#really into in the way that even though he was fucked up tucker still sorta was like ‘shit i mean ig bro’

[kiwibirdlafayette]

youtube.com/clip/UgkxQEMdkEsTgEok1TMEJdUSgACa2XQmQ55m?si=wFi08HKYD9ySCsW6 SONJA IANITEE COMPILATION

REAL SHIT‼️‼️ SHE KNOWS WHATS UP

dude. dude imma be real. I think sonja would make an amazing ianitee like. she follows mianite sure but theres this part of me that can sorta feel that her idea of how to act on “order” aligns closer to seeking a balanced so through an act of justice. in this essay i will

#clips that live in my mind the THOUGUHTS #just. i think it wouldve been interesting to see her change sides in the presence of this mianite who imma be real idont think she was #really into in the way that even though he was fucked up tucker still sorta was like ‘shit i mean ig bro’ #when given orders and stuff (like the ianitas) #like imagine she just fully jumps ship and’s like hey jordan we teammates now :D #im sure he’d accept her moreso then when tom tried to do that in Isles LMAO #mianite #asks #traitorsinsalem #sonja omgitsfirefoxx

[constellaj]

I will pay you up front if you can rewrite the Urban Jungle episode. Please, I am begging you

I love undergrowth and his character but the episode was just, awful

*Alright* I am going to approach this as if it is part of the original series; I won’t be making it stupid gay, changing the overall tone or messaging of the story, making it any rating past pg-13, etc etc

with that in mind: urban jungle feels like the episode where danny and sam should have started dating (going with sam x danny to fit with the ‘original series but good’ angle). the line “i always thought you ruled” is fucking banger so what we’re going to do is extend that out into the actual theme of the ep: sam and self-esteem

sam has friction between tuck already (vegetarian vs meat eater) and in the beginning of the ep we also are gonna bump up the friction between her and danny, with how she thinks his powers should be used for good and how he just wants a break etc etc. sam gets really caught up in activism and her friends kind of snap at her for it due to burnout, so they break up what was going to be a group movie night and sam goes back to her house alone while danny and tuck go to danny’s place.

i don’t want undergrowth to magically appear, and I don’t even need it to be anything to do with urbanization necessarily; instead let’s take a popular fan theory of summoning and combine it with the premise of the episode ‘what you want,’ where tucker gets ghost powers. let’s say that sam, while digging into the occult, is like ‘if i had ghost powers/plant powers/could drive out oil industries i would in a heartbeat’ and learns about a ghost she can summon (undergrowth). danny and tuck are busy playing doomed while she does this. undergrowth takes one look at her and is like “ohoho, i can tell you love plants just so much.” he will be manipulating her and preying on her rage and feelings of inadequacy for the majority of this episode

cool, undergrowth is here now. let’s keep the enslaving-people-into-plant-zombies thing, but instead of instantaneous let’s make it a little scarier, with creeping roots sinking into the water source and slowly moving through amity, bit by bit. danny is unaffected cause he’s a ghost, and he and tucker manage to realize something’s up with the fentons before tucker gets zombified too. they’ll run to check if sam is okay, and on first glance they’ll think she’s been zombied, but of course she isn’t in the same way everyone else is. she’s a host body for undergrowth, and she’s actually actively repressing his possession (shes had a lot of practice, working alongside danny), and she’s super bitter about literally everything they’re doing and kicks them out.

it has to be shown earlier in the episode that sam feels like a lot of what she does is performative/etc and that danny and tuck are in the wrong with treating her sorta like garbage.

i’m cutting the ice powers cause that’s dumb. instead we’ll have danny and tuck working together to try and find a solution, and learning (probably through old fenton records or tucker being smart) that liquid nitrogen can get rid of undergrowth until summoned again, so they have to go all the way back to the lab at casper high and hook up some machine or other to clear the town. (retroactively, let’s make one of the earlier arguments between them and sam take place during a lab, and throw in a sidebar about liquid nitrogen; lancer saying that it should be here, dash and kwan fucking around with it, danny just touching it cause hes ghost, etc, something like that) 

as they progress undergrowth/sam starts putting spores out, meaning tucker’s also getting infected, all while theyre fighting back these different plant people all in the town. plant people still retain some of their original personality and stuff as a joke though. insert joke about plant-paulina zombie-lumbering towards Phantom, creakily going “how about a kisss” and danny just, morphs back into Fenton, and she goes “ew. gross” and leaves. that kind of thing. it’s a lot of strategy and we get to see other characters interacting in a pseudo-dreamworld with danny and tucker, and a lot should focus on self-esteem or making them feel bad to drive the point home

also what needs to be shown earlier is sam’s crush on danny.

during the progression danny has to be getting really worked up about this and eventually let slip ‘and can you believe i was going to ask her to [x event, movie, dance, etc]’ and tucker like, balks. tucker says ‘she has had a crush on you for like two years man’ and danny is like “WHAT” and now, encouragement to get things done faster. course then dramatically tucker gets turned into a plant. here we learn that the plant people are mouthpieces of sam’s self esteem issues right cause tucker just goes “well why would you like her. she’s a sweaty goth girl. she’s too loud. she’s so bossy” which are all things that sam would have said about herself/danny would have said about sam earlier when they were fighting

so danny rushes to the school and grabs the liquid nitrogen but uh-oh, of course undergrowth/sam is already there ready to stop him. something something she probably heard his conversation with tucker through another plant person, maybe valerie on a hoverboard. anyway she wants to possess danny and make him a plant person and we get the “together we can rule / I always thought you ruled” line that was the only good part in the og episode. this inspires sam to break out of the undergrowth mindset partially but, naturally, she was just a pawn for undergrowth who’s been preying on her self-esteem issues this whole time, and so now he’s like “ugh well if you’re not easy to manipulate what’s the point. i have to take over the entire planet with plants now bye”

epic fight scene with danny and sam working together to blast the man with liquid nitrogen while sam slowly gets possessed/plantified. something something something, they run out of nitrogen before sam gets totally planted, ghost breath is very cold (also needs to be referenced earlier). it’s probably tucker’s idea, but danny gets to do a magic kiss so she comes back.

it’s super awkward and she punts him at first. but then on for the rest of the series they actually ARE dating and there’s no more weird back and forth drama about things. danny’s ‘ice powers’ are now just being able to slightly control his body temperature (jokes later on about him faking sick by artificially making a low temp). sam is never once weirdly sexualized and instead she’s lashing out because she thinks her friends don’t care about her as much as they care about each other. undergrowth isn’t giving sam special treatment, she just happened to be the easiest pawn to reach

#danny phantom #undergrowth #urban jungle #sam manson #Anonymous #adpRewrite

[datawyrms]

Happy DannyMay everyone! i say while dropping this. For day one, Memories. sorta kinda sequel to this Half a Decade Late

He said he’d never hate them. Back when he thought it would only be a matter of time until he found a weakness, a flaw and squirmed free. He always had before. He didn’t like being captured, and he certainly didn’t like getting shoved into cages, but it was always temporary. A terrifying inconvenience. Something he’d shrug off eventually and forget. Lately he was starting to realize he’d forget that he ever considered thinking charitably. Just like all the other things he couldn’t quite remember.

They took everything. His freedom, his limbs, his skin, his voice. So many things he had the misfortune of learning he could recover from with enough time. Really broke the idea that anything about you was special. Did it matter that they ripped him open when the green slime he was made of would eventually cover the hole without even a sign of the pain it caused him? He just stopped caring. Ghosts didn’t feel pain. Maybe if he believed that enough, he wouldn’t need to feel it. Hurt was just a matter of perspective.

He was changing, apparently. The spectral copies of his human organs they stole over and over again stopped being perfect copies. Sloppy. Apparently his body was forgetting what the real ones were like. He didn’t remember the last time he’d been human anyway. That was fine. It was the only real way he could bother them now, being ‘less useful’. Obviously he didn’t need them that badly. He envied some of his fellow prisoners. They were just green inside. Nothing the vultures wanted, nothing for them to mutter and prod at while he struggled uselessly.

He didn’t really know why he still bothered to do that. It never worked. Some impulse. Just better than keeping still. He never really was a human, was he? Humans didn’t treat other humans like this. So he wasn’t one. So why did he ever think he was?

Tie was weird. Maybe having a soul made you act all funny. He’d been tempted to change her name, to no-mask or just face, but the words didn’t feel right, sort of caught on his tongue. Even when he didn’t have one sometimes! Tie just slid off easily. Like he’d said it a lot, or something like it.

So the newbie remained Tie. And Tie was weird. A good kind of weird? She didn’t just tell him to shut up, anyway. Most of them were boring like that. Though not getting shocked into unconsciousness did make the days tend to drag a bit more. She did make his head hurt sometimes, with all the weird reactions Tie made. It always passed though.

He kept playing with the lights up there so they would flicker and crackle, just to check if it was a Tie day. Sure, that got a good amount of shocks when it wasn’t Tie, but they were always grumpy after he’d lost a limb or two. It was almost amusing again. That was the word. Maybe?

“You don’t remember Amity at all?”

Frustration and anger that was directed at him, but also not. Tie was super strange like that. “Why would I?” His response just made her eyes narrow more, but she didn’t do anything to take it out on him. It was hilarious. 

“That’s where you’re from.”

“News to me.” Might be a lie, might not. Gun grunts said lots of weird stuff. He shifted position, watching her while upside down didn’t make it easier to tell if humans were lying or not, but did make her scowling funnier. “That’s where you’re from then? Or that other name you keep using.”

“You can’t actually be him. Fuck.” She was rubbing at her forehead, looking away at nothing. “You remember ghost hunters but not Amity Park?”

“Hey! Names are hard, Tie. Isn’t like you know the name of every town you’ve ever been in.”

“No, but I remember the one I lived in most of my life!”

“Good for you! I’d clap but I’m kinda under armed for the task.” Under armed. He snickered as she only rolled her eyes at his joke, but it only made him think of another one. “Isn’t like a ghost lives anywhere.”

“You’re in here for hell knows how long and you can’t get better jokes?!”

Tie’s irritation just made it funnier. “These are gold! Way better than the stuff you guys laugh at.”

“Like what?”

“Oh you know.” The humour of the moment passed as he got back up, wondering if he should give the old ice trick another go. The noises were fun. “Like how the ghost won’t eat, but ghosts don’t breathe either. So the ghost can’t do much to stop ya.” As if Tie didn’t know. She still made the weird pinched expressions though. Why bother? It didn’t really matter if she actually had a soul still. Those ones just quit and then there’d be a new newbie. “Lots of you think that’s reaaaaal funny.” He stuck out his tongue, gagging. “Gross gun grunts.”

“That’s not funny either.”

“Try breaking your funny bone a few times. That’ll fix it. Or was that computers?” He frowned, rubbing his fingers against his chin. Computers. What was it about computers again? Re-re-something? Like with bones when you...did something…

“Phantom!”

That jerked him out of his considerations. “Still not him!” Now that he checked, Tie looked like she’d been trying to get his attention for awhile again. That, or she’d figured out how to teleport closer to his cage. Both were very possible. Probably. 

“You didn’t hear a word I said, did you.”

“You were talking?”

“For someone who says he isn’t Phantom, it sure gets your attention fast.”

He shrugged. What did Tie expect? So what if he noticed it? It didn’t mean anything to him, personally. It was like comp-whatevers. “You could say the coats were coming and I’d do the same thing.”

“Doubt it. You remember Jack and Maddie maybe?” Tie hesitated, as if saying something to him actually mattered. “Your parents?”

“I’m a ghost. And possibly a starfish. Since I do the whole regenerating thing.” He’s pretty sure it’s starfish that do that. “I don’t think they’re big on families.” He thought that was pretty amusing, having like. Little voiceless things that cling to rocks as parents. Actually had a bit in common if you thought of his cage as a rock? Tie didn’t agree, based on how he was biting at her lip and clenching her fists. Still no shooting. Still super weird.

“Be a mercy killing at this point…” Tie wasn’t actually speaking to him, but it was interesting. Killing what? One of the other ghosts maybe. “Sam, Tucker? Any of them ring a bell?”

He certainly didn’t have a bell in here. “Sam...and Tucker are names?” He guessed, shuddering a little. Weird names. Made the gooey mess of ectoplasm he was made of wriggle when he said it. Like when he was struggling to digest something, uncomfortable and heavy and just making him want to move when he couldn’t. Though he could this time. Zipping up to the top of his cage helped shake the feeling off, at least. He wasn’t saying those again, no thank you. “You have weird tricks, Tie”

“They’re just names. I didn’t do anything to make you fly up there. I half thought you couldn’t do that anymore.”

Tie did have a bit of a point. When was the last time he’d flown up here? “Think I forgot I could?” He didn’t really move much in general. Not like he had anywhere to go, his cage didn’t really change.

She just looked tired. “This isn’t fixable.”

He wasn’t really paying attention, poking at the edges of his cage with his feet was pretty entertaining. It tingled a bit when he got pushed back, but flipping over in the air was easy. Why didn’t he float more? “Gun grunts don’t fix things, so Idonno why you care.”

Tie wasn’t paying much attention to him either, muttering to herself. “Manson would kill me for doing it. No way she’d believe you’re like this. Let alone the Fentons...”

Well, that was boring. He busied himself with counting how many seconds it took for the shock to stop coursing through him when he touched the walls. Though it was a bit tricky to keep track between tries.

“Skulker? Ember? You at least remember the ghosts, don’t you?”

“Are you just making names up now Tie?” They just sounded silly. The thought of someone named ‘Skulker’...who was also very tiny. Now that’d be funny. Kinda liked that idea actually.

“Probably don’t even remember the guy who put a million on your head…”

“A million whats? Questions? That’s more a you thing, Tie.”

“No, Vlad. The mayor?”

“The what?” Things weren’t funny anymore. He wasn’t cool and passive. That word, there’d been others but he didn’t even care what they’d been. The V had been enough to set his core to a furious pulsating heat of fury. His ice claws clung to the wall even as the buzzing in his skull grew stronger as the field tried to shove him back. “WHERE” He snared, not caring how his throat burned from the partial wail trying to scrabble out of his throat. Tie didn’t matter, nothing mattered and he actually missed his arm since not having it made it harder to keep his grip and snarl at the one backing away from his prison. “WHERE IS HE?” Oh he’d order anyone, and they’d listen or he’d shred them as soon as he got through- but his claws were cracking- green and red staining and corrupting the fine edge he’d honed so often. Why did he care? He didn’t know, didn’t want to know, he just had to act and now, just in case. The chance might slip away and he wouldn’t, they’d pay they’d pay, they’d PAY.

“Danny! Stop hurting yourself, he’s not here!” Tie was blathering, but at least backed away when he shrieked at her. Stupid Tie. Didn’t know anything. “Hell. You don’t even know why you’re mad, do you.”

He kept slamming the ice back in place, even as his arm weakened and started oozing. He didn’t need his legs, he didn’t need arms, he didn’t need anything. Just OUT. NOW. He snarled and snapped at the metal that grabbed his back and slammed him hard to the ground of his cage. It ignored him and the awful warmth that had consumed everything. He never won against it but now he had to keep trying because-because the anger? Because of something. The metal easily ignored the green surging pulses of electricity, just kept pressing down on him until he wasn’t solid enough to struggle, not strong enough to scream at it. The awful stabbing feeling in his core wanted him to act, but he couldn’t even defiantly flick his tail as he grew colder and slipped out of consciousness.

Everything hurt and it wasn’t even Friday. At least. He didn’t think it was? He’d have to ask Tie about it...if Tie showed up again. Something about her gave him a stab of unease. Might have something to do with all the green stains in here. Didn’t remember getting shot though. Strange. Must have done something. Maybe. Didn’t really matter.

#Danny Phantom #Dannymay2021 #dannymay #valerie gray #many terrible implications #i couldn't help it i had more pondering #vals no good day mark 2 #now to endlessly not decide if i should make a compilation on ao3 #or just stick things to the ends of the phic phight stuff i'm doing

[hellpark]

KENNY: Oh god...

KENNY: Ohhh shit-- pick up the damn phone for chrissake-- 

TOKEN: Kenny...?

TOKEN: You alright?

KENNY: No I ain’t alright!

KENNY: Karen hung up on me!

TOKEN: Oh...

TOKEN: Does that mean you’re done with my phone, then?

KENNY: N-no, no I gotta try n’ call her again.

KENNY: Just.

KENNY: Just gimmie a sec, she’s gotta pick up...

TOKEN: Right... take your time, dude..

KENNY: There’s no time to take!

KENNY: She hung up right after she said some damn stranger was in the house!

TOKEN: Oh, jeez...

KENNY: God dammit, I think she turned her phone off...!

KENNY: Oh god oh god, what the hell am I gonna do thirty fucking miles out of town?!

TOKEN: It’ll be okay Kenny, I’m sure--

KENNY: No, it’s not gonna be okay! 

KENNY: Who knows who or what is in that house with her, look at where we are right now!

CRAIG: Hey.

CRAIG: Do you guys wanna shut up, maybe?

CRAIG: You’re distracting me from my shit.

TOKEN: Oh, sorry Craig...

TOKEN: Kenny’s having some issues with Karen, I think.

CRAIG: Uhuh...

CRAIG: I don’t care.

CRAIG: [grumble grumble]

CRAIG: (Can’t even browse tumblr without someone getting hay shoved up their ass right in front of me...)

CRAIG: (Why are either of them even still awake.)

CRAIG: (Why do I have to be cooped up in a stupid barn with all these people right now...)

CRAIG: (Why is--)

CRAIG: 

CRAIG: Whhhh...

CRAIG: W--

CRAIG: That’s m--

CRAIG: That’s my blog.

CRAIG: This is on my blog.

CRAIG: Th--

CRAIG: ...

CRAIG: WHAT IS THIS SHIT DOING ON MY BLOG???

CRAIG: I--

KENNY: Craig???

KENNY: What’s the matter, I don’t think I’ve ever heard you yell so loud in your life!

STAN: Yeah, shut the hell up over there, some of us are trying to sleep.

CRAIG: ...Y... you shut up...!

CRAIG: Fuck your sleep, I have a problem!

STAN: Yeah, I know, we kind of got teleported here by a freaking demon, dude.

STAN: We’ve all got problems right now, you’re not special.

CRAIG: I’ll kick your ass!

STAN: Go ahead, it’s already facing right towards you.

STAN: I’ll even wiggle it a little to make it a moving target, if you wanna make a game out of it.

CRAIG: WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU?!

TOKEN: Jesus, dude, what’s wrong?

CRAIG: Besides Stan Marsh being as stupid as ever?!

KENNY: We mean what the hell made you yell so loud, dude???

CRAIG: Oh, I’ll tell you!

CRAIG: This guy is posting shitty selfies of himself on my blog!

CRAIG: MY blog, and he has the audacity to post them with--

CRAIG: W-with...

CRAIG: With him sitting right next to him like it’s nothing!

CRAIG: There’s a circus in my house and I’ll bet you money it was that stupid Tweek demon guy who led us all away so they could party it up in my room!

CRAIG: We should have never let that stupid goat take us all the way out here.

CRAIG: Now they’re all fiddling with my shit and probably having a laugh about it, look at him in this picture!

CRAIG: Look at who’s in the fucking picture with him!!!

KENNY: OH GOD...

CRAIG: Oh god is right!

CRAIG: They’re messing with all my shit!!!

CRAIG: I’m freaking the hell out!

CRAIG: I’m so fucking close to kiCKING STAN’S STUPID ASS STOP SHAKING YOUR BUTT AROUND YOU FUCKING DELIRIATE.

STAN: maybe shut up first lol

KENNY: OH MY GOD, KAREN!

KENNY: SHE SAID SHE WAS HANGING OUT WITH YOUR SISTER IN YOUR HOUSE, CRAIG.

KENNY: SHE HUNG UP AND WON’T ANSWER MY CALLS!

TOKEN: They tried to chuck us all off the side of a bridge, who knows what they could be doing right now?!

CRAIG: TOUCHING MY SHIT IS WHAT THEY’RE DOING!!!

CRAIG: Touching my shit, putting pictures of themselves and Thomas’s corpse sitting in my bedroom!

TOKEN: Craig, I think this is a little more important than them touching your computer!

TOKEN: They could have hurt your guys’ sisters!

CRAIG: BUT LOOK AT WHAT HE POSTED ON MY BLOG!!!!!

KENNY: Craig, I know it’s probably goddamn traumatizing to see that shit right now!!!

KENNY: I know it’s hard for you to grasp this sorta thing during a meltdown.

KENNY: I’m sorry you’re having a difficult time with all of this crap, but there’s people actually in danger in your house right now, man!

CRAIG: Don’t tell me I’m having a meltdown!

TOKEN: Oh my god, okay--

TOKEN: Kenny, let’s just pull ourselves away for a minute here.

CRAIG: Don’t turn your backs on me like that!!!

TOKEN: Just ignore Craig for a second.

TOKEN: There’s demons in Craig’s house, Karen and Craig’s sister are in Craig’s house-- what do you think should be done?

TOKEN: What can we possibly do from here?

KENNY: I ain’t got a damn clue!

KENNY: We gotta get someone over there to help them out!

TOKEN: Okay, well maybe that isn’t such a good idea?

TOKEN: We’ve seen what they can do, right?

TOKEN: Is it smart to drag someone else into this?

KENNY: Token, you don’t have a freakin’ sister, you don’t know what this is like.

TOKEN: Okay. You’re right.

TOKEN: But I don’t know if--

KENNY: Wait.

TOKEN: What is it, man?

KENNY: I know exactly who to call.

KENNY: Ain’t no way he’s tangled all up in this mess yet, neither.

KENNY: Won’t gonna get his ass whooped neither.

TOKEN: Okay, well who’s that?

KENNY: My boyfriend.

DOGPOO: snrrk nsnzznnzzzzzzzzzzz...,.

[ ♫ I’M A BARBIE GIRL, IN A BARBIE WORLD ♫ ]

[ ♫ LIFE IN PLASTIC, IT’S FANTASTIC ♫ ]

DOGPOO: fhnfnhmmghfghg

DOGPOO: [yawn]

DOGPOO: An unknown caller disrupting my sleep, now...?

DOGPOO: Just who on earth could be calling me at this devilish hour of the night...?

DOGPOO: Mmhhello--

KENNY: Hushpuppy stain in the rug, we got some demon huntin’ to do!

KENNY: Grab yer damn shooter n’ get ready to pump lead!!!

DOGPOO: KENNY???

KENNY: Damn right!

DOGPOO: DEMON HUNTING?

DOGPOO: Y’AIN’T PULLIN ME, ARE YOU NOW?

KENNY: Hell no, I ain’t whistlin’ no dixie over here, I’m a gallon o’ gas aways from town and the fuckin’ devil’s stampin’ his hooves in town!

KENNY: Get your red ryder and get ready to shoot some damn eyes out!

DOGPOO: You sound oh so serious, I hardly recognize the tone, honeypot!

DOGPOO: Your words shot me wide awake quicker than the smell of pie in the morning, I just can’t resist a shootin’ with you!

KENNY: I’m serious!

KENNY: I’m cooped up in a barn outta town, and there’s demons runnin’ amok with my damn sister out there!

KENNY: She’s up in a heap of danger and I ain’t got nobody in the world I’d trust more than you to keep her safe right now.

KENNY: Never been more serious in my life, ragamuffin.

DOGPOO: Oh.

DOGPOO: Karen’s caught in the throes of the devil, is she now?

DOGPOO: Seems we really ain’t playing rockahorse.

KENNY: I don’t joke around when it comes to who I love, don’t go reckonin’ I’d do it to you.

DOGPOO: I see.

DOGPOO: Well then, I’d be duller than the heel of my boot if I didn’t think I could do something about that, wouldn’t I?

DOGPOO: A demon or two doesn’t quite sound like nothin’ a shell can’t handle.

KENNY: Dogpoo, these are serious folks you’re gonna be ditzin’ around with.

KENNY: Damn near chucked me n’ my friends off a bridge a couple hours back.

DOGPOO: I still don’t see the issue here, darlin’.

DOGPOO: You might have death’s hand hovering your shoulder, but one look at me and they’ll be wishing they were busy chopping onions instead.

DOGPOO: I’ll get your sister out of the slick, just you wait.

KENNY: Alright. I trust you, mudskip.

KENNY: You’re the rankest varmint this side of Colorado, if anybody’s gonna get them runnin’, it’s you.

DOGPOO: A threat is nothing more than a man who’s pride is in his hands, not his skin.

KENNY: You really grabbin’ your shotty, yeah?

DOGPOO: Would you expect anything less after you’ve excited me so?

DOGPOO: I’ve got an itchy finger just beggin’ for a trigger to pull now.

KENNY: Okay, good. 

KENNY: But keep them earholes wide for me, water nugget.

KENNY: You gotta be real damn careful.

DOGPOO: I believe we’ve been over this already, Kenny.

DOGPOO: Am I to understand you’re doubting my abilities here?

KENNY: Not at all.

KENNY: These people ain’t just strangers, though.

KENNY: Well, most of them, anyhoo.

KENNY: You will know one of them, for sure.

KENNY: I ain’t got a clue on how many of them are there, but they’re all stuck up in Tucker’s house.

KENNY: Stick your barrel in the nose of any horned bastard you so damn please, but for the love of all mighty...

