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#chuckle sandwich#chuckle sammy#schlatt#jschatt#ted nivison#chuckle sandwich tucker#<- is there a specific tag for tucker because it feels weird to call him chuckle sandwich tucker#chuckle boys#heathers au
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Rewind - Ectoberweek 2020
Acknowledging canon episodes? In my fanfic? It’s more likely than you think.
Also I’m experimenting by adding the links onto this post so lemme know whether this shows up in the tag or not.
Rating: Gen
Warnings: -
Genre: Hurt/Comfort
Words: 2,834
Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Masters of All Time, Families of choice/Found family
[AO3] [FFN]
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“What do you mean, you can’t?” Danny darted around Clockwork, refusing to let him turn away. “Clockwork!”
The ghost sighed, heavily and wearily, and looked down at Danny. “I cannot. It is that simple.”
“But that’s— that’s nonsense,” Danny insisted, gesturing wildly. “You’re the ghost of time! How can you not rewind this and fix it?!”
“I warned you, Daniel, that this would be a permanent change.” Clockwork blinked slowly, as if trying to convey some sort of emotion with his empty red eyes. “You did not heed my warning, or considered yourself above it. Now, you must live with the consequences.”
“But you’re—”
“Not all-powerful, no matter what you might think,” Clockwork cut in, narrowing his eyes. “You have altered the past, despite my warning not to. To travel back again would risk the stability of the timeline entirely. Would you rather see all of reality destroyed?”
Clockwork hummed before Danny could answer. “I would not, therefore I will not allow it to be so. The past has been set in stone, but the future is still malleable. Make it into something you can live with.”
“But…” Danny bit back his automatic response. There was no point. He’d tried fighting Clockwork before, and gotten his ass handed to him as a result. He sighed instead. “Can you at least take me back to Mom and Dad, then? The Portal looked like it blew up after I flew through it, and I don’t know where to find another.”
At that, Clockwork smiled. Or, Danny though it was a smile, at least. A small twitch of the ghost’s lips. “That, I can do.”
“Thanks, Clockwork.” Danny watched as the ghost swung his staff, a portal opening in its wake. “And… sorry, I guess.”
“Apology accepted.” Clockwork floated aside, waving a hand towards the portal. “Goodbye, Daniel.”
Danny nodded back, before flying through the portal. Welp. Time to face the music.
The portal spat him out in Amity Park, near his house. For a moment, Danny paused, considering the possibility that it brought him here because he consider Amity to be his home, no matter what. But then he realized that there was a car parked in front of the garage, one far too fancy for the neighborhood. His parents must’ve come this way, taking one of Vlad’s cars.
Thus satisfied, he flew down, phasing through the front door. No need to be secretive—both Jack and Maddie knew his secret already.
Still, he was surprised to find them both in the living room, apparently trying to clean up the place. Maddie saw him first, her body stilling. And how strange was it, that he found it comforting to see her here, in her cyan jumpsuit, with red goggles over her eyes? (That was weird, right? Danny felt like it should be weird.)
“Danny,” she said, quiet with surprise. “What are you doing here?”
At her words, Jack also looked up from where he was standing. He, too, looked almost exactly like his counterpart from Danny’s own timeline. Except with ecto-acne, of course.
“I, uh.” Danny shrugged, unsure. He felt thrown off by seeing his parents like this. It was almost right, but just slightly off. “Clockwork couldn’t undo it. Apparently the timeline is too unstable, or something. So I have to… stay in this world, I guess.”
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.” She straightened up from her crouch, walking closer to him. “I— It probably won’t be easy, but you can stay with us for as long as you need to. Right, Jack?”
“Of course!” his dad immediately responded, nodding vigorously. “We’re… figuring stuff out, of course. But it’s thanks to you that we reunited in the first place. And you’re our kid!” He grinned, wide and loving, in that typical Jack Fenton way. “Even if the way you got here is a little weird, you’re still our family!”
“I…” He landed, noiselessly. Hesitated for a moment. Then closed the space between him and Maddie, wrapping his arms around her. “Thanks. Both of you. I’m sorry.”
The enormous warm arms of Jack Fenton came up around them. “Don’t be, kiddo. You have nothing to be sorry for,” he rumbled, underlined with an almost audible buzz of his core. It emitted a palpable feeling of family.
“No, but, I…” Danny sighed, crushing his head against Maddie’s shoulder. “It’s my fault. All of this is! I tried going back in time to change the past, to make it so Vlad wouldn’t get ecto-acne so he couldn’t infect my friends with it, but instead you became half-ghost.”
Danny drew a shaky breath, trying to fight past the emotions welling in his throat. They needed to understand. “It’s all my fault! Without my meddling, none of this would’ve happened!”
“Sounds to me,” his mom began, her thin fingers gently combing through his hair, “like you tried to help your friends, Danny.” She clicked her tongue. “Maybe not in the best way possible, but the intention was good.”
“I can’t imagine that Vlad would’ve dealt with being half-ghost much better than I,” Jack added, faint laughter in his voice. “Never mind the ecto-acne. But, of course! That’s how you recognized it!”
“Yeah, um.” Danny drew back from the hug a little. “I can… tell you guys, I guess? About my timeline. The differences, at least.”
“That’d be nice,” Maddie agreed, as Jack’s arms released them. She looked around, and Danny could read the reluctance in her body language, even despite the goggles. “We might have to clear some more stuff before we have the space to sit.”
“We could always sit on the floor?” Jack suggested, shrugging at her look. “Or Danny and I can float as ghosts.”
“Right.” Maddie shook her head, wandering over to the single chair not covered in debris and trash and reaching up to her hood. “If that works for you two, that might be the most convenient.” She paused, frowning at Danny, hood pulled off but still in hand. “But… if Vlad was the one who became half-ghost in your timeline, why are you half-ghost as well, Danny?”
“I, uh.” He shrugged, lifting his feet off of the ground to sit in mid-air. “Became half-ghost in an accident of my own.”
The frown he received from both parents very clearly asked for him to elaborate, so he did. “Okay, so. The point of divergence is the accident in college, obviously. In my timeline, Vlad got hit by the explosion, not Jack, so he becomes half-ghost and stuff. You two, Jack and Maddie, get together, especially since Vlad was cutting contact. You decide to become ghost researchers together and move to Amity Park.”
He paused to gesture to the house around them. “Specifically, you move here, to this specific house. You make it your place of business as well, called FentonWorks. Big neon sign on the front of the building, the basement downstairs becomes a lab, and at some point you two built the Ops Center at the top, which can also be used for inventing stuff. I’m… obviously not very informed of the details, since I was the second kid and you two talked very little about the past. Only,” here he made a face, “ghosts. Everything was always about ghosts.
“Anyway,” he continued, after a short pause to take a breath. “You two have Jazz first, and then me two years later. At some point after that, you start working on a new Portal, full scale, down in the lab. It takes forever to build, because you’re trying to be careful about it, I guess? But you finish it, eventually, when Jazz is sixteen and I fourteen.”
Maddie narrowed her eyes, darting them over his body. The question is clear as day: isn’t he basically fourteen?
“So,” Danny trumped on, ignoring the silent question, “After years of work, their Portal was finally finished! The ultimate proof that ghosts were real! And then it didn’t turn on.”
“It didn’t?” Jack gasped, clearly startled. Danny realized that, somehow, he’d missed the man shifting into his ghost form. “But—”
“It didn’t,” Danny interrupted, holding up a hand. “Because apparently, someone had built a secondary power switch inside the Portal, and they had forgotten to turn it on. So when they plugged in the power, the Portal didn’t turn on.”
There was clear calculation in the eyes of both of his parents, now. Danny continued his explanation before they could figure it out. Needed to tell his story to his parents, for once. He didn’t think he would ever get a chance to tell his actual parents, after all.
“Later that day, after Jazz convinced you two to take a break, my friends talked me into checking out the Portal. Just the three of us, since Tucker was interested in technology and Sam was interested in all things goth and occult.” He shrugged, almost fatalistically. “Sam suggested I take a closer look, and I did. Only, I didn’t realize that the power was still plugged in, so when I accidentally hit the power switch inside…”
“Oh!” Maddie gasped. “Oh, how terrible!”
“That must’ve hurt like hell,” Jack agreed, a painful grimace on his face. It looked strange, the genuine emotional expression with the blue skin, the pointed fangs poking out of his mouth. “Your parents must’ve felt awful, to know that they put their kid in such danger!”
“Well…” Danny made a face. “They kinda… didn’t know? They were both avid ghost hunters, both full of hate towards ghosts. I considered telling them, at first, but then they saw their first ghosts and…” Danny sighed. “I guess I was just scared that I’d be just a ghost to them. That they wouldn’t believe me.”
“That’s… That’s awful.” Jack floated over to nudge Danny. “Kiddo, if your dad was anything like me, I promise you, he would’ve cared.”
“I know.” Danny shook his head dismissively. “I know. That wasn’t why I was worried. I was afraid that they wouldn’t believe that I was me, that I was their son. That they would think that I had hurt or replaced their own kid.”
Maddie touched his shoulder, and Danny jerked, surprised. When had she stood up? Walked over? “Well… At least it is of no concern anymore, right? You’re here now, with us, and we believe you.”
It felt like something had crawled into his gut and died. “Yeah,” he said, with terribly faked enthusiasm. “Yeah, right.”
“It’s not much of a comfort, is it?” Maddie made a face. “I’m sorry. I guess I have very little parenting experience, compared to your actual mother.”
“Honestly?” He snorted. “It makes very little difference. Like I said, she and Dad spent most of the time in the lab, or otherwise occupied with ghost research.”
Maddie clicked her tongue, distaste clear on her face. “Well, isn’t that a waste. They have such a lovely son, and they don’t even enjoy his presence?”
“Well, y’know.” Danny shrugged, trying to ignore the pleased whirring of his core. “They try, now, but with all the ghosts we’re all kinda distracted. Them with trying to catch some for their research, and I with trying to protect the townspeople from the ghosts.”
Jack’s expression visibly brightened—as did the glow around his body. “You’re a ghost hunter! A ghost-fighting superhero! Just like I tried to be!”
“Uh.” Danny felt his brain skip over, then remembered. Somewhere in the blathering when he first arrived, Jack had mentioned that he’d tried using his powers for good. “Yeah, I guess so. But I had a little more success with it.” He grinned sheepishly.
“We should team up!” Jack exclaimed, wrapping an arm around Danny’s shoulders. “The two of us, and Maddie, if she wants to! We’d be a fantastic team!”
Danny laughed, a little uncertain. “Well, maybe. But we’ll need a Thermos to catch the ghosts, and a Portal to dump them back into the Ghost Zone, first. Those were kind of my major tools in managing. And Sam and Tucker, of course.”
“Oh?” Maddie asked, perking up. “Sam and Tucker? You mentioned them before, I think. Are those your friends?”
“Yeah, they… I guess they don’t know me, here.” He sighed, feeling himself drift down closer to the floor, away from his dad’s arm. “They… We were best friends, to the absolute end. Even after the stuff in the lab, the half-ghost stuff, the constant attacking ghosts and hunting them down, they stuck by my side.”
“I’m sorry, kiddo.” Jack landed as well, although unlike Danny, he landed on his feet. “But they’ll be around, right? It might not be the same, but they’re not gone.”
“Might as well be,” Danny huffed. He shook his head. “It won’t be the same. Without the years of shared experiences…”
Maddie and Jack shared a look—not quite as conversational as the ones his parents shared, but a good enough substitute—before apparently deciding to change the topic altogether.
“Why don’t we see if we can clear some rooms upstairs?” Maddie asked, clapping her hands together. “We’ll need at least two rooms clear enough for use, preferably three.”
“Three?” Danny echoed, frowning at them. “You’re not sharing?”
“We haven’t seen each other in years, Danny,” she pointed out, getting up from the chair. “We’re still reconnecting, never mind actually getting together.”
“Right,” he agreed, following her to the stairs. “But you are moving in?”
“Friends can share a house,” Jack pointed out, shifting back to his human form in a flash of white light, and reminding Danny to do the same. “And this way she won’t have to worry about getting kicked out of Vlad’s mansion while all the paperwork and stuff is happening.”
“And I never liked the mansion much,” Maddie admitted with a wry smile. “I liked the Vlad I knew, way back when, but over time it became clear that that wasn’t the real Vlad. I’d been thinking about divorcing him for longer, but… I don’t know. There was no one else I knew, nowhere I could go.”
“Not even to Aunt Alicia? I mean, she’s divorced as well, isn’t she?”
“I… didn’t realize she had married in the first place.” Maddie’s steps faltered for a moment before she continued up the stairs. “I guess I was afraid that she would judge me for marrying Vlad in the first place. I don’t know… It seems rather illogical, now, but I figured I could put up with Vlad well enough. And with his money I could afford my research, even if I had to do it behind his back.”
They stopped in the hallway upstairs, looking around. Danny resisted the urge to grimace. Somehow upstairs was even more of a mess than downstairs had been.
“Which room was yours, in your timeline?” Jack asked, sidling up to Danny.
“Uh.” He carefully stepped past the mess, stopping in front of his door. Or the door that belonged to the room that was his, in his own timeline. “This one. And Jazz had that one,” he pointed over to the room that his sister used. “The one next to mine was a guest room.”
Jack nodded. “Right, that makes sense! You can take that room if you want, Danny. Mads, you can take the other room if you want. The one next to here I used as a lab for a while, so cleaning…”
“Won’t be easy, got it.” She nodded as well. “I’ll take the other one. Let’s start with clearing out this one, shall we?”
“Let’s.” Danny pushed open the door, bracing himself mentally for the whiplash of seeing his room without it being his room.
