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Mending a Family 36/?
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Sorry, didn't notice I hadn't uploaded this chapter to Tumblr yet. So here it is, late, but here
The New Year’s had come and gone. Jason had spent it with this family, including Roy, Raven, and Lian. They had watched the ball drop and celebrated the beginning of a new year. Danny had confirmed he wanted to stay in school, and Jason was almost finished with his car. Jazz had gotten better at sparring, and Ellie was getting bigger every day.
Life was good.
So why was Jason so depressed?
He tried to hide it from his family, but he didn’t think he was doing a good job if the subtle glances and frowns were anything to go by.
Jason stared at the clock. The green numbers read 1:13. He sighed and went back to staring at the ceiling. He felt a chill go down his body and added another blanket. Jason knew a part of his depression was his fire core being at odds with the cold weather, but he knew it wasn’t the whole reason.
Jason closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep. He tried to ignore the heavy feeling on his chest. It felt suffocating. Time passed by, and he still couldn’t go to sleep. He sat up and looked at the time again. It was 1:49.
Jason decided to get out of bed. He shivered. Didn’t he have the heater on? Jason went to the kitchen and put water for tea. He stared at the distance, his mind empty, his emotions a maelstrom.
He was brought back to the present by the sound of the whistling kettle. He quickly took it off the stove. Jason stared toward the bedrooms, hoping he hadn’t woken anyone up. After a few seconds of silence, he sat down with his tea.
Jason stared at his tea, and, eventually, it cooled down.
Suddenly, Jason stood up. He had to get out. He had to…he had to go somewhere. He left a note to Jazz in case she woke up and found him gone, took a burner phone, transformed, and flew. Jason had a few hours before he had to take Danny to school.
Jason flew invisibly, not paying attention to where he was going. Eventually, he hit the border between the US and Canada. He sat on top of a tree overlooking a highway with a brown sign in the shape of Wisconsin welcoming him.
Finally, away from his family, he let his feelings loose. There was no one here who could sense his emotions, who could ask him what was wrong. That’s what he needed.
Tears trailed on his face, leaving steam as they evaporated.
Jason looked up. The stars were shining. He could never see a night sky like this in Gotham. Danny would love this. Maybe he should stay up one of these nights with his son and watch the night sky slowly change as it turned to day. With his ice core, Danny would fall for it.
Jason reached up toward the sky, his hand blocking the stars.
“Dad,” he whispered. Jason gasped at the sudden pain in his chest. It felt like something was breaking.
He hurt so badly. He missed his old family so much. Sobs started wracking through his body before they turned into screams. He wanted his son to meet his uncles and aunts. He wanted his new family to laugh, and cry, and scream with his old one.
Jason wanted his dad to see Danny and to love him. Jason wanted his father’s love.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Jason would lose his son and his new family if he returned to his old family. They would see him as unfit and take what he had built away from him.
But, Ancients, it hurt to be away from one family. It hurt having to choose.
A despondent chirp left his lips. It wasn’t one of a parent looking for their child. It was a child calling for their parent. A chirp that fell on deaf ears.
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Bruce groaned at the ringing phone.
He had just gotten into bed from a long night at patrol, and the last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone. But it was his private phone. A phone only his children would call. Without looking, he answered.
“Hello?”
No one answered. Bruce looked at the number; he didn’t recognize it.
“Who is this,” he growled. No one but his children and Alfred should have this number.
A breath hitched. Bruce sat up. He recognized it. By God, he knew it should be impossible to recognize anyone by just a hitched breath, but he did.
“Jay lad,” he breathed out.
Are you hurt? He wanted to ask. Where are you? He wanted to demand; I’ll get you.
There was a voice in the back of his head that sounded like Alfred told him not to.
“Dad,” Jason said, then there was a dial tone.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Bruce chanted as he called the number.
“The number you are trying to reach is no longer available.”
No! He had just had Jason on the phone, and now, now. He was gone again. Bruce raised his arm, ready to throw the phone. He stopped himself at the last moment.
Bruce had never given Jason the number, but his son somehow had gotten it. It was his only way to get in contact with Jason. Not to mention that he needed it for his other children.
This was a good sign, though. Jason had reached out to him. He hadn’t said more than one word to him, but he had called. Bruce had to cling to the hope that his son would return to him. He had to.
Bruce couldn’t go back to sleep. His thoughts were full of dark curls and a mischievous smile. He heard a sweet laugh echoing through his room. It was haunting.
Jason made it back home an hour before having to wake up Danny. He stood at his son’s doorway, looking at his peaceful face.
How could he have been so stupid to jeopardize his son’s safety just because he was feeling down?
Jason held on to him for a few minutes when his son woke up.
“Is everything okay, dad?”
“Everything is fine, chum. Everything is perfect.”
In the middle of the Wisconsin wilderness, a burnt phone was left smoldering on the snowy ground.
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(DCxDP) The obligations of a rogue versus those of a parent (pt. 2)
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Tw: N/A
Will be crossposted to AO3 eventually
(Pt. 1 here) - (Pt. 3 here)
(Masterlist/subscription post)
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It was a beautiful morning. Somehow, against all odds, the sun was shining through the thick smog perpetually covering Gotham.
And Danny hated it.
He was in pain, he was exhausted, he was grieving, and all he wanted to do was sleep for at least a week.
In an act of celestial mockery, the sun shone regardless.
After around twenty minutes of tossing and turning in bed, trying to get back to sleep, Danny gave up and pried himself out of bed.
He stumbled through the hallway and into the living room, staring openly at every splash of color he saw in the small apartment. He hadn’t forgotten what color looked like in the time he was in the lab, but it was comforting to see.
Someone cleared their throat. Danny whipped his head around, eyes falling on a scrawny, gangly man sitting down in a worn armchair, hunched over a laptop. He was looking at him with a dull, bored expression.
Right. Scarecrow.
His escape.
The chase.
His mom.
“You look a lot less terrifying without the mask,” Danny blurted out, slapping his hand over his mouth. “I didn’t mean that.”
“Well, I certainly wouldn’t call my normal appearance frightening,” Scarecrow hummed, focusing his attention back onto the laptop, “that’s what the costume is for, after all.”
“Oh.”
After a brief moment of excruciating silence, Scarecrow spoke.
“You any good with computers, Danny? Hacking, and all that?”
Danny jolted. Scarecrow needed his help with something! This was great! Now, he’d have more of a reason not to get rid of him!
“Oh, uh, yeah! Not as good as my friend Tucker, but I think I’m pretty good.”
“And you’re familiar with the GiW’s systems specifically,” Scarecrow continued, beckoning him over. Danny complied, shuffling over awkwardly. “Right?”
“Well, I guess? My friends and I got into their stuff a couple of times before they…”
“Wonderful,” Scarecrow said, standing up with a stretch. He shoved the laptop into Danny’s hands and gestured for him to sit down on the couch. “Then you can hack into their system and extract whatever files you can find.”
Danny stared at the man like he’d lost his mind. He looked back at him expectantly.
Danny sat down.
“Yeah, I-I can do that. Tuck and I built a back door into their system ages ago,” he said, checking the screen. It was clear that for all the skills that Scarecrow had, hacking was definitely not one of them. “But, uh, don’t you have someone else that usually does this sort of thing for you? Not that I’m complaining!”
Scarecrow scowled, and Danny felt his heart fall into his ass.
“Usually, I do,” Scarecrow huffed, “but I chose to leave my most recent job with the Penguin early, so now there’s no way that he or Eddie will help me with anything until I make it up to them somehow.”
“Oh,” Danny said.
He had no clue whatsoever who Eddie was.
Danny got to work quickly, hoping that if he ignored the gangly man, he would leave him be. Luckily, he did just that, leaving to go work on something in another room.
Danny checked the laptop’s security before continuing Scarecrow’s progress, making sure that the GiW wouldn’t be able to grab their location.
It was…threateningly good. Whoever Eddie was, he had somehow crammed the functionality of a top-of-the-line PC into a tiny, beat-up old laptop. It almost reminded Danny of Tucker and his terrifying competence with his PDA.
Tucker.
Amity park.
Home.
Danny snapped himself out of his thoughts, tabbing back into the application Scarecrow had up and began to work his magic.
He had near full access to the entire GiW database within half an hour.
Mumbling out a quick thank-you to Tucker, he called Scarecrow over to appraise his work.
“Fixed up some food for you while you worked,” the rogue said, handing him a bowl of oatmeal, taking the laptop into his lap as he did so, “didn’t know how well you could eat, considering you’re recovering from… surgery, so I decided to stay on the safe side.”
Danny had no clue what this guy’s deal was.
He definitely did not tear up at the first genuine thoughtfulness he encountered in weeks, and he did not look away as he ate so that Scarecrow couldn’t see his face.
At least Scarecrow was too focused on the laptop to notice or care.
Or, maybe, he was just mercifully ignoring him.
Either way, Danny ate slowly, not wanting to make himself sick. He allowed himself to absentmindedly look around the room for the first time, taking everything in.
It was strangely homey. The space was filled with warm browns and yellows, a few splashes of color on the wall in the form of (obviously gifted) paintings. There was a beat-up bookshelf against the wall, clearly second-hand, filled to the brim with psychology books. On every available surface there was a different colored candle, all at different stages of use, clearly collected over the course of years.
Danny knew that the man next to him was a crazed, murderous criminal, but his home was oddly reminiscent of Jazz.
He was not about to cry.
“Danny,” Scarecrow hummed, snapping him out of his spiraling, “can you explain this to me?”
He looked over. The rogue was pointing to a new report, seemingly posted only a few hours ago.
Nodding, he took the computer into his lap, pouring over the contents.
He read the report again.
And again.
And again.
Danny swore loudly, crumpling like a wet paper bag, head in his hands.
“What?”
“It’s…” he swore again, glancing back at the laptop, “they…since you became liminal from synthetic ectoplasm, when we’re within about 500 meters of one another, our ectoplasm signatures resonate, and they can’t track us with any of their technology.”
“How is that a bad thing?”
“If we’re not that close to each other, they can track us down from anywhere in the world.”
Scarecrow went dead quiet. After what felt like the single longest minute of Danny’s life, he let out a truly exasperated sigh, slumping over in his seat.
“Yeah, me too,” Danny mumbled, utterly miserable.
“…I’ll have to move my plans back a little,” Scarecrow sighed, “I can’t drag an injured child with me when I attack the Gotham GiW base, you’ll just get in the way.”
“Oh come on,” Danny whined, “I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, Batman brings kids with him to do dangerous stuff all the time, and he’s fine!”
“Might I remind you that the second Robin died violently,” Scarecrow snapped, “and that Batman most likely has more traumatic brain injuries than all of the Gotham rogues combined. That really isn’t the winning argument you think it is.”
Danny paused, trying to think up some way to win the argument. Then, he realized what he had ignored before.
“Wait, Scarecrow, you’re gonna attack the GiW?”
“That’s the plan,” he nodded, “and call me Dr. Crane. I’m only Scarecrow when I’m in the mask.”
But,” Danny sputtered, “Sca—uh, Dr. Crane—that’s insane! The weapons they’ve got- they’ll rip you apart!”
“Not my first time,” Crane said, making Danny wince. “Besides, I have plenty of experience avoiding gunfire. I’ll live.”
“You…” Danny was silent for a while, trying to think of something to say, “fine, but you have to take me with you wherever you go. As soon as they see either of us on their radars, they’ll hunt us down.”
Dr. Crane sighed.
“…Fine. I need some time to plan anyways. Now, you’re going to help me download these files, properly format them, and send them out.”
“…Why?”
“Well, some of the other rogues might appreciate the heads up, and I’d quite like them to be indebted to me. Besides, I still need to pay back the Penguin for ditching him, and he loves knowing things that other people don’t.”
Danny paused.
“That’s an awful idea, no offense. If any of the rogues know our weaknesses, they—”
“Danny, we’re censoring everything. The only things they need to know about are the GiW specifically, and any sort of laws surrounding them.”
Danny snorted.
“You care about laws now?”
“Yes, because if we get taken to Arkham, they’ll hand us off to the GiW the moment they ask, and it’ll be completely legal.”
Oh. Danny had honestly forgotten that Arkham was an option.
“…Ok. I’ll help you. Who are we telling?”
“I don’t think you really need to know,” Dr. Crane said, the faintest shadow of an amused look on his face, “but I’ll humor you for now. We’re sending the files out to the Penguin, Riddler, Poison Ivy via Harley Quinn, Two-Face, and Red Hood.”
Danny nodded. He could live with that.
“Alright, then let’s get to work.”
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#dcxdp#dc x dp#dp x dc#dpxdc#dp x dc crossover#dp x dc fanfic#dp x dc fic#liminal scarecrow#scaredad scaredad scaredad#not pictured: scarecrow frantically googling to see what he can feed Danny without killing him#and also going through everything in his kitchen to find something that isn’t spoiled#he lives like a 20 year old bachelor in terms of food. just takeout and moldy bread in there#maybe a can of soup if he’s feeling adventurous#scarecrow: ah yes I am feeding him soft foods to keep my lead on the GiW alive. No sentimental reason whatsoever#danny who is about to start bawling his eyes out:#the boy had to battle resurrected food for years. he is NOT used to being fed actual edible things#danny: scarecrow could kill me at any moment. that’s why he’s feeding me and worrying about my health and safety#btw HUGE shoutout to the riddler for cramming an entire gaming pc into a 2007 microsoft computer#or some shit like that#and just giving it to scarecrow. for free. just bestie things
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Prompt : The Mean Girls of Wayne Enterprises
Hear me out…. Mean Girls but make it DCxDP.
The public personas that the bats present, modeled after “Brucie” Wayne are the perfect templates for Mean Girls shenanigans.
Imagine : Our favourite ghost boy has decided to venture out into the world after making sure that Amity would be safe and secure (perks of being the recently crowned King). Danny knows he’d never pass the physical tests to be an astronaut but that doesn’t mean he can’t at least achieve part of his space dream. He’d done his research, very thoroughly at that, and overall it was Wayne Enterprises that came out on top. Their aerospace department was miles ahead of the competition - presumably something to do with Bruce Wayne literally being the one funding the Justice League (and if rumour is to be believed, the OG sugar daddy for a certain Bat).
Disregarding Danny’s personal feelings about the JL, the chance to create technology that will be used in SPACE, for space exploration and understanding was too good to pass up.
Just the thought alone filled him with a sense of contentment. Thankyou space obsession.
Which is what had lead to the current situation - an internship at Wayne Enterprises itself. How he landed it, he has no clue - sure, he’s got some smarts (much more than he’ll give himself credit for) but his grades had suffered from his years of literally saving the city (and by extension, the world). Perhaps it was fate? Or more likely, a meddling time god…
Danny wasn’t complaining though.
Only three hours in to the position and he was barely containing his excitement - literally, the fulfillment of his secondary obsession, regardless of how second hand it might be, created such a buzz in his core. He was having to consciously stop his more ghostly attributes from shining through - not even metaphorically shining, damn you LED freckles (yes we’re using the concept of Danny’s ghost from reflecting his love of space - constellation freckles and all)
Now though, he had been released to break in the cafeteria. There was a panicked moment of ‘oh shit, where do I sit?’ But thankfully, his (half) life was saved by one of his new coworkers calling him over with a friendly wave.
“Hey, Daniel, right?”
“I go by Danny but yeah, thanks for the save there” a awkward laugh at his own words, “didn’t expect it to feel like high school all over again”
There’s polite laughter amongst the table and the conversation flows over to casual small talk. At least, it does until out of nowhere, all eyes jump to the doors.
Enter : The Plastics.
Richard Grayson - the dumbest guy you’ll ever meet.
“Once, he asked me why aster isn’t the opposite of disaster”
Timothy Drake - knows everything about everyone.
“That’s why his eyebags are so big - they’re full of secrets”
And the queen bee, Damian Wayne.
“Once he called me an uncultured swine… it was awesome”
(I don’t know what’s better - Damian aged up to match Danny or tiny Damian being Regina)
What follows is a comedic story: Danny meeting the three, them assuming he’s going to be out of touch being from the Midwest (he is but only in the sense that his version of normal is Fenton dumbfuckery) , him eventually getting past their public personas by just not giving a shit for their drama - he grew up with the QUEEN of mean girls, the Wayne boys have nothing on Paulina Sanchez.
Just, Mean girls Waynes… that’s it - that’s the post.
#dpxdc#funny#dc x dp#dcxdp#dp x dc#danny phantom#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#space core danny#batpham#dick grayson#damian wayne#tim drake#mean girls#danny is just happy to work with space tech#he doesn’t care for the drama#let the boy do his space stuff
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Gold can be exchanged for goods and services (o.o )
Pariah's Keep probably has a shit ton of Precious Goods from various places.
Danny is become King?
If Danny becomes King... then the Zone will somewhat obey him. The Crown and Ring could EASILY tell him where the next natural portal is, where it opens up, and for how long. How many there are. Could probably make a few.
Probably WAS supposed to be making them. Consciously. But, well, Coma(tm).
Would probably count as Kingly Duty to filter and collect. Clean Ecto goes out for souls that remain, a Gateway home for those that wish to LEAVE, so forth and so on.
Effectively, being The Grim Reaper. You don't CAUSE Death. You just guide the way home. If folks so choose.
And that's neat! Horrifying, but neat! And Danny can TOTALLY see how it would eventually drive him completely breakfast cereal fruity nuggets! LUCKILY, he's got a vaguely bro's/Mentor thing going with the ghost who has ALL OF POSSIBLE TIME flowing through HIS head! So Danny should be Gucci!
The headaches suck though.
But WHAT... to do with all this Gold and valuable Space Goods? Most of these aren't even recognized currency on earth! Like the Shells. You could buy a mansion with one of those... on the right planet. On Earth? Pretty paperweight. Hmmmm >.>
Wait.
WAIT!
<o> *points to top of head!* CROWN! It can? Predict and make PORTALS!
Portals lead any WHERE and any WHEN!
:O
Gold... can be exchanged for goods and services. He remembers, holding a gold brick, about to eat so, SO much pizza.
But WAIT! I hear you wondering! Surely, you mean? Within his past? The history and region of space he knows, right? Ha ha :) Nope! Cowards.
Danny is on the alien otter's planet, trading those sweet, sweet Shells for some snacks no human could eat and a shawl for his sister! He's hiding, badly, behind a food stall in the Martian market place. Hoping future hero J'onn Johnes doesn't notice him.
Lying to the Space Cops, bout where his untraceable Space Money came from, on an alien trading satellite. The Green Lantern's not buying it. Oh noooo >.> sudden Fright Knight. Looming Menacingly by the loading doooocks. Everyone's upset! Definitely not related to him! Better go check on that! :) *gets the heck out of dodge* (my king. Please stop using me as a distraction.) (No promises)
But! It's all fun and games? Until your human friends get sick. Like... REALLY sick.
And then you suddenly remember time and space mean nothing to you. One 15 minute flight that way, two doors, a quick flight of stairs, and a literal child's play place slide? You could be in the 32nd century.
That disease is AT BEST, an unpleasant afternoon, there.
Here, your friend could die.
You trade a student two Spanish dubloons. They have no idea what they are. Just like the look of them and know they're real metal. They walk into the pharmacy for you. Don't question your "social experiment paper" lie.
You're back in less then an hour.
The screaming argument about ethics and mortality lasts hours.
She still takes the medicine. Gets better. Won't talk to you for months. Because why does HER life matter more? Why bend the rules for HER? And you can't bring yourself to say what pulses as Truth from both Crown and Ring.
You could because she didn't Matter. Time... would not notice, nor change. She was in no way pivotal to the flow of history, must one more ant beneath its unrelenting march. Mattering only because those who love her CARE. Because one or two little things might change for the better.
But it takes the shine off of it, a little.
Being able to go to the FUTURE. Watch movies and see aliens and humans alike in the crowd. Read books and dance to songs from people who won't be born for hundreds of years. Eat snacks from the farthest reaches of the cosmos. Or the early BCs!
And that's BEFORE other time travelers clock him as That Shopping Guy. The one who keeps popping up... buying things. For what? Unknown. Probably dinner. Half the time it's food. Trinkets. Once it was a really, REALLY nice goat. (His aunt was THRILLED.)
It probably drives Bart crazy. Because NO ONE knows anything about the guy? Everyone just universally goes "oooh yeah! HIM! Yeah, he sure does Exsist(tm). Very... present and exsistant." Like that's not CRAZY! He has so many question. So Many! What is he even BUYING!? Why? Is there an order? Or is he winging it?!
*pulls out list* he needs ANSWERS!
@hypewinter @hdgnj @ailithnight
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hi! could you write something where daniel larusso is at soccer practice & his girlfriend is there watching him, and then afterwards when practice is done, they sneak off under the bleachers and talk & hold hands and kiss? y'know, just typical high school stuff 🫶🏻 thank you!
You've Got A Smile That Can Light Up This Whole Town — Daniel Larusso
pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader
warning [s] : none
a/n [s] : thank YOU for the request! I hope this fulfills what you asked.
You sat on the bleachers, doing your homework two classes before. The hot sun beams down on you as you stare at Daniel. In all of his glory, he passed the ball through the green grass on the field. His coach is yelling at the team to “get themselves together” because they had choked the scrimmage.
The coach says they're off for the day and you see him running his sweaty hair back. Daniel picks up his stuff from the ground, takes his water bottle out, and takes a chug from it. You hear his Long Island accent ring out as he talks to one of his teammates, Josh. You were never quite fond of his team, as some of them had messed with your best friend.
A couple minutes later you finished your homework and put it in your backpack. You continued staring at Daniel. It was hard not to. His gorgeous tan skin was shining in the sun. He was slightly sweaty, shaking out his dark-brown hair. Daniel walked around the bleachers and up the stairs, carrying his soccer bag. You smile at him as he drops his bag next to yours and sits down. “Hey, Danny! How was the practice? You smell like sweat.” You teased and he put his arm around your shoulders. “Hey there.. the practice was good. Coach just will not get off of us over a scrimmage.” He says groaning.
