#ugh math and science

[slimyenemy]

have an engaging in discourse flower yo hope you're having a good day 🫶🌻

[paladinsbrainrot]

98% ON MY FINAL EXAM 🎉

[mylove-thresher]

love hate relationship w math bc sometimes my calculator starts tweaking or I fuck up a calculation I thought I totally ate up but then my writing looks very yummers and the numbers start falling into place and everything feels great

[randomuniversityquotes]

Differential Equations Professor: "In a formal paper this is the solution. People know how to do partial fraction decomposition. I'm not going to do it for you. But you will have to do it for the exam."

[violntfemme]

oh my god i need to stop going onto tumblr after writint a single sentence. Doli this is why you cant get shit done

[softmeetscreatureplz]

Goddamn are the self hatred coming on me strong lately fuckin hell

[maiyz]

me in every class…

i have 4 snacks a day, one for each class. and on 3y (orch) i eat my lunch right before lunch

brought ice cream in my stanley to english

[sefynarose]

what’s funny is that this is coming from the same person who earlier today I was excited to tell my new novel idea too and I was like “can I tell you or do you not care?” in a joking manner and they literally responded “i don’t really care”

[beguilebrontide]

Ughhhh why’d I go to school for math I’m not even that good at it!!

[k-is-for-potassium]

math is blue

english is red

science is green

social studies is orange

fuckin fight me

the only correct answer

math is blue

English is yellow

Science is green

Social studies is whatever color is left

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

In Your Arms, After Class

Synopsis: You teach math, she teaches science, students grew suspicious about you two but Karina proved them right.

Word Count: 1,898

Karina X Male Reader

I was smiling the whole time while making this really enjoyed making this fluff, hope y’all enjoy😭

You work as a high school math teacher at Chosun High, a prestigious school known for its 100% success rate in architecture, engineering, and other competitive fields. You’re proud to be part of such an elite institution—but today, the classroom energy feels a little different.

“Good morning, class. Open your textbooks to page 55,” you say, tapping your marker on the whiteboard. “We’re going to start a new lesson on algebra.”

A groan echoes from the back. “Ugh, another lesson, Teach? When are we ever gonna get free time?”

The murmurs quickly grow louder.

“Yeah! Ushiwaka’s right!”

“When are we getting a break?”

“You’re our favorite teacher! Can’t you give us just a little free time, please?”

You glance around the room. They look exhausted. You’ve been pushing them pretty hard lately—and maybe they deserve a moment to breathe.

You sigh, letting a small smile show. “Alright, fine. Close your textbooks. Take your free time.”

Cheers erupt as you shut your teacher’s book and pull out your phone, giving them a rare break they won’t forget.

Just as you’re scrolling through your phone, enjoying the rare moment of peace, a student raises their hand with a mischievous grin.

“Hey, sir, do you have any stories to tell?”

You glance up lazily. “No. Just spend your free time.”

The same student leans forward on their desk, not giving up. “What about relationships?”

You shoot them a flat look. “No.”

A chorus of whines follows. “Oh, come on!!! At least spill some tea!”

Another student jumps in with a sly smirk. “I heard you and Miss Karina are dating?”

Your head snaps up. “Huh?! Who told you that— I mean, what? Stop making stories.” You quickly look back down at your phone, but the tips of your ears betray you, glowing a light shade of red.

The class erupts in laughter.

“Ah! He’s blushing! We got him, guys!” someone yells, pointing at you like they just uncovered a scandal.

You wave your hand dismissively, though your voice cracks a little in defense. “No! I said we are not dating! We’re just… good friends, that’s all.”

But your students only laugh louder, some mock-fanning themselves like they’re watching a drama unfold. You roll your eyes, but the smile tugging at the corner of your lips gives you away

The class was buzzing with life during their free time. Some students were glued to their phones, others huddled in groups, laughing and chatting away. A few had gathered around your desk, still teasing you about love life rumors.

“Sir, I swear, if you just gave me a little advice, maybe I wouldn’t be single anymore.”

You chuckled, resting your chin on your hand. “Maybe if you did your math homework, someone would notice you.”

Laughter erupted around you as you offered teasing advice and dodged more questions about your supposed “relationship” with Miss Karina, the stunning homeroom teacher from the class next door. You were doing a decent job keeping things light—until a knock at the door froze the room.

Everyone looked toward the door. And there she was—Karina.

She stood there with a mischievous grin, her beauty stealing the attention of the whole classroom. Her tone was sweet, almost playful.

“Hey, Sir Y/N… may I excuse you for a moment?”

A few students in the back immediately lit up, exchanging glances and muffling their gasps.

You stood up quickly, trying to keep your cool. “Y-Yeah. Sure.” You stepped outside, closing the door behind you.

But of course, some students didn’t stay in their seats. They crowded by the door, shamelessly eavesdropping.

“Yes, love?” you asked her softly.

Karina stepped a little closer, her eyes gleaming. “Are we still eating dinner later, baby?”

You smiled, gently resting your hand on her shoulder, then cupping her cheek. “Of course Baby. Why’d you ask?”

She tilted her head, the corners of her lips curling upward. “Nothing. I just wanted to see you.”

Then, without hesitation, she tiptoed and kissed you on the lips.

Behind the door, the silence shattered.

Screams and gasps burst out from inside the classroom.

You walked back in, trying to act unbothered—but it was too late.

“THOUGHT SO!”

“SIR, YOU TWO ARE INDEED DATING!”

“OF COURSE, BABY!” mocking your earlier statement.

The room was full of chaos, laughter, and playful shoving as everyone surrounded your desk, nudging you like you were the main character in a romance drama.

You raised both hands, trying to calm the storm. “Alright, class. Quiet down.”

The noise slowly settled into giggles and whispers as the students took their seats again.

You cleared your throat. “Yes… we’re dating. But that doesn’t mean all of you need to announce it to the whole school, okay?”

A chorus of dramatic “Awwww”s followed.

“I must say, sir, you have really good taste. Miss Karina is so beautiful,” one girl said, twirling her pen with a dreamy sigh.

The rest of the class quietly nodded and echoed with soft “yeahs” of agreement.

Another student pointed at you with narrowed eyes and a teasing grin. “If you hurt her, we’ll purposely fail algebra.”

The class burst into laughter while you let out a fake dramatic gasp, holding a hand to your chest.

“Alright, alright—class dismissed,” you said, collecting your things. “But just so you know, tomorrow’s going to be twice the lesson.”

A wave of groans spread through the room.

“Maybe Miss Karina will change your mind about that!” someone called out.

“We’ll tell her later!”

Your eyes widened. “Don’t!” you shouted as you rushed out the door, pointing at them threateningly—but they only laughed louder.

After the 15-minute break between classes, the door opened again—this time, it was Miss Karina.

She walked in with her usual soft presence, her long coat brushing against her legs, a warm smile on her lips.

“Good afternoon, everyone,” she greeted.

“Miss Karina! Can we have free time today? Please?” one student blurted out with their hands clasped like they were praying.

She blinked, a little caught off guard. “Oh? Sure. I actually didn’t have anything planned today.”

The entire class erupted in cheers.

Karina chuckled, clearly amused, her heart warming at how happy your homeroom class looked.

As the noise settled, a student leaned forward and teased, “Miss Karina… why are you so kind to us? Is it because… we’re Sir Y/N’s homeroom class?”

The question hit her like a curveball. Her eyes widened and her cheeks flushed a soft pink.

“U-Uh… no! No, it’s not that!” she said quickly, waving her hands in front of her face. “Your class is just… lively as ever! So I can’t help but… project the same energy!”

The class exchanged sly glances, clearly not buying it, but enjoying every second of her reaction.

“A few students leaned closer to Miss Karina, their curiosity far from satisfied.

“So, Miss… why Sir Y/N?” one of them asked with a smirk. “Is it because of his attitude? You like strict guys or something?”

Karina blinked, clearly flustered. “Huh? What are you even talking about? We’re just good friends.”

That only fueled the fire.

“Good friends kiss each other on the lips?”

Her breath hitched. “Uhm… huh? How do you know that?!”

“Oh, come on! You were all lovey-dovey earlier in his class!” a student teased, puckering their lips dramatically. “You even pulled him outside just to give him a lil smooch!”

The class laughed as Karina covered her face with both hands, her cheeks burning red. She was clearly outnumbered—and completely powerless against their teasing.

“Maybe you like his physique? He has a hot body, right? Right?!” another student said, raising their eyebrows suggestively.

Karina froze, then blushed even harder.

“AH! IT’S TRUEEEEEEEE!” the class shouted in unison, some banging their desks while others fanned themselves.

“Okay! Enough!” she finally said, flustered but smiling as she tried to regain control. “Take out one half sheet of paper—we’re having a surprise quiz on chemical reactions.”

A wave of shocked gasps and groans filled the room.

“I’m kidding!” she laughed, raising both hands. “That’s one way to shut you all up, huh? But keep talking, and I will make it real.”

The class quieted immediately, still giggling.

Then one brave soul raised a hand.

“Uhm, Miss! Can we ask for a little favor?”

Karina gave them a suspicious look. “What is it?”

“Well… Sir Y/N’s been giving us a butt ton of activities lately. Could you maybe… talk to him? Maybe change his mind… a little?”

She scoffed playfully, rubbing her temple with a smile tugging at her lips. “Poor you,” she said, clearly amused. “Alright, I’ll see what I can do.”

The class quietly celebrated their small victory—though they all knew it was never guaranteed with your tough love approach

As the school day came to a close and the sun dipped below the skyline, you stood outside Karina’s house, the sky tinged in soft amber. You pulled out your phone and sent her a quick message:

“Hey love, I’m outside.”

It didn’t take long before your screen lit up with her reply:

“Be right there!”

The door creaked open, and there she was—standing in the doorway wearing a semi-casual outfit, a soft sweater and skirt combo that made her look effortlessly elegant.

“You look beautiful as always, Miss Karina,” you teased, flashing a small grin.

She raised a brow, lips curling into a smirk. “You’re not bad yourself, Sir Y/N.”

“Stop with the ‘sir,’” you muttered, pulling her into a hug.

She chuckled, snuggling into your chest. “You started it.”

You drove through the city, trading stories and soft laughter until you reached the cozy restaurant you’d both been meaning to try. Over dinner, after some light conversation, Karina looked at you with a mischievous smile.

