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theres-a-tvjoe · 8 months

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Nice Guys Throw Punches - SFK/DRW

Well, here’s the fluffiest, most protective!Danny that’s been stuck in my brain for days. Big thanks to @ofthecaravel for freaking out with me eeeeee here we go.

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Wanted: Have You Seen This Man? He’s actually just a really nice guy.

That’s what Danny’s poster had said. And he is. He is a nice guy, has on more than one occasion been called a gentle giant (mostly by Josh), fills his role as band mediator with ease, and has always been a lover, not a fighter.

But, he supposes, exceptions are always made. Which is what got him to where he is now, sitting on the bumper of an ambulance next to the festival beer garden with a broken nose and split knuckles.

He swears he’s a nice guy.

One Hour Earlier

It’s not surprising that Lollapalooza is packed to the gills with drunk and high festival goers. It’s the nature of a festival to be a sprawling bacchanalian free for all, really. That’s why the Kiszka brothers thrive at festivals and why Danny always feels like he’s herding kittens trying to keep all three of them alive.

“Thanks,” Danny says, nodding to the bartender in the beer garden before wading his way back through the throngs of people, holding the two bottles of beer a little higher to avoid being jostled by someone telling an overenthusiastic story.

They’d played earlier in the day, a riotous set that went off without a hitch and left them all in a post-show euphoria that was only briefly interrupted by showers and changing clothes before continuing on now.

“Beer delivery,” Danny chirps, sidling up behind Sam and moving his boyfriend’s chestnut hair to one side of his neck. Sam is mid conversation with Jake and Josh, the three of them talking completely over each other. Danny presses the cold beer to the sensitive skin of Sam’s neck, grinning.

Sam squawks loudly, immediately turning and swatting at him.

“Asshole,” he half shouts, trying in vain to pinch at Danny’s sides while the taller man evades his efforts. “That’s no way to treat the love of your life.”

Danny hastily apologises to the group of girls he bumps into trying to avoid Sam’s punishment, looping an arm around Sam’s waist and tugging him close, a beer still in each hand.

“I’m sorry,” he says, still grinning.

Sam makes a grab for Danny’s backwards hat, missing when Danny makes a bite at his arm. “You are not, you unrepentant frat boy -”

“Am too, and if I’m a frat boy that makes you -”

“Alright alright,” Josh says, clapping his hands. “Enough, children. Daniel, give the baby his beer before he gets cranky.”

Danny laughs, not letting Sam go but handing him the beer and pressing a kiss to his temple.

“I hate you,” Sam says, leaning into him.

Danny grins. “I know, baby. Drink your beer.”

“Don’t tell me what to do.”

“Oh my fucking god,” Jake rolls his eyes. He takes a pull of his own beer, shaking his head fondly.

It’s been over a year now since Sam and Danny had made it official - it being them, of course, and their decision to finally end everyone’s collective ‘will they, won’t they’ misery. Happy tears were shed by parents, hollers and hugs were given by siblings. But Sam had been deeply offended when literally no one was surprised by their announcement of a relationship, and had pinched Danny’s nipple right through his shirt as revenge when the taller man had shrugged and said ‘that’s fair, it was a long time coming’.

“It’s really packed in here,” Josh says, looking around them. More people are flooding into the beer garden, musicians and festival goers alike, and it’s making personal space significantly harder to come by.

They’ve melded with a group of other players, conversation flowing easily and laughter loud. Danny is regretting his choice of a white t-shirt, knowing that the chances of a spill are getting higher by the second but it’s worth it to watch Sam’s face light up as he tells a story.

As if on cue, Sam gestures broadly with his hand and accidentally catches the drink of a passerby, knocking it against their chest.

“Oh shit,” Sam says, turning. “Sorry man -”

The man hisses angrily as he peels his wet shirt away from his chest. He’s about Danny’s height but twice as broad, bald headed and skin going pink with anger. Danny frowns, not liking the way the man’s mood has shifted so quickly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you!” he spits, throwing his now empty cup onto the ground and shaking the spilled beer off his hand. “Fucking - my shirt is ruined .”

The unexpected anger draws the attention of the twins and the rest of the group, eyes widening in surprise at the outburst.

Sam winces, obviously feeling bad. “It was an accident, man, I’ll buy you another drink -”

“Shut the fuck up,” the man snaps, finally looking up from his shirt to fix his angry stare at Sam.

“Listen, he said he was sorry,” Danny interjects, brow furrowed as he steps between Sam and the man, hands up between them. He wants to keep the peace, to get this asshole on his way as fast as possible, but something isn’t sitting right. His heart is beating faster now, the tension palpable. “It was an accident, it happens. We can find you another shirt.”

The man snorts, looking Sam up and down before turning to fix his gaze on Danny.

“You know, I saw you two earlier,” he says, sneering. “Looking awfully cozy. Maybe if you knew how to control your bitch this wouldn’t have happened.”

“What the fuck,” Jake says, automatically stepping closer to Sam. Josh circles a hand instinctively around Sam’s wrist, anchoring him to the spot.

“Hey, fuck you man -” Sam starts, brows dropping in anger as he moves to step forward only to be impeded by Josh.

“See?” the man laughs, the sound grating and mean. He pokes a finger into Danny’s chest. “Maybe I should take him off your hands, teach him some fucking manners -”

Danny isn’t sure when he drops his beer, but somewhere between the bottle leaving his hand and it hitting the ground, he makes a choice.

No one talks about Sam that way, not while Daniel fucking Wagner walks the earth.

He reels back and throws a hard punch, fist connecting solidly with the man’s face in a loud thud. The garden immediately erupts into chaos, people stumbling backwards from the fight to get away from the crossfire. Josh yanks Sam back as the man retaliates, grappling Danny to the ground as they both throw hit after hit.

A few others jump in to try to break it up, but it’s violent.

What feels like an hour is only a minute, maybe two before security is rushing in and pulling the two men apart. There’s blood in the dirt and Danny has never been so angry in his life.

“Let me go,” Danny demands, struggling against the hold of two security guards. The other man is yelling obscenities and slurs while being forcefully escorted from the tent, and Danny takes some satisfaction from the split lip he’s sporting. “I’m - Jesus, I’m not going to go after him, let me go.”

“I’ll get the medics,” one of them says, speaking quickly into the radio on his chest before striding out of the tent. The security guard lets Danny go, telling him not to go anywhere until the medic arrives.

The entire garden is a mess of activity and chatter, the energy thrumming with nerves and surprise. Danny’s ears are ringing and his heart is pounding out of his chest. The adrenaline is still thrumming at a million miles an hour through his veins, and he barely registers he’s being spoken to until there are gentle hands on either side of his face.

“Daniel,” Sam is saying, sweet face creased with worry. “Hey, look at me.”

“Medic is over here, come on,” Jake is saying, hand gentle on Danny’s upper arm. Josh is shooing people out of the way, already explaining everything that happened to the paramedic.

“Hey man,” says the medic, getting Danny’s attention. “My name is Noah. Looks like you got into a bit of a scrap, hey?”

Danny shakes his head, but immediately winces as pain shoots through his face.

“I’m fine,” he croaks, but the words come out a little slurred. Suddenly Danny is very aware of the blood in his mouth.

“Here, let’s sit him down,” Noah says, helping Jake seat Danny on the bumper of the ambulance, the back doors wide and a medical bag opened.

Sam is pacing back and forth, continually running his hands through his hair. Josh is off to the side, on the phone with management already while Jake confers with security again.

Noah makes Danny follow a pen with his eyes, checks his pulse, and listens to his heart. He carefully tips Danny’s head back, helping him hold an ice pack over his nose.

“Well I can tell you one thing,” he says good naturedly. “It’s a good thing you guys already played your set, because you’re going to be hurting once that adrenaline wears off.”

“Already there,” Danny says, the words coming out like he’s got the world's worst cold. Everything fucking hurts now. His knuckles are aching and his head feels like one giant bruise.

“Yeah,” Noah sighs sympathetically, jotting something down on his clipboard before pulling out a few butterfly bandages from his bag. “A broken nose is no fun. But it’s not crooked, so that’s a small victory.”

That seems to stir Sam from his pacing, nearly skidding to a stop in front of Danny.

“What the hell were you thinking, Daniel?!” he bursts, every inch of him seeming to vibrate with anxiety. “You’ve never made a fist in your fucking life and you decide that testing it out on a man twice your size is the way to go?”

Noah bites his lips together, giving Danny a ‘you’re in trouuuuuble’ look as he pulls the ice pack away gently.

“We were the same height,” Danny protests weakly, wincing as Noah carefully places a butterfly bandage over the split skin on the bridge of his nose.

“No, shut up,” Sam says, scrubbing a hand down his face. “Just - why, Daniel?”

Danny frowns, confused by the question.

“What do you mean, why?” he asks, dutifully holding still as Noah continues to work on cleaning him up.

Sam rolls his eyes, but he looks dangerously close to tears. Danny’s heart aches in his chest, and he wants to pull his boyfriend closer.

“I mean why,” Sam repeats. “Why did you start a fight?”

“He started it,” Danny protests, wincing as Noah cleans his knuckles. “I wasn’t just going to stand there and let him talk about you like that, Sam. I didn’t even - I didn’t even think about it, alright? I just did it.”

Sam seems to deflate a little at that, jaw working stubbornly.

“Well it was fucking stupid,” he says, scuffing at an errant pebble with the toe of his sneaker. “Now you look like a sad raccoon with your -” he gestures to Danny’s face. “Black eyes and shit.”

“Cute look,” Danny says, not bothering to fight the fierce wave of fondness welling inside of him for his boyfriend. Only Sam would manage to express fear and concern as a truly bizarre insult. “What a weird way to kick a guy while he’s down. How about a ‘thanks for sticking up for me, Danny’ or an ‘I love you, Danny’?”

“I love you Danny,” Josh says, pocketing his phone as he comes to join them. He swings an arm around Sam, pulling him in for a tight hug despite the younger man fighting it. “This little rat bastard of a child is just trying to pretend he’s not scared shitless because his boy got hurt, isn’t that right Sam?”

“I am not scared,” Sam says, shoving Josh away. Jake rolls his eyes, moving to sit next to Danny on the bumper of the ambulance. “I’m pissed off, he could’ve - he could have died! And then we’d have to get a new drummer, okay, and that’s just a pain in the ass -”

Noah gives Danny the all clear, and he stands. He has no doubt he looks like shit, shirt stained with blood, eyes blooming black and blue, knuckles and nose bandaged.

“Sammy,” Danny interrupts him gently. “C’mere.”

“No,” Sam snaps, crossing his arms and resolutely looking at the ground. “You’re gross. You’re all bloody.”

“Sam,” Danny repeats. He opens his arms, waiting patiently.

Sam doesn’t last another five seconds before he’s throwing himself into Danny’s arms, hiding his face in Danny’s neck.

“Why would you do that?” he whispers, and Danny can feel the tremble in Sam’s willowy frame. “You - you got hurt, Daniel, okay? Why -”

“Because I love you,” Danny murmurs, pressing his lips carefully to the top of Sam’s head. “And I figured one of us was about to throw a punch, so better me than you. That face of yours is our moneymaker.”

Sam laughs wetly, sniffling a little against Danny’s neck. He pulls back, wiping roughly at his eyes.

“Shut up,” he says, but he’s smiling now. Danny smiles back, even though it hurts.

“Alright, cut it out,” Josh says, voice suspiciously choked. “If you start crying, Jake’s going to cry.”

“Yeah right,” Jake says, but his sunglasses have been firmly placed over his eyes. He turns to Noah, clearing his throat. “What’s the verdict? Hospital?”

“If you want to, but you don’t have to,” Noah says, zipping up his med bag. He strips off his gloves, giving them all an easy smile. “It’s not a bad break and nothing is crooked. So as long as you keep icing it and go easy, you shouldn’t have an issue. Obviously, if you start bleeding again or notice any changes in your vision or headaches, go right away.”

“Roger that,” Josh nods, reaching out a hand to Noah to shake. “Thanks for your help.”

“No problem, guys,” Noah says, shaking each of their hands (Danny’s very gently). “A great set, by the way. Now get out of here, go rest.”

“You heard the man,” Jake says, standing and gesturing for them to get a move on. “Let’s go.”

The ride back to the hotel is longer than expected with a stop at a pharmacy for some painkillers and ice packs, but they’re back and getting settled as the sun is sinking below the horizon. Showers are had, painkillers taken, and room service on the way.

Sam is fussing with the pillows on the bed - trying to get them to an appropriate height for Danny to be propped up while he sleeps - when there’s a knock at their door. Danny goes to answer, waving Sam off with a gentle reminder that he can handle opening a door with a broken nose.

It’s Jake and Josh, unsurprisingly, the two of them standing in the doorway expectantly.

Danny opens the door a little wider with a huffed laugh, welcoming them in.

“Just wanted to make sure you’re doing okay,” Jake says, peering around the corner at Sam with an amused smile. “See if you need anything.”

“We’re good,” Danny says gratefully. “Thanks though. How much trouble did I get us into with management?”

Josh waves him off, blowing a raspberry. “Nothing for you to worry about, Danny boy. We told them of your heroic act in defence of Sam, it’s all fine.”

Danny lets out a breath he hadn’t realised he’d been holding, relieved.

“Thanks man,” he says. “Really appreciate it. I didn’t mean to make such a mess of things.”

Jake pins him with a gentle look. “You didn’t make a mess of things,” he says, voice a little softer like he doesn’t want Sam to overhear. “You went to battle for our baby brother. He’s lucky to have you, Danny. We couldn’t ask for a better man for him, I hope you know that.”

Danny feels like he’s been winded, the words so achingly sincere yet so simple in a way that only Jake ever manages to pull off. He blinks a few times in quick succession, surprised by the sudden burn of tears.

“I’d do anything for him,” he says simply, voice wobbling because there’s nothing else to say. It’s Danny’s foundational truth. There’s nothing he wouldn’t do for Sam.

“We know,” Josh says, smiling and squeezing Danny’s arm. He clears his throat, looking around the corner at Sam. “Good thing, too,” he says, louder. “We were worried no one would take him off our hands, you know. He’s a real pain in the ass.”

“Huge,” Jake agrees, nodding seriously. “We really can’t thank you enough for your sacrifice. We thought we’d be stuck with him forever.”

“Oh my god, can you two leave,” Sam shouts, brandishing a pillow like he’s going to march over and hit them. “I have to tend to my injured boyfriend, go be annoying somewhere else!”

Jake lifts his hands in surrender, smirking as he backs away towards the door.

“Be good, kiddos,” Josh chirps with a wink. “No strenuous activity!”

Danny laughs, shaking his head as he bids them both goodnight, locking the door behind them. He pads back into the bedroom, sitting carefully on the edge of the bed.

“C’mere,” he murmurs, reaching out for Sam. He pulls him to stand between his knees, looking up at him. He rests his hands on Sam’s hips, thumbs brushing the soft skin just under his threadbare shirt. “I’m sorry I scared you today.”

Sam swallows, lifting a hand to tug at one of Danny’s damp curls.

“Yeah, well,” he says softly, smiling a little. “It was also pretty sexy of you to defend my honour like that.”

Danny smiles, squeezing Sam’s hips. “Yeah?”

Sam snorts, rolling his eyes. “Don’t let it go to your head. You barely made it out alive.”

Danny barks a laugh. He slaps Sam’s ass teasingly, pulling him closer and tugging him down into his lap.

“Screw you, I was winning,” he says, reaching up to tuck a strand of hair behind Sam’s ear as the smaller man settles in his lap.

“Oh, is it opposite day?”

“If it is then I really hate you,” Danny quips, smiling up at him.

Sam rolls his eyes, hands so careful when they cup Danny’s face. He leans in and kisses him gently.

“I hate you too, Daniel Wagner.”

#greta van fleet #greta van fluff #greta van fic #sam kiszka #sam kiszka/danny wagner #danny wagner #josh kiszka #Jake kiszka #sanny gvf #sanny

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f1xmalereader · 1 year

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Pierre Gasly x Male!Reader Insta AU [Race Edition]

Pierre Gasly posted

Getting ready for the race. Hope my good luck charm is watching 😉

Y/N: Of course my love

Pierre: Good, won't be a good race otherwise

Y/N Posted

Rooting for my favourite driver to win

Daniel Ricciardo: That's me, right?

Y/N: Of course Danny. My eyes are only on your car.

Pierre Gasly: Wow, Y/N I'm deeply offended.

F1 Fan: Guys, my dads are arguing

Pierre Gasly Posted

What a race. Thank you for being there @Y/N. Best boyfriend ever.

Y/N: Would do anything for you, my love.

Daniel Ricciardo: I'm gonna be sick. It's too cute.

Pierre Gasly: Shut up Ric, trying to steal my boy. I'm watching you.

Y/N Posted

Chilling in the hotel post race. So proud of you Pierre

Daniel Ricciardo: Liked by Pierre Gasly?

Pierre Gasly: Always. Gotta support the boyfriend.

Y/N: You guys should get together.

#f1 imagine #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 #formula 1 x reader #f1 fic #male reader #x male reader #pierre gasly #Pierre Gasly x Male reader #Pierre Gasly x reader

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quotessharry · 1 year

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Welcome to New York (DR3 one shot)

I am very keen on writing for Danny as you can see so here is it :D

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x original female character

Word count: 5803

warning: none

Synopsis: Daniel lands in New York for redbull's car launch and meets his best friend but the lines kept getting blurred

She impatiently paced the JFC airport, waiting for Daniel to show up. She missed him dearly, they haven’t seen each other since the Austin GP that she travelled for.