As a result, he was almost toppled over by the cat that rushed past his legs.
“Jasmine!” Jack cheered, crouching down to pick up the fluffy white thing. “Is this where you’ve been hiding, honey?”
“Well,” Danny said, then stopped. He had no clue what to say. He didn’t even know what he thought of this.
“Well,” he tried again. “At least now I know who picked the name for Jazz, and who picked mine.”
Maddie snorted, gently pushing him into the room. “Personally, I think Danny is a great name, honey.”
“Thanks,” he retorted, eyes darting over the room. It was dark—the curtains were closed despite the time of day—but his night vision was pretty solid. “It’s short for Daniel.”
“And Jazz for Jasmine, then? That’s cute.” She ruffled his hair as she stepped past him, drawing open the curtains. “Hm. we certainly have our work cut out for us.”
“Yeah,” Danny agreed, looking at the piles of he-didn’t-know-what lying around. There was a bed buried in one of the piles, which suggested it might’ve been a guest room at some point. Or used by someone else, before Jack moved in. “And we still need to clear yours, too.”
“Better get working then,” Maddie decided, shaking her head as she crouched down. “Things won’t get better on their own, after all.”
#danny phantom#ectoberweek2020#ectoberweek 2020#dp fanfic#phanfic#phic#danny fenton#jack fenton#maddie fenton#dark writes
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I appreciate the response. Yeah, among other adjustments, had the plot been handled a little differently, I feel like Sam’s relationship with her parents could have evolved into something like that of Danny and Jazz and their parents. And don’t get me wrong; I still like Sam, too.
(In reference to this post and follow-up ask.)
Good to hear from you again 😊
I think there were a lot of things across the board that could have been tweaked or edited to improve the integrity of the series. If I had to boil down the problem with DP to a single point I’d probably say it’s that the most interesting parts of the show are the characters/world/implications but the writers (or some of them anyway - I suspect there might have been some conflict between Hartman, the lead writers and the execs’) wanted certain plots, aesops and gags, and chose to brute-force them in regardless of whether they actually worked with what was already there. Basically, it lacks consistency and internal logic.
For Sam in particular I think there are a few things that could have been handled better:
First one’s more a general complaint at the show and might light a fire under my notes but heck lets go there anyway but the writing has kind of a sexist bent that really doesn’t fit the characters or need to be there. Considering how much Danny and Jack are shown to love and respect Maddie and Jazz there’s no way they’d call their involvement in Genius Magazine “the swimsuit edition”. Paulina might be traditionally feminine but “She surrendered her individuality for a boy! I’m so proud of her!” is not a line that any human girl in the history of human girls would say unironically. There’s also a few too many jokes that basically boil down to “male character is emasculated/ vulnerable/ likes feminine-coded things, hyuk hyuk hyuk”.
I’m bringing this up not just because they’re gross cheap gags but because for Sam specifically, this pervasive low-key contempt for women and femininity in the writing, especially the tendency to portray almost every non-sympathetic girl her age as one-note, brainless boy-crazy cliches that she can’t connect with, really does not help her character. I would have loved to see more genuine interaction between Sam and the other girls, even if it most of it was Kim Possible-Bonnie Rockwaller style antagonistic rapport. We could have seen her develop some kind of tenuous connection with one of the A-listers, or even just have a secondary-female-character to be cordial towards - kind of like Mikey is for Danny and Tucker. Hold up, outside of Valerie, Star and Paulina are there any named secondary girls at Casper High? Sam doesn’t seem to have a single female friend in the show and considering how vocally judgemental she is, it can almost read like she’s rejecting them outright for being girls, which really undercuts attempts to make her seem feminist. (I mentioned it in a past tag but this feels like an early-2000s-male-writer mistake of equating Female Empowerment™ with the ability to tear down other women and belittle traditional femininity - which isn’t so much Feminism as it is Internalised Misogyny.) Even just mixing up the pairings to put her with Star instead of Kwan in Lucky in Love would have helped.
I’d have also liked to see more awareness of and consistency in the conflict between her activism and her wealth. It kind of undercuts the significance of her activism when you realise that she’s wealthy enough to make these choices with little cost to herself; it’s much easier to go vegan or buy renewable/ recyclable /sustainable /fair-trade when price isn’t an issue, especially if you also have serving staff to offset the time cost. Once you notice this it makes her activism feel more tokenistic, and also like she doesn’t really understand her own privilege when she tries to push her agendas onto the school/ her classmates without considering why they mightn’t be able to do so as easily. It’s also weird because the source of her family’s wealth is a cellophane-toothpick-wrapper (i.e. something that basically produces litter) but she still seems very comfortable enjoying the material benefits despite her pro-eco anti-consumerism sentiments. It’s bizarre that she’s more concerned with the social consequence of ‘fake friends’ than the ethics of capitalism. It can come off a bit “do as I say, not as I do”.
It would have been nice for the show to give more screen time to reinforcing that Sam is aware of that conflict and is making an active effort to hold to her principles even at the cost of personal comfort; maybe showing some unease at the source of her wealth, trying to live below her means and only spend up on ethical/ eco-friendly/ sustainable products, op-shopping or hand-making her goth accessories, going out of her way to re-use or re-purpose things even if buying a new one would be ‘better’, actually showing or referencing her doing substantial hands-on activities (e.g. going off-screen or taking the boys to do tree-planting, litter pickups, soup kitchens, animal-shelter work etc). Just something to help make it clearer that she genuinely cares and isn’t just doing the low-mess lip-service activities because she enjoys indulging in the image of Wokeness™.
These things would have helped regardless of how her family was written but let’s hop back on topic and talk about them. I don’t have any prescriptive preference but let’s spitball a few different options and how they could have played:
#1 Sam’s parents don’t respect her interests and want her to fit a mold
In this case I’d make it that they don’t really pay attention or show much caring for who Sam really is as a person; their image of and interactions with her are more of a fantasised version of the ‘perfect’ daughter they want, they make very little effort to encourage her actual interests and are perhaps restrictive about what they let her do in the few moments when they do bother paying close attention (you might compare to some versions of Tim Drake’s Parents from DC Comics). Classist, overly image-conscious, snobby and superficial.
This would be the most sympathetic portrayal of her character without changing it very far from how it is in DP canon - helping contextualise why Sam is so fiercely defensive of her autonomy, why she pushes so hard when trying to get her opinions across and why she’s so judgemental of rich people and disdainful towards classic femininity - even possibly explaining her more hypocritical/ manipulative/ entitled traits as learned behaviours. It would also give her more legitimate reason to be less empathetic towards others - after all even if they have struggles and family troubles it’s still better than what she’s dealing with (Danny’s parents may not be attentive but hey, at least they love him for himself, right?)
For this version I’d probably put her arc around growing past the “suffering olympics” model of viewing other people’s pain, but also in her finding family in Danny/Tucker/her Grandmother’s circle of connections, learning how to have healthy power-balance and communication in her relationships with others (aka: getting over her hypocrisy and realising that assertiveness is about communicating that “I matter, and so do you”) and pulling away from her parents’ influence - maybe even living with Ida a lot of the time.
#2 Sam’s parents are well-intentioned but overbearing
For this one, Sam’s parents would genuinely want the best for her… only they have an overly old-fashioned and restrictive view of what “the best” is and are a bit set-in-their-ways. They’d probably view “hippies” and “goth” stuff as “dangerously rebellious hooligan-activities” and likely to be somewhat patronising about Sam’s passion for it being “just a phase”. They’d be worried about her hanging around “the Fenton Kid” and “the Foley Kid” both because Danny’s parents are kind of irresponsible screwballs about safety but also because they put a lot of value in image due to their belief in social connections being the way to get ahead. Them pushing Sam towards classic femininity and specific activities would be less about disrespecting her identity and more about their overly narrow view of “success” and worrying that she’s going to end up losing valuable opportunities and “wasting her life” if she keeps on down her current path.
This would still give Sam more sympathetic context for her views on femininity and pushiness about self-expression.
Personally I think the arc I’d like to see here is one themed around responsible/considerate assertiveness and valuing alternative perspectives. Sam coming to realise her own hypocrisy - that she can’t push her views onto others while complaining about her parents doing the same - developing more sympathy for Danny as she realises that he’s in a similar position with Jack’s insistence that he’ll inherent Fentonworks and his parents’ narrow-mindedness about ghosts, interacting with other girls and seeing their perspective, learning how to assert her opinion while making allowances for others’ (maybe an alternative version where she connects with Star in Lucky in Love and, after Aragon’s defeat in Beauty Marked, Sam still says she personally thinks it’s dumb but then steps down and lets Star win because she understands that Star values it), and getting her Grandma’s help in convincing her parents to widen their perspective while still responding to their concerns.
(This one has the overall kindest message and I think I like it best).
#3 Sam’s parents are trying and Sam’s actually the problem
This one is the one that’s the least sympathetic to Sam. Her parents still don’t get the Goth/Activist thing and they have some concerns about safety but they understand that it makes her happy and they’re okay with it so long as she’s not getting into trouble or mixing up with anyone that could hurt her. Them pushing her towards more feminine/optimistic things is less pushing and more trying to encourage some hobbies that offer a bit more common ground. They might have reservations, and they might not always have time, but they would like to be part of their daughter’s life… except for the problem that Sam has wrapped herself up in a teen-drama persecution complex and got it into her head that they “won’t accept her” are “pushing her to be someone else” and “don’t understand” so there’s no point even trying to explain or connect. In this one Ida isn’t taking sides on purpose but she ends up accidentally enabling Sam a little because Sam reminds her of her younger days and she likes spoiling her granddaughter (and doesn’t much care for her daughter-in-law).
In this case Sam’s flaws would be framed much more as flaws born of her making superficial snap judgements, thinking she knows better and being too proud to admit she’s wrong. There would definitely be moments of her coming across as an entitled, privileged holier-than-thou brat who invents problems because she likes feeling sorry for herself, especially early in her arc.
This version of the story would go the hardest on Sam with the general lesson being “you need to respect that other people are people who have their own problems, feelings and needs that are as real and valid as yours”. She’d still have good qualities and Danny and Tucker would still obviously like and value her but there’d also be times of strain where they don’t want to hurt her feelings but are clearly getting worn out with the nonsense. At its worst, maybe a “you’re like mustard. Great in small quantities, but a lot of you is…a lot” type confrontation.
I’d also give the secondary cast the most fleshing out, agency and sympathetic-ness here, and have beats where Sam has to realise that they’re lot more complex than her 2D stereotyped view of them and are dealing with actual serious problems to which hers are largely non-issues by comparison. I’d probably play Dash and Paulina similar to in the fic Alibi (go read it, it’s good) - Dash being gay and performing aggression because toxic masculinity, insecurity, and being terrified of anyone outside the A-listers finding out (still not okay that he’s a bully but at least more understandable), while Paulina is hiding high emotional perceptiveness behind her pretty face and deliberately bearding for him to keep bigoted parents/ teachers off his back. I’d also probably have a subplot in an alternate Life Lessons where Sam follows Valerie around because jealous/possessive and, like Danny, ends up realising that she’s working two jobs to help her Dad with their financial problems. Basically she’d be getting hit with the Reality Stick a lot.
There’d also be more instances of Sam getting directly called out by the other girls. Fleshing them out as people and showing that their dislike is less superficiality and more because she unfairly judges and antagonises them all the time. Giving them more agency in Beauty Marked and have them be direct about “we know you’re just here to be smug about how much ‘Better’ you are but have you considered that we’re doing this for ourselves and actually enjoy it?”. Having Paulina be less “tee hee I am indeed a Witch” in Parental Bonding and more “Ugh fine, fine, I don’t really like him that much but you were being so obviously Jealous and Judge-y and I figured if I played a little you might actually step up. But fine, if you’re sure. Here’s your necklace back, I’ll let your dorky ‘friend’ down tomorrow. But pro-tip? You like someone you gotta go for it - otherwise don’t complain when your boy-toy gets taken by someone who actually means it.” (Still petty, but emotionally intelligent pettiness, which… not really much better, but at least more interesting.) A lot more of Sam realising that she’s not a particularly good feminist and that she’s no more entitled to Danny’s affections than anyone else.
To be honest, while I could say the most about this version and there’s a lot of potential drama there it’s the one I like the least because it means canonising my least favourite proto-abusive bad-faith narcissistic reading of Sam, casting her as an almost-villain and essentially punishing her over and over until she character develops into a decent human being. Sure it’s an important message about how you treat others but it’s not a very nice or kind story and while there might be the odd fic that makes it cathartic I can’t say I’m a huge fan.
Again, if I had to pick, I’d probably go with something like #2.
But there we go. Another thrilling instalment in the “overly long posts about Sam Manson” saga.
Hope you enjoyed it and thanks for stopping by!
#Danny Phantom#Sam Manson#Character Analysis#Storytelling suggestions#the mustard quote is from John Green's Turtles All The Way Down BTW (haven't read but heard it and thought it was a good turn of phrase)#there was so much potential in this show#they were really not good at writing girls in particular#cw: mentions of abuse#cw: sexism discussed#anonymous#3WD Answers
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My Danny Phantom Reboot (as was owed for the Phight)
Okay, so first off I should mention that this is going to be less “what if someone made a reboot of Danny Phantom now” and more “what if Danny Phantom was done right to start with.” This means there’ll be more emphasis on storytelling and characters, none of H*rtm*n’s usual shenanigans, but the storyline as it was is going to be more-or-less intact, depending on what I think I can salvage.
So, let’s talk powers.