“By the way,” she began, twirling her fork, “your students gave me a message to deliver.”

You looked up, suspicious but amused.

“They said… you’ve been giving them way too many activities. And they asked me to convince you to go easy.”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Unbelievable.”

“They even used puppy eyes,” she added, trying to mimic their expressions.

You rolled your eyes, but your grin stayed. “Alright, I’ll consider it. For you.”

Later that night, the two of you walked along a quiet park trail, the city lights low behind you and the stars above beginning to peek through. Karina bought cotton candy from a nearby cart, tearing a piece and offering it to you as you both strolled hand in hand.

Eventually, you found a quiet bench and sat down. She leaned against you, head resting on your shoulder.

“Did you know,” she began, eyes on the sky, “that starlight we see now has traveled millions of years to reach us? Some of those stars might not even exist anymore.”

You looked up, nodding slowly—though the science was far beyond what you could process right now.

“I don’t really get it,” you admitted, pulling her closer, “but it sounds beautiful.”

She smiled, and you gently wrapped your arm around her, your hand finding its way into her hair, caressing it softly.

You held her tighter and whispered with sincerity that reached deeper than any lesson you’d ever taught:

“I love you, Karina.”

She looked up at you, eyes shimmering like the stars above, and leaned in—wordlessly answering back with a kiss that said it all

“I love you more, Y/N”

Head cannons ( I love making them!!!)

Karina is the type of teacher to get peer pressured over giving grades and extra points, she’d rant to Y/N about it and Y/N would always scold her but will feel bad afterwards and gives her cuddles.

Y/N made a student cry once (gave too much homework.)

Y/N gives realistic advices while Karina gives practical one.

Y/N is very strict when giving grades, while Karina on the other hand isn’t, Karina would always scold Y/N for being so strict.

[darkchaosreptile]

A game of hearts

I wrote this sloppy and fast. Now I have five hours to sleep. Was it worth it?

Krel had spent all morning listening to Aja talk about Steve. Steve this, and Steve that, she told Vex about her date with the Palchuck the other delson and even got advice from the Blanks! So when Steve stopped by early to walk with them to the schoolhouse, Krel was sick of it.

"Don't either of you have a personality outside of your dating lives? Aye yi yi. I would've at least thought you were better than this Aja."

Aja didn't seem to mind her brother's comment. Instead she laughed, and put her hand on Steve's, which was on her shoulders.

"He's a part of my life little brother. Besides this is normal for a 'teenage girl'. I thought blending in was important?"

Steve, confused as he usually was, immediately went to defend his infatuation with his girlfriend.

"You're just jealous because you can't get a girlfriend, buttsnack. You know cause your brother can't flirt?"

Steve said the last part to Aja, consistently looking for her approval. It made Krel roll his eyes. Of course just because he wasn't interested in romance everyone assumed he wasn't good at it. Go figure.

"I'll have you know if I wanted one I'd have one. And she would be happy. Ugh. But have her own life. Won't you two ever get off of eachother?"

Krel was more than happy to hear the first bell ring. He was very thankful to be in the honors math class now. I mean he'd appreciated Ms. Janeth noticing his genius before, but he was definitely going to thank her now. He split away from his sister and her annoying new boy toy and beelined to where he knew to be.

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Math was unfufilling per the usual, even if slightly more difficult than the normal mush they teach in the actual math class. Krel was on his own for now. He had a seperate English period than Aja and wouldn't see her until lunchtime. He went down the hall, his path memorized.

"Oh hey that's the guy that didn't do a volcano. Good to see someone with some originality."

A passing human girl commented on him to her companion as they passed him. Then Krel had an idea. He might not be interested but he could still prove that he had game.

"Oh ho! I may be intellectually ahead with my sciences, but even I must defer to the greats when I say, 'surely the angels must take after you?'"

Krel's compliment immediately earned him a small blush from the girl in question who, unable to reply, walked faster, whispering and giggling to her friend. Oh yes, he was good at this. Krel liked this game. Maybe he should play more often.

[thebearer]

Omg Imagine meeting Lip at college and you are majoring in education, and you only know each other through math or something you need help with. You could just befriend him at first because he is a WHORE phase lol.

Idk your dribbles make me think that Lip and his wife have a strong friendship that blossomed to romance after Lip figures his shit out , and she got knocked up very early on lol.

📢ALSO LIP WILL BE SO MUCH WORSE THEN CARMY WHEN HE FINDS OUT YOU ARE PREGNANT BC KAREN TRAUMAAAAAAAAAAA 📢

"Hey," You stride next to Lip, looping the free strap of your backpack on. "What are you doin' tonight?"

"Uh, kinda busy." Lip hummed, brows creasing lightly when he looked over at you.

"With your professor?" You gave him a pointed look, a devious smile spreading across your lips when he scoffed.

"Yeah. You got plans with yours?" Lip countered.

You rolled your eyes. "Please. I'm not that desperate for a grade." You quipped. "Speaking of, I was going to ask if you were free tonight, because I am going to fail this math test on Wednesday."

"Yeah? And what do you need me for?" Lip grinned, pushing the door open for you. It was so casual, friendly- it made your heart flutter.

"Stop." You shook your head at him. "C'mon, I really need your help. I do your critical theory homework all the time to impress your sexy professor lady, so you owe me."

"Yeah, I guess. I'll, uh, I'll stop by after my last. I gotta check with Youens, make sure I got my shit done. Then I can come help you study." Lip nodded casually.

"Ugh, thank you." You sighed, bumping him playfully with your shoulder. "I swear, I'm not teaching math ever. I don't understand why I'm in the hardest math class for elementary ed."

"I mean, they probably want their teachers to be halfway smart." Lip shrugged. "Well, maybe not at the shit hole school I went to, but, uh, the good schools."

You snorted. "Yeah? Well, regardless, I'm not teaching math. I'll hold down the language arts, or the history, maybe the science if I have to. But math? Out of the question."

"Not even long division, huh?" Lip grinned.

"To be completely honest with you, I don't think I know how to do long division." You giggled. "I can barely do short division."

Many Years Later

"Lip!" You called, your voice carrying out to the garage, where your husband was "working on the car" (which really meant sneaking a cigarette).

"Yeah?" Lip hummed, walking into the house. Freddie sat at the kitchen table, a tiny frown on his features that mimicked yours perfectly. It made Lip's heart melt.

"Let Daddy see the problem, baby. He's better at math than me." You ran a hand over Freddie's curls sweetly, moving so Lip could take your spot.

Freddie had gotten Lip's freakish ability to do math. He was only six, but doing multiplication and long division already in his advanced groups.

"Lemme see, bud." Lip turned the paper towards him, scanning the problem. "Ah, ok, so you're not carrying the number here." Lip pointed to the problem, explaining it to your tiny son.

Your heart swelled, picking Jude up and hoisting him on your hip, trying to finish loading the dishwasher.

"Always thought your were jokin'." Lip hummed, gently squeezing your ass so you blushed, leaning to kiss the toddler on his head.

"About what?" You raised a brow.

"The long division thing." Lip laughed lightly. You gave him a confused look. "Y'know, when you said you wouldn't teach math and all that."

"Oh," You rolled your eyes playfully. "No, I wasn't. Why do you think I teach language arts now? Can't do all that numbers stuff like you."

Lip smirked, taking the dish from you and putting it in the rack. "How do you even remember that?" You cock your head to the side.

"What?"

"That I said that." You giggle. "That was, like, a million years ago."

"Because," Lip shrugged. "I was in love with you."

"No, you weren't." You blushed, dodging Jude's grabbing hands towards your hair. "You had your Mrs. Robinson."

Lip rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but, you were like my best friend." He said boyishly. Your heart melted. "Still are, but then, I just... I didn't want to fuck it up, ya know?"

"Watch it." You glared at him lightly, though it wasn't very convincing. "That's sweet. I was, like, very much so in love with you too, for the record."

"Yeah?" Lip grinned. You nodded, laughing when he kissed you sweetly over Jude's head. "Kinda had an idea."

"Really? What gave it away? The wedding or the kids?" You said sarcastically.

"No, it was the night that I had to pick you up from that dive bar downtown, and, uh, you were so drunk-"

"-Alright, Gallagher-"

"-And you kept telling me how much you loved me-"

You glared at him. "Jude, Daddy is being mean to me. Can you believe that?" You cooed, frowning exaggeratedly at your son. Jude just babbled, trying to grab at your hair again.

[phantomphangphucker]

Phic Phight - The Core Cuddlers Confession

For: @rgbyshipper101 @jadenoryuu @lostlitany @underforeversgrace @jewishicequeen

Danny and Phantom have managed to keep things a secret for nearly four years, regardless of Danny’s parents making that progressively harder and harder. But maybe they, mostly Phantom, got a little too comfortable with the situation they’ve got going.

Danny rubs his forehead, glaring down at the homework in front of him, he doesn’t know why anyone would need calculus. Sure he knows why he needs it but still, Danny just didn’t want to have to take two more science classes. It was either he take two science classes or one math class, sure his dumbass didn’t clue in that that was because calculus was fucking hard. His teacher wasn’t happy, he wasn’t happy; but he got a goddamn spare. A spare that actually gave him some proper time to spend with his body buddy. His little ghostie. Normally he could just meet with a ‘trusted’ teacher or the class advisor about finding and thus needing at school time with his soulmate; an aid option pretty much all schools put in place for kids who either couldn’t or didn’t want their folks to know. But Danny gets the wonderful luck of his soul mate being literally dead. Guy just pops out of a portal and bam! Danny’s got his ‘other half’ and now they both literally need each other to be healthy… and happy for that matter. Not only does Danny think that Lancer -the only teacher he even mildly kinda trusted- wouldn’t go for ‘gotta let my spooky boo externally cuddly with me!’, but also frankly Danny doesn’t want to deal with the goddamn ‘necrophiliac’ jeering if Dash and co. found out. Ugh.

Everything was fine, perfectly peachy, before his parents figured out how to basically suck ecto-energy out of things to generate electricity and shit. And especially before they decided to make amplifiers for it in and around the school, you know, to solve the whole ‘Casper High is a ghost hot spot’ problem. Except that was a problem because Danny and thus Phantom were mostly there for seven hours a day! If he could leave school during lunch or skip class and leave then he’d have been fine, but no Vlad and his stupid teenagers should wear trackers because of all of the abductions rule.