KENNY: Don’t let that poor bastard Thomas stick around them.

DOGPOO: You’ll need to be more specific than that, sweetie pie.

DOGPOO: There’s a few Thomas’ in this town that come to mind off of the top of my head.

KENNY: Look, I ain’t gonna dilly dally here-- you’ll know what I mean if you see ‘em. 

DOGPOO: Alright, so your shopping list here’s one Karen, one Thomas, and a face o’ lead for a demon or two, huh?

KENNY: Craig’s sister’s there with Karen.

DOGPOO: Only logical, considering what residence I’m being pointed off to.

KENNY: I don’t care what’s done.

KENNY: Just get those kids outta there.

DOGPOO: Anything for you, sunshine.

DOGPOO: Ain’t a day where you can’t count on me.

KENNY: I know.

KENNY: I love you.

DOGPOO: Love you too.

DOGPOO: Well, I suppose there isn’t anything like a two AM witch hunt...

DOGPOO: Oh, poor Kenny... whatever have you gotten yourself into this time.

#south park #kenny mccormick #dogpoo #dogpoo petuski #craig tucker #token black #stan marsh #hellpark

[geekgirles]

Your Heart

Chapter 3 -- Introductions

READ ON AO3

Word Count: 8831

Sleep. Ah, blissful sleep. The Holy Grail Danny had spent his entire high school life looking for, and that still eluded him from time to time. That wonderful feeling when he just collided on his bed after a long day of balancing his secret identity and his civilian one, of ruling over a race whose reputation had earned him the contempt of many, of fighting rebellious spirits...To just let the tiredness wash over and slumber take him was pure bliss. 

Could there be anything more amazing?

At this point Danny’s perfect day had evolved from the amazing activities normal people looked forward to ーgoing to the beach with friends, binge-watching an entire season-worth of episodes in a day, ice skating…ーto the simple joys in life, such as getting a full night’s sleep (maybe even sleeping in, if he was lucky), going to the Nasty Burger with Tucker, and just having a normal day. 

But, as an aggravating sound would remind him, those days were far and in between. 

Twisting around in bed, eyes tightly shut and his face forming a grimace in annoyance, the halfa did everything in his power to ignore that damned noise. Trying hard as he might, there was no turning off the volume of that obnoxious beeping. Giving up, he reached out a hand from under his covers to tap the snooze button.The fucking alarm clock; his worst enemy after Plasmius. And the second most annoyingーthat title belonged to the Box Ghost.

Stifling a yawn with his hand, he got out of bed. Half-heartedly rummaging through his closet, he picked the first thing he could find and went inside his bathroom, having no choice but to start a new day. Once inside, he locked the door and took one look at himself in the mirror, well, as good as a look through sleepy, half-lidded eyes could be. He was greeted by the sight of his ghost form’s nuclear white hair and glowing green eyes. Seeing his reflection, Danny jumped back in surprise, until he remembered the previous day’s events. 

After officially meeting the Witch Queen he decided to crash in his lair in the Ghost Zone, too exhausted to return home.

He attributed not realising it sooner to his chambers’ appearance. Soon after he became the Ghost King, he was instructed to create a lair of his own; to cement his current position as ruler among his subjects, and to have a place where they could go in case they needed his help that wasn’t Fenton Works. Clockwork helpfully pointed out that keeping his secret identity from his parents and the citizens of Amity Park would be considerably more difficult if the ghosts had to look for him around town whenever they needed him. 

It was also Clockwork who gave him the idea of designing his lair taking himself as inspiration. “Try creating something both familiar and completely foreign; such as your own condition.” the Ghost of Time advised wisely, “Combine things that remind you of your human halfーtry not to make it very obvious, while you’re at itー with the sort of elements typical of the Ghost Zone.” 

And hence, he created his lair. 

On the outside it looked like a house belonging to the neighbourhoods he and Tucker grew up in, but on the inside he drew inspiration from Pariah Dark’s castle. Only it wasn’t nearly as frightening, just lavish enough to give the impression that someone powerful resided there. But his favourite room was, without a doubt, his own. An almost exact replica of the one at FentonWorksーthe main difference being that this one had its own bathroom and a few large one-way windows he used to oversee his realmー Danny could feel at ease. And, again, it explained why he hadn’t noticed he wasn’t back on Earth. That, and the sleepiness, of course. 

Shrugging, he summoned the twin circles of light to surround his body, the familiar, chilly sensation running down his spine. Once he was Danny Fenton again, he stripped off the clothes he’d worn the previous day, got into the shower, and got the water running. 

As he showered, his mind raced back to the previous day. In particular, to his meeting with the Queen of the Witches of Amity Park. She was a riddle, wrapped in a mystery, inside an enigma. Even with his alter egos, both of his identities were fairly well-known in the public eye. Danny Fenton was the son of Amity Park’s most notorious ghosthunters, not necessarily for their skill or captured ghosts, but his parents had certainly always been very present around town. With their ghost conferences and pep talks, their field trips searching for ghosts around town, that one time they felt like dressing up like back in the 80’s and embarrassed him and Jazz in the middle of the Nasty Burger just because he’d forgotten his wallet… 

Between his parents, puberty, and his new-found ghost powers, his teenage years sure were a blast...

And speaking of ghost powers, there was Danny Phantom. The ghost boy that one day appeared out of the blue, first seen fighting a giant meat monster. The public menace who once attacked the mayor. The spectral intruder who trashed Axion Labs, got one of its employees fired, and was responsible for the rise of the Red Huntress...who also happened to be his sorta-kinda-maybe-it-was-complicated ex-girlfriend. The young hero who valiantly fought against the terrifying, tyrannical Ghost King and defeated him, saving both worlds in the process...only to be then crowned King of the Ghost Zone himself and ignite the ire and distrust of the town whose respect he had just won not even a week prior. 

The very same Ghost King who was still doing his best, day after day, to protect everyone from the most malicious ghosts who still challenged his rule. But did anyone care? Well, aside from a, thankfully, ever-growing fan club, if the burn he’d received the other day courtesy of none other than Valerie Gray was any indication...Nope. 

Summing up, Danny was fairly well-known. 

But the Witch Queen, on the other hand… The only reason he even knew of her existence or where to find her was because he’d found a few pages of Sojourn’s legendary journal flying around the Ghost Zone while he investigated the cause for the numerous portals opening. According to the wandering ghost’s notes, although there were several covens scattered throughout the globe, one in particular had settled in Amity Park after years of travelling around the colonies, fleeing from an event they called ‘The Great Burning’. Although Danny had no idea what that was, even if it did sound bad, what caught his attention was both their abilities, therefore his idea to ask them for help, and the last place Sojourn saw them before continuing on with his own search. He remembered his own eyes widening at the location. A location he knew from personal experience. 

The fact that his messenger actually delivered the letter was pure luck, though. For all the halfa knew, the witches could’ve left Amity Park in the centuries between Sojourn’s disappearance and his accident.

Reaching his hand to the faucet, he turned off the water. He grabbed the nearest towel and wrapped it around his lower half while he used a smaller one to dry his hair off. Then he grabbed his clothes from the floor where he put them and got dressed. Combing his unruly hair with a hand, since he had long given up on doing anything with it, he stared at his, now, fully-dressed human reflection.

He looked the same as his fourteen-year-old self, except for the more defined physique that came with daily ghost fights. At least there were some perks to getting your ass handed to you on a regular basis. The only other thing that changed was his wardrobe. It was still casual, he wasn’t going to start wearing Giorgio Armani suits anytime soon (it’d make him look like Vlad), but more grown-up, too. In his sleep-induced blindness he managed to pick up some decent clothing: a baby blue shirt over a long-sleeved, white undershirt, dark blue jeans, and beat-up red sneakers. Not bad. 

He left the bathroom after brushing his teeth in the sink. Walking down the corridors on his way to the kitchen, his mind went back to his encounter with Lady Arcana. When he became king, Frostbite served as a tutor of sorts. The leader of the Far Frozen made sure he knew everything he would need about the Ghost Zone and its history to be an effective leader. It was because of his lessons that he even knew who Sojourn was! But, most importantly, it was thanks to them that he learned of the existence of witches. 

And what he’d learned about them and what they’d done...it was so horrifying he couldn’t blame the ghosts for having a grudge against them that kept them apart for centuries. Thanks to what he’d read and was told about them, Danny knew what to expect from the spellbinding group of women. 

Witches were scheming, often fooling people into making a deal with the devil (figuratively speaking, that is) in exchange for things their clients would never be able to afford. They were selfish: the Witch Queen herself only cared about what happened to her people, never mind two entire dimensions! Much like Vlad, they only showed interest in a confrontation or making a deal if they had the upper hand. 

Frostbite had every right to be wary of his decision to ask them for help. After all, not only were the witches malicious, they were dangerous. Even if they lacked the standard ghost abilities such as flight, invisibility, and intangibility; their knowledge of magic was enough to give any ghost a hard time. And it was said that the Queen was the most dangerous of them all…

Danny could definitely attest to that. Although he hadn't seen her in action per se, he could feel an inner strength radiating from her the moment they locked eyes. And the way she fiercely fought for her people's safety only proved that. Even if he really found it selfish that she only cared for her people’s sake, Danny had to admit, it made sense, it even made her a good ruler. The only reason he cared about both worlds was because he lived in both worlds. Had he been fully human or fully ghost, deep down he’d only have cared about whatever dimension he belonged to. 

Despite all the red flags and warning signs, there was this part of him who truly believed Lady Arcana (what an odd name) was his only hope. He just hoped that part of him had some kind of clairvoyance and wasn’t just indigestion or something.

“Your Majesty, you’re awake!” A high-pitched voice broke him out of his musings. Looking around, he realised he was in the kitchen and the voice belonged to Dora, his maid. “I wasn’t sure what you’d like to eat, so I made everything I could think of.”

When his eyes landed on the food served on the table, he almost had to do a double-take. She sure went all out… Before him lay a carton of milk, eggs cooked in all ways imaginable (fried, scrambled, boiled, Benedict eggs…), over a dozen toasts, a few jars of different jams, bacon, pancakes, around three boxes of cereal, and an arrangement of fruit and juice.

Mouth watering and eyes as big as the saucers set down on the table, he turned to the ghost maiden, “When did you have time to do all this? Did you even sleep?”

The green-skinned spirit raised a hand to politely cover her mouth, chuckling in amusement. “My Lord, you forget we ghosts don’t sleep. So of course I had time to do this.” She smiled at his flushing face, embarrassment for having forgotten about that apparent on his features. “But, please, don’t trouble yourself with such things, your Majesty. Just sit down and eat.”

He did as he was told before reaching out for a few toasts and strawberry jam. He actually hated toast, but then again, that was probably because the Fenton Toaster always made them way too dry. As Dora poured some coffee on his glass, he spoke up, ignoring he was speaking with his mouth full. “I thought I told you to just call me ‘Danny’”, he swallowed, “We’re friends, Dora, remember? You are under no obligation to treat me as anything but that.”

Princess Dorothea, or Dora, was a ghost he met back in freshman year of high school. The first time they met her magical amulet got him in trouble, since it transformed his former crush into a dragon whenever she got angry. The next time they met, though, was when her asshole of a brother was looking for a bride but, being too out of the loop to try online dating, he forced her to organise a beauty pageant with him as the judge. When he defeated Aragon and freed his kingdom, he also freed Dora, who swore to be his ally after that. And the moment he rose as king, she offered to be his maid. 

“I know, but what can I say? My brother kept our kingdom in the Dark Ages for 1600 years. Old habits die hard, I suppose.” She defended.

“But you have no trouble keeping up with the current time’s peech pattern.” He pointed out.

Dorothea just shrugged in response. 

They stayed in silence for a while after that. While Danny ate his breakfast, Dora cleaned the kitchen. It was usually like that when he stayed in the Ghost Zone long enough to need the kitchen running. Looking at his cellphone, Danny almost spat his food. In an instant, Dora was by his side, making sure he didn’t choke. “Shit! I’m gonna be late!”

With that, he quickly finished his plate with a quick “See ya!” thrown at Dora and transformed, flying around the Ghost Zone until he could make out the Fenton Ghost Portal in the distance. It was still a little early for his parents to be up and running around the lab, so he didn’t have to turn invisible once he reached the lab. Phasing through the ceiling, he was about to make it to the door when the sound of footsteps startled him. 

“Danny? Is that you?” came his mother’s voice. 

Panicking slightly, he dropped the transformation. By the time his parents came down the stairs, he was nervously waiting for them at the door, fully human. “Hi, Mom. Hi, Dad.” He waved at them with a nervous smile. “Good morning.”

“Good morning, Son.” Jack patted his son, who almost reached his 6’1 height, being 5’9 now, on the back. “Did you sleep well?”

“Um, yeah. Fully rested. And you guys?”

“Oh, you bet, Danno!” the Fenton patriarch exclaimed as he poured himself a cup of coffee. “I dreamed I had that putrid, ectoplasmic apparition of a monarch right where I wanted him; with an ecto-blaster aimed right at his forehead!” Jack boasted, completely ignoring how his son suddenly lost some colour in his face. 

Sipping at her own mug of coffee, Maddie chimed in, “We didn’t hear you last night. Did you come too late from college, sweetie? Did you need anything?”

Danny rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Although he’d got much better at lying to his parents over the years (a fact he hated), that didn’t mean he felt comfortable doing it. “Yeah, sorry. It was late when I was done studying at the university’s library, but before I could get into my dorm I realised I didn’t have the keys with me.” He explained, hating the way the lie naturally rolled off his tongue. “I came here thinking I must’ve forgotten them the last time I came to visit, but no such luck. Anyway, it was too late to return so I decided to crash. Hope that’s okay with you guys.”

His mother went over to place a kiss on his forehead, mug still in hand. “Don’t be silly, honey. This is your home! You’ll always be welcomed here.”

Jack came to stand beside his wife, a hand resting on her shoulder. “That’s right, Son. We were just a little confused. We didn't hear you coming in, that’s all.”

“Care for some toast?” Maddie offered. 

“No, thanks. I already ate, besides, I’m gonna be late for class.”

“Then don’t let us keep you! See you later, Danno!” Jack said with a wave of his hand at the same time as Maddie said, “Bye, sweetie! Come back soon!” After closing the door behind him, he swiftly hid behind a nearby car to transform before leaping into the air and speeding up towards APU (Amity Park University). He wasn’t lying when he said he was going to be late. 

Besides, he’d promised Tucker he would meet up with him and someone he was dying to introduce him to today. 

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When her alarm clock blared, Sam lazily reached a hand out from her covers to hit the snooze bottom. As the weariness wore off, she arched her back in an attempt to stretch and barely managed to cover her mouth as a yawn came to her. Yanking her red comforter aside, she got up from bed and walked towards her vanity, getting ready to start a new day. 

Flopping down her chair, she hazardly opened her eyes to stare at her reflection. An over-sized Humpty Dumpty t-shirt she used to sleep hanging low from one of her shoulders; her disheveled black hair sticking out in disarray; a clammy, pale face contrasting greatly with the dark circles under her eyes… “Aren’t you a sex symbol, Sam.” She drawled sarcastically. 

Well, things could only get better from there. Walking over her closet, she picked out the clothes she’d be wearing for the day and then got into the shower. Once she was out and dry, she sat back down her vanity chair and picked up her brush. People always said handling straight hair was easier, but they were wrong. Oh, they were so wrong. Untangling her onix mane was a challenge fit of Hercules himself, with all the tugging it required; case on point, whenever Paulina or Star had to work on her hair, they always marveled she wasn’t already bald.

With her hair taken care of, Sam slipped on her favourite tank top, a black one with a purple circle in its centre. Then came her pants; a pair of black shorts that were ripped at the sides she complemented with a white belt sporting a skull-shaped belt buckle. After that she slipped on a pair of thigh-length purple socks and her favourite steel toe combat boots; black with a row of three buckles on each side. When it came to accessorizing, Sam opted for her trademark black choker and bracelets and a purple opera glove on her left arm; Star recommended it, saying, “there’s just something so fashionable about asymmetry.”

Last but not least would be her make-up. Sam went for her usual style; not too over-the-top, but not too bland either. And so, she carefully applied a heavy coat of eyeliner and mascara on her eyelids and lashes, respectively; and her trademark violet lipstick. Now, the only thing left to do was the spell. 

After listening intently and making sure no one was coming, Sam conjured in hushed tones, “Mutatio speciei.” With that, a swirly mist enveloped her head and, where once were her back-length inky locks framing her face, was now a different hairstyle. While the right side of her face remained the same, her left side was shaved with purple undertones, a tiny green ponytail in a purple scrunchie sticking out. Her lavender eyes had been replaced by a pair of hazel ones, and due to her hairdo, the two orbital piercings decorating her lower lobe were visible. 

Satisfied with her look, she stood up from her chair, closed the door behind her, and descended the stairs to her kitchen. Yes, her kitchen. Not the one at the clan’s manor. While the large mansion located at 917 Maple Street, which the citizens of Amity Park believed to be an abandoned townsend place that could be rented for Halloween (they had to get funds from somewhere), served as her coven’s headquarters, training grounds, and shelter, the relatively lavish home in the upper class part of town was when she was raised. 

In fact, every single witch had a house outside of the manor, for it was crucial to keep their identities hidden. Since having purple eyes and ebony hair was a huge giveaway of her real identity, Sam had to perform that one simple shapeshifting spell to make sure nobody ever recognised her. And now that Danny Phantom had seen her face, even if he didn’t know her real identity, all the more reason to be careful. 

After her talk with the king of the Ghost Zone, Sam was almost tempted to think he was someone she could trust. Almost. Even with the explanation of their worlds depending on each other to exist, the Witch Queen still didn’t cross out the possibility of having been lied to. Phantom was known for being capable of anything if it saved the day. And lying to the leader of a tribe of magic users was sure to be nothing for him. 

Even if he’d seen a lot less arrogant than he gave the impression of whenever he battled a rogue ghost, with all those puns and the constant taunting, he acted rather...humble towards her. He didn’t even show signs of animosity until she tested the waters and sneered at his kind. But that didn’t mean she was going to let her guard down around him anytime soon. If there was one thing dating that lying, good-for-nothing, Hungarian wannabe had taught her, it was that when something seemed too good to be true, it usually was. 

After setting a carton of soy milk, a bowl with cereal and an apple down on the kitchen table, she sat down on her chair. Her dad, Jeremy Manson, read the newspaper with a steaming mug of black coffee beside him. Registering movement from the corner of his eyes, he lowered the paper. “Good morning, Sammy. Did you sleep well?”

Sam sent her dad a small smile. “Yes, Dad. How ‘bout you?”

Jeremy lifted a shoulder up, a nonchalant expression on his face. “Oh, you know… Same all, same all. It’s a bit harder to sleep when your mother’s away, planning events. But that’s how it is, isn’t it? While I oversee the company, she takes care of the social gatherings. We’re a great team like that.” He stated proudly.

“Yeah. You sure are…” Sam commented despondently. She didn’t have the heart to see what being married to a witch meant for her dad. Even though Jeremy was a true Manson, being Ida’s only child, the fact that he was a man meant he had little to no affinity to magic, and therefore, he could never be a part of their clan. The closest he got was marrying Pamela, a witch from a lesser family he somehow fell in love with. Neither Sam nor her Grandma put it past her that she’d been purposely hunting him down, since not only was he the Queen’s son, but Ida’s own father had been a successful and wealthy inventor.

Her Grandma often told her the main reason she accepted her mother was because she, somehow, made her dad happy and she’d given her the most wonderful granddaughter anyone could ask for. 

Grandma Ida, on her part, always did her best to show her son how much she loved him, but their circumstances made it very difficult for them to spend time together; especially because Jeremy didn’t even know his mother was a witch. And neither did any other man involved with a woman from their clan, for that matter. 

Being part of a secret, women-only tradition made it very difficult for them to have normal lives. It was imperative that the coven never died, which meant they needed children. There were only two ways of doing so: either a witch went downtown in search of a one-night-stand during her fertile days, or she used her civilian identity to start a family. The latter alternative also meant she’d have to protect herself and her children from a possible betrayal, hence, there was a special spell designed to keep their husbands in the dark when it came to their wives and daughters’ activities. In the worst case scenario, that is to say, that they’d been caught doing something suspicious or even performing magic, their partner was bound to forget all about it. 

That was the reason why her dad thought Pamela was out planning social events for the sake of the company when, half of the time, she was actually in the manor. It was also the reason why he never commented on the way his daughter’s appearance would constantly change in ways it shouldn’t. 

“I like what you’ve done to your hair.” He suddenly said, before taking a gulp of his coffee. “Did you use that new eco-friendly shampoo you wanted to try?”

Sam couldn’t help but smile at the way his father, who was incapable of remembering or realising certain things due to a spell, never failed to realise others. Especially if it concerned her. “Yeah. It’s got passion fruit, blackberries, and I don’t know what else.”

“Well, I like it!”

“Thanks, Dad.”

“I’ve been thinking,” Jeremy started, giving his daughter his full attention with a soft smile on his face, “since your mother said she’d be busy next Saturday, what do you say we go check out that new vegetarian restaurant you wanted to try out, um?”

Sam’s entire face lit up at that. “Are you serious?”

The blond man chuckled at his daughter’s child-like excitement; it’d been too long since the last time he saw it, “Yes, why not? I’m free that day and you’re always saying how much you want to go. So, what do you say? Do you have any extracurricular activities planned?”

‘Extracurricular activities.’ That was what she and her mother said whenever they talked about her role as the Witch Queen around the house. “I think I’m free, too. Sounds great, Dad.” The young woman smiled at her father warmly.

It was ironic, she couldn’t help but think. Due to all her responsibilities now and growing up, Sam never got to spend much time with her father; she was always near Pamela or her grandma. And yet, she was much closer to him, who actually made an effort to understand and encourage her interests ーespecially if Pamela wasn’t aroundー, than her mother. Then again, perhaps it was precisely because they weren’t together often that she was closer to him. Maybe she’d feel as suffocated around him otherwise. 

After all, wasn’t that what people always said? ‘Distance makes the heart grow fonder’?

“Got any plans for today, Sammy?”

“Oh, you know, same as always. Go to class, pay attention in class, go to the library, my...extracurricular activities,” she coughed nervously at that, “come back home, and repeat.” Taking a bite of her apple, her eyes suddenly widened as she remembered something important. “Shit, I almost forgot! Today I agreed to meet up with a friend and someone he wants to introduce me to!” 

Sam facepalmed herself. How could she have forgotten about that?!

“First of all, language.” Jeremy admonished her lightly. “And second, then I guess your day won’t be the ‘same as always’ after all.” 

The raven-haired girl snorted at her dad’s sense of humour. Dad jokes. They weren’t her cup of tea, preferring witty remarks and dark humour, but they did the trick. Sometimes. “I guess not, Dad.”

“And who’re you meeting up with, kiddo?”

“Oh, my friend Tucker. I don’t think you know him because we mostly hang out at campus. Last week he came to me to ask me for a favour.”

“What sort of favour?” The blond middle-aged man raised an eyebrow, suspicious. 

“He wants to introduce me to a friend of his. Apparently, he’s writing a paper on a subject I know quite a lot of.” She was just surprised there were classes teaching her subject of expertise that she wasn’t already a member of. 

“His friend’s writing a paper on environmental law? Then you probably know them already!” Jeremy stated, setting his newspaper down. 

“Dad, I’m in college, not high school, remember?” She sent him an amused look. “Even in  regular classes there’s tons of people I don’t even know the names of.” Sam was tempted to tell him Tucker’s friend was probably not writing about environmental law, either, but she held her tongue. Better play along. 

“Well, have a nice day anyway, honey.” He pointed at the clock hanging from the wall with a knowing smirk. “You should hurry up, too.”

Following the direction his thumb pointed at, Sam barely held herself back from cursing again. Eating the remaining food in a couple of large bites, she lunged herself out of the house the moment she grabbed her purple, spider-shaped backpack from a nearby chair. Once outside, she slid her arms through the straps before adjusting them. And with that, she ran to the nearest bus stop. 

She couldn’t be late. 

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“Did you have fun last night?”

The bespectacled young man watched as his best friend all but threw himself face-first at his bed on the other side of their room. A groan was all he received as a response. With a sigh, he set his tablet down on the table, directing his full attention to the exhausted half-ghost in front of him. “Could you please repeat that? My Groan-ish is a bit rusty.”

With great effort, Danny rose his head from his pillow, shooting a tired glare at Tucker. “Not in the mood, Tuck.”

“I’m gonna take that as a ‘no’”. He said before getting up from his chair to grab a mug and pour Danny some coffee. An intense espresso with no milk or sugar. Just like the dolt was addicted to.

Their room was an average one. Two beds, each on either side of the room; a kitchenette as you opened the door to step inside whose only appliances they used were the fridge and the microwave, both college students being way too dangerous to be trusted with their daily food. Each of them had a little, wooden desk on their respective side to work on projects and study, and in the middle of the room was a modest table where they ate. 

When they first stepped foot in, he and Danny knew the room would undergo some major changesーor as big as the campus’ rules would allow. As time went by, though, only Tucker’s side looked almost identical to his own room back home. But since Danny often ended up crashing in his lair in the Ghost Zone or back at Fenton Works, that was to be expected. Case on point, while Tucker’s side was filled to the brim with screens, computer parts, wires, and the occasional top secret ghost-hunting project; Danny’s only way of telling there’d been some kind of change since they first got the room were his clothes in his drawers, and the occasional space and rock band poster on the wall. Other than that, it couldn’t be any more impersonal.

