina was actually trying to talk to him but he hated that he had to shrug her off. God, he hoped she would forgive him.

"Is it just me, or does it seem like everyone is trying to talk to me today?" asked Danny.

"Isn't this what you always wanted?" asked Tucker with a grin. "To be popular?"

"Not when I literally can't even enjoy it," said Danny. "Could this day go any slower?"

Lunchtime arrived at last. Danny phased himself and Sam through a locked classroom door while Tucker headed to the cafeteria. Danny took a seat at a desk in the empty classroom and sprawled out, letting his head fall back as relief and all other emotions washed over him and brought out his ghostly glow.

"I'm exhausted," sighed Danny, closing his eyes. "I had no idea repressing your emotions could be so draining."

"You've been doing a great job," said Sam at the desk next to him. She pulled her vegan lunch out of her eco-friendly bag and spread it out before her. "Want some?"

Danny eyed the leafy rabbit food. "No, thanks. I'll just wait for Tucker to bring some real food."

"That slop in the cafeteria isn't real food, Danny. It's literally cancer."

"Well, at least it tastes good."

Sam turned up her nose and took a bite of her lettuce wrap.

A few minutes later, Tucker entered the classroom carrying two lunch trays. Jazz walked in behind him.

"Pizza today, my friend!" whooped Tucker, setting a tray with a large pepperoni slice on Danny's desk.

"What are you doing here, Jazz?" asked Danny. "This isn't your lunch period."

"She snuck out of class!" laughed Tucker, popping open a can of soda and taking a seat next to Danny with his own pizza slice.

Jazz blushed. "Just for a little bit. I just said I needed to use the bathroom." Jazz held up a hall pass. "I really wanted to see how you were doing."

"Well. I survived the first half of the day." Danny groaned. "Barely."

"Tucker tells me you've managed to keep your glow at bay."

"I just hope to God I never have to do this again."

"Dash was actually looking for you in the cafeteria," said Tucker, his mouth full of cheese and sauce. "He's not happy you've been ignoring him."

"Yeah, I'm sure I'm in for the swirly of my life when this is all over," Danny quipped.

Jazz gasped, pressing a hand over her heart. "He does that to you?"

"When he's in a good mood," said Tucker, causing Jazz to gasp again.

Danny rolled his eyes. "Calm down, Jazz."

"But have you reported him? Have you told Mom?"

"No, Jazz, and you better not tell her either." Danny glared at her. "The last thing I need is for Dash to come after me if I get him kicked off the football team or something."

"But Danny—"

"No, I'm not having this conversation right now. One problem at a time." Danny placed both palms on the desk in front of him, breathing in slowly. "I just need to get through today so I can take my English test and go home without anyone realizing that Danny Phantom has actually been filling in for Danny Fenton."

"But Paulina would be all over you if she knew you were her ghost boy." Tucker grinned. "Although I think she maybe wants to be all over you now. I overheard her talking to Dash in the cafeteria. She thinks the way you've been ignoring everyone and acting all aloof is 'manly,' her word."

Danny's glow brightened. "She said I was manly?"

Sam scoffed and rolled her eyes. "I guess you just need to shut up every day and you can finally have the mega babe of your dreams."

"You're really telling me that this whole time, all I had to do was not talk to her?" Danny's jaw dropped. "Why didn't anyone tell me this sooner?"

"Hey, this is news to me, too!" insisted Tucker. "I had no idea girls also like it when guys play hard-to-get."

"Boys, calm down and eat your cancer," said Sam. "Lunch is going to be over soon."

"And I need to touch up your makeup a bit, Danny," said Jazz, holding up a small bag of cosmetics she had brought with her. "You're looking a little green."

Danny finished eating and stayed still while Jazz smoothed a new layer of foundation over his face, using red undertones to neutralize the ectoplasmic tinge. He closed his eyes and tried to keep his glow down.

"Have you even tried changing back yet?" asked Tucker. "Maybe it's already worn off."

Danny sent a signal to his molecules to switch over, but they remained trapped in ghost form. "Still stuck like this."

"You've made it this far," said Sam. "You'll be fine."

Jazz swept black powder over Danny's eyebrows and studied his eyes. "Mascara really makes your eyes so pretty, Danny."

Danny groaned and looked away, feeling his glow returning. "Yeah, that's just what I need to hear right now."

"She's not wrong," said Tucker, batting his own eyelashes mockingly.

"There's nothing wrong with guys wearing makeup," insisted Sam. "You look great, Danny." Her mouth twitched, threatening to curl into a smile. "And so very pretty."

Danny smirked mirthlessly, irritably. "You know, maybe you shouldn't make fun of a guy with ghost powers."

"Aw, are you trying to threaten us?" Sam coyly stuck out her bottom lip. "That's adorable."

"Be nice to Danny, you two," said Jazz sternly. "You can tease him all you want after school."

"Fine, fine," Sam and Tucker grumbled. Danny sighed and tried to once again suppress everything he was feeling.

