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dannyphantom-zero · 3 months

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Doctor Danny: First official chapter

The busy hospital was on its last leg. Nurses and interns were scattered, running around like mice.

Sounds of trauma care patients and emergency care patients alarms were constantly ringing.

In the midst of it all, one calm collected doctor cared tenderly for each patient.

He, was Danny Fenton, who used to be known for having two crazy ghost enthusiasts for parents. He still loved his parents despite how hard it was growing up as half ghost.

Jazz had told them a long time ago and they had ignored it for the most part. Like that side of him didn't exist.

It had hurt at the time but Danny had managed to move past it. After successfully securing his position as ghost king (on accident) he put his newfound authority to good use making the ghosts swear a vow to behave.

A ghost vow is a big deal, which is why Danny swore a vow in return acknowledging them, if ever a ghost were in danger he would help them.

After the lack of ghost attacks Danny found he had next to nothing to do. His only hobby outside of playing video games had been ghost fighting. He hadn't realized how used to it he had gotten.

Danny hadn't even picked the college he wanted to go to yet.

Danny approached the Nasty Burger, his last refuge.

That's when he noticed a man who seemed a little out of it. The man stumbled making Danny wonder if he was drunk.

Danny turned to go inside when the man collapsed. Danny rushed over to the man and rolled him on his back. He checked for a pulse but couldn't find one.

Of course he wasn't exactly medically trained.

Danny dialed nine-one-one and started to perform CPR as best he could.

He explained to the operator clearly the situation and the ambulance came in no time.

Later that night Danny was processing the events in his head and instead of feeling scared or nervous he felt excited.

He was thrilled to have something to get his blood pumping again. Which is why he applied for med school. He studied hard, using all the time he had to memorize all the medical information that he could.

After graduation he interned at Amity Parks local hospital before moving up his position to resident.

Only a week after getting his new position he was forced to leave the hospital. It was closing because of a lack of funding.

"Please sir! What about the staff or the patients?"

The head of the medical board shook his head.

"Dr. Fenton, this hospital runs on little to nothing to begin with, we are lucky to have even made it this far. The patients will be transfered and the staff, relocated"

Danny furrowed his brows in concern.

"Don't worry Dr. Fenton, your quite literally the best we've seen walk these halls, your sure to get a good recommendation"

Danny clenched his fist.

"What are my options?" He asked.

The board looked at his sheet, flipping several until he found the right one on his clipboard.

"You said you wanted to work at a busy hospital right?"

Danny nodded yes.

"There aren't too many around here, the busiest hospital I can think of belongs to a crime ridden city a bit far from here." He said.

"Gotham City"

Danny's breath hitched. He had heard about Gotham before. It was notorious for its villains.

Despite that, it was alluring.

"There! Send me to Gothams hospital!" He said suddenly and eagerly.

"Okay, if you say so. Do us all a favor and survive alright"

Danny laughed, "sure, I'll do my best. No promises though"

Just like that Danny packed up moved to Gotham.

He had little time to research Gotham before hand but he had heard several mutters in passing of a place called Crime Alley, a strange nickname for sure.

Danny was sure that this place would either be completely clean due to police intervention or incredibly overrun.

Danny signed a lease at the Shirley Apartments.

"Are you sure about this young man" the desk lady asked him.

He smiled kindly.

"Yes I am, I've heard the rumors and have weighed the risk. In the end it might be helpful to know just how my patients love to receive the injuries they do"

The lady sighed.

"That's right, you said your a doctor. Be careful out there, any talent in Gotham is either warped by a villain or destroyed"

Danny was a little startled by the warning, apparently there was even more to Gotham than he knew.

"I'm sorry I forgot to ask for your name"

"Didn't give one, in Gotham it's best to remain anonymous"

Danny blinked a little surprised.

"It's that dangerous, well I'll take your word for it then, thank you miss" he said as he took the key from her.

He had been able to store the old car his dad had given to him in a locked garage. He wasn't sure how well it would hold up but there was only so much he could do against humans.

Ghost powers had little, of any, effect on humans when it came to offense. Defensively they were pretty great to have.

He had only brought five boxes with him, no furniture. Back in Amity he had been busy studying and had brushed aside buying furniture.

Unfortunately that meant he had no bed.

Danny was glad to have found a beaten up wardrobe. It was missing it's doors and was leaning to the side, even so Danny was able to fix it and hang his clothes up in it.

He grabbed one of the boxes and smiled warmly when he saw a Fenton Emergency pack inside.

His mom must've stuffed it there when he was looking, lucky for him it had a sleeping bag.

An air mattress would've been nice too, but it's the thought that counts.

Danny safely stored his two favorite pictures. One of him with his family and one with his friends.

They were hidden just in case someone decided to break in, not that there would be much to find anyway but it never hurt to be careful.

Danny went to sleep soon after despite the sounds of the city.

Danny woke up feeling refreshed. He grabbed his bags and hopped in his car.

Danny hadn't realized how busy Gothams hospital actually was. Danny pulled into Gotham General and as soon as he was in his scrubs and coat he was dragged into the frey.

"We need a doctor over here!" Someone called just as Danny had finished with a patient.

Despite having to run around all day Danny wasn't tired, his ghost half supplied him energy after his human side ran dry.

All in all Danny first day on the job was hectic and he had worked for fourteen hours.

Once he was back in his apartment Danny set up a table that he had pre ordered online.

Then he got to work. According to his knowledge, most of his patients had suffered from some kind of attack or other.

Most of the heavy hitters were villains named Joker, Penguin and two face.

The riddler was taken care of, Poison Ivy had been rehabilitated and Harley Quinn had broken free from Jokers choke hold on her.

There was also the less obvious villains, like the business man lex Luther.

Lex Luther was shady at best, while no one could get hard evidence on him most people knew to be wary.

But just being informed didn't stop them from falling into his traps.

Lately Bruce had done official business with Lex Luther, which made him a suspicious person whom Danny had decided to keep tabs on, he was wary of the rich and for good reasons.

The cork board above Danny table has a litter of documents and pictured pined by red string. The players who were out of the game were crossed off.

Then there were the vigilantes. A few of them had been known to be rough, a necessary violence.

Still they seemed to have little awareness of what their little battles did to other people. Because many people came in for minor injuries due to being caught in the crossfire.

Which meant Danny had to find a way to keep everybody in line so patients would decrease in number. Danny let himself sleep for four hours before returning to the hospital.

"Oh my gosh, Doctor Fenton is still here" one nurse whispered. It had been a full day and half, Danny was running on his ghost half that seemed to keep replenishing itself due to the toxic air of Gotham. A positive side effect.

"How does he never get tired?"

"Maybe he's superhuman" one girl cracked. They noticed as he rushed by them to get to another patient.

"He's quite handsome too" one said wistfully, "but who wants a husband that works all the time"

Danny noticed the next patient seemed tense and he kept screaming for his daughter.

Danny whispered in the man's ear and put a hand on his forehead. He had used a ghost technique he learned from Nocturne and the man calmed down.

The other doctors were impressed as they worked to care for the man's injuries.

Finally the head of the unit noticed Danny and after reviewing his chart had forced him to go home.

"I don't feel fatigued at all sir, I promise I am not compromised. I can care for the patients"

The head wasn't having any of it.

"Above all your health is just as important as the patients we care for. For them to get healthy, you have to be healthy. Go home Dr.Fenton, you can come back after you get at least ten hours of sleep."

Danny wanted to argue but he knew the head was right.

"Yes sir" he said before changing into civilian clothes and leaving the hospital.

Now that he was out of a hospital setting things like hunger started to appear.

Maybe he had been to focused to notice how hungry he had been.

Danny blearily noticed a fast food place. His instincts told him the food would be greasy and way too unhealthy.

Mmm, comfort food.

The nostalgia fought with his doctoral instincts and won. All Danny wanted was to sit in a booth and eat some greasy food.

Danny ordered the double cheeseburger with bacon with a side of ten pieces chicken nuggets and large order of fries.

Waiting, even for five minutes, was starting to make Danny ravenous. As soon as he got his food he sat down and started gorging himself.

It was pretty good food for a little fast food place in the world's worst city.

Danny liked the tenderness and crispiness of the burger, the cheese was melted just right too.

Danny dipped his nuggets in sweet n' sour sauce while fighting the urge to kick his legs like a happy little kid.

As Danny left the restraint he saw an alert on his phone for a villain attack and rushed to the scene.

To his satisfaction the culprits were already being hauled away in police custody. They were just small fries, not of them appeared connected to a big player, so Danny was free to shut them out of his mind.

Which is exactly what he did. Danny drove back to his apartment and let out a sigh of relief.

That's when he noticed his door was slightly ajar.

His guard was up immediately. Danny stepped inside cautiously. He was relieved when everything appeared untouched but the scare had sent him a trip to get stronger locks.

On his way back to his car from the store he heard sound of a glass bottle breaking in a nearby alley. It was small alley, from what Danny could tell it was also a dead end alley.

Taking a risk Danny stepped in and chills went down his spine when he heard labored breathing.

Danny rushed over and froze at what he saw.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #dc universe #batman #dpxdc #redhood #JL #DoctorDanny #batfam

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 9 months

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DP x DC prompt. ~“Unstable connection”~ Dead on main.

Part 13. Hungry Ghost Festival 2

or Unplanned Criminal Lord’s Vacation with uncle John.

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3. Part 4. Part 5. Part 6. Part 7.

Part 8. Part 9. New: Part 9.1. Part 9.2. Part 9.3.

Part 10. Part 11. Part 12. Meme break №1. Part 13.

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Jason looked at the phone screen and didn’t believe Danny has really decided to entrust his safety in the haunted lair to one drunk and unrequited Phantom.

He had enough. Jason jumped up and grabbed his helmet off the table.

‘Where do you think you’re going? Patrol’s coming soon.’ Tim took his eyes off the documents.

‘None of your business.’ Red Hood quickly found keys to a jet and ran for an exit. ‘Cass, while I’m gone, you’re in charge of the alley.’

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Demons, spirits, and ghosts swung around as if in a dance. And Danny, whom Jason easily spotted entering The Gambler’s Den, did not seem foreign at this festival of death. The red light gently illuminated his pale skin, which almost fused with color of his white kimono. The flowing fabric made his silhouette as blurry and elusive as most visitors.

One second without looking at the boy, and he was in the opposite corner, where the crowd were much smaller. VIP zone? Otherworldly creatures, deserving special treatment, were rarely friendly to humans. And Jason was tense about it for a moment. But after noticing waving with enthusiasm teenager, a man in white clothes rushed to respond to the gesture and a ghost with an eye patch sitting in the chair nodded to him, ringing with silver earrings.

Jason let his guard down a bit.

Another man in the black robe was not distracted by Danny. He threw the bones and glanced at them in disappointment. Then ghoul banged the table with fist. He rose, grabbed from a nearby bowl a mantou and bit. The next second his face was distorted by awareness and disgust.

He abruptly removed the triangle-shaped headband from Danny’s head and spat out a bite into it. Then ghoul fell to a floor. Well, nice carpets have softened it.

Jason shook his head, trying not to laugh at the strange situation.

At the same time, Danny boldly stepped over the fallen player and sat in a chair in front of the ghost in black and red clothes. The man began to demonstrate a technique of throwing bones, with continuous ringing after moving of his hands. Danny seemed passionate about this.

Constantine, who did not come with the Red Hood voluntarily, decides for the first time in the evening to speak out.

‘That’s weird.’ Constantine said with an intonation that spoke of his distrust of the situation.

‘What is it now?’ Jason took his eyes off the object of interest.

Fenton must be watched for his safety. Why did the warlock distract him? Jason completely distrusted Danny’s promise not to use his body parts as a bet.

‘His clothes.’ Constantine looked at the boy with discomfort. ‘Boy, are you sure your lover is alive?’

‘Don’t be rude. He looks great,’ said Jason ‘Maybe Danny wanted to dress up in a traditional costume. And it's not polite to ask people if they are alive. He’s always pale in all the photos. ’

Jason didn’t think costume selection was such a big deal.

‘No.’ Warlock shook his head ‘Kimono is Japanese national costume, not Chinese at all. And it’s on the left side which means your boyf..’

Unfamiliar to Jason spirit came up and patted Danny on the shoulder. The spirit and the boy bowed to each other.

‘I see.’ The puzzled expression on the warlock’s face is gone. ‘Your lover has interesting friends, Hood.’

‘Who is this guy? Explanation. Now.’ Jason barked irritably. Why did he always have to pull every word out of John?

‘Nurarihyon. Don’t be so nervous, he’s not dangerous to people. I just realized your boy here after a walk with Hyakki Yakko. Which explains the clothes.’ Сonstantine exhaled cigarette smoke and continued. ‘Your love doesn’t waste any time. In one evening, he met three ghost kings.’

‘Hyakki Yakko?’ Jason asked a lot calmer.

‘The night parade of one hundred demons when all of the yōkai, oni, ghosts parade through the streets.’ John shrugged his shoulders and shook the ashes off the cigarette into the nearest ashtray. It was also red and black. Warlock winced. ‘But your boyfriend feels like a fish in the water. Whoever his protector is, he is respected enough here. Let the guy have a drink and have some fun, he’ll be fine.’

‘God. Danny’s like a sheep in wolf’s clothing’ Jason sighed anxiously. ‘His parents are ghost hunters but he’s here as a plus one for Phantom, a ghost from Amity Park.’

‘More like a wolf in sheep’s clothing.’ Constantine muttered to himself. But when he saw a silver butterfly nearby, he decided that revealing other people’s secrets was not his problem. ‘I know who the Phantom is. Everyone has heard about Pariah Dark.’

Jason has not heard about him, but decided to keep quiet so as not to make a fool of himself. He will ask Danny about it.

Constantine took a brandy from the bartender. Then he took a big sip and looked at Jason. ‘You know, I always thought Little Red Riding Hood was incredibly stupid to let a wolf eat herself.’

‘What’s this about, Constantine?’ Hood rolled his eyes under the helmet.

And immediately he was glad that John did not see it. In the end, he helped him a lot not to scare Danny. Without the old man’s comments, he could have easily carried the boy away from the local ghosts on his shoulder like a caveman.

Jay didn’t want to spoil a first impression of a face-to-face meeting because of a kidnapping. Although, looking at how comfortable Fenton was among the nonhuman creatures, Jason doubted that Danny would have been screaming and panicking. But he wouldn’t be happy about being distracted from the fun. Hood shook his head in disappointment.

‘Nothing important.’ John brushed the silver butterfly off his shoulder. ‘You know, I’m in debt to the owner, so..If you don’t need my favors anymore, I’m leaving.’

‘Wait. Help me find Phantom.’ Сrime lord stopped him. ‘I need to make sure he doesn’t leave Danny here alone.’

John turned and looked at him as if he were terminally ill. ‘Phantom is in this room now. Only an idiot would have missed him.’ John spoke slowly and clearly, raising one eyebrow. ‘A conference of four kings. No joke. Stop poking around and messing up international relations, kid.’

Jason looked around the room again. ‘I don’t see him.’

‘Because you’re an idiot, kid’ John patted Jay on the shoulder and left. ‘Good luck explaining to Batman why you stole his jet.’

‘Heck.’

#dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #dpxdc #dcxdp #dead on main ship #dead on main #danny phantom x jason todd #danny phantom #danny fenton #non dpxdc characters play an occasional role #heaven official's blessing here #cause gambler’s den is cool

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dcxdpdabbles · 4 months

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#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #dead tired #Meet-cuts #Poll Votes #Feeling fluffy

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im-totally-not-an-alien-2 · 2 years

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Jason was having a normal night in Crime Alley when it happened.

A lone glowing meta came floating through, almost stumbling in the air if that was possible. It only took a few seconds of swaying and giggling for Hood to put the pieces together. "Kid. Are you drunk?"

The kid turned his Lazarus green eyes towards him and the Pit Water inside him stirred. Ok, maybe not a meta. "Nooo.." the kid slurred, making Red Hood cross his arms in a show of disbelief

"I'm telling the truth! My mom shot me and then everything became blurry and-" the kid let out a series of giggles before suddenly launching himself at Red Hood and strait up hugging the vigilante, muttering something about Hood being so cool and his favorite hero.

Meanwhile Jason thinks Phantom had just recently been murdered and is freaking out.

Bonus points if the Fenton parents shoot at Red and Danny alike a few minutes later

#prompts #fanfiction prompts #dp x dc #danny phantom #red hood #batman #red hood is desperately trying to soothe the dead kid while the kid in question is climbing him like a cat tree #danny is all giggles #dannys parents are in crime alley with him #the temptation is strong

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jungle-angel · 10 months

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Menaces to Society (Rhett Abbott x Reader)

Summary: You thought your boys were feral as children......wait until they turn twenty one

Warnings: Perry slander, Tillerson slander, taking a leak on somebody’s truck for revenge, drunken shenanigans etc.

Tagging: @sebsxphia @lewmagoo @bradleybeachbabe @nobody7102 @creativitybeware @rhettabbotts

The group of boys had all gathered at the Handsome Gambler, crowding around the bar as their favorite music blasted from the jukebox in the corner. After weeks spent on midterms and constant studying, the boys of the Delta Tau Epsilon Fraternity were more than happy to be blowing of steam, among them, Tatum and Tanner Abbott and Colt Tillerson.

“CHUG IT!!!! CHUG IT!!!! CHUG IT!!!” the boys chanted as they lifted Tanner up by his legs for the kegstand challenge.

Tanner took in as much as he could, the bar owner timing him as his frat brothers cheered him on. Finally, he swallowed the last little bit before Jimmy Peterson, the bar owner, clocked him in and put his time record up on the chalkboard.

“You my man,” Tate Dutton said, clapping a hand on Tanner’s shoulder. “Are the fucking kegstand CHAMP!”

Tanner and the other frat brothers cheered loudly as Bo Andreola, one of the football players, lifted him up onto his broad, husky shoulders. Around 1:30, Jimmy announced it was closing time, only to be cued by the playing of Luke Bryan’s “Time To Take My Drunk Ass Home”, the boys and all the bar patrons singing along like a bunch of screeching seagulls.