When he offered the mug to him, Danny snatched it from his hands like a dehydrated man in the middle of the desert would snatch a water bottle. “Correction: I’m gonna take that as ‘rough night doesn’t even begin to cover it.’”

“You have no idea…” Danny said in between gulps of caffeinated goodness. “Remind me again why I thought organising a meeting with the Witch Queen on a Sunday, knowing full well I had several killer classes the next day, was a good idea?”

“Probably because the rest of your week was booked anyway.” Tucker replied offhandedly as he grabbed his chair and got it closer to Danny’s bed. Spinning it around so its back was facing his best friend, he flopped down, a smirk on his face. “Speaking of, how was it? Was the Witch Queen as much of an old troll as we suspected?”

Turning around on his back, Danny rolled his eyes. “I’d wiー” he stopped himself short; one never knew when Desiree was lurking. Clearing his throat, he went on, “I mean, if only. That would’ve made talking to her easier. But, no! She had to be a purple-eyed, hottie brunette!”

Tucker perked up at that. “Wait, she was hot?” A nod from Danny. “Dude, that’s awesome! Wait a minute. Are we talking about Paulina-from-high-school hot, or regular hot?”

“Believe me, there was nothing regular about her.”

“So she was Paulina-from-high-school hot.”

“No, they’re completely different. Lady Arcana ーyeah, that’s her name. Don’t give me that look; I’m not the one who came up with it!ー has the kind of looks that come with a warning sign: ‘you can look, but if you so much as lay a finger on me, you’re dead.’”

“Okay,” Tucker drawled, “So, again, she’s basically Paulina-from-high-school hot.”

Danny shook his head. Tucker wasn’t there, so of course he wouldn’t get it. “No. If you got on her bad side, Paulina would throw the football team at you. Lady Arcana looked like she could kill you with her bare hands.”

The technophiliac tapped his finger against his chin pensively, registering the new information. “I see, so she was drop-dead gorgeous, but in a literal sense.”

“Are her looks all you’re going to fixate on?” Danny asked flatly, before conceding, “But yes, that is a more accurate way to describe her.”

Seeing as his friend was having none of it, Tucker limited himself to raising his palms up in a placating manner. “Sorry, dude. Just trying to dissipate some of the tension coming off of you. Serious talk, now, though. How did it go?”

The blue-eyed young man ran a hand through his jet-black hair, groaning. “Fine, I guess?”

The techno geek frowned. “Fine, you guess? What’s that supposed to mean? Did she or did she not agree to help you?”

“She did.” Danny nodded, but the uneasy expression didn’t leave his face.

Now it was Tucker who wasn’t having none of it. “So? Come on, man! Isn’t that supposed to be a good thing?”

“I don’t know. Frostbite has warned me several times now that asking the witches for help might bite me in the ass...Not with those exact words, of course, but you get the idea.” He elaborated as he repositioned himself on the bed until he was seated on it and facing Tucker. 

“So you’re afraid that might happen now.” Tucker guessed. 

Danny nodded. “But that’s not all. I have the feeling I might have brought this on myself.” Before Tucker could get a word in, the halfa stopped him with a raise of his hand. “I mean, I already knew I’d be risking a potential betrayal the moment I sent that letter butー.” 

“Letters,” Tucker scoffed in disbelief. “In the 21st century. Only for that I already have a feeling I would never get along with one of them.” When he noticed Danny’s withering glare directed at him for interrupting him, the teal-eyed young man smiled sheepishly at him. “Uh, sorry.”

With a roll of his eyes, Danny went on. “As I was saying, I already knew what was on the line when I wrote to her, but I had a plan, you know? If she refused, I’d just have to look for an alternative. But if she didn’t, then I would keep my guard up. But something happened.”

He took Tucker’s silence and his raised eyebrows as a sign to continue. “She agreed to come to the Ghost Zone, she and two other witches came to the Ghost Zoneー.”

“Only two?”

“That’s what I said. Anyways, as I was trying to explain the problem, she basically made it clear that the issue with the portals was none of her business and made her way to the door.”

“None of her business?” Tucker echoed in disbelief. “But of course it’s her business. If there’s a problem in the Ghost Zone, that means the Earth’s next! How could she act like she wants nothing to do with the matter?”

“But that’s just the thing!” Danny pressed. “At first glance, it looked like she didn’t know. After I explained things to her, she seemed far more willing to associate herself with me, albeit very reluctantly.”

What was it with his best friend and never making sense? “Okay, so she accepted. She’s going to help you out. Care to enlighten me in regards to what the problem seems to be?” The techno geek crossed his arms, not following.

“I was getting there!” Danny defended. “The problem is that I was supposed to go on with my life if she said no. Well, she said no, and I practically begged her to help us!”

Okay, that sounded more serious, and not only because it must’ve been a huge blow to Danny’s ego. “Why’d you do that, dude? She’d just given you your ticket out of your,” he paused, thinking better of what he was going to say, “of your second death sentence.”

The halfa just shook his head, groaning. “I don’t know, Tuck. It’s just...One second she was making her leave, and the next there was this voice in my head that panicked. There was this...this...feeling that only she could be of help. So, against all common sense, I stopped her and tried reasoning with her. And now I’m stuck working with a woman who will not hesitate to stab me in the back with her magic wand.”

“Whoa. If I didn’t know any better, I’d say it was fate and you two are destined to be together.” At Danny’s murderous glare, Tucker burst out laughing. “I..I’m sorry...m-man! It...it’s j-just...t-too good!” He said in between wheezes. 

Danny huffed. “As if! Lady Arcana might be pretty, but she is so not my type. Too brooding, with too many trust issues, and far too willing to kill me for real. The less I have to interact with her, the better.”

Sometime during his rant, he closed his eyes as he folded his arms over his chest as he leaned back on his wall, maybe to drive the point home. When he opened them, though, he found Tucker’s smirking face. The sight unnerved him; that was not what he was expecting to see. “What?”

“Are you sure she’s not your type?” The bespectacled young man asked in a teasing tone. “‘Cause you just described Valerie, and, unless my memory fails me, she was so your type back in high school.”

His smirk only widened at his blue-eyed best friend’s dark scowl. “Shut up, Tuck.”

Tucker threw his arms up in surrender, the teasing grin never leaving his face. “I’m just saying, man. Valerie has been hellbent on vaporising you with her ecto-guns for years and that didn’t stop you from crushing on her and giving her lovesick puppy looks even after she ‘broke up’ with you for the remainder of high school.”

Danny rolled his eyes at the reminder. “Trust me, Tuck. Falling for the Queen of the Witches of Amity Park would be like falling for Vlad.”

They both shuddered at the thought. 

Finally, Tucker decided to let the issue go with a shrug of his shoulders. “Whatever you say. Just don’t forget we’re meeting up with Sam in an hour.”

That took Danny aback. “With whom?”

Exasperated, Tucker rolled his eyes. “Sam.” He repeated. “You know, that friend of mine I met last year in the library? When you told me you might be working with witches to solve the portal problem I arranged for us to hang out together.”

“Okay, now I remember. What I don’t remember, though, is how this ‘Sam’ is going to be of any help.”

“Dude! Sam knows a helluva lot of stuff about the occult! Probably because she’s a Goth…” He added then, as an afterthought. “Trust me, if there’s someone who can help you take whatever the Witch Queen throws at you, that’s her.”

Danny sighed in defeat. It wouldn’t hurt to try. “I suppose it wouldn’t hurt to be on time for once, would it?”

“No, what would hurt is making Sam wait.”

Suddenly, Danny wasn’t so sure this was a good idea. 

..........................

The You Mocha Me Crazy was one of Amity Park University’s hidden treasures. While most people gathered at the several Starbucks Coffee establishments spread throughout campus, only a few students knew of the Mocha’s existence or gave the quaint café the time of day.

A small store in the outskirts of campus, near the Law building, the café had more than enough to be the perfect place to relax, or hang out with friends. On the right corner of the store was the counter where people asked for their coffees, with a stand dedicated to displaying the day’s assortment of cakes, sweets, and sandwiches. On the left corner, in contrast, lay a small stage, surrounded by several tables and chairs, that was usually used for the café’s weekly Open Mic nights every Friday. On Open Mic night customers could do basically anything; read their poetry aloud, organise gigs for their bands, try some stand-up comedy… Anything, really. There weren’t organised events for each different artistic approach because the shop was well aware of its obscure status; they didn’t want to attract too much attention. 

Summing up, the You Mocha Me Crazy screamed individuality and integrity, which was why Sam was hopelessly in love with the place. The fact that it also had a varied, high quality vegan menu didn’t hurt, either. 

“Hi, Sam! Same as usual?” Robert, the barista that was usually manning the counter when Sam went to the café, asked her once it was her turn to order. 

“Actually, I’ll start with just a macchiato with soy milk. I’m actually introducing this place to someone and I wouldn’t like to have already ordered without them here.” Sam corrected gently, smiling at him. 

“You’re meeting up with someone?” The barista’s eyebrows raised in surprise as he hit the code into the cashier. “Have you found yourself a boyfriend this past week I haven’t seen you around?” He teased her goodnaturedly. 

The hazel-eyed witch shook her head slowly with a small smile on her face. “Nah, I’ve been way too busy.” That wasn’t a lie. “Besides, you already know dating is the last thing on my mind at the moment.” That wasn’t a lie, either. “A friend of a friend of mine needs help writing a paper, so we’re going to meet up.”

“Yeah, that makes more sense. I mean, you made it pretty clear that you weren’t looking for a boyfriend when you turned me down.” Robert pouted. For a moment, Sam was worried he might still be hurt over it, but his teasing wink soon put her mind at ease. 

She felt comfortable enough to joke around a bit herself. “Oh, please! You say the craziest things, Robert. As if I could ever choose somebody else over you; where would I get free coffee then?”

With an amused expression, the young man set her order down on the counter. “Here you go, Sam. Enjoy!”

Taking her drink, she threw him a quick, “I will, thanks!” and a generous tip as she made her way to a three chair table. Sitting down, she brought her laptop out of her backpack to work on her latest assignment to kill some time as she waited for Tucker and his friend to arrive, taking gulps of her drink now and then. 

Her friendship with Tucker was an odd one. And by odd she meant they couldn’t be more different, they couldn’t have met in any weirder circumstances, and they couldn’t get along any better. 

Sam met Tucker the previous year, during finals. She was busy studying at the library for her Law and Policy of Climate Change exam when this guy approached her. 

He was an African American man around her age. Though he wasn’t what most people would identify as an Adonis, he wasn’t hard on the eyes, either, just...not necessarily Sam’s type. He wore thick-framed glasses, a white dress shirt under a mustard vest, fern green pants, black dress shoes, and a worn-off, red beret. 

What truly was odd about their first meeting was that Tucker had tried to hit on her, and Sam didn’t even try to break his arm! When she told Paulina and Star about it the next day, the Latina was crying tears of joy while her blonde counterpart made sure their queen didn’t have a fever. 

She had to stop him in his tracks the moment he tried setting up a date with her in a nearby grill. At the mere mention of her being ultra-recyclo-vegetarian, he immediately lost all interest. Despite everything, though, they started talking and, even if they couldn’t be more different ーTucker was majoring in engineering with a minor in computer science, Sam studied environmental law; Tucker was a bigger carnivore than a Tyrannosaurus Rex, Sam didn’t eat anything with a face; Tucker believed in progress through technology, Sam was all about an ecological agenda…ーthey hit it off just fine. After that day, they often texted each other or hung out around campus. 

Today, however, was the first time she’d be meeting his famous best friend and roommate; Danny. 

Sam was woken up from her reverie by the chime of the door’s bell. Looking up, she noticed Tucker, who happened to be wearing the very same outfit from the day they met, and a guy who happened to tower over him. Oh, great! She was going to be surrounded by giants! 

Once they stepped foot inside the café Sam had told him to go to, which had to be on the edge separating Earth from the Ghost Zone, judging by how far from the dorms it was; Tucker looked around until he spotted a purple, gloved hand waving at him. There she was. Nudging at Danny with his shoulder, he pointed at the table where Sam was at before waving at her himself and making their way over.

Taking a good look at who she guessed was Danny, Sam had to admit, he looked kinda cute. With his unkempt jet-black hair that was either natural or a product of countless hours styling it in front of the mirror; the defined lines of his body, the awkwards yet somewhat assured way he carried himself… 

The moment they made it to her table she got up. “Took you guys long enough. Did you have trouble finding the place?” She said as she pulled Tucker in for a hug. Normally she wasn’t one for physical affection, but she hadn’t seen him in over a month, so it wouldn’t kill her to be a bit more affectionate for once.

“Well, we would’ve arrived sooner if you’d told us this place exists in its own place of existence.” Tucker rolled his eyes as he broke the hug, his hands resting on her forearms. “I think coming here should qualify as physical exercise; my high school gym teacher would be so proud!” He pretended to wipe a tear from his eye in mock nostalgia. 

While Sam rolled her eyes with a knowing smile on her face, she noticed Tucker’s friend chuckling beside him. “Please, Tuck...Knowing Tetslaff, she wouldn’t be proud unless you came here riding a monocycle at the same time as you juggle snakes.”

“Sad but true.”

“You must be Danny,” Sam addressed him for the first time since they entered the café. She held out her hand for him to shake, “Tucker has told me a lot about you.” 

“Should I be worried?” Danny joked with a small grin as he took her hand. 

The moment their hands touched, however, a familiar sensation ran through their spines. There was something familiar about the, seemingly, natural cold radiating from Danny’s body; and an unexplainable wave of heat coursed through his body the moment he touched Sam’s skin. 

Now that he took a closer look, there was something familiar about her as a whole. As if they’d already met. Which was strange, because he was sure he’d never be able to forget a girl with a look as unique as Sam’s. 

Before he could ask her, however, Sam beat him to it. “Have I met you before? ‘Cause you look really familiar…”

Somehow, that made more sense. With an uneasy smile, Danny tried to will the embarrassed blush creeping up on his face in line. “My name’s Danny Fenton. The Fentons, the ghost-hunters, are my parents. They...appear on TV often.” Although, in their case, it’s never something to brag about, he thought to himself.

Understanding seemed to dawn on her, for she exclaimed. “Oh, that must be it! Well, Danny, I’m Sam. Sam Manson.”

“As in Samantha?” Danny was immediately confused when Sam’s lazy grin morphed itself into a nasty frown. 

“Yes. But call me anything other than Sam and I will bury you six feet under.” Something about the way she said it made him understand she would keep good on her threat. Why was he only meeting dangerous girls lately?

Looking down at their still intertwined hands, an impish grin on his face, Tucker thought it was the perfect time to intervene. “If you guys are done memorising each other’s footprints through physical contact, I’m starving.” He turned to wait in line. “Come on, Sam. You promised this place had food that’s not necessarily green and leafy.”

Looking down themselves and realising they were still shaking hands, the two young adults snatched them away, as if they’d been burned, muttering awkward apologies to each other. 

“Yeah, come on...Let me show you what they have.”

As the three waited in line, Danny cleared his throat to get Sam’s attention in an effort to alleviate the sudden tension Tucker’s comment had caused. “Just so you know, I’m not here because I wanted Tucker’s help at picking up girls; I really need your help writing this paper. The topic is a bit hard to find in a school library and Tucker said you really know your stuff, so…”

Sam could only snort at his awkwardness. There was something endearing about his dorkiness, not like she’d ever admit it, though. She meant it when she said she wasn’t looking for a boyfriend. Besides, cute dork or not, Danny was too...normal, for her taste. “Oh, relax. I know that already. I wasn’t suspecting you of having ulterior motives; don’t worry.”

“Really?”

“Of course. I mean, do you seriously expect me to believe anyone would ask Tucker for help when it comes to picking up girls?” Putting a hand on her hip, she couldn’t help but laugh at the sheer ridiculousness of it all. “Please, I’m more popular with the ladies than he is.”

“You don’t say.” A devilish grin made its way to Danny’s face, who was looking at Tucker with what could only be described as endless mischief.

Having heard Sam’s uncalled for comment and sensing Danny’s unforgiving eyes burning a hole on his head, Tucker huffed, crossing his arms indignantly. “Okay, okay! That one cute girl did give you her number instead of me. But I’m not going to complain about not being dating material to a cute lesbian; that’s pitiful.”

“Actually...she was bi.” Sam corrected him, almost doubling over in laughter at the sight of Tucker’s eyes comically snapping open. By her side, Danny was doing a poor job trying to stifle his own snickers. “She just wasn’t into you.”

Under Tucker’s withering glare, Danny cleared his throat in an attempt to appear nonchalant. Once he got his laughter under control, he turned to Sam. “Oh, you’re comfortable enough to make jokes at Tucker’s expense! Either you two are good friends...or you two literally just met.”

Turning away from them in an indignant huff, Tucker muttered. “Introducing you two to each other has been a terrible mistake.”

Neither could help bursting out laughing at their friend’s comment. Sharing mischievous smiles, eyes twinkling in amusement, Danny and Sam stared at each other. Maybe they weren’t each other’s first choice for company, but something told them something good would come out of that coffee date, even if it wasn’t really a coffee date since, well, they weren’t looking for a partner in each other. But, hey, they both could use a new friend. 

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Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Danny Phantom
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Danny Fenton & Wesley Weston
Characters: Danny Fenton, Wesley Weston, Jazz Fenton, Maddie Fenton
Additional Tags: Walker is mentioned repeatedly, Phantom Family AU, Revelations, being a lil shit is genetic apparently, Danny swears in stars and constellations and space stuff, Wes swears with cuss words
Summary: Prompt from Tumblr: I wish you would write a fic about Danny being a little shit to Vlad by revealing him to Wes.
Wes comes over and nearly gets Danny’s half life ended, which leads to further family revelations that leave Danny’s head spinning.

Danny Fenton was having a weird and not particularly pleasant week. His Dad had finally encountered the Box Ghost, who took one look at him and glitched out like a Bethesda character before apparently regaining his memories. Apparently, the Box Ghost was Jason Fenton, older brother of Jack Fenton. The Box Ghost was Danny’s Uncle. That was weird as fuck to discover, especially when he implied that Box Lunch would be a person he’d have to deal with soonish. He was going to have a cousin. His already living cousin, Wes, had decided later that week to ruin Danny’s life by asking him right in front of Jazz and Mom if he still had that giant green dog thing he’d crashed a game with. Danny dragged him up to the third floor of Fentonworks, shoved him into his room, and learned very quickly that Wes had figured out that he was Phantom the moment he focused on him. “Orion, man, you can’t just imply I’m a ghost in front of Mom or Dad!” “Why not?” Wes stared at him like he’d grown a second head - he hadn’t, he knew the sensation - and Danny took a moment to redirect the energy surging to his eyes over his skin and outward. It blanketed the room in a wave and left what Tucker had described as the feeling of touching an old tv and feeling static on your fingers all over the place. Wes rubbed his arm and raised a brow at him. “Wes, tell me what Jack Fenton is going to think if you tell him ‘hey that ghost kid you shoot at all the time is your kid’? Actually, no, how the fuck did you even figure it out?” “You look like you put on your suit and then someone turned on the color inversion filter on their camera. Blue skin, white hair, black and white suit.” Wes paused and poked Danny’s cheek, looking him in the eye. “Your eyes should be orange instead of green though if that were the whole case. How’d this happen? Last time I talked to you, you n Tucker were talking about building a motorcycle that could fly.” “The hoverbike has sorta been put on hold, I’ll admit,” Danny grumbled, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. He pulled his hands away from his face and Wes was still there, tall and stupid and overly observant. “If I tell you what happened, do you promise not to out me to my parents?” “I-should I treat this like you’re in the closet?” Wes snorted at the idea. “Closeted dead guy. Alright, I can get that. But uh, if you’re dead, why are you still…” he wiggled his hand and then gestured at Danny’s room. “In a house with ghost hunters?” “Well, to start with, I’m not actually dead. Not entirely, anyway.” Danny sat down on his bed and Wes followed, and after taking a moment to triple check that Vlad’s bugs weren’t in his room with another wave of energy, Danny told Wes the story of the Accident. It was a short story, but he was slow about it. He’d never really discussed it with anyone, Sam and Tucker just sort of knew better than to bring it up and Jazz probably thought he’d tell her himself in his own time. By the time he finished, Wes looked almost as uncomfortable with the situation as Danny felt. “You know, not to sound like a cheesy 90’s cartoon character but this is why you shouldn’t give in to peer pressure.” Danny snorted and laughed at that, and Wes grinned even when Danny elbowed him. “Ok, so I’m putting together that you did a bunch of dumb shit and found yourself decided to be a superhero. What the fuck was up with the dog, or the mayor getting kidnapped? Your eyes were fuckin red when you stole a bunch of shit that one time too.” “Ok in order of what all happened: Axiom labs euthanized their guard dogs and one of them came looking for his squeaky toy but forgot where it was and no matter how many times I shoved Cujo back into the portal-” “ Cujo ?” Wes snorted and ruffled Danny’s hair. “Have you been reading the stuff Sam gives you or did your emo phase just never really end? You have the emo bangs.” “I do not!” Danny huffed, running a hand through his curly hair that, well, Wes couldn’t really ruin a mess, could he? “You’re the one with actual bangs, sasquatch hunter.” “Acknowledging that Big Foot is real doesn’t mean I’m gonna go and shoot it.” Wes crossed his arms and rested them on Danny’s head. “By the way, any idea when that growth spurt is due?” “Bold words for someone with his shins within targeting range.” “I can and will put you in a headlock Astroboy.” “I can slam dunk you through a hoop like your precious balls.” Wes said nothing to this and simply leaned more onto Danny’s head. “If I snap my neck because of you I’m suing. Anyway no matter how often I yeeted Cujo back into the Ghost Zone-” “I beg of you to call it something cooler. Call it the afterlife even, just. Please.” “He just kept digging his way out. So, I looked at his tag, saw that he came from Axiom, and we ended up in there, while getting shot at by the Red Huntress-” “Valerie, right?” “H-” “She appeared as the Huntress literally the same time the dog shit was happening, and I am getting increasingly worried that no one has noticed that she sounds the same in her Red Huntress suit as she does in the Nasty Burger mascot suit.” Wes dropped his arms to Danny’s shoulder, but still rested his chin in his hair, humming loudly. Danny slid into that spot between and snorted when Wes fell onto the bed. “I can’t tell you how pissed she was that I outed her to her dad about being the Huntress so that she wouldn’t get herself killed fighting Pariah Dark. Pretty sure if you tell her or anyone else about that, she’ll shoot you.” “I mean, it’d probably get her swarmed by so much hostility she stops shooting at you, so that’d be a plus. I’d just come back and bug you anyway.” “You’re a jerk, but I guess you’re alright.” Danny flopped back. “The mayor thing was a ghost, this douche bag prison warden named Walker in the GZ who decided that since I broke out of his prison I owe him over a thousand years and he’d make my home a prison instead.” Wes stared at him, clasped his hands flat against each other, and took a deep breath. “There are so many things wrong in that sentence. Why were you in ghost prison?” “I did ghost crimes.” Wes looked and sounded like he was in some deal of pain, and Danny couldn’t help but grin. “Dad’s anniversary present for Mom fell through the portal while I was cleaning up by shooting things into their proper place,” he covered Wes’ mouth as he opened it, “and so I flew in after it, but it was a ‘real world item’ as though the Ghost Zone is fake somehow, and that was ‘Against The Rules’ according to Walker.” Danny rolled his eyes. “I got the present out and back to Dad but I had to like, get to him at your mom’s place.” “Did you fly all the way from Minnesota to Arkansas for a present?” “Arcturus, no, not with my powers.” Danny laughed, laying back on his bed. “That’d take me like, 8 hours at top speed. No, I used the Speeder.” “Have you modified it to get into space?” “Not yet.” “Do you have permission to mod it for space travel?” “Do I have permission to be dead?” “Touche.” “Anyway, Walker is stronger than me, even when possessing a human, so when all eyes and cameras were on me he possessed the mayor and dragged me back inside to make it look like I was dragging him in. Whole invasion was his idea.” “Danny?” “And then with the robberies when my eyes were red, did you know about Circus Gothica? Cause me and some other ghosts were under the control of the ring master of the circus, Freakshow, who had this freakin crystal ball thing that could control ghosts attached to his staff. It shattered after a very long fall, thank Astrea.” “That’s really fucked up. You’ve had a fucked up life.” “Yeah.” Danny shrugged. “I guess I have.” “Know what’s more fucked up about this?” Wes had a too big grin on his face and Danny narrowed his eyes. “Do you remember my mom’s last name?” “Wal..ker… no. ” The two of them were thundering down the stairs in seconds, Danny half shouting in the livingroom. “ Mom was your dad, by chance, a law enforcement officer, or jail warden or something?” Mom looked up at him from the staff she was tinkering with on the table - note to self, sterilize the table before dinner - and blinked at him a couple of times before smiling and nodding. “Why yes, he did. Warden James Lamont Walker ran the Spittoon prison when he was alive. He was a good man, if a bit strict.  To my and Alicia’s fury and grief he was murdered during a prison break.” Mom stared off in the distance, the air around her curling with a dark cold that Danny was sure only he could see. Then she softened up a bit and smiled softly at them. “Why?” “No reason, auntie, I was just curious about something and Danny thought we should ask you.” Wes played with the hem of his shirt while maintaining eye contact and Danny wondered if he had a tell for awkwardness like that. Then he realized he was rubbing the back of his neck. “Do you have any pictures of him?” “Oh, yes! They’re in the shed! My boxes are actually labelled.” “Uh oh, careful, Dad might hear of organization and come to tear it up,” Danny said with a laugh, half dragging Wes out the back door. When they were out of his mom’s considerable ear shot, Danny said softly, but with feeling, “Fuck.” “Got locked up by grandpa, huh? That’s like, the worst way to get grounded ever .” Wes snickered and watched Danny run-walk up to the shed, hand glowing so softly you could only see it by staring directly at it as he turned the knob. “There are odds, slim ones, that this is a whole different Walker. It might even be his first name.” “Who the hell names their kid Walker?” “Walter, Wayne and Wesley Weston.” “Alright then.” For a few minutes the two of them searched through the mess known as the Fenton Family Shed for a box with a label neither had thought to ask for. Eventually, they found one labeled Scrapbooks and carefully eased it out of the mess of it all. “Y’knonw, Danny,” Wes said as they opened the box and started flipping through scrapbooks with just enough care not to damage them. “I’m feelin kinda good about investigating a ghost with you. Is this how it is with you n your boyfriend and best friend?” Danny almost tore a page out, turning to stare at Wes. He must’ve felt the temperature drop for a second because he looked up with a raised brow. “What?” “Boyfriend?” “Tucker. Tucker Foley.” Danny’s jaw dropped and Wes’ confusion morphed into a shit eating grin. “You know, Tucker spends most of his time with you Foley? The one you build shit with all the time? The nerd that you get sick in sync with? I’ve seen you lose a pencil and then he puts one behind your ear while you look for the one you lost. You made him a custom gaming computer disguised as a console.” Danny’s face burned red as a tomato at this point and he shoved Wes. “Shut up I’m not dating Tucker!” “I have to ask Jazz about this now, you’re killing me.” Wes snorted and flipped a page. He blinked down at the scrapbook and pointed at a picture. “James Walker. This look anything like him?” Danny took the book and looked at the picture. Looked at the several pictures of the man with his daughters, wearing a black pinstriped suit in a handful of them. And he let out a long, loud groan. “I hate this week, I hate it so much.” Wes started cackling and Danny scowled. “That reminds me.” He kicked Wes in the shins and grinned. “Much better. Also, Wes, I gotta tell you. I’m not one of a kind, as far as my living status goes.” “Oh what, there’s another Schrodinger’s little shit flying around out there?” Wes rubbed his ankle and hissed. “Well, you didn’t hear it from me, but that fruitloop we call a mayor may have been elected because he possessed literally everyone that was voting.” Wes went silent and stared at him, and Danny nodded. “Think you can pester him instead of me? He wants to kill Dad and thinks that he can get Mom if he does that.” “Danny. My Dad works for Masters.” “This puts you in the perfect position to mess with him, I say. Just act like you’re there to see your dad.” “You oblivious asshole. I fuckin love you, cous.” “Same here, skyscraper.”