Just a few more hours of suffering. Then he could go home and pray that this would somehow wear off before school the next day.

The next few classes passed similarly, teachers and students equally confused by his unusually stoic behavior and the way he sat up straight at his desk. Never speaking, never making eye contact, never allowing anyone to get close enough to touch his icy skin.

"Last class, dude," said Tucker, leading the way to Lancer's English classroom. "You ready?"

"You better ace that test after all the work we've done to get you here," said Sam.

"I will be thrilled with just a C," said Danny.

"Just try not to be thrilled until you can safely feel emotion again," said Sam.

In Lancer's classroom, Danny sat up straight with his hands clasped on his desk, looking forward and filtering out all the chatter around him, focusing only on the flame in his head.

Just one last class and then he could go home and wash off all this makeup and this nightmare would be over.

"Glad to see everyone is on time for our English test today," drawled Lancer, looking right at Danny. "Please remove everything off your desks except for a pen or pencil."

The students obeyed, shuffling and clearing off their desks all around Danny, who continued staring at nothing, his pen lying in front of him on his bare desk.

Lancer began passing out the tests. Danny's heart fluttered as a thin packet of paper was placed in front of him, and he hoped the lights were bright enough for no one to notice his skin tone flickering.

Sam and Tucker glanced at him before turning their eyes to their own tests. Danny breathed deep and picked up his pen, writing his name at the top of the first page of the test.

Easy so far.

He continued, a few multiple-choice questions about literary devices, some short-answer responses about the novels and short stories they had been reading in class. He relaxed, relieved that he remembered all of this from his studying.

Maybe he could actually get an A this time.

Or at least a B.

He was getting close to being done, almost there, just one more question, an essay question. Yes, he could describe the main character of the novel they had been reading the past couple weeks. Yes, he could discuss how the character upheld the themes and he could write a thesis statement and then expand on it in several paragraphs. Yes, yes, he had been studying this and he could do it, for once he could—

The lights went out just then, the sound of the air conditioner also vanishing. Students gasped and shrieked, a few whooped and laughed.

Danny's heart skipped once, maybe twice. He blinked down at his test, which he could still see in the natural light coming in through the windows.

"The power's out!" Paulina squealed.

"Does this mean the test is over?" asked Kwan excitedly.

"No, it does not. Everyone, please calm down and continue taking the test." Lancer opened the window curtains fully to bring in maximum sunlight. "Settle, settle, please."

Danny breathed in. This was fine, he could still finish his test and then go home and everything would be totally and completely fine.

But even with the sunlight streaming in from one side of the room, Danny realized just how dark it still was. If he were to glow now, it would be obvious, he wouldn't be able to hide it.

His heart started racing, sweat breaking out on his neck and under his shirt.

"Danny," whispered Tucker, staring at him. Sam also turned in her seat to look at Danny, her eyes widening.

Danny didn't need them to say anything. He knew exactly what they were seeing.

"Whoa—hey—what's going on with Fenton?" asked Kwan, standing up to get a better look.

"What do you mean? Oh, whoa." Dash also stood, his mouth gaping.

"He's glowing!" gasped Paulina. "And not the way my skin always glows, like actually glowing!"

"I told you he was a freak," said Star huffily.

Whispers arose all around the room, and Lancer didn't even try to quiet everyone this time. He was too busy staring at Danny, his expression comically dumbfounded.

And Danny's panic only grew, his glow brightening. Should he leave? Run away? No, that wouldn't solve anything. How could he explain this, solve this, fix this—

"Danny, uh—did you eat your dad's ecto-fudge again?" asked Sam.

Danny turned to her, his eyes big and mouth hanging open.

"Uh, yeah," said Tucker, sitting up straighter in his seat. "You know that stuff makes you glow like a ghost when you eat it."

Danny now stared at Tucker, still unable to speak as his mind tried to process their words.

"Wait a minute," said Dash. "You're saying Fenton is glowing because he ate some of his freakazoid dad's ghost fudge?"

"Yeah, sometimes Danny eats it for breakfast and forgets the side effects," said Tucker, chuckling and shaking Danny's shoulder with one hand.

The room was completely silent for a moment. Danny was sure his glow was getting brighter and brighter as he tried to avoid everyone's eyes.

"That is so cool," said Kwan, sounding genuinely awed.

"Ooooooh, so pretty!" gushed Paulina.

The room filled with excited whispers and murmurs. Danny looked around, confused and unsure how to interpret any of this.

"You guys really don't think it's freaky?" asked Dash, frowning.

"It's super freaky, but that would look so awesome on the dance floor," said Star. "It would be perfect for a rave."

"And I would love to glow just like the ghost boy!" Paulina sighed and clasped her hands against her cheek. "Maybe then he'll finally ask me out."

"And I wouldn't have to sleep with a night-light anymore!" exclaimed Kwan.

The room fell quiet as all eyes turned to Kwan.