Out of the bar they stumbled, Tatum, Tanner, Colt, Tate and Jake Dutton, Joey Wheeler and a few others heading to the parking lot. “Alright fuckers,” Tatum slurred. “Let’s get us home, I’m drivin.”

“Uh the fuck you are!” Danny Gonzales told him. “You’re drunker’n I am. I’ll call my brother.”

Danny luckily had his brother, Antonio, on speed dial. Antonio never really drank and thus had become the designated driver along with three others. Unfortunately for them, Antonio was across town and wouldn’t be able to pick them up for at least a half hour.

They wandered up and down the streets, looking for a place to wait it out, when they spied two familiar vehicles parked on the curb. “Oh shit,” Tatum muttered after letting out a rather rude burp.

“Wassup?” Joey asked him.

“You know who’s trucks those are, right?”

“Aw shit,” Joey answered when he came to the realization. “That’s Trevor and Perry’s trucks.”

“What are those fuckin assholes doin in our neck of the woods?” Jake questioned.

“Probably doin each other in an alley somewhere,” Tate chuckled.

Tatum and Tanner gave each other a look as soon as an evil little germ of a thought began to bloom in the back of their heads. Even Colt could tell what they were thinking without even saying a word. “You know what we gotta do right?” Tatum said.

“Better do it now while we’re loaded,” Tanner told him.

Tatum readily instructed for him, Tanner and Colt to take Trevor’s truck while the others could have at Perry’s. “Alright boys,” Tatum announced. “This one’s for Dad.”

All at once the boys unzipped their flies and relieved themselves right there on the horrible men’s dirt spattered trucks, laughing the whole entire time. Too bad Jaime’s car hadn’t been nearby. Tate, Jake and Joey would have absolutely loved the thought of taking that one on as well. Bo and Danny held up their phones, taking a video of the drunken frat boys for later. It wasn’t long either before they were taking photos of their little graffitied creation, the words “Fuck you Perry” and “Fuck you Trevor” having been inscribed in the dirt with their own streams while the boys pointed at it and made stupid faces or stupid poses with it.

The sudden blurt of police sirens and the flash of lights made them all straighten right up. Sheriff Joy hopped out onto the curb and shut the doors to the cruiser, sighing and laughing all at once when she saw the culprits.

“Oh God, not you idiots again,” she sighed, pinching the bridge of her nose.

“HEY AUNT JOY!!!!!!” Tatum and Tanner greeted loudly and happily.

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“Rhett can you get the door?!” you called from upstairs.

Rhett groaned and rose from the couch, straightening his reader glasses on his nose before making his way to the door. When he opened it, he was a little less than pleased to find Joy on the porch.

“Hey Rhett,” she greeted. “I just picked up your little miscreants outside the bar and came to drop them off.”

“Oh God, what’d they do now?” Rhett groaned.

“Check their phones, I guarantee you there’s photos,” Joy laughed before heading back to the cruiser.

“Oh damnit,” Rhett muttered. “Darlin, ya’ll better come down here, it happened again!”

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The boys were absolutely silent as Rhett scrolled through Tatum’s phone and his camera roll, his face contorting into confused and wide-eyed expressions every so often.

“So let me get this straight,” Rhett said, breaking the long, pregnant pause that had come over the kitchen. “You idiots were loaded beyond all human reasoning, were waiting for a ride home and decided to take a leak on a vehicle?”

Tatum burped again. “Yep.”

Rhett bit his lip, trying hard not to laugh, looking at you as if you’d break first. “Alright, you jackasses go upstairs and make yourselves cozy, I’ll discuss this with your mother.”

The boys all stumbled up the stairs, trying their best not to wake Amy and Jeff’s baby who had just fallen asleep in yours and Rhett’s room. “Are they in trouble?” you asked him.

“I’ll be nice and let’em off the hook this time,” Rhett chuckled. “Tomorrow when they’re all hungover is a completely different story.”

#rhett abbott #rhett abbott x reader #amy abbott #tate dutton #perry abbott #billy tillerson #outer range #yellowstone

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iguessthisisanewobsession · 1 year

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It Takes a Mob pt.6

First

“I still don’t get why Bill gets the kid. He didn’t even want him if the first place!”

Bill sighed he absentmindedly put a hand across the giggling mound on his front.

“Yeah yeah, you forget you’re a crackhead without an’ addiction. Can’t hide shit on you.”

Locking the door behind them, Bill checked that Danny could still breathe under the jacket Marv shoved over them.

Bill, quite frankly, felt like a child messing around in his father’s closet again.

The jacket was big on Marv, so Bill looked was drowning in the thing.

“You act like you aren’t happy that I’m the one doing the heavy lifting.”

Marv let out a guffaw from behind him,

“Heavy lifting? Bill, he’s a baby, weighs less than a handful of grapes.”

“Yeah, well how about we switch, and you say that after afterwards? I have a newfound respect for women.”

Danny poked his head out and seemed very entertained by the commute.

Happily babbling away an swiveling to and fro'.

‘Good instincts,’

Bill mused,

‘Keep them up kid. Watchful eyes, saves your guys and all that.’

The three thugs were walking together in a rough diagonal line with Bill in the center. It was casual enough not to draw attention but if needed they could have the kid covered. Maybe they were being a bit paranoid, but that pays in crime ally. The rest of the walk for what it was worth, was thankfully quiet.

Well, as quiet as Gotham could be. A couple of meagering drunks and some of the nosy ladies of the night withstanding.

A couple light jokes with the ladies and a look from the others got to the guys and they got were they needed to be without any fanfare.

No, problems only arose when they got to work.

It started at the door.

Danny was gently tucked away as they walked to the door.

“Hey fellas, I know we have no official dress code ‘round here but you’re pushing it with that dress.”

“Stan, if I wanted your opinion on my clothes I’d’ve asked ahead of time. Just check us in.”

Stan leaned against the door before dramatically lifting his clipboard.

“Alright, your names?”

“What?”

“What? Need a name to sign you in. Would hate to have all those hours to go unaccounted for.”

Oh, Bill hates Stan, pompous because got a job through daddy dearest. He would blame his upbringing, but Bill knew the Brat’s father. Gabe did his best with that one, just unfortunate that his kid took after his Ex-wife more often than not.

Any normal given night, this would be the moment that someone would have to descale the situation. Bill felt the urge to grab his knife in the back of his mind.

But this was no ordinary night. He was carrying something a lot squishier and more precious than his bruised ego at the moment.

“Bill.”

Was spat through gritted teeth. Stan clicked his tongue and shook his head.

“Don’t see a Bill here.”

“Man, just let Bill in, you know him! He’s been working here for two years!”

“Well, I’m just doing my job Marv, you don’t have to be so feisty.”

Bill released out a deep breath be for uttering,

“William. Overbeck. Junior.”

“Ahh! Yup! There you are Junior! Making’ your old man proud, right?”

“Listen here you tweaky little fuck- “

“Stanley? you better not be messing with Bill out there! If you need to learn a thing or two from a senior than I can gladly-“

“No madam! Right this way.”

Bill always had a soft spot for Ken’s Me-mah. He made sure to step aside as Ken ran too her voice.

“Me-maw!!”

“Hi sugar, you’ve been keeping’ out of trouble now?”

Ken was grinning like a mad man as held the elderly lady.

“Only the stuff I’m not given permission to do!”

“That’s my boy.”

“What are you doing in our neck of the woods this evening?”

Marv asked as she walked over to the others.

“Oh, you know how it is in the kitchen, all the hard things to carry I just thought I was best I didn’t bother trying. We got enough flour and rice to feed all of crime alley that needs to be unloaded. Bill, Marv, do you mind helping a weak old woman?”

“Hardly weak, Me-mah. Everybody knows you have just as much sway as a general around here.”

“And don’t you forget it sonny! Now you two, come! We got work to do for tomorrow and the night is young.”

Bill shifted awkwardly on his feet,

“Well, you see- “

“Don’t you start with me William! I still know your daddy’s number! Now get!”

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Bill and Marv stepped into the old kitchen single file. The smell of spices and heat of the oven filled the air.

Bringing out a large cutting board Me-mah gestured to Bill with a knife.

“So, before we begin, do you boys want to tell me what you dragged into my kitchen?”

‘Shit,’

The men shared a glance, and Bill raised a hand to try to come up with something plausible.

“Don’t you think about lying or running, we all know I’ll eventually find out. The only question is am I finding out by you or by word of mouth. Now off with the coat Bill, unless you’re finally eating right.”

Bill put down his finger.

Danny let out a sneeze.

Letting out a sigh Bill reached for the zipper on his front and gingerly pulled it down before handing it to Marv.

“Oh.”

Me-mah gasped,

“That’s not a puppy.”

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#writing prompt #dp x dc #it takes a mob #danny fenton #danny phantom #dc x dp

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alwayscobrakai · 4 months

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Tell me about your aus

okay i sat here for like 10 minutes trying to think of which au to talk abt and couldnt decide so im just going to write little summaries of all my favs and i can elaborate if requested

all of these were made with my wife <3

dream au: its 2009. johnny and daniel start having weird dreams about each other. the dreams seem to have continuity?? and are all extremely vivid and clear. johnny is the first to break and actually find daniel in real life to ask "hey am i insane or are these things real???". daniel has a minor breakdown but eventually admits they are and a relationship builds from there. theres also the same thing happening to 2019 era daniel and johnny and they are a Lot less normal abt it

tkk3 rewrite: i mentioned this one recently. the set up is all the same up until the point of the silver reveal. after rescuing daniel, miyagi still refuses to train him for his own reasons. before she leaves, jessica mentions she met a 'karate guy' at a nearby grocery store and maybe daniel could go train with him? daniel is at his wits end and goes to check it out only to find its none other than johnny lawrence <3. johnny finds the situation hilarious at first and agrees but once he finds out how fucked the situation is hes like. okay im like. actually going to help you what the fuck is happening

classic 'the one where theyre dating in tkk1' au: self explanatory. after the beach fight johnny approaches daniel and is like hey sorry abt that. ali makes me crazy lol. wanna get ice cream? and daniels like wtf is wrong with you. but yes ok. johnny struggles with having to outwardly pick on daniel around his friends but being a complete sap with him whenever theyre alone. their friends slowly clue on and each have mixed opinions on it.

danny and marty au: mid 90s. daniel is at a bar for a batchelorette party and starts getting hit on by a dude named marty. he is at first not interested but comes around after marty offers a karate spar in the alley outside. they end up going home together. the next morning while marty is making coffee, daniel is snooping and comes across a cobra kai gi and freaks out. 'marty' is actually dutch <3 who assumed daniel was a different guy after he failed to recognise him and thought 'well its not every day you get to screw a lookalike of the dude you were obsessed with in high school'. after daniel calms down they awkwardly exchange numbers with a vague promise to catch up later. dutch immediately drunk calls him that night to call him sexy and the au goes from there

i jokingly named this one harem au and it stuck: after a sleepover and messed up game of 'would you rather' the cobra boys all realise their obsession with daniel might not be exactly 'platonic' and all start trying to seduce him in their own ways. daniel very quickly picks up on this and thinks hey fuck it why not? ali thinks daniel is insane. johnny is trans in this one just for fun <3

#type first #my aus #sorry for how long this is i was struggling to summarise them #dream au is especially massive and has all sorts of wild shit happening #there is also my familiars au but that one doesnt rlly have as much changed plot #they just all have little animal guys #thank you for asking i love all these aus so dearly

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forlornmelody · 3 months

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Outlaws Chapter 3 – Teenagers

Rating: E (language, graphic violence. Smut in other chapters.)

Fandom: Titans (2018)

Ship: Jayrose, Jayroy, Rose/Artemis, Poisonquinn, Bella Garten/Pamela Isley

AO3 Links: First Chapter. // This Chapter.

Summary: Poison Ivy has agreed to help with the search for her copycat killer. Or is it a copycat?

Notes: Chapter title comes from the My Chemical Romance song of the same name.

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“Where’s my cash?” She wraps her arms around her bare middle. Walking the streets and the alleys in these clothes is a lot easier in a Gotham summer. By now the trees have all but turned, and there’s frost whispering in the air.

“It’s comin’, sweets. Things are just a little tight right now.” He’s plenty warm in his leather coat and silk scarf. And his beemer probably has seat warmers. If she plays it right, she might get to hitch a ride home. Well, part of the way home. She’d be a fucking idiot if she told this john where she lived.

“You promised me you’d have it by today.” Strangely, the plant behind them doesn’t seem to acknowledge the change of the seasons. It’s as green as spring, if not greener. It almost seems to glow.

“Shit happens. You know I’m always good for it.”

“I need to pay my rent, Danny.”

“And Danny says you need to shut your fucking mouth before he breaks those pretty little teeth.” He wraps his big hands around her neck, lifting her off the ground.

“Danny! I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry,” she starts to plead.

“Maybe Danny needs to teach you a lesson, bitch.”

The vines of the plant stir from their other prey, stretching out like spider silk.

“Danny, I–” she screams as Danny’s feet are snatched from beneath him. They envelop him like a net and then they squeeze until Danny’s screams stop.

—

“You cannot be serious.” Barbara fixes him a stare before rummaging through her desk drawer. Where’s that scotch when she needs it?

“She makes a point.” Jason shrugs.

“She’s terrorized Gotham multiple times.”

“And she’s more likely to know who the copycat is.”

“If it’s a copycat.”

Jason leans against the desk. Barbara is half-convinced he’s drunk already at 10 am. Tim told Dick as much after his crash course. Can she blame him, though? It’s a miracle the kid’s alive after all this. “You got any other leads, Babs?”

Scratch scotch. She needs something stronger. “I’m telling you Jason, something’s off. Ivy can’t be trusted.”

“I know.” Jason smiles softly. “I know her better than anyone on your team. She’s my baddie, remember?”

Barbara snorts. “You’re an ex-con yourself.”

“Exactly. I know how these guys–er–gals, think. I’ve got it handled, Babs.”

She sucks on her teeth, already feeling a familiar tension in her shoulders spreading to her neck and the back of her head. “Giving Dick free reign with Crane is exactly what got you into that mess.”

Jason flinches, just for a split second before he recovers. But the damage is done.

“Jason–”

“I’m not Dick.” And there he is. The terrified teenager that Bruce picked up off the street, still trying to look braver than he feels.

Barbara should say no. But it’s impossible to say no to family, isn’t it? “Fine.” Doesn’t make her hate herself any less, though.

The tension eases from Jason’s shoulders, and he sways ever so slightly before he catches himself. “Thanks, Barbara.”

“Don’t.” She wheels herself away from her desk. “This conversation never happened.”

“Never does.”

—

When Babs and Jason get to the van, the rest of the team is already there. Jason moves to get in the backseat, but the driver stops him. “Sorry. The inmate’s gonna go in the back. Arkham rules.”

Jason eyes the rest of the van while Babs maneuvers into the shotgun seat. He folds and hands over her wheelchair without a second thought. And then he sinks inside. There’s only one seat available if Pamela and her two guards are taking the backseat. And it’s next to Deathstroke’s kids. Donna meets Jason’s eyes and winks at him. Winks. Muttering under his breath, Jason settles in next to Rose, who doesn’t even seem to register that he’s there. In fact, she can’t even keep herself awake, despite the energy drink in her hand. The moment Jason buckles his seatbelt, she nods off, resting her head on her brother’s shoulder. Even though there’s at least two inches between them, Jason swears he can feel that familiar buzz of energy between them. Like sticking his finger in a socket. Fuck, this is going to be a long ride.

“Is this really necessary?” Ivy shifts between a male and a female prison guard, flashing them her trademark smile.

“Standard procedure, Isely.”

“But Gary, you know I’m harmless with this little accessory.” Arms bound; Ivy cranes her neck to draw attention to her inhibitor collar.

“Rules are rules.”

“Stop flirting, Gary.”

“Just having some fun, Cheryl.”

The guards drag Ivy to the backseat, and when her seat belt clicks into place, Ivy leans forward. “You mind?” Inexplicably, she has a tube of lipstick between her teeth. Roy shrugs and applies it to her lips with ease. Almost as if he’s done makeup before. Hm. Ivy eyes herself in the reflection of Artemis’s ax, smacking her lips with a pop. “Thank you.”

“Hey!” Babs snaps. “Give me that.” She holds out her hand until Roy and the rest pass her the stick of lipstick.

Ivy rolls her eyes. “You know the lipstick itself isn’t toxic, right?”

“Just take us to the crime scene, Carl.”

“Yes ma’am.” The driver gives her an idle salute as the van rolls down the road.

“You teamed up with Scarecrow!?” Ivy shrieks. The van swerves. Rose jerks awake, her arm bumping into Jason’s.

“Ivy–” Jason starts to say–

“Scarecrow!?” she says, louder this time. Before anyone can say anything, Ivy continues. “That motherfucking, narcissistic, patronizing asshole. You teamed up with him?”

“Look, I know it was a mistake–”

She manages a sniffle. “I thought I was your favorite.”

Jericho snorts.

—

Jericho’s lost track of how many times he’s hit the bag. He’s barely keeping track of the Queen album blaring in the speakers. Right now, Freddie Mercury’s belting about his love for “Fat Bottom Girls,” and Jericho Wilson is trying to locate the same joy in Freddie’s voice. But all he feels at the moment is rage.

Five. Fucking. Years.

A throat clears behind him, and Jericho misses the bag completely. “Your right hook needs work.”

Jericho stops, staring at Adeline pointedly–the punching bag swaying back and forth across his face. “Do you want to talk, or watch me train? Because I can’t do both.”

“It’s been a while since we had a chat.” Adeline Kane sits down on the weight bench, placing a tray with a tea kettle and two cups on the nearby bench press.

“What do you want?” Jericho grabs a towel, drying his face. T makes it easier to look in the mirror. But it also makes him sweat like mad. Worth it.