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ok ok ok so as promised!! here’s chapter 10, the last chapter of part 1! ahhhhhh i’m so excited to move into part 2. i’ve never gotten this far in a fic before and i’m hype. i hope you all enjoy this bitch as well!

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Part 1, Chapter 10

“Fuck,” Kwan said, flapping his hand, “it still hurts.”

He’d been up until the early hours of the morning, writing personalized apology notes for everyone he’d hurt and-slash-or bullied, and even now, walking to school, his hand ached. 54 notes in total, a number his mother had called horrifyingly large. She wanted him to grovel, to beg and plead for forgiveness from each individual person; he was lucky she hadn’t insisted that he actually get on his knees, but still. Today was going to be humiliating.

Next to him, Danny pulled at the hem of Mom’s shirt, stretching it over his hips. His own shirt had been ruined yesterday, and Kwan’s shirts were way too large. Kwan couldn’t imagine Danny much liked wearing women’s clothing again, though. He didn’t even have his binder on—though he’d said he had an extra one in his locker, at least.

“That’s what you get for being a massive tool for four years,” Danny said with a snort.

Kwan rolled his eyes even as he smiled. For the first time since he’d started avoiding Danny, the dork’s witty remarks were being directed at him with humor, not just anger. It was a nice step forward—especially since he’d just lost all his friends. He did not want to be the kid who sat alone at lunch.

(And he maybe enjoyed Danny’s company. A little. The nerd could be kinda sorta cool sometimes.)

“Yeah, yeah,” he said. “Laugh it up. Get it all out of your system.”

“No way. You’re about to humiliate yourself in front of the entire school, for the whole day. I’m going to milk this for all it’s worth. I will keep it in my system, thank you, until you’re begging for the sweet release of death.”

Kwan groaned. “Dude, I performed emergency surgery on you. Doesn’t that earn me some kinda relief?”

“Your mom did that; you just held stuff for her. Besides, you’ve got four years of bullshit to make up for. One surgery isn’t going to do it.”

“Okay, then how many surgeries will it take to get some sympathy around here?”

“Six.”

“Six? Six? How many times are you planning on being impaled?”

“I’m not planning on it! You’re the one who asked the question of how many surgeries!”

“I didn’t think you’d answer me with a real number! I was being facetious.”

“Well so was I!”

“Seems like you two are getting along.”

And there was Manson, her voice cold and cutting. Kwan felt it shiver down his spine like hands of ice, evaporating his good mood. She and Foley stood in front of them, blocking their path to the school, arms crossed and frowning. Beside him, Danny hunched in on himself.

Kwan grimaced. Oh boy, this looked like a shit-show in the making. Time to hand out his notes and run for cover.

“Uh, here,” he said, shuffling through his backpack for the envelopes labeled “Sam Manson” and “Tucker Foley” and passing them out. His words tripped over themselves and he spoke. “I’m very sincerely sorry for being such a massive tool for years. I hope you can someday forgive me, I understand if you can’t, have fun love you bye!”

His cheeks burned. Fuck, did he really just say that? The humiliation really was starting early.

Manson and Foley furrowed their brows and pursed their lips in synch, which might have been funny in any other situation.

“Uh, okay,” said Foley, staring at the envelope.

“Yep!” Kwan said, moving to step past them.

“Wait!” Manson held out her arm and stopped him in his tracks. “This concerns you, too.”

“It does?”

“The two of you vanished together yesterday, without a word to anyone. No text, no snapchat, nothing! Meanwhile, a science lab is destroyed and apparently someone got in a fight out back. And you—” she pointed at Danny “—couldn’t be bothered to tell us if you were alive because you were too busy skipping school. With Kwan. Who you hated yesterday morning. So yes, Kwan, it involves you.”

Kwan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Look, whatever you’re thinking, I promise it’s not what happened.”

“Then what did happen?” Foley stared at Danny, who avoided his gaze. “We want to understand, dude. We want to help.”

“I—nothing happened. I just—worked things out with Kwan. He’s resolved not to be a dick anymore. We were just… talking about that. That’s all.”

“Then why didn’t you reply to us? Someone was seriously injured here yesterday! We thought it was you. We were terrified, and you couldn’t be bothered to text!”

Kwan shuffled his feet. He did not want to be here for this conversation, but every time he made to leave, Manson glared at him until he stopped moving. Did she want him to feel as awkward as possible? Was it some kind of punishment?

“You literally just told us like two weeks ago that you wouldn’t vanish on us anymore. I get needing your space, but you could’ve just… told us,” Foley said.

Danny winced at that. “It’s not that I couldn’t be bothered! I just…”

He’d just been recovering from surgery, Kwan thought. Not that you’d know it to look at him; he walked like nothing was wrong. Mom said she should be able to take out his stitches after school today. She’d even washed all the blood and green goop out of Kwan’s varsity jacket. It was almost like it had never happened.

Except that it had. Kwan couldn’t put on that jacket this morning. He couldn’t forget the blood pouring over his hands; first slippery, then sticky, then tacky as it dried. Danny’s shirt was in pieces in his trash can. And Danny couldn’t have answered his friends because he’d been passed out on Kwan’s kitchen counter with a stick in his side.

“You just what?”

Danny stared at the ground. “I… had other stuff going on.”

Manson rolled her eyes. “Riiiiight. We’re back to your mystery problem. Except Kwan apparently knows all about it. What, Kwan-fucking-Huang gets to know what’s up, but we, your supposed best friends, just get bullshit and avoidance?”

Kwan cringed. Why did she keep bringing him into this?

“This isn’t about Kwan!”

“No, it’s about you!” Manson was yelling now, chest heaving. “Something’s going on with you, but you refuse to tell us anything or let us help or— or— or be your fucking friends! It’s almost like you don’t—”

Manson cut herself off, eyes widening. “No,” she said, “it’s exactly like you don’t trust us.”

“I trust you!”

“Then why won’t you tell us anything?”

“Sam,” Foley said, tugging on her sleeve, “this isn’t the issue.”

“The hell it isn’t! It’d be one thing if he didn’t tell anyone, but Kwan knows.” She turned back to Danny. “You’d rather we think that you just ditched us to fuck around with Kwan than tell us the truth! You don’t trust us, still, after all this time. No matter how many times we apologize, no matter that you said you forgive us, it’s never enough, is it?”

Kwan almost mentioned that he had never actually been told anything, since he’d known from the start, but the last thing he wanted was for Manson to get laser-focused on him again. God, this was like those trashy reality TV shows Dash always made him watch. Kwan prayed he wasn’t getting in the middle of some weird Manson/Foley/Danny love triangle; things were complicated enough for him.

“Sam!” Foley tugged on her sleeve again.

“Fine! Maybe it is about that. Maybe I didn’t forget all about it yet. Sorry that I can’t just move on like nothing happened.”

“Wait, seriously?” Foley whipped back toward Danny. “Dude, you can’t say you forgive us and then keep holding it over our heads like this! Either actually forgive us, or be mad. You don’t get to have it both ways!”

It was like watching a train wreck, horrifying and enthralling in equal measure. He shouldn’t be watching this. He couldn’t look away. Other students had also stopped, staring and whispering in clusters.

“Fine! Then I guess I’m mad. And I’m done with this conversation.”

Danny shouldered past his friends, grabbing Kwan’s arm and dragging him along into the school. Kwan looked back as they entered and saw a sea of students rushing past where Manson and Foley still stood, frozen in place.

------

As soon as they stopped at Danny’s locker, Kwan rounded on him.

“Dude,” Kwan said, “what was that about?”

Kids passing by stared and whispered; Kwan felt their eyes like spiders crawling on his skin. Some of them had seen the fight outside. Others were talking about the wrecked science lab and Kwan getting kicked out of the A-Listers. Somehow, he and Danny had become the most infamous students at Casper High.

Danny didn’t look at them, spinning the padlock dial to seven, then eleven, then to fifteen. “Uh, it’s a long story.”

“I was just forced to sit through the most awkward experience of my life, and yes I am including the time I walked in on Dash’s parents having sex. What the fuck was that about?”

Danny sighed. “It’s not like it’s a secret or anything, I guess. Do you remember when I first came out?”

“Yeah, it was middle school, right?”

“Sixth grade, to be exact. Sam was the first person I told about it. I knew she wouldn’t judge me, right? Except I didn’t think about her kind of obsessive need to fix things.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean she wanted me to immediately come out to the world. That I should be proud, y’know? Which, like, I wasn’t ashamed; I just wasn’t ready. But she pushed and pushed and I kept saying no. And eventually…”

Kwan’s stomach dropped. “She didn’t tell someone for you, did she?”

“She told Tucker, and he… didn’t react well. He wasn’t ready to hear it, y’know? And he said some things. Sam went off on him, told him he was being a tool and shit. And I ran away.”

“Shit.”

“Yeah. I mean, he was young, and he was repeating things adults had told him. When he thought about it for a bit, he realized he was being an asshole and tried to apologize. But by then the damage was already done. I screamed at both of them for like ten minutes straight, and then I stopped talking to them at all for like a month

“It’s kinda funny because now Tuck is my biggest supporter with this stuff. But, fuck, it was messy. That’s the biggest fight the three of us have ever had; they had to do a lot of groveling to get back in my good graces. Even so, it took me a long time to get over it and be friends with them again.” Danny hugged himself. “I guess I’m not as over it as I thought.”

Kwan whistled. “Can’t really blame you. That’s rough.”

“But Sam and Tucker are also right; I can’t say we’re good and then keep holding it against them.” Danny groaned, burying his face in his hands. “They’ve done everything they could to make it up to me, and it’s been years. Why can’t I let it go?”

“I dunno, dude, we usually can’t control how we feel. It just is what it is.” The first bell rang overhead, sending students scurrying to class. “Anyway, I’ve got to find Ishiyama and ‘confess’ before she comes and tracks us down.” There was a good chance he’d be walking straight back out of school with a shiny new suspension, now that he thought about it. At least he’d get out of groveling for the day.

Danny’s face took on the pinched quality it did whenever Kwan mentioned what Paulina had done, but he didn’t say anything. Kwan mumbled a quick “see ya” before heading toward the principal’s office.

He’d only gone five steps before a hand reached out and pulled him into a dark janitor’s closet.

“Jesus Christ, who the fuck—”

There was a click as someone flicked on the light, and Kwan blinked at the sudden brightness. In front of him, arms crossed, stood Star, Dash, Valerie, and Paulina. In fucking formation, like a dance troupe, or a flock of geese. Was it really just yesterday that he was a part of that?

“We’re giving you one last chance, Kwan,” Paulina said. “You can go to Principal Ishiyama and tell her that Fenton wrecked the lab, all on his own. Valerie will back up your story, and we’ll be good.”

If the Kwan of two days ago had been offered this, he would’ve jumped at it. The Kwan of right now couldn’t think of anything he wanted less.

Kwan snorted. “Why should I? You’re the ones who smashed everything.”

Paulina raised a single perfectly-styled eyebrow. “That’s never bothered you before.”

“And I was an asshole before.”

“It’s what has to be done!”

Kwan remembered his flute, stashed in the back of his closet. The bruise on Danny’s face, because Dash took out his problems on him. Valerie’s karate classes, stopped last year, because they weren’t feminine enough. Now that he’d taken a step back from them, none of this struck him as necessary.

Star looked at him, big blue eyes behind blonde hair. “Please, Kwan. We don’t want to lose you.”

“What, so I rat out Danny and I can sit with you at lunch again?”

“What are you being so uptight about?” Valerie poked him in the chest. “It’s just a nerd. We’re your friends.”

“Yes, exactly! Kwan, you’re our friend.” Paulina’s eyes were glassy as she spoke. “You’re my friend. You’re one of us. I don’t want to kick you out! I’m trying to help you.”

“Are we friends? Because the last time I checked, friends don’t give each other ultimatums.”

Dash stepped forward, glaring. “Yeah, well, you also shouldn’t abandon your friends when they need you.”

“Oh, really? So us beating up other kids, everyone spreading rumors, framing other kids for stuff we did—all this somehow protects Paulina?” Dash opened his mouth, but Kwan cut him off. “No, dude, you have to know that doesn’t make sense. It’s not protection; it’s just fucking mean.”

“It isn’t—it’s not just to be mean!”

“Yes it is! Quit lying, Dash; yes it is.”

Silence fell, and the weight of it almost forced Kwan to his knees. Oh fuck, was he really doing this? Was he really calling them out like this? Fuck, he knew what Paulina did to people who got in her way. It was one thing to leave, but it was another thing entirely to flip her off on his way out.

“So I guess that’s your answer,” Paulina said, narrowing her eyes. “You’re ditching us for Fenton.”

She said Fenton like it was a slur, like it meant the worst kind of bottom-feeder parasite loser, like Danny hadn’t almost died yesterday saving Kwan’s life. Anger bubbled in Kwan’s chest, boiling over his fear.

“No, this is my answer.” Kwan pulled his varsity jacket out of his backpack. With his mouth dry, his palms slick with sweat, his heart pounding, he stalked toward Paulina. “You came here to give me an ultimatum? Well I’ve got one of my own: get your act together, or I’m going to make you.”

He shoved the jacket into Paulina’s chest, stormed through his former friends and out of the closet, and slammed the door behind him.

The late bell rang, and the last stragglers slipped into their classes. Kwan leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths to steady himself. “Fuck,” he said under his breath. “I did not just do that.”

Back in the closet, he knew they had to be huddled together, gameplanning for whatever he was going to do to them. Not that he had a plan in the first place. He’d painted a target on his back now, and panic at the thought choked the air from his lungs. He knew better than anyone what the A-Listers were capable of, and now it was directed at himself.

“Fuck,” he said again. He let out a strangled laugh. “Fuck fuck fuck.”

Something slick coated his hands. Looking down, he saw red and green blood stained up to his elbows. He blinked, hard, and it was gone.

Kwan shook himself. All of his problems were his own fault; he didn’t get to fall apart yet. Not when he still had so much to make right.

Okay, one thing at a time. He had to confess to wrecking the lab first and foremost. On the plus side, at least his impending suspension would give him time to figure out how he was going to back up his stupid big mouth.

One thing at a time. Right.

He walked toward the principal’s office in the now-empty halls. Time to face the music.

-----

“Tell me something, Mr. Huang,” Principal Ishiyama said, steepling her fingers on her desk. “Why is it that, in the two months or so since this freshman class has come to my school, we’ve had more security footage be mysteriously corrupted than we’ve had at any point since we hooked up the system?”

Kwan squirmed in his seat. The answer to that question was that Valerie paid off one of her dad’s cybersecurity guys to give them a backdoor into the security system. Paulina mostly used it to delete footage of her and Star, but deleting evidence of her smashing beakers was par for the course as well.

“What do you want from me? I already told you I did it.”

“Yes, you did. Which I find interesting, because the last thing we see of you on the video is you, running after Mr. Fenton, towards the opposite end of the school from Mr. Fonda’s lab. However, the dumpsters are in that area, without any cameras around either. Yesterday, I had some sort of federal officers crawling all over there after we found blood and some weird green goo. I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this.”

Oh, shit. This was the only thing she could suspect that was actually worse than the lab. Even ignoring the whole ghost-secret, he wanted to stay a thousand yards away from the feds. He didn’t like this. He didn’t like this at all.

Kwan shrugged, attempting nonchalance. “Look, I told you: I ran after Danny to try to get him to listen to me. I wanted to apologize, but he didn’t want to talk to me. I got frustrated, ran back to Mr. Fonda’s room, and smashed some beakers to vent. It was a mistake, and I’m sorry! But I have no idea about blood or cops or… whatever.”

“Ah, yes, of course. You ran back to the other side of the school and ‘smashed some beakers’ in a classroom before disappearing for the rest of the day. Of course, we have no evidence one way or the other except that of you and Mr. Fenton in the halls during lunch. But if you’re claiming to have vandalized a classroom, you must be telling the truth. Why would you lie?”

“Exactly!” Kwan said, leaning forward. “My punishment for vandalism must be a lot worse than whatever happened at the dumpster. Plus, do I look like I’ve been in a fight recently?”

He gestured at himself. His bruises from the ectopus had long since faded, and Danny had saved him from being hurt yesterday; no one would think he’d been involved by looking at him.

Principal Ishiyama hmmed. “Right, so you were spraying silly string on Mr. Fonda’s desk. Where’d you get the silly string?”

Fuck, this was probably a trick question, wasn’t it? He'd say "Oh I got it at Dollar General" and then she smack down a picture of broken glass and a wrecked whiteboard with no silly string. Why did she have to be nosy? Why couldn’t she just accept what he said at face value like every other school administrator?

“Uh, what silly string?”

Principal Ishiyama pulled a picture out of the folder on her desk. It was Mr. Fonda’s room, covered in pink and blue strands. Kwan winced.

“So,” Principal Ishiyama said, “would you like to try that again?”

Kwan let out his breath in a woosh. “What do you want from me, ma’am?”

“I want to know what happened in my school yesterday.” She leaned back in her chair. “I want every student to feel safe in this school. That’s why I didn’t call the cops about the vandalism, and that’s why I hate the presence of those feds. No one is giving me any information, and I can’t make this a safe environment if I don’t even know what’s going on.”

“Principal Ishiyama, I can’t give you the answers you want. I don’t—I can’t tell you what you want to hear.”

“Why not?”

“I don't have any answers for you! I've got nothing to say about any of that."

“Not even if it could save you a suspension?”

If there was one thing Kwan could do, it was keep a secret. He crossed his arms and stared at the floor, silent.

“Well, if you aren’t interested in talking now, maybe you’ll change your mind after a few weeks of detention with Mr. Lancer.”

Kwan snapped his head up. “Wait, what?”

Principal Ishiyama closed the folder on her desk. “I’m not suspending you—yet, at least. For now, your punishment will be an hour of detention every day after school until you tell us the truth, and of course you’ll lose your spot on the football team. If you want your afternoons back, you should reconsider who or what it is you’re protecting.”

Apparently, today was bribe-slash-threaten-Kwan-into-betraying-Danny day. It was like the universe had heard about his resolve to suck less and was throwing every test it could think of at him.

“I’m not protecting anyone, I’ve just got no information for you. And you can’t keep me in detention forever for not telling you what you want to hear!”

“The detention is for the vandalism you insisted on confessing to. How long it lasts is entirely up to you.” She met his eyes. “Now run to class, and report to Mr. Lancer immediately after the final bell.”

He stood and moved toward the door, pausing as Principal Ishiyama spoke again.

“Mr. Huang, I do hope whatever you aren’t telling me is worth it to you.”

So do I, Kwan thought. So do I.

-----

“It feels like everyone’s staring at us,” Danny said, peeking at the throng of students in the cafeteria. Three tables away, a group of basketball players snapped their heads towards their plates just as Kwan met their eyes.

Kwan and Danny’s table had been given a wide berth; word of Kwan’s spat with the A-Listers must have spread, along with rumors of what had happened yesterday. No one wanted to be caught associating with the two of them right now. It would be social suicide.

“We’re infamous now, I guess.” Kwan was more-or-less used to attracting attention, but that was usually because he was with Paulina. He and Dash and Star and Valerie had always been side characters in her high school story. Now he was drawing eyes because he was Kwan, not because he was Paulina’s friend. It was disconcerting.

Danny groaned. “It was just yesterday that I was invisible. How do I go back to that?”

“I don’t know; you’re the one with the ghost powers.”

“Har har.”

On the other side of the cafeteria, Manson and Foley paid them no mind, mingling amongst some of the loner crowd. A few tables away from them, the A-Listers were raucous and exuberant—a show of how little Kwan’s leaving had affected them. It stung more than Kwan wanted to admit.

“So,” Danny said.

“So,” Kwan said.

“It’s just the two of us now?”

“Looks like it.”

“This is gonna get worse before it gets better, isn’t it?”

Kwan sighed. On top of all their school drama, they now had the possibility of invading ghosts hanging over their heads. Doing the right thing was making his life so much harder.

“Oh yeah,” he said. “Shit’s gonna get weird.”

END PART ONE

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[wienerbarnes]

Guardian

Pairing: Demon!Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2,119

Warnings: Mention of cancer, maybe angst?, fluffy thoughts at the end, sometimes i feel like these warnings are spoilers sometimes, ya know? 

Prompt: “no, no, no. don’t fear me. everyone fears me.” (bolded)

A/N: this is my submission for the love of my life, @thefvcker-tucker‘s #freaky500wc <3 i loveeeee the idea of this theme bc im a total whore for supernatural and scary stuff ;) go follow my angel, doll!!! she’s amazing and a total babe :) oneshot continued under the cut!

You wield the wooden bat tightly in between your fists, raised and ready to strike, despite how shaky your hands are. Bare toes silently creeping along the floorboards of the hallway of your apartment, feet slowly leading you to your kitchen where the loud bang and clinks of things falling from your counter and to the floor were heard. The oversized shirt that hangs off of your frame causes goosebumps to raise on your legs as the hem brushes against your thighs, or at least you attribute your goosebumps to that and not the possible intruder in your home. Could it be rats? Absolutely. Perhaps maybe even a bird flew in through an open window when your weren’t looking.

You would consider these possibilities if it weren’t for the “Shit!” that was whispered following the cluttering from whatever fell.

The closer you get to your kitchen, the louder everything is. Your heartbeat. Your breathing. Is that the sweat trickling down your neck that you hear? The loudest thing in the apartment, though, is the labored huffing as whoever is in your kitchen picks up your things from the floor and tries to set them on the counter as quietly as possible. You try your hardest to concentrate and focus your hearing, picture where this person is standing in your kitchen as to prepare yourself to attack, even though a battle with a stranger at three in the morning in the middle of your apartment isn’t something you think you’ll ever be prepared for.

You let out three harsh but quiet breaths before forcing your body around the corner and meeting eyes with the robber. You let out a yell as you whack the man across the face with your bat with as much strength as you can muster. He lets out a loud grunt and falls the floor, blood that’s almost black in color sprays across the wall and he groans on the floor. You let out another yelp as an overwhelming amount of adrenaline pumps through every vein in your body. You continue your screaming as you run back down the hall and into your bedroom, slamming the for behind you.