"Uh, I mean what, who said that?" muttered Kwan, turning bright red as his enormous frame tried to shrink under his desk.

The lights came back on. The students chattered and whooped as Lancer tried to restore order in the classroom.

"You're in the middle of a test, everyone," said Lancer. "You still have until the bell rings, no extensions. Please focus and get back to work."

Lancer gave Danny a final odd look before sitting at his desk and surveying the quieting classroom. Sam and Tucker both smiled reassuringly at Danny before turning away from him.

Pens scratched against paper all around him. One student cleared his throat.

Danny sighed with immense relief as he looked down at his unfinished test, feeling his glow dimming a little. But now he no longer had to repress his emotions to hide it.

Everyone already thought he was a freak even before they saw him glowing, but at least no one suspected he was a ghost.

Danny picked up his pen, only too happy to finish writing his essay.

-DP-

Danny could feel his ability to change back into his human self return as Jazz drove him home after school. In the bathroom near his room, he removed the colored contacts and washed all of the makeup off his face, relieved to see his normal reflection in the mirror again.

Downstairs, the doorbell rang. Danny ignored it as he put his head in the sink and started rinsing the black dye out of his hair. It was probably just another package for his parents, parts and supplies for their ghost-hunting inventions.

"Danny?" Jack's voice called up to him. "Why are there a bunch of kids here asking to buy fudge?"

Danny froze before turning on the water even higher and burying his head farther into the sink.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #tucker foley #sam manson #imekitty writes #prompt writing #astravis

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“15. finding excuses to be alone with each other” With Bucky Barnes 🥰

I always do this too but then I get really nervous when it actually happens 😂

I never did that, but it sounds so bloody sweet. I hope you like with what I came up!

Bucky Barnes x (implied) Stark!Reader (sorry)

warnings: fluff, maybe some anxiety and intrusive thoughts by our baby boy, short mention of mind-reading abilities

word count: 1.5k

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The team—consisting of Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, and Bucky—had just returned from their mission in the snowy depths of Poland, still partially in their tactical gear, heavy duffle bags thrown over their shoulders or tiredly carried in their hands. Bucky felt as if he could sleep for hours if he hit the bed any time soon, and even thought the nightmares wouldn’t plague him as much as they usually used to, but he couldn’t fool himself that much. Instead, he dreaded the return to the empty bedroom he called his ever since joining his best friend and being out of rehab. He would much more prefer it if he could grab one of the books neatly stacked on the bookshelf—the only furniture, other than his closet, really in constant use—and make himself comfortable in the lounge or in the labs with…—

As the thought struck him, not really out of the blue because he was constantly thinking about her, Bucky stopped in his tracks and made Sam almost run into him on his way to his own room on their shared floor. “What the…? Could you please not randomly stop in front of my face?!” The brooding soldier didn’t even spare a glance at the complaining man in his back, who got on his nerves on a daily basis and let the duffle bag fall from his left shoulder as if suddenly pummeled by almost excruciating pain.

Steve had turned at the commotion in his back, eyes swiftly moving over the two men he considered his closest friends, before taking Bucky in, who now had even grabbed the base of his freshly crafted metal arm and let his shoulder slowly but steadily rotate. “You alright, Buck?” The brunet felt awful for worrying Steve in such a matter, knowing how the blond tended to be the mother hen of the entire group, always looking out for each and everyone, but he couldn’t help himself. So, he shrugged with the unharmed shoulder, fingers still closed around the metal covered by the rigid fabric of his combat jacket. “Not sure. Felt it earlier too. Probably should get that checked out,” Bucky muttered and attempted to gather the bag from the floor, but Steve was fast to stop him. “I got this, pal. Go and let someone take a look at it, but I need their approval to let you back in the field.”

With that, the blond soldier grabbed his bag and continued his way while Sam threw him a suspicious look as he walked past him, following the whispering and gossiping rest. He didn’t bother to listen in on them and instead turned back to where he came from and entered the labs next to the landing pad with the best view over the lake after a swipe of his keycard. The music, which had played until the glass door opened in front of him, stopped as soon as he stepped into the spacious room, equipped with the best of the best—at least, he assumed it because he didn’t know a single thing by name or function in his line of sight.

Tranquility found its way into his constantly working and often haunted mind, letting the tension in his shoulders disappear like snow at the sight of spring’s first sunshine, and he finally was able to take a deep breath, even before his eyes found a messy mop of hair peeking between screens and equipment.

“If you think you need to drag me out for another unnecessary father-daughter lunch date, you can immediately turn on the spot and move your ass out of here agai—…”

Her sentence ended as she looked up and saw him standing in the middle of her sacred space instead of her father. Bucky could see how her eyes widened a fraction, only a second, before a radiant smile crept onto her already pretty face. “James,” YN greeted him with the same tone she always used when talking to him—always so incredibly soft as if he was something precious she needed to protect. He didn’t think he was or that he even deserved an ounce of her kindness and gentleness, but he couldn’t keep his distance either.

