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kawaiijohn · 1 year

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Danny tries to pawn the Ghost King position off on his classmates.

Idk what I was doing, and then suddenly it turned into wes/danny I'm so fucking sorry?

T rating I embarrassed myself fucking writing this bc it came out of nowhere girl (gn) HELP

"Hey Dash how about instead of you focusing on your homework you just start beating me up, just like old times! I sure miss being slammed into a locker."

Dash looks at Fenton, confused before scoffing.

"Even though I normally love wailing on you, Fenturd, coach needs me on my best behavior. State's next week and I'm one loser swirlie away from being suspended."

"I won't scream or anything, I promise! Whaddya say? You get to beat the snot out of me and I won't even complain! I'll even thank you for it." Danny responds, looking around nervously. "But I'm in a bit of a rush, so can you make it quick and do it, say, before six tonight?"

Danny gives the other boy the saddest, most punchable puppy dog eyes he possibly can.

Dash rolls his eyes seeing Fenton ham it up. The loser only does this for his birthday, so it's really weird having him request it four months in advance. Dash decides to ignore the request, only gently pushing the dweeb out of his way. "Beat it, Fentertainment Tonite- I know you don't have a life, but I do."

Danny curses as Dash disappears down the halls.

"I know you want to punch me. You wanna do it so bad." Danny eggs on another of the jocks- Travis, he thinks. "Remember that time I said you punch like my Grandma?"

His grandma taught both his mom and aunt how to fight, but Travis doesn't need to know that.

"Beat it, jackwipe!" Travis shoves Danny out of the way and continues down the hall.

"The one time I need to be shoved into a locker or punched, none of the jocks want to even look at me." Danny bemoans.

He's already struck out with Dash and Kwan- both of which need to stay as non violent as possible with administration lurking around this close to their big game. Paulina pretended he didn't exist, and Star laughed in his face. Something about 'she already kicked his ass months ago'. Which was true, but he was certain he's done something since then worth beating him up for.

"I can't ask Sam or Tuck, it's gotta be someone I hate." Danny pauses with a shudder. "But definitely not Vlad- he already has an ego the size of the Milky Way..."

Danny hears the bell ring and wipes his sweaty palms on his pants.

He has until six tonight to get his ass beat. He can do that, right?

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Danny is downright panicked now.

Detention really put a damper on his plans. Being stuck in a sweltering classroom with Lancer and Wes only made him more nervous. It really didn't help that Lancer needed helping hands for some after school thing.

Danny only has one option, and he's glad it's one of his 'enemies'.

"Heyyyyyy Wes, what's happening tonight?" Danny slings his arm around the tall boy's shoulder, pulling him down to pipsqueak height. "Wasn't that round of detention just fun?"

Wes nearly growls and shoves Danny off of him. "Fenton! You're the reason I was even there in the first place! If it wasn't for you and your stupid ghost bullshit I would have gotten to class on time!"

"Yeah?" Danny asks, being as annoyingly positive as he possibly can. "Well it's good that there was two of us, or else Lancer wouldn't have let either of us out until well after six!"

Danny looks at the clock nervously- five fifty.

He has ten minutes.

"I don't find moving entire stacks of chairs halfway across the school fun, or even a fair punishment for being late twice in a week. So what if the crafting club has their expo tonight? They should be the ones moving furniture." Wes tries to overtake Danny in the hall but he can't outwalk the other boy.

"But we got to spend all day with each other! Isn't that just swell?" Danny pukes in his mouth a little. He's got a goalpost to reach in less than ten minutes, and my the Ancients he's gonna do it.

"Spending time with a chronic liar and freak of nature isn't really what I consider fun, Fenton."

"Yeah, but we really bonded, don't you think? Had some quality one-on-one without you being a creep outside my house."

Wes's face reddens. "HEY! That was one time, and I don't want to have the cops chase me again. Or your parents, who are worse somehow."

"See, we're bonding here!" Danny jogs alongside Wes, making sure to keep pace at just the right level of obnoxious. But we should really bond sometime in the next... eight minutes."

"God there it is again! What? Do you have important Phantom shit to do at six or something?" Wes rubs his temples. "You're being freakier than normal today and I'm gonna get to the bottom of it."

"There's nothing to get to the bottom of, I just have something to do later. Not Phantom or ghost related- something completely normal and human, yep."

"God you piss me the fuck off, Fenton." Wes crosses his arms and blocks the doorway out of the school. "And one of these days, I'm gonna get you to confess, and then it'll be all over."

"Yeah, that's nice and all, but like, wouldn't it just be so satisfying to, I dunno, take out all that pent up frustration on me?" Danny grins devilishly at the other boy. "Come on, I have such a punchable face! Aaaaand since you say I'm a ghost or whatever it won't actually hurt me, right?"

Danny gets right up into Wes's personal space and looks up at him with a shit-eating grin.

"Back off, Fenton." Wes backs himself against the lockers. He looks anywhere but Danny's face. "Personal space is a concept even stupid ghosts understand."

"Yeah, but if I'm a stupid ghost doesn't that make you wanna prove it? Can't you prove it by beating me up? You have a camera..." Danny reaches for the camera slung around Wes's shoulder and points it at his own face. "It'd be soooo easy."

Wes's face is currently doing its best impression of a tomato as he continues to ignore Danny.

"Please? I'm gonna start begging you to beat my ass soon if you don't acknowledge me, Wes."

"Back. Off. Fenton." Wes stares Danny right in the face. "Last chance."

Danny does the opposite and yanks Wes to stare him in the eyes. "You wanna punch me so bad it makes you look stupid, Weston." Danny chuckles and makes his eyes flash green. "Your face is sooooo red with rage- you wanna kick my ass, admit it!"

Danny barely gets a warning before Wes lunges and tackles him to the ground with a kiss.

Both boys gasp in surprise and Wes backs himself against the lockers with a loud bang.

They sit in silence, staring at each other in disbelief before Danny laughs.

"Dude, what the fuck is wrong with you?"

"Sh-shut up! It's not my fault you're kind of..."

"Wait, have you been staring at me this whole time because you're crushing on me?" Danny laughs in disbelief as Wes turns even brighter red. "Is that how you 'accidentally' discovered my secret?"

"No!" Wes sputters out. "I don't sta-"

"Stalk me, yeah. Dude you follow me around with a camera to try and expose me. What sort of fruitloop shit are you pulling??"

"Well, if you weren't lying about being a human, then I wouldn't need to-"

"Yeah yeah, whatever." Danny doesn't know how to feel about it, really. Wes is kind of cute, and he's unhinged just like the rest of his friends. But he's also obsessed with exposing him, and kind of stalks him (to no success).

He spends a few moments before he glances at the clock again.

Two minutes left.

He can use this to his advantage, even if it's dirty and underhanded.

"Hey Wes. You really fucking suck at kissing." He eggs the other boy on. "Like, zero technique, all desperation!"

"Shut up!"

Wes starts crying a little. Danny only feels a little bad, but he really needs this to happen.

"What, even I've kissed people before and I'm a loser! Plus I bet you can't even man up and fight me like I want- you're such a little cuck boy, Weston! Always relying on other people to do the dirty work of beating my ass so you can gather your evidence like a little bitch in the dark."

"I said shut up!" Wes's face is bright red again- an angry embarrassment with tears streaming down his face.

But he still has to keep going, even if it feels gross to do this to someone who he kind of likes.

"Make me, Wesley." He spits.

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It's a dirty brawl but it ends with a very red-faced Wes pinning a bruised and elated Danny to the ground. The latter feels awful about playing dirty with Wes's feelings, but it seems the other boy really needed to take out his rage on him.

"Sooooo, you admit you have complete victory in this fight, right Wes?" Danny smiles up from underneath the other boy.

Wes sputters, his face still bright red and tears running down his cheeks. "You're such a fucking little shit, Fenton."

"Thanks, I try!. But I need you to accept that I'm saying you have total victory in this fight."

Wes sighs and lets go of Danny's wrists and sits back against the lockers. "Yeah, sure. I beat your ass fair and square. Also do you know how weird it is to see you healing this fast? I swear I gave you a black eye."

"You did. I'm just a fast healer." Danny sits up and looks around. He feels... guilty. At least for only finding one person to do this to.

The clock strikes six.

"Also, I'm sorry I lied- you're not a bad kisser. I just needed you to beat my ass. Also sorry about what's about to happen." Danny rubs the back of his neck.

"Sorry about wha-" Wes is interrupted by a portal opening beside the two of them.

"Sorry for being impolite, we should assume." An Observant materializes out of the void beside him. "It's not polite for the crown prince to wait until the last minute to find a replacement, but since you have... bested Prince Phantom in combat, albeit not formal combat, the rules are the rules."

Wes glares at Danny who is doing his best trying to disappear without going ghost.

"Prince Phantom??" Wes spits at the other boy.

"Yep! Former Prince Phantom." Danny smirks. "And again, sorry, but they only gave me today until six to find a replacement. The whole King schtick isn't really my jam."

Wes stares at the other boy as more Observants spill from the hole in reality and bow to him.

"Fenton..."

"Hey! I'm not gonna bail on you or anything. You still need an advisor- I just really don't wanna deal with the formality shit. Hope you understand!"

Danny gives Wes a peace sign as he's escorted through the portal, pissed off, confused, and shell-shocked.

#danny phantom #phanfic #danny x wes #answered #currentlylurking #wes weston #danny fenton #idk what this even was #but yeah take it #unidentified flying ship #UFS #dantes vibe corner #my fic

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wolfjackle-creates · 1 year

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I'll Carry Your Heart with Me (Until I Find You Again): Part 2

This time we switch to Danny's POV. 2.4k words long.

There's been a bit of a time skip and their friendship has only grown with time.

First

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“Mr. Fenton!” and a smack on his desk caused Danny to jump. He hadn’t even realized he’d been staring out the window.

“Sorry, Mr. Lancer. Did you ask something?”

“Your grades may have improved over these last few months, but that does not give you leave to daydream in my class. I expect you to pay attention. Now, why don’t you explain what the repetition of ‘Brutus in an honorable man’ in Marc Antony’s soliloquy at Caesar’s funeral means.”

Jason had done such a good job reading that speech that Danny actually thought he could repeat it from memory. “Oh, it’s done sarcastically. To indicate he’s anything but.”

“Hmm. Very good. I hope you can keep up this new studious attitude of yours.”

Danny’s leg bounced as the rest of the class seemed to pass so slowly. As soon as he got home, he wanted to visit Jason again. His friend’s tutelage had helped not only his grades but also his fights. Who knew formal training could have such an affect? Well, he needed to pay him back.

It took all of Danny’s focus to not let his eyes drift out the window again, but he barely heard a word Mr. Lancer said as class dragged on.

And finally the bell rang, signaling the end of the day.

Danny shoved his binder in his backpack and rushed out the door without even waiting for Sam and Tucker.

He was moving as fast as possible without actually running in the halls to switch things out in his locker. It was there Sam and Tucker caught up to him.

“What’s got you in such a rush today?” asked Sam.

Danny flushed. “I’m meeting Jason today. Taking him to Ghost Writer’s lair. He’ll love the library and Ghost Writer said it’d be okay so long as I don’t so much as touch a single piece of paper or even breathe too hard on anything.”

“Dude, how’d you get him to agree to that? Ghost Writer hates you!”

Not wanting to admit how long he’d spent groveling, Danny shrugged. “I apologized to him and emphasized how much Jason loved books and writing.”

“Woah, the Danny Fenton apologized to someone? Is the world ending?”

“Shut up, Sam. I’m not that bad.”

“You kinda are, dude,” commented Tucker.

“Pot, meet kettle.” Sam flicked the back of both their heads.

“Now that pick-on-Danny time is over, I need to go!”

Tucker grinned and said, “We want all the details on your date soon as you get back!”

“Yeah, yeah.” Danny waved them off as he half-jogged out of the building. He pulled out his phone to text Jazz.

Danny: Did you get mom and dad out of the house? Jazz: Yep. Jazz: They’re coming to the school for a parent-teacher conference Danny: Thanks! Danny: You’re a life saver! Jazz: Have fun on your date Danny: How many times do I have to tell you! Danny: Not. A. Date.

Running was too slow. Danny ducked out of sight of the road and let the coolness of his transformation wash over him before flying home. So much faster.

And sure enough, when he reached home, the GAV was nowhere to be seen. With a sigh of relief, he phased through the walls right to the lab and through the portal. Even in the ever changing realms, Danny knew the path to Jason’s lair by heart; it’s location shone like a beacon in his awareness.

Something must have been on his side, because he was approaching the island within a few minutes of passing through the portal. From his core, he sent out a greeting. A moment later, he got a return pulse from Jason followed by the ghost himself.

“Jay!” Danny trilled a greeting.

“Hey there, human-boy. Ready to have your ass kicked?” Jason grinned and tossed an ectoblast his way.

Danny laughed and blocked it with ice. “I’ve got a different idea, actually. What would you say to me introducing you to another ghost? I got permission to take you to his lair and you’ll absolutely love it. He may be a bigger book nerd than you.”

Jason hesitated and looked over his shoulder at his lair.

But Danny had anticipated that. Jay was still a young ghost and obviously hesitant to leave his lair. He gave a loud whistle. “Don’t worry so much, a friend of mine will be able to look after your lair for you.”

Before Jason could even ask what he meant, excited barking just barely preceded Cujo jumping onto Danny’s chest and licking his face.

Laughing, Danny asked in baby-talk. “Who’s a good boy, who’s a good boy!” Cujo barked at him.

He’d never introduced Jay to Cujo before and Jay was watching them with a raised eyebrow. “I didn’t know you had a dog.”

“Not my dog, he chose me. But he can protect your lair. Right, Cujo? You’ll protect Jason’s lair? And come get us if something happens you can’t fight off?” Cujo barked and rolled over to show off his belly and Danny rubbed it roughly.

Jay laughed. “No offense, but how good a guard dog is he? He seems too friendly.”

Danny looked up and let his grin turn a bit sharper before moving a bit away from Cujo. “Oh, he’s the best. Cujo, big!” he ordered.

Cujo’s happy yaps turned to menacing growls as he grew to his large form, drool dripping from sharpened teeth.

Jason’s mouth fell open and he stared. “Wow. How common is it for ghosts to be able to change shape like that?”

“No idea. Queen Dora can transform into a dragon. And Bernard can take any shape he wants. Spectra goes from a black shadow to a human-looking middle aged woman. Each is a bit different.”

“Every time I think I get used to this place… Are you sure my lair will be safe with him?”

Cujo transformed back into a puppy and ran to Jason barking, circling him once before licking his face, too.

“Here, I’ll prove it. Cujo! What do you do if someone comes close?”

Cujo’s barking got deep again as he grew in size.

“Good boy! And what do you do if someone attacks who you can’t fight off?”

Cujo shrunk down and ran to Jason and nipped at his clothing, trying to drag him towards the island.

Jason grinned. “You are a good boy, aren’t you? Keep it safe for me? We won’t be gone too long.” Though after saying that, he did look up at Danny as if to confirm.

“You’ll wish we were staying longer when you see the place. Jazz knows where I am and can distract my parents for tonight. But I do have to get back and sleep and show my face at some point.”

“Got it.” Jason turned his back to Danny to look over his lair. “Then I think I’m good to go. Should I bring anything?”

“Nah, you’re fine just as you are. Now, come on! We don’t want to waste any time!”

Jason turned back to face him and as he did, his outfit transformed once more into his Robin uniform. His flaming hair matched the uniform perfectly. “Okay, I’m ready. Let’s go.”

Danny smirked. “Let’s see how well you can keep up.” Without waiting an instant more, he flew off. Not at his top speed, but still quite fast. He laughed as Jason cursed him and did his best to keep up.

The Zone must have been in a good mood today because it didn’t take them long to get to Ghost Writer’s lair. Danny paused before crossing the border and flared his aura to announce his and Jason’s approach. Jason copied the gesture a moment later.

Around them, the very air seemed to grow heavy. It felt like someone was looking right through them and examining their very souls. Next to him, Danny could sense Jason tense as he crouched into a defensive stance.

“Calm down, Jay. He’s just checking us out before letting us into his lair.” By the time he’d finished speaking, the heaviness lifted and a sense of Welcome washed over them. The door to the library swung open.

Without waiting for Jay to ask what was going on, Danny grabbed his hand and pulled him into the building where Ghost Writer was waiting just past the doorway.

“So you must be the young Jason that Danny”—his lip curled just a bit as he said Danny’s name and Danny tried not to flinch—“told me so much about. Welcome. I am Ghost Writer.”

Danny looked over to Jason to see what he thought. Jason was staring past Ghost Writer with his mouth wide open. His clothing had transformed back into his civvies and his hair was a burning white inferno on top of his head. Something must have penetrated his brain because he gave himself a little shake. His eyes met Danny’s briefly and Danny had to stifle a laugh at how wide and shocked they look.

But then he fixed his attention on Ghost Writer. “This is your lair? It is amazing! I’ve never seen anything like it. How’d you get so many books?”

Danny’s once-enemy smiled at the boy. The expression looked out of place on his face. “Every book ever written ends up in my domain.”

Somehow, Jason’s mouth managed to fall open even further. “Every book? How is that possible?”

“Yes, every book. I’ll give you a tour and explain. But first, the rules for all who enter my domain. You will treat every book with care—”

“Of course!” interrupted Jason who had gone back to staring at the high ceilings and walls covered in bookshelves.

“—the instant you damage a book is the last time you will be allowed to visit,” continued Ghost Writer as if he’d never been interrupted. “You may not remove any books from my domain. Danny is not allowed to touch a book. Nor to look at any too closely nor to breathe too hard near them.”

That finally caught Jason’s attention. “What? Why not?”

“He damaged a book.”

Danny looked down and rubbed the back of his neck, unable to meet Jason’s eyes. He wasn’t proud of his actions that day.

“What? Danny!” scolded Jason.

“Indeed. The only reason he is allowed back here is because he apologized profusely and begged for the chance to take you here. He indicated you have given him a new appreciation for literature which I wish to encourage to keep the rest of my collection safe. Now, follow me and I will show you how to find what you’re looking for.”

Danny tried to pay attention as Ghost Writer showed them around. He really did. But the tour took so long and they traveled through room after room after room. And these were only the books written in English!

Jason didn’t get bored, though. He continued to stare at the walls in wonder, every so often catching Danny’s eyes. Danny liked watching him. Far more interesting than learning which time period or geographical location the current shelves contained.

Finally, after what felt like ages to Danny, the returned to the first room.

“The two of you may stay for three hours. Depending on your behavior, future visits may be longer, shorter, or prohibited.”

“Yes, sir. Thank you, sir. I’ll definitely make the most of it. Your domain is beyond amazing.” Without wasting any more time on pleasantries, Jason grabbed Danny’s hand and pulled him out of the first room through a doorway.

Once they were out of sight, Jason stopped and stared at Danny. He opened and closed his mouth before swallowing as if unsure what to say. They were still holding hands.

Danny laughed self-consciously. “So, do you like it?”

Jason continued to stare at him. “I…” he started. He shook his head, but his eyes were still wide in wonder. Jason bit his lip and then lunged forward. The hand that wasn’t holding his cradled the back of his head as Jason pressed their mouths together hard.

His lips were hot, far hotter than a human’s, but before Danny could react even enough to close his eyes, Jason was pulling away. Danny tightened his grip on his hand to keep him from retreating entirely.

In fact, he took a step closer until scant inches separated them. Moving much more slowly than Jason had, he leaned forward and brushed their lips together softly. Jason twitched, but didn’t pull away, so Danny did it again. Only this time, he didn’t pull away.

Jason’s hand once more found their way to the back of his head. Danny closed his eyes as his lips parted slightly. Jay’s tongue probed, and Danny met it with his own. Deep in his chest, his core pulsed out a message affection, happiness.

Jason replied in kind. Thank you, amazing, disbelief, affection. Kissing a ghost was nothing like kissing a human. The waves of emotion made the connection so much deeper in one way. And even physically, Jason’s mouth was so much warmer than a human’s due to his fire core.

And they didn’t need to stop to breathe. That was fantastic.

However, there time here was limited, so with a pulse of disappointment, Danny pulled away. “We are definitely going to be doing that some more,” Danny said, though he sent out a non-verbal question of you want?, “But you’ve less than three hours here. Make the most of it.”

Jason’s responding pulse of yes, more made Danny grin. Verbally, he added, “Danny… This is… I… Thank you.”

“Of course.” Danny laughed as if it had been easy to set up. “Now go have fun, book nerd.”

Jason tweaked his nose, leaned forward and gave him a quick peck on the lips, and rushed to the nearest bookshelf to see what he could find.

Danny crossed his legs and floated in a sitting position as he watched Jason take down two books and open them both as he examined what was written. “Danny! He has earlier drafts of Bleak House! This is so crazy. I wonder how much Dickens changed from his initial draft to the final printing?”

“Well, looks like now you can find out.”

“I can find out. Holy shit.” Jason sent out another wave of Thank you, affection.

The sentiment warmed Danny up just as much as their physical touch.

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#dpxdc #danny fenton #jason todd #ghost writer (dp)#dead on main #first kiss!#can you tell i wrote the beginning part to this segment around the ides of march?#these boys like each other a lot #and the fluff is so much fun to write #if i end it here we can pretend things will always be just great for them

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neveah-llama · 1 month

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To Become a Superhero You Must do One of Two Things: Get Robbed or Die :)

Hey, I'm the author of 'The Impossible Adventures of the Phantom and the Ninja'. I just thought I could start publishing some chapters of my work to other sites. Here's chapter one of my fanfic- I hope you like it!

Name: Randy Cunningham

Grade: 9th

Title: What I did during my summer break

My summer started out the same, me and my bff (best friend forever) Howard played the original Grave Puncher Trilogy. We played for five days straight (NEW RECORD!!!), beating all 182 levels before I had to be dragged to camp for the rest of the summer.

Yeah you heard that right, I go to summer camp. It’s the kind of camp you would see in those old slasher movies, it has busted old cabins, surrounded by a creepy forest, and filled with reject jocks and wannabe populars. It reeks like an 80’s B-rated horror movie and I wouldn’t even be surprised if some psycho serial killer is out loose in those woods. I’ve been going to this camp since I was six years-old, my mom claims it’s so I could, ‘get out of the house and breathe some fresh air for a change,’ personally I think it’s because she wants to make my summers as miserable as possible.

But other than the porta-potty swirlies, getting dumped into the lake in the middle of the night, and other horrors I face on a daily basis, it’s not all that bad. I have a friend there that makes camp a little more tolerable, his name is Danny Fenton. A few things to know about him is that he loves space and lives somewhere in Illinois, his mom used to attend this camp with my mom when they were kids, it’s part of the reason me and Danny know each other. And like every summer for the past eight years, Danny and I have been dodging campers and too-cheery counselors for eight and a half weeks straight until all the campers come together and have a huge campfire by the lake. It’s probably the only time Danny or I are not being chased.