Fucking jerk.

Even if he had a point. Still. JERK.

Danny letting his head fall down and thunk on the desk/papers, “ugh this isn’t helping anything”. At least if Phantom was here and not out throwing fisticuffs Danny could try to hash this shit out with him, not that Phantom was any better at goddamn calculus than Danny was. Guy was a sorta god, not a mathematician.

Didn’t help that Phantom seems tired, meaning Danny’s tired, thank you mom and dad for your crazy ass inventions and thank you ghosts for still wanting to spar in a town that’s using your presence for free energy. Stupid cores. Granted the other ghosts got a nice free pass back to the zone via the ‘Phantom Thermos Express’ but Phantom just got Danny. Sure technically Phantom could go to the zone too but the too frequent and too prolonged separation just drained both of them more. Been there tried that. At least Phantom sends him a little soothing ping, likely picking up on a bit of the annoyance; no human can hide their emotions from a ghost for shit, even more so when you’re soul mates apparently.

Scratching his head a little before jumping from a somewhat soft knock on his door… not soft enough to be Jazz and she’s at college anyways, but weirdly soft for his mom; definitely not his dad though. Danny lifting his head a little, “yeah?”.

“Sweetie? Are you busy at the moment?”.

Oh fuck, he’ll beat himself with his own text book and give himself a concussion that Phantom will have to fix, if there’s about to be an invasion and she wants him ‘safely in the dungeon’. “Not really no. I’m just sitting here deeply regretting my math related choices”.

She of course opens the door, laughing slightly, “you wanted a spare, mister”, and moves to sit down on his bed. Not a great sign, but definitely a sign that there wasn’t an invasion on the horizon. So no having to fling off a warning alarm ping down the currently strained emotional line and panic his spooky, yay.

Danny leaning back in his chair and quirking an eyebrow at her, “so, what is it?”.

His mom eyes him a little, concerning, “so…-”. That’s not a good start, last time she started a surprise conversation like that it was ‘cause there had been a whole ass blob ghost stuck in his hair. “-do we need to put spectral blockers in your room?”.

What? Okay he gets that his room is horribly contaminated, more than the rest of the house is even, but they know that’s just because of a mixture of the crap kept in this house and himself. And it’s not like she could have seen Phantom in here, since there wasn’t any cameras and Phantom never just hung out in Danny’s room alone. Why would the guy? It was a hunters house! And he’s pretty sure no other ghosts just chill in his room ever. That situation with Elle was a massive outlier. So he makes sure his eyebrow looks very dubious, “…why?”, blinking, “I’m pretty sure no ghost is barging in here trying to steal my model rocket ships or homework, they’re welcome to take the homework if they want to though, not gonna complain there”.

The look she cuts him is absolutely judgemental, he just smirks before dropping it and rubbing his neck when she frowns a little. Him sighing, “okay seriously, what is it?”.

He’s not sure whether or not to be thankful when she just cuts to the chase. “Why is Phantom sneaking into your room almost every night? Is It threatening you? You know you can tell us if a ghost is harassing you right?”.

Zone fucking damnit he’s told Phantom to stick to invisibility around his house! Sure that’s kinda hard when the guy is running low on energy, but still! Danny blurting out, “what ghost!? No ghost is entering my room!”. She stares at him.

“I’m not being threatened or anything, mom!”; what is he actually supposed to say though? Like really?! He can’t exactly easily explain away a well known town ghost just barging into his room all the damn time! Oh and his anxiety and shock is probably gonna make Phantom want to rush back to him, hopefully that doesn’t result in him taking a hit or something. But hey, at least Phantom’s not stupid enough to fly into his room with his mom right here… hopefully.

She’s obviously misunderstanding his not so mild panic, her furrowing her brows in worry, “are you sure? Me and your father are good hunters even if Phantom is a tough one”.

Ha yeah in no world would his parents be able to actually beat up Phantom unless he let them, which well, he might. Dumbass. Lovable dumbass but still. He glares a little, response less panicky this time, “no mom seriously”.

She does not look impressed with him, “well if that ghost isn’t harassing or threatening you then what is It doing coming into your room at all hours of the night?”, crossing her arms, “I know you teens are a lot more tolerant and even fond of that spook, but that’s still a ghost and I would hope you’re not giving It Fenton Tech”. He one hundred percent totally was. She sighs, “and even if that was what you’re doing, doing that here? If you’re going to be doing something you know we won’t like at least be smart about it. And at night? Please tell me you aren’t part of the ‘Phan club’ that’s romanticized Phantom”.

Danny absolutely can not help full body cringing at that, that whole club was so embarrassing in both his and Phantom’s opinion. Not to mention the amount of stalking it’s led to. Putting his face in his hands, “mooomm no, just no. Nothing is going on, I swear”.

“Do I need to instal motion sensors and a net trap and ask Phantom myself?”.

Danny -like a fellow dumbass. Phantom was clearly in good company- speaks before his brain can catch up with his mouth; an ability usually good and reserved for witty comebacks not digging Danny into a hole, “I mean I wouldn’t object to him being all tied up”…. By the time that comment catches up with him he’s very glad his hands are already over his face. Fucking hell he is a moron.

“Want to repeat that without mumbling it into your hands?”.

Danny’s, “…no?”, is a smidge actively pathetic. At least at this point Phantom shouldn’t be worried since he can probably pick up that whatever nerves and shit Danny’s giving off is embarrassment induced. He’s not looking forward to the pestering he’s gonna get from the ghost later though, stupid ghosts and their love of gossip.

“Danny from where I’m sitting and from what I’m hearing it sounds like you’ve been letting some teenage ghost sneak in and out of my house through your bedroom window, and like you absolutely are part of that fan club. And did you really think I wouldn’t notice the human-shaped blur zipping into the exact same window constantly?”.

Danny groans, she wasn’t going to drop this and, like, what can he even say? “I tell him to go invisible”.

He can feel her staring at him for a beat, “you… tell him to go invisible”.

Danny looking back up at her, “yeah…”.

She pinches the bridge of her nose and squeezes her eyes shut a little, “at least you’re not the one being stupid”.

“Um. Your welcome?”.

He’s not surprised to get glared at this time, him giving her a definitely nervous wobbly smile and a little chuckle. She stands up, making him crane his neck as she crosses her arms down at him, “I am not impressed and you need to give me even one good reason to not basically force a Spector deflector on you”. Oh that would be bad, he hated those things since they rather painfully forced Phantom out and kept him out; not to mean toon made it so Phantom couldn’t even touch him without being in pain. Combine that with tired and low on energy and Phantom’s ecto being sucked dry for free town energy, both of them would wind up mildly comatose and ClockWork would show up to lecture them again. Omnipresent in-laws were the worst.

Danny blinking and glaring a little right back, “shouldn’t ’I like him’ be enough?”.

“With a human, Danny. A human. Not a ghost. Why a ghost? I understand why you wouldn’t be interested in Tucker, but there’s tons of fit lean boys at school if that’s your type”.

“Oh zone, it’s not about a type!”. Though yes, Phantom was his type. The fluffy sparkly hair, the green freckles, lean and fit but not super muscular, the glowing eyes almost always filled with amusement, and the stupid little stars he’d make for Danny’s amusement.

“Then what Danny?!”.

Shit Danny distracted himself a little, and being tired wasn’t helping; his own core almost aching with it.

Then, because of goddamn course, Phantom thunks into the wall below the window, sticks an arm in and hoists his chin up onto the sil. Danny turning his head to stare at the ghost, “seriously?!”, getting up, completely knocking the chair over, grabs a blanket, and smashes the blanket down on the ghosts head, “you have got to be kidding me! what’s wrong with you!”.

Phantom flails slightly before just grabbing the blankets like a spider, baring his teeth a little, “I, am tired”, huffing while his form vibrates faintly, “and I want my space cadet”. To be fair to the guy, the pull was absolutely there; after all cores learned to adapt to the general needs and wants and likes of their soulmates.

Danny whining back a little bit, “I know but this is like the worst timing”. Phantom just scrunches up his face in response.

“Oh no you don’t”, his mom fists up the back of Danny’s shirt and yanks him and thus Phantom inside. Danny’s back basically smashing into his mom’s stomach, Phantom all but head butting his chest, and the blankets getting smushed between the two boys chests. Danny jolts away from his mom like she’s on fire and gets Phantom behind his back protectively, why the guy is still holding the blankets between them Danny has no freaking clue. Maybe it had to do with the urge to slip in and cuddle up with his mates (Danny’s) own core? Danny glancing at his ghost then looking back to his mom, “uh. Please don’t shoot?”.

“I don’t mean to cause trouble, Mrs. Fenton?”.

“You don’t mean to,” she glares at both of them, “and yet here you are, floating in my house, a hunters house, after entering via my son’s window. You see the problem, right? What the hell are your intentions with my son, ghost”.

At least they’re not getting shot at! Though if this was a few years back then they definitely would be. His parents weren’t great but they were better. Plus her giving him, giving Danny, a faintly worried look means this is legit more about Danny than ‘ghosts’. And hey, maybe Phantom will have a better way out of this conversation than Danny?

“There’s absolutely nothing suspicious about this”.

Saying THAT makes it sound like there is something suspicious, asshole. Danny kinda wants to hit him.

“Do you take me for a fool, Phantom?!?”.

“I’m just a little guy in another little guys comfy room. He has nice blankets!”.

Zone the guy’s just gonna piss his mom off at this point, and there is absolutely no getting out of this at this point, blurting out, “he’s my soul mate”.

Phantom sags in the air dramatically, finally drops the freaking blankets, and basically smushes his collar ‘bone’ and neck into Danny’s shoulders. Danny wants to melt into the touch more than a little bit, core vibrating happily; pushing his shoulder blades back automatically. Phantom groaning, “oh thank the Ancients, I thought you were never gonna do that and I did not wanna be the one to and I am very tired and would like to board my very lovely spaceship right now I got stabbed so many times”, looking at Danny’s mom, “please stop sapping my ecto to fuel your town, it is, like, so annoying and tiring. And unlike my fellow spookies my soul mate has yet to give his corpse the boot so no I will not be ‘fucking off’ to the Infinite Realm and that will not do anyone any good”.

Danny glaring at him slowly, “and I’m not dying anytime soon”.