“Hey, doll.” The nickname had started to slip naturally some time ago, but gladly, YN never seemed to hold any objections against it. Quite the opposite because he could always hear her heartbeat increasing while her cheeks blushed adorably. He could witness it just now, and that made him smile the first genuine smile since going on that mission. “What can I do for you? Is everything alright?” He remembered again with what excuse he had found his way into her presence and nodded, shame practically swirling in his body. “Uhm… I think something isn’t right with-with the arm,” Bucky managed to get out and felt even more ashamed at the sight of worry creeping up into her mesmerizing eyes, which had captured him since she first had laid them on him. “Oh, fuck. Okay, okay. We’ll get this fixed, yeah? I’m so sorry if it hurts or if the mission was at risk or if it troubled you or—…”

YN only stopped her rambling apology the moment she had reached him, and Bucky had gotten a soft hold of her hand. “It’s alright, doll. Really. Everyone came back without a scratch.” Except for your mind, the voice inside his head tauntingly whispered, but her touch was fast to silence it again. “Well, okay. Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you wear it without running some last tests after the transport from Wakanda.” The soldier followed her lead and tenderly squeezed her fingers, still entangled with his, as he sat on the chair she pulled out for him. “Actually, it’s nothing major. Probably have to still get used to it.”

It was a masterpiece she had crafted for him with the assistance of Shuri and the Wakandan materials, reminding him once more why he didn’t deserve this woman.

Her soft hands helped him out of his combat gear, leaving him with a bare chest in her labs, making him almost regret it. Bucky never liked it when she saw the many ugly scars and the deformed tissue that once was his left shoulder. But the moment her gentle fingers started to trace along the edge of his new arm where it was connected to the new prosthetic head, those thoughts almost entirely vanished, and his mind was only able to capture every angle and every expression of her face as she started to do her work.

“It looks good, great even. Almost… perfect.” Her whispering voice sounded as if YN was in a trance as her eyes wandered over every inch of his shoulder and the arm now resting in her hands, making him feel every single touch. “How’s the haptic feedback? Can you still feel…this?” He tried to look, but with a laugh, YN stopped him from moving his head by cupping his chin with her fingers. “No, don’t look. That’s not how those questions work. Your brain would tell you you feel something even if it’s not the case,” she grinned while Bucky thought his heart would explode every second at the even closer proximity of their faces.

At least he knew he wasn’t the only one realizing it, and a grin started to tuck at his lips. “Again. Do you feel this?” YN started to trace indecipherable patterns on his arm’s black and gold-infused vibranium, letting shiver after shiver run down his spine. “I never was good at guessing letters written on me,” the soldier mumbled, eyes almost entirely closed, imagining the sight of her fingertips tracing his arm wrapped around her middle in the morning light. “That’s okay.” Her words were just as quiet as his, and the sudden feel of her soft, warm lips pressing a gentle kiss to his temple made him gasp for air like some kind of unkissed boy whose crush took the first step in their own hands. His eyes shot open, and Bucky was faced with YN’s face and a tender smile playing around her lips. “You could’ve told me that nothing really was amiss, you know? I’m the last person who’d judge. I thought we already went past that.”

Swallowing, Bucky shrugged his shoulders and took the black shirt out of her hands after YN had handed it to him. “Steve said he would need your approval so I thought… No, wait. I didn’t really think. I’m… Shit, I’m sorry, doll.” Now he felt even worse than upon entering her safe space and bothering her with his nonsense, but as both her hands cupped his neck, he couldn’t hold back and wrapped his hands around her tiny-seeming wrists. “You never need to apolgize for coming here, James. I love your company. You’d never be a bother or a hassle or a nuisance, so stop thinking that.”

His eyes widened at that last comment, and YN shrugged, an embarrassed expression settling on her face. “It’s harder for me to shut your or anyone’s thoughts out when they trip into that direction. Sorry for prying and invading, and—…”

He shut her up by taking a leap of faith and kissed her.

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molly-ghuleh · 9 months

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Could I get the prompt "confession leading to a kiss, and "I think this is the part where your supposed to kiss me" with Cardinal Copia please? You write so well ♡

Kiss Prompts: Confession leading to a kiss + "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me."

Cardinal Copia x reader

SFW! Contains: descriptions of anxiety, love confessions, Copia being awkward and cute, kisses, friends to lovers

Ahhh thank you!! I'm glad you enjoy my writing hehe, thank you for requesting!! <3

Kiss Prompts

Copia paces and paces, back and forth and sometimes in circles and most likely carving a trench into the floor of his office. You watch as he mutters to himself in mixed English and Italian, his hands moving through the air as he rehearses the sermon he's set to give in thirty minutes.

Papa Terzo had called last-minute and begged Copia to hold tonight's Black Mass in his stead. "Please, fratellino, I feel like I am going to expel my insides from both ends," he'd said--at least that's what Copia told you he said when he'd called you in a nervous panic, but the man tends to exaggerate a bit.

