#Danny accidentally falling through the floor

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 71

Danny’s accident happens early. Little 6 year old child was left alone in the lab. Instead of popping out on the human side he ends up in the ghost zone.

Only temporarily. A natural portal opens. Dropping 6 year old Danny on top of John Constantine.

[dcxdpdabbles]

DC xDP idea: Misplace Baby

Danny makes a mistake.

He was messing around in Clockwork's lair-specifically the one with all the various clocks- when he accidentally broke a glowing gold hourglass on himself. It was the size of a house, so as the sand practically drowned him, he didn't notice his body shrinking until he dug out of the shimmering sand.

Danny stumbles on chubby little legs, panicking when he notices his clothes are suddenly too big and his hands are tinny. He fumbles to one of the old grandfather clocks to check his reflection in the glass. A small three-year-old stares back at him.

Danny screams, pushing away from the old clock. His actions cause him to trip over the leg of his pants, and he falls. Just as he tries to catch himself, the clock starts to ding.

Danny briefly recognizes the old melody of a Westminster before the clock's glass case swings open, revealing a portal, and he falls through. He catches a glimpse of Clockwork with a hand on his forehead, shaking his head in the doorway as he falls.

His face is dragged against the carpet as the Westminster chime rings behind him in the otherwise silent room. Groaning at the burn on his nose and cheeks, Danny sits up.

He turns around, watching in horror as the portal closes.

"No! No, no, no!" He opens and closes the glass door, but all he sees is the slightly swinging pendulum. Repeats his actions again and again. "Clockwork! Help! Clockwork!"

His mentor does not answer, and Danny can't feel him in the air. Can't sense his new father figure's gentle control over the flow of time. If he's learned anything in the last year he's been working as his appearance, this means Clockwork isn't in charge of this timeline.

He's in a universe so far from his original that not even the god of Time is the same. Moby Dick, he's gone and goofed now.

"Who's there?" A voice demands, and Danny whips around to see a startled man in a suit. A fine black two-piece suit that looks more expensive than Danny's house and car. Oh no, a rich man.

The man's blue eyes soften when he sees Danny. "Hey there, chum. What are you doing in my study?"

Danny blinks up at him as the man walks closer. At the closeness, the halfa's body betrays him. He starts to sob. Strong, painful sobs that wreck his whole body, and he can't breathe from how much he's crying.

The man's arms are around him in seconds. "Oh, Chum, it's okay. You're okay."

He lifts him up, pressing his wet face against his neck as he pats Danny's little back. It is humiliating, but Danny can't help but cling to the strong shoulders and curl against the warm chest as he cries. His tears and snot are all over the man's suit, but he doesn't seem to care as he comforts Danny.

Eventually, he cries to sleep, tear-stained face still pressed against the stranger's neck and his little head leaning against a strong shoulder. The rich man carefully tilts his head to ensure the toddler is fast asleep.

Once confirmed, he takes the small boy to the guest rooms. He needs answers- who is the boy? Where did he come from? Is he the son of one of the Gala attendees? What had the boy been doing at the clock guarding the Batcave?- but he will find those later. Right now, he needs to tuck this small child into bed.

"Master Bruce, your guests are waiting for you to give the speech," Alfred says, catching him at the stairway. The butler's eyes zone in on the small child in Bruce's arms before nodding. "I shall inform Marster Dick to speak for you. Who may this young lad be?"

"I'm not sure. I just found him crying in the main study." Bruce tilts his head to the upper floors. "I'm going to tuck him in."

"I'm afraid I only prepared the room next to Master Damian in preparation for Master Jon's visit. Thankfully the lads would not be opposed to sharing a room for the night if I request it of them."

"Thank you, Alfred. I'll be down as soon as I-"

"Who's child is that!?" Jason demands, stomping his way up the stairs. He's missing his suit jacket, and there is a nasty red stain on the front of his white shirt. Likely he's come for a change after "accidentally" dumping it on himself to get away from the Gala.

The toddler's nose wrinkles, indicating his sleep may be interrupted. Quickly, Bruce pats his back, humming a lullaby before the child can wake. The boy settles after a small sigh. He gives Jason a warning glare that the young man has the decency to look remorseful.

"Jason," Bruce starts, voice hushed. "I found him in the main study. He looks distressed, but a few minutes ago, I got an alert that someone had gotten into the manor. When I followed the motion detectors, it led me to this little guy."

"A baby broke into the manner? That's hardcore." Jason replied, peering at the sleeping child only to gasp. "It's another mini-you!"

"No," Bruce tells him, but secretly he thinks the same when he first finds the little boy in the main study. He had already taken a lock of the boy's hair. Just, you know, in case.

"Nice try, old man." Jason pulls out his phone, his thumb flying over his screen. A soft ding comes from the pockets of Bruce and Alfred. He doesn't have to look to know his son has just told all his siblings about the child.

A series of dings follow shortly after.

Bruce sighs, choosing not to answer, nodding to Jason and Aldfed as he quickly goes up the stairs. At least Alfred delays Jason from following by scolding him over the red stain.

Once the boy is safely placed into the bed, he carefully changes him into a pair of Damian's smallest pjs. They are still far too big for the boy but better than the jeans and white shirt he wore. He's happy to find that besides the red on his face- it looks like carpet burn- and a small bruise on his knee, the boy is unharmed. He places a stuffed octopus in the toddler's arms- smiling as the little one automatically clings it to it - before rushing down to the Batcave.

There he runs the DNA tests just as he reviews the camera footage. There he catches the toddler walking out of the woods, pushing himself through a small gap in the metal fence and wandering around the manor until he finds an open window and crawls in.

The window was opened by one of his Gala guests taking a smoke break. Bruce felt a small annoyance that they didn't follow his "no-smoking" rule even when he had explained on multiple occasions it was due to Tim not having a spleen and being worried about his health. He'll have to blacklist that man.

The child had not gracefully fallen into the manor, and Bruce winced as the boy slammed against the carpet floor as tripped. It explains the marks on his face. The boy had then cried for a few minutes- his cries must have been drowned out by the music of the Gala- but then he must have realized that no one was coming for him, so the baby had gotten up and wandered through the house crying.

He had found himself in the main study, where a few minutes later, Bruce had seen him.

Rewinding the camera, Bruce's eyes narrowed at seeing a piece of paper pinned to the boy's clothes. It looked like it fell off when he crawled through the window. Checking on the DNA test, Bruce left the cave to look for the paper.

He found in the hands of Cass, whose eyes were going over the words with fascination. She looks up at him, unsurprised by his approach- no one could sneak up on Cass- and smiles widely. "Baby brother?"

"What?"

She hands him a letter. It's short and to the point; it claims to be an old fling that gave birth three years ago, but she doesn't want anything to do with the child. She's sending the boy to the manor and is out of the country by the time he arrives.

She leaves no name.

Bruce can't remember anyone with whom he had a fling three years ago, so he knows it's a lie. Still, he would rather not find her if the child was abandoned like this. He's not sure he wouldn't break all her bones.

"I don't think he's mine," Bruce tells Cass. She tilts her head with a frown, staring at him with a soft glare until he sighs. "But I won't mind keeping him."

She beams.

The two make their way to the Batcave and find Dick already there. He's staring at the screen displaying the DNA results with a stupefied expression.

"Chum?" Bruce asks, but Dick doesn't respond. He only gapes at the screen. Cass skips next to him before she, too, freezes, and Bruce is slightly worried about what he will find.

There is a match between the boy and someone in the manner alright. But it's not with Bruce.

It's a match with Dick.

"Holy rapid-ranging ravens, I'm a father." Dick gasps.

Clockwork runs his fingers through his idiotic son's hair three floors above them. Kronos stands guard at the door, arms cross as he watches the visiting time god carefully whip the dimension travelers' memories.

Kronos is in charge of this universe timeline, but when he was approached by Clockwork asking for a favor, well, it was not hard to shift some events and make Danny a legit background.

He was now the son of Dick Grayson and Stacy Quinell. One was a boy who had been born in a circus but was forced to leave it after the death of his parents. When life got too rough, the boy would join the circus for short trips under the name Dan Danger.

The other was a girl whose parents were so determined to control every aspect of her life and were going to force her to marry a man twice her age she left home at sixteen.

She joined a traveling circus-Haley Circus- where she had a fling with Dan Danger. The night Dan was meant to go, she had seen him without his mask and learned it to be Dick Grayson.

Upon discovering her pregnancy, Stacy feared being kicked out of the circus, so she took a short break, gave birth to the boy, and kept him until he was three, thus demeaning him old enough to be without his mother.

She took him as close as she could to Wayne Manor and left. She intended to return to Haly's Circus, unaware of the fate that waited for her. Unaware of the Cout that needed new talons.

"Are you sure about this?" Kronos asks, "I'm all for discipline, but having the boy forget everything about himself for going into the timeline room?"

"It's not a punishment," Clockwork says. "It's a gift. Danny had lost so much when his parents learned the truth. His sister died trying to get him out of the house. His best friends were crippled when trying to hide him. His town was blown to pieces when his parents decided that no one in Amity Park could have a family if they could not have their children. Danny had spent years wishing to forget but mostly wishing to be a normal child. I will forever be grateful if a lifetime here grants him that."

Kronos frowns. "You have no power here. You do not know what awaits him."

"True, I know not of the trials and tribulations Danny will face, but I know you do. And you would not let anything happen to him, won't you." Clockwork looks at Kronos through his lashes and the other god of time swallows.

"Of course, my love. I will protect him. But unlike you, I can not get involved with mortals as easily. I will not be able to shield him."

"His new family will," Clockwork says, pressing his face against Danny's hair one last time to breathe him in. It will be a lifetime before he can hold his son. "The bats have faced worst odds."

Kronos tilts his head in agreement. "They have rewritten fate on numerous occasions. Even the Flashes have only been able to overturn fate but never truly go against it."

"The Court of Owls?"

"Danny will deal with them in time. His new mother is on her way to becoming a Telon. He will erase them from the timeline once he learns what they have done to her." Krono answers, eyes glowing as events of the future play before him. He watches a glowing figure battle against the king of the dead, his white hair shining brightly. "He seems to take the throne from the king of dead even here. Remarkable."

"My son is the most remarkable being around," Clockwork says proudly. He flouts from the bed, leaving behind a child with only memories of three years and a few false imprinted glimpses of the circus trailer his mother hid him in. He presses a kiss against Krono's lips. "I find myself wishing for another child. Will you assist me with that love?"

Kronos snaps them out of existence just as Danny opens his eyes and feels a small loss. It's quickly forgotten as his new father runs into the room to gasp. "Hey there, buddy, do you know who I am?"

Danny Grayson is introduced to his uncles and aunts later that night. He also meets John Jones and his niece Megan Morse who ask him a few questions about his past. Danny gets a funny feeling around them, as if someone was running their fingers through his hair but inside his head.

Thankfully they find everything to be alright.

And a new generation is born.

[cursedzucchini]

I'm currently taking care of family friends' cat bc they're on vacation, so obviously I'm gonna use that lol.

So. Vlad's on vacation. He has to leave his cat behind. He somehow forces Danny to take care of it while he's gone. You get the picture.

But the problem is, batfam started looking into this shady millionaire. And they finally decided to take action and look through this creep's mansion. But they forgot he obviously hired someone for babysitting his cat.

So now Danny walked in, he has headphones in, he's singing songs, doing his little dance. He gives the cat food, pets her, let's her out. Maybe he even gives water to the plants. And than he plops down, connects to the wifi and goes on social media.

Meanwhile batfam are trying to quickly figure out how to quickly complete their mission, without allerting this random teen. That's not that hard on itself, but he always seems to follow them! Especially Jason, Cass and Damian.

[another addition is that when Danny finally discovers them, they scare him so badly, he falls on the floor, accidentally duplicate and turns into his ghost form. He's floating over his body, looks down and then back at the bats "...I was about to say you scared me to death, but I don't think it's appropriate anymore" (yes I did thought of this specific scenario jist to put that joke there leave me alone). Batman meanwhile is trying very hard not to adopt the ghost (and cry. He's trying very hard not to cry.)]

[raaorqtpbpdy]

Thermodynamic Panic

This is my Truce gift for @evilfarmin using the prompt:

Danny gets stuck in the thermos (he is NOT happy about this)

You can also read it on AO3

[Warnings for confined spaces and anxiety]

Contrary to certain people's claims, Danny was not a klutz. He may have a lifetime ban from handling fragile school equipment, but that was not an accurate reflection of how clumsy he was. That had been months ago, and out of his hands (literally, which had kind of been the problem), and he had much better control now.

No, Danny wasn't a klutz.

So what if he was currently stuck in the Fenton thermos after accidentally knocking it off his desk so it hit the floor capture-button-first? That meant nothing.

...

Ancients it was cramped in here. It was a good thing Danny wasn't claustrophobic.

This wasn't the first time he'd been trapped inside the thermos, although it was the first time he'd accidentally trapped himself. At least the last time this had happened, he'd been able to blame Jazz. 

Now, she was klutzy. Compared to her, Danny was as graceful as a ballerina.

A ballerina who was currently trapped inside a soup thermos, starting to feel bad for all the other ghosts he'd captured in this thing.

Man, there was one time he'd caught a good twenty or thirty ghosts in here before releasing him into the Zone. He really should empty it more often than he did. He was probably lucky that there weren't ghosts already trapped inside when he bungled himself into this mess. 

Not bungled, he didn't bungle things. It wasn't his fault—whether or not the thermos had allegedly been sitting halfway off his desk at the time because his desk was such a mess at the moment that there wasn't enough space for it. 

Yeah, this one was on gravity.

When he got out of this, he swore, he was going to be more considerate, not trap so many ghosts all at once, and release them more quickly. 

Right now, though, he had to figure out how to get himself released from here. 

He couldn't really communicate with anyone while he was inside the thermos, and since the thermos was on his bedroom floor the odds of it being picked up were slim to none. No one in his family went into his room without permission, and Sam and Tucker weren't likely to just come over and barge in either. Even if they did, Danny had no way of knowing what was going on outside anyway.

At this moment, his entire world consisted of the inside of this thermos. Pitch dark, cramped beyond belief, and reeking of old ectoplasm.

Come to think of it, Danny was pretty sure he'd never washed this thing before. When he got out of here, that was going to change. It was disgusting. 

He wondered if the Fenton Thermos was dishwasher safe. 

It probably was, right? He'd dropped it in a pool once and it was fine, so the casing had to be water tight, and he couldn't think of a reason why heat would be a problem, since it was made of treated steel and not cheap plastic. Wait, would putting it through the dishwasher wash off the ecto-protective coating? Would it still be able to keep ghosts in?

He should ask his mom. She would know... probably. 

Then again, he'd never seen his parents clean any of their equipment either. Was carelessness genetic, or was it just not designed to be cleaned? That couldn't be sanitary.

...

Ugh, this was so boring.

Even if he could ignore the tight-squeeze, the darkness, and the smell, the boredom would soon overwhelm him.

Maybe if he kept his desk cleaner this wouldn't have happened.

Yeah, like that was gonna happen. Those empty chip bags and soda cans lived there. It was more their desk than his at this point. He couldn't just evict them because of his own selfish desires.

Danny squirmed, trying to get into an even slightly more comfortable position. Unfortunately, it didn't seem like that was going to be possible.

Annnnd... now his arm was starting to fall asleep.

Being trapped in the Fenton Thermos sucked eggs.

Oh, eggs.... His stomach growled. Skipping breakfast was a bad idea.

He hoped that someone would find him soon. He didn't even care if it was burglars breaking into his room or something. Hell, he would take Dash. He just wanted out of this damned thermos. Being stuck in here was way worse than being shoved in a locker.

...

How long had it been?

Hours? Days?

Did time pass the same on the inside of the thermos as it did on the outside?

Wow, he must really be bored if he was contemplating the relative passage of time. He wasn't exactly a time kinda guy. Time was immutable, and none of his concern. He didn't like thinking about the past or the future. And anyone could attest that he didn't do a lot of thinking in the present either.

