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wastefulreverie · 5 months
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“Would you like to know how much time you have left?” Clockwork asked.
Danny had never wished more that he’d died in something with pockets so he could hide his shaking hands. The endless ticking in the lair—hundreds of hands TICK TICK TICK -ing in perfect sync—had never sounded so ominous.
“I—” his voice rattled his throat, a raw thing “—I didn’t think you gave spoilers.”
With an absent spin of their staff, Clockwork shifted from adult to child and said nothing. Dread hung heavy in the air, Clockwork’s unblinking stare piercing through it all. Danny pointedly did not make eye contact. Instead focusing on the oscillating hands of the wall behind them.
He took a breath.
“Will it make it easier, knowing?”
Clockwork blinked once, face betraying nothing.
Dammit.
He wasn’t an idiot. There was really only one outcome of this conversation. Just as there had been the day he’d first pulled on his jumpsuit, walking—tripping—through the threshold. Life snuffed out of him in less than a second.
He brought his shaking hands together and met Clockwork’s even gaze.
And answered.
Thirteen days.
Seven hours.
Thirty-six minutes.
It was somehow both longer and shorter than he’d expected.
It was also a weight off his shoulders, at least in the beginning. It wouldn’t happen any earlier than the date Clockwork had recounted that night. Thirteen days of freedom. Peace. Liberation.
Because if he thought too much about the length of thirteen days, how three-hundred or so hours wasn’t enough time— it’s not fucking FAIR —he would be swallowed by the crushing anxiety that made its permanent home in his stomach.
So there was that.
He didn’t bother telling his friends. They were already all on edge, but if he could act like all was well he could ease their worries. Because ultimately they were just worried about him, and if he was fine they would be too.
He did, however, make contingency plans. Farewell videos on a USB drive taped to the underside of his bed.
He wanted Clockwork to be wrong. Some nights he laid awake, trying his damndest to find a way off this track. This self-fulfilling prophecy. But there was nothing. That moment had already passed with that stupid news broadcast that had glued him to the couch, shaking, as his parents had shouted and jeered at the screen. Dismissive. Furious. Invested.
They hadn’t noticed when he pushed himself off the couch and stumbled, shaking, to the bathroom to purge the contents of his stomach.
It was a miracle he’d only gotten a two-day suspension for slugging Wes in the face in front of the whole cafeteria. Even more so that no one had pieced it together from that.
No one saw him. But they would. When it was too late.
He couldn’t stop it. But as he didn’t acknowledge it in the waking world it wouldn’t exist. So he reserved his existential crises for when there was nothing to distract him from the looming, inevitable deadline.
He wished he could tell Mr. Lancer that whenever he was given detention that afternoon.
On the night of the twelfth day, he didn’t sleep a wink. No amount of coffee could keep his head above his desk that morning, and so, Danny spent his final hour in detention. He considered skipping. Detention was not the place for everything to come to an end.
But wouldn’t leaving—deviating from his normal routine—up the chances of putting events in motion?
Avoidance was his specialty, after all.
Jazz could write a paper on his coping tactics alone if she hadn’t already. 
At nineteen minutes Mr. Lancer stopped in front of his desk. It was only him and Valerie today, and she sat somewhere three desks behind and to his left of him. Her hair was in a loose ponytail, loose yellow sleeves draped over her hands. The bags under her eyes rivaled his own, even though he was sure there hadn’t been too many ghosts in the past week or so—but then again, he’d not been the most attentive to things on the ghost front lately. It was probably his fault she was here at all. 
“Mr. Fenton,” Lancer said. He forced his head to turn, a feat much more difficult than it sounded. His head felt full of lead. “Is everything alright at home?”
Danny forced himself not to cringe.
“Uh.” He ignored the sound of Valerie shifting in her seat behind him. Great. An audience. “Yes.”
“I’ve noticed you’ve been getting much less sleep of late, is all.”
Now this was a load of shit. Danny’s sleep schedule was normally trash. This current existential crisis was no more taxing than his normal night activities.
Lancer continued. “And your parents have—” he paused, eyes flitting somewhere behind him. “—in light of recent revelations, I just worry, Mr. Fenton.”
Hm.
Did he know, then?
Was this it?
Danny stared stupidly for a moment, forgetting to shut his mouth. And then shrugged.
Falling back on ignorance.
If he was honest, he hadn’t quite expected Lancer to be the one to put it together, but it also made sense. 
Lancer’s mouth thinned. “I know they can be intense, especially with the scrutiny placed on our school now. No one should feel scared to come to school. Or go home,” he said, letting the words hang in the air for a moment. “This is a safe space.”
For a moment all he could hear was the drum of his heart in his chest. And then behind him, Valerie cleared her throat.
“With all due respect, Mr. Lancer,” she said, “nowhere is safe with that putrid ghost hiding among us.”
Danny didn’t turn around. Lancer’s reaction was subdued, but there was a protective fire in his eyes that confirmed Danny’s suspicions. He wondered how long ago he’d put it together.
“Ms. Gray,” Lancer said, “I see your point, but I’m just trying to ease tensions.”
Danny checked the clock.
Seventeen minutes. 
Maybe he should’ve skipped detention after all.
(No escaping the inevitable. No do-overs this time.)
Valerie scoffed. “So what? We let our guard down?” he chanced a glance behind him, and Valerie’s eyes were red-rimmed—from lack of sleep or otherwise he had no idea. “Someone here is a walking weapon and we’re supposed to ignore this? Fenton at least knows he’ll be safe at home, but what about the rest of us? We don’t get to go home to ghost-hunting parents—we have to hold our own.”
Lancer nodded. “I understand. I just think that it’s very frightening for all of us, ghost hunters or not.”
Danny’s voice cracked when he spoke. “Yeah.”
Valerie’s expression softened. “I didn’t mean to make light—”
“No. No, you’re right,” he said. “It’s not safe with Phantom as a student here. Whoever he is.”
She sighed. “Danny, I don’t know what it’s like with your parents, but—”
“But what?” he cut her off. “Because they’re ghost hunters they’re automatically the safest people in the room?” He lowered his voice. “You would think that.”
She froze. “What does that mean?”
Hm. Whoops.
“People don’t know what it’s like, I guess.”
Danny turned back around. Lancer’s stare was dripping with sympathy.
Fifteen minutes.
There was a scrape of a chair, a thud of feet, and a warm hand on his shoulder. Valerie released him just as fast. When he met her eyes, they were as wide as saucers.
“D—Danny,” she said with a note of panic. “You’re cold.”
“Yeah?” he asked.
She took a step back. He hadn’t seen her this scared since they’d been stranded on Skulker’s island together. He could see the realization dawning. 
“Val,” he said, knowing full well what was going through her head, “what’s wrong?”
“It’s not you,” she said, a desperate plea. “I can’t be this stupid.”
He sighed and Lancer stepped between them.
“Ms. Gray,” he said, “now let’s not jump to conclusions—”
“No!” she shook her head. “No, no, no! It doesn’t make sense. You’re—your parents hunt ghosts. Hunt Phantom.”
Danny crossed his arms.
“So do you.”
Lancer looked between them like Danny had announced that he liked eating golf balls. “What.”
Tears welled in Valerie’s eyes. “I trusted you!”
The minute hand inched forward.
Fourteen.
“You trusted me to what?”
Valerie clenched her fists. “Don’t do that! Don’t play stupid!”
“Ms. Gray—”
“I’m not playing.” Danny turned sideways in his desk, facing her head-on. “Tell me what you think I’ve done, Val.”
“Mr. Fenton—!”
“You replaced him. You replaced Danny. How long have you been pretending to be him? To be alive? How can you live with yourself, going home everyday and seeing his parents and—and—acting like you’re still—” she choked on her tears. “You terrorize this town, Phantom. I won’t let you take anything else from me, or anyone.”
Lancer’s eyes were wide. He’d never seen the man so shocked, in such foreign territory.
Valerie, on the other hand, was resolute. There was as much determination in her face as tears.
“I’m still me,” he said. “I died, but I came back. I never replaced myself, however that works. I am sorry, Val. There’s a lot that—”
“Shut up! Shut up shut up shut up! ”
“—that I didn’t mean to happen.”
Lancer slammed his hand on Danny’s desk.
“Can we all settle down!”
It all happened in a matter of seconds. The clock in his peripheral kept him tethered to the moment. 
Valerie reached behind her and pulled a blaster.
A flash of red—
(The minute hand moves.
Thirteen.)
—and a burst of hot pain through his side.
He crumpled forward, his head meeting the linoleum floor with a SMACK and somewhere above him a distant shout.
Everything from his side to his cranium THROBBED and it wouldn’t fucking stop.
(He’d taken hits from Val before. This shouldn’t hurt so much. Why does this—?)
Iron pooled in his mouth. 
Oh right.
Ectoplasm was thicker than blood.
Danny tried to push himself up from the floor but the world spun and his arms gave out below him and he slumped back down to the cold, hard floor.
The floor felt better.