Danny is going to have all the powers he did in the show, given gradually and with clear foreshadowing. His ghost sense is currently just a bit too conspicuous, so I’ll be changing it from a wisp of cold breath to a chill up his spine, though for the sake of the audience there will be a visual and audio indicator of it, much like Spider-Man’s spider sense. Starting out, he just has that and the three basic ghost powers, though they won’t work properly for a while, and I’ll make it clear that this is because his half-ghost status prevented him from gaining the instinctual knowledge to control them outright. While there are some abilities that he gains during times of stress (like ectoblasts and the ghostly wail) he’ll have to actually practice in order for them to work with any level of consistency.
Like I mentioned, there will be some foreshadowing, specifically when it comes to his ice powers. There’s going to be multiple points where someone mentions that he has cold hands, with many of those people being ghosts to imply that it isn’t a ghost thing. There’ll be more emphasis on Ghost Cores and Core Types. Danny isn’t going to be as affected by warmer or colder temperatures as other people, usually being the last one to need to put on a jacket. He’s going to be somewhat weak to fire-based attacks. And there’s going to be a multi-episode buildup to his powers freezing him.
I’m also going all-in on the space motif. His bedroom is covered in star stickers and NASA posters. He tends to look up at the stars whenever he needs time to think. He isn’t afraid of heights at all because up is good, up is safe, up is home, and flight is the only power he never has trouble with as a result.
And now, for Danny’s parents. First off, for this, they do not want to destroy ghosts. They want to study them, understand them, and keep people safe from the ones that cause trouble. They know full well how little they actually know and how small their sample size is- that’s why they’re working on equipment to actually explore the Ghost Zone in the first place! Yes they’ll screw up, and jump to conclusions, and be a bit too enthusiastic. Yes, they’re working off of some pretty big assumptions, because that’s all they’ve got. But at the end of the day, they’re the first to admit they’re not perfect. And as far as priorities are concerned, they’re parents first, scientists second, and hunters third(if even that).
Jazz and Tucker are already good as-is, as are most of the ghosts, so let’s move on to Sam and the “A-listers.”
So starting off, because I’m not Fartman, I will not be vilifying the popular kids just because they’re popular. For Qwan, we’ve already got the fanon of him being a sweet cinnamon roll who’d be a great friend to everybody if he were just able to say no, specifically to Dash. And with Star I’ll be going with a strong-willed girl who’s fully willing to call the others out when they’re bullshit goes to far, though she’s admittedly got a looser definition of “too far” than she should.
And now the big three. So my interpretation of Sam, Dash and Paulina is that a big chunk of their issues come from them not quite growing out of their jackass middle schooler phase(you all know what I mean). That’s not all of it, or even most of it, but it’s a big enough part that them acknowledging it will be a huge step in the right direction.
In Sam’s case, a lot of it also stems from her need to control as much of her life as she can, which developed in response to how little control her parents let her have. This ranges from harmless (her love of gardening and “ultra-recyclo-vegetarianism”) to really not okay (her tendency to manipulate or strong-arm people into doing what she wants) with her harsh judgement of people and trust issues landing somewhere in the upper middle. All of this to say that she’s a lot more like her parents (and Paulina, to a lesser extent) than she realizes.
With Paulina, while she does still have a lot of problems, being a crazy, obsessive fangirl isn’t one of them. She knows full well that her feelings for Phantom are just a celebrity crush and they aren’t about to get together any time soon (the boy’s dead as far as she knows, for god’s sake!). She’s also very observant, not to the point of finding out the truth about Danny but enough to realize quite a few other important details…
With Dash, all I’m really going to be changing is that his Football Star status absolutely does not give him free reign to do whatever he wants, because I respect Mr. Lancer more than that.
Admittedly I haven’t quite figured out their other classmates yet. And Valerie’s arc is already good as-is, though I won’t be including her getting shunned by the “A-listers” because this version of Star ain’t gonna let that fly. I’m also including Wes, because his antics are glorious and I think I can do some cool stuff with him.
Now, along with giving the characters better characterization in general, I’ll also be giving them their own time in the limelight to show what Danny’s situation looks like from an outsider’s perspective. Valerie in particular ends up as something of a secondary protagonist.
And now we come to Vlad. Oh, Vlad.
Okay, so in this version, Vlad inviting the Fentons to the reunion was a genuine attempt to reconnect. Unfortunately ghostly obsessions are powerful things, and he sort of relapsed into hating Jack and wanting Maddie for himself. Things more-or-less continue as normal, though with his desire to take on Danny as an apprentice coming off as him actually, genuinely wanting to teach Danny how being a halfa works, which makes it a little comically awkward when he tries to turn their battles into a teaching moment. He still becomes the mayor, though this time around it’s because he genuinely thought it was a good idea, and he got voted in legitimately.
Unfortunately it all sort of goes downhill after a while. Due to his current mentality of “tired old uncle just wants to get over his issues and help out” clashing with his obsession with Jack and Maddie, he’s sort of cracking, and the fact that Danny adds an extra layer to both isn’t really a good thing.
And then we get the clones. In this version, they all last a lot longer, and sort of act as Vlad’s minions for a while. The Frankenstein’s Monster-esque one sort of acts as a big brother to the others. He’s also very smart, even if he can’t really say much, and as time goes on he starts to realize that something is very wrong with Vlad. It all comes to a head when Dani is created, because Vlad realizes that even with a human half she still isn’t stable and something inside him just snaps. At this moment, there’s now two Vlads in there; Masters, who’s honestly just tired of all the fighting and pushing people away, and Plasmius, who’s essentially season three Vlad in all of his megalomaniacle obsession-fueled glory. Frankendanny’s destabilization is a big moment in this, as are the other clones holding back Vlad as they’re melting so Danny and Dani can escape at the end of the episode.
Dani still ends up traveling after that, though she’s not just ignored as she’ll be sending Danny postcards of places she’s been and there’ll be a few episodes dedicated to her adventures (with some hints to her instability getting worse.)
D-stabilized is where thing get really crazy. This is because while I’ve been distracting you with my Danny Phantom remake, there’s been a secret, second remake of Fairly Oddparents hidden in the background! I won’t go into too much detail, since that’s not what this is about, but It follows the same structure of apply overarching story, focus on characters, trim off what doesn’t work. Because of this, Timmy happens to be in the same city where Valerie finds Dani (I don’t think they were in Amity Park yet, but I’m not sure) and meets Dani before Valerie does. The episode plays out more-or-less the same (Val uses Dani as bait to catch Danny, gives Dani to Vlad, Danny appeals to her better nature, she finds out that Vlad is an evil half-ghost and that not all ghosts are evil thus shattering her world view) but with the addition of Timmy tracking her down to her weird holding cell/torture room place (seriously, what was up with that?) and then tagging along and somehow holding his own against Fright Knight with nothing but a blaster he managed to swipe from her (since not only does he have to deal with having human allies, but also the fact that magic doesn’t work that well on ghosts, which means no fairy help).
After that, there’s a few breather episodes to the end of the third season, mainly to do with Valerie processing everything she’s just learned.
And then Freakshow gets the reality gauntlet, because I’ve been holding that off until now. Danny gets his identity revealed on live television, the Guys in White are after him, and Freakshow is holding Amity Park hostage until Danny can find the three stones he scattered.
There’s just a few small changes I’ve made:
The stones got scattered across the planet, instead of just the country
There’s no easy way to track the stones unless one gets activated, unlike in the original where they had ecto-signatures
Wes and the “A-Listers” get dragged along for the ride
Because Freakshow isn’t a complete idiot and realizes that it will take a significant amount of time to find the stones, the team has until the end of summer.
Instead of everybody being in cages (since that won’t really work with this time frame) Amity Park is surrounded by an impenetrable dome, and both ghost portals are clogged up. Nobody gets in or out unless the ringmaster says so.
The second and third parts of Wishology and an adaptation of Nicktoons Unite are happening alongside all of this, so along with GIW and ghosts the team is going to be dealing with the Eliminators and The Syndicate.
Carl, Sheen and Libby have somehow tagged along.
We’ll be calling this arc the Road-trip from Hell, and it, along with the other two story arcs, will be taking up the entirety of the fourth season. The other two arcs will experience changes as well, such as Dani going with Timmy, Mark Chang and the Villains to find the Wind Wand due to being in Dimmsdale when it happens, Catman, Chip Skylark, Elmer and Sanjay getting captured along with the rest of Timmy’s friends, Valerie and Tootie getting recruited by Jimmy to fight the Syndicate since Timmy and Danny are busy and they’re honestly the only two options, and Anti-Cosmo being the Fairly Oddparents representative for the Syndicate since Crocker is also busy.
For the sake of storytelling, I should mention that GIW is a fanatical splinter group of MERF in this continuity, and have already been established as major antagonists. Also throughout the season Fairy World is basically going to be a warzone locked in a three-way battle between the Fairies, the Anti-Fairies and Syndicate, and the Eliminators, which all three groups see at one point or another.
The final battle is really going to be four going on simultaneously- Danny and Team Phantom(which by this point will also include the reformed agents O and K, because I like them) vs Ghost Freakshow, the robot army just outside of town, and Lydia; the Nicktoons vs the Syndicate’s doomsday device; Cosmo in his Godzilla form vs everything the Syndicate and the Eliminators can throw at him, and Timmy vs The Destructinator (which will actually be a full-on fight, with the outsmarting thing just being Timmy’s trump card). It’s going to be really cool with a bunch of well-timed jump-cuts and everything.
Then in the aftermath I’m going to basically spit in the face of the status quo. Danny still erases peoples memories of his reveal, but leaves out the new members of Team Phantom (because if he has to remember the road-trip from hell, so does everybody else), and it also doesn’t work on Valerie (or Tootie) since they were in Jimmy’s universe at the time, which is going to be Fun for Danny to deal with when she gets back. Timmy, Chester and AJ are also immune, due to AJ secretly making the three of them immune to memory wipes in general so Timmy wouldn’t have to forget his fairies or go through what happened in the first Wishology again. He would’ve done the same with Elmer and Sanjay, but he didn’t get the chance.
After all that, season five is a return to the norm, other than dealing with the new character dynamics, the Vlad situation, and all the Fairly Oddparents stuff leaking in. I haven’t really worked out all the specifics, since I sort of got caught up in the season four stuff.
Note: For obvious reasons, I cannot actually reboot Danny Phantom and/or Fairly Oddparents. Unless I come up with ideas later on down the line, or other people decide to add their own ideas, this is what you get.
(@phandomphightclub, I did it!)
#danny phantom#dpreboot#fairly oddparents#reboot#concept#phantom phight club#lost a bet#phantom planet isn't canon#this was fun#long post#sorry
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Training: Golden Dicks Award (part 1)
Couldn’t finish POTO on time, so have lewds instead!
So yeah, I did write this in January. Anyways, please enjoy this story which includes hypnotized sex, orgys, sex with “strangers”, chastity, girl on girl, Mommy kink, femdom, biting, basically all the kinks. ^_^ if you need anything specifically tagged let me know.
ALSO: Try to guess who is who!
“You want me to be what?” You stopped with the cup halfway to your lips.
Tae repeated what Jin had said only seconds ago, “Hypnotized during sex.”
Your eyes bore into his, “Why the fuck?”
The seven of you were were eating dinner while Jimin crashed after an extra long rehearsal. Pizza and cold chicken noodles. Beer cans and sodas poured respectively. Jin had asked a not so hypothetical question about you having sex while hypnotized and if you’d be into it or not.
Namjoon explained, “It’s this thing, you see. At award shows and especially since it’s award season, there are a lot of sexually pent up idols. Backstage at those shows, there is a person or two the idols can have sex with to release said frustration.”
“Mm-hmm” You said to encourage him to keep going.
“Those people are often the ‘pets’ of a specific idol or idol group. Since blindfolds are too easy to take off and some pets have qualms about having sex with an idol in a relationship, they’re hypnotized to make sure they can’t remember who they had sex with.”
Hobi spoke up, “The pet had to consent to being hypnotised, of course, as well as having so many partners.”
You nodded, “So you volunteered me?”
“I was talking to Kihyun.” Yoongi spoke. “And he told me they got a new girl to play with. Then he asked about mine...ours...you. He said he wanted to play with you because of how much I brag about you, but there’s never been a moment for our schedules to line up for the chance.”
Min Yoongi bragging about something other than his music was a big deal. Of course they’d want to experience something he bragged about. Your cheeks got warm. Even after spending so long with them, they still mad you feel special.
“His other members overheard and agreed about wanting to have playtime, and then they talked to EXO about it so we said we would see if you’re into it. Award shows are literally the only time we have the chance to do this thing so easily.” He had a hard time looking into your eyes. Still as shy as ever.
Jungkook added, “If you don’t want to, it’s completely ok. There’s a whole monitoring system set up to make sure no one goes too far. Rules and safewords to keep you safe...if you say yes, that is.”
Taehyung nodded, “We’d never put you into danger on purpose.”
You bit your lip, “I’ll do it. Sounds interesting, and I’ll try anything once.”
They thanked you and gave you the consent forms to read over before signing. Yoongi helped explain the technical parts to you while the others got ready for bed. The boys probably wouldn’t sleep but go over lines and schedules and dance moves until they couldn’t keep their eyes open.
You signed all the forms before doing your nighttime skin care and cuddling him to bed.
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The next day was outfit planning. BTS were choosing suits and harnesses while you picked out lingerie and makeup. It had to be waterproof and sweat proof. Since it was the Golden Disc Awards, you decided for that to be your theme. Golden lingerie to be torn off by hungry partners. A shiver went up your spine at the thought.
Hypnotism. Reading the forms, you’d have to show up early to get it done and to make sure it worked. The hypnosis would make you more agreeable and make sure you couldn’t recall who you’d fuck. They were celebs after all. Some were married or dating. Although you really didn’t wanna have sex with someone in a relationship, you wouldn’t know or care while in a trance or even after to be honest.