Phantom grins stupidly, “oh I’m not complaining, it’s nice to feel a heart beat again”, pulling a couple faces, “the lack of emotion awareness is super annoying though, I’ve been trying to piece if you needed help for like half an hour”.

“Well excuse me for not being made partly of emotions”.

“You’re excused”.

Danny, and Phantom for that matter, jumping when Danny’s mom snaps, “what do you mean soul mate”.

Uh, well, hmm, well him and Phantom are touching so… man this was gonna be the only time Danny’s legit happy about that whole soul mates cores glow when they’re in contact with each other thing. Danny just kind of awkwardly grabbing the hem of his pj shirt and yanking it up, revealing the faint blue glow coming from inside his chest. Phantom glancing at it, chuckling, nodding to himself and just… phasing into Danny’s body aka fleeing this entire situation like an asshole. Danny wobbling slightly and dropping his shirt hem, glaring at where Phantom was, “really man?”.

‘I am not kidding about being tired. Walker showed up and was being such an ass’

Ah okay that made even more sense, Walker always gave Phantom the run around and also made him do a shit ton of damage control.

‘Exactly! So now space wants his squishy little space ship’

Geez stupid needy ghosts.

‘Hey!’

His mom jerking forward and putting a hand tentatively on Danny’s shoulder, and basically staring at his eyes, “what was that? What did Phantom do? Are you okay? Soul mates, Danny?”.

Danny makes a point to stare back at her, so that she one hundred percent can see that his eyes are not green, and if Phantom decides to be a funny guy and flash his eyes over Danny’s, then Danny’s gonna zap him one.

‘Boo. You’re no fun’

Danny thinks Phantom can just deal with it and not make this situation worse or more awkward, thank you very much.

‘Hmpf’

Danny clears his throat awkwardly and puts a hand on his mom’s wrist, “I’m fine, mom. He’s just resting from getting into brawls for the past however many hours”, swallowing, “and, ah, yeah. Soulmates”. She saw his chest, his core, it’s not like he can fake that shit. Everyone’s cores glowed when they were with their soulmate, that’s just how shit worked. Like the universe was trying to make sure people didn’t miss their person once they found them. He still thinks it’s weird that people in the past didn’t even have cores, ghosts might be annoying sometimes and gossiping asses but the world being more spiritual, more connected to the zone, was worth it to have cores. She glances down at his chest and pulls her hand away from him, so he lifts his shirt up again. The glow was brighter this time, because of fucking course it was, their cores were literally melded together right now or over lapping each other, however exactly it worked. Plus there was two cores there now. She blinks, “it’s… brighter”.

Danny nodding awkwardly, “er, yeah. Two cores and, uh, his is, like, all, um, cuddled up with mine now”. Ghost cores were a hell of a lot more intimate and active than human ones were. Cores were an addition to human bodies, while a ghosts body was an extension of their core. A bodies soul manifesting in a more physical state, and a soul manifesting a body in a more physical state. Him swallowing, “ghosts, interact, with things with their cores remember? Including each other”. Sometimes Danny felt a little bad he couldn’t really do anything with his core back beyond tugging on their bond or zapping Phantom’s core when they were in contact like this, but Phantom didn’t really seem to mind.

‘A living core can’t play at fighting for dominance, and I like my dominance’

Oh geez there’s absolutely no way to stop himself from blushing a little at that; Phantom, of course, laughing at him immediately. He absolutely drops his shirt because now he one hundred precent feels over exposed. Almost blurting, “he’s not hurting me I swear”, sagging a little because he might as well just be goddamn honest at this point, “kind of the opposite actually”. Again with the whole ghosts cores were more active thing.

She stops staring at his chest to eye his face, “are you sure, Danny? And what do you mean the opposite? And what about It- about Phantom resting?”. He can appreciate the sorta correction.

Danny looking to his bed and then back to her, “I’m sure, but could we, maybe, sit down if this is going to be a whole conversation?”. She blinks once before nodding and awkwardly following him to sit on the edge of his bed. Danny rubbing the back of his neck and mildly trying to ignore the way she’s still staring at him, “ghost cores interact a lot more, they actually communicate. I don’t just get or give faint pleased purrs and hums or hints of my persons emotions and them hints of mine. I’m pretty much an emotional open book to him and I get specific emotional replies back from him some. There’s words and specific tones, pulls and pressures”, shrugging a little, “stuff a living core isn’t really, you know, normally meant for. So mine kinda expels energy more, hence the whole I’m a contaminant thing”, and chuckles a little awkwardly.

“So you’ve known the why for that the whole time?”.

Danny cringing a little and glancing around, “yeah, sorry”, clearing his throat and looking back to her, “and ghost cores are more, ah, needy? of each other so all of everything is more draining than normal when we’re apart”. Normally human soul mates just got emotional, grumpy, bummed out, and unmotivated when apart too long. While ghosts could and would outright de-manifest their physical forms back into their cores, but that was extreme since ghosts cores could actively connect and communicate across the ectoplasmic atmosphere of the zone and shit. That even sorta worked in Amity! Before his parents started sucking the town dry of its free floating ecto anyway. Grumbling a little, “especially with the lack of free floating ecto in town now”.

She blinks at him before putting her elbows on her knees and knitting her fingers over her mouth, staring at forwards, “is… is that why you’ve seemed more tired lately?”.

‘Oh so they have noticed’

Okay there’s no reason to be an ass, there was no reason for them to think too heavily that had anything to do with him being tired. He was in his senior year of high school, of course he was more tired! School was harder, university was a looming threat; adulthood neigh! His friends were more stressed, he was more stressed; it made sense his folks would think it was school and nothing else. Clearing his throat, “part of it for sure, yeah. Phantom wouldn’t really get all that tired fighting, since he could just replenish from the free floating stuff and nothing else was draining him. And he could just send his own energy through the portal and all the free floating stuff at me when he was in the zone for a while”. Sighing, “and the amplifiers at school plus the stupid trackers, I really hate those things, makes it difficult for me to get any good physical touch in during the day since he gets drained so much if he leaves my body, my core, and stays inside the school. The spare’s nice but the amplifiers drain him, so he needs a good core cuddling after”; what ever the amplifiers did manage to suck from Phantom through Danny’s skin the guy just replenished easily due to their cores close contact making the self generation easy for the guy.

She looks back to him, eyeing his chest with a small amused glint in her eyes, which is legit relieving to see honestly. “So Phantom is… hmm, ‘core cuddling’ you right now?”. Danny, of course, blushing instantly, because as cute as it was it was also absolutely embarrassing to be called out on. Sam and Tuck teased both of them enough as it was! And ClockWork’s silent amusement wasn’t much better!

‘I’ll take amusement over Clocky’s judgmental stares any day!’

Oh so would Danny. If ClockWork decided to stare judgmentally they absolutely could and would follow you around and do just that for multiple hours. After all, time was merely an optional concept to them. Phantom’s told him the tale of ClockWork doing that for three days to him once!

‘Never again’

It was very effective.

Danny glancing around, “he needs to rest and replenish”, grumbling a little, “and fine, it’s nice”. Sure sometimes Phantom tried to interact with his core way beyond what a human core was capable of, making Danny’s wires get jumbled up or crossed or whatever, but eh it was usually an accident or something the guy tried not to do more than once or twice. Like when the guy tried to poke at what Danny’s Obsession was, something humans don’t have and that ghosts have a hard time grasping humans not having. Phantom was still pretty insistent that Danny’s would be space though, Danny’s not gonna argue on that.

His mom sighing and rubbing her forehead some, “and that ‘rest’ is needed partly because of the Fenton Ecto Sifter?”, sighing again, “somehow everything we make seems to wind up hurting you somehow”.

‘Whelp. Now I feel like an Ass’

Danny giving what he can of a feeling of a supportive pat to the guys core, it vibrates back in a way that rattles his chest a little, him shrugging, “I mean, I’m always either connected to or housing a ghost so”, rubbing his neck, “and we both know you guys mean well. You’re trying to help the town with its weird level of ghost problems and sure there’s some bigotry, but like, less than there used to be”.

Her eyeing him, glancing at his chest and back up, again, she was going to be doing that a lot for the next while, wasn’t she? “If it wasn’t for your core I’d have a hard time believing you aren’t being manipulated here. Even then I still want to ask if you really like Phantom, like a ghost. Natural instinctual attraction or not”, shaking her head, “I know the answer yes, of course. Same as it was a yes every time Vlad asked if I really liked your dad”.

Danny really doesn’t get how Vlad’s still so interested in going after his mom when the guys got Plasmius. Like really dude. Sure sometimes people dated outside of their soul mates even after they found said soul mate, but that was usually with all parties being a-okay with it. Or, you know, people just being asshole cheating douche bags who seemingly didn’t give a shit about hurting others or themselves. Phantom was definitely not in the ‘willing to share’ category.

‘Ha ha. No’

Yeah neither was Danny himself.

Danny chuckling a little, “mom, I’d have to be blind and deaf to think you and dad don’t love each other”.

“Exactly���.

Danny nodding and swallowing, “yeah. So, uh, obviously I like like Phantom, and he’s pretty jazzed about me. But it’s, uh, not like we both aren’t aware that it’s weird”. One of them was alive! The other was dead! One was a mostly average space crazy wannabe astronaut and the other a freaking death god. One had ghost hunter parents and the other had literal time god for a parent. Frankly it was a good thing both of them were already slightly weirdos beforehand.

“And he… actually feels that same way about you? Likes you like that?”.

Danny can’t help but glare at her, “yes mom, if anyone can attest to ghosts having emotions it’s the guy who can freaking feel them. Especially when Phantom can be a sappy corny shit head”.

‘Oh you love it’

Sure, maybe he does, doesn’t make it any less corny though.

She blinks, “language”, shaking her head, “and they feel the same? They feel just like human emotions?”, blinking again and tilting her head a little, “I can’t imagine how that would be possible?”.

Part of him wants to brush this off as bigotry but he’s mature enough now to know at least some of it is just pure genuine confusion. Genuinely not getting how it’s possible. So he doesn’t give her too much of a hard time, “if anything his emotions are more. Ghosts are always feeling something, there’s always emotions, and they always hear and feel and pick up on them too. Humans don’t. Hence his little comment about my lack of emotion awareness making it hard to tell what’s up earlier. Ghosts seem to communicate with raw emotion a lot, even with people who aren’t their soulmate”, rubbing his neck, “I’ve learned how to a little, with Phantom any way. But eh. And I definitely think he comes off ‘more human’ because of learning stuff from me”.