Danny was much more taken with space. Not just outer space, but linear movement and location, too.... Mostly outer space, though.

Being stuck in one place, without even the room to stretch his legs was agony.

He just wanted a little bit of space.

Wait. If someone moved him... would he know? Would he even be able to tell from inside the thermos?

What if someone saw the thermos and brought it down to his parents' lab? That was where Fenton tech was supposed to go most of the time, after all. Someone might see the thermos and assume it was in the wrong place, that Danny wasn't supposed to have it in his room at all.

Then, when his parents saw the thermos in their lab, they might hit the release button. And then Danny would be standing there in full Phantom form, right in front of his parents, in their lab, surrounded by their entire ghost hunting arsenal, and he'd be done for.

So maybe he did care who found him... just a little.

He hoped maybe Sam and Tucker would show up.

They'd definitely make fun of him for trapping himself in the first place, but he could deal with a little ribbing if it meant being found by people he trusted.

If Jazz found him, he'd be in for a long, annoying lecture about mindfulness and being more careful with technology that could cause him trouble. That would be a lot worse than being teased by his friends, but honestly, he would take that too. 

He just wanted out of the frying pan, hopefully not by way of the fire. Well, out of some kind of camping supply anyway, a thermos maybe, for example. Just spitballing here.

Suddenly, the pressure eased, and he was standing on his feet in the middle of his room. Across from him stood his sister, thermos in hand.

"Jazz!" he cheered. "You have no idea how happy I am to see you! Do have any idea how long I was trapped in there? What day is it?"

"Calm down, Danny" Jazz said, rolling her eyes. "You were only in there for about five minutes. Don't be so melodramatic.

"... Oh."

"I heard a thunk from your room, and came up here when you didn't respond to me asking if everything was okay," she explained. "Then I saw the thermos on the floor and figured out what must've happened. If you'd had to go fight a ghost, you would've brought it with you. 

"You know you really should be more careful with technology like this," she continued, her face growing stern. Here came the lecture. "You could end up getting in some real trouble with it. If I hadn't heard it fall, who knows how long you could have been stuck in there."

Danny groaned. He knew this was going to happen.

"Don't you groan, this is important! Are you listening to me?"

[willalove75]

Rebecca/female reader - accidental stimulation first time. They fall or play fight and get turned on

This is a fun one! Thanks so much for the request!! 💕

Warning: 18+ Minors DNI

*phone dings* Text from Keeley:

"RICHMOND WON! MEET US AT THE CLUB WE'RE GOING OUT!!"

You get ready and head out, Keeley meets you outside of the club and brings you in through the VIP entrance. The music is so loud you can feel the base under your feet and in your chest. The whole team is there, including the coaches, the kitman, Higgins and Rebecca.

"Do you want a drink?!" Keeley shouts over the music.

"Yes please!!" You shout back.

You head to the bar and order a drink. You take a seat and wait, Keeley runs off to Roy and a few others and points over to you and they wave, you wave back and wait for your drink. Out of the corner of your eye you see someone shift and you look over and see Rebecca, and damn she looks good. She gives you a seductive look and you smile back at her.

The two of you have been flirting for a long time now, Keeley and Rebecca are basically best friends so you've never acted on it, but it's been fun secretly flirting every time you see each other.

You get your drink and head over to the group.

"Congratulations guys!" You shout.

"Come on! Dance with me!" Keeley says, grabbing you and pulling you to the tiny dance floor.

You and Keeley dance as you sip on your drink. You look over and see Rebecca sitting on one of the couches, her arms draped over the sides, looking straight at you. You decide to put on a little show for her and you sway your hips to the music as you dance with Keeley.

You finish your drink and grab another one and head back to the dance floor. You look back over and Rebecca is gone, you're a little disappointed but you quickly forget about your disappointment and have fun with your friend.

Two drinks down and you're onto your third, you're starting to feel a good buzz going so you slowly nurse your third drink as you dance and laugh with everyone. Every so often you and Rebecca would catch each others sight, she would give you one of her usual looks, and you sway your hips and slowly drop down.

You and Keeley sit down on the couches and take a rest and hang out with some of the other team members.

"Hold my drink, I have to pee!" You say to Keeley.

"Okay! Want me to come with you?" She asks.

"I'm good!"

You make your way towards the bathroom, waving to some team members and the coaches. You hear Danni call your name and you turn towards him, as you turn around, a very drunk Collin runs into you and you lose your balance. Just when you think you're going to fall flat onto the floor you feel strong arms around you. You look up and see Rebecca standing over you, you feel your heart skip a beat.

She looks down and gives you a sultry smile.

"Careful now." She says looking into your eyes.

You feel like someone flipped a switch on you, you feel pulses shoot down into your core when your hear her voice.

You see her eyes change from concerned to lust as she holds you in her arms. She helps you stand up straight but doesn't take her hands off of you.

"Sorry, uh, thank you." You say shyly.

"Don't get shy on me now." She says with a smirk. She leans in closer to your ear. "I saw you putting on a show for me earlier."

You feel your knees get weak as another pulse shoots down. Rebecca holds you tighter to keep you standing. You feel her breath on your neck and your heartbeat races, she can tell you're flustered and smiles at the satisfaction.

You take a small step back and she looks you up and down.

"Oh no, you've spilled something on your dress." She says, looking back at you.

You look down and see a stain on your leg, Collin must have spilled his drink on you when he bumped into you. You look back up at Rebecca who has a coy smile on her face.

"Come," she says grabbing your hand. "Let me help clean you up."

You go to speak but no words come out, she pulls you into the bathroom and locks the door behind you.

You lean up against the counter as Rebecca turns away to grab paper towels, you can't help but stare at her perfect ass and long legs. You feel another pulse shoot down and a dampness between your legs. She turns around and catches you staring, she raises an eyebrow at you but says nothing and runs the paper towel under the sink. You watch her as she squats down in front of you and slides her hand up your dress to pull it tight so she can dab it with the wet paper towels. Your knees begin to feel weak so you tightly hold onto the counter. You can see down the front of her dress and look up trying to avert your gaze. She looks up at you, noticing you're trying to look away and smiles.

"Don't tell me you're one of those that can flirt all day but when it comes down to it, you shy away?" She says, fixated on the stain.

You look down at her and your eyes meet hers.

"No, I just-" you studder. "I just never thought it would ever-"

Her long fingers caress your thigh and you shudder, completely forgetting what you were saying.

"What was that?" She asks.

You feel your arousal growing rapidly, unable to focus on anything else.

"I don't- nothing." You say, trying to keep your breath from shaking.

"Funny, I thought you were saying something." She says, teasing you.

She slides her hand around the inside of your thigh and slowly drags her nails back across.

You bite your lip and furrow your eyebrows, she does it once more and you let out a small moan.

"Good girl." She says.

You open your eyes and she looks into yours as she stands up, pressing her body against yours. She plays with the hem of your dress, gently pulling at it. All you want her to do is slide her fingers between your legs as your core throbs. She pulls your dress up and slides her finger across the front of your panties, a chill runs up your spine, desperate for her to satisfy you.

She pulls her hand away and holds your chin between her thumb and finger, pulling you close to her, your lips just barely brushing together. She looks into your eyes and pulls away, you let out a small whine as she denies you everything you're craving. She leans into your ear.

"So eager to be pleased I see."

You nod your head. She brings her hand back to the front of your panties and plays with the elastic, you gently rock your hips, she gently slides her finger between your legs and drags it up your slit.

You let out a moan that turns into another whine as she pulls away.

"Please," you say, desperate for her touch.

"What was that?" She asks.

"Please, Ms. Welton, please." You breathlessly beg.

Her eyes go dark and she wraps her hand around your head and pulls her lips into yours, your tongues immediately swirl around each others in a fiery passion. She pulls away and puts her lips to your ear.

"Say it again." She says, more demanding.

"Ms. Welton, please, I need you inside of me." You beg.

She growls with pleasure and pulls your lacey thong down. You spread your legs, leaning back on the counter and she rubs her fingers across your folds. She smiles as she feels you dripping, coating her fingers in your juices before sliding two fingers into you.

You let out a moan and throw your head back. She leans in and places a kiss on your neck, sliding her fingers in and out of you slowly, curling them each time she enters. You grind your hips against her hand and she grabs your hip with her other hand and holds them steady.

"Not yet." She whispers into your ear.

You groan as you lean your head into her, she brings her hand up from your hip and cradles the back of your head, her fingers grabbing onto your hair.

She picks up the pace and thrusts her hand harder, your legs begin to wobble and you grab tightly onto her. You moan louder, grateful that the music on the other side of the door is so loud so no one can hear you. She curls her fingers deep into your spot and you cry out.

"Fuck, you're gonna make me-" She sinks her teeth into your neck and you cry out in pain and pleasure. She gently licks the bite mark and tightens her grip on your head.

"I'm gonna make you what?" She whispers.

"You're gonna make me cum." You whimper.

"Yeah?"

You nod and whine as you clench harder around her fingers, your orgasm building rapidly.

"Cum for me baby." She grows into your ear.

That was all you needed, the sweet release floods through you as you scream out her name. She doesn't stop as you continue to cum onto her fingers, your nails digging into her skin, ecstasy taking over your body. She slows her pace and slides her fingers out of you, still holding onto her as your legs shake.

"Good girl." She says as she kisses your neck.

You rest your head on her shoulder and try to catch your breath.

"Oh my god." You pant.

She stokes your hair and kisses your neck as you gain your composure. You legs steady themselves and you loosen your grip on her. She brings her fingers to her lips and licks them clean and pulls you into a deep kiss. You can taste yourself on her lips as your tongue slides into her mouth. She turns the both of you so her back is to the counter, her lips move to your neck where she places kisses up it and nibbles on your ear.

"Now be a good girl and return the favor." She whispers.

"Yes ma'am." You say.

You pull up her dress and lower yourself to your knees, sliding your hands down her tiny waist, over her round hips and down to her thighs. She leans back on the counter and looks down at you, her eyes glowing. You spread her legs and gently rub her through her soaked panties. She lets out a small moan and you pull her undies down to her ankles. She grabs the back of your head and pulls you into her. Your tongue slides between her folds, licking her up and down. She tightens her grip on your hair and moans loudly.

"Yes, just like that." She says, draping one of her legs over your shoulder.

You drag your tongue up and down her slit, her juices dripping onto your chin. You lick up to her clit and flick your tongue back and fourth across it. Rebecca lets out another moan and you wrap your lips around it and suck. You feel a shock run through her as she cries out, her heel digging into your back. You lick and suck on her lips, you can feel her pussy throbbing every time you make contact with it. You go back and fourth with licking her pussy and sucking on her clit, and she grinds into your face. You grab her ass and pull her onto you more. You dart your tongue in and out of her dripping cunt and latch onto her clit again. She lets out a moan and you feel her legs begin to shake.

"Fuck, yes." She pants. "Make me cum." She pulls harder on your hair and you dig your nails into her.

You lick and suck her harder, bringing her closer and closer to orgasm. You hear her moans go up an octave and feel her throbbing, you know she's close. You wrap your lips around her clit once more and flick your tongue over it as you suck on it and she cries out. Her hips grind into your face as her body shakes above you. She screams out a note you didn't think was possible to hit as you feel her explode in your mouth, her juices covering your face. You hold onto her clit for another second and gently lick up her pussy again, sending shockwaves up her body. Her shaking leg slides off of you as you start to stand, holding onto her hips, keeping her steady. You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand and she wraps her arm around you more, her other hand resting on your cheek. Her face rests against yours as she catches her breath.

"Good girl." She pants, stroking the back of your head.

You feel her heartrate return to normal as she holds you close. She turns your face towards hers and gently kisses you. She holds your face and you tighten your grip on her waist, her hand holding your hair at the back of your neck. You slowly part and she gazes into your eyes with satisfaction. She takes a step away and pulls her panties up and fixes her dress and you do the same. She walks up to you and swipes her thumb across your cheek, cleaning what's left of her off of you. She turns to unlock the door.

"Until next time." She says, looking over at you with a smirk.

"When will that be?" You ask, having more eagerness in your voice than expecting.

She pauses for a second and looks at you, a smile crosses her face and she pulls a pen from her bag and grabs a paper towel and scribbles onto it.

She leans into your ear when she hands it to you and whispers

"Whenever you want."

She pulls away and gives you a wink. She turns, unlocks the door and walks out, leaving you standing there with the paper towel in your hands. You look down and see an address and her phone number. You feel excitement in your belly and head back out, putting the piece of paper towel in your purse when you get back to it.

"What is that?" Keeley asks.

"Oh nothing," You say.

"What took you so long? I thought you fell in!"

"Oh," you laugh. "Collin bumped into me so I had to clean myself off a little."

You see Rebecca out of the corner of your eye and you look over, she sees you and gives you a wink as she walks out. The excitement builds again, hoping it won't be too long until you see Rebecca again. 'Maybe' you think to yourself. 'I'll just pay her a visit tonight.'

Keeley grabs you and pulls you back out to the dance floor, for the rest of the night Rebecca is on your mind, and you know that's exactly what she wanted.

[readyforthegarden]

Season of the Witch - Part Two

Masterlist

Pairing: Sam Kiszka x F!Reader, Danny Wagner x F!Reader

Synopsis: Danny always told you, you shouldn't play with things you don't fully understand. When trying your hand at magic, you accidentally summon something more than you bargained for. Now stuck, you try to find a way to rid yourself of him, but what if the only way of ridding yourself of him is dying?

Warnings: mentions of sex, mentions of witchcraft, angst, 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!

WC: 3859

You woke up with a start, sitting straight up in your bed. Your shirt clung to your damp, sweaty skin as you untangled yourself from your sheets. Your mouth was incredibly dry, almost cottony, and you nearly fell to the floor as you stood up. Your mind was trying to process something, something you couldn’t put your finger on, but it wouldn’t let you push it aside, letting it nag at you. Shuffling into the kitchen, you grabbed a glass from the cupboard and filled it at the sink, gulping down the tap water before getting another glass to quench your thirst as you thought.

“Good morning, Fawn.” you jumped, the glass slipping from your hands and shattering into pieces on the floor. Everything rushed back to you in a flash. Leaving Danny’s apartment, the web searches for the curse, the shaking, the fear, the strange man that was in your apartment. “I wish you wouldn’t have done that, I already cleaned up your mess from last night.” 

You froze, partly scared to move and cut yourself on the shattered glass, and partly because the voice was right behind you, so close that if you moved, you were sure his lips would graze your ear.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” the man informed you, his voice strangely soothing. “I swear on your soul.”

“My soul?” you whispered, glancing over your shoulder at him. He smirked and shrugged nonchalantly.

“It’s not worth much, but it is something.” he twirled a lock of your hair around his finger. “Did you sleep well?”

“Please don’t,” you turned your head, tugging your hair from his grasp. He let it float out of his hand, continuing to smile at you. 

“Are you still afraid of me?” he tsked at you, angling his chin towards his chest to give you the biggest doe eyes manageable. 

“I-I don’t even know your name…” your hushed breath fanned across his face. Straightening up, the man grinned, standing back and tugging on the lapels of his crimson, satin suit to make sure they were even. 

“My name is Samuel,” he introduced himself. He stared at you expectantly.

“Oh, uh I’m-“

“No need.” Samuel cut you off dismissively. “As you slept I took the liberty of going through your things.” He continued, rattling off your full name, height, and weight, proudly. You pictured him rummaging through your bag in the early hours, studying your driver's license. “That’s more than my people care to know after a bonding. Usually you don’t learn the other's name until after the fornication.” 

“The what?!” you nearly jumped out of your skin, inching your way away and around the island, away from him. “There will be absolutely no fornicating!” Samuel watched you back away into the living room of your apartment with a smirk, and when you were close enough to the door, you turned to throw it open and run out. 

“Going somewhere?” you were nose to nose with Samuel as he arched an eyebrow mockingly. 