You were called in to the living room by the boys when they got home. They showed the outfit you’d be wearing. A golden collar with the BTS logo etched to it and embedded with diamonds! A long and large butt plug made of soft gold to train your asshole.
“You’ll need it in case anyone is bigger than Daddy.” Namjoon explained to your shocked expression.
You squirmed at the thought. Cuffs for your wrists and ankles in case someone needed to tie of lock you to something. There were shimmering temporary tattoos that would go around your body, around your breasts. Jungkook had you try on the collar to make sure it fit. You moved your hair out of the way as he clasped it. The collar went beautifully with the sheer white nightgown you currently wore.
The boys bit their lips in agreement. They all looked like wolves and you wanted them to eat you up. Jimin tightly gripped Yoongi’s hand.
“One more thing, (Y/N).” Jin said. “We wanna make sure you remember who you belong to while you’re in there, so we have a mission for you.”
It was a golden chastity belt. Your heart rate picked up as you searched their faces, unsure what this meant.
Jimin answered, “You’ve gotta get 7 different loads in your ass before we will take that off.”
“W-what?”
“That’s right, Princess.” Joonie, purred. “Not just seven anywhere, but in your ass. You’ll have a lot of partners, and we don’t want you getting swayed by a good screw.”
You replied, “I could never forget you or want anyone else more than you guys.”
Hoseok said, “It’s happened before. Not to us, but it’s just to make sure…”
“Alright then. More fun for me.”
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You entered the building freshly washed and shaved everywhere you wanted to be. The hypnotist was not to be seen, but you heard her voice. You sat in the empty waiting room and her lullabye began. A quick glance at the clock, 1:30pm.
Next thing you knew, you were out of breath and going through one of the most intense orgasms ever. Your thighs tensed and your eyes rolled to the back of your head. Blinking a few times, you saw the ground was soaked and you were deeply settled on a dildo chair. It was now 4pm on the dot.
“Now sleep for 10 minutes. When you wake up, your body will be refreshed. All exhaustion will disappear from your body, all tiredness will vanish, and you will be eager to see your owners again. Ready to feel refreshed?” It was familiar but just distant enough for you to not recognize it.
“Yes.” You replied with no hesitation.
“Good girl. See you later, alligator.”
Your eyes closed tight, “In a while, crocodile.” And you fell asleep.
...
When you woke up, your head was on Jimin’s lap. It felt like forever since you saw him! You quickly got up and placed kisses all over his face and his lips. A chuckle and you noticed the others. Bear hugs and long kisses for everyone. You were so eager that you forgot to ask if it was ok. It’d be hard to hide kiss marks and fix makeup if they were en route.
“You’re gonna make me hard again, (Y/N).” Hobi chuckled.
“Puppy.” Tae giggled.
You tilted your head, “Again?”
“No one could stay soft after hearing you moan like that while playing with all those toys. Ah fuck.” Kookie gave you pleading eyes.
Namjoon pulled you into his lap, “I would have thought you’d be tuckered out after cumming so much.”
“How many? I only remember once...and it was good~” You curled up into his chest.
“Twenty total.” Jungkook said. “Once every 7 minutes.”
Yoongi piped up, “Three were anally.” He grinned. “You’re gonna have so much fun tonight, jagi.”
The car stopped. Everyone got out to get ready. The usual chaos ensued. This time, you only had Jihye to help you get ready. Other than the golden treats, you’d be nude. She helped get you tatted up and secured the long glittering red long sleeved dress on you once things dried. Then hair and makeup and into the care you went with Jihye, a Van Christmas plushie, and a bundle of nerves.
All the boys said good luck and assured you they wouldn’t be jealous. They had your heart and soul. They messaged the group chat, still praising the selfie you sent showing how you looked under the easy to remove dress. Soon the building loomed above you. Then you were blindfolded.
You wouldn’t be able to stand all the stares, so you wouldn’t see them as Jihye led you to the room. It was dazzling.
[image here]
She removed your red dress and replaced it with a see through black robe with fuzzies around the sleeves. Then you sat on the bed and eyes the golden rigging and tried to ignore the chastity around your waist. Her voice told you that the cup of water on a nearby nightstand was an aphrodisiac. You took it.
More commands followed, “Remember your owners’ mission. Remember the safe word. I’ll be watching to make sure you stay safe.”
“My mission is to get seven loads in my ass and make sure it stays in until Daddy or Oppa clean it. The safe word is Santa. You’ll be watching to keep me safe.”
“Good girl” The voice praised you. “What percent are you at?”
Opening your legs, you saw a small puddle leaking past your chastity., “80%”
“Get yourself to 90% and then I’ll let the first guest in. Ready?”
“No.” You said. “Tell...tell my owners I love them and then I’ll be ready.” Even with all this security, you were still nervous.
A few seconds later, you heard the voice mumble something. You thought to yourself how you were in a weird in between. Not completely yourself but not a total hypno bimbo either.
“We love you too, (Y/N)!” Seven voices chimed.
You couldn’t help but smile. Your heart was instantly happy at the sound of their voices. Seven boys who you loved and they loved you back.
“Be a good girl for us, alright?” It was Jimin who had been feeling more of a dom this past week.
“I will!” You replied, all doubt gone from your mind.
“Ready?” Her voice returned as clearly as before.
You touched the diamond emblem on your collar, “Yes.”
6:21pm
“See you later, alligator.”
“In a while, crocodile.” And you were out like a light.
You woke up when the door opened. The face was blurry, but your subconscious let you know everything was fine. Horny. You were very horny.
Command #1.
You stood, “Hello, what do you want me to call you?”
“Your King.” He replied. “I am a he. One of the hosts of the show tonight.”
You smiled, “My King, what will you call me?”
A chuckle, “Your pretty is at your service, my King.” You bowed low. “Will you please play with me?” The words were your own, but said with such a desperate voice.
“C’mere.” He said.
Without a second of hesitation, you left the area which you stood and went in front of the sweet smelling man. He held your hand to pull you closer. A finger on your chin made you lift your head. So close and you had no idea who he was.
“So you belong to BTS, huh? You know I worked with [redacted] while we played [redacted] on [redacted].”
“Of course, my King.” You were not allowed to remember who they were or any facts to recall them by other than the names.
He looked to his left, “Seems I’m not allowed to kiss you.” The man sighed and then sat in the chair nearest the bed, unzipping his pants. “It’s fine. I have another use for those lips of yours, my pretty.”
You rubbed your thighs together, “What is it, my King?”
“Clean my sword, my pretty?” His voice was like velvet and his tall frame invited you closer.
Not even realizing it, your knees hit the ground and you took his thick length into your mouth.
“Of course, my King.”
Your makeup mad been set but your gold lipstick would probably rub off a bit on his cock. Your King’s hands soon went to your hair. You kept sucking. His sweet scent mixed with his natural musk. So this is what this singer’s cock looked like.
Even before you became Bangtan’s pet, you had listened to his group’s music for years. Right? Your brain was too hazy to recall the facts right now. Your King said he’d be busy for most of the night, so this was his only chance to try you out tonight. His good spots which made him moan the loudest were easy to find. He struggled not to buck his hips and apologized everytime.
“Sorry, just so good! Your mouth is so hot!” Your King’s grip tightened. “I’m fuck--! Gonna shoot!”’
You needed it in your ass, so you tried to speak. He shoved you right back on.
“Don’t have time...for new...position…” he groaned out. “Ahh~~~~” He came with a broken moan.
His heat coated your tongue with its tang, and you didn’t stop sucking.
“Look at me, my pretty.”
Your eyes met his. He smiled and then collabs back into his seat. Command 10. You swallowed the white thickness and showed him.
“Good girl.” He pat your head and then stood. “I gotta go. Hopefully we can play again.” He zipped up his pants and fixed himself up in the mirror by the door.
“Mmmmm…” You tried to call out his name, but that wasn’t the one he gave you to call him. “My King, I hope so too.”
The door closed behind him. Blinking, you cured yourself for not having secured his load in your ass. You were still dressed completely. You sighed and cleaned up. Commands 20 and 22. Get wipes to clean and pop a mint.
Not even 7 yet. An hour and two other men had come and gone only for a quick succ. The last of this newest mint dissolved when you heard muffled conversation. Then the door opened and two men entered. One with beautiful thick lips and the other looking down at the ground.
“Hyung, are you sure about this?” English. The shy one spoke English.
“You’re the one who begged me to come with you since you didn’t wanna do this alone.” Then he scoffed. “You’re not even looking!” You stood and saw his eyes looking you up and down. “Trust me, this is a sight to see.”
The other refused to look at you. Tight black pants. White dress shirt. Black leather chest harness...you’d probably forget later, so you stopped taking notes. The confident one began to strip and hand his clothes up, leaving his buddy in order to tend to you.
“Hello, what do you want me to call you?”
He thought for a moment, “Call me 여보, and call him 자기 야. We wanna roleplay.”
You smiled, “My dear husband, what if your name for me?”
“You’re my wife of course!” He returned your grin.
“Of course, how silly of me. 자기 야 what about you?”
He looked away when you tried to look at him, “Umm, babygirl?” That name sent more shivers up your spine than usual with that accent of his.
Your husband kissed your cheek, asked what you had done while he was away. You gave when you believed to be the most Thai Korean housewife answer. He noticed your collar and grinned. You were pleasantly surprised when he slid his hand into yours and slowdanced with you a bit. At least he was a bit of a romantic. You asked about his work which he said was hard.
“Brought a coworker home to join the fun if you don’t mind.” Both of you looked at the nervous platinum blonde in the corner.
You grinned, “I don’t mind one bit.”
“I...I’ll just watch if you don’t mind.”
“He’ll join sooner or later, wifey. Let’s get you undressed.”
You husband took off your robe and had you lie on the bed. He asked what you were wearing. Right. The chastity. Command 32.1a.
“My ass has been feeling rather empty these days, so I thought a few hot cocks would help fill it.”
“How many?” Hubby asked, caressing your arm tattoos.
“Seven.” You replied breathlessly. His gaze was so hungry.
He smirked, “Wow, but of I should’ve known.”
“Seven?” The new kid asked, stunned. “At once?”
Your husband chuckled and replied, “Probably not, ya dingus! She means she has to have seven loads of cum in her ass before she can play with her pussy.”
“Ohhhh…”
Hubby had you turn over and saw the golden plug in you. He took it out and said how nice and clean it was.
“Guess this means she can fit you and [redacted], maybe even at the same time.” He set it on the nightstand. “Hand me the lube and take off your pants. There’s a chair right there.”
The other did as told. Your ass got nice and lubed up allowing your husband to slip inside without trouble. His thrusts began slowly. He asked how much you could take.
“As much as you give me, my husband.”
He chuckled, “Have you cum yet?”
You shook your head. Wow, this guy actually cared. He said proudly that he’d make sure he’d be the first one to get you to orgasm tonight. Then your husband whispered for you not to cum until his friend wanted a turn. Such a nice guy.
“Now be a good wifey.”
His hips sped up as his condom covered tip hit your insides. Felt--really--good. Made you drip on your belt even more. He did his best to keep quiet. From the corner of your eyes, you saw his coworker start to stroke himself.
“Her face is so good, hyung.”
Only cuz it felt so good to finally be penetrated. You wanted to cum because you felt like you were gonna burst, but your husband had told you not to. Not yet. And you were such an obedient wife. With a glance, you could tell the friend had contacts in. Light blue? White? Your husband hit such a good spot inside of you that you gave out a moan and smiled.
The vouyer was so obviously turned on, his cheeks had gone scarlet. You really hoped he’d say something and let you have release, but he stayed quiet. Even his moans had an accent. What was it? It was hart to think with rock hard cock up your ass.
“If you want in, all you gotta do is ask. Umph!!”
“Fuck! 여보!” You cried out at a particularly rough thrust.
“I want...her ass.” The other grunted. “Please, hyung. It looks so good.”
“Finally gonna join, 자기 야?” You panted out.
He nodded and slipped on a condom, but you him to give you everything. “You’re clean, right?” You asked.
“Yeah.”
You grinned and wiggled your hips, “Then raw me, 자기.”
He grabbed your hips and let you slide on slowly. You buried your face in his chest as your body shuddered through your first orgasm of the night. You caught your breath.
“You ok?” Jagiya asked.
“Yeah. More than ok.” You giggled. “I just came.”
As you bounced on your love’s cock, your husband winked at you. Good job. You love was on his back while you rode him. The smug look on his face was so cute especially with his bright red blush showing through his foundation.
The other was shocked, “Already?”
“Mmmhmm. Your dick is so good, 자기 야~”
“You made my wife cum before I could.” Hubby pretended to be annoyed. “Guess I should just watch you two, now.”
The younger asked his hyung to join, to fuck your mouth. He happily agreed and the fourth meaty tip entered and got pampered by your tongue. He praised your technique. You were glad that they had more time to play with you, and didn’t have to jet before filling you up. They’d better fill you up in the right spot.
“God, you look so fucking hot with hyung’s cock making you drool all over yourself.” He flicked your nipple and chuckled as you tightened. “Oh, so your nipples are sensitive, huh?”
He teased your breasts and you moaned on the dick that was now fucking your throat as you bounced, getting excited with every twitch. You felt so fulfilled and safe. You husband’s coworker had warmed up quickly after seeing how it was done. He could do anything with you.
Your nipples were so hard as they were now being sucked and tugged on between his teeth. So that’s how this rapper did his job so well. Wait...rapper? Was he a rapper? Either way, his friend, your husband from a whole different group from the same company was just watching as he didn’t wanna cum yet but your mouth was so good.