Maybe he would…
Stay here for a while…
***
The television clicked on. A rerun of the six o’clock news.
He didn’t let Jazz turn it off.
“According to a recent report, there is speculation that our local ghost vigilante Phantom might be living among us. Care to tell us more, Lance?”
“Yes, Tiffany.” Lance Thunder’s stupid blonde hair was polished and perfect as usual and he wanted to wipe that stupid half-smile off the bastard’s face. “A ghost ID’ed as Walker —” at this, a crude picture that was mostly just a white blur appeared on the screen “— has publicly announced that our hero is a student at Casper High fooling us, flying under the radar.”
“And as far as we understand, tips from ghosts aren’t verifiable…?”
“Normally, yes, but there is evidence to suggest that—”
“This isn’t good for you,” Jazz hissed. “I know that it’s scary, but—”
“Exposure therapy,” he snapped back. “It’s gonna be the talk of the school anyway.”
She slumped back down onto the couch. “Take care of yourself.”
The door to the lab was thrown open. His parents marched through the kitchen and into the living room, perfectly eclipsing the TV.
“—telling you, Jack. The DNA scans are inconclusive at best. Their so-called ‘experts’ are out of their depths.”
“We’ll show them once and for all. If we can find out which student it’s using as cover—”
“—we’ll expose Phantom for the monster he is!”
His parents disappeared upstairs for the night, but he could still hear snippets of their vows to destroy him. 
He shot Jazz a tired look. “Easier said than done.”
***
Someone was touching him.
Everything on his left burned. Far above him were LEDs and beige ceiling tiles. He wasn’t sure when he’d been rolled onto his back. But he was now, and someone was pressing down on the spot that burned burned burned—!
Blood trickled down his throat.
How many minutes had it been?
How many did he have left?
There were voices, somewhere, but everything sounded like it was underwater. Maybe it was. Drowning would be preferable to many of the other deaths he’d prepared for. Still terrible, sure, but vivisection lowered the bar considerably. 
“—have you done!”
“He’s—” A girl’s voice wavered, quiet. “He’s Phantom. He’s not supposed to—to—”
Wow. Valerie had the decency to sound ashamed.
At least he could die knowing that his killer at least had a few shreds of regret.
(Is it sad that it’s more than he expected?)
“—little first aid.” The pain came in waves, and all Danny could hear was the rush of his stupid heart in his ears. “—expecting shootings in America, but not from a—” 
Just as fast as it came, the world melted away. His last grasp on consciousness slipped away.
(As fast as the click of a button.)
***
Wes had a punchable face.
But hey—that’s what you get for talking to the press. The accusations were written off as pretty baseless, but the damage had been done. He got inquisitive stares now and again. After all, Wes was a joke, but his interview put Danny’s name on the list of suspects and that was enough to fuck his entire life over.
After his two-day suspension, Danny had little opportunity to survey his work. Honestly, more people asked him about how bad he fucked up Wes’s face than whether or not he was Phantom.
(From what he had seen, it was in a perpetual state of purple and that was enough to curb his anger for now.)
So. He had two days off from school.
Danny went to see Clockwork.
Long Now welcomed him with welcome arms, and he broke down into a fit of whines and gripes about how it seemed like everyone was out to get him, that everyone wanted to put his head on a pike. Everyone wanted to ferret out the wolf in sheep’s clothing.
Clockwork shared their sympathies.
“No matter what I do, I just—I’m a wreck. I think someone’s figured it out. That they know, but then I mention it to Jazz or Sam or Tucker and I’m just paranoid and I think I’m paranoid now and—” he groaned. “I don’t know what to do. I’m losing my mind.”
“You do know that it’s inevitable that the truth comes to light.”
He froze. “What.”
Clockwork shifted from senior to adult. “Your paranoia isn’t for naught. It’s a matter of time.”
No. This couldn’t be happening.
He’d figure a way out.
There had to be something.
“I thought nothing was inevitable.”
“Not nothing,” Clockwork hummed. “Often, it is nothing. But not this time.”
Their words shook him to the core. He’d suspected it, sure, but confirmation was—
“I know it isn’t fair.”
“Don’t tell me what is and isn’t fair!” Danny snapped. “Your entire life isn’t—isn’t under scrutiny for everyone. If they know that I’m me, I—”
He pressed his hands to his chest.
He would be finished.
One way or another, someone would find a way to put him on their table.
The government.
His parents.
Maybe someone else out for his blood.
(His body.)
“I can’t see what will happen past them learning the truth,” Clockwork said. “But it is a fixed point. Everything past that diverges, a thousand roads. Timelines. Possibilities. I can’t tell you what to expect. The best, the worst. I cannot offer that reassurance.”
“Oh.”
They nodded. “It’s a lot to take in.”
“I don’t want them to find out,” he said in a pathetic whine.
For a long moment, Clockwork said nothing. If not for the constant ticking of clocks, he would have thought they were frozen. But then Clockwork’s expression shifted.
And they asked: 
“Would you like to know?” 
***
……
………
Warbled voices were around him again. Different.
But this time more in focus.
“Sir, Ma’am, if you could leave the room—”
“I will NOT. That is my son, and I am not leaving until someone tells me why there is a HOLE in his chest—!”
And somewhere else, a shriek of sobs.
“We’re transporting him to the hospital, you can’t—”
“I did it,” said that same, sobbing voice. “I shot him. I shot him.”
More people were touching him and Danny didn’t like it oh god no no no —
“—get him on the stretcher—”
“—the hell DID you—”
“—Ms. Gray, you—”
“—no! I want to know why—”
“—securing him, just—”
And now time did slow.
The EMTs lifted the stretcher.
And his face lolled to the side, giving him a clear view of the clock.
The minute hand moved one last time.
Just as:
“I didn’t mean to! I didn’t—he’s Phantom, I didn’t think that it would—!” Valerie, cut off, sobbing. “I’m so sorry, Danny. If you can hear me, I’m so sorry.”
And then there was silence.
Crushing darkness.
***
If he had any last doubts that his secret was out, they were snuffed out when he woke up in the hospital to the pained faces of his parents. Jazz was in the chair to his left, hair mussed up and asleep. His parents’ eyes were red with tears. In his delirium, he also noticed Sam’s backpack discarded in the corner.
How long had—?
“Two days.”
Clockwork appeared before him in their adult form. They swung their staff, looking rather pleased with themselves. Danny then realized the occupants of the room had been frozen as long as he’d been awake. 
“You’re recovering well, all considered.” Clockwork tapped a clipboard on a nearby table. “I will say, I am surprised that we took this route. It is what you might call a ‘spoiler,’ but it’s kinder than most.”
“Is it,” he said, voice hoarse.
Clockwork waited for him to finish coughing up his lungs before speaking again. “They’re handling it as best they can. I won’t say it’s great, but you’re on the way there.”
“I—what happened, again?”
And as he asked, it came rushing back.
Lancer. Valerie.
And paramedics?
Clockwork gave him a knowing smile. “Your teacher called an ambulance. In his panic, he might have let it slip that you were having a reaction because of a ghost weapon, and your parents were looped into the call.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah.”
Danny’s eyes found his frozen heart monitor, time stopped between beats. Below, his mother had tied off the top half of her HAZMAT suit and was wearing a black shirt beneath. He did notice that the contents of her weapons belt were emptied.
He turned back to Clockwork. “How did they take it?”
They shrugged. “Why don’t you ask them?”
“Wait—wait, I'm not ready.”
“How about this? I tell you how much time you have left.” They raised their staff. “Three—”
“Clockwork—”
“Two—”
“Don’t you dare!”
“Time in.”
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nick-cassidy · 1 year
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NEVER TRUST A BITCH WITHOUT HER SPECIAL BUDDY 
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ajarofpickledtears · 2 years
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gods send me strength I have to actually finish reading Agnes Grey today write a 1,300 to 1,500 word essay on the treatment of animals
the essays for Writing Skills were only ever 400 words or so I think?
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lavender-z-love · 9 months
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Highway to Heaven
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Mark Lee x Black.FemReader
Genre: Smut, Idol!boyfriend AU, Virgin!Mark AU, SoftDom+Sub!Mark, Switch!Reader Fluff in there♡
Warnings: Seggs and lots of seggs, spelling and grammar errors! (Give me time, to go through a few couple times to make sure everything is good👍. I was rushing to post this 🥲)
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
A/n: This is the final part of my little 3 part Smut series. I know, the 2nd part was written wayyyyy after the 3rd. I wanted to make sure I felt it was good before posting it. Anyway- have a good read. Im also using Mark's Korean name every now and then in this x reader.
A/N 2– PLEASE READ: If you see the name 'Kaneki' dont be alarmed, I was also wrwriting another X Reader for 'Kaneki' and his name keeps autocorrecing into this x reader. I think ive fixed all the errors, but I could be wrong.
Wordcount: Im thinkin 2500k? I'll count later ♡
Part one: Baby don't like it.
Part two: Here.
Part three: Angel.