“Let me go,” you whispered. “Please, this was just a mistake and I’m really sorry. Let me go find my friend, and we can fix this.” 

“Little fawn,” Samuel raised a hand slowly, as if you truly were the skittish woodland creature he named you for. He brushed your hair back from your face, gazing down at you. “There is no undoing what has been done. We are bound for eternity by a stronger magic than you can comprehend.” you could feel your face fall from fear to despair, and something in the being in front of you softened, only slightly. “But if you want to see your friend and have them tell you the same thing, then so be it.” You didn’t want to believe him, but a small ache in your chest hinted towards him telling the truth. “You should bathe, you reek of perspiration.”

Samuel stepped away from you, and nodded towards the short hallway that led to your bedroom, the bathroom on the way. You moved towards the hall, glancing over your shoulder to make sure he wasn’t following you. The tall man just watched you, giving you an innocent waggle of his fingers to usher you along. 

You took a quick shower, combing through your wet hair afterward and setting it into two braids. Realizing you didn’t have any clean clothes in the bathroom, you wrapped your towel tightly around you before skittering out the door, dashing across the few feet towards your bedroom, shutting the door behind you quickly and locking it. Dressing quickly, you finished tugging on a pair of ankle socks as you unlocked the door. You half expected Samuel to be gone as you stepped back into the living room, and yet he was there, lounging on the couch looking bored. His eyes slowly glanced over to you, a sigh of complacency as he stood up and moved towards the door.

“You can’t go out like that.” you stopped him from placing his hand on the doorknob. Samuel sent you a challenging look and you rolled your eyes. “You look like you’re about to go to a club.”

“And praytell, what would you rather I wear?” Samuel blinked, waiting for an explanation. 

“Something normal? Casual?” you shrugged. 

“This is normal and casual.” Samuel huffed. “Do you have anything I could borrow, then, if this is not suitable for the public?” you nodded, moving back to your bedroom. You were always stealing clothes from Danny, taking his t-shirts when you would crash at his place, promising to wash them, and then putting off laundry for so long you assumed they were just yours now. He never asked for them back, even when he saw you wearing them, though you must have cost him at least a few hundred dollars in replacements over the years. Pulling a soft cotton t-shirt from your closet, you turned to walk back out and hand it to the man, but once again he surprised you with being directly behind you.

“Can you stop?” you jumped when you saw him. “Please, personal space.” you thrust the shirt at him as he smirked. Keeping his eyes locked on yours, the smirk stuck to his lips, he slipped his red suit jacket off, not looking as he tossed it behind him, only for it to land neatly on your bed. Reaching behind him, you heard the metal of the beaded harness cling softly as he undid it, letting the cool silver slide down his arms, that being dropped to the ground with a clatter. Samuel’s eyebrows raised slightly as his hands dipped towards the button of his pants. “Stop! Just take the shirt, you can keep the pants.” He chuckled as you pressed the shirt into his bare chest and walked away from him.

He looked ridiculous, nice, satin dress pants and velvet matching loafers, and a ratty slightly oversized t-shirt hanging over his torso. You would have laughed if you felt you had the time. As soon as Sam emerged from your room, you ushered him out the door and into your car. After another minor argument about buckling in, he finally clicked his seatbelt into place and you were able to back out of the apartment parking lot. 

Samuel fiddled with every knob and button on the console, changing the station for the radio, sliding the volume up and down. You couldn’t even focus on it as you tried to figure out how you were going to explain to Danny that you conjured a….something….and how to get rid of him.

You arrived at Danny's door quicker than you wanted, Samuel right behind you, hands behind his back as if this was a Sunday stroll in the park. Reaching out, you rapped your knuckles on the wood, your stomach beginning to tie itself in knots. You still didn’t know how to explain what happened, especially since he’d warned you to stay away from the darker intentions. 

“Hey, I was going to call you and see how the protection spell went…” Danny had opened the door with a smile, but it faltered as he looked behind you at the tall, dark haired man that had become your shadow. 

“Well, it…went.” you tried to smile but could only grimace. “Can we come in?” Danny looked back to you, studying your face for a moment before nodding, stepping back and opening the door. Moving past him, Samuel followed in, looking bemused as you turned and watched Danny shut the door.

“What did you do?” Danny asked when he turned around. He crossed his arms over his chest, looking at you expectantly. Sam also turned to you, looking entertained as he waited for you to detail your magical mishap.

“I’m sorry, I know you told you that I was just doing a protection spell but I didn’t. I wanted to get even with Asher and I did a revenge spell.” Danny looked at you puzzled.

“I tore those pages out of the grimoire, how-”

“Tell him, tell him how,” Samuel chimed in. Danny’s attention flickered to him once again.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Danny furrowed his brow, giving the stranger in his apartment a once over. 

“He’s uh, he’s Samuel.” you introduced him. “He’s….well, he’s-”

“She’s still not used to it, I’m her, well, I guess you could say eternal life partner.” Samuel grinned cheekily, holding up his hand to show your old ring still firmly planted on his left ring finger. Danny’s eyes widened as he looked from you to Samuel a few times. “Congratulate us!”

“Sam,” you groaned under your breath as he tossed an arm around your shoulders. You shrugged him off of you, stepping towards Danny. “I looked up a spell online, and it was wrong,” you stopped when you were toe-to-toe with your friend, looking up at him with pleading eyes. “I know what I did was wrong and yes you already told me not to mess with the dark shit and I’ve learned my lesson, but now I’ve summoned this guy and apparently we’re bonded forever and I need you to tell me there’s a way out of this.”

Danny’s lips were pressed into a thin line, jaw clenched as he gazed down on you. In your friendship, you’d both tested each other's patience, but you were scared this mishap pushed him beyond his usual forgiving limits. In all  the years the two of you had been friends, you had never straight out lied to him. At least nothing more than a little white lie. But a lie this big had your chest aching. You stared up at him for what felt like hours, when finally he spoke.

“You lied to me,” he murmured quietly, not hiding the disappointment in his eyes. You could feel your heart crack at the sadness in his voice. 

“I know, and I’m sorry,” you apologized, feeling your face turn red from embarrassment and eyes sting from tears about to be shed. “Danny, I fucked up big time, and I need your help.” Danny stared at you for a few moments longer, before sighing. 

“Tell me what you did, exactly.” he instructed you. A shaky sigh of relief washed over you and you took your phone out of your pocket, typing into the search function what you remembered from the night before. You turned slightly so Danny could see the small screen in your hands as you scrolled through, not finding the site you used. 

“Dammit, it’s not here anymore!” you groaned as you continued searching. “It was like the fifth website last night, Danny I don’t know what happened.”

“Walk me through what you did then, as best you can.” Danny placed a hand on your shoulder, making you turn towards him again. You thought about it, placing yourself back into the frantic mess from last night. 

“I drew a circle in the middle of the living room, and there were these sigils I drew on the outside.” you explained, biting softly on the inside of your bottom lip as you recalled. “I-I don’t really remember what they looked like.” you felt the tears well up in your eyes again as you looked at Danny, panic setting in. Danny reached out, his large hand taking hold of your upper arm in a reassuring grip before sliding down to your hand, sliding his fingers between yours. 

“It’s okay, I have a lot of books, I’m sure we can find them.” he pulled you into a comforting hug, chin resting atop your head as he swayed you gently. No matter how disappointed in you he was, he couldn’t stand to see you upset. 

“I remember them.” Sam cleared his throat, causing you to pull away from Danny. You had almost forgotten he was there in the room. He offered a tight smile as he looked at you, then to the man holding you. “Daniel, do you have any paper and a pencil?” Danny hesitated letting you go, but moved away to one of his bookshelves, grabbing an old notebook, and rustling through a few drawers. 

He returned and handed the requested items to Sam, who turned on his heel and perched himself on Danny’s small dining table, setting to work. 

“What-what is he exactly?” Danny whispered to you when he stood back next to you. You shrugged haplessly. 

“I’m not sure,” you whispered. “He moves pretty fast, he cleaned the mess in my apartment like it was actual magic…do you think he’s a demon?”

“I truly don’t know,” Danny shrugged. 

“It’s rude to talk about people behind their backs, you know,” Sam chimed loudly, not once turning away from his sketching.

“Are you a person?” Danny countered, crossing his arms over his chest again. At that, Sam looked up with a haughty smile. 

“I seem to be right now.” He turned back to the paper, and Danny gazed down at you. You could see the worry in his eyes, asking silently what you got yourself into. You weren’t sure what your own gaze conveyed, but you tried to apologize over and over again. “Here it is, this is what she had inscribed on her floors.”

Danny took the paper from Sam as he held it out. He studied it for a few moments, and you peeked over, looking over the sigils you’d drawn the night before, trying to see if you could somehow make heads and tails of the mistakes. Sam watched the two of you with a bored expression before reaching over and tapping his fingers on the page. 

“This sigil is what opened a portal, and this one,” he moved to the one directly across the previous. “is the one that summoned me.” he winked over at you. “The sigils and her energy were enough to do it, her incantation meant almost nothing.”

“I’m not sure about these markings,” Danny turned to you quietly. “I haven’t studied dark magic like this before.”

“So I’m screwed?” you looked at him, your hope failing. 

“For right now, yes.” Danny shook his head. “I’ll have to do some research, call a few friends who’ve dabbled more than I have.” Danny cupped your face, his thumb grazing across the apple of your cheek. “But we’ll find a way to undo this. Break whatever this is and send him back to where he belongs.”

“He is standing right here and he thinks he should have a say in when and where he goes.” Sam cut in harshly. He was glaring between you and Danny now. “I was summoned, I didn’t choose to be here. I didn’t choose to be bonded. But like I told you last night, little fawn, actions have consequences. And this is the price you’re paying for your stupidity.”

“You don’t get to talk to her like that,” Danny was stern as he pushed you slightly behind him. Samuel sized up your friend as he stepped forward, almost sauntering up to him, challenging him. 

“As the one bonded to her for eternity, I will speak to her any way I please.” he replied, his voice eerily quiet.

“If you lay a finger on her-“

“You’ll what? Sage me to death?” Sam sneered. “None of the little tricks you have up your sleeves,” Sam paused, taking in Danny’s cut shirt. “or lack thereof, can get rid of me.” 

“You wanna bet?” Danny challenged, stepping closer. 

“Guys, please,” you stepped around Danny, placing yourself between the bickering men. “I don’t think I can handle anymore explosions right now.” Sam grinned, proud of the memory of his entrance into your world, while Danny glared. 

“You’re right,” Sam cleared his throat. “Darling, I’m famished, it’s been so long since I’ve had a body like this. Could we find something to eat?” you were slightly taken aback. Aside from the new pet name, you weren’t sure why, but you hadn’t thought about the fact he would need to eat. He was, after all, seemingly human. 

“Oh, uh yeah. There’s a diner up the block.” you turned back to Danny. “Do you want to come with?”

“I think Daniel is better suited to his books here.” Sam cut in before Danny could answer. He and Danny exchanged looks over your head and you watched confusedly. 

“He’s right,” Danny finally ceded. “I should start seeing what I can find, reaching out to a few contacts. The earlier I start, the sooner we can break this curse.”

“I owe you, Danny.” you couldn’t help but throw your arms around his shoulders and hug him tightly. “Seriously, I will buy every drink at the bar from now until we’re dead.” 

“Don’t sweat it,” Danny’s voice was muffled into your shoulder. 

“Can we go?” Sam’s voice called out, already standing by the door. “I don’t like this feeling in my stomach.”

“It’s hunger,” you pulled away from Danny, moving to the door, catching the tail end of Sam’s stomach growling. 

“Oh I am well aware of hunger,” Sam smirked. Twisting the doorknob, he tossed the door open, ushering you out. Turning on your heels, you looked back at Danny. 

“Text me if you find something?”

“Of course,” Danny smiled back, letting it fall as Sam used a single finger to push you forward, giving Danny a taunting look as he did so. 

“Goodbye Daniel, it was a pleasure.” Sam shut the door behind him before Danny could speak. 

At the diner, you fiddled with the wrapper to your straw, watching the paper bend and twist between your fingertips. Sam was content to people-watch, making passive comments about the fashion people chose to wear these days. Your thoughts were consumed by your present and future, regretting your past actions. What if Danny couldn’t find anything? What if his friends couldn’t and you were stuck, bonded to Samuel for the rest of your life? 

As you ruminated about your possible futures, staring at the paper twisting in your hands, you began to get angry. Angry you hadn’t listened to Danny, angry for someone putting incorrect information on their website, angry at the entity beside you for just existing. You barely registered the paper in your hand was beginning to smoke, until a small flame burst from it. Sam's large hand covered both of yours, effectively putting out the minuscule flame. 

“Something you’d like to share, fawn?” you glanced up at Sam, who was watching you with an almost unreadable expression. There was a proud smirk tugging on the corner of his plush lips but his eyes were carefully trained on you. 

“No,” you shook your head, dropping the papers onto the table and pulling your hands out from under his palm, resting them in your lap. He continued to watch you as you did everything to avoid his gaze. Your only reprieve was when the waitress brought your food, setting down the plates on the table, at least four in front of Sam, and two in front of you. 

“I don’t know where you’re going to fit all that,” the waitress joked, looking over Sam’s meal. There was a stack of pancakes in front of him, on the next plate a farmers omelet stuffed to the brim with fixings. Another plate held steak and over easy eggs, and the fourth, his sides, bacon, sausages links, toast and hashbrowns. “You must be some sort of athlete or something.”

“Why yes, I am,” Sam grinned. The waitress just smiled and walked away to tend to her other tables as Sam unrolled his silverware from the paper napkin. You finally turned to look at him, as he placed the napkin in his lap, and reached for the syrup jar by the salt and pepper shakers on the table. You watched him grimace at the sticky feeling of the handle, it not having been wiped down in some time, but he soldiered through, dousing his pancakes in it. 

Picking up your fork, you started picking at your own breakfast, cutting a small bit of your own omelet and pushing it around before taking a bite. Sam was nearly done with the pancakes, moving on to the sausage links on one of the other plates. 

“You need to eat,” Sam spoke between bites, watching you push your hashbrowns in and out of the puddle of ketchup you’d squirted onto the plate.

“I’m not really hungry.” you shrugged. Sam sighed, placing his fork down onto his plate, waiting until you made eye contact with him to speak again.

“You need to eat, you need your strength.”

“For what?” all you had planned on was going back home and locking yourself in your bedroom, and rotting in bed, mourning the life you once dreamed. Sam leaned forward, folding his arms on the table after pushing his plate away from him.

“Have you ever done that before?” he questioned. You quirked an eyebrow at him, and he rolled his eyes, huffing almost annoyed. 

“You just lit that paper on fire.”

“Oh, n-no.” you shook your head. Sam picked his fork back up, moving the plates around and digging into the steak. “But the sun was right on it, where I’m sitting, it was probably just a freak accident from the angle of the window or something…a trick of the light.”

Sam looked up at you, disbelief clear across his face as his knife cut through the steak. He didn’t say anything else, focused on dipping his bite of steak into the runny yolk of one of his eggs. You finally ate a little of your omelet, which seemed to satisfy him to keep him off the subject. Truth be told, you weren’t sure what happened. The spark wasn’t anything, just enough to tingle in your fingertips before Sam had covered your hands. 

By the time Sam had cleared his plates, and taken the hashbrowns from yours, you’d successfully gaslit yourself into believing that nothing had actually happened, it really was just a trick of the light. Danny had told you, there was no such thing as magic like you’d seen in movies, and despite the evidence in front of you, you were making yourself believe it.

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[lixxen]

Danny and Dash fist fighting post identity reveal to the A-Listers (they found out accidentally when Kwan witnessed Danny absolutely eating shit as human and becoming intangible through the floor)

Danny just turns intangible and kicks Dash falls over. Danny wins.