“Y-you’re twitching a lot, 자기 야~”
He laughed and let his moans drip from his lips, “Yeah. I am...gonna...gonna cum!”
His hands grabbed your thighs and held you down on his large cock as he came inside. You felt the heat inside, but it wasn’t the only one. Your husband had to come too, so he shoved his dick inside after lifting you off his friend’s. Your breasts landed on his face as more white heat coated your insides. Moans and deep grunts soon turned to heavy breathing as you were plugged up with gold once more.
The younger one held you up while the older got you water. They made sure you were ok, cleaned up for you, and then left. Fifteen minute nap.
It was a long break before the next interesting group arrived in heels and lace. Night ponytails and lipstick. Three girls. Blurry faces. Stronger than before. Must’ve been easily recognizable. All you knew is they weren’t all from the same idol group...⅔.
“She’s so pretty!” One of them said.
You instantly blushed. Compared to her you were pretty? “Hello, what do you want me to call you?”
The most mature aura spoke, “I’m Mistress.”
“Princess.” Said the one with a soft voice.
“Call me Mommy.” A stern but young voice said.
“And you’re our darling.” Mistress replied. “Our darling sub, so don’t even think about muffling your noises, ok”
A shiver, “Yes, Mistress.”
They got undressed and looked at the rules. Said it was a shame they could kiss any of your lips, but you could kiss thiers.
“Now come to Mommy!” She spread her legs and beckoned you to her.
Although you felt a bit shy, you did as told. She tasted so sweet. The others began frolicking and smooching. You couldn’t kiss anyone until one of your owners visited you, but also you were sure they wouldn’t visit until it was time to unlock you. God, their lips looked soft.
“Focus, darling.” Mommy shoved her head back into her crotch.
“Sorry, Mommy.” You said and began to suck on her nub, making her moan.
“It’s...ok, darling.” Her fingers traced the nape of your neck, making you feel giddy.
Lips kissed up both your legs and left dual trails up your back. Your cheeks felt like they were steaming. The boys hadn’t had you play with many girls, so you were super excited to have these playmates.
Mistress spoke, “Princess, you wanna trade places with our golden toy, so I can try her out?”
Mommy’s golden brown high ponytail fell against her shoulder as you looked up to see her smiling at you. She caressed your face as she let out a breathy moan. Soon, you were pulled back and dark brown hair of her fellow member now resided between the dancer’s legs.
“So, what’s this?” Mistress asked as she poked at your butt plug.
“My owners said if I get and keep 7 loads in there, they’ll unlock me.” Why did your voice sound so desperate and far away? Were you really so turned on?
A grin spread across her red lips, “How badly do you want your pussy to be pampered?”
“So badly, Mistress! AH!” You gave a short shriek as she twirled your nipples between her fingers.
You wanted to kiss her...but you couldn’t. Instead, you closed your eyes and let pleasure take over. Such a beautiful strong woman playing with you like this.
“Then we’ll get you closer, subby, don’t you worry.”
You nodded and let out another moan. Mistress licked her lips and tasted Mommy’s essence. Technically, it wasn’t a kiss.
“More, Mistress. Please?” You felt like sobbing because with every tug, lust shot straight to your lower stomach and a nice climax was building up so surely.
“Not yet.” Was her stern reply. “Unless you do a good job of showing me how much you want it…” Mistress sat on the edge of the bed and made you face her.
She made you straddle her leg and told you to cum by humping it. But...you couldn’t...the belt. Her eyes told you it was no use to try to ask for another way, so you started moving. You felt nothing. No stimulation other than your legs grazing her’s. This time you did sob while leaning on her shoulder.
Taking a peek, you saw the soft spoken Princess pleasing her group member who was writhing and panting. She giggled as she saw your desperate state.
“You’re too mean, [redacted]. I thought you only tortured boys like that.”
“True, but I just wanna tease her~ She’s too cute not too~” she kissed your cheek and you whined.
Begged, “Please, Mistress, I need more. Please? I can’t cum like this.”
Princess giggled as she seemed to return to the bed with a basket. Mommy pulled the purple strap on with ridges. You hips worked harder as you saw them start the next level. You wanted that to be you.
“She looks so jeal-OUS! FUCK [redacted] be more gentle!”
“You like it when I do that”
Princess pouted, “Yeah, but still.”
Mommy kissed her on the shoulder and started thrusting as she gathered her bottom’s hair into her hand. You were still losing your mind trying to get some sort of relief.
Your head was shoved in Mistress’s chet, “If you’re going to suck at something, it should at least be useful.”
And so you licked and sucked at her breasts and she threw her head back with a moan.
“That’s more like it!”
Minutes of sweet torture passed. Moaning of three different girls enjoying themselves and none of them were you. At least, not the same way. Your head was pulled back to see a toothy grin and then you were face to face with Princess. You were told to stay. The squirt of a lube bottle filled you with joy. Ironic for some reason.
“Is it--oh, oh yeah~ Is it true you don’t even recognize us?” Princess asked.
Mommy replied, “She knows who we are, but the hypnosis has lots of little programmings in it. Probably even more than when I did this one year.”
“You did this?” Mistress asked.
“It was for a different event, but yeah. Helped me learn Korean faster.”
“Who am I?” The bottom asked.
Her name. You knew it. Wanted to say it’s natural beauty, but “Princess.” was your reply.
She giggled and called you cute once more. Now something was sliding into your ass. Finally! A smooth but thick strap on was thrust into your ass. Mistress was so good and gentle with you until she licked your shoulder. More sporadic. Princess’s pert nipple between your lips while Mistress made you see stars. Called you dirty little praises. Growled in gorgeous.
You’ve never moaned so much before in front of complete strangers! It felt like your body was on fire! Kisses on your neck and nibbles on your ear. You knew she wanted to bit your shoulder by the way she kept licking the same spot.
“I...it’s ok, M-M-Mistress.” You replied between breaths and whimpers. “Mark me. Wreck me.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes.” A swift reply.
Her teeth sunk into you shoulder and you clawed at the pillows between your thighs. It hurt so good. It was as if one of those sticky hands had been slammed against a wall as your orgasm raced through your veins. You wanted to do werewolf play with the boys again soon. So wet as she slid out of you and pushed her hair back.
“Fuck, Mommy! I’m gonna cum!”
You felt your tired body move. Ass high. Something new was stuck in it.
“Get her to squirt into the funnel. We’ve gotta give our subs the proper rewards.”
The fog from cloud nine was still too thick for you to wonder if this counted. It better. You thought. A high pitched moan. Heavy breathing. A knock. They kissed your cheeks goodbye and had to go before clean up. With weak limbs, you made sure the plug was back in before you knocked out.
When you opened your eyes, you saw long hair. Was it really?
“Glad you’re finally awake. Of course...you’re not actually awake are you?”
You shook your head. Still hypnotized. He chuckled and took off his blazer. Rolled up his sleeves. You were suspended on a rig by your arms.
“Like I said.” He looked at his selection of toys. “Y’Know, when I heard Bangtan’s latest pet was the one volunteered to be fucked this year, I thought ‘No way! Those boys are way too nice to have such a pet. There is no way they’ll hold up’ but I also knew I had to see you for myself. So here I am.”
Command 1. “Hello, what would you--”
“Right.” He interrupted. “Call me...oppa. I don’t hear it much anymore, so it’d be nice. And I’ call you 애인. Ok.”
“Yes, oppa~” You crooned.
He smiled, “Oh, this is gonna be fun.” He grabbed a longer than average flogger.
You were locked to what seemed to be like a clothing rack. Your front and back were exposed and you couldn’t move your arms or legs.”
“What’s the safe word?” Oppa asked as he stalked towards you.
“Santa.” You replied. “Santa is the safeword, Oppa.”
“Good job, 애인.”
Leather stung your back. You had wondered before if he knew how to use such a toy. The answer was yes. The biggest yes ever.
“Don’t hesitate to use your safeword if you don’t think you can handle it. I’ve played for many years. Broken a lot of pets. I wanna do it safely.”
“Ah!” You cried out from another lashing.
He laughed, “Understood, 애인?”
“Yes, oppa.” You giggled. “But if you’re trying to break me, I expect actual effort.”
“What’s that?” Several lashings in a row.
You were reminded of your training week with Yoongi as you swallowed down air.
Such a confident man just pulled out the Brat in you, “You’re going easy on me, Oppa~”
He cracked his knuckles, “Is that so?”
Oppa switched to a riding crop. You were gonna be so red! But nothing you couldn’t handle. Thwap! He used his bare hand to smack your ass. It stung. You wanted him to do it again.
“Harder, Oppa!” You giggled.
He went harder, slapping your ass with everything he had and then some. It wasn’t enough. You wished Jungkook or one of your Daddies were doing it with their rings on. “They’d mark you up real good.
“Oppa?” You pouted. “Do you want me to behave?”
“It’d be nice.” He replied.
You grinned, “It’s be nice if you actually made me.” and you stuck out your tongue.
There was a fire in his eyes now. For a second you were nervous as he scanned you. The intense gaze made you squirm. Oppa approached the freezer. Yep. The room had literally everything.
You couldn’t see what he pulled out until he turned around. Yeah. You were screwed.
“I was gonna play nice and warm these up for you, but since you wanna be all sassy to your Oppa.”
He clipped the cold metal to your nipples slowly and you tried so hard not to move. So fucking cold! You were so bad at temp play, especially cold. And your sensitive tits. Oh god. You became a whimpering and squirming mess within seconds.
“Where’s all that fire gone, 애인.?” He chuckled and got ice to rub all over you.
With every touch, the ice glided on your warm skin gnd made a trail of goosebumps spring up. The fire had been snuffed out by the water from melting cubes of ice. You whined.
“애인.~” He crooned. “Use your words.” His hands tugged at the nipple clamp chain.
The shock make you throw your head back and moan embarrassingly loud. “OPPPAAAA~~”
He had a deviously giddy grin, “Yes, 애인?”
“Please, umf, please. I need….”Suddenly, you were very embarrassed to be so needy and got quiet.
“What do you need, hmmm?”
You bit your lip, “I need...inside me...please oppa. I’m so--AHH!”
Mature hands placed ice cubes right on your nips and rubbed in small circles. The sudden frost dripped lust right into your building orgasm.
“I didn’t hear you~” Oppa chuckled.
“I need something inside of me, Oppa! Please! I can’t stand being so empty~.” colden chains rattled as you tried to shift. “My ass needs you, Oppa~”
Your tone was now sweet and desperate, but you had not been broken. Maybe a little bit of you had bene tames, but it wasn’t what your Oppa wanted. He wanted you crying and begging for more of whatever he gave you. Wanted you desperate for his very existence as so many of the idol world was already.
Oppa rubbed the ice up your neck and down your legs, “Not yet. You’ve yet to apologize for being such a bratty girl. Anything said now would just be cheap, so…” The last bit had melted, “I need to punish you.”
“I understand, Oppa.” Your golden lips formed a pout.
His hands lifted your chin to look into his brown eyes, “Don’t look so sad. If you’re good, the punishments won’t get worse.” Cold air hit your lips as he held an ice cube near. “Open up, 애인.”
You opened your mouth and in the ice cube went. He told you to hold it between your teeth and not to break it or let it drop. Then he grabbed the flogger once more and stood behind you, but not before taking off the rest of his clothes to let dry. He put on your lace robe instead.
Your inner brat wanted to make a joke about how he was used to dressing up in “women’s” clothing, but you weren’t in the position to speak. His cock. You had to have itins ide you.
“Remember the safe word?”
You nodded.
“Wanna use it now?”
You shook your head. The anticipation of leather hitting your skin. You wanted this. When it connected, you struggled not to bite down too hard. It was so much more effective with your guard down now.
“That’s more like it, 애인.” Twack. Twack!
You focused on the ice cube, on not breaking it and not letting it go. It was the only thing keeping you from reaching your climax. Then Oppa was in front of you once more.
“Do you wanna get fucked by me or not? I could be pounding you into a mattress by now if you’d just break it of drop it on the floor.” He held his hand out. “Release.”
The ice cube dropped and you were panting. Dripping. You looked up at the older idol expectantly. He looked at you up and down. Your sagging limbs and desperate gaze. The water glistening on your skin. He kissed your cheek.
“Fine.”
You were released into his arms and he got you to the bed. Hot kisses on your skin. Lube. Another cock inside your cum filled ass.
“Oh, 애인, you’ve been hiding this.”
Words tried to leave your mouth, but he sushed you. Oppa loved to kiss the back of your neck and all you could do was moan. You tried to call out his name, but only “Oppa” came out. He was so good! It was if you’d give up all your breath if he could keep fucking you like this. Your face was sideways on the bed.
“You love this, don’t you? Trying so hard to hold on and not let yourself beg. I know you want to.” A firm slap on the ass. “I’ll take good care of you.”
“What?” You asked .There must’ve been something you missed in your dazed state.
He stopped thrusting and turned you to face him, “If you cum before I do, you’re coming home with me. Deal?”
Although you weren’t sure you could make it, you were a bit cocky, “Deal.”
The glint in his eyes got sharper. You were in deep trouble. His hand grabbed your hair like a pro, and he pulled your head up, making your back curve. The boys had put you in this position before, making you feel oh so good that your body even buzzed in its sleep. However, he hit a spot inside your ass that made you yelp.
“So cute…” Oppa giggled. “Also, dry orgasms don’t count, so shiver all you want.”
“Ok, oppa~” you replied, gripping the gilded headboard.
Hot kisses and deep growls offset your desperate mewls. Although the angle made you see stars, you tried your best to ground yourself. There was no way you were cumming first. So what if you forgot how to speak and only drool was coming out of your mouth?