“So dramatic aren't you? Wanna go under the bleachers? This heat is killing me.” You say, picking up your backpack and standing up. “And I'm the dramatic one?” Daniel says, grabbing his stuff and following you as you race down the stairs and to under the metal bleachers.
There's a couple people, mostly you and Daniel’s friends that are relaxing. You wave at your friend from chemistry and she smiles at you, just before her obnoxious boyfriend starts eating her mouth again. You make sure there are no teachers and pull Danny’s hand to get him closer to you. It provided a secret hiding place for you and Daniel to spend time together.
Daniel takes his jacket from his bag and puts it on the ground for you two to sit on. “Such a gentleman aren't you?" You said, grabbing his jersey to pull him down to the ground with you. He pulls out a couple of snacks his Mother packs for him whenever he has practiced. It's an assortment of finger food, crackers, and pretzels.
“How was class?” Daniel asks eventually, swinging his arms around your shoulders once more pulling you into his side. You remember, one day, his mother said you fit together like puzzle pieces and you almost cried. He was your best love, the sweetest and most caring boy ever who was completely fearless. “It was good. Mr. Johnson was yelling at this girl today and it was so hilarious.” Daniel laughs along with you as he stares at you while you speak about other classes you've had today.
Daniel was always a romantic after being raised extremely well by Lucille. He would never let you open a door if he was there, even if it was your bedroom door. The way he wrote notes for you and hid them in your books for every class. You always wondered how you were able to catch him. The star of the soccer team and the star of the Miyagi-Do Karate dojo. Even if he was the only one in the dojo.
“How was your day Danny? How was class?” You ask, taking another handful of snacks to eat. He starts talking about an annoying teacher, and a random thing that happened with Johnny. You can't help but admire him, the way he always has a small smile on his face when he explains stuff. His nose squeezes together whenever he eats a super salty pretzel but he continues explaining.
“Are you even listening baby?” Daniel says a few seconds later, after seeing (what he calls it) “your head in the clouds look”. You shake your head out of your daydream. “No! No, I'm listening. You were talking about Ashley Henderson!” You spout out, not sure if you were exactly right. You lay further on his shoulder and you smell his cologne. “Yeah alright." Danny’s Long Island was thicker whenever he was slightly tired. After practice, he would be almost unintelligible as you heard the way his words would stick together.
“Y’know. My Ma asked if you wanted to come over for dinner tonight. We're having her famous lasagna I think. My Nonna taught it to her.” Daniel asks, running his fingers down your spine, something he did unconsciously whenever you laid on him.
You sat up slightly, looking up at his baby browns and his jaw. He has a small scar on the edge of his face from falling when he was younger. You always liked to kiss over it whenever you were alone. Secretly, Daniel loved it too. You let your lips fall on the scar, giving a small peck onto it. "Yeah, I'll come. Lucille always makes the best food. She could serve me mud and grass and I think I would still eat it.
“She does make pretty good food doesn't she?” He says, giving you a small smirk before holding his hand out for you to take. It was something he did after he got punched in the lip and you said he couldn't talk just in case he'd hurt his lip and to “hold out your hand if you want me to hold it.” You grabbed his hand and interlocked your fingers together with his. He smiled at you before leaning close to your face.
You connect your lips with his, giving a slow kiss to him. Daniel slowly reaches his hand to your face, holding it as you continue kissing. Some of Danny's teammates walk up behind him and smack his shoulders before saying, “Get some!” You had to pull away to laugh as he turned away embarrassed.
“Your teammates are crazy Danny.” You say, pointing out the obvious as Daniel runs his hand down your arm. “Yeah I know. I gotta’ play with them baby.” He says sarcastically throwing his head to the side. You laugh at him as he readjusts his hips, slowly pushing them up to fix his back.
You grin as you lay back down on his shoulder. After it got hurt during the karate tournament, you were always careful about putting too much pressure on it. Daniel told you it was fine, but you were still worried. Danny stares up at the clock that sat outside and looks back at you. “We have five minutes until our next class. What do you wanna do for the rest? Jus’ relax or am I thinking what you're thinking..?”
You push yourself up off the ground and stare into Daniel’s eyes. After dating Daniel for a year, you always notice his eyes have a sense of mischievousness in them. Lucille would always point it out too, how whenever he would look at something, there would always be a look in his eyes daring himself to do something.
"Oh, Daniel! No… I'm gonna get to class before I'm late. You know I have Mr. Thompson." You said, gently slapping his shoulder. He always knows you're joking, but you see him pretend to be upset and pout his lip out. You grab your backpack off the ground and his jacket. He grabs your arm and pulls you into a hug. "Hey, I'll see you later," Daniel says. You smile before hugging him again and kissing his cheek before walking off to your class. He waves you off, staring at you and you walk away.
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Better than me - Charles Leclerc x Reader P3
Plot: You are a rookie in your first f1 season, adding to the ever-growing amount of Brits performing in the grid.
Credit to countingstars-17 for the GIF
"I think this is the perfect outfit" your manager tells you, as you open the door for her. You'd asked for her opinion on what you should wear, knowing that you'd be in pictures with your friends tonight and you didn't want to come across badly on the media.
"Do you want to drive?" she asked, you didn't normally drink but she didn't know if you'd want to let loose and have some fun tonight where you'd performed so well in the race.
"Erm, no I'll drive. You know what I'm like" you smiled, the minute you passed your test on your 17th birthday you never let anyone else drive.
"Well, seems like your all ready. Bahrain has been a blast, so lets go party tonight and get you ready for Saudi yeah?" she smiles and you both head down to the rental Audi you'd been using while here in Bahrain.
You'd pulled up to the venue that Charles had sent you after you exchanged numbers. Half an hour after that you'd been added to a group chat called 'The Grid Boiss'
𝚈/𝙽: 𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚗𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝…
𝙻𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚌: 𝙾𝚑, 𝚑𝚖𝚖𝚖 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎. 𝙷𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜!
𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎: 𝙳𝚘 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚋𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚎, 𝙸 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚗𝚎𝚠 𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚈/𝙽.
𝙻𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚘: 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚋𝚘𝚒 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝?
𝚈/𝙽: 𝙽𝚘 𝚠𝚊𝚢, 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍 𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚊𝚗, 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚑𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚐𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜!
-𝙶𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚙𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝙱𝚘𝚒𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝙶𝚛𝚒𝚍 𝙶𝚒𝚛𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚎
𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛: 𝙶𝚎𝚘𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚞𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙!
𝚂𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚣 𝙹𝚛: 𝚆𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙, 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡?
𝚂𝚒𝚛 𝙻𝚎𝚠𝚒𝚜: 𝙶𝚞𝚢𝚜, 𝚍𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚌 𝚘𝚏 𝚁𝚘𝚜𝚌𝚘𝚎?
You'd laughed at the fact that the whole name had been changed just for you.
"Y/N over here! Come here!" you heard from the left and see a load of flashing cameras as you hop out the car. Your manager had agreed she would park your car while you went in and made appearances.
You walk over to see fans and the Paparazzi, all taking pictures. You start to sign objects thrusted towards you, some getting progressively stranger making you laugh with the fans. You had a few people ask for pictures and hugs so of course you oblige, taking selfies left and right giggling while people ask you numerous questions.
Eventually you say your goodbyes and head into the club, the bouncer not recognizing you, made a scrunched face waving his hand for you to leave.
"I've been invited by Charles Leclerc I'm a" you start but the tall man interrupts you.
"You know how many times I've heard that sweetheart, now lets ,move on and go down the street" he says his hand softly resting on your shoulder.
"I'm a driver, I'm with Audi this year sir. Not a fan" you try to explain but he scoffs.
"Sure you are... and I'm" he starts but Charles and Daniel come rolling out the club dying of laughter, before spotting you.
"Y'N" Daniel shines, pulling you in for a hug and leaning down to place a friendly kiss on your cheek.
"My apologies" the security guard admits. Nodding for you to follow the two guys in.
You take Danny's hand dragging him in, you walk through into the dark room faced by Neon lights and smoke from a machine up at the DJ booth.
"Is- is that Lando?" you shout to Danny and Charles over the music trying to work out in the person in the bucket hat up at the DJ booth messing around with the actual DJ.
"Yes, yes it is" Danny laughs shaking his head.
"Pierre, Alex!" you shout spotting them by the bar.
"Ahhh Y/N you want us to get you a drink?" Pierre smirks, looking behind you a Charles who had an odd expression on his face.
You'd only really given him a short hello when you'd first arrived and it irked him, he wanted you to talk to him, he wanted to get to know you.
But then again, the club wasn't exactly the best place for deep and meaningful conversations.
"Well Charles won today, so maybe let him buy the drinks?" Alex asks also seeing the expression on his face.
"One thing i wont ever say no to is a free drink, however I am driving so no alcohol please" you say twisting round to look at Charles having felt his presence behind you for a while.
"You've been driving all day, and you will drive here and back?" Charles asks, his gaze was so... prominent. It had your head dipping down not to meet his eye.
"I don't trust anyone else to drive" you smile, Pierre grabs you the drink, Charles leaning over you to swipe his card on the reader. He smiled down at you before taking the glass and bringing it to your waiting hand.
"Thanks, love" you grin, nodding you head at him.
"Hey guys, you look amazing Y/N" Lewis says coming over and joining the group, George trailing behind him. You pull him in for a hug thanking him for the compliment before returning it.
"You wanna go dance?" Charles asks placing his empty glass on the counter, looking over you.
"Yeah sure! You guys coming?" you ask the group that you'd situated yourself with for the night.
"Nah, we're gonna attempt to pull Lando away from the booth" Alex laughs, looking up to the stage, Lando was dancing to the beat, headphones on around his neck while the DJ just had his arms crossed watching him.
"Okay, if you need help just come and grab us" you smiled before taking Charles hand, you pull him into the middle of the dance floor.
You both are dancing together, originally you'd been facing each other, just watching each other and the way that they moved. However, as the dancing became more you'd turned around and his hands had swiftly made their way onto your waist.
Between the dancing Charles had gone back and forth getting drinks, having now been on his 4th shot and seventh drink he was beyond drunk.
You pulled him too a quiet corner, so that he could here you a little better.
"Charlie, listen to me. Do you have a way back to the hotel?" you ask, looking around to see if you can find Danny, Lewis or Pierre. The people you assumed that would be taking him home.
"Pierre he took me here" he grins, leaning into you resting his head on your stomach groaning.
"Okay stay here in this seat. I'm going to find him" you direct, you move back onto the dance floor, looking around for people. However, Pierre seemed to not be there, only Alex and George remained, talking to one another.
"Hey guys where's Pierre?" you ask, coming up next to their booth.
"Oh, he left with Lewis, Oscar and Lando a while ago" Alex offers, looking over at George hoping he'll add to the statement.
"Yeah Lando and Oscar were very drunk so they took them home. Why?" George asks.
"Charles is really drunk and he's saying Pierre was supposed to take him back!" you admit, not knowing what to do.
"Well, my cars full. You drove didn't you? Could you take him back?" Alex asks, smiling slightly making you groan.
"Sure, but if he throws up in MY rental, you Pierre and Charles are splitting that" you frown, looking back at Charles who is currently sat in his chair, scrolling aimlessly through his phone.
You walk back over, gripping his arm, he looks up at you with a massive grin.
"Come on, lets get you to bed" you tell him, he nods hopping up swaying a little bit in the process.
"You, are very very pretty" he grins, as he leans into you.
"Come on Charles" you laugh, gripping him so he wouldn't trip taking him to you car.
Tomorrow you'd actually talk to him.
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Joker had made deals before with such creatures, a part of why he was able to get away with the shit he has pulled without much consequence to himself.
Many deals made, many more to make!
“You summoned the literal King of the Infinity Realms to barter for…a blimp in the shape of your head?”, bright toxic green eyes stared him down, a flash of something in them before the child smiles at him, “a contract…a piece of you at your death?”
Boy didn’t know how to make a deal! Jokers soul was already been bought out by other beings, there was no worry about that, and with other contracts in place nearly guaranteed he would simply pop back into life to continue his path of insanity.
“Sounds like a plan spooky!”
The next time Joker came close to death, it was waking to flames, screams…and slight humming…
The first two was expected, the return of the child in the living world inside a burning warehouse was not, said child was simply sitting on crate, uncaring of the inferno that raged around him.
Toxic eyes shining through the smoke, smile wide to show off the rows of shark like teeth, “A deal is a deal, Joker, a piece of you at your death…”
There was a witty reply on the clowns tongue but all that escaped was a mumble, his tongue seemed fine as it the back of his teeth…and his mouth…his mouth that wasn’t opening. Hands scrambling across his face only to come across smooth skin where his lips should be.
“The city really takes it time answering emergencies, huh, might be to late for your next death…we can play spin the wheel next time to see what I take next or do you have any suggestions, come on, you can tell me. After all, there are going to be so many more chances to play before someone takes your soul permanently.”
Joker being tormented by Danny at a cat and mouse like chase is great. Danny just bapping the Clown Prince of Crime around and making the Joker suffer whenever he’s remotely close to death.
Eventually The Joker something, anything to take his soul other than The Ghost King. One issue: Danny marked the Jokers soul as his claim, and no other extradimensional being wants to fuck with the Ghost King’s prey.
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In an effort to be more optimistic and positive and not give into the hate train (as well as acknowledge that adaptations will never be exactly the same as the source material, and that’s okay), here are things I genuinely enjoyed in the ATLA adaptation. Spoilers ahead.
- The acting. I think all of the actors did the best with what they were given. In particular, Gordon and Dallas did a phenomenal job bringing Aang and Zuko to life, respectively.
- Yue. I know this is a more controversial take, but I liked what they added to her story. She has more agency and confidence, and I liked the deepened relationship between her and the Moon Spirit, as well as her connection to Sokka.
- Having the people on Zuko’s boat be the battalion that was set to be sacrificed in the war was an absolutely GENUIS change. A fantastic example of taking the source material and using the new medium to expand on the lore and worldbuilding.
- Episode Six. No notes. Amazing episode from start to finish. The show really shines here.
- Expanding the story of Lu Ten and Iroh was really cool. I liked seeing how Zuko reacted to Lu Ten’s death, and how it strengthened his bond with Iroh. That whole sequence made me cry, including the subtle orchestration of “Leaves from the Vine” in the background.
- Along those same lines, Iroh was amazing!! Paul Sun-Hyung Lee brought the spirit and cheekiness of Mako Iwamatsu no doubt!
- Seeing more of the past Avatars, like Kyoshi and Kuruk, was great. I think they could have been incorporated into the story a little better, but overall, they were a net positive. Kyoshi in particular really stands out.
- Gyatso. That’s it. Just Gyatso. Fantastic. No notes! Absolutely perfect!
- Putting the Mechanist and Teo in Omashu actually makes sense, in terms of streamlining some of the important storylines. Sokka and the Mechanist create the War Balloon, which eventually progresses into the air ships, so it was necessary to include that part, and we still get all of that with the change. Plus, Danny Pudi was perfect as the Mechanist. The only thing we miss with this change is Aang getting upset over the changes at the Northern Air Temple, but I think the overall story works without that element (at least for the live-action).
As I have time to digest the story, I might end up liking more of the changes than I think, but for now, those are the main points.
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I finally wrote my prompt I sent to @stealingyourbones back in November! well part of it. This is just chapter 1, so this gets a summary @dpxdcshipweek
Edit: forgot to say that I got help with the usernames from the wonderful @tourettesdog and @half-dead-ham! (If I'm wrong it's bc I'm not at home rn to look at my notes)
Ao3 link: Here Master List: Here
Summary: Danny has always had more internet access than a child really should have had. He tended to spend that time on game forums and different websites dedicated to space. Everyone once in a while he'd venture onto one about heroes and villains. That's how he met Tim Drake-Wayne or BatShadow as was his username back then.
Chapter 1: Blorbo Supplier
Danny just wanted to see uncommon pictures of Superman. It really shouldn't have been this hard. He's an alien, there should be a lot of pictures of him. Frustrated with his lack of results he resorts to looking for the pictures through unpopular social media websites that should have new pictures. His first look didn't meet his goal, and before he could even think of trying again he was distracted by a post. It was a picture of a figure swinging between skyscrapers, backlit by neon light all against a smog filled sky. It was stunning and made all the more captivating by the identity of the subject in the photo. A picture of Batman, The Batman, taken in a way that you couldn't deny it was him. That was impressive on its own, but the quality is what made it shine. Danny had to see if the account had more pictures of Batman, or even other heroes. Looking at the blog, hoping it wasn't a deactivated user, he finds the posts of BatShadow.
The blog is a gold mine of pictures of Batman and Robin with some villains the duo we're fighting. All with stunning quality, with each subject undeniable as who they were but still giving a sense of privacy. Sadly, Danny couldn't find any other heroes pictured, but Danny could live with that. Batman was his third favorite hero, he blames Sam and all her knowledge on the edgy and obscure. She would be ecstatic about these photos, too bad he wasn't going to tell her. He was being petty. Sam should have known better than to say he couldn't keep a secret, so this is his secret now! Pettiness aside, Danny was going to message BatShadow to see if they had pictures of other heroes they hadn't posted.
Messages begins with BatShadow
(04-17-20xx)
ConstellationCruiser:
Hey, sorry to bother ya
I just saw your posts and was wondering if you have any pics of superman
BatShadow:
I don't know. I would have to look. I don't usually go to an area with him in it much, so no promises.
ConstellationCruiser:
Thanks!! And that's fine really, it's just that your pics are amazing
BatShadow:
Thanks! Sorry, I have nothing for Supes.
ConstellationCruiser:
Damn
It's fine
I wasn't really expecting much
I'm just surprised at the quality and quantity ya got there
BatShadow:
It's super hard to get them without being caught but so worth it!
Danny continued talking to BatShadow about pictures and superheroes. Eventually switching to personal interest. Danny learns that BatShadow skateboards and in turn he tells them all about the stars. By the end of their conversation it was well into the night, Jazz wasn't going to be pleased. It was worth it though.
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Danny ended up messaging again the next day, and the day after that. The other user was interesting and he was just so broad. Especially during these long summer days where Sam was off at some gala trip and Tucker was on vacation with his family. His parents being busy in the Lab at all hours and Jazz working a summer job didn't help. Even with Jazz trying to get him out of the house but it never really was worth it. Not with Dash and his gaggle out. Not without his friends there.
It's not like anyone besides Jazz would care about what he was doing online. Their parents were too caught up in drawing out plans and blueprints for a ghost portal or something. He doesn't care, it's more of the same for him. Don't get him wrong, he loved his parents and they loved him. They just pay more attention to their inventions, and this one happens to be one Danny can't help out with.
He's getting distracted. Danny was supposed to be cleaning the lab, not thinking of long gone days. It was taking way longer than he thought it would. His parents really aren't as careful with their samples as they really should be. After cleaning spilled ectoplasm from the vent grates he will finally be done, then he can get on the computer and add BatShadow on Steam. They were going to play Portal 2 together later.
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Tim didn't think he would still be talking to ConstellationCruiser. It was unexpected, but not unwelcome. He wouldn't admit it to anyone, (if there was anyone to talk to in the first place), but he was lonely. So, sue him if he got attached to the other kid with too much free time on their hands. They may not have told each other their ages but it wasn't hard to figure out, they talked too similar.
It was nice to really connect with someone his age. ConstellationCruiser was smart like him, just in different areas. He had learned more about the stars and space travel in the last handful of months than he ever had in his 12 years of life. He knows he wasn't any better, going on about hacking and maybe the new murder mystery that came out. It was fun, learning about the other's interests and different things than what's normal for them.
ConstellationCruiser's parents seem to have some type of lab in the basement of their house, which was cool in concept but concerning in practice. There have been times where they had to stop in the middle of a game they were playing together to check on an explosion they heard. It happened more than Tim was comfortable with but there's nothing he can really do about it. It's not like he was anyone better about certain aspects of his life either. He avoided the topic of food as much as possible, though it seems ConstellationCruiser is doing the same thing with the topic.
Tim just hopes the other won't worry over him not responding the next couple of days. He probably should warn them but this is time sensitive. Batman needs a Robin. The man is running himself into the ground. His new found grief choking him and by extension Gotham. He has to convince Nightwing to come back, no matter what it takes.
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Times I Remember Well
(and Some That I Don’t)
Part 3
author’s note: Thank you for reading this ridiculous story. Now for the good stuff.
pairing: female!OCxjake
time frame: 2016-2018
word count: almost 7.8k this part
warnings: language, underage drinking (implied), mentions of sex and sexual situations, nudity, oral (m. and f. receiving), unprotected penetrative sex
You know how most people’s lives change pretty drastically when they move away for college?
What, were you expecting me to claim that I was different, special in some way?
I’m not.
If you’re wondering, Sam and I were fine. I guess he’d matured enough to keep speaking to me when he found out I’d almost fucked his brother. I was still immature enough to give him a classic three day long silent treatment over the whole Sam said he thought you were fucking that guy you dated thing.
I even made him agree to never bring me up to Jake again. Ever.
Anyway, my first semester of college kind of kicked my ass. I was smart enough, but I couldn’t decide on a major and it made the whole experience feel like a waste of time. I didn’t meet anyone worth much of my effort to get to know, and I spent a lot of nights alone in my dorm room. I barely even liked my roommate. Meanwhile, Sam was at home breezing through his last year of high school and preparing to actually go on tour.
Like a real tour. It was my worst nightmare. And I had to hear all about it when I came home for winter break.
But he was excited, of course he was. And I was proud of him. And Josh, and Danny. I couldn’t bring myself to have positive feelings for Jake. After he’d rejected and embarrassed me (again), I’d run off to school determined to lose my v-card to literally anyone who’d never been to Frankenmuth or heard of their band. Fortunately for me, almost no one had heard of either.