“How are you feeling?” She says it sweetly, but her eyes are almost devoid of warmth. Something happened to her in those five years. Almost like she’s angry with him for dying. Like it’s his fault, and not his father’s.

His hands stop. Adeline doesn’t waste breath. Not anymore. “Takes some getting used to, I guess.”

“It’s a miracle you’re alive, you know.” Adeline pours them two cups, handing him one. “It’s not easy bringing a body out of cryostasis.”

Jericho blows on his tea, not sure where she’s going with this. “Considering all this family put me through? Yeah. A fucking miracle.”

“Language.” Ripe coming from the woman who has likely committed war crimes.

“The words you use shouldn’t matter. It’s how you use them.”

Adeline sighs. “Just spit it out, Jericho.”

He quirks his head, holding up the cup.

“You know what I mean.”

“Why did you lie to me about my dad?”

“I was trying to protect you.”

“Bullshit.”

“A son needs to love and respect his father.”

“You just didn't want me in the business!” Most would throw the teacup and shatter it, but even on his angriest days, Jericho prefers to avoid violence. So, he sets the cup, untouched, back on the tray, and storms out.

—

“Have you slept?” The team medic, Doctor Maya Owens, checks the vitals of her least favorite patient. Her brow furrows skeptically as Rose yawns.

“Nothing but, Doc.”

Dr. Owens eyes her through her glasses, pressing on Rose’s wrist for her pulse. “Have you slept well?”

Rose lifts her arm begrudgingly, so the medic can wrap the compression sleeve around it, as she considers the question. “Maybe?”

“Blood pressure’s low. How much caffeine have you had today?”

“Five cups. You think it would work better if I sweetened it with cocaine?”

“I think the cocaine would kill you.”

“You’re no fun.”

“It’s not my job to be fun.” She sighs as she makes some notes in her chart. “Looks like you’re suffering from adrenal fatigue.”

“So, what drugs will you give me?”

Dr. Owens rubs her forehead with her thumb, swiveling her chair to face away from her. “Just lay off the caffeine and try to relax.”

Rose shifts her spinny chair in arcs from side to side. “Not my job to relax.”

“Well, my job is to keep you alive.”

She snorts. “I’m not easy to kill, remember?”

“Death comes for everyone eventually, Rose. Don’t go around tempting him, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.”

—

“Daddy!” A five-year-old girl beams at Roy from his computer screen.

“Hi Lian,” Roy smiles back, his hand shaking just slightly beneath his desk, where she can’t see. Damn, she looks more and more like her mother every day.

How fucking dare you, Roy Harper.

I have to do what’s best for her, Jade.

Taking a girl away from her mother?

I’m taking her away from both of us. Making sure she turns out nothing like us.

“Daddy?” Lian’s eyebrows crease. “You went away again.”

“Sorry, Lian.” Roy swallows, plastering what he hopes is a brave smile on his face. “Daddy’s just tired.”

“I love you, Daddy.”

“I love you, too.” Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t– “Why don’t you show me what you made class today?”

Lian holds up a monstrosity of a construction paper creature, all clashing colors. “Look! He has five teeth!” She holds up five fingers, beaming. “I’m five, too!”

“Yes, Li. Yes, you are.”

Lian’s bedroom door opens, and an apologetic middle-aged woman gently puts a hand on her shoulder. “Sorry, Mr. Harper. But Lian’s got school in the morning.”

Roy glances at the clock. “Oh, sh–crap. Right. Sorry.”

Lian’s foster mom looks up at him. “Same time next week?”

Sooner? Roy wants to say, but he knows they’re busy. Knows he’s busy. “Yeah, that works great. Goodnight Lian. Be a good girl for me, okay? I love you.”

“I love you too, Daddy.”

—

Ah, finally. Donna’s tea has cooled enough to drink. She shouldn’t have caffeine this late at night, but the chai was calling to her. And these leads on Poison Ivy, or not Poison Ivy, as the villainess herself keeps insisting, aren’t going to follow themselves, are they? Just a little pick me up at the ARGUS computer, and Donna will be all set to go. Just as she’s going to take her first coveted sip, Donna hears a knock at the door jamb behind her. The tea comes this close to spilling onto her lap, and it’s only her reflexes and training that land the mug right side up on the desk.

“Yeah?” Donna calls out after she stops reeling.

“Can I talk to you about Rose?” Artemis chews her lip. How very un-Artemis-like.

“Shit. Did she set the kitchen on fire? Hack the computer again? Booby trap Jericho’s roo-” Artemis stops her with a hand on her shoulder, and Donna, out of habit, violently shrugs it off. She might have accepted the other Amazon as a teammate, but they sure as hell aren’t buddies. Not now, not ever.

“She hasn’t done anything wrong.” Artemis clears her throat. “That I’m aware of.” It might be the hum of the computer, but she swears she hears a crack in her voice. “This is more personal in nature.”

Donna finally turns in her chair, staring at Artemis. “You’re asking me for relationship advice?”

“Why not? You’ve had lovers before, have you not?” Artemis leans against the door frame, her head nearly bumping against the top.

“I mean, yeah, but–” Did a largely un-acted upon whirlwind romance with Garth count?

“Then you can help me.” Artemis leans on the desk, folding her arms. Donna imagines it’s supposed to look confident, if not intimidating but even with the other Amazon’s muscles, she can still see the slouch in her shoulders and the crease in her eyebrows. Now this was not a look she ever expected from Artemis of Bana Migdahl.

“Eh–”

“How do I get Rose to–how do you say it– ”get serious” with me?”

Donna spits out her tea. “Rose? Wilson?” She sets her mug down, clearing her throat. “You’re kidding.”

Artemis, always completely centered in her gravity, shifts on her feet. “Is that one of your sayings or?”

“You know what she did to Jason, right?”

“She “fleeced” him for information, did she not?”

Donna snorts. “Mythology puns, really?”

Ah, there’s that trademark Artemis smirk. “We both know it’s not a myth.”

Donna rubs her temples. “Right. Okay. What I’m getting at is I don’t think Rose is…. all that romantic.”

“Oh.” Artemis deflates, damn her.

“Wait, hold on. Does Artemis of Bana Mighdal want romance?”

Artemis levels her a familiar glare “Is that so surprising?”

“It’s just…. you never seemed to stick with one partner very…long.”

“Never mind.” Artemis turns to leave. Donna grabs her hand, stopping her short. She looks up at her, all that fury and resentment of all their years pitted against each other still burning in her eyes. “What?”

“Have you thought about talking to her?”

Artemis doesn’t answer–-she just slips into the hall, letting the door close behind her.

—

The van pulls up to a drainpipe, teeming with greenery. Long, white, and spidery vines crawl over every plant in sight, trapping them like a net. One net contains a distinctly human shape.

“Oh god.” Donna covers her nose, turning a bit green about the edges.

Barbara must have completely lost her sense of smell by now. “Fresh crime scene. Have at it.” She waves in the body’s general direction as Jason puts her wheelchair on the ground.

They fan out, and Ivy clears her throat. Jason meets Barbara’s eyes, and her lips press into a thin line. “I better not regret this.”

“Best behavior, Ivy,” Jason murmurs, as he presses the deactivator on her power-dampening collar.

“Always.” Ivy winks, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath.

She steps forward, turning back to look at them. “Hurry up, would you? I don’t have all n–” Ivy chokes on her next word, and then she doubles over.

“Is she–?”

And then Ivy screams. She doubles over, falling to her knees. Gasping for air, she chokes out, “I should have had more time.” Her skin pales and glimmers with sweat as she shakes.

“Ivy?” Jason frowns steps toward her. “You okay?”

Ivy sways as she stands up directly in front of him. The plants around her writhe as she spits out. “Your seas are rising, and your forests are on fire. What is the fucking point of this? As far as I’m concerned, you’re running out of ground to stand on, Robin.” Rose pulls out her swords, Artemis her ax. Roy reaches for his quiver. Even Donna readies her lasso.

Jason swallows. “I’m not Robin anymore.”

“Then why are you still acting like a fucking bat?” She glares at Barbara as she gasps for air. “Why are you still running around with pigs like her?”

Jericho steps forward, his eyes losing their color. Roy stops him with a hand.

“Ivy. I know you’re in a lot of pain. And you’re angry. As you should be.” Jason holds up both hands, his guns still in their holsters. “But right now, I need you to breathe.” He counts to four with one hand, breathing in slowly, holding it for another four, and letting it out at the same count, and holding it for another.

Ivy’s eyes lose their glow, and the plants around her settle. “Who taught you box breathing?”

Rose looks at Jason, but he avoids her eyes. “Did you see anything we could use to find who murdered those people?”

Ivy turns back to the glowing cuscata, feeding on the basil. She shakes her head, stepping toward it. “One moment,” she says shakily. Stretching out her hand, Ivy says softly, “Hello, little one.

“She talks to them?” Donna whispers to Roy.

He shrugs. “Don’t ask me. I’m not her bestie like Jason is.”

“Ow.”

“Something wrong?”

Ivy sucks the wound on her thumb, furrowing her brow. “I’m not sure.”

“Aren’t plants supposed to be your thing?” Rose folds her arms.

“It’s like she doesn’t recognize me,” Ivy mutters, and then jerks her head in their direction. “HEY. They’re not just my thing! I am an agent of the Green–”

The amarbel shivers.

“That isn’t funny. I’m not being funny.” Ivy turns back to the parasitic plant. “What do you mean I’ve been here before?”

Jason’s eyes widen.

“No, I haven’t.”

Jericho looks at him. Had Ivy told them the truth or not? Was the former Robin’s faith in her misplaced?

“FINE. Show me who you saw here this morning.”

The amarbel unfurls from its meal, twisting and turning until it takes the shape of a woman, roughly Ivy’s height. She fumes, her fists white knuckled at her sides. “I already told you. It wasn’t me!”

“You gotta admit, Ivy. The resemblance is uncanny.” Roy murmurs softly.

Jason steps forward, stopping at her side. “What’s that on her head?”

That stops Ivy short, as if she’s truly taking in the form of it for the first time. “It’s a crown.”

#titans #rhato #jason todd #poison ivy #pamela isley #dc comics #jayrose #rose wilson #jericho wilson #artemis of bana mighdall #roy harper #donna troy #adeline kane #hoo boy this chapter took forever #sorry about that #melody writes

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theaudacitytowrite · 1 year

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Liquid Courage

Josh x Female Reader

A/N: I tried to distract myself and this happened... sorry for any mistakes. I didn't proofread it. I hope it's still enjoyable for you.

Summary: Josh had one too many shots and as you try to help him sober up outside, new sides of him appear.

word count: 1.879

The voices around you were roaring as they tried to be heard over the blaring music. You sipped on your drink absently, not even bothering to try to decipher what your friends were going on about. Danny and Sam were deep in a discussion with some other dudes that had joined your group during the evening. Meanwhile, Jake was already dissociating most of the evening as he leaned against the wall, playing with his necklace, and occasionally sipping on his beer. Josh was God knows where, probably mingling with different groups of strangers, downing one shot after another. You yourself just had come back from the dance floor, needing a break from the hustle of the crowd around you.

You were just about to ask Jake if he had seen Josh the last couple of hours or if you should send a search party soon when you felt a presence appear behind you getting closer until a chest pressed against your back.

“Hello, pretty lady.” Josh suddenly rasped into your ear, making goosebumps raise on your neck.

“Hey handsome.” you smiled over your shoulder, met by the image of a clearly intoxicated Josh.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” Josh slurred, snaking his arms around your waist. As his arms brushed over your sides you felt the familiar tingle in your stomach whenever Josh was close to you. You hadn’t even processed what was happening when he suddenly nuzzled his nose against your neck, his hot breath hitting your skin.

“How about we take you outside for a bit,” you shouted over the music, stepping away from his touch.

“Why?” he asked concerned, “Aren’t you feeling well?”

“No, I’m good.” you consoled him, “But I think you could use some fresh air. You’re clearly intoxicated.”

“You have me intoxicated.” he retorted sly, pulling you in by your waist. Your heart raced as he smiled down at you, heat rising to your head.

“Stop it.” you hit his chest playfully.

“Ok, but only because you look so adorable when you protest.” he winked with a mischievous grin, “Then let’s take it to the alley!” he suddenly proclaimed, pointing his fingers towards the exit. With a radiating smile on his lips, he offered you his hand which you took with slight hesitation, leading him towards the exit. Josh followed along giddily, squeezing your hand every now and then, enjoying the warm touch of her hand.

Once outside, his hand pulled you back, spinning you around and pulling you close again. His hand ran up and down your back over your clothing. His hand lingered there for a moment, rubbing the soft material, when all of a sudden, he leaned down and kissed your neck. Frozen in place it took you a second to react.

“W-what are you doing?” you managed to stutter, your cheeks crimson red by now, overwhelmed by his closeness. You were used to his flirty nature and his casual touches, but neck kisses were definitely out of the ordinary, taking you by surprise.

“You wanted some privacy, right?” he smiled, his eyes twinkling with mischief, “That’s why we’re here.

“I think you had a few drinks too much…” you tried to sound playful, “I'm used to your hugs and perhaps a peck on the cheek... but the kisses are new to me... or did I miss something?” you laughed nervously.

Josh chuckled, shaking his head yes. “I’m drunk as a skunk!” he giggled, pressing another light kiss against your cheek, before putting his lips back to your ear. “I just have a weakness for you.” he sighed, his hand starting to slip under your shirt, “and you make it hard to resist.”

His touch tingled on your skin, your back welcoming his touch. You had dreamed of this day for so long but still, it didn't feel right. Your hand quickly caught his, making him halt before he could continue with something he might regret later.

“Josh wait.” you hummed, trying to pull yourself together, “You're drunk, you're out of your mind right now. I don't want you to do anything you wouldn’t want to do sober.” you gazed sterny into his eyes. He stopped immediately, looking into your eyes, smiling slightly.

“You know what, mama? You’re right.” he pulled his hand away and stepped back, “I am pretty tanked.” he chuckled, “You just look especially beautiful tonight. I guess I lost control. I’m sorry if I did something that made you feel uncomfortable.”

“I just don't want you to say or do something you’ll regret, you know?” you softly rubbed his arm, “Don't get me wrong... I'm not rejecting you. I- I” you stuttered and stopped yourself. You shook your head and took a deep breath.

“You know what, if you're as shit-faced as you look right now you won't remember it by tomorrow anyway.” you eyed him up and down, “Josh, I like you. More than a friend... and more than for just a fling.” you finally confessed. Josh simply chuckled, grinning madly at you.

“Well in that case!” he took a step forward, kissing you. Your eyes grew wide as his lips gently met yours, a firework of sensations rattling through your body. It took you a moment before your brain finally snapped back into reality, reciprocating his kiss.

“Josh…” you huffed breathlessly when you parted.

“I’ll never regret this. Never could, never will, beautiful.” he hummed huskily, “I’ll be yours for as long as you like. And you shall see, I remember everything. I’ve got quite the capacity for information retention. Especially, where you are concerned.” he smiled, pressing his forehead against yours.

“Do you really feel like this?” you gulped, “Or is it just the alcohol talking?”

“The alcohol is merely loosening me up, darling.” he chuckled softly, “You are the only thing I can think of the only thing that matters to me most days. I’ve liked you that way longer than I can remember. I was just too much of a coward to admit it. But I’ve spent too much time running. What we have is much more than friendship and I know you feel it too. I am head over heels in love with you.”

“But I never thought you liked me that way?” you huffed, only processing his words slowly, completely missing that he had just confessed his love to you.

“Oh, if only you knew!” he snickered, “You cannot imagine how many nights I’ve spent alone, unable to sleep and thinking only of you. Just with the way you smile, the way you look at me... no other woman has ever held my attention in this way. No other being has made me feel this way.” he grabbed your hand and put it to his heart so you could feel his heartbeat, gazing deep into your eyes, “You are the one, mama. I know it. There is no one else for me! I want to be with you. To hold you. To kiss you. To love you, and to be loved by you. Do you want this with me, too?”

All you could muster up was a nod in response, the happiness washing over you, making it hard to breathe. You fell around his neck, hugging him tightly while you buried your nose against his neck, breathing his scent in. Josh hugged you back tightly, kissing the crown of your head. He held you close, your bodies pressed together. After a moment he pulled back slightly, his eyes brimming with tears.

“I hope you know that I mean that this is forever now. We’re a team, and not even death will pull us apart!” he rambled.

“Well, I sure hope so.” you nodded amused, timidly kissing his cheek to emphasise it. As you pulled away slightly, you caught his gaze. His lips were parted slightly, his tooth gap peeking out from under his soft lips. All you wanted to do was kiss him again but for some reason, your courage left you. He smiled as he looked lovingly at you, his thumb caressing your cheek.

“If only we could freeze time right now…” he hummed before kissing you deeply, the passion he felt for you almost too great to contain. You melted against his lips as they moved in sync with yours, his nose bumping against yours occasionally.

“I’d live these few moments on repeat for eternity,” he whispered against your lips; his eyes half-lidded.

“But if we froze time our forever would never start, now, would it?” you mumbled still in your kiss-caused daze.

“You make a good point. A very good point.” he chuckled, cradling your face in his palms, “I suppose that means our forever starts today, doesn’t it, love?” he smiled softly, leaning in to give you a quick kiss. “And I couldn’t imagine it being any better than this.”

You leaned your head against his chest, your arms wrapped around his torso tightly. “Me neither.” you sighed content, “I love you so, so much, Josh. I lack the words to describe it.” Josh’s face was starting to hurt from all the smiling by now. His hands were gently stroking your hair as he held you close.

“I’m yours, Y/N. I’m all yours.” he softly kissed your forehead, just for the sensation of your soft skin, “I can’t wait to be just like this, you and I, forever and ever.”

“Soo…” you hummed against his chest after a while as you swayed softly from side to side, enjoying your embrace, “What exactly were your plans earlier… you know, when you put your hand under my shirt.” You couldn't help the grin that formed on your lips when you felt Josh pause for a brief moment.