On the other hand Daniel’s heart was bursting out of his chest at the thought of seeing his best friend after months, he would’ve go to her much sooner if he didn’t intend to spend time in Australia as much as he did but they tried their best to keep in contact and it created a never ending cycle of Daniel calling her at midnight when it was only noon in Australia, then apologizing rapidly and saying he’d call another time but she knew he is calling to show her his talent in dirt bike or riding a horse and how could she deny the smile shinier than the sun behind him? They’d end up speaking until 2-3 AM and finally she’d excuse herself to get few hours of sleep before work.

She slapped his hand away from her shoulder and spoke “really Daniel? You see the greatest friend the world has gave you after months and this is how you treat her?”

He knew she wasn’t deeply offended “then what does the greatest friend the world has gave me, wants me to say to satisfy her?” He said with a laugh

“Oh I don’t know how about I’ve missed you so much and I can’t wait to spend time in your company?” She said, pretending she is thinking too deep.

Daniel laughed louder and pulled her into a tighter hug “I have missed you so much and I indeed can’t wait to spend time in your company, pun intended”

Her laugh was muffled by her face pressed against him, despite the fact that he hated cold he was always warm “no way I’m taking you to the company, it’s not bring your child to work day or something”

They started walking to take his bags as he talked “what? So you just gonna leave me unsupervised? That’s brutal”

Her hand slid down from gripping his arm to his wrist, fingers wrapped around his skin and she took him with her “come, we gonna be late for lunch”

They were finally in safety of the car from the rain and brutal wind, she settled back and waited for him to start the car, enjoying the warmth her hoodie and oversized coat was providing her.

“What are you waiting for, Daniel? Start the car” she said, after sitting there aimlessly.

Daniel pouted “you didn’t say it back”

She looked puzzled “say back what-? Oh I’m so sorry I thought it was pretty obvious how much I’ve missed you considering I drove all the way from Tribeca to Queens all by myself to see your pretty ass” she said the whole line pretty seriously.

Daniel was trying to hide the smile but failed and soon his face was adorned with his dimples “aw that’s why you’re the best” and he drove away. She told him the car is all his and he did use the opportunity, he played with the radio button until he found a channel playing those country western songs he loved and he made sure to sing along to every single one of them even though he just got off a 21 hour flight.

Both of them let out a sigh out of relief when they sat back on red leather sofa in restaurant, waiting for food to arrive. The rain was hitting the window and made them feel cozier in the space they were in. They didn’t know what to say so they just stared at each other, both feeling blessed that they got to stare at a beautiful human being in front of them. Daniel broke the silence, corner of his lips almost forming a smirk “so which hotel am I driving myself?” She yawned before replying “oh shut up you’re not staying in a hotel, I cleaned up a room for you. No way I’m letting you out of my sight”

That was her way of showing emotions and Daniel loved how indirect but genuine it always was, she would never bother to use pet names and sweet words but instead would do it with actions no matter how small or big.

“I mean we’re going to the same place at the end of the day aren’t we?” She said, shrugging her shoulders.

“What? You’ll be at car launch?”

“Yeah? They’re announcing me as new sponsor so I might as well come”

That’s how they met, she was an sponsor in his Redbull days and as he kept attending events they grew closer, they got close enough that she followed Daniel in every team he went and after a long circle they both ended up where they started.

Daniel had plenty of calls from Christian and Blake asking him to go to the hotel but he refused all of it, he didn’t want to mess up his stay with her after months. Staying with her felt warm and cozy, almost like he was back in his farm in Australia and he wouldn’t trade it with a repetitive hotel room with cold bed.

She unlocked the door and they both got in, Daniel headed for the windows to see the spectacular Tribeca view “rich lifestyle looks good on you” he teased, his face half facing her as he kept his eyes on the view of the skyline and the buildings ahead. She threw herself on the sofa, legs dangling above the floor so she wouldn’t get dirt on it, face hidden between the cushions as she spoke “rich lifestyle? Says the guy with 3 houses in three different continents, who owns 7 cars and got paid millions”

Daniel briefly turned his head to look at her, only to find her hidden in her extremely over sized winter clothes on the sofa with her head being the most obvious thing, his gaze was soon back to the view but he continued speaking “yeah need I remind you, you bought this house from Lewis for what, like $70 millions?”

With her head still buried, she showed him a middle finger “touché”

He saw her reaction through the reflection on the window and laughed, a loud genuine laugh that echoed through the empty house and made her feel better, it’s been a while since she heard him laughing as nice in her presence and she smiled to herself at the fact that he just seemed better and healthier. She left her spot and walked to him, slapping his ass to get his attention causing him to yelp “I didn’t know you have it bad for spanking”

“If i were you I’d be thankful I have it bad for spanking and not choking” she said, raising eyebrows and waited for him until the realization settled on his face “savage”

“I know Daniel, I know. Why don’t I show you your room and while you’re settling down I’ll think of dinner?” She offered, putting a hand on his lower back as she started guiding him to the elevator.

It was late, neither troubled themselves by checking the clock and they couldn’t careless. She carried two wine glasses and laid back on the bigger sofa, she heard footsteps on the stairs and soon Daniel came into the view with nothing but underwear and the burgundy silk robe she ordered for him with “DR3” sewed on its chest, he put two wine bottles on the table and filled both glasses, the sound of the glasses making contact broke the silence but neither said anything until she drank it, humming in approval “this is nice but I prefer my wine a bit more sour, this tastes a bit too sweet for me” she observed, and finished the glass nonetheless.

“So you wouldn’t mind if I take away both bottles?” Daniel teased and slurped his wine, eyes not leaving her figure. Even under the low lights it wasn’t too hard for him to notice her dark green sleepwear. Deep down he considered himself the luckiest for witnessing her sleeping on her back in nothing but a thin dark green silk that if the lights were on, he’d be seeing much more due to the sheer materia. He also knew he doesn’t need bright light to know she looks hella good in it and he’d have trouble to convince himself that he should be keeping his hands off from trying to get a small taste. He threw his tattooed leg over the other and didn’t take his eyes off her, it would be a crime to do it.

She held herself on her elbow and looked at him, frowning while actively tried to balance the wine glass so it wouldn’t spill on her flawless white sofa “what? No bitch those are mine they stay until one bottle is completely empty”

He laughed while taking more sips, cleaning his mouth with the back of his hand as his eyes tried to regain focus in darkness, god he missed her so much “whatever you say your highness, you know you can order more if you want right? You were there when we launched it for US” he made a valid point and pointed at the bottles on the table.

Her eyes briefly drifted to his thighs and the colored ink but she didn’t let it linger. She’d never admit it in a presence of another human being but it was her deepest desire to sit between his legs and get a close detailed look of the inks and ask him one by one what does every single one of them means, for now she’d settle with a view in the dark. She narrowed her eyes, hoping he’d see “now why would I do that when my best friend can get me a bottle filled with eternal love and friendship?”

Daniel didn’t bother to tie back his robe as it was loosen due to him constantly sinking deeper into the sofa “ just accept that you’re too stingy to pay”

She sat straight and poured herself another glass, before drinking she spared him a glance “sei incredibile” and gulped down the entire thing.

Daniel couldn’t say much but to laugh again at her.

The glass was filled again and she leaned back, letting her hair to fall on her bare shoulders “you know it’s nice”

“What is?” He asked innocently, Daniel knew the answer, he just wanted to hear her say it, he wanted something exclusive from her for himself to hold on to, something to let his mind to linger on when he had nothing to think about.

She laughed softly, shaking her head at him “you gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” and then she looked him as if the darkness had no effect on her eyes and she could see all of him, with a smile that he could see even if all the lights were off. He knew he’d do anything and everything to relive this moment over and over again.

She put the glass on the table and tangled her legs, her hand supporting her head “fine I will, it’s really nice to have you over here, satisfied?”

He smiled widely at her, the corner of his eyes crinkled “very, very satisfied”

He pointed at the loose robe “was the robe part of the plan? Be honest you just wanted to see all of this glory” he pointed at himself and his abs.

She was indeed enjoying the view, Daniel was one of the most good looking guy in her life, she had seen him all naked considering the multiple times they’ve shared a hotel room or went skinny dipping, but there was something in seeing him sitting in front of her, wine glass in his hand and a teasing smile on those perfect lips while half of his tattoo was hidden by his underwear and he sculpted body was only visible cause the robe was loose, it kept her guessing and asking for more but only in her mind.

“I could only hope you’re enjoying all of this glory as well” she threw back his line at him, the wine in her system making her not to care how much she’d flirt.

He sipped more of his wine, it felt good to finally drink in a presence of someone he deeply craved, and he wasn’t committed to the sport before so alcohol couldn’t really hurt. Through the low light he could see the perfect skin of her legs and hands, bare shoulders hidden underneath an army of long hair, no trace of makeup could be seen on her face, he knew she only appears like that in front of him and him only. She’d never say it loud but he also knew it’s because she feels a deep insecurity towards her face even though he would definitely say she is the most beautiful woman his eyes had the pleasure of seeing, he tilted his head to the side and kept looking at her “you” he said, laughing silently.

“Me?” She asked, slightly confused by his one word statement.

He laid his head on the sofa and blinked, the wine starting to make its affect obvious “yes, you. Just you. I don’t think anything else can do you justice”

It was only then that he noticed something else, wine wasn’t the drink she’d go to when the purpose was getting drunk, unless she wanted to stay drunk more than usual, the empty wine bottle makes his suspicious even more evident and he started to think something was wrong that she was actively ignoring.

“I think I’m going to bed now, sleep well Daniel” she said, before he gets the chance to ask something.

He rubbed his eyes and blinked rapidly “hey, hey wait” he called out before she gets into the elevator.

She stopped in her truck and turned around, watching him taking long steps towards her. He stopped and looked her down, eyes searching to see if he can find anything in those icy blue eyes, his hands resting on his sides. He subconsciously brought up his hand to put it on her face but changed his mind the last minute and pulled back, closing his fist. She didn’t miss any of this, her eyes fixed on his hand “you know, I don’t bite. Not you at least” she murmured, gulping loudly.

He stepped closer, his knuckles ghosting over her cheek “are you well?”

It was a simple question but with no simple answer for her, she blinked up at him, placing her hand on his bicep “I’m ok Danny”

He placed the palm of his hand on her face, she already loved the warmth and softness it gave her and she leaned into the touch much to his surprise. He traced the skin with her thumb and his face dropped lower, he noticed the strap of her nightgown fell and he reached with two fingers grabbing the strap and dragging it back on her shoulder, his fingers leaving goosebumps behind, he talked quietly “but I can tell something is wrong, it’s me, I’m not an stranger” he dared himself and put his other hand on her waist while dragging the hand resting on her cheek to her neck. She closed her eyes to fully enjoy his touch and long finger, letting herself to get lost in the warmth. Her reaction made him ballsy and he pulled her closer, his hand running up and down her side, feeling her hot skin through her nightgown. She hummed in response and didn’t move, not wanting the moment to end.

His hand moved from the side of her neck to grip the back of her head, his fingers digging into the muscle and kneading it, giving her a much needed release, he moved his hand higher and tangled her hair, she immediately leaned back into the touch. The sound that left her mouth hits him too hard and his grip tightened, he leaned down and pressed his forehead against her, closing his eyes to enjoy their closeness “talk to me, please, I’m worried about you”

She smiled at his words, it’s been a long time since someone has said words like that to her, the sweetness and feelings behind those words had her stomach dropping and tears gathering at the corner of her eyes, she put her hand on his face, feeling the roughness of his beard, his actions had her heart racing like crazy.

She nuzzled her nose to him “this is all about you, my issues doesn’t matter. I’m...I’m fine” she tried so hard to keep her voice steady but failed miserably. His eyes opened immediately at her broken voice and he decided not to push it more. They both looked at each other, his heart shattered in his chest at the sight of her blue eyes filled with tears. In all the years of their friendship he has never seen her as broken as now, not even when he was having the shittiest day ever she was the one who held him, made jokes and played music to lift him up. She accepted the hug with no hesitation, her hands wrapped around him as tight as she could and hands gripping the soft material of his robe harshly, her face hiding in his neck.

He softly kissed her cheek and wrapped his arms securely around her, keeping her as close as possible and felt her rapid heartbeat.

“It’s ok, you can let it go, I’m here” he murmured to her as softly as possible.

She felt like she has kept it all inside for too long and she finally had the chance to let it all go.

In that moment Daniel would do anything for her to stop sobbing uncontrollably, the sound of her was so heartbreaking for him to endure. He just stood there and held her in his arms, rubbing her back and saying he is always there for her and it’s ok while leaving small kisses wherever he could reach. They don’t know how long they stood there and she cried in his arms, he only let go when her body stopped shaking and he no longer could hear her heart wrenching sobs.

She looked up at him with teary eyes and wet face, his thumb wiped away the tears and both smiled at each other.

“Come, let’s wash your face and tuck you in” he said with a smiling face, booping her nose and throwing his hand over her shoulder as she smiled sheepishly.

The pair only got a good look at each other when he flicked the light on. They both stood in front of the mirror and she stared at their reflection, taking in how good they looked and more importantly how much healthier and happier Daniel was and it warmed her heart.

He moved behind her and gathered her hair, humming a song under his breath.

“You look good” she said, smiling at him.

He peaked from behind her “aw thanks, you look good too”

“This is going to look so weird but a man gotta do what he gotta do” he said before wrapping her entire hair around his fist causing her to laugh loud.

“I didn’t know you’re into that” she didn’t get the chance to say anything else as he pushed her head down by his fist and splashed cold water on her face.

“Oh you were saying?” He said staring at her wet face, she looked like a fish.

“Literally fuck you Daniel that was cold” she gritted between her teeth and grabbed the towel. “I know, but don’t you feel better already?” He tried to make a point.

“I’d much prefer warm water in winter” she opened a cabinet, grabbing hand cream and lip balm.

Daniel tried to be a good friend and not to stare at her when she stood in front of him, wearing the thinnest material of sleep gown she could find not to mention how well the color looked on her skin, he could swore if his eyes goes down lower than her neck, the things he would see gonna keep him all night with his hand dipped in his underwear.

He stood in front of her, his hands keeping her face straight so he could look at her “seriously, how are we feeling? And don’t tell me fine”

“I’m better now, satisfied?” She said, not wanting to look away from his handsome face.

He left a kiss on her forehead, lingering his lips before speaking “that’s good to know”

She reached and grabbed the lip balm, opening the tube and applying some to her fingertips “don’t you moisturize those pretty lips of yours Danny?”

The sentence made his brain glitch, and a blush made it’s way on his sun kissed cheeks, the thought that she found his lips pretty danced in his mind ruthlessly.

She laughed at his face as she touched his cheek “Danny? Oh my god, did I just make the great Daniel Ricciardo blush? What a day to be alive”

“Oh shut up you, you don’t see me making comments about you in this thing you’re wearing, what are you gonna do anyway” he scolded her, arms folded in front of his chest.

She raised her eyebrows, challenging him with the ice in her eyes “maybe you should” She stepped closer “stay still”

“What? No”

“Why no?”

“I’m a grown man I can apply my own lip balm”

“If you could, your lips wouldn’t look like you just escaped Sahara desert, it’s midnight cmon it’s just a lip balm it won’t hurt your fragile masculinity” this time she scolded him.

Daniel didn’t know how he was gonna get through her touching his lips but he shook his head as yes. She stood on her tiptoes and ran her finger on his chapped lips, he just stood there and reveled in her soft finger touching his lips ever so delicately.

“Look it’s over, you can go to sleep now”

“Yeah let’s tuck you in first”

He wasn’t joking about tucking her in, he helped her to get on bed, pulled the blanket over her body and made her promise if she ever felt like she isn’t ok in the middle of the night, she’d go to his room without a second thought.

Daniel was never happier about seeing a bed and being alone in a bedroom as much as he was in that moment. How was he supposed to get over tonight?

Her head was comfortably between two pillows and she was enjoying the warmth of the blanket until her phone ranged under her pillow, she whined and reached her hand to pick the phone, answering it with closed eyes “what the fuck do you want so early in the morning?”

“Early? Girl it’s 10 am and you were supposed to be here 2 hours ago” a male voice who belonged to her assistant spoke

She face palmed herself “what? Oh god sorry I was a bit wine drunk last night and-“

“And you forgot to tell me you won’t be coming in today cause you have guest over” he finished the sentence for her

“Well yes” she admitted

“I figured, enjoy your day and tomorrow, and weekend. I wouldn’t say no if you decide to show up though” he said, while laughing

“You dick, figure it out yourself, I don’t know forge my signature” she suggested

“That’s what I’ve been doing but I feel better now knowing you allow it, enjoy” and the line went quiet.

She got out of the bed, not caring enough about bed hair and went down stairs.

Daniel was in the hall, still in his underwear and a big box in front of him, he turned to her with his usual smile “hello pretty, good morning, slept well?”

She blinked multiple times at the pet name but brushed it off fast “morning, what’s that?”