So, I did. And Matthew Nowak had been a very cursory and lazy fuck, but he got the job done. I mean, he popped the cherry or whatever, he didn’t make me come, and I never gave him another opportunity to try.
I almost didn’t even go home for Christmas, my dad had been begging me to come see him, but I knew if I didn’t go home, I might never see my best friend again.
Was that a little dramatic? Sure, but the dates for tour were going to start around my birthday, before he even graduated, and he wouldn’t be home for the entire summer. There were talks of getting signed, to a fucking label. Releasing their music to the world. Jake’s dreams were coming true and he was stealing my best fucking friend from me.
He really was an asshole.
I went back to school in the spring a little sad, nostalgic for a time when things were easy and fun, and I always had a weekend smoke sesh in the Kiszka garage to look forward to. There was nothing for me to look forward to in Ann Arbor. Until I met Soph.
Sophie and I were paired up within the first few days of one of our classes, and thank God we were. We clicked instantly, she was almost like a female version of Sam with even better hair.
She got me out of my slump, out of my dorm room and out of my own head.
As we started hanging out more outside of class, we learned about each other’s lives at home, and she let me talk endlessly about Sam. About moving away from Traverse and finding the best friend I’d ever had, growing up with him, becoming an adult at his side.
I don’t remember exactly when it happened, but eventually I ran out of stories and didn’t feel the need to talk about him much anymore.
For a few months, we worked hard and partied harder, and I felt more and more like myself, or my new self, with her help. My new self must have been putting out certain vibes that attracted attention, because I wasn’t hurting for it. Not that I really had back home, but home had narrowed my view, the Kiszkas my whole world. Even when I did date boys, Sam was there to tell me he didn’t like them, then Josh was there shining brighter than the sun, blinding me to them.
Then Jake was there. Ruining me for everyone else, just by existing.
In Ann Arbor, Soph had the opposite effect. Every guy was cute, cute enough to talk to, flirt with, party with. A select few were hot enough to make out with, let them touch our bodies, we would touch theirs. Dance with them, let them pull us close, throw our arms around them and tell them to take us somewhere quieter.
There was that one time, I’d gone back to this guy’s dorm and he’d put a playlist on shuffle. Ya know, so we wouldn’t be heard. And right before I put his dick in my mouth, fucking Highway Tune started playing.
Instant no. I left him there with a hard-on and zero promises of returning.
But anyway, Soph and I had fun every weekend, studied every weeknight. By the end of the second semester, we’d decided on my major, and made sure we would share more classes in the fall.
When summer break rolled around, we spent the first half with her family in Grand Rapids and the second, reluctantly, with my mom. Home was weird without Sam, but he was off galavanting across the U.S. Communication between us had been sparse, though he did call me once every few weeks to fill me in, and let’s be honest, brag. I didn’t mind the bragging, much, but even with how well things were going at school, I’d have given anything to drop it all and be with him.
Even if it meant tolerating Jake.
Life goes on, time keeps on slipping, the wheel in the sky keeps on turning and all that.
College was hard, but Soph and I really buttoned up in the fall. More studying, fewer boys, a little less fun, but Michigan gets cold fast and running wild all over campus didn’t hold the same appeal. We vowed to live it up in the spring, maybe settle down and get some boyfriends. Maybe not.
“Holy shit holy shit!”
We were in the library, Soph across the table from me with wide eyes, laptops, books and notes spread out between us.
“Shhh! What? What the fuck?” She leaned in conspiratorially and I turned my phone around to show her the screen.
“They’re playing in Detroit. They’re coming home!”
“Will you be quiet? Who, Sam’s band?”
That made me laugh every time. I always called it Sam’s band, because he would’ve loved it and someone else I knew would have loathed it.
They hadn’t been home in forever, they were hardly even in the states, and when they’d played the Fillmore in the spring I’d been so bogged down with new classes and so much fucking homework, I couldn’t justify leaving campus let alone the city.
But they were coming back, and I’d be on winter break. Sam had sent me their schedule, which I’d thrust into Soph’s hands.
“Aww, reunion! I wish I could go with you.” Her pouty face was unmatched, but she was going with her parents to visit family in Ohio for the holidays. For a moment, that realization made me panic. I wanted to go, needed to see my best friend, but to do it alone? Why did that make me nervous?
Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in two years. Maybe because I hadn’t seen him in more than two. I doubted I’d even get to spend much time with Sam, and I doubted further that I’d be able to get him away from the others.
Not that I wouldn’t want to hang out with Danny, or even Josh. But… well, you know.
I wondered if they were going home for the brief break between Detroit and Seattle, and I made a mental note to ask Sam.
I’d insisted on buying my own ticket to the show, their third added at the Fox after the first two sold out, but Sam wouldn’t hear of it. He set me up with a ticket and access to see them backstage, and I tried not to let it get to my head. It's not like they were famous or anything.
Selling out multiple shows.
I FaceTime’d Sophie so she could help me decide what to wear - I hadn’t put this kind of pressure on an outfit since the night I kissed… yeah, you saw how that went.
We landed on skin tight faux leather pants, an extremely low-cut black and tan floral print top with a fitted bodice and wide, flowy sleeves, and chunky black boots. I planned to top it off with a vintage fur coat Sam and I had found thrifting a few years back. We’d always joked that it originally belonged to the old lady they named their band after.
“Okayyyyy, so what about your underwear?”
I stopped spinning in front of my phone, where I’d been showing Sophie the whole get up.
“What the fuck do you mean, my underwear? Who cares?”
“Babe, it’s a rock show! What if you meet a super hot guy with like, tattoos and a tongue ring that wants to rock your world?” I watched her eyebrows waggle as she stuck her own tongue out at me.
“Yeah I don’t think that’s really their demographic.”
But… an idea started to form. Sexy underwear would make me feel sexy. Who would be irritated to see me, looking and feeling sexy, arguably hotter now than I’d ever been? Who would be downright furious to watch me get a little flirty, a little provocative with another man? Men? His brothers?
Ohhh, Jake Kiszka was gonna kill me. And it was gonna be worth it.
The ticket Sam held for me was in the front fucking row. Of the seats, behind the pit floor, but still. How embarrassing, what if I didn’t know any of the words? I didn’t really listen to their music, not since I was in high school, watching them practice or play at Fischer.
As you can imagine, I didn’t need to worry. Every, single, song was familiar. Songs that they’d written or started writing when Sam was barely fifteen. But the people around me knew them all, better than I did actually.
That was… pretty cool.
I left my seat as the guys were blowing kisses and throwing flowers into the crowd, stopped in a bathroom to check myself out, and followed Sam’s directions to make it backstage. The guys made it there before me, I could hear their excited voices from the hall as a security guard led me to their green room. We slowed as we got closer, and I stopped the guard before we reached the door, composing myself, slipping my coat off, smoothing my hair and controlling my expression.
You should've seen his face when I walked through the doorway, slow clapping and wearing my best deadpan. They all turned their heads in my direction, but his face was the one I sought out.
His cheeks were still flushed from the stage (he honestly goes crazy up there) but he immediately turned so bright pink I hoped his head would explode.
“YOU’RE HERE! Holy shit, you’re here!” Sam rushed at me and instantly my feet were off the ground, he swung me around and I couldn’t help the smile that stretched wide as I laughed with him.
“You’re sweaty! Put me down, idiot!” He dropped me to my feet and grabbed a hand, lifted it above my head and spun me in a circle.
“Look at you, you look hot, T!” His laughter cracked loud and joyous and my heart soared. He didn’t mean anything by it, of course, but he was right and I knew it.
Danny approached me next, taller and even broader than I ever remembered him being, and wrapped me up in another sweaty hug. “Good to see you, did you get tinier?” We laughed and I slapped him away. Then Josh caught my eye, arms crossed over his bare chest under an open black vest and leaning against the vanity, grinning.
I moved toward him and he met me in the middle, opened his arms and threw them around me. He didn’t make fun of me, or comment on the way I looked. Our cheeks were pressed together and he turned his face and dropped a kiss to mine. “We’ve missed you.”
“I’ve missed you guys too, more than you know.”
He let me go and his grin stretched into a blinding smile. “What’d you think of the show?”
“It was fucking awesome, I can’t believe you guys are like, legit rockstars! Seems like yesterday you were jamming in your garage.” Sam sidled up and threw a long arm over my shoulders.
“To be fair, we didn’t really stop jamming in the garage until last year, T.”
I knew that, I guess. But I’d missed it, and I’d missed the moment my best friend grew up. But this wasn’t the time to get weepy about that. I still had a mission to accomplish.
Turning out of Sam’s hold, I faced him. He no longer looked apoplectic, but his nostrils were flared and his arms were crossed, one hand running a finger across his chin below pursed lips. His focus was distinctly somewhere on the floor, but I walked toward him and watched his eyes connect with my boots and then travel, slowly, all the way up my body.
Get a good look, asshole.
And he did, his gaze lingered for a fraction of a second on my hips, and then again on my chest before it finally met my face.
Say something stupid, I dare you.
“Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”
My own eyes rolled in my skull. “Good to see you too, Jacob. How have you been?”
His features twisted in confusion for just a moment before he smoothed them back out. Good.
“Fantastic, living the dream, ya know. How have you been, Tiny?”
“Oh, really good!” I crossed one arm, tucking it under my tits and pushing them up while I twirled a finger through a strand of my hair with the other hand. “I’m majoring in English and Writing and aced all of my finals this past semester. Just really living my best on-campus life. Work hard, play hard and all that.”
It was so satisfying, the way he’d accidentally looked at my chest and then failed to look back at my face until I was done speaking. I swear to you my pussy fluttered when he swallowed, hard, before responding. It was that satisfying.
“That’s- ahem, that’s great. Glad to hear it. Thanks for coming by to say hi or whatever but we need to pack up our gear and head to the hotel.”
Nice try.
“Oh, cool! I’d love to come with you guys, I just miss you all so much.” His face started turning pink again before I looked over my shoulder. “Sammy! Can I come with and hang out at the hotel? Just for a little bit?” I whipped my head back, my hair swinging with it, to see his face before Sam even answered.
I wanted to see if steam came out of his ears.
“Fuck yeah! You can crash with me if you want!”
One corner of my mouth lifted and curled. “Perfect!”
I regret to inform you that no steam came out. But I think it was pretty close.
When I pulled in at the hotel, I texted Sam and he told me they were in the lobby so I flipped my visor down, checked my face and fluffed my hair. After a deep breath, I got out of the car and made my way inside.
The hotel wasn’t anything too ritzy, and I figured despite it all, they weren’t that famous. Sam still looked and sounded like the best friend I’d grown up with, though there was something about him that had become more attractive. All of them actually exuded more… sex appeal?
Ugh, musicians.
My timing was pretty good, I entered the building in time to catch them getting in the elevator, Jake being the last left in the lobby. But we caught each other’s eye and instead of walking on, he backed up a step. The doors closed and the elevator rose without him.
He stood there, hands tucked into the pockets of his jeans, and waited for me to reach him. When I did, he spoke before I could.
“What are you doing here, T?”
I painted confusion on my face instead of the pure gratification I actually felt. “Visiting my friends? What are you-“
“Cut the bullshit. It’s unbecoming.”
Okay, that was a little wrinkle in my plan. I hadn’t even started shamelessly flirting with anyone yet and he was already cursing at me. I doubled down.
“I came to see them, Jake.” I pressed the button to call the elevator back down and crossed my arms.
“And what about me?”
“What about you?” Just as I glanced up, feigning more interest in the LED display of numbers as the elevator came down than this conversation, he stepped closer and gripped my arm. Pulled me closer.
It felt familiar.
“I’m not buying it. Come on.” The elevator dinged and the doors opened to an empty car, but he was already pulling me down a hall toward a stairwell door. It swung open as he shoved through it, yanked me through and pushed me ahead of him, and it slammed shut behind us.
The stairwell was silent, our breathing was amplified and bounced off the walls. His voice made me flinch.
“Third floor. Go.”
Four flights of stairs and two landings separated me from their room. That was fine, I could do it.
Except he stayed behind me the entire time and didn’t speak a word. By the time I pushed the door to the third floor open, my nerves were fried and I was still trying to discern his reasoning for taking the stairs. If he had yelled at me or pushed me to the wall and kissed me in the stairwell, it would’ve made more sense. Instead, he placed a hand low on my back and led me down a deserted hallway to room 307. I breathed a shaky sigh of relief, ready to abandon the plan completely and run to Sam, use him as a personal human shield for the rest of the night.
But he pulled a key card out of his pocket and slid it into the lock, and the heavy door opened to a dark, empty room.
Jake stepped inside and flicked on a light, holding the door open for me. I didn’t move.
“Jake, what-“
“Get in here, we need to talk.”
It sounded like a terrible idea, I hadn’t come here to talk. I came to spend time with Sam and do enough harmless flirting with the guys to drive Jake crazy.
“No. Where are the guys?”
He just stared at me for a tense few seconds before he sighed impatiently. “In Sam and Danny’s room.”
“And which room would that be, exactly? I’ll just go knock-“
“Please.”
I know, I know. Did he really have to go and ask nicely?
“Fine, you know what? You have five minutes then I’m the fuck out of here.” He had the nerve to give me a tight-lipped smile, lift his palm and wave me in as I started to pass him and head into the room. Then he let the door swing shut.
We were alone.
The room was pretty standard, two queen-size beds, a table and two chairs. Not exactly rockstar shit. I tossed my coat onto the closest bed.
“You want a drink?”
I dropped into a chair, crossed my legs and folded my hands over my knee. “No, I don’t. What did you need to talk to me about? You have four minutes.”
He pulled a White Claw out of the mini fridge, popped the tab and sat at the end of the bed closest to me. After a swig from the can, he leaned forward and propped his elbows on his knees.
“Three minutes.”
“Jesus, give it a rest, T.” He pinned me with a glare and my eyes widened. “Don’t. Don’t act all affronted because you’re not getting your way, I’m sick of it.”
“I don’t know what you mean, I-“
“Stop! Tell me why you’re really here.”
“To see Sam! I told you-“
He stood from the bed, leaned across me and slammed the can onto the table. I jumped in my seat, but then he bent down and gripped the arms of the chair on either side of me. Right in my face, he ripped me to shreds.
“I’m tired of this, T. Since day one, everything has always had to be all about you, your feelings, your stupid ideas, your fucking games.”
That was ridiculous and it straightened my spine, I sat up taller and put us nose to nose, but he didn’t stop.
“How many times have you come between us and Sam? Pitted us against each other? Run away when you didn’t get your way, with one of us or all of us?”
With a huff, he pushed himself away from me but now I was ready for a fight. Launching from the chair, my body followed his. “And what about you, Jake? You spent years fucking with me, leading me on, just to humiliate me over and over again!”
“Is that really what you think?!” We were squared up now, hands flailing as we yelled in each other's faces. “I didn’t do shit, and you spent years avoiding me, making me feel awkward and unwelcome in my own house because God forbid I ever be in the presence of such a self-entitled, delicate fucking princess!”
“Oh, you fucking prick. Fuck you-“
“So eloquent, that’s really lovely Tiny.”
You already know that he said that on purpose.
“Don’t. Call. Me. That.” I was fuming, the steam was probably coming out of my ears, and that pissed me off further. Everything about this was infuriating, my night completely off-railed, my time with my friends ruined. I was done.
I threw my hands up and then put them on his shoulders, with all intention to shove him out of my way and walk out of the room with some part of my dignity intact, for once.
But that’s not exactly what happened.
Because once I touched him, the tension reached a breaking point. And boy did it break.
Before I could push him away, his arms were around me, his hands spread across my back, and he pulled me in.
Yep, he was kissing me.
Our mouths slammed together and all the anger, all the fury, combusted between them.
My own hands betrayed me and shot from a grip on his shoulders to a grip in the hair at the back of his head, still slightly damp from sweat or a shower at the venue, I had no idea. And I didn’t care.
He ravaged my lips until they felt bruised, opened them with his and forced our tongues to battle for dominance, sucked the air from my lungs until I couldn’t breathe. I pulled away to drag some back in but he hardly gave me the chance, tugging me back in to kiss my lips, bite my jaw, murmuring between the attacks.
“Why are you really here…”
His hands slid up my back and sunk into my hair, pulled my head to the side so he could continue his attack on my neck, my throat.
“Say it, the truth.”
My brain was in shut down, I forgot what words were and how to make them. His teeth reminded me, scraping along my skin.
“You. For you.”
His lips closed over mine again and he was moving me, two steps backward and we turned, the back of my knees hit the bed where he’d been sitting. Our mouths broke apart, our hands fell away. The sound of our breathing, fast and uneven, thundered between us.
“I’m not gonna stop this time, T.”
My heart stumbled over its next few beats.
“I don’t want you to.”
We fell back into silence as he reached forward and slid his hands up underneath my shirt, rough fingertips pushing the fabric up over my ribs, my chest, I lifted my arms and let him pull it over my head and shook my hair out as he let it drop to the floor.
There was just enough light coming from the only one he’d flicked on, and the moonlight spilling through the uncovered window, that I saw his nostrils flare. His eyes trailed over my lace and silk covered chest before meeting mine.
“You’re so beautiful,” My breath caught, I held it. “I’ve never told you how beautiful you are.”
I couldn’t speak, emotion squeezing my throat, the words I’d always wanted to hear from him tightening every muscle in my body. So instead, I mirrored his actions and tucked my fingers under the hem of his t-shirt. Soft, heated skin met my touch and I flattened my palms over his hips, up over his stomach and I swear he trembled. Seriously! When they made it to his chest, I could feel the hard, steady beat of his heart, rapid beneath my hand.
Maybe he knew I could feel it, maybe not, but he leaned in and pulled a soft, sweet kiss from my lips before he took over and tugged the shirt over his head.
“Jake…” His chest and stomach were lightly toned and completely flawless, a glimpse of which I’d gotten when he was onstage, shirtless under an open jacket. I wanted to tell him just how perfect I thought he was, he’d always been, but the words wouldn’t come. So I bent my knees and dropped to the bed, the barely there happy trail leading up from the low waist of his pants now directly in front of my face.
I leaned forward and kissed it. A strangled noise came from above me, I smiled against his skin. Then his hand was in my hair and he pulled, forcing my face up. He smirked.
“You ever done this before?”
Asshole.
Blindly I reached for and found the button of his jeans, popped it open and worked his zipper down slowly.
“Please don’t piss me off, or I won’t be nice.”
A chuckle rumbled through his chest. “Just making sure.”
His grip in my hair kept my chin tilted up, eyes locked with his. I peeled the denim over his hips and pulled it down to his knees. Heat rolled off his body in waves, I was dying to look at it, take it all in but there was fire in his stare and I was burning. My fingertips mapped out what I couldn’t see, found the subtle V that led down into his briefs and traced it before I tucked them under the elastic and rolled it down his legs.
Jake Kiszka’s cock bobbed in the air between his hips and my face. Crazy, I know. I wrapped shaky fingers around him, felt how thick and hard he was before I’d even seen it, tried to picture what I could remember from his dark bedroom.
“Fuck, T.” I tightened my grip on him, just a little, stroked him once. His eyes slid shut. “I can’t believe you’re here.” I stroked him again and his grasp on my hair loosened, my chin dropped and there it was. As perfect as the rest of him, his dick was big, the head flushed pink. My mouth watered.
For real.
In that moment, I wondered quickly what he liked, how fast, how slow, how hard? My tongue slid out and tasted him, just the very tip, and he snatched my hair up again. The sting in my scalp made my eyes water and I opened my lips and took him in, wrapped them around him and swirled my tongue over his skin. He whimpered.
I could be remembering that wrong, but I swear he did.
He wanted to take control, I could feel it in the smallest amount of pressure from his knuckles on my scalp, but I wanted to be stubborn. I was tired of the control he seemed to have over every one of our interactions. I released him with a soft pop and his eyes shot open.
“C’monnn,” he groaned. I took my hand off of his dick and pushed him back, he almost stumbled, his legs still trapped in his half-removed jeans. I stood from the bed, spun us around and reversed our positions, then pushed him by the shoulders to sit.
“Patience, Jake, patience.” I flicked the front clasp of my bra open and felt the unrestrained relief as my tits spilled out, then that flutter of satisfaction as his eyes went wide right before going soft and dreamy. What can I say, Jake’s a breast man. “Aht.” He’d reached for them, lifted his hands like he just couldn’t wait to feel them again, but they paused in midair. “I said patience.”
He huffed out a sigh and dropped them, so I continued. Made a little show out of unzipping my boots, sliding them off and peeling the skin-tight material of my pants down my legs. His fingers flexed against his thighs the entire time, clenching into fists and releasing over and over. I waited until I was left in just the lacy thong to instruct him to remove his pants.
His boots were kicked off and denim tossed away in an instant.
And there we were again. Jake, fully bared to me while we stared at each other, my tits out and pussy covered. But this wasn’t going to end the way it did two years ago.
Not if I had anything to say about it.
I dropped to my knees and his legs spread, making room for me to kneel between them. His cock jumped when I touched him, just my fingertips, up his shins and over his kneecaps before I placed my palms flat on his thighs. When I peeked up at him through my lashes, he was staring hard, jaw clenched and nostrils flared again. So I continued to trace my fingers over his skin, further up his thighs, over his hips, up and down his happy trail.
Through gritted teeth, “Baby, please.”
Baby? I was throbbing, slick between my thighs already but that hit me like lightning.
I wrapped a fist around him at the base and took him all the way to the back of my throat.
I had to.
A string of rough curses fell from his lips and a hand tangled in my hair, but I kept my composure, sucking him in and stroking with my fist, letting him sink as deep as I could without choking. His skin was hot velvet on my tongue, I could taste his desire, his need, and I couldn’t help the moan that rippled up my throat around his cock.
“Jesus fuck.” His hips jerked, I gagged around him, he fisted the hair at the back of my head and yanked me off of him. “Get up here.”
Remember how I wanted to maintain the control here? Yeah, I failed.