“I believe I had been flirting on autopilot, Y/N. You were just so… stunning. I couldn’t help myself.” he chuckled abashed as he looked down at you, “I guess I’m a slave to your beauty, you know what I mean?”

Your cheeks flushed once more, your boldness suddenly returning, “Then why don't you pick up where you left then?” you tried to sound sultry. Josh raised an eyebrow and smirked, slowly leaning down.

“What is it you want, Mama?” his voice was soft, almost a hush, “What do you want me to do?”

“I want to feel your lips on my skin,” you whispered barely over your breath. Josh stared at you for a moment, a deep intensity emerging between you two, before he finally moved his mouth to your neck.

“You want to feel my lips… on your skin…” he chuckled darkly, “Is there a particular area I should start with?”

You swallow hard as his breath hit your neck. “I think you're already in the perfect spot.” you managed to reply, your fingers holding on tightly to his forearms as the anticipation was starting to make your head spin. Josh smirked deviously, his lips coming into light contact with your soft skin, his touch sending you to heaven - a long, slow, tender kiss following shortly after.

“I feel like I’m dreaming right now.” he rasped against the shell of your ear, “And I want you to know, I never want to wake up. This is better than any dream I could ever dream.”

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Boys of Summer- Part IV

Pairing : Jake Kiszka x f!reader, Josh Kiszka x f!reader

Summary: It’s the summer of 1986 and you find yourself starting your first job on your own. You were drawn to the beaches of Ocean City in search of a new start, expecting to fill the days enjoying whatever the coastal town had to offer. You find yourself thrown into a world you couldn’t have anticipated and the memories made were sure to last a lifetime.

Word count: 7.2k

A/N: This is it, guys! I’m finally pulling it together for this. I had endless support and help to create this project. It wouldn’t exist without these girls @allieboop and @josiee-gvf. I give so much credit to @allieboopfor helping me with this. Everything from the title idea, putting together the header, and helping with plot ideas. She’s a true gem ❤️

Again, Im so sorry updates are all over the place with this. Please bear with me. Hope you guys enjoy it! Any feedback is greatly appreciated. I seriously love to hear your thoughts on these things!! I’m so excited to continue working on this!

**Everything written here is intended to be read as complete fiction with the utmost respect for the real people these characters may be based on. I do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way.

Warnings; swearing, tobacco use, fluff, angst

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Thankfully Danny was right about Josh being right where he had left him- sick and borderline passing out in the bowling alley bathroom before being rescued by his closest friend. The tense altercation dampened any further excitement for the evening and it was decided amongst you to call it quits for the night. Danny had asked you about a dozen times if you felt okay to drive home and finally gave in to you insisting that you were fine. After saying your goodbyes, Sam and he had to load a very drunk Josh into the back of their car, leaving you alone again.

You grabbed your things and headed towards the front desk to turn in your pair of rental shoes. However, this time a younger blonde girl was working the counter along with the same employee from earlier. You tried your best to ignore her as she giggled loudly behind the counter, whispering comments that you couldn’t quite make out, but by the way she was staring at you-you figured the commentary was about you.

“Hey! Are you with that guy?” She spoke through the loud smacking of her gum, causing you to stop and turn right before reaching the exit door.

“I, I’m sorry?” You stammered as she examined you with a judgmental look in her eye while she played with her bleached hair, teased as high as physics would allow it.

“Are you with that guy that stormed out of here earlier?” She pointed a finger, nails painted in bright blue polish, towards the doors.

“Jake?”

She snickered at your answer, “Uhh, no. Michael.”

The name wasn’t familiar to you, but then your mind began to catch up, attempting to put the two together. “Who?”

The girl rolled her eyes at your questioning and blank, clueless stare with an attitude best fit for the moody teenager, “Michael Capewell?”

“I, I uh-“

“Nevermind.” the girl scoffed, breaking her view away from you to redirect it to the magazine in her hands. “I guess you aren’t.”

You stood frozen in your spot, not sure what to make of the interaction. Wanting to know more, you decided to take a few steps toward the counter, pausing in front of the teen that was busy reading up on the latest fashion trends.

“Should I know him?” you blurted out, embarrassed at your ignorance.

“Are you serious? His family owns like a ton of property here.” She didn’t even bother to look up from her reading material, “ I’m pretty sure his father has like three or four of the fancy hotels along the beach. I think they own the casino, too. They are like crazy stupid rich. Everyone knows him.” She finally looks up from the magazine to scan your entire body again with a look of disgust across her youthful features, “Well…besides you.”

The blatant rudeness shouldn’t have surprised you, and the other employee only shrugged his shoulders. “Thanks…I guess.”

The young girl only hums in response, clearly bored with this conversation. You take in the new information and try to wrap your head around the man that made your night living hell.

You reeled over what it all could mean as you walked through the groups of people hanging around the outside of the doors and onto the black pavement of the parking lot.

“Hey!”

The familiar male voice made you whip your head around in search of the source. You were undoubtedly on edge given the circumstances of the evening, practically jittering with anxiety. You were relieved, yet slightly frustrated when the owner of the voice turned out to be Jake, who was making his way toward you.

You didn’t stop to wait for him to catch up, continuing your quick pace towards your car in the back of the lot.

“I told you I don’t know that guy,” you hissed before he could say anything else.

His voice was neutral, dropping the anger he displayed to you earlier, “Yeah, I know.”

You continued to walk away from him.

“Hey! Would you hold on for a minute!”

You stopped and groaned, “What do you want, Jake?”

“I just wanted to apologize for freaking out back there.”

This made you turn to face him, making you both stop in your tracks. To you, “apology” didn’t seem like it was in Jake’s vocabulary. You just stared at him, trying to decipher the odd behavior. He only stares right back at you in this weird standoff, waiting for you to break.

“Okay…Why do you care?”

He huffed out laughter, maybe to cover the hurt from your response, “What do you mean?”

“Since when do you care about apologizing to me?”

Your question made him take a step back from you. He looked off into the distance, rubbing his chin with his fingers while deep in thought. You couldn’t quite make out the expression on his face, not sure if he had an answer or if he was offended by the remark.

A few moments of silence hung in the thick air before he cleared his throat. You weren’t used to whatever this was from him, and it made you uneasy.

His hand wrapped around the back of his neck, and his voice lacked the usual confidence he typically carried, “I can drive you home if you want.”

That was the last thing you expected from him, and with a cautious tone you asked, “Why?”

“I dunno. I guess I’m freaked out about that dude following you home or something.” This was the first time you caught a sense of nervousness in Jake’s demeanor.

Here Jake was, giving you whiplash, yet again. Yelling at you one moment, and now trying to apologize the next. His back-and-forth, hot-then-cold disposition never failed to leave you flustered and apprehensive. It left you questioning everything. You didn’t want to take the bait this time after everything you’ve been through, “I have my own car. But thanks.”

You began to turn away before he interrupted your movements.

“Wait!”

He grabbed your arm and the sudden contact startled you, making you flinch back from his touch. He immediately released his grip around his arm after seeing your reaction and raised his hands apologetically.

“At least let me follow you home.” You gave him a puzzled look and he quickly added, “I mean… if you want.” He shook his head, not liking how that sounded and he threw his hands up in the air in frustration, “Shit…Look, I just want to make sure that asshole doesn’t follow you back home, okay?”

Admittedly, a part of you was flattered by Jake’s apparent, and yet strange concern for you, but the rest of you also wondered if the unusual behavior was out of some sort of guilt from the way he acted inside minutes beforehand. You could never quite gauge his intentions or actions with you as if he was almost impossible for you to read.

Nothing could have felt worse than the idea of him doing something he felt he needed to do out of obligation, and potentially hanging it over your head later on when it benefited him.

“Did Danny put you up to this?”

He jumped back, surprised by the assumption, “Wha-? No! No.” He shook his head at the idea. “Danny… never mind. I just wanted to make sure you got home safe. That’s all.”

You brushed off the offer with a wave of your hand, “Well, thanks for getting him away from me tonight and everything but I really don’t think that’s necessary, Jake.”

He only nodded, sticking his hands into his front pockets while rocking back on his heels while accepting your rejection. You muttered a half-assed ‘goodnight’ before breaking away.

You had anticipated him disappearing into the opposite direction across the lot as soon as you turned back towards the direction of your car. So it was a surprise when you looked behind you and saw him still standing where you had left him. The bright orange glow from the flame flickering from his Zippo lit up his face for a fraction of a second as he ignited the end of a cigarette.

With your mind reeling, the thought of that man, Michael, lingering around and possibly waiting for you did begin to creep up in the back of your thoughts. The thought of him touching you again made you shudder, but you tried to push that fear away as you crawled into the driver's side of the Pinto.

You went to turn the key in the ignition, just as you have a thousand times before, and was met only with the dreaded clicking of a dead car battery.

“Shit!” You cursed under your breath as you dropped your forehead against the hard edge of the steering wheel, wincing from the contact. In a second attempt, praying silently to yourself, hopeful for a different outcome, you turned the key once more with more volition than ever. Failing you just as before, the piercing click click click rapping sound assaulted the night air.

You sat in silence, going over the few possibilities of how you were to deal with this problem in your head and looked up from your lap to see Jake leaning casually against the passenger side door of the car next to yours, waiting patiently for your next move with a raised brow and crossed arms over his chest.

You let out another defeated sigh, “Do you think you could jump me?”

“That’s pretty forward of you-“

“Damn it, Jake! Do you have jumper cables or not?!” The high volume of your voice surprised you, but only you as Jake had not moved a muscle.

He only reciprocated your outburst with one of his famous shit-eating grins. Which only fueled the anger and frustration to bubble up even higher within you, ready to spill over at any given moment. You hated how amazing it looked on him and wanted nothing more than to slap the stupid smirk right off his face, even if the sight of it managed to pluck a certain string of excitement within you.

Knowing him, you thought Jake probably sensed this while letting you stew in irritation for a few painstakingly long moments before breaking his view from you to look off in the distance, letting out a deep sigh, “I don’t.”

You groaned loudly in response and threw your back against the seat, slumping into the worn cushion entirely. Jake pushed himself off the car to prop an elbow along the inside of the open window frame of the Pinto, staring directly at you.

His hair had fallen over half his face, draping over his eye, making his brush it back with a sweep of his hand.

“So how are we feeling about that ride?” His voice was calm as ever, smooth and enticing-threatening to pull you in completely.

For a fleeting second, you thought if circumstances were somehow different, you could admit how enticing he was. You violently shook the thought out of your head. It was an act out of pure stubbornness, true childish defiance. Jake had caused a massive ripple in your life since the day you met and wouldn’t allow your wounded pride to give in that easily. “I can just call a taxi or something.”

“It’s going to take forever for a taxi to come to get you on a Friday night. Especially at this hour.”

He was right, and you hated it. If you looked at him now, you would give in to the offer. You huffed out, “I’d rather walk home then.”

“You’d rather walk home than take a ride from me?” You still couldn’t look him in the eyes but you did hear him sucking his teeth, “Ouch!”

“You can go. I really don’t need anything-“

Cutting you off, “Just get your shit and come on. I’m tired of this.”

Before you had a chance to fight the issue anymore, Jake had walked off from your car. Your chance at a ride was disappearing fast. Without wasting another second to think it over, you quickly grabbed your purse and jacket from the passenger seat and locked the Pinto up for the night to follow Jake back to his car. He was barely waiting for you as he made his way through the lines of vehicles in the parking lot.

He walked beside a ‘70 Camaro, painted dark forest green with two large white stripes across the hood and top, and unlocked the driver’s side door before hopping into the seat. You followed along the side of the car, running your fingertips along the smooth, waxed surface.

Popping open the passenger door you quipped, “Why am I not surprised?”

He raised an eyebrow at you, waiting for you to elaborate.

“Oh, you know what they say about men with sports cars,” you teased while slumping into the passenger seat. The leather interior was already sticking to the skin on the back of your legs from the humid night air.

He was curious about what you meant by that, “What do ‘they’ say?”

“Something about how men only buy them to compensate for something.” You anticipated that the comment would bother him, making a small smile creep across your lips.

To your surprise, Jake was grinning instead, with his bottom lip tucked between his teeth. From the look in his eye, he enjoyed getting under your skin-invading your thoughts like this.

“Says the woman who owns a car that literally explodes,” he chuckled to himself.

He wasn’t wrong. Your Pinto was borderline a rolling death box waiting to burst into flames the moment someone rear-ended you. It was a sensitive topic given how much you love the car. You just weren’t willing to part with it if you could help it.

“Whatever,” you snapped in defeat and crossed your arms tightly over your chest as you glared out the passenger window.

You hated to admit it, but you were thankful that Jake had stuck around long enough to help you out. Even though you would never tell him, he could sense your gratitude.

“You don’t need to wig out on me. It’s just a ride.”

You huffed in response, annoyed about your new predicament, upset that you had ultimately given in to him. Allowing him to win.

“You wouldn’t be in this mess if you didn’t drive a piece of shit, ya know.” He laughed, turning the key in the ignition-firing the dormant engine to life. The low rumbling purred throughout the vehicle, vibrating the seat beneath you. He revved the engine as if to wake the sleeping beast, making it roar with each aggressive press of the pedal.

He shifted into reverse, extending his right arm behind the headrest of your seat, and turned to look behind him as he backed out of the parking spot. It was impossible not to notice this view of him. The glow of the street light coming through the windshield revealed the expanse of the taut muscles of his neck, which appeared to shine from a thin layer of sweat across the tanned skin. You darted your eyes away when he looked back, hoping that he didn’t catch you.

The neon signs, reflecting beams of oncoming headlights, and the yellow glow of the streetlights illuminated Jake’s face and you found yourself staring once again at his distinct features. His long hair whipped around, dancing erratically against his cheeks and neck in the air flowing through the open windows. Your gaze followed the strong browline, furrowed in concentration, and how they framed his large, half-lidded eyes. They traced down the defined, sharp bridge of his nose, over full, pouty lips that wrapped around the filter of his cigarette with every lazy drag-

“You can turn on the radio if you want,” his raspy voice, just loud enough to be heard over the Camaro’s loud engine, pulled you out of your wandering thoughts.

“…Or you could keep staring at me.”

“Oh,” you mumbled, embarrassed that he had noticed your gawking, and reached for the dial. His hand left the shifter to reach for the same dial, and for a brief second, your hands grazed each other. You pulled it back to your chest as if you were burned by the touch.

“Sorry,” Jake muttered under his breath and cleared his throat as he rested his open palm on the shifter once again, now drumming his fingers along the surface. The tapping of his ring against the hard material brought your attention to his hands.

You watched as the knuckles moved with each tap of his fingers. The ring around his middle finger, responsible for the tapping noise, was a small golden skull and crossbones centered in the large silver band. With each of those taps, the tendons danced under the defined veins on the back of his hand.

You even noted the old, stained braided rope bracelet worn around his wrist, with loose threads now fraying out from wear. It was paired with other bracelets of various metals and materials, clanging together with each movement of his arm.

You began to wonder how many others noticed these things about him. How they felt sitting in this exact seat next to him. What did he say to them? How many women were kissed by him where you sat?

You really should have kept the thought to yourself but somehow you let it slip freely from your lips, “So how many women have sat in this seat?”

You figured the sassy remark would have elicited a similar response from him. Instead, you saw Jake huff in irritation before sticking the burning cigarette in his mouth to wrap his left hand tightly around the steering wheel as he suddenly shifted into the next gear-making the Camaro lurch forward at high speeds, throwing you back into your seat without warning. You acted out of pure instinct to brace yourself and grabbed on tightly to Jake’s forearm. His skin felt hot to the touch, and you felt the lean muscles tense under your palm.

“Jake! Slow down!”

“You're not scared, are you?” He teased, laughing and enjoying the little moment of panic he had created as he weaved in and out of traffic on the busy highway. It felt like he was missing the other cars by mere inches, making every muscle in your body tense up to brace for impact.

“That’s not funny!” You shrieked, and it felt like your heart plummeted from your chest to your stomach. Whether it was from the force of the speeding Camaro or the fear of him hitting another car, you weren’t sure. You had let go of him but had clenched onto the seat and door instead.

”What?!” Jake yelled over the roar of the loud engine. “You seemed so concerned about all the other women that have been in my car. I just wanted to give you the full experience.”

You couldn’t even concentrate on his words over the wind whipping through the car windows, the overwhelming roar of the engine, and multiple honking from other vehicles as Jake passed them. You screamed, “Please slow down!”

“She likes to be ridden hard and fast, baby!” Jake threw his head back, laughing almost manically at your expense, “What do ya think?”

“You’re an ass.” Your voice was weak and trembling. Your knuckles were almost pure white from how hard you gripped the door handle.

When he finally looked over and saw the real fear set in your eyes, he instantly shifted down, slowing the car rapidly to a more appropriate, legal speed. He remained silent the rest of the drive, keeping the Camaro at a comfortable cruise for you.

Although the drive home was only about twenty minutes or so, it felt excruciatingly long with how you both sat in silence. After a few minutes of stewing in the awkward tension, Jake finally gave in and flipped on the radio. It seemed weird considering how the floor of the Camaro was as littered with cassettes. He turned the dial to flip through multiple stations for a few minutes before settling on one he could tolerate. You avoided looking at him at all costs, still shaken by his reckless driving, but you could hear the soft hums of him quietly singing along to “Drive” by the Cars.

Your directions back to your place were short and simple, not wanting to talk to him any more than what was necessary. It was only when he pulled into the familiar small road leading to the house that your body began to finally relax, knowing that you would be home safe.

As soon as he slowed the car to a stop you quickly blurted out, “Thanks for the ride. Night.”

He muttered in a soft, low voice, “Sure.”

Desperate to escape, you fumbled looking for the door handle, searching in the dark with open palms with no success. You let another frustrated sigh, throwing your hands up in defeat. Taking you by surprise, Jake quickly leaned over the center console, bracing himself with an open hand resting on the top of your thigh. You felt his fingers press firmly into the top of your leg, leaving indents in the supple skin.