Usually, after returning from camp I like to just hang out with Howard again, and play Grave Puncher until I’m dragged back to school. But something epic happened! See it started a couple days after I returned from camp, I just pre-ordered the new Grave Puncher video game that’s coming out in November, just left the Game Hole where I was hanging out with my biffer, and was busy talking to Danny…

“I’m sorry your parents are building a what?” Randy could hear Danny face-palming on the other side of the phone. Something heavy banged somewhere in the background making his friend on the phone let out a heavy sigh.

“I said my parents are building a ghost portal- a freaking ghost portal!”

“Dude, that’s so bruce.” Randy said, partly because it annoys Danny whenever Randy talks in Norisville lingo and secondly because he believes Mister and Missus Fenton are the cheese! They are full-time ghost hunters and are literally ripping a hole in the fabric of reality! He really hopes that Danny’s parents will let him come over next summer, maybe even give him a summer internship too.

“No Randy, this is not ‘bruce’, in fact it’s the opposite of 'bruce'. Do you know how long they have been building this? Since I got back from camp! And for the past week it has been non-stop drilling, I can’t even sleep at the house with all the noise coming from the basement!” Danny let out a huge breath, “It’s just going to give Dash and his friends another reason why they should keep shoving, ‘loser Fenton’ in stupid lockers once school starts again.”

Okay so Randy could see why Danny is being such a grump when it comes to this, he really does, after all, if Bash and his friends started poking fun at him having a mom that’s a ghost hunter he would be a little embarrassed about that as well. But that doesn’t mean he won’t stop thinking that his friend’s parents are the coolest.

“Okay first of all you are not a loser,” Randy argues as he unlocks the door to his house, taking off his shoes and heading towards the kitchen, man he’s hungry. “After all you’re not the one with a keytar, remember?” Just as he was about to open the fridge, he spots a sticky note with his mom’s handwriting, she’s going to be gone for the next couple of days. No surprises there really and that just means Randy will get to have the left-over pizza all for himself-cool.

Danny’s laugh snaps Randy out of his thoughts, it wasn’t a sarcastic or bitter snort that comes out of him so he’ll definitely call this a win, “Yeah I guess you’re in even worse shape than I am, I’m definitely praying for you buddy.”

Randy takes it back, he would rather deal with Danny being a grump than this, “Hey, you were supposed to say, ‘No, you aren’t a loser Randy, you’re too bruce to be one.’” He tried to mimic his friend’s voice but it only got a snort in return. He rolled his eyes, taking out a McEnergy (Now with 110% more caffeine!) before going up the stairs and towards his room.

“You know I can’t lie well.” Danny says, and Randy was about to open his mouth, only to stop once he opened the door.

Did a cowboy just jump out of his window?

Shit, was he being robbed?

“Randy, you there?”

“Yeah, yeah, I’m here. But I think I’m going to have to call you right back.” He hung up on Danny before his friend could say anything else. He did a quick scan around the room, noting that anything that has some sort of value was still in its place, which confused him even more and put him on edge. Should-should he call the cops?

His eyes landed on something that wasn’t in his room before. Laying innocently on his table was an ornate wooden box, it was smooth and shiny, with intricate designs forming a circle with a golden insignia in the center that almost looks like a ‘G’ on the lid. It looked like it should belong in a museum, or in his grandma’s attic back in Japan.

Now Randy may not be the smartest person on the earth, but he has watched a lot of horror movies over the years, and when there’s a mysterious almost ancient box just sitting innocently in your room, it’s almost never a good thing. He should just dump it in the swamp, or sink it into the lake just right outside the city, it’s what a smart person would do.

...

But then again Randy was not the smartest person so he just had to open the box.

“The Ninjanomicon…” The words slipped out of his mouth before he even knew what he was saying, which weirded him out a little but he quickly brushed that aside when he threw the weird book over his shoulder. He looked down at the box to see if there was anything else and there was. He felt his heart stop when he saw a familiar red and black mask with a note attached to it.

You are the Ninja, It read.

Wait, hold on.

Pause for a minute.

He’s the Ninja?!

“Oh. My. Sweet!” Randy didn’t hesitate to put the mask on his head, the mask glowed and strange symbols encircled him, turning into strands of red and black cloth and enveloping him in an awesome suit. Meanwhile his mind was cycling through hundreds of years of fighting knowledge within seconds, power was seeping into his body, he felt more energized, and felt like he could do things he couldn’t dream of!

He couldn't believe this.

He, Randy Cunningham, is the Ninja, the sworn protector of Norisvile!

Just wait until he tells his friends about this, Howard is going to flip out and he could rub it into Danny’s face that the Ninja really did exist! But just as he was about to get his phone to call Howard about it, he saw one more note at the bottom of the box.

You can’t tell anyone.

“Aw, now that’s wonk!"

And the sucky part is that I can’t tell anyone, not even my bff Howard. Not because he has a big mouth (which he does-sorry Howard). I mean I trust Howard that he won’t tell a soul about my secrets, but the box did say that, ‘I can’t tell anyone.’ Maybe I could just tell Danny? I mean he doesn’t even go here and I know without a doubt that he won’t tell a soul, especially not after the summer of 2010. I still get chills thinking about it.

“Alright, pencils down!”

And now I’m starting to think this wasn’t the best topic for my essay, nice job Cunningham, you’ve only been a ninja for a week and you’re already screwing it up.

Meanwhile in Amity Park:

Danny was tired, absolutely freaking tired.

Danny let out a yawn as the English teacher, a middle-aged guy named Mr. Lancer, continued to drone on about…something or other. The fourteen year-old can’t really seem to find the energy to care what his teacher was talking about. Too busy trying to stay awake in order to avoid getting in trouble on the first day of school.

Mr. Lancer was writing something on the board when Danny had to shake his head in order for his eyes to open. A few of his classmates looked at him weirdly before going back to doing anything that doesn’t include writing down what the teacher was putting up. Some were texting on their phones under their desks, or passing notes when Mr. Lancer’s back is turned, or in Dash’s case aiming spitballs at people’s heads.

Danny felt something slimy hit the back of his neck followed by a few snickers from the jocks behind him. Great, Danny has only attended high school for only two days and he already hates it here.

The bell rings and sighs of relief fill the room as students pack their bags and rush out the door, ignoring Mr. Lancer’s scolding about how he’s the one who dismisses students, not the bell. But it fell on deaf ears and soon the English teacher gave up muttering something about needing to eat lunch anyways.

“Yo Danny!” Danny turned his head to see his best friends, Sam and Tucker, walking towards him from their respective classes.

Danny let out a yawn, “Hey guys.”

“Jeez, you look like a wreck.” Sam gave him a look of concern as she walked past Danny to shove some books into your locker.

“Yeah, your parents still working on that portal?” A couple of students who overheard Tucker let out a couple snickers, making Danny sigh. Just like Danny predicted, the moment he stepped into school he instantly heard jokes left and right at his expense. Mostly about how his parents latest project will blow half the town to smithereens. It’s really not that unusual compared to the other comments he heard before, but just once Danny would like to have regular parents, who have regular jobs, so that way he could have a chance of a social life. Is that too much to ask?

“Yeah,” Danny let out another yawn as the trio made their way towards the cafeteria, “it’s gotten to a point where Jazz and I are sleeping up at the Opt-Center, which somehow is worse than dealing with all the construction down in the basement.” He rubs his back absentmindedly, still sore from sleeping on the floor for the past three nights.

“I still don’t get why you just didn’t ask to go stay over at Tucker’s.”

“Yeah man, is it because of the meat sweat? Cause Foleys don’t do meat sweat.” That earned a snort from Sam as they turned a corner,

“Oh yeah? What about that time-”

“We do not speak about that time!”

“Guys would you just cut it out!” Danny snaps. Both the goth and the tech geek stopped their argument to blink at Danny in surprise, even Danny was surprised at his own outburst. Guilt starting to swell at the bottom of his gut. “Sorry. Look, you guys can go ahead and grab some food, I’ll just be outside taking a nap.” Without another word Danny turned around and made his way to the field.

It took a while for Danny to find a secluded spot outside, especially one where it was far enough away from the football field so Dash wouldn’t see him, but once he did find a spot, it didn’t take long for Danny to close his eyes and get a quick nap in.

Only for it to be ruined by his phone ringing. A very familiar ringtone grating at his ears.

At first he ignored it, too busy enjoying the nice early-autumn breeze. Eventually it stopped and Danny was able to fully enjoy the peace and quiet, soon he felt himself getting more drowsy and was about to fall asleep when his phone rang once again. A part of him wanted to ignore his phone, turn it off so he could have some peace and quiet for the rest of lunch, but he decided against it. He knows that ringtone anywhere, the annoying peppy tune that made Danny’s ears bleed and glared at the phone in annoyance.

Stupid Randy and his stupid ringtone.

Danny picked up the call on its third ring. “What do you want?”

His friend snorted, though it did sound a little out of breath, “Rude.”

“You would be too if you had to sleep in the Opt-Center for the third night in a row.”

“Please, I won’t be able to sleep until I try every single invention your parents created. Your parents are ghost hunters dude- ghost hunters! That is like the brucest thing ever!” There was something weird going on with Randy’s voice, it sounded like it was muffled with something. But that’s not Danny’s concern at the moment, right now Danny wants this conversation to be done so he could at least sleep for the last twenty minutes of lunch.

“Yeah sure, I think you’re the only person in the world who thinks being real-life ghost hunters are ‘bruce’. Anyways, is there a reason why you’re calling me?” And disturbing me from my well deserved nap?

That made Randy pause for a moment, “Oh right, forgot for a moment.” Right after he said that, a huge BANG! Could be heard on the other side of the line followed by a huge roar that made Randy let out a shriek and Danny to pull his phone away to save his poor ear drums.

“Uh…everything okay over there?” Now, Danny knows Randy is a trouble magnet, he’s known the dude since he was like six, but this sounds a lot more dangerous than Bash and his friends chasing Randy down the hall. He might actually be concerned for the guy.

“Oh yeah, I’m doing awso- OOF!” He sounds like he just slammed into some lockers, it made Danny winced. Randy let out a groan, before pausing and muttering something about how he wasn’t getting pwned. Which made Danny even more confused.

“Right! Okay,” Randy grunts, “so I have this friend…named uh Reginald-yeah! And he may or may not have recently found out that he is the next protector for his city!” Something heavy pounding on the floor could be heard on the other line, luckily getting further away as Randy kept talking.

“Okay…”

“Yeah so Reginald Bagel- yup that’s his name- Reginald Bagel is the new hero for the city with little to no experience and now he’s fighting a monster and he doesn’t know how to beat it!” Somewhere in the distance something roared. Randy let out a nervous chuckle.

“Thoughts?” Danny had to process this for a minute, trying to figure out what the hell Randy was talking about. “I’m sorry what?”

A huge crash was heard on the other side and there was that roar again, louder this time.

“Just answer the question!”

“Okay, okay fine!” Danny thought for a moment, “Okay so is there a tutorial?”

“What?” Heavy pounding was heard on the other side of the phone, getting closer but Danny pressed on.

“You know a tutorial, how to hero 101, instructions, anything?”

"OH MY JUICE! I forgot the instructions! Thank you so much Danny, I owe you one, bye!” With a ‘click’ the call ended leaving Danny’s head swirling around with questions, that phone call made him antsy and on edge. He doesn’t think he’ll be able to sleep, much less focus for the rest of the day when he’s too busy worrying about his friend. And of course this was a perfectly good time for a stream of cold milk to be dumped dumped right on top of his head, followed by snickers of the last person he wanted to see at the moment.

“Whoops, sorry Fen-turd, I guess I must have mistaken you for a trashcan.” That earned a couple more snorts from Dash’s friends.

“Eh, I’m pretty sure it’s a common mistake, especially with that kind of fashion sense!” Paulina butted in. The group of jocks and cheerleaders continued to laugh as they walked away. Leaving Danny soaking in a pile of milk.

“Great,” Danny mutters as he shook his head to get some of the excess milk off, “This day cannot get anymore worse, right?”

“AHHHHHH!”

So apparently Danny was wrong, it can get so much worse.

Let’s set the scene shall we?

At 3:30 pm Danny, Sam, and Tucker took the bus to Fenton Works, in order to study, do some homework, decide that’s dumb, and spend the rest of the evening playing video games.

At 3:48 pm, the trio of friends went inside. They said hi to Jazz, who was busy getting homework done, battled an army of possessed hot dogs in the fridge to get some snacks, and planned on heading up to Danny’s room to take advantage of the quiet for as long as possible.

At 4:00 pm, Jack Fenton barged into Danny’s room dragging all the kids down to the basement, where Mr. Fenton gave a speech about his hardships, setbacks, and his love for fudge, before unveiling the finished ghost portal.

At 4:15 pm, Jack would have continued speaking for the next hour, if Maddie Fenton didn’t interrupt her husband saying that the sooner he turns on the portal, the sooner they could all dig into Jack’s celebratory fudge.

It’s 4:16 pm, and everyone is waiting with bated breath as Maddie and Jack Fenton finish the last touches of the portal, before putting the plug in. For a second it seemed like everyone was holding their breath and Danny couldn't help but feel excited. His parents were about to tear a hole in the fabric of reality!

Except instead of a big flash, there was a small spark and then nothing.

Around 4:45 pm, after almost thirty minutes of trying to find the mistake, to correct any miscalculations, anything and everything to make the portal work, nothing had any effect. Finally, Maddie let out a sigh and said that they should stop and continue to work on it tomorrow. She said sorry to the kids and guided Jack upstairs telling him that they will just break out the failure Fudge instead.

It’s 4:46 pm, Jazz left soon after their parents did, leaving the trio of fourteen year-olds alone in the basement lab. While Tucker and Sam were taking a look at the lab, as this was probably their third time down there, Danny can’t seem to stop staring at the portal. His parents worked on this for almost two weeks, with years before that saving up money for the materials, and years spent on calculations dedicated to this stupid contraption. He’s angry that after all that work his parents put into it, it still didn’t work.

It’s 4:50 and after four minutes of looking, Sam had an amazing idea, a wonderful and awesome idea. And while Danny did have his doubts and was a little nervous, Danny could admit he was a little curious. So he donned a hazmat suit that his dad gave him for his fourteenth birthday, ripping off the embarrassing sticker of his dad off his chest before stepping into the skeleton of the ghost-portal. Or Fenton-Portal as his dad called it. He was about five steps in before everything went to shit.

At exactly 4:51 pm, Danny tripped on some wiring. Not wanting to land face first on metal flooring, he leaned his weight onto one side, not knowing that his hand touching the wall was actually pressing the on switch. Danny heard a little, ‘click,’ and before he could really process it, he was instantly shocked with painful volts of electricity. It was burning him alive, sizzling his insides, and making him numb to everything but pain.

Pain.

PAIN.

“AHHHHHHHHH!”

He closed his eyes in pain, it sent his breath away, made him feel his heart stopped beating, and then all he saw was white. His head was all spacey, and floaty, numbing the pain.

At 4:52 pm, the portal stopped buzzing and instead of an empty hole in the wall there was a swirl of neon green, a dull hum in the air, and a fourteen year-old kid stumbling out of the portal.

“DANNY!” Sam and Tucker both shouted, diving towards their friend to break his fall, Sam was on the ground with Tucker landing ungracefully on top of her. She let out a muffled "Oomf!" from the unexpected weight, she expects another weight on top of Tucker, only for it to never come. Instead, she felt something cold and weird flowing past her making her shiver. When she opened her eyes, she was met with a passed out, white-haried Danny. It surprised her so much she let out a scream and shoved Tucker out of the way.

“What the hell!” Tucker shouted, his arms flailing before landing on his butt. The two teens took a minute to catch their breath, the eerily green glow being the only source of light in the basement. Sam was the first to recover, slowly crawling back to Danny. She took note of his white hair, his inverted-colored hazmat suit, and sickly pale skin, definitely nothing like Danny from thirty minutes ago. But what scared her more was how his chest didn’t move, and that he was cold to the touch- to the point that she feels like she would get frostbite if she just let her hand stay on his shoulder. Fuck, did she just kill her best friend?

“Sam!” Tucker’s shout snapped her out of her thoughts, it made her aware of the unbearable pressure that was clogging up her throat. But she quickly ignored that to turn her attention to her other friend, who was pale from fright, with his eyes widening in horror. At first Sam was confused as to what Tucker might be seeing, until Tucker pointed a finger and Sam’s eyes followed where the finger was pointing at. Sam must have been too stuck in her head to notice neon green eyes staring straight into her soul.

“D-Danny.” Her voice came out as a whisper, she didn’t know what to do and she’s pretty sure she can’t just type: ‘I accidently killed my best friend, only he’s not dead, he has white hair and glowing green eyes. What do I do?’ on google and expect a solid and helpful answer.

“You alright man?” Tucker came in closer, still pale, and still hesitant, but still there. Danny however did not look like he was present at at. His eyes were roaming over everything, but it seemed like he was not processing what was happening. Sam was just about to tell Tucker to call for Mr. and Mrs. Fenton when she heard the familiar sounds of heavy boots storming down the stairs. It seems like that snapped Danny out of whatever he had going on, since his eyes started to widen, and he looked like he was on the verge of a panic attack.

“Kids, is everything okay down here!” Jack turned the corner, only to freeze his eyes widened as he took the scene in front of him. Maddie came down a second later, her mouth gaping, and shoulders slumping. Oh god, Sam was a dead, dead girl wasn’t she.

“Uh… Mr. and Mrs. Fenton-”

“It’s not what it looks like!” For a second Sam shot Tucker a glare before elbowing him in the sides, the geek let out a yelp before giving her his own glare.

“The ghost portal…” The Fentons slowly made their way towards the teens, Sam casted her eyes down waiting for the inevitable anger.

“The ghost portal works! Ha-ha, I did it!” If this was anger, Jack had a weird way of showing it, especially with his dance.

“Oh Jack, we must have forgotten to include any calculations on the chances of the portal having a delayed start!” Maddie exclaimed, slapping a head over her forehead as if that was a bigger deal than her youngest child’s changes.

“Delayed starts- hah! Who cares about that, Maddie, when we have a fully working ghost portal on our hands!” Jack’s laugh seemed to vibrate the very walls and floor of the lab. The big man took Maddie into his arms swinging her around as the couple continued to celebrate and laugh, Sam took a chance to look at Tucker only to find he was just as confused as she was. Finally when Jack set Maddie back down on the ground, the woman seemed to take notice of the frozen teens, even with her head covered it was obvious she was a little confused when she looked at the teens.

“Where’s Danny?” Huh? Sam quickly looked down to see she was carrying nothing, but that can’t be right. She can still feel Danny, his tense shoulders, his fidgeting, she could even feel and hear him sucking in breath! But she can’t see him. She turned to look at Danny’s parents, both growing more anxious the longer she didn't answer. And she really doesn’t want them to freak out, cause if they freak out Sam’s pretty sure she will freak out. Luckily Tucker was there,

“Wait, you mean you didn’t see him? He told us he was going out to Smarty-Mart to go get some snacks!” Oh seriously Tuck?! Why would they believe that? The closest Smarty-Mart is almost two miles away! The adults were quiet for a moment, just staring at the two visible, and one invisible, teens. Sam couldn’t help but fidget under their gaze. And just when Sam thought they were about to demand where Danny actually is, both parents smiled, and Sam let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding.

“Well, alright then!” Jack said as he dragged Maddie up the stairs with him as they celebrated their working ghost-portal. When they couldn’t hear their voices anymore did Tucker and Sam allow themselves to turn back to where Danny was supposed to be. At first Sam saw nothing, just her hands holding nothing. Then she saw something starting to appear, it was like watching something with a bad TV reception, all staticky and at times hard to see, but then Sam saw neon green eyes, white hair, and a black and white hazmat suit. And just when Sam could see Danny clearly, a bright light circled around Danny making both Sam and Tucker shield their eyes and take a step back. When the light faded, Sam was met with a familiar blue-eyed, black haired teen with a white and black hazmat suit.

No one said anything, they were just three teens staring at each other in an almost catatonic state. A phone vibrated off to the side, it was Danny’s phone. Without thinking Tucker took Danny’s phone, unlocked it and stared at the screen.

“Uh, your dad wants you to pick up some more fudge while you’re at the store.” That seemed to snap Danny out of his trance.

“What the fuck just happened!”

It was exactly 5:12 pm when Danny calmed down enough to sneak out of the basement and head straight towards the direction where Smarty-Mart was. It took Danny an extra hour to get there and back due to his new…abilities, kicking in at the most inappropriate times. In his hands he held a bucket of his dad’s favorite fudge, and some other things to make it seem like he actually went to the store for him and his friends.

It was 11:15 pm and Sam and Tucker were still talking about the portal incident to make sense of it all, while Danny just stared at his untouched candy, waiting for everything to just make sense. And when he felt his phone vibrate in his back pocket, Danny took a quick look to see that Randy had texted him. And while he knows it’s a bad idea to let his texts go unanswered, Danny just couldn’t. So he turned off his phone, tossed it to the other side of his bed, and continued to stare at his candy.

#danny phantom #rc9gn #fanfic #the impossible adventures of the phantom and the ninja

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shower-phantom-ideas · 1 year

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Dash is the biggest douchebag ever, who deserves a good kick in the crotch, held at gunpoint and shot on the spot. Same for that whore, Puta Paulina.

I havent done anything danny phantom related in ages. Besides like read phanfics and ask silly questions. This ask is the first one i have gotten in ages and its just quite the ask innit. So im gonna give it my all writing something just for you anon <3

Thanks for the ask! This one goes out to all my Dash haters! This one is for yall ❤️🥰🤗♥️💕😍

Dash Baxter

Dash was known for his prime jock personality. Really just a cookie cutter jock from those classic underdog movies. Low grades, quarterback on the football team, shoving kids in lockers, everyone knew it. What they didnt know was that this isnt where the similarities stopped. His mother died when he was younger. His father became a dead beat drunk, mostly a young Dash would receive the beating part. No future, just to peak in high school. All his peers told him these are going to be his highest moments. That soon he wont be anything but a loser working in fast food or as a janitor. His friends though, mostly Kwan, told him other wise. They tried to fill his head with dreams of him playing on a national level. Saying his future was bright. What did they take him for? Some sort of idiot? No he wasnt about to be given some sort of false hope. Yea what a laugh they could have when he got rejected to every school he applied to. No he wasnt gonna let them make a fool of him. He wasnt going to be tricked into believing in a future he had no chance at. After all they say you become your parents. Hes right on track for that, just like his old man. No way he is like his mom. She was kind, sweet, and cared about everyone. No hes nothing like her. He knows it. He can only hope she isnt looking down on him, she probably disowned him ages ago is she was. No son of hers. Sometimes he tries to plead with her. What choice does he have. How can he change it. Please help him. No matter how much he begs and pleads she will never answer. Shes gone and now she can see just how horrible her son really is. She much be so disappointed. That thought shakes him to his core. The idea that his mother who he loved is disappointed in him. How could he turn out like this, to waste all her efforts on teaching him better. He might as well go spit on her grave now. So he decides then and there that he will change. Tomorrow he says. Tomorrow I’ll stop. No more bullying. No more. I’ll become a son she can be proud of. Of course he had made this promise before. He goes a few days without being a jerk and then he just snaps. He doesnt get it. Why cant he do it. Why is it so frustrating and difficult to just not hit on his classmates. Why cant he just control his anger. Make it go away. He always tries so hard to just bottle it up. Stop it and hold it close but it always gets out. Maybe hes too weak. After all how else do you control your anger? All the others can so why cant he? Maybe theres a trick to it. If only he had someone to show him how. How to change. How to do better. How to make his mom proud. As if thats even still on the table. She was so naturally kind. Maybe thats it. Maybe hes just a born bully and he cant change. After all, why else would it be so hard for him to just be nice.