He used his grip on my head to bring my lips to his, his tongue sweeping in to dance with mine immediately, his hands moving down my body to pull me up and into his lap. I threw my arms around him and rocked into it instantly, his roving hands landing on my ass and pulling me in, his dick rock hard and slick with my spit grinding against my silk-covered pussy.
Just like that, I lost control of my insolent mouth too.
The kiss broke and I rested my forehead on his, my eyes trained on what was happening between our hips. “God… I-“ The head of his cock caught on my clit, I gasped at the feeling. “I’ve wanted you for so long.”
Embarrassing, I know. But then… ohh then.
His hands skimmed up my ribs until they were cupping my breasts, thumbs grazing over my nipples.
“I’ve wanted you longer, T. Forever.”
Goosebumps. Literal goosebumps ran up my arms, I shivered, my nipples tightened, and he pulled one into his mouth. He sucked and lapped at it, thumb still moving over the other, and without hesitation he sunk his teeth in.
“Fuck yes, yes yes…”
His tongue circled it again and he released it, pressed a hot and fast kiss to my mouth.
“You still like that, huh?” He chuckled as he opened his lips over the other side. The silk between my legs was soaked, I could feel how easily I was sliding over his cock, and I was getting impatient despite the way I’d reprimanded him hardly ten minutes ago.
“Jake, please…”
He popped off of my nipple and pulled another kiss from my lips, then leaned back and let one corner of his mouth curl up, self-satisfied and cocky.
Still an asshole.
“Please what, baby? Tell me.”
My eyes rolled, even as he tucked his face into the crook of my neck, nipped and licked me there.
“I want you inside, please fuck me.” Self-control, out the window.
“Mmm,” he hummed into my skin, “No.”
Before I could be properly offended, and believe me, I was, he gripped my thighs and hauled me up, then deposited me onto the mattress. Well, tossed me, really. I bounced once, arms and legs flailing, hair falling in my face. By the time I pushed it away and propped myself up on my elbows, he was standing at the foot of the bed, dick in his fist. I opened my mouth to speak, to yell at him or beg him to stick it in, I don’t know, but he was stroking himself, and he moaned. My mouth snapped shut.
“I’m not gonna fuck you,” I scoffed, offended, pissed even. “Yet.” He let himself go and placed his hands on the mattress, then climbed onto the edge of the bed and started crawling towards me.
It was so fucking hot. His cheeks were flushed, his hair wild from my hands, his eyes dark. I backed away, moving up the bed until my shoulders met the headboard. He didn’t stop coming, and I didn’t want him to. Instinctively, my knees bent and my legs fell open, inviting him in. But he didn’t settle there, when his hands reached me, he grabbed me by the calf and threw my leg over his shoulder on his way down.
His mouth opened over damp silk and I cried out, his name or God’s, I’m not sure, but his lips and tongue were moving against me and I may have blacked out. I came to when one of his hands skimmed up my inner thigh, and he broke away long enough to slip two fingers under the material and tug it aside.
Jake Kiszka’s tongue was on my actual, bare pussy.
My shoulders sagged against the headboard as I reached for him, burying my fingers in his already tangled and unruly hair, our eyes met and he dragged his tongue over me again and again.
“Shit, you were right, this is better,” I panted. He smiled against my cunt and I felt it. I smiled too.
My cheeks hurt I was smiling so hard, until he laser-focused his attention to my clit. His lips wrapped around it and he sucked it past them, my jaw dropped.
“Oh, oh my God, oh my God!” He was good at this. Too good. The beginnings of an orgasm were already swirling, tightening in my belly, making my toes tingle. The tip of his tongue moving against me until he opened his mouth over me again, and I felt it plunge inside me. The sounds I was making were unholy but I had no shame, I couldn’t feel anything other than need. I needed to scream, I needed to come, I needed him.
He brought a hand up around my thigh and ran his thumb over my folds, licking himself as he lapped at me, then swirled it over my clit as his tongue fucked me. Before I could even moan, two fingers from his other hand replaced his tongue inside me.
“Jake!”
His head tilted and he pressed his lips against my thigh, kissed it and grinned. “Yes?” Fingers everywhere, filling me and fucking me, circling the most sensitive part of me - I forgot what I wanted to say, if I had even wanted to. Instead I pulled his mouth back, he slid his thumb away and flicked his tongue against me.
“Yessss, yes just like that, please!” I let my eyes close and stars were already dancing behind my lids, I was close, so close, and I told him so. I moaned it and his fingers plunged deep and curled. I screamed it and he sucked my clit back into his mouth.
I came hard, nails dug into his scalp, bucking my hips against his face, screaming his name.
It was unreal. College guys had nothing, fucking nothing, on him.
Before my muscles had even relaxed, he lifted his head from between my thighs and moved up my body, his fingers still pumping slowly inside me as he kissed my hip, my stomach, my breast on his way up to my mouth. He tasted like me when my tongue touched his, and he eased his fingers from my body.
“Absolutely fucking stunning, breathtaking.”
His breath was taken? I still couldn’t breathe, my chest continued to heave as he left the bed, taking my panties down my legs with him, and I could barely lift my head to see what he was doing. My eyes closed and I felt the mattress dip with his weight as he returned and settled on his heels between my legs, still splayed open. I cracked an eyelid and found him watching me, wrapped condom held between his fingers.
Under his gaze, I shifted down until my head rested on the pillows, spreading my legs wider, pussy presented to him on a silver fucking platter.
This was happening. There was absolutely no way this was not happening. Not this time.
“Now, Jake.” Unrecognizable, my voice had a distinct sex kitten-like quality that I loved as soon as it hit my ears. He must have loved it too, because his dick twitched and he gripped it. I reached up and snatched the condom from his fingers, tore it open and started rolling it on while his eyes bugged out and his jaw fell slack.
“Jesus, not your first time, huh?” My hand replaced his around him and I stroked, he leaned over me and I guided the head to my center, moved it through the slick pool of arousal there. He paused, poised to enter me, and met my eyes.
“I’m pretty much out of firsts, Jake.”
His eyes closed, his hips rocked forward, and he pushed just past my opening, the tip not even fully inside me.
I tilted my own hips up, he slipped a fraction of an inch deeper. I whispered, and it was sexy, and seductive. “It could’ve been you.”
He sucked in a sharp breath, opened his eyes and we watched each other’s faces as he sunk deeper, slowly, to the hilt. “It should’ve been me.”
Stunned, speechless, we stayed like that. Unmoving, bodies connected, eyes locked. He broke first, dropping his lips to mine and rocking into me softly. A sound I’d never heard before, quieter than a moan, crept up his throat, trapped behind his lips as they caressed mine. My legs lifted, cradling him between my thighs and wrapping around him.
It was gentle, sweet. The exact opposite of how I knew it would’ve been, if I’d let him be my first, thinking he wasn’t.
I felt my cheeks warm, my eyes pool with tears. I blinked them away. This was everything I’d wanted and more. I knew I’d been an idiot to think otherwise. Especially when he pulled back and delivered a quick, deep thrust and there was no pain. Only pleasure bloomed inside me, hot and volatile.
“Again, more…”
An excellent listener, he repeated it. Again, again, and I met each thrust with my own. Our kiss turned frantic, sloppy, lips and tongues clashing and pushing, pulling and taking. The temperature in the room was rising with the heat of our skin, our bodies slipping against each other. He lifted his chest from mine, hands braced on the pillows on either side of my head, and the conditioned air on our damp skin made us both groan in ecstasy.
I damn near came again, almost commented on it but he dropped back down and shoved an arm between me and the mattress, rolled us both. We laughed as we landed, his hair strewn across the pillow and mine falling in his face. My laughter stuck in my throat when he grabbed onto my thighs and pulled, tucking my knees against his hips and forcing me to sit. I propped myself up with my hands on his chest and fell back into the rhythm, my hips rolling.
“Goddamn, you feel so good, look so good riding me.”
My head fell back as his words rippled through me, his fingertips digging into me, his hands moving my body over his. He brought one to my chest, squeezed me roughly, rolled my nipple with his fingers, pinched it. Hard.
“Yes!” He did the same to the other, my pussy clenched around him.
“You like when it hurts a little, don’t you?”
“I- I don’t know, I guess so- ohhh!” He wrapped a hand around each tit and sunk his fingertips into my flesh, then kneaded them both, ran the pads of his thumbs over the peaks.
“Fuck, that’s so hot. You’re fucking perfect.”
Yeah, I lost my mind a little bit. My hips bucked wildly in his lap. Perfect? Me? My nails pressed into his skin, I dragged them down his chest, reveling in the sharp hiss sucked between his teeth, the way his own hips lifted from the bed and he fucked into me. Sharp, fast thrusts hitting me so deep I was screaming his name. He sat up and pulled my face to his, kissed me hard, bit down on my bottom lip, and then tipped me backwards.
My head was nearly hanging off the end of the bed, but really, who cares? My ankles locked behind his back and he was slamming his hips into the back of my thighs.
Fuck, was I gonna come? He had to be close. I lifted my head, now very much hanging off the bed, to ask him.
Beep. Click.
His hips stuttered and paused, we both whipped our heads to the door, which was fucking opening.
Josh appeared, his foot crossed the threshold and he was looking down at his phone.
“GET OUT!!” We yelled in unison. Josh’s head popped up, his eyes went huge, and then he laughed.
“Shit, sorry guys.” He started backing out into the hall, the door creaking closed. “About time,” We heard him chuckling to himself and the door clicked behind him.
Jake turned his face back to me and seemed to realize for the first time that I was barely on the mattress. An arm wrapped around my back and he shifted us until I could look him in the eyes.
“What the fuck…” I whispered up at him.
His smile was subtle and affectionate before it stretched to a full grin, and he huffed a laugh.
“There was no fucking way I was stopping.”
I matched his grin and lifted to pull a kiss from his lips. “Good.”
He tucked his face into my neck and began the roll of his body into mine again. I let my hands roam across his back as he kissed and nipped my skin and his thrusts picked up speed. The orgasm that had been teasing me before we were interrupted built again quickly, and Jake was panting in my ear.
But then… then. A whisper. Low and deep, but a whisper nonetheless.
My name, my real name, hit my ear and I gasped, right on the edge.
“Come for me. Please come for me.”
How could I say no?
It broke, crashed, consumed me. His name on my lips as I tightened, writhed, and shook for him.
He didn’t stop, didn’t slow, he chased after me and followed into the flames. My name burned into my flesh by his kisses, a guttural groan as he came inside me.
Easily the best orgasm I’d ever had. Easily.
Because he’s just a man, albeit an incredibly hot, multiple-orgasm-inducing man, he collapsed on top of me. I let him. I ran my hands over his sweat-dampened hair and the soft skin of his back and we both caught our breath. Then he started giggling.
I pinched his ass. “What’s so funny, Kiszka?”
His head popped up and he propped himself on an elbow, a wide grin splitting his face in half, gorgeous. “I can’t believe we waited so long to do that, that might’ve been the best sex I’ve ever had.”
We both laughed as I slapped his chest. “Might be?!”
“Okay okay, you’re right.” He looked at me dreamily, his eyes bouncing around my face. “It was the best.”
Because I’m a woman, albeit a mind-blowing sex goddess, I started overthinking. I couldn’t help it! You should’ve seen the way he was looking at me.
“Jake…” He lifted his eyebrows, I lifted a hand to his face, tucked a loose strand of hair behind his ear. “What does this mean?”
Those eyebrows knitted together, a quick moment to think that over. Then he kissed me, soft and slow.
“I don’t know what it means. But I do know this hotel has free breakfast downstairs, so be up and ready by nine.” His smile stretched again, and I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Oooh, do you think they have French toast? That’s Sam’s favorite.”
He attacked me, tickled me until I had tears in my eyes, kissed me until I was breathless, and fell asleep with his arms around me.
The truth is, I don’t remember the exact moment I fell utterly, completely in love with Jake Kiszka. Maybe you should ask him.
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Cuddle Couch
Summary:
Valerie just wanted to buy a new couch to replace the one Cujo tore to shreds. She didn’t know babysitting her boyfriend in a furniture store would prove so difficult.
Word count: 4418 || AO3 Link
Silly Gray Ghost for Shiptember prompt: Dumbass x The Only Braincell! :]
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Valerie’s life was going great.
No, really, for once it actually was. Or at least as great as a college student who’s barely getting by can have it.
She decided to go to a small college in the next town over from Amity Park. To be close by in case of a more hostile ghost attack, even though most of the dangerous attacks stopped after Danny became the Ghost King. Something about the ghosts being scared of causing trouble in the king’s liar.
The few regulars who still liked to show their faces around the town got handled by the Fentons, who got way better and more humane at ghost hunting ever since they found out their son has been the ghost boy all this time. It took them a while to get used to that, and Valerie honestly couldn’t blame them. She herself had to come to terms with the fact that she was hunting down her high school crush for two years.
Now they were both twenty and dating for a good four years. Since the ghost attacks declined, Danny decided to join her in college. They trusted that the Fentons would call them if a bigger threat showed up in town, so they rented an apartment together near the campus and lived a mostly peaceful college life with their ghost dog, Cujo.
A ghost dog, who lately got very interested in finding out what their couch tasted like. She absolutely blamed Danny for that. He always used the cushions when play-fighting with Cujo, either as punching bags or shields against Cujo’s jump attacks. There were already many teeth marks and rips in the cushions, and it was only a matter of time before the dog got interested in consuming the entire couch too. His eventual success in this endeavor led to the problem that Valerie had to face right now.
“Val, look! They have the meatballs! Like in the memes! We need to get them!”
She and Danny were currently entering an IkeaTM, in search of a replacement couch for the one that Cujo tore to shreds.
She sighed internally looking over to her excited boyfriend. Sometimes it really felt like she had two puppies to take care of instead of one. His eyes were shining with excitement –literally, there was that ectoplasmic shine to them whenever he got too hyped up about something– and she was sure that had he been in ghost form right now, his spectral tail would be swaying uncontrollably, seemingly wagging.
He was pulling at their connected hands, half dragging her to the meatball stand. Valerie shook her head, trying hard to force down the smile creeping up onto her face.
“We can get some meatballs after we find a couch, okay?” She told him, turning his attention towards the furniture part of the store instead. “But only if you behave.”
“What? I always behave.”
She gave him a pointed look.
“Okay, I usually behave. But can you blame me?” He let go of her hand to stand in front of her and gesture around them dramatically. “It’s a furniture store, Val. Furniture stores are exciting!”
“Yeah, when you’re like eight years old, not twenty. Don’t act like you’ve never been to one before.” She said, shoving him in the direction of the living room areas of the store. As they walked Danny kept observing everything like it was the first time he’s seen things like a wooden desk.
“I might’ve as well been eight last time I was in one, okay?” he explained, his hand reaching out to touch one of the desks, but Valerie quickly caught it in hers and steered him back in the direction they were going in. “My dad got us banned from every furniture store in the 50 mile radius of Amity Park. Apparently the Ikea furniture isn’t ectoplasm resistant enough for him.”
Valerie stopped in her tracks, turning to look at him sternly.
“Please tell me you are not banned in this store.”
He shrugged in response.
Great.
She resisted the urge to groan and instead turned back around to continue walking. If the Ancients were on her side today, no one would realize this supposed-to-be-adult was the child of Jack Fenton. She just prayed he wouldn’t do anything stupid enough to get a ban of his own (which would probably result in her getting banned along with him).
She loved Danny very much, but he really took after his father a lot. And he could be such a child sometimes too.
“Hey, hey, hey Val.” Danny said from behind her. She turned back again to see him standing by a big wooden closet, holding the door open. “Watch me hide in here and scare the next old guy who walks by.”
Case in point. She glared at him unamused. “Danny no.”
“Okay, then we can both hide in the closet, but you can’t blame me for what happens next.” He sent her a wink combined with the worst Flynn Rider impression she has ever seen.
She slapped him.
“Ow, what was that for?” He whined dramatically. “You know I’m joking!”
Valerie glared at him for a while longer, before sighing and dragging a hand down her face. “Can we just focus on getting the couch, please? I still have math homework to do for tomorrow.”
She continued their walk through the bedroom areas. The living rooms were finally in her sight now and Oh Ancients there were so many. She heard Danny following right behind her. “Val, you have intro math, that takes like…literally no time.”
“Yeah, maybe for you asshat. You don’t get a say in this, you didn’t get the shit teacher this year.” She made a point of not looking at him this time. The arguing would only slow them down. They could multitask arguing and getting a couch.
“Awh, but Ms. Rekdal lets you guys cheat.” Of course, Danny decided that no eye-contact would not do and caught up to her so they could walk side by side, literally forcing himself in her view. “Didn’t she already post the answers or something? Just copy those.”
And fine, maybe he was right. Her stupid math teacher decided it was a great idea to share full answers to their assignments three days before the deadline, which meant that the majority of her classmates most likely did copy them. Heck, when Danny had classes with Ms. Rekdal last year, he didn’t even look at the assignments before the answers were posted. But he actually understood math. She couldn’t do that, she was too responsible for this. “I need to do it myself, or else I won’t understand the material and will inevitably fail the exam.”
As she explained that to him they finally reached some living room spaces. There were a lot of different couches there that immediately stole all her attention. Looking closer at the information on one called VIMLE, she almost didn’t hear what Danny said next.
“I can always overshadow you and write your exam for you.”
She whipped around from the VIMLE to yell at him. “COUCH, DANNY.”
“Right, right, okay. Couch.” he raised his hands in a sign of surrender and actually started scanning the furniture with her.
Valerie huffed and went back to checking out the couch she was looking at. It was a sectional with three seats, one of which was designed for lounging. Some sort of smooth black material which was surprisingly soft to the touch covered the cushions. She braced herself before looking at the price and… yep, one thousand and nine hundred dollars. That would not do.
She noted the prices on the other couches surrounding her. A soft gray three seater with a bunch of cute pillows. One thousand seven hundred and fifty dollars. Another sectional, this one in cream white colors and material that looked rougher than the cheapest kind of toilet paper. One thousand six hundred and forty-nine dollars. A two seater in faux brown leather that was so shiny Valerie was sure if she sat on it her butt would slide right off. One thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine dollars.
Why the hell were couches so expensive? Finding an affordable one was going to be so much harder than she had first assumed.
Between her and Danny, they didn’t really have much money. She worked a part time job at a little corner cafe right beside campus, and while it was way nicer and more cozy than her previous job at the Nasty Burger, it barely paid any better. Danny helped out with his parents’ business, which definitely bloomed after ghosts proved to be real. With his ghostly expertise, he was very good at assisting in their research or helping develop some new inventions and they made sure to pay him accordingly.
Unfortunately, all of this income combined with both of their student loans was still only barely enough to get by. They could afford some cool stuff from time to time, but a couch worth seventeen hundred dollars was way too big of an expense to spend at once.
“Hey Val, check this out.” Danny’s voice brought her out of her musings. She turned her gaze in his direction where he stood over a couch, which was similar to the first one she looked at. The only difference was the stiffer material and the fact that it was blue. “This one is called an ektorp.”
She made sure to give him the most unamused expression. “And?”
He sent her a broad grin back. “That reads like ecto RP. I think we should get an ecto roleplay, Val, we’re really good at those.”
“Do you want me to slap you again?”
Could someone please remind her why she loved this idiot? It was hard to remember sometimes.
Clearly Danny was going to be of no help. Valerie looked around and spotted an IkeaTM worker, who was clicking away on a computer at a desk station close by. Bingo.
To make sure she didn’t lose Danny, she took his hand in hers once more, her fingers briefly brushing over the silly bracelet he always wore. The one she made him when they were younger. She had a matching one at home, made by him. It fell apart earlier today – as it tended to do from time to time, Danny wasn’t the best at handcrafts –but he promised to fix it again when they got back from the store.
A fond smile found its way on her face and she had to force it down as she dragged Danny to approach the man behind the desk. Couch first, feelings of fondness later. She needed to focus. “Uh… excuse me?”
The man raised his head at the sound of her voice. Valerie noted that his nametag read Adam. “How can I help you?” he asked, clearly using his customer service voice.
“My partner and I are looking for an affordable couch for our apartment, uh… Do you have anything…” she motioned to the couches behind them “cheaper?”
“My wife apparently isn’t fond of the ecto-stuff.” Danny added in a fake serious tone, barely holding back a giggle and Valerie had to step on his foot to shut him up. He barely reacted though.
“Ah, a newly wed couple!” Adam exclaimed, clapping his hands together excitedly. The previous customer service tone gone in lieu of real emotions. Before Valerie could correct him or Danny could make another stupid remark, Adam started rapidly typing something out on the computer. “We have a few models that might interest you! Some ASARUM, KLIPPAN or LYCKSELE LÖVÅS!”
As Adam continued listing what appeared to be some couch names, Danny leaned in to whisper in Valerie’s ear. “Is that guy possessed or is that just swedish? I really can’t tell.”
Valerie glared at him, but he just grinned back, clearly proud of his stupid joke.
“We also have some LINANÄS alternatives.” Adam continued unbothered.
Danny’s eyes lit up and he couldn’t hold back the giggle this time as he once more leaned in to whisper to her. “Val, did you hear? They have Lil Nas X.”
Valerie stepped on his foot again. Harder than previously. A little wince actually crossed his face this time.
“If you follow me I can show you some of those cheaper options?” Adam asked, clearly oblivious to the shit Danny’s been telling her.
“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you.” Valerie said. As Adam started leading the way, she sent a quick glare towards Danny, before following after the man.
“We have this NYHAMN model, which can turn into a bed.” Adam pointed to a very ugly, gray couch that was honestly more springs than cushion. Valerie felt her back ache just from looking at it.
“Uh…We already do have a bed, so maybe let’s just focus on the couch part.” She said, mustering her most polite smile.
“That’s fair.” Adam said, leading the way to another living room set. He gestured to the brown couch sitting by the white table in the middle of the area. “This is currently our cheapest option. It doesn’t look like much, but it has great reviews!”