“Santa!” You called out as a wave of an orgasm threatened to break.
He stopped, “Are you ok? I’m sorry, 애인.”
“Nnnnooo--fine--it-ah!” You spoke through your shivers and knew it was dry. Just intense. “Yoongi oppa.”
You couldn’t recall the words you had just said.
Oppa grabbed your hand and rubbed circles on the back with his thumb, “It’s ok. I’m here.”
When you caught your breath and regained most of your senses, you got him to continue. He grabbed your waist and pounded your behind. Oppa told you to hold on and began to curse and mumble under his breath. He was twitching like crazy. Was he already--?
“애인! I! Ah fuck! Cum-ming!”
Liquid warmth filled your ass. You both panted as the high wore off. Then oppa slid out and plugged you back up. You were rolled onto your back. All you could do was look up at him and grin.
“I won.” You said drowsily.
Oppa chuckled, “Yes, you did.” He kissed your cheek. “Good job, 애인. BTS is lucky to have someone like you.”
Then he got some wet wipes, cleaning you off first. He took his time asking if you were ok and looked you over. He rubbed lotion all over the whip marks and kissed them as you recalled how to breathe properly.
“You should’ve told me that you were in love with them.” He said, fixing his tie in front of the mirror. “Then I never would’ve made such a stupid bet.” Smoothed his lapels. “See you around, (Y/N).”
You blinked and the door closed behind him. It wasn’t long until a group of five were your next toys. One of them had lost a bed, so he got pegged by you. His cheeks were red, but he couldn’t hide his enjoyment.
The other members had an orgy of their own while he learned something about himself. You were glad you got to be a domma. One of the others wanted to try as well. He began to cry because it felt so good.
“We’ll talk to your owners and set up a proper play date.” The first one said.
They both thanked you and left. It was break time, so you were put into proper clothes and went to eat. It was funny. You knew what you had done, but you couldn’t recall who it was with or many of the sensations now that you had returned to your own mind. Like you had watched it through a Go Pro and not yourself. Probably safer that way.
While being moved backstage, you saw Got7. Because they were close with BTS, you considered them friends and snuck up behind BamBam to finger taze his sides. He jumped and them smiled once he saw you in your red dress.
“(Y/N), glad that we got to meet a second time today.”
You cocked your head, “What do you mean? THis is our first time meeting in two months cuz of your tour.”
“Ah, right. My mistake.” He chuckled and pat your back before you continued on your journey for a good meal.
As you were ushered along, you looked back at BamBam and accidentally ran into one of the Stray Kids Aussies.
“Oh, sorry, Chan.”
His face got super pink, “Errr..no...no problem.”
You bowed to each other and parted ways. Oh, you couldn’t wait to see what there was too eat. Apparently, hypnotism made you hungry.
#BTS#Bangtan#Kim Seokjin#Min Yoongi#Jung Hoseok#Kim Namjoon#Park Jimin#Kim Taehyung#Jeon Jungkook#Jin#Suga#JHope#RM#Jimin#V#BTS V#Jungkook#x Reader#reader insert#Lemon#Stray Kids#Got7#Red Velvet#Blackpink
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we are all walking each other home
AO3 || FFN
(This is the silliest thing I’ve ever written. I don’t need to tag this body horror or gore or nothin’. I used the humor genre on FFN! Hope you guys like a good dose of the kids just goofin’ through another Fenton tech fiasco. Fic title comes from Mother Mother's "Family," because these kids are so good and I love them to bits.)
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Tucker’s only on question three of his algebra homework and already wants to go back to grinding out a few more levels on Doomed in lieu of finishing when his phone goes off. The 8-bit Ghostbusters theme means it’s Danny, which hopefully means a fun—albeit potentially life-threatening—distraction. He’ll take what he can get.
He tosses his pencil down, flippin his phone open with a flourish. “Tucker Foley speaking. If it’s the Box Ghost again I want a divorce. Also, all my DVDs you keep hoarding. It’s been like three months since you borrowed—”
“ICAN’TCHANGEBACK!”
He blinks, takes a second to mentally untangle the panicked syllables—garbled even more so by the ear-prickling fuzz that means Danny’s in ghost mode. “Uh. Have you tried thinking happy thoughts?”
“TUCKER!”
“Okay, okay. Loop me in, ecto one. What happened, where are you, do I need to come charging in to rescue you triumphantly at the last second, et cetera.”
A painful crackle of static makes him pull the phone away from his ear. Sounded like Danny breathed an exasperated and loud sigh into the speaker. Rude much? “No, I don’t need RESCUING. I’m home, alone. Jazz and my parents are at that conference-luncheon thing for gifted academics or whatever—“
“Which you’re still not jealous about.”
“—shut up, bigger problems—“
Tucker rolls his eyes, leaning back in his computer chair. “Uh-huh.”
“ANYWAY. I promised my dad I’d clean the lab but I kinda spaced out, so I went ghost to speed things up but I accidentally knocked some stuff off the junk table and when I picked it all up one of their gizmos shocked me and now I can’t change back and they’re gonna be home any minute now and I don’t know what to do—“
“Whoa, stop, slow down. It’s cool.”
“It’s REALLY not.”
“Sure it is. Text Jazz, tell her there’s a ghost emergency at the house, make sure she stalls your folks any way she can. I’ll be over ASAP to look at whatever you zapped yourself with, see if I can’t find the undo button you’re too spazzed to notice. You call Sam yet?”
“No. Her mom dragged her to that thing at the country club today, remember?”
Oh, right. She’s probably dying for any excuse to get out of small talk hell, but this doesn’t sound like something that warrants busting out Plan E. “Alright, just you and me then. See you in fifteen. Don’t just float there and panic ‘til I get there, dude. Finish cleaning the lab or something.”
“Yeah. Yeah, okay.”
“You’re not, like, blistering or turning weird colors and not telling me, right?”
“What? No. I’m just stuck. It feels kinda weird when I try and change back, but that’s it.”
“Okay, just checking.” He hums. “Sounds like some kind of anti-Specter Deflector.”
“Sure felt like it. It looks like a friggin’ Bop-It though.”
Tucker snorts as he slams his algebra textbook shut, getting to his feet. “Your parents are gonna get so sued when their ghost hunting tech goes mainstream.”
“You mean my dad is. He does most of the original designs. My mom’s just the one who makes ‘em work.”
“Like I said, so sued.”
“If I touch this and a recording of your dad goes off ordering me to ‘flick it,’ I will die and I will haunt you.”
Danny, hovering the usual two-and-some-unnecessary-feet off the ground, rolls his eyes. “Gross. It’s not gonna say anything. At least, it didn’t when I touched it.”
“Maybe you didn’t flick it right.”
“Gross. I’m pretty sure the original Bop It didn’t have a ‘flick it’ option anyway.”
Tucker picks the wandlike device up, careful of the frayed wires dangling out of its spherical hilt. It’s done up in the usual slick neon green and polished chrome of Fenton tech, surprisingly free of any Jack Fenton-themed stickers. Mrs. F has definitely had her hands on this, which means it’s at least halfway functional.
Color scheme aside, it really does look like a friggin’ Bop It. Hasbro will have words with the family Fenton if whatever-this-is ever goes out with the rest of the gear they pass around Amity Park like slightly corrosive candy. He turns it over, watching it catch the lurid light of the open Ghost Portal. “What’s this bit s’posed to be then?”
“Uh. ‘Pull it,’ I think.”
Tucker snorts. “Oh, because that’s so much better. You try either to set it off?”
Danny loops a little closer, fluid and boneless in the movement even though he keeps his legs as-is. He always reminds Tucker of betta fish when he’s ghost mode, for some reason. Must be the aura; it makes him blurry no matter how you look at him. “No, like I said, I bumped the table and a bunch of stuff fell off. All I did was pick it up.”
“You touch the wires?”
“I dunno, maybe? It shocked me as soon as I touched it.”
“Hmm.” And that’s the trouble with Fenton tech; it’s all brand new. They’re building better mouse traps for mice that can walk through walls, disappear, and fly. Danny’s parents have to get crazy with their designs. “Any idea what it’s supposed to do?”
“No. I only pay attention when they give their inventions names.”
“So what you’re saying is you’re useless.”
Danny throws his hands up irritably. “I’m the one who’s stuck here.”
“Yeah, yeah. What’s the word from Jazz?”
“She convinced my parents to pick up dinner, so that’s bought some time.” He fidgets, nervous. It always makes Tucker’s eyes feel funny when Danny does that in his periphery. “The Specter Deflector lasts twelve hours.”
“We don’t know if this’ll last as long. Even if it does, you’ll still be good before school tomorrow.”
That mollifies him a little, at least enough to stop with the honest-to-god hand wringing for a minute. “Y’think so?”
He shrugs. Sure, he thinks so. He also thinks it could be a half dozen other things, none half so reassuring. “I could try zapping you again, see if it undoes whatever’s keeping you from changing back?”
Danny winces. “Pass.”
Figured not. He gives the device a few cautious pokes and twists to see if he can make it do anything. He gets some humming, a flush of neon green light down the circuitry patterned across it, a few painful sparks off the wires. Danny skirts back nervously when it does that. It must’ve really hurt when it zapped him, because when he’s ghost mode he can shrug off a frankly scary amount of damage no problem. He looks okay, at least. Tucker did a lot of reading up on electrical shock after the accident—not like much of it’d be applicable to a half-ghost, probably, but he can’t help but sympathize a little when Danny shies away from anything that might shock him.
After a couple minutes he gives up. If it’s supposed to do anything specific he can’t get the thing to do it. Maybe zapping Danny used up too much juice? “Jazz can ask what this one does for you without looking suspicious, yeah?”
“Are you kidding? They love it when we ask questions.” Danny drops to the ground with a sigh; as usual, it looks like gravity’s reluctant to notice him. His hair floats a little, his limbs lag like he’s underwater. Betta fish, man. “Guess I don’t have any choice but to hope they tell her something good, huh?”
Tucker flashes him a grin, tossing the Fenton Bop-It back on the junk table. “That, and help me with the algebra homework?”
They retreat up to Danny’s room, but no algebra textbooks are cracked open. They just end up talking, half semi-serious conversation about patrol schedules and what-if scenarios, half gushing over the upcoming terrible Sci-Fi channel marathon this weekend, and the next thing they know the front door bangs open. Mr. F’s voice booms out Danny’s name. Danny goes deer-in-the-headlights stiff floating half a foot above his bed. Tucker grabs him by the ankle and swings him toward the wall, hissing, “Hide!”
Danny blinks owlishly. “Uh. Right!” He phases through a NASA poster and Tucker hears the bathroom door shut just a few seconds before footsteps come pounding up the stairs. Jazz bursts into the bedroom breathlessly, eyes falling on Tucker. He points at the wall and she nods, relieved.
“Come on,” she says. “I figured you were going to spend the night. There’s enough takeout for you too.”
“Cool, thanks.”
It’s about fifteen minutes of the usual awkward pantomime. Oh, Danny’s taking a shower because he got splashed with a little ectoplasm cleaning up the basement, nothing serious, ha ha ha! I’d be happy to take a plate up to him since we’ve got a lot of homework still, but oh, could you come downstairs with me real quick, Jazz? Danny wanted me to grab a folder and I just don’t like poking around down there by myself, you know? Thanks again, Mister and Missus F! You’re the best!
Down the basement stairs he slumps, exhausted. He hates lying. He hates how good he’s getting at it more.
Jazz shoots him a worried glance, all raised eyebrows and puckered mouth. He starts talking before she can pull that teen psychiatrist schtick on him. “We couldn’t figure out what the thing that zapped him is or how to undo what it did. I think it’s just low on power, but I dunno if it’s even got an ‘undo’ button yet.”
She winces. “Junk table?”
“Yup.”
“Oh, great. Just show me which one it was and I’ll see what I can get out of our parents.”
He shows her the Fenton Bop-It, tells her what he’d tried and what Danny did to get stuck, then grabs an empty manilla folder out of a filing cabinet for appearance’s sake and runs back upstairs. It’s a juggling act of weighed-down dinner plates and Coke cans to get back up to Danny’s room, but he manages.
“I come bearing sweet and sour chicken,” he says, kicking at Danny’s door. It creaks open a second later, a suffuse white glow spilling out into the unlit hall. He siddles in, kicks the door shut behind him, and has to lean up against it when Danny’s suddenly about two inches from his face.
“Well?”
“Personal bubble, dude. Take your plate before I drop it. And relax, alright? They just got home. Jazz hasn’t even had a chance to ask about it yet.”
Danny huffs but floats back a little, pulling his Coke and plate out of Tucker’s hands. “Thanks.”
“Uh-huh.” Tucker takes Danny’s desk, leaving Danny to float on over to the trunk at the foot of his bed. It takes a little doing, but Tucker gets him to eat. Of course, some of Danny’s reluctance is because he’s ghost mode; something about it makes everything taste funny, apparently. “Like Pop Rocks,” he’d said once, when Sam had tried to get him to explain what he meant. All snap and crackle no matter what he tried eating or drinking, with practically no actual taste to go with it. Shame, because the Fentons had gone to the really good Chinese place on Singer Street.
They stack their empty plates and finally knuckle down to do homework. Knowing Mr. F, it’s going to take an hour-long lecture before Jazz has any luck finding out something useful about the Bop-It. Danny gripes about trying to write with gloves on a few times ‘til Tucker sighs and points out the obvious thing to do, which is to take them off.
“Oh,” Danny says, sheepish.
Bless him, but NASA’s gonna have their work cut out if they actually decide to take his half-ghost butt.