#danny phantom #dash baxtor #my writing #its been so long since i have written anything #shitty anon person #was gonna write for all the a listets but im too lazy

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reading-wanderer · 2 years

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Compounding Catastrophies

It wasn’t the best day ever, but, between getting away from his bully and hanging out with his friends, it had at least been okay. How did it go so wrong?

(Prompt “Kitties, cats, purrs, and meows!” From @catalystofthesoul )

Picture to go with it here.

“Now don’t forget, class. We have a test on Monday and the first draft of your Call of the Wild analysis paper is due on Thursday,” Lancer announced to Danny’s class. Most of them, including Danny himself, had their eyes glued to the clock as the hands slowly clicked towards the long awaited end of the day. With all of his things shoved into his bag, Danny sat with his leg bouncing impatiently beneath the desk and one hand braced on top ready to jump up as soon as the bell rang so he could, hopefully, avoid the worst of the hallway congestion and get out of the school before Dash, the freshman bully, found him.

Three.

Two.

Danny bolted towards the door as soon as the bell rang. Keeping an eye out for the more strict teachers, Danny sped towards his locker with his backpack slung over one arm for easy removal. No Dash yet.

Skidding to a stop in front of his locker, Danny sped through the code, “Seventeen, thirty-five, nine,” he recited as he twisted the dial lock. The door popped open with a metallic shudder as he whipped off his backpack and started shoving the things he needed for the weekend’s homework inside. Math book, history, Call of the—

“Hey Danny.” Danny startled violently, practically throwing his backpack full of books into Tucker’s chest when the other boy spoke directly into his ear.

“Tucker!” Danny yelled, snatching his bag back out of his friend’s arms as Tucker laughed.

“Come on dude, lighten up. It’s the weekend!”

“I can’t,” Danny hissed looking around before going back to shoving books in his bag. “Dash got a bad grade in Math and I managed to get away at the end of class so he’s probably still looking for me.” Tucker winced, looking around as well before grabbing Danny’s bag and holding it open for him to shovel faster. As soon as he had everything, Danny slammed his locker shut and the two of them skittered towards the front exit.

“Woah, where’s the fire,” Sam snarked as she joined them a couple halls down.

“Dash got a bad grade in math and is looking to take it out on Danny,” Tucker explained as Danny glanced down the hall Sam had come down. No Dash.

“Ugh. What a meathead,” Sam snarled, glaring out over the crowd as if the bully would suddenly appear, “I oughta give him a piece of my mind.”

“I don’t think that’ll help,” Tucker pointed out, “he might just take that out on Danny too.” Danny cringed, ducking down a bit further.

“Come on, let’s just get out of here before he finds us,” Danny urged.

“Fine,” Sam sighed, rolling her eyes. Somehow, they managed to make it out the door and down the street without the tell-tale yell of “Fenton!” ringing through the air. Once they were about a block away, Danny let out a relieved sigh and straightened out of the uncomfortable hunched posture he had taken in an effort to stay out of sight.

“So, what’s everyone’s plans for the weekend?” Tucker asked, his own shoulders relaxing as Danny’s did, “I, for one, plan to watch the new Zombie Squad movie coming out on Saturday. Room for two more if you guys want to come.”

“Ooh! I heard they were introducing a new super zombie into the mix. Count me in,” Sam cheered.

“Sorry guys,” Danny said with an apologetic smile, “Mom and dad put me on kitten duty this weekend while they finish up their big project in the basement.”

“Speaking of the kittens,” Sam said, attempting to sound casual despite the excitement underneath, “are you going to let us come over and see them yet?” Danny scratched the back of his neck, frowning.

“I don’t think I can. Vlad’s not really bonding with them the way he usually does, so Mom and Dad don’t really want other people coming and messing with them. I mean, he’s been letting Dad hold them.”

“Seriously?” Tucker asked, “but he hates your dad. Wasn’t he sneaking into their room in the middle of the night to maul him, like, a couple weeks ago?”

“Yeah. They started putting the riot door down when they went to bed again for a while.”

“Wow, that’s pretty bad. But I thought that was…normal? At least for Vlad. Is that why your parents went and got the kittens for him?” Tucker asked, scratching his head, “doesn’t he usually just wander off and steal the kittens himself?”

“Yeah, but he’s been sneaking into the basement and gnawing on the wires to Mom and Dad’s big project too, so they decided not to wait for him to go looking on his own.”

“Did it help?” Sam asked, morbidly interested despite herself.

“With the night time attacks? Yeah. He’s been corralling them in me and Jazz’s rooms like normal. As far as the project? Not even a little bit. Now there’s six cats sneaking into the basement and gnawing on it. Mom said Vlad almost tore through one of their big extension cords— That’s why I got put on kitten duty even though they’re almost two months.” Sam scowled.

“Ugh. How did they not notice him chewing through their cords? Aren’t they huge? Why do they even have a cat, they barely take care of him.”

Danny shrugged helplessly, “I mean dad’s had him since college so they can’t be that bad.”

“Danny, I asked your dad when the last time Vlad went to the vet for a checkup was and your dad said that he ‘didn’t believe in checkups’. I mean, they literally let him run off and bring home stray kittens four times a year! That’s not good pet ownership!”

“She has a point,” Tucker agreed, “how many times have you gotten fleas now?” Danny grimaced.

“Don’t remind me,” his skin crawled at the memory of the tiny bugs crawling on him and biting. No matter how many times it had happened, he never got use to it. At least he had gotten better at using a flea comb. “That’s the good thing about mom and dad getting him shelter kittens, none of them have fleas.”

“You think at this point they’d start getting him, like, preemptive flea treatments. Or a flea collar. Or at least keep the flea bath stuff on hand instead of running out to get it every time,” Tucker pointed out.

“Mom said flea collars can hurt the kittens if they get too much of the poison from it on them.”

“But what about the stuff you put on the cat once a month?” Sam pressed. “they could just pick it up while they’re shopping.” Danny sighed.

“Dad says he doesn’t think that stuff actually works.”

“Of course not. That’s it,” Sam said, throwing her arms into the air, “we’re going to come see the kittens. I don’t trust your parents.”

“Fine, fine,” Danny said just barely dodging getting hit upside the head, “you can come see them, but if Mom and Dad say you have to leave, then you have to go.” Sam whooped and grabbed the boys’ arms.

“Come on, let’s go!” she yelled, dragging them down the street.

“Sam, slow down!” The boys yelped as they were forced to run to keep up. Thankfully, Fenton Works was only a few blocks away. Soon, though not soon enough for Danny and Tucker, they found themselves outside Danny’s home. The FentonWorks sign loomed high above them, buzzing cheerfully in the afternoon light despite not needing to be on at all. As soon as she hit the stoop, Sam let them go and turned to find them practically falling face first onto the pavement.

“You two really need to work on your stamina,” Sam said, eyeing the two boys as they panted heavily and leaned on the worn stone steps. Tucker made an unhappy noise between pants as he slowly slid to the ground. “Danny, keys?” she requested impatiently.

Danny pulled his house keys out of his pocket and tossed them to her before leaning down and tugging Tucker back into a standing position. “Come on, before she steals my cats,” Danny joked with a cheeky smile.

“Dude, she might,” Tucker joked back, “you better keep an eye on her.”

“Come on,” Sam complained from just inside, “hurry up!” The boys grinned at each other before charging into the house after her.

“Mom! Dad! Sam and Tucker are here,” Danny yelled as they took their shoes off in the foyer and set them on the rug beside the door. When no one answered, Danny just sighed and led the other two to the kitchen where his parents had put up their special ‘Vlad proof’ baby gates.

Sam squealed as the loud cries of playing kittens drifted out, practically bouncing as they waited for Danny to unlock the stupidly complicated mechanism that kept the gate doors closed.

As soon as it was open, Danny gestured for the other two to go in quickly before stepping in himself and re-locking the gate behind them. The sight that awaited him was a familiar one, even with the addition of his friends.

The table was pushed against the bit of side wall not taken up by counters with all the chairs tucked carefully underneath, leaving most of the middle of the room open for the gobs of random cat toys and pieces of random trash for the cats to bat around and play with as they pleased. The two cat boxes bracketed the doorway from the front like stinky sentries— a fragrant reminder that Danny needed to clean those out later. Vlad’s cat tree, a large structure with several perches of varying height and a couple different hiding spots made by his dad out of some of their older, failed ghost projects, was positioned right between the counter and the door to the basement, giving the cat a perfect view of anyone and everyone in the room.

Vlad was exactly where Danny expected— sitting on one of the lower platforms, tail flicking as he stared down the basement door— while the kittens scurried around on the floor below seemingly without a care in the world. Usually, or at least usually when he had stolen the kittens himself, Vlad would be right down on the floor playing with them or would at least have his favorite of the bunch up on the perch with him as he groomed them, but ever since Danny’s parents had started their big project he could be found glaring at the basement door.

Danny didn’t know how he knew that his parents were working on a new ghost portal, but Vlad had always been weirdly smart. And weird in general. Honestly, the kitten theft was probably one of the less remarkable things about him. According to his mom, he had once been a normal black and white tuxedo cat with yellow eyes, but after a run in with his parents’ prototype portal in collage, his fur had turned a dark reddish-magenta where it had been black and an almost off-white pink where it had been white before. His eyes had also shifted into a brilliant almost-neon red that practically glowed in the dark. According to his parents, beyond the color change and setting off their trackers once in a while, Vlad didn’t have anything else wrong with him.

The kittens, in contrast, were normal from the black and white color of their fur to the way they mobbed Sam as she kneeled on the floor. “Awww,” Sam coo’d, as she reached out for them to sniff at her, “they’re so cute.”

Blake, the only long haired among them and the largest of the bunch, was quick to jump into her arms and ask for pets. He was quickly followed by Flynn, the smallest despite his position as second oldest, as he started jumping up Sam’s back to bat at her ponytail.

“What’s with the wheels on that one,” Tucker asked, pointing at the kitten attempting to join Blake on Sam’s lap and failing as the cart attached to his back got caught on Sam’s leg. The kitten’s yellow eyes were squinted in displeasure as he cried loudly for Sam’s attention.

”Mattie was born without back legs, so Dad made a cart for him so he could still get around.”

“What are the other one’s names?” Sam asked as she cuddled and coo’d at a loudly purring Blake and no-longer-yelling Mattie while the last two, who Jazz liked to refer to as ‘the twins’, had turned their attention to tackling each other and trying to bite at each other’s ears as they fought for what little lap room was left.

“The big one is Blake, the tiny one is Flynn and the duo that are constantly tackling each other are Danielle and Jasper.” Tucker laughed.

“They named them after you and Jazz?”

“Yeah,” Danny grumbled as he walked over and started petting Vlad, who started purring softly and leaning into the touch even as he refused to stop staring down the lab door, “They’re planning on keeping those two since Vlad’s hitting 21 this year. I think Mom’s just waiting for him to drop dead one of these days so she can dissect him.”

“That demon cat? No way,” Tucker said, throwing an arm over Danny’s shoulders, “he’s going to live to a hundred out of pure spite.”

“Don’t call him a demon,” Sam complained from the floor as she finally looked up from the kitten mob, “he’s a sweetheart.”

“To you maybe,” Tucker snarked, “you’re not the one who woke up to those red eyes staring you down in the dark.” Danny snorted.

“You should have heard him scream,” Danny teased. “He woke everyone up and Mom and Dad burst in the room with their ectoblasters and everything.” Sam gave a bark of laughter.

“I wish I’d seen that.” Tucker gave her a faux scowl, leaning forward to retaliate with an embarrassing story about her, when the lab door slammed open, startling all of them.

“Danno!” Danny’s dad cheered, “guess what!”

“Uhh—Wait, Vlad No!” Danny yelled as the cat ripped himself out from under Danny’s hand and lunged for the door. Danny’s dad just barely managed to snatch the cat out of the air before he could zoom down the stairs. A low growl started in Vlad’s chest and Danny’s mom quickly grabbed the cat before he attempted to draw blood. The cat settled down with a huff, tail lashing but no longer in danger of biting someone.

Danny rushed forward and collected Vlad before his mom could start lecturing him on keeping ahold of the cat when the lab was open. “So, what was the big news?”

His mom gave him a look that promised a lecture later, while his Dad declared, “the portal is done! We’re gonna bust straight into the ghost zone. You guys wanna watch?”

The trio shared a look, each daring the others to respond first. Sam carefully unburied herself from the kitten pile so she could stand next to Danny and Tucker. “Uhhh, sure?” Danny answered finally as the guilt set in when his dad’s smile started to droop a bit. Vlad huffed in his arms, but obligingly returned to laying down on his cat tree when Danny set him back on his perch.

“Come on!” His dad cheered, excitement returning as he herded them down the stairs while his mom guarded the door from feisty felines.

The first thing Danny noticed upon walking down was that the lab was a mess. It was normally a mess, with multiple projects in various states scattered all over the place, but right now? There were spare parts and tools everywhere with no sign of any kind of organization while large cables crisscrossed the floor without a distinct start or end. The only remotely clean looking area was right in front of the brand new hole in the wall. The hole looked big enough to drive a car through and was lined with shiny metal panels. The outside was framed by a large metal arch with various devices branching from the sides. His dad practically danced across the floor while the rest of them were forced to carefully pick their way over to the one bare spot.

“This is going to be a once in a lifetime experience!” Danny’s dad boasted loudly, “Who wants to man the camera?” In sync, Danny and Tucker both took a large step back, leaving Sam the only one standing there.

She turned and shot dirty looks at both of them before turning back to Danny’s dad and offering up a wary, “Uh, I can.”

“That’s the spirit! Here,” he said, passing her a bulky digital camera with his face plastered to the side, “this is the Fenton Photographer! It can take pictures of ghosts even when they go invisible. Just snap some pictures when we get the portal going and any ectoplasmic horror lurking around should show up on screen so we can—”

“Hey dad,” Danny interrupted, “should we be putting on our safety gear so we don’t end up like Vlad.”

“Yeah,” Tucker agreed, “pink is so not my color.”

“Don’t worry Danno! We have all sorts of safety features packed into this thing. No chance of any blasts escaping containment this time!”

“Your father’s right,” his mom agreed as she stepped off the stairs to stand with them, “the size to power ratio on this one is much more stable. Plus I made sure that the ectofiltrate was in the filter instead of diet soda this time.” The pointed look she gave her husband did not go unnoticed by anyone and the man gave a nervous laugh as he scurried to where two large cables were sitting on the floor and lifted each by the plug.

“Ready? And,” Sam lifted the camera, “Bonzai!”

Jack slammed the two plugs together. The trio tensed up. A moment passed.

Two.

Three.

Jack’s shoulders slumped. Maddie hummed, eyes narrowed as she grabbed one end of the wire and stared following it back towards the wall and then into the sub basement. “I found the issue,” she sang, “it wasn’t plugged into the generator.” The lab was suddenly filled with the sound of whirring machinery and the clicking of panels sliding into place. Sam brought the camera back up from where she had lowered it after the first failed start. A low buzzing started, the frequency rumbling through their chests. Danny and Tucker moved a little closer to each other, placing themselves just behind Sam in the process— something Danny knew she would have commented on had she not been otherwise occupied.

Danny flinched as a bright green spark flashed into being, arcing across the portal frame. He could hear Sam taking pictures as the spark left a line in its wake that was slowly growing in size. Danny could feel something buzzing along his skin. Then, all of a sudden, there was a soft popping noise and the light disappeared, leaving the portal frame empty.

Danny winced as his parent’s shoulders immediately slumped. His mom darted over to the counter where papers were scattered haphazardly. “How did it not work, I went over the calculations at least twenty times. Why didn’t it work?”

Danny watched quietly as his dad walked over, slung an arm over her shoulders, and the two of them started talking quietly. Danny, Sam, and Tucker shifted and glanced between each other.

“Should we…” Tucker asked looking pointedly towards the door. Danny nodded.

“Hold on,” Sam muttered as they started towards the stairs. Then, raising her voice, she asked, “Hey, Mr. and Mrs. Fenton, what do you want me to do with the camera?”

“The camera!” Danny’s dad cheered, pulling the device from her hands. “Maybe there’s something on here!” Danny watched with baited breath as his parents leaned over the camera and slowly scrolled through each picture— their shoulders going lower and lower as their faces radiated disappointment. Finally, Danny’s dad tossed the camera back to Sam, totally defeated.

“I don’t know what happened,” he said, turning and frowning at the portal frame, “maybe… we just need to take a step back and re-think some things.” He sighed, scratching at the back of his neck as he started slowly trudging back to the stairs. “I’m gong to go get something to eat, maybe take a nap.”

“I’ll join you,” Danny’s mom agreed, voice soft. As the duo climbed the stairs and left the basement, his mom’s voice drifted down, “There has to be something we’re missing. Maybe if we let—” The trio shared uneasy looks as they stood alone in the lab.

“Soooooo,” Sam said as she looked around the room, “should we, like, unplug it or something?”

“Maybe?” Danny answered as he scratched at his neck. He really wasn’t sure what his parents would want them to do. “I don’t know if—”

Danny froze. In their disappointment, his parents had left the door ajar— a fact Danny suddenly became very aware of when the door burst open, letting in light from the kitchen as well as all the cats. He burst into motion, scrambling towards the stairs, where Vlad had Mattie, cart and all, dangling from his mouth while the other kittens scurried after him.

“Ah, shoot!” he yelped as he tripped on one of the random pieces of machinery scattered around. “Guys, help me grab the cats.” Tucker, the closest one to the stairs, lunged for Vlad as the cat made it to the basement floor. The cat took one look at him and jumped out of reach before Tucker could make contact. Tucker hit the floor with a pained, ‘oof’. The other cats jumped onto his back and then sprang off in different directions as Vlad b-lined to the portal hole. He only paused to set Mattie down in the open area before going to sniff at the portal frame.

“Vlad no. Don’t do that!” Danny yelped as he pulled himself free of the hoses that had gotten wrapped around his ankle only to unbalance and fall back in them as Danielle and Jasper skittered right where his foot was about to land.

Sam, meanwhile, tossed the camera onto the work table and lunged for Blake and Flynn as they tried scooting past her underneath the table. For a moment, she manage to catch Flynn. Unfortunately, Blake barreled into her hands a second later, making her flinch back in surprise, dropping Flynn back to the floor. The two darted away before she could make another grab.

“Vlad Stop!” Danny shouted as the cat finished sniffing, led the kittens straight into the wall tunnel, and started pulling up one of the thin metallic panels that lined the space. Kicking away the spare parts around him, Danny jumped to his feet and ran for the jumpsuit locker. He quickly donned his white and black protective gear before darting in after them. Grabbing Vlad, who growled loudly, Danny practically threw him into Sam’s arms before turning to grab the kittens.

His foot came down on something warm and wiggling and Danny threw himself back before he could crush Flynn. He threw out his arm in an attempt to regain balance, trying brace against the wall.

Something small and round depressed beneath his hand.

The whirling of machinery was his only warning before something cold and sharp and foreign slammed through every inch of his being. The last thing he heard before passing out was the sound of screaming.

-x-X-x-X-x-

When he woke again, it was to the familiar feeling of a rough tongue rasping over his face. Danny groaned. Every inch of his body was sore and painful and, despite the blankets wrapped around him, he was freezing. The only spots he was warm were the places he could feel little sleeping bodies tucked in next to him and the large bulk of Vlad on top of his chest. Danny cracked his eyes open and watched him pull back, his bright red eyes staring into Danny’s tired blues as he meowed and started purring loudly in the otherwise silent room.

“Oh, so now you like me? You growled at me earlier,” Danny asked sullenly even as his body relaxed at the familiar sound. Vlad sniffed at his face. Seemingly satisfied, he leaned back on Danny’s chest and shifted over to start grooming the pair of kittens tucked into Danny’s left side. One of them, Danielle or Jasper purred loudly as their face was dislodged from his side by the grooming. He knew it was one of them because he could feel a cart digging into his knee, the tiny body tucked beneath his chin had to be Flynn, and Blake was kneading his hip. It was only thanks to the thick blanket covering him that he was saved from the kitten’s needle claws stabbing into his flesh. Danny considered moving and dislodging the cats, but his head was pounding and his limbs felt like lead. Even thinking about moving was making him tired. Besides, the purring was pretty nice…

With a sigh, Danny laid this head back down and let himself drift back to sleep…

-x-X-x-X-x-

The next time he woke up, there was no sign of Vlad or any of the kittens. He still didn’t feel great, but he did feel a lot better than the last time. He was debating between getting up and going back to sleep when his door opened up revealing an upset looking Jazz.

“Jazz? What’s wrong,” he asked. Her eyes darted towards him and her face brightened dramatically.

“Danny!” she yelled, running forward and wrapping her arms around him.

“Uh, Jazz? Are you okay?” he asked, patting her back awkwardly as she hugged him just a bit too tight.

“Am I okay? I should be asking you that,” she sniffled as she leaned back to look at him. Danny blinked at her.

“What happened?”

“What happened? What do you mean? You got hit by their stupid portal turning on is what happened! They’re lucky you didn’t get killed!” Danny flinched back a bit at her volume and Jazz’s face softened. “Mom and Dad were pretty worried when they heard you screaming. Dad had to catch you when the portal spit you back out.”

“Where are they?” Danny asked, looking around the room as if they would pop out of thin air. His shoulders slumped when he didn’t see them, “are they fixing their portal?” Jazz looked away and started chewing on her lip nervously.

“They’re… out looking for the cats. Vlad apparently dragged the kittens off somewhere while they weren’t looking. They got hit with the portal too— mom and dad think they might not make it since they’re so little.”

“What?” Danny asked, horrified. “But. They were just here a bit ago. Vlad woke me up. The kittens were fine. What do you mean ‘they went missing’?” Danny asked as he struggled into a sitting position and scanned the room once more. When no cats were apparent he became frantic, “they were just here. I know they were!” He went to shove himself out of bed when Jazz intervened.

“Danny, you’ve been asleep for two days,” Jazz said, putting her hands on his shoulders and pushing to try and get him to lay back down.

“Two Days!” Danny yelped, eyes wide.

“Mom and Dad are looking everywhere for them, but you need to rest. The portal that hit you was a lot bigger than the one that hit Vlad. Mom wants to make sure you don’t have any weird reactions.”