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Mark squeezed your thighs as they were wrapped around his thin waist. Slow and steady kisses pressed onto your neck. Your nails dig into Minhyung's shoulders as a soft moan leaves your lips. There was no suprise how Mark felt about you in this moment, so you weren't shocked when you felt his longing pressed against you.
Though Mark stopped kissing you. He pulled away from your neck, smiles wryly "S-Sorry.."
"Don't apologize, it's perfectly fine." Mark's eyes stayed on you, thoughts racing at high speeds—
'How can I please her?'
'Can I make her climax good enough?'
Your back hit the soft mattress with Mark soon to follow. Your heart almost burst out of your chest— thinking of some places where to touch Mark. Thinking where to touch Mark to get him hot. Even though this was your first time together, the both of you were willing to go further and beyond for one another.
Mark unexpected, who seemed to not know anything about sex, knew exactly what buttons to push to turn you on. "Can give you a hickey here?", he softly asks
"Do what you want Kitten", you whispered.
That nervous demeanor of Mark's begins to dissolve, having a confident one replace it. Maybe too confident, you'll see why- "God you smell so nice.." Mark licked and kissed the bite mark he'd left to soothe the sweet pain he had produced.
"Did you put perfume on?", he asked in between kisses.
You nod, holding him close as your fingers run through Mark's hair. So soft you could play in his silky locks for hours.
"Yes of course baby, is it too much?"
Mark pulls away and smiles at you. Leaning in for a quick kiss before answering you. "No, not at all. I love it." The both of your lips tangled together. Heated bodies pressed against one another. Mark's tongue, against parted lips in small licks against. French kisses deepening the passion, your bodies even more molten together.
His hands searched and wondered every inch of your clothed body as he soon began to tug at your top.
"Can I?", he whispers.
"Go for it" ,you say giving him the green light, his lips find their way to your cheek. He kissed you a few times before allowing you to sit up, taking your shirt and lifting it over your head. He set it aside before laying you back down again.
His eyes darted towards your chest. Leaving his face breaking out in a red glow. 'This is so lewd' He was thinking what to do..and how to touch you; not wanting to make you feel uncomfortable or awkward. Still admiring your bronze glazed breasts, you reach out and grasp Mark's hand, bringing him back to reality. You lead his hand to your chest, having his hand cup your clothed breast.
"Y/n.."
You giggled, "Kitten, you can touch them. I promise I won't bite, unless you want me to." Teasing, winking at him. Mark averted his eyes from your flirtatious gaze.
"I just..Don't want to mess up, or make you feel uncomfortable-"
Mark pulls you close a bit to where he is able to reach around you and fiddle with your bra hook, sliding his delicate fingers underneath it. "Mark, look at me. It's your first time, we are bound to have awkward moments and mistakes. But thats apart of the process. Lets have fun with it, Okay?" Mark presses his forehead against yours, letting out a puff of air.
"Yes. I suppose you're right, Y/n. I wont think about that. I'll just think about loving you." Your hands find their way to his cheeks, pulling his face lower to place a kiss upon his nose. "You're so stunning- I don't know how I managed to control myself around you" ,He confessed
"Well, tonight Mark- you don't have to control yourself. I don't want you to, give me everything." Your boyfriend nodded and gently continued to kiss you. "And you Y/n– dont hide anything from me either", Mark commands in a husky voice.
"Fuck Mark, when you talk like that—", you mumble into his lips hungrily, "I'll show you what a slutty Minx I can be."
Mark breathes heavily at those words, his pants feeling tighter, "Yes Y/n, I'd love that." Your delicate hands feeling on your boyfriend's toned chest, tracing his abs. You tug on Mark's shirt pushing him back, causing him to naively tilt his head in confusion then realized what your goal was.
He the pulled his shirt up and over his head, discarding it into the corner. Admiring his toned body, your cheeks flush as Mark leans back on to you. His actions quite appealing to you— the way he'd done that, he seemed so confident. Though- thinking about it, how could disposing of an clothing item be so enticing?
Minhyung firmly placed his hands on your hips, hoisting you up and further on the bed. "God your skin is gorgeous."
"Mark..." ,You muttered. Feeling his lips kiss your cheek. The his hands still rest on your curvy hips. Caressing your thighs as they compress against his sides. He stopped at the waist band of your pants. "Yes?" ,He asked pulling away from your cleavage. "On the bed-"
"Huh?"
You quietly laughed, "Get on the bed." Mark was a little hesitant, he wanted to stay on top of you and do most of the work. Mark got off of you, letting you get up. He was going to just lay down, though you didn't give him a chance to. You pushed him down, climbing on top of him.
"My turn, let me treat you."
Your fingertips, traveling to his neck and caressing his face. Your eyes locked with Mark's lips and his eyes to your lips. Having convinced him you were going to kiss him, you pull away leaving him hungry for a kiss. Making way for his neck, only to hover and breathe against it. Eventually you final gave in nipped at his neck. "Tell me Kitten" ,You spoke between little bites, "Where do you want my lips?"
He lightly moaned, clutching to the bed sheets. "I want your lips on my lips of course-"
You smiled, "In due time, you must be patient. Foreplay is essential, I want to tease you just a bit baby."
Mark smirks, "So, this is what I signed up for?" You nod, "Im afraid so kitty.." , brushing your thumb against his plump lips. Your free hand wandering along his body. Abs toned, like a captivating art piece. Mark's tan skin soft, some spots with scares, each telling a story behind them. However, each making you fall more in love with him and his body. Your hand stopping at his zipper. His voice hitches, your boyfriend now sitting up to see what you were doing. You getting off of him and now placing your hands along his waist. You slowly unbuckled his belt, now watching him as you did so.
Such a sweet angel like him, what a lustful and hungry look he had in his eyes. Now that his belt was on the ground, you tugged at the button on his jeans leaving one last thing to undo. You slide off of Mark and onto your knees. Mark, now under a spell, still watching your movement. What you do next really had him wanting to just throw you down and pound into you. Your body coming closer to his torso, placing small kisses right below his belly button. Mark released a heavy breath..
'Haa.. she's so close to my–' he thinks to himself. He bites the inside of his mouth in attempt to hold back tiny moans. Just the thought of you being close to his cock began to set him off. Feeling up and down his waist, peppering kisses along his lower torso– surprising him by finaly unzipping his pants and pulling them down along with his underwear. Enough to where his member sprung out. Suddenly at the sight of if it you were a bit intimidated.
Mark was a bit embarrassed especially with you staring so much. "Y-Y/n you don't have to. I promise, I can just–"
You quickly press your lips to his, silencing him. "Mm-mm, I am– Im just trying to figure our how you're going to fit inside me" ,you nervously laugh in attempt to lighten the mood. "Even so, I don't mind going down on you Y/n– show me what to do."
"Next time baby boy, this time–".
You pause as you grasp Mark's length. His eyes shut tight, his warm lips part as you extract a moan from him. You begin pumping him, slowy just to get him used to it. You didn't want to drive him crazy, well...at least not yet. "This time, Im in Charge." Back to Mark's length— Slowly and steadly, you licked a stripe starting from the underside of his Cock and up to the tip. He shivers, as his hands grasps the sheets. Giving his head small kitten licks, observing his reactions and how sensitive he was.
Once you got the idea, your nose was soon touching Mark's torso. "Y-Y/n!" So trapped with pleasure, his cries never complete make it out. Tossing his head back in pure ecstasy. His Adam's apple bobing as he attempts to catch his breath.
"S-Slow Down!" You pull away whiping the saliva that began to build up.
"Baby, I am going slow" ,you chuckle. He glares down at you. Such a beautiful view, he'd only seen in dreams with the both of you. Up until now those dreams were made reality. Those siren eyes you return the dangerous gaze up at him. Those nails of your, gripping his thighs enough to make crescent-shaped marks. Licking your plump lips. Mark's face burned deeply and so did his ears. How erotic this was, he'd think to himself. Wanting to hid his face away.
"Here-" ,You grab Minhyung's hand and place it to you side of your face, "You can hold my hair and help control the speed if you want" ,You explain.
Mark noded a little embarrassed to say something, and you began to work your magic again. Once again, introducing that long, slow, Lick along his shaft to ease him back into it again. Both hands gripping him this time. Slowly pumping him, your lips parted as you swirled your tongue around your boyfriend's Tip.
As a reaction his fist grips your hair, hypnotized by your actions he sharply exhales. "S-Sorry you just, caught me off guard-", he explains while releasing your hair. You hummed taking his member fully in your mouth. Like torture to him, it seemed like you were teasing him, though you just wanted to make him feel extraordinary. Adding to the pressure, the pleasure- Slurping and Sucking, with occasional swirlings of your tongue making him see stars. Your head bobbing up and down as your tongue grazed the underside of Mark's Cock. His eyes study you, fingers intertwined with your hair, bundling it all up into a pony tail. Just trying to hold back,"Y/n– You can stop, Im close.."