Heat flushed wildly through you. He was only inches away from your face for the second time that evening. The images, ones that you tried desperately to push away, of Jake with Jenny that night of the bonfire flashed vividly in your mind. You pictured how he had her pushed up against the wall, how his hands wrapped around her body, the way his tongue slipped in her mouth. For a second you had the desire to reach out and touch him…

You heard the pop of the door lock.

“Can’t start a car and you can’t open a door? Sounds like you shouldn’t be driving at all,” He teased, the playful jab was enough to elicit a small smile from you again, and pulled away to slide back into the comfort of his seat. The spot on your leg where his hand was placed felt like it was burning hot.

“Uhh… right.” You grabbed your purse and bolted out of the car, slamming the door behind you, not wanting to look back to see his reaction.

As soon as you opened the front door, you heard the sound of the Camaro rolling across the gravel as Jake backed out of the driveway. What was that?

You awoke feeling groggy from the greasy food and amount of sugary drinks you had. Your morning routine dragged on slowly while you did your best to recuperate from the lingering headache and queasiness setting in your stomach. You decided that you needed to enjoy some relaxation while dealing with everything that had happened the night before. Grabbing one of the paperbacks you had packed, you headed outside to the hammock to do a bit of light reading while the weather was still bearable.

The morning hours were filled with sounds of sea birds and the distant humming of boats speeding across the bay. Thoughts of Jake tried to invade your mind while you spent the time alone. You managed to push them off for the time being to get through a chapter or two of your novel before the sleepy heaviness weighed relentlessly on your lids, pulling you into sleep while you swayed between the tall trees.

“Whatcha reading?”

Your eyes flickered open to see Josh standing by your side, smiling down at you. It was a perfect sight that made your heart warm the moment you laid your eyes on him.

“You’re alive!” You squealed in joy.

It didn’t take much from him to make a smile from across your lips. It was effortless. You had expected him to be violently hungover given the condition he was in the last time you saw him.

Now, in front of you, he was beaming with energy and vibrancy, not even sporting any darkened circles under his eyes that would form from lack of sleep. His golden, summer-tanned skin was glowing more than ever. Your heart sank when you saw him dressed for work, knowing he wouldn’t be able to stay with you long.

“He lives!” Josh cheered as he started to crawl into the rope hammock without another moment of hesitation, making it swing violently back and forth as he tried to maintain his balance.

“Josh! You’re going to tip us over!” You giggled and instinctively reached out to grab him as the hammock wobbled with the addition of his weight.

He smiled at the touch, “Relax, Greenie. I am a professional.”

You gave a playful shove to his shoulder, “A professional dumbass.”

From the very first moment you met Josh, you felt comfortable with him. He somehow made you feel at ease, but something about lying here with him, with every part of your body practically touching as the both of you entangled yourselves in the center of the hammock, sent a buzz of electricity across every inch of your skin.

Your body reacted, tensing up from the proximity, given how things had been between you lately. Although, he didn’t seem to show the same concern as he effortlessly tucked his arm behind his head for support.

His relaxed state was able to calm your nerves within seconds, and you nuzzled into him, making him hum from the contact. You embraced the feeling of his warmth, allowing the fresh linen smell of his worn t-shirt to envelope you. As the swaying of the hammock began to slow, he shimmied a bit and pulled out the creased paperback from underneath him. He looked at the cover for a second before fanning the pages with the pad of his thumb.

“Cujo, huh?” Josh scrunched up his nose in distaste, creating little wrinkles across the skin, before letting out a playful laugh, teasing you with a playful bop of the book’s spine on the tip of your nose.

You swatted him away, taking the book from his grasp, “Oh…yeah.”

“I didn’t pin you as a King fan,” Josh teased, throwing a gentle elbow despite the lack of room between the two of you.

“What? I’m just supposed to be reading cheesy romance novels instead?” You scoffed, rolling your eyes at him.

“No, no. I just didn’t think you’d be into horror.” He quickly explained to his defense. “ But I bet you’re only reading it because the hot mom drives a Pinto.”

“Ew gross!” You swatted his arm. “You know that’s not true. But I will say she’s a woman of good taste. You’ve seen it?”

“Barely. I’m pretty sure I didn’t sleep right for a week after I saw it. And I didn't even have a dog at the time. I just never really got into horror films.” He paused, smiling to himself as he reminisced over a fond memory, “I did sneak in to see The Shining in the theater when I was like fifteen. Only because it was a Kubrick film, ya know?”

“Kubrick?”

“The director?” He sat up slightly, propping himself up on his elbows to look at you, “Come on, Greenie. Tell me you’ve heard of him!”

“I’m sorry!” You confessed, covering your face with your hands, and you watched as his mouth dropped open in disbelief.

“We need to change that, then. I am going to educate on the best of the best,” he beamed, his voice bursting with excitement at the proposition.

“Okay, deal. I wouldn’t have guessed that you were a huge movie buff.”

“Oh yeah. I love film. It’s what I was going to school for.”

“Was?” You wish you could have pulled the simple word right back into your mouth as soon as it left your lips when you witnessed the instant drop in his smile.

“Yeah I dropped out,” his voice was meek, and he picked on the cuticle of his thumb, possibly embarrassed from the admittance. You watched as he stared up at the sky and brushed his hair from his face with a sweep of his hand.

“I’m sorry, Josh. I didn’t mean to “

He reached down and grabbed your hand from your lap, slotting his fingers between yours, cutting the words off in your throat. The action felt rather intimate, blindsiding you as his thumb rubbed across the back of your hand.

His voice was soft, yet heavy with a new feeling of sadness, “No, it’s okay.”

You both lay still in the silence of conversation, taking in the sounds around you. He continued to trace delicate circles with his thumb. After a bit, you decided to break the silence, “How come?”

“I don’t know. When I first came out here, it was really to make some money for the summer and spend time with my brothers and Danny. I think I felt like I had to stay here, that if I left I would be abandoning them somehow. I’ve just never been able to leave I guess.”

“I think they would understand if you went back to school”

“I don’t know. I think Sam would have a hard time, but I think it would hurt Jake the most.”

“Why?”

“It might be a twin thing. He would never say it to my face, but I think he needs me around,” he laughed half-heartedly at the thought. “And Sam’s just young and gets into dumb shit all the time.”

“They will be okay. I think you should pursue it.”

“I dunno. Maybe…” Josh trailed off. You could tell the topic bothered him a bit. His body language was becoming rigid and tense against you.

You decided it was best to drop it, and dropped your cheek against his shoulder once again.

“So what was up with last night?” You were apprehensive about bringing the topic up, but you also knew Josh would avoid it at all costs if you didn’t. It was the elephant, and there was no way to ignore its presence.

He was hesitant, and you noticed his breathing change underneath you, “What do you mean?”

You were careful in your choice of words, “Danny didn’t tell you?” Although, Josh didn’t budge, so you continued, “About that guy?”

“I mean…a little.”

You weren’t buying whatever he was trying to do. He was avoidant and dismissive, but you needed the answers.

“Who is he, Josh?”

He responded quickly, almost interrupting you, “A friend of mine.” Although you knew more about the man, you wanted to hear it from him.

“A friend?!” It was a lie, but you pressed on, “He didn’t seem like a friend to me.”

You sat up to stare at him. He wasn’t looking back at you this time, instead fixating on the leaves rustling in the breeze above. What was he doing hanging around a guy like Michael?

He sighed deeply, “Okay, I’ll admit, not a good friend…”

“I don’t believe you,” you huffed, and you began to pull your hand away until Josh tightened his fingers around yours, pausing your movements.

The tone of his voice took on a more serious note, “Greenie, I’m sorry about everything that happened but it’s nothing to worry about-“

“Josh, he practically groped me in the bowling and said really awful things. Awful things about you.”

You started to relive the night before, cringing from the memories of Michael harassing and even threatening you. Sure, you were worried about yourself, but you were also terrified for Josh and his safety. “Why was he looking for you?”

He turned his head and a pained, apologetic look settled on his face in response to your words. The distraught expression made your heartbreak. You desperately wanted to comfort him, but you had to stand your ground at this moment.

“Josh, Just tell me what’s going on. Please.” You squeezed his hand to emphasize your point. He responded to your plea with a gentle squeeze of his fingers.

“You promise not to freak out on me, right?” Josh released a throaty laugh, yet you could still sense the bundle of nerves and apprehension laced within the sound.

He lifted your hand, the one still intertwined with his, and tapped the back of your fingers against his lips. It seemed absentminded like it was something he would do with his hand.

“I promise,” your voice was barely above the volume of a whisper as you watched him graze the skin of your fingers across his soft lips, tracing along the shape while deep in thought. You felt him smile against you and for a fleeting second, you swore he kissed them before dropping your hand back down to his side.

“It’s nothing big.” He paused for a second, hesitant on spilling his confession, “I just owe him a little money. That’s all.” He then tried to reassure you with a quick shrug of his shoulders.

“How much money?” Knowing how wealthy this person was made you instantly nervous.

“Nothing much. I’ll pay him this week and it will all be fine.” He spoke quickly, rushing to get this part of the conversation over with in hopes you wouldn’t pry further. You knew he wasn’t being entirely truthful either. “I swear.”

“From the way, he was talking, it sure didn't seem like it was “nothing much.”

“It’s not worth worrying about. I promise.” Josh’s expression seemed pained, stressed even. You weren’t sure if he was saying this to himself or you. It was becoming evident that he wasn’t going to give you anything else on the matter. His eyes closed momentarily before he continued, “The guy is just a creep when it comes to women. That should have never happened to you, Greenie.”

His voice started to break near the end and you swore you saw tears begin to well in the corner of his eye before he looked away from you.

“It’s okay,” you were now trying to reassure him, but your voice still cracked slightly through the words.

“It’s not. I shouldn't have had that much to drink.” He looked back at you, and you couldn't deny the new sadness, now heavy in his eyes. “I think I just wanted to celebrate that you still wanted to be around me. But what if something bad happened?”

“There’s no way you could have known,” you reassured him again.

“Yeah, but I should have been able to protect you.” The thought warmed your heart momentarily until you realized what could've happened last night if Michael had found Josh.

“It’s all okay, Josh. It’s not your fault.” You tried to comfort his worried state. You hated seeing how critical he was of himself, especially when it came to you. He squeezed your hand while you nestled into him, embracing the calm scene around you.

“I’m such an idiot,” Josh mumbled quietly, bringing a hand to weave his fingers into his hair, and you weren’t sure if you were supposed to hear it.

He turned his head to look at you and the way the sun caught the golden-honey hues of his eyes made the breath catch in your throat. Most of the time, they appeared to be a dark coffee shade, but now as the beams of morning light filtered through the trees above, you began to notice the softer toffee tones speckled within them. His cheeks were slightly pinkened from the summer sun, flushing his face with a youthful glow.

The loose and messy sun-bleached curls fell across his brow, threatening to creep into his eyes if he forgoes a haircut within the near future. Your silent staring made the upturned corners of his lips pull up into a soft, addicting smile. To you, every single part of him seemed to be kissed perfectly by the sun.

Josh reached his hand up and gently brushed hair from your cheek with a feather-light swipe of his fingertips. His large, brown eyes continued to scan over the features of your face before settling on looking into your own.

“You’re really something,” he hummed quietly, almost a whisper while glancing down at your lips.

Memories from the night of the bonfire began to play in your mind as he looked at you. Before, you could have blamed the amount of alcohol or even the silly game you got roped into. Now you didn’t have an excuse or reason to stop yourself.

Josh started leaning in, closing the inches of distance between you. You simply couldn’t contain the anticipation, bursting out into giggles when his nose brushed against yours.

“Are you laughing at me?” His attempt at taking offense failed miserably as he joined into your giggling. You felt the warmth of his puff of breath flutter delicately onto your skin while his thumb grazed against your flushed cheek and across the shell of your ear before his fingers weaved into the depths of your hair.

He paused, hovering his lips over yours to savor the moment-not wanting to rush this time under peer pressure or alcohol clouding the experience with you. You held your breath, waiting for him to close the space between you.

The loud, purposeful sound of someone clearing their throat interrupted him from doing so.

You both snap your heads up to find where the noise came from. There he was, standing just a few feet from you.

“I should have guessed this is where you would be,” Jake hissed at his twin. It was hard to read the expression on his face, not understanding the meaning behind the words. You then noticed he was holding your jacket in his hand-the one you left in his car the night before.

Josh was just as confused by his brother’s presence. You witnessed the confusion shift quickly into anger as he glared at him. The new developing tension between them was palpable, thick, and unwavering as they stared at each other.

Breaking the unnerving silence, Josh asked with an unnaturally abrasive tone to his voice, “What are you doing here?”

Watching him, you saw Josh’s eyes shift from Jake’s face to your jacket in his hand.

“She uhhh… left this last night.” Jake held up the jacket to Josh to see, avoiding all eye contact with you, right back to ignoring your presence altogether. He tossed the clothing on the end of the hammock and backed away.

Josh turned away from his twin to look at you, still confused and upset. You saw how he started to process everything in his head, piecing things together before you could explain them. As soon as he made his assumptions, his once-relaxed body went rigid, ice-cold, and tense. He pulled away from you instantly as if you were now suddenly a stranger.

He had a look on his face as if you had physically struck him. He gasped in disbelief, “You were with Jake last night?!”

Leave it up to Jake to ruin moments between you and Josh. There was no doubt in your mind what Josh was thinking, but before you even had the chance to open your mouth with an answer, he crawled out of the hammock.

The sudden release of Josh’s abandoning you made the hammock sway violently, throwing you off balance. It took you several seconds to steady yourself before you could lift out and place a solid footing on the ground.

Jake had already ditched and had started backing the Camaro out of the driveway, leaving you to deal with the aftermath.

Thoughts scrambled wildly in your head, desperate to remedy the situation that had started to unravel before you, “Josh, he just drove me home last night.”

He scoffed, not turning back to face you as you followed behind, “Right, okay.”

“I’m serious! Nothing happened!” Your affirmation, mixed with the shrillness of your voice only made you appear more guilty to him.

He finally turned on his heels to look at you. His brows were furrowed in anger, and the beaming smile had disintegrated into a pained frown. “Is that why your car isn’t here?” He threw his hands up in the air, “You were too busy with my brother?!”

You recoiled from the harshness of his voice, and how it cracked at the last word. His accusation cut deeply, and he knew it. Regret flashed across his eyes as he faced you. In your defense, there wasn’t anything established between Josh and yourself, but you felt the disappointment in his words.

He scoffed again in disgust when you took too long of a moment to answer.

“Wait!” You shouted as he walked away from you. “Josh, I can-“

Cutting you off, Josh snapped, “I’ll see you at work, Greenie.” He stormed off towards the driveway, leaving you behind. The slam of the Jeep’s door made you jump.

You thought of what he meant to you as you watched him back the car out of the driveway, following Jake’s actions a minute beforehand. Making you question why he was even here in the first place. Where did Jake fit in all this?

You stood in the lawn, hopeless and defeated by the sudden turn of events. When you finally turned to make your way into the house, you saw Cindy sitting on the front stoop of the porch, taking a long drag of her cigarette.

Walking up and scooting past her, she flicked the ash, and blew the smoke from the side of her mouth with an amused look on her face, “The twins, huh?”

Embarrassed by the scene that had just unfolded, and afraid of the answer, you were hesitant to ask, “How much of that did you see?”

“Enough.”

You winced at the thought.

“Personally I’d take Jake.” She giggled, tapping out the butt of her cigarette into the glass ashtray by her side.

“Shut up, Cindy,” you snipped, allowing your frustration to get the better of you. She only laughed to herself as you opened the door.

You let the screen door slam behind you. You weren’t sure how your first dinner shift with both Jake and Josh was going to go, but one thing was for certain- it wasn’t going to be easy

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deadsetobsessions · 3 months

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Alley Drunk! Danny AU- Part 1

[Pt.2] [Pt.3] [Pt.4]

To not turn into a giant raging asshole hell bent on murdering people and destroying the world after everyone he loved died, Danny had ran from Amity with his chosen vice.

A bottle. That’s right. Even after Jazz’s talks about alcoholism as a poor coping mechanism as a form of self harm, he still chose alcohol. Or maybe that’s why he picked it, because it reminded him of her, right before the booze took the sting of grief off of her memory. He was never really all that good at listening to Jazz.

And now she’s gone, so it’s moot point. Danny really hated Nasty Burger.

Danny made it all the way to Gotham, bottle constantly glued to his hand. It’s better than Vlad’s creep-o-self looming over him all of the time. He bummed out on the streets, fitting into crime alley like a native. Danny learned to pickpocket. Not much, just enough for a bottle when his ran out. He stayed human. At first he tried to convince himself that it was because he didn’t want to be perceived as a meta in a city where Batman notoriously disliked metas. Then, as he sunk deeper, he admitted to himself in a shameful curl of a whisper that it was really because alcohol affected his human side much easier.

Ghosts need an ungodly amount of alcohol to even get slightly buzzed. Danny’s human side? Only one full bottle the shittiest tequila he could find could even hope to be more than buzzed. It sucked.

He’s spent two years being an alcoholic that didn’t actually get that drunk. Technically, underage drinking was a crime. But then again, so was being a vigilante ghost. So, whatever. He does what he can to dull the grief. Mostly, he slept on covered and hidden nooks on top of Crime Alley’s roofs. Gotham city had taken pity on him and cleared her smog clouds when he was awake at night. Stargazing helped, at least. It gave him a little hope. It gave him a little wish to change and better and live like he wants. But then the night ends and when the day comes, Jazz isn’t there. Sam isn’t there. Tucker isn’t there. His mom and dad are not there.

Danny always went back to the bottle, in the end. Not that it did much.

Which was why, when he saw three looming figures over a tiny child, Danny’s saving people thing flared with a vengeance and his surprised ectoplasm burned what little buzz he had achieved by downing most of the bottle away, leaving him stone cold sober and pissed.

Danny sighed, dumping the rest of the nasty tasting liquid out. There’s no point drinking that little.