The Cardinal is relatively new to his position, having just been promoted when Terzo ascended to the papacy and left the role empty. He's still not used to holding sermons in front of the entire unholy congregation. Frankly, he gets nervous before he has to stand up in front of any number of people. It doesn't matter if that number is two or two hundred. Hence the panicking and the phone call and the please, tesoro, I need you to calm me down.

You don't mind being a steadying force for him when he needs it. He's been there for you more times than you can count. It only helps that you've been harboring feelings for him since you met.

You sigh and stand from where you've been leaning against his desk and watching him pace across the room. "Copia," you say gently. "It's going to be fine. You teach seminars all the time! This is just like that." "No no no, cara. This is not just like a seminar... this is Black Mass. A Black Mass that people are expecting Terzo to lead. I am going to get up to the pulpit and stutter and freeze." Copia fiddles with his gloved fingers, making the leather creak with the frantic strength of his anxiety. "I can't go, I can't." You step in front of him and grab his hands, prying them apart so you can hold them in your own. "You can, Copia. You aren't going to stutter or freeze or piss your pants."

He huffs a laugh and you smile. "Everyone already loves your seminars, okay? People like listening because you're you, and you're passionate about what you teach."

Copia ducks his head. "People love Terzo."

"Yes, well. I don't love Terzo. I love you."

There's a beat of silence between the two of you. Copia's head lifts up to meet your gaze, and you try your damn hardest not to kick yourself or bolt from his office in shame. You'd been planning to confess, but... not like that.

The corners of Copia's mouth quirk up. "You do?" he asks softly. "Truly?"

"I do," you grin back at him. Your heart flips and pounds against your sternum. Say something, please, anything, you silently beg him. Let me down easy. Anything.

"Amore," Copia whispers. His own cheeks glow a bright red that rivals the shade of his cassock. "I love you, too."

Warmth blooms in your chest at his words. After years of toeing the line, of poking the sleeping bear that is your friendship with him, you know for certain that he feels the same. He feels the same and he is just as nervous about it as you are.

"I'm, eh... not good at this kind of thing," Copia says softly. His hands squeeze yours and you can tell that it's out of habit. That if you weren't holding his hands, he'd be wringing them frantically.

You lean in an inch, your heartbeat thundering in your ears. "I think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me," you whisper. His eyes drop to your lips as you speak, and his tongue pokes out of his mouth to wet his own. He takes a shaky breath.

"Yes... okay." Copia's voice is shaky but there's a shy smile on his face. He leans in the rest of the way but hesitates at the very last second, his mustache tickling your upper lip in just the way you imagined it would. Finally he musters the courage to close the gap, and his lips press to yours so, so sweetly.

It's a simple little thing, but you pour endless nights of pining into it as you kiss him back. You want to tell him that you've loved him since the day you met, that every date or fling you've had since he came into your life has failed because no one else can even compare. You want to ask him when he knew he loved you and then kiss him silly because you have him beat.

Copia gently pulls away but doesn't go far. His breath fans across your cheeks in hot, quick bursts and you know yours must be doing the same. "Amore," he breathes against you, his lips grazing yours as they move. With how close his face is he looks a little cross-eyed, but that only makes him more endearing.

You can't resist, and you lean up to steal another brief kiss. "Now," you say playfully. "This is the part where you go deliver the best Black Mass this Abbey has ever seen." Copia smiles. "And you will be there, yes?"

"Of course. I wouldn't miss it for the world."

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sauraunderscore · 1 year

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MERTHUR CANON PROMPT

Set during S4: in his madness, Uther is convinced that Arthur is developing magical abilities. In his head, it makes sense, because in the end, Arthur was born of Magic.

Merlin discovers the king's plot to murder his son and tries to make Arthur understand the importance of fleeing. But Arthur is stubborn and he wants to fight. He needs to know why is he suspected to have magic?

Bonus point if it's all a manipulation from Agravaine and Morgana.

Extra points for explicit Merthur, my beloved.

Anyone????

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dolores-hazy · 7 months

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Forced to stay still

There's room

But not for me

Shoved on the shelf

A fate decided

By higher powers

Who placed the

Bookends

With slapdash hands

Where I'll build

Spiders their castles

In a dust mote

Promised land

Collaboration with the brilliant @lithium-late-nights//prompt: bookends

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leclercinvegas · 10 months

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Could you please do 37 and 22 with Oscar Piastri ? Maybe he’s ditched an F1 dinner to hang out w the reader ? thanks :)

OUTFITS WERE THE PROBLEM

who: oscar piastri x reader

author's note: hi i am alive, ive just been having a major writers block but im back.

summary: f1 grid dinner but oscar is staying home

You nor Oscar were big fans of crowds, large groups of people, or even large dinner parties. You both wanted nothing to do with them. But there was a dinner for the whole grid tonight, Oscar knew you didn't want to go but he asked you anyways, "My love, would you want to go with me to the dinner tonight?" Oscar would always ask just to make sure that you wouldn't feel left out if he went.