‘Oh yeah you living guys are terrible for misinterpreting things and fall for bullshit. Your lack of purpose and odd ways of bonding’.

Rude! But yeah propaganda didn’t really work with ghosts for a reason. “Like ghosts literally have a ‘manipulative’ emotion, they can tell when another ghost is being manipulative so ghosts never hide when they’re being like that, so he was always confused by ya’ll accusing him of being manipulative when he wasn’t. Ghosts don’t know that humans can’t just tell”, shrugging, “lots of things like that”.

She hums, nodding a little, “I guess I’ll just have to take you word for it”, looking at his face, “but how long has this been going on? You and… and Phantom? How long have you known?”.

Danny flushing almost immediately, he knows damn well she wasn’t going to like the answer to that, “uh, since the beginning? The portal opened up and he just kind of came out of it crashing into me, and we both just got bashed into the wall by the impact. Then, well, you know how it works”, coughing awkwardly, “the tingling and core purring and feeling like you just got dunked in an ice bath. Like a card being jammed in a card slot”, furrowing his brows, “also different though, like my core was trying to dissolve my insides to soup. Phantom actually got gooey and, uh, scared the crap outta me by dissolving into ecto on top of me”, rubbing at his chest a little because he had absolutely freaked out when that had happened. He had found his person and they had gone and dissolved into goo on him! “That’s uh, the first time he went, uh, inside me. His core basically ramming into mine, which yeah wasn’t great. He knows how to not be too much now”, chuckling awkwardly, “living cores aren’t really meant for direct contact like that, you know”.

“Alright I’m not impressed this has been going on that long, but-”, sighing, “-I understand you not telling us, especially back then. With how close-minded and firm we were”. Danny just nods a little so she continues, “and I would have freaked out if your dad had dissolved on me too, so that I completely get. You not saying anything because you were focused on It-him. I’m guessing Phantom, entering you, didn’t freak you out too much purely due to his core touching yours and how that felt?”.

Danny clearing his throat and nodding slightly, “yeah, it basically blitzed me out and made me feel like a sensitive over exposed live wire that was constantly being grabbed at, pretty sure I saw some colours that don’t exist. Like rubbing up against a cold sun filled with static, flickering thoughts and feelings I definitely couldn’t make sense of. He freaked a little over me being a limp ragdoll on the floor for, like, an hour or two”.

She cringes, “I’m glad Phantom is gentler now”.

Yeah so is Danny.

‘I just think of your core like it’s an egg! Easy to crack or break but holding something lovely’.

Danny putting a hand over his chest, over his core, when Phantom sort of swirls or twists around it like a cat. Purrs get exchanged of course, while Danny nods at his mom, “yeah. And just to make it clear, I didn’t have to ask him to be nicer, he just did that on his own. Don’t think I need to point out that he’s the protective type. No ones allowed to hurt me, including him”. It was really really obvious.

She blinks but actually smiles a little after a beat, “ah so Phantom started playing at protecting the town because of you then”.

“I wouldn’t say he’s ‘playing at’ any thing. He’s legit protecting mom, whether you guys like to see it that way or not. And sure fine, me living here is definitely part of it”. It was literally the guys Obsession after all, not that Danny would be saying that. You don’t out a ghosts Obsessions.

‘I would take over your mouth if you tried anyway’

Danny mildly hates that the first thing that brings to mind is ‘kinky’ and he is ignoring the mild smirk emotion thing he’s getting from Phantom.

She doesn’t look like she really believes him but she’s not outright saying he’s lying either so… eh it’s something. “Alright. Okay”, sighing heavily before nodding and smiling at him, “well, a soulmate is a soulmate, regardless of it being odd and me not being super happy about it”. What a way to both accept and not accept it. “Though I am happy knowing that someone capable has been looking out for you with all this ghost madness, besides just me and your dad. But I’m going to insist that Phantom at least tries to go about this in the human way. We’re human, you’re human. It- he comes over for supper, eating or not. Me and your dad judge the ghosts worthiness, while both of us work to ignore the ghost part”, sighing again and scratching her head, “maybe it’ll become less ignore and more okay with eventually, I don’t know Danny”.

Danny looking away and shrugging, “I, uh, never really expected okay. And I didn’t want it to be a big deal or cause issues. I wanted to just keep on keeping on, you know? And fine, I’m protective of him”. Which was working somewhat okay for him! He’d have liked to keep doing that! But if they do wind up becoming okay with this, with ghosts as a whole even maybe, then it’d be amazing.

“I can’t say I blame you, your aunt Alicia did the same with your grandparents”, giving Danny a bit of a look, “though I’m glad you didn’t have a fake marriage with someone just to continue to lie to us”.

Danny can’t help snorting at that a little, “I mean Sam and Tuck would totally go for that but no”. Sam would be on board purely to piss off her parents and Tuck was a weirdo who’d go along with just about anything.

She laughs a little too, good, “and I do want you at least talking to Mr. Lancer about this because, sweetie, you’re not cut out for calculus”.

Cut deep why don’t you.

‘Ha’.

Oh shut up. “And what? Tell him I’m mated to a ghost? Like sure, now I don’t have to worry about him calling you guys about that kind of statement but still”, glaring a little, “and that still wouldn’t solve the issue with the amplifier or me not being able to get out of said amplifiers range without a tracker going off”.

His mom looks suddenly a lot more awkward, “we could… code the Sifter to ignore his specific signature, the amplifier wouldn’t matter then. We’ve… had complaints over not already doing that”.

Okay that slightly ticks him off just a little bit, “you deserve to get complaints over that if you’ve been able to just do that this whole time”, groaning and putting his head in his hands, “your guy’s Phantom hate is really annoying, and not just because of the mate situation. That too but, ugh, you know what I mean”. Then he gets that fizzing sensation behind his eyes and can feel the little pricks of annoyance from Phantom, guy clearly had a thing or two he wanted to say. Sighing into his hands, “Phantom also has an annoyed thing or two to say about that“.

“We… we thought we were doing what was best for the town and by that do you mean, overshadow you? Instead of… coming? out?”.

Danny, still talking into his hands, “he’s still recuperating”. The eye fizzles gets a little more persistent, but hey at least he sorta asks now unless someone really pisses him off or he got over protective of Danny… Dropping his hands to look at her, quirking an eyebrow.

She sighs slightly, readjusts to be sitting up a little straighter, and nods at him, “alright, but Phantom better not get up and start puppeting your body around”.

That’s fair enough he supposes. And Phantom, the guy who is definitely not known for self restraint in this relationship, promptly flares his green eyes over Danny’s. Phantom crossing Danny’s arms at her and laying into her immediately, “I get that you guys have this whole ‘we’re ghost hunters and we don’t like ghosts’ thing going and that yeah this town has some bizarre ghost issues”, rolling Danny’s eyes, “how you guys keep attracting gods I do not know”, glaring at her again, “but being actively and knowingly malicious towards me is just kinda dumb since y’all do need me because again with the whole attracting gods thing-”. Okay Danny knows they don’t actually believe in the whole gods are ghosts thing. “-whether you believe they’re gods or not-”. Oh hey look Phantom’s valuing his input. “-oh shut up you, I always value your input”. Way to go making himself look crazy in front of Danny’s parents. At least all Phantom does that time is glare at nothing and give Danny’s core a little bit of an internal smack.

His mom blinking at Danny/Phantom, “is, is Danny still aware in there?”; she was very clearly tense but trying not to show it.

Phantom rolling Danny’s eyes, clearly not impressed that that was the part she was choosing to comment on, “I’m not actually over shadowing him. Just using a couple of things, with permission”. Sure the guy could do that without permission too but that wasn’t important right now; and it wasn’t something he was wholly opposed to either. “Enthusiastic permission sometimes”. Oh zone he did not need to say that! And Danny was gonna fight for his mouth back if the guy says something like that again.

At least Danny’s not the only one that found that statement embarrassing, his mom flushing a little and coughing, “right…”, clearing her throat, “maybe me and Jack have let our, opinions, cloud our judgment slightly-”. Danny seriously doubts she realizes how surprising that is to actually hear her say even if he’s heard it multiple times in the past year. “-but not having a way to at least weaken a clearly strong ghost is far more foolish. And frankly, the only reason I’m rethinking that, with you, is because of my son being your soulmate”.

And Phantom… Phantom sticks Danny’s tongue out her and makes a, “bleh”, sound. The fizzing fading as Phantom just gives Danny back his full control. Danny blinking a couple times before shaking your head, “that was real mature”.

‘She hasn’t earned my maturity’

Oh for fucks sake.

“You okay sweetie?”.

Danny sighing and making a point to give his mom a small smile, “I’m fine, he’s just being pouty”, shaking his head and frowning a little at her, “and mom, I get where you’re coming from with the strong thing but seriously, the town likes and has accepted Phantom, it’s way past time you guys did too”.

Her sighing and sagging a little, “I’ll… try, but as for accepting you two together, I stand by having suppers together”.

“Ah technically-”.

“I don’t care about technically’s, mister. Suppers without this, body sharing situation”.

“Yeah yeah yeah”.

“And I’ll call Mr. Lancer if you don’t”.

“Mom!”.

She smiles a little and shakes her head, “no buts. You can’t not have physical time with It- him, with him, and I’m sure the school will let you have a private library room for forty minutes”, narrowing her eyes a little, “just to hang out of course”, then sighing, “because yes, I… don’t think this relationship should be made public”. Danny absolutely can’t help flinching at that. It’s not surprising that she wouldn’t want anyone or, forbid, the whole town knowing about the Fenton son having a ghost for a soulmate. She winces, “I don’t mean it like that, I don’t mean it negatively. Just that, well, Phantom has that Phan club I accused you of being in, and I’ve seen the mobbing chasing videos”.

Danny blinking and cringing, rubbing his neck, right yeah, that. “Heh. Yeah. If it’s anything, he doesn’t like all that either and fine yeah that would make me trying to finish school a lot more difficult”.

“Yes, it would. Just like you not telling Mr. Lancer currently is”, her shaking her head slightly, “I’m not saying you have to tell him which ghost, but if you do I highly doubt he, of all people, would go harassing you about it”.