“Mom doesn’t even like Vlad,” Danny cried as his body gave out and sent him crashing back onto the mattress, “she was gonna dissect him.”

“Look,” Jazz pitched her voice low and glanced towards the door, “I don’t think you have to worry about that. Vlad’s a lot smarter than mom and dad give him credit for. And a lot weirder. I’m sure he’ll be back before you know it, but you need to rest before you hurt yourself.” Danny sniffed, eyes wet with frustrated tears.

“Fine,” he snapped, rubbing almost violently at his eyes, “but as soon as I’m better I’m gonna find him.” Jazz ruffled his hair.

“I know you will little brother. Now how do you feel about some soup— straight from the can and warmed up on the stove.” Danny nodded miserably. Jazz sighed and ran her fingers through Danny’s hair. “Don’t worry Danny, I’m sure Vlad’ll show back up soon.”

#reader writes a thing #Danny phantom #phic phight #vlad plasmius #Sam mason #tucker foley #the clones as cats

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no-mercy-bby · 4 years

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I cant believe nobody's asked this but how about danny and johnny (1980) crushing on the same girl.

I've never written for Danielle so please don't judge too harshly :)

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You were the new girl at West Valley High school. Yes, your family upped everything at the beginning of the school year to move you out here, let's just say you were less than thrilled to be out here.

"Alright honey, I called the school and everything should be arranged for your classes, you just need to go to the front office for your schedule." Your mom tells you as you sling your backpack over one shoulder.

"Thanks mom, see you later." You nod at her before stepping out of the car, shutting the door behind you. Great, another shitty school with what you could already tell, a lot of annoying people.

As you start down the sidewalk to what you assumed was the main entrance, you mentally jot a list of all the groups you could pick out.

Freshman who still hadn't hit puberty and were just awkwardly hanging around

Sophomores who looked like they would rather be anywhere else

Juniors who probably hadn't slept in weeks and was only running on caffeine

And seniors that were ready to get the hell out of this place (You)

Band kids

Gossip girls

Cheerleaders

Jocks?...

Wait. Were there no jocks? You glance around for a second. Nope, no noticeable letterman jackets or balls being tossed around. Huh... Interesting.

You shrug and just keep walking, making your way inside and going to the front office.

You tell the lady behind the desk your name when prompted and she passes over your schedule, locker number, and combination number. You thank her before going to leave, stopping after bumping into someone's chest.

"Sorry..." You mumble moving to step around him, adjusting the strap of your backpack nervously.

"Don't worry about it," He assures with a smirk you could hear in his voice," I'd let you run into me any time."

This makes you look up at him, laughing softly at how cheesy what he just said was. And wow were you glad you looked up at him. He had extremely blonde hair, it almost looked white, and captivating blue eyes. He also had a dark ring of what you guessed was a bruise around his eye, but nonetheless, he still looked handsome.

"That was the worst thing I ever heard," You smile at him," I'm Y/N L/N."

"Johnny Lawrence, you must be new around here if that's the worst thing you've heard." Johnny tells you with a smile.

"Yeah, actually I am."

"I could show you around school if you wanted," Johnny offers, nodding at the lady behind the desk.

"I'd like that, Lawrence."

Johnny grins and grabs your hand, leading you out of the office and back into the hall.

"So these classrooms are the scien-"

"Johnny, who is this pretty little thing?" Another blonde asks coming over to you with a smirk.

"Dutch, this is Y/N, she's new." Johnny replies with a a smile, glancing at you.

"I'm not a fucking thing, Dutch." You glare at him, only making him smirk more.

"You're right, you're nothing." Dutch laughs and Johnny shoves at his shoulder.

"C'mon man leave her alone." Johnny shakes his head in annoyance, pulling you away with him. "That's just how Dutch is, don't worry about it."

"He's just a fucking asshole for no reason, oh that tracks." You snort as Johnny squeezes you hand, leading you near the end of the hall.

"One of these lockers is probably yours, if you wanna put your backpack up." Johnny explains, glancing back down the hallway.

"Oh right," You glance back at your papers before finding your locker, shoving your backpack inside, taking out your Trapper Keeper.

Shutting your locker, you turn around to see Johnny watching you with a smile.

"What is it?" You ask somewhat nervously, looking down at your papers.

"Ah nothing. What's your first class?" Johnny asks, still smiling as he leans over your shoulder to look at your schedule.

"I think math." You answer him, turning to look at Johnny, getting flustered when you realize how close he was. Johnny meets your eyes and smirks, making you glance away.

"We better get going, babe." Johnny says casually, smirking as he throws his arm over your shoulders, leading you to your math class.

"Babe?"

"Yes, babe?" Johnny cheekily asks back making you shake your head with a smile, feeling your face heat up again.

"After this class is over, wait for me and I'll take you to your next class alright?" Johnny explains with a grin as you arrive to your class.

"Alright," You assure him," See you in a bit."

The bell rings and Johnny takes off down the hall as you walk into class. Noticing most the seats were taken up an empty one in the back catches your eye and you head for that one.

Settling into the hard chair, you glance around, noticing the dark haired boy who was sitting beside you.

"This is a bunch of bullshit," You mumble in annoyance as class starts, earning a chuckle from the guy beside you.

"You're telling me, we've be at this since last week and the old woman still can teach it to us." He complains, making you laugh quietly.

"You new here?" He questions, setting down his pencil and turning to look at you.

"Heh, yeah." You nod, taking in his pretty baby browns and the bruises also littering his handsome features.

"I'm Daniel LaRusso but you can call me Danny, if you'd like," Daniel tells you, holding out his hand for you to shake, which you do.

"Y/N L/N," You tell him with a smile, having a good feeling about him.

"Nice to meet you, Y/N." Daniel smiles brightly at you.

As class continued on, you and Danny both kept cracking jokes and making fun of how ridiculous this math was. Like you'd ever do some of this in your daily life.

When the bell rings, you leave the class with Daniel, still talking and laughing with him. You jump a little as you feel an arm wrap tight around your waist, relaxing when you look and see it was Johnny.

"Oh! Hey Johnny," You smile at him, leaning more into him as his arm pulls you closer.

"Hey babe, what are you doing talking to this son of a bitch?" Johnny growls, glaring harshly at Daniel.

"Hey wh-" You start before being cut off by Daniel.

"Watch your mouth, asshole!" Daniel shouts back, trying to get in Johnny's face, but Johnny easily shoves his shoulder back. With space now available between them, you step in.

"Johnny!! What is wrong with you?!" You yell at him with a cruel glare, defending Daniel, making him freeze as he notices you.

"This isn't over, LaRusso." Johnny growls before start to walk away with a huff.

You turn back to Daniel and he only shrugs, giving you no explanation about why they were about to kill each other in the hallway.

"I'll see you later I guess?" You ask him, which Daniel nods to before going the other way.

Going the way Johnny went, you jog to catch up to him.

"Johnny," You grab his arm but he easily jerks it away from you," Hey! Johnny what's wrong?"

"You were flirting all over LaRusso and now you wanna come back to me, I don't think so, princess." Johnny stubbornly explains as you stand in his way, glaring down at you. He was pretty pissed but damn, he was Very pretty.

"I'm sorry I made a friend? What do you want me to tell you?" You say but Johnny just rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

"I'm not losing you to him too."

"Losing me? Wha-"

"I like you a lot, princess." Johnny states, "I know we only met today but I really like you, I want you to be my girl."

You try to process this as you stare at his light blue and white plaid button down. Johnny sighs and grabs your hand, leading you to your next class.

"Listen, I'll see you at lunch, tell me what you think then." Johnny says a bit sadly before leaving.

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Soon it was time for lunch and were you nervous. You hadn't really figured out what you were gonna say to Johnny but hopefully you'd figure it out before he caught up to you.

Grabbing a tray and starting down the line, you feel someone bump into your shoulder, glancing back you smile as you see it was Daniel.

"Hey Danny. You real hungry, huh?" You ask as you see all the food he's got.

"Oh yeah, gotta have a lotta food to fuel my brain." Daniel replies swiftly, making you laugh.

"How much for both?" He asks the lunchlady as you both arrive to the checkout.

"Oh you do have to-"

"I want to." Daniel assures, paying for your lunch, smiling brightly at you.

Walking out into the lunch room, you look around, spotting Johnny and Dutch sitting with some other guys. Johnny sapphire eyes meet yours and you freeze under his gaze. Shit.

"You gonna sit with me, Y/N?" Danny asks sweetly nudging your arm.

Johnny stands up and starts walking over to you.

"I don't know, Daniel." You say softly, watching as Johnny comes to stand in front of you.

"Do you know if you wanna go out with me?" Johnny smirks, reaching out to caress your cheek, but you step back.

"Johnny, I don't know..." You shrug, turning away from both them.

First day and already two idiots were trying to impress you.

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I did this instead of working hahaha :) Danny was pretty fun to write 👉👈

#karate kid #cobra kai #daniel larusso x reader #johnny lawrence x reader #johnny lawrence #daniel larusso #i wrote da

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goldenchan-fx2thepeacock · 3 years

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Don’t Go Running Off Into Danger, Even If I Do pt 3

Hek. I woke up today and found that my FNP phic has 41 notes and my DGROIDEIID phic is gaining attention and reblogs; holy shit. And I woke up at noon. It’s Saturday. I sleep in on such days. Anyways. Last I checked, Val and Danny were gonna go get Dani, but we need some Dip and Mabs action cause I forgot last night. I will probably develop an uploading schedule later. For now, just have random updates. I might even make a side blog for this shit.

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Chapter 3

Dipper stood off in the background as Danny got into an argument with a dracula ghost. By the amount of times he heard Plasmius, this must’ve been Vlad. Danny looked pissed when he finished. He still took Dipper and Mabel to their classes, but when they tried to find him at lunch, he was absent. “I wonder where he is?” Mabel pondered. “I’m sure he just had something to do,” Dipper replied. Some guy walked up to their table. “Hey, you’re the kids Fenton is touring. Listen, he’s Phantom and I have proof!” “And you are?” Mabel said patiently. “Wes Weston. Listen, you gotta believe me!” “We legit just moved here, we have no clue what you’re talking about. Leave us alone,” Dipper said. Wes looked taken aback. “Fine! Fenton better worry. I will expose him. I just need more proof,” Wes stalked off. Dipper and Mabel exchanged a look. “Should we be worried?” He asked Mabel. “He seems to have it under control,”

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Danny stared off into the daylight as they flew. Val set down. “Come on. She’s fine. Why are you losing it?” “Just a certain Wisconsin Ghost told me about you keeping her,” “Vlad?” “Wait, you know?” “I’ve known since I met Dani,” “Jeez. I’ve known since I met the guy during my parents college reunion. I’m still pissed at him for that whole invisble wall fiasco,” “That was him?” “Yeah. I mean, I started it, but he kept trying to get in my mom’s pants. I needed to put him down a peg,” “You made his wall invisble!?” “Yeah. But it’s not like being naked on camera is going to tell the public any secrets,” “I’m confused. Why do care so much?” “It’s nothing,” Danny grunted. They were headed to the basement. “It seems to be something,” “I have things I’d prefer not to reveal to the entire school,” “No one saw your dick. You managed to catch it in time,” Val was confused. Danny laughed. “Hey Val. Why would a guy have a female clone? Oh right. I forgot to tell you. Dani is more or less my clone because Vlad was being extra creepy,” “Weird. So she isn’t your cousin. Wait. OH MY GOD! Danny, I understand completely. If Dash knew, you’d be dead meat,” Val caught on quickly. Danny couldn’t but laugh at the dead meat. “Hey! What’s funny?” “I am dead meat Val!” “I’m an idiot. Anyways, we’re here,” She opened the basement door. Dani was sitting on the couch. “Danny? Val? What’re you guys doing here. Shit, sorry Danny,” “It’s fine. She knows,” “Who else knows anyways?” Val said. “You, Jazz, Tucker, Sam and literally all the ghosts,” “Vlad included?” “Vlad included,” “And Amity Park can’t connect the dots?” “No one knows Danny Phantom has a human life. I’d be seriously pissed if someone told the general public,” “That’s fair. Anyways. We’re here because a certain Dracula cosplayer told Danny you were in danger,” Val said. Danny snorted. “Dracula cosplayer? I have to use that on him,” “Why would anyone think that’s a good look?” “My ‘dad’,” Dani said. Thus causing both her and Danny to break out in laughter. “Where does the whole cousin thing come in?” Val asked. “My ‘Unkie Vlad’. It’s his way of making me family,” “Unkie?” Val looked lost. “I like being a little bitch to him,” “He deserves it! You should expose him,” “If I expose Plasmius, Masters exposes Phantom,” “Oh jeez,” “And there is a very good reason not to expose Phantom. And they wear way too much white,” Dani said quietly. “I’d prefer not to get dissected,” Danny said haughtily. “They already want to,” Val made a noise of disgust. “How could anyone with a set of morals do that?” “Heh. I’m a ghost. Not really real to most of the world. I don’t have feelings. Don’t feel pain,” Danny repeated what the ghost hunters had told him way too many times. “That sounds awful, but we should get back to school. Cya Dani!” Val waved and put on her helmet. “Hey, wanna leave the quick way?” “What do you mea- AAAAAAAH!” Val screamed as Danny made them both go intangible and up through the roof. “Never. Do that again,” “Hey, at least you didn’t end up going through the table and random floors and get banned from handling anything fragile,” “I’m confused,” “When these powers first came in, I was stuck dropping everything. From my pants to beakers,” “Oh jeez. So, why aren’t nerd and nerdette with you?” “Tucker had to go see a doctor out of town and Sam’s mom took her to this convention thing. They’ll be back tomorrow,” “No comment on the nicknames?” “They’ve been called worse,” Danny shrugged. “And I’ve been shoved in way too many lockers to care,” “I have one last question. Why on earth would you try to date me when I was trying to kill you? And why did you destroy the suit when I could’ve been inside?” “That’s two questions. But Fenton and Phantom needed a distinction, and I knew you weren’t inside. Technus was controlling the suit,” “You are a mystery,” “I’d like to keep it that way,” “You won’t tell anyone my secret if I don’t tell anyone both of yours?” “That makes it sound like you’re going to tell one of them,” “That’s not what I meant,” “We need to come up with an excuse as to why The Red Huntress suddenly has a truce with Phantom,” “Later. I need coffee,” “I couldn’t agree more,” The plume of blue air showed up. “OH COME ON!” “What,” “I have to deal with something,” Danny sped off.

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Dipper and Mabel looked at the chaos in the caf. “Students! Hide under tables! Ghost Hunters and/or Phantom will be here soon,” Mr Lancer yelled into a megaphone. “Already here!” Someone yelled. A flash of white said Phantom. There was blue ghost throwing boxes around. “I am the BOX GHOST!” It yelled. “Yeah, we know. Just say it already,” “I will win this fight with boxes of... spoons! BEWARE!” “Don’t you know not to bring a spoon to a knife fight?” “You do not have a knife!” “No, but I do have a thermos!” Phantom pulled out a green and grey thermos and flipped the lid. “I will not stay in your cylindrical object!” “Looks like you’re gonna have to,” Phantom pressed a button and a beam of light came out of the thermos and sucked the Box Ghost inside. “Is everyone okay?” Kids pushed out from under the tables. “Phantom! Will you sign my book?” Dash said. This must be a cruel joke. “Ghost boy! The Fenton Peeler is back in action,” “Whoops, gotta go!” Phantom dashed off as Jack and Maddie Fenton came rushing in. “Darn it. Missed him again,” They ran off. Danny walked into the caf and ran over to them. “You guys are lucky that your first ghost attack was the Box Ghost. Harmless,” “Doesn’t look very harmless to me! That’s gotta’ve been at least a level 5,” Dipper opened the journal. “Nah. Box is a solid 2. Hardly a step up from an ectopus. Might get concerned if Desiree shows up. She’s a level 5,” “What’re you?” “We more or less tested it. Pretty sure I’m a 7,” “That means they aren’t a big concern to you most days,” “Mmm. King Pariah was a level 10. That was terrifying. Vlad’s an 8. Convinced he’s a 9,” “Okay,” “Skulker gets to be a 6 on a technicality. Without the suit, he’s a 1. He can be an 8 on a bad day. I think Frostbite is a 9. He won’t bother you guys though. Dan must’ve been a 9, but I’m not going into that. Technus is an 8, but can be a 10 if he gets his hands on the right tech. Clockwork is an 11, which technically doesn’t exsist, but Clockwork breaks the mold. He won’t bother you unless you end up destroying the world in the future,” Danny shivered. “Who’s Dan?” Mabel looked confused. “Nobody. Just a horrible way to learn not to cheat on tests,” Danny shivered again. “But that’s not important. I didn’t cheat on the CAT,” “Your life seems more hectic than Gravity Falls sometimes,” Dipper said. “Where is that? I’ve never heard of it,” “Oregan. Never Mind All That,” He knew the rules. “You know, the way you say that is kinda creepy,” “We’d be breaking the law if we told you why,” “Jesus. Well, it’s not like we’ll get another Pariah unless an idiot thinks it’s a good idea. He’ll never get his hands on the crown of Fire,” “Time Out,” Dipper and Mabel looked around. “Umm, CW, why aren’t they out with everyone else?” “They’ve met Cipher. At this point, I cannot pause time for them,” “Eh, whatever. Mason, Mabel, this is Clockwork. What’d you need?” “I actually came to speak to you about the Crown of Fire. In defeating Pariah, you gained ownership,” “I, uh, did what now?” “Gained ownership of the Crown. Though in your case, it would be the Crown of Ice,” Clockwork repeated. Danny looked lost. “I don’t need to be the King of the Ghost Zone,” “Someone must take the place. It’s your duty,” Danny looked like he was about to have a full on panic attack. “Can it wait?” “Two years is a long wait as is,” “B-but it went thousands of years before!” “Because they failed to remove the crown and it wasn’t a singular person,” “What’s two years in the Ghost Zone? As far as I’m concerned, that doesn’t seem like a long time. Walker was gonna give me a thousand year prison sentence,” “You get some time, but I’ll tell you, if you take the crown, the Ghost Zone enters an era of peace unprecedented,” “Danny, what’s happening,” Mabel asked. Danny snapped and started hyperventilating. “I can’t. No. Why? I just wanted to keep the world safe! Is that too much to ask?” “Daniel, you do get time to think about it. Just remember, time can pass however fast or slow I want it too,” “Right, of course. Cya CW,” “Time In,”

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Danny trudged home. Exhaustion and anxiety gripped him. Mason and Mabel had been concerned, but he wasn’t about to explain everything. He’d talk to Sam and Tucker tomorrow. It didn’t help that he’d had gym after lunch. At least there wasn’t any more disappearing walls. “Danny! How was school?” Mom asked as he walked in the door. “Great!” Danny said and rushed upstairs. He’d deal with The Box Ghost in a minute. Jazz stood in his doorway. She didn’t know about Dan, but she did know about Pariah. “Danny, is everything okay?” “No, everything is not okay!” “What happened? Is it Dash again? We should report him,” “It’s not just that. You remember the Pariah incident?” “Yeah, you don’t just forget that,” “Well, turns out that by beating him, I ‘gained ownership’ to the crown,” “That doesn’t sound bad exactly,” “It’s horrible!” “How?” “I just wanna be a kid, ya know? It’s hard enough living a double life, but ruling the Ghost Zone? I’d have no chance to do anything remotely useful in the human world,” “You wouldn’t need to. If you ruled the Ghost Zone, ghosts wouldn’t come here anymore,” “The King can’t enforce rules in the Human World. It’s just scary,”

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Aight, that’s a chapter, I guess. The ideas tend to come from random places, and my brain is running out of ideas. I need to do another “planning session” which is coming up with scenarios in my head to make sure they make sense.

#danny phantom #danny fenton #jazz fenton #maddie fenton #jack fenton #dipper pines #mabel pines #clockwork #crown of fire #gravity falls #crossover #trans!danny #trans!dipper #dash baxter #valerie gray #danielle (dani) phantom #bill cipher (mentioned)

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Merry Christmas, inatshej!

For @inatshej. I’ve never written a high school AU before, but I wanted to make Inatshej’s secret santa dreams come true. I hope I did your wishes justice <3

CW for homophobic bullying, but it's not the focus of the story. Also, there is brief mention of the death of Stiles' mother.

Read On AO3

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To Be Held By You

Derek knew there must be something wrong with him from a young age. He knew because how many times had his parents given their speech about the importance of raising the next generation for werewolf society? How many times had his uncle given the “werewolves will become endangered species if we don't procreate more” speech at a pack meeting? His purpose in life was to raise more cubs, and that required Derek to kiss a girl. He tried touching himself to pictures of Taylor Swift, but at the moment of truth his mind wandered back to Taylor Lautner.

High school proved even more challenging. Derek tried to join in his teammates’ objectifying discussions about their substitute teacher, Ms. Argent, but he felt like an obvious impostor. After basketball practice Derek hung back to shoot extra baskets to avoid being in the locker room. Later, to his dismay, someone else drew his eye in chemistry class.

“Mr. Stilinski. Glad you could finally join us,” Mr. Harris bit out as Stiles’ desk scraped against the floor.

Stiles looked lovely with flushed cheeks, Derek grudgingly admitted to himself.

“Sorry, I overslept. I had a busy night looking for that dead body in the woods.”

Mr. Harris gave a tight lipped smile while the rest of the class laughed at Stiles. Stiles either didn’t seem to care or didn’t realize the laughter was directed at him.

Jackson’s voice cut above the cruel raucous. “Stilinski here thinks he’s Scooby-Doo.” And then Jackson started barking obnoxiously.

Derek wanted to crawl under his desk. They sounded like a butchered version of a pack of angry basset hounds and it grated at his sensitive hearing. Not to mention poor Stiles. Derek watched to see his reaction, but Stiles just caught Derek’s stare and rolled his eyes. Derek’s face heated, and he glanced away.

***

Erica nudged Derek’s side. “Scott and Stiles are here.”

Derek glanced up from his plastic cup. The pounding beat of the bass almost drowned out her voice, and Derek had no way of hearing what Stiles was saying across the huge loft. His eyesight was certainly good enough to admire Stiles’ tight t-shirt though. “You know him?”

“Who, Stiles? Of course. I had a huge crush on him in middle school actually.”

Derek coughed on his next sip. “I thought he was a new kid.”

Erica waved her hand. “Nope. Actually, he’s the sheriff’s kid. Just took some time off last year because his mom was in the hospital.”

Derek braced himself. “Is she…?”

Erica nodded gravely. “She didn’t make it. But he seems like he’s back to his old self now. Want to see if they want some company?”

Derek tried in vain to grab her sleeve before she sauntered off. “No, Erica, wait-!” Derek waved away a girl’s paintbrush as he craned his neck to see what Erica’s was planning. Luckily, Derek could see through the throngs of people in the dim lights and glowing that Erica got sidetracked by running into Boyd. There was no distraction more helpful than the guy Erica was currently crushing on. However, unluckily, Stiles also got distracted. A pretty brunette with neon orange lips grabbed Stiles’ hand and dragged him to the dance floor. Derek strained to hear, but to no avail.