It really didn’t look like much. It actually looked like nothing at all. It was very bulky, like a big piece of block, where someone carved out one corner, so it was flat enough to sit on. Valerie was sure she'd seen Danny build a better couch in minecraft.
“And how much does it cost?” She asked unsure.
“Three hundred and sixty dollars.” The man said with a smile, folding his hands in front of him.
Well, that was at least affordable. It didn’t look like the best couch and frankly didn’t seem very comfortable either, but it wasn’t like they could afford much else if this was the cheapest option.
Sighing, Valerie turned to ask Danny for his opinion, but her heart sank when she noted that he was not there.
Oh no.
“Thank you sir!” She turned to Adam. “I’ll think about this one! I just need to find my boyfriend first.” She said quickly pointing in the direction they came from, which was where she’s last seen Danny.
“Boyfriend? Weren’t you two married?”
Before she could answer that, a random guy, donning the IkeaTM manager t-shirt, approached them. He looked sternly at Adam. “Mr. Hendrickson, I need to call you in for a meeting to discuss your social media presence.”
“Oh, double fuck.” Adam muttered, before catching himself. “I mean, of course, sir! But I’m kind of… in the middle of helping this lady over here.”
The manager guy turned his gaze from the nervous employee to Valerie. He was about to say something, but she cut him off.
“I’m fine! I got the help I needed! I’ll just… go!” she said swiftly turning on her heel and speed walking out of there.
The longer Danny was left unattended, the more likely it was that he would get in trouble.
She scanned the entire store trying to find her dumbass. She quickly looked all over in the bedroom areas, office areas and the bathroom ones. She finally stopped at a fake little kitchen that looked strangely like something out of an 80s movie. Danny would definitely make a malewife joke if he was here right now.
She pulled out her phone, ready to call this idiot when someone put their chin on her shoulder. She flinched and quickly turned around to kick whoever it was in the face, but instead she was greeted with the smiling face of her stupid boyfriend.
“I’m getting you something and you can’t say no.” Saying that, he pulled out a BLÅHAJ from behind his back.
“Danny!” she yelled, irritated.
“Aaaaaand, just so he’s not alone…” Danny continued, showing his other hand which held a DJUNGELSKOG. “I’m getting this one for Cujo.”
“Danny, I am going to severely injure you if you run off like that again.”
“Wouldn’t be the first time.”
She was so ready to punch him. Or actually pull out her guns and shoot him. It wouldn’t hurt him too bad in his human form, but would definitely send a message. The only thing stopping her was the fact that she did not want to end up banned from the store like the Fenton family did.
“Can we PLEASE just focus on getting the couch? Are you able to behave for at least 10 minutes?” she asked instead.
“I’m not a kid, I can behave in a furniture sto-” he stopped suddenly, looking behind her and Valerie had to brace herself for whatever it was that got his attention now. “Oh Ancients look at those LED lights.”
Holding DJUNGELSKOG and BLÅHAJ in one hand, he used the other one to drag her over to the colored strips of LED lights. She tried to dig her heels into the floor to protest, but he could be very strong when he actually let himself be.
“DANNY WE NEED TO GET A COUCH.”
“Okay, but we should get some of these LEDs to put under the couch.” He gestured to the lines of boxes filling out the shelfs, every one of them with a different set of LEDs lights. “Imagine the VIBES.”
She sighed, rubbing her temples in an attempt to calm down. “Danny, baby, we can barely afford a couch.” She said in a softer tone this time.
She wasn't sure if he even registered what she was saying. His eyes were too busy studying all the different colors and lengths of the LED strips the store had available. He picked up one of the boxes and hummed quietly, before turning to look at her.
“Did you find one that you liked?” he asked.
“I found one we can afford. It's not the best, but it should be enough.”
He hummed again, putting away the box he was looking at and picking up another one. Her patience was slowly running out as she watched him scan the box. She was about to ask him to go check out the couch, when he spoke again.
“We should get a corner couch.They’re great for cuddling.”
Was he joking?
“Danny, those are expensive as shit, we cannot afford a corner couch.” She’s seen some of those and all their prices ranged in the two to three thousands dollars.
He shrugged at the box and tucked it under his arm, the one holding the stuffed animals. “That’s where you’re wrong!” He smirked at her, with that stupid shit-eating grin he usually only matched with the white hair and green eyes. “See, recently my parents helped me get this grant for this one research that I really wanted to do. The one with, ah you know… mapping out the nearest points of The Ghost Zone?”
Valerie furrowed her eyebrows. “You already have maps of the Ghost Zone.” And he’s had them for years. She had seen them all herself. So many folders, full of drawings, descriptions and models of different parts of the zone. Definitely going farther than just the nearest points.
“Yeah, I do.”
“Then …what’s the grant for?”
“Currently? Our new corner couch. And these guys.” he said, raising the plushies a bit to indicate what he meant.
What.
“Wait. Let me get this straight.” Valerie said, confusion clear in her voice. “You applied for a grant… that you don’t need… so we have money for a couch?” Her eyes narrowed. “Was Cujo ripping our old couch apart a part of the plan?”
“Val, my dear, I thought we were past that whole calling me an evil mastermind thing. You should know I’m not smart enough to plan this.” he stated matter-of-factly, putting his free hand on his chest. “I didn’t know we were gonna need a couch. It was more for, y’know, personal expenses.”
“Don’t you have to document what you use those on?”
“As long as some form of research comes out of it, they do not care.”
“You-” she was a little bit speechless. Turning her voice to a whisper just in case someone could hear them, she jabbed a finger into his chest. “Did you just steal state money?”
“They steal our money all the timeeeee. Just look at our student loanssss.” he whined.
Okay, he had a point. A very good point at that. It was questionably moral, but on the other hand it wasn’t like he actually stole the money. He had been granted it to do the research. Which he has all ready and done. The state does in the end get what they were promised, they don’t need to know the truth about the exact dates and nature of the research being conducted.
Danny clearly understood he was going to win this argument. He laughed a little, looping his free arm around Valerie’s elbow. “So…cuddle couch?”
She shook her, not being able to stop the fond smile that took over her face. “You’re so stupid. Fine.”
“YES.” He exclaimed, almost dropping the objects he was holding. “I’ve seen a cool green one. And it was also an ektorp. It would be perfect for the ecto RP consisting of me bleeding all over it at some point probably.”
“And Cujo peeing on it.” Valerie added unamused. “We really need to get on that potty training. It’s been years.”
“He does it only when you refuse to cuddle him and you know it.”
“I have homework I need to focus on sometimes.”
He laughed again and started leading her to the couch he was talking about.
“And you are seriously getting the plushies and the LEDs too?” She asked, taking the BLÅHAJ out of his arm.
“Fuck yeah, I’m a responsible adult like that.”
Valerie smiled and shook her head as they approached the corner couch. To be fair it did look very nice with two wide seats on each side. The light green fabric would fit well with the limited decor of their apartment and as she brushed her hand along one of the cushions, she was amazed at how soft the material was. She sat down to check if it was as comfy as it seemed. And Ancients was it the most comfortable couch she has ever sat on.
She looked at the price tag, sitting on the small table that was meant to complete the living room set, right in front of her. Nine hundred ninety-nine dollars, god damn. That still wasn’t so bad for a corner couch though. She did see two-seaters worth more than this after all.
“I feel like I shouldn’t be letting you use grant money on a couch.” She said studying the information under the price tag a bit more. It was in fact an ektorp. A hakebo grå-grön ektorp. Whatever that meant.
“But you also want the cuddle couch?” He sent her the cutest puppy dog eyes, rocking back and forth on his feet and hugging the DJUNGELSKOG and LEDs box tightly.
She looked at him, trying very hard to muster a glare, but she knew he saw the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile.
“YOU DO WANT THE CUDDLE COUCH.”
She sighed defeated and put her head back to rest on the back of the very comfy cushion. “Yes. I do want the cuddle couch.”
“WOOOO! LET’S GO!” Danny screamed excitedly. A few of the other customers looked in his direction, probably thinking that this grown ass adult doing a little victory dance with DJUNGELSKOG was insane. He abruptly stopped in the middle of his silly moves when a serious expression came over his face. “So like… how do we buy it? Do I gotta carry it to check out or?”
Valerie couldn’t hold it in anymore. She started laughing, which quickly turned into a wheeze. The way Danny raised an eyebrow in confusion at her outburst only made her laugh more.
“Come on, I’ve been joking all day and that’s what you laugh at?” He said, smiling brightly and letting out a giggle of his own.
Valerie stood up from the couch and came over to stand by Danny, trying her hardest to contain the laughter. “How about we just find a worker and tell them we want to buy it?” She suggested, gesturing at the couch.
“And would milady want some meatballs after that?” Danny wiggled his eyebrows, the awful Flynn Rider impression making a reappearance.
“Fine, I guess you earned it.” She said, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, before walking away in the direction of the store front. “But you’re paying for the food too.”
“Oh come on! I’m buying you a cuddle couch! And Blah-hash!” He yelled after her, still smiling.
“I’m pretty sure that’s not how you pronounce it. You have to pay for the meatballs, so the swedes forgive you for this crime.”
“What? No! You can’t make me pay for food, only because I don’t know swedish! I bet you don’t know how to say it either!” he defended, following after her.
“You don’t see me going around and attempting it!”
“That’s so unfair. I love you so much and you do this to me.”
He did end up making her put away the card when she tried paying for the meatballs. Her boyfriend was such a dork. But she still loved him very much, he was her dork after all.
He was also apparently extremely bad at putting together IkeaTM furniture, as Valerie found out the next day, when she came back from school to an absolute mess in their apartment. The couch wasn’t even halfway set up and Danny was laying on the floor defeated , covered in the remains of poor Djungelskog. Cujo was standing over him with the IkeaTM hex key in his mouth, tail wagging happily. It honestly resembled a crime scene and Valerie couldn’t stop herself from taking a picture and setting it as her new phone wallpaper.
Danny confessed to almost losing a bunch of important screws and barely managing to stop Cujo from peeing on one of the armrests when he didn’t pay attention to him. He also managed to phase one of the wooden parts halfway through the wall, which he didn’t notice until Valerie pointed it out to him. How that could possibly happen was a mystery to her.
Thank the Ancients her dad agreed to come over and help them set it up. Otherwise Danny would probably accidentally destroy it.
#this could be the same universe as cujostody but doesnt have to be so im not tagging it that#kad writes#danny phantom#danny fenton#valerie gray#DP Shiptember 2023#gray ghost
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The New Year’s had come and gone. Jason had spent it with this family, including Roy, Raven, and Lian. They had watched the ball drop and celebrated the beginning of a new year. Danny had confirmed he wanted to stay in school, and Jason was almost finished with his car. Jazz had gotten better at sparring, and Ellie was getting bigger every day.
Life was good.
So why was Jason so depressed?
He tried to hide it from his family, but he didn’t think he was doing a good job if the subtle glances and frowns were anything to go by.
Jason stared at the clock. The green numbers read 1:13. He sighed and went back to staring at the ceiling. He felt a chill go down his body and added another blanket. Jason knew a part of his depression was his fire core being at odds with the cold weather, but he knew it wasn’t the whole reason.
Jason closed his eyes, hoping to fall asleep. He tried to ignore the heavy feeling on his chest. It felt suffocating. Time passed by, and he still couldn’t go to sleep. He sat up and looked at the time again. It was 1:49.
Jason decided to get out of bed. He shivered. Didn’t he have the heater on? Jason went to the kitchen and put water for tea. He stared at the distance, his mind empty, his emotions a maelstrom.
He was brought back to the present by the sound of the whistling kettle. He quickly took it off the stove. Jason stared toward the bedrooms, hoping he hadn’t woken anyone up. After a few seconds of silence, he sat down with his tea.
Jason stared at his tea, and, eventually, it cooled down.
Suddenly, Jason stood up. He had to get out. He had to…he had to go somewhere. He left a note to Jazz in case she woke up and found him gone, took a burner phone, transformed, and flew. Jason had a few hours before he had to take Danny to school.
Jason flew invisibly, not paying attention to where he was going. Eventually, he hit the border between the US and Canada. He sat on top of a tree overlooking a highway with a brown sign in the shape of Wisconsin welcoming him.
Finally, away from his family, he let his feelings loose. There was no one here who could sense his emotions, who could ask him what was wrong. That’s what he needed.
Tears trailed on his face, leaving steam as they evaporated.
Jason looked up. The stars were shining. He could never see a night sky like this in Gotham. Danny would love this. Maybe he should stay up one of these nights with his son and watch the night sky slowly change as it turned to day. With his ice core, Danny would fall for it.
Jason reached up toward the sky, his hand blocking the stars.
“Dad,” he whispered. Jason gasped at the sudden pain in his chest. It felt like something was breaking.
He hurt so badly. He missed his old family so much. Sobs started wracking through his body before they turned into screams. He wanted his son to meet his uncles and aunts. He wanted his new family to laugh, and cry, and scream with his old one.
Jason wanted his dad to see Danny and to love him. Jason wanted his father’s love.
He couldn’t. He wouldn’t.
Jason would lose his son and his new family if he returned to his old family. They would see him as unfit and take what he had built away from him.
But, Ancients, it hurt to be away from one family. It hurt having to choose.
A despondent chirp left his lips. It wasn’t one of a parent looking for their child. It was a child calling for their parent. A chirp that fell on deaf ears.
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Bruce groaned at the ringing phone.
He had just gotten into bed from a long night at patrol, and the last thing he wanted was to talk to anyone. But it was his private phone. A phone only his children would call. Without looking, he answered.
“Hello?”
No one answered. Bruce looked at the number; he didn’t recognize it.
“Who is this,” he growled. No one but his children and Alfred should have this number.
A breath hitched. Bruce sat up. He recognized it. By God, he knew it should be impossible to recognize anyone by just a hitched breath, but he did.
“Jay lad,” he breathed out.
Are you hurt? He wanted to ask. Where are you? He wanted to demand; I’ll get you.
There was a voice in the back of his head that sounded like Alfred told him not to.
“Dad,” Jason said, then there was a dial tone.
“No, no, no, no, no,” Bruce chanted as he called the number.
“The number you are trying to reach is no longer available.”
No! He had just had Jason on the phone, and now, now. He was gone again. Bruce raised his arm, ready to throw the phone. He stopped himself at the last moment.
Bruce had never given Jason the number, but his son somehow had gotten it. It was his only way to get in contact with Jason. Not to mention that he needed it for his other children.
This was a good sign, though. Jason had reached out to him. He hadn’t said more than one word to him, but he had called. Bruce had to cling to the hope that his son would return to him. He had to.
Bruce couldn’t go back to sleep. His thoughts were full of dark curls and a mischievous smile. He heard a sweet laugh echoing through his room. It was haunting.
Jason made it back home an hour before having to wake up Danny. He stood at his son’s doorway, looking at his peaceful face.
How could he have been so stupid to jeopardize his son’s safety just because he was feeling down?
Jason held on to him for a few minutes when his son woke up.
“Is everything okay, dad?”
“Everything is fine, chum. Everything is perfect.”
In the middle of the Wisconsin wilderness, a burnt phone was left smoldering on the snowy ground.
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Based off of Dante's Disec Bingo.
Danny woke slowly, softly, aware of muted light falling over his face, filtered by his curtains. He turned over, snuggling more deeply into the cushions and blankets around him. A blanket brushed over his front and dull ache down his front became a prickling, burning stripe of agony, from groin to sternum, radiating up to his shoulders.
He gasped and curled in, suddenly painfully awake.
What– Where– When– How–
He didn’t remember getting an injury like this. He didn’t– He didn’t–
It hurt. Hands shaking, he pulled his blankets away, revealing a chest swathed in clean, white bandages. He touched them. There was something underneath that hurt. It hurt.
What had happened? He looked around for his phone. Sam and Tucker would know what– No, they had moved out for college years ago. They had… No, they’d come back after they graduated. They… Where was his phone?
His phone wasn’t here. Not on his bed, not on his bedside table, not on the floor.
He had to see.
With steadiness that came from years of experience, he stripped the bandages off layer by layer. When he was done, what was left was…
His breath caught in his throat. No, no, no, no, it couldn’t be.
It was.
An autopsy scar, clear as day.
He stared at it for a long minute, barely daring to breathe. A tiny whine built in his throat, eventually escaping. The sound jolted him into action. He couldn’t stay here. He had to go.
.
Danny had maintained a go-bag for years. It wasn’t because of his parents. Rather, it wasn’t just because of his parents. There were so many other people that were more of a threat, especially once his lack of aging became obvious and coming clean to his parents became necessary.
Or so he’d thought. Autopsy scars didn’t just materialize while you were asleep in bed. They had to be put there. By people.
He didn’t think they would ever do it. He didn’t think they would ever do it. He didn’t think they would ever do it. Ever.
Jazz had thought otherwise. Not seriously, maybe, or else she would have made him come with her when she moved for her residency. But she had never fully dismissed the possibility. Neither had Sam.
Apparently, they were just smarter than Danny.
He didn’t move quickly. Jumping from his bedroom window had been painful, and he didn’t want to see what his ghost form looked like. He was scared. He was so scared. He couldn’t remember the last time he was so scared.
He pulled the hood of his hoodie down lower, aware of how strange he must look in the sweltering heat. Why was it so hot? Temperatures usually didn’t get this high until August.
It didn’t matter. Sam’s house wasn’t far.
Maybe he should have gone into the Ghost Zone instead. But to do that, he’d have to go down into the lab. He didn’t want to go into the lab.
But Sam’s house loomed–
No. That wasn’t her house anymore. She had an apartment downtown.
He leaned against a nearby power pole, dizzy and confused. Why was he having so much trouble today? He never slipped up like this, except when… When…
Well, waking up with an autopsy scar probably wasn’t good for his mental health.
Paper crinkled under his elbow, and he looked down to see–
Himself. A faded color printout of Phantom grinned up at him sandwiched between the words INFORMATION WANTED ON PARKER PARK INCIDENT and REWARD. A picked over fringe of telephone numbers hung off the bottom. The paper looked weeks old, at least.
Danny didn’t remember any incident in Parker Park worth a reward, least of all one he was involved in. He hadn’t even had a fight there since… He didn’t know. He reached down and pulled up one of the telephone number strips so he could see what was written on it.
He… he felt like he recognized it.
He shook his head. He had to get a move on, get to Sam’s apartment.
.
The sun looked strange. The light looked strange. All the wrong angles, shining down the streets and humming off the sidewalks with a high, headache-inducing buzz. His go bag hung heavy on his shoulders, biting into the stitches that inched up his clavicle with every step.
He didn’t want to be here.
He couldn’t go back.
Could he go forward? How long had he been missing? Had they noticed he was gone yet?
Would they come after him?
He was breathing too fast. Running too hot. Almost human temperature, and clammy with it. Had he picked up an infection? Was it shock?
The shadows of a nearby alleyway beckoned invitingly. He just needed a moment to rest, and he’d be on his way again.
He stepped into the tunnel-like alleyway. It was cool, almost cold. The light didn’t reach all the way down, but glinted green off of glass in the concrete. Why anyone would put decorative concrete in an alley, though, was beyond him.
He walked deeper, trailing his fingers along the left-hand wall, fiddling with the hoodie of his zipper with his other hand. This alley seemed so familiar. But of course it would. For that matter, he was intimately familiar with most dumpsters. He’d been protecting this city for over a decade, now. It would be stranger if he didn’t recognize this alley on some level. But–
He hissed and pulled his hand away from the wall. Something had cut his palm. He glowered at the wall. He did not need an infection from some… alley…
Since when was he wearing gloves?
He turned his hands over, the black plastic reflecting the little green lights all around him.
And then the lights weren’t so little.
Green flared ahead of him, brighter than neon, an electric, impossible glory. Brighter than life. Brighter than death.
And he screamed.
.
“Thank you so much for calling us,” said Maddie. “When we went up to check on him this morning and he was gone…” She didn’t finish the sentence, settling instead for checking Danny’s vitals again.
“Least I could do,” said Dash, his smile tight and strained. He fidgeted with the work gloves stuck through his belt. “Is he going to be okay?”
“He’ll be fine.” She hoped. She’d been hoping, ever since Danny had– Since what happened last April in Parker Park.
“I’ve never heard him scream like that before. Even last spring.”
Maddie pressed her lips together. “I know, it’s just… side effects.” Of what, she didn’t say. Of the near-fatal wound he’d taken back in April? Of his half-death eleven years ago today? Of whatever kept the scar from his emergency surgery from healing all these months? Both? All? Neither? None?
She didn’t know.
“He’s been getting better,” she said.
“Yeah, I’ve heard,” said Dash.
“This was just a bad day.”
Danny groaned, head turning away from her.
“It’s okay, sweetie, Dad will be here soon.” Jack had been looking for him across town. It would take another few minutes for him to get the GAV, and the medical supplies best suited for Danny, here.
“I hope you find the bastard that did it,” said Dash. “I hope he rots in hell, doing that after all Danny’s done. If that’s worth anything.”
“I’m sure Danny would be happy to hear it,” said Maddie, trying not to feel too brittle with the knowledge that Danny might not remember enough to make a statement like that mean anything to him, no matter how pretty the sentiment.
“Mom?”
“I’m here, Danny. Do you remember what happened?”
“The portal… I was… The portal?”
Really not a good day, then. But he squeezed her hand, and it was better than being limp and insensate.
“I should go,” said Dash, hooking a thumb over his shoulder. “I’ve got work. You guys gonna be okay?”
The sound of the GAV shrieking down the street was distinctive. Maddie forced one more smile. It would be the last one today. “We’ll be fine.”
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The Number One Rule
Pairing: Danny x F!reader
Summary: Unlike most Halloween nights where you found yourself getting into trouble with the boys, you opted for a change of pace this time around. That was until an unexpected guest changed the course of your planned evening alone.