You hummed, sending electrifying vibrations through him. You unlatch yourself from Mark, strings of saliva connecting from your lips to his Tip. Once he'd examined that, the pressure he'd been holding in his gut was starting to unravel. A burning sensation from him was getting heavier. You began pumping his messy cock in on hand before taking him back in your mouth. Driving him insane, forgetting your hair was still gathered up in his fist— he pulls you further onto his cock, with every tug, your nose touching his bellybutton. Saliva was also building up like thin strands of thread on the underside of his shaft. Your saliva dripping onto the floor, dripping down your neck and even littering on your clothed breasts; glistening in the moonlight.
Letting him guide you at a steady pace. Swear words find themselves falling past his lips. Mark leaning back, dazed. Voice like honey, moans and gasps feeding you. He sounded so good, You wanted to make him sound like this everyday. Mark's sexy orgasm unraveling itself bit by bit.
With one buck of his hips and one last time pushing your head down onto him, "F-Fuck.." ,He purred. As Mark's sweet cum painted your throat white you felt him twitch in your mouth. Finally coming back to his senses. He quickly realized, "Im sorry Y/n! Are you okay?"
You nod, covering up your mouth with your hands. Mark furrows his brows confused, until he realized– "Wait! Y/n– you don't have to.." You swallow all of him, of course he seen it. If Mark's face could turn any reder his head woukd explode from embarrassment.
Mark, helps you up and to your feet, only to push you down onto the bed. Pinning your wrists above you, his breathing was heavy. "You drive me crazy..you know that right?" You smile,"I didn't know until now." Standing up, fully disposing of his pants and underwear. Minhyung pulling you by your legs towards the end of the bed. Tugging at your skirt and panties, disposing of those too. You help by reaching around and uncliping your bra.
"You had your fun, now its my turn". Mark purred, looking down at you. His lips find their way to yours, and his hands once again; exploring every square inch. His hand finding its way between your legs. Your arousal was evident, you were drenched from getting Mark off so bad you were practically dripping. As Mark's fingers running along your drenched folds, he studies your facial expression. You grind against his fingers, signaling you want more.
Mark takes the hint, pressing his thumb against your bud. This coaxing a loud wail from you. After making friction between your grinding and Mark's fingers rubbing against you, he pushes a finger inside you. Once again gaining a sweet sound from you. Your hands shoulders, gripping onto them. The sound you made causing Mark's cock to twitch with excitement. His eye darkening at the sexy sight of his beautiful girlfriend underneath him.
Hypnotized by your beautiful cries, he suddenly acts. Adding another finger, whilst attacking one of the two buds on your chest. His tongue, assaulting your sensitive bud leaving it glistening with his saliva. Truely sending you to heaven and the two of you hadn't even actually fucked yet. With your back now arched, your hands leaving Minhyung's shoulders and sliding up to his head and gently gripping his platinum blue roots.
"M-Mark! W-Wait! Im gonna finish- I don't want to just yet..",You pleaded. How was he so good and this was his first time? You had no idea, and honestly...pretty sure he had no idea. Mark slowly removes his fingers from inside of you, bringing his wet digits into his mouth. Pulling them out with a pop following. Licking his lips, before his eyes dart down to you. "You're so sweet y/n",He mutters.
You bashfuly gazing back at him in an attempt to catch your breath from the delightful foreplay you'd just received. Your boyfriend reachinging into a nightstand, pulling out a pack of condoms.
"You were really planning this out, huh?"
"I told you, Y/n, Im ready to give you my all."
Digging through the small box, he pulls out a few small square packets it his hand. You scoffed, "Baby, do you need so many?"
Mark sheepishly smiles,"Better safe than sorry, you know?"
Your boyfriend, who's now opening the little packed replied chuckling with a slight hue over his cheeks. Mark, now rolling the condom onto his length.
"Do you want to take control Mark?" Mark declined, "Show me how its done first" ,he flirted. You giggled, pushing him down before straddling him. "Get comfortable Kitten." Your boyfriend nodded as he placed his large hands on your thighs. "Feel free to take control when you want, okay?"
He nods and you begin. Gliding your folds against Mark's cock. With anticipation, his nails digging into your soft thighs as he watches your hips swivel. You bite your lip fighting back your cries wanting to hear your boyfriend's voice. Slowly ingulfing him in, though not all of him. You sat there for a bit as the stretch was a little painful.. soon the pain subsides and transforms into pleasure.
You leaned down onto Mark, bare chest to bare chest..rising and falling, his cock twitching already. His hands slightly pushing you down onto his cock.
"Y/n, you're so warm" ,your boyfriend moaned. "And you—" ,you had to take a breath, "You're so fulfilling.." Mark's eyes fixated on the erotic scene in front of him. His hands now on your ass, pushing you down a bit further. He sat up to get a good look at you up close.
"Fuck.. your body is absolutely beautiful" Mark groaned, now pushing you down onto his cock completely. Thus making you cry louder than before. Your arms instinctively wrap around his neck. Mark gazing up at you with his hands still on your ass letting you adjust.
Your boyfriend sprinkles kisses on your chest, before having a field day with your breasts. "How do you feel Y/n?" ,he asked looking at you with a hungry look. "I'm fine Mark." Your boyfriend happily smiles, wrapping his arms around you. "G-Good.."
Your eyes shut tight, finally having the courage to move. Pushing Mark back down, you began with a steady and slow tempo. Satiny coils down to your sides; glued to your beautiful tanned skin because of the sweat. Your face of pleasure; eyes closed and mouth gaping. Mark with one eye shut and the other watching you, his lewd face handsome and on display for you. With every bounce, your breasts follow— giving him something delicious to gawk at if you don't fuck the shit out of him.
Your hands on his chest as support, curling up and scratching your boyfriend in the process. "Fuck...Y-Y/n" ,Mark grunts. Enjoying the feelinging of being sucked in and squeezed, pulled into you was overwhelming. It was taking every ounce not to cum so quickly.
"H-Hm? Is it too much kitten?" ,you teased.
Mark's His hands so hungrily reaching out to you. Finding his way to your clit, rubbing it in circles. Sending shocks of arousal throughout your body. Suddenly feeling Mark's dick burrow deeper into you. You screamed at the action adding on to the pure bliss.
Fucking into you as he gripped your thighs to help him steady his pace. The sound of skin colliding slowly building up becoming louder and louder every couple of thrusts to the point where you couldn't hear it past your moans. Seeing stars as your eyes rolled back into your skull— Thinking of nothing but the feeling of something filling you up over and over again. Mark helping you ride out your orgasm, as well as building up on his.
You were being fucked senseless, so early on into your Valentine's Sex session. "M-Minhyung! W-Wait!!" Were cries that managed to fall past your soft lips as your walls clamp around on your lover before you. Your legs shaking violently, your back archs and head thrown back.
"Oh Baby, You look so P-Pretty like this.." ,Mark Woo's. Massaging your thighs, letting you return to reality. Heavily breathing as you lay against Mark's chest.
"You okay?"
"Yes..I'm Okay.."
Gentle rubs on your back, comforting you.. somewhat lulling you to sleep. You spring up realizing. "Oh my god!"
"What?"
Your face flushes. You cover your face with your hands, using them as a shield. "What baby? Tell me whats up. Was I not okay?"
"No! It was the opposite! I-..I finished too fast!"
Mark sits up, now eye-level with you still settled on top of him. Gently holding your hands, he peals them away from your pretty face. "Hey, weren't you the one who said It would be awkward? That pur first time together wont be perfect?"
"Yes but..I wanted to hold out for you."
"It's okay if you don't hold out...well, It Just tells me what a good job Im doing", he flirted. Making you giggle with sudden spring of kisses peppered on your neck.
"I guess you are doing well, you've managed to come this far."
"You guess? Want me to do better? I do have one tally for making you 'cum' this far."
You were lifted up and put onto your back, the both of you now in missionary position. Mark held you down against his sheets. Your dark hair was littered everywhere as you looked up at him and Mark, as he looked down at you.
A soft and warm, yet intense gaze– Seemed like nothing would put a hold on the sexual tension between you two. Your chest hot with desire. Leaning in closer to you. The feeling of warm breath heave against eachother—
"Oh..Haha, you've got jokes".
Mark chuckles, pulling your body somewhat onto his lap as he readied himself to fill you up once more.
"Uh-huh, Jokes and galore", he says with a cute smirk. Without warning, you were filled to the brim with Mark's length. Your eyes widened with the sudden feeling and voice so loud you were positive Mark's neighbors could hear everything.
Mark's grip, tugging on one of your hands while the other grips the sheets. His lips nipping, kissing, whispering things into your skin as he watched your pleasured form.
With your free hand you cling to the velvety sheets. "Ngh! Fuck.. Minhyung–"
"Hm? What's that? Kitten got your tongue, Y/n?", Mark Teased. He leans onto you, kissing your chin, and slowly going down your body. Your neck, collar bone..and breasts.
His steady thrusts, speeding up with the sound of skin getting louder too. Marks lips wrapped around your nipple, as he pulled you by the wrist. The combination of his tongue going at it on your breasts + Mark filling you up, quickly sending you over the edge. Your nails now finding solace in Mark's bicep.