Dash then proceeds to say "HES CHEATING IT DOESNT COUNT!!" And the others gaslight him

[meowmeowriley]

Please tell us about your Danny Phantom au you don’t have to actually write it out just your thoughts on it would be great! 😁

😈 The world will regret this. No but for real thank you for an excuse to word vomit about this cause fhdjddjfjfj I love it so much.

I've bounced this idea off of both @resident-idiot-simp and @tacticaltaxonomist so they'll both recognize the bits and pieces of this idea that I'm about to throw at your feet. But basically, what I've got is this:

Simon, John, and Kyle are childhood best friends that signed up for the army together. (Idk about elsewhere, but in the states you can sign up with your friends for a bonus, and you all get to serve together. Don't do it, but it's a thing.) They servery together, get their callsigns- Soap, Gaz, and Pretty Boy (Simon thinks he hates his stupid callsign), and eventually, Roba happens. So instead Simon going to Mexico alone, and being paired with Sparks and Washington (Ghost comics, my edgy lil heart loves them) the three amigos go together to work with the Americans, get betrayed, and captured. But woah, Roba is working in a portal to the ghost zone, wild! So Simon gets loose, goes looking for his friends, accidentally gets ghostified, and saves his friends with his new powers. They kill Roba, get home, get recruited by Price for the 141. That's the backstory. I like it. I think about it a lot.

Highlights:

GOTH/PUNK SOAP - V important. And he loves skulls, not Simon. That's just funny to me.

Techy Gaz - ye I like.

Base shenanigans as the boys try to keep Ghost's secret from Price

Ghost accidentally phasing through things he'd lean on

Ghost accidentally falling through the floor

Ghost going invisible to avoid getting in trouble

Ghost learning to do the ghost wail on accident while working with recruits and they all pass the fuck out

Ghost gaining a reputation as a hardass because recruits keep passing out (via ghost wail or ghost ray oopsies) so Soap (who loves skulls) makes him a mask to go with his reputation

Ghost with white hair and green eyes when he's a ghost, and black hair with blue eyes when he's normal. Best of both worlds!

Simon actually misses being called Pretty Boy now that he's called Ghost all the time.

Ghost just really wants a nap

Soap and Gaz doing increasingly outlandish shit to cover for Ghost accidentally doing something ghostly

Remember the Dani the clone storyline? Ye. Simon's got a clone. But Vlad, in this case, Graves, named him Gary.

MTF trans Roach, because I read a couple trans DP fics and I wanna pay homage to that.

Uhhhhhhh yeah. I think that's all of my scattered thoughts thrown together. I mean like, there's more, but this is already pretty long. 😅 But this lives in my brain. Just don't think there's much of a want for it.

But thank you for giving me an excuse to get my thoughts out!

[dp-marvel94]

Face to Face - Chapter 56

Summary: When Danny went through the ghost catcher, he expected to be cured of the ghostliness that had haunted him since the accident, not to wake up on the lab floor with his parents saying he’d been overshadowed but everything’s back to normal now. But why does Danny Fenton cry himself to sleep to then dream of flying? Why does Phantom, the ghost who was supposedly possessing Danny remember a life that wasn’t his? Most of all, why do both the human and the ghost feel that something vital is missing, in their very soul? Or: Trying to cure himself of his powers one month after the accident, Danny accidentally splits himself but neither his ghost nor his human half know that that is what they did

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Word Count: 4,253

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Penultimate chapter ya'll! 😍😍😍

Grabbing a quick snack, Danny settled onto his bed to do homework, textbooks and paper spread around him. 

“Alright. Math worksheet. Bio vocab. Spanish notes card.” The half ghost mused to himself, pointing at each assignment.  “And… I need to read a chapter for Lancer and take notes.” He scowled at the thought before shaking his head. The boy put his hand together, forcing himself to focus. “The easy stuff first. Then math. And… ugh, English.”

Biology was pretty good, definitely his favorite subject right now. Plus it was easy; with his Mom’s interest in biology and medicine, he’d known most of this by the time he was in fifth grade. Spanish…. Making the notecards and going over them a few times wasn’t hard. The words lodged in his head, making a surprising amount of sense… Maybe he did have a knack for this.

Math was… math. Boring, a little difficult but…

“What did Mr. Faluca say in class on Friday…. Oh, that’s right. First, you’re supposed to…”

The memory flickered through Danny’s mind. His two halves on this same bed, talking through the math together. The suggestion to keep the talking-to-himself up once they were back to normal… 

A shrug. “Well, if it works, it works.”

And it seemed to. Danny talked himself through the math, finishing in fifteen minutes. And then the English… the half ghost read the chapter, half-muttering down at the page. He opened his reading journal, first jotting down a summary. And then looking for different literary devices: allusions, symbolism, foreshadowing. 

“What’s the point?” He scowled down at the page. “It doesn’t make any sense. What’s with the red…. Wait.” He flipped back a few pages in the notebook. “That was mentioned in the first chapter… Yeah!” He pointed out the sentence he’d written. “That was foreshadowing, wasn’t it? And now…” Connections sparked, almost faster than Danny’s tongue could fly. “Loneliness seems to be important. That’s a theme, right?” A flurry of words, of jolting down thoughts. “That sounds familiar…. I bet that’s referencing something… Wait! I remember now! It’s….”

Ten minutes passed, the page full of words. “Alright. That’s done.” He closed the book with a thud. “So we’ve done….”

The sound of footsteps approaching the slightly ajar door…

“Bio. Spanish. Math’s done. And English. That was all, right” He nodded, counting on his fingers. “Right. And…” Danny glanced at the clock, eyes widening. “An hour and a half! We got that done in less than two hours!” A flicker of orange at the door….  “Good job, Danny!” The half ghost turned, eyes bright and one hand up for a high five…. 

Eyes falling on nothing, his expression fell, a complex feeling flickering in his core. “Oh.”

“Are you okay?”

Danny jerked his head at the noise. There was his sister, standing in the doorway. “How long were you standing there?”

“Just a few seconds. Mom wanted your help with dinner.” Her expression softened, concern in her eyes as she repeated. “Are you okay?”

 The boy blushed. “Yeah, I… I’m okay. I just… forgot for a second there.”

That worry just seemed to deepen. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Danny considered for just a moment. He could say no; he kinda wanted to…. Shaking his head, he dismissed the impulse, instead patting the bed beside him. “Yeah. I’ll talk about it.”

Jazz closed the door while the half ghost cleared the bed for her. The older sister sat. “What do you mean you forgot for a second there?”

“I guess….” The boy frowned, brow furrowed. “I kinda forgot I wasn’t still split.”

The girl blinked, concern flickering to confusion. “You forgot… that? How could you manage to forget something like that?”

“I was split for a month, Jazz. I guess…” He crossed his legs under him, sitting criss-cross on the bed. “By the end there, I think I… we were almost used to it. I mean, being split wasn’t fun. It definitely wasn’t good for me. But we… Fenton and Phantom were making do, I guess.” A shrug. “And…” Danny bit his lip. “We talked to each other… er.. Ourself through the homework all the time. Sitting on the bed doing that just felt familiar.”

“Danny….” That worry was back. “Should I be worried about the… pronoun swapping?”

The halfa could read between the lines of that question. “I’m only one person, Jazz. There’s just one of me here, I promise.” He sighed. “It’s just…” He rubbed his head. “Actually figuring out how to talk about it out loud is hard.”

Danny had thought about what he’d experienced while split, that first night after merging while floating in front of the portal. In his head, it made sense. He’d been split in half. He had two sets of memories for the past month, both of which were equally his, equally him. But actually verbalizing that…

“I think you should try.” Jazz offered gently.

“You would.” The boy rolled his eyes, a hint of a smile on his face. 

“I’m serious.” The girl poked him. “On Saturday, you said you remembered everything. But it kind of felt like you’d been gone for a while. Do you think you can talk about that?”

“Yes.” Danny said simply, letting the word hang in the air.

Jazz gave him a look that screamed, ‘really?’

“Alright. Alright.” He held up his hands, surrendering; he should stop being difficult on purpose. He sighed. “I do remember everything that happened from both perspectives. But still… it doesn’t quite feel like I was there.”

“Like they feel like someone else’s memories?” His sister offered.

“No.” The half ghost shook his head. “That’s not it. It’s…” He sucked in air through his teeth. “Phantom and Fenton were both me. And still are. Those are just names I gave to each of my forms. I am both of them but… I’m more than that too.” Danny furrowed his brow. “When I was split, I…we… my two halves… they knew they were incomplete. Even if both of me, Fenton and Phantom, were sitting here, side by side,” He motioned vaguely to the spot on the bed beside him. “completely on the same page, in sync, agreeing on everything…. There still was something missing. Fenton and Phantom together… that still… that still wasn’t me. I’m… more than that.” He rubbed his full chest. “So in a way… I wasn’t really there then. Even though I was.”

Jazz’s face scrunched up, still focused in thought.

The boy deflated slightly, legs unfolding and pulling to his chest. “Sorry. I guess that still doesn’t make any sense.”

“No.” The girl shook her head, a hand reaching out to rest over his. “You make sense… even if I don’t understand. I don’t think I ever really can. But I know how unhappy your two halves were to be split. Phantom you told me you feel incomplete, like you weren’t a whole person.” She squeezed his hand. “But you’re back as one person now. And I know how happy you’ve been because of that. If you say you’re finally back, that you feel like yourself again, then that’s good enough for me.”

The boy smiled softly. “Thanks Jazz.” He turned his hand over, palm meeting hers. “You’ve really been the best sister. I…I can’t even tell you how much you helped both of me when I was separated. I wouldn’t have gotten here if it wasn’t for you.”

His big sister had done so much. She yelled at their parents for him, convincing them to rethink their ghost bias and actually see Phantom as part of their son. She talked to his ghost half and encouraged him to make things right with his human side. She was there after the ghost catcher blew up, when he’d finally broken down over Mom’s avoidance of his ghost side. She checked on him after Mom apologized after their fight, reassuring him that he wasn’t a bad son for not being ready to accept the woman’s apology yet. (That apology…. something niggled in his mind). And after his halves had talked about the accident, mourning their own death, she’d comforted him. Jazz had been the first one Phanom had told about that first week, about him thinking he was an imposter.

So much had happened and Jazz had been there through it all.

The boy lowered his legs and spread his arms out, leaning forward for a hug. His sister accepted it. “Thank you Jazz.” He repeated.

“You’re welcome.” The girl squeezed him tighter. “I love you little brother.”

“I love you too.” Danny returned.

The two stayed like that for a long moment, arms around each other. Then with a heavy breath, the half ghost lowered his arms, pulling away. “Alright. That’s enough mushiness for today.”

Jazz let him leave the hug, rolling her eyes. “There’s nothing wrong with talking about your feelings.”

“I never said there was.” The halfa stuck out his tongue. “But I can still only take so much.”

His sister stood up, shaking her head. “Come on then. We still need to see Mom about dinner.”

“Coming. Coming.” Danny rolled his eyes.

Jazz hurried to the door as the boy stood. Down the second floor hall and the stairs. The living room. The kitchen. Excited voices carried up from the basement. 

The half ghost reached to open the door but… a hand rested on his shoulder. He turned to his sister, a brow raised.

“If you want to talk about it more, you can ask me. Anytime you need.”

Danny's face softened, his reply not the excuse they would have been just a month ago, but completely real, trusting, authentic. “I know.”

His sister’s eyes shone with pride. 

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“You’re saying, because the portal is on top of Danny’s lair, it’s in his territory.” Mom asked. “So that makes it a privileged, permission-restricted area?”

“As in… other ghosts can’t enter without Danno’s okay.” Dad said.

“Well, it’s not that they can’t…” Sidney pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose. “Entering without permission is highly frowned upon. And doing so repeatedly will get you in trouble with Walker. Most of the time, the resident ghost beats up or scares off the intruder…”

Well… Danny had been planning to talk to Mom about dinner. But of course everyone got distracted. It’s a wonder Jazz hadn’t stomped down yet, wondering what was taking them so long.

“But that’s just unspoken societal rules keeping interlopers out.” The woman’s brow furrowed.

“You mentioned doors earlier, with phase-proof paint.” The ghostly nerd pointed out. “Infinite Realms paint would probably do the trick; ghosts can only phase through things in the material realm.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully. “You would need something to trade for it… Material Realm goods fetch a good price.” He looked to Danny. “And you could try shaping the lair so it hides the portal at least partially.”

The half ghost sat up more fully, attention drawn. “What do you mean, shape the lair?”

Sidney tilted his head, eyes narrowing slightly like he couldn’t believe the question. “You’re already almost as strong as me and you’re only two months old, buster. Of course you’ll be able to manipulate its form once your lair settles.”

“By-passing the two months old comment…” Danny blushed at the words. “Lairs can be changed like that? I thought… I don’t know… they just came pre-made and stayed like that.”

“Oh.” Sidney nodded, apparently getting the misunderstanding. “It does take a considerable amount of time and effort but it can be done. I never bothered to do much with my own lair, besides make myself a bedroom. I’ll show it to you next time you come over.”

“So I can probably do something like that too…” Danny’s eyes widened. “How do I even do that though? Is it just supposed to, what, come naturally? Or could you teach me?”

“I could help.” Sidney nodded. “You would be able to make a bigger change sooner that way as well.” He smiled slightly. “I’ve never been a part of making one but I know that’s how some of the larger islands form: groups of ghosts working together to form free-floating rocks into a kind of communal lair. That’s how the Acropolis and Far Frozen originated, according to the histories in the Library at least.”

“What are the Acropolis and Far Frozen?” Danny asked.

That tail-spinned the conversation into another direction. Sometime later….

“...And that’s why it’s called the Carnivorous Cannon.” Sidney finished.

Danny’s stomach growled, earning an embarrassed chuckle from the boy. “Okay. We really need to go figure out dinner now.”

“I should head back to my lair.” The ghostly nerd gave a nod, floating back towards the portal. 

“Yeah. Bye.. Oh!” The half ghost’s eyes flickered to the jars still sitting on the tables. “Let’s plant these before you go.”

“Of course.” Sidney nodded, eyes widening in remembrance. “They won’t be happy if they have to stay in those jars much longer.”

“I’ll get the gardening tools!” Dad offered brightly, already digging through the closest. “Here we go!” He slung the bag onto the table, contents on display. Shears, trowels. A hand fork and weeder. Even gloves and a knee pad.

Danny blinked. “Why do you have these down here?” In the basement, far away from any dirt…

Mom gave a casual wave. “You know us, Danny. Always prepared.”

The boy shook his head, chuckling. “Sure. I guess.” He turned back to Sidney, reaching for one of the jars, but suddenly paused. “I should transform.”

Danny summoned the ring, light flickering out once before passing over him. Now in ghost form, he floated off the ground. He took the tiger shrub cutting and with his ghostly friend, passed through the portal. Mom and Dad followed.

Sidney surveyed the dirt for a few seconds, drifting closer to the edge. “Right here is perfect.” He knelt, placing his own jar down before patting the spot beside him meaningfully. “Let’s do the tiger shrub first.”

Danny lowered himself to the ground, handing over his own jar. “Here you go.”

The nerd unscrewed the lid, placing it to the side. His head turned up, looking towards the half ghost’s dad. “Mr. Fenton, can I have the garden trowel please?”

“Here you go, kiddo.” The man handed it over.

The ghost accepted, using the tool to dig a small hole. “This is good soil.” He hummed, pleased. “Loamy, not very compact.” He ran his fingers through the upturned dirt. “A little dry but it’s not too bad.”

With that comment, Sidney gently lifted the plant cutting out of the jar. He placed the small portion of soil, thick with roots, into the hole, and with his hands brushed the dirt back into place around it. Again, Danny was reminded of Sam, of watching her care for her plants and helping her in her greenhouse. 

The other ghost sat back slightly, studying the cutting. “See, easy.” He turned to look at Danny. “Now you just need to water it.”

“Oh.” The half ghost turned his head up from the plant. A glance back at the portal. “I can go get some water from the house…”

Sidney shook his head. “It’s a Realms plant. It needs water from here.”