Okay that was fair, Lancer was pretty chill like that. And it wasn’t like a guy who side hustled as a drag queen was gonna give a crap about Danny being gay af, “oh I know he won’t, I’m just, not great at telling people things like this?”.

“Clearly”.

Danny wincing, “hah, yeah, sorry, again”, swallowing, “but you are going to Phantom proof the Sifter? Like, actually do that? Because yeah, that’s definitely not helping”, gesturing around a little, “makes him tired, and me tired, it’s messing with our communication, he can’t be in the zone for a long time, has to spend more time in me, yadayada”.

And she… she actually ruffles up his hair for the first time in this entire conversation, “yes, Danny, I meant what I said. Especially if it really is causing that many issues. Even if I did fully oppose this, which I do not, trying to break up soulmates is pointless, cruel, and never works. Like it or not, Phantom’s your soulmate; you have proof of it. And knowing your father he’ll act like he never ever once even had a problem with Phantom’s entire existence”, smirking, “he’ll probably even whip out the baby photos”.

Danny sputtering a bit, “what- no. Uh, he’s, um, probably already seen them anyways so there’s no point totally no point”.

‘Oh I definitely haven’t’

Danny blinking, blurting out, “wait you haven’t?”. That's weird, Danny would have thought ClockWork would have just shown the guy purely to mess with both of them.

‘Naw, Clocky says that’s totally your parents job. I will have so much fun with that’

What no! Ghost baby photos weren’t nearly as bad as human baby photos! Ugh!

“Do I want to know why you’re blushing? And what would make you think he’s seen them already?”, levelling Danny with a bit of a glare, “that ghost better not be snooping through our personal things. Our weapons are a different matter, he’s a ghost I expect that kind of snooping”.

Well he’s glad she can acknowledge that a ghost going through ghost hunter weapons was reasonable. “Uh, he’s just bugging me about the, baby photos comment”, and rubs his neck, “and his parent has a weird power set”.

She blinks at him, “his… parent”.

Danny quirking an eyebrow, “yeah?”. And wait shit right his folks still don’t believe that ghosts can reproduce or that adoption is a thing. “Uh, Phantom was literally never alive. A born ghost”.

She blinks harsher this time, “I… I think I’m going to want to revisit that later”, and then mutters, “that shouldn’t be possible”, to herself. Danny should probably refrain from giving her any more world shattering news today.

‘Like her son’s parent in law being the literal manifestation of time and older than the universe itself?’

Yeah! Like that!

‘Or like her son’s soulmate being the literal manifestation of death?’

That too. Definitely that too.

‘Then there’s also that you’ll probably be some kinda Ancient too when you finally kick it. Probably space. Eh definitely space’

Oh fuck him so much.

‘Who knows! Maybe you’re already an Ancient and just the Ancient of life! And that’s part of why we’re soulmates!’

That’s a massive mental plot bunny and an existential crisis that he doesn’t need to deal with right now… or ever possibly.

Danny shaking his head out, “uh yeah, probably a good idea”, pouting slightly, “but please get dad to at least spare me for a little while?”.

She still looks a little too wide-eyed but she does smile at him a bit meanly, “oh I don’t know mister, you’ve avoided it for almost four years already”.

“Moooommm”.

“I’ll hold him off for two diners, just two, but only if you tell him yourself about this”.

Oh zone. Was that worth it? Because yeah… dad, dad absolutely would just pull out the photo albums immediately. Especially once he found out they were soul mates and not ‘just a couple’ and that Danny and Phantom had been a thing for multiple years. And those ‘two dinners’ would give his dad some time to take shit in and calm the fuck down… damnit. At least an omniscient parent in-law didn’t need time to adjust to things!!! Danny sagging a little, groaning, “fine”.

She smirks at him, “good because he’s home and waiting”.

“Wait what!”.

“Do you really think I’d see Phantom going into your room all the time and not talk to your dad about that?”, she ruffles his hair again, sighing, “I convinced him to let me ask you about it alone, since he can be so, well, excitable”.

Okay… that was fair he thinks. His dad could be worse than FrostBite and Pandora, which was saying something.

‘Pandora only gets super excited about you because you can use weapons weirdly good’

Danny thinks Phantom is just jealous. Danny nodding a little at his mom, “yeah that’s true”, glancing at his desk, that shit was so not getting done tonight or ever possibly. Clapping his legs and pushing himself to stand up, “well I guess there’s no point in not just bitting the bullet now, huh?”.

She giggles at him faintly, “not really no. But are you sure you don’t need to lay down or sleep with Phantom ‘resting’?”.

Danny blinking, slightly confused, “no? I was tired and he’s still resting but I’m not tired now because he’s got some rest. That and I’m not being drained now from the, you know, connection picking up on him getting drained and hurt and stuff. And core contact is still physical contact so that helps too”.

She eyes him like she’s trying to sus out if he’s being honest or not, “hmm, okay”, getting up and walking with him to his door, “he’s probably worry tinkering with the toaster, again”.

Danny glaring as they head down, “I hate that stupid toaster”.

“But your dad loves it and that’s what matters”.

His mom gesturing him into the kitchen, “well go on”. Startling the hell outta his dad, who sends a couple pieces of toaster or random tech maybe, flying, “Danny-boy!”, tilting his head at Danny, “Mad’s talk to you about that darn spook?”.

Danny whines a little, shifting on his feet. Beating around the bush with his dad wasn’t only pointless but also dumb, “uh, yeah. About that-”.

“Is It breaking in!? Do I need to fight It!?! Did you manage to befriend a spook somehow!?! Does Phantom like space things and that’s why It’s busting into your room!?! Did you dare It to repeated duels for the Fenton family honour!?!”.

Oh goddamnit dad. “You don’t need to fist fight my freaking soulmate, he’s had enough of that tonight!”.

‘I mean, I’m not that tired now’.

Danny thinks Mr combative can chill out and not offer to fist fight Danny’s dad; especially since said dad would definitely say yes and probably eagerly.

His dad stills and blinks, “your soulmate!?! YOU FOUND YOUR SOULMATE!?!”, and suddenly Danny’s being bodily lifted up and swung around, “that’s amazing Danny boy! And he’s a ghost hunter!”, pausing and lowering Danny a little, not enough for Danny’s feet to actually be touching the ground but enough for his head to stop spinning a little, “a ghost ghost hunter. But still!”, and then continues swinging Danny around a couple more times. Eventually putting Danny down, his mom steading him while his dad chuckles awkwardly, “sorry ‘bout that kiddo! But a soulmate! Wow!”.

Danny shaking himself off violently, “uh, yeah. Zinged and everything”.

His dad laughing a little again, “ah I remember when me and your mom zinged”, then frowning a little and bending slightly to be just a little bit more on Danny’s level, “but why was your soulmate trespassing in the dead of night like on some sitcom? You could have dragged him in through the front door?”; rubbing his neck, “you know, when I imagined meeting my son’s soulmate, I pictured a barbecue. Handshakes. Possibly a back breaking hug. Not espionage!”.

‘Not espionage, he’s says. As if I’m not literally a ghost busting into a ghost hunters home’

Oh Phantom’s clearly a bit offended that the sneaking around might not have been super needed with Danny’s dad, at least now anyways. “Dad. He’s a ghost. One you’ve actively talked about dissecting in front of me???”.

His mom flinching while his dad goes wide-eyed, “oh”.

“Yeah. Oh is right”.

His mom sighing and putting a hand on Danny’s shoulder, “obviously that’s not happening, not now and not ever”. His dad nodding immediately, “I, uh, that hasn’t even been on the table for at least a year, and it never would have been if I’d know, that’s for sure”.

“Good?”. What is Danny even supposed to say to that? If either of his parents was actively cool with trying to chop Phantom up now he’d start throwing fists himself!

‘I’d totally be your cheerleader. I’d rock the outfit and everything’.

That was a mental image that Danny doesn’t know what to do with.

“So how long have you known?! Did he rescue you like a princess? Or did you bump into each other on the Nasty Burger roof? Was it a meet cute!”.

“What?!? No! Oh my zone dad”, Danny groaning and putting his head in his hands immediately. Ugh why are his parents so embarrassing??? Danny, at feeling his eyes fizz up again, just gives up. Let Phantom say whatever dumb shit he clearly wants to. Phantom not moving Danny’s hands from his face, snickers, “I yelled catch before body slamming him into a wall when your portal yeeted me out at him”. Yup. Stupid.

It almost sounds like his mom jumped, “P-Phantom! A little warning, both of you!”.

Phantom moving one of Danny’s fingers to peek a green eye out and smirk at Danny’s parents, “I will not apologize”.

Danny’s dad blinking at the green eye, “I’m confused and don’t want to jump to conclusions”. His mom sighing and turning to the man but keeping an eye on Danny/Phantom, “Phantom being a ghost and Danny being a human has apparently made things a bit weird”, sighing, “and we need to make the Echo Sifter Phantom tolerant”.

The man laughs, rubbing his neck and straightening back up fully, “ah yeah, I guess draining the ecto out of Danny boys soulmate would be pretty rude of us”.

Phantom fully dropping Danny’s hands and eyeing the large man, “ya think? I’m strong so I don’t care that much but it’s still annoying as fuck”. Dude can’t just be swearing at his parents!

Danny’s mom chastising him immediately, “language”; his dad doesn’t look super impressed either.

“You literally shot at me last week I think I can swear a little, as treat”.

Okay no Phantom can shut up now. At least the guy doesn’t fight him on giving him back control when he pushes for it. Danny shaking his head out, “don’t be a dick”.

“Danny!”.

Danny pouts at her and shakes his head again, eyeing his dad, “uh, ghosts are more involved with their cores so he kinda just, um, cuddles up with mine and recovers after fights and sh- stuff. And you know, the whole doctor recommended physical contact”, rubbing his neck, “explained it to mom”, and nods his head at her.

She nods at his dad herself, “it’s just part of being soulmates with them. So yes, Phantom is around, under Danny’s skin, a lot. Most of the time probably”, and looks back to Danny questioningly.

Danny wiggling his hand back and forth in the air, “eh? It depends, he was away more pre-Sifter, since we could still be connected via all that free floating ecto-”.

He’s legit not surprised when his dad interrupts him, “-so we need to stop depleting the town quite so much?”.

“That’d be nice yeah”.

His mom giving him a bit of a judging eyebrow, “only enough that what you guys are doing works again though, this town does not need to be contaminated enough to start growing ecto-plants”.