He happily brought out a dark blue RedBull shirt “2023 team kit, I gave your address and it came in this morning”

She made her way to the kitchen to make breakfast “that’s why you’re standing naked in my hall at 10 am?” She threw him a look, letting her eyes enjoy the glory in front of her.

“Naked? You plan all of this to get me naked?” His hand teasingly moved to his underwear waistband and grabbed it with his two fingers, carefully sliding one side down and showing his hip bone.

She just watched with dry mouth and heart rate so loud she could hear it in her ear.

She opened her mouth to speak but the silence was broken by her Apple Watch giving high heart rate notifications, she slammed her hand over the watch trying to shut the alarm and screamed “fuck fuck fuck”

Daniel watched it all with an amusement in his eyes and a knowing smirk telling her it’s useless to try and make any excuses “I assume if I proceeded with the rest you’d have a cardiac arrest”

She silenced the watch and looked at him, not knowing what to do or say and went back to the breakfast.

She put the plates on the table “it’s too hot now, let it cool down then we can eat together” and made her way into the hall, standing next to him and peaking into the box.

Daniel didn’t miss the chance to enjoy the close approximate, she ruffled through the box and picked a hat. He breathed deep, she smelled natural without any odor, his eyes followed the lines on her neck and it stopped on her shoulder, watching the way the green strap fell from her shoulder. She took away her eyes from the box and glanced at the strap, then at his face, he felt her eyes on him but didn’t stop looking at the shoulder.

“What’s stopping you?” She commented, hinting last night.

He put his hand on her wrist, fingers dragging on her soft skin, he felt like he was dancing around something but didn’t stop until he felt the silk. He hooked his finger on the strap and made sure to tease a little before pulling it up “I really should buy you some new ones” he commented.

She let out a breath she kept and hoped to god it was not obvious, secretly wishing her watch wouldn’t make another fuss “come on, the pancakes are getting cold”

He bullied her into sitting on the chair, creating the scene in movies where someone would constantly change clothes and another one would give opinions sitting on a chair. Daniel was fresh out of the shower, hair sticking to his head and water dripping as he held two pairs of suits for his appearance on tonight’s show. One was the typical black tux and the other one was a green suit with a simple white buttoned up shirt.

She looked at both pairs thoughtfully, and pointed to the green one quietly.

“Fantastico madam, enchanté” he bowed.

“So you gonna watch me get naked and dress up or-?” He mentioned her presence in his room, then it strikes him that there’s a walk in closet “ok you know what, never mind”

He went inside and she waited, but not too long after he ran out, shirt undone and green pants on “I’m gonna look like an olive, let’s do the classic black one please”

She smiled and walked to him, smoothing the shirt with her hands “you will not look like an olive, now let me handle the rest” next she started to button up the shirt, her roaming eyes not missing the custom made 3 necklace she got him from his favorite designer matched with a chain but she kept the comment to herself.

He looked at her, holding back the urge to kiss her lips. He leaned down, lips hovering over her cheeks and he left a peck, causing her to look at look up at him with a smile.

Soon, he was fully ready and he looked as delicious as an olive. Lucious curls wild around his head that made her wanna run her hands through it and play with curls while comfortably sitting on his thighs but she put the idea behind “I might rent an ambulance and send it behind you cause all the ladies gonna swoon and drool” she complimented him, taking his hand so he can spin.

Currently they were running around the house trying to make it on time to the launch.

“I don’t understand why a car launch must be so early in the morning, what was wrong with 3 pm or something” she whined, untangling her hair cause she didn’t like the brain.

Daniel hurriedly slipped into a Redbull shirt “yeah I’ll make sure to bring that to Christian’s attention” the truth was they both overslept.

“Come on we should go, Max arrived at 7 AM” Daniel noted, already at the door waiting for her

“For christ’s sake he is just a fan boy, I love my sleep” she picked her bag “ok choose a car”

“Choose? It doesn’t matter we should go” Daniel urged her to pick one

“Daniel no this is important, we can pick something with driver like a Cadillac, something classic like Mustang or shelby cobra, or we can just get a good old BMW” she thoughtfully gave him a speech, but he reached and picked the BMW keys, both finally heading out.

She mostly stood backstage, watching Daniel jumping around and smiling so hard that his jaw must be hurting. She had no way to explain how good it felt to see him happy instead of pain and misery, a feeling settled at the pit of her stomach anytime she’d glance and see his smile reaching his eyes.

He walked backstage, quietly laughing to himself, he felt like he can’t contain himself due to how well he felt. He stood in front of her but neither said a word.

She placed her hands on his cheeks, feeling the stubbles, alooking at him smiling with bright eyes. She didn’t think twice, she stood on her tiptoes and pecked his lips, it was a light kiss just for the sake of feeling something.

She blinked “nah that wasn’t enough” this time she did it more delicately, making sure their lips are completely connecting. His lips tasted like the Redbull they had before the show.

He embraced the kiss wholeheartedly, a moan left her throat but neither broke the kiss, he saw an opening and his tongue entered her mouth, exploring every corner, lips nipping and biting shamelessly. He enjoyed every second of their lips connected but they finally separated. Neither truly wanted to end it, they stayed close and brushed their lips one last time, breathing each other’s air. She didn’t know why she did it but that was the best kiss she ever had.

Daniel dared to say he had never seen her as red as she was in that moment, lips swollen from kiss and he had to physically restrain himself from kissing her pretty lips again. but he knew it wasn’t the right moment to make a joke so he just pulled her into his chest, hugging her, she heard the loud thumping of his heart beating against his ribcage but didn’t make a comment about it.

“I kinda don’t know what to say right now” she said, confused.

He touched the back of her head, letting his hand to massage her scalp “you don’t have to say anything if you don’t want to”

Before she says anything else, he was called again on stage “we uh talk about it later?”

“Yes, if you want to” he smiled to show her that it’s all good.

After the kiss he didn’t expect her to hang around but she stood even when he had to record a podcast. She picked a chair and placed it behind the equipments, smiling and waving anytime he’d catch his eyes.

They were about to leave when Christian found them “we’re having a dinner at the hotel tonight, I’m expecting both of you, no excuses”

She gave him a salut “yes captain, roger that” and laughed.

“I really missed you two, see you at dinner”

They didn’t have time to go home and change so they went straight to the Hard Rock hotel. The restaurant only included Redbull staffs, between sea of people and tables it wasn’t hard to find the two remaining empty chairs for them.

Daniel being the gentleman, pulled back the chair until she was settled in, his act cause the table to clap and cheer his name, Max slapped his back “nice one mate”.

Drinks were put in front of them and soon both flew in the conversation as if they were part of the family and no one made them feel otherwise.

It was close to midnight when she excused herself and went outside for a smoke, getting a fresh air have never felt better.

“I thought you quit” Daniel’s voice said from behind her.

“I thought I did too but don’t knock it till you’ve tried it boy” she teased, poking the cigarette. He threw his arm around her, tucking her in his embrace and resting his head on her hair “are we ok, Danny?” She asked, trying to get herself closer to his heat.

“Why wouldn’t we be?” He asked, playing it cool.

“Well you know, the kiss and stuffs”

He left a kiss on her temple, rubbing her hands to warm her “yes of course we are”

“It was such a damn good kiss though wasn’t it?” She scoffed

“Now that you brought it up, I can’t be opposed to that”

“We should do it more often”

“Now that you brought this up, I absolutely can’t be opposed to that, and next time I'm making it nasty.

I loved this one so much! Now I’m stuck if I should do another chapter and make it smutty or just leave it at that?

#daniel ricciardo #danny ric #daniel ricciardo x reader #f1 #formula 1 #redbull #renault #daniel ricciardo one shot #daniel ricciardo x you

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mara-xx217 · 1 year

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Killers react to the last survivor alive in a trial falling asleep and, when found, saying they’ll come willingly to the hook if they’re just allowed to rest for a while

Oh now this is an interesting one.

I think more than a few would be very surprised at this request. Surprise doesn't equate to mercy or acquisition to your request, of course, but some might indulge you.

Who *MIGHT* Indulge (for the wrong reasons)

Philip Ojomo/the Wraith

He's a creepy stalker, need I say more?

The Wraith knows you've been napping in trials. He's caught you several times. Yes, he's left you alive. Why?

You're cute when you sleep...

It doesn't matter who you are, you are leaving yourself so vulnerable... Don't you know there are dangerous predators in these realms?

You're asking for trouble.

Oh? You need more sleep...?

Sure, go ahead... Maybe he'll hook you after you're done...

Maybe not, though....

Max Thompson Jr./the Hillbilly

Hmmph- Someone sleeping? In a trial? His chainsaw is so loud too-

It's weird. You are weird and he's not sure what to make of you or the situation at hand.

The Hillbilly is... intimidated in the strangest way possible.

His staring wakes you up. He nearly pisses himself when you sit up. Was he in trouble...? It's like he's a child again...

"Five more minutes... then you can hook me."

And you lay back down.

And now he's sitting there, awkwardly, unsure how much time would equal 'five more minutes'...

It appears you have a stalemate.

Danny Johnson/Ghostface

Could there be a worse killer to fall asleep around? And yes, I'm including Pizza Face Freddy too-

Oh, sure! He'll indulge you... He'll kill your friends and oh so patiently wait for you to wake up.

Maybe he'll snag a few cute photos...

Cope a feel or two...

Oh? "Five more minutes?" Sure! No problem...

He's worse than the Wraith... I hope you know what you've gotten yourself into.

Who Definitely *WON'T* Indulge You

Evan Macmillan/the Trapper

How fucking DARE YOU-

Who you thing you are?! Who do you think HE is?!

"Five more minutes-" He's going to hook you all the same.

So no, he won't give you time to sleep. Damn you for thinking he's soft!

Michael Myers/the Shape

Doesn't matter who you are, he's going to kill you in a trial.

No exceptions, sorry hon.

Herman Carter/the Doctor

Damn, you can fucking sleep around this giggle freak?

And the electricity- Are you okay?

He's interested in how you could possibly feel secure enough to fall asleep at all, let alone sleep deeply enough to be snoring-

Well, he's taken an interest in you now and no-

He doesn't take insurance.

Who's Offended You *DARED* To Ask

Freddy Krueger/ The Nightmare

Who the fUCK-

He's a Dream Demon!

A DREAM DEMON!!

"LeT yOu GeT sOmE sLeEp-"

HOW'S ABOUT YOU SUCK HIS DICK YOU FUCKING BIT-

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @slutwithadegree, @dead-bxxxtch-walking, @space-arsonist, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine

#dead by daylight #dbd #dbd the wraith #dbd the hillbilly #dbd ghostface #dbd the trapper #michael myers #dbd the doctor #freddy krueger #ask response #tw non con #tw noncon somnophilia #tw somnophilia

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raaorqtpbpdy · 23 days

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Father-Son Bonding (1)

With Maddie and Jazz off attending a women in STEM conference over the weekend, Jack decides to take Danny out for the best father-son bonding activity there is—ghost hunting! They're going to catch that elusive Danny Phantom or die trying! Metaphorically, of course. Jack would never let his son die hunting ghosts, or at least... that's what he thinks.

Written for the prompts:

Jack and Danny spend quality time together hunting that damn ghost boy! Danny is being such a help! Bonus points for if they're both enjoying the endeavor. [from @pricklenettle], Jack Fenton finds out. [from @underforeversgrace], and Jack is excited to hunt ghosts alongside his ghost-powered son, and Danny is enjoying the time with his dad way more than he thought he would. Maddie, however, is deeply troubled by all the ways her son could get hurt, and her overprotectiveness causes a heaviness to fall over the Fenton family home. [from @astatia-ghast]

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Chapter 1: Danny Phantom Doesn't Know What's Coming (Ch.2; Ch.3)

[Warning for violence]

Jack Fenton was excited.

He was often excited, so that wasn't really noteworthy, but the reason he was excited this time, as opposed to all the other times was.

Jazzy had talked Maddie into going to a Women in STEM conference together during Presidents Day weekend, and that meant that it would just be him and Danny for four whole days, and he was excited. It was rare that the two of them had a boys' weekend together where they didn't have to be the ones getting out of the house. As much as Jack loved fishing, he had other plans for this weekend.

"Rise and shine, Danny boy!" Jack shouted boisterously into his son's room. "The early bird catches the ghost."

Danny groaned and sat up in his bed. He glanced at his alarm clock. "What early bird?" He asked. "Dad, it's almost ten."

"Well... it's just a metaphor," Jack said.

Danny shook his head and chuckled.

"Are you excited for our boys' weekend Danny? I've got big plans!"

"Oh yeah? What are they?"

"It's a surprise!" Jack shouted, absolutely giddy. "Now put this on and meet me in the lab downstairs!" He threw one of Danny's white Fenton jumpsuits at him.

"Let me guess, does it have something to do with ghost hunting?" Danny asked, holding up the jumpsuit and ripping off the picture of his dad's face.

Jack tried not to be too offended. He probably just wanted to match his father, since Jack's own jumpsuit didn't have any sort of logo on it.

"That's just the half of it," Jack started to say, then cut himself off. "Ah! You won't get any spoilers from me! And don't worry about about breakfast! I packed plenty of beef jerky, cereal bars, and fudge in the Fenton GAV."

"Alright Dad, I'll meet you downstairs in a few minutes," Danny said.

"The hunt is on!" Jack shouted, before leaving and closing Danny's door behind him.

—

Danny chuckled as his Dad left his room. Most of the time, their father-son activities were more... fishing and catch. You know, standard things like that. As much as mom wanted her kids to be capable of fighting ghosts, training them in martial arts and marksmanship, she was a lot more hesitant to let them actually fight ghosts. She thought that they should be older before they entered the dangerous world of ghost hunting.

But when mom was away, well, that was when their dad would take the kids out on ghost hunts so they could have some real-world experience. Jazz had always hated them, but Danny had absolutely loved them when he was little. They never actually found anything back then, of course, so it was kind of like going camping and saying that you were hunting for Bigfoot.

Once the portal opened, and there actually were ghosts around—not to mention the Danny was one of them—Danny had been dreading he next time Mom went away and Dad would take him 'ghost hunting' again, but now that it was actually happening, that childish glee of being able to do something 'grown up' with his dad was coming back anyway. That illicit excitement of his father taking him to do something that his mom wouldn't approve of, something they'd have to keep a secret.

Besides, there may have been actual ghosts now, but that didn't make his dad a more competent ghost hunter. And even if they did catch something, Danny could pretend to fall or fumble and let the poor ghost loose. He knew Dad might be a little disappointed at losing the ghost, but it wouldn't get him down for long—and with how often he fumbled things himself, there was no way he'd hold it against Danny.

So Danny pulled on his jumpsuit, brushed his teeth, ran a comb through his hair, and then headed downstairs to the lab with a smile on his face.

"Danny-boy! What took you so long?" His father greeted when he entered the lab.

"It's only been five minutes," Danny pointed out. "So what's the big surprise?"

"Oh, you're gonna love this!" Jack said. He grabbed the Fenton Finder and held it up in front of Danny, who instantly tensed. "Fenton Finder, locate ghost."

The small dish on the device swiveled and the radar beeped, and Danny held his breath.

"No ghost detected," came the Fenton Finder's cold, robotic voice.

"What?" Danny asked, surprised.

His dad was practically jumping up and down. "It's the new jumpsuit!" he explained, beaming. "Ever since your accident, you've been pinging on all our devices, and your mother finally figured out that you were probably contaminated with ectoplasm during that incident. I knew I couldn't take you out ghost hunting if you were just gonna throw off all our instruments, so I designed a new jumpsuit for you and sewed it myself.

"It's a new type of fabric I invented, completely ecto-insulated, I call it Fenton Fabric!"

"Catchy," Danny said. He couldn't help the slight, incredulous shake of his head. "Dad, this is... amazing. I can't believe you did this.... Thank you."

"Oh, don't mention it, son!" he declared. "It had to be done for you to be able to join me on the hunt for the most elusive ghost we Fentons have ever tried to capture! That's right!" He wrapped a massive arm around his son's narrow shoulders. "While the girls are away, you and me are gonna be hunting Danny Phantom." Conspiratorily, he leaned down and added, "That's the second part of the surprise."

"Awesome," Danny said, and much to his own surprise, he didn't even mean that sarcastically.

Any other day, if Danny had heard his dad proudly declaring that he was going to catch Danny Phantom, he would have felt nothing but dread. Not today, though. Today, he would be right by his dad's side the whole time, and he even had a brand new jumpsuit that would prevent the ghost hunting tech from locking onto him. Today would be a father-son ghost hunt with absolutely no chance of success, just the way it should be.

Step one, as always, was to arm themselves.

"So, what kind of weapons are you thinking?" Danny asked. "Fenton Bazooka?"

"No!" Dad shouted, then he slouched and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "No that one is... uh... prone to overloading and electrocuting the user. Your mom was okay with it, but I don't think we should bring it along."

"Oh."

Yeah... Danny could definitely agree with that call. He had no idea there were still such dangerous kinks to work out of Fenton Bazooka. That was good to know.

"Besides, we don't want to send that spook straight back to the Ghost Zone," his father added, waving a hand as he went to his workbench full of gizmos. "We want to capture him, and study him. That's why I propose we bring the Fenton Ghost Weasel! I caught him in it once before, you know, so I know it works."

"Yeah, you've told me the story."