“But… where?” Danny looked around, wide-eyed. But there was no water here…

“Here is the first lesson on shaping your lair.” The ghostly nerd reached out a hand, grabbing Danny’s. “Place your hand over the soil like this, palm down.”

The half ghost did so, questioning gaze flickering from the ground to his friend. “So… what do I do?”

Sidney smiled encouragingly. “Things are malleable here, not like in the Material Realm. They’re shaped by thoughts, feelings, intentions, as much or more than by the normal rules of cause and effect. And here, this place. This is your lair. Your home. It’s an extension of you, a part of you. It reacts to your mind.”

Danny’s eyes widened. He saw where this was going…

His friend continued. “So tell it what you need. Focus on it. Picture it in your mind. And the lair will draw from the matter and energy around to make it.”

Danny closed his eyes. “Alright. I need to water this plant so…. I need a watering can. With plenty of water….” He tried to picture it in his head. The shape of it, the weight, the texture….. There was a strange, fuzzy feeling at the edge of his perception. 

Surprised, excited voices behind him. “Madds, look!!” “Shh. Jack!” 

He needed to focus. The square shape of the body. White plastic with some kind of floral design. A spout coming out. The water inside: liquid, not too cold or too warm. 

The fuzzy feeling swirled, solidifying. There was something under his hand…

Danny’s eyes popped open. “I did it.” The words filled with awe. There, sitting in a slight depression in the ground, was a perfectly formed watering can. Tentatively, the boy reached out for the object, fingers wrapping around the handle. He lifted; it was heavy, solid, real. He tipped it, slack jawed as slightly green water gently poured out. “I can’t believe I did that!”

“Nifty work, pal.” Sidney congratulated. 

Dad patted him on the shoulder. “Good job, son!”

The halfa beamed. “Thanks!”

The two ghosts returned to working on the plants. Danny carefully opened the second jar, holding some kind of viney plant; Spotted squa-pump-chini is what his friend had called it, right?

“Tiger Shrub needs lots of space.” The ghostly nerd said. “Let’s plant the squash a little farther away.”

The halfa dug the hole, pulled out the plant, buried the roots, and watered it. Moving another few feet over, the process was repeated with the midnight arugula. All plants in the ground, the two ghosts stood, surveying their work.

“It looks great, sweetie.” Mom approached, wrapping an arm around her son in a half hug.

Danny returned the gesture. “Yeah, it does.” Smiling in satisfaction, his eyes flitted from plant to plant. Each so small and delicate now but…. He could picture it, over months of time. Plants growing and spreading, multiplying. His little island, no longer bare. “It’s gonna look awesome once the lair’s done. I’m thinking, a dome over the top, like a greenhouse.” He motioned above him. “And see that staircase. The door to the actual house will be down there so everything’s underground… kinda like a hobbit hole from Lord of the Rings. Super cozy.” He started counting off on his fingers. “It’ll have my bedroom. A kitchen, living room, game room. And guest bedrooms! One for Sidney, at least. And maybe I’ll make some other ghost friends…” He pictured Dora, fleeing from her brother and needing a refuge. Maybe Johnny and Kitty would stop by; the biker dude seemed to like him at least. “It’ll be a cool place to hang out.”

Dad slapped him heartily on the back. “You’ll have your own little place in no time!” His eyes flickered to the watering can. “And check that out.” He stepped forward, eagerly lifting the object. “It feels just like a real watering can!”

Mom wrapped her hand around the spout, eyes widening. “It does. And you made this.”

Danny blushed. “Not really. I mean, I just asked the lair to make it.”

His parents’ excitement failed to wane. “It’s still incredible.” The woman’s eyes shining with pride. “You’re going to do so many amazing things here, Danny.”

The ghost boy’s heart twisted, a burst of complex feelings but… “Really?” That was hope.

Mom nodded and Dad agreed. “I just know it.” 

They sounded so proud of him. And the words… that was an acknowledgement for what he had realized to be true. His core hummed, pleased and content.  That this was his lair, his home as much as  Fentonwork. And what’s more…. He was a ghost, a resident of the Realms; this was his world too.

“Thanks Mom and Dad.” Danny wedged himself between his parents, an arm around each. “Thanks for working so hard to understand. I love you guys. And…” He’d reminded himself of it earlier, the words heavy in his heart. Making the decision, his voice quieted, earnest eyes fixed on his Mom. “I accept your apology.”

For just a moment, the woman startled, a flicker of hurt…

The boy blushed. “I wasn’t sure if I actually said it before but…. I forgive you Mom. I want to put that fight, when I ran away, behind us. All of that, all of it…” He motioned vaguely, shaking his head. “It’s in the past, where it’s going to stay.”

The last of that icy hurt chipped away, something in his core finally sliding into place.

His mom wrapped both arms around him, the sensation so much fuller, so much greater than when it had been both his halves clinging to her in a hug. “Thank… thank you, Danny.” A hint of a sniffle but he felt her muscles relax, could almost see the weight lifted off her shoulders. “Thank you.”

They stayed like that for a long minute. Then…

Over his mom’s shoulder, Danny caught a glimpse of black-and-white, awkward shuffling. Embarrassed, he pulled away. 

Mom turned around, towards what he was looking at, brow furrowed in question.

“Oh. Uh… Sidney. I forgot you were still here.” The half ghost rubbed the back of his neck.

“It’s alright.” His friend smiled understandingly. “You were having a moment.” 

There was a hint of sadness, of longing there. A second of wondering then… the memory. Sidney had said he wished he’d been able to talk to his parents, when Danny told him about the fight with his mom and making up. 

Danny didn’t comment, instead drifting forward, eyes full of compassion. “Well, thanks for waiting. And thanks for everything.” He held up his fist for a fist pump.

The ghostly nerd quickly caught on this time, raising his fist. “You’re welcome, pal. I’m happy to help. I will see you on Friday?”

The half ghost nodded. “I can come to your locker after school. We’ll talk more about plans for the library. And how to change my lair.”

“Ghost Zone Field trip!” Dad cheered, rejoining the conversation. He took his wife’s hand, the two meeting eyes for just a second before continuing. “We need to design some kind of vehicle to navigate. A blimp? A jet? Oh! A submarine!!”

“And communications equipment. Maybe some kind of bluetooth headset?” Mom offered, excitement rising.

“We can set up satellites to ping the signals off of. What if we set up a dish on the Zone side and connect it to a receiver in the lab through the portal?”

“They’re going to be making blueprints the rest of the night.” Danny stage-whispered to his friend.

“Of course we won’t.” Mom waved him off.

“Yeah! We need to get dinner!” Dad exclaimed. “And there’s a new episode of Spector Hunters tonight.”

“It’s not Monday night if we don’t get to insult… I mean critique, other… researchers.”

The ghost boy rolled his eyes. “Only if I get to watch the new Supernatural too.” 

“That’s just as bad.” The woman complained, raising her hands.

“Come on. It’s a good show. I mean… this season hasn’t been that good but…”

Sidney chuckled at banter. “I’m going to go. See you on Friday, Danny.”

“Bye, Sidney.” Danny waved. “I’m invested. I have to see what happened. And last week…”

With that, the ghostly nerd flew away, leaving the family to debate (and insult each other) about their preferred shows.

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“Okay, okay.” A short trip through the portal found the three back in the lab. Danny summoned the rings, feet softly landing on the metal floor. “We’ll watch both.”

“You guys are supposed to tell me if you go somewhere.” 

The boy turned at Jazz’s annoyed voice. “Oh. Sorry.” He smiled sheepishly.

“I knew I should have gone down here with Danny instead of going to work on my thesis.” She rolled her eyes. “It’s almost eight.”

The half ghost glanced at the wall clock. “We were talking for that long?” Then he asked. “What can we make fast, Mom?”

“We have cans of soup in the pantry and plenty of ingredients for sandwiches.”

“Sounds good to me.”

Soup and sandwiches were served around the table. Danny ate on the tiger fruits his friend had brought. Then the family gathered for evening tv.

Even with the blob ghost claiming one of the couch cushions, the scene was cozy, safe, familiar. Danny remembered: Phantom’s feet draped over Fenton’s lap, Fenton, half laying on Phantom. His core purred contentedly. Satisfied, intertwined, nestled in its place beside his heart. He was both. Both were him. But… he was also more. He was whole.

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Drown in a contented kind of tiredness, Danny watched the credits roll.  

His ghost sense went off, blue mist billowing past his lips. He sat up, suddenly more aware. All eyes fixed on him, eager and expectant for explanation. 

“There’s a ghost.” The boy stood. “I should see what it is. It…” brows furrowed… “Feels familiar? Maybe like that ectopus I sent back through the portal.”

A hint of worry, of doubt from his parents. But… “Make sure to take the thermos, sweetie.”

“I’ll be fast.” Danny summoned the rings, his core buzzing pleasantly. And… “Yes!” The light spread smoothly, the ghostly chill expanding, blooming effortlessly. In his core, something had at last realigned….

Finally, on the first try, he transformed.

[pennylanefics]

I went through and picked a prompt for each guy. I hope that's okay! If not just pick one you feel most drawn to write<3

Sam; #20 Josh: #5 Danny: #41 Jake: #48

48. “I know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?”

unfortunately, requests are only for one guy, and i'm not writing for sam :( but here's jake's! :)

you figured cleaning the house would be a simple yet grand gesture for jake. he had been so busy with the guys, in the studio, completing their album and beginning to start press for everything, as well as get things going for their new tour.

you could tell he was stressed every night, coming home way past dinner time and either passing out on the couch or in your bed. he’s been mentioning needing to clean the house, but he doesn’t have the time. so, you took matters into your own hands.

when he was gone for the day, doing a few interviews for their latest single, you got up early and began cleaning all over. starting with the living room, putting all the clutter away, doing a couple loads of laundry, deep cleaning the kitchen as well.

after taking a break for lunch and ordering some fast food, you moved onto his music room, knowing that he hated the clutter of it all, but had no energy to clean it up. starting with all the notebooks, pieces of paper, and pencils scattered around on the floor. humming to yourself, you pile them in a neat stack and place them on his work desk.

what you don’t see, however, is that you forgot one, and slip on it. trying to catch yourself, you reach for the closest thing, which happens to be jake’s guitar rack. unfortunately, you grab onto his his acoustic and end up landing on it.

what makes your blood run cold is the loud CRACK that sounds through the room. you stay put, your heart racing like crazy, tears stinging your eyes.

“shit,” you whisper, carefully standing up to see the huge crack in the body of the guitar. “he’s gonna kill me.”

you quickly exit the room and bring the guitar to the living room, trying to figure out a way to tell jake. you knew he wasn’t going to be happy. and you were terrified for his reaction. 

sure enough, when he got home earlier than he usually has been, he finds you sitting on the couch with his guitar.

“hey, darling. what’s my…” his voice tapers off as he sees the damage. his jaw drops slowly and he goes completely silent, trying to figure out what to say. “how…”

“jake, i’m so sorry. i was cleaning up your studio and i-i slipped on a piece of paper and accidentally landed on the guitar and-”

“the guitar was on the rack, how the hell did it fall from there and then you land on it?!” he spits, his voice filled with anger and hurt.

“i-i i don’t…i-” you were completely choked up watching jake’s face turn red and his angry huffing grow.

“just, leave me the fuck alone for the night, okay? can’t understand that guitars cost a shit ton to get repaired, can’t be more careful cleaning up a room i didn’t ask you to.” your sadness subsides for a moment and you scoff and stand up.

“fuck you, jake. i was trying to help clean the house up for you and this is how you treat me?”

with that, you storm off to your room, while jake stays put in the living room, and then moving to his studio. a few hours pass before you decide you can’t stay away from him any longer, and need to talk things out and fix everything.

knocking softly on the door to his studio, it’s silent for a moment before he opens it, standing there with a sorrowful look on his face. the both of you stand there for a moment.

“i know you’re mad at me, but will a kiss change your mind?” you mumble, awkwardly shuffling your feet. he lets out a sigh and reaches forward, bringing you into his arms.

his hands cradle your face as he presses his lips to yours, melting into his touch.

“i’m sorry,” he whispers against his lips. “i know it was an accident, and i don’t want to lose you. guitars are replaceable, you aren’t.” 

your heart soars with love for him, and you rest your head on his chest

“so we’re going to be okay?” you ask, pulling back to look in his eyes.

“yeah. we are. i know you were just trying to help clean the house. i’ve just been so stressed and it sent me over the edge seeing the guitar broken. but it’s okay. i can get it fixed. i love you, forever. now let’s relax for the rest of the night, yeah?

[tanglepelt]

Falling into the Zone

AO3

Danny gets lost in the ghost zone having entered via natural portal. The one good thing out of it is he catches a vigilante likely saving them from death.

Tim was not originally in my plan. It was just going to be Danny seeing new sites. Then Tim fell into Dannys arms.

It was meant to be an uneventful trip into the ghost zone. Danny just needed to get to Amity and then back before the fruit loop noticed. Danny was not attending that gala with Vlad without a way to defend himself if he could help it.

Vlad wanted his little badger to attend a gala with him. Of course, his dad agreed right away and sent him off. No matter how tired he fought against it. Vladdy knew best Afterall. Who cares if it makes Danny extremely uncomfortable? Not his Parents.

Even his mom knew he didn’t like Vlad. She just went along with it of course. It would be a good bonding experience for the two.

It couldn’t even be a day trip. No. Vlad had a suite in some hotel in Gotham. They would be there two days early. There was no need for it. The fruit loop is only doing it to make him even more uncomfortable. To rub his wealth in his face or something.

The first day was spent just being lectured on proper etiquette followed by threats if he didn’t behave. He wasn’t going to risk Vlad releasing his experiments on Amity when he wasn’t there. So, he would behave at the gala. Only the gala got specified in that deal.

Danny couldn’t even contact his friends to warn them. The fruit loop had “accidentally” knocked into Danny causing him to drop his phone. Only to “accidentally” step on the phone breaking it.

There is no way the outfit Vlad had specially made didn’t have some form of anti-ecto properties. He was starting to think there was more to making himself look better. It was a disaster waiting to happen.

If Plasmius made an appearance at the Wayne Gala. That was on the bats. Danny wouldn’t need to get involved. If Amity doesn’t need help, he’s sure an experienced vigilante could handle it. He had no experience and handled it himself.

Danny was set to behave, be good and stick around. He was trapped in the hotel room anyways. Anti-ecto shields keeping him stuck.

Then a glowing green portal opened in front of him. Which Is odd. Now he wasn’t at the Gala so why behave? Was it a bad choice? Probably. He didn’t care, better than staring at a wall.

He went through it. Right into the ghost zone. The portal closed behind him. At least he didn’t have to worry about Vlad following. All he had to do was make his way to the Fenton portal warn Sam and Tucker and be back within an hour. Should be easy.

He’d have to find an excuse for how he got out. But that was future Danny problem.

Current Danny problem was being lost in the zone. Nothing here looked familiar. It was all new, with different islands and different doors.

The farther he flew the more he saw.

Floating islands made of candy, waterfalls in thin air, floating rivers with glass walls and flooring you could see ghost fish swim, and the massive number of flying animals.

He had seen dragons, unicorns, rabbits using their ears to fly, there was even an emu. They all just were chilling in the zone. Now he knew animals resided in the zone. Cujo was proof of that. He just didn’t expect there to be so many.

The sheer size of the zone shouldn’t surprise him. It was officially known as the infinite realm for a reason. A place that connected every universe and every dimension to the afterlife. Even if you believe when you’ll die you go to the void you must pass through the realm first. Anyone who dies travels through it. Only around 2% ever stay. Yet 2% of an infinite is too much to count.

Those who remained in the infinite realm had tragic deaths or had business left to attend to.

Take ghostwriter for example. He died in the fire that took down the library of Alexandria. It’s why he was so protective of his books. His human life ended trying to save the books of the past. He couldn’t protect them so now he can write books his own way. On top of having a library of all the past books to ever exist. Danny destroying his book reminded him of his death.