It’s after six by the time Jazz finally staggers back upstairs, looking a little wall-eyed but otherwise not so bad off after a Jack Fenton Lecture. She shuts the door and sags against it, shooting Danny an apologetic look. “Well it’s not bad news,” she starts.
“Oh, that’s comforting,” Danny says.
“They’re working on a way to stall ghost powers out permanently—“
“How is that not bad news?!”
“Because that thing is just a prototype! They haven’t had any success yet on the little ghosts they’ve tested it on.”
Danny drops his notebook and pencil to float to his feet, gesturing sharply at himself. “Well it seemed to work pretty good on me!”
“I know!” Jazz winces, lowering her voice. “I know. Are any of your other powers affected?”
“Um. I don’t think so?”
“Ghost basics seem fine,” Tucker notes, pointing at him with his pencil. “Flying, intangibility, and invisibility are all the little ghosts are good for anyway.”
“Huh.” Danny flickers out of sight, reappears looking thoughtfully at his bare hands. “Yeah, that’s all fine.”
Jazz manages to look relieved and smug at the same time. Tucker would never say it aloud on pain of death, but it makes her look just like Mrs. F. “That’s what I thought. They’ve only tested it on little guys, nothing strong enough to take on a humanoid form like Spectra or Technus. Those ghosts, well, they don’t change like you, obviously, but they have changed how they look, right?”
“Right,” Danny says uncertainly.
“So maybe that’s as far as Mom and Dad have gotten with this thing and they just haven’t realized it because they haven’t tested it on a strong enough ghost.”
Seems like a sound enough leap in logic to Tucker. “Did they mention a theoretical timer on this power short, or is Danny gonna have to have a very belated parent-ghost son talk on the wrong end of an ectogun?”
Danny shoots him a dirty look. What? It’s a fair question.
“Theoretically? Twenty-four hours. In practice? And on something bigger than a cat?” She shrugs. “No idea.”
Danny groans. “How is that not bad news?”
“They’re positive any power short wouldn’t be permanent?” Jazz offers with a weak smile. “Plus I got Dad excited to work on it some more, and I suggested it might be a good idea to include a reverse switch. Y’know, as a precaution?”
“Well, okay, that’ll be good if they ever zap me with it in the future, but that doesn’t exactly help me now.”
“Sounds to me like you’re gonna come down with a twenty-four hour flu,” Tucker says.
“No way,” Danny and Jazz say at the same time.
“Our parents are total spazzes about getting sick,” Jazz adds. “They’d be all over him.”
“Yeah, that, and I’ve got a makeup history test I can’t miss,” Danny says. “This is the last chance Mr. Caulfield will give me to make it up.”
“You can’t go to school like this,” Tucker says, half-laughing.
“I have to. I’m this close to failing the class and it’s almost the end of the semester.”
“Why didn’t you tell me you were struggling so much in history?” Jazz asks, reaching up to rest a hand on his elbow. He fidgets up out of her reach.
“I told you about English,” he mutters, not looking at her. He drags bare fingers through his hair—it flows rather than falls back into his glowing eyes. “I have to go to school. We’ve gotta find a way to fix this.”
Sam texts them both about an hour after that, all caps locked grievance about silver spoons and sleazy old men gloating over the size of their yachts. Normally it’d be funny, but the three of them have been brainstorming and all they’ve come up with is a whole lot of nothin’. Their biggest hope—well, not Danny’s, but options the kid does not have—had been the Specter Deflector. It had shocked Danny as good as ever, but left him just as ghostly as before. Didn’t even short out any powers, far as Danny’s tested. Weird.
Danny scowls at his phone, tapping out a reply. It pops up on Tucker’s phone a moment later. Got zapped by another invention. Come over if you can get away
Tucker adds, for clarification, He’s not hurt and it’s nothing crazy. School’s gonna be a problem tho
Sam texts back that she’ll be over as quick as she can and leaves it at that. Jazz leans back on her hands on Danny’s bed, watching him circle the ceiling.
“Homework,” she reminds him.
“Bigger problems,” he grumbles.
“Putting off homework all semester messed your grades up enough that you can’t take a dive on one test.”
His eyes flash, two neon green flares that sting to look at head-on. “Fighting ghosts all semester messed my grades up enough that I can’t take a dive on one test.”
They’ve been coming back to this in-between trying to figure out if any other Fenton gadgets might help. Goody-good straight-A Jazz and troubled teen might-actually-fail-to-graduate-at-this-rate Danny both have excellent points. Ghosts take priority, definitely, yeah, they all agree on that. But Danny’s a slacker too, happy for any excuse to procrastinate. Still, Jazz is kind of choosing a bad time to rub that in his face.
Tucker is staying firmly out of it. He likes his eardrums intact, thanks very much. He lets them bicker, thinking. If they can’t fix this in time for school tomorrow and it doesn’t wear off in time either, option C is… what? Somehow smuggle a ghost kid into a high school that sees ghost attacks on the regular and hope nobody notices?
Pfft. If Danny had the same tricky shapeshifter powers as Spectra, maybe. Even if he did, it sounds like the Fenton Bop It would’ve probably shorted it out anyway. They’d have to bury him in like three hoodies and an aviator hat—ha, and a big pair of aviators to match—
“And what are you laughing at?”
He half-heartedly hides his grin behind one hand as they both glare daggers at him. “Nothin’. Just, pictured trying to sneak you into school in a terrible disguise.”
Danny scoffs, but Jazz’s frown turns downright considering. She hums, tapping her chin. “You know, that might be your best option.”
“What? Jazz.” He drops down to land beside her, gesturing at himself with a wide sweep of both arms. “This isn’t exactly subtle. Putting on normal clothes isn’t gonna get me far, and how exactly would you explain Phantom trying to steal my place at school for a day?”
“Ghosts do all kinds of strange things to alleviate boredom when they’re on this side of the Portal. It’s not like anyone knows much about them, right?” She grins. Tucker would definitely never tell her, but it makes her look just like Mr. F. It’s uncanny. “Besides, if you do get caught, you could just fake-scare the class, vanish for however long it might take to fix this mess, and then pretend Phantom kidnapped you or something.”
“No way! I’m not setting myself up as a villain! People finally stopped screaming more when I show up to fight the ghost of the week—“
“Day,” Tucker corrects.
“—whatever!” He folds his arms over his chest. He still looks weird without the gloves on; it makes it easier to tell there’s a green undertone to his skin when there’s more of it to see.
“You might not get found out,” Jazz points out. “If we’re smart about it, you probably won’t.”
“Probably,” Danny parrots. “Real comforting.”
“I don’t see you coming up with anything better, dude,” Tucker says.
“Not you too. Come on, I’m glowing.”
“You can barely tell under fluorescent lights.”
“My hair—“
“Nothing a beanie-hoodie combo couldn’t hide.”
“My eyes—“
He sticks up a pair of finger guns and winks. “Sunglasses.”
“We aren’t allowed to wear sunglasses in class,” Danny reminds him through gritted teeth.
“Optometrist,” Jazz pipes up. “Do you have anything important first period?”
Danny shrugs, wary. Tucker doesn’t blame him. Jazz and her Ghost Getter ideas tend to backfire on him nine times out of ten. “I don’t think so?”
“Well, skip first period and show up late to second wearing sunglasses. When anybody asks you to take them off just say you got your eyes dilated and your optometrist told you to keep your eyes covered the rest of the day.”
“That’d work,” Tucker says. “You ever get your eyes dilated? It sucks. Totally believable to wear sunglasses instead of those dumb roll-up things.”
“I really don’t think—” Danny starts, but Jazz cuts him off with a flap of her hands as she crosses the room to stand right up in his personal bubble. He tries to lean away but she leans right along with him, grabbing his chin between finger and thumb. “Augh, Jazz! What—”
“The biggest problem is going to be your skin, I think,” she says. “You’re just too green like this.”
He swats her hand away. “You can thank all the ectoplasm in me for that. This plan sucks. It won’t work, not in a million years.”
“Well not with that attitude,” Jazz replies, cheerfully undeterred. She skirts around Danny over to his bed to snatch up his phone.
“What are you doing? Don’t touch my phone—!”
She smoothly dodges his lunge, elbowing him in the gut with that sibling kung-fu Tucker’s only ever seen on TV and here at Fenton Works. With Danny in ghost mode she may as well have tickled him with a feather, but she makes her point. He floats back with a huff.
“Jazz.”
“I have an idea, but I don’t have the right supplies for it. Sam should though.”
“That’s not terrifying or anything,” Tucker mutters as she texts out something and sends it. He’s not privy to whatever supplies she’s talking about; she’s switched out of the group chat. He and Danny share a worried look as his phone pings a reply text that makes Jazz’s eyes light up.
Sam’s grin gleefully tap dances the knife’s edge between conspiratorial and downright supervillainous. She’s got her spider backpack on one shoulder, an overnight bag on the other, and what looks like a Goth’s version of a tackle box in hand. “Well Jazz, I have to say I wasn’t sure about this plan at first, but it had a chance to grow on me on the ride over.”
“I thought you’d enjoy this,” Jazz replies. She’s changed into her pajamas and put her hair up in a ponytail. In one hand she’s got a mint green leather bag with black polka dots on it. The other hand is hidden behind her back. Gosh, that’s ominous.
Danny’s the one that’s got both girls looking at him like they just might sink their nails into him and never let go. He, rightfully so, looks nervous as hell. Tucker’s done the smart thing and made himself as small and unobtrusive a target in the corner as he can. Alas, poor Danny, he knew him well. Algebra will be his new best friend.
“Uh,” Danny tries feebly, “What idea is that, exactly?”
Sam and Jazz brandish tackle box and polka dot bag in tandem. “Makeover party.”
Small and unobtrusive, small and unobtrusive, Foley, for your own safety do not laugh—
Danny’s voice cracks. “Excuse me?”
“You heard us, ghost boy,” Sam says with relish. “You wanna take that history test so bad? We gotta make you look convincingly human. Thus: makeover party.”
Danny bounces into the air, legs melting down to an intangible tail so no one can make a grab for his ankles. “Oh no, no no no, absolutely not. I’ll take the failing grade.”
As answer, Jazz reveals what she’d kept hidden behind her back: an uncapped Fenton Thermos. “Daaaanny,” she sings, sugar sweet, “Don’t make me uuuuse this.”
Tucker buries his face in his beret to smother his laughter.
“You’re awful,” Danny tells her. “The worst sister ever.”
“Perhaps,” Jazz agrees smoothly, “but I’m your sister, and I’m older. So get down here and let us at least try to make you look passably human? The worst that happens is it doesn’t work, you wash your face off, and we think of a new plan.”
Danny curls up more tightly in one corner of the ceiling, like a grumpy black and white snake. “No, the worst that happens is you giving Sam prime blackmail material.”
Sam shakes her tackle box. Mysterious things rattle inside. “It’s the 21st century, Danny. Boys are allowed to wear makeup now.”
“Oh yeah? I think I’ll take my chances strolling into class as just Phantom over looking like one of those creepy guys you hang out with at the Skulk ‘n’ Lurk. Shut up, Tucker.”
Tucker waves one hand apologetically, wheezing on the floor. He’s going to sprain something at this rate and the girls haven’t even busted out the concealer yet. If Sam doesn’t take pictures he will, best friend solidarity be damned. Both girls ignore him.
It takes a little more cajoling and threatening, but Sam and Jazz win in the end. Danny sulks all the way to the bathroom to change into some pjs (phasing through the wall again to avoid his parents). He comes back with his jumpsuit and boots in his arms and a mutinous expression on his face, and Tucker’s glad it’s not just him that stares.
Danny’s eyes flare. “What?”
“Nothing,” Tucker says quickly, because he has a healthy sense of self-preservation and respect for the stupid amount of super strength and speed Danny’s got in ghost mode.
“It’s just weird to see Phantom look so casual,” Sam drawls, because her favorite thing in the world is to push a guy’s buttons when he’s already down, apparently.
But okay, yeah, it is weird. The white glow off Danny’s skin doesn’t quite spread to his ratty space camp shirt and gray sleep pants. It’s an older shirt from a couple years back so even though he always gets them oversized it fits him well now. He stands differently when he’s ghost mode, straight-backed and chest out instead of his usual slouch, and this is the first time Tucker’s seen just how fit all that ghost fighting’s made him. Or maybe he’s only this fit in ghost mode? Tucker could swear Danny’s forearms aren’t quite so defined usually.
Danny’s glower could irradiate milk. His jumpsuit, when he tosses it aside to join his gloves and abandoned homework, splashes its own weird white glow on the carpet. “I’m so glad you’re enjoying this.”
Sam just grins, gesturing him over to where she and Jazz have laid out their supplies on his desk. Jazz wheeled in her own office chair while he was changing and Sam’s taken Danny’s, so with one final grumble he picks up the wooden trunk from the foot of his bed with the same ease Tucker might pick up an empty cardboard box, setting it between them. He plops down with a defeated hunch like a man kneeling before a guillotine. Overkill maybe, but Tucker’s not sure he’d be wearing a different expression if it were him facing the makeover party.
“If you don’t stop laughing,” Danny growls through gritted teeth, leaving the threat unfinished to let Tucker fill in the blank however he likes.
“Oh don’t worry, Tucker’s going to be too busy to laugh,” Sam says cheerfully, flashing him a wide smile that’s much more terrifying than anything Danny can cook up. “He’s going to be doing your homework.”
“Aw, what? Sam—!”
“And mine,” she adds. “Don’t worry though, I’ve only got algebra left.”
Danny laughs.
Tucker keeps his nose to the grindstone no matter what embarrassed squawking Danny makes. If he looks up he will laugh, and then he will die. And that would be an extremely uncool way to go. Worth it, maybe? No, no, Danny’s room is right above the Ghost Portal. He doesn’t want to find out if simple proximity to an inter-dimensional hole in reality would bring him back as a ghost if he died close enough to it. Look what standing in it did to Danny.