"You'll bring your Fenton Thermos, too, as a back-up, of course, just in case it breaks, or something. You never can know what will go wrong on a ghost hunt, so it pays to be prepared," Jack continued. "Then there's the Fenton Finder, and the Fenton Foamer, in case he brings his buddies. What do you think, anything else?"

"Definitely the Ghost Fisher," Danny said. "If he's flying and out of range, we'll need a way to pull him in closer. Oh! And a portable ghost shield. 'Cause we're not gonna be in the RV the whole time."

"Good thinking, Dann-o," Dad agreed. "But it's not just an RV today. Today, it is the Fenton Ghost Assault Vehicle, just as it should be."

Danny smiled.

"Now, let's talk weapons."

The two of them armed themselves with the usual ecto-blasters to start with. Danny grabbed a Fenton Wrist-Ray as a back-up, and his Dad grabbed a pair of ghost gloves, since he was more of a brawler than a marksman. Danny also grabbed one of his mom's plasma-staffs, just because she wasn't here to tell him he couldn't, and he'd always wanted to try using the lightsaber-esque ghost hunting bo-staff, ever since he'd seen her use it to beat the crap out of Vlad's ghostly animal minions.

Finally, they were fully stocked and setting up a mobile HQ in the GAV, and Danny finally got a cereal bar for breakfast while his father flipped switched to fully arm and activate all the ghost hunting features in the vehicle that were usually turned off for the sake of safety. Once all that was done, the GAV pealed out of the garage and tore down the road, Fenton Finder and Spectral Sub-sonar both scanning the area for any signs of ghost activity.

The most dangerous part of ghost hunting with Dad wasn't the potentially deadly homemade ghost hunting weapons and tech, and it definitely wasn't the ghosts. No, the most dangerous part was Jack Fenton's infamous driving. He was such a menace that the local news did their best to warn the people of the town when he'd be on the roads. Danny made a point of calling Channel 4 to let them know of his father's likely plans to go ghost hunting tomorrow—and thanks the that, the roads were almost completely clear, and the pedestrians were keeping a wary eye out.

Danny, for his part, was clinging to his seat for dear life, strongly suspecting that it would be this that finally drove him into a grave. He may have been half dead already, but he was also half alive, and that half was on a roller-coaster with no safety restraints hurtling down the road—both having fun, and utterly terrified.

"Keep an eye out for any ghosts!" his father shouted over the whine of the engine and the squeal of the tires. "Even if they're not our target, any ghost we find might be able to lead us right to Phantom!"

"Roger that, Dad!" Danny shouted back, and he looked out his window, scanning the skies for any signs of that telltale green glow.

Since they weren't out to destroy any ghosts today, just capture them, Danny wasn't too worried about what would happen if they actually found some. They'd all just be put in the ghost containment cell in the lab, where Danny could 'accidentally' flush them all back into the Ghost Zone before anything bad could happen to them. He didn't see any ghosts in the sky, and his ghost sense didn't go off either, but there was a blip on the Spectral Sub-sonar.

The Spectral Sub-sonar worked by sending out periodic waves of a unique sound frequency that only occurred naturally in the Ghost Zone. It was an intangible sound, inaudible to humans because it couldn't interact with human eardrums. Danny could hear it though. It was kind of a low, resonant sound, like one of those massive orchestra drums, but quiet, and easy to ignore. It could pass right through solid objects, but bounced off anything made of ectoplasm, so it could be used to find ghosts and ghostly objects in the human world.

"I'm seeing a bogey, 9.3 klicks northwest, near the water park," Danny said.

"Well spotted, Danny!" his dad commended. "Man, we make a great team!"

The tires screeched as Dad made a sharp U-turn in that direction, and Danny tensed all his muscles to avoid getting whiplash. Then they were careening down the road toward the local Water Park. The closer they got, the more apparent it became that whatever was pinging on the sonar wasn't just near the park, it was in the water park. The parking lot was mostly empty, and Dad practically sling-shotted the GAV into an empty space... well, two empty spaces, since it was too wide for just one.

The second they stepped out of the GAV, Danny's ghost sense went off, alerting him to a ghost near by. He glanced over to make sure his dad hadn't noticed, but the bulky man was busying himself turning on the safety features before locking up so the GAV wouldn't activate against any innocent bystanders, so Danny was in the clear.

"Do you think it's that Danny Phantom?" Dad asked.

"Only one way to find out," Danny replied.

Floody Waters was still open, but this late in the autumn, there were few people there, even on a Saturday. A few families, with sopping wet little kids shivering whenever a cold breeze blew by. A couple of teenagers, the kind who didn't care if it was cold or not, and were probably planning to cause as much of a ruckus as they could manage before they were kicked out. More noteworthy than who was there was what most of them were doing, and that was screaming at the top of their lungs.

They hadn't been planning to go to the water park today, and it seemed Dad had even left his wallet (and his driver's license) at home. Still, they figured they could at least go up to the entrance and see if the park wouldn't make an exception for two ghost hunters. Much to Danny's surprise, the employee checking tickets at the entrance took one look at their jumpsuits and equipment and ushered them through.

"Oh, thank god you guys are here," the greasy-haired young man said. "It's pandemonium in there! You gotta get rid of that ghost!"

"GHOST?" Dad shouted, and tromped forward with purpose. "Have no fear! The Fenton boys are on the case!"

Danny stifled a laugh as he watched his father squeezing himself through the turnstile with absolutely no dignity whatsoever in his rush to get inside.

Danny didn't know what ghost to expect inside the water park. He'd fought ghosts there before, namely Klemper, and Johnny 13's Shadow. If it was either of them, there wouldn't be a problem. But it was a common misconception that ghosts always tended to haunt the same place, so Danny doubted it would be either of them, this time.

He was right.

The ghost terrorizing Floody Waters wasn't Klemper, or Shadow, or any of Danny's standard rogues. It was a ghost Danny had never seen before. He couldn't tell if the ghost was a man, woman, or a genderless Zone-born ghost. All he could see was a swirling vortex of water rising into the sky, casting a shadow over the park. When they spoke, their voice sounded like waves crashing against a cliff during a storm.

"Fear me, for I am Mariner!" the ghost shouted. "I am the stormy, indifferent seas, sinker of ships, drowner of sailors! This land-locked amusement center, this domesticated sea, this farce is an insult to the vast, uncontrollable ocean! I will free it, so that it may roil and churn like the true ocean, so that it may swallow its captors like a riptide, and never spit them out!"

Danny nearly transformed on instinct, before he remembered who he was with. He glanced nervously over at his dad, but the man showed no fear on his face. He stood his ground and stared up at the swirling pillar of water, sizing up the ghost.

"What do we do, Dad?" Danny asked.

Actually fighting a real ghost was not typically a part of the father-son ghost hunting adventure itinerary. Let alone a ghost this powerful whom Danny had never seen before. They were supposed to drive wildly around town, set some traps, set up a tent in the park for an overnight stake out, go out for sympathy burger the next day after finding nothing, and go home.

"Danny, the Fenton Foamer!" Dad ordered.

Danny slung the weapon off his back and tossed it over.

His dad caught it and took aim, not at the ghost, but at the water. Right before Danny's eyes, the toxic green foam mixed with the water, swirling upward until the entire waterspout took on an eerie green color, and then it collapsed, falling all at once and landing in the pools and rivers of the water park with a massive splash that soaked everyone around.

For a split second, Danny just stared at his father, shocked and impressed.

"Shoot, Danny!" his Dad ordered, snapping him out of it.

In a single motion, Danny drew his ecto-gun, took aim, and fired at Mariner.

The ghost howled in pain as they were hit right in the middle of the back, and whipped around, glowing red eyes wide with rage and fixed upon Danny and his father.

"Stand your ground, son!"

"Right!"

Reaching behind his back, Dad equipped the ghost gloves, and clenched his fists, preparing for a melee.

Mariner raised their arms, and the water churned, but it didn't do more than churn. While it was still mixed so thoroughly with the neutralizing foam from the Fenton Foamer, Mariner couldn't exert as much control over it as they had before.

"Very well," the said lowly, though their voice carried all the way to the ground. "If you dare to contaminate the tides, then I shall drag you under myself."

The ghost dove toward Danny and his father with murderous intent, and Danny, Ecto-gun still in hand, fired upon them, trying to slow them down or stop them before they reached the ghost hunters.

Mariner swerved and dodged. Now that they could see where the shots were coming from, they were a lot harder to hit, though Danny did still manage to get a couple more good hits in to the ghost's shoulder and spectral tail.

Unfortunately, he wasn't able to stop them before they reached the ground. All he'd managed to do was piss them off, and now they were flying straight at Danny. Danny threw his hands up to defend, and braced for impact, but it never came.

He heard his dad shout, and opened his eyes just in time to see an orange blob slam into Mariner, grabbing the ghost with a pair of glowing Ghost Gloves.

It was a brawl. Dad was strong, but he could only touch the ghost with his ecto-charged gloves, which put him at a disadvantage. Still, he held on for a solid minute before Mariner grabbed him and pulled him into the water.

Danny ran to the edge of the pool, looking down, desperately hoping that maybe the foam in the water would be enough to weaken the ghost and make them let go. It wasn't. It had been diluted when it mixed with all the water. At worst, Mariner only felt a slight sting. Meanwhile, Dad was thrashing and struggling, and he couldn't breathe.

Danny had to help him, but how could he? The ray from his ecto-gun or wrist ray wasn't a fully formed ghost; it would become inert the second it hit the foam-infused water, and the Fenton Thermos would have a majorly reduced range. The plasma staff didn't have enough reach, and if Danny jumped in with it, he didn't think he would have enough control or momentum underwater. He only had one option left if he wanted to save his dad.

"I'm going ghost!"

#dp #danny phantom #danny fenton #jack fenton #fic #things i wrote #phic phight 24 #phic phight #reveal fic #ghost oc #violence #Father-son bonding

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Ectoberhaunt 2023 Day 4: Zombies

“Sorry but I’m pretty sure this is a medical emergency”. Seething under a Pit Rage green, that was Jason's only warning before some giant just shoved his bare hand through his chest to pin him up against the nearest building wall.

Another Danny fixes Jason's Pit Madness/Sick Ghost Core Fic

And the inherent homoeroticism of impromptu soul surgery

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Part 1

Bloodthirst pounded in his head and crooned like a siren, as rage frothed and boiled through his mind. Jason had deliberately left his guns behind. In this state he'd be liable to start a massacre. In this state he'd be liable to go off half-cocked to try to hunt the Joker to disastrous consequences. It was a relentless impulse. An obsession. Only white-knuckled discipline had him wrest control from the Pit Madness. But anything could trigger him at this point. He felt like a bomb liable detonate just from being looked at funny.

“Sorry but I’m pretty sure this is a medical emergency”. Seething under a Pit Mad green, that was Jason's only warning before some giant just shoved his bare hand through his chest to pin him up against the nearest building wall.

He couldn’t breathe. Wide-eyed but unseeing, it wasn’t the pain of being stabbed but the shock of a sudden ice bath. Jason felt like his open, gaping heart was being soaked in searing frost.

“Easy, easy”, the giant soothed as if Jason was a spooked horse, and not his victim of a drive-by ice magic bullshit hand through chest impalement. Jason’s scrabbling flails to move the giant’s arm achieved nothing. The limb was tougher than steel, and utterly indifferent to his struggles.

Jason furiously kicked out. His legs somehow hit nothing but air despite the giant’s intimate proximity. Then the giant, with his free non-skewering hand, grabbed hold of one of Jason’s thighs and trapped it around his own waist. Jason’s other free leg could only just dangle helplessly, his toes skittering against pavement for balance. Jason’s fingers scratched at the giant's steel rebar of an arm. His slipping hands wildly swinging between frantic tugs to remove and desperate clutches for support from said offending limb.

Squirming, thrashing, and lashing out, Jason growled, snarled, and bucked in impotent wrath. The Pit Rage writhed. It fuelled his own rage and wild panic at being caught and rendered helpless like this. He yelled, howled, and cursed out the giant but the giant remained imperturbed, utterly focused on further skewering Jason’s chest with his icy bullshit magic hands.

After one particularly strong flail, the giant suddenly tightened his grip on Jason’s everything and pressed in closer. He slowly pulled his hand free from his chest, and Jason was suddenly gasping, bent over. With an easy, gentle but unyielding hand, the giant lifted Jason’s chin and looked deeply into Jason’s wild eyes, with steady, piercing blue ones of his own.

“C̖͋̓̏̊̈́̌ͮa̴ͬ̇ͦ̊͒̆ḻ̯͎͞m͕͕͕̙̀ͤ̾ͭ̓̈ ̫̙͎͍̞ͥ̃̍͛̔dͪ̿̓́҉͕̖̺̹o̪̜̬̝̞̬̒wń̻͚̤̙̞͛,” he commanded. “D̨̺̼̳͢͡o̥͉̭ͅ ̛͎̣̭͚̫n̸͖͎̹͈̦͙͉ơ͖̙̟̣t̬̙̪ b̷e̡͜ ̴̴af̷ra̷id͠”.

Jason’s frantic movements slowed to a stop as a wave of calm resonated from within Jason. Suspicious. Instantly Jason’s hackles raised. But the Pit Rage didn’t increase in vitriol. As if it had been sedated, the Pit Rage instead went quiet.

“I’m h̤̰͇e̬͇̺̹̥ͅre t̹̜̪͉̙o͎̙ ͍̼h̤̰͇e̬͇̺̹̥ͅḷ̹̻͓̱̺̗p̶̱̠͉̜ ̟̳̙̼̯̟̥y͙̙͇̣͡o̤͖͖͙̯̕ͅu͍”.

Jason sneered, squeezing the giant’s offending limb. “Fuck you,” he spat out. The giant gave a small teasing smile in response.

“But we’ve only just met,” the giant answered lightly. Then he punctuated his statement by stabbing his hand back into Jason’s chest. Jason stifled a scream. It was more shock than pain.

“E͝asy̛ doès ̸it,͡ I'͞m̛ ́a͡lm̧os̷t́ ̛th̴e͡ŕe̸”. What was this giant even doing, rummaging through his soul? It didn’t even hurt. The act was very unlike a stabbing or a gunshot wound. But it was visceral and oversensitizing and intensifying. From chilly ice baths, Jason's very soul was now burning alight with glacial fire. Tear tracks crystallised on Jason’s face as stared down the giant. But the giant wasn’t even looking back at him. Jason could only helplessly look at where their hand disappeared into his chest cavity. Currently, being burnt and staked to the wall by icy magic hands was Jason's status-quo. He could no longer speak, only choke back gasping moans as ardent ice swallowed his heart.

Finally, the giant pried his hand out from Jason’s chest. He took with him something heavy and viscous that had been sloughed off forcefully from Jason's heart. There was pure relief. All of sudden Jason felt like a great burden had been taken from him. Or that his heart had been constricted. His lungs had been suffocating. His throat strangled. But now he was free.

Jason saw that in the giant's grip there was a fistful of thick, goopy, green-blue sludge. Still in shock, Jason had half expected it to be his still beating heart. As ever focused more on his actions rather than on Jason, the giant gave the goop a curious frown.

Abruptly, Jason realised that the Pit Rage was gone. Was that his Pit Madness?! The giant tilted his hands to prevent the goop from slowly dripping to the ground.

Slowly, the giant squished it between his fingers. Then he shrugged and sucking the damned thing into his waiting mouth. He simply slurped it down and licked his fingers like it was nothing more than some spilt hot sauce or a melting ice sundae.

The giant's eyes flashed from bright blue to neon Lazarus green. As he exhaled, blue mist shimmered from his lips. Reflexively, Jason gasped and the blue mist travelled from the giant’s lips to his as Jason inhaled. Desperately.

“Ahh you’re H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒. Of course you are. Here, l̲̏è͚͚ͥt m̲͉̾̆e ̐h̳͍̹e̻̮l̶͜p͏͖̦̜̦ ̡͚̟̩y̖͔̠̜͚͈̖͢͞ọ̷̦̗͖̥̠ͅu̼̱̞̟͍͓̝”.

The giant's eyes flared to Lazarus green. His black hair bleached to a shocking white. Jason could feel it deep inside that the giant was building up to something. Then the giant plunged his free hand back into Jason’s chest. Jason couldn’t even be shocked.

It was still for a moment. Then there was the relieving numbness of ice on strained muscles. The gentle cool breeze on feverish skin. A refreshing ice cold drink soothing a parched, burning, thirst deep inside.

Jason moaned. It was pure relief. It was satisfaction when filling a gaping need.

“There you go, t̴̢͢a̷̸͡k̷̢̀̕͢e̕ ̶̷̶͡͠a͢͜s̨҉ ̢͜m̸̧͝͝u̸̡͠͡c̵̸h͡ ̴̧a̛͞s͟͠ ̷͘͞͝ỳ̧̕͡ǫ̶̧͢ù́͘͢͝ ͘̕͢͠w̕͢͞à҉̀͝n̡̕͟t҉͟.”

Jason glutted. He felt a part of him greedily consume what the giant was endlessly offering him. Joyful tears pricked his eyes even as his heart(?) ravenously devoured the giant’s gift. Jason panted, large gulping breaths, desperate for, not air, but something just as vital for survival. His brain zinged as if Jason was tasting the sweetest of frozen delights, drinking from the purest of ice-cold springs, or breathing the crispest of frigid mountain air.