No one wanted to relive their death day.

Danny was content to take in the sights. See a whole new area of the zone. Once he figured out where he was this area would go on their map. Better than no map but certainly not the infimap.

This area of the zone was astounding. So much better than by the prison.

An island of floating water with what appeared to be mermaids and mermen.

An island with large trees and a giant nest. Humanoid creatures with wings resided there.

Did the zone have property value?

The Fenton portal was right near walkers’ prison. Maybe they just opened the portal in a bad area.

Danny had even passed a few ghosts while flying. He had prepared to be attacked. Yet none came. The ghost just looked at him and left. He wasn’t sure but Danny is positive one called him a baby. Which rude. He is 15.

Around an hour in, he was about ready to ask someone for directions. Someone had to know where the prison, the far frozen or even the river of revulsion was. He was interrupted before caving.

A bright green light came from above.

Another natural portal. He was tempted but knew better. He could end up in the wrong time. No, he needed to get to the Fenton portal or frostbite.

While he was considering what to do a body fell right into Danny's arms. A human. Black hair red/black/yellow cosplayer outfit and a black mask. There wasn’t much time to process.

The screaming from the portal was overwhelming. Then a boomerang hit him square in the face. A tracker?? Listening device?? something attached. Something was being shot through then with a woosh the portal closed. A grappling hook??? Yea, that’s a grappling hook. Well, half of it got cut off when the portal closed. Thankfully it wasn’t a body part.

Danny did crush the device. He didn’t want Technus to get his hands on that technology. It was far smaller and more advanced than what he had. Regardless of what it was. Not worth a potential headache.

Either way, it’s not like it would work.

Tucker had specifically made stuff to work here. Which Danny didn’t have. Man, maybe he should have thought twice about rushing into the portal. No, his impulsive thoughts were of use. Regardless of if Danny was here, the guy passed out in his hands would have fallen. Which means who knows if he would have survived.

It was more important than ever to get to frostbite.

Danny went to investigate the wounds it all clicked. The boomerang, grappling hook, and tiny device. This was Red Robin, one of Gotham’s Vigilantes.  One of Gotham’s Vigilantes was unconscious in his arms with a bleeding head.

That wasn’t good.

Thankfully Sam had made him read up on all the vigilantes in Gotham. She stressed not to reveal himself as Batman seemed to have a bad reputation with metas. Which was funny.

Danny was half-dead not meta.

Batman shouldn’t have a problem with him.

Unless he hated the undead.

Back to the problem at hand. Well, three. First, a human was in the realm. Secondly, the human was injured. Thirdly he had no idea where he was. Bad odds.

There wasn’t even anyone to ask for directions from.

Danny had never been more relieved for Cujo to show up. It was at least some sense of normalcy in the zone. When Cujo grabbed him by the ankle and dropped him and his guest off at the far frozen he could have cried tears of joy.

Frostbite took one look at the situation, and it was off to their medical bay. All the wounds were superficial, well, and apparently a sedative. Red would be awake soon. Now Danny just had to figure out what to say and how to explain the bracelet now on his wrist.

Humans were the ghost here. Red could just fall through the island into the zone if he wasn’t careful. Sam and Tucker each had their own devices in case they weren’t in the speedster.

Red bolted awake. Checking his mask then looking around the obvious med center. Not even double looking at the yetis. Then he made eye contact with Danny.

“Where am I”

“The afterlife!”  the look on Red’s face said that was the wrong thing to say. He probably assumed he died or something.

“You didn’t die first off. Secondly, stop messing with that bracket, take it off and you’ll fall through the floors.” Danny gave him his best-pointed look. He didn’t think it was effective. Red did stop messing with it. “You fell in a natural portal. Guess you fell for me, right into my arms. You're actually very lucky most who fall don’t make it out alive.”

Red then started messing with his sleeve. “Tech doesn’t work here, has to be specially made.”

The vigilante kept fidgeting with gadgets and gizmos. Even pulling stuff out of his belt. It wasn’t a surprise when nothing worked.

“How do I get home”

“I can take you once Frostbite gives you the okay. Well, frostbite and I. I’m not trusted with the infimap alone. Accidentally travel through time three times and you get deemed a problem. It's not my fault the fruit loop stole it from me.”

“Don’t leave out how you failed to return it Great one” Frostbite boomed as he walked in. Evidently letting in a chill as Red shivered. “Let me look over the human and then I can return you both to the human realm.”

The checkup went well. All Frostbite did was make sure he wasn’t going to pass out again. Nothing else. Frostbite grabbed the map.

No warning given frostbite grabbed the vigilante’s wrist and asked Danny to place his on the map.

“Take us to where they need to be”. There was a trick to the map. Not specifying a place.

Only frostbite landed nicely in some dining room. Danny and Red slammed into a wall. Red’s mask was gone; Danny’s ghost form was gone. There go secret identities.

“Welcome back to the human realm young ones. I shall take my leave. Do try and avoid the natural portals that spawn. You both were lucky.” Frostbite spoke voice full of humor. Frostbite used the map to return to the far frozen. Leaving Danny alone with a bunch of strangers.

He took in the faces around him.

Red Robin was timothy drake Wayne. Alrighty… how was he getting out of this situation. All the black-haired blue eyes people were just focused on him.

After a lot of explanation and a lot of Danny’s personal information being shared, it wasn’t that bad. He was at least able to warn the bats about Vlad.

[lover-of-lamp]

You hurt me? I hurt you. I’m not crying, you are.😭😭😭

@somerandomdudelmao

It took a long while to even open my eyes. Everything felt heavy. It hurt to blink, but the rest of me felt …empty. I could feel the sense of “PINK WRONG LEAVE” flowing through my veins, clogging my arteries and slowing my heart bit by bit.

‘Ok. Time to get up. I can go one more day.’

It felt like a monumental task to lift the blanket and sit up. As if I was Atlas holding the world on my shoulders. It’s cold. Why am I so cold? …I know why. …but not yet. I still have more to do. They still need me. I put one foot down on the ground. I try to stand, but I can feel my body fighting itself, and in the next moment I'm on the floor.

“AGH! FUCK!”

Everything is in pain now. I kind of want to go back to numbness, but at least I can feel my body again. I can hear quick footsteps from the hallway. Too heavy to be April, too soft to be Raph, too sure to be Junior, and Miguel would rather try to impersonate Danny Phantom by floating. Leonardo waltzes in,  with that stupid grin on his face.

“Heey Donnie! Is everything… okay?..”

At least his stupid grin is gone, but it was soon replaced with confusion as to why I’ve made friends with the floor so early in the …morning? Whatever. I glare at my chipper twin, and almost decide to curse him out, but ultimately decide against it.

“I believe gravity is stronger than me now.”

He make a face between joy at my misery and concern for my health as he speaks

“..ah. It’s okay. Do you need your staff or…”

I think about agreeing, but the sense of wrong in my veins makes me reconsider my words.

“Negative. Can you get me back to bed and not mock me in the process?”

As I speak I see a wave of something wash over his face momentarily. If I were more emotionally intelligent like Miguel I would have noticed it was an emotion akin to horror. As if he was accidentally conveying ‘I Know’ to me through some bullshit link he would call twin telepathy.

Before I know it I’m tied up in a blanket while Mikey uses his ninpo to drag me through the air like a rag doll. If I didn’t fully know I couldn’t walk, I would have felt more mortified than the slight embarrassment I did

“This is dumb”

Miguel doesn’t even turn around to face me. He just keeps walking and dragging me behind him, but I can still feel the stupid smirk as he replies

“No. This is a sleepover.”

They pile Mountains of blankets and pillows into Raph’s arms before finally setting me down. My freedom however didn’t last long as both Nardo and Miguel practically attacked me in a turtle pile.

I know they know. And I know they know that I know. I can feel it as my heart slows. As my body freezes. As my Ninpo, my very life is slipping away from me. They’re both clinging to me knowing I’m disappearing between their arms. Fully aware of the fact that once I close my eyes, I may never open them again. I know April and Junior are coming back. I can sense them closing in on the base. I want to last until then, but I can feel myself fading away. I have never been the begging type but as I closed my eyes, comforted in the knowledge of my brothers safe and here with me, I beg the stars in this moment that my idiots won’t fall apart without me.

[salmonskinrolltf]

Joining the Team - Chapter 3

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When Danny got to the dugout at 9:55 PM, Carlos was already there, idly running his hand along the chain link as he walked along the outside, the light rattling sounding like a gentle, metallic rain. He saw Danny coming and, as soon as he was in earshot, gestured to the field around them and asked, “There’s nothing like it, is there?”

Danny, who was still getting used to being a welcome presence in the facility at all, let alone a valuable member of the team, nodded solemnly. “No. Nothing.”

A lopsided grin pinched Carlos’ mouth. He clapped Danny on the shoulder and led him inside the dugout. “You don’t gotta be nervous, rookie. Coach Mark wouldn’t like me telling you this, but you’re the best catcher we’ve had in years.”

A knot loosened in Danny’s chest, one he hadn’t even realized was there in the first place. “Thanks, Carlos. But… In that case, why did you want me to come here tonight?”

Carlos laughed. “Oh, did you actually think I meant practice? Jesus, rookie… I just- Well, I’ve seen the way you look at me.”

Danny’s eyes darted away from Carlos’ gaze. He failed to pretend he was fascinated by the duffel bag on the floor of the dugout. “What way is that?”

Carlos cupped Danny’s chin and tipped it up to face him. When he removed his hand, Danny could feel Carlos’ hand rustling his beard, tugging slightly against his skin and lighting up the nerve endings on Danny’s cheek where his fingertips had just touched. He looked at Carlos’ goatee and wondered if that’s how having facial hair felt all the time. An extension of oneself, an expansion that could come alive with a touch, adding an entirely new chapter to the book of sensation. He wondered… If he touched Carlos’ chin, ran his fingers along the hair that graced it… Would he feel the same way?

“That way that you look at me, pendejo.”

Carlos’ gaze was like an electromagnet, and Danny’s eyes were irresistibility drawn back up to meet his. Carlos’ lips parted and Danny’s adrenaline spiked, coursing powerfully through his much larger body. But was he afraid? He certainly hadn’t done anything like this before. He’d never even thought about another man in that way. Was he developing some kind of attraction toward these men who were drawing more and more of his attention, or had his newfound body just made him extra thoughtful about facial hair now that he actually had some of his own to contend with? Did he…? Could he be…?

Fuck it.

Danny leaned forward and kissed Carlos full on the lips, almost falling forward in his haste and knocking Carlos back against the fence as he did so. The short hairs of Carlos’ goatee tickled against the lush beard that now graced his face, a connection that felt more intimate than any sex he’d ever had, lighting up the skin underneath the follicles, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body. That was the best part, bar none, but the kiss… The kiss was nothing short of spectacular.

Carlos tasted like bubblegum. His mouth opened and slid smoothly over Danny’s as he hungrily pushed back into his teammate, a growl emerging from the back of his throat and sending a vibration through Danny’s chest. Danny grabbed the back of Carlos’ head, accidentally knocking off the cap he didn’t even realize he’d been wearing, and gave Carlos’ upper lip an exploratory lick. The sensation of dozens of tiny hairs scraping softly against his tongue made his half-hard dick stiffen even further. He put his hands on Carlos’ face and planted his thumbs right in the densest patch of his goatee while Carlos’ tongue darted into his mouth, tangling with his own.

Fuck… This was better than he’d ever felt kissing a girl. This was better than he’d ever felt, period. Danny wanted more. It was clear Carlos did too, as he worked his hands under Danny’s shirt and attempted to remove it. Danny pulled away slightly, still encircled by Carlos’ arms. “Someone’s gonna see us,” he murmured.

Carlos shook his head. “Nobody will see shit. The only person who ever comes here after dark is me, and, well… I’m here already.”

“I can see that,” joked Danny, palming the tent in Carlos’ shorts and making him gasp in surprised pleasure.

Carlos kissed him again. “Naughty, naughty.” He released Danny so he could rifle through the duffel bag. As he searched its contents he asked, “So, Tripp, are you feeling what I’m feeling? Do you wanna hook up tonight?”

Danny smiled, “I never thought I’d be saying this, but fuck yes I do.”

Carlos grinned triumphantly and pulled out a thick grey sheet that he used to cover part of the bench behind him. He shrugged, noticing Danny’s curious expression. “Nobody wants splinters.”

He peeled off his tank top, his muscles bulging with the movement. Danny unbuttoned his shirt, and was delighted to sense that his muscles were doing the same thing. He was bulging. What a fucking week this had been.

Carlos slid his thumbs into the waistband of his shorts, letting them slide down to the ground, revealing a shockingly bright white jockstrap underneath. After Danny kicked off his shoes and shucked his pants, he reached down to release Carlos’ dick but was stayed by his teammate’s hand.

Carlos smiled and moved Danny’s hands around until they were cupping the taut globes of his ass. “You’re not the only catcher on the Timberwolves, Tripp,” he whispered, biting Danny’s earlobe. “And it’s high time you learned to pitch.” He reached back into his duffel bag and pulled out a small travel bottle of lube and a condom. “You gotta learn from the best, babe.”

With that, he applied some lube to Danny’s dick and slid the condom down the length of his cock. Danny thrilled when it unrolled over that extra inch, pulled taut against his hardened member. Carlos sat him down on the bench, using two fingers to lube his asshole before hopping onto Danny’s lap, facing him. He slowly lowered himself onto Danny’s cock, and Danny thrilled as the tight muscles began to loosen, allowing him passage inch by inch until he was enveloped entirely.

Carlos began raising and lowering himself rhythmically, sending pulsating pleasure down Danny’s cock. It took him a moment to get into gear, but eventually he was thrusting in an opposite rhythm, nearly dropping out of Carlos on the ascent before plunging back in again and again. After about three minutes, the old Danny would have tapped out and needed a break, but not today.

He thrusted and thrusted, taking in Carlos, pawing at his goatee with a greedy fist, and taking in the sight of the darkened, empty field behind them. This is where they belonged. This is where he belonged. It felt like he was claiming his territory, cementing his union with the Timberwolves forever. He was consumed with thoughts of playing alongside his teammates, sweat dripping from their bodies, taking showers together in the locker room afterward…

He exploded, shooting one, two, three, four times, filling up the condom’s reservoir. As he moaned and continued to thrust as his wood slowly softened, Carlos, sweat dripping down his face, pulled out his dick and jerked himself. He slowly rose, using Danny’s dick like a string of anal beads, cum spraying over his tight abs right as Danny’s cockhead emerged into the open air.

Danny felt like sparks were shooting from his cock, and he leaned back against the bench, panting. “Fuck, Carlos, that was… Carlos?”

Carlos was looking down at his chest, a panicked look spreading across his face. That’s when Danny began to see them. Dark brown hairs were squirming out of Carlos’ skin just below his clavicle. They started off short and shorn, like stubble a week after a wax, but they became softer, the tips more rounded, as they emerged and thickened. The hairs began to multiple, spreading in a tight triangular pattern that dipped down into the valley between his pecs. As they got even longer, a few of them rustled in a slight breeze that came whistling through the dugout.

Carlos looked up at Danny, his jaw agape. Danny noticed that his face was starting to ripple too, hairs sprouting in a wave that spread out from the sides of his goatee, eventually claiming his entire face all the way to the base of his sideburns, leaving a full, short beard behind.

“What… the… fuck.” muttered Carlos, sitting down heavily on the bench beside Danny.

Danny rubbed Carlos’ shoulder. “So… I think there’s something I need to tell you. Every time I cum, something changes. But it’s usually something about me, I didn’t think anything was going to happen to you, Carlos. I’m so sorry.”

Carlos shrugged. “I… guess it’s OK. No harm no foul? As long as you didn’t like, make me shorter or something.”

Danny smiled. “You should be good. I think it’s mostly… Hair related?”