He approached the trio, who were beating up an actual child. Ancients, he hated Crime Alley sometimes.

“Give me your shit, you little punk!” Asshole 1 decided to say like a typical mugger, raising his leg to kick the curled up kid below. Danny doesn’t let him land the kick, smashing the bottle on the asshole’s head before any of them clocked his presence. He pivots, pushing a bit of that extra strength he normally keeps on a tight leash into his hands, and punched the other two in a quick fashion, knocking them out.

With that taken care of, Danny turned back to the kid who was still curled up. Danny sighed again, the trembles in small shoulders plucking on his heartstrings.

“You okay, kid?”

The kid uncurls, and Danny stared. Holy shit, is he looking into a mirror? Blue eyes, black hair, and tanned skin. Holy shit, he’s even got similar jaws to Danny.

“Huh.”

The kid flinched.

“Y-y’er the drunk,” the kid flinched again, eyes darting to the broken bottle still clenched in Danny’s hand. “I- I ain’t got money, honest. Please-”

Danny blinked down at the kid, brain connecting the dots after so long without actual interaction. He’s panicking and staring at the bottle in Danny’s hand like it’ll kill him. Danny raised the bottle and the kid closed his mouth with a click, terror worming its way into the kid’s eyes.

“I wasn’t going to mug you myself, kid.”

“But- y’er the- the Alley drunk.”

Danny blinked. Did he get a reputation without knowing again? Goddammit.

“I guess. Am I famous or somethin’?”

“Nobody- nobody fucks wit’ ya.”

“I also don’t hurt kids.”

“…”

The kid stared at him dubiously and with a sinking feeling, Danny realized that maybe the kid already had some terrible experiences with a heavy drunken hand. He promptly chucks the bottle further into the alley.

“I drink, yes. But I’m also not the kind of scum that would lay hands on a kid, let alone anyone that didn’t provoke it first.”

“Oh.” The kid uncurled more, looking at Danny warily, more at ease now that the bottle has left the chat.

“Yeah. I’m Danny. Stone cold sober, right now.”

“…”

Danny waited.

“Peters.”

“Okay. Peters, do you wanna take their shit?” Danny pointed a thumb at the knocked out would-be-muggers behind him.

“Y… yeah, sure. What’s my cut?”

“All of it.”

Peters stared.

Danny shrugged and started looting.

"Y'er so fuckin' weird."

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See, the thing is, Danny hadn't anticipated saving Peters- "'s actually Jason"- would result in having a duckling following him around. The kid, Jason, glared at everyone who even looked at them wrong. But that's not the problem, because Danny could take anyone who took issue with Jason's looks, it's more like there's a child following him around now and Danny doesn't want to be the reason Jason turns into an alcoholic. It's- well, it made him cut down on the drinking. He even got jobs- legitimate jobs that sucks out his his poor ectoplasmic soul.

Why? Because Jason's apparently homeless. While that's something Danny's okay with for himself, he can't ever condone that for an actual child. Jason's walking around in threadbare clothes and thin soled shoes in the middle of Fall, for Ancient's sake.

Danny grumbles as he piled a bunch of clothes into the shopping bag as he checked out. Gotham's Walmart is a different kind of hell, but Danny feels right at home.

Sure, the work might suck out his soul and he might hate being sober, but Jason's face every time he comes home to an actual place to live, warm clothes, and food was worth everything.

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nabtime · 10 months

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Our Empty Graves IV

Fandom: Danny Phantom / Batman: Under the Red Hood

Pairings: Danny Fenton/Jason Todd (Dead on Main)

Rating: Mature

Tags: batfamily, hazmat AU, Nobody Knows AU, Mute!Phantom, potential ghost king danny, slow burn?, DC means Disregard Canon, AU means AU nothing is exactly the same, Angst with a Happy Ending, Hurt/Comfort, more than canon typical violence, danny is a Halfa and also a Fetch, no beta we die like basically everyone

Summary: They say that Red Hood has a loyal mutt. The man rules his territory in Crime Alley with an iron fist and a guard dog at his side. They say that Hood calls him Fetch, sometimes Fetcher. No one's ever heard him speak. Anyone who's ever seen him says he looks like an experiment gone wrong, that Hood picked him up somewhere unspeakable. They say he'll do anything Red Hood asks of him and he'll do it well. That he's strong and fast and probably inhuman. The girls say he's sweet; quiet but charming in his own way. Rival gangs say he's vicious; that he'd sooner rip your throat out than let you go.

Jason just wants to help him.

Chapter 4: sing to me (cause i can't hear myself)

Chapter Summary: Red Hood and Danny have a talk over soup

Chapter Notes: title from Sing to Me by MISSIO Links: AO3 // Chapter 1 // Chapter 3 // Chapter 5

What the hell had he gotten himself into now?

Danny hadn’t laid on a couch in what felt like years. Graveyard benches, tree branches, and mausoleum roofs were very poor substitutes for cushions or mattresses. The couch was rank and decrepit and leaking stuffing all over the place and it felt heavenly. There was also a weirdly abundant supply of ectoplasm just floating around the place. Ancients he hoped that didn’t mean what he thought it meant. He better not have invaded another ghost’s Haunt. He did not want to deal with a territorial asshole trying to fight him off when he needed to heal. He was not leaving this couch for anything.

Warily he gathered up the ectoplasm telekinetically and wrapped it all around himself like a faintly glowing blanket, soaking it in with a small contented churr from his core. He still thought it was weird-all the animal like noises he could make. Noises that were instinctual and part of Core Speak, which was a lesser form of Ghost Speak. Ghost Speak itself was less about words and more about emotions and the vague intention of thoughts. Like when sounds and colors could convey a certain feeling or impression. He’d used a bit of it to talk to Red Hood even though Ghost Speak was something humans couldn’t understand or even perceive. It was an unconscious habit- Ghost Speak was the only way he could communicate with the other ghosts (not that they cared much for what he had to say most of the time) and he couldn’t even try to talk to anyone else usually.

It was nice that Red Hood still seemed to be able to understand him, it felt good to ‘talk’ with someone willing to play charades.

But, Ancients, what an embarrassing conversation. He’d been so delirious from being punch drunk and having blood loss. He was lucky he couldn’t talk because he couldn’t imagine what kind of filth he would’ve been spewing, waxing poetic about Red Hood’s juicy ass or something, if he could’ve. Just because it really was a juicy ass didn’t mean Red Hood had to know. Although, he probably already knew that. Man couldn’t walk around with that much cake and not know it. So, Red Hood didn’t have to know that Danny knew about and appreciated his ass. And thighs. And arms. And tits. Aaaand- he really needed to think about something else.

Red Hood being surprisingly hilarious? He called him Ghostbuster Reject and he didn’t even know Danny was a ghost. Not to mention all the names for Batman like Goth Furry Man and Mr. Dark and Stormy Night. He could tell that Red Hood was keeping back more of them too. He’d take any silly nickname Red wanted to give him if it meant he didn’t have to go by the stupid name he’d given himself.

Fetcher the Fetch. Red was right, it made him sound like Moon Moon. It would have to do though. He couldn’t spread the name Phantom around, couldn’t risk the GIW or his parents trying to find him in Gotham. The city had enough of its own problems without the property damage and disregard for by-standers that came with either group.

He felt bad that he’d only given Red Hood the partial truth. He was a Fetch, but that wasn’t exactly a term well used outside of ghosts and the Realms. Fetch- the apparition of a being yet still alive. The ghost of a living person. Both alive and dead. Half ghost and half human. Not that Danny felt all that like a human anymore. He hadn’t changed in a long time and the only reason he knew he still had a side of himself still alive was the faint heart-beat that thumped just under his core.

He still felt a tad guilty about hiding the whole “dead guy” she-bang from Red, but he didn’t need some weirdly nice Gotham Rogue knowing his entire being was against the law. That he could be turned over to the government for a hefty bounty. Didn’t matter that the guy had saved his skin, he’d been betrayed more than once and he wouldn’t risk it with a stranger. He also didn’t want to cause trouble. Red Hood looked like a guy that could handle himself but also someone who would protect his own to the last. He didn’t need anyone getting shot on either side because of him. The GIW didn’t care about collateral damage and they really wouldn’t care about hurting people they thought didn’t matter and destroying homes already falling apart. It was unfair and maddening, but it was how they worked. Ruthless and unforgiving.

Was it sad that the ghosts he used to fight to protect the town were now the least of his problems? Most of them had been scared off by the GIW after they’d gotten more competent and started experimenting. After the Anti-Ecto Acts got passed, most of the regular ghosts had made themselves scarce. Only the more powerful guys had dared to step foot into Amity, and then they became Danny’s problem. And then the whole mess with Pariah had happened and then none of the ghosts wanted to go top side. No, Danny’s post in Amity, stuck as it was in the zone, had become more about preventing humans from entering the Zone than the other way around. He had to stop the occasional reckless spirit, but for the most part they stayed scarce.

He hoped the Realms would be okay while he was gone. Who knows what his parents or the GIW could get up to in his absence.

He dozed on and off for a good bit, sleep light as it always was in ghost form. He could avoid eating when he was Phantom by absorbing ectoplasm, and he could get by with much less sleep in this form as well. But when he was injured, especially as injured as he was now, he needed to rest to get better. Needed to conserve energy and soak. Like a nice bath. A ghostly hibernation.

He started to feel better each time he blearily woke before going back down.

One of the times he could hear clanging and shuffling, like someone making food in a kitchen. He figured Red Hood would have gotten take-out. Was he making food? Maybe he was just dreaming. Dreaming of a better time in a more familiar kitchen…

It was all vague sensations and feelings. Just the warm light of the sun streaming in through the kitchen window. Just the suggestion of a fresh breeze blowing through and stirring up the scent of spices permeating the cramped space. The susurration of curtains in the wind. Just the faintest sound of humming and soft laughter. Like he’d fallen asleep in the kitchen and he was hearing everything through a drowsy fog.

It was warm. The oven was on. There was something giving off steam on the stove. He could hear pots clanging and utensils clinking. He could hear murmuring and rustling. There was the sensation of closeness and a sort of comfort and togetherness he rarely felt. It felt like contentment. It felt like love.

“Hey, sweetie,” his mom said, voice soft and dulcet. He could feel a warm hand rubbing his back. “It’s time for dinner now, sleepy-head.”

He said something in reply but he couldn’t hear it. He felt dizzy, like the room was spinning and everything he’d felt started to distort and spiral. His mother said something again but her voice came out cold and distorted and angry.

“What did you do with my son?”

“Hey,” a gruff voice, still staticky from being filtered, spoke as he was shaken awake. He blinked as the dream he’d been having floated away from his mind, forgotten as he rose from Nocturn’s hold into the realm of the wakeful.

“Black-white-and-green-all-over,” the voice said again, a hint of amusement lacing the words, “time to wake up and smell the bacon.”

“Food’s ready,” Red Hood said, straightening from where he’d been hovering over Danny to wake him.

Mrrp?

His core let out a little sound, much like a cat just being woken. Cats and ghosts had a lot in common, sounds wise, and he was discovering new sounds he could make all the time. Most ghosts could just talk and Core Speak was considered something more intimate, to be used with close friends, lovers, and allies. But for him, it was the only way he could communicate until he could find a way to learn sign. His core seemed particularly talkative around Red Hood, too. Strange. Maybe because Red was the first person he’d encountered in ages that didn’t want to immediately kill him?

“Hohmy-god.”

He blinked, stretching and tilting his head in question. What was that about?

“You’re adorable, kid,” Red answered, teasing.

Red Hood had his hands on his hips, arms bare in all their glory without his jacket, and was wearing an apron. A red apron with frills and a cute little skull printed on it. Who was this man to call Danny the adorable one?! Clearly he hadn’t seen himself in a mirror. It didn’t matter at all that Danny couldn’t see his face- the personalized apron was more than enough. Did he make that? Did someone else make it for him? He had so many questions he couldn’t ask.

Danny chose to just flip him off instead.

Red shook his head and headed back into the kitchen. “Get your ass in here and eat this soup already. You look like you’ve healed enough.”

If Danny could groan, he would. The thought of moving was not appealing. He had already told himself that he wasn’t moving from the couch for anything and that included whatever soup ‘The Red Hood’ decided to shovel into him.

Could Red even cook? He had a whole apron thing going on, but that didn’t really mean anything. Maybe it was a gag gift because of how bad he was at cooking. He shuddered. Well, no one could be worse than his parents. He’s pretty sure sentient food beats out burnt to a crisp any day. There wasn’t any smoke or sign of fire so that was encouraging at least.

He was mostly healed at this point, scrapes gone and bleeding stopped. He could move his arm again and he didn’t need to channel all his ectoplasm into healing alone. His thigh and his shoulder were still throbbing from the shitty Bat-a-rangs but they were on the mend. Honestly, for how bad off he’d been he was healing pretty well and pretty quickly. The benefits of being a dead guy. And landing in a city rich with the stuff that helped him. He had enough he could probably go invisible and freak out Red, but he’d refrain for now.

Still, he flopped over the cushions, debating on whether it was worth it to move or not. He didn’t need to eat and its not like his senses were the same in ghost form as they were in human form. He didn’t smell the same way and while he’d never tested it, he probably couldn’t taste the same way either. So what did it even matter-

And suddenly there was a mass of looming Red just hovering over him and then- still very suddenly, he was being lifted up from the couch. Cradled in very warm, very nice arms.

“H-up we go-,” Red Hood mumbled, very very close to Danny’s ear and making him shiver. He was carried princess style into the kitchen and plopped down into a rickety wooden seat. He stared dumbly down at the, frankly, delicious looking bowl of chicken noodle soup as he tried to process what the hell just happened. Everything was tingly and his mind was blank. He had phantom (haha) sensations of warmth where Red had held him. When was the last time he’d been touched without being hurt?

“Like a handful of grapes,” he heard Red mutter as he settled into the seat across from Danny. Wow, rude.

Red picked up a spoon and used it to point at Danny’s bowl. “Eat.”

He huffed and slid down in the chair a bit but picked up the spoon anyway. If he could grumble he would. He made sure to look as petulant as he could as he dipped his spoon into the broth. He stared dumbly again as he tried to figure out how he was supposed to eat.

He heard a mechanical click and looked up to see that Red had retracted part of his mask somehow, leaving the bottom half of his face bare. A cupid’s bow. Hm. A cupid’s bow turned up into a smirk. Red pointed again.

“Eat.”

His voice was odd without the modulator, smooth and deep. And very clearly amused. And Danny really, really needed to think about other things. He had enough to worry about than to be distracted by a nice voice. One guy treats you like you’re not a monster and suddenly you go ga-ga for him. The thought made him sag further down into the chair, piercing the night with a shrill squeak. Fucking hopeless.

Danny sighed internally and went back to trying to figure out how to eat. Well, if he was healed enough to go invisible he was healed enough to go intangible. Partially.

He made the mask intangible but still visible, so to someone else it didn’t look any different from before. Then he brought the spoon up and let it pass through the mask unhindered. Oh Ancients. Chicken noodle soup. Good chicken noodle soup. He couldn’t smell it before but he could now, and it smelled divine and tasted even better. He would die a second time for this soup. Hell, he might kill someone for this soup. Red Hood wanted someone gone? He would do it. He’d do it for soup. He kind of wanted to cry about it. How long had it been since he’d had something to eat? Let alone something this good. And even less something that was home-made and this good. Yeah, if he kept thinking about it he would definitely cry.

He took another eager bite, willing to sink into the flavor- rich with things he’d almost forgotten about like garlic and onion and carrots and celery. Spices he couldn’t name giving it a taste like nothing else. He felt a deep warmth spread through his body and his core purred with contentment.

He blinked open his eyes that he hadn’t even realized he’d closed to find Red Hood staring at him.

“How the fuck are you doing that?” he asked, incredulous.

Danny tilted his head in feigned innocence. He had no idea what Red was talking about, no sirree.

“Don’t give me that, you know what you’re doing,” he said, pointing an accusatory finger towards him. “How the fuck are you doing it?”

Danny rolled his eyes and dropped his spoon . He held up his hand and then phased it through the table, waving his fingers in a little ta-da motion afterwards.

“Alright. Density-shifting,” he said, sounding just a bit exasperated. “Okay. That’s just a thing you can do, then.”

He didn’t know what density shifting was but figured it was close enough to intangibility that he nodded. He picked up his spoon but before he could eat the most delicious meal of his life, Red had another question.

“Anything else you can do that I should worry about?”

He paused (a tragedy, really) . It’s not like he could actually give a list. He could write it, yeah, but where was the fun in that. It also didn’t help that he couldn’t remember half of his powers on a good day. They were instinctual. Like a muscle he didn’t know the name of that he could flex . He could move the muscle but its not like he was aware of it. What it was called or how it worked.

He shrugged and continued eating.

“You know, glow-stick, there’s gonna come a point where I need answers,” Red said, voice wry. “I’ve let you get away with a lot already. Don’t think I’ll be lenient again,” he spoke with finality.

Danny regarded him seriously. Red Hood had let him move on without explaining things multiple times now. He was grateful for it honestly. He didn’t know how he would even start to untangle all that he was to this stranger. He couldn’t even do that with people he knew and trusted. And he didn’t want to go through being interrogated within an inch of his half-live again either. At least Red was being civil about everything.

He put his spoon down again (mournfully) and gave Red Hood a solemn nod. There wasn’t much else he could do to convey his thanks and his seriousness, but Red seemed to get the message.

“Good. Don’t cause trouble and it won’t be an issue.”

He wanted to laugh at that. Like he could ever stay out of trouble.

Red must have sensed his amusement because he made a motion with his head like he was rolling his eyes. Danny could tell even though he couldn’t see them behind the helmet. Looks like they were both able to communicate with body language pretty well, probably why Red was so good at reading him.

They ate in silence for a bit, the distant sound of sirens and gunfire lulling to a background noise he wouldn’t have thought he’d get used to so easily. But it was still somehow familiar, like a song he knew played on an instrument he’d never heard of. Police sirens instead of ghost attack sirens and gunfire instead of the odd electric crackle of ecto-blasts.