Eventually Jason slowed down. His frantic feeding mellowing out to a blissful savouring. When he finally stopped, when that greedy, needy, desperate part of him finally hummed in satiation, Jason felt the giant loosen his steady, unbreakable hold on him. The giant released him, pulling his hand out of his chest like a caressing hand.

Jason shivered, breaking out in goosebumps. He hid his face into the giant’s chest, taking huge gulping breaths, fully resting his weight against him. His thigh curling tight against the other’s waist still, with fistfuls of the man’s shirt in hand. Jason felt like he was experiencing a great high and coming down from a bad trip. All he could do was hold on as reality re-shifted around him. Jason’s breathing eventually evened out and his focus came to. Absentmindedly, he realised his breathing was in sync with the giant’s heart rate - slow, steady, and beguilingly calm.

“F̱̮̲͍͖e̡̩̪̮e̷͈̹͚l͇͘í̥͕͚̺n͓͎͕͚̮g͏͖̟̪͇͉ bͤ̚et͆̈́̂t͘e̔̄ͥr̍͂?" the giant rumbled.

“What?” Jason asked, still rather dazed. His tongue felt unusually heavy and cumbersome. “I mean yes, much better. Who, what, who are you, what did you just do?!” His words were half accusation, half wonder. The giant cocked his head, clearly looking over Jason who was still braced against him.

“I'm̨ͥ ̿̊̉̈́Da͌͌n͋̇ͥn̔y̢ͬ̇̂ ̎Ph̘̫͎͍̘͜a̞͜n͇̜̭̹͚͉͘t͕̤̭̬o̠̻̭̝̰͍̣m͈̰̪̥̖. Ȃs̎͐̃͒̕ ̢f̀͆̈̍o̷̎͒̏̓r͠ ẅ́͋͜h̵ȃͤ̊̚͏t ̀Iͮ d͋̈́i̷̐̅̋d̓͗,̾̐͗ ̡̋ͦÍ ẁas̷ ͟j̛ust. Hmm."

The giant paused for a moment and then started again. He spoke clearer. It was in more a more coherent voice. It sounded Midwestern.

"With your core in that state, you'll probably understand human speech better. As I was saying I was just helping you out with that nasty ecto-situation you had going on. You were destabilising really badly so I just put an end to that. For now, at least. This is being more emergency first-aid treatment after all. Lucky that I’m the ghost equivalent of a universal donor. But yeah, any long-term treatments to get better I’m gonna have to send you to a medical professional for that. I can recommend my own doctor, he’s an expert on people like us. Although, you’re not an ice core but a fire core so I dunno how exactly that’ll play out for you. But he’ll definitely still be of help. He’ll at least be able to tell you what you need.”

Jason raised an eyebrow. That was far more information than he expected to be given. Especially from a guy who had just unceremoniously just shoved his hand into his chest cavity to do some kind of barehanded removal surgery and then ate the remnants. Now if only Jason had a single clue about what the giant was going on about, just a crumb of context.

“Ok there you meatball surgeon from Ankh-Morpork, I have no fucking idea what the fuck you’re on about. All I know is that one minute I’m Pit Mad, then the next I’m being skewered like a kebab by a fucking giant who’s hand is rummaging around in my chest cavity as if it’s a sofa cushion with loose change you’re after.”

Jason aggressively steamrolls over how good having the giant’s hand in his chest had felt. That he kinda wanted it back inside. That he’s mourning its absence. Those feelings, Jason refuses to even mentally glance at them before stomping them flat.

“And then after finding what you’re looking, which I’m guessing is my Pit Madness because I don’t even fucking feel it anymore! You then just fucking ate it. You fucking ate my Pit Rage! Like it was a goddamn slurpee!”

“I would've offered you some, but it clearly wasn’t good for you.”

Jason stared balefully. “Wasn’t good for me.”

“Yeah you core was clearly struggling, which is not a surprise. It's pretty fragile to be honest. Is,” the giant hesitates, “I know this is a little insensitive to ask, but are you ok? Are you safe?"

Jason’s previous relief was quickly swinging towards a burgeoning hysteria.

“Asking if I’m ok is insensitive?” But impromptu soul surgery by a wholeass stranger wasn’t. This giant’s sense of propriety was wild.

“I wouldn’t want to touch upon something taboo," the giant kindly asserts. Then he widens his eyes, "Oh, I’m so stupid! Are you being hunted?”

“Hunted?! By what?!”

“Ghost hunters or something.”

“I’m a zombie! Besides ghosts aren’t,” Jason pauses and then forges on, “ghosts aren’t real.”

The giant rears his head back, clearly taken aback.

“You think ghosts aren’t real”.

“Rapidly less so with every second you look at me like that, I will admit.”

“Oh we have so much to talk about.”

Part 2 - Danny POV

Gotham was so cursed, it was almost hysterical. The ectoplasm here was an emotional miasma of fear, hostility, and insanity. A veritable cocktail of violence, magic, and madness. It was steeped in the soil. It stewed in the waters. The foundation that the City was built on was the blood-stained, screaming deaths of the victims' demise from genocide. Gotham was their devastating scorched-earth vengeance.

The capricious and cruel magics entwining with the demented psyches of twisted lunatics. The generations of decadent, sadistic malice. The layers upon layers of maleficence all fermented together to create Gotham. A city where people lived, and where people died, with gritted-teeth and marrow-deep stubbornness and a jaded, crystallised resolve to keep going and never give up.

It was very different from the pure, immense, but ultimately rather neutrally charged ectoplasm back in Amity.

Danny loved it.

Gotham's ambient ectoplasm was an smorgasbord of emotions that was fine dining if not as nutritionally enriching. Amity's ambient ectoplasm was equivalent to protein powder shakes and high energy bars made in bulk. There was a reason why ghosts were so physically present in Amity Park. The open portal may give ghosts easy and frequent access but it was the ambient ectoplasm that reached high levels rarely reached in Physical World that empowered their presence. In comparison, Gotham's was a tiny portioned delicacies made from rare, exquisite, and borderline toxic ingredients. As result their ghosts were rare and Revenant. Their undead existence was dependent on their corporeal physical body. Gotham's ambient ectoplasm was too scarce for them to form, be present, or be seen without a physical anchor.

(hailing- URGENT- respectful)(hailing-URGENT-respectful)(hailing-URGENT-respectful)

A Genus Loci was rarely the most loquacious of ghosts. It was an amalgamation, the embodiment of zeitgeist, a singularity formed from many deaths, many fears, many desires. It was one mind, it was every mind. Gotham was no one, it was every one. So when Many unified as One, communication was densely packed concepts and emotions. Gotham City was no exception. Danny responds to it's call.

"̠̼̝Ye͞s, I̴͟'̀͏m ̧Li͜͟s̷t͘͜e͞n͞i̕ń͜g̷͏"(acknowledgement-strong-reassurance)

H͘E̶͘L̡P̀͝(beseech-demand) H͘E̶͘L̡P̀͝(beseech-demand) H͘E̶͘L̡P̀͝(beseech-demand)

"C̨͡e͜r͢ta͘̕i͡͞n͜͞l͜͏y̕ / Hͬ̒̈́̋a̗̠̮̩p̝̜̗̟p͓y̝̝̹̩̮ͅ ̗͍̻̞̮͍͖Tọ̠̻̟͕̹ ̹̗͙̖͍̦ͅHel̏p ҉ "

(GRATITUDE) (GRATITUDE) (GRATITUDE)

"Y͘o̷u'̀r͡e͡ We̵ĺco̧me ҉ /W̷̢͏h̴̢̕͞͝a̡̢͠t͡'s͠ ̕wroņg̸?"

M̶̢Y̸ R̢͠͠͞E̴͘͠͠V͏̢̧Ę͘N̛͢͝A̴̛Ǹ̛T͟ S̿̂͊͌ON: M̶̢Y̸ R̠̩͇̭̤̮͈E̺̪͉̪ͅD̹͎̺ ̩͈̲̗̰̼̭̭̹Ḳ͕N̠̜̜̠̩̙I̺̭͈G͎͎̰̥̫͉͕ͅH̝̖̱̰̝͔T̺̻̩̼̹ Á̕͞V̵ENG̕E̢R: B̸͏u̸̵tc͏he̡̨rb͟i̛ŗd(mine-beloved-proud) = HURTING:UNWELL

(understanding-acknowledgement-determined)/ "W͘͜h̨͜e͢r͟͝ę̵ ̶̶̢í̶͘s҉̨ ́h͏͞e̡?" (urgent-query-ready-to-go)

THIS WAY (tugging-leading-quickly)

Gotham faithfully pulled him towards her beloved Butcherbird until Danny's own ghost sense was picking him up. Unfortunately, the revenant was destabilising, violently. Danny couldn't tell exactly what was wrong with him without getting inspecting their ghost core however. But Phantom could easily see that the revenant was in a middle of a massive meltdown. The kind of meltdown where their haywire feelings meant they weren't in their right mind. The kind of meltdown where a ghost could, under the strain of their own berserk emotions, break down and injure their ghost core. The kind of meltdown where the best thing to do was to neutralise the trigger and then hold them till they calmed down and came back to themselves.

Danny could see from the lack of combatants that unless the trigger was the very city itself (unlikely otherwise they couldn't be Gotham's) that meant that whatever was triggering this meltdown was internal.

"B̸͏u̸̵tc͏he̡̨rb͟i̛ŗd, B̸͏u̸̵tc͏he̡̨rb͟i̛ŗd, I͞'m̸ ͘her̡e ̸to he̶lp"(comfort-reassurance)/"B̸͏u̸̵tc͏he̡̨rb͟i̛ŗd, can͞͠ ̀̕͡ý͜ou h́͜ea̶r̴͜ ̀͡m̡͏e͜?͢͢ ͢C͝͞à͢͝n ̶y҉o̕͜u͟͏͡ ̀lo̷o̢͠k a͝t̨ ̷͢m̶e̶?"(urgent-query)/ "You'rę t͢otally̶ ̛u̴nres̨ponsiv͝e͜"

The revenant was so deep in his meltdown that the man couldn't even register his presence even when Danny was speaking to him.

"Sorry, but I'm pretty sure this is a medical emergency".

The ghost, understandably panicked when Danny suddenly made immediate contact with his ghost core. His small and tender ghost core that was all but encased with ill-processed ectoplasmic detritus. It was clear to sense that major ecto-debridement (the active removal of ectoplasmic detritus) of their ghost core was in order. The ghost core was under so much strain and so polluted that no wonder he was experiencing a major meltdown. The poor guy was likely on the constant brink of destabilisation. Danny was just glad that the meltdown was a result of his ecto-biology. If it had been a mental issue, like a threat to his Obsession, that would have been far more difficult to neutralise. The man was a stranger. He wasn't even aware enough to monologue and rant about his problem to him so Danny could get context clues.

Carefully, Danny spread out his ectoplasm over the ghost core to get a better sense of its state. The ghost core full on shuddered and flailed.

Danny soothed the agitated ghost core, "́Eąs͟y̡,͡ ́e͡as̀y," as he focused on feeling out the depth of severity of the ghost core's condition. The ghost himself was weakly lashing out at the unexpected contact. Danny absent-mindedly absorbed their light blows.

Carefully Danny began to saturate the ghost core with his own ectoplasm. It would soften the ectoplasmic detritus and loosen it from the encased ghost core. However as the saturation levels increased, irrespective of how gentle and well-meaning his ectoplasm emanates, the ghost core became overwhelmed from the significant increase in foreign ectoplasm.

Like a toddler refusing to open their mouth to feed, it's emphatic refusal to accept his ectoplasm started to disrupt Danny's steady flow of ectoplasm. After one particularly strong flail caused Danny to slip, he had to quickly re-steady himself. Gently letting go of their ghost core, he paused for moment. Then, looking the other straight in the eyes, Danny spoke with Authority.

Not mind-control but definitely resonant, the ghost core finally quieted down, and the ghost stopped lashing out.

“I’m h̤̰͇e̬͇̺̹̥ͅre t̹̜̪͉̙o͎̙ ͍̼h̤̰͇e̬͇̺̹̥ͅḷ̹̻͓̱̺̗p̶̱̠͉̜ ̟̳̙̼̯̟̥y͙̙͇̣͡o̤͖͖͙̯̕ͅu͍”(gentle-reassurance-kind).

“Fuck you,”(͟͏̨́͟a̡͟͞c̢̨̕͘͟c͏̸̴̛͜è̸̷͢͠p̵̷͞͡t̨̡͡ą̸̀n̷̴c̡͘e̶̕͞-g̵͟͏̀r҉̡̀a͞͠t̷͟͝ì̸͝͠͡t̕҉͟ų͝d̵̶̕͟͠ę̶̡͠͡)̸̧̧͘.

“But we’ve only just met,”(happy-to-help)/(ready-to-restart-query)

(á̡g̨̛͜r̡̨͝è̷è̵̸m̷̶͠è͡ń̸͞t̕͜͡͡͞-̷͟͢r̸ȩ͜a̡̕d̴̡y̴͡͡-͏̧͏h̡̕͢ą̡̡͟p̶̷̧̢͞p̸̕͟͜ỳ̛)

(acknowledgement-starting)

(!̯̖̬͈̇͐̎̉)

“E͝asy̛ doès ̸it,͡ I'͞m̛ ́a͡lm̧os̷t́ ̛th̴e͡ŕe̸”. The ghost core was almost entirely drenched in Danny's ectoplasm. The ectoplasmic detritus would soon be soft enough to separate pulling it from the vulnerable ghost core.

Danny began to add some ice to his ectoplasm so that the detritus would gel together separately from the ghost core. Once he got as much as he could, he slowly extricated the captured detritus. The overall ectoplasm was quite gelatinous, and exuded rich, powerful, delectable emotions.

As harmful as it may have been for the ghost, that was because their ghost core couldn't sufficiently process that high intensity of emotions. Danny Phantom, High King of the Infinite Realms, did not share that same problem. He figured it would be such a shame to discard such a delicious piece of ectoplasm.

Once he finished consuming the ectoplasm, realised that the ghost was H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒. The removal of a significant amount of ectoplasm - even when it was ill-processed - would trigger Ģ̂h͂ͬ̏o͒̇͗̏sͨ͛͗͋t̴ H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ͪ̈́̀̚͏eŕ́.

"Here, l̲̏è͚͚ͥt m̲͉̾̆e ̐h̳͍̹e̻̮l̶͜p͏͖̦̜̦ ̡͚̟̩y̖͔̠̜͚͈̖͢͞ọ̷̦̗͖̥̠ͅu̼̱̞̟͍͓̝”"(offering-feeding).

Danny felt his eyes and hair do their customary transformation as he pulled more on his ghost half, exciting his own ectoplasm to higher levels.

(H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒.)(H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒.)(H̿̉͑̽́̉̉̚ŭn̍͋͐̇͏g͆̈̎ŕ́y̸̡̛̓ͨ̒.)/(g̵͟͏̀r҉̡̀a͞͠t̷͟͝ì̸͝͠͡t̕҉͟ų͝d̵̶̕͟͠ę̶̡͠͡-h̡̕͢ą̡̡͟p̶̷̧̢͞p̸̕͟͜ỳ̛-g̵͟͏̀r҉̡̀a͞͠t̷͟͝ì̸͝͠͡t̕҉͟ų͝d̵̶̕͟͠ę̶̡͠͡).

Steadily pouring his ectoplasm, Danny watched as the ghost core gleefully replenished it's reserves, happily feasting on his ectoplasm, delighted to be given ectoplasm easy, safe, and healthy to process. In real time the fragile ghost core was healing and building itself stronger than it had been before.

“There you go, t̴̢͢a̷̸͡k̷̢̀̕͢e̕ ̶̷̶͡͠a͢͜s̨҉ ̢͜m̸̧͝͝u̸̡͠͡c̵̸h͡ ̴̧a̛͞s͟͠ ̷͘͞͝ỳ̧̕͡ǫ̶̧͢ù́͘͢͝ ͘̕͢͠w̕͢͞à҉̀͝n̡̕͟t҉͟.”(offering-feeding-pleased).

The ghost core eventually slowed down, satisfied with it's improved state and replenished reserves. Danny took back his hand, letting go of the ghost core that trilled with gratitude for him once again (g̵͟͏̀r҉̡̀a͞͠t̷͟͝ì̸͝͠͡t̕҉͟ų͝d̵̶̕͟͠ę̶̡͠͡-h̡̕͢ą̡̡͟p̶̷̧̢͞p̸̕͟͜ỳ̛-s̵̢͝͞a҉͞t͘͟҉̡͢i̢s̢͡f̶̨̀i̷̧͘͟ę̨ḑ). Danny was glad to see it was doing much better. The sudden improvement was very pleasant to see.

(g̴l̵ad̀-͠pro͘u̡d-i͜mpr͜eşs̷éd̸)

(f̶̡̀͠l̛u̶s͏̴̧͠t̸͝͏̀e̶̢̡͡҉r̷̴͟͜ę͜͝d̛҉̢͢-̨̛͡͝ṕ̡l̢̀҉̴̛e̷͠a̴͢҉ş̴ȩ̵͜͝d-g̨͘͜͠ŕ̴̨͠͠a̵̵͢͠t̢̨̕͠e̴f̧̧́u͏l̡͘͝)

Although the ghost core was stronger than ever, Danny noticed that it was vey tired after everything that happened. No longer a medical emergency, Danny no longer needed to be in immediate direct contact with the ghost core. But the close tactile contact allowed the ghost to get his bearings. Meltdowns were exhausting, and of course the ghost core had to be an over-achiever. So it didn't only heal from the operation but it also immediately got to work to building itself up bigger and better than it had been before.