Carlos nodded sagely. “So that would probably explain what’s happening to you right now, huh?”

Danny looked down, startled. He didn’t see anything, but he felt his beard rubbing even further down on his neck than before, and he ran his fingers through it, noticing that it had definitely extended by several inches when he wasn’t looking. It felt poofy, but he liked the way it sprang back into place if he pushed it to either side, firm and masculine.

That was when his entire torso lit up, the skin prickling fiercely. He watched as his own set of dark hairs began to sprout from the base of his clavicle. But unlike Carlos, his hair began to spread, and spread, and spread. Brown hairs unfurled practically from shoulder to shoulder, darkening like a developing Polaroid. The follicles tickled and rustled as the pelt spread further and further down in a tidal wave of luxurious chest hair, claiming first his nipples, then the underside of his pecs, narrowing slightly into a thick band that spread down to his stomach sluicing in and out of the ridges between his abs while mats of hair sprouted atop them as well, spread thickly across his entire sixpack like butter on toast.

The tickling continued, spreading down his meaty legs, dusting the tops of his feet and toes, while his forearms seemed to have a shadow draw over them, becoming completely obscured by thick, dark hair. He rubbed a hand against his chest, enjoying the way his taut skin now came alive with texture, every swipe of his hand offering an infinitesimally different experience as the hairs flurried across his fingertips in an ever-shifting dance.

He and Carlos got dressed in silence, Carlos because he was stunned and Danny because he was transfixed. He was going to have some fun with this particular transformation.

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On Monday morning, Danny practically bounded out of bed. He hadn’t heard from Carlos all weekend, so he was excited to get the chance to see him again today and discuss all the wild shit that had happened between them. He got to the field an hour early yet again, so he grabbed a bat and practiced his swings shirtless, enjoying the way his muscles flexed beneath his new pelt of hair, his entire body prickling and rustling when the cool wind blew against him, the hairs clinging to his ample chest dancing in every direction.

He had thrown on a shirt, somewhat regretfully, before anybody else showed up. While he stretched in the dugout, Brian and Cody walked in from different directions.

Danny’s finely tuned senses had already caught that both of them had sprouted facial hair from fifty paces. Brian was now sporting a dense blonde beard rather than just a mustache.

And Cody had a small red mustache holding on for dear life on his upper lip.

Brian dropped his bag on the bench with a thump. He fist bumped Danny and knocked him lightly on the jaw. “I saw you grew this beard, you beast! Thought I might join you, man!”

Danny laughed, “The more the merrier, dude, it’s looking good!” He clapped Cody on the back. “You too, Cody! You joining the club?”

Cody’s face flushed brighter than the mustache. He chuckled nervously. “I guess… This is about all I can get though.”

Brian smiled. “I like it, man. You’re rocking it.”

Cody looked away, biting back a smile. “I should get changed. Be right back.”

After Cody stepped away, Danny looked around but there was still no sign of Carlos. The pitcher didn’t show up until seconds before Coach Mark did, so practice began before he could get a word in.

For a while, he lost himself in the exertion of practice, enjoying the way his new pelt of body hair felt rubbing against the inside of his uniform. When their fifteen minute break began, Danny ran over to Carlos, but the other man saw him coming and turned away, catching up with Brian as he headed over to the snack bar. Danny sighed, scrubbing a hand over his sleek head.

Cody walked up to him from his place in the dugout. “You OK, man? You look off.”

Danny shrugged. “Can I tell you something private?”

“Of course, man. Anything.”

“So… Carlos and I sorta- hooked up after the event on Friday. But now he won’t talk to me. I don’t get it.”

Cody’s face was unreadable. “Well, Danny, that’s just kind of how it works. Carlos is always like that. He was like that with me too when he joined the team.”

Danny’s jaw dropped. He whispered, “You hooked up with Carlos? But I thought you had a girlfriend or something?”

“I don’t know who told you that, but nope- definitely gay. And I didn’t know you were into dudes either, so we’re even I guess.”

“To be fair, I didn’t really know until that night. But I could have sworn someone said you were on a date with a girl. In fact, yeah Carlos told me you-“

“Carlos told you that? That fucking liar. I don’t know what his problem is, he’s always trying to get under my skin.”

Danny stared at Cody, taking me in. “And hooking up with me would get under your skin how exactly?”

Cody blushed so hard Danny could have sworn he got a spontaneous sunburn. “Well… I mean… I like you, Danny. I kinda thought that was obvious.”

Danny reeled as everything clicked into place. He was a fucking idiot. Of course Cody liked him! And here he was just prancing around, experimenting with Carlos and bragging about it. A tsunami of shame washed over him and he felt a blush burning on his own cheeks, thankfully hidden deep beneath his beard. “Cody, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize-“

Cody shrugged. “It’s OK. It’s not like I would have ever said anything. I’m not exactly… outgoing.”

Danny hugged him, enveloping his thin frame entirely. “I’ll make it up to you, I promise. And if I had talked to you before, we maybe could have sorted out this whole mess before I had to learn for myself that Carlos isn’t worth either of our time.”

Unbeknownst to Danny, one of the strings of his bracelet had loosened. He barely noticed the bracelet at this point anyway, it felt like a part of his body more than an accessory. If he had noticed, he would have seen one of the strings loosen itself from the braid and fall to the ground, vanishing into the dust around home base.

What he did notice was that Carlos seemed off when they returned to practice. His pitches were getting easier and easier to catch. That is, the ones that made it to Danny in the first place. Some shot off wildly in random directions, and one nearly beaned Coach Mark right in the head. Danny wondered what had gotten into him, but he was getting more and more preoccupied with the thought that, now that he’d come to think of it, Cody did look really cute with that mustache…

Continue to Chapter 4...

[haloburns]

a collection of tag games

hi hello i have returned from the dead (danny phantom puns abound, i know) i've felt like SHITE for months now, so i'm going to mass answer some tag games i've been tagged in by @jadenoryuu and @deathcomes4u (i know penner has tagged me in some but theyre not showing up in my notes??? i'll find them in my emails later and reblog)

these will all be under the readmore with the original post linked!!

Wip themes tag!

Core themes are in blue, minor themes are in orange (mostly because yellow hurts my eyes).

i uhhhhhhhhhh have so many wips, i'm not sure which one jade was talking about, but i'll use my invisobang!

addiction | beauty | betrayal | change vs. tradition | chaos vs. order | circle of life | coming of age | communication | convention vs. rebellion | corruption (the crime) | courage | crime and law | dangers of ignorance | darkness and light | death | desire to escape | dreams | displacement | empowerment | facing darkness | facing reality | faith vs. doubt | fall from grace | fame and fortune | family | fate | fear | fear of failure | free will | friendship | fulfillment | good vs. bad | government | greed | guilt and forgiveness | hard work | heroism | hierarchy | honesty | hope | identity crisis | immortality | independence | individual vs. society | inner vs. outer strength | innocence (and the loss of) | injustice | isolation | knowledge vs. ignorance | life | loneliness | lost love | love | man vs. nature | manipulation | materialism | motherhood | nature | nature vs. nurture | oppression | optimism | peer pressure | poverty | power | power of words | prejudice | pride | progress | quest | racism | rebirth | relationships | religion | responsibility | revenge | sacrifice | secrets | self-awareness | self-preservation | self-reliance | sexuality | social class structure | survival | technology | temptation and destruction | time | totalitarianism | weakness | vanity | war | wealth (and the lack thereof) | wisdom of experience | youth

enjoy the teaser! i'll be posting my invisobang next week!

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Author self-rec!!

This one is from death! i have 88 DP fics in two years, so uhhhhhhhh this one is a hard one. All titles are links directly to my ao3! (there's gonna be more than five, i'm sorry alkjsflksjdf)

First off:

Any thing from Phic Phight

2022 or 2023! Literally all of those are my favorites, I can't pick and I'm not adding them to my 5 because that feels unfair (to me).

of course i love you (it is my fault that you have not known it all the while)

this one was a dream-related idea i had, and it turned into danny and maddie working through the early stages of post-phantom-reveal relationship. it's one of my absolute favorites, and the title is from le petit prince, which is one of my all time favorite stories.

Summary:

Danny is still adjusting to his parents knowing his identity after the Disasteroid. It's...going. It's only been a few days, after all. But when Sam and Tucker go away on an academic convention trip, Danny's left completely alone for the first time since the accident and things do not go well. Danny does not cope well, and like usual, doesn't ask for help. Maddie finds him losing a fight he shouldn't be, but when she tries to help, she accidentally makes things worse and finds out just how bad things are for her son. She doesn't know a lot about all of this halfa business, but she does know that she loves her son. That has to count for something.

this is the moment (damn all the odds)

ohhhhhh i love this one. it's probably one of my first mateo-centric fics, and i wrote it while i had covid (lying on the floor, trying not to die, i wrote 4k and it was actually comprehensible) because i needed ghost light softness in my life. it's some early stuff as i wanted to flesh out their relationship a bit more. title is kudos to death, ironically lmao

Summary:

Mateo is hurt and a little stranded, and there's only one person he can call. Danny drops everything to help him, and that... that does something.

This is The Moment that he starts to view Danny in a different, more interested light.

there's no way out (i gotta hold you somehow)

this is a companion to "it's just another day without you (and i can't sleep)" but more zoomed in. another mateo centric fic that gives us a look into his pov during their week apart, and also gives us a peek at his family dynamic pre-this is the road to ruin. it wasn't SUPPOSED to be 5k, but i was having too much fun to stop. i love mateo with all my heart and i will continue to subject everyone to him until the itch has ceased

Summary:

Mateo is hurt and a little stranded, and there's only one person he can call. Danny drops everything to help him, and that... that does something. This is The Moment that he starts to view Danny in a different, more interested light.

when the nightmare fades

this is one of the earliest fics i came up with for this series. it changed A LOT. this is where danny and mateo's first kiss was supposed to happen, but the boys got out of control and that happened a fic or two ahead of time, so that changed the tone a bit. instead of it being so charged, it just became SOFT. it will forever hold a special place in my heart

Summary:

The terrible hunted feeling hasn't left Danny in weeks. Midterms are approaching, and the stress has finally caught up to him. A terrifying nightmare wakes him from his unrestful sleep, startling Mateo awake too. When Mateo asks if he's alright, Danny actually opens up instead of hiding away like normal.

quit telling everyone i'm (permanently) dead!

started as an ectober prompt that grew......wildly out of control. danny and teo go home to amity park for thanksgiving and shenangians ensue. it has lots of soft and cute relationship stuff that actually set me up for ANOTHER favorite of mine that ALSO grew wildly out of control

Summary:

Thanksgiving break is quickly approaching, and Danny really wants to make good on his promise to Mateo. So he invites him home for the holiday. It'll be the perfect opportunity to make up for the weekend he spent stuck in the Fenton house while Danny kinda-sorta almost died again. But, like everything else in his life, Amity Parkers don't plan on making that attainable for him, his friends and family included.

this is the road to ruin (and we started at the end)

honorable mention HAS to go to last year's invisobang. this is the end of the original pieces i had planned for the series, and it wasn't necessarily supposed to be the end, but up until posting it, that was all that i had originally plotted. a year's worth of work led me to that, and i could NOT be prouder of it. i've reread it quite a bit because i'm just. in love. maybe that's a little conceited, but i put SO MUCH effort into it, so i like to enjoy it from time to time.

Summary:

What goes up, must come down. Danny is forced to come down hard when Clockwork arrives with news he never wanted to hear. Now Mateo and their friends are in danger, and Danny has to be the one to figure out how to protect them all on his own. Mateo wants to help, but Danny's being too stubborn and ghostly to even think about accepting it. Tension between them grows as the new threat stalks closer, and Danny is forced to make a decision he's never wanted to make: kill or be killed.

my resistance was once much stronger (i can't go on like this much longer)

the follow up to "this is the road to ruin" in what was only supposed to be 10k max and ended up being just over 50k instead. it changed A LOT over the course of writing it, because i did a lot of character study in it. i will always love danny and mateo growing closer, even when they fight and don't communicate clearly

actually, the entire "road to ruin" arc up until "heaven's grief brings hell's reign" is my favorite. all of it. i'm just SO fucking proud of it.

Summary:

Danny's home for winter break, and that's all he wants: a break. But after a breakdown in front of his mom, and with the help of a certain meddling older sister, Danny reveals to his family what exactly has been happening while he was away at Berkeley. He hopes for some space from Mateo, because it'll make leaving easier in the long run, but one poorly timed phone call snowballs into Maddie inviting Mateo to stay with them for Christmas and Truce. Danny can't say no without revealing exactly why he doesn't want his boyfriend coming to spend the holidays with him, so he accepts. Now he has to balance his complicated jumble of feelings with Mateo being so close and so hard to ignore. So much for a break.

come back and let me hold you (darlin' i just got started lovin' you)

OKAY HEAR ME OUT i KNOW this is a country song title but a) i'm southern as FUCK and two) this song is SO FUCKING SWEET

i wanted to write something for ghost light recently but i needed it to be short, so i told myself i had to write less than 1k AND LO AND BEHOLD I DID. this is literally just post-heaven's grief sweetness. technically a song fic because i used the lyrics to craft the fic and maybe thats cringe, but i'm freeeeee so its whatever

Summary:

Danny and Mateo are settling into their new normal in their second semester after Christmas Break, and Mateo is reluctant to leave their little pocket of bliss just to attend classes. Danny convinces him to stay for just a little while longer.

this life is overwhelming (and i'm ready for the next one) & underneath your skin (the ghost within)

these go together, and they're just so different from what i normally write, but they're REALLY fucking good in my humble opinion. pitch pearl has a grip on me, too, and i've been writing some absolute BANGERS with them

Summaries:

Danny just wants everything to stop hurting. His parents are too obsessed with getting their ghost portal up and running to notice that he's struggling to adjust to high school. They definitely don't notice when things take a dark turn and a few new scars crop up. When they fail to get the portal up and running, it's like their children don't exist at all. Everything that had been building in Danny over the last two years finally snaps. Stepping into the portal with blood dripping down his hand had been an accident. The cutting part had been easy, but as the faint whine of a machine powering up reached his ears, he realized regretting all of it was so fucked.

AND

Danny's still alive, and he's not happy about it. After his halfway successful suicide attempt, Danny is living with the consequences of an activated Portal: ghosts targeting him, a new secret identity, and juggling high school. Things are not going well, until he discovers a new aspect of his ghostly self: his ghostly self.

Anything from Perky Beans Cafe

Emeralds and I are co-writing a coffee shop enemies to lovers au, and it's INCREDIBLE

Summary:

Phantom just wanted a hot chocolate... But Danny Fenton (aka Amity Park's very own Blue Hunter) has other ideas. Things do NOT go to plan, but neither party can say they're…unhappy…about the results.

the haunted museum job

a crossover fic that i'm STUPID proud of. i wrote it in like two hours and it's got some of the best character-voice writing i've EVER done. i would love to write mroe for it but alas the muse is in hiding

Summary:

The Leverage team has been tasked with retrieving an ancient Egyptian artefact from a small, Midwest museum. Easy job, won't take more than a Sunday afternoon to complete, and then they'll have more than enough cash and the favor of the Egyptian government on their side. But Amity Park is not your average Midwestern town, and they accidentally crash another team's heist and find themselves out of their depth very quickly.

HONORABLE MENTION

the magic that binds us series

DEATH STARTED THIS SHIT, AND IT IS ONE OF MY FAVORITE THINGS TO WRITE holy SHIT i cannot wait to get back to working on it!! magic goth danny is BABEY

Summary:

Danny got into sleight of hand and showman's magic to spite his parents -- he never expected it to be real. It had started as a joke. His parents kept insisting ghosts were real and were convinced they were building a Portal to the other side just to prove it. Danny, being a little shit, had made a comment about the magic they must be working against to create said Portal. Then his mom had reprimanded him for believing in something as childish as magic. Danny was nothing if not a petty little bitch, so he decided that if his parents wanted to play that game, then they would play that game. He had no idea just what kind of game he was getting himself into.