‘I for one don’t see the issue with that’

Of course he doesn’t, he’s a ghost. Granted Danny doesn’t take much issue with it either but that’s because Danny was firmly ‘ghost friendly’ and had been around ghost flora and fauna plenty enough. “Yeah yeah, okay”.

Both of them nod firmly at him, his dad going wide-eyed seconds later, “wait if he’s here then that means I can get the photo albums!”.

No no no no, Danny looking, panicked, at his mom immediately; trying to beg with his eyes. She smirks at him a little before turning to his dad, “Jack hon, no. We’re having some proper suppers with his soulmate first”.

“But he’s had supper with us?”.

“We didn’t know Phantom was there and Phantom wasn’t even out with us. Those don’t count”.

His dad deflates a little, “ah I guess you’re right”.

She nods strongly, “and they’re soulmate meet and greet suppers, not a research chance”.

“Aw but-”.

Danny can’t help but chuckle a little over how his dad shuts up immediately at her glaring. These ‘suppers’ were going to be weird and awkward as shit though. And he still had to talk to Lancer, ugh. Because yeah, fuck Calculus.

End.

Prompts: Maddie has been noticing the ghost boy actively going into her son’s room. What could the ghost boy want with her son? (Could be halfa Danny or split Danny) Soulmates AU (can be platonic/romantic/familiar/nuanced) Drs Maddie and Jack Fenton have created a new source of green energy that feeds on the ambient ectoplasm in Amity to simultaneously generate power and weaken those pesky spooks. Good dad Jack reveal! Anything involving Danny and Maddie's relationship. Fluff or hurt/comfort, good parent Maddie

[wrongbodies]

The Worst Science Convention I Ever Went To, the conclusion

After track practice ended, I took Bradley back to Randy's house. Randy's Mom was out, so it was just the two of us alone. Bradley wanted to dive right into homework, he was so innocent. I on the other hand had other plans. We were sitting on the floor of Randy's bedroom, having shoved the laundry aside, with our homework splayed out in front of us. I didn't reach for my pencil, though. I reached across the pages and touched Bradley's chest.

"Ooh, is this an invitation to skip math homework?" Bradley asked, a coy smile spreading across his face.

"Of course, cutie. Let me show you what I'd rather work on." I responded. I moved in closer and pulled his face down to mine. The kisses we shared were electric. The excitement was rushing me towards my suggestion, and it was overwhelming my caution. I had planned to try and ease my way into the plan, make it sound convincing and compelling.

Instead, I sort of blundered into the explanation.

"Bradley?" I started.

"Yes, babe?" He replied. He looked down at my face quizzically, but with affection.

"What if you could be someone else?" I asked.

"What do you mean? Like personality wise? Or are we talking some sort of metaphysical thing like 'what if I was born in China?'" He chuckled gently.

"No, silly. I mean - if you could switch bodies, would you do it?" I asked, intensifying my gaze.

"Hmmm..." He trailed off, looking down. He was giving it serious thought. "I suppose I would try it. We've been talking about consciousness and metacognition in one of my classes."

"So, what kind of person would you switch with?" I probed.

"What, like you? Are you trying to be kinky?" Bradley giggled.

"Noooo, ugh! Ok, what if we could be big college guys? Athletes?" I suggested, leadingly.

"Hey, I'm already an athlete!" Bradley quipped. He pointed at his twig like arms. "I've clearly done a lot of lifting."

"Babe, I know you are a runner. But like, what if we could be stereotypical strong jock types?" I said, pushing a little bit further.

"Oh... like a typical jock? I mean, I don't mind my body. And I love the way you look!" He said. Then he blushed as he thought about what he said.

"Babe, don't be embarrassed. I know how you feel. I feel it too, sometimes. Like what if I could just skip to college, get a degree and be a hot fuckboy." I said, going a little off my imaginary script.

"You would?" Bradley seemed to regain some composure. "You wouldn't mind leaving everything behind? Even me?"

"I wouldn't leave you, cutie. We'd both switch with someone!" I laughed.

"It sounds like you've thought a lot about this." Bradley said, turning to look into the distance. He looked away for a while, and then another splash of color spread across his face. "I guess- I guess I'd go anywhere you went. I wouldn't want to lose you."

"Aww, I appreciate that. And I love you." I said. I felt my own cheeks grow warm.

"I love you!" Bradley said, diving forward to wrap me in his arms.

"So let's do it." I whispered.

"Huh?" He mumbled. "Are you saying you actually want to?"

"Ok, don't freak out. I actually know a way we can." I said, shrugging slightly.

"You're messing with me. Don't goof baaaabe, I was going along with the thought experiment." He whined.

"No, babe, I'm being honest. I know how and know where. At that science convention I went to, I saw it happen!" I explained.

Bradley's eyes grew wide. For the next few hours we spoke at length about it. While Bradley seemed initially interested, it would actually take a long time to convince him it was safe, it was real, and that it was already arranged. Then I showed him pictures of my real body, and then a player on my lacrosse team I hated. Quinn. Fuck that guy. I had to admit he was hot, but his personality was trash and he was always picking fights with me. Jealousy, if I had to guess.

Bradley was sufficiently convinced pretty late into the evening. Randy's Mom had come home and was making dinner already. It seemed Bradley was so smitten with Randy - me, that he'd give up his Dad and small group of friends at school for this.

When I said goodbye to Bradley that night, kissing him goodbye in the deepest most passionate kiss I had ever shared that night, I reminded him it was going to be a great adventure.

****

The next day Bradley and I cut class for the first time in our lives - well, Randy's first time, I had cut many classes. We were driving in Bradley's cramped little sedan across the city. We held hands as he navigated to the lab belonging to Dr. Lark.

When we pulled up to the squat brick building in a plain business park, I saw that my car was already there. I was going to be quite impressed if Randy had actually convinced Quinn to come with him. He hated me, as Seth anyways, so I wonder what Randy could have possibly told him that would get him to agree.

We walked in, and Bradley's hands were sweating profusely. I could tell because we held hands, and he was also squeezing very hard. I stopped right before the door we were told to find.

"Hey." I said quietly. "Are you ok with this?"

"Yes. I just worry something might happen to us." Bradley said.

I leaned in and kissed his forehead gently. "Nothing bad. We will be fine."

Bradley nodded, looking a bit more confident. We walked into the office, and saw that most of it had been taken over by the experimentations of Dr. Lark. The scientist was standing on top of a platform not dissimilar to the one he had set up at the convention. He waved to us as we walked in.

My body was sitting at the side of the room at a table with a surly faced college boy I recognized. In truth, Quinn is quite handsome. He just has some sort of chip on his shoulder or stick up his ass. He scowls all the time, and always seems ready to blow up at someone. Usually me, at practice or games. He looked up at us and wrinkled his nose, but didn't say anything. I had spoken to Randy and we agreed to pretend not to know each other. For this to work, we wanted it to be as clean a break as possible.

Perhaps most fortuitous for us, when we asked Dr. Lark about trying the swap with another college boy, he was on board. He didn't even ask any questions. Seems like he just wants the data for his research. So, we decided it was a good enough arrangement and proceeded. Leading to Bradley and I standing near the orb today.

Dr. Lark explained the concept, and then Randy and I stepped forward and went first. This was key because we had to make sure we could make it happen again. Dr. Lark had also done research about what happened before, realized that the drifting entangles the minds of two people, and when both minds stray too far into the others psyche, suddenly ending the drift would force the minds into the body of the current psyche they were attached to.

To track this, he had rigged up a program that would indicate in a basic way on a monitor where each consciousness was relative to their bodies.

When I placed my hand on the sphere with Randy, the sensation was much as I remembered. We drifted off into a void, sounds, sensations, lights swirling around. We mingled in our memories and experiences, before long we were feeling each others emotions currently. It was clear that Randy had been struggling in my body. He had been feeling really depressed. He also seemed a bit intrigued that I wasn't as depressed. In fact, he found the feelings I had developed for Bradley quite amusing.

Before I could process his emotions more, we were yanked out of the void. When I came to, I was there in reality once more. Everything felt good again. I looked down and saw my hands, rough from playing sports for years. My lacrosse hoodie was on, and I had on some joggers I liked. I was beaming, it felt so right to be back home. I had to mask some excitement though, I didn't want Bradley to think I was overeager, and Quinn to think something was up.

I looked at Randy and gave a subtle nod. We dismounted from the platform and let the other two take our spots. They placed their hands and slipped into the trance like we had just done. Dr. Lark watched the monitors, and when it was time, he quickly deactivated the machine.

Bradley and Quinn started to come to, and at first neither of them seemed to sense anything was different. But then Quinn's face turned towards me, in my actual body. He smiled, a warmth and kindness to his expression I had honestly never seen before. He practically jumped off the platform to come embrace me.

The real Quinn, residing now in Bradley's scrawny body was staring. He was clearly confused by the sight of his body running to and hugging his teammate and enemy. His shock deepened when they kissed dramatically. I was watching his reactions with supreme satisfaction.

"Randy, omg I feel so different. Like I can run, but also I could just-" He wrapped his much thicker arms around me and lifted me off the ground. Impressive considering my body weighed a lot more than Randy's, but Quinn was quite buff. It made sense.

"What the fuck is going on?" Quinn asked, from Bradley's quivering mouth.

"Ok, looks like it's time for you kids to get going!" Dr. Lark barked, shooing the four of us out.

"Wait, wait, wait!" Bradley stammered. It was no use, Bradley and I helped drag him out, and Randy snickered from behind.

"Ok Bradley, it's time to go home!" Randy said to Quinn, who was still aghast at his tiny new body. He grabbed him by the wrist and led him to Bradley's car, fishing his keys out of his pocket. Quinn seemed too shocked to say anything now.

My Bradley on the other hand, in Quinn's handsome body, thick arms, short gelled black hair, and thick fuzzy brows, looked at me with a familiar loving look. "Hey 'Quinn' why don't we get out of here?"

"I would like that very much, 'Seth.'" He said, warmly.

"And remember, those are our names now!" I said, smiling. I knew he'd adjust easily. He had me, his "Randy" but as long as he calls me Seth I can accept him thinking I was a nerd inside.