He was pleased when the ghost's breathing mirrored his sedate, ghostly heart rate.

“F̱̮̲͍͖e̡̩̪̮e̷͈̹͚l͇͘í̥͕͚̺n͓͎͕͚̮g͏͖̟̪͇͉ bͤ̚et͆̈́̂t͘e̔̄ͥr̍͂?"(fond-understanding-mild-exasperation).

Although significantly calmer and happier, the ghost was still dazed and didn't have the most coherent of responses. It was also becoming obvious that the ghost core was a rather out of sync with the rest of him and just straight up fatigued. Danny decided to just stick to human speech for simplicity's sake whilst explaining.

The ghost didn't seem to like his explanation.

"You then just fucking ate it. You fucking ate my Pit Rage! Like it was a goddamn slurpee!”

Danny couldn't see why the ghost was so angry. He agreed with the ghost, by that point the ectoplasm basically had been a slurpee for him.

But it was the ghost's disbelief in the existence of ghosts; whilst being a ghost that got helped by another ghost by undergoing a treatment that was very ghostly in nature to cure an ailment that was the pinnacle ghostliness; that really beggared him beyond belief.

@ectoberhaunt

#ectoberhaunt23 #EH: Magic #EH: Day4 #Zombies #Ghost Core #Ghost Hunger #cw: body horror #cw: gore #cw: blood #dw the cw are pretty tame but #better safe than sorry #and YMMV #Fic Series: My love I devour #MLID

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noooo why are so many in the fandom so delulu like he did give a great performance and it's good to have some hope but we...

Is it delulu to be hopeful for Tom???? Even if you are right and let's say he has no chance, why are you so mad??? This industry is about connections, so him campaigning for an emmy allows him to talk to people he hasnt spoken to before. The best episode was 8, and if Tom is proud of his work on that episode and wants to campaign, let him be. Alit of ppl loved Barbie, whereas I thought it was boring, but it didn't stop Margot robbie campaigning it a whole yr despite it not winning any awards outside its box office.

the worst is in the scenario where he doesn't get a nom and fans make a big deal on twt further embarassing him/us...

I'm sorry, Anon, but maybe you are chronically online because how does him not get a nom a direct perception of you a fan? How are you feeling, secondhand embarrassment because of a few tweets from losers. Unless you are in the comparison wars that only exist on Twitter, that's the dumbest, main character opinion I've read in a while. Tom is doing what any actor does for their project. He's not the first actor to promote his show with low critical reviews, and trust me, he won't be the last. His performance as Danny was deeply grounded and amazing, and you are entitled to your opinion, but to call fans delulu for acknowledging his work is crazy I'm sorry.

Also Twitter is not real fucking life!!!! I'm sick of you fans that are on that app and then come here to cope becaue you saw a tweet that offended you from strangers online. I rarely have that experience because I pick and choose to care, and trust me, he's not the only actor to have projects that don't pan well. Paul Mescal had Foe come out last it was panned critically, but I didn't think his fandom online felt embarrassed because of it. They didn't internalised and then project . Paul also had all of us strangers and was filming gladiators next. He literally got that role because a casting director saw him on stage in A Streetcar named Desire. Filmtwitter loves him and yet he hasn't even achieved any boxoffice success yet...

Also, I don't think anyone cares unless you search for tweets about it. Maybe you are frustrated with Tom's pace of work and I can understand the frustration but at the end of the day, he's gonna do with his career what he wants to do, without any input from you, unless you have his number lol😭😭😭😭

Nobody is mad but you, sorry lol. The other person literally just said it's good to have some hope, but in this case we need to be more realistic, he was only nominated for a critics choice, he was snubbed twice after that. You're the one writing a whole essay for no reason. The "embarrassing" part is when fans keep crying and yelling how he was robbed, when it was never that deep.

And since you mentioned Paul...

He is an Academy Award nominee and has been recognized for being an indie darling in acclaimed projects. Why would his fans care about one single project with terrible reviews when their favorite isn't constantly being the target of comments about his career choices, how his agents are bad, people (including so-called journalists & 'critics') diminishing him to uplift others, and downplaying/trying to erase any career accomplishments he has achieved. Yeah, if I was a Paul fan, and I was chronically online, I wouldn't give two shits about Foe RT scores either 🤷🏽‍♀️. That was terrible example if you ask me.

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hiii i hope youre enjoying le mans rn! unrelated but id like to get into baseball and youre one of the only blogs i know that follows it, do you have any tips for where to start? :)

Hi hi hello dearest Anon! I had a great time at Le Mans, thank you, sorry for taking this long to answer your ask, hope you're still interested in checking baseball out!

I was drafting a writeup on how and where to start following the MLB, but @baiyunli beat me out to it with this primer that's better than anything I could ever put together—I'm a new fan myself, I'm sure I would've missed so many things. I used to watch it growing up, so getting back into it did feel 'easier' than if I'd gone in completely oblivious of the sport. I'm going to put a little addition to their wonderful post, some notes from my short career of being a baseball fan.

Under the cut: WHERE TO WATCH BLOGS TO FOLLOW NARRATIVES OF NARRATIVES: THE WORLD BASEBALL CLASSIC 2023 RECOMMENDED FURTHER READING: BASEBALL, THE US FOREIGN POLICY, AND AMERICAN IMPERIALISM

WHERE TO WATCH

MLB.TV The official streaming service. A season pass for all team is now $60, blackouts and restrictions apply if you're located in the market. With a mlb.com account, you can watch a selected game for free each day. MLB66 (mlb66 [dot] ir) The layout is a bit unintuitive, but it's by far the best 🏴‍☠️ streaming site for MLB. Click on the Select Game button on the top right, and navigate to the game you want to watch. On the bottom right, there's an option to select the home or away broadcast. It can take a few seconds to a minute to load, but so far, it has worked well for me. FSL (mk [dot] freestreams-live1 [dot] top) My go-to for sports streaming. The domain changes regularly, it's worth joining the Discord server for updates.

THE TUMBLR FANDOM EXISTS, I PROMISE: BLOGS TO FOLLOW

There's a kind of nostalgic longing for a time I've never been a part of when I scoured Tumblr tags to find mid-late 2010s baseballblr posts: hundreds of notes, some reaching quadruple digits. Anything going double digits feel like breaching containment now, but there are still some blogs posting about baseball on Tumblr.

Here are some, sorted by their allegiance—by no means a complete list and it will be very biased, but it's a start...

GENERAL BASEBALL BLOGS (and those whose allegiance I can't quite place and I'm scared of offending by assuming but I love your blogs I'm so sorry guys) @ baiyunli, once again thank you for the wonderful primer! @ nacseo-scrawl, + Braves, also the go-to for Bananaball content @ greinkeephus, + Phillies and Red Sox @ pindergarten, + the A's @ hootball, for your Americacentric sportsball needs (NHL, MLB, NFL...) PHILADELPHIA PHILLIES @ soyouwinagain, my most beloved, and @ toyotagazoo, also my dearest, who dragged me down to this hell with them... @ kurchatovium, my original Philly sports brain rot enabler (GO BIRDS) @ jcamilov06, + for all your Philadelphia sports needs @ phillyphangirl @ janosglove TORONTO BLUE JAYS @ donttelltheelff @ byebyebichette @ danny-jansen @ 7th-inningstretch @ based--ball @ kevin-gausman LOS ANGELES ANGELS @ whatincornation, the most wonderful and delightful artist in all of sportsblr @ iichliwps @ auditers BOSTON RED SOX @ eovaldi @ barbiebobby PITTSBURGH PIRATES @ fryinreynolds ATLANTA BRAVES @ colonel-clucker @ emietook SAN FRANCISCO GIANTS @ everydaywynns MILWAUKEE BREWERS @ kimsparis NEW YORK YANKEES @ judgerizzo @ gleyby LOS ANGELES DODGERS @ miggys

(Please @ me if you want to be included in/excluded from this list!)

THE WORLD BASEBALL CLASSIC OR HOW A SINGLE AT BAT PERMANENTLY ALTERED MY BRAIN CHEMISTRY AND MADE ME FALL DEEPLY IN LOVE WITH BASEBALL

Well, two at-bats, actually, but let's not talk about that one and instead talk about the storied matchup, the one now written in immortality and will be talked about for years to come.

Baseball is considered a slow-burner sport by many, even more so before the official introduction of the pitch clock, 'boring' even on the surface especially compared to sports with constant high-octane action like hockey or basketball. But as with sports in general, among the things that makes the game so exciting (or devastating) is the buildup to the matchup—the storylines and the narratives, as well as the ebb and flow of the clash itself with how the game is structured—it's not over until it's over, a comeback to tie the game and a walkoff win is always possible.

The final of the 2023 World Baseball Classic is one of the prime example of all the stars aligning to make a historic matchup between the best of the best.

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Mike Trout is a three-time MVP in the MLB, and is considered as one of the best baseball players of all time. Ohtani Shohei is nicknamed 'The Unicorn' by fans and experts alike, being the first elite two-way player (a player who pitches and bats) and is regarded as the most talented baseball player of all time. They are both in their primes and are currently considered to be two of the best players in the MLB. The term 'generational talent' tends to be thrown around casually in sports—for Trout and Ohtani, it's more than a worthy title.

Ohtani and Trout both play for the Los Angeles Angels in the MLB, with Trout being one of the reasons why Ohtani chose to play for the Angels in the first place. They've been good friends since Ohtani signed with the Angels leading up to the 2018 season. Unfortunately the Angels haven't found success despite both players being extremely successful, breaking long-standing records left right and center. Many consider it to be a shame that Trout and Ohtani were 'wasting' the prime years of their careers not playing 'meaningful' games since the Angels have not made it to the playoffs since their last appearance in 2014.

So we have two of the best players in the game, who happen to be teammates and good friends, playing in the final of baseball's equivalent of the FIFA World Cup on opposite sides representing their respective countries. Added to that is of course the novelty of an elite and truly one of a kind two-way player in Ohtani, pitching to one of the best hitters of all time in Trout.

The matchup was pretty unlikely in the first place too because of how batting orders work, and yet everything aligned for them to be up against each other in the top of the 9th—final barring extra innings—with two outs.

Japan were leading 3–2: strike Trout out, and Ohtani would win it all for Japan.

Here's the link to the full game on YouTube.

The whole tournament was such a treat all throughout, with exciting pool games, upsets, and rallying comebacks in the knockout stage. Two standout games for me are the quarterfinals matchup between Venezuela and the USA and the semifinals clash between Mexico and Japan. Both games were rife with gutsy baserunning and hitting, back-and-forth offense and lead change, and topped off by clutch plays to lead the respective teams to victory.

RECOMMENDED FURTHER READING: BASEBALL, THE US FOREIGN POLICY, AND AMERICAN IMPERIALISM

As much as we can weave romantics about America's pastime, it's also inseparable from how the US projected itself abroad in its foreign and military policy. My dearest @outofbodyinjury's research project led me to look into the history of the sport and its role in USA's long history of war and foreign intervention.

Starting from the 19th and 20th century as the game was growing and all throughout the 21st century, for example in response to 9/11 and the Iraq and Afghanistan invasions, baseball has been omnipresent as a tool to promote and serve US interests. The book The Empire Strikes Out: How Baseball Sold U.S. Foreign Policy and Promoted the American Way Abroad by Robert Elias dives deep into this topic. I have yet to find a DRM-free .epub of the book, but I will try to rip it if there's interest. Here's an .m4b rip of the audiobook, and here's a condensed version of the book: an article by the same author published in The International Journal of the History of Sport.

Once again: @baiyunli is the MVP for their primer, it has pretty much everything you need to know to start getting into the sport, so check that out. Don't hesitate to send me asks or DMs if you have questions! And I fully believe sports teams pick you: it could be through a player that happens to compel you, or the mascot, or the colors of the unis, or just for no reason at all. You'll know and feel it when you're chosen. That being said: LET'S GO PHILS!

And I hope you'll fall in love with baseball as I did :]

#.asks #Anonymous #baseball #this took me longer to write than it should because Tumblr keeps fucking up the formatting and deleted a lot of the parts I already typed #hope it's helpful :]

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evilminji · 6 months

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I just had a Thought that smacked me upside the head and insulted my mother (o.o )

You know how in DC, much like in most media, all Forces have an opposing Force? Fire to Water, Yin to Yang, Order to Chaos, etc etc. Well.....

If you ADD in DP's The Zone?

That right there? Is a Realm. An Element Of Creation. Yes, the glue, the very lining, of the Multiverse. Buuuuuuuut? What is it CONNECTING? The FABRIC? The SHELL and FORM?

What, in a word, is it's Reverse Element? Just as the Speed Force has the Slow Force. As Chaos has Order. What does the Realm of Death have?

I hear you suggest "the living world?" But! Rightfully, you sound uncertain! Because! Death is INHERENT to the so called "living world". Everything is! Order, chaos. Ying, Yang. Fire and water and earth and air! All of it! It's the mid-ground. Shared and thus balanced.

So what sits on the other side of the coin?

I? Propose? Those fffffuckin IMPS! The 5th dimensional imps, known to haunt our beloved DC Heros. Immortal. Eternal. Life unending.

Driven to cruelty and boredom by it.

They are a brilliant, distorted, reflection of the Ghosts we know! Are they not? Not every Imp so powerful as the ones we've seen. But? If, say, Overgrowth or Clockwork? Wanted to just pop in to harrass their favorite Blorbo?

What's a little veil between Realms?

Only thing STOPPING them, is themselves. The Rules. You know... the ones THEY made. Because Goverment. Kinda like the Observants. Walker. Danny and his throne.

I bet they HAAAAAATE each other.

Both have Obsessions, but gods help you if you compare them. Because Ghosts Obsess with the steadiness of the Dead. The unchanging, unrelenting, persistence. While IMPS? Obsessions like firecrackers! Shifting, changing, sticking on this or that! Maybe for a nano-second! Maybe for eons! Who knows?! Not them!

They both think the other side are FREAKS.

The single most OBNOXIOUS, Irritating, Grating, Petty, PATHETIC group of LOSERS you will ever be unfortunate enough to meet.

You think Danny hates the Joker? Is On Sight with HIM? You know NOTHING of his hatred for those big headed little balls of nasally BASTARD energy. It's like weasels and snakes.

Clark loves it. Danny keeps getting free pie. Because EVERY time that Imp comes to harrass him? *unholy staticy yowl screech* *flying tackle out of the air into a cartoonish dust cloud fist fight* here comes the normally cheerful and polite Phantom, looking POSSESSED. To claw Mxyzptlk's throat out.

Of course, the Imps refuse to give up. They were stalking their targets first. PHANTOM should leave.

Phantom shouts something that makes them gasp, deeply offended, and the nearby magic users choke on their own spit.

Yep. Clark LOVES the newest addition to the team. Best decision they ever made, Bruce. He's DELIGHTFUL :D

@the-witchhunter @nerdpoe @ailithnight @hypewinter @hdgnj

#dpxdc #dp x dc #dc x dp #dcxdp #dc x dp prompt

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((Terry always wants family portraits taken when Daniel is heavily pregnant)) Details like this always makes me smile because it’s just SO like Terry to be like this. The man is Extra no matter the ‘verse, and always deeply possessive. Of course he wants to show off what he’s done to Daniel—“Look at MY Omega, I, TERRY SILVER, got him like this, isn’t he gorgeous? YES he IS!!” Poor Daniel, putting up with this when he’s probably tired and squishy and not feeling his best. Bless. I was wondering, when you’re free, if you could write something about their first photoshoot (Daniel very pregnant with Sam).

"But I don't look nice!"

Terry strokes his hand through his mate's locks, shiny as ever, over his chest (the tiniest hint of a cup, something Daniel is intrigued by, the normally so bony little sweetheart) down the slightest widening of hips, squeezing the fuller little bottom, before he cradles his mate's belly, where he can feel his pup - HIS pup - move under his palms.

Danny won't look like this long, all the girls assure Terry, it's simply his mate already working to give life, to devote himself even more fully to Terry and his legacy. Of course it is Daniel's, too - but to see Terry's essence transforming him further with every passing minute, it's intoxicating.

Knowing the boy begged for it, too.

Danny gives him a look. "Are you even listening?"

"Hmmm." He kisses his bitemark, a little more pronounced each day. "Look gorgeous."

"I need to rest up!"

Terry tickles him. "Oh, poo. You're all over the place if you want to, I saw you yesterday."

He pouts. "Puppy is very wriggly, it tires them out."

"Was that why you were striking poses, too?"

He sniffs, offended. "You're mean."

He laughs. "You're adorable."

The car is pulling up to the studio, but Daniel still looks less than willing. "Pup's very calm today, Terry. I get excited, puppy gets excited, I won't get a second of quiet the whole afternoon."

"Come here." He pulls him into his lap. "Listen. I need you both to snuggle up to me, OK? Don't worry about the camera. Think that'll calm puppy down again?"

His eyes crinkle. "OK. Just this once though!"

"Yes baby." He kisses his cheek. "Just this once."