His other arm wraps around the arch of your back. Holding you there- after having fun with one nipple he moves on to the next. "Mark! Mm! Oh my g–" a string of cries leave your lips as your boyfriend's pelvis slams into yours.
The feeling, Tension of Minhyung's cock ravage your insides building up, leaving you speechless. Without announcement Mark pulls out, yanking the condom off and planting his seed all over your stomach.
Your orgasm that was just being built up began to die down. You sighed with disappointment feeling the sweet end leave your body. You began to sit up only to be pushed back down onto the bed.
"Hey, where are you going beautiful? I can feel you're on your second orgasm."
"Its not that big of a deal—"
With a sudden motion, your legs pulled apart. Pushed back by the pit of your knees. Mark kneels before you, eagerly looking at your pussy.
"Damn, Look how messy you've gotten. Let me clean you up a bit."
His tongue now licking a long, wet, warm stripe along your slit. Firmly gripping plush thighs, Mark pulls you onto his lips. Making out with your pussy vigorously. Tasting every inch of your cum that had leaked out of you.
Mark stepping back to look at your face, as he found joy in your expressions. Wondering why you were so quiet, to finding you covering your mouth.
He grabs your hand, holding it down to the bed. In a teasing tone,"You can pull my hair if you don't know what to do with them." Like you'd told him before the two of you got busy love making.
"I forbid you to hide your cries Minx. You're loud and expressive earlier. Don't hide now", he mumbles against your pussy. He drags your soft digits to his locks, letting your fingers latch on before continuing to eat you again.
Feeling the need to help that pressure build up again, taking your fingers amd playing with your clit. Mark feeling disappointed that you needed to do it yourself. Mark removed your hand, replacing it with his.
Your hips rolling on Mark's finger and tongue, eventually reaching that sweet end goal. Your legs vibrating around Marks head as you cum. Still Stimulating you as you reached the end.
Your pretty cries so loud, like music to Mark's ears. Felling him smile against your pussy as he laps up your juices. Rubbing your thighs to help soothe the slight aches. "Beautiful Y/n, Such a beautiful Minx."
Mark gently lowers your legs, kissing your calves as your toes point. Allowing you to come down from your high. "Fuck Kitten...You're good. Really good." You slur hungrily.
"Yeah? Good, cause' I'm not done yet gorgeous." Marks says in a low tone; his eyes clouded by love lust. "Not done?" You ask, ready for more. Your boyfriend who'd been a virgin, shy and now confident as ever. Though you weren't complaining, he was so hot like this.
"Could you please turn around for me Y/n?", he asked as he helped you to your feet.
"Since you asked so nicely", you flirted with Mark as he twirled you around. Mark now unwrapping a new condom and preparing himself for you.
On your hands and knees, you wait for Mark to position himself. As he does so, his hands slide up your waist and up your hips. His alluring voice in your ear, "Are you ready?"
His voice melting you, you nod leaning into the sheets. "Minx, don't lean that way– come here.."
Mark helping you up, you stayed on your knees and Mark right behind you. "I wanna try like this–"
His chest against your back.. Sweat making your skin stick together. One hand of his holding your hip and the other holding one of your wrists. He guides your hand over his shoulder and rests it on the back of his head. Gently kissing your shoulder as he slides inside you again. "A-Ah!"
Mark's hand now with a mind of its own making its way to your breast, and fondling it. Your head thrown back onto your boyfriend's shoulder as he grinds against you— thrusts into you.
"Damn...You feel so good, you're so beautiful—", he whispers.
"Mark– I don't think I'll be letting you sleep tonight."
"Me either–" The two of you share a kiss as Marks hips move faster. Your mouth agape more, having lovely noises spill out.
"–I can't seem to get enough of you."
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wastefulreverie · 2 years
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A couple days after his parents learned he was Phantom, Danny realized he didn't explain the nature of his condition as well as he could have.
"Can... can I talk to Phantom?"
His Mom seemed to regret speaking as soon as she'd asked.
"Uh, what do you mean?"
She bit her lip. "I mean, if you're not busy or anything. We only talked to him that first night after you, uh, switched."
"Mom," he said slowly, "you know I am Phantom, right? Like, we established this—"
"I know. I know you’re the same. It’s just that I wanted to talk to him for a second about ghost stuff.” She paused. “If that’s alright with you.”
His parents still weren’t comfortable with the ghost stuff. It probably took a lot of courage to ask him to change. He was grateful that she was willing to let him share this part of himself with her so soon.
“Yeah, sure.” He pulled on his core and made the change. White light washed over him and replaced his day-clothes with his HAZMAT suit. “So, what ghost stuff?”
She stared. “You heard that?”
“Uh, heard what?”
“About me wanting to talk about ghost stuff. I mean, I didn’t really want to go to into it earlier, but just how conscious are you and Danny of each other when you switch? Are you always listening under the surface, or like—”
“Mom, hold up.” He raised a hand. “Do you think that like, Danny and Phantom are two different, I don’t know, personalities? Or something?”
Her face went red. “Are—are you not?”
“Uh, no. I don’t think so? I’m me. Just—” he waved to himself “—me with white hair and cool outfit?”
“No.” She shook her head. “But you act so different?”
“Because I have a secret identity? Not like, whatever you’re thinking. Same Danny, I swear.”
“So, when you say that you’re Phantom... you mean that you don’t just share a body. You really are...”
“Yeah...” He tried not to waver under her shocked gaze. “Is that alright?”
“Of course! I just—I’m just surprised, is all.” She sat down on his bed. “So when Phantom told Vlad Masters to kiss his ass, that was all you. Danny.”
“Uh, I mean, Vlad is kind of complicated—”
“And the time Phantom phased some GIW into the ground by the wrists, pantsed them, and goaded a group of Casper High kids into using them as paintball targets.”
“Well, I wouldn’t say I goaded them.” He shrugged. “They were eager to do it.”
“Or the time Phantom was found loose in the car wash, high on ghost nip and trying to fight the brushes.”
“Hey!” With a rush of ectoplasm, his cheeks suddenly felt cold. “That’s—that’s uncalled for.”
“Ghost nip! Really, Danny?”
“You left it in the kitchen! I didn’t know what it was! That’s your fault, if anything!”
His Mom shook her head. “Great. I thought at least, ‘Hey! Phantom’s the wild one! Danny’s the sensible one. No need to worry about him.’ You’re going to make me go gray at forty-two, Daniel James.”
He didn’t regret most of his escapades as Phantom, but he realized now that his parents were privy to all his antics he wouldn’t have the same freedom as he once had.
“I’m sorry.”
She pressed her hand into his. They were both wearing gloves, but it was still nice to feel her warmth. “You don’t need to be. I told you before, didn’t I? That I accept you no matter what you’ve done as Phantom.”
“You thought Phantom was some other person in my head, not me.”
“That doesn’t change anything, though. Ghost or not, you’re still my son. You will always be my son.”
Despite the initial miscommunication, they were bridging a clearer understanding of what life after the reveal meant.
It didn’t seem all that bad.
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wastefulreverie · 2 years
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"This can't be legal," Danny said in a weak voice. "I mean, how are they allowed to do this?"
Lancer tensed. "It falls under a gray area. If you ask me, the Anti-Ecto Prevention Act gives them far too much jurisdiction."
The GIW, full in pure white HAZMAT suits from the overlarge hoods to the fitted boots, ushered in the next student from his class. Poor Lester walked into the tent, looking green in the face. Sweat rolled down his temples and his hands shook as the suited agent clasped his shoulder and pulled him through the curtains.
Paulina sniffed. "I don't want to be microchipped."
"Were you even listening at all?" Wes scoffed. "It's biodegradable. It'll be out of your system within a year and prevents you from being overshadowed. Unless, of course, you are a ghost." His eyes flitted to Danny. "Then who the hell knows what it'll do to you?"
"I'm not doing it." Sam crossed her arms. She was sitting on the gym floor, cross-legged. "It's unconstitutional, the total principle of it."
"I can't believe I'm agreeing with Manson," Paulina said. "But they'll have to drag me in there before they insert something underneath my flawless skin."
Valerie rolled her eyes. "Not that I object to being overshadowed, but I'd rather not have the U.S. government tracking my every move."
"There's not trackers in them," Lancer said. "They were adamant about that when we were told about this."
"Great," Sam drew out, "the untested ghost repelling microchips with unknown side effects being nonconsensually administered to minors allegedly doesn't broadcast our current locations to the government. That eases my nerves."
The tension in the room was palpable.
"I have uh, I have epilepsy," Nathan spoke up. His voice was short and clipped. "Do they even know how this'll affect that?"
Lancer put his head in his hands. "Dear Lord. I didn't sign up for this. I hate this."
The curtains were drawn back again. An agent, possibly the same one from a minute before but it was hard to tell since they all looked the same in the HAZMAT suits. He looked down at a clipboard.
"Fenton?" he called. "Daniel Fenton?"