Danny melted into his chair as he finished his last bite, the warmth of the soup turning him into a puddle of goo. His belly felt full in a way it hadn’t in years. The last meal Jazz had made for him had been when he was what? Sixteen? Before she left. Before he left.

“So,” Red started, voice firm. Danny wanted to groan again. He didn’t want to have serious discussions, not now. All he wanted to do right now was become one with the table and savor his beautiful, beautiful soup. But Red Hood was relentless. Merciless.

“You said you fell from a portal?”

He nodded. Miserably.

“You got any way to get back through said portal?”

He stilled. No, he didn’t. He really didn’t.

He thought about what would happen next. Would he go back to his Haunt? Could he? He’d found his way topside and the only stable portal connecting the two halves was in the ruins of the place that Amity used to occupy. Both his parents’ portal and Vlad’s had been victims to the shift into the Zone, both weirdly inverting on themselves, collapsing and reforming- twisting reality in ways it should never have twisted.

Vlad’s portal never stabilized, shrinking down and imploding in on itself- condensing like a dying star becoming a black hole but bursting out in radioactive shock-waves instead. It took out half of Elmerton in the explosion as well. Thankfully the neighboring town had been evacuated the moment Amity disappeared so there weren’t any casualties. But it had definitely been a close call. His parent’s portal survived on a miracle, creating an exit for the townspeople when everyone realized that the city was stuck and there was no going back. Nobody died but- there wasn’t a single citizen who hadn’t lost everything. There was only so much that could be transported through the portal after all. It was the only time anyone ever let him near enough to help, if only to use his strength to carry the boxes of meager belongings through to the other side. Boxy knew better than to mess with them when he was around.

The truth was that he didn’t have anywhere to go. Anything to do. If he weren’t only half-ghost then the loss of his Haunt and Obsession could have Ended him, but as it were it just made him sad. Restless. Core-tearingly despondent. He’d already just been listlessly haunting the cemetery, fighting ghosts when they wanted to pick a fight with him. Skulker was really the only one that tried anymore.

The most he could hope for was a natural portal popping up that he could sneak into, and that was only if it didn’t spit him back out somewhere completely different instead of the Zone. While Gotham seemed to have an abundance of ectoplasm, that didn’t mean it had an abundance of portals.

Would he build a new place for himself here? Haunt a new graveyard? He could never be human again. He’d left that life far and long behind. Maybe he’d find a house to haunt, be a proper ghost and scare some people.

The thought left a bad taste in his mouth, but he elected to ignore it. He’d only just felt a little like a human again. A mistake.

He’d stalled long enough. He shook his head and waited for Red Hood’s reaction.

“ Anyplace to go?” he questioned, tone flat. Danny couldn’t begin to tell what he was thinking, he kept his cards close to his chest. But maybe there was a hint of concern there? Or maybe he was being too optimistic.

He shrugged, truthfully not knowing how to answer that. He could try to get back to Amity, but that was a long, long while to walk and a major fight with the GIW and his parents that he didn’t want to pick. Or he could settle back into the cemetery he’d been chased from. Visit his old zombie pal, Jason and dodge Batman again. It’s not like he needed human accommodations. Nothing an old mausoleum wouldn’t do.

Danny could see the black eye-cover of Red’s helmet narrow (and wasn’t that a trip). He could feel the other man’s stare, intense and analytic. He waited.

Red Hood sighed. “Well, for now, you’re staying here until you’re healed completely . Then we’ll figure it out as we go.” He pressed a button on his helmet that made it drop back down and recover his face, then stood up and picked up the empty soup bowls. “Don’t need Bold and the Bleakness trying to kill you over something stupid again.”

Danny nodded. He could agree to that. He’d stay until the Bat-a-rang wounds and his broken arm fully healed and then drift back to the cemetery. No need to bother Red Hood any further than he already had. He didn’t deserve as much kindness as he’d already gotten. The man might seem to be a crime lord, but he cared about his people and had a surprising amount of warmth. A man like that didn’t need to worry about a thing like Danny.

He would fade out when Red Hood left and go back to where he belonged. Some dusty old mausoleum he could guard. And then he would wait out the rest of his existence there, protecting bones no one cared about anymore for as long as he continued to walk this plane. Maybe someday he’d fully die and make his way back to the empty streets of Amity, maybe by then the ghosts of his neighbors would have repopulated the town. Maybe he’d see his friends again. Maybe, someday, he could rest.

It was as good a plan as any.

“Alright, kid, rest up for now,” Red said, rinsing out the bowls and setting them to dry on a rack by the sink. Danny just watched the man move about the kitchen, enjoying the view. Red ducked out of the apron and folded it up until it was as small of a bundle as it could go and stuffed it in a side pocket on his utility belt. Well, huh. So he just carried that around with him then. Fascinating.

He turned back to Danny and pointed a stern finger in his direction. “I don’t wanna see you anywhere but that couch until you’re fully healed.”

Danny rolled his eyes and nodded. He’d be fine. Red Hood wouldn’t see him anywhere but the couch, not once he went invisible.

Red pulled his gloves on, Danny watching with rapt attention. Maybe a little too much attention when he pulled his jacket back on and his arms flexed with the movement. Hmm.

“You need help back to the couch, glow-stick?”

Danny felt himself flush, face probably turning green under the mask as he scrambled out of the chair and stumbled back to the couch, shaking his head along the way. He plopped down onto the cushions and melted a little into the blood-stained fabric with a bit of intangibility.

Red Hood huffed and shook his head, making his way toward the window and throwing a leg out and straddling the sill.

“Rest up and I’ll see you in the morning, Fetcher,” he called, giving Danny a wave.

Danny gave a wave back, a little sad that this would be the last time he saw Red Hood. He’d be gone in an hour or two, ready to haunt one of the smaller cemeteries of Gotham into perpetuity. For now, however, he’d take another nap and rest like a human just one last time.

#naps fics #dp x dc #Our Empty Graves #dpxdc

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merv606 · 8 months

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“His wine cellar would definitely be up Daniel’s alley lol”

Right?!

That makes me think of PhoomWhoosh’s Drabble where Terry knocks out Daniel and locks him in his wine cellar.

Mercy!Terry shoulda locked Daniel in there and let him he get good and drunk before going in and… well…

Terry walks in to every single bottle of wine smashed 😂

#ask #I got an ask 🤩#cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso

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scarfacehastings · 2 years

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Death Note

She needed a breather, a break. Scarlett was unable to handle the overwhelming sensation that burned in her chest ever since that night in Oslo. She’d never forget the frantic text messages that poured through from Rhett, and the way he wildly snatched her drunk ass off the street and carried her back home. Andrew Hastings, her father, had finally tracked her down and was ready to jump in. Sort of like the a prey hunting their next victim. Despite the threatening text message that said: I’ll come back for her. Scarlett tried to ignore the situation at hand. Maybe this was all a freak accident, but anyone that knew Andrew knew that he was relentless.

When Andrew Hastings had his eyes on something he went for it, when he was committed to something he finished what he set out to do, and unfortunately, his current thought process was: Killing Scarlett Hastings, his daughter.  

On most nights, like tonight, Scarlett found herself going straight home. If she didn’t go home, then she’d occupy Sevrins house or Rhetts. Those two made her feel the safest ever since Danny’s disappearing act. Except this night was different. Instead of going straight home, the brunette decided to wander the island. This would be the first time since moving here she’d actually be exploring the place she moved to.

Andrew had other plans.

Turning down an alley way that was near her house in Bellvue, she stupidly decided to take the longer way home, the scenic route. However, standing on the opposite side was Andrew Hastings himself. Grey hair glistened in the moonlight, and her blood ran cold. “What the fuck do you want!?” She bellowed into the dark air, too frightened to move. Wishing to take a step back, her small small frame collided with two muscular men who grasped at her. A sinister laugh erupting throughout the darkened area.

“I want you, Scarlett. That’s all,” his voice was taunting, and when Scarlett tried to fight off the men and run, their arms captured her. Holding her in one spot. Fearful eyes darted between them before refocusing in on her father. He was closing the distance between them, but something caught her attention from the corner of her eye. A knife was pulled from the sheath attached to his pocket, and next would be his gun if she did anything too out of pocket.

“Pl-please it wasn’t me, I promise!” She screamed, but Andrew just shook his head, tongue clicking off the roof of his mouth. As lips parted to scream, a tatted paw covered her mouth and the sharp blade was pressed firmly against the base of her throat, the tip dragging against her porcelain skin.

“Make a word and I’ll kill you,” He said with a smirk. The two always had an intense relationship, but this time there was an evil look in his eyes. A look she rarely to never seen directed towards her and in that instant, she knew. She knew that this was going to be the end, and nobody was here to stop him.

Thankfully his henchmen didn’t have ahold of her feet, as fight or flight kicked in. Mustering enough energy the young Hastings kicked her feet into the air, but she was instantly slammed into the ground. Head bouncing off the concrete. With blurred vision she watched the expensive Italian shoes move to her. The heel of Andrews shoe pressed against the side of her face, forcing her to eat the gravel. “Listen here, bitch. You’ve ruined the Hastings name enough. You will do as I say or else everyone you love will be dead. Starting with Rhett.” Crouching down, he wanted to make sure Scarlett was going to comply.

“Fuck you,” She finally got the words to be choked out, still completely out of breath from being slammed harshly into the ground. A laugh fell past his lips as the knife plunged deep into her abdomen , right below her ribcage.

“I told you not to make a sound, sweet child,” He said as his knife retracted from her body. A fistful of hair and Andrew tugged her up from the ground, knife quickly slicing across her throat as blood pooled at their feet. A smirk tugging against the corner of his lips. With satisfaction, Andrew sent a photo of lifeless Scarlett to Rhett. With the following words:

Looks like you can’t protect her after all. Checkmate. I win.

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lexosaurus · 3 years

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The Illusionist

Dannymay2021 prompt: Illusion

My Hero Academia x Danny Phantom crossover Word Count: 5262 Read on: [ao3]

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“A kid?” Shouta asked.

The muffled sound of an explosion echoed from the other side of the phone line.

“He can’t be older than sixteen.” Kamui Woods' voice crackled through the receiver. “Eraserhead, this is going to sound crazy, but the kid has multiple quirks. We can’t get near him. He keeps...shit, he just flew through another wall!”

Shouta shifted his cell between his shoulder and ear, launching himself up a wall and onto the roof of a low building. He surveyed the distance and saw a bright green light flash from across the city.

That must have been them.

“We need you to nullify the quirks so we can contain him till the Illusionment wears off.”

“Alright,” Shouta said, jumping off the roof. “Send me your location. I’m on my way.”

It was a new villain, one that the public had dubbed ‘the Illusionist.’ His quirk was simple, yet effective. If he touched someone, he could make them hallucinate their worst fear.

So far, the heroes and detectives on the case hadn’t been able to figure out much about the Illusionist himself. He never struck the same victim twice, and he didn’t seem to stick around long enough for pro heroes to find him. Not to mention, the majority of his attacks happened in dark alleyways to the local homeless population, far from any cameras that would have been able to pick up his face.

And that fact made Aizawa’s blood boil. Because these weren’t attacks of revenge. No, they were attacks from someone who thought it was fun to mess with the disenfranchised. Someone who enjoyed exerting their powers over those they perceived to be less than, like some kid on a playground squishing ants beneath their sneakers.

The Illusionist’s influence was powerful, and each victim reacted differently. For some, they just froze up, lying motionless until they were found. For others, they lashed out at anyone who dared get close.

And in a society filled with countless unknown quirks, those of his targets who did lash out—though victims themselves—still needed to be dealt with.

The good news was, the quirk’s effects weren’t permanent, and he seemed to require a fairly long recharge time in between each attack. So the pro heroes never had to deal with more than one victim at a time.

So far, the heroes and police force had figured out two ways of dealing with the Illusionists’ victims. Either the victims were knocked out or put to sleep in some way, which seemed to instantly nullify the hallucination, or the victims were captured and taken to the police station to allow the quirk’s effects to naturally run their course.

Considering the heroes really wanted the victims brought in as peacefully as possible, it had been no surprise to Shouta when the other heroes started calling him in for assistance. Especially when the victims’ hallucinations caused them to fight back.

Such as, apparently, this one.

Shouta sprinted around a corner, panting. The cool night air brushed against his face, chilling his skin. He glanced down at his phone, only to see that Wood’s location had moved once again.

Which meant that the unstable, overpowered victim was on the move.

Wonderful.

Just then, his phone lit up.

Shouta didn’t wait to see who it was. “What is it?”

“Eraserhead,” Kamui Woods said. “We’re going to lead him to you. Meet us over by the abandoned antique warehouse. And keep your phone on you, he’s a flight risk. Literally.”

“Understood. Any injuries?”

“A few civilians, but medics are already on it. Nothing serious.”

“Good.”

Shouta hung up and changed his course. He weaved between buildings, kicking up water as puddles splashed at his feet.

If the heroes needed to lure the kid so far away from people, then things weren’t looking good.

Which meant that he needed to end this. Now.

But he didn’t make it to the warehouse. Not before a flying, glowing figure appeared through the wall, crashing into him first.

On instinct, Shouta activated his quirk and sent his capture weapon to the glowing figure, but his quirk had no effect. As soon as the scarf landed on the boy, he jerked away, phasing the scarf through his body.

Shouta blinked, deactivating and reactivating the quirk again. But just like the before, nothing happened. The figure—the boy—just continued to float in the air, his glowing green eyes staring wildly into the hero as if Shouta were the most terrifying human on Earth. He raised his hand, and a neon green swirling ball began to form around his fist.

“Watch out!” a voice behind him yelled.

Aizawa ducked just in time. The green blast hit the wall just above him, burning into the bricks like acid.

“Eraserhead, hurry!” Best Jeanist yelled.

Shouta tried again to activate his quirk, but it was no use.

The boy screamed, powering up an even bigger blast than last time.

“Eraserhead!”

Tree roots shot out in front of Shouta just in time. The blast hit Kamui Woods’ shield, splintering the roots and sending pieces flying through the air.

“Shit!” Shouta deactivated his quirk and jumped back, falling in line with the heros. “He’s resistant to my quirk!”

“We need to get him away from the residential area,” Best Jeanist said. “Force him to the industrial complex.”

“You’re not forcing me anywhere,” the teen roared back in a thick accent. His white glow ebbed and flowed around him as if he were drunk. “I won’t let you get me!”

“What is he seeing?” Shouta asked the three heroes behind him.

“A kidnapping of some sort,” Hound Dog replied.

“He keeps referring to us as ‘Operatives’. We’re unsure what that means.”

Apparently their talking only angered the glowing teen further. He raised a fist and his eyes brightened, changing from green to blue. “You’re not taking me!”

“Go!” Best Jeanist shouted.

The heroes jumped out of the alley just as the teen released the glowing blue energy ball, coating the pavement in a shockwave of jagged ice.

“How many quirks does this kid have?” Kumai Woods exclaimed.

Aizawa landed on the roof and released his capture weapon. “Doesn’t matter. Get him to the warehouse. I have a plan, but I have to make a call first.”

“Got it!”

The heroes jumped off the roof, chasing the kid out the alley and through another building.

“Don’t lose him!” Hound Dog yelled, running around the corner after him.

Shouta stayed back, pulling out his phone and pressing one of his emergency contacts. He watched as another blue beam glowed from a few blocks over, followed by a burst of green.

What the hell is that kid?

He couldn’t believe what he’d witnessed. The kid could talk, could communicate, and yet he had multiple quirks? In the ten seconds Shouta had seen him, he was witness to flight, phase-shifting, glowing, cryokinesis, a green energy beam, and immunity to Shouta’s quirk.

And yet, the kid wasn’t a nomu. He had intelligence. He seemed like he could have been a regular teen. A glowing one, sure, but a regular teen nonetheless.

So how did he end up with multiple quirks? And how did he become the Illusionist’s latest target? The Illusionist had only ever targeted homeless adults before. How did this teen get caught up in the mix?

Unless he was homeless himself.

The ringing stopped, and a tentative voice picked up from the other line. “Sensei?”

Shouta breathed a sigh of relief. “Shinso, I need you to come to the field. I’ll send you a location. We need your quirk.”

“My quirk?” Shinso asked, disbelief evident in his voice.

One day Shouta would crack through that massive layer of insecurity Shinso still clung onto about his quirk.

“Illusionist hit a kid with multiple quirks. We can’t get near him and he’s resistant to my quirk. We need you to subdue him. Put him to sleep.”

“Okay. I’ll be there soon.”

“Sending a location now.”

Shouta hung up and forwarded his location before darting over to the scene, using the sound of the kid’s frantic attacks as his GPS.

His feet pounded on the concrete. His quirk and capture weapon may have been useless against the kid, but that was fine. All he had to do was stall for time before Shinso could subdue him.

There was a loud bang, followed by a crash. Shouta skidded around the block and, using his weapon, launched himself onto a nearby roof.

There was a large hole in the side of a building that thankfully appeared to be empty. Dust clouded the air, but through it Shouta could see the kid backing into the building like a cornered animal, his arms raised and glowing a threatening acid green.

Kumai woods stepped forward slowly, his arms raised above his head. “We don’t want to hurt you!

“Don’t—don’t come another step!” The teen growled, stumbling to the side. His voice had an odd, echoing quality to it. “I’ve escaped your stupid compound once, and I’ll do it again!”

Shouta jumped down from the roof, landing in front of the heroes. He crouched down, trying to appear as non threatening as possible. “What compound?”

The kid let out a bitter laugh. “Don’t act stupid! You were gloating enough last time!”

“We’re not going to take you to a compound,” Kumai Woods tried.

But reasoning with someone under the Illusionist’s influence was futile. Heroes and police officers had attempted it before, and it never worked.

“I’m not an idiot! I know what you do to people like me!”

Shouta froze, alarm bells going off in his head. Something was just... wrong. On a fundamental level, something wrong had happened to this kid. And based on the way his eyes darted around the empty room, he looked about a second away from making an escape.