"No I'm okay, thank you for asking though!" you responded turning away from the TV and the show you're watching to give him a smile. You were all curled up nice and cozy on the couch watching TV with yours and Oscar's dogs. "I'm honestly pretty comfortable right here tbh."

Oscar smiles cheeks becoming slightly flushed, "Okay, I'm going to get ready. I may need your help picking an outfit." A sly smile grows on his face

You suddenly sat up with excitement, "Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting. Are we about to have a fashion show?"

He laughs sweetly at your excitement, "Yes I am suggesting a fashion show, but it has to be quick cause I don't have much time."

"Okay!" you say in a excited tone as he walks into your shared bedroom and into the closet with you following behind him into the room and sitting on the bed. A few minutes later he came out with the first option. " You look too dressed up. Isn't it just a casual dinner?" He walks back into the closet to try on his next option. When he comes out you make a questioning face at him. "Do you really think a hot pink shirt and flamingo shorts would be the best idea?" He turns around again walking with his head hung to try on his last outfit. While hes trying it on you shout to him, "You know, you can stay home if you want to? We can just tell them you got sick or something."

When he comes back out of the closet he's wearing a hoodie and sweatpants. "I think that's a great idea. I didn't want to go anyways and it would have been boring without you," he tells you as he's moving towards you. He grabs your hand and pulls you into the kitchen. "So what's for dinner?" he questioned dropping your hand to turn to you.

"I never make dinner when you go out to these dinners. I just get take out." You say shrugging at him. He smiles and says, "Takeout it is then."

A little while after you ordered you both just sat on the couch enjoying each others company. The doorbell rang and he got up to go get the food and shouts as he's walking, "Put a movie on!" So you turn the tv on and go to Netflix to put on a movie. When he comes back with the food you're all curled up in blankets with the dogs besides you. He looks at you with the goofiest smile and says, "You're the only person I wanted to be with tonight."

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bupia · 9 months

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What if I said 20 (nighttime) with Swiss ghoul…

Going to bed at night: Swiss, Ghoul

“Good night, my love.”

It was the first time you two were going to spend the night together. After a long tour schedule, your Ghoul, Swiss, was finally free to meet you. You had been eagerly anticipating his arrival, and all you needed was his comforting presence beside you tonight.

Hours passed, and there was no sign of him. Doubts began to creep into your mind. Had you gotten the date wrong? Was he not coming back today? Feeling disappointed, you decided to blow out the candle on your bedside table, preparing to settle in for the night.

Just as you closed your eyes and started to drift off to sleep, you felt the bed move, causing you to snap awake. Turning your head, you saw Swiss, standing there. He was unmasked, and unclothed.

"Swiss? What..." you started to say, confused by his sudden appearance.

"Oh, my! I didn't mean to wake you up," he apologized, looking sheepish.

You sat up. "It's okay, Swiss. I'm just glad you're here. I thought you weren't coming."

He gave you a warm smile, coming closer to the bed. "I'm sorry it took me so long. The tour was more exhausting than I anticipated, but I couldn't wait to be with you."

You reached out to take his hand. "I'm glad you're here now. I missed you."

He climbed into bed beside you, wrapping his arms around you. "I missed you too, little one. I couldn't wait to hold you in my arms."

You snuggled into his embrace, feeling a sense of comfort. This was the best sensation in the world, having him close to you like this, it was magical.

"Let's just sleep now, I'm very tired." He yawned.

You nodded, closing your eyes, feeling the comfort of his presence. "Good night, Swiss," you whispered, feeling grateful for his presence.

"Good night, my love," he murmured, placing a soft kiss on your forehead. "Sleep well."

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autumnsunshine10 · 3 months

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Arrhythmia

Wasted so much damn time

On shackling sentimentality

Breathing in pollutants, irritants

Paying attention to the oblivious

What never pays attention to me

A lottery ticket scratched off too late

Tangled up in fate, so tempting

Attempting not to revert to hate

For myself...I still am worthy of love

At least I use that as a consolation

When the darkness closes in

And I must begin to remend

To fend and fight for every breath

Shaky yet still inhaling/exhaling

Dreams have deserted yet

Something solid is prevailing

Death isn't on the doorstep

If I go down it's teeth and nails

Scrapes and scratches calling card

God it's hard learning to live

To find yourself again

After the heart fails

Prompts: learning to live; paying attention

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wambsgansshoelaces · 3 months

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Can you do number 13 from the Pinterest prompt list with Kendall? 🥺 I feel like that's something he really needs to hear

Throw Pillow

Prompt: “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again.”

Kendall Roy x Reader

summary: homegoods + a sudden relapse

thank you so much for requesting, anon!!! I’m sorry this is late, I appreciate and love you very much <3 enjoy xxx

slight tw for drug use.

Word Count: 2.117k

When he’d asked you to move in with him, it’d been barely a year into your relationship. Not that you were opposed- it was the exact opposite. The minute you met, you just knew he was who you were meant for.

