DannyMay Day 5 - 10 min vs. 1 hour
Words (10 min): 259
Words (1 hour): 1613 (FFN)
Summary: They say your life flashes before your eyes just before you die. Dash discovers that his brain has other ideas - namely, focusing on his bisexual awakening (post-reveal Danny/Dash)
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~10 min.~
Dash thought dying would involve more reminiscing of his life. All those golden memories that flash before your eyes, like in the movies. His first touchdown, his first kiss, that sort of thing.
And yet as he plummeted towards the ground and time seemed to move in slow motion, he found himself annoyed. Of course he wouldn’t get to relive his life’s greatest hits.
Of course he’d be forced to think about the one person he didn’t want to think about, the person who was supposed to be saving him right now.
He hated the thrill that ran down his spine when he thought about that person swooping down, sweeping him up, and flying off with him into the sunset.
Stupid Fenton. Stupid wind-swept dark hair. Stupid endless blue eyes.
Stupid bisexual awakening moments before death.
Dash closed his eyes. If he was going to die, he might as well just suck it up and face the music. At least then he could die knowing he wasn’t such a coward that he couldn’t finish what he’d started.
Alright Fenton, he thought to himself. You got me.
The ground was getting closer and closer now. He tried to ignore it.
Then, just seconds before impact, he was jolted to the side and he started falling sideways. No, wait. Not falling sideways.
Being carried.
“You’re an idiot, you know that, right Baxter?” Danny’s voice came through the rushing wind.
Dash could only nod mutely and wonder if his racing heart was because of the near-death experience or because of the rescue.
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~1 hour~
Look, no matter what anyone tries to claim, I wasn’t trying to fall off the building, alright?
I mean it wasn’t even my idea to have the junior prom on the roof of one of the tallest buildings in Amity Park. I was only on the roof ‘cause that’s where prom was, end of story.
No, I wasn’t sloshed. And I wasn’t high either. I’m not an idiot; I’m not gonna do something that’s gonna get me kicked off the team. People just sometimes fall off of buildings, especially in cities that are literally haunted by ghosts.
God, I swear none of the teachers at Casper have a clue how to handle themselves and all of us around ghosts. Like come on, us students have been involved in way more ghost stuff. We saved all the adults that one time!
Ugh, whatever. Not important. The point is, I didn’t fall off the building on purpose. The ghost that came and crashed the prom just happened to fly right towards me. As I was just standing there, doing nothing.
… near the edge of the roof.
It caught me by surprise, alright? Like it wouldn’t happen to anyone else. I’m the most athletic kid in school, if a ghost can knock me off my feet, it can happen to anyone.
So yeah, I was basically falling twenty-six stories at breakneck speed.
Heh. Breakneck. You know, ‘cause landing on the ground would break my - you know what, forget it.
But yeah. Whoop-de-doo, this was how the King of Casper High goes, apparently. Being knocked off the building in a random ghost attack. During junior prom of all things.
Aw man, everyone was watching me, weren’t they?
I saw a flash of light from back on top of the roof. Thank God, Fenton was finally getting up off his -
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Nope. Nuh-uh. We aren’t going there, Baxter.
… oh, who was I kidding. If I was gonna die, I was gonna face it like a man. Face everything head on, you know? Especially ‘cause my life was definitely not flashing before my eyes. Which sucked. There would’ve been some memories I would’ve liked to revisit. Like when I scored my first ever touchdown. That was sweet! Or when I got my car and drove it for the first time. Or my first kiss -
- argh, no! No, I was not gonna think about kissing, or think about Fenton, or think about his dark hair and how shiny it is, or think about that little face he makes when he’s excited about something, that one is so cu-
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- I hate everything.
I hate this. I hated the fact that I was falling towards my certain death. I hated that I had been dumb enough to walk off and hang out towards the edge. I hated the fact that I was even at this lame prom in the first place. I hated that I hadn’t been able to come with the person I really wanted to come with.
I hated that the person I wanted to take to prom was freaking Danny Fenton.
There, alright? I admitted it. I could die happy.
Except I wasn’t happy. It’s like whenever I think of him, my stomach does all these crazy flips and stuff like I see him doing in the sky all the time, and I can’t tell if it’s ‘cause I hate him or ‘cause I… ugh, don’t hate him. I’m not going any farther than that, nope.
It doesn’t help that it’s not easy to avoid thinking about him. He’s in the majority of my classes, and beyond that, his stupid face is plastered all over the city. Heck, I walk out my front door and there’s a huge billboard with, like, “HOME OF DANNY PHANTOM” written on it, right next to his picture.
It definitely doesn’t help that it’s a really good picture.
You know, shouldn’t he have been helping me? It wasn’t like him to just abandon a civvie like me to the wolves. The wolves in this case being the concrete that was approaching way too quickly for my liking.
It’s whatever. He’s gotta keep everyone else from falling off the roof too, I guess.
Didn’t keep my stomach from doing a freaking trapeze act when I thought about him swooping down and rescuing me. And then he’d look at me with those pretty green eyes and tell me I’m an idiot and I’d sit there and let him because he wouldn’t be wrong.
Yeah. Whatever at this point, right? Not like I’d be alive long enough to live it down, anyway.
I was the idiot in love with Fenton.
Does anyone else know? God, no. I have a rep to maintain, you know! It’s not easy being me. Like I could ever be seen crushing on a loser, whether that loser was a superhero or not.
I mean don’t get me wrong, they guys on the team are like, super chill. It’s not like I’m necessarily worried about them beating me up for liking a guy or anything, but come on. Hundreds of other guys at Casper High and I had to pick on the one guy that was the worst for me to crush on?