All the DJ’s songs blended into one another, so Derek couldn’t tell how much time passed. Eventually Erica sauntered over, happily under Boyd’s arm. In tow, was Stiles. It seemed they were all in the middle of a conversation.

Erica poked Stiles’ arm. “I thought you were into guys?”

Stiles took a gulp of his drink. “What do you mean?”

“You were making out with Caitlin. What about your crush on Danny sophomore year?”

Stiles scoffed. “Erica, I will have you know I am an equal opportunity lover.” At her smirk, he added, “I’m bisexual! Ever heard of it?”

Boyd gave Stiles a fist bump. “That’s cool, man.”

Stiles grinned and cupped his hands around his mouth to shout into the mess of writhing bodies. It was impossible he would be heard over the pounding music, but his new friends would hear. “I’M BISEXUAL AND I’M SINGLE!” His laugh warmed the already hot loft space. “Hey, I’m Stiles, by the way.” And then he winked at Derek.

Oh shit. Derek’s crush just got slightly more attainable. And that scared him.

***

On Monday at school Derek found Stiles waiting by his locker. “Hey dude, you’re looking pretty as ever.”

Derek gulped. “Um.”

Stiles stepped out of the way of Derek’s locker so he could put his backpack away. He licked his lips and his heart beat wildly. “So...Harris is making us pick lab partners today in chemistry. And I was thinking-”

Jackson’s bellow from the end of the hall cut in. “Yo Stilinski! Who let you into the party on Friday? Everyone knows you’re a narc!”

Stiles rolled his eyes. “You’re just jealous I wouldn’t dance with you, Whittmore.”

Jackson strode closer. “You hear that everybody? Stiles wanted me to dance with him.” He loomed over Stiles then and Stiles had to push his shoulders back against the lockers. “Too bad. I don’t dance with f*gs who run home and tell the Sheriff I host parties at my parent’s loft property.”

“What the hell are you talking about?”

Jackson sneered. “Don’t play innocent. My parents took my car keys and you’re going to pay for it. Just you wait.”

Stiles barked out a laugh. “You seriously think the Sheriff’s department gives a shit about you? Your parents probably found out because Matt tagged you on Facebook.”

That only seemed to enrage Jackson more. “You calling me stupid?” Jackson clenched his fist, but before he could move his arm, Derek wrenched Jackson’s arm back. The growing crowd backed up, expecting a brawl.

Derek usually tried to stay under the radar. If he got in any fights it could put their whole pack in jeopardy. The student body witnessing a 17 year old kid win a fight with ease and then walk away without a scratch always seemed too risky. But for Stiles, Derek acted without thinking.

Stiles’ eyes widened as Derek grabbed Jackson’s shoulder and shoved him to the other side of the locker bay. “Don’t touch him!” Derek’s barely contained strength hinted at a power Jackson could only dream of.

Jackson struggled against him, but couldn’t get loose. “Whoa, chill out, Hale,” Jackson sputtered. “It was just a joke.” Derek smelled the beginnings of fear now.

Derek leaned over Jackson to growl in his ear. “Leave Stiles alone or I won’t hold back next time.” He released Jackson, but not before flashing his eyes for good measure. Jackson’s veneer of superiority completely dropped away to reveal wide eyes. Satisfied, Derek dropped his arms and stepped back.

Jackson pushed his way through the onlookers. “Get out of my way, Greenberg.”

Derek shuddered. Shit. If his mom got wind of this…

“Dude! That was awesome!” They both glanced at the still gathered crowd. “Let’s get out of here.”

Derek followed Stiles down the hallway and around the corner into an empty classroom. “Isn’t this room usually locked during first period?”

Stiles grinned, eyes sparkling. “I have my ways.” Up close like this Derek could see they were about the same height.

The lights were off, but Derek’s eyesight picked up bean bags strewn in the corner.

“Don’t worry. I’ve memorized Ms. Blake’s schedule, because Scott and Allison sneak in here all the time to make out,” Stiles whispered into the dim light.

Derek took a shallow breath and scented the arousal permeating the bean bag chairs. He visibly blanched.

“Oh! Not that I brought you in here to make out!” Stiles reddened and took a step back from him. Derek missed the heat of his body. “I just wanted to get you away from the prying eyes before someone realized you were a werewolf.”

Derek’s stomach dropped. Had he let his family’s secret up after all? “What did you say?”

Stiles stopped short. “Was I not supposed to say anything?”

“How-, What-What do you know?”

“Relax, Derbear. I’m not a hunter or anything. My best friend’s a werewolf.” Stiles reached for his shoulder. He probably meant it to be a reassuring hold, but Derek couldn’t help but think this is the first time Stiles ever touched him. The heat and pressure of his hand left Derek reeling.

It took Derek a second to comprehend. “...Scott?”

“Yep,” Stiles said. Stiles gave his shoulder a final pat and took his hand off. “Bit by a rogue alpha a few months ago.

“Oh,” Derek managed. He supposed he remembered something familiar coming up in a recent pack meeting.

“We good?”

Derek let out a breath, and his lips turned up. “Yeah.”

“Cool.” Stiles grinned back. “So, what I was trying to say earlier. Do you want to be my lab partner in Harris’ class?”

“Sure, Stiles,” Derek said, still smiling.

The shrill bell interrupted the warm stillness. Derek listened at the door and nodded to Stiles. “The coast is clear.”

Stiles poked his head out, then strode back toward the lockers. The hallways were now deserted. “I guess Jackson didn’t send the dean over.”

Derek’s face darkened. “And he won’t if he knows what’s good for him.”

“Man, the toxic masculinity really does it for me apparently,” Stiles muttered. “Hey, do you think I’m attractive to straight guys?”

“Huh?”

“Never mind.”

***

After that Derek’s friends unanimously adopted Stiles into their group. It seemed Stiles’ best friend since childhood spent all his time with his new girlfriend anyway. Erica loved having someone to talk boys with and Boyd enjoyed practicing lacrosse with someone who hadn’t betrayed him for the basketball team. (Derek tried to get Boyd to understand that it was easier for him to hide his wolf strength in basketball than in lacrosse, but Boyd wouldn't listen.)

After Scott’s particularly sappy winter formal proposal to Allison during lunch Stiles rolled his eyes and turned to the rest of the group. “So who’s going to the dance?”

Boyd glimpsed up from his chips and shared a smile with Erica, like they were in on the same secret.

Stiles stole Erica’s apple while she was otherwise occupied making doe eyes at her new boyfriend. “I meant other than the obvious lovebirds,” he grumbled. He glanced at Derek and his cheeks flushed.

Malia cut in before Derek could flounder over his words. “Derek’s taking Kira for me as usual. My dad would literally flip a table if he knew Kira and I are actually a couple.”

Stiles’ gaze broke away from Derek to gape at Malia. “Oh shit, seriously? Well aren’t you a good cousin, Derek.” Stiles got that calculating look that promised gears were turning in his head. It was never a good sign when it was directed at Derek. With a perfect air of casual he added, “Then I should take you, Malia, to avoid further suspicion. Derek and I can be de facto dates once we get to the dance and let you and Kira do your thing.” He winked at Derek then, and it was Derek’s turn to feel his face heat.

***

Up until then Derek’s crushes were unattainable, like a famous person or the cute counselor at werewolf summer camp. Now his crush was his “de facto” date to the winter formal. Against his better judgment Derek couldn’t stop staring at Stiles. He watched Stiles’ nimble fingers put Malia’s corsage around her wrist, and he shivered imagining what Stiles’ touch would feel like on his own skin.

“Everything okay, Derek?”

Derek started and turned to his mother. “Of course.”

“Kira seems awfully quiet today.”

They turned to see Kira watching Stiles and Malia posing for pictures with an unreadable expression.

“Um, I think she’s feeling awkward being the only kitsune here.”

“Right,” Talia said. “You know, that Stiles sure is charming.”

“I guess,” Derek grumbled.

“We’d better finish up with pictures soon then.” She winked at Derek. Addressing everyone, she said, “Alright everyone. One more group picture.” She motioned to the boys to line up. “Girls, stand in front of the boys.”

The wolves had been devising ways to avoid the lens flare. This time everyone was directed to look at their dates. The girls angled to look up at the boys, but at that moment Malia leaned over to whisper something in Kira’s ear, and the two of them giggled at one another. The shutter also caught Derek turning to gaze at Stiles at the same time Stiles happened to eye him too.

***

Stiles nudged him as they stood in line to the gym. “You clean up good, dude.”

Derek glared at his shoes. “You too.” That was an understatement. Stiles looked stunning in his fit, dark black suit. Stiles usually wore baggy flannel or sweatshirts. This was a new side of him Derek could absolutely get used to. The fact that Stiles left the first couple buttons of his shirt open made Derek’s mouth water. He wanted to bite that hint of collarbone.

Even Lydia, Jackson’s ex, eyed Stiles appreciatively and sent a sly smile his way. Stiles beamed back at her for a moment.

Once inside Derek’s ears had to adjust to the DJ’s booming volume and the smell of cologne overpowering the faint smell of gym socks. Stiles needed no adjustment. He grabbed Malia’s and Kira’s hands and pointed to the dance floor where Scott and Allison already were. Derek watched with amusement as Stiles and his friends formed a circle, Stiles dancing frenetically.

Derek himself wasn’t much of a dancer, but he was content to watch Stiles bounce around. While Stiles finished up a fast rendition of Rockin’ Around the Christmas Tree with Lydia the tune changed to a slow ballad.

Have yourself a Merry Little Christmas... the speakers crooned.

Derek expected Lydia to find Jackson for this one, but to Derek’s horror Stiles turned to Lydia and pulled her close.

Derek may have been enjoying the occasional brush of their hands during chemistry labs, and he still savored Stiles’ hand on his shoulder, but he never got to be held by him like that. The song never seemed to end. If Stiles hadn’t had a partner for this one then maybe he would have turned to his “de facto” date.

Derek knew he was scowling, but hoped Stiles wouldn’t be able to tell from his vantage hooked over Lydia’s shoulder. Finally, the song ended and Derek could breathe again.

After the song ended Stiles strode up with punch in one hand. “Why so sour, Sourwolf?”

Derek’s jaw tightened. Something dangerously close to the truth flew out of his mouth. “You and Lydia looked pretty cozy.”

Stiles rubbed his hand over his buzzed hair. “When we were dancing?”

“Nothing. It’s stupid,” Derek grumbled.

Stiles nudged him goodnaturedly. “Were you jealous?” Stiles teased.

Derek blushed. “Shut up.”

“You’re such a sweet talker. Of course I’ll dance with you.” Stiles took Derek’s hand and pulled him to the dance floor.

It wasn’t the slow song Derek dreamed of. However, even with a fast song he could be close to Stiles. Stiles’ scent wafted around him; a mix of the dry cleaning on his suit, his pine deodorant that made him smell like the woods, and that exquisite scent all his own. Every now and then Stiles would take Derek’s hands and pull him closer or shimmy against him.

Dancing with Stiles almost made Derek forget they were in the same room where he had to practice basketball every weeknight. He could tune out his classmates shamelessly grinding on each other with the warmth of Stiles’ body. The twinkling lights on the ceiling actually seemed to transform the space to a winter wonderland as the winter formal posters had promised.

Just when Derek thought he might be getting a hang of where he should put his arms while dancing Erica and Boyd bounded up to them and pulled them apart.

“Who’s coming to Jackson’s party with us?”

Stiles seemed to shake himself. “Right now?”

“Yes, now, silly! No one stays after the DJ starts playing remixes of Jingle Bells.”

Derek’s scowl returned. He didn’t want the night to end yet.

Stiles shrugged. “I’m not keen on going to another Whittmore party.” Stiles eyed him, then said. “If everyone’s going to the loft party you and me can just hang out at my place and watch a movie or something.”

At that Derek had to duck his head to hide his grin. “Sure.”

***

Stiles’ home was small, but cozy. A warm lamp lit the couch in the living room, and the tree’s twinkling lights sent a sparkling glow across the rest of the room. The room was filled with Stiles scent mingled with the tree’s needles. Best of all, Derek couldn’t hear anyone else in the house.

Stiles gestured to the couch. “Make yourself at home. My dad’s working somet overtime tonight so we have the place to ourselves.”

Derek gulped. He sat on the couch and rubbed his hands over his thighs. Stiles’ long fingers undid the buttons on his suit jacket as he spoke, and Derek couldn’t turn away.

“Can I get you anything to drink?”

“Uh…” His mouth was suddenly quite dry.

“Dude. Earth to Derek.”

“Water’s fine,” he managed to croak out.

While Stiles tripped to the kitchen Derek glanced around the room and took in the family photo frames decorating the space, the homemade quilt that smelled faintly of perfume hanging over the back of the couch, and the impressive collection of DVDs.

“See anything you like?”

Derek jumped in an uncharacteristic startle. “What?!”

“Did you see a movie you want to watch?”

“Oh! I’m good with Marvel I guess.”

“Avengers it is,” Stiles said.

Derek couldn’t tell what time it was, but time seemed to stop in the Stilinski house. The old couch was worn and soft, with cushions deep enough to sink into. Stiles sat down close enough to bump their legs when either of them shifted. Stiles’ breathing echoed in Derek’s ears, and his heartbeat drowned out the battle sounds. Out of the corner of his eye Derek admired Stiles’ freckles on his neck and the enticing part of his lips. Stiles hypnotized him. That must be the only explanation for Derek letting his guard down.

“Chris Evans can get it,” Stiles said, practically drooling at the screen, oblivious to Derek’s admiration.

Derek harrumphed, arms crossed. “I like Tom Holland better.”

That got Stiles’ attention away from the screen. The devilish upturn of Stiles’ lips made Derek realize what just came out of his mouth.

“I mean…”

Stiles’ eyes traveled up and down Derek’s torso, his half smile never wavering. “I knew it. I knew you were into guys.”

“I don’t-, I mean...Fuck.” Derek hung his head. “Yeah.�� For some reason Derek wanted to cry.

Stiles paused the movie and scooted closer to Derek on the couch. “Hey, man, I didn’t mean to freak you out. Despite my chatterbox reputation I can keep a secret.”

“No, that’s not it. I just...I’ve never said it out loud to anyone before.” He admitted it. He admitted he liked boys and the world was still spinning. Derek took a deep, shuddering breath. For years he feared his secret would disgust those he cared about, but instead the secret was out and the boy he liked was staring at his lips with a hungry gleam in his eyes. Suddenly it felt like he could do anything. “I’ve never kissed a guy before either.”

Stiles’ teeth grazed over his bottom lip. “Should I put my licorice down or am I reading this wrong?”

Derek huffed. “Put the licorice down, Stiles.”

The words were barely out of Derek’s mouth before Stiles plastered himself to Derek with a whimper. Derek arched against him. This was the most friction and heat he’d ever gotten from Stiles and he never wanted it to end. Derek’s lips were drawn to Stiles’ like the pull of the moon; it was impossible to fight. Every time Derek thought they should probably stop he leaned back in for just one more, and then another.

Stiles seemed equally transfixed. When Derek licked along the tendons on his neck Stiles uttered a series of desperate “Oh my god”s that left Derek gasping into a particularly sharp bite with his human teeth.

The unfamiliar crunch of tires drew Derek out of his haze. “Stiles, there’s someone in your driveway.”

Stiles pulled away. His chin was pink from Derek’s stubble and his lips plumped from their kissing in a way that made Derek want to dive back in. Gods that mouth. “...Shit my dad’s home. I didn’t know it got so late.”

They both sheepishly realized the movie ended ages ago.

“Do you want me to go?” Derek asked reluctantly.

“I want you to be my boyfriend,” Stiles sighed.

“Okay,” he said. And Derek sealed it with a brief peck before pulling back to give some semblance of composure for Stiles’ father, the sheriff, oh crap.

Stiles beamed at him from the other side of the couch. “Seriously?”

Derek nodded. He’d never been more sure of something before in his life.

***

Having a boyfriend was one thing. At school Derek could openly gaze at Stiles in class now and Stiles would blush and wink at him. But at home Derek hadn’t told his family just yet. When his mom came into his room the night before winter break he knew he wanted to start telling them the truth about him and Stiles.

“Knock knock. Derek, honey, do you want to bring Kira to Christmas Eve dinner?”

Derek gulped. “I’m not dating Kira.”

“You broke up?”

“Mom...Alpha. I have to tell you something.” Derek took a deep breath. “I don’t think I like girls at all actually. I like boys.” He couldn’t meet his mother’s eyes.

“That’s wonderful, honey. I’m so glad you finally told me.”

Derek raised his eyebrows. “You’re not mad?”

Her forehead creased. “You know I love you beyond the moon and back. Why would you think I’d be mad about your sexuality?”

“I’m not a good pack member if I don’t father children,” Derek said, studying the patterns in his floor.

Derek’s mother held him close and scented his neck. “Oh my darling Derek. You’ve been carrying so much in your heart.”

Derek’s breath hitched, but he tried to hold in his wet gasp.

She pulled back to sandwich his cheeks between her hands and meet his gaze. “There is no expectation of heterosexuality in our pack. Or in most packs. That is human nonsense, and I won’t stand for it.”

“Oh.”

“Yes, oh. Uncle Peter’s spent too much time in the Bible belt it seems. I should have removed his voice box years ago,” she grumbled. “Now, have you heard of the male penguin couples that raise abandoned eggs?” At Derek’s blank expression she continued. “Homosexual werewolves hold a great honor in our society. They fulfill the needs of adoption and foster parenting orphaned or abandoned cubs.”

“So I can still be a father someday?”

“Of course! I’m sure you and Stiles can find a way to raise children however you see fit.”

“Mom!”

“Really dear, you can’t expect a werewolf nose not to realize you were canoodling with him the night of the winter formal. You came back reeking of- Well let’s just say, a werewolf household doesn’t offer as much privacy as one would think.”

Derek groaned. “Well, I guess in that case no one will be surprised if I bring him as my boyfriend to Christmas Eve dinner.”

“He’s always welcome here.” She kissed his forehead and Derek felt tears prick at his eyes. He couldn’t wait to call Stiles to tell him the news.

#inatshej #stereksanta20 #*fic20 #*gifts20

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damianwaynerocks · 4 years

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Ghosts in Gotham

Danny Phantom / DC Comics fanfic

Dedicated to: @dannyphantom-justiceleauge

Summary: The Batfamily has been through their fair share of the supernatural. That’s why they originally weren’t worried whenever ghosts started showing up in Gotham City. Until one day, something happens; Batman is captured and taken into the Ghost Zone. With no way to go in there themselves, the no way to fight the ghosts inside, the bats decide to call the person who can; Danny Phantom. Together, Danny takes Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown and Damian Wayne into the Ghost Zone before the Batman is lost forever.

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ch 2 Masterlist

Chapter 1:

Every city had its hero.

Gotham City? Batman. Metropolis? Superman. Central City? The Flash.

Amity Park? Danny Phantom.

Amity Park had mixed feelings about Phantom. Some said he was a helper, a true hero, keeping the town safe. Others said he was a criminal, doing nothing but wreaking havoc on the town. Either way, Phantom was known for one specific thing; fighting ghosts.

Which is what he was doing at the moment.

"I am!! The Box Ghost!!" a short, stocky ghost shouted. His eyes glowed blue and an aura of the same color surrounded the boxes crowding the back of a movie theater. "Beware!" he raised his arms and hurled three boxes at a figure who easily dodged.

"Come on, Box Ghost," a teenage boy with white hair and green eyes floating above the ground groaned. "I don't have time for this! I have to order the new Cheese Viking game before it sells out!"

"Beware!" The Box Ghost shouted again, throwing more boxes at the boy.

Danny Phantom rolled his eyes as his body became intangible, the boxes easily passing through it. He raised his arm, and a blast of bright green energy shot from his palm, hitting the Box Ghost square in the chest. The Box Ghost, with a grunt, was blown back into the brick wall of the movie theater.

Not wasting any time, Danny grabbed the thermos that he had strapped to his back and pointed it at the other ghost. In a flash of light, the Box Ghost was sucked into the thermos.

"Finally," Danny muttered as he took off into the sky.

Danny Phantom, his real name being Danny Fenton, was a sixteen-year-old halfa, or a ghost-human hybrid. He could switch between ghost and human form at will. He'd gotten his powers from an accident with the Ghost Portal, a portal in his home that was a bridge between the human world and the Ghost Zone, where every ghost resides.

Ghosts repeatedly escaped the Ghost Zone through this portal for one of three reasons; to wreak havoc on the human world, to kill Danny or both. Usually, it was the latter.

Danny returned to his house, passing through the walls of the building with intangibility and landing in the lab. He switched back to his human form in a flash of light, changing his hair color from white to black and his eyes from green to blue.

His family was made up of ghost hunters- aside from his sister -so they had an entire lab dedicated to ghost technology.

"Back you go, Boxy," Danny said as he released the Box Ghost into the portal. "Finally," he sighed, "Time to get Cheese Viking."

"No!" he shouted five minutes later at his computer. The new Cheese Viking, Danny's favorite game, had sold out.

"Danny!" a large man in an orange jumpsuit burst into the boy's room. "Are you okay!? Are you hurt!?"

"No, Dad, I'm fine," Danny replied to his father, Jack Fenton. "Except for that stupid Box Ghost making me too late to get Cheese Viking!"

He hadn't told his parents about his life as Phantom until he was fifteen. Well, it wasn't Danny who told them. His sister found him in his room passed out with a gaping hole in his side, and she had to tell their parents so they could help him.

Jack paused. "But.. you got him?" he asked cheerily. Danny smiled.

"Yeah. I got him." Jack slapped him on the back.

"Thatta boy!" he said with a grin. "Come on, Jazz got a letter from Wayne Enterprises and your mom wants the whole family to watch her open it!"

Jazz, Danny's sister, had just graduated high school and had applied for an internship at Wayne Enterprises, one of the largest businesses in the world. An internship there would kick-start her career in marketing. That was the reason she claimed, but Danny was sure that part of the reason was that Bruce Wayne, the billionaire who owned Wayne Enterprises, was cute.

"Finally!" Jazz, a girl with long red hair and a blue headband huffed. "I haven't been able to look for three hours! What were you out doing?"

"Uh, my job?" Danny smirked as he hopped over the back of the couch to sit on it. Jazz rolled her eyes.

"Open it, dear!" Their mom, Maddie Fenton, urged. Jazz grinned widely, opening the letter. Her smile grew, and she jumped up and down.

"I got it!" she squealed. "I got it!! I got the internship!!"

"That's great, Jazz!" the other three Fentons exclaimed at once. Jazz seemed to get even more excited as she continued reading the letter.

"And," she continued excitedly, "All the interns are expected to attend the next Wayne Gala with their families! All expenses paid!"

"Yes!" Jack cried. "We're going to New Jersey, baby!" As the entire family celebrated, Danny couldn't help but be suspicious. Jazz had applied late and while she was smart, she wouldn't have been anything special next to the other applicants.