Turning the lock, you drop the bat and scramble around the room in search of your cellphone. Throwing your blankets across the floor in frustration you realize it’s sitting on your coffee table from when you were watching a movie earlier.

“Fuck!” You whimper, realizing you’re locked in your room with nowhere to go while a stranger roams around your apartment.

“Hey! Hold on! Wait!” You hear from the man, voice getting louder as it nears your bedroom. Your breaths come out of your body quicker and quicker; you feel as though your lungs are about to burst. You quickly gather your blankets as a shield and crawl towards the farthest corner of your room.

Your heart catches in your throat as you see the knob turning as the intruder tries to open the door.

“Open the door!” He pleads with you, the knob turning with force as though he hopes it will suddenly unlock by itself.

“Take whatever you want! Please, just don’t hurt me!” You yell back, voice cracking near the end of your beg, the fear overcoming your entire body as tears fill your eyes. You attempt to muffle your hiccups, tears falling from your eyes faster and faster as he continues to turn the knob.

“No, no, no. Don’t fear me. Everyone else fears me.” He whispers, the knob finally stilling and you hear a small movement, as though he situates himself on the floor.

He lets out a long and deep sigh, one that sends exhaustion through your whole body, you feel an immense cloud of tiredness and defeat rise over you, as if he somehow sent everything he was feeling to your body.

“Ugh, you don’t understand. I’m trying to help you, we’re both in trouble and I don’t know how to explain it.” He vents, a small thump heard against the door, his head, you assume.

Bucky has no idea what to do. Slumped on the floor against the door, shirt soaked with his black blood from his now broken nose, there wasn’t a worse way this could’ve gone. He doesn’t feel the pain in his nose anymore; it’s stopped bleeding soon after impact was made and it’ll set itself soon enough. He’s been a demon for a very long time and, although he knows the ins and out of pretty much everything he’s capable of, he’s never really gotten the hang

“We’re… connected.” He tries to begin, but shuts his eyes when he hears your heartbeat quicken. Great, now you probably think he’s some stalker who thinks you two are “meant to be” or something.

“That wasn’t right, uhh,” He corrects. “I’m a demon. Your demon, specifically.” He finally lets out.

“And I know it’s crazy and I know theres a lot of conspiracy about the whole existence of demons and what not and I really don’t want to scare you but, I really need you to hear me out; both of our lives are on the line.” Bucky explains.

He hears you slowly creep closer towards the door and although you don’t lean yourself on the other side as he is, you do put yourself significantly closer to him. His anxiety begins to lower as he hopes he’s getting through to you.

“What do you mean?” You quietly whisper, so quiet he barely heard it. He can hear that your crying has stopped, but your heart hasn’t exactly slowed back to normal.

“Uhh… which part?” Bucky calmly asks.

“The demon part.” You answer, answer slightly muffled by the blanket you’ve wrapped around yourself and covered your face with.

“Oh. So, uhh, everybody has one. Like, sorta how everyone has a guardian angel, everyone has a guardian demon, too. Like the angel and devil on your shoulder, those are real.” He treads lightly, terrified of scaring you again and not being able to get your help at all.

He doesn’t hear any changes in movement or heartbeat or breathing or anything, so he continues.

“How they work, though, is, um,” Bucky pauses, trying to find the simplest words to explain the whole system to you in your scared state. “You know how I said before that we’re connected? Well, when you die, I will die, too. And then… I don’t know what happens after that.” He trails off.

He hears you crawl the rest of the way to reach the door and rest your back against it, matching his position. He plays with a thread on his shirt as he feels the heat radiate through the door and on his back.

“And you said we were both in trouble? Am I dying?” You question, voice still tight and filled with confusion, but intrigued as to what this could mean for your life, that is, if Bucky’s telling the truth.

“Yes,” Bucky answers after a pause of silence. “You have cancer, but it can be treated if you do something about it early. That’s why I’m here; I came to warn you.” He finally tells you, turning his body slightly to rest the side of his head against the door.

He can hear that you’re breathing has slowed as you process the information he just told you.

“So, what, you just don’t want to die yet? Is that it?” You accuse, throat tightening again as your body feels more and more exhausted the longer you sit here listening to this man talk.

Bucky takes a moment to think and gather his thoughts in order to express them correctly. “You’re a really great person. I mean, you do so much for your family, your friends, your job, strangers you meet on the street. Like when you paid for that lady’s coffee the other day at that shop you go to every morning,” He stops himself when he hears your breath hitch. “I’m not ready to die, again. I didn’t live the best life when I was alive and now I get to watch someone else live such a fulfilling life, a life full of meaning where you actually have people care for you, where you’re actually making a difference. I don’t want to give that up just yet. And I don’t want you to have to give up anything, either. You don’t deserve that.” Bucky finishes, emotion piling up in his chest at the thought of losing you and ending up who knows where after he dies, again.

“I’ll… I’ll go to the doctor in the morning.” He hears you sniffle.

“But, if I’m being honest, there’s absolutely no way I’m opening the door, regardless if you’re telling the truth. Demon or not.” You inform him and he lets out a watery chuckle, incredible grateful that you’ll get yourself checked out.

Bucky feels so much happiness in his chest at the thought that he might’ve saved you because of his intrusion tonight. It feels good to actually help someone instead of hurt them, especially help someone as great as you. He clears his throat to compose himself, but his heart is still jumping for joy in his body.

“That’s understandable.” He assures you. “I guess my work here is done; I’ll, uh, leave you alone, then. We’re not really supposed to communicate, but, I wasn’t going to sit around and watch you and not do anything.” Bucky picks himself off the ground but the sound of your voice stops him from walking back down the hall.

“What’s your name?” You ask quickly, as though he’ll disappear forever no that he told you what he needed to.

“Bucky. My name’s Bucky.” He responds. He feels bittersweet. He’s upset with the way he scared you. And he’s upset that you’re sick. And he’s upset that he probably won’t ever see you again; it just isn’t allowed. But he’s so happy to have been able to help you; to have warned you. You’re going to be okay. And so will he.

“Thank you, Bucky.”

…

You don’t leave your bedroom until about two in the afternoon. Everything that happened during the night thoroughly tired out your body. You pulled yourself out of bed and gathered the blanket around your body to hold onto whatever heat is left in the seams. You drag your feet to the door and notice the lock still turned up. A shiver runs down your spine as you’re reminded of the image of a tall man standing in the dark shadows of your kitchen.

“There’s no one here,” You reassure yourself, “C’mon, you gotta go to the doctor.” You try to push yourself.

You twist the lock and open the door before you can try and convince yourself to hide in bed all day. Your hallway is lit by the creaks in your windows from your living room that let the morning light shine through. You slowly make your way to the kitchen and feel a wave of relief when you find it empty. You also notice something else.

The pans that woke you up during the night when Bucky showed up were now stacked neatly on top of your stove and Bucky’s blood that splattered on the wall when you swung at him was now gone. In fact, your kitchen is spotless. The stove scrubbed, the countertop wiped down, cabinet doors rid of any dust. And a note.

You step closer to the counter where the note lays and see a rough drawing of a smiley face with devil horns with the messy scrawl underneath: Good luck. Love, Bucky.

You smile and pick up the note and tape it onto your fridge before walking back down the hall. A small part of you wishes he was still around, standing in your kitchen awkwardly gathering pots and pans from the ground and stumbling around your apartment tripping over his own words while talking to you. You wish you weren’t so afraid of him yesterday. You wish you would’ve been able to talk to him more; how he died, who your guardian angel was, what was hell like, if that’s even where he came from. Maybe someday you’ll be lucky enough to cross paths with him again. Or rather, perhaps he’ll cross your path again, with some loud and obnoxious entrance in the middle of the night. Although you were so incredibly terrified a couple of hours ago, you don’t mind the idea of his presence and the fact that he’s always been watching over you, even if he was the reason behind the bad decisions in your life.

Somewhere, you just know Bucky’s smiling at you. And you smile, too.

Tags: @thefvcker-tucker @gagmebucky @hannie-writes-marvel @angel-fire

#freaky500wc #bucky barnes #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes x you #demon!bucky #demon!bucky x reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #bucky barnes fanfiction #writing challenge #oneshot

[honey-harper-official]

Second Generation Renegades

Nodrian

Three daughters

Valerie, Lacey, and Eva born in that order

They all look alike but not enough that they're inseperable

Lacey was the only one actually planned and caused the most problems being born

Which is why Eva was the surprise bc they weren't expecting to have another baby but the doctor said that Nova should be okay

So here Eva is

Valerie was sorta planned. They had talked about kids and then like a month later they found out Nova was pregnant so......

They all tend to act a lot like their mom and are really blunt and straight forward. That's however the only aspect of their mom they all share

All of them have a really strong moral code though each is wildly different

Adrian and Nova aren't necessarily strict but they aren't really laid back to the point where it's dangerous. They'd let their kids go to a party depending on the circumstances but they still have curfew

All daughters are prodigies but they're waiting for Lacey's powers to show bc they know she's a prodigy bc everyone is but they start to assume that maybe things are going back to before in the sense that you have to have some form of trauma so they get way more over protective of her even though they want her to get her powers

They try really hard to be supportive of their daughters

One of them is always going to get the short end of the stick though bc they still have to work and there's always going to be an overlap of events

School work comes first

Let their kids do their own thing so they don't invade their space but still check in on them

Hate that the media swarms their daughters and they try to keep them away from it

Halloween also isn't a largely celebrated holiday bc all of their daughter's find it weird that people dress up like their parents

But when they were little Danna and Narcissa would take them out to trick or treat bc Nova just can't stomach it and Adrian has to make sure she doesn't lose it bc someone has to hand out candy to these poor children and it shouldn't be his very uncomfortable wife

Also all their daughters know how to fight and kick ass. They know it might come back and bite them later but just in case any of them wanted to be a Renegade they have the training

Valerie Georgia McLain

Her first and middle name is her grandma's name but reversed

Her birthday is September 21st year 2021 and that's the same day as her grandma's name hence why she was named after her (headcannoning Lady Indomitable's bday as that day)

Oldest

Is a great engineer and inventor like her mother

She's a genius and going to college for engineering

Born with her prodigy abilities

She can manipulate plants. Any plant to a large extent

She uses it for good and when her youngest sister was born would sneak vines into the nursery to hand her stuffed toys

Also uses vines to pick up her siblings and give them boosts to get things though mostly her youngest

Used her powers to sneak cookies all the time as a little kid

Gets along great with Eva but not so great with Lacey. She loves them both though

She wants the best for her younger sisters and can be kinda critical and judgemental bc she wants to give them constructive criticism but she lacks the constructive part a lot

Blunt like her mom

Likes to build things with her mom all the time

Would spend hours drawing with Adrian when she was little and he still has the pictures framed and hung up around the house

She's more like her mom but her dad's favorite (though Adrian would never say it or admit it)

She does everything by the book

Valerie refuses to get herself into any mess her parents did which deterred her away from anything that could even be related to Renegades

Always polite and is a sweetheart with the media

Everyone loves her

Lacey fucking loves hates her

She's the perfect child and always the example

Never causes any problems and always listens to her parents and does the right thing

Well not always but enough to the point where the few times don't really count in the book

More like Adrian but as said before she tries to be constructive but totally misses the nail each time and it comes off as more passive aggressive then anything

Lacey Jude McLain

Born April 16th 2103

There was Raven and a crow sitting on the window sill when she was born and Nova has been waiting for the haunted and freaky shit to begin since

Only sibling with a non family related name but everyone tells her how much she looks like Georgia and she HATES IT

Her favorite family member is her dog Harley and then her aunt Evie and uncle Max and then Grandpa Simon

Valerie is last and is closely tied with their youngest sister Eva

The gay sibling though she's not out yet. Everyone knows it but they won't pressure her and also don't believe stereotypes

She wears button ups and boots all the time and listens to a bunch of gay artists so what is she really hiding especially since Hugh and Simon gave her a bunch of button ups the second they realized she was gay (which was when she was born tbh)

Sorta has a secret relationship with Ellie (Tucker Silva daughter). Ellie isn't out yet and is much better at hiding that she's gay but Nova suspects that they're together but she won't say anything bc she doesn't want to embarrass them. Danna and Narcissa know that Ellie and Lacey are both lesbians and together. They knew it well before they caught them kissing and decided to help them keep it a secret

It's a secret bc Ellie and Lacey don't want to not be able to have sleepovers anymore

So smart but an absolute dumbass

Her whole family thinks she's very serious but all her friends know that she is the funniest person alive and has an absurd sense if humor

Disappointment child TM

Her parents want her to be a Renegade or go into a science career

Accept she wants to be a musician (always has wanted that) and goes to school for that (and she's incredibly talented at it too)

Her parents also don't know she has powers though she didn't know either for a while. Used her powers unconsciously for years until she realized that not everyone sees probabilities constantly and can change them

She can manipulate probability and essentially do anything she wants but uses it for small things and incredibly wisely bc for years she thought everyone could do it bc everyone told her she didn't have powers since only she would be able to know so she though there were all these unsaid rules she couldn't break

She could go into a science career bc she's good at it but she hates science

Not the best in normal school work and is an average student

Her parents try to be supportive but they don't really get the music career and she just gave up telling them about things bc they never seemed interested and she takes it as them not caring

Likes to break as many rules as possible and sneaks out a lot

Also gets high a lot and is on drugs half the time bc she stopped caring a while ago

No one ever knows about all the messes she gets into bc she's incredibly street smart and ties up any loose ends. Doesn't need her powers to do it bc she can and will kick your ass and verbally destroy you

MAJOR Middle Child Syndrome

Honestly is a big sweetheart and would love to be nice to people if she didn't have a bunch of defense mechanisms internalized and held grudges like you've never seen

She's a good mix of both her parents bc she acts a lot like Nova but looks more like Adrian and also has his big heart. She's very oblivious like both of her parents though

She's way more into art now that she's older but also now that she's older she never has the time to learn anything about art from her dad and it fuels her Middle Child Syndrome more

Is the favorite of literally every extended family member bc she's the life of the party and knows exactly how to appeal to their humor bc she's the funniest sibling but no one knows it

No filter whatsoever and she hates the media and makes it known

A sad gay disaster child tbh who needs some therapy

There's a lot to go on about her bc her emotional problems fuel her personality and vice versa so it's just a rage cycle

Eva Tala McLain

Like Valerie, her name is her grandma's name but flipped.

Born November 30th 2105 and has the same birthday as her grandma Tala hence the name. Everyone finds it weird that two out of three of the Nodrian kids have their birthday on their dead grandma's birthday

14 and an asshole bc she's a middle schooler

Can and will tell you to shut up and fuck off

Id polite with the media bc like both her sister she knows being mean to the tabloids will cause problems and she doesn't feel like hearing her parents get criticized for their parenting skills every Monday morning

Same approach as Valerie to the media

Be nice and they will leave your family alone

Opposite of Lacey's approach which is that they're not entitled to any part of her life and that they can fuck right off bc her behavior says nothing about her parents and more about how invasive and annoying the reporters are

Lacey makes her paper cranes and sneaks them in her lunch box and she acts like she hates it but she loves it

Again... Acts like a jerk but is actually a sweetheart and big baby.

She's Nova's favorite though Nova won't admit it

Eva knows this and uses it to her advantage occasionally

Has a favorite sibling weekly but it's almost always Valerie

Also very into engineering but also art

Her room has gears and electronics everywhere

And her parents are so proud of her for it

She's pretty good in school though not as good as Valerie. She's also great in sports

Her parents try to go to as many games as possible

She also has fire manipulation

And Adrian had to give himself a tattoo in order to keep her from causing damage

Now that she's older she has way better control and can even use her flames without actually causing harm to anyone or anything

She starts to use flames to just grab or hold things for her or sometimes to even move around

She's the baby of the family

100% she's a prankster.

It's always little harmless things

But she doesn't dare prank Lacey bc after she does she always gets hit back and worse though it couldn't possibly be from her bc the time and place don't make sense

Either way she leaves Lacey alone bc she knows some weird shit will happen to her and she's not risking it

She looks nearly exactly like Nova but it's her hair, eyes, and skin that are the differences. But they have the exact same nose and jawline and facial structure

Likes to go into her sister's room and take their things which is really easy bc Valerie leaves for college and Lacey is rarely around (she's off with her friends or getting high) but she always gets caught

Never stops her though

She usually listens to her parents but if she gets bored enough or really wants it she'll disregard anything they say to do it

Never works out for her and how she hasn't learned that lesson is probably bc she's watched Lacey do everything her parents said not to with no problems

She honestly doesn't mean to hurt people she just wants to have fun

But the lengths she will do for it sometimes are way too much

Queen of pushing her luck bc Valerie never pushes her luck and Lacey has pushed it to the point where luck isn't even an option anymore

#nova artino #adrian everhart #nodrian #renegades trilogy #renegades #archenemies #supernova

[phantomphangphucker]

You Can’t Keep A Phantom In Mind - Phic Phight

Prompt Creator: @kinglazrus Prompt: After getting hit by his parent’s newest invention, Danny discovers he is trapped in Phantom form and can’t change back. Summary: Danny is hard on peoples brains and he’s not ok with that.

Warning: mild angst

“Uh dude, what the fuck are you doing?”, Tucker asks as he and Sam walk up to Danny Phantom, not Fenton, opening his locker door. Danny turns to them, “my parents happened that’s what, this is the last semester of school and I’ve decided I’m just fucking done. But you know what’s fucked? No one has even batted a damn eyelash, no double takes; nothing. Not even Valerie has called me out”. Sam and Tucker look around the hallway and notice that he’s right, “Wow, this is kind of sad actually”. Danny nods at Sam, “I don’t even know if they just think I’m in costume for no reason or if I have some weirdass affect on people”.

Danny flings his bag over his shoulder and the trio walk to class. On the way there Dash walks up, “hey Fen-”, Dash cuts himself off as he tilts his head at Danny. Blinking a few times and shaking his head, Dash just walks away. “Ok what the fuck”, Danny flat out glares at Dash’s back as he goes up to Dash. Stepping in front of Dash, “did you have a fucking aneurism or something, Dash?”. Dash shrugs awkwardly, “I don’t know dude, I just really don’t want to hit you now. Somethings up with you I think”. Danny just gapes at Dash as he walks off, turning to Tucker, “you have got to be fucking me”. Tucker just shrugs as they rush off to class.

Lancer looks at Danny only once as he enters, he raises an eyebrow but shakes his head. Danny at this point just wants someone to damn call him out, so he doesn’t even bother grounding himself; just floats a bit above his chair and lets his hair float about. By the end of class Danny is just writing his notes with telekinesis instead of his hands, while Tucker and Sam both gape at both him and the rest of the class. As the bell rings Tucker leans over Danny’s shoulder, “dude what?”. Danny shrugs, “I really have no fucking clue dude, but I am so taking to Mr. Lancer. That guy won’t lie to me and he honestly is rather trustworthy”. Sam sighs as she drags Tucker out, “well whatever’s going on, it would have been nice to know this along time ago”. Danny nods at them as they go, before making his way up to Mr. Lancer.

“So, I know I’m not the most forthcoming student but do you have the slightest clue why the hell you and the rest of the school haven’t called me out on my appearance?”, Danny leans his hip against the teachers desk, making a show of being non-threatening. Lancer shuffles around some of his papers and studies Danny’s appearance before answering, “well, it’s hard to describe Daniel. As soon as I look away from you I just forget. Then when I am looking it’s hard to even think about it. I’m aware but not quite sure what’s going on with you. I’m curious but not enough to actually ask”. Danny shakes his head, “that’s insane, explains so damn much though”. Mr. Lancer shakes his head and blinks a bit, “now Daniel I know you have other classes as do I so, if I’ve satisfied your question you should get along”. Walking out Danny looks back at him, “Uh, thanks I guess”.

Catching up with Tucker in his next class, “so dude, what’d he say?”. Danny shakes his head and laughs, “apparently he literally forgets when not looking at me and can’t even think about it when he is. Completely fucking absurd and I feel like I’m fucking mind controlling people in mass”. Tucker slaps his back, “fucking sweet man, new power!”. Danny rolls his eyes, “something tells me this isn’t new and dude, it’s fucking invasive not cool. I’m quite literally fucking with peoples heads”. Tucker just rolls his eyes as class starts.

During lunch, Dash walks up to their table fully intending to dump his tray on Danny but just stops when he sees him. The trio watch as Dash opens and closes his mouth a few times and just walks away, “wow dude, anti-bully magic boy, that’s what you are”. Danny slugs him, “it’s still fucking wrong, but I won’t deny it’s handy. I seriously hope this works with my parents”. Sam sighs, knowing how Danny is, “of course you of all people would be bothered, Danny. But I think this is good, just like everything else. Don’t abuse it. You’ve got a reason today, so chill”. Danny just shrugs awkwardly as the bell goes off.

In fifth period Skulker shows up in class, everyone but Danny books it out of there and Skulker stops short of shooting Danny, “Uh whelp I’m not one to question your ways but this seems rather reckless even for you”. Skulker moves his hand up and down Danny’s Phantom form as Danny snickers, “turns out I’ve got some mind control shit, none of them can actually really tell or remember how I look right now”. Danny chuckles as he shoots Skulker, “I really should pay more attention to my parents shit before I touch it”. Danny just shrugs as he lets Skulker pelt him with an ectobomb. While Danny fires back Skulker replies, “you are very reckless ghost child, but that ability is quite impressive. You’re even more desirable now!”. Danny laughs as he kicks Skulkers head off, “I’m starting to think you actually have a thing for me”. Skulkers scowls at Danny as Danny sucks him into his thermos. Danny just shrugs as he straight up phases through the walls and floats into sixth class to avoid being late.

Star, who sits next to him, jumps and then looks completely puzzled, “can you run really fast or something? Where’d you even come from?”. Danny sighs and rubs his temple, muttering “god this is a mindfuck, literally”, then turning to Star, “came from fifth class”. Star just nods and accepts this answer.

Danny has final period with Lancer again and he can’t help but feel sorry for him. Lancer has made a habit over the past years to stare at him to make sure he’s paying attention and that is resulting in a lot of rapid blinking and head shaking today. Danny mutters to himself, “he’s going to give himself neck cramps at this point”.

Halfway through class there’s another ghost attack, this time it’s some animalistic ghost. Danny just sighs, throws a pencil at it, and slowly floats over to it; while everyone but Lancer flees, since he’s more or less pinned by the ghost. Inches from the ghost face Danny blasts it point blank with an ectobeam. He’s sighs as he pulls out his thermos and sucks in the ghost. Turning to Mr. Lancer, “ok I’m probably going to give you an aneurism or something if I don’t explain, huh?”. Lancer looks from where the ghost was to Danny, who’s floating a solid 2 feet off the ground and just nods. “Kay well, Phantom Fenton, same person. I’m not all dead just halfway there, halfas the word”, Danny watches as Mr. Lancer blinks once and tilts his head before going wide-eyed, “I, wow, so this is what’s been so weird about today. Well this certainly explains a lot Daniel, though I would hope you’re aren’t just walking around school like this to mess with peoples head”. Danny shakes his head as he plants his feet on the ground, “no, I didn’t even know I could have this sorta mind control effect on people. Basically one of my parents things pretty much turned off my ability to change back to Fenton for 24 hours. Not happy about it but I pretty much decided, screw it and didn’t bother even trying to hide it”. Danny helps Mr. Lancer get off the ground, “well I’m glad you help people Daniel but maybe you should be more careful”. Danny just shrugs as he waves goodbye to Mr. Lancer. Lancer shakes his head at the now empty doorway, “I think my most disappointing child became the one I’m proudest of”. Shaking his head as he goes to sit down and stares at Daniels unfinished assignment with a small smile.

“So Mr. Lancer knows now”, Sam and Tucker both look at Danny like he’s lost his mind. “Dude, what the hell?”, Tucker is the first to speak up. “Tucker I literally shot an animal ghost in front of him while floating, and I’m pretty sure his mind was already melting or some shit before then”, Danny rolls his eyes at Tucker. Sam shakes her head, “pretty sure his brain would’ve been fine you self-sacrificing dumbass”. Danny shrugs as he waves goodbye to them.

Looking to his house door he takes a deep breath and assumes that if he just acts normal the mind thing will work. But at the same time, it’s been years and he’s kind of just done; specially when it comes to hiding from his parents. Pushing the door open, “I’m home! What’s for supper?”. Maddie sticks her head around the door and squints at Danny, who just smiles at her, “Uh, hmm, it’s Spaghetti...Danny?”. She says his name like it’s a question, which in a sense it was, “yeah it’s me and spaghetti is good, uh. Is there like, anything? You want to ask?”. Maddie scratches her head while staring at him, she eventual pulls down her goggles and then lifts them up, then down, then up. Which is confusing the hell out of Danny, “okay? I think I have a question first, what are you doing?”. Maddie blinks, takes off her goggles and shakes her head at them before looking to Danny, “I can’t tell what you look

like but yet I can? What’s going on Danny? And why do you look completely like Phantom through my goggles?”. Danny face palms and mutters quickly, “of course, they’re probably special goggles”, smiling softly he looks at his mom, “yeah been getting that in a sense all day, had a reaction with that weird purple cube thing”. Maddie shakes her head, “I don’t know how all our stuff seems to either be affected by or affect you. Well most things anyways”. Turning her head around she dashed back into the kitchen and shouts, “foods ready!”. Danny sits down at the table and smiles somewhat sadly at his mom, “um sweet”. As Maddie gives him his food she blinks at him a bit, “sweetie I don’t like that something we made has messed you up. You sure this, whatever, will wear off.  That you’ll be ok?”. Danny sighs and nods, “yeah, I’ll be fine after another few hours. Sorry about the mindfuck”. Maddie glares at Danny who just exaggeratedly shrugs, “sorry I can’t think of a different word to describe it”. Maddie sighs and shakes her head as she sits down.