For a long time after that day, I pondered what really happened in that first drift. I sincerely believe I had been straight before that. But I wonder if something else happened. Maybe Randy's sexuality and love for Bradley clung to my consciousness. As time went on, we found some things from Quinn seemed to have latched on to Bradley. Thankfully not his sexuality or temperament. However, his lacrosse skills came along, which was a boon for us to keep playing together. It also made it easier to explain my lack of academic prowess. I told him it must have went to Randy's new inhabitant.

While I felt guilty sometimes about what we did to Quinn, and the lie we were telling Bradley... I was happier than ever. My parents took it surprisingly well, especially since Bradley was a good influence on my personality. I calmed down a lot, saving all my sexual energy for my hot, smart boyfriend. I never had as much affection, love, and touch in my life. And the best part, being at college we had so much more time to spend together. I was excited to see what we'd do when we graduated. Where we'd go, together.

Note: Thanks to all who have been reading my stories. I love writing, it feels like a return to my old passion. I had not been writing much or at all for years. Rest assured I am already cooking up new ideas. Another plan is to introduce 1-shot stories for the Mindweft and other concepts I've already created. In my imagination, the swaps never stop!

[gyusvalentinesz]

Gyutaro Oneshot! (Detention Fic)

Sassy!reader Hey guys!! I've been working on this short story for a couple days now. Some parts I rushed on since I have to study for my science test, but I hope ya'll still like it!! (Also it's cringy so beware, lmk if there's any spelling errors) WORD COUNT: 1k Your day was going well, until some nerd ratted out on your little "prank" towards your teacher. You never thought you'd see the day you end up in detention, but here you are.

In your four years of high school, you had never been sent to detention before. You’ve always made sure your track record is squeaky clean, so you were not happy when Shinobu’s stupid prank had gotten you into detention.

She made you put thumbtacks on your math teacher's chair as a prank, or  else she would expose you for coughing on a donut in the cafeteria and then leaving it there. 

She specifically said, “Please, Y/N? He’s been really getting on my nerves lately. Do it or else I’m telling everyone about that one nasty donut incident!”

Unfortunately for you, your math teacher's eyes are as sharp as a hawks. Some smelly nerd ratted you out, and now you’re here. Getting sent to detention.

☆

At this time, the sun was still up. The air in the hallway smelt like sweat, dirty shoes, and some girls nasty strawberry pound cake perfume from Bath & Body Works. You watch in jealousy and despair as everyone gets to walk out freely into the world outside of school.

You and your girls had been walking laps around the school to stall time, but Mitsuri decided to be a goody two shoes and decided that you might get in trouble for being late. 

“Ugh,” you groan, looking down at the floor. “This is so stupid! I can’t believe I’d ever have to go into that sad room! I’m literally the queen of this school! Not some dirty delinquent!”

Shinobu just chuckles like it’s nothing. You give her a harsh side glance and scoff quietly at her. She was the one who got you in this mess! Some say you might be dramatic, but you know for a fact it’s not your fault. At least you think.

Noticing the tension, Mitsuri clears her throat and gives you a devious smile. “Good luck, Y/N! I heard that mantis boy is always there,” she winked with a playful look in her eyes.

You look up at her, unsurprised. Of course he’s there. Last week, you literally saw him shove someone into a locker and walk away like it was nothing!

“Of course he’s gonna be there, Mitsuri.” You mumble, your fingers fidgeting with each other in your pockets. “He’s always getting his ass into trouble.” 

You look down at the ground and slightly tilt your head to the side, trying to hide the blush spreading on your cheeks. 

You obviously don’t like him, right? He’s a complete loser and a freak. A popular girl like you shouldn’t be interacting with a guy like him, but you can’t help it. The thought of being alone with him in a room is making your face heat up.

Mitsuri looks down at your fidgeting hands and gasps loudly, startling Shinobu. “You like him, don’t you Y/N?!” She squeals, jumping up and down a little as if she just discovered Victoria’s secret.

“Shhh! Don’t say that out loud!” You yell, covering her mouth with one finger.

Shinobu turns to you both, looking confused. “Don’t say what out loud?” Her eyebrows furrow, slightly demanding an answer.

You and Mitsuri give each other a knowing look, and then look back at Shinobu and shrug. Shinobu just brushes it off.

“I’m gonna go now,” Shinobu pulls you guys into a loose hug, then scurries off. She looks back at you both and waves, “Bye guys!” she yells before running in the hall and almost bumping into a pole.

Mitsuri lets out a dreary sigh, “I guess I should get going too. Bye Y/N, have fun with your little boyfriend!” She blows an air kiss to you and runs over to Shinobu who’s still in the hall. Shinobu is so loud, you can hear her say, “Ew! Whose perfume is that? Wait, it’s actually kinda good.”

☆

The time has come. It’s time for you to stop dreading and finally enter the room of doom and smelly kids.

When you enter the room, your nose is immediately hit with the smell of sweat, moldy window sills, and depression. 

You look up to the ceiling, blinking back dramatic tears, and notice the blinking fluorescent lights. There’s literally the silhouettes of dead bugs in there.

There's only one kid in the room. His posture is built like an Oxford comma. Even with his head down, buried in his hands, and his hoodie up, you could still tell who it is by the green and black curls poking out. 

“Ew, this is the saddest thing I’ve ever seen,” you mumble a little too loudly, “Why does it stink in here?” 

Mr. Shinazugawa, the detention teacher, looks at you with disgust in his eyes. “Go sit down young lady. You better put the attitude in your pocket or else you’re getting twenty more minutes of detention,” he says sternly. You start to notice the veins bulging in his forehead, so you sit down.

You look down at the desk, and see the word “HELP” with a scratched broken heart drawing engraved onto the desk with what looks like pencil. 

You drag your finger lightly over the words, and can’t help but chuckle at the sight, “Goodness gracious…” you mutter, shaking your head.

The sound of your voice makes Mr. Shinazugawa almost whip his head off by turning at you so harshly.

“Y/N!” Mr. S’s voice booms like a dog with rabies. “Be. Quiet! Don’t make me make you write a whole paragraph on why you’re sorry. You’re lucky I’m too tired to read that junk today.” He shamefully mutters that last part, then stares intensely at you while running off to the bathroom. 

“I’m gonna use the bathroom. Gyutaro, make sure she doesn’t leave, yeah?” Mr Shinazugawa rushes out of the room and locks the door on you two.

You slowly turn your head to face Gyutaro, your movements slow. Honestly, you’re excited to talk to him, but you wouldn't say that out loud. To your surprise, he’s already looking at you.

“Your name’s Y/N, right?” Gyutaro says with a scowl on his face. Your eyes widen in shock from hearing his voice for the first time when he isn’t yelling at anything and everything.

You open your mouth to talk, but your words start coming out horribly. “Y-yeah, my name’s Y/N. How’d y’know?” You ask nervously. Obviously he knew you since you were the most popular girl in school, so now you question why you would even ask that. 

Goddamnit, I probably sound like a lost freshman right now, you think to yourself.

“I always see you in the hall,” He mutters, barely loud enough to hear. His usually loud voice is now quiet and somewhat soothing to you. His icy blue eyes meet your eyes, but dart to the floor.

Gyutaro awkwardly reaches his big hand up to the back of his neck, and he starts scratching and digging his sharp nails into it. 

“I see you with your friends when I walk in the halls. Mitsuri and Shinobu, right? Yall are loud as fuck when you talk.”

Gyutaro rolls his eyes in annoyance as if you’re the dumbest thing that crossed his mind and you try to stifle your laugh. It bubbles out anyways. “Yeah, duh. But don’t act like you’re better!” your arms cross in front of your chest, and you huff.

“I see you around sometimes, right? And you’re always yelling! Like- jeez… how have your vocal cords not given up yet?”

You raise an eyebrow, waiting for his response. He leans back in his chair like he’s bored.

 “I guess they’re just used to it, I dunno?” He pauses, “anyways, why’re you here? Thought you were always on the teacher's good side.” He slowly looks up at you, faking confidence, only to look back down like it’s a reflex.

Your face heats up in agitation just thinking about what happened. How the hell are you supposed to tell him that you tried to stab your math teacher's ass with a thumbtack?

“Um.. So you see…” Your voice trembles, and the buzzing of the lights starts getting louder.

He blinks twice, “So I see?”

“Like- basically…”

“Basically what?” He says with an annoyed tone. His face is developing his usual scowl again because your hesitation is pissing him off.

“Um…”

“Spit it out Y/N!” He snaps, narrowing his eyes.

“Fine! Fine! So, you know Mr. Kyogai, right? The math and music teacher? Well I tried to stab his ass with a thumbtack!”

Absolute silence. 

The lights start buzzing louder, and it seems a dead fly is reviving in there.

Gyutaro just stares at you as if you confessed to murder before bursting out in laughter. “WHAT THE FUCK Y/N?!” He leans back in his chair, almost falling.

“W-why would you do that?!” His face turns slightly red as he starts wheezing from laughing so hard.

You throw your hands up, “It wasn’t my idea! It was Shinobu’s, okay?!”

His laughter slowly dies down as he recovers from his laughing fit. “What, did she dare you or somethin’?”

“No,” you sigh, crossing your arms again. “She’s got blackmail on me about this ‘donut incident.’”

“The fucks the donut incident?”

“Um. So basically, I sneezed on a donut in the cafeteria and left it there since it cost five damn dollars, and I didn’t wanna buy it!” You look away, a slight smirk tugging at your face.

Gyutaro chuckles, then laughs fully. “That’s disgusting. You’re a fuckin’ menace y’know? I never knew the queen bee of the school was like that.” He grins, his eyes fully meeting yours again.

“Hey! Not everyone’s perfect!” You defend yourself.

☆

Mr. Shinazugawa eventually never ended up coming back since his younger brother, Genya, who is a student at the school failed his math test and got his ass whooped. 

You might’ve been locked in that room with Gyutaro for an hour instead of your original twenty minutes, but you honestly enjoyed it.

You learned that he’s actually pretty funny underneath that scowl of his. The only downside was that he kept making fun of you for how you control half the school's population.

When you both finally looked outside, the sun had already set. The door was locked, and the windows were too. So what did he do? He fucking smashed it with a chair. 

He then jumped out like it was nothing, which it really wasn’t since you guys were on the first floor. He told you to climb out, so you did. 

The school's alarms rang, and you two ran the hell out of there.

Would you get in trouble just for another detention experience with him again? Yes. 

Was the broken glass cutting into your sandals worth it? Absolutely not!