Something was up. _

"So what, you think she only got accepted because of you?" A girl with short black hair raised an eyebrow as they walked through the halls of their high school. "Why, exactly?"

"Because, Sam," Danny responded to his girlfriend. "It's weird. I was looking at the Infi-map, and there's a portal to the Ghost Zone in Gotham that wasn't there a month ago. And get this? It's five miles away from Wayne Manor.”

"You think Bruce Wayne wants you out of the way for some plan?

"It wouldn't be the first time somebody did."

"But how would he even know who you are?" Sam Manson asked, "I mean, there's no way he knows that you're Phantom."

"Um, because he's Batman?" An African American boy walking beside them scoffed as though it was obvious. "Batman knows everything."

Danny and Sam laughed. "Tucker, seriously?" Danny shook his head in disbelief. "That conspiracy? Batman and Bruce Wayne have been seen at the same time in the same place multiple times.”

"Okay, well, you can clone yourself! Who's to say Batman can't? Or maybe it's a hologram! Or maybe it's one of his thousand children in the suit!" Tucker Foley counted on his fingers as he rattled off the various theories. His eyes widened, and he grabbed Danny's shoulders. "Dude, you have to get proof."

"There's no way I'd be able to get close enough to Bruce Wayne to prove anything."

"Then trick him!" Tucker said, his eyes bright. "Most of Bruce's adopted kids are boys with black hair and blue eyes! Just say you're an orphan and I bet he'll be like 'Of course you can stay, I am always down for more children."

"Okay, first of all," Danny began, adjusting his backpack on his shoulder and prying his friends arms off of him. “His son Damian? That kid scares me, he gives off Dash vibes. Did you see how he made that interviewer cry?"

A few months prior, a video had surfaced that showed Damian Wayne insulting a girl who was trying to give him an interview. The two-minute video ended with the girl crying.

"And second of all-" Danny was cut off as he was shoved to the ground. He looked up to see Dash Baxter, a muscular boy with blonde hair.

"Watch where you're going, Fen-freak," Dash sneered, "Before I shove your puny face into a locker!"

Danny gritted his teeth as he sat up. Dash had been picking on him from the beginning of high school. Two years later, he hadn't stopped.

On any other occasion, Danny would have said something in response, but Dash had already continued down the hall.

"Why can't you just zap him or something?" Tucker grumbled. "He's the worst!"

"Yeah, I know," Danny stood up, wiping dust off of his shirt. "But I can't. It isn't right."

"Your moral code is dumb," his friend snapped back.

"If you're going to Gotham," said Sam with a pointed look at Tucker. "Who's gonna be here to help with the ghosts?"

"I've got it covered," Danny replied swiftly, looking up. "Dani's coming down. It'll be fine. I have to keep Jazz safe, and figure out what Brucie Wayne is up to."

"I am sure Father would have a better plan than to invite some under-qualified intern to the Manor."

A seventeen-year-old boy with spiky black hair rolled his eyes. "Damian, she isn't under-qualified. She meets all of the qualifications for the internship."

The first boy, an Arab thirteen-year-old with the same spiky hair and bright green eyes, scoffed. "There is no way a person from some backwater town would have received the internship if we hadn't needed her brother."

Tim Drake and Damian Wayne, the youngest children of Bruce Wayne. Damian currently held the Robin mantle, while Tim used Red Robin. The brothers were in a large cave decked out with a plethora of high-tech equipment.

"Okay, but you think every place outside of Gotham is a backwater town." Tim pointed out as he swiveled his chair to face a massive computer.

"Amity Park is a backwater town. The citizens there are animals," Damian retorted, crossing his arms. "You just cannot see that because you are also a backwater type."

Tim laughed as he realized what the younger boy was basing his opinion on. "Damian, please tell me you haven't generalized an entire city just because of one tourist from Amity Park ran into you and spilled soda on your shirt."

"It was my favorite shirt! And that cretin did not even apologize!" Damian spat. "The nerve!"

"Okay, well, put aside your dumb grudge and think about the objective," Tim responded. "I think, if you look within that thing you call a soul, you can see that letting one intern that you think is under-qualified is worth getting Bruce back."

"Tt. I suppose," Damian admitted begrudgingly. "If this Danny Phantom character truly has the potential to save Father."

"He's the only one who can." Tim reminded him. "We can't get into the Ghost Zone without a ghost, and I don't think any of the ones we've seen so far would be willing to help," He paused. "Plus, don't the Fentons make ghost hunting gear? Who knows, maybe they have a ghost sword."

After a sudden wave of ghost attacks in Gotham, Bruce had poured in countless hours of research to find out as much as he could about ghosts. He had discovered that they came from another dimension and that there was one person who was an expert at fighting them; Danny Phantom of Amity Park. It didn't take very long for him to uncover Phantom's true identity.

"Tim! Dames!" a voice shouted. "My boys!" Tim and Damian looked towards the stairs and saw a taller man with black hair and blue eyes jump the railing of said stairs, landing in the Bat Cave.This was their oldest brother, Dick Grayson, also known as Nightwing. He grinned brightly. "How's it going?"

"Making sure that we have every possible outcome of this mission prepared for." Tim replied as he continued typing on the Bat Computer. Damian nodded.

“Yes, and so I have decided that I shall accompany them on this journey."

"Damian, no." his older brothers said at the same time. Damian scowled.

"Why not? I am plenty capable of-

"Because people would get suspicious if Batman suddenly didn't have a Robin," Dick answered, strolling towards the younger boy. "That's why Jason, Tim, and Stephanie are going. They won't be missed," He gave Tim a nervous look. "No offense."

"None taken," Tim replied, waving his hand. "Sorry Damian, you'd just get in the way."

"But I have died before!" Damian huffed, his hands clenching into fists. "That combined with my skills- which are far greater than yours, Drake, I might add -makes me much more qualified than you."

"Little D, dude, I just told you," Dick ruffled his younger brother's hair. "It'll be suspicious if you're gone. And besides, I need you. We're a great team."

"But my father is in there-"

"Master Damian-" their butler, Alfred Pennyworth, interrupted the trio's squabbling. "You won't be going anywhere until your homework is done."

"Homework? Finding my father is much more important than an essay on why the Roman empire fe-"

"Master Damian." Alfred repeated in a low tone. "Now."

Damian scowled as he trudged up the stairs. It didn't matter how tough the person was. When Alfred told you to do something, you do it. "I will be going with you, Drake!" he called behind his shoulder. "I promise you that!"

Dick and Tim exchanged a glance and rolled their eyes.

"Children."

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its-me-voidlahey · 3 years

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Scisaac Oneshot

The first kiss had been an accident- an honest to god whoops- they had been sparring when Scott tripped Isaac up and Isaac grasped onto his shoulder trying to keep himself from tumbling down but in the end that seemed to be a mistake because Isaac's eyes widened as he realized Scott's chapped lips were beneath his own, "oh my god I'm so sorry." panic filled his veins and Scott reassured him with that smile of his, "it's fine man it was an accident it's all good wait hold on you saying that I ruined your first kiss?" Isaac looked down, rubbing the back of his neck, "was that really considered a kiss?" Scott frowned his eyebrows crinkling together before he chuckled, "well there was no tongue so I guess it technically doesn't." he clasped his hand on Isaac's shoulder, "c'mon man let's go get some food."

The second time was completely Ethan's fault he had been talking to Scott while leaning against his locker and Ethan had been shoving Danny playfully and it was fine until Ethan accidentally pushed him a little too hard making stumble into Isaac which made him fall forward and Scott caught him but he looked up at the wrong time and their lips accidentally brushed together for a brief second, "sorry man." Ethan looked genuinely apologetic making Isaac give him a smile, "it's alright you didn't mean it." but the smile that Ethan gave Danny said otherwise and only Scott seemed to notice it but he shook it off, "ready to head home?" Isaac nodded, rubbing his face, "yeah let's go bye guys." he waved to Ethan and Danny. Once was an accident but twice seemed to be a coincidence.

The third time was kinda a mixture of Scott's fault and his own. Isaac had been carrying on a conversation when Scott had come up behind him wrapping his arm around Isaac's shoulder he had turned his head to greet Scott but Scott had leaned in to kiss his cheek at the same time and their lips brushed against each other making Isaac's face heat up embarrassment and the look given by Stiles didn't slip past him, "I'm gonna head to class see you guys at the pack meeting." Isaac and Scott both didn't seem to know what to say and so Isaac didn't say anything as he walked off.

The fourth wasn't an accident Isaac had stood in the doorway of Scott's room, "hey just wanted to say goodnight." Scott smiled, "you wanna crash in here?" Isaac hesitated but usually sleeping with someone helped with the nightmares, "sure why not." he climbed under the covers and Scott whispered, "Isaac." when Isaac turned his head towards Scott their lips crashed together and Scott gripped Isaac's hips pulling him closer when they pulled away Isaac stumbled over his words, "that was- why did- how-" he seemed at a loss for words, "that wasn't an accident." he managed to put together coherently and Scott smiled, "yeah it wasn't." he let his thumb caress Isaac's cheek, "I figured all those coincidences were telling me something." Isaac lifted a brow, "and what was that?" he studied Scott's face, "that I need to get my shit together and just kiss you already." he nodded agreeing with Scott's words, "so does this-" Scott nodded, "if you want." Isaac nodded eagerly, "oh yeah definitely." Isaac kissed him again just relishing in the fact that he could and for the first time in a long time Isaac fell asleep with a smile on his face.

The fifth was in front of Melissa at breakfast Isaac went to pass Scott and kissed his cheek, "mornin'." smiling but quickly backpedaled towards Scott, "wat?" Scott had a mouthful of cereal that Isaac waited for him to swallow before kissing him properly, "good morning." Melissa had a face of shock but she really wasn't all that surprised because when she finally collected herself she mumbled, "finally." before kissing Scott's cheek, "I'm working late tonight so you'll be on your own cooking dinner okay?" Scott nodded, "yeah mom." she kissed Isaac's cheek whispering in his ear, "don't be afraid to order in." she knew Scott could hear every word making her chuckle as he whined, "moooom." she shook her head, "I'll see you later boys."

The next day they announced it to the pack and the first words were from Jackson, "thank god that means no more awkward eye-fucking between you two." Derek patted Scott's shoulder, "just wear protection." Scott's face burned and Stiles had a huge smile on his face as he exchanged looks with the twins who high-fived Danny, "told you our plan would work." Isaac broke out of the stupor first, "wait you shoved Danny into me on purpose." Isaac's eyes narrowed and Ethan yelped as Isaac lunged at him making everyone cackled at their actions. In the end everyone congratulated them even Peter who usually just sat in the background brooding.

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datawyrms · 4 years

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Thief

Dannymay 202 Day 29: Heat

It had been a gradual thing. Keeping away and avoiding too much physical contact only made sense if you had a nasty habit of vanishing limbs and passing into already occupied spaces. It had been the right thing to do, the safest way to act. It wasn’t weird for a teenager to start being a bit more insistent on less physical affection from their parents as they figured themselves out, as Jazz put it. Setting boundaries, or something like that. Now, though? He had a grip on those unnatural powers, it wasn’t really a risk. He shouldn’t shy away from friendly contact anymore, honestly. Yet he did. Hugs and holding meant heat and warmth and the quiet reminder of how cold he was.

Being like this was way better than being dead. He couldn’t really imagine just being human again either. So why did the natural heat of warm blooded creatures get him jealous? It was stupid, he was still alive. He still had a heartbeat and warmth in his body, just not as much. Just a little bit colder, not so much that anyone would notice if they weren’t looking for it.

Not that it mattered that he knew all this. The reaction didn’t care about logic or being reasonable. It was like a little monster scrabbling in his chest, long seeking claws straining from behind his rib cage, desperately trying to reach out and steal the warmth and life of whoever had more than a hand on him. Like if it could only reach he’d stop being cold and be whole again. The feeling wasn’t his, it shouldn’t be his, but it couldn’t be from anything else.

He couldn’t tell anyone about it. He’d sound like a monster. A freak at the very least. It was easier to just avoid contact, he had practically perfected dodging straying arms. The disappointed looks were easier to ignore. He got those for lots of reasons nowadays anyway. Dash, bully that he was continued to be a nuisance, but if he could avoid getting pinned to the lockers or otherwise grabbed it wasn’t a big deal. It would be so easy to retaliate. He could take over his body with a thought, freeze an arm solid and shatter it on a whim and just listen to the bully scream and wail as the life giving blood left the body to cool.

He’d never do that. Yet he could. Easily. The scrabbling always reminded him of that. You’re cold and wrong, not like them. You don’t belong. The more it shrieked for the contact, the warmth, the love and attention, the harder he shoved any of it away. It was wrong, you don’t deserve it, can’t you feel how you’re stealing from them? It isn’t meant for a ghost in a human skin. Not for a leech.

The fact sweltering weather was a suffocating weight only proved it. Goths might simmer, but apparently ghosts just slumped. He’d been more on Tucker’s side before, enjoying the hot summer days, but the very idea of the tropics now made him want to make a pile of ice and sleep on it. Why couldn’t he even be consistent? If he wanted warmth, why did getting it because it was the height of summer exhaust him? Mom and Dad probably had some scientific reason for that. Some other ghosts might even know. Or they might not, half ghosts weren’t exactly common. He probably cared too much, was thinking about it too much. So what if some preferences changed? Lots of people didn’t like heat waves.

Why couldn’t he kid himself into ignoring the small changes? It wasn’t a big deal. Yet warmth had somehow tangled itself with his perception of life, and he couldn’t manage to get them separate again. It was nonsensical, he knew that. Of course the summers were more taxing, he had ice powers. Ice powers that had almost managed to deep freeze him before figuring them out. It didn’t mean there was more life in the world than a dead thing like him could stand. He knew that. He KNEW that.

Maybe Spectra had been more right than he thought. Who’d care for a thing like you indeed. You don’t even make sense to yourself.

He grew colder. More noticeable. Which only caused worry and concern and warmth from his friends again that he had to struggle to fend off. He was fine. Of course he was colder, his powers kept growing. They were worrying over nothing. Yet still they insisted with the worry and care and the thing under his ribs just wanted it so badly that he had to flee. It would steal from them, it would hurt them, couldn’t they feel how it wanted to latch on to them and steal that warmth for himself?

“So, do you think all ghosts are evil?”

She’d cornered him in the kitchen to ask that? “No. That’s Mom and Dad, Jazz” he muttered, trying to figure out a way to get past her without walking through walls.

“Really? We’ve all noticed you’re avoiding us,” she reached out a hand to touch his shoulder and he flinched backwards, eyes narrowing.

“Don’t touch me.”

“See, like that! You don’t need to hide from us, but you’re doing it anyway.”

“Yeah. It’s called brothers not wanting their nosy sister touching them. I’m not seven anymore,” he crossed his arms, wondering if he kept them folded that it would keep the scrabbling thing trapped.

“You look scared, not annoyed. What are you afraid of?” her eyes were searching for something in his face. Why did she have to be so nosy? Why couldn’t she just shrug and give up like Mom and Dad?

“You’re seeing things,”. The counter was cool against his back. Maybe he should just slip through it, get away from the heat in front of him.

“No I’m not. Are you going to tell me or should we all just keep asking until we guess?”

“You can waste your time if you want.” It was hard to ignore how her worry, concern and affection tainted the air, how it awoke the cold thing inside him. How it delighted in having someone suffer on his account. He should leave.

Jazz frowned at him, edging closer despite his efforts to gain more distance, “You know the cold doesn’t bother us, you don’t need to be ashamed or anything.”

Easy for her to say. She didn’t hear or feel the starving refrain of want. Of course it was bad, of course he had to make sure it didn’t hurt anyone. That he didn’t hurt anyone. “I’m not. Are we done yet?”

The scowl was expected. Considering how much she harped on boundaries, the hug was not. Heat and safety, worry propelled by love and it was for him and he could take it. It would be so easy to just stay there, or hug back. He couldn't, that was stealing, it would hurt, these cravings and thoughts were ghostly and wrong and he wouldn’t hurt them. That gave him enough sense to phase free of her, eyes wild.

“I said don’t touch me!”

“Are you afraid of us?” She looked a little hurt, but he could feel the worry coming like waves. Still caring too much about how he felt when she’d been in danger.

“Now you’re just making stuff up. I don’t like being hugged, okay?” Lying had become almost second nature by now, but judging by her eyes she wasn’t buying it.

“You seemed to pretty okay with it until you panicked.” He felt strangely like a specimen trapped on a tray as she pondered, watching him. Why did she have to keep digging and pushing? “You’re afraid of yourself?”

He snorted. “Really? No. There’s nothing wrong, you’re just being nosy.”

“So if I grabbed your hand right now, you wouldn’t try pulling it away with that panicked look on your face.”

Shoot. How could he squirm out of this, she’d just keep pressing and pushing and caring and the thing in him might finally snap his ribcage if it was constantly tasting the heat in the air. Slow your thoughts down. Yet he couldn’t. “No. It’s stealing.”

Something in that only seemed to strengthen Jazz’s resolve. “What do you think you’re stealing?”

“The heat. I’m cold. I can’t-” he tried to keep his voice low, holding his head in his hands. He shouldn’t be admitting this, shouldn’t let her know how much of a freak he was.

Being hugged again was startling. “Danny. You’re not stealing if we’re giving it to you.” Her voice was firm and would not take any argument, the warmth in it almost stronger than the emotions he felt and craved and wanted so very badly. Surely this hurt her, to have some half human thing clinging back. His emotions weren’t warm like life, not healthy and needed, she wouldn’t want them.

Yet she didn’t seem any colder even after letting go. Even as his insides purred and muscles relaxed from feeling wanted, safe and important.

“Are-are you sure?”

“We’ve always been sharing how we feel Danny. You’re just a little more sensitive to it now. You aren’t stealing, you dork.” she ruffled his hair and the warmth only reinforced the contented hum instead of awakening the starving scrabbling.

He wished he could know for sure. Yet this did feel better for now, at least.

#dannymay2020 #Danny Phantom #jazz fenton #my stuff #silly ghost headcanons #how does one react to being way more in tune with other's emotions?#BADLY #reposting because tag keeps EATING IT lol #gotta love tumblr's inane brokeness

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positivelly-pessimisticc · 3 years

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chapter one of my story ! i’m nervous n extremely self-conscious, but tell me if you like it pleasee. i’d appreciate the feedback <3

It's kind of funny how badly humans ache to be loved. It's as if we're born craving affection. Like it's our mission in life to find somebody that completes us. We long for someone to spend our time with, even if that time is short. But with love comes heartbreak and disappointment, and no one is immune to the anguish abandonment causes. Once you open the door to loving someone other than yourself, there's no going back. I only wish I'd known what lay ahead before I walked through that door. "Hey! How's my favorite stick in the mud?" I felt a punch on my shoulder and jumped, my pen straying from its initial position on my paper, creating an unwanted line across the page. "Be careful, Dannie! " I sighed as I tore out the page and turned to the next. I've known Dannie since middle school, and she's my best friend. Ever since the 6th grade, we've never left each other's side. "It's nice to see you too, dimwit." Dannie chuckled as she placed herself beside me on the curb. "What're you writing about anyway?" I closed my notebook a little quicker than I should have and placed it under my thigh. "Oh, nothing, just a to-do list. Gotta run some errands for my mom." I smiled, trying my best to look like I believed what I was saying. "Right." Dannie squinted her eyes at me but brushed it off anyway. "Well, why weren't you at school today?" I looked down at my polar ice converse, avoiding her eyes. I could feel her staring at me in that way she always did when she was super serious about something. "I just needed a day off, that's all." I pushed my glasses up, still staring down at my feet. "You sure? You doing alright?" Dannie leaned slightly forward, trying to get my attention, and smiled. "You can always talk to me, you know." I turned towards her and gave her a quick smile. "What're you, my therapist?" I laughed and got up, shoving my notebook in my back pocket. "Stubborn ass." Dannie laughed as she chased after me, her curly highlights blowing against the wind. "Seriously, though, I'm here if you need me," she said, showing off her perfect smile. "I know, dumbass," I replied, punching her in the arm to get back at her for earlier. "Ah, there he is!" she laughed. "Now let's go," she said as she grabbed my hand, "we're skipping your imaginary errands." --- The weather had worsened significantly since the afternoon, and the wind was more powerful than I'd ever experienced in my small town. I closed the gate in my front yard and retrieved my backpack from its hiding place in the bush of purple sage on the side of the house. I stopped at the front door and took a deep breath. "I am not looking forward to this," I thought to myself as I unlocked the door and pushed it open. My mom wasn’t necessarily the most easygoing person, and every encounter with her left me feeling exhausted. I stepped inside quietly and looked around, checking to see if anyone was home. Deciding the coast was clear, I sped to my room and locked my door. "Samantha? Are you home?" I heard my mom yell from the kitchen. 'Ugh, I hate it when she calls me that.' I threw my backpack down on the floor, unzipping it as fast as I could. I grabbed some school books and jumped onto my bed and opened a few of them as if I'd been studying. I flipped through my algebra book to page 185 and started skimming through the lesson. Simplifying Radical Expressions "This is pointless," I mumbled, shaking my head as I turned the page. In doing so, a small piece of folded paper fell from in between the pages. I blinked and picked it up, confused at first. What is this doing here? I hesitated but unfolded the note. To Sam, Standing Next To You Makes Me Feel As High As Everest I flipped the note over and scanned its area for a name or a clue of some sort to help me figure out who left it here, but there was nothing. They used a quote from one of my favorite movies: All the Bright Places. It made me wonder: Do I know the person who sent it? Does someone out there actually like me? How did they manage to get it in my algebra book? Just then, my door slammed open, and I jumped. "Why didn't you answer me when I called you?!" my mom huffed, a tone already forming in her voice. "Looks like the lock on my door is broke again," I stated, ignoring her question and pretending to be focusing on my algebra lesson. "Samantha." my mom said sternly, almost as a warning. "It's Sam, Mom. Sam," I glared. That's about the hundredth time I'd repeated myself to her that week. "Sam," she said, adding emphasis to my name. I could feel her eyes burning a hole in the side of my head. "Yes?" I replied, mimicking her tone of voice. "Where were you today?" Her question caught me off guard. Why was she asking me that? Did she see something? Did the school call? "You know where I was," I answered, playing it safe. It's better to leave out the whole truth rather than to straight-up lie. "Do I? Because I thought you were at school." She had her face pinched and her arms crossed, hinting at what was coming. My heart started racing, and my hands began sweating. Maybe the school did call her. "I- I was just at the library all day," I stammered, "I have an important project due this week." My mom stared at me as though she was trying to study my facial expressions for any hint that I might be lying. "If you're lying to me, Sam, I'll find out," she warned. She gave me one last hard stare before she turned around and left, leaving my door slightly ajar. She always said that. But it usually turned out to be true. --- The rest of the week, I attended school, all the while keeping a lookout for anyone I might suspect to be my admirer. But I made it to Friday without a clue. I hadn't realized until then that I didn't associate with many people other than Dannie. How was I ever supposed to figure it out? After my last class, I collected my books from my desk, slung my backpack over my shoulder, and made my way down the hall to find Dannie. Whispers echoing in the hall seemed to bounce off the walls and grow louder, but I kept my eyes glued to the steady motion of my feet. Walking through the school building was always the same for me. I was the weird girl. Or wait. The weird guy? I wasn't normal. So I became 'it'. Comments like, "There 'it' goes" and "Gross, look what 'it's' wearing today." made my chest feel heavy and dampened my already low self-esteem. Dannie always told me to brush it off and would say things that friends are required to say. "They're just jealous" or "I love you just the way you are." I tried my best to do what she told me, but no matter how many times I told myself positive things, those negative comments came rushing back into my mind. I couldn't help but feel unworthy and meaningless. "Hey, loser, nice tights. Sure you're not a girl?" A girl in a mini skirt laughed, flipping her hair behind her head. I quickened my pace as I passed Delphia Winters and her group of wannabes. I'm sure you know which category they fall under. She and her friends were always picking on people like me because I wasn't the only teenager that used different pronouns. After all, it is the 21st century. If I were braver, I'd have stood up to her for all of us, but I continued walking towards Dannie's locker instead. When I finally made it, Dannie wasn't there. "That's weird," I thought, "She always waits for me." I plodded outside of school, and sat myself down on the black, metal bench placed next to the flag pole. Opening my backpack, I removed my notebook and placed it on my lap, along with my favorite black pen. I traced my fingers over the black lettering on the front, and looked down at the fishnet leggings I had chosen to wear that day. They were ripped and tattered from old age, and I figured I probably shouldn't wear them again. Letting go of things had always been hard for me. My older sister had bought them for me right before the accident, so I wasn't quite ready to give them up. "Fuck them," I thought to myself, "they don't know me, and I never asked for their opinion." I opened up the front cover of my notebook, feeling more sure of myself than earlier. Then I saw something flutter to the ground, and lay itself in the dying grass underneath the bench. I leaned down to pick it up, and it seemed to be another note. It had been days since I'd gotten the first one, so I unfolded it impatiently to reveal what was written inside. To Sam, I Don't Feel So Lonely When You're Around I held the note for a while, just staring at it; analyzing it. Who was writing these? I really wanted to know. To think there was someone out there who didn't hate me, and had a crush on me seemed wrong. But I liked it. And in a way, I liked the mystery. As I walked home, I thought of all the people in my algebra class. Could it be any of them? I found the first note in my algebra book, after all. I laughed and decided I’d figure it out later. I couldn’t stop thinking about it though. It seemed as though I floated home, smiling all the way. It had been a while since I smiled and meant it, and for the first time in a long time, I had a reason.