Okay, Shouta had to stall. If the kid thought that the heroes were kidnappers, then maybe he could draw this out.

He tilted his head questioningly. “Sorry, I’m new here.” He felt his coworkers’ eyes burning against the back of his skull. “I wasn’t here for the last time.”

The kid’s distorted eyes locked onto him. “I’m sure you’ve read the reports.”

“Haven’t had time, actually. This is my first day.”

“You’re still wearing the suit. You’re still with them.”

Shouta stared at him for a moment. The kid’s stark white hair floated as if defying gravity, and the glow around him had almost an ethereal presence. But what stood out the most to him was his clothing. He was dressed like something out of a laboratory. His suit was thin and rubbery, with rubber gloves and boots to match.

He was definitely the product of a science experiment. There was no doubt about it. Likely a trafficked kid taken from another country and transported here for human experimentation.

Aizawa felt sick.

“Where are you from?” he asked.

“You know where.”

“I told you, this is my first day. I just moved here. I don’t know you yet.”

Apparently, that wasn’t good enough for the teen. “I’m not saying anything. You can ask Operative K over there.” He nodded towards Best Jeanist.

“What sorts of things did they do to you? Last time?”

“I—I don’t—” the teen stuttered, the green glow flickering out from his fists. He clamped his hands over his ears. “Shut up!”

“I don’t want to do those things,” Shouta continued. “I don’t want to...use you like that.”

“It doesn’t matter. If you’re with them, you’re here to take me. And I can’t, I can’t do that again. I’ll never let you take me. I’m smarter than your whole organization and you know it.” His eyes brightened with a frantic energy, warping until one eye was green and the other blue. “I’ve escaped from your stupid white compound once, and I’ll do it again.”

Aizawa rose slowly.

This wasn’t looking good.

Hurry up, Shinsho.

The kid raised his arms, and a swirling mass of green and blue encased his fist, traveling up his forearms and swallowing his elbows. It pulsated and grew, casting a shadow over the teen’s face.

“Eraserhead!” Hound Dog warned.

“I’m not going quietly.”

Shouta readied himself to dodge when a flash of purple caught his eye.

“Hey kid!” Shinso called out.

Glowing green and blue snapped over to the source of the new voice. “What?” he hissed.

Shouta could almost see the satisfied smirk under Shinso’s mask.

“Go to sleep.”

The effect was immediate. The mass of energy faded from the kid’s hands, leaving only his natural white glow. He lowered himself to the ground until his toes were touching the cement, then his knees, and finally his head. Then, just when his eyes fluttered close, a white ring appeared at his waist, traveling up his body replacing the glowing, ethereal teen with a small European looking boy.

“Whoa,” Shinso breathed.

Despite the protests behind him, Shouta slowly made his way over to the teen. His white hair had changed to black, and his skin had lost its glow completely. His laboratory clothes had been replaced with ripped jeans and a dirty white and red shirt.

He looked...plain. Boring and scrawny. If Shouta hadn’t witnessed the terrifying figure just moments ago, he could have passed the boy off as just a quirkless kid.

Whatever he was, he was asleep.

“Good job, Hitoshi,” he said, turning back around to face the heroes. Not to his surprise, his husband and other child were among the group. “Present Mic, Todoroki,” he greeted.

Hizashi—ever the optimist—gave Shouta a cheerful wave along with a chipper, “Hello!” while Shouto stood quietly behind the heroes.

“Who is he?” Shinso asked, eyeing the sleeping teen warily.

Best Jeanist made his way over to the group. “Some kid with multiple quirks. Likely from experimentation. With his amount of quirks, we have no idea what he’s like mentally. We need to get him to the police.”

“We sent them your location already. They should be here soon,” Hizashi said.

“Good.”

Shouta gave the kid one last glance.

What happened to him?

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It didn’t take long before the police, led by Detective Tsukauchi, arrived at the scene. They were able to get the kid into quirk inhibitors, load him into the back of a car, and bring him into the station before he woke up.

Yamada brought the boys back home before meeting him at the station. Shouta made a mental note to grab Shinsho his favorite take-out meal tomorrow for his immaculate quirk usage.

When they arrived at the station, they brought a couch into one of the interrogation rooms, put the kid on it, and waited.

Shouta almost felt bad for him. It would have been scary for anyone to wake up after a traumatic hallucination wearing quirk inhibitors in a cold, unfeeling room. But unfortunately, nobody had known the extent of his quirks. Victim or not, he was still unstable.

Aside from sitting upright, the kid hadn’t moved an inch, and he couldn’t seem to be able to pass the inhibitors through his body like he had with Shouta’s capture weapon.

Which was good. That meant that the quirk inhibitors were doing their job.

Shouta stared at him through the one-way mirror. He’d been half expecting the same frantic energy from the teen boy as before, but the teen just sat there quietly. His slumped body language screamed resigned, while his eyes were slowly shifting around the room as if to memorize every speck of dust in the air.

“You would never suspect that kid would have multiple quirks,” Yamada said next to him. “He just looks so...tiny.”

Aizawa took a large gulp of his much-needed coffee. “And yet, he does.”

The door behind them opened, and a woman stepped through. She stopped in front of Detective Tsukauchi. “He’s not registered. We scanned the database and found no record of anyone with multiple quirks that fit his description. In addition, we ran the sample of the green substance from his projection quirk and couldn’t find any matches to any known compounds on record. We’ve sent the samples out for further testing.”

“No matches?” Shouta asked.

“Interesting.” Detective Tsukauchi said. He turned towards the interrogation room’s door. “I believe it’s time to talk to our victim. Suzuki, I want you to stay outside. I think having more than one adult in the room may scare him off. Use your quirk, though. I have a feeling our victim may be a bit wary.”

The woman nodded and stationed herself next to Shouta. She stared at the boy, blinked, and then her eyes began to glow.

“It’s showtime.”

The moment the doorknob moved, the black haired teen’s body language shifted to something more alert, more guarded. His blue eyes tracked Tsukauchi’s movements until the detective had sat down in his metal chair.

“Hello,” he said. “I’m Detective Tsukauchi. Don’t worry, you’re not in trouble today. Would you like some water?”

The teen didn’t respond.

“Do you remember what happened?”

Based on previous victims’ responses, they had always been able to remember the hallucinations, but they couldn’t recall their actions or where they were during those times.

“It’s okay if you don’t. Again, you’re not in trouble.”

But the kid wasn’t relaxing. If anything, he looked more guarded than before. “If I’m not in trouble, then why am I here?”

“You were hit by a quirk,” he explained. “Have you heard of the Illusionist?”

The teen shifted. “Maybe.”

“He’s a villain who makes people experience their worst fears.”

A spark of recognition hit the boy’s eyes, but it was quickly masked by the previous reserved expression. “So I got hit.”

“Yes. So far his targets have all been random attacks.” Tsukauchi opened his manila folder, pulling out photographs and handing them to the teen. “This was from earlier tonight. Do you remember any of this?”

He scanned the photographs, and Aizawa watched as the color drained from the teen’s face. He stared at the folder in silence for a moment before his shaky voice said, “If I’m not in trouble, I’d like to leave.”

“We just have a few questions we’d like to ask in order to help us catch him.”

“I want to leave.”

Detective Tsukauchi seemed unphased by the kid’s request. “Alright, can I get your name? We can call your parents to come pick you up.”

As expected, the teen didn’t like this. He shoved the photographs back into Tsukauchi’s hands, leaned back against the couch, and crossed his arms. “I’m eighteen. Can I go now?”

“He’s lying,” Detective Suzuki whispered next to them.

Recognition sparked in Shouta’s brain. He remembered her, she had a Lie Detection quirk. It was quite useful for police work.

“In that case, we were unable to obtain any record of any adult with your quirk combinations. Japanese law dictates that every citizen must be registered in our quirk database. So if you are unregistered, then we’d need to go through the registration process before we can release you.”

“I’m not a Japanese citizen.”

“You here on vacation?”

The kid glared to the wall. “Something like that.”

“American?”

“Yeah.”

“How long have you been visiting?”

The teen shrugged.

Tsukauchi jotted something down in his notebook. “Then I’d need to see your passport and visitor’s documentation for the official record, since you are now a victim in an ongoing investigation.”

The teen’s eyes narrowed, and he slumped down further into the cushion. “I don’t have any.”

“What happened to it?”

The teen shrugged.

Yamada leaned into Shouta’s ear. “He’s backed into a corner.”

“Yup,” Shouta took another swig at his coffee. “He can’t get out of this one.”

The teen huffed, frustration and a tint of fear strewn across his features. He ran a hand through his messy black hair. “Listen, can I just go? I don’t remember anything, okay? I was just sleeping and then all of the sudden I...I...he got me. But I swear I wasn’t doing anything, and I didn’t see his face.”

Detective Tsukauchi nodded compassionately. “I’m very sorry that this happened to you. It’s a very vivid and traumatic experience to go through. Unfortunately, we’re in a bit of a bind currently seeing as you are either an unregistered quirk user, or you have no proof that you’re in this country legally. Now if it’s true that you’re eighteen, we can’t let you leave without contacting the US embassy to get your identification.”

Any color left in the teen’s face vanished. “What if...what if they can’t identify me?”

“Can’t identify you? For what reason?”

The teen stood suddenly and walked over to the wall. His hands trembled, and he looked downright terrified.

Who was he scared of?

He picked at the ragged hem of his shirt. “I don’t—I’m not exactly…they—they just don’t know I exist.”

Shouta glanced at Suzuki, who seemed perplexed.

“Is he telling the truth?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Suzuki said. “I don’t know how it’s possible, but he at least believes that he doesn’t have citizenship in Japan or the United States.”

“Even though he’s American.”

“Exactly.”

Aizawa’s brows furrowed, and he looked back at the teen, who was pressed up against the wall wringing his wrists with his fingers.

“Can you give me your name?” Detective Tsukauchi asked.

The teen bit his lip. “Uh it’s—it’s…” His voice was strangled. “It’s Danny Fenton.”

“He’s telling the truth.”

Detective Tsukauchi gave him a comforting smile. “Okay, Danny. And do you know where you were born?”

“Uh…The United States.”

“But, and correct me if I’m wrong, you have no birth certificate? And no documentation to show legal entry to Japan?”

“I—yeah.”

“And you’re here in Japan now. Where have you been staying exactly?”

Danny’s eyes darted around the room. “I don’t know...around?”

“Okay,” Detective Tsukauchi shut his manila folder and stood. “Again, you’re not in trouble. You were a victim of a very serious crime, and we’re here to help you. I’m going to make a quick call, and I’ll be right back. The door’s unlocked if you need anything.”

If anything, that only made Danny look more anxious than before. He nodded, his face sheet white, and he tugged at the inhibitors on his wrists.

“What’s gonna happen to him?” Yamada asked quietly. He was dressed in his civilian clothes, and his hair was thrown up into a messy low bun. Without his uniform, his compassion towards the child shined out like a beacon.

It was one of the many qualities that Shouta loved about him. His strong sense to protect the innocent, his caring nature to kids and those who were vulnerable in society, and the kindness he radiating from his being were qualities that were rare even among heroes.

“We’ll contact the US embassy, but if the boy’s telling the truth and he doesn’t have a social security number or birth certificate, then he’ll get picked up by Musutafu’s social services and he’ll be put into the system.”

Yamada stared sadly at the child through the mirror. “He’ll just run away again.”

“He will,” Shouta agreed.

“I wish we could help him.”

Shouta sighed. “We can’t save everyone.”

“But you see it, don’t you?” Yamada asked. “There’s something going on that the kid’s not telling us. How else could he have gotten multiple quirks? Do you think it has anything to do with the League?”

Shouta glanced back at Danny, who was currently crouched against the wall with his head in his hands. He looked so small, so fragile. Aizawa could only wonder what events had led him here.

Just who was Danny Fenton?

“Shouta, we can’t let him out on his own. We just can’t.”

Shouta sighed, running his thumb along the side of his coffee cup. “I know,” he said.

And he meant it.

---

“So…” Shouta started.

Danny just looked tired.

It had been a long night. Detective Tsukauchi got a hold of the US embassy’s emergency line, but they didn’t have any records of a Danny Fenton that had left the United States, nor did they have a single missing children’s report of a Danny Fenton, nor could they supposedly dig up any information of a Danny Fenton based on the information that Danny himself supplied, specifically that he was born in Illinois in a city called Amity Park.

It was as if he didn’t exist.

Detective Suzuki’s quirk was powerful, and it didn’t seem like Danny was able to fool it. After he met her and she explained her quirk to him, he finally admitted he was only fifteen. So then who was this kid? If he was from Amity Park, why did the United States have no record of him?

The heroes knew he had parents, but apparently—and Suzuki confirmed this—they’d disowned him, giving him to some shady organization. Danny wouldn’t say to who ended up with custody of him, but from what they’d been able to piece together, it hadn’t been good.

And any further digging just resulted in Danny clamming up.

So Danny was a runaway, one that apparently didn’t exist in either country he had lived in. And there was something out there that had terrified him into escaping to Musutafu and hiding here.

But he wouldn’t say what.

Regardless, the Musutafu police department now had a case of a minor in Japan who didn’t have any parents, guardians, or any known relatives in the country, nor did he have any record of housing at any point.

It was as if this kid were a ghost or something.

“What’s gonna happen to me?” Danny asked, hugging himself in his chair.

He seemed smaller up close. Too small.

“Well, social services will take you and place you in foster care,” Shouta responded.

“Oh…” Danny looked down. “You know...you’ve seen my powers. I’ll just disappear the moment we leave this building.”

Shouta raised his brows.

Of course, they all knew it. But the kid certainly had guts for admitting it out loud.

“Who are you running from?” Shouta asked.

Danny blinked at his bluntness. “No one.”

Shouta leaned in. “Is it the League of Villains? Are you connected with them?”

Danny’s arms shot out from his sides, waving frantically in front of his face. “No! No, I swear! I’m not a villain!”

“I didn’t say that.”

“I…” Danny looked lost.

“You have multiple quirks. That’s something the league’s been experimenting with. And they’re not shy about using real people to do so.”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know what to say. I’ve never met them.”

“But you weren’t born with multiple quirks,” Shouta said. “Something happened that made you this way.”

He could see as all the pieces slowly crumbled inside Danny. The kid went from looking confused, to downright terrified.

Bingo.

Aizawa’s instincts never failed him.

“Please, just let me go,” Danny begged. “I promise I won’t do anything. Please don’t hurt me.”

Shouta’s eyes widened. “Kid, slow down. I’m not here to hurt you. Okay? I’m on your side.”

That didn’t seem to help Danny at all.

Shouta set his arms on the table where Danny could see them. “You know, one of my foster kids has multiple quirks.” It was a half lie, but he didn’t think that Shouto would mind.

Sure enough, that seemed to pique Danny’s interests. “Really?”

“Yeah. Great kid, about your age. His father was experimenting with creating children who could house multiple quirks to offset his own quirk’s disadvantages, and my foster son came out of it. Just like you, he spent a lot of his life hiding too. He was alone, and scared. He didn’t know what to do or who he could trust, so he just hid.”

“What changed?” Danny asked.

“He asked for help,” Shouta said. “And we were able to bring him into a stable home.”

Danny’s eyes clouded over, and his face transformed into one of longing. As if he were visiting a memory that had long since abandoned him.

“We can get you that help too if you ask for it.”

“I...I can’t…”

Shouta sighed. “How long are you going to keep hiding? Running? Are you really okay with spending the rest of your life out on the streets?”

Danny ducked his head down. “It’s not so bad,” he muttered.

“But kid, you deserve so much more than that.”

The teen’s shoulders shuddered. He sniffed, and his hand shot up to wipe his eye.

Shouta refused to look away from him. “I don’t know how you got here, I have no idea what you’ve been through, but I know that you didn’t deserve it, and that regardless of what you think, you deserve a safe place to go home to.”

“I...I…” he croaked, curling into himself. Tears splashed onto his cheeks.

“You’re strong, you’ve done so much alone. Now we can help you.”

“I can’t…”

“You can, Danny.”

At that, Danny broke. He squeezed his eyes shut, twisting his hoodie in his hands. Shouta watched as he tried to muffle his sobs, but he couldn’t. His body shook as his emotions poured into the open.

Shouta didn’t know how long this kid had been holding it all in. Just how many days, weeks, months had he been shoving everything down, too focused on surviving each day to be able to stop and feel?

Pain stabbed Shouta’s heart. He remembered that torment all too well, one of homelessness, of abuse, of not knowing where his next meal was coming from and fighting for the bare necessities. Although he wasn’t so much of a soft, touchy-feely guy himself, right now he wanted nothing more than to reach over and hug the crying teen.

When it seemed like Danny was finally able to pull himself together, Shouta leaned in and asked, “Will you let me help you, Danny?”

Danny scrubbed at his eyes and nodded.

“If you want,” he said, making sure to articulate each word clearly. “I can assist you in getting placed in a good home. There’s another option too.”

“Yeah?”

“The other option is you can stay with me.”

Danny stilled, his eyes shooting open and his lips dropping to form a small ‘o’.

“My husband and I have a city approved foster home, and we also happen to have an open bed at the moment. Given your unique situation, I have the option of housing you if you’ll let me.”

Danny didn’t respond. He just continued to stare at Shouta in shock.

“Of course,” Shouta said quickly. “If you are uncomfortable with that, and it’s okay if you are, there are other good foster homes out there that I personally know and can get you placed in. It’s whatever you prefer.”

The teen closed his eyes and took a deep breath. When he finally looked back at Shouta, he had that same longing expression as before. “If it’s alright...could I stay with you? At least for a little while?”

The corners of his lips tugged up. He remembered all too well when Yamada turned to him just before Shouta was about to age out of the foster system and asked him if he wanted to move in together. He remembered the shock, the surprise that anyone could possibly care that much about him, that anyone would want to live with him.

And now, he had a family. One that was about to become a little bigger.

“Of course. I’d love to have you.”

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