And to be honest, I didn’t really feel like trying to justify the fact that I’d gone out with a bunch of girls before. Again, most of the guys on the team aren’t homophobic or anything, but that doesn’t mean they understand everything, like the fact that bi people exist. Honestly, I bet most people think I don’t understand the fact that bi people exist.
Look, I might, ah, help loser-types understand their place, but I have standards. I’m not gonna be a weird bigot about it.
(Also that concrete was definitely getting closer, where the heck was Fenton?)
Except for some reason, even though I was admitting this to myself, I could hear Kwan’s voice in my head, telling me that I wasn’t being totally honest. Kwan, who would definitely be the last person I would think would suspect my secret.
Which probably meant the voice was right.
Okay, so I might, emphasis on might, be the teeniest bit nervous about approaching Fenton. Not scared! Dash Baxter doesn’t do scared. Just, uhh, a little antsy. Like how I get right before a game.
Argh, fine, a lot antsy.
It’s double stupid ‘cause I have no reason to be. He and Manson broke up like, only a couple months after the whole asteroid thing, and it somehow leaked that he swung both ways a little bit after that. He hasn’t gone out with anyone since, which is kind of surprising, really. I would’ve thought a superhero like him would’ve been snatched up right away.
Especially with how I’ve heard other kids at Casper fawning over him. He’d have the lion’s share of potential partners.
… Oh my God, do not tell me this whole thing was some sort of inferiority complex on my part. I mean sure, I did beat up on him for the better part of middle school and our freshman year, but I stopped, and, again: I’m the King of Casper High. Who wouldn’t want to go out with me?
Apparently my subconscious has decided the one person who wouldn’t want to go out with me is the one person I want to go out with.
Well, no sense in worrying about it. The ground was getting closer and closer, and really, I was kind of surprised that time felt like it’d slowed down as much as it had. And of course, Fenton and that pretty white hair of his were nowhere in sight.
Just my luck.
I closed my eyes. Might as well make my last few moments count, right?
And so I started imagining how things would’ve turned out differently if, let’s say, I’d been able to take Fenton as my date to prom. We would’ve had a blast laughing about Brady, who had definitely been the one to spike the punch and then proceed to chug it. And we would’ve just hung out and talked about sports and space and the stars and anything else he wanted. Then a slow song would’ve come on, and I would’ve taken him out onto the floor and danced with him, hand in hand just like a real couple. His gorgeous blue eyes would’ve had that little mischievous twinkle they get all the time when I inevitably tripped over my own feet while dancing ‘cause I’d be so nervous.
And then he’d laugh and wrap his arms around me, and I would’ve pulled him closer, and we would’ve leaned in all quiet and excited, and his lips would be right there and -
“GAHHH!!”
Okay, I’ve taken some nasty hits during games, but whatever had just plowed into my ribs hurt like crazy. Was it the ground? Was I still alive?
A quick scan told me that yes, somehow I was still alive?
And it wasn’t the ground that I’d crashed into. Or, more accurately in this case, crashed into me.
White hair stung my cheeks as it whipped around in the wind.
“Jeez, Baxter, what were you thinking?” came Fenton’s voice. He set me down on the ground and fixed me with a look that sent my heart racing. “Why on earth were you that close to the edge?”
I couldn’t help it. I closed the gap between us.
His lips were cold and chapped. Totally different than any girl I’d ever kissed.
I broke it off. He stared back at me with his wide eyes. I just grinned and asked, “Wanna go to prom with me?”
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bad boy
All i wanted was for Bard the Ai to write a fanfic about danny falling in love with dash using “i’m in live with a criminal” from britney spears. and this is what i got
Here is a version of the fanfic where Dash is the bad boy Danny's mom warned him about:
Danny Fenton was a normal teenage boy, except for one thing: he was a ghost hunter. He had been possessed by a ghost named Vlad Plasmius, and he had gained the ability to turn into a ghost himself. He used his powers to fight ghosts and protect his town from danger.
One day, Danny was fighting a ghost at school when he was saved by Dash Baxter, the school bully. Dash was a jock and a popular kid, and Danny was surprised that he would help him. But Dash was a good guy at heart, and he had always admired Danny for his bravery.
Danny and Dash started spending more time together, and they quickly became friends. They bonded over their shared love of fighting ghosts, and they always had each other's backs. As they got to know each other better, Danny started to develop feelings for Dash. He was attracted to his strength and his confidence, and he loved the way he made him feel safe.
Dash didn't seem to notice Danny's feelings at first, but eventually he started to reciprocate them. They started dating, and they quickly fell in love. They were the perfect couple, and they were always there for each other.
But there was one thing that Danny's mom didn't like about Dash: he was a bad boy. He was always getting into trouble, and he had a reputation for being a heartbreaker. Danny's mom tried to warn him about Dash, but Danny wouldn't listen. He was in love, and he didn't care what anyone else thought.
One day, Danny and Dash were fighting a ghost when Dash was injured. Danny was terrified, and he didn't know what to do. He used his ghost powers to heal Dash, but he knew that he could have lost him. That's when Danny realized that he was in love with Dash, and he couldn't imagine his life without him.
Danny and Dash eventually got married, and they had a happy life together. They had two kids, a boy and a girl, and they raised them to be strong and brave. Danny and Dash were the perfect family, and they loved each other very much.
But even though they were happy together, Danny never forgot what his mom had said about Dash. He knew that Dash was a bad boy, but he also knew that he was a good man. And Danny was grateful that he had found someone who loved him for who he was, bad boy and all.
The End.
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