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Hey, folks, not sure if writing a bonus chapter of my Star-centric reveal fic Helpless counts for DP Side Hoes Week since it’s not a new fic, but I’m going to pretend it does. (This can be read on its own if you go off the starting point of Star already knowing Danny’s secret.)

Gathering for a training session was supposed to be a good thing. A simple thing. Straightforward. Except nothing’s really straightforward anymore, and Star’s not sure why she ever thought it would be. [FF | AO3]

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“Why are they here?” Danny hissed to her, unable to hide his nervousness as he peered around the corner of the school at Paulina, Dash, Kwan, and Valerie. Valerie was the only one prepared—she was already doing stretches, while Paulina was just using a compact to touch up her makeup and Dash and Kwan were arm-wrestling on the bleachers—but that wasn’t the point.

The point was that Star had invited them all to the football field, to meet on one of the rare Thursday nights when Valerie didn’t have to work, and they had all come. That already spoke volumes, whatever Fenton thought.

Star crossed her arms. “Because I asked them to come. Because they all need a training session, too. And because you brought enough weapons with you, anyway, didn’t you?”

“Well, yeah, but only because you said you wanted to try different stuff, and….” Danny trailed off and set the box he was carrying on the ground. The others would know Danny was here if they looked over and saw her standing where she was, but he was mostly hidden by the corner of the school. If he decided to bolt, she wouldn’t be able to stop him. He wasn’t afraid to use his powers in front of her now, providing he thought no one else would notice. “Seriously, Valerie does not need to be here. She has better aim than most people.”

“Which you know how, from watching her toss stuff into the garbage can from halfway across the room?”

Danny didn’t answer, but that was fine. Star didn’t really want an answer. She hadn’t pushed Valerie on that front, and she hadn’t really pushed Danny, either, aside from a bit of pointed needling. She still wasn’t sure she wanted to know the truth yet.

The fact that Danny was Phantom, that Paulina had a crush on the kid she routinely called a loser, that Dash idolized the guy he shoved into a locker almost every day, that Valerie had dated Danny despite ranting about Phantom at every opportunity, was more than enough to take in.

If Danny didn’t want to tell them his secret, fine. Whatever. She wouldn’t tell them either. But letting himself be bullied to this extent for the sake of invisibility was just stupid. Maybe it was being a halfa, maybe it was being a teenager, but he did not have the sense of self-preservation he claimed to have. Star had seen social suicide more than once, and this was definitely it.

You could still not draw attention to yourself without being the school punching bag.

Frankly, she’d argue that Danny would draw less attention to himself if he wasn’t always being picked on and showing no physical signs of it. Really, if he could be slammed into the street so hard that it formed a crater and he didn’t even bruise, being shoved into a locker wasn’t going to leave any marks. And it didn’t. Nothing she’d seen did, at least not for any length of time. Eventually, someone else would notice, and that would be the attention he claimed to not want.

Of course, when she tried telling that to him, he didn’t listen.

“Look,” Danny said quietly, “I’m fine with showing you some stuff, but they’ll…. They’ll have questions. And Dash will shoot me with something. You know he will. I’ll just pretend to get sick and—”

“Stuff it, Fenton, you’re doing this.” He blinked at her, and Star rolled her eyes. “Seriously. It’s not going to blow your secret. Trust me, no one is going to put that together without more clues than the fact that you know how to use the stuff your parents invent. Which is totally normal, seeing as they’re your parents. Besides, if you were this freaked out by the very idea of anyone seeing you as a semi-competent ghost hunter, you’d have never led us all when we fought to get our parents back. You even said yourself that you know how to work all their gear. It’s not like that’s going to be a new revelation.”

He opened his mouth and then closed it.

She smirked. “Let me carry that box for you, and you can go back to pretending to be a weakling. Want me to tell them Jazz dropped you off?”

“They’re not going to ask,” Danny muttered, but he helped her pick up the box of weaponry—which was good, because it was heavier than it looked. She grunted and shifted its weight, trying to get a better grip. The last thing she wanted to do was drop this and set something off.

Even knowing what she did, it was hard to remember that Fenton was really strong—especially compared to what she’d seen him do in gym class, which was practically pathetic by anyone’s standards. Sure, she didn’t expect everyone to be able to climb a rope, but he couldn’t run for thirty seconds before gasping for air. For someone who fought a lot, he was really unfit.

Of course, that might be because he spent most of his time flying and phasing and not running and dodging like the rest of them. Or at least not dodging as much as the rest of them, since she’d seen him dodge, and his quick reflexes spoke for themselves. Granted, they all had the chance to hide, and he didn’t.

But all too often, hiding meant being cornered, and being cornered meant being helpless, and she wasn’t doing that again.

Which was why they were doing this.

Besides, Danny owed her for keeping this a secret. Well, technically, either they were even or she owed him for saving her life more than once, but he thought he owed her, and she wasn’t going to correct that assumption.

“Fenton’s here, you guys,” Star called as they got closer. Danny was doing a remarkable job of trying to hide behind her, keeping well out of Dash’s reach without making it overly obvious that that’s exactly what he was doing. Really, she’d never realized how good he was at that kind of thing.

Star dumped the box unceremoniously on the bleachers, unable to hold it any longer, and winced at the clink and clatter of the weapons inside. Luckily, nothing exploded. She glanced over her shoulder at Danny. “What’d you bring?”

“Just a variety of stuff,” he mumbled, edging around her towards the box.

Dash beat him to it. “Outta my way, Fenturd,” he said. He tossed a couple of ecto-guns towards Kwan and kept rummaging. “I don’t see that bazooka thing in here.”

“It’s not a beginner’s weapon.”

Dash rounded on Danny. “You think I can’t handle it?”

Danny’s eye twitched. “It’s best for everyone to start off small.”

“I told him to bring more compact stuff,” Star put in before Dash could get out the retort that had to be on the tip of his tongue. She peeked into the box, spotting a small cylinder which had rolled into the back corner. “Seriously, Fenton? I told you the lipstick laser thing was a bad idea.”

“Ooh, I want that one,” Paulina said, finally putting her compact away and coming over. “Make up is the best weapon a girl can have!”

Star bit her tongue and handed the weapon to Paulina. She couldn’t contradict her in front of everyone and expect to remain friends. Besides, she was pretty sure the whole point of the Fenton Lipstick thing was to make a weapon that was easy to carry around and to hide. In Paulina’s case—and even in her own, if she trusted herself a bit more—it would work perfectly.

Danny claimed these weapons didn’t actually harm humans, but she was pretty sure he was a halfa because of some lab accident—can’t just have been contaminated food if he was the only one out of the whole family affected—so she didn’t put too much stock in any of the so-called safety features of these things.

Still.

There were enough ghosts around that she was willing to take the risk.

Of course, Dash and Kwan were already shooting at each other with ecto-guns and trying to dodge the blasts, so she should find out soon enough how detrimental it was for a human to be hit.

“Is that a whip?” Valerie asked, raising an eyebrow at Danny as she looked up from the box.

“Jack-o’-nine-tails. You’ve probably seen my dad using it. It’s, um, a little more advanced than some of the other stuff. Not really point and shoot, I mean, but if you can get a ghost—”

“I’ll play around with it,” she said, scooping it out of the box and heading to the far corner of the football field, well away from Paulina and Dash and Kwan.

“You thought I’d be good with a whip?” Star asked, not bothering to hide her smirk.

“You’re a cheerleader,” Danny muttered. “You have to have a good arm. Here,” he said, abruptly changing the subject by pulling a baton-like weapon out of the box and handing it to her. “This is Mom’s latest version of the Fenton Utility Weapon. It’s similar to the version you used on the pirate ship, but it can do a lot more stuff. If you don’t like that, try the wrist ray. That’s Sam’s favourite.”

Star pressed a button on the side, and a green light shot out of the top like a light saber. Danny jerked back, narrowly avoiding the beam. “Sorry,” Star said. “I didn’t know it was going to do that.”

“Press that button again,” he said. She did, and the light vanished. “Now grab it at the top and twist. Just, like, half a turn. Point it away from me and press the button.”

This time, something like a cattle prod shot out of the end and crackled with electricity.

“You can experiment with it; there are a bunch of different settings, but the button is always the main on/off activation. Press and hold it to activate the safety when you’re done. I’ll, uh, I guess I’ll set up some targets and see if I can convince the others to actually use them.”

“I didn’t invite everyone just to mess with you. You know that, right?” Danny avoided looking at her, so Star added, “I figured you’d say no if I asked.”

“So you did it anyway? I told you, I don’t want to stand out in a crowd.”

“That’s not what this is about. It’s…. Danny, you’ll always be able to fight back against ghosts. You’re a weapon; the only extra stuff you need to carry with you is a thermos. Do you even remember what it’s like to feel helpless?”

He snorted. “Of course I do. Being the kid no one pays attention to is great, since it’s easier for me to sneak away, but sometimes I can’t use my powers. Case and point, the last time you used something like that.”

Star frowned. “You practically equipped the entire class. How exactly were you helpless?”

“Fine, so maybe that’s not the best example. But even when we were stuck in detention together, I couldn’t really fight back until you were out of the room.” He hesitated. “And, I mean, yeah, in hindsight, pushing you through the floor might not have been the smartest idea, especially when I didn’t know what you were going to fall onto, but I’m still not great at clones. The point is, my hands are tied if someone who doesn’t know my secret is right there, watching me, and all the ghosts know it. Including some of the ones I haven’t run into before, apparently.”

There was a yelp from the middle of the field, followed by Paulina’s indignant, “Watch where you’re pointing those! You almost messed up my hair.”

Star wasn’t entirely surprised that Dash’s response was more laughter than apology.

“Yeah, okay, but believe it or not, these guys? And me, obviously? Always helpless in a ghost attack. No defense. It’s basically run, hide, hunker down, and hope someone—you, the Red Huntress, even your parents—comes along and saves us. And it sucks. A lesson in how to use your parents’ stuff might not stop Dash from whaling on you, but if he decides to buy something—”

“He’s just going to keep that ecto-gun. You know that, right?”

“—then he’ll have a way to fight back and defend himself. That assurance is invaluable.”

“He took the net-gun, too. Neither of those is invaluable.”

Star growled. “Fine. You’re not happy. I get it. I’m sorry for thinking I could help my friends.” Sarcasm wasn’t a good point to end this conversation on, not when he was helping her, so she added, “Thanks for not backing out when you saw them.” She couldn’t keep her annoyance and exasperation out of her tone, but it was marginally better than saying nothing.

“I promised you a weapon. And they would’ve found out you had one sooner rather than later.” He shrugged. “It might be better this way.”

Great, now she felt horrible for overreacting. Star took a deep breath, let it out, and then said, “Yeah. But I’m sorry. Really. I should’ve run it by you.”

“Trust me, this is not the worst surprise I’ve gotten in my life.” He grinned at her. “See if you can find all the weapons in that. My last count is twelve, but I don’t know if I’ve found them all, either.”

Danny ran off to try to convince Dash and Kwan not to shoot at each other—or maybe to tell Paulina not to try to use the laser to scorch a picture into the grass—and Star couldn’t help but laugh. It was just….

Even with all he put up with as Fenton, even with all he did as Phantom, he was still nice enough to take the time out of his night to make good on a promise to her. She knew Dash’s opinion wasn’t going to change overnight and that he’d have Danny in a locker tomorrow, given the opportunity. She knew Paulina would sneer at him and call him a loser even if she never relinquished the lipstick weapon. She knew Kwan wasn’t going to see this as anything but a bit of fun—bonus points if a lot of it came at Danny’s expense, most likely.

But she also knew it could be a start, and he couldn’t even see that.

Star jogged closer to Valerie—not near enough to be within range of the whip, which Val seemed to be getting the hang of very quickly, but near enough that she was sufficiently far enough away from the other three. Danny was right; Valerie was good, even with a weapon she hadn’t used before, and the others…. Well, not so much. But that might just be because they lacked focus.

That and Valerie’s black belt training, since that probably helped somehow, albeit not necessarily when it came to using a new weapon.

Star tried multiple combinations of movement on the puzzle box that was the Fenton Utility Weapon. She’d found five more weapons—pole extension, machete-like blade, mini grappling hook, electrified whip, and what was presumably a phase-proof weighted net—when she heard Dash and Kwan cheering, followed by Paulina’s trilling laugh.

Somehow, it didn’t come as a surprise to see Danny entangled in the net-gun’s phase-proof net.

It certainly couldn’t be the first time he’d been caught in one, but he could hardly get out of it using his ghost powers, and the fact that Dash was beginning to jog around and drag him meant he couldn’t get out the way anyone else might, either.

Star ran over. “Cut it out, you guys. Fenton’s helping us.”

“It’s fine,” Kwan said. “We’re training.”

Dash grinned as he ran past her. “Yeah, Fentoenail’s the ghost, and we need to wear him down.”

Right now, all they were doing was covering Danny’s clothes with grass stains as he tried and failed to wrestle free. If he wasn’t so resilient, he’d end up with a bad friction burn, but as it was….

“Don’t worry about it,” Paulina said as Dash passed Danny to Kwan. “They’re just having some fun.”

Danny was right. She shouldn’t have invited them. She didn’t even know how to make them stop. They weren’t going to listen to her, especially if Paulina was on their side.

She still had to try, though. “C’mon,” Star yelled at them, “Fenton’s doing us a favour! Don’t you wanna be able to do something the next time a ghost attacks instead of just running away?”

She could see that Danny had set up targets at the far end of the field. She could also see that they hadn’t been used. At least, she was guessing that the scorch marks in the grass were from when the weapons had been aimed at him, not at the targets, since they were similar to the ones left earlier and, well, since they led away from the actual targets. Dash and Kwan should have decent aim, and even Paulina….

“This was a stupid idea, wasn’t it?” Star said to Paulina when no one answered. “The only one who’s getting anything out of this is me. And Valerie, I guess.” Star glanced over her shoulder to see what Valerie was doing—surely she’d try to step up to help Fenton? They were still friends—only to realize that Valerie was no longer there.

“What are you talking about?” Paulina said. “I’ve got this cool new lipstick weapon. I can’t wait to show the ghost boy. I’m going to ask him to teach me to use it, and we’ll spend so much time together, and—”

A high-pitched scream cut Paulina off. Dash. He and Kwan had stopped dragging Danny and were instead running back towards her and Paulina, and behind them—

“Yes, you should run, whelps,” Skulker said, levelling a pair of missile launchers at them. “I am the Ghost Zone’s Greatest Hunter. My reputation should precede me.”

He’s baiting Danny. Star didn’t know why it surprised her. He was ignoring Danny for now, focusing on them to force Danny into action. Taking him while he was strapped in the net would be cheating, not just easy prey. But as long as they were there, Danny couldn’t—

“C’mon, Star, move,” Paulina grabbed her hand and pulled, and Star obediently started running.

She was always running.

She hated running.

“I…I can’t….” How could she say this and not completely lose her social standing in Paulina’s eyes? “It’s my fault Fenton’s here. I’ve gotta help him. You guys hide.”

“It’s just Fenton,” Paulina hissed, tugging her harder as Star tried to slow. “He’ll be fine. He always is. Besides, he brought all those weapons. He has to know how to use them.”

“He needs to get out of the net first.” She jerked her hand free. “Just hide. I’ll find you as soon as I cut him free.”

“The ghost boy can help him.”

The ghost boy was him. Danny might be able to get free easily enough once the others were gone, but if something slowed him down—

“It’s my fault he’s here,” Star said again, and then she turned and started running the other way. Paulina shouted after her, but when Star finally looked back, Paulina was rounding the corner of the school.

Dash and Kwan would be able to keep her safe. They still had an ecto-gun, maybe two, between them. And Paulina still had the lipstick weapon. Valerie…. Star didn’t even know where Valerie was. Somewhere safe, probably, having spotted the ghost and run in a different direction? Except, if she’d seen the ghost, wouldn’t she have said something? Or, more accurately, screamed something?

Star tried to remember what combination would yield the knife on the Fenton Utility Weapon. When she wound up on something that looked like garden shears, she deemed it good enough and kept running, holding the weapon out to one side in case she tripped.

She was not exactly inconspicuous, and it wasn’t long before she was back to wondering if she was even sane. Skulker was pointing the weapons at her now, and she was still running towards them, and Danny—

Why wasn’t Danny freezing or blasting his way out of the net?

Why hadn’t he transformed?

Why was he just sitting there?

What the heck was he waiting f—?

A blast of pink energy hit Skulker’s form. Star ducked on instinct, despite still being over ten feet away, and only looked up again when she heard the Red Huntress speak. “Hey, ghost scum, scram or see what it’s like to face a real hunter!”

Star scrambled forward, closing the distance between her and Danny while the Red Huntress distracted the ghost. “Why the heck didn’t you transform or try to get away?” she hissed as she made a clumsy attempt to cut him free. “We’re lucky the Red Huntress showed up when she did!”

“Lucky,” Danny said flatly. “Yeah. That’s one way of putting it.” He took the Fenton Utility Weapon from her shaking hands and cut himself free. That was just as well; she could see at a glance that there was no way either of them could untangle the knot by hand, not when it was pulled that tight, and she couldn’t blame him for not wanting to use his ice powers in front of the Red Huntress.

He collapsed the weapon, handed it back to her, and crawled free. “Keep low,” he said, as if she planned to do anything else while Skulker and the Red Huntress traded blows practically on top of them.

She followed him to the bleachers. As cover went, it was barely better than nothing. “Why aren’t you going to help?” she whispered. “Even if you don’t want to transform here, you can run off and—”

“She can handle this one,” Danny said, nodding in the direction of the Red Huntress. “She’s a good shot, and I don’t want to push my luck.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means I don’t want her to realize that there are two ghosts here. It’s not exactly a secret that she hates Phantom.”

Star frowned. “Why didn’t…?” Maybe she shouldn’t ask. Maybe she shouldn’t press him. But, given what she knew, his inaction seemed at odds with the way he usually went about trying to save them all. “I don’t get it. This is a ghost. I know the Red Huntress is here now, but you couldn’t have known she was coming. Why not just free yourself once we were all running away? You know no one’s going to look back until after they hope they’re out of sight.”

Danny shrugged. “Cameras?” He didn’t even try to sound particularly convinced.

“Fenton, c’mon. Remember how I said I wasn’t stupid?”

He sighed, looking utterly unconcerned by the firefight going on in the air barely twenty feet away. “Look, the Red Huntress has a way to detect ghosts. It’s, like, a smaller, way more inconspicuous version of Mom and Dad’s Fenton Finder. And it’s accurate. And when it goes off, if she can get away to help, she does. So I wasn’t surprised to see her turn up.”

Star stared at him. “You can’t know that she wasn’t busy. That she was close. You just…. You can’t. Which makes you not trying to save our butts kinda dangerous, don’t you think? Just because you handed us all weapons ten minutes ago, doesn’t mean we have a clue how to use them effectively. I couldn’t even….” She waved the Fenton Utility Weapon around vaguely. “This kind of thing takes practice. More practice than five seconds.”

He had the nerve to smile at her. “Glad you recognize that. Do you think you want to stick with that weapon or try a different one? Like I said, Sam—”

“Danny. I’m serious. I don’t…. Even if you weren’t really hurt by Skulker’s weapons, we could’ve been. The Red Huntress….” Star trailed off, watching as the hunter in question pulled out a thermos of her own—not a Fenton Thermos, despite the obvious similarities—and captured Skulker. “She’s not always going to be there. And neither are you. Which is why I want to learn something. But I can’t…. If you planned this, if you talked to Skulker and the Red Huntress and—”

“Wait, hold on, you seriously think I planned this?” Danny looked incredulous. “Star, I don’t plan ghost attacks. I don’t stage anything to look like the good guy, whatever my parents think. And even if, for some obscure reason, I decided to try, you really think the Red Huntress would agree to help? No. Just, no. Even if I asked her as Fenton, she doesn’t trust ghosts. She’d never agree to a crazy plan like that.”

“Well, then how else can you explain being so…so nonchalant about all of this? You didn’t even look particularly worried when I came to help you out of the net!”