“So uh, where’s dad?”, Danny asks as he puts away his bowl. “Hmmm? Oh yeah, he went out to talk to Phantom. Which I’m starting to feel was pointless? Maybe?”, Maddie shakes her head as she looks at her goggles again but doesn’t put them on. Danny chuckles, “not an easy fellow to find unless you really know where to look”. Maddie smiles softly, gets up and kisses Danny’s head. Ruffling his white hair lightly, “well whatever the reason I’m pretty sure I’m glad we came to a truce”. This makes Danny smile and chuckles lightly, saying softly; more to himself, “me too, me too”.

End.

#phic phight #phic phight 19 #Danny Phantom #fan fic #phandom #phan phic #danny fenton #Maddie Fenton #sam manson #Tucker Foley #mr. lancer #dash baxter #star #mild angst #phantomphangphucker #have a fic suck my dick #team human

[justaflipfloppingpotato]

The references for the new comic are done! :DDDDD

holy shit this took longer than anticipated, but whatever! it’s done now and i’m happy :]

it’s called “The M3th-H34d and essentially this story takes place in a dystopian world after ww3 where a dictator government called the MOTH controls everything. the comic will follow tweek and his adventure making his way to destroy the MOTH for good and finally bring freedom and peace to the world again. he will eventually meet Craig in the comic too, and there’s eventual creek. (also tyde, bunny and jyle on the side)

I already have the story completely lined out, i should have the first part up in the next few weeks. i hope you guys enjoy it :D!!

more detailed refs and backstories under the cut! 

trigger warning for: body horror, gore, mentions of torture, suicide attempts, implied self harm, and lot’s of other stuff too (this au is really dark, and while there are some lighthearted moments, it’s has really morbid bits in it. please please please tell me if i need to tag triggers for this au)

Tw33k-34k:

Gender: Cis Male

age: 27

Race: white

Height: 5,1 (154.94)

Birth date: 8/17/2121

Occupation: none

Tw33k was a boy when The MOTH took him in. after being branded by the government facility and experimented on with methamphetamine he finally had enough. With the help of a fellow test subject and a book his therapist let him borrow: he managed to escape from The MOTH, leaving a mess behind him.

Now he lives his life as a runaway who swears to whatever god is out there that he will free everyone in this fucked up world and face the leader of The MOTH: Dr Meyers herself.

Craig Tucker

Gender: Cis Male

age: 24

Race: latino/white mixed

Height: 6,0 (182.88)

Birth date: 1/25/2124

Occupation: former MOTH associate in training

Craig tucker was born into The Moth association and was fated to be a future surgeon. However, when test subject TW33K-34K escaped containment, the distraction and craziness of it all allowed Craig to see something he wasn’t supposed to. He truly realized what this facility was used for. Since he had high clearance he was able escape the facility for good.

Life as a runaway was hard, especially when you’ve never had to run before. Craig managed though, and taught himself how to survive on his own, even if that meant stealing from a gang or two.

Clyde Donovan 

Gender: cis male

age: 23

Race: white

Height: 5,5 (165.1)

Birth date: 4/10/2125

Occupation: former Moth government assistant.

Clyde donovan was an assistant of a government higher-up. Even though the man he worked for was weird, the money he made to help his refugee father was worth it. One day though, he saw something he wasn’t supposed to, and in order to keep him quiet his mouth was sewn shut and he was tortured before being left to die. He was later found and taken in by a runway.

He now lives his sad life hooked up to an IV to keep himself from dying. At least he has his partner to keep him company

Token Black

Gender: agender

age: 26

Race: black

Height: 5,10 (177.8)

Birth date: 6/20/2122

Occupation: former athlete in training

Token was born within a rich family who had ties to the moth. They were in training to become a professional athlete before they lost their leg and left eye to a group of MOTH officials after getting too close to private business. Before they died however, a former surgeon runaway found them and took them in. the runaway cleaned up their wound and gifted them a prosthetic leg and a new eye.

Token’s eyes were opened after the incident and they swore their life to help the man who saved them. They ended up being trained to become a medic for runaways. Helping people escape The Moth is their life goal.

K3nny McCormick

Gender: Cis Male

age: 23

Race: white

Height: 5,3 (160.02)

Birth date: 3/22/2125

Occupation: none

K3nny sacrificed himself to The Moth to save his family from being taken. After being taken in he was experimented on with a pill that would allow the human body to survive without food, water, and air. The pill worked, but it turned k3nny’s insides to a dark and squidgy mush. He made a pact with subject tw33k. Tw33k was to escape and come back to rescue k3nny when he had the chance. K3nny ended up getting impatient though and escaped on his own.

He ended up finding a group of runaways who gladly took him in. even if he was still suffering on the inside, he was at least (sorta) free now.

Mari “Butters” Stotch

Gender: trans female

age: 25

Race: white

Height: 5,0 (152.4)

Birth date: 9/11/2123

Occupation: none

Mari grew up troubled. Her parents didn’t accept her as she was, and she was forced to identify with her dead name. She was beaten by her father almost daily and it didn’t help that her mom was fucking insane. When the pain became to much, she attempted to jump off of a building. Before she could jump though, she was stopped by a group of runways who gladly took her in and accepted her as she was.

she lives a happier life than she once did now that she is more comfortable in her own skin. This group of runaways is her family, and she will help protect them with her life.

Kyle Broflovski

Gender: cis male

age: 38

Race: white

Height: 6,2 (187.96)

Birth date: 5/26/2110

Occupation: former therapist,

Kyle broflovski, or Dr. B, was an ambitious young man who strived to help people. He worked hard to get a doctoral degree in psychology, surgery, and engineering. When he was finally accepted to be a therapist at the Moth care facility, he met a woman who changed his life and taught him the basics of orb engineering. After the escape of subject Tw33k though, he realized his mistake of coming to the moth. His morality couldn’t allow him to stay, so he gave up his dream job. His lover despised him for the decision,

Dr. B, ended up living life as the protector of the runaways. Hoping to free them from the moth.

Jimmy Valmer

Gender: cis male

age: 28

Race: white

Height: 5,9 (177.8)

Birth date: 5/13/2120

Occupation: comedian

Jimmy valmer grew up with comedy as a hobby. Always going into cafes  and bars to give the poor people of what was laugh. However, his life changed on his 21th birthday when he met an older man at a bar. The two chatted and jimmy found out that the man was a protector of the runaways.

Eventually, jimmy joined the man in helping protect the runaways, The man made jimmy high quality leg braces and crutches with orb technology. It reminded him of his ex, but he didn’t mind. Even if he was now no longer legally allowed on the streets,  being a runaway was worth it for the man that changed his life.

Dr. Meyers

Gender: cis female

age: unknown

Race: white(?)

Height: unknown (thought to be 6,4/193.04)

Birth date: x/x/2xx4

Occupation: current leader of The MOTH

The heart of the project.

The one they all strive to take down

The dictator who keeps everyone in check

The government itself

She is the heart and soul of the moth, and she will not go down without a fight

Betty

Gender: female

age: 12

breed: american staffordshire terrier (pitbull)

Height: 19 inches (48.26)

Birth date: x/xx/2136

Occupation: protector

Betty is the sweetest dog you will ever meet.

After being left tied to a tree in an abandoned campsite by her previous owner, she found a human who was finally nice to her.

From that day forward, she stood by the humans side through thick and thin.

helping, comforting, and protecting her twitchy blonde haired human every step of the way

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actually i wanna talk about the cast of red vs blue because i just took my meds and feel like rambling about something.

so, the first episode introduces five of our eventual main characters: Grif, Simmons, Tucker, Sarge, and Alpha/Church.

i’ll get back to Alpha/Church in a bit.

a few episodes later, we’re introduced to three more main characters: Donut, Caboose, and Sheila. so now we have eight main characters.

then, rather unceremoniously a little later, we’re introduced to the 9th main character, Lopez, as if he’d always been there.

a few more episodes, and we’re introduced to our last main character for the first season, Beta/Tex. that makes ten.

the second season premiere adds our eleventh main character and the last one for a while, Doc.

many episodes later, the season 5 premiere introduces our twelfth main character, Sister.

this makes our full main cast at this point Grif, Simmons, Tucker, Sarge, Alpha/Church, Donut, Caboose, Sheila, Lopez, Beta/Tex, Doc, and Sister.

the season 5 finale is the first time we lose a main character, with Sheila getting... not quite killed off, but definitely put out of commission. this is also chronologically the last time we really see Beta/Tex.

the gap between seasons 5 and six is generally kinda a reset point where characters got shuffled-around in-universe and it takes time to get the team back together, and we don’t even fully accomplish it within this season or even ever really.

so, season 6 introduces a new main character, Wash, and Wash ends up rounding up Alpha/Church, Caboose, Grif, Simmons, and Sarge, but only them.

and then, season 6 ends with Alpha/Church and Beta/Tex getting killed off.

season 7 brings Lopez, Donut, and Tucker back into the fold, but Wash has kinda been removed from the main cast by virtue of him being a villain now (and yeah Doc and Lopez have been “villains” before but the first five seasons were just weird like that). and halfway through the season, we’re properly introduced to Epsilon/Church (he’d technically been introduced halfway through season 6, but he’s not really introduced until now). however, it’s very much up to interpretation whether or not Alpha and Epsilon are the same character, since Epsilon is basically a weird clone of Alpha (hence why they both go by Church). like Epsilon was literally created from a part of Alpha’s personality but was initially kinda his own person, though he barely actually qualified as a person at this point, basically being a vegetable. but then at his “proper” introduction, the huge gaps in his personality are filled in by a more complete copy of Alpha... but there are still a number of subtle differences due to what little was already there in Epsilon’s personality (such as his issues with Wash) as well as the fact that Epsilon initially doesn’t have all of Alpha’s memories (though he does regain all of Alpha’s memories over the course of season 9). i personally like to think of them as separate characters (and in fact, Epsilon is my favorite character), but lots of people don’t.

anyways, at the end of season 7, Donut and Lopez get seemingly killed off, and the beginning of season 8 brings Doc back. and then season 8 also introduces Epsilon Tex, who is basically to Beta what Epsilon is to Alpha. i’m honestly not sure if i’d actually count Epsilon Tex as one of the main characters or not though.

anyways, season 8 also ends with Epsilon and Epsilon Tex getting cut off from the rest of the cast, and also with Wash rejoining the protagonists.

season 9 is weird. half of it takes place in a series of flashbacks to stuff that happened before the series began, and the other half takes place in a virtual reality that Epsilon and Epsilon Tex are in. this virtual reality has copies of Grif, Simmons, Sarge, Donut, Lopez, Tucker, and Caboose, but they’re probably not actually alive and they aren’t really important. what is important is that the flashbacks introduce us to a new character named Carolina.

season 9 ends with Epsilon Tex getting killed off, and Epsilon being removed from the virtual reality by the rest of the cast (except Doc who disappeared at some point)... to discover that, while he was gone, the rest of the cast joined up with Carolina.

so now, our cast is Grif, Simmons, Sarge, Tucker, Caboose, Wash, Carolina, and Epsilon.

halfway through season 10, we discover that Lopez and Donut aren’t actually dead, and that they’ve been hanging out with Doc since season 8 ended. Lopez and Doc stay behind, but Donut ends up rejoining the cast for the rest of the season.

then, season 11 begins, and we have this same cast again... except Donut is inexplicably absent (it’s not really made clear why he left this time, especially since he’s not gone for long), and more importantly, Carolina and Epsilon slipped off at some point and the rest of the cast really wants to know where the fuck they went.

then, halfway through season 11, Donut, Doc, and Lopez rejoin the cast yet again, and we’re also introduced to a new protagonist named Freckles.

so now, the cast is Grif, Simmons, Sarge, Tucker, Caboose, Wash, Donut, Doc, Lopez, and Freckles.

this does not last long.

season 11 ends with Sarge, Wash, Donut, and Lopez getting captured, Doc getting himself lost, and Freckles getting seemingly killed off. which leaves our main cast as just Grif, Simmons, Tucker, and Caboose, the smallest the cast has ever been.

however, halfway through season 12, not only do they reunite with the captured heroes, but Carolina and Epsilon suddenly reappear. and towards the end of the season, it’s revealed that Freckles didn’t actually get killed off. Doc is still gone though.

but not for long, because Doc ends up rejoining the cast halfway through season 13. but that’s not the only change season 13 brings- it ends with Epsilon getting killed off.

honestly, i don’t like Epsilon getting killed off because, like... if you think of Epsilon and Alpha as the same character, then it’s a fitting end for Church’s character arc. but again, i don’t think of them as the same character, and while it’s a good end for Church, it’s a significantly less satisfying end for Epsilon. i personally would have preferred something that could somehow end Church without ending Epsilon- like, another personality overhaul similar to the one that made him the new Church in the first place. the way he got killed off could have actually made that a pretty easy thing to do.

but, that’s what happened, so it’s what happened.

we’re skipping season 14 because season 14 wasn’t actually a real season, it was an anthology collection. the story actually picks up with season 15, which... actually begins with Grif leaving the main cast (also Doc left at some point between seasons 13 and 15). but halfway through the season, Grif not only rejoins, but he brings another new-ish protagonist, Locus. Locus was actually introduced all the way back in season 11, but as a villain; he sorta defected in the season 13 finale, but he ran away immediately afterwards- this is the first time we’ve seen him since he betrayed the villains. Locus is also my second favorite character after Epsilon. also Doc and Sister make cameo appearances in the season.

i’ve barely started season 16, i’m still only on episode 3 of that, but from what i’ve heard, this was the season that truly brought Sister back into the main cast, so now she’s back after having only been really around for one season ten seasons ago

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I HAVE ISSUES (Part 7)

Series summary: Lance has always been an asshole.  Womanizer, alcoholic, narcisitic, you name it, that’s Lance.  But the question is… why?

A/N: PLOT IS PICKING UP... sorta. and YES!  MORE THAN 800 WORDS!

Lance x plussize!reader

Word count: 1520

Summary: Lance is definitely improving with the added help of Dinah- now he had something important to ask you.

Warnings: dealing with feelings, vulnerability, fatphobic language, mild violence, insecurity

Part 6

(GIF not mine)

The room was eerily quiet as Dinah scribbled notes in her pink, holographic notebook.  It was so quiet, Lance cringed at the sound of his clothes shifting against each other as he hugged his knees to his chest.

Lance had been seeing Dinah consistently every week for about a month and a half, and he had gotten very comfortable with her; (Y/N) was right, she really did help him.  He was noticing fewer temper tantrums, he felt less depressed, he was being a bit more social instead of isolating himself, he felt a lot better.

“So why don’t you think she’ll accept your offer?” Dinah asked, looking up at him with a smile to comfort him.

Lance took a second to answer.  “Well… because I’ve been an asshole to her for years,” he sighed, resting his chin on his knees, “I’ve been so rotten to her- why would she want to go out with me?”

“You have been nicer to her recently, correct?” she hummed, .

“I suppose,” he mumbled in reply.

“And you said last week that you apologized to her, is that right?” she continued.

“I did… she accepted it…” he hummed, “but what if she was just saying that to be nice?!”

Dinah sighed, looking him in the eye.  “From the way you talk about (Y/N) I don’t think she’d fake forgiveness,” she explained softly, “and you can’t know for sure unless you ask her- I say it’s worth a try,”.

He sighed heavily, his stomach already twisting from nervousness.  “I guess you’re right…” he nodded, taking a deep breath, “I’ll give it a try, I’ll ask her,”.

“Good!  I’m glad you’re taking that risk,” she smiled, very proud of him.  He was so closed off, she was happy he was opening himself up a bit.  “And remember, even if she says no, that doesn’t mean you’re any less valuable, nor does it mean you aren’t making progress,” she reminded him.

You looked up from her book and smiled as she saw Lance waving goodbye to Dinah.  “How was it?  Do you feel better?” you asked, getting the car keys out of your bag.  He had such a stressful week and he was really on edge, so this session was really needed.

“I feel good,” he nodded quietly, shoving his hands in his pockets.  He didn’t want to talk… not yet anyway.

You smiled kindly as Lance watched you vacuum the living room.  Lance had been sitting on the couch awfully quiet for the past few hours- he wasn’t normally like this.

“Are you okay, coach?” You asked, turning off the dirt devil for a minute so you could hear him.

He nodded unceremoniously.

“You don’t seem okay…” You hummed, sitting on the couch next to him, “you’re too quiet to be ‘okay’.  What’s wrong?”

He took a deep breath, trying gather up whatever courage he had- which wasn’t much.  “I just… I wanna ask you something…” he mumbled.

“Anything,” you smiled sweetly, trying to subtly show that he was safe telling you.

“I Uhm… would you… Do ya… wanna Uhm… wanna go out sometime?” He asked shyly, “I can… want to take you out to… to dinner…”.  He held his breath, waiting for your answer.

Your expression softened.  Then became hesitant as your brows furrowed.  Would it be wise to go out with your boss?  Well… maybe… why not?  “Sure,” you grinned

“Wait what?” Lance gaped.  She actually said YES!  He was so excited!  “Yes?  Yes!  Thank you!” He squealed, “how about Friday night?”

“Sounds good to me,” she grinned, loving to see him smile so wide.

You were changing in the girl’s locker room at the gym, since Lance wanted to go out right after work.  You’ve never seen him this excited for something since… ever.  He had even done his own laundry for once, wanting his suit to be perfect.  With all his preparations, you were a bit afraid you were underdressed.  Was a pink dress too baby-ish?  Maybe you should have worn flats…

You walked out of the locker room, still fluffing your hair to adjust it properly- this one stupid lock just wouldn’t lie flat!  Setting your black flats on the floor to slip them on, you could hear Lance’s jaw drop to the floor.

“Stunning…” he beamed, looking at your figure up and down, “I never thought pink could look so good,”.

You chuckled shyly, your face blushing.  “That’s very sweet of you,” you rasp, your voice suddenly gone.

“A-are you ready to go?” he asked, shaking his head to break the spell you had cast on him, “the reservations are in thirty minutes,”.

The dance hall was huge!  Well, huge to you, someone who only attends noodle cafes and coffee shops across from Target.  There were so many nicely dressed ladies there, it made you feel a bit uncomfortable.  Thank God for the open bar.

Lance held you on his arm proudly as you both were lead by the waitress to your private booth close to the DJ.  Could you consider someone who only played jazz and swing a DJ?  WHat else would you call them?  Are there different name for- STOP!  You had to calm your mind down before you exhausted yourself.

“Get whatever you’d like,” Lance grinned, handing you a menu, “I recommend their lamb,”.

You nodded, taking a deep breath and skipping to the salad menu.

Lance gave you a look of both concern and playful judgement.  “I know what you’re doing- don’t,” he said, turning the page over to their signature dishes page as well as a wine menu.

After a ordering and getting your food, you felt a lot more comfortable around each other, talking freely and laughing loudly.  “Wanna dance before dessert?” Lance asked, gesturing to the dance floor as the Charleston started.

Your lips parted in an eager grin, nodded your head in agreement.  You took his hand and leaped onto the dancefloor with him, already moving your feet and hips.

Lance was a surprisingly clumsy dancer.  For someone who spent their entire childhood working on form and grace on a blue mat, eating, breathing, and sleeping gymnastics, his footwork was quite off.  It was fucking adorable.  Who knew you’d be the dancer out of the two of you?

Another thing, was that Lance never let go of you, he was always touching you.  He was either holding your hand, or your waist, guiding your hips or your shoulders.  He wasn’t handsy, he never pushed boundaries.  But… it was almost… affectionate.

“Phew- I need a drink,” he huffed, guiding you to a chair on the open bar.  “I’ll get us a couple sangrias, okay?” he grinned, squeezing your hand before going up the bartender.

“How much?” a strange man said to Lance, causing him to turn around from where he was waiting by the counter.

“Excuse me?” Lance hummed.  He had never seen this dude before.  HIghschool maybe?  Nah, he was much older than Lance.  This guy was at least forty-five.

“How much are you getting?” he asked, his botoxed-eye-candy mistress hanging off his arm like a cat on a leash.

“For… what?” he inquired, craning his neck.

“C’mon, there is no way a hot shot like you would get with a fat broad,” he gestured to you, sitting at the end of the bar, “how much did your friends offer to dare you to take her out?  Fifty?  Hundred bucks?”

Lance cringed at him.  Disgusting.  “I’m not getting paid… my friends don’t talk to me..” he hummed, still processing what he just said, “she’s my date!  And for your information, douchbag, she’s a nice lady!”.

“Take it from me, boy, you could do better,” he hummed, nodding in a condescending manner, “you could get a model if you wanted,”.

Without thinking about Lance actions, he punched the man straight in the nose, anger bubbling up inside of his chest.  “Don’t fucking call her that you overgrown dildo!” Lance shouted, throwing money at the bartender for everything, and storming up to you to leave.

“What’s going on?  What happened?” you gasped, shocked at Lance’s seemingly sudden burst of anger.

“It doesn’t matter- let’s get out of here,”

Lance draped a blanket over your shoulders as you ate your cheetoes.  “I’m sorry for what that dude said…” he sighed, bandaging his knuckles as he sat beside you, “I think you’re a beautiful lady,”.

You smiled shyly at him.  “Thank you for defending me- though I wish you had dealt with it in a better way,” you sighed, cupping his cheek.

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t thinking…” he muttered, playing with the strings of his hoodie, “at least I’ll have a lot to talk about next time I see Dinah,”.

You chuckled.  Even when you were upset with him (mildly), he was adorable.  “You’re a mess, Lance Tucker…” you sighed, “what am I going to do with you?”.

“I wouldn’t mind a kiss…” he said nonchalantly, pursing his lips.

You playfully rolled your eyes, kissing kiss cheek softly.

He blushed hard, showing off his perfect smile.  “Does this mean there will be a second date?”.

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WWE Stomping Grounds 2019 Predictions

Super Showdown Part II is what this show should be called, as most of the matches on the card are rematches from Sweet Saudi Money 3, more blood money for me. Even still, that card looks okay, and so does this one. It doesn’t look like it will be one of the greatest shows of the year or anything, but there is no reason that it shouldn’t be good and fun. So here are my predictions for Stomping Grounds 2019.

Only a couple non-title matches on this show, and we are starting with Sami Zayn and Kevin Owens vs. Big E and Xavier Woods of the New Day. Both Owens and Zayn have feuded with Kofi over the WWE Championship a bit in recent months, with Owens even going as far as re-injuring Big E in storyline. This is a tough one, because nothing is really on the line, but I’m actually going with Owens and Zayn on this one, because they lost in tag matches two nights in a row. They need something, unless WWE is really trying to bury them, which they very well could be. If this is booked as a back and forth contest, then it should be good, but it probably will be a lot of rest holds and a hot tag or two. I’m not really looking forward to this. 

Then we have Roman Reigns vs. Drew McIntyre. They have been feuding really since late last year, and even going into Wrestlemania, but the latest chapter in their feud stems around Shane McMahon. McIntyre is Shane’s little helper, aiding him in a match against Reigns at Super Showdown. So, Reigns and McIntyre are now having a match, probably a placeholder until Reigns can really finish off Shane. I’m going to go with Reigns on this one, but it is another toughy. I don’t know when they will pull the trigger on Shane/Reigns II, whether it be at Extreme Rules, Summerslam or later. Hell, there is a distinct possibility that Shane will be the one to beat Kofi for the WWE championship at some point, and then Reigns will take it off of him. I am hoping that we are just going to get Reigns vs. Shane at Summerslam, not for a belt, and that this match and Extreme Rules will just have some placeholders. I think that Reigns is going to win here, and he kinda has to. I mean, he lost to Shane fucking McMahon at Super Showdown. Yeah, McIntyre was the reason for the win, but still. Dude needs some momentum. I think that he wins here, although it could easily be McIntyre. This match will definitely be full of interference and shenanigans, so I don’t expect much from it, which really sucks considering how talented they both are. 

Into the Cruiserweight Division, and the first of our title matches, we have Akira Tozawa vs. Drew Gulak vs. Tony Nese for the WWE Cruiserweight Championship. This is an interesting story, where Nese originally asked Drake Maverick to allow Tozawa to challenge for his championship, but Drake did not book the match. Instead, he booked a Fatal 4-way, Akira Tozawa vs. Drew Gulak vs. Humberto Carillo vs. Oney Lorcan. Gulak had also gotten a sort of career resurgence, after severing ties with both Carillo and Jack Gallagher, returning to action as a more vicious wrestler, introducing a lot more strikes and power moves into his repertoire. During that fatal 4-way, Tozawa and Gulak pinned each other at the same time in a cradle, giving us an indecisive finish. So in response, Drake Maverick booked this Triple Threat. There is also some history between Gulak and Nese, as they were once friends in the Zo Train (Enzo’s Amore’s terrible heel stable), only for Gulak to betray him when the group broke up. So there are a lot of moving parts here, and I think that this is Gulak’s time to shine. He has gotten a new attitude, he has two people that he really hates against him, he is a bit of an underdog against two face opponents, and I think that he can and should win here. It is cutting Nese’s run as champion a bit short, but three months is still pretty good. Gulak should win here, and really reign terror down on the cruiserweight division. This match should be fast paced and awesome, so I’m really looking forward to it. 