Word Count: 8.7k
A/N: This is the second installment of the Halloween Collection. Remember this is a collaboration so don’t forget to send support, feedback, and love to the lovely Miss Allie - @ageofnations as well! Hope you all enjoy this as much as we did! 🧡🎃
**Disclaimer: 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. We do not know the guys personally and don’t intend for this to reflect on them as real people in any way**
Warnings: cursing, sexually explicit material 18+/ MINORS DNI!! (Unprotected penetrative sex, oral f! receiving, fingering, dirty talk, a teeny bit of orgasm denial, mask kink, slight choking)
What you believed to be the last of the trick-or-treaters had knocked on your door about thirty minutes ago, and as soon as you had given them copious amounts of candy and shut the door, you had gotten comfortable on your couch, and you began scrolling through your different social media apps. With the bowl still about half full beside you, you decided to indulge a bit yourself, picking up a piece of candy, unwrapping it, and popping the treat into your mouth.
Tonight was a quiet night, unlike most Halloween nights for you. Instead of partying with the guys, as usual, you had decided to spend the evening handing out candy to groups of children wearing their chosen costumes for the year. Greeting the children was always an interesting feat- seeing the excitement on their faces as they asked for candy, hearing stories about who was who and why they picked that costume, recognizing the familiar nervousness evident in the introverted kids, glued to their guardian's sides until the candy was presented. It was fun to interact with them all.
Plus, it felt like a nice break for you. The drinking and socializing you usually did with the others was always fun, but you knew you’d regret it the next day. And as soon as you had told them your plans of staying in for the night, they immediately attempted to convince you otherwise. They were determined, and their inability to get you to come out was not from a lack of trying. You had put up a pretty good fight, ultimately accepting that they would take you out for a few drinks the following night.
However, once nine o’clock hit, and you figured the festivities were done for the night, you quickly became bored with your decision to stay home. Once you got tired of seeing the same Halloween pictures and couples in costumes, you locked your phone and tossed it to the side. You decided on cleaning up a few dishes and picking up around your place while waiting to make sure that you’d have no more interruptions. Eventually, you decided on changing into your favorite pajamas and pouring yourself a drink.
As if the universe were taunting you, you heard the knock on your door as soon as you brought the glass to your lips.
“Are you serious?” You mumbled to yourself, leaving your kitchen to pad over towards the door.
You swung it open expecting a young child in a goofy costume, but instead, you were met with… nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Your outdoor light illuminated what the moon did not shine on, yet you still didn’t see a thing.
Fucking teenagers, you thought to yourself, preparing to shut the door on the pranksters. Yet, as soon as you let your guard down, a masked figure jumped out in front of the doorway, slapping a hand on the frame and yelling to punctuate his scare tactic.
Instinctively, you leaped backward, and the high-pitch scream from your mouth reverberated through your living space.
The individual at your front door was just as startled as you for a moment, but they soon erupted into… laughter?
“Daniel?”
The person was essentially doubled over in a fit of laughter, and upon finally catching their breath, they put their hands up defensively before pulling their mask off. Soon enough, your suspicions were confirmed.
“I did not think you’d get that scared,” he panted in between more chuckles.
You crossed your arms and huffed at him. “You almost gave me a heart attack!”
“Yeah, right.”
You rolled your eyes at him, moving to shut the door before he put a hand up to stop it.
“Okay, okay! I’m sorry! I really didn’t think it would scare you that much.”
“You’re mean.”
“I don’t mean it.”
“What’s with this getup anyways? What are you supposed to be? Some knock-off cartoon ghost or something?”
His face contorted into a look of confusion, “Um… Ghostface? Have you never seen Scream?”
“Scream?”
“You’re kidding.” He pushed past you, inviting himself in.
“What are you doing?”
“We,” he corrected. “-are about to watch Scream.”
“Is this really what you came here for?”
“No, it’s not. But we’re watching it.” You heard his voice echo as he entered the kitchen, tossing the cheap Halloween mask on the counter.
Thankfully, that golden summer sun-kissed look that made your heart skip a beat had lasted on his skin, even though the season had shifted into autumn weeks ago.
Your eyes trailed down the length of his arms, spotting the portion that was visible from his sweatshirt being pushed up to the elbows. You noticed how the muscles in his forearms twitched just slightly when he twirled the liquor bottle sitting on your kitchen counter. He was practically glowing as he stood in front of you.
You knew you were staring, studying each new detail, admiring just how healthy he looked. He had even gone as far as to take better care of his hair recently, and each time you saw him, the frizzy locks had flourished into perfect ringlets, bouncing each time he moved.
Admittedly, you had always liked Danny, even from the very first time you met him. It was that reserved, calm demeanor of his that initially drew you in. But in recent months that shyness had blossomed into this beaming confidence as he started to find himself more and more.
As much as you adored seeing it, it made you more nervous than ever. For a long time, you thought this thing you had for Danny was a small, meaningless crush. Something that you believed was undoubtedly one-sided and was sure to fade away as your friendship developed.
You pressed again, “Why are you here then?”
A mischievous smirk flashed across his mouth as he sauntered past you toward your living room, holding his hand to his chest in the faux offense. “You make it sound like you don’t want me here? Is that what’s going on, Y/N?”
You blushed some from his tone, following behind him. “Danny… it’s Halloween night, why aren’t you with the guys?”
“And leave a pretty girl all by herself tonight? I guess you really haven’t seen the plot of a scary movie before.” He slumped into the couch and patted the cushion beside him. “Come on.”
You stood in place, hesitating as you leaned your shoulder against the doorframe, running through the scenario unfolding in your head.
You never dared to act on your impulses before, instead choosing to ignore the feelings altogether. It always seemed wrong. Wrong dynamic, unfortunate timing, because if he wasn’t in a committed relationship, he was healing from one.
When he was single, you believed that you shouldn’t risk ruining the friendships between him, you, and the Kiszka’s. What if things got weird, so awkward you couldn’t bear to see each other again? The thought alone crushed you.
You questioned it though. Time and time again. If he had the same feeling or any feelings towards you. You would have never admitted it to anyone, but you found yourself obsessing over those fleeting interactions in your head when you lay in bed at night after seeing him hours prior.
Your mind would replay the moments when his gaze on your lips lasted a few seconds too long. The constant flirty jokes and teasing banter that hung in the air between you. The way he would glance at you from across the room through a group of people.
Despite all these things, the small moments you had convinced yourself that was created within your imagination, he never actually made a move on you. Well, not really. Although, there was one memory that has plagued your consciousness since it happened, and it flashed in your mind once again.
You had one minute.
The countdown was fast approaching and you were running out of time as you watched the timer on the large screen in the living room. Everyone else had already paired with someone to share the traditional smooch when the ball dropped at midnight.
Of course, Danny made sure to tease you throughout the night, just as usual. Tonight it was about questioning your ability to find a willing participant to lock lips with.
Was it better to accept the embarrassment that you would bring in the New Year alone? Or should you just snatch someone at the last moment to get it over with? It wasn’t even something that was a concern for you when you came here tonight, why did it matter so much now?
Maybe because it was Danny. You had tried so hard to impress him, sometimes it was borderline embarrassing. He didn’t even notice you like that. Did he?
As you stared at the television, the exchange you had an hour prior repeated in your head.
“What are you gonna do this year, Y/N? Can’t lay one on Sammy boy this time.” That was a joke he was never gonna let die.
“Shut up. That’s not what happened, and you know it.”
He rolled his eyes and your weak attempt to save face. His focus shifted to pouring vodka into two shot glasses on the table in front of him. He raised a brow. “That’s not what I saw…or heard.”
“Why do you care? Who knows, I might just have to settle for a stranger this time. Might just embrace the single life and lock lips with my drink this time.”
He scoffed at your dismissive tone, bringing the tiny glass to his lips, “Oh come on, Y/N! If you want to kiss me all you have to do is ask.”
Before you had the chance to respond, he downed the liquor and brushed past, leaving you standing alone to process his words over and over again.
Everyone grouped in for the countdown, chanting together, “-Five, four, three…”
Suddenly, a firm hand wrapped around the nape of your neck from behind, causing you to jump from the unexpected touch. You turned to find the source.
“Two…”
You were met with Danny, inches away from your face with a gentle hold of your chin within his fingers, tipping it up so you looked into his glassy eyes. No. He wasn’t really thinking of this. It was all a dumb joke, right?
“One! Happy New Year!”
His lips connected with yours, and something that should have been a friendly peck was more passionate than you could have anticipated. You melted into him, stumbling to catch up to the movements of his tongue against yours. How drunk were you?
You got lost in him, and you would curse at yourself later for not remembering all the tiny details of the passing moment. It wasn’t until someone yelled his name amongst the cheers of other party goers that he broke away from you.
His eyes flicked back up to yours just as a smile slowly formed across his face, lagging a second behind from the alcohol in his system. He brushed his thumb across your cheek, whispering, “Happy New Year.”
And just like that, he walked off, intermingling with friends, acting like nothing had ever happened. That a kiss like that meant nothing to him. You didn’t talk about it either. It was the topic that never got discussed, not even once.
Almost an entire year has gone by, leaving you restless in this state of suspense. The unknown of what it truly meant, or if it was actually just meaningless, and if that was all it was ever going to be.
You had been through an emotional rollercoaster of hopeless pining and then frustration that things never changed between the two of you. You just wanted your dumb little crush to finally fizzle out so you could just move on already.
But here you were, accepting his playful invitation to join him and pretend that nothing ever happened and everything was just normal as ever for you.
As you finally sat on your couch, ready to watch whatever this Scream movie was, you would’ve been willing to bet that the cushions were suddenly made of brick. It hit you that you were alone. Alone with Danny. You felt awkward being so far away from him, having chosen a spot on the opposite end of the couch, but you knew the distance was probably best for you. Even from afar, you felt rigid, tense as you overanalyzed every position of your body on the piece of furniture.
The movie playing barely kept your focus pulled from Danny. Everything you had noticed about him during your friendship with the others, you were hyper aware of now. How he slumped comfortably into the cushion, one arm draped over the edge of the couch. How he seemed to feel so natural here in your space with you. Were you seeing things correctly? Had you fallen asleep after changing into your pajamas, entering another one of your perfect dreamscapes? No.
This was real. This was now. And although you did your best not to glance over at him, you couldn’t help yourself. Your eyes wandered to him every time you questioned reality, and each time, you’d let your gaze linger slightly, mostly out of the corner of your eye.
You had become so distracted that you weren’t even aware of what was on the screen in front of you. The scenes were just blurred flashes of light, the dialogue a mess of mumbled words. Danny was your focus.
Only when he looked over to see your reaction to one of the scenes did he catch you staring, and immediately, embarrassment flushed through you, probably pinkening the apples of your cheeks enough for him to notice. His lips pulled into a teasing smirk as his tongue slipped across his upper teeth.
As much as you wanted to continue staring in awe at him, you quickly broke away to stare at the TV hoping that the moment would be lost within seconds. You didn’t dare look at him, but you would have sworn you heard him giggle under his breath. It was brief, almost unnoticeable, but the idea of being the cause of such a sweet noise made you want to hear it over and over again.
You stewed for what felt like half the movie before finally making the move to bring your feet up and toss the throw blanket over your bare legs. Just when you thought he had returned his attention to the movie, forgetting about your slip up, he proved otherwise.
Although his gaze never wavered from the TV, his hand wrapped around the top of your foot, pulling it to place on his lap. He brought the other as well, and started to rub them softly as he silently continued to watch the film. The movements of his thumb were gentle, yet firm as he rubbed into the sore muscles.
It was something so innocent, yet it fluttered along the lines of being platonic. At least, you wanted to believe that. You wanted there to be a hidden meaning behind his actions. You wanted to know if you were the only one with rampant thoughts and trembling breath.
You were imagining his hands- his strong, soft hands abandoning their current placement. Instead, they traveled up your shin, calf, knee. His fingertips drawing shapes along your bare legs in such a manner that you knew he had a hidden objective.
“Y/N, you’re freezing.” Danny rubbed the tops of your feet to warm them up, like someone would do to the hands after coming in from outside on a chilly day.
His statement brought you out of your thoughts, but with the direction they had been going in, was that really a bad thing?
“Danny, I’m fine.” You scoffed and went to pull your feet from his grasp.
“Seriously, your feet are like ice cubes,” he repeated, this time, keeping a strong hold on your ankles to prevent you from moving. For some reason, his grip made you blush.
You tried to snap out of your daze again, only knowing to return his argument. “They are not. Dan-“
“Come here,” he cut you off. In an instant he pulled your legs, draping them over his lap and brought you closer to him. Your protests were silenced by the action, and you had to bite your tongue to keep yourself from sighing and melting into him.
“See? Isn’t that much better?” he hummed into the top of your head. You could have sworn your heart skipped a beat and every ounce of air escaped your lungs. You weren’t just watching this movie together. You were snuggling on the couch. With Danny.
You always imagined yourself like this with him, especially since you spent so much time with the boys, but nothing could’ve prepared you for this. There was no one in the house other than the two of you. No one to use as a buffer. No one to interrupt whatever might transpire from all of this.
You felt the heat radiate off of him, and his arm draped across your shoulders to nuzzle you in that much closer. Enough to feel his chest rise and fall with each deep, calming breath. The same thumb that rubbed circles on the top of your foot moments ago, was now working on the peak of your shoulder.
You couldn’t have relaxed if your life depended on it. Each muscle was stiff, tense with anticipation and nerves as Danny started exploring your body, yet he was still treading in the harmless and platonic territory. At least in your mind he was.
His other hand found a position right below your knee, tucked away from sight underneath the throw blanket you had draped across yourself.
It felt like it was searing into the flesh, but in reality it was a gentle, warm touch that brushed across your soft skin. Almost absentmindedly. Fingertips circled around your knees, and at some points drummed delicately against the surface.
Danny drummed his hands on practically anything in front of him most of the time, so you really shouldn’t have thought much about it, but now? Feeling him tap on your bare legs felt way more intimate than you could have anticipated.
Now, it is impossible for you to focus. The screen had just become something for your eyes to look at, but they weren’t really taking anything in. Especially as Danny’s hand continued to inch further and further up your leg, giving gentle squeezes to your thigh.
Your breath hitched in your throat, and you let out a shaky sigh from the feeling. Just as they did when you imagined them, the teasing, barely-there touches of his fingers created a heat to build between your legs. Instinctively, you squeezed them together, hoping to suppress the overwhelming buzz that resided in your senses. You thought he’d stop here, just before the line was crossed. The higher up his hands traveled, the faster your heart rate became. You were certain you’d pass out just as they slipped under the opening of your pajama shorts.
Without further thought, you sprung to your feet, looking for an outlet and a reason to escape the embarrassment of being way too into the mindless actions of your best friend. However, before you could walk away from the couch, Danny grabbed your wrist. Just enough to spin you so you faced him, tugging you forward that you tumbled on top of him.
Your hand caught his shoulder as one knee sunk into the cushion beside him. Before you had the chance to react, you were straddling over his lap.
He looked up at you, his large brown eyes peering into yours, deep enough you could fall right into them. His fingers were still wrapped around your wrist in a tightened grip that made your palm was rest against his chest.
“Where do you think you’re going?” He whispered, so close that you felt his breath fan across your lips.
His eyes broke away to flick down to your lips, and back again. An intense heat flashed through your face, blurring your vision as you attempted to form a coherent response.
“Uhh… I uhhh…I-I’ll be right back,” you stammered over your words and you pulled your hand from his grasp and shuffled off of him.
You walked out of your living room into the kitchen, nearly stumbling over your feet from how flustered you had become. You were reeling, desperate to ground yourself to reality as you paced back and forth between your fridge and sink. Get it together.
“You okay?” Danny asked as he came up from behind you, startling you from your racing thoughts.
“Yeah…yeah,” You swallowed harshly. “I’m just cold. Going to get another blanket.”
“In the kitchen?”
“No. Well…yes I guess.”
He just stared at you, smirking at your expense, “Let’s just finish the movie. and here-“ he paused and started to pull the sweatshirt off his body. The t-shirt he wore underneath clung to the hoodie, revealing his stomach to you as he pulled it over his head. Your eyes lingered on the dark trail of hair starting from his navel down to below the waistband of his jeans. What would it feel like to brush your lips across it as you kissed down his stomach?
The thought made you shudder as you tried to shake it from your mind. He offered the sweatshirt and all you could do was stare at it as he held it in his hand. He finished his previous statement with a smile. “-you can wear this if you’re cold.”
You took the clothing from his hand, rolling the soft material in your fingers when you asked, “Do- do we have to finish the movie?”
You cursed yourself for stuttering, knowing he already had the upperhand in whatever this was. The idea of being back on the couch with him should’ve excited you, but all you could think about was how your guard was slowly coming down. Each small touch, glance, graze of his fingers, had you nervous that you’d let all of your pent-up emotions surface.
He smirked, watching you enter your inner torment before teasing you once more. “Why? You’re not scared are you?”
“No!” You answered, much too quickly. “No, not at all. I just-”
“You think something’s out to get you? Or someone?” He was getting closer, stalking as if he had just spotted the prey that would serve as his meal for the night, backing you closer and closer to the counter behind you.
You tried to laugh it off, accepting that this was just part of his plan to make you break. It seemed as if he knew how you felt about him, but how could you be so sure? Maybe he just liked the game you both were playing. That he was playing.
“I think if anything’s out to get me-” you started nervously. “-it would be you, Daniel.”
His laugh was genuine before he returned to the same - almost cocky - tone he had used prior. “Maybe I am.”
You wanted to take it as a confession that this was something he was interested in exploring, at least for the night. The possibility made your cheeks red, and you had to break the eye contact you were starting to love a little too much. Your head dropped down, watching the distance between you lessen and lessen until his chest was essentially pressed to yours. He had successfully locked you between him and the counter with a hand on either side of you.
The smell of his cologne wafted over you, making you shiver and sigh. A sight he apparently enjoyed seeing.
“You know the one rule of most scary movies, right?”
You kept your head down, knowing that this was just another avenue that would lead to him teasing you. And that teasing would only embarrass you more. You settled on answering his question by shaking your head.
A gentle finger hooked under your chin, bringing your face back up to watch him lean into you. You thought he was on the path to connect your lips, but he missed them just barely, instead leaning to your ear to whisper the answer to what seemed like a rhetorical question.
“Don’t have sex,” he rasped, warm breath fanning against the shell of your ear and down the side of your neck.
You laughed nervously, hoping the noise would wake you up from this dream you were in. You were losing yourself in his touch, and you knew it was a slippery slope from here. “W-what?”
He drew away from you, finger still under your chin and thumb caressing the soft skin. “I guess someone was distracted.”
You give him a confused look, not sure what he was really getting at.
“If you were actually watching the movie, Y/N-” he started. “-you would know what I’m talking about. Don’t. Have. Sex.” He let his eyes fixate on your mouth, unabashedly staring as he punctuated each of his words with a light tap to your bottom lip.
You huffed in laughter, hoping it would mask the nerves that had made your stomach flip wildly in knots all night long. “Well… easy enough then.”
He smiled at you, and his hand retreated from your chin to trail down your arm, only abandoning its path to rest on your hip. “Is it?”
“I- I think so.” Any second now, you’d be melting away. You were running out of patience with him and yourself. There was only so much you could put up with under the label of ‘friends.’ His hand on your hip - gripping as if you’d try to walk away - and his body pressing into yours was making it harder and harder for you to keep your cool.
“You only think? You have to be sure, Y/N.” He was mocking you now, watching you tremble and waiting for you to crumble under his touch.
“Danny…” you warned.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“…No”
“Then tell me what you want.”
“I-“
“Come on. I know that pretty little head of yours is full of even prettier thoughts. Be a doll and tell me about them.” His other hand brushed hair that had fallen over your cheek to tuck it behind your ear. As it did, his hand stayed on your face, cupping your cheek as he asked, “What do you want?”
What did you want? Did you want him to keep going at the same pace he had set from the beginning of the night? Did you want to see where this all went, follow his lead to see where it took you? Part of you wanted to say yes. The other part… unreadable.
The only part you could listen to, however, was the one screaming at you to agree with him, to tell him the first thing running through your mind, the thing you were most certain of.
“…Kiss me? Please I just-“ you cut yourself off, scared that you’d mess up this chance by the abundance of words trying to spill from you.
“Is that what you really want?” He lowered his head even closer than before, hovering inches away from your lips. You felt his fingers search for your hand that was propped on the edge of the counter.
He pulled it into his own, interlacing his fingers in yours, holding them for a moment until you mumbled a feeble, “…yes.”
His hand released from yours to trail up your arm, tickling your skin with a feather-light touch of fingertips. They reached the side of your neck, dancing along your jaw to cup your cheek for a second time.
“Then that’s what you’ll get.”
With the amount of teasing that had bounced between you both, you didn’t think he was serious. You thought he’d finally back down, realize that this was too much. That this is not what he wanted. But he didn’t retreat.
And even then, you didn’t think the kiss would be as sweet as it was. You imagined that he’d take the chance to devour you, if that’s what he really wanted. The anticipation was sure to make him hungry, and you imagined the kiss would be reckless. But it wasn’t.
In fact, it was almost… gentle. His soft, plush lips connected with yours in a way that was entirely too tender, too affectionate for this to be a moment of lust. You couldn’t help but sigh into his mouth, however, a small whimper accompanying the breath. And that’s when the tempo seemed to shift.
It was almost a growl, the noise returned to you. A deep groan from the base of his sternum that resonated through you while his lips pushed against yours just a tad harder. The noise you had made was the cause of it all, and you knew that this was going to be much more than just a kiss.
The hand on your cheek shifted to the nape of your neck, tugging lightly on the hair that rested there, and the hand on your hip moved to your ass, gripping and kneading into the flesh. You let your hands travel under his shirt, just barely, to rest on his hips while you kissed him. However, the cotton covering his torso was shed in an instant, and he bent slightly to place a solid grip to the back of your thighs while he reconnected your lips. Before you knew it, you were being lifted and placed gently on the counter you had been pressed against.