Danny let out a slow breath, glanced over in time to watch the Red Huntress speed away on her jet sled, and turned back to Star. “Okay. Look. I didn’t know Skulker was going to show up until a few seconds before he actually did. That’s usually all the warning I get. But I knew the Red Huntress was close. I saw her. And I know how sensitive her watch is. I knew she was going to hear it beep and then find a way to run off and come back to fight Skulker. I…I know who she is. And how dedicated she is. Even if she’d rather have a crack at Phantom, she’s not going to just let a ghost go when they’re threatening her friends—or anyone else in town.”

Star frowned. He wasn’t saying what she thought he was saying, was he? That was ridiculous. Just because he wasn’t the only classmate she had who ran off when a ghost attacked—

“Is everyone okay?”

That was Valerie’s voice.

A few seconds later, she was running around the corner of the school.

Her eyes barely scanned the football field before they zeroed in on Danny and Star, despite the fact that they were still crouched in shadow beneath the bleachers.

“Star? Danny? Are you all right?” Valerie ran closer, circling around the bleachers to meet them from the back. “Did Paulina and Dash and Kwan get away okay?”

Valerie never had liked Phantom.

“We’re fine,” Danny said. “Glad you got away safely, too.”

“You two were cutting it close,” Val said. “Star’s right; we really needed this training session. I…. Thanks for showing us your parents’ stuff, Danny.”

Danny hadn’t really shown her anything. He’d confirmed that the weapon Valerie had chosen was a whip, and she’d figured the rest out for herself. Without nearly decapitating anyone or, as far as Star had seen, even shocking herself with its electricity feature.

Like she was familiar with the weaponry, if not the weapon.

“We’re going to have to do it again,” Star murmured. She had to be wrong. This…. No. This was Valerie. Her best friend, aside from Paulina. “Might not bother to invite the others if they won’t take it seriously, though.”

Valerie rolled her eyes. “I know what you mean. They never listen to me. I was thrilled you listened to me and asked Danny to do this. I should’ve thought of that ages ago. But if we can at least get you to be able to defend yourself, we can work on the others.”

Was she pretending her extensive martial arts training was enough to give her an edge to using ghost hunting weapons, to the point that it didn’t matter that she should be completely unfamiliar with the technology?

“I, uh, vote that they don’t come if I do this again,” Danny said.

He was pretending this was normal.

He was always pretending.

So was Valerie. And, now, so was she. Even with them. Even with each other. Even….

Oh, man, should she tell Valerie her suspicions? Even if she never mentioned anything about Danny? Would that be enough to get Val to open up to her if she was right, or would it just make her brush it all off? Danny had tried to throw her off the scent, but his secret was different, and she and Valerie had always told each other everything. Which boys they kinda sorta liked, what they actually dreamed of doing when they were adults, as opposed to what they thought they’d end up doing, what they really thought about—

“I’m off Monday night,” Valerie offered. “I wouldn’t mind trying a few more of your parents’ weapons, Danny, if you’re up for this again. Just the three of us. We don’t have to tell the others, and Lancer usually doesn’t give us an awful amount of homework right away.” She glanced at Star but said to Danny, “Sam and Tucker can come instead. I mean, you’ve probably shown them this stuff already, but Star and I can use the extra help.”

Maybe this wasn’t really happening. Maybe she was just dreaming this, and she’d wake up and she’d have to live through another Thursday and then they’d get to the real training session that night, where none of this had happened.

Except Star’s heart was still thundering in her chest, and she already had a cramp in her leg from crouching in this position, and she didn’t even need to raise a hand to know that she was shaking.

“That works for me, unless I get detention or something.”

Valerie snorted. “Try not to sleep in class or miss it entirely.”

“I mean, I always try.”

“Guys.” Star didn’t realize she’d actually spoken aloud until they were both looking at her. “Another training session sounds great, really. I could definitely use it. Just…. I don’t want to plan it right this minute. I’ve got…stuff to think about.”

“Like what you’re going to say to Paulina if she broke a nail and blames you?” Valerie asked. Star shot her a look, and she relented. “Okay, okay, I might still be a little bit bitter over the way she cut me out. But, really, I’m glad you’re finally taking the initiative and doing this. You need to be able to protect yourself.”

“We all do,” Star said, but they already could. She was the only one of the three who couldn’t. They were willing to help her, and that was great, but….

Seriously.

How had she not noticed this before?

Especially after she’d figured out what was up with Fenton?

Not that she’d known exactly until she’d tricked him into confessing, but still. She’d known something was up. And with Valerie, she…hadn’t.

But something was very clearly up, and now Star was almost certain she knew what it was, and she just….

“Why don’t we head to the Nasty Burger? The others are probably there anyway, and you can catch up with them. It’ll calm you down. You still look pretty freaked out, Star.”

Was that Danny telling her that he knew that she’d figured it out? The thing he’d hinted at but never explicitly told her?

“You wanna bring your parents’ stuff to the Nasty Burger?” Valerie asked. “And you want me to walk in there with you? You think I want to lose my job?”

“Well, you guys can go ahead. I’ll just stash the stuff in my locker or something and meet up with you after.”

“The school’s locked.”

“Then I can take it home. Or phone Jazz. Or just skip it entirely. I mean, Sam and Tucker—”

“We’ll help you pack up,” Star interrupted, “and you can phone Jazz to pick you up again while I text Paulina. Valerie’s right; she’ll be with the boys. We’ll, um, meet up with you another time, unless Jazz is okay with running the stuff home on her own and you can catch up with us later.”

Star knew she wasn’t mistaking the look of relief that crossed Danny’s face. “Sounds good.”

It was what he’d asked her to do: cover for him when the others couldn’t.

She just…hadn’t imagined it would be like this.

Of course, she’d never imagined any of this. How could Danny and Valerie—

“C’mon, Star.” Valerie pulled her up to her feet, and Star couldn’t find the energy to resist. Danny was ignoring them, talking on the phone to Jazz—or Sam or Tucker pretending to be Jazz, for all she knew. “You’ll feel better with a small, low-fat chocolate shake in you. My treat.”

“Thanks,” Star murmured.

“Trust me,” Valerie said as she let Star collapse onto the front bench of the bleachers and began to pack what was left of the FentonWorks weaponry back into the box, “some training days are rougher than others. You can’t let one bad experience turn you off. The key is to stick to it.”

“Right.” Star wasn’t going to disagree. This had been her idea. She’d asked Danny to do this, and she’d asked everyone to come here. Including Valerie, who obviously didn’t need it nearly as much as the rest of them but had been happy to come anyway.

But maybe that was okay. Maybe she didn’t have to confront Valerie on this. She was still coping with finding out about Danny; she could broach the subject with Valerie later. Much later. Or maybe she could wait for Valerie to feel comfortable with telling her on her own. That was possible, right? She was already keeping Danny’s secret. She could keep Valerie’s, too.

She didn’t have to mention that it was odd that Valerie knew exactly how to disengage a tangled, torn net from a net-gun that she had supposedly never used before.

She didn’t have to ask how Valerie knew to collapse and then activate the safety on the Fenton Utility Weapon.

She could just…turn a blind eye to it for now. Like Danny was, and probably Sam and Tucker, too.

She could let a couple of the best ghost hunters in town teach her how to defend herself against ghosts, even though neither of them would admit to being nearly as good as they were in front of the other.

Yeah.

She could do that.

And if the opportunity ever came up to try to subtly convince Valerie that Phantom wasn’t the evil piece of ghost scum she thought he was, well, Star could take it. She owed Danny that much, since this clearly hadn’t worked out as she’d hoped. Valerie already knew Star supported Phantom, so it wouldn’t be strange. And if Star had to hint that she knew Valerie’s secret to get her to listen, well, she could cross that bridge when she came to it.

Some things really needed to be taken one day at a time, and Star was good at that.

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Season 1; Episode 8: Lunatic

Hey everyone! Sorry I didn’t update yesterday, I totally lost track of the days! This chapter has some of my favorite Stiles x Reader moments! I hope you all enjoy this chapter and as always constructive criticism is appreciated! Episode 9 will be posted on Thursday.

Season 1; Episode : Lunatic

Pairings: Scott McCall x Twin Sister, Lydia Martin x Best Friend, Nate Wilson (OC) x Reader

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 3,276

Season 1 Masterlist

After a long weekend of spending time with the girls and Nate, school was finally starting again. I got dressed in a black-long sleeve cold-shoulder crop-top, a high waisted plaid skirt and black heels. As I was finishing putting on my makeup I could hear my mom talking to Scott, “This isn’t just about what happened at the school, is it? It’s Allison, right? You want to talk about it?”

“Not with you.”

“Hey, I’ve been through a few breakups myself. Disastrous ones actually.”

“I don’t care about your breakups. And I’m getting her back.” He then slams the door to the bathroom ending the conversation.

I hear my mom sigh as she walks out of his room. I stand up to meet her in the hall. “Don’t worry about him, he’s not talking to me about it either.”

“Thanks, (Y/N). I just wish he would talk to me.” She pauses to think, “You would talk to me if you and Nate broke up, right?”

I smiled gently, “Of course. But that’s not going to happen.”

She smiled back then made her way downstairs. I followed after her a few minutes later.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Lydia and I arrive at school together and wait for Allison at our lockers. As soon as she’s with us we make our way to class. “It’s just weird. Everyone’s talking about what happened the other night. And nobody knows it was us.” Allison speaks.

“Thank you protection of minors.” Lydia says at the same time I say, “Thank God for that.”

“Do you girls think I made the wrong decision?” Allison asks.

Lydia speaks before I can, “About that jacket with that shirt? Absolutely.”

“You know what I mean.”

Again before I can say anything, Lydia speaks, “Hello, Scott locked us in a classroom and left us for dead. He’s luck we’re not pressing charges or making him pay our therapy bills.” She pauses then glances at me, “Sorry.”

I just shake my head then answer, “He was trying to protect us. Maybe not in the best way but his heart was in the right place. And I don’t think you’re making a mistake. You have to do what feels right to you. No one but you can make that decision. Just try to be friends with him again before you date.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

Allison and I sat next to each other in the exam room, Stiles was a little ways ahead of us and Scott next to him. As the test got passed back, Mr. Harris started speaking.

“You have 45 minutes to complete the test. 25% of your grade can be earned right now by simply putting your full name on the cover. However, as happens every year, one of you will inexplicably fail to put your name on the cover and I’ll be left yet again questioning my decision to ever become a teacher. So let’s get the disappointment over with. Begin.”

Ah classic Harris, always disappointed in his students.

I start the test right as he finished talking. The first few minutes go by fast and the questions are relatively simple. But after a few moments of listening to nothing but the sound of pencil on paper and the occasional turn of a page, Scott abruptly stands up and grabs his bag, rushing out of the room.

Stiles quickly rushes after him, I go to stand and follow but before I can Harris yells, “Miss McCall if you leave this room I will fail you.”

“But my brother-”

“Sit. Down.”

I sigh and reluctantly sit back down, I quickly close my eyes and take a breath to calm myself then finish the test in front of me.

*_*_*_*_*_*

I sat outside working on homework waiting for the lacrosse team to come out so I could watch practice. I glance up when I hear some noise. I can see Stiles and Scott walking out. Stiles has a huge grin stretched across his face.

Stiles’ grin is contagious and I can feel a smile make its way onto my face. As he looks up and spots me he waves his arm to get me to go to them. I put my books on my papers to make sure they don’t blow away then head down.

As soon as I’m in hearing distance Stiles excitedly blurts out, “Scott made co-captain and I’m first line!”

My jaw drops in shock, but I quickly recover and start smiling. I pull the two boys into a hug, “Congratulations! I’m so happy for you both!”

I can tell that Stiles is way more excited than Scott and so can he. I frown at Scott who has a pout on his face, “Why aren’t you freaking out? Stiles is!”

Stiles nod his head in agreement as Scott replies, “What’s the point? It’s just a stupid title. And I could practically smell the jealousy in there.”

I screw up my face in disgust as Stiles questions, “You smelled jealousy?”

“It’s like the full moon’s turned everything up to ten.”

Stiles’ interest is piqued as he asks, “Can you pick up on stuff like desire?”

I immediately roll my eyes already knowing where this conversation is going, “I’m going to go sit back down,” I mumble but neither boy is paying attention as Scott asks, “What do you mean desire?”

I don’t hear the rest of the conversation as I sit back down and continue my homework.

I watch as Lydia follows Scott away from a group of friends. After a few minutes, she comes back to the bleachers. Instead of heading to the group of girls she left she makes a bee-line for me.

I start putting my homework away as she smiles at me. “What did Scott want?”

“He just asked me if Allison still likes him. I don’t know why he hasn’t asked you.”

“He doesn’t want to talk to my mom or me about it.”

Lydia nods her head as she watches practice.

The players are doing drills, Scott and Stiles are waiting in line for their turn. Soon Scott steps up. When Coach blows the whistle Scott runs forward and is sent to the ground by Nate and another player.

Coach laughs, then blows the whistle for the next player. But before anyone can step up Scott takes the place once again.

“That’s the spirit. Earn it, McCall!” Coach cheers for my brother. I start biting on my lip nervous about what is about to happen.

Scott quickly passes through Nate and the other player. As he makes it to Danny, who is in the goal, he shoves his elbow into Danny’s helmet sending him to the ground.

I gasp and quickly stand up. Lydia and I rush to the field to make sure that our friend is alright.

“Is he okay?” Lydia and I ask Jackson in unison, the moment we reach his side.

“It looks like he’s just got a bloody...” He trails off staring at Lydia.

“What?” She snaps.

“Your lipstick.”

She quickly reaches into her purse pulling out a compact mirror to see that her lipstick is smeared. Clearly I wasn’t paying much attention because I didn’t notice.

As she fixes the smear she casually says, “I wonder how that happened.”

I glance at her then look towards Stiles as Jackson hums, “Yeah. I wonder.”

*_*_*_*_*_*

I was downstairs eating my dinner while texting Nate, making up reasons why I couldn’t hang out with him tonight. Stiles should be here soon so we could lock Scott up for the full moon.

My mother was rushing around the house double-checking that she had everything for work. The sound of a car door slams shut and not even a minute later the front door opens.

My mom and I turn, expecting to see Scott, “Stiles, I thought the door was locked?” My mom says surprised.

“It was. I had a key made.” Stiles proudly smiles as he holds up the house key.

My mom looked over her shoulder towards me as I shrugged in response. She turns back to Stiles shaking her head, “That doesn’t surprise me. Worries me. Doesn’t surprise me.”

Stiles drops his black duffel bag as I move to stand beside my mom. It lands in front of us with a heavy metal clunk. The three of us gaze down at the bag in awkward silence.

“Uh, school project,” Stiles says glancing at my mom.

Mom sighs then looks between the two of us, “He’s okay, right?”

“Who Scott?” Stiles asks.

“No, she’s asking about Bigfoot.” I roll my eyes.

Stiles glares then answers, “Yeah. Totally.”

I put my hand on my mom’s shoulder, “He’s had a rough week mom.”

“He just doesn’t talk to me anymore. Not like he used to.”

My heart breaks a little at the sad look on my moms face, “He’ll talk when he’s ready. You know that.” I smiled, trying to reassure her.

She smiled back then took a breath and spoke to Stiles and me, “Okay, be careful tonight. Full moon, you know.”

Stiles and I quickly looked at each other with wide eyes then exclaimed, “What?”

My mom looks confused but answers with a small smile, “There’s a full moon tonight. You should see how the ER gets. All the nut jobs come out.”

“Oh right,” Stiles says as I sigh and nod.

“You know, it’s how they came up with the word lunatic.”

Stiles nods as I kiss her on the cheek saying a quick goodbye. She then walks out the door, shutting it behind her. Stiles picks up the bag and we trudge upstairs to Scott’s room.

*_*_*_*_*_*

Stiles and I walk into Scott’s room, I turn on the light then look up to see Scott sitting on his bed. Stiles and I both jump. My hand fly’s to my chest as I take a breath to try and steady my racing heart. Stiles gasps, “Dude. You scared the hell out of us.”

Scott says nothing. He just sits and stares at the two of us and the black duffel bag so I continue, “When did you get home?”

“Not too long ago. I came in through the window.” His voice is strangely calm, almost monotone.

Stiles and I glance at each other as he speaks, “Okay... Well, let’s get this set up. Check out what I bought.”

He places the bag on the floor in front of Scott. Rather than moving to take a closer look, Scott stays put and simply says, “I’m fine. I’m just going to lock the door. Go to sleep early.”

“I don’t like that idea considering I sleep in the room right next to you.” I pull my lips together in a tight, awkward smile.

“Yeah, you also kind have this serial killer look on. And I’m hoping it’s just the full moon taking effect because it’s starting to freak me out.”

“I’m fine. You should go. And if you’re that worried, (Y/N), just go to Nate’s or Lydia’s.

I sigh then turn to Stiles who frowns then answers before I can say anything, “All right, I’ll leave. If you take a look in the bag and let me show you what I bought and maybe you use it, maybe you don’t. Sound good?”

Scott stares, he slowly gets off the bed and kneels beside the bag. He pulls the zipper open and inside are lengths of metal chain. Scott looks back up at Stiles, “You think I’m going to let you put these on? Chain me up? Like a dog?”

Stiles and I exchange another look, “Actually... No,” I slowly replied.

In an instant Stiles yanks handcuffs out of his jacket pocket, he moves to Scott and before Scott can react, Stiles has one end locked on Scott’s wrist and the other end locked to the radiator by his bed.

Scott lashes out as Stiles scrambles back, bumping into me. I grab on to his shoulder to help him regain balance as Scott yells out, “What the hell are you doing?”

“Protecting you from yourself,” Stiles tells him. The two boys glare at each other but my face is one of concern. Stiles continues speaking, “And giving you some payback. For making out with Lydia.”

Stiles leaves the room to grab some water while I wait with Scott.

“(Y/N), c’mon. Let me out.”

“I’m sorry Scott. But you know I can’t do that.”

Scott keeps begging me to let him out while I blatantly ignore him.

Soon I hear footsteps, I peek my head around the door frame to see Stiles returning. Once he’s back in the room he looks at Scott and holds up a water bottle, “I brought you water.”

He untwists the cap then pours it into a dog bowl. He gently places the bowl on the floor in front of Scott. We both turn and head out the door, leaving Scott.

The moment we are out the door we hear the dog bowl flip, spilling water everywhere. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU!” Scott’s angry yell is heard from his room.

Stiles clenches his jaw and hesitates, I go to grab his hand to try and calm him but before I get the chance he’s turning back around to yell at Scott, “You kissed her. The one girl,” He takes a breath.

“And for the last three hours I’ve been telling myself, it’s just the full moon, he doesn’t know what he’s doing, he’ll be totally normal tomorrow. He probably won’t even remember being a complete scumbag, total bastard, son of a bitch, unbelievable piece of crap-”

His rant is cut off when Scott calls out, “She kissed me.”

“What?”

“I didn’t kiss her. She kissed me.”

Stiles steps back, looking even more hurt than before if that is even possible. Scott continues as Stiles fully steps out of the room slowly sliding down the wall.

“She kissed me. And she would have done a lot more. You should have seen the way she had her hands all over me. She would have done anything I wanted.” He pauses then yells, “ANYTHING”

There was silence for about a minute, I kept glancing at Stiles wanting to say something to comfort him but also knowing Scott would hear.

Finally, Scott spoke up trying to convince us that it was just the full moon and asking to get let out. Stiles and I continued to sit in silence, staring at the wall in front of us.

*_*_*_*_*_*

About five minutes later, it’s complete silence. We can longer hear the tugging of Scott trying to get out of the handcuffs. The both of us exchange a nervous glance then slowly stand up, listening through the closed door. When we confirm that we can’t hear anything Stiles reaches out to push the door open. He makes sure that I am behind him just in case he has to protect me from Scott.

When the door is open we both look to see the handcuffs laying broken on the floor. A gentle breeze rustles the curtains. Scott is gone. “Shit,” I whisper.

Stiles and I rush downstairs and out the door to his car.

As we rush down the road in Stiles’ jeep I awkwardly scratch my neck and start speaking, “Now’s probably not the best time... But about Lydia-”

Stiles interrupts, “I don’t want to talk about it.”

“Just shut up and listen,” I scold. I take a deep breath then start to speak once again, “I know that she can be a bitch at times. I don’t know why she would do what she did. But if she doesn’t see how amazing you are Stiles, then you deserve better.

“You deserve someone who only has eyes for you. Someone as kind and caring as you. And no matter how much I love Lydia, right now that’s not her. Maybe sometime in the future it will be. But you should not be waiting until she realizes what she’s missing.”

Stiles glances at me from the corner of his eye and gulps, “Thanks,” he whispers just loud enough for me to hear. I smile at him and grab his hand, gently squeezing to hopefully comfort the brunette boy.

As Stiles turns a corner we come to a sudden stop. The sheriff’s department squad cars are parked next to an ambulance. I stare on in shock as Stiles starts to mumble, “No...no...”

He quickly unbuckles and opens his door, getting out of the jeep. I quickly follow after him wanting to be there for support if the worse has happened.

Before he could get too far away from me I grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze to let him know I was there for him. We both made our way through the officers searching for his dad.

“Hey, where’s my dad? Sheriff Stilinski? Where’s the sheriff? Where’s Stilinski?” Stiles keeps asking officers that pass us but no one is answering.

A gurney is rolled out of the woods as we look on in horror. Stiles tries to run forward but I keep a tight hold on his hand. I step in front of him and gently lay my other hand against his chest, “Don’t.”

His eyes break from the gurney behind me to meet mine. He gulps and looks like he’s about to cry. Before either of us can say anything we hear someone speak from behind him, “Stiles?”

Stiles whips around, his hand still gripping mine like it was the only thing keeping him on his feet. As soon as he’s fully turned the sheriff locks eyes with me then asks, “What the hell are you two doing out here?”

Stiles slowly takes a step away from me, our hands breaking apart when he’s too far away. Without answering, he pulls his dad into a tight hug. My shoulders sag as I let out a relieved breath, watching as the sheriff returns the hug, knitting his eyebrows together, confused about what was going on in Stiles’ mind.

As they pull away sheriff Stilinski sends me a small smile then speaks to his son, “Bring (Y/N) home, I’ll see you when I’m done here.” He smiles one last time and squeezes Stiles’ shoulder, then turns and walks away.

*_*_*_*_*_*

When we pull up to the house I turn to Stiles and gently smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow?”

He just nods, still looking slightly dazed from the events of the day. I open the door and step out making my way towards the house. As I’m getting out my key I hear Stiles open his door, I turn around just as he makes it to me. Before I can ask him what’s wrong he wraps his arms around my shoulders.

I slowly wrap my arms around his waist, returning the tight embrace. When we finally break away Stiles coughs and rubs the back of his neck, “Sorry, I just...”

“You don’t have to apologize. I’ll always be here for you Stiles. Whether it be for words of wisdom or a simple hug. You might be Scott’s best friend but by default that makes you mine too.”

Stiles shakes his head and lets out a quiet chuckle, “Thanks (Y/N/N).”

He then heads back to his jeep as I open my front door and step inside.

Before I head to bed, I peek my head into Scott’s room to see him sleeping on his bed, worn out from the effects of the full moon.

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