#silverusso #knights and pawns #omegaverse #Terry's you dick 😆

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underforeversgrace · 1 year

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the road to hell is paved with good intentions

title: the road to hell is paved with good intentions

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Summary: Jack feels like death as he fights the flu, Danny’s wrist is broken and he refuses to talk about it, and Maddie feels like she can’t do anything right.

If he could just see through his son’s eyes, walk in his shoes for a while.

He forgot one should never say the word ‘wish’ in Amity Park.

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“It’s nothing, okay?” Danny shouted, exasperated.

“Why won’t you just talk to us?” Maddie yelled back, similar frustration in her tone.

Jack just groaned as shoved his head further under his pillow. One of these days this family really needed to invest in some soundproof coating or something. His wife and son were in the living room, how could he possibly hear them so loudly? Why was this his life? Jack whined pathetically into the bedroom, empty except for him.

“There’s nothing to talk about, why is that so hard for you to understand?” Danny shot back.

“It isn’t nothing, Danny! Your wrist is very clearly broken, for Christ’s sake!”

Jack could practically hear the eye roll from the other room. “It so is not, mom!”

“It is bruised and crooked, why the hell won’t you tell me who did this?”

“Nothing happened and no one did anything! Ugh, I’m done with this crap.”

“Now wait just a second young man-!” Maddie didn’t even get to finish her sentence before Jack heard the front door slam close with impressive force, the window pane beside him shaking from it. Add doing a structural check for the house to the same to-do list that has the soundproofing on it, there was no way Danny was strong enough for this window to be doing that.

A cough tore from him, feeling like knives against his already sore throat. The flu sucked. He was still in the middle of his coughing fit when he heard the door to his room open, his wife’s soft footsteps coming over beside him. He heard the squeak of her hazmat suit as she leaned down to him, pushing back his sweaty hair and running her fingers through it. He didn’t say anything, instead giving a hum of satisfaction at the relaxing touch.

Maddie pressed the back of her hand against Jack’s forehead, sighing at whatever she felt. “You’re still burning up.” She said. Jack almost whined again when she pulled away from him. “I think I’m sleeping on the couch tonight, dear.”

“And you’re sure it isn’t ghost flu?” Jack croaked, doing his best to ignore the pain in his throat.

“I’m positive, sweetie.” Maddie said. Jack groaned and opened his eyes, watching his wife piddle around the room while she got ready for bed.

“What happened?” He asked.

Maddie stilled, staring at the pajamas she had pulled from the dresser. She slunk down to the edge of the bed, sitting down. “Danny’s wrist is obviously broken and I think part of his hand is too. It’s bruised and I swear it looks crooked. I don’t think he knew I was in the kitchen, he didn’t hide it in time. Now he’s stormed out. Why would he hide something like that? He needs medical attention!” Anger suddenly flared in her face and she bunched up the pajamas, viciously throwing it halfway across the room. They fell harmlessly to the floor, but Maddie continued to glare as if they had deeply offended her. “I don’t understand. God, why won’t he talk to me? We used to be so close! Today has been one fucking nightmare after another and I can’t take anymore.”

“What else happened?” He asked. Jack had been in bed almost all day - he hadn’t even been able to drive himself to the doctor, Jazz had had to squeeze him into her car and drive him. Jack and being sick did not get along well.

“Phantom, what else?” Maddie practically spat the ghost’s name. “I had him! I had him, Jack. I even literally handcuffed him to me! With the power suppressant cuffs so he couldn’t phase through them! But almost immediately after, I heard a loud crack and he was gone. I had him for a grand total of five seconds. I cannot for the life of me figure out how he got out. I failed as a mother and an ectoscientist today.”

The longer she spoke, the more anger faded from her voice, getting replaced with exhaustion and sadness so deep it was nearly grief.

“Why won’t he just talk to us?” Maddie asked desperately.

Jack reached out a hand and patted her reassuringly on the leg. “I don’t know.” Jack admitted, every syllable a knife directly to his throat. “I wish sometimes I could just… walk in his shoes, see through his eyes. Understand him. All we can do is our best, Mads.”

Maddie slumped forward, defeated. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess so.” The bed creaked slightly as she left it, grabbing the thrown clothes from the floor. “I’ll get you something to help you sleep, okay?”

“Thanks.” He croaked, fatigue settling in. He really was not doing well, that short conversation had been incredibly taxing.

Maddie changed into her pajamas, left the room, and came back a few minutes later, water and various bottles in her hands. “Okay. Take this antiviral for the flu symptoms. Here’s some cough syrup as well. And, honestly, you sound awful, so here’s Benadryl and the Fenton Knock ‘Em Out. Can’t feel bad if you’re dead to the world!”

Jack tried to chuckle, but it just sent him into another coughing fit. He accepted the medication from his wife, dutifully slamming it down.

It really was a shame they couldn’t sell the Knock ‘Em Out, it worked so well, but neither of them technically had the degrees to be making medication in their basement. More for them!