Danny stared at the floor from where he was standing, not daring to look up and inevitably see everyone's eyes on him. The tiles on the gym floor looked like maple-colored planks of wood, but there was a thin film of clear plastic—or maybe rubber—when he slid his shoes against it.
"Fenton," repeated the agent, "come with me."
He didn't look up.
No. Because if he looked up, that meant he would have to do something. He wanted to avoid this for as long as he could.
There was a sound of rustling and in his peripheral vision he saw his classmates move out of the way as the agent stalked toward him.
He stumbled backward, not quite tripping, but struggling to keep even footing. Oh. He hoped he hadn't phased his feet through each other. He used to be bad with that. This would be the worst time and place to fall into old habits.
The agent gave him an unreadable look, face obscured by the HAZMAT mask, but Danny could feel the man's impatience as he waved the clipboard.
"Fenton. You're up."
"No."
His classmates glanced at him nervously and the agent shifted his weight, giving an agitated huff.
"Kid, you don't get a choice in this. This is for your protection."
"I can protect myself, thanks," he snapped. "I think I'll do fine without your little ghost zapping chip embedded in my arm."
"I don't know who you think you are, but just because your parents are ghost hunters doesn't make you exempt from this. All students, no exceptions."
He locked eyes with the man behind the mask. Well, it was a calculated guess at where the man's eyes were but Danny hoped his stare came across as menacing.
"It's nothing more than a pinch. I promise this won't be half as bad as you're imagining."
"Oh, I'm sure it will be."
Wes cleared his throat.
"Fenton's a—"
Without warning, Sam pulled herself to her feet and slugged Wes in the face. Hard. He stumbled backward and almost fell on one of the bleachers. Blood dripped from her knuckles and from his nose. Oh. That was going to bruise badly.
Lancer cried in alarm.
"Miss Manson!"
"Sorry, Mr. Lancer. Muscle spasm."
"We don't have time for this." The agent reached forward and grabbed Danny's shoulder as he'd done to Lester minutes before. "Come on. Let's get this done."
Danny stood his ground, and the agent pulled against him. He was stronger than the agent, and despite that, he'd phased the bottom of his shoes into the uppermost layer of the gym's floor. He wasn't going anywhere.
"How in the world—?"
Paulina started sobbing at the top of her lungs.
"I don't want to be here! I don't want to be chipped! I want to go home!"
The agent turned toward her, startled. "Now, calm down now—"
Wes staggered forward, blood dripping onto the floor as he moved. Some fell onto the agent's pristine, white boots. He jumped away from Wes like he'd been burned.
More students joined Paulina, clamoring that they didn't want to be chipped either. Sam raised her bloodied fist and shouted—an unhinged, almost feral scream while Danny gradually phased his shoes deeper into the floor. Mr. Lancer pulled a book out from somewhere and was waving it around, a loose bookmark falling out as he did so, in a futile attempt to capture everyone's attention.
Three identical agents ran out of the curtained tent at the sound of the chaos.
"What is going on!" one of them barked.
"Sir, the students are being uncooperative," the first agent said.
"I need medical attention," Wes said, unhelpfully.
The new agent, who Danny decided was the boss, accessed Wes and the drops of blood on the first agent's boots with horror.
"Agent Kilo, you didn't…"
"No, no. It was the girl."
He nodded his head to Sam, who hid her bloodied fist behind her back.
"He's a liar!" she said. "He hit Wes! We all saw it!"
The other students gave tentative nods. Ever the performer, Paulina flinched away from Agent Kilo, as if afraid he might strike her. In the midst of it all Lancer did nothing.
"Kilo," the boss's voice was stern. "That's not how we do things."
"But I didn't—"
"You're dismissed for now. We'll discuss this later." He turned to Wes. "I do apologize."
Wes looked at him like he'd grown an extra head. "Alright?"
Agent Kilo stormed away, muttering something about lying, conniving brats and threw his clipboard on the ground.
Lancer stepped in. "If I may, I do say that my students have been through an emotionally stressful experience here and I don't know if they should continue with this today. Besides, Mr. Weston does still need medical attention and I believe that should be our top priority."
The boss grunted. "Right. Return to class. We'll continue this at another date."
He waved a hand and the other agents headed back to the tent. Meanwhile, the students trailed after Lancer toward the opposite end of the gym—all sighing in relief.
As they left the gym, Sam caught Danny's shoulder and hissed in his ear. "Danny, the clipboard."
The discarded clipboard was forgotten on the floor.
"Mark our names off," she hissed. "I'll keep them distracted."
He nodded. He tapped into invisibility and retrieved the clipboard. A ballpoint pen was clipped to the top of it and he marked off the box beside his and Sam's names, doing his best to emulate Agent Kilo's loopy initials for the official confirmation. With any luck, the man wouldn't remember it later among all the chaos. With better luck, the man would be dismissed from the GIW completely.
He flipped the clipboard face-up and left it closer to the tent so that the agents would find it. He flew back into the corridor and met up with Sam, who was lingering near the end of the group.
"Got it." He dropped back onto the visible spectrum. "We're officially chipped."
"Oh, thank God. You're a literal lifesaver."
Wes turned, holding a wad of paper towels against his bloodied nose. "Please tell me I'm not the only one who just saw Fenton appear out of thin air, right?"
"You're concussed, Weston," Valerie said, not bothering to turn around and check. "He's not a ghost."
"Manson did not give me a concussion!"
"Yeah, Agent Kilo did," Nathan brushed off. "Keep up. The GIW can suck it."
That was something they could all, unquestionably, agree on.
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"He's going to notice," Kwan hissed. "There's no way he won't notice."
"No, he's not." Dash crossed his arms. "Have you seen the bags under his eyes? Fenton doesn't know what's going on any minute of the day besides when the ghosts show up—for whatever reason."
"I hear you, but ectoplasm has twice the viscosity of water." Fenton's metal water bottle sat on his desk. After Fenton evaded him after second period for a whole week, he was itching to get back at the smug nerd. Filling his water bottle with ectoplasm was a good revenge as any. All they had to do was wait for Fenton to run out of detention during a ghost attack. Wimp. "There's no way in hell."
"What even is that word? Viscosity?"
"Means thickness of a liquid."
"Uh huh. Right." Dash nodded. "Trust me, though. Fenton isn't that attentive."
Someone behind them cleared their throat.
Valerie.
"What are you two idiots doing now?"
"Filled Fenton's water bottle with ectoplasm," Kwan said.
Dash smacked him on the arm.
"Hey!"
"Don't tell her that. She's like, his girlfriend or something."
Valerie's face flushed. "I am not—"
The door creaked open and Fenton slipped back in the room with his hair swept upwards and a dented thermos hooked on his belt.
He sighed in relief. "Thank God. No Lancer."
He slid back into his desk and reached for his water bottle.
Behind them, Valerie cried in protest but it was already too late.
Fenton knocked back his water bottle and took a long, ten second drink. He smacked his lips. "Huh. Didn't remember packing that today."
He took another sip.
Kwan was going to throw up.
Dash's eyes were saucers. "Fenton—what?"
Fenton tapped his water bottle. "Oh, it's Baha Blast. Want some?"
Kwan gulped. "We're—we're good."
Fenton laughed and his teeth were green. "Suit yourself."
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wastefulreverie · 2 years
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“We probably should have expected this. In retrospect, I mean.”
Danny shot her a confused look and Jazz shrugged.
“Dad’s driving was notoriously known for being the worst in Amity Park. I mean, he pulled the Ghost Assault Vehicle in front of an eighteen wheeler.”
“Impenetrable to ghosts but not to big rigs.” He paused. “I think you’re focusing on the wrong thing here, Jazz.”
“I’m grieving. I’m sorry if my focus is shot.” She pulled on the collar of her dress—a plain black dress a size too small she’d borrowed from Sam. “You have to admit though, we’re the more sane ones here.”
Danny crossed his arms. “You think?”
Across the room, Mom—also still dressed for the funeral earlier that morning—brought the Fenton Thermos down from above her head and aimed. The ghost of a broad-shouldered man in a hooded blue and white HAZMAT suit stumbled to the side. His feet slipped into a tail and Danny winced when he hit the floor. Hard.
“We should probably be stopping this,” she pointed out.
“And what are we going to tell her? ‘Hey Mom, don’t worry! Dad won’t turn evil. He’s only the second ghost in the family now.’” He deadpanned. “Yeah, I’m sure she’ll buy that.”
“What are we supposed to do then? Let her decimate him?”
“Eh, let her catch him and we’ll set him free once she’s distracted.” He turned and headed for the stairs out of the lab. “I for one, in the meantime, will be screaming into my pillow.”
She groaned.
Funerals were the worst.
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"None of us want to be here, you know." The agent took a slow and careful sip of his coffee. "All you have to tell us is your relationship with the ecto-entity known as Danny Phantom."
Jazz looked on, maintaining her best stoic expression she could muster. "I've said enough times that I will not speak without a lawyer present."
"God lord, we're not cops. It's a simple negotiation. Tell us what we want to know and you get to go home. Your little ghost boyfriend can't be that special to you."