And in the tag division, Heavy Machinery challenge the Planet’s Tag Team Champions for the Smackdown Tag Team Championships. Tucker and Otis challenged the champions a while ago, but since Bryan refuses to go to Saudi Arabia, the match hasn’t happened yet. But the only real background for this match is that Bryan and Rowan said there was no one left for them to beat in the tag division. So, now we have this match. I think that the champions will retain here, probably by some nefarious means, and then we can have a rematch with a stipulation for Extreme Rules. Because who better to beat some snobby environmentalists than a team that is literally named after something they hate. But for now, they will probably lose here, allowing for a bit more time with Daniel Bryan’s awesome promos. 

Into some midcard stuff, we have Samoa Joe vs. Ricochet for the WWE United States Championship. This was simply built, with Ricochet winning a Fatal 5-way elimination match to qualify. Also, it’s a dream match that a bunch of people want. And while Ricochet definitely deserves the belt, I don’t think now is the right time. Joe hasn’t really established himself as a strong champion just yet, given that he kinda sorta lost it to Rey Mysterio via some shoddy officiating, but then got it back because Mysterio was injured. He needs a good defense, and Ricochet is the guy to beat to do it. This is a battle of a couple awesome workers, and is also the match I’m most looking forward to. I’m really excited for this one, and Joe should win here. Although I suspect Ricochet isn’t too far away from the title. 

Then we have the women’s division, we have Bayley vs. Alexa Bliss for the Smackdown Women’s Championship. This story revolves a lot around Bliss being manipulative, and making everyone think that Bayley is awful. She is mainly working her magic on Nikki Cross, who is convinced that Bayley is a bad person on the inside after Bayley screwed them out of a Women’s Tag Team Championship match. Admittedly, Bliss did attack Bayley first, but it was still Bayley’s fault that they lost. Bliss was also spreading rumors about Bayley being mean to fans, which was starting to get to some of the other ladies. As for this match, I was kinda torn here, until I realized that Bliss was on Raw, so she should lose. I don’t know where the Cross and Bliss story goes from here, maybe they continue to feud with Bayley, but Bayley needs a big title win on Pay per view. The match could be good, but Bliss is a bit too hit or miss for me to get my hopes up. I hope Bayley wins here, because I still think about how badly Bayley was buried during their feud in 2017, and I do not use that word lightly.

On the Raw side it is Becky Lynch vs. Lacy Evans for the Raw Women’s Championship. Evans challenged Lynch for the Raw Women’s Championship at Money in the Bank in a losing effort. During her next match against Charlotte Flair for the Smackdown Women’s Championship, Evans got involved and screwed Lynch out of her second title. So they are still feuding, despite the audience getting bored of it. Becky has to retain here. She is still riding high after her win at Wrestlemania, and even though she isn’t as white hot as she was when they wrote her like a heel, she is still doing awesome and kicking ass. There is more money to be made with Becky, so she should win here. Not looking forward to this match because Evans hasn’t shown me that she is on Lynch’s level in the ring. I hope she proves me wrong, but I doubt she will. So I really don’t care about this match, but I definitely will if Becky loses. 

And in the world title picture, we have Kofi Kingston vs. Dolph Ziggler in a Steel Cage match for the WWE Championship. Dolph still says that he should be the WWE Champion rather than Kingston, and he has doubled down on it since Super Showdown. Ziggler was admittedly screwed at that show, as he superkicked Xavier Woods on the outside, only for Woods to then get involved and give him an ensiguri to the back of the head as he hit the ropes. Ziggler was furious and demanded a rematch in a cage, so that no one could interfere. Normally this story is reversed, with the face asking for a cage match to prevent interference, but whatever. Kingston will still win, because Ziggler is just a placeholder feud, and he will not beat Kofi. This could be good, but Ziggler and Kingston have never seemed to have a really good match together. They are both really good, but don’t have that chemistry for whatever reason. I hope this is good, because they deserve a good match. But no way Ziggler is winning this. 

And finally, we have Seth Rollins vs. Baron Corbin for the WWE Universal Championship, with Corbin allowed to pick the referee. This all stemmed from a weird story, where the two had a match at Super Showdown, in which Corbin continuously yelled at the referee. In the finish, the ref yelled back at him, so Rollins rolled him up for the win. Corbin then said that the ref beat him, not Rollins, and demanded a rematch with a ref of his choosing. It was booked that way, but then Rollins went on a damn warpath. Anyone who even considered being Corbin’s referee was viciously beaten down by Rollins, with a chair no less. So going into this match, we do not know who the ref will be. I figure that I will make that part of the prediction, because why not? Part of me thinks that it will be Lesnar, but I don’t think that they will write Corbin that stupid, because Brock would cash in on either of them at the end of the match. So maybe, instead of Brock himself, it’ll just be Paul Heyman. That would make sense, because while Corbin isn’t so stupid to put Brock as the ref, he is booked just stupid enough to put Heyman in that role. Because heels are all friends. Anyway, it doesn’t matter who the ref is, Rollins is winning. Corbin isn’t on Rollin’s level, and while he is a believable challenger, he is not a believable champion. Again, this could be good. Like, Corbin is capable of having good matches. But he hasn’t had a good match in months, so I don’t think it will be. That’s just the truth.

So, these are my predictions. I don’t think this will be the best show in the world, but it isn’t supposed to be. It’s a B-Show. So lets hope that it is good, but lets not get our hopes up. 

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Deep End

Another installment for Danny and Dash, this one taking place after “A Little Further.”  This is by far the most I’ve written.  Lots of Dash still being a powervers and being very convincing.  Also, I’m exhausted.

Danny let out a grateful sigh as he leaned against his locker.  “I mean, it’s just nice, ya know?  Getting in some quite time with the family gone?”

Tucker smiled, “I can believe that.  Another Ghost-Con, huh?”

He shrugged, “I guess.  This time in Wisconsin.  It’s just a get together of weird ghost fans, both the local and far out variety.  Mom and dad usually go just to try to sell their inventions and get more recognition in the ghost hunting community.”

“There’s a community?”  

“I guess.  Either way, it gets them out of the house for a few days.  Plus, Jazz decided to finally have a sleepover with her friends at their place.  Something about ‘enjoying my youth while I still can.’  Eh, I mostly think she’s just doing it so she has something to write about in her college essays.  So now I get a whole night to myself!”

“Huh, so anything planned for tonight?” Tucker asked.

“Not much, might just veg out, get a couple hours in on DOOMED, maybe order in some food from-”  

“Hey Fenturd!”

Oh no.  Danny’s face winced as he heard the voice.  He knew who it belonged to.  The same guy that turned his knees to pudding.  The same guy who’s face he couldn’t get out his head for a whole week after their last hallway encounter.  The same guy he couldn’t believe that he’d been messing and kissing around with.  He turned around to see Dash Baxter making a path towards him wearing his usual red letterman jacket and jeans.  Danny gulped.  Please don’t do anything weird in front of Tucker.  Come on Dash, don’t be that cruel.  “H-hey Dash,” he replied apprehensively.

“Aw why the long face?  Can’t I see my favorite dork every once and a while?” he asked as he heavily patted Danny’s shoulder.

“Heh heh, yeah...”  Danny said avoiding eye contact.  Jeez, he’s just touching my shoulder, why the hell am I getting warm?

“Now don’t get your panties in a bunch Fenton,” he teased.  “I’m just here to return your sister’s book, she left it at my place when she tutored me last week.”

Danny looked down towards Dash’s hands, there was indeed an algebra book in his grip.  Oh thank god.  “O-oh!  I’ll make sure Jazz gets this back.”

The book immediately fell from Dash’s hands to the floor, slamming to the ground with an emphatic thud.  “Oops, my bad Fenton.  Hahahaha!”  As Dash sidestepped from Danny, he grabbed Tucker’s hat and brought it down on his face.  “Good to see you too Tucker.  Heh!”  Dash then left down the hallway, high-fiving a nearby jock who managed to capture their whole encounter.

Tucker angrily rearranged his hat, “God, what a jerk.  Can’t you just zap him or something?  Just once?”

“No Tucker,” he replied as he picked up the book.  “No ghost powers on humans.  Not even Dash.”  Danny then noticed a bit of paper was sticking out from the algebra book, clearly a scrap from a notebook or something.  Opening the book he realized it was a note.

It was from Dash.

Lamppost at 3:30 sharp.  Don’t be late!

He wants me to meet him after school?  Why?  What?  What??

“What’s that Danny?”

Tucker’s voice brought him out of his thoughts.  “Eh-what?  Oh, uh, just some equations my sister had him do,” he said, closing the book.

“Oh, hah, what, did he get most of them wrong?”

“Ha, yeah.  L-like half of them.”

“Man, your sister has her work cut out for her,” Tucker said as they both began to make their way to class.

“Yup, heh.”  Me too...

The rest of the school day seemed to flutter by in a breeze, Danny being mostly preoccupied by his thoughts of Dash.  What could he even want from me?  Danny quickly turned red and shook his head.  Ugh, besides that.  I mean, there is no way I’m doing anything in front of the school!  Outside!  That’s just, I mean, he would never ask that, right?  As the school bell rang its final bell, Danny gathered his things and headed to the school’s library.  Sigh, might as well catch up on the homework, it’s only 2:30, I got some time.  As he entered the library he quickly settled in a nearby desk, pulling out several papers and books and tried to focus as much as he could at the non-Dash related problems at hand.  Several pencil scribbles and page flips later, he stared in confusion at one particular passage.  Confusingly trying to decipher what the author’s symbolism could be, he glanced at the clock on the wall.  What?!  It’s 3:38?  Shit!  Shoving all his belongings back into his bag he rushed to the front of the school and out to the front steps.  Bursting through the doors he gasped for air.  Scanning the air, he hoped to see no sign of a red letterman jacket.  

He had no such luck.

Danny saw Dash quietly leaning against the lamppost, arms crossed as he stared out towards the street.  Oddly enough, he wasn’t wearing his usual red jacket.  A duffle bag laid at his feet, with one of the sleeves of his jacket peeking though the zipper.  With out the sleeves to cover him up, Dash looked bigger, his arms no longer confined beneath a thick fabric.  Danny let the thought pass and trudged up to the lamppost.  “Uh, hey Dash.”

Dash stared straight ahead.  “You’re late.”

Danny’s stomach dropped, “S-sorry.  I was doing homework in the library and lost track of time.”  He hoped his excuse was reasonable enough.

Dash looked down at him for a moment, his brows furrowed in a knot.  He grimaced, “Whatever Fenton.”  He picked up his duffle bag and slung it over his shoulder.  “Come on,” he said behind him as he started to walk away.

Danny just stood there.   “Huh?”

Dash turned around, “What, you need me to hold you’re hand?  Come on already Fenton.”

“But where are we going?”

“My truck, where else?  Come on, I gotta throw my stuff into the back, hate lugging this stuff around,” he said as he shifted the duffle along his shoulders.  “I’m starving, so hurry it up.”

“Uh, ok,” he said, shuffling along side Dash.  Where the hell is this going?  Starving?  Wait, does that mean...  Oh jeez.  The two walked in relative silence as they made their way to the school’s parking lot.  Few cars were around, save for a couple staff cars huddled in a far corner.  Dash’s car seemed to be the only’s student car in the lot. Reaching the truck, Dash clicked open the driver side door, moving the seat aside to shove his duffle bag behind it.  Danny stood silently in front of the hood.  “Umm...”

“Ya know, the doors are open now.  You can go inside,” he said not bothering to look at Danny as he moved his duffle around.

“Oh.  Uh, ok.”  Danny opened the car door and hoisted himself inside.  The truck’s interior was relatively plain and clean, except for the papers and food wrappers scattered on the floor.  Everything else seemed made it seem like a car fresh from the factor except for the little plastic football glued to the dashboard.  Dash hopped into the car and slammed the door shut.  He looked at Danny and said nothing.

Danny swallowed the saliva in his throat, “Um, what are we doing here?”

“What do you think we’re doing, Fenton?” Dash replied, his voice thick with intent.  He swung his arm over the passenger side headrest.  

Danny reddend, “O-oh.  Uh, um...Ok.”  Well, at least you’re sitting down this time.  And it’s sorta private...   Danny reached down and started to unzip his pants.

Dash burst out laughing, “Jeez Fenton!  What, didn’t get enough of my mouth last week?  Man, you should see your face!  Priceless.”

“I-wh-what?” Danny stuttered.

“Relax.  I ain’t gonna have you for lunch again.  Well, at least not here.  Pretty sure I pushed my luck to the limit last week.  Surprised no one caught us with you being so loud.”

“I wasn’t being loud!”

Dash side glanced at him, “Sure you weren’t.  Besides, I told ya I was gonna share with you, right?  So I was thinking of more of a...home meal?”  His smile widened.

“Wha...What?!  You mean your house!?”

“No dork, I mean your house.  My parents are home all the time unless it’s for one of my games.  And the hallway has its charms, sure.  But being able to fuck around with you in your own bed?  Make sure that every time you sleep in it you can’t stop thinking about what you did?  Oh, yeah, definitely your bed.”

The thought of Dash being under his covers, his bed filled with Dash’s scent burned him from the inside out.   “N-no way!  My parents are h-home all the time, just like yours!  What makes you think they wouldn’t notice?”

Dash just let out quite sigh.  “Fenton, I know you’re parents are gone for the weekend.”

Shit.  “H-how did you-”

“Your sister, remember?  She’s been tutoring me and during one of her insanely hard equations, she off handedly told me her parents were gone for the week for something about a weirdo convention and her one chance to regain her youth, or blah blah blah.  Look, either way, your sister isn’t home.  Your parents aren't home.  You’ve got a house all to yourself.”

Darn it Jazz!  “That doesn’t mean I want you to come over!”

The jock let out a groan.  “Really Fenton?  This argument, again?  How many times do we have to do this?  How many times do we have to make out in the hallways?  How many times do I have to experience you sticking your tongue down my throat first and swinging your little arms my neck?  How many times do I have to have your cock down my throat and you clearly pushing my head down to the frigging base?”  

Danny shut his eyes.  You don’t have to describe it like that...

Dash cupped Danny’s cheek with his hand.  It was rough and warm.  “You want me.  Just as badly as I’ve been wanting you.”

“Dash, you, you want me?”  Is he really saying these words?

The jock let his hand drop and sighed.  “It’s been a long freaking week Fenton and I have been dying to kiss you and push you up against the lockers again.  But we were pretty wild last time.  Figure a couple of days to get your breath would be good.  Gotta say, I’m pretty pent up.  Pretty sure you are to.  Seen the way you’ve been fidgeting in the hallways every time you see me.”

“Well, what do you expect?  It’s not like I can act calm around you anymore.”

“Ha, exactly!  I can’t either!  I just keep wanting more and more with you and I know for damn sure you do to.  That’s why you have a golden opportunity here Fenton.  So what do you say?  Want an after school snack?” Dash smirked.

Danny winced.  Ugh, he’s so awful.  But...Is it that bad to really just admit that I really having sex with him?  He looked towards Dash, his eyebrows were raised as if he already knew the answer.  To just let go and admit I want this jock of an asshole...ugh.  I can’t believe myself.  Danny let out a long sigh and looked out his window.  “I guess some...food wouldn’t be too bad right now.”  God, I really shouldn’t have said that, that was way too cheese-

Dash suddenly clasped Danny’s head in his hands and turned him towards himself.  His lips met Danny’s in a rough grind before pulling apart an inch or two.  “God, I’m so freaking hard right now, you have no idea,” he said in a low growl.  He then returned back to the driver seat and took in a calming breath.  With a twist of his keys, the engine coughed to life.  “Alright then, food at Fenton’s,” he laughed.

Danny coughed, “Um, ok.”

“Oh and Fenton?”  Dash’s voice was soft and quiet.

“Y-yeah?”

He smiled, “Put on your seatbelt loser.  I’m not getting ticket because you’re busy daydreaming about my cock.”

Danny’s face reddened as he scoffed.  He clicked the belt into place, “Jerk,” he said with a chuckle.  Dash just laughed again as they drove out of the parking lot.  

A few red lights later the arrived at Danny’s house, the red bricked building looking as obvious as ever with the ops center jutting out from the top.  Dash parked along the side of the street and turned his car off with a click of his keys.  “Man Fenton, your house still as crazy looking as ever,” Dash commented as he stepped out his truck.  

“Yeah yeah, I’ve heard it all before Dash,” Danny quipped as he grabbed his pack and started towards the front door.  He fumbled with his keys for a moment before opening it.   “It’s not much but this is the living roommph!” 

Wasting no time, Dash quickly shut the door behind them and immediately started kissing Danny.  Darting his tongue inside Danny’s mouth, Dash let out a quiet growl as he stepped closer to him, closing the distance between the two to only a few inches.  

Jeez, he sure is in a frigging hurry!  Breaking the kiss, Danny caught his breath.  “Can’t, can’t you slow it down for once?”

“Like I said.  Long week.  Where’s your room?”

“Ahh, it’s um, upstairs.”

“Well then, lead on Fenton.”  Dash eased his grip on Danny’s arms and instead let his hand form a solid hold on Danny’s hand.  

Danny blushed, “Gah, um...”

“God, you are so easy.  Knew this would get you all flustered.  You like that classic shit, huh?  Well, I’ll hold on to your hand and you lead me to your room, how’s that?”

Danny just looked away, “S-shut up.  Come on, it’s this way.”  The jock snickered quietly as the two headed up the stairs.  Danny couldn’t help the stray thought invade his mind.  His hands are really warm.  I mean, I’ve felt them before but this is...nice.  Lord, I’m pathetic.  Dash almost reading his mind gave his palm a light squeeze.  Letting the need to let out a small squeal pass, Danny lead the way to his room’s door.  “Uh, welcome to my room, I guess.”  

Pushing open the door, Dash quietly stepped inside and took in the scene.  A few space posters littered Danny’s wall, beneath which was a simple wire frame bed with a trunk at the foot of it.  A mostly cleared desk was off to the side and despite a few clothing items scattered along the floor the room was clean.  “Not bad, Fenton.  Plain and simple.  Like you.”  

Ignoring the obvious jab, Danny turned around the close the door behind them. “Yeah, thanks for the compliment Dash.  Didn’t think you could be so nice.”  As Danny turned his attention back to Dash, the jock somehow managed to already get on top of his bed without making a single noise.   

He was stretched out on his bed, filling most the space with his large body.  His head leaned against Danny’s pillows which were propped up against the steel bars of the frame.  He let out a sigh as his hand started to grope his cock through his jeans.  Dash lazily glanced towards Danny as he stretched and wriggled into a comfortable position.   “Well, what are you waiting for?  Come and get it.”

Danny gulped.  Seeing Dash taking up so much space on his bed, it made the jock seem so much bigger than he actually is.  The way he laid on his sheets his black shirt had already risen up a bit revealing a light blond treasure trail that disappeared beneath his denim.  Ok, that is way too much for me.  He looks like straight out of some porno or something.  Danny tentatively walked to the side of the bed, considering what he should do first.   Biting his lip and hoping he made the right decision, he let his hand graze and feel Dash’s stomach, each of the jock’s wispy hairs soft the touch.  Dash’s breath came out low and slow as he stared lustfully towards Danny.  I don’t think I’ve ever actually felt him like this before.  Usually my hands are wrapped around his neck holding on for dear life or pressed up against the lockers, I never get a chance to feel what he feels like.  He’s so smooth...  

“For fuck’s sake Fenton, how the hell are your hands so goddamn soft?  Like silk, man,” Dash said through gritted teeth.  The young man let Danny feel his stomach a bit more before becoming a bit impatient.  “That all you gonna do, Fenton?”

“Um... I hadn’t really thought that far ahead.”  Really, I hadn’t.  

“Ya know, I think you can get a better feel if you were more like this.”  The jock grabbed Danny by the waist and threw him over himself.  Suddenly, Danny was straddling the young man, his hands on his pecs and Dash’s on his ass.  “See?  You can feel a lot more like this.  Just like I can,” he said as his began to fondle his butt.

Holy crap, I’m on top of Dash Baxter.  He’s in my bed.  He’s grabbing my ass.  How the hell are any of these sentences true?  “Y-yeah, you’re right,” he said absentmindedly.

“Well, come on.  Keep it up.  Feels nice you groping me like this.  Finally getting some in return.”  

Danny’s breath was heavy, he could barely think straight with the well toned jock beneath him.  Get a grip Danny!  Just calm down and go with it.   Steeling his nerves, he did his best to even his voice.  “Dash, can I, um, take off your shirt?”

“Pssh, don’t have to ask me twice.  Go ahead.  Undress me, Fenton.”  Dash’s last words were a mix between a dare and an order.  Danny followed suit.  Gripping the black fabric Danny lifted the young man’s shirt over his head and tossed it to the side revealing a well toned body.  A few years of football and training and some added fine genetics had left Dash’s body in prime condition.  His pecs were full and smooth and his shoulders were well defined, like he was chiseled out of marble.  His nipples were two delicious looking pieces of flesh, both hard from excitement.  Such definition had given him a strong V shape, as if his entire body was an arrow leading straight to his dick.  There was hardly any hair on him save for his fine trail of hair coming from his crotch.  Dash smiled, “Like what you see, Fenton?”

Danny could hardly speak, it was as if his mind was a dial tone at this point.  He simply nodded his head.  He let his hands continue to roam Dash’s chest, feeling every curve and mound.  His fingers brushed up against the jock’s nipples more than once, eliciting a few winces and inhales from Dash.  “Watch it Fenton, you’re gonna get more than you bargained for if you keep that up.”  

Like I’m not already over in my head at this point.   Danny took it as a challenge as he bravely pinched Dash’s nipples, giving each one a gentle twist.  Dash let out a low groan as he shut his eyes and threw his head back.  

“You fucker...” he said with a low growl.  “It’s your turn Fenton.”  Deviously, Dash grabbed the back of Danny’s shirt and hoisted it over his head, pulling him through and tossing the shirt across the room.  

Embarrassed, Danny covered himself with his arms.  “Dash!  Ask first or something!”

“Haha, what?  This is what gets you embarrassed?  You’ve done far worse.  Hell, I’ve done far worse.”

“It’s not that!  It’s just, I’m not as impressive as you,” Danny admitted.  You’re like a Roman solider or something, as if you didn’t already know.

The young man shrugged.  “No you’re not.  Doesn’t mean you aren’t still cute to me.”  Dash propped himself up so Danny was straddling his lap.

Dash reddend at his words.  Cute, really Dash?

“Wow, didn’t think your whole body turns red when you’re embarrassed.  Now that’s cute,” he said as he played with Danny’s butt again.  

“You are the absolute worst,” Danny spat as he wriggled from Dash’s gropes.

“Yeah yeah, I know.  Now come on, you’ve seen me shirtless.  Let me see what I’m working with.”  Danny sighed.  Reluctantly, he let his arms rest at his sides.  Dash let out a small whistle, “Fucking hell Fenton, looking good.  Small, sure, but damn are you smooth.  And sexy.”  Dash let his large hands roam Danny’s chest.  His hands alone almost spanning the whole width.  

Sexy, really?  God, why does his voice have to drop so low when he talks like this, it’s too much.  “You’re just saying that...”

“Am I now?  Would I just say that if I didn’t want to do this?”  Leaning forward and pushing Danny back a bit, Dash took Danny’s nipple into his mouth, flicking it and kissing it in a hungry attack.  

Fuck that feels so weird!  It’s like each lick is going all over my body!  “Dash!  Please, slow it down a bit!  It’s too much!  Ahh!”  Feeling warm and lightheaded, Danny kept on letting out moans with every lick and every twist.  The heat of Dash’s breath kept Danny completely on edge as he let out a warm breath on his nipple before giving it a soft bite.  The slight twinges of pain sending signals straight to his cock saying I want more.

“Heh, told you were gonna get some.”  Letting his hand drift to Danny’s crotch, Dash began to grope him through his denim, teasing and feeling the length of his cock.  “Looks like you’re enjoying yourself, huh?”

“Unf, I g-guess you could say that.”  Damn it, his hands feel just as good as last time.  

“Well, can’t let you have all the fun now.”  Reading Danny from his clutches, Dash laid back down on the bed, settling his head on the frame as Danny straddled him once again.  The young man smirked as he unzipped his fly and let his crotch finally meet air.  

Oh fuck.  

HIs cock was securely in place in a white jockstrap, practically bulging from beneath the fabric.  While not entirely hard like Danny, he was clearly at half mast, causing his package to look particularly hefty.  Everything about it seem in proportion, albeit slightly big.  His balls alone seemed like there were barely contained by the underwear.  “It’s my turn Fenton.”