He touched you as if he’d been longing for it for centuries. He was mapping out the expanse of your body, documenting every mark and curve like they were road signs to guide him along the way. In an attempt to make you whimper once more, he bit your bottom lip before soothing the pain by sucking on it. The action only caused his tongue to roam and deepen the kiss.
You could feel his hands slipping under your shirt, first staying at the small of your back, holding you. Keeping you still. But as your grip tightened on his hips, his did as well. His soft hands became rough, his nails digging into your skin and scratching you as he held you close. They traveled up and down your spine, now wandering along the details that lie there. The stretch marks, the freckles and moles, the scars. Nothing was to be left undiscovered.
And when they meandered to the front of your body, tracing over your belly before finally caressing the skin of your breasts, you sucked in a breath. A gasp that he swallowed down greedily before pulling away from you just enough to breathe in your air.
Danny didn’t stay there long, though. A quick swipe of his thumb against your nipples was all he gave you before continuing his expedition, his hands dropping lower… lower. Of course, he stopped to tease you by only letting the tips of his fingers slide under the waistband of your shorts and panties. Once he heard another sweet sound fall from your lips, he allowed himself to continue, not hesitating in his actions before his fingers dipped into your folds.
You cried out in a hoarse, broken voice, “…Danny.”
The ease of how his name fell from your open mouth surprised you, and him from how a low growl rumbled his chest when he finally felt how wet you truly were,
“Fuck. Say it again.” He panted into your ear, circling your clit with precision. He took a hold of your wrist to guide you to his erection straining under the tightness of his jeans.
You grazed your palm over the covered length, whispering a soft “Oh my god.”
Having your suspicions from letting your mind wander all this time was one thing, but actually knowing if your thoughts were correct was another.
A smile formed against your cheek from your reaction, basking in the stroke of his ego you had just given him, “You feel how hard that made me? Just hearing you cry my name.”
The way his fingers fluttered against you coaxed anything he could want from you, especially his name tumbling from your kiss-swollen lips.
In the frenzy you had found yourself in, your shirt was tossed to the floor, and whatever self-consciousness you might have had with having your bare chest exposed to him, evaporated the instant his lips wrapped around your nipple.
He traveled down your body peppering the supple skin between your breasts and across your belly as he sank to his knees beneath you. Your hands dove into the tresses of long curly hair, tightening in anticipation as he made his way down.
A breathy laugh fluttered below your navel when you tugged his hair from his scalp, maybe a little too tight. The air from his mouth tickled your skin, sending a shiver down your spine, making you clench in need.
His fingers gripped into the thickness of your thighs with his arms hooked around them, breathing you in as he rubbed the hard bridge of his nose into your covered core.
He tugged at the waistbands around you, and in an action that should’ve been embarrassing and awkward, you wiggled to help him free you from your shorts and panties. If you were being honest, you couldn’t focus on anything else besides Danny’s mouth exploring every inch of your body. He guided your legs to rest on his broad shoulders and you instinctively pulled him closer to you.
“Someone’s excited.” He nipped on the delicate skin of your inner thigh, causing you to flinch before he quickly soothed the sharp sting with a flick of his tongue.
Even if you wanted to bicker with him, maybe to throw a witty remark back, you would have been cut off as soon as his face dove into your pussy. You threw your head back into the cabinet behind you the instant his mouth connected with you.
His lust-darkened eyes, massive and endless as they pulled you into their depths, looked up at you while he worked on your clit. You watched as his tongue rolled around the sensitive bud, sucking lapping it into the comforting warmth of his mouth, Savoring it as if you were the sweetest candy he had ever tasted
“Danny…” You whined, dragging his name out in your ragged, pitchy voice. Your hips bucked up to grind into his face, desperate in their search for more. “Danny, please!”
He growled into you, shuddering at the sound of his name falling freely from your lips like a depraved, shameless prayer. The tears welling in your eyes started to blur your vision, but you were able to see his hand leave your thigh to reach down to where you swore you caught him palming himself over his jeans.
As much as you wanted to see him, to take in every little detail of how he looked between your spread legs so you could lock that memory away for later, he was pushing you to the very limit.
Your poor muscles ached from the uncomfortable strain of this position, but you couldn’t care less if you tried. The merciless grip you had on the handful of the curls sitting on the crown of his head should’ve been painful. Not once did he complain. Instead, the arm that was wrapped around your leg, spread you apart with his fingers before continuing to please you.
He knew you were teetering right on the edge. He could see it in the way your head had practically fused into the cabinet from pressing it so hard into the wood. In the way you were shaking, trembling as you felt it right in your grasp, so close. In the way you were practically hanging off the edge of your kitchen counter from chasing the ever-tightening coil. However, the movements of his tongue slowed, almost painfully slow to tease you. To bring you back under his control.
“Fuck- What the hell, Danny?” you huffed at him, upset with his antics.
He giggled, kissing the sweetness of your pussy before answering, “Oh, you’ve been waiting for this for so long. What’s a few more minutes?”
Much to your dismay, you saw him shifting to return to his standing position in front of you. You would’ve complained further if he completely detached from you, but he didn’t. His lips were leaving deep, wet kisses back up your abdomen and chest, all the way to your neck and behind your ear. He slipped a teasing finger inside you, the slow, languid motion making you wrap your legs around him to keep him there for as long as you could. But as he curled his finger, you quickly lost whatever control you thought you had.
You braced yourself with your hands propped on the counter behind you, and as you did so, you felt your fingers brush past an object. You reached, this time with more intention, and once it was in your palm, you knew exactly what it was. And what you wanted him to do with it.
The mask he had worn at the beginning of the night, apparently a staple of the movie he was so eager to watch with you, had been tossed on the counter long ago. Forgotten until now.
You had barely any time to actually see him in the mask, but for some reason, you craved it. Even with his lips on your neck and fingers buried deep inside of you, that was all you could think about. Without much thought, you brought the mask in front of you, shoving it into his chest.
His movements stilled, and he slowly drew back from you, giving you a curious expression once he was in your line of sight. You could still feel the languid movement of his finger pumping inside you, but your focus was on his face. His eyes dropped to the mask for a moment before meeting yours, his free hand grabbing the mask from your hands.
“What do you want, sweet girl?” His voice was silken, husky as he asked his question.
“Put it on,” you purred. “Please, Danny. Put it on.”
He smirked at your pleas, how soft and quiet they were. You sounded prettier than he had ever imagined, and what kind of person would he be to deny you at a time like this?
He continued his intense stare while his finger retreated from its warm place inside you, and the stare didn’t falter once he brought it to his lips, licking and sucking the sweet taste of you off of him. Now clean, he used the hand to adjust the mask as necessary to pull it over his head. You couldn’t stop yourself from groaning once he had put it on.
Your hands had a mind of their own, reaching for the button of his jeans so you could make him feel as good as he had to you.
He watched you as you worked to free him from the confines of his pants and boxers, hand cupping your jaw in a loving, yet possessive way. And once you succeeded, you didn’t hesitate to wrap your hands around his length in an instant.
Danny’s breathing was muffled from behind the mask, but you could still hear the distinct shakiness in the exhale once you began stroking him. There was something about the mystery of it all, the image of his face contorting under the mask, eyebrows furrowed and mouth open, that really intrigued you.
“Is this what you wanted?” He teased. “You wanted me to wear this for you while you play with my cock?”
It was filthy, such a dirty question, and if you had any sense, you’d answer him. But of course, you couldn’t form a sentence that accurately described what you wanted from him. In fact, you hadn’t been aware that you wanted him to wear the mask until moments ago. The only thing you were sure of is that you wanted him. All of him.
He grabbed your wrists with an aggression you were not prepared for, wrenching your hands off of him and holding them tightly.
“I asked you a question, doll,” he taunted. His voice had somehow gotten even darker, as if he were speaking from pure, animalistic lust. And the chuckle paired with the pet name sent shivers down your spine.
You nodded, unable to speak up, but desperate to comply with him. However, once you had given your answer of yes, you wished you hadn’t. Instead of releasing your hands to allow you to continue jerking him off, he only let go so he could pick up where you left off.
You wanted to protest, to tell him to stop so you could do it for him, but the sight in front of you, Danny’s hands working over himself so naturally, was one you weren’t sure you’d ever get to see again. It made your mouth drool, your legs wrapping around his hips just a touch tighter. Your hands rested on his biceps, and you could feel the muscles tighten and flex under your grasp.
His chest was heaving already, seemingly so close to his climax before you could do much of anything about it. You whimpered at the thought of this all being over so soon. You didn’t think Danny would be like any other guy, ending the encounter before helping you find your release, but you couldn’t help but worry. You wanted to feel him inside you. You wanted to feel your walls flutter around him while he fucked you senseless. You needed it. You were afraid you had come this far and would still never get that.
But just as you thought it was all over, he stopped. After one last swipe of his thumb across the head, gathering the stray glistening beads that had accumulated, the digit was brought to your lips. You looked up at him, into the vacant, expressionless face of the mask, before obediently taking his finger into your mouth.
He groaned, relishing in your sweet, innocent gaze as you completed the task. However, he quickly became disappointed at your impatient attempts to fumble for his cock and align it with your entrance. So, so needy.
Your mind didn’t register the fact that his finger was no longer in your mouth until you felt a hand around your throat.
“Aht,” he tsked. “I can do that my fucking self. Greedy.”
He dragged the head of his cock up and down, collecting your wetness to coat himself in lazy, teasing movements.
Danny leaned in to whisper into your ear, voice low and raspy, “Do you want it?”
You sighed at the sound, the sound coming out a strangled mess with his palm squeezing around your throat. With what strength you could, you wrapped your fingers around the back of his neck to keep him against your cheek. The cold, white plastic of the mask made you shiver, but the warmth that radiated from him was enough to combat it. You had forgotten to respond, too immersed in the feeling of him.
“Hmm?” he tried again, bringing you slowly back to him, back to the present.
“…Yes,” you finally answered, but it didn’t seem to be enough for him.
“Yes, what?” Suddenly, you felt too shy to say the words aloud, but with the way the tip of his cock was gliding over your clit with each push of his hips was driving you over the edge. “Just be a good girl and tell me what you want.”
You whined, sure that there would be tears streaming down your face if he continued his teasing. Through the blurry haze of lack of oxygen and unbridled desire, you were able to give him a full sentence. Exactly what he was looking for. “Danny, I want to feel you, please!”
At last, Danny huffed a satisfied laugh before he lined himself up with you. You expected him to thrust into you with how long you have built up to this moment. You even yourself braced for it.
Instead, he just let his cock sink into you with ease, inch-by-inch you accepted him, and relished in his ability to make you ready for this. So needy for him that you ached for it.
You sensed the change in his breathing as he bottomed out inside you, groaning your name into the crook of your neck. You had wanted this for so long. Thought about for too many nights with your fingers slipping under your panties, imagining him instead of yourself.
You tried to absorb every little detail that you could, but you became frustrated that the majority of this moment was being obscured by the mask covering his face. You couldn’t see his expression, you couldn’t look to him for guidance, you couldn’t even kiss him. And god did you miss kissing him.
You fumbled to grasp ahold to the bottom of his mask, trying desperately to get it off of him so you could reunite with the beautiful face. Much too tired of your attempts, he released his hold on your neck to rip the mask off of himself. And in the blink of an eye, you were able to see Danny’s flushed cheeks, glistening forehead, darkened pupils, as if it were the first time you’d ever seen him.
As if he were greeting a long lost lover, he let his hands rest on either of your cheeks and pulled you in for another sweet, passionate kiss. You felt complete, connected in every way without any rush to the objective. This was the objective.
Now, you could focus on the details. The way his soft hair brushes against your face and tickles your bare skin, how his teeth graze the peak of your shoulder between kisses as he stretches you out. How strong the hold is around your waist in his need to steady himself. The way you can taste the slight saltiness of his skin when you kiss his throat.
The both of you took in the moment, holding each other as the sounds of your combined panting echoed around the walls of your kitchen. Your legs locked around his waist, keeping his cock throbbing deep within you, unmoving and unwavering. You could stay here forever.
His hands roamed the expanse of your back until his fingers knotted into the hair at the nape of your neck. You cried out, digging your nails into his back as you felt a particular tug to the locks in his hand.
He pulled away, suddenly a slight shift in his demeanor, eyes darting between yours “You okay?
“Yeah…just-“ You paused, trying to gather your thoughts as best as you could. “-you feel so good, Danny.”
The hint of a smirk indicated that he was pleased to hear you say such a thing, and he let his eyes fall to your lips as he licked over his own. “Yeah? It feels good?”
You nodded, a pathetic mewl ringing from you as he pulled out slightly and slowly, bringing your attention to the shape of him and the friction it provided. He watched as your lips formed a perfect ‘O’ to show just how much you were enjoying yourself, and it wasn’t long before he reconnected his lips to them, plunging right back into you right as his tongue slipped into your mouth.
Danny had left you suspended, leaving your eventual release just within grasp only moments ago. You were no longer treading in the ocean of your pleasure, he was drowning you in it.
That coil that had been tightening within your belly finally snapped, sending you into the crashing wall of your climax without mercy. You tightened around him, but he continued to fuck you through it, riding in the waves of your orgasm.
The self-control he once possessed was long gone with the force of him finally unleashing his hips into you, filling the room with the lewd sounds of his body connecting with the back of your legs, acting as his own sinful metronome.
The grip he had onto your thigh was harsh, serving as his only anchor to you. You knew he was right behind you with how his thrusts began to falter, pairing them with a strangled moan of his own.
Later on, you would find your shoulder and neck littered with a crude pattern of love marks and impressions of his teeth from him losing himself in the feeling of you.
Just how you sang his name through the height of your ecstasy, yours was being mumbled into the sweat-dampened skin of your throat.
If this was what being with Dannt was like, you were going to chase this high from this moment forth. In a frantic movement just as he pushed past the point of no return, his tongue slipped into your mouth once again. He was connected to you every way he possibly could right as he started to let go. Your legs locked tighter around him than ever before, keeping him stilled as the warmth of his release spilled deep into you.
You didn’t want him to ever leave. You wanted to keep him close to you, inside you for as long as you possibly could.
You basked in each other's presence for a while, allowing your breathing and heart rates to return to normal. Fighting his own desires, he finally pulled from you, making you both wince from the loss of contact.
He tucked himself back into his jeans before helping you off the counter, taking your hand until your feet connected with the floor. To your surprise, your legs were weaker than you predicted, wobbling violently under the sudden weight of your body.
He bent down to pick you up when he noticed you struggle, but you pressed your hand to his chest as you huffed in protest, “Daniel, I can walk in my own home.”
“Did you not just see yourself almost fall? Let me take care of you.”
“I thought that’s what you just did.”
“Oh, come here.” He pulled you in, hitching your legs around his waist as he stood up.
Danny carried you across your apartment with ease, despite how much he just exerted himself. He kicked the door to your bedroom open with his foot.
Laying you across your bed, he let you sink into the sea of blankets and pillows beneath you completing the gesture with a tender kiss placed on your lips.
He left your bedroom for a few minutes to return with a warm washcloth in hand.
“Danny-“
He cooed, crawling over the bed towards you, “Shhh, take your time. Relax.”
He took extra care in helping you clean up, and roamed his hands over your body only to admire your beauty. He shuffled under the sheet across your bed to get cozy, pulling you into the warmth of his chest. You both laid in a peaceful silence, and you listened to his heart thump at a steady pace once again.
“Can we watch a different movie, one that’s not so scary?”
“Sure,” he mumbled into your hair, “what did you have in mind?”
You thought it over for a minute, flipping through the possibilities until you landed on one that made you smile, “Hocus Pocus?”
He giggled at your answer, squeezing your arm, “You’re adorable.”
“Shut up. It’s a classic!”
He helped you put on the new choice of movie, settling back into your comfortable position.
You let the familiar scenes of the childhood classic lull you into a sleepy daze. And you were happy with that, leaving things unsaid for now, wrapped in each other’s arms as you watched the silly movie. His fingers twirled in your hair by your temple as yours traced along the details of his stomach. You wouldn’t have changed a single thing about this moment if given the opportunity.
Just before you started to drift away into slumber from sleep heavy eyes, he joked one last time, “You know… you’re kinkier than I thought.”
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Two Ghost Motel Chapter 2
Summary:
Danny is tired.
Endless ghost fights with too many responsibilities and too little time; he barely passed sophomore year. When Ember visits town for a bit of fun, she mentions the Two Ghost Motel, a place of peace and refuge for restless ghosts who aren't ready to cross over.
“I’m fine, Ember.”
Danny’s got a home and friends. He’s fine, really.
But when his parents begin experimenting with electricity to destabilize ghosts, it’s too much for Danny. Unfortunately, neither Sam nor Tucker can host him for the night and he’s left wandering in the night, alone. Then he sees it: The Two Ghost Motel.
He checks in.
“Welcome.”
Word Count: 5k
Warnings: Minor Original Character Death
Fandom: DPxDC (though no knowledge of DC is necessary for this fic.)
AO3, Chapter 1
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The next morning, he woke up to pale sunlight shining through the blinds. Danny groaned and threw an arm over his eyes. He didn’t want to go home.
Something shifted next to him, and Danny jumped out of the bed, taking a defensive stance in the air above the bed. Only to relax when he saw Jay blinking blearily at him.
Danny laughed self-consciously as he set down on the floor.
“Your mask makes that sound so creepy,” said Jay through a yawn.
“Makes what sound creepy?”
“You laughing. I wish my mask did that.”
Danny cocked his head. “You don’t have a mask.”
“Yes I do.”
“Why aren’t you wearing it?”
Jay shrugged and rolled over so he was facing away from Danny. “Dunno. I don’t remember what it looked like, so I can’t wear it. Did you forget a lot of things when you died? I wasn’t like this in life. I know that much.”
Danny chewed the inside of his lip as he stared at his companion. “No,” he said eventually. “But my death was a bit weird. I wouldn’t recommend using me as an example of normal.”
That got Jay to turn around and look at him again. “Weird how?”
Danny just shrugged. “Just weird. I don’t want to talk about it.”
Something passed over Jay’s face and he nodded before getting out of bed. “Come on, it’s daytime. Let’s go outside. There’s a basketball hoop out back.”
Danny shook his head. “I should be getting back home. My parents will be expecting me.”
“There’s someone waiting for me, too. I can’t stay here long.”
Danny landed on the floor and began stuffing his few belongings back into his backpack. “Who do you want to get back to?”
Jay paused with his hand on the door handle. “I need to tell him it wasn’t his fault.”
Danny tossed his backpack onto his shoulders and threw and arm over Jay’s. “Well then, let’s check out. Where’re you from? I got here through Amity Park in Illinois.” He led them out of the room to the walkway.
“I’m from a Park, too. But I don’t remember more than that. We never called it Park, though. I think it was an alley? It was near the ocean.”
“You know, I’ve never seen the ocean. What’s it like?”
Danny felt more than saw Jay’s shrug. “It’s impossible to describe. Unimaginably big, though. When you’re on a boat and can’t see land anymore…” he trailed off and Danny didn’t force him to continue. None of the other ghosts he’d met seemed to have Jay’s issues with memories. But then, most of them weren’t as fixated on their past lives, either.
At the bottom of the stairs, one of the boys he’d met last night was still playing jacks, but his friend was no where to be seen.
“Hey, Matt. Where’s Alan this morning,” asked Danny.
It took a moment, but Matt eventually looked at him with a blank expression. “Alan?”
“Isn’t that your friend’s name? I thought it was. The boy you were playing with last night?”
Matt blinked at him. “I don’t have any friends. I play by myself.”
Danny and Jay exchanged a look and Jay walked over to sit opposite Matt. “I know how to play,” he said. “And jacks is way more fun with two players. Want to start over with me?”
A slight smile flashed across Matt’s face, though it was gone as soon as it appeared. “Fine. I go first.”
Jay shrugged. “Betcha I can beat you anyway.”
Danny joined them on the ground. “Mind explaining the rules to me as you go? I always wanted to learn.”
“Sure,” said Jay. “We’re gonna start with the onesies round. Matt, start whenever you’re ready.”
Matt tossed the jacks on the ground and tossed up a bouncy ball. It’d bounce once, he’d pick up a jack and catch the ball, then repeat the process. Jay explained the rules as they went.
Once Matt collected all the jacks, he spread them out again and handed the ball to Jay who began the process again.
“So how long have you been here, Matt?” asked Danny.
Matt shook his head. “Dunno. Ma’ll get me when it’s time to go home.” He was entirely focused on Jay’s hands and the ball.
“Are you afraid Jay’ll cheat?”
“You always cheat if you can get away with it. He’d be stupid not to.”
Danny laughed, “Got it. An unspoken rule?”
Jay picked up the last jack and caught the ball. “Not one I’ve heard.” He tossed the ball over to Matt. “Your turn, squirt.”
It was hard to get Matt to talk and even harder to get him to talk about anything other than the game. But Danny did manage to learn that he was born in New York City in the fifties and that he was waiting at the motel for his parents.
He didn’t seem to know he was dead, and he didn’t remember anything about Alan.
Jay won the first round and Matt was setting up another game before they could protest. This time, Matt won. When he set up the third game, Danny joined in. He failed miserably. His complete incompetence made Matt smile again, though, so he considered it a win and was happy to go for a fourth game.
By the time they finished, the sun was much higher in the sky.
“Oh, shit. I need to get home,” Danny said, once he noticed. He looked around and saw more ghosts were wandering around now that it was day.
Two men in suits were leaning against the wall smoking cigarettes, a woman in a floral dress was walking a dog. And leaning against a railing, looking over the drained pool, was Tom.
“Wait, I met that man last night. I’m gonna go say hi. I’ll check out after I talk to him.”
Jay waved him off as he set up another game with Matt.