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Little guy maker!!

enjoy this little mateo i made. he is ready for fall.

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Fic Stats Game!

Rules: Give us the links to your fic with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and fic with the least words.

I'm just doing my DP fics because I am NOT dragging myself like that alskjfdlksjdflksdjf

Most Hits

going...! to be in so much trouble... this is my first ever DP fic and the fic that launched me into my au......... surprised my dpxdc fic hasn't overwhelmed it, actually, but it's close!

Second Most Kudos

okay, well, it's the same fic as above, apparently, so i'm just gonna link the top kudos because it's the one that has the SECOND most hits, so like... it evens out, right??

stealing cars is a love language, too

Third Most Comments

oh wow, that's wild. i would NOT have thought it was this one!!

and they were history project partners

actually, yknow what. i'm not surprised alkdjlksdjf it's UFS adjacent, so that actually makes sense. plus it's a phic phight fic so like... yeah, that tracks lmao

Fourth Most Bookmarks

this life is overwhelming (and i'm ready for the next one)

also not a huge surprise there. it's an angsty gen dp fic, what did i expect?? lmao

Fifth Most Words

it's just another day without you (and i can't sleep)

i think this was my first BIG dp fic and it was just. pure. angst. also mateo au, so like.... that tracks

Fic with the Least Words

when you sneeze so hard you accidentally half-die in front of your boyfriend for the first time

this was crack that i wrote on my ten minute break during a particularly nasty allergy season bc i was GRUMPY. it's actually surprisingly popular, considering it's technically danny/oc fic.

OKAY THAT'S IT IM DONE SORRY FOR THE LONG POST AND LOTS AND LOTS OF LINKS LOVE YOU BYE

[lacontroller1991]

The Other Stevens: Chapter 5

Main Master List The Other Stevens Master List

Chapter 4

Warnings: Age Gap relationship, oral sex (Female receiving), Public sex (sex in a car), unprotected sex, vaginal penetration, language

Word Count: 2.3k

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“Dad? You in there?” Gordo’s head whips up from its place between your legs, accidentally denying you from another mind blowing orgasm as he looks around the room, yours and his clothes littering the floor as you try to sit up, your body still trying to recuperate from the loss of his mouth on you. 

“Shit, uh yeah Dan, give me one minute.” He falls out of bed as you stifle a giggle before Gordo is dragging you off the bed and pushing you into the closet. “You, stay in here. Don’t make a sound.” He whispers as you pull him back in for another kiss. 

“Don’t take too long Mr. Stevens,” you wink at him as he groans, shutting the door in your face and grabbing his underwear, struggling to put it on. 

“Dad, open this door,” you can hear Danny yelling from the other side as Gordo fumbles around his room, shoving your clothes under the bed. It’s been about a month since he and you first fucked and the moments where both you and him are alone were rare and few. It’s only on the days where Jimmy and Danny are visiting their mom that you and Gordo can actually do things without sneaking around. Not that you mind of course, as long as you have him, you’re happy. 

Gordo swings open the door and scowls down at his son, irritation visible on his face as Danny looks his dad over. “Who’s the bitch?”

“You best watch your words boy, you’re still in deep trouble,” Gordo rumbles as Danny rolls his eyes.

“Please, that was a whole month ago, pretty sure she’s over it. Besides, she still hasn’t talked to me at all. It’s becoming torture. Anyways, mom called, she’s coming over for dinner, so whoever the slut is, get her out.” 

“Don’t you speak about (Y)-, don’t you say shit like that. No wonder why a nice girl like (Y/N) won’t come around no more. Not when you’re so blatantly disrespectful toward women.” Your cheeks burn bright red as you listen into the conversation, heart swelling at Gordo’s attempt to defend you. “Get your ass to your room before you get into more trouble.” Danny peeks into the room but Gordo’s frame blocks most of his view.

“Yeah whatever old man,” he rolls his eyes as Gordo fumes. He has no clue what the hell got into his kid, but damn if he doesn’t want to straighten him out. Maybe he’ll send him to a military school this summer, make him learn some manners and discipline. Deciding to let it go, he lets the door shut before locking it and resting his head against the frame. What the hell is he going to do with that kid? 

A soft kiss to his back and arms wrapping around his middle section startle him from his thoughts as he turns to look back, noticing you standing behind him with your face buried into his skin. “That sounded rough,” you guide him over to his bed and push him down before crawling onto his lap, running your hands through his hair. He closes his eyes as he leans into your touch, his own arms wrapping around you and pulling you into him as he presses a kiss to your lips, the action soft and intimate. 

“I honestly don’t know what I’m gonna do with him,” he replies as you press a kiss to the tip of his nose causing him to scrunch his nose on purpose, knowing how much you love it when he does that. 

“You’ll figure it out. You always do.” You climb off his lap and search for your clothes as he watches you, ignoring the way his arousal begins to reawaken. “Guess I have to get going?” He hangs his head as you dress yourself before walking back over to him and taking his face in your hands. “Do you want me to come back later? I can sneak in through the window.” Gordo chuckles, his hands bringing you into him as he lays his mouth right on your exposed breast.

“Yeah, yeah, that sounds good. 10 sound okay? I have sim training in the AM so I can’t stay up too late, but I do feel bad about having to cut this short,” he kisses you again as you giggle, ruffling his hair.

“Yeah, I’ll make sure to wear your favorite little number,” you reply as he brings a hand up and smacks your ass before you grab your purse from the floor. “I’ll see you later?”

“See you later,” he smiles at you as you climb out the window, landing into the grass below, unaware of a second pair of eyes watching you. Turning your head, you meet Jimmy’s gaze causing you and him to freeze. “Hey, you okay? Why are you just standing the-” Gordo pops his head out of the window upon seeing you freeze but as he turns his gaze, his eyes widen as his mouth drops. “Shit.” 

You swallow thickly as you take a step toward Jimmy only for him to take a step back. “Jimmy, please.” He shakes his head and takes another step back. “Jimmy, please, just hear me out.” Gordo pulls his body back into his room and gets dress before joining you and Jimmy outside. 

“Jimmy, come here.”

“No.”

“Jimmy please.”

“How long have you-. Wait, no.” He shakes his head and begins to walk back inside, Gordo quickly grabs his arm and pulls Jimmy into him as you join the pair. “Let me go, dad.”

“No, not until you listen to us.”

“Let me go!”

“Jimmy please, please,” you beg, tugging at his other arm, a desperate look in your eyes as he sighs, slumping his shoulders.

“How long have you two been together?”

“Only a month. We swear. Jimmy, please, don’t tell anybody.”

“Why? Why are you dating my friend?” He looks at his dad before turning to you. “Why the hell are you dating my dad? I thought you and Danny were together?” If it weren’t for the situation you would have laughed at his assumption but you decided that it would not be in your best interest to laugh.

“One, Danny and I will never be together, two, I like your dad, and I think he likes me too, and we thought we’d give it a try,” you reply as you look down at your watch. “Look, Jimmy. I have to go home. Can we just talk about this later? Can you please keep it a secret for us?”

“What’s in it for me?”

“I’ll buy you every game and every concert ticket you want and whatever else you want. Just please don’t tell anybody.” Jimmy looks between the two of you before turning on his walkman and looping his headphones on his head.

“Fine, I won’t tell. Just… don’t get her pregnant dad. I don’t want another sibling,” he walks away as you and Gordo share a look at each other. Gordo grabs your hand and squeezes it in his.

“So you like me, huh?”

“Yeah, I really do. You should probably talk to him separately though, might be better you than me.”

“Ok. I’ll talk to him. You good to walk home alone or would you like for me to drive you?” You run a hand over his arm as you arch up into his body, still not satisfied at your lack of pleasure. 

“I could go for a ride,” your words have Gordo’s cock twitching in his pants and he desperately wants to take you against the wall, but he’ll have to wait until tonight.

“I can give you a ride, but not the ride you’re wanting. That’s gonna have to wait tonight. Come on, I’ll take you home.”

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“I need to get going,” Gordo states in between kisses as your hands work his belt, his arousal hard against his slacks. “Dinner is in an hour and I haven’t gotten anything for it.” You roll your eyes and reach over, dropping the seat back with a devious grin. 

“Buy something from KFC, like one of their meals or something. I can’t wait til tonight,” you whimper, climbing onto his lap and swirling your hips against his, taking his face in your hands as you shove your tongue in his mouth, swallowing his moan of pleasure. “I’ll be quick, I promise. Don’t wanna keep you away from your evil evil ex,” you tease but there is some bitterness in your words. You’ve seen American hero Tracy Stevens and she’s the All-American girl that people fawn over and you’re not. You’re also very aware of how prominent she is in Danny and Jimmy’s life and in Gordo’s, so it wouldn’t shock you if Gordo realizes just how much he misses his ex and decides he wants her back, therefore jutting you to the curb. 

“Yeah, evil evil ex,” his lips are hot against yours as you rock your hips, the heat from outside making it unbearably hot in the car. “Need you,” his voice is gruff as you fish out his cock from his pants before moving your underwear to the side and lining him up with your entrance, sinking down on him with a satisfied moan, Gordo watching the way your eyes flutter close. 

“Shit Mr. Stevens, you’re so big,” your lips twitch upward as you feel his cock twitch inside of you. Looking down at him, you use his shoulders to guide yourself up and down, his cock stretching you out as you pick up your pace, a sheen layer of sweat forming on yours and his forehead. “I wanna feel you cum in me,” his blue eyes snap open as he looks up at you.

“Wha- I’m not wearing a cond-” your lips shut him up as you reach down, your fingers rubbing your clit in small circles, causing you to whimper against his lips.

“Please Gordo, I’m on the pill. I just wanna feel all of you,” your breath is hot against his as his hands grip into your ass, guiding you against him while you focus on your ecstasy. Speeding up your hand movements, you slowly start to feel your orgasm crest. “Gordo, I need to come.” 

“Me too,” he pants, thrusting up into you as his head falls against the seat. “Need to cum so bad.” 

Not a minute later, your walls clench around his member as a moan escapes your lips while Gordo continues to thrust up to you before spilling inside of you with a grunt, his head collapsing to your shoulder and pressing a kiss to your exposed collar bone while both of you collect your breath. Looking down at his watch, he curses before gently picking you up and setting you down in the passenger seat, his spend leaking out of you and onto the floor of his corvette. “You gotta get goin’, don’t ya?” Gordo doesn’t miss the frown that makes its way on your face. He wishes that you could stay with him and have dinner with him, but he knows it’s not the time nor place for you right now.

“Hey, look at me,” he gently grabs your chin, facing you toward him. “It won’t be long. Only a couple more hours ‘til we can see each other again,” he presses a chaste kiss to your lips as you fix yourself, trying to look presentable. 

“Alright. 10?”

“Yeah, 10.” You slide out of the car with a smile, your panties collecting the rest of him and you.

“I’ll see you later Mr. Stevens.”

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Gordo looks down at his watch for the seventh time only to internally groan when he notes that it only reads 5 minutes past the last time he checked. Tracy raises an eyebrow upon looking at her ex. “Got something important Gordo?”

“Probably a date with his flavor of the week,” Danny mumbles, pushing his food on his plate with a fork as Gordo snaps Danny a glare, meanwhile Tracy scoffs in amusement.

“Who’s it this time? Do you even see the same person more than once?”

“You have no room to talk Tracy. So why don’t ya mind your own business,” she raises her hands in defense before looking at Danny.

“Have you seen her? What is she like?” Danny shrugs as Jimmy leans in, focusing in on the conversation.

“I haven’t seen her. Knew she was here today though.”

“Is that right?” Tracy eyes Gordo who silently fumes in his seat. He wishes he could defend you but he doesn’t want to give anything or anybody away. 

“You guys should shut up. She seems really nice,” Jimmy comments, startling Tracy and Danny.

“Wait a minute, you’ve seen her?”

“Yeah, they’ve been dating for a couple of weeks. So no, dad is not sleeping around, besides it’s not even your business.” Danny’s mouth falls open as Tracy looks at her youngest son.

“Do you know who she is?” Gordo sits on the edge of his seat, trying to hide his anxiety. Jimmy shakes his head before going back to shoveling food in his mouth.

“Nope, but does it matter if she makes him happy?”

“No but I-,” she looks down at her watch before continuing. “I gotta get going. Have some stuff to catch up on. I’ll see you guys later,” she kisses Danny and Jimmy’s head before rushing away, leaving all three boys to themselves.

“How the fuck does Jimmy know about her and I don’t?”

“Jimmy found out by accident. I was going to tell you guys but not until much later. Why don’t we go and watch some tv.”

“Actually no, I’m gonna go hang out with my friends who tell me stuff.” Danny pushes back from the table before heading to his car and peeling out of the driveway, leaving Jimmy and Gordo alone.

“Thank you, Jimmy.”

“Yeah, whatever,” Jimmy leaves while Gordo sits there. Looking down at his watch, he reads the time. 8:55. He grabs his coat and heads for his car, guess I can have a drink or two.

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[anachronistic-falsehood]

HELLO WHISKEY I HEAR WE ARE DOING BLORBO TALKS. i have so many. unfortunately you will have to put up with me talking about danny ohantom <3 i was tempted to go with gillion but ill save him for another time. daniel james phantom the original blorbo ever.

i love you unintentional trans allegories. i love you ghost themed superhero. danny was a 14 yr old kid who got caught up in his ghost hunter parents' crazy machinery trying to open a portal between the real world and the ghost zone (where all the ghosts live) and danny accidentally turned it on WHILE HE WAS INSIDE THE MACHINE. and it kind of. well. ripped him apart. the boy literally died at 14 . but also he didnt die. he got stuck between two dimensions and it made him fucked up and gave him superpowers !!!!!

Something i absolutely love abt the show is that in season 1, dannys powers are still REALLY new to him and he doesnt know how to use them. he doesnt learn how to actually weaponize his powers until episode 4 !!! for a monster of the week type show where he literally has to Fight Something every episode, thats a long ass time spent not knowing how to fight things!!!! he does stuff on accident like turning invisible at random or turning intangible and falling through the floor/through an object and tripping. its so. painfully awkward teen and i love it so much.

hes still a snarky annoying quippy teenage boy, but hes also scared. he doesnt know what the hell is going on ever, and the only person who has any idea what hes going through is another half-ghost who is. literally his arch nemesis!! actively trying to kill his dad!!! he cant go to that guy for help!!! but also theyre the only two people like this in the whole world so there is plenty of "we're a lot more similar than you realize" on both sides. augh.

luckily !!! he has two friends (Tucker and Sam) who were there with him the day of the accident and know everything about his powers. so hes not totally alone. and later on his older sister Jazz figures out his identity and has the mindset of "im not going to confront him about this, he'll come to me on his own terms" and instead helps cover for him with their parents behind his back :] and he does go to her about it eventually!! and she becomes part of the team!!! the sibling dynamic is so real. Jazz is so annoying sometimes but so is danny theres a really good balance of "siblings annoying each other but if you try to hurt them ill kill you" energy.

do not look at the dp fandom theyre all wrong about everything ever. the show is not full of angst 24/7 its actually very lighthearted and funny and fun to watch despite the. tanked writing in later episodes !!! however the premise is literally a teenage boy getting ripped apart by the ghost dimension so naturally the implications are. well. you know.

ANYWAY!!!!!! ghost boy forever. <3

MACCC I LOVE WHEN U TALK ABT DANNY PHANTOM!!! i didn't watch much of it but i watched a handful of episodes and yeagh that is guy goin thru Problems right there!!! my beloved blorbo in law <3 u go u funky lil teenage boy who got ripped apart by a ghost dimension and literally died at 14 but also didn't die <3 FUCKED UP PREMISE!!!LOVE THAT THE SHOW IS SO LIGHTHEARTED ABT IT!!!! that's so funny. making a comedy out of something fucked up <3