His apartment is so… sterile. It’s neat, it’s barely organized, it just doesn’t feel like a home.

“That’s why I’m with you,” he says teasingly in response when you tell him one day, cuddled together on the couch. His arm is looped around your shoulder, playing with your hair, fingers scratching gently at the nape of your neck. “You can decorate however you want.”

You hum contentedly, satisfied with his answer. Your palm is stroking over his toned stomach, your eyes focused on his. He has a goofy smile on his face, his expression laden with affection. You give him a soft peck on the lips. “We’re going to HomeGoods, then.”

He chuckles. “I don’t think anybody other than Connor actually goes there.”

“Do you want me to make this house a home or not?”

You kiss again, grinning into each others mouths. You slide off the couch, Kendall not far behind. You’re stepping into the kitchen, but he’s going to grab the car keys from the table by the front door. “Aren’t we going? he asks, staring back over his shoulder at you.

“You’re actually okay with it?”

“Of course I am.” He toes his shoes on. “Come on. Let’s go.”

He waits for you to walk out before him so he can let his hand sit on the small of your back as you both go. When you arrive at the store, you can’t help but stare at him. He leans against the shopping cart as you browse the aisles, dazed smile pasted on his face. He doesn’t actually care about the decorating. He’s happy just watching you.

You have a vision for your new home with Kendall. He wasn’t too fond of overly obnoxious colors, or any color at all, but you didn’t want your apartment to be sad beige. You want it happy beige, bright neutrals, a pop of soothing pastel every so often. You both go around, Kendall just nodding along to everything you say.

“Ken, I want you to like it, too,” you tell him at one point, a bit deflated that he wasn’t as into this as you are. He rounds the cart, coming close to you. You’ve been fidgeting with a ceramic bowl you think would serve as a good key holder. He gently pries it from your hands, setting it gently in the shopping cart, and takes your face in his hands.

His thumbs ghost over your jaw as he looks adoringly down at you. “If you like it, and you’re sitting in our bedroom, or our living room, or whatever the fuck, and you’re smiling, you’re happy, then I also like it.” He kisses you in the middle of the aisle, the warmth of his lips seeping onto yours. You pull away quickly after kissing him back, suppressing a giggle as someone shuffles past the two of you. “What? Don’t wanna be seen with me in public?” he asks mischievously, fingers still tracing over your face.

You laugh freely this time, swatting him on the chest. “Fuck off.” You walk off, continuing your amateur hunt. He follows. He’d always follow. He’ll follow you to the ends of the earth.

It doesn’t take that much longer for you to finish your shopping spree. Kendall insists on paying, on funding your delusions, and he carries all of the bags back to the car. You refuse to let him take everything inside your home by himself. The two of you chatter idly as you do so, laughing, giggling, being so stupidly in love.

After everything is unpacked and you’ve decorated to your liking, he hooks his arms around your waist and collapses onto the couch, dragging you down with him. He sighs as if he’s just climbed a mountain, his hand going to sit on your hip once you press up against him. He picks up a throw you’d bought from next to him, turning it over in his hand. His fingers run slowly over the fabric as he inspects it.

“What are these, anyway?”

“They’re pillows,” you say mockingly after pressing a kiss to his shoulder.

He scoffs. “Asshole. I mean, are they just decorative? Do I have to pretend like I’m tip toeing over landmines?”

“No, use them as normal pillows. They’re cute and functional.”

His hand travels to your stomach, stroking absentminded patterns into your skin, making you feel good.

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One night, you’re out later at work than you usually are. Some paperwork for an issue that seems like it’s never going to resolve itself. Normally, Kendall responds to your texts maximum ten minutes after they’re sent. It’s been half an hour.

You think it’s okay to start worrying at this point.

Kendall has a tendency to overthink things to the point of instability. You just hope that that isn’t what this is. Maybe his phone died. Maybe he’s taking a nap.

You would’ve never had guessed it to be weed.

When you shoulder the front door open, dropping your keys in the new key holder, the smell hits you. Your entire life, it’s nauseated you to an extreme. It’s just such a sour, sickening smell. You can’t stand it.

He looks up at you when you walk into the living room, caught, but not caring. The windows are open, but it’s clearly not enough for the smell.

You thought he was sober.

“Where the fuck did you get weed from?” you ask icily, your anger unable to keep itself restrained.

He turns away from you, instead staring up at the ceiling, letting a huff of smoke out. He’s sitting right by a window, directing his breath out into the outside air as to not trigger the smoke alarms.

“I know a few people,” is all he says in response.

You’re pissed. Your blood is boiling. Not that he relapsed, not that he’s clearly upset at something, but because he’d forgone telling you anything about anything and took things into his own hands. “Kendall-” is all you can say before he interrupts.

“Listen, I don’t want the lecture, or the boo-hoos. I just want to relax and get rid of this fucking headache. I don’t need your nagging.”