Jeez, does everything on him have to be big? It’s like he has a softball stuffed in there!  Danny could feel his heart race as Dash gazed at him, his eyes telling him what to do.  “You want me to uh, touch you?”  Danny struggled to make sure his voice didn’t crack.

“Yeah, Fenton.  I want you to touch me.  I want you to feel me in your hands.”  Dash’s voice came out soft and commanding, like an enchantment.  

Danny could only obey.  “O-ok.”  Laying himself down between Dash’s thighs, Danny was only inches away from Dash’s crotch.  Ok, ok, calm down you got this.  Dash did this to you and it felt great.  So how hard could it be?  Gulping nervously, began by letting his hands glide up the jock’s thighs.  Dash responded in a deep sigh as he closed his eyes.  So far so good.  Grazing his fingers up to the young man’s crotch, he let his thumbs brush up just behind Dash’s balls.  

“Unf, fuck Fenton.  Knew your hands would feel good there.  Keep on going.”

Hey, maybe I’m not so bad at this.  Feeling encouraged, Danny crept closer to Dash’s cock and groped it with his hands.  He could feel the heat emanating from it and the pure heft of it in his palm, it made Danny whimper with lust.  

Dash just let out a quick huff and smiled, “Fucking finally.  Like that feel, Fenton?”

Danny nodded diligently as he placed a small kiss on the cock just before giving it a slight lick.  While the fabric of the jockstrap was rough against his tongue, he could not deny the excitement building up in his chest.  Millions of thoughts were running through he mind at that moment but only one seemed to stand out among them.  

I really want to see his cock.

Giving in to his lust, Danny pulled aside the jockstrap freeing the cock beneath.  While the same length as his own, it was easily twice as thick with a pair of balls to match.  The head was a nice light pink color and it already had a small drop of pre coming at the tip.  Let his thirst overwhelm him, Danny pressed his face along the length of Dash’s cock, breathing in Dash’s scent and letting his tongue lap at his balls. 

“Holy fuck, Fenton!  Didn’t realize how fucking hungry you were.”  Dash then placed his hand on Danny’s head, his fingers running through his hair.  “Though this isn’t a bad look on you, I gotta say.”

That feels...oddly nice.  Comforting, even.  Relishing the moment, Danny moved his attention from the jock’s balls to his dick.  Brushing his lips along the length, Dash tensed from his touch.  He then trailed his tongue from one side to the other, lapping up the precome that was already leaking from earlier.  It coated his mouth with a slightly salty film, but it only made him want more.  Dash was now fully erect, his cock laying stiffly along his stomach.  Gripping it slightly, Danny began to stroke the young man, his other hand gently playing with his balls.  Dash moaned in response, grinding his hips in time with Danny’s strokes.    Seeing him feeling so good, it feels...rewarding somehow?  Like, I want him to feel good.  I want to know that I’m the one who makes him feel like this.  Is this what he felt last time?  After a few more strokes, Danny began to lick at the head of Dash’s cock, squeezing out a few more drops of precome in the process.  Taking a deep breath and steeling his nerves, Danny took the head into his mouth, guiding it as best he could with his tongue.

“Fuck that’s warm.  Feels real nice, Fenton.  Real nice.”  Dash’s body seemed to completely relax in Danny’s hands, as he settled into the bed more.  

Only taking in a few inches, Danny began to bob up and down, savoring the taste of the young jock as he let his hand make up the rest of the work.  God, does he have to be so freaking thick?  My jaw already is getting sore and it’s only been a few minutes!  Letting it pop out of his mouth for a second, Danny focused on the base, letting his tongue trial a circle following the hairs gracing it.  “Dash...” Danny moaned as he began to touch himself though his pants.   

“Yeah, you like that don’t ya?  The taste of my cock in your mouth, the scent of my crotch?”  Dash’s voice was filled with smugness.  

Danny helplessly nodded his head.  Has me in the palm of his hands, literally.  I don’t think I mind that anymore now.  Taking the cock back into his mouth, continued his motion from earlier, only now trying to take a little more each time.  The furthest it seemed he could take was three inches into his mouth.  

“Come on, Fenton.  I know you can take more than that.  What, need a little encouragement?”  Dash then tightened his grip on Danny’s hair and thrusted forward, jamming his cock down his throat.  He held him firmly in place for a few seconds.  

Danny slapped Dash’s leg repeatedly.  Air damnit!  I need air!  Finally releasing him, Danny gasped and gulped for his breath.  “D-damnit Dash...” 

“Hah!  Need a break already, Fenton?  I was able to deep throat you just fine last time.  What, my cock too big or your skills too weak?  Which is itmmmph!”

Silencing his insults, Danny quickly kissed him causing Dash to taste his own precome which still coated Danny’s mouth.  “You’re such an asshole” he said through gritted teeth.  

Dash smiled, “Heh, yeah I am.  Now how are you gonna shut me up?” he dared.

Accepting the challenge, Danny shimmied the rest his body up to Dash’s chest, resting his legs on either side.  Saying nothing he unzipped his pants and took his cock out from his underwear and presented it squarely in front of his face.  With this, you jerk.

Dash smiled deviously, “That’ll work.”  Greedily, Dash took the cock into his mouth, eagerly slurping it down his mouth.  

The sensations ran all over Danny’s body, his entire being feeling like static.  With every movement of Dash’s head, he could feel himself getting closer and closer to the edge.  God, it feels just like last time.  So warm and inviting.  I just wanna go deeper and deeper.  Steeling himself and closing his eyes, he gripped the head frame of his bed and began thrusting into Dash’s mouth.   A muffled “Fuck yeah” escaped from Dash’s mouth before being replaced by more slurping noises.  Dash began to stroke himself as his mouth continued to get fucked by Danny, pre dripping down the side of his cock.  Holding onto the back of Dash’s head, Danny upped his speed, thrusting faster and faster.  Beads of sweat began to fall from his forehead as his body trembled and ached for release.  Barely opening his eyes, he glanced down towards Dash.  His face was flushed with lust as he saw him hungrily take in his cock.  The sight was too much.   “Dash, I’m gonna!  Fuck!”  He let the word hand in the air as he thrusted one last time down Dash’s throat, unloading his come.  He held Dash’s face close to his crotch as felt his cock spasm, once, twice, then finally letting go as the final white rope spurt and filled the young man’s mouth.  “Dash...” he moaned weakly.

Gulping down the cum in one go Dash licked his lips.  “We ain’t done yet, Fenton.  I’m fucking close and you are not missing one drop.  So get back down there,” he commanded.

Still hazy from the release, Danny obeyed and brought himself back to Dash’s cock.  Opening his mouth, he panted as he waited for Dash’s release.

“Here we go, Fenton!  Take it all in fucker!”  Gripping Danny’s head, Dash brought his open mouth right over his cock.  Suddenly, thick white ropes of cum shot from it, spattering Danny’s cheek.  Quickly maneuvering, Danny took the cock into his mouth and it was then thoroughly coated in white.  Pulling him down, Dash thrusted a few times into him, each time another shot of cum.  Danny gulped down what he could before releasing Dash’s cock from his mouth.  He cursed, “Fucking hell, Fenton.”

Exhausted, Danny rested his head in Dash’s lap for a moment.  He looked up at Dash to see him totally lost in bliss.  Huh, not bad for a first time.  Pulling himself together, he brought himself back up to Dash’s face, pausing only for a moment before kissing him.  It seemed to break the young man from his stupor as he laughed.  

“Looks like you missed some.”  He then licked away the shot of cum still on Danny’s face and gave him a small kiss.  “So, what do you say?  You still hungry?”

Danny just laughed as he settled into Dash’s chest, cuddling closer towards him.  He’s still an asshole.  “No, I’m full thanks.  Also, can we drop this metaphor now?  It’s been stupid for awhile.”

Wrapping his arm around Danny’s slight frame, he brought him closer.  “Oh a cuddler, huh?  Figures.  And sure, no more food innuendos.”

“What, what’s wrong with this?”

“Nothing.  Nothing at all,” the young man replied.

Danny scoffed as he nuzzled his face into Dash’s neck, “Well alright then.”  Maybe this isn’t so bad.  Maybe this will be just fine.  The two closed their eyes and shared a moment of exhausted bliss.  Which was then immediately broken. 

“Danny my boy!  We’re home!” Jack’s voice yelled.

Danny’s eyes bursted open.  Shit!  The hell are they doing here so early?!

Dash’s whole body tensed, “Fenton, what the hell.”

“Ghost convention was bust, had to leave early.  Just a bunch of fake ghost researchers in jumpsuits.  But hey, look at this new gadget we made on the way back!”  The voice boomed from below but stomping footsteps up the stairs didn’t make it seem it was staying down there.

Dash was in panic, “Fuck!  Fenton, what are we gonna do?!”

Well, we’re half naked in my bed, our cocks are still out, and I’m pretty sure there’s nothing we can do...except...  Swearing a thousands curses in his head, Danny calmly took Dash’s face in his hands.  “Don’t make a sound.”

“Wait, what?”

Danny immediately turned the both of them invisible the second his dad threw the door open.  “Danny!  Huh, he’s not here.  Eh, maybe he’s at Tucker’s.  Jeez, kid needs to clean up in here.  His shirts are just on the floor and it reeks of sweat.  Told him to keep tidy while we were gone.  Ah well.”  Jack then left the room with a slam of the door.   

The two of them kept as quiet as they could as they heard a few pairs of footsteps fall further and further away, presumably into the basement.  Letting their breath go, Danny dropped the invisibility cloaking the both of them.  “That was a close one, huh?”  he said trying to calm the mood.

“Fenton.  Why couldn’t your dad see us?” Dash’s voice was quiet and controlled.

“Um...”

“Fenton, your dad isn’t blind, I know that for sure.  So why couldn’t he see us.”

“Uh...”

“FENTON.”  Dash’s eyes were livid.  

 Well, fuck.  This is gonna be fun. 

#Danny Phantom #danny fenton #dannyxdash #Dash Baxter #dashxdanny #swaggerbishie #fuck #this took a few days #well really a few weeks #but i only can write on weekends so meh

[bizarrebird]

tired eyes refuse to close

Prompt from @illumynare -  idk how you feel about fix-it prompts, but would you consider a comfort-y sequel for "through the fallout"?

I’m totally always up for fix-it prompts! This one’s a little lighter on the fluff than some of the other things I’ve written this week, but I hope you like it!

Warnings: Mentions of blood and serious injury

Rating: T

Pairings: Tuckington (if you squint, can be read as platonic), platonic Wash & Donut

They take shelter in an old Freelancer base. It’s pretty far removed from everything else, forgotten by anyone who wasn’t part of the project.

Wash volunteers to go down alone, but finds Kimball and Andersmith following him to the shuttle. He can’t stop himself from glancing between them again and again as they load up. Kimball takes the seat next to him as he flies the ship down. “It’s not your fault,” she says, softly. “It’s not anyone’s fault except for those fucking mercenaries. They all know that.”

There’s a lump in his throat that hasn’t been there in a while. That stopped after the first week, after he stopped lingering in the doorway, watching the family that doesn’t need him anymore. It’s easier to push it all down and just feel numb when he’s not looking directly at what he’s missing. He’s needed that, that emotionless focus.

But if this base is really safe, if they can settle here, that might not be an option soon.

She claps his shoulder a little roughly once they’ve landed and leads the way out of the shuttle. Andersmith offers him a hand up and hands over his rifle with a nod. And Wash doesn’t know what the hell he’s supposed to do with that. So he just follows after them wordlessly.

The base is clear. It looks like no one’s touched it in years. That’s probably for the best, honestly. The last thing they need is the UNSC showing up and asking questions. Wash boots up a few old computers, finding them scrubbed.

“Whoever was here last covered their tracks,” he says over his shoulder to Kimball. She stands guard at the door as he and Andersmith sweep room after room for bugs or traps. They find a few of the latter, mostly old ones that seem rather roughly thrown together.

“Is that good for us?” She sounds uncertain. There’s been a lot of that from her ever since they left Chorus. And he can’t really blame her for that. Hell, the fact that she’s still standing is amazing.

Wash had half expected her to shut down once they left Chorus, much the way Doyle had, but no. As soon as they had left the planet behind them, Kimball had sprung back into action, offering a shoulder to cry on, a hand to hold, or even just a face to scream at for some of the… less than happy to be leaving.

She had sat with him a few times on the ship, mostly in silence. Wash hadn’t tried to break it most of the time. Because really, what do you say to someone who’s just lost a goddamn planet? There’s no way there’s a card for that. (Violets are blue, roses are red, hey really sorry all your friends are dead?)

“I’m not sure. It looks like no one’s touched this terminal in over a year. If there was anything here, someone’s already taken it and cleaned up after themselves.”

“No bugs,” Andersmith says, from the terminal he’s going over. “It doesn’t seem as though anyone thinks there’s anything here worth overhearing anymore.”

Wash nods, glancing about the room. Like most of the others, there’s a fine layer of dust over almost everything. The place doesn’t have much in the way of supplies, but there’s other parts of the moon that are relatively civilized and the base is in a good location, right by a sizeable river. It’s perfect, certainly the best they could ask for.

“It might be a little cramped, but I think this is as safe as we’re going to get.”

They regroup on the ship and Wash sits in the helm while Kimball and Andersmith recount the information to the others. The Reds will all be at the meeting, and there’s no way they’re going to want him there. And he can respect that.

Honestly, he’s still a little surprised no one’s tried to jettison him from the airlock. That’s definitely the least of what he has coming. Maybe Donut will drown him in the river down on the moon, or Sarge will send Lopez to smother him in his sleep.

“When d’you think they’re gonna be done in there?” Tucker’s voice nearly makes Wash jump. He goes completely still as Tucker drops into the seat next to him and kicks his feet up on the console. There’s still bandages wrapped all around Tucker’s chest, clearly visible since he’s out of armor.

For a moment, Wash just gapes at him. This isn’t happening. Maybe he fell asleep and this is a dream. Or he actually was jettisoned out the airlock and he’s dead and… then Tucker died too? Alright, that explanation’s a little weaker. But it makes more sense than whatever the hell is happening right now.

Tucker turns to him, cocking an eyebrow. He reaches out and lightly knocks a fits against Wash’s visor. “Hey, did you fall asleep in there or something, Wash?”

He shakes himself a little. This is happening, Tucker’s right there. Talking to him. “What are you doing here? Did something happen? Did Dr. Grey let you out of the medbay? You shouldn’t be up and about, I’ll get Caboose--”

“Oh my god, would you calm the fuck down?” Tucker reaches out, yanking at his arm when Wash tries to rise out of his seat. There’s not actually enough strength in the grip to pull him back down, but he moves with the tug, not wanting Tucker to hurt himself. “She didn’t technically let me out, but everyone’s at that meeting thing, so I figured I’d just stretch my legs a little.”

“Right.” Wash nods stiffly, his hands landing on his knees, fingers tense inside his gloves. “Well… I’m glad you’re feeling a bit better. I didn’t know--I wasn’t aware you were up.”

“Yeah, I’ve sorta been up for a while, but no one lets me do shit. Grey wants me doing rehab and getting back on my feet, but Caboose and Epsilon won’t let me leave the stupid medbay.” He sinks back in his seat, staring out the front of the ship.

“They… they probably have a point. You don’t want your injuries getting any worse.” Though it’s hard for Wash to imagine them worse than they were. He still sees it sometimes when he closes his eyes, Tucker slashed halfway open by Felix’s blade, choking on his own blood. Even now it makes his stomach turn.

Tucker huffs and rolls his eyes. “You sound like Church. He’s still bitching at me about it.”

Wash’s eyebrows shoot up. “Epsilon is with you now?”

“Yeah, he never leaves,” Tucker says, tapping a fist against the side of his head. “Left my armor back there so he can’t project, but trust me, he’s still in here.”

“I see.” Wash drums his fingers against his knees. God he wants to just be anywhere else. But he doesn’t. He hasn’t seen Tucker in weeks. And he’s alive, so alive… and Wash can’t even look at him.

Epsilon has to have told him what happened. He has to know. But he’s still just… sitting there, like nothing’s wrong. Like Wash hasn’t thrown away the very last chance he had.

“Dude, are you like… pissed at me or something?”

Wash jerks his head around toward Tucker so fast he gets a crick in his neck. “What?”

Tucker shrugs, not looking at him as he winds one of his dreads around his finger. “You’re just sitting there and not talking to me. It’s weirding me out. Just… y’know, wanted to make sure.”

“I’m not mad--of course I’m not mad. You haven’t done anything wrong. I’m just…” He swallows hard and looks away. “I’m not sure how to talk to you. I don’t know what you want me to do here.”

“Uh, just talk to me.” Tucker’s looking at him like he’s stupid. Which… might be fair. “I came all the way out here to talk to you, but you’re too busy just sulking and feeling sorry for yourself.”

Wash goes stiff, his back straightening. “That’s not what I’m doing.”

“It kinda is.” Tucker cocks an eyebrow at him. “You’ve been doing it since we left. Church told me. I figured he was exaggerating, but here you are. Just glaring at space and avoiding people.”

“I’m not feeling sorry for myself,” he counters, like he’s trying to make a point, like he has ground to stand on in any disagreement anymore.

“Then what d’you call this?”

“I… I’m thinking. And giving everyone some space. After what happened--what I did, that seemed best.” He nods to to himself a little, looking back out the window. Because that is what he’s been doing. They all need a little distance. And with the ship not being particularly large… avoiding people is the only way to get that.

“Ooooh my god, okay, you’re so just sitting and sulking cause you don’t want to deal with people.”

“I’m not--”

But Tucker holds up a hand to stop him, cutting him off with a look. “Yeah, you are. You can call it whatever the fuck you want, Wash, but there’s only one person you’re doing this for, and it sure as hell isn’t me or Caboose. He keeps crying cause he thinks you don’t like him anymore.”

There’s a strange pang in Wash’s chest, a few different feelings curling together. Mostly guilt, but there’s so much of that just covering everything, it’s hard to look beneath it anymore. “He does? I… I didn’t know.”

“Yeah, cause you haven’t seen him. You haven’t been to see any of us.” And Tucker looks away, something a little pained in his face.

“I wanted to,” he says, faster than he means to. “I wanted to come see you, Tucker. I just… I didn’t think I was wanted there. After what--after what I did to Donut--”

“Cause you’ve never shot him before,” Tucker says, snorting.

“Yes, but… this was different.” Wash doesn’t think he needs to explain that. Because before… he didn’t care, it didn’t matter who Donut was. This time he knew, knew exactly what he was making him leave behind, and he still pulled the trigger without hesitating.

At least Tucker doesn’t fight him on that, just faintly nodding. “Yeah, I guess. But it sounds like there weren’t a whole lot of options. I mean… look, I’m not saying shooting him was a good call, but I get why you did it. Sounded like he wasn’t going without a fight.”

Wash blinks at him, his brow furrowing. “He… he told you what happened?”

“Yeah. Heard it from him and the other Reds. He says that if you hadn’t done that, there’s no way he would’ve left on his own. Sorta sounds like… if he’d done that, the other guys might’ve tried to convince him, but I dunno if they would’ve gotten through.”

Tucker lets out a breath, dragging his hands through his hair. “The whole thing just sucks, dude. And… okay, I still think shooting him was kinda stupid. This is Donut, you could’ve just like… thrown him over your shoulder without that part, but… I dunno. I get it even if I don’t like it and… and I’m tired of not talking to you.”

There’s strange feeling bubbling up in Wash’s chest that he can’t quite name. His hands are gripping tight enough at his knees to turn his knuckles white inside his gloves. “I’m sorry,” he says, the words punching their way out of him. “I didn’t… I didn’t think there was anything else to do. I had to get everyone off the planet--”

“I know, Wash.” Tucker reaches out, grabbing at his arm. He can only barely feel it through his armor.

So before he can think not to, Wash rips off one of his gloves and reaches out, covering Tucker’s hand with his own. It’s only then that he realizes his fingers are shaking, that his whole form is trembling. There’s a lump in his throat and his eyes burn as he ducks his head. Tucker’s hand turns in his, gripping tight.

He doesn’t say anything else as Wash’s shoulders shake and shake, but at some point he rises from his chair and stands beside Wash’s, arms going around him, pulling him to his chest.

It doesn’t take too long to settle into the base. There’s a little under fifty of them total, all tucked away onto the ship. Wash can see the faint relief on almost every face as they finally get to solid ground again.

That’s a welcome change from the constant looks of grief or exhaustion.

They spill out of the base a little, making several extra shelters with supplies from the ship and anything they can find left behind in the old outpost. Wash isn’t sure where to go until Tucker grabs him by the elbow and drags him to the room he and Caboose have claimed for themselves. He freezes in the doorway when he finds Caboose already there.

A look passes between Tucker and Caboose, Wash thinks he sees a few faint nods, and then the next thing he knows, he’s wrapped up in a bone crushing hug and Caboose is sobbing loudly into his shoulder. He’s totally lost, but manages to pat Caboose’s back as he fights the urge to break down himself again.

Their room gets a little more crowded when Andersmith and Tucker’s lieutenant, Palomo, join them, but they make it work. Caboose and Andersmith manage to make a bunk bed that doesn’t collapse onto itself. Tucker seems to give up on making an actual bed and just makes a pile of mattresses and blankets that he drags Wash and Palomo onto, one arm looped around each of them. It’s the first time Wash has slept more than a few hours at a time since leaving Chorus.

Figuring out how to make things work again takes time. Kimball doesn’t want to be in charge, something she makes very clear, but she takes the reigns. Doyle’s started talking again, but only to a select few people. He agrees to help her manage his people as best he can, but there’s only so much weight either of them can take.

So Wash finds himself stepping in again, Carolina at his side. She’s never avoided him through it all… or let him avoid her as the care may be. And Wash is thankful for that in a way he can never put into words.

She’s at his side at every meeting, helping him plan meetings, make housing decisions, put together squads to organize supply runs. It gets a little more tricky when they start exploring and she takes the lead on any mission she can. Wash can’t blame her for that. Carolina’s never been one to sit back and let other people go out and make the big discoveries.

Wash wouldn’t mind hanging around the base so much if he didn’t run the risk of encountering a Red around every corner.

“You can’t avoid them forever,” Tucker tells him one night. “And the longer you put it off, the more it’s gonna suck when you finally try to work shit out.”

“I know.” And he does. He’s caught Grif’s eye a few times and immediately run the other way. The day before, he had accidentally run into Sarge and just stared at him for a solid minute before faking a message on his HUD calling him away. “I just… I don’t know how to start.”

Apparently, Tucker doesn’t either, because he just pats Wash’s shoulder sympathetically and then tugs him to bed. But he’s still right. He can’t put it off forever, and the sooner he sorts things out, the sooner it stops hanging over his head. If only he had any idea how to do that.

Wash tries to write out what he wants to say, to plan it all out. He fills up three trash cans with crumpled up, half started apologies that aren’t nearly good enough. None of it feels right, none of it is enough.

In the end, all the preparation doesn’t matter and he’s still not in the least bit ready.

Because Donut’s the one that reaches out to him. Sort of.

He’s sitting at the edge of the river, out of his armor for once, shoes off as he dips his feet into the water. It’s cool, but not bitingly so, and it takes the ache off after walking around all day. A shadow falls over him as someone approaches, and that’s not entirely surprising. This is just about his favorite spot, and Tucker and Caboose both know that, so one of them joins him more often than not. Sometimes even Kimball or Andersmith stop to sit with him a while.

But every inch of him freezes when Donut drops down next to him. He’s out of armor too, sweats already rolled up to his knees as he kicks his feet in the water a little. Wash should say something, but his voice has dried up.

“I don’t forgive you,” Donut says evenly and Wash feels a heavy stone sink into his stomach. “I understand why you did it though.”

Wash just nods and tries to remember how to speak. “I’m sorry. I know I can’t fix--”

“You can’t. But I don’t think anyone can.” Donut tips his head back and looks up at the sky. “I know you’re still beating yourself up over it though. And… that’s not really helping anything, and us not talking definitely doesn’t help. So… I want to talk.”

“Alright.” Wash hesitates, glancing over Donut then away again just as quickly. That’s probably his cue to say something. Damn it. He should have taken more notes. “Uh… what do you want to talk about?”

“Oh, I don’t know, something light?” Donut looks at him, tipping his head to one side. “We don’t have to rush, and… I think starting nice and easy before we work to the rough stuff will help, don’t you?”

“Yeah… yeah, light is good. Uh, do you like your new room?” That seems like an easy enough place to start.

Donut nods, brightening up a little. “I do! I picked it because it has such nice natural lighting. It’s a little cramped with everyone in there, but I don’t think that can be helped. We really need to work on building out more.”

“I know, Carolina’s been trying to find more construction supplies. We’ll definitely need better fortifications in a couple months, apparently it gets pretty cold here later in the year.”

“Ooh, I’ll bet.” Donut gasps a little and grabs at his shoulder. “Do you think the river might freeze so we can ice skate? I would love that. I haven’t been ice skating in years.”

“I’m not sure, it might.” Which brings on several worrying questions, but Wash keeps them down as Donut goes on about the tricks he used to be able to do.

They talk on and on, keeping things light. There’s a long, long way to go, but it’s a start, and after everything else, Wash is more than willing to take it.

#rvb fluff week #my writing #fix it #agent washington #gonna post to ao3 later #gotta put the first one there first #more comfort of 'hurt/comfort' than fluff