Maddie kissed his forehead as she left, grabbing her pillow. The cocktail in his system kicked in quickly. All he thought of was Danny as he drifted away.

~~~~~~

Jack grumbled as light spilled in from his open curtains. He could’ve sworn Maddie had closed them last night. He cleared his throat, tested his limbs. He was relieved when nothing hurt the way it had last night, his arms and legs no longer feeling like lead. Wow, all that crap he took last night had really helped! Even if he did feel kinda sore in other spots. Must’ve slept wrong.

Eyes still closed against the offensive light, he pushed himself up. Or, tried to. He yelped in pain, eyes flying open as his right hand aggressively protested the action. He gripped his wrist with his left hand, pulling it against him.

He stared at his hands, though, utterly bewildered because these were most definitely not his hands. Jack blinked several times, trying to get his eyes to get back to reality instead of whatever dream state it was stuck in.

The hands in front of him had no gloves on, despite Jack knowing he fell asleep with them. They were too narrow, too small, too pale. He studied them closer, brows furrowing. Even that felt weird, he realized. His entire body felt, just… off.

His right wrist was mostly definitely sprained and had a nasty bruise entirely circling it, the bruise extending up to his thumb as well. Jack wiggled his(?) thumb in curiosity. It ached slightly as the bruise was pulled on. His left hand was, somehow, the more surprising one. He had to hold it close to his face, moving it to observe it from every angle, letting as much natural light illuminate the limb. It was so faint, he could barely see it.

A scar shaped like lightning branched around his hand and up his arm, fading into non-existence shortly above his elbow.

Done examining his arm, he studied the room around him. Well, at least he knew this room, though he wasn’t sure if that was reason to panic or not. There was no denying the walls covered in star posters, the NASA comforter set he was snuggled under. He threw the blankets from him and ran to the nearby mirror.

He wasn’t entirely sure how he was supposed to react when his son’s face was the one staring back at him, blue eyes wide with bewilderment. Jack touched his/his son’s face, still not quite believing it, even as he ran his hands across a smooth chin where Jack should have stubble.

“What the hell?” He asked, though Danny’s voice was the one who spoke his words. He hurried from the teen’s room, running into his own.

Was this an out of body experience? Literally seeing his own body, sniffling and coughing under the covers.

Jack moved to wake Danny-in-Jack’s-body up, but was distracted by Jazz talking to him from her doorway.

“Danny? You’re never up this early, were you out all night again?”

“Uh…” Again, hearing Danny’s voice was incredibly odd right now. A glance back at his sleeping form and an idea formed in Jack’s head. He could pretend to be Danny - maybe he’d learn something. He felt a twinge from the bruised wrist - the one Maddie had yelled about last night, the one that had hurt Jack so badly this morning. He loved his son and if the only way to find out what was hurting him was to pretend to be him for a day? He wouldn’t complain.

Smiling in a way he hoped mimicked Danny, he turned away from his own sleeping body. The mix of medication Jack had taken last night should keep him down most of the day and he suspected Danny was currently inhabiting Jack’s body.

“Couldn’t sleep.” Jack lied, shrugging like Danny so often did.

“Danny, what’s that?” Jazz asked, stepping closer and gently grabbing Danny’s injured hand. Jack hissed as it twinged painfully.

“Uh…” he said. He and Maddie didn’t know if Jazz knew what Danny was involved in and he couldn’t risk saying the wrong thing if she did. So he shrugged again. How often did Danny shrug? Was this believable? “It’s nothing.”

Jazz sighed, gently examining her brother’s hand. “Just because it’s a minor injury doesn’t mean it’s nothing.” Jack’s eyes widened. What the hell was his son doing that this was minor?

Jazz continued, too focused on the purple bruises to notice her father’s distress. “You broke this, didn’t you? You know you’re supposed to come to me when that happens so I can at least splint it.”

How often was Danny breaking bones?!

“It was late when I got home,” Jack finally said, realizing the silence was starting to stretch too long. “I didn’t want to wake you. Besides, it’s just a sprain.”

Jazz snorted, thwacking her brother on the back of the head. “As if that means anything. We agreed you would stop that, Danny. You wake me up next time, understand?”

“Next time?” Jack asked, and it was definitely his son’s voice cracking because of puberty right then, Jack had not squeaked.

“If you ever figure out how to stop the ‘next times,’ let me know. Wanna ride to school or you gonna go solo?”

Did Danny frequently walk by himself to school? As far as his parents knew, Danny always carpooled with his sister. He looked out the window behind Jazz, where snow flurries fell. “Can you give me a lift? It’s snowing too much.”

For some inexplicable reason, Jazz laughed. “Yeah, as if the snow has ever stopped you.” She looked at her watch. “Meet me downstairs in ten and we can head out.”

Jack just nodded, suddenly realizing this meant he had to dress Danny. Somehow, that felt like more of an invasion of privacy than deciding to try to masquerade as him. Still, that conversation with his daughter had set off more alarms than a building on fire. Jazz - who had always been so protective of her brother, who tried to push him to be his best self - knew whatever Danny was going through and didn’t tell them.

As Jack ran back into his room - wow Danny was fast! - he frowned as he thought over Jazz’s words. She made it sound like Danny frequently broke bones. But bones took a long time to heal and they were extremely painful. Danny would need medical attention - a cast and possibly pain medication. Even after Jack - er, Danny? - had assured her it was just a sprain, she still scolded him like a broken bone. Jack knew his daughter knew bones would take weeks to heal.

Jack quickly changed, doing his best to not think about how utterly awkward this was and he ran downstairs. Maddie wasn’t on the couch so he hurried down the stairs to the lab.

“You’re up early, sweetie!” Maddie said.

“Listen to me,” Jack said urgently, continuously glancing up the stairwell to make sure Jazz hadn’t appeared. “It’s me, Jack. I don’t know how, I don’t know why, but I woke up as Danny this morning. Whatever Danny’s into, Jazz knows! His wrist is just sprained, and I think his thumb might have gotten hurt too.” He held up the damaged hand as proof. “I took enough sleeping medication last night to put a bull down for a week - Danny is in my body and he won’t wake up any time soon. This is our chance! Maybe I can figure out what’s going on by pretending to be him! Jazz saw this and just got onto me - uh, Danny? - for not coming to her last night for her to put a splint on it! She thought he’d broken his hand because he does it a lot!”

As soon as he was done talking, he frowned. He hadn’t needed to take a breath for any of that. Danny must be in really good shape, even though he didn’t look it. Something about that explanation, though… it just didn’t feel right.

Maddie, thankfully, took it in stride. There were some benefits of marrying a scientist who believed in ghosts. Outlandish situations weren’t as unbelievable. “Are you sure?” She asked.

Jack nodded. “Maybe I can get something. Anything to put us on the right path. We won’t get this chance again.”

Maddie bit at her lip indecisively. “It feels wrong. But you’re right. You just have to make sure his friends buy it.”

Jack shrugged. “He’s a teenage boy. How hard could it be? I just need to let them talk. Someone knows something and they won’t shy around the topic around him.”

“Do it.” Maddie said. “I’ll call you if Danny wakes up. Now go, quickly!”

Jack instinctively began to reach towards Maddie to hug her, but, again, it just felt… bad to do in his son’s body. So he just nodded and bolted up the stairs.

Wow, he really needed to get on whatever workout regimen Danny was apparently hiding. This boy could zoom.

The living room was still empty when he re-entered, pulling Danny’s jacket and gloves from the rack by the door. Jazz wasn’t far behind him, digging her keys out of her purse.

“You remembered your coat for once!” Jazz said, grinning. “I can’t remember the last time I didn’t have to remind you to get it.”

Was Danny really that forgetful? This was Illinois, it snowed a lot. Was he getting head trauma on top of whatever else he was doing? Jack just grinned sheepishly in the best impersonation of Danny he could muster, following Jazz to the car.

“So, are you going to tell me who did that?” Jazz asked as they pulled away from the driveway, pointing briefly to his wrist before firmly placing both hands properly on the wheel.

Crap. Crap, crap, crap. Jack had no idea how Danny had sprained his wrist, much less who did it to him. “I don’t wanna talk about it.” He whined, crossing his arms and sinking further into his seat.

“Oh my God, was it Boxy?” Jazz said, laughing.

This was definitely a gang. But what kind of gang member went by Boxy? But it was an answer Jack could play off of. “Lucky shot.”

Whoever this Boxy was, he must be really weak, Jack determined, as Jazz was nearly crying from laughter. “No wonder you didn’t want to talk about it! By the Ancients, how did Boxy manage to break your wrist?”

“It’s just a sprain!” Jack protested, trying to push the conversation away from topics he had no idea what was going on. And also trying his best to not feel slightly disappointed at how hilarious his daughter found her brother getting hurt.

“Which means it was a clean break last night.” Jazz shot back.

“That’s impossible!” Jack immediately reacted, forgetting to actually think before he spoke.

Thankfully, Jazz didn’t seem to notice, apparently still thinking Danny was just messing around. “Yeah, and absolutely nothing about you is impossible.” She said sarcastically.

Jack had utterly no clue what was going on, so he reverted to a tried and true Danny method - he went silent and looked away, giving Jazz the cold shoulder.

Jazz laughed again but she didn’t push, allowing her brother to stew.

When they pulled into the school and he left her car, though, he realized a fundamental flaw in his plans.

He had no earthly idea where Danny’s classes or locker were. He was fairly certain Danny had passively mentioned at one point that every class he had either Sam or Tucker with him, so Jack would just… have to tag along. He had a 50/50 shot of getting it right. Maybe he could blame tiredness if he chose the wrong one?

“Danny!” Tucker yelled, waving as he strolled towards Jack. He was bundled in winter clothing.

Jack took a deep breath, preparing himself for the performance of his life. Again, something with Danny’s breathing just felt wrong. It wasn’t… he didn’t know, satisfying? There was something deep inside that he couldn’t place, something that was just… missing.

Regardless, he smiled back at the approaching boy, waving as well. “Hey, Tuck!”

Tucker closed the distance between them, both of them off to the side of a busy hallway. Jack assumed they were waiting for Sam.

Starting to feel a little too warm in this jacket - the school must have jacked the heat all the way up - he pulled it off with a sigh of relief.

“Dude, have you lost it? It’s freezing in here. Put that back on!” Tucker said quietly, looking around and watching the others.

“What? No, it’s burning up in here.”

“Dude, did you forget the heater broke? You know you get warm easily. Besides,” he continued, pointing at the splotchy purple bruise, “we don’t want people seeing that.”

Jack wanted to argue but he conceded. He was Danny right now, this apparently was just a normal thing his son dealt with, even if it made absolutely no sense to Jack.

He was obediently pulling the jacket back on, tugging the sleeve down to hide the purple mark, though it didn’t seem nearly as bad as he had remembered it. He must’ve imagined how awful it looked, made it worse.

“Danny, Tuck,” Sam greeted as she joined the little group. Jack, however, had gotten distracted by the lightning scar on his hand again.

“Earth to space case!” Sam called, playfully hitting his shoulder with a book. “What’s up?”

“Just, uh. Got distracted.” Jack managed, sticking both hands in his pockets as though it was normal. “Forget how bad that scar is sometimes.”

Jack had been hoping that would prod the two into giving more information, but they just shrugged. “We’ll take your word for it. You know we’ve never seen it on this side of you.” Tucker answered.

Well. Damn. This side of you? Jack just had more questions now. The three of them got swept away in the crowd, Jack following his son’s best friends as closely as possible.

He felt an odd stir in his chest. It almost felt like… contentment? Like, his body was content even though he wasn’t? Jack couldn’t quite… place whatever was happening in him. It definitely wasn’t bad. Just… weird.

Jack yelped as he felt himself be grabbed by his collar, his back thrown to the wall. He scowled at whoever had grabbed him - a tall blond jock, flanked on either side by two others.

“How are you today, Fentonia?” The boy sneered.

“Dash, for one day, just one, can you not be a giant fucking prick?” Sam asked.

The boy - Dash, apparently - tilted his head in thought and paused. “Nope!” He said cheerfully, a punch flying towards Jack’s face.

Time seemed to slow, the incoming strike almost cartoonish in its exaggerated slo-mo. Jack easily broke the larger boy’s grip, throwing his arms up to protect his face. Something felt like it was… missing. Something he couldn’t place.

The punch landed on his crossed arms and the odd time perception stopped. Despite Dash’s apparent higher strength, Danny’s body didn’t flinch beneath the blow, nothing more than a piece of paper being brushed against him.

Dash yelped in pain, holding his hand against himself, looking at Jack in surprise. Behind him, Tucker and Sam looked stunned as well. Jack just studied the scene, wide eyed.

What. What was that? What did he just do?

It was one of the other boys behind Dash who broke the silence - a redhead. “You stole some of your parents' tech, didn’t you? Even with the shit your insane parents make, you’re a loser.”

Dash nodded along with the other boy. “Yeah, what Jeff said. Freak.” He didn’t look like he actually believed it, to be honest, but he was going to roll with whatever sounded better than… whatever the hell Jack had just done. They quickly left after.

Sam and Tucker immediately closed ranks on him, blocking him from view.

“What the hell, Danny!” Sam hissed. “You know you can’t do that!”

“I didn’t mean to,” Jack protested.

Tucker pinched the bridge of his nose, slightly pushing up his glasses. “I thought you had control of the power now, dude. You can’t be here if you don’t. It’s too dangerous!”

“Do you need to go back to Clockwork, Danny?” Sam asked.

Power? Clockwork?

Jack just blinked wildly, unsure what had just happened.

“It’s okay if you do,” Sam said, her voice softening. “Time doesn’t move here if Clockwork doesn’t want it to. You can go spend a few more months with him.”

Jack just shook his head rapidly. “I’m fine.” He said, pushing away from the locker. The way they phrased it, it sounded like Danny had already spent some months with this Clockwork. But that was impossible, Danny hadn’t been gone longer than a night in years. “It won’t happen again.”

“It can’t happen again, Danny.” Tucker pleaded. “You can’t get revealed. I thought you were about to hit Dash! Fuck, dude, you already had to break your own wrist and half your hand last night to get away from Maddie, do you want to get caught?”

Genuine fear and worry emanated from his son’s two friends. But Jack almost didn’t notice it. Their words had struck him as he struggled to understand them.

“Let’s just… let’s just go to class, okay?” Jack finally managed. This charade was getting harder and harder, he was grasping at straws to stay in character. A character he apparently knew nothing about.

“Yeah. C’mon, before Lancer gives you another detention.” Sam sighed, turning away. Tucker and Jack fell into step behind her.

“Seriously, dude. If you can’t control it, promise me you’ll go back to Clockwork.” Tucker said, throwing a worried glance at his friend.

Jack desperately wished he knew who this Clockwork was, that he knew what was going on. It almost seemed… ghostly. But that was impossible. Danny was human, Jack had seen him go through a ghost shield last week. Was Danny involved in a literal mad science experiment? Trying to fuse ghost abilities to a human host? Was it hurting Danny? Was he having to fight other guinea pigs? How in the absolute hell could his son fucking slow down time? That wasn’t an ability he knew any ghost to be capable of.

“I promise.” Jack lied. If this Clockwork was forcing his son into something, there was no way in hell he was letting Danny back near him.

Tucker breathed a sigh of relief. “Thank you.”

As they settled into their apparent normal seats - why did Danny insist on sitting so far away? - Jack’s mind was a storming ocean.

Jack knew Tucker loved Danny - romantically or platonically Jack didn’t know or care - so his words confused Jack now that he thought about them. He wouldn’t encourage Danny to do something dangerous. Sam wouldn’t either. They were thicker than thieves, even closer than Jack had been with Maddie and Vlad back in college.

And what they had said about Danny breaking his own bones to escape someone named Maddie. Of course, it wasn’t his Mads, she’d sooner rip their portal apart and set herself on fire than hurt either of her kids, just like Jack would. What other Maddie was in Danny’s life? Was Maddie trying to kidnap his son?

How was it that he found out his son was being physically bullied by another student, and it wasn’t the worst thing he’d learned?

The day went by slowly. Jack did his best to take notes for Danny, his grades were already so poor… but it was all so boring. He’d seen ghosts with more vigor for life than some of these teachers! So far, he’d also been right in his guesses of who to follow to which classes through sheer dumb luck.

His next chance to properly speak to Sam and Tucker didn’t come until lunch. They had glanced at him throughout the day, but they seemed more of worry for this morning than suspicion that he wasn’t Danny.

Maybe his son was more like him than he’d realized, among his friends.

The day had gotten slightly warmer, some of the snow finally fading from the ground. Jack was immensely grateful as the trio ended up sitting down outside. They weren’t wrong when they’d said Danny got warm easily. Jack quite enjoyed being outside - there was no wind, but the cool air seemed to soothe him.

“It’s so nice right now.” Jack said, looking around. They were extremely isolated, tucked in a far off corner that dipped slightly behind the school.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, ice head.” Tucker said, rolling his eyes. He’d taken off some of the heavier winter clothes but he was still swaddled in several layers. “We’re only out here because you need to feel better. Uh - not that it’s a bad thing! Or anything!” He began to babble.

“We need you to feel better, too.” Sam interjected, cutting off Tucker’s babbling. She then rounded on Tucker, stole the red beret off his head, and then began to swat at him repeatedly with it. “Are you trying to get his hero complex riled up?”

Jack added that tidbit to the growing list of things he’d learned about Danny when he froze. Suddenly he felt like ice was consuming his insides, freezing his blood in his veins. It was brief, ending when he exhaled and blue mist escaped his mouth.

That wasn’t what drew his attention, though, as the ice retreated back into the center of his chest, nestling back into his ribs. He had felt all day, he realized, and he hadn’t noticed.

“Danny? Where’s the ghost?” Sam asked, though Jack didn’t see her right now.

Because he’d finally realized what had been missing.

He had no heartbeat. That’s what had been missing earlier, in the fight - the pounding of blood in his ears as his heart raced. Then he noticed that, in his shock, he had stopped breathing. Yet there was no burn in his lungs as he continued to hold it. There was no desperate need to breathe, no fear of suffocating.

Jack began to panic, pressing his a hand to his silent chest, searching for a pulse in his neck.

“Danny!” Sam and Tucker both called, running to his side. “What’s wrong?”

Jack knew he was probably having a panic attack, he’d helped Maddie through a few towards the end of their doctorates. But it was wrong, there was no constricting of his chest, nothing seeming to suffocate him as he didn’t draw breath.

“I can’t-“ he stumbled over his words. “The heartbeat - I can’t - where - I can’t - I can’t find a heartbeat.”

“Danny, did you get shot with something new last night?” Tucker asked.

Sam meanwhile, sat beside him, pulling Jack’s hands into her own. “Danny,” she said softly. “You haven’t had a heartbeat since you died.”

“Died?” Jack said. He was spiraling hard. Somehow, the lack of his heart erratically beating due to anxiety was making this worse.

“Danny, what happened last night? Did something happen you didn’t tell us about?” Sam asked, her voice more gentle than Jack had ever heard her.

“Oh dear, am I interrupting something?” An echoed voice asked. If he had any more room for panic, the fact the Wisconsin Ghost was hovering in front of them probably would have been notable. Fuck. He needed to get himself and two teens away from one of the most violent ghosts in the town, no weapons in sight. The cold in his chest seemed to flex, gently spreading through him.

“Oh fuck off, Vlad. We don’t have time for you today.” Sam spat, her prior gentleness buried in hate. She really was fearless.

Wait, Vlad? The ghost was named Vlad?

“Daniel always has time for me. Don’t you, son?” The ghost leered.

Even as Jack continued to feel like he was shattering, the ice within him moved, freezing the shards of himself in place, keeping him from fully falling into ruin.

“Not your son.” Jack managed. He didn’t know what had happened to Danny, what Danny was now. But Danny would always be his fucking child.

“Not yet,” the ghost cooed. “But soon. Your father won’t survive me forever. Not even with you as his guardian angel, little badger.”

Jack had yet again been verbally backhanded, more than once, as the ghost’s lips twisted into a cruel smile. This ghost was trying to kill him - Jack him - and steal his son.

And he knew who this ghost was.

Jack had always thought the little badger endearment was, well, endearing. But now it left a feeling of ash in his mouth.

How could this be Vlad? Jack’s Vlad, his first genuine friend in college. One of only two he had. His heart - apparently he still had an emotional one of those - felt like it had been torn from his chest. Still, no matter what Vlad had been to him, how much he had loved him like a brother, the feeling clearly didn’t go both ways. No matter how much it absolutely destroyed him, Vlad was no longer a friend. He was an enemy trying to steal Jack’s son away.

He pushed himself to his feet, even if his legs did shake some. “Go to hell.”

Vlad grinned, sadistic and vile. “I already have.” A pink ectoblast flew from his hand, nailing Jack square in the chest. He fell backwards, catching himself with his elbows, grass itchy against his skin.

Jack really wished he knew how to control whatever time shifting ability Danny apparently had, but he had no idea.

Vlad lazily threw up a shield as Tucker and Sam blasted at him, wrist rays smoking with each shot. “Danny, do something!” Sam shouted before she had to jump out of the way of a blast.

“I don’t have a weapon!” Jack shouted back as he caught thin, knife-like rays striking across his side, cutting deeply into him.

The ice in his chest suddenly burst. It encased him, consumed him. It was no longer the cold of a dead heart, Jack was the ice. Power he’d never felt before flared beneath his skin and he yielded to it, the power painlessly tearing through his skin, through his very being.

Jack watched as a circle of light pulsed out from inside him, travelled along him.

“You’re not Daniel.” Vlad said.

Jack stared at the white gloves that had appeared on him, the black jumpsuit, the white boots. “What?” He whispered, pulling at the fabric clinging to his chest so he could get a better look. There was no denying that symbol.

Jack’s entire world had absolutely gone to hell and yet he continued further, into the deeper circles, each new revelation a spear to his soul.

“Who are you?” Sam asked. Tucker warily raised his ray, now aiming at Jack. Yet he barely registered them, staring at Vlad.

Phantom’s powers, Jack knew. Phantom’s abilities were something Jack and Maddie had been studying for years. The thought of his wife gave a small twinge in his hurt wrist. He pushed that avalanche away for now.

He’d happily let it bury him in shame later.

Jack willed his body into the air, floating level with his old friend. His fists clenched and green surrounded them.

“Stay the hell away from my son, Masters!” Jack shouted, ramming his hands into the ghost’s stomach. Apparently Vlad hadn’t been expecting this fake Phantom or whatever to be strong. Almost immediately, he had the upper hand, surprising the other ghost and then just not letting up, even as it devolved into Jack just repeatedly slamming his fists into the other’s face.

It didn’t last forever though, eventually Vlad blasting him in return and sending him flying. He slammed against a tree and slid down, bark angrily digging into him, until he crashed to the ground. Now it was Vlad who had successfully surprised his enemy, continually blasting Jack.

As much as it hurt, Jack felt so guilty. His son would eventually get his body back. And Jack hadn’t protected it. Jack wasn’t the one who would be suffering these bruises later. As Vlad continued his barrage, yelling insults the whole way, all Jack could do was throw his hands over his head, trying to form a shield with only a moderation of success.

Jack heard the roar of an engine, gravel being crushed under something heavy, metal doors slamming open.

“Ah, Daniel, I presume?” Vlad asked, granting Jack a brief reprieve, allowing him to look up.

As odd as seeing his sleeping body had been, seeing himself up and walking around from an outside perspective that wasn’t a recording felt deeply wrong. Maddie was also there, catching his eyes. He saw his pain mirrored there and he knew Maddie knew Danny’s truth now as well.

Danny stepped forward in his father’s body, hefting the blast bazooka onto his shoulder. Despite looking like death warmed over, he didn’t look weak or afraid. As sick as Jack knew he had been, Danny pushed through it like it was nothing.

“Stay away from my dad!” Danny shouted, firing the bazooka. “Tucker, now!”

Vlad’s - and Jack’s - attention had been entirely on the new arrivals. Neither of them had noticed Tucker slipping around behind Vlad.

Vlad reacted too late - he managed to catch the blast in a shield but the blue light of the Thermos caught him. Tucker slammed the cap on, twisting it shut. “It’s both infuriating and hilarious to me that Vlad keeps falling for that.” He said, dropping the device into his backpack.

“Dad?” He heard his own voice ask timidly. Danny was warily approaching him, slowly and cautiously, two things Jack himself had never been.

“Danno.” He said, forcing himself to stand even as his side twinged, cold ectoplasm bleeding down.

Danny seemed to relax some, hurrying towards his father. “Are you okay?” He asked, eyeing the injury on Jack’s side.

Jack nodded. “It’s your body, son. I’m just borrowing it. But I think I’m fine.”

“I’m sorry!” Both blurted out simultaneously after a short silence. Jack motioned for Danny to continue.

“I’m sorry I lied. I’m sorry I died. I’m sorry this is the way you had to find out.” Danny said. “Do I need to apologize for coming back? For coming back wrong?”

“No.” Jack said firmly, willing his body to float, lifting him until he was eye level with Danny. He wondered if it was as odd for Danny to stare into his own face as it was for Jack. Gently, he held Danny’s face, even though it was his own eyes looking back at him, misty with tears. “I am so sorry I ever made you believe that. I’m sorry I didn’t immediately wake you up when I realized what had happened. But I love you, Danny. I will always love you. You are my son, you understand? Dead or alive.” His voice cracked there. “But I love you so, so much, Danny. And I will spend the rest of my goddamn life proving it to you if I have to.”

Danny sobbed gently, throwing his arms around his father, and clinging to him in a hug. It wasn’t a hug Jack would normally give - bone breaking, all consuming. It was soft and light, it avoided the wounds Jack hadn’t stopped from littering his son’s body. Jack held onto his son just as tightly, squeezing his eyes shut as he cried, too.

For a moment, it felt like he was being pulled from the body, painlessly melting from his son’s form. As quickly as he melted, he was rebuilt.

The arms around him changed position, chilled him even through his clothes. Solid ground reappeared under his feet. The ache in his side fell away, the other wounds disappearing into mist. His throat became sore and itchy, fatigue settled into his very bones. A light weight was held against him.

Jack carefully pulled back. Phantom’s green eyes stared back at him, a relieved smile coming to both of their faces as, finally, they no longer eerily stared at themselves. “I love you, Danny.” Jack repeated, even as talking felt like gargling sharp gravel. But it didn’t matter, he needed Danny to hear this from his father’s voice, for once. “You’re safe.”

“Are… are you two back in your own bodies now?” Maddie asked, approaching them as they separated.

Jack just smiled and nodded, suddenly exhausted.

Phantom floated there, before gritting his teeth together and edging closer to her until he was only just beyond arm’s reach. “Yeah, mom.” He said. “I’m in my body. This is my body - this is who I am.”

Maddie smiled even as tears fell down her face. “I’m glad you’re back where you belong.” She said, holding out her hands to him. He came closer and reached for her, allowing her to pull him into a hug. “I love you, too. All of you.”

She was the first to pull away, though she didn’t release his hands. “I’m sorry, Danny. Just like your father. We never would have hunted Phantom if we’d known it was you. I’m sorry that we made life so hard for you that you had no way of knowing that. God, I’d do anything to take it all back. Every awful thing we’ve ever done or said.” She looked at his hand, the wrist he’d broken last night. “I’m sorry for the lengths you’ve had to go to in order to be safe from us.”

“I think we should all go home,” Jack said, glancing at the school. “Maddie, can you go check out Danny and Jasmine? I think today’s been hard enough.” His wife nodded, heading to do so.

Finally, he turned to Sam and Tucker. “I’m sorry I lied to you. But thank you. For keeping him safe all these years. I’m so grateful Danny has you two. And I promise both of you that he has two less people you need to keep him safe from.” His throat felt like it was layered with razors, but Danny had been fine. He could be strong enough for Danny, just long enough for the things that needed to be said.

“We love him too, Mr. F.” Tucker said, fidgeting with the he of his shirt.

“And we will always protect each other.” Sam added. The glare in her eyes was a warning, Jack knew. The two of them would make sure his parents kept to their word.

Jack really couldn’t ask for better friends for his son.

The bell rang, signaling the end of lunch.

“Wait a sec, Danny.” Tucker said. “He only knows you’ve died and he freaked about your human heartbeat.”

Jack looked at them curiously. Was there more?

Danny groaned slightly. “Great, I already had to explain halfas to mom today.” He leaned his head back and whined. Tucker and Sam laughed, waving their goodbyes.

“I don’t need to know everything immediately. We can wait until you’re ready.” Jack said, shivering slightly, both from fever and the cool day. Part of him didn’t want to know yet, wanted to go home and down some more cough medicine. His entire head hurt.

“Did you see the scar on my left hand?” Danny asked.

Jack nodded. “I don’t know how I never saw it.”

“Human eyesight isn’t good enough for it.” He explained, hovering closer and pulling off his left glove, facing his palm out towards Jack. “Look.”

He studied his son’s arm, the scar so much more visible now. It looked like long healed scar tissue, in the same pattern he’d been studying periodically all day. “Electrical injury.”

Danny nodded. “Yeah, I think the electricity might be why I’m the way I am, like, with what I’m about to show you. I mean, I already know it’s why I’m a ghost. But I… there’s a very long story for us to face when we get home. I don’t know how what I am works and I don’t think I want to. But I’m still half human. My human heart… it couldn’t handle it. I couldn’t get it back. I’m more than human, though. Ugh, I’m babbling. Here. Just… just feel for it.” He offered up his hand to his father.

Jack accepted, pressing his fingers to Danny’s wrist. He inhaled deeply as he did, blinking back tears.

As he felt, under ice cold skin, the gentle beating of his son’s heart.

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