The agent's hard blue eyes probed her own, searching for any sign of weakness. Betrayal of the truth.
Jazz gave him nothing.
He stood from the table and groaned into his pristine, white-gloved hands.
"Who woulda thought that the Fentons' girl was Phantom's bitch? I mean, you've got to be in his pocket to keep this up."
He turned around so that his back was facing her.
"Or is a dead boy that good of a lover? Does it not sometimes feel more like you're kissing the lips of a cadaver?" He turned, expecting to elicit some sort of reaction from her.
Her shoulders rose and fell. No sign of stress. No tension. No tells.
In the face of her interrogators Jazz Fenton was calm and collected.
There was a faint sound of a voice that seemed to come from the agent's earpiece. He tapped his ear once and swore under his breath.
"Just give me five," he hissed. "I know what I'm doing. No—No, I—" he stopped and sighed. "Yes sir. Understood."
He stalked to the door and opened it. He gestured for her to stand.
Jazz swung her legs to the side of the chair and elegantly crossed the room, teal pants billowing as she walked.
"I take it no lawyer needed, then?" she said, innocently.
"Get the hell out."
Jazz grinned, eyes alight with fire. "Thank you, agent, for your courteous time this evening."
She let the door slam on the way out.
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“no one has brown eyes in amity park”
The DMV just outside of Amity Park was a small, red-bricked building with poor air conditioning and a waiting room full of broken chairs. Eva stood by the wall, stiff, waiting with her uncle for the results of her driver's permit test. After almost twenty minutes, the woman at the counter called her name and she followed her uncle with bated breath.
Oh God, what if she didn't pass? Then she would have to wait and take it again and she wouldn't be able to get her license when she turned sixteen and she'd be the last of the A-Listers to drive and—!
"You passed," the woman said. "You were one point from failing."
Her uncle clapped her on the back. "See, I told you it would be fine."
The woman at the counter began entering in more information into the computer, having her sign a few papers here and there. She paused on the question about organ donation—sending a pang through her heart. It hadn’t been more than three months since her mom passed. Died on the list for a new liver.
Her uncle’s eyes softened in understanding. “Eva, you don’t have to—”
“Yes,” she hissed. “Yes. I’ll do it.”
The rest of the questions were standard.
"Height?"
"Five-four."
"Weight?"
"One-hundred fifty."
"Eye color?"
"Brown."
The woman stopped typing and looked up from the screen. She met Eva’s gaze with her own light teal eyes.
"Pardon?"
"I have brown eyes?"
"What, so you wear colored contacts?"
"Uh, no. My natural eyes are brown. The most common eye color?"
The woman blinked a few times before turning back to the keyboard. She squinted at the screen, a little put off.
"How strange," she murmured. "Brown eyes."
Later, she left the DMV with a temporary paper driver's permit in her wallet. Her hair was frizzier than she'd like because of the heat and her pupils were constricted from the camera flash, almost lost to her caramel-colored irises.
Her uncle needed his eyes dilated. She couldn’t remember what for, but she was more than eager to get more experience behind the wheel.
She found a chair near the corner of the waiting room and settled down with her phone.
One of the optometrists walked through the waiting room and stopped in front of her. His brow furrowed in confusion.
Had something gone wrong with the dilation? How did someone mess that up?
“Um,” he said, “I couldn’t help but notice your eyes.”
She raised a brow. “Aren’t you an eye doctor?”
“Yes. Well, I mean—” he stopped “—I noticed your eye color. It’s peculiar. Is it real?”
“You’re asking if my brown eyes are real?” she said slowly. It wasn’t the first time she’d gotten a comment like that in Amity Park and it was starting to weird her out. No one in her old town had spared a second thought about her eyes. “Yeah. They’re real.”
He paled. “I’m sorry if that was a rude question. I just, I’ve been working here for almost two decades now. I don’t see many people with brown eyes.”
“How’s that? It’s the most common eye color.”
His lips formed a straight line. “Maybe outside. Amity Park is different, though. I had a patient eight—maybe nine—years ago. He moved here from Vermont. His eyes were brown too, the first time he came in for an appointment. I saw him a year after that, and his eyes had faded to hazel green.”
“And this was an adult?”
He nodded. “The strangest part was that he didn’t remember. Insisted his eyes had always been hazel green. Spooked out all of us.”
“I just moved here a few months ago,” she admitted, a little shaken. “That won’t happen to me, will it?”
The optometrist shrugged. “Stranger things have happened in Amity Park.”
His phone went off and he fumbled for it, swearing.
“I’m sorry, I have to take this.”
He ran out of the waiting room, giving Eva far more than she would like to think about.
On the morning of her sixteenth birthday, Eva’s uncle let her drive them both to the DMV. They got breakfast on the way there, sharing fast food breakfast sandwiches in the parking lot.
When it came to the actual driving test, she passed with flying colors. She adjusted her mirrors and her seat, buckled up, drove a circle around the DMV, checked her blind spot before she merged lanes, and showed the instructor she could parallel park.
When she went inside to officialize her license—her actual, full-fledged driver’s license!—the woman at the counter confirmed all her information. She’d gained an inch in the past half-year and she insisted she was still the same weight, even though she was a good five pounds heavier. Although, what confused her was her eye color.
She frowned at the “BRN” stamped on her permit.
“My eyes are green, though.”
The woman at the counter hummed. “Must be an error. I’ll change it.”
“Hm. Yeah,” Eva eyed her photo from her learner’s permit on the counter, bright green eyes and all, “don’t know how I didn’t notice it before.”
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"The Ghost Gabber is as good as new!" Dad announced, setting the newest iteration of the bane of Danny's existence on the kitchen table. "I even added a few upgrades! This baby'll be belting out ghost speak in no time!"
Danny pinched his nose. "Don't most ghosts that come out of the portal speak English, anyway?"
"Most of the humanoid ones, yes. But not all ghosts are humanoid." Dad picked up the device and flipped it on. "It's even got a longer battery life and an easier on switch than the last version!"
With any luck, he would be able to destroy the stupid thing after Dad went to bed. The last thing he wanted was to sit through breakfast again and have it go off every time he so much as breathed.
"Sounds great Dad," he hissed.
As expected, the device whirred to life.
"Sounds awful, actually." It beeped. "I am a ghost."
Danny's blood ran cold. It had never done that before.
The most it had ever done was repeat back what he'd said. How was it able to—?
Dad jumped. "There's a ghost nearby, Danny! Through our shields and everything!"
He bit his tongue.
"We oughta put the house on lockdown till we find it."
Oh shit.
The system targeted any ecto-entities within the house during lockdown. It had been a while since it had last been activated, but with as much as his core had developed since then Danny doubted he'd be able to pass under the radar. Even in human form.
"No, no! We don't have to do that!"
The machine beeped. "Don't hurt me!"
"I mean," he fumbled for an excuse, "don't you want to hear out what the ghost is saying before you—uh—incinerate it? It's probably not even humanoid."
"Please buy it. Don't hurt me."
Dad's eyes fell to the device on the table. "That's a good point, Danno!"
He sighed in relief.
The Ghost Gabber chirped again. "Thank God."
"Where are you, ghost?" Dad turned to the device. "Are you in the room with us?"
Danny pretended to examine his fingernails. If he could wait this out, maybe Dad would assume that the ghost had left. All he had to do was keep quiet.
"Ghost? Are you there?" Dad asked again.
His following attempts to question the ghost got him nowhere. Danny stood there, mentally trying to figure out how to excuse himself without speaking. If he just walked away, surely Dad would call him back and ask him where he was going. Not with a supposed ghost on the loose. Or maybe he was overthinking things. Maybe if he walked away, Dad wouldn't even notice—
"Danno?" Dad snapped his hands in front of his face. "You there?"
"Uh."
Shit.
The device crackled to life. "I am now."
Jack jumped, startled look crossing his face. "It responded when you spoke."
Danny stared at him, schooling his expression and thinking of the best way to respond. Not that it would matter what he said since the Ghost Gabber seemed intent on announcing his subconscious thoughts for the whole room to hear.
"Danny, say something. I think the ghost is responding to you."
He sighed. "Are we even sure it's a ghost? I mean, the Ghost Gabber has always been faulty, Dad."
"I am a ghost. The Ghost Gabber's a pain."
Dad’s eyes narrowed in suspicion. "The ghost is still here, Danny. It said so itself."
"The Ghost Gabber said it, not the ghost. It's just a device. We don't know for sure if there's anything in here with us."
"I said it. Don't find out I'm the ghost."
"The ghost doesn’t want us to know it’s here,” Jack pieced together. “Danny, ask it how it was able to get through the shields.”
“There’s not a ghost here, Dad.”
“I am immune to most. We sabotaged the others.”
“Who’s we?” Dad’s eyes widened. “Is there more than one here? Ask’em.”
He shook his head.
He couldn’t let him and Jazz be found out. They’d been sabotaging all their parents’ equipment for months. At least the stuff that would hurt him in human form, such as some of the stronger ghost shields. He’d been stuck inside the house for a whole school day before he figured out how to turn it off.