Danny ran over to Tom and took up a space next to him. “What are you looking at, Mr. Tom.” The cement of the pool was cracked and ghostly plants like the ones in the parking lot grew through them.
“Doesn’t the water look nice? I remember swimming before. With a child? A boy, I think. And a woman. We had fun.”
Danny looked up at Tom sharply. “What are you talking about? The pool’s been drained. It’s just a cement hole right now.”
“They want me to join them.”
“Who wants you to join them? There’s no one there!”
But Tom merely stepped forward through the fence. Danny reached out to grab his arm, only for his hand to pass right through it. “What?” He’d never had a hard time grabbing a ghost before. “Tom! Wait, there’s nothing there.”
Tom ignored him and kept walking. Danny rushed after him, but the delay meant he was still several steps back when Tom lifted his hands and dove off the side of the pool into the empty hole.
As soon as the man was out of sight, Danny’s ghost sense lessened. He ran to the edge and looked down into an empty pool.
“What just happened?” he asked himself. Something about the pool made him uneasy and he backed away from the ledge. Tom must’ve turned intangible and dived below ground. Or invisible and was playing a prank on him.
His back hit the metal fence hard and he winced. He hadn’t realized how quickly he’d been moving. With a mental shake, he turned intangible and walked through it back to Jay and Matt.
“Jay,” said Danny.
His friend ignored him as he bounced the ball once more.
“Birdie!” Danny half-shouted this time.
Jay missed catching the ball and let out a curse. “What’d you do that for?” he demanded. “I was doing well!”
“I think there’s something strange about this place,” said Danny. “Tom— he just, he just disappeared.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “We’re all just here for a short rest before returning to where we came from. He probably just went home.”
“He thought the pool was filled with water and dove right into it. Said something about someone calling him to join them. And then I stopped sensing him!”
The panic in Danny’s voice was enough to get Jay standing. He placed a comforting hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Hey, Phantom. It’s okay. I’m sure he’s fine. Why don’t we ask the receptionist which room he’s in and see if he went back there?”
“I… Okay. Yeah. Let’s do that.” He looked down at Matt. “Want to join us, Matt? See more of the motel?”
He shook his head. “Mom told me to wait. She’ll come for me.”
Danny and Jay exchanged a look, but Danny just nodded. “All right, kiddo. But you come find me if you need anything, okay? I’m in room 214. And Jay’s in 215. Either one of us will help you if you need it.”
But Matt was back to ignoring them as he tossed the bouncy ball in the air and resumed his game.
Jay grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him to the front office. “Come on, we’ll go find out what happened to Tom.”
The office didn’t look much different by light of day. The women on the couch had gone, replaced with a man and a boy. Both were dressed formally; the man was reading a newspaper while the boy had a comic book. Danny thought he recognized Spiderman on the cover, though it was hard to see with how the kid was holding it.
The same receptionist from the night before sat behind the desk and Jay hurried them through until they were standing opposite her.
She didn’t so much as twitch.
“Hey, lady,” demanded Jay, “we’ve a question for you.”
“Jay!” protested Danny. “Don’t be rude.” To the woman, he said, “I’m so sorry for my friend. I had a concern about another guest and I wanted to find out which room he was staying in so I could check on him. Can you give me that information?”
But she still sat there frozen as if she were a mannequin rather than a person or even a ghost.
Jay leaned forward and snapped his fingers in front of her face. When she still didn’t react, he shrugged and reached down to grab the log book from under her hand.
That, however, did cause a reaction.
The receptionist’s hand transformed into claws that wrapped around Jay’s wrist. As she stood, she grew until she was towering above them. Her hair transformed into flames that framed her face. The lights flickered and the shadows deepened.
Jay screamed in pain and Danny rushed forward. He shot an ectoblast at the receptionist, then another. She didn’t let go.
She let out a breath of fire. “Motel records are private!” she screeched.
With one hand, Danny threw up a shield to block the flames while he used his other hand to grab an ectoknife he had in a pocket in his suit. Maintaining the shield, he sliced at her arm. It got her to loosen her grip just enough for him to yank Jay free and get between them.
“We’re sorry!” he yelled. “We didn’t realize! We were just trying to find someone’s room number because I was worried about him.” He grit his teeth and braced himself against her attack. He felt himself pushed back a foot, but managed to keep the shield going.
The flames continued for another moment and Danny’s arm began shaking. But then she stopped. He lowered his arm, but remained ready to jump back into the fight at the slightest provocation.
She stood, so tall she had to stoop or her head would be through the ceiling. Her hair glowed fire red-yellow as it licked around her chin and shoulders. Her eyes were black and teeth pointed at she glared at them. Her injured hand to her chest was clutched to her chest, but the other one was poised protectively over the log book.
“Motel records are private,” she repeated.
“I understand,” said Danny. “We didn’t realize. Would you be able to tell me which room Tom is staying in? He was in the office last night when I checked in. We were talking this morning and he disappeared. I just want to make sure he’s okay.”
She seemed to shrink in on herself slightly, though her hair remained flames and her fingers claws. But she was no longer taller than the room. Danny felt Jay shift behind him and froze his feet to the floor to hopefully keep him from making things worse again. “Don’t you dare,” he hissed.
He ignored the whispered, “Hey!”
The receptionist lifted up her logbook and flipped through a few pages. “No Tom is currently a guest at the Motel.”
“Did he check out? Because I spoke to him just ten minutes ago. Actually, how do we check out? You didn’t react when we first came in and tried to talk to you. Only reason we touched the logbook to begin with.”
And suddenly she was back to looking like a normal, human woman. “Is something not to your liking?” she asked with her slight Southern accent. “Is the television not working? Do we not have your preferred snacks in the vending machine? We have coffee, as well. The pot is over there.” She pointed at a table that had two coffee pots and some mugs. Danny hadn’t noticed it last night—was it new?
“I— no. Everything has been great,” said Danny. It was only his experience with Dora’s and the Lunch Lady’s mood swings that kept him from taking a step back.
Behind him, he heard Jay let out a whispered, “The fuck?”
“I am glad to hear it! If you need more towels or anything, there is a tag you can put on your door handle—”
“It’s not that!” interrupted Danny. “I just want to know about Tom. You said there’s no Tom staying here, what about a Thomas? I’m afraid I never got to know his last name.” He was tense and ready to throw up another shield at a moment’s notice, though his hand shook. He felt exhausted already and he’d barely done anything. What was going on? He bit his cheek and locked his knees.
The receptionist just smiled at him. “No one by the name of Tom or Thomas is currently staying here as a guest.”
Danny hesitated and asked, “What about Alan? Or Matt?”
She flipped through her log again. “There is no Alan here, either. However a Matt has been assigned room 117.”
Danny nodded and smiled only to remember he was still in his ghost form and had the full mask. He bowed his head in acknowledgment of her information. “Thank you for your assistance. Just wanted to confirm, when is checkout due by? I need to leave today, but want to try and find Tom and Alan before I do.”
The woman smiled sweetly at him. “We do not have a checkout policy. And we have no guests named Tom or Alan at this time.”
“So I can checkout whenever? Great.”
She repeated herself. “We do not have a checkout policy.”
Jay snorted behind him. In a near-whisper he said, “I don’t trust her.”
Danny kicked his ankle to try and get him to shut up. “Oh, and one last question. How long has the pool been out of order?” Could Tom be from another time? If he was existing in a time when the pool was open, it could explain why he saw things Danny didn’t. Might also be the reason Danny couldn’t touch him.
“I apologize for the inconvenience, however the pool is out of commission at this time. We will inform guests as soon as it is operational.”
“I know it’s out of order, how long has it been out of order?”
All she did was repeat the same apology as before.
Danny let out a grunt of frustration. Behind him, Jay shifted and asked, “What else is off-limits to guests?”
“Guests have access to their rooms and all public areas. Public areas include the walkways to the rooms, the parking lot, the pool area, the basketball hoops, and the paved area behind the motel. The areas behind this desk, the door behind me, and any service areas such as the electrical and boiler rooms are off-limits. No guest is allowed to view any motel records or documents.”
“Good to know,” said Danny. “You’ve been very helpful, thank you for your assistance.”
“Of course. Please come to me with any questions you may have.” Then the woman settled back in her chair and froze in the position Danny had seen her in each time he’d entered.
Only now, there was a thin slice on her one wrist. It didn’t bleed, but the skin was damaged and a thin wisp of gray smoke seemed to rise from the wound.
Danny backed away, and grabbed Jay’s wrist. Only to let it go when his friend hissed in pain. “Sorry! Forgot you were injured there. Let’s get outside and I’ll take a look.” With a thought, the ice covering Jay’s feet disappeared.
“How’d you do that?” asked Jay as they exited the office.
Danny didn’t answer, just led them further from the door. Now that the danger appeared to be over, he felt the ache in his core that indicated he’d over-exerted himself. Which shouldn’t have been possible. He’d had much tougher fights than that one.
But his legs shook with every step and he gave up walking and sat down on the asphalt in the middle of the parking lot rather than near the sign like he’d been planning.
Jay sat across from him. “You okay?”
Danny waved off his concern. “Just a bit tired. She was stronger than she looked. Let me see your wrist.”
Jay held out his arm and Danny could see burn marks where the receptionist’s claws had grasped him.
Danny looked around, even kneeling to check under the cars, and confirmed no one was near them. He reached up and unclasped the mask of his hazmat suit, revealing his face to his new friend.
“Holy shit! You’re just a kid!”
Danny snorted. “Oh, come on. You look like you’re about my age, too.”
“Yeah, but I’m used to being the youngest. Thought you were older than me. Especially since you can do so much more than I can. Speaking of, how did you fight her off? Could I do that?”
“I’m sixteen. How old are you?”
“Fifteen.”
Danny nodded as he breathed in deeply. Then he blew out, freezing his breath into frost as he did so in a technique Frostbite taught him. The frost coated Jay’s burned wrist, soothing the angry burn and causing the other boy to sigh in relief.
“Damn, wish I could do that.”
“I’ve got an ice core. Means I can control ice and snow. My doctor taught me that trick. If you have an ice core, you could do it as well. But you should be able to make an ectoshield and shoot ectoblasts and stuff. Those are powers all ghosts have.”
“I’ve never seen anyone here do anything like that. Sometimes they’ll walk through walls or objects, but never anything more than that.”
“Huh, weird.”
“You’ll teach me, right?”
Danny shrugged. “Sure, I guess. Never had to teach someone before, so don’t blame me if I’m bad at it, though. But I want to focus on finding Tom and Alan.”
“Obviously.”
Danny couldn’t help but look back towards the motel. Only this time, instead of welcoming, all he could feel was foreboding. “Something’s wrong about this place.”
Jay looked over, too, but shrugged. “I haven’t noticed anything.”
“What movie did we watch last night?”
“What are you talking about?”
“You came to my room and we watched a movie. Your favorite. You told me all about it as we watched it and we fell asleep at some point which is why you were still in my room this morning. What movie was it?”
Jay looked down and scuffed his foot on the pavement. One of the plants tried to bite at it, but his shoe kept it from hurting him. “I… We did watch a movie, didn’t we. Why don’t I remember?”
Danny chewed his lip and wished he could soften his voice. “Birdie, how long have you been here?”
Jay frowned. “Just a night or two.”
The foreboding feeling grew at that response and Danny shook his head. “I’ve been here for one night. It’s mid-morning now. You are much more familiar with this place and the people here than I am.”
“No I’m not. No one has ever acknowledged me before. Not like Matt did when we played with him.”
“Matt and Alan. There were two of them, remember?”
Jay reached up and rubbed at his face before nodding. “Two, right.”
“Now, please answer the question: how long have you been here?”
“I—” Jay scowled as he glared at a crack in the pavement. “I don’t remember. I remember sleeping in my room more than once, though.”
“And once in mine. Jay, I think this place is messing with our heads. I can’t remember last night’s movie. It was new-to-me, but you were so excited about it. I remember you talking about it, I remember pausing it so you could go on rants. But I can’t remember what those rants were or what movie it was.”
Jay shook his head. “I need to go back; they’re waiting for me.”
“Who, Jay? Who’s waiting?”
Jay jumped to his feet and kicked a rock. “I don’t remember! They need me though!” He punched the air before squatting down and burying his face in his knees.
Danny moved so they were side-by-side and put an arm around his shoulders. “We’ll figure this out and get you home. But we can’t leave just yet. I won’t leave until I know what happened to Tom and Alan and can make sure Matt is safe.”
“His mom isn’t coming, is she?”
“I don’t think so, no.”
“I don’t think my mom was any good.”
“My parents try, but they’re too focused on their work to notice when my sister or I need anything.”
“Why do you want to go back? Can you remember?” Jay looked over at him and Danny pretended he didn’t notice the wetness on his cheeks.
“Yeah, I can.” Danny tilted his head back until he was looking up at the sky, it was overcast, a uniform gray that stretched from horizon to horizon. “I’m… needed back home. If I don’t go back, people will get hurt. Ghosts, too. I stop them from hurting each other. As much as I can as a high school kid.”
Jay hummed. “It’s a lot, isn’t it?” he asked, as if he understood. With a grunt, he pushed himself up and held out a hand to Danny. “Well, what do you say? Let’s see if anyone knows Alan or Tom. We’ll save some people, then get the hell outta Dodge.”
Danny grinned at him and took his hand. “Yeah. Let’s do it.” Once on his feet, Danny reattached his mask.
“Why do you wear that, anyway? Is that normal clothing where you come from?”
Danny looked at his glove-covered hands and shrugged. “Of course not. But it’s what I died in. Been wearing it ever since.”
Jay shuddered. “I’m glad I’m not stuck in the clothes I died in.”
Danny gave a wry smile Jay couldn’t see and shrugged. “It is what it is. I’m used to it by now.”
“So how do I know if I have an ice core or whatever?” asked Jay as they began walking back to the motel.
He was still tired, but the short rest had helped a little and he didn’t feel like he was going to fall over as he walked. “I’ve never tried to describe it before. Can you feel for your core?”
Jay’s brow furrowed. “How do I do that?”
“Ghosts really only have one organ and that’s their core. Think of it as, like, your soul. It’s your brain and heart in one. As long as their core is intact, a ghost can survive anything that happens to them. The body you have around it is just ectoplasm given shape by your own expectations and perception of yourself.”
Jay hummed. “Okay, so you want me to try and mentally connect to my core?”
“Yeah. That’s where ghosts get our powers from. If you have the strength and there’s enough ectoplasm around, you can shape it and use it in interesting ways. And that’s on top of the flight, invisibility, and intangibility that any ghost can do.”
“You’ll have to show me how to do that, too.”
“Frostbite—my doctor,” he clarified at Jay’s confused look. “He made it sound like this was instinctive for most ghosts.”
Jay shrugged. “Well it’s not for me. How do I know if I’ve connected to my core?”
Danny threw up his hands. “I don’t know! Mine feels like a ball of cold ice in my chest, only comforting. When I’m afraid, I feel it jolt. When I push myself too hard, it aches. When I’m happy, it pulses.”
Jay bit his lip and seemed to consider Danny’s words. Silence stretched between them as they walked. By unspoken agreement, the two avoided the main office and instead made their way towards one of the far ends of the motel.
A woman in a patched coat and skirts was sitting on a bench there with a sketch pad on her lap.
Right before they were about to reach her, Jay said, “I had magic when I was alive, you know.”
Danny’s steps faltered. “Humans don’t have magic.”
Jay rolled his eyes. “Some do. Look at the Justice League. But that’s not what I meant. I had a type of magic. Something that made me more than just a regular human. But I can’t remember what it was or how I got it. I wonder if that’s why I can’t find my core.”
Danny shrugged. “I don’t know. It could have to do with your memory issues, too. I don’t think most ghosts have problems like that.”
“All here do,” said the woman on the bench.
“Do you know what is going on here?” asked Danny.
She said nothing, just kept drawing on her sketchbook.
“What are you working on?” asked Jay.
She set her pencil down on the bench next to her and turned the notebook around. On the page was a swirling black mass, far too reminiscent of the portal in his basement.
But then he realized it wasn’t just a dark circle. Ghosts were drawn on top of ghosts. The ones on the edges, he could make out some features—a face or a hat. He thought he recognized the women from the office the night he’d checked in. But at the center, so many figures had been drawn on top of each other that no details could be made out and it looked like a solid drawing.
Instinctively, Danny took a step back. Jay, however, stepped closer.
“Is that me?” he asked, pointing to a figure near the edge. His face was clear, with only the faintest lines from other figures crossing it.
“It is all of us,” she replied. She pulled the book back and picked up her pencil once more to resume her work.
“You’re really talented,” said Jay. “It looks just like me.”
Like the rest of the people they’d met, she didn’t react to his statement. Jay didn’t seem to care, though, and moved until he was standing behind her and could watch what she was doing. Danny hesitated, but joined his friend when he was waved over.
They watched as she started adding a new figure to the mess. It wasn’t long before Danny’s core sunk in fear.
“Dude, I think that’s you,” said Jay.
Danny swallowed, mouth suddenly dry. The more detail she added, the more obvious it was.
“Why are you drawing me?” he asked.
“You’re here, now. One of us,” she said absently.
“I’m leaving. Once I find out what happened to Tom and Alan, I’m leaving.”
“No one leaves,” she said as she continued to draw.
Danny bit his lip, then asked, “Do you know a ghost by the name of Tom? Or Alan? I can’t find them and the receptionist said there weren’t any guests here by that name. But I met them, I know I did.”
“No one leaves,” she repeated.
“I’m gonna leave!” protested Jay. “There are people waiting for me.”
But it appeared the woman was done replying. She just kept drawing Danny, at the edge of the vortex of ghosts, one of his arms extended as if trying to escape. Then, once every detail was finished, she drew a crown over his head.
Danny’s brow furrowed. “Why’d you give me a crown?”
When they got no response, Danny and Jay exchanged glances.
“You’re definitely not wearing a crown,” said Jay with a shrug.
On the page, however, it was the clearest part of her drawing. Nothing crossed the path of the crown.
“Look, lets just go,” said Danny when it was clear the artist wasn’t going to say anything else. “Maybe one of the other ghosts can tell us something.” Danny grabbed Jay’s upper arm and led him away.
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Chapter 3
And this marks the halfway point of the fic! Hope you enjoy.
Couldn't resist the little nod at the end there to Ghost King Danny. And it's a trope @i-think-in-metaphors (my artist) likes, so I didn't even try.
#dpxdc#ectoimplosion2023#danny fenton#jason todd#the receptionist went freaky#what do you guys think of her?#shes my fav#danny realizes something is wrong#and is gonna make jay recognize it if its the last thing he does#will they ever get home?
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I’m so dogshit at art and writing but if I was better I would draw a comic of an au of Danny phantom where instead of the portal incident turning Danny into phantom, it gives him an affinity for the supernatural which leads him and his friends ghost (and supernatural adjacent) hunting because of sam’s egging on for them to bank on this opportunity.
But slowly, as the plot progresses, they realise that Danny didn’t just get kinda spookier and better at attracting spooky things. That he might be More Changed then they realised and it could even culminate into a big reveal thing where Sam realises that she’s actually responsible for permanently irreversibly changing her friend by making him get into that portal that day. Think of it as a kind of character arc for Sam kinda. Learning that her actions have consequences, especially since she’s a rich kid and she may still need to learn this lesson. And what better way to learn it then to literally kill your best friend lmao
Also this could lead to more level power sets between the trio and giving them all chances to shine on equal grounds, at least until Danny realises he’s less alive then he thought.
The accident would’ve hospitalised Danny but other then his heart stopping then restarting and various other spooky things he comes out the other side (seemingly) unscathed, which means Sam doesn’t feel as bad when she realises Danny can attract the paranormal now and therefore attempts to drag him and tucker ghost hunting with her.
Danny doesn’t get a transformation until much later on in the plot and the only physical indicators of his accident are maybe some white hair and occasional green eye flashes. Maybe slight bioluminescence in the dark, as a treat.
I love ectoplasm being spooky juice that can tear u apart from the inside so after the accident sometimes danny would have times where he would throw up ectoplasm and blood and stuff and see flashes of things he doesn’t understand. (Body horror woohoo!!)
Danny keeps a lot of the more gory stuff from his friends and doesn’t tell them about his ‘episodes’ or his weird hallucinations or anything.
The Fenton’s are just as Insane to everyone else as ever because ghosts are a little less in your face and only a pinch more subtle and spooky. I think the fentons would be slightly less intense tho, not too much because I love their insanity, but enough so it makes their threat to Danny as he slowly realises hes less human much more menacing and less slapstick.
In this the ghost fights would be less catastrophic and more spooky. There would be far less property damage but the risks instead would now be genuine horror movie possession, mysterious deaths, being tripped out of windows and stairs, blood on the walls, spontaneous heart attacks among many others. I’m not sure how to best explain the vibes i have in my head rn but the threat would still very much be there but it would be less solve-able through flashy fist-fights in the sky. Hell I’ve got an image of a house mysteriously being set ablaze.
Their methods for removing the ghosts would be far less sci-fi too and more like trying to solve murders to stop angry murderous ghosts and demon banishing with salt and jazz. Maybe Sam uses her occult knowledge and gets really into a type of witchcraft, maybe there’s an arc where she somehow learns more about her ancestors and the founders of the town. I dunno¯\_(ツ)_/¯ (not to say there’s no sci-fi at all- that’s a pretty fundamental part of danny phantom me thinks, I think it’d be more along the lines of ghostbusters logic tho maybe)
another cool idea: Danny sees flashes of a ghosts life when he enters their haunt or gets near them, and the ‘visions’ eventually show him their death. This can fuck him up or just be mildly traumatic whichever best fits.
I feel like even after getting his ‘ghost’ form there should still be several drawbacks. Maybe he’s less physical? Maybe he coughs up blood? Maybe he just doesn’t like being dead? Maybe he loses himself a little? Who knows! I don’t
A lot of thoughts about this but I’m not sure how to word it, so have at thee tumblr if anyone sees this
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