You grit your teeth and keep your mouth shut. You’re not going to dignify him with a response.

“Whatever you want,” you say back calmly. “You’re sleeping out here tonight.”

You watch his face immediately sober, shock and panic flickering over his features. He opens his mouth to call after you, but you’ve already disappeared into your room and locked the door behind you.

You’re torn. You feel bad for what you did, but Kendall has never, ever spoken to you like that before. Even when high, or drunk, he’d always been sweet. Kind, caring. You want to ask him what was wrong. You want to help him fix it, help him out of this hole he’s digging himself into. But he doesn’t want you to. So you suppose you can’t.

You change, and the silence in the apartment is stressing you out. As the hour passes, the repulsive stench of the weed fades away. You can hear faint movement from the living room, but you don’t bother going out.

Once you’re in your pajamas and sat in bed, you deflate a little. It feels wrong without him laying next to you. Your bed was usually warm with affection, but since you were by yourself, everything felt colder and less… real. Again, you’re conflicted. You’re mad at him, but at the same time, it felt mean what you were doing.

You lay back in bed, not even the blankets warming your body. You ran cold, Kendall ran hot. You’re upset, but you’re beginning to realize you need him in bed with you for you to sleep. Maybe you’d overreacted. Maybe you didn’t. You’d talk about it in the morning.

Your resolve embarrassingly crumbled, you go over, unlock the door, and stick your head out of the doorway. Kendall’s sat up on the couch, staring down at the ground, looking like a scolded child. You slide onto the cushions next to him, and you can still smell the weed on his breath.

“Hey. I’m sorry, I was being mean.” You kiss his cheek. “But that doesn’t mean I’m not upset with you. How about you brush your teeth and get to bed and we’ll talk about it in the morning?”

His fingers fidget with his sleeve. “Yeah. Okay. I’m sorry, too. I was being a fucking jerk.”

You go to sleep facing away from each other.

The morning comes quickly, and you wake up, your entire body stiff. You don’t feel rested, you feel like you’re missing something. You roll over to find that Kendall’s already awake, lying on his back with his hands folded on top of his chest.

Wordlessly, you scoot closer to him. You hope he’ll reach out to you, touch you, something. Your relief is staggering when he does, his arm snaking around your waist. He pulls you flush against him, his hand rubbing gently over your hip. He kisses your forehead hesitantly, then the spot between your eyebrows.

“We should talk,” you murmur to him, hand sliding over his chest.

“Yeah, we should.” You realize he’d brought a throw pillow from the couch with him, using it rather than his actual one. His free arm sprawls over himself, his forearm sitting on his forehead. “I don’t know how it happened.”

You scoff. “That’s such bullshit.”

“I mean it.” He avoids your gaze. “It’s like… I was at Waystar, and shit hit the fan, and everybody was fighting… It was my fault, Y/N. I fucked everything up. And before I knew it I was knocking on a dealer’s door. I threw it all out, though. I don’t… I don’t know why I said what I said yesterday. You don’t deserve that.” He pauses. “You deserve better than me.”

“Why didn’t you just talk to me about it? I promise I’ll always listen when you need to speak.”

For the first time this conversation, he looks you in the eyes. “I… I don’t want to be a burden. And I want to promise that this won’t happen again, but… but I can’t.” He rubs his hand over his eyes. “I understand if you don’t want to keep doing this anymore. I’m not exactly… I’m sorry.” His voice cracks as he speaks, and his gaze possesses an unusual clarity as opposed to the brain fog of last night. Tears well in his waterline, and your heart sinks. He looks away.

Your hand goes to his chin. “Kendall. Look at me.” You wait for him to listen, then continue. “I’m not going to leave you. You’re never going to have to suffer by yourself again, I promise.”

His breath stutters as he looks at you. It’s as if you’ve breathed life into him again, as if his heart had stopped and your words were volts of electricity. He chokes on a sob, breaking down, and immediately pressing his face into your neck. You stay silent. He just needs a few moments, and who are you to take them away from him?

You rub up and down his spine, soft, soothing movements.

You stay like that, for a while, him buried in your skin. You don’t mind.

He’s the love of your life; you’ll be damned if he continues on feeling like there’s nobody on his side. Eventually, he pulls away, small smile playing on his lips. “Okay. I’m sorry. This was all just a mess.”

You follow him, pressing a kiss to his mouth. He returns it, oh so fucking happy you’re still here. "If you ever have any problems, Ken, just tell me. I love you. I'll never not help you." His expression melts into one of pure affection. “If there’s ever any non-prescription drugs in this house again I’m going to murder you and sell all of your organs for money.”

You feel his smile widen against your mouth as he kisses you again. Mouth still on yours, he reaches up behind his head for the throw, yanks it from under him with one swift motion, and smacks you in the face with it.

"Hey!" you yelp, snatching the throw pillow from him. He makes a weak attempt at taking it back, but you don't let him.

Laughter filling the air around you, you lunge at him. Your bed is never devoid of warmth again.

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