“Danno, come on. Don’t you want to know?”
“No,” he snapped.
“I won’t tell you.”
Dad’s brow furrowed. “So that means there’s more than one, then?”
“Dad, this is going nowhere. I think we should quit.”
”You’re learning too much. Stop this.”
“No,” Dad said, “we’re just getting started. See, the ghost is nervous now.”
“I’m not—”
“I am nervous. Dad, stop. You’ll put it together.”
It said Dad.
Shit.
Without thinking, Danny reached forward and picked up the Ghost Gabber—a slab of dull metal and blue-green circuit boards fashioned with a couple of buttons on the side—and slammed down on the kitchen table. Dad cried in protest.
He couldn’t let it reveal anything more.
"Shut up!"
"Stop, stupid thing!" it echoed.
"No, you're stupid!"
"You are going to out my secret!"
"Agh!"
He clenched his hands around the device, metal digging into his skin with cold, sharp teeth and static electricity. The device crunched under his grip, leaving clear indentions of his fingers in the frame of the device. Circuit boards popped, fizzled, and the device died in his hands, beeping and whirring machinations ceasing.
He dropped the remains of the Ghost Gabber back on the table and met Dad’s eyes with a sudden sense of horror. He realized what he’d done moments too late. After all, Danny Fenton shouldn’t have been able to crush steel with his bare hands.
Dad’s expression was bewildered and a little afraid.
“Danny…?”
“I—I can explain.”
Dad’s expression morphed into one of determination. Jaw tightened, clenched and his shoulders tensed. Poised for a fight.
When he spoke, his voice was a low growl.
“Get out of my son, spook.”
Ah, dammit.
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"You don't remember me," the ghost said, staring at Danny with a confused frown.
"I think I'd remember some creepy creature from my parents' basement, yeah," he croaked.
That was the wrong thing to say because it only seemed to frustrate the ghost further. It ran a hand through his white hair that seemed to fall into its glowing, green eyes. "But how did this happen? You should know me. You should—" it made a high-pitched sound that sounded staticky at the edges. "What happened to us?"
Danny didn't feel like the ghost meant him any harm, but something about it made the hairs on his arm stand on end. He needed to get out of here now, but there was something in him that glued his feet to the lab's floor.
"What do you remember?" The ghost asked him. "There's something wrong with us and I need to figure out where everything went wrong."
"What do I remember? That's a vague sort of question, um—" he wracked his brain. "I mean, I woke up this morning late, grabbed some breakfast—"
"No." The ghost's aura flickered and then darkened. Its green eyes swirled with something Danny couldn't quite discern. "What do you remember about the accident, Danny?"
"The accident? What accident?"
His mind began providing a number of instances the ghost could mean. Or perhaps it was a threat?
"The accident!" The ghost snapped with a clap of its white, gloved hands. "The one that started it all. That started—" it waved between the two of them "—this! What happened when you turned on the portal?"
"You mean my parents' portal? I, uh, I wasn't there when it turned on. Don't know the details but I'm sure my parents got it to go on somehow."
"Oh Ancients," it floated back a few inches or so and Danny tried not to focus on the fact that the ghost's feet had melted into one spectral limb. "You really don't remember any of it at all, do you? You don't remember being me?"
"… being you?" he sounded out the words, because obviously Danny couldn't have heard that right. This was a ghost. Who knows what it meant?
"I turned on the portal," the ghost said. "After, I found that I'd become a ghost. But not all the way. I was still able to go between human and ghost like I was stepping over a fence, but something's gone wrong. We were split. I don't remember how or where or even when. My mind is like a corrupted computer. I can't read most of the memories written there, but I know that much at least. You seem to have gotten it worse if you can't even remember being me, being Phantom."
"That's—that's ridiculous." Danny wanted to run now. Something was wrong with this ghost, this monster. Danny knew his own mind. He knew that he wasn't secretly some otherworldly creature. "You—stay away from me."
The ghost's face fell. "Oh, come on. Don't be like—"
"You're a crazy ghost and I'm going to get my parents if you don't go right back through that portal right now!" He took a few steps back, managing to trip over a booklet that his parents had left on the floor. His back hit the ground. Hard.
The ghost's expression softened. It floated nearer. "Are you—?"
Danny hissed. "Get back!"
He wasn't sure what he was thinking, but all the instincts that his parents had drilled into him from a young age came rushing back to him. There was a gun, a small pistol that even a child could use, just half-a-foot from where he'd fallen. He reached for it and aimed it at the ghost's abdomen.
"Danny, you don't need to—"
The feeling that something was wrong hadn't left him. This ghost was insane, or perhaps delusional.
He'd be remiss to let it manipulate him into believing lies about some life he'd never lived.
He fired.
His shot hit the ghost in the shoulder. Danny's own left shoulder burned as if someone had driven a sharp knife into it and twisted. He screamed in agony, doing what little he could manage not to writhe in pain on the floor. The ghost had deflected somehow. It must have. Or the shot ricocheted.
No. That wasn't right either.
Because he'd seen his shot hit the ghost. And even now the ghost's shoulder sizzled and burned green with pus or blood in the same spot as Danny's shoulder. It glared, eyes nothing but green and lip curled into a restrained snarl.
"Do you get it now? You can't—you can't deny the connection."
Danny was too pained to speak.
"I'm still not sure what's been done to us, but we're still one person. One nervous system across two bodies."
"That's—"
His stomach lurched and Danny almost emptied the contents of his stomach onto the lab floor right there.
"Looks like I got most of the pain tolerance though."
"Go't'hell."
The ghost sighed before offering a hand. "Let's get us patched up."
Danny wasn't sure if he believed this strange ghost just yet, but it wasn't like he had another other choice.
Begrudgingly, he accepted his alleged other-self's cold, dead grip.
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"I'm not sure what I'm looking at," Maddie admitted.
Lancer sighed. "Me neither. That's what I was hoping you could explain." What she'd seen on the screen was impossible.
"The cameras must have glitched. With all the ectoplasm in the air, it must have fried the wiring or something. It wouldn't be the first time."
Even that explanation was grasping at straws, but it was all she could fathom.
"Dr. Fenton, they're your cameras. The ghost-proof ones you designed and installed."
Drat.
He was right. These were the cameras she and Jack had created after the old Casper High cameras died.
She was all out of answers.
"Have you talked to him yet?"
Lancer paled. "I thought it was best I consult you first, given the known risk of overshadowing. But even that doesn't seem right."
It didn't. When a ghost overshadowed its host, it had limited use of the ghost's powers. Nothing that could change the nature or form of the person it was inhabiting.
Hand shaking, Maddie reached for the mouse again and reset the video. She needed to see this again to understand more.
The camera looked down on one of the main hallways of Casper High. It was vacant save for her son Danny and his friend Tucker. Both were standing against a row of lockers, talking. Tucker was waving around one of his devices and Danny looked a little more than disinterested. Even though there was no sounds, Maddie didn't have to guess that this was another one of his new tech toys.
And then a girl with black hair and a checkered skirt entered the frame—Sam Manson. She wore a purple backpack with four arms on either side like a spider and boots that stopped just below her knee. She pulled something from her backpack as she approached and threw it in the direction of the boys.
Danny reacted faster than Maddie would have thought possible. Rather than stepping out of the line of fire, his body stretched and morphed before her eyes. His torso rippled, clothes moving with it, and there was a gaping hole where his chest and left shoulder should be. Whatever Sam had thrown—a small book—hit the locker behind him and fell to the floor.
Beside him Tucker jumped in terror. Not because of Danny's body turning in on itself, but from the sound of the book hitting the wall. Tucker then said something that as Maddie tried to read his lips, she couldn't sound out.
Then, Danny seemed to let go of his transformation. His body rippled once more and his torso was as it should be. He said something to Sam, who clapped him on the shoulder with a smile.
The video clip ended there.
None of it made sense.
She turned back to Lancer. "What happened after this?"
"The three of them talked for a few minutes at your son's locker. Then they walked off. I followed them through the other cameras we have, but there was nothing out of the ordinary until they left the building."
"Sam and Tucker didn't even react. I wouldn't call that 'out of the ordinary.' Whatever happened there they know what it is."
Lancer's brow furrowed. "So you think it's best to speak with Ms. Manson and Mr. Foley first?"
"Could we do that?"
"I can call them from their classes now, if that's what you think the best course of action is."
"No." She shook her head. "I want to talk to them eventually, but first I think I should concur with my husband about this. Could you email this to me?"
"Dr. Fenton, I really don't think it would do either of us any good to create copies of this footage. If this got into the hands of a third-party like the GIW, we might not be able to protect your son."
"I suppose that's true." She bit her lip. That posed a problem because Jack was home with a ghost bug and couldn't leave quarantine. "Alright. Call in Sam and Tucker. I want to hear them out."
Lancer left her in his office alone. Minutes later, her son's friends names were called over the intercom.
Now all she had to do was wait.
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