“Mascara?”
He bites his cheek and resolutely does not look up. Ah yes, x equals eleven, definitely.
“Your eyelashes turn white too. C’mon, hold still.”
“Don’t put that thing near my eyes, holy crap—“
“I said hold still!”
...What did x equal again?
Eleven. Right. Probably.
Tucker copies out the work and answer in Danny’s and Sam’s notebooks. He’s gotten about as good at copying their handwriting as he has at lying to authority figures. He’s still not sure how he feels about that little skill either, but hey, he’s almost too distracted to hear Danny whine.
Sooner than he expected he hears Jazz say, “I think that’s pretty good for a first try, don’t you?”
He looks up, furtive. Danny’s back is to him so he’s only got the girls’ expressions to go by. Jazz looks pleased, while Sam’s tapping her chin as she scrutinizes whatever-it-is they’ve done to him. “It’s a little plain,” she says.
“Plain is good,” Danny says fervently. “Please leave it at plain, this already feels really weird.”
“We are aiming for normal teenage boy,” Jazz reminds her.
Sam tosses something into her tackle box. “I know, but it feels like a wasted opportunity to not Goth him up for fun.”
“Blackmail material,” Tucker sings under his breath.
Sam laughs, Danny hunches deeper into himself, and Jazz gestures Tucker over. “Is he still too obvious?”
Prepared to say yes, of course he is because he’s a GHOST, Tucker finds himself briefly speechless once he does get a look at Danny’s face. “...Huh.”
“What does that mean?” Danny demands anxiously. Sam, grinning like a well-fed cat, slaps a hand on his hunched shoulder.
“It means tomorrow’s gonna be a breeze. You might want to bust out some last minute review notes.”
Tucker steps back, snags Danny’s sunglasses off the dresser, and shoves them onto Danny’s face. He leans left, then right, then hums. “Got some spillover on the laser sights that are gonna be a problem.”
“I’ve got a pair of wraparound sunglasses he can borrow,” Jazz says.
“Huh. Problem solved.”
Fed up with the lot of them, Danny jumps into the air and phases through the wall into the bathroom to inspect their work. Jazz and Sam sweep tubes and compacts and who-knows what else into their respective makeup bags.
“Thanks again for going along with this,” Jazz says.
“Are you kidding? I’ve been trying to get Danny to let me experiment on him for ages. The things I could do with that green undertone….” She trails off, a little wistful, a lot ominous. Today is clearly not the last time Sam’s going to experiment. Tucker drains the last of his Coke as a toast to the paces Danny’s spooky ooky undertone is going to be put through.
“He looked normal,” Tucker says.
“That’s the point,” Jazz says.
“No, but he looked normal. Like, normal-normal. How’d you do that?”
“A magician never reveals her secrets,” Sam cuts in, waggling her fingers. “I could make you look like a ghost if you were up for wearing colored contact lenses.”
“Pass.” Still, whatever they’d done had even magicked away that funny blur to Danny’s features that always made Tucker want to clean his glasses. A pair of shades, a hat and hoodie, and Danny’d look like any other sophomore. Hell, he’d probably fit in more than he does usually; Danny keeps forgetting to pretend to notice the fall weather rolling in.
Tucker puts his empty can on the dresser to give them a little golf clap. “I gotta say, I’m impressed. If Danny can keep his cool for eight hours he might actually make it through the school day without getting caught.”
Sam scoffs. “That’s a tall order.”
Jazz hums. “I’m not sure what he’ll do if there’s a ghost attack. He can’t exactly wear his jumpsuit under regular clothes.”
Tucker snorts. Yeah, a polyurethane hazmat suit is a little harder to hide than good ol’ fashioned superhero spandex.
“He’ll just have to take it with him,” Sam says, but she reaches down to pick up one of Danny’s gloves with her lips pursed. “If it keeps glowing like this it’ll be hard to hide any time he has to get something out of his bag.”
“I can put it in this,” Danny says as he phases out of his closet. It’s a testament to how often he rejoins a conversation like this that none of them jump. He’s got a Dumpty Humpty drawstring bag in hand, shaking out the various bits and bobs that had already been in it.
“Oh, so now he wants to contribute to the plan?” Sam and Jazz share a victorious look. It really does not bode well for anybody, how well they’re suddenly getting along.
Danny huffs. “I didn’t think this’d actually look believable,” he says, gesturing at his face. “How the hell did you do it?”
“Don’t bother, dude, already tried. Lips is zipped.” Tucker kind of can’t help but stare as Danny lands beside him. As long as he sticks to fluorescent lights, Tucker’s just about positive no one will be able to tell the difference.
Jazz reaches out, grabbing Danny’s hand to stare at it intently. By this point Danny seems to have given up squirming as a bad job, though he does look nervous. “What now?”
“Your hands are almost as obvious as your face. Do you have any fingerless gloves?”
“No.”
“Nothing a pair of scissors can’t fix,” Sam says with a matching snip-snip of her fingers.
“Why fingerless?”
Jazz, twisting his fingers in weird directions, raises an eyebrow. “Do you want to spend the whole day trying to write with bulky gloves on?”
Tucker, best friend that he is, just manages not to laugh. It’s a near thing. Danny, as always, doesn’t appreciate his efforts.
“I think we should do your nails too,” Jazz says, finally letting him go. Danny slumps, goes to pinch the bridge of his nose, and gets his hand grabbed again for trying.
“Ah ah ah,” Sam teases, “No rubbing.”
There’s a dirty joke that could be made here, about two idiots who both ought to be failing biology for how badly they’re missing each other’s signals and how determined they are to ignore what’s—who’s—standing right in front of them, but Tucker stays quiet. He’s not an idiot. Dirty jokes only end in tears and blackmail.
“It feels weird,” Danny grumbles. “You’re only painting my nails if you paint Tucker’s first.”
“It’s not my secret identity on the line here,” Tucker points out. “Twenty bucks or I walk.”
Sam bites her lip trying not to laugh.
In the end Tucker’s twenty bucks richer and sporting nails done in a fetching combination of raspberry and lime. They all end up with a bit of lime polish—who could resist an inside joke like that?—though Danny’s the only one that gets glitter. Tucker makes a solemn promise to never cross Jazz; she can be downright nefarious when she wants to.
“Just watch,” Sam says as they do a last cleanup now that their nails have all dried. “You’re gonna wake up at four in the morning for some stupid ghost attack and be able to change back.”
“Don’t,” Danny groans. “You’ve jinxed me now.”
“Go wash your face off,” Jazz says. “Tucker, can you take your guys’ plates down? We’ve had a real problem with ghost ants lately; they’re like bloodhounds for crumbs.”
“Sure thing.” Anything to avoid the argument that’s gonna follow Danny being told he’s going to have to get his face all done up again first thing in the morning. He shuts the bedroom door, balancing empty plates and soda cans in one hand (muffling Jazz’s “It’ll smear if we leave it on!”), and makes his way down to the kitchen. Mr. F is there washing out his coffee mug for the night; he beams when Tucker enters.
“Heya Tuckerino. You kids havin’ fun up there?”
“A blast.” He grins, showing off his nails.
Mr. F chuckles, holding out one big hand to accept the plates. “Was there a homework break before you did your toes to match?”
“No pedis tonight, unfortunately, but our homework’s all done.”
“Good, good.”
“Anything I can help with?”
“Trash needs taking out, if you’re offering.”
“Sure thing.”
“There’s a good lad.” Mr. F’s eyes wrinkle when he smiles fondly. He’s a beard shy of looking like Santa Claus. Or Hagrid. Somebody big and jovial and kind who wouldn’t hurt a fly—so long as it wasn’t a ghost fly, anyway. It’s a shame Danny’s so leery of telling his parents about the accident. Tucker gets it, really he does, but it’s still a shame. He grabs the trash bag and the recycling too, since it’s nearly full.
“Have a good night, Mr. F.”
“Don’t stay up too late curling each other’s hair now!”
“Oh please, and let Jazz ruin a ‘do this good?”
Mr. F’s laughter follows him out the door.
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(The "Loop me in, ecto one," line is a riff on Dean Koontz's Odd Thomas series. The movie didn't come out until 2013 but c'mon, a series about a young guy who only wants a normal life but has to deal with ghosts all the time? You know one of the kids found the first book somewhere and had a real good laugh.)
#danny phantom#my writing#as always apologies to mobile users#this site is a dumpster fire#but here's four good kids doing each other nails in order to protect danny's secret identity
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Ectober Day 6: Ghost Hunger
I owe everyone a bit of an explanation before we dive into this fever dream. Yes, I know exactly what ghost hunger refers to, but it just isn’t my thing. It’s a neat concept, but I don’t really find it fun to write for, or even read, except in the rarest of cases. I can stand it if it advances an innovative plotline, but just for its own sake…meh.
So I didn’t have any idea what I was going to do for day 6. I considered skipping it, but that felt like admitting defeat. With this in the back of my mind, I was scrolling through tumblr, as one does, and found this lovely piece by @schnivel.
One of my favorite things about schnivel’s style is the dynamic quality all of his characters have. I don’t know how to explain it, but it draws the viewer in, and sells that these characters are real. Complex emotions are portrayed and conveyed with such ease, I get that creative itch every time. I love everything in your art tag, it makes me so happy. Thank you for sharing!
But anyway. In this particular piece, I love the angle of the external light and the ambient light radiating from the suspiciously viscous fluid clinging to his hands. I think it was the combination of the fluid consistency, color choice, and blood connection that did it.
So as my mind tends to do when I’m tired and see something emotionally charged, it took a running nosedive off the deep end into absurdist territory.
So here is a fic inspired by color choice, texture, and my traumatic experiences with product promotion as a child of the 90s and early 2000s. I am so sorry but also kind of not. Please forgive me, schnivel. Thank you so much for letting me ruin the mood. And seriously, check out schnivel’s blog!
(Sorry for all the notes. Commentary at the end.)
Summary: When a popular variety of novelty ketchup is discontinued, the ghost population of Amity Park clashes over who will claim the last box.
Warnings: Customer service feels, light innuendo
Word Count: ~1700
“You do realize that’s disgusting,” Sam deadpanned, looking on with a mixture of mild horror and disgust as Danny smothered his hotdog in a quantity of green slime that could only be defined as excessive. Somehow it was impossible to turn away. Tucker didn’t seem to share the sentiment, busying himself with his PDA.
Spurred on by the attention, Danny looked Sam dead in the eyes, staring unflinchingly into their icy, amethyst depths while cramming as much of the sandwich into his mouth as possible.
Only to aim a tad low, bumping into his lower lip. Time seemed to slow down as blue eyes widened comically in surprise, hand contracting around the bun reflexively, coaxing gobs of the novelty ketchup to ooze out the back and coat the front of his favorite t-shirt, soaking into white fabric with karmatic vengeance.
Sam and Tucker witnessed the following shift from shock to sudden horror at the state of his shirt became clear. They glanced at each other, unprompted, then lost it completely, howling with laughter as Danny dropped his ‘dog to scrub frantically at his chest with a wad of the worse-than-useless paper napkins the school provided that screamed government subsidy. His response time was impressive, but the damage was done: a prominent, verdant dribble trail clearly illustrated the tragedy that unfolded at lunch that day.
“Are you kidding me? I still have half the day to go,” Danny moaned, hands running anxiously through already messy hair.
“Just phase it off!” Tucker pointed out helpfully, returning to his PDA as chuckles died down into amused sympathy.
“Tuck, intangibility doesn’t remove stains. It’s set too far in the fabric. Otherwise laundry would be so much easier. Hmm.” Danny took a moment to consider the potential, wondering if that was how Vlad managed to keep his ghostwear so pristine. Maybe if he could concentrate his focus…
“You had it coming. I don’t understand why you insist on consuming that promotional garbage.” Sam rolled her eyes derisively.
“Because it’s the best!” Danny insisted. Sam and Tucker shared a look, resigned to their friend’s strange obsession.
Danny didn’t know what it was, but ever since that popular condiment brand out of Pittsburgh developed a line of novelty ketchup, he was hooked. It came in all sorts of unappetizing colors, like green and purple, and the cringe-worthy ad campaign made Danny wonder if the whole thing was an elaborate prank. But it eventually showed up at the discount food distributer his family frequented, and he bought it himself, despite Jazz’s teasing. Funny. He swears he’s caught her using it more than once when she thought he wasn’t around.
While Jazz was exasperated by the blatant exploitation of the mindset of the lower middle working class, Sam objected to the artificial dyes and preservatives, and Tucker insisted it was nothing less than an insult to the integrity of meat, whatever that was supposed to mean. Maybe the dye makes it taste a bit different. Maybe he just gets a kick out of eating food in weird colors and watching his friends squirm. Heck, maybe he’s just been desensitized by enough mutant, home-cooked meals that something so harmless but strange fills him with nostalgia. Whatever the case, Danny couldn’t seem to get enough of the stuff. He even started taking it to school with him as a fun way to avoid looking too closely at what was on his tray.
“Uh oh, dude,” Tucker chuckled, bringing up a specific news article on his PDA. “Looks like your days of ruining hot dogs are numbered.”
“You’re kidding. Please tell me you’re kidding,” Danny begged.
“Afraid not,” Tucker grinned, sliding his tech across the table to deliver the news firsthand.
Blue eyes widened in horror, before the teenager collapsed onto the table dramatically with a moan. “Why is it that as soon as I discover something awesome, it’s gone?”
“Honestly, that’s probably why it appeared on the shelves at Hubert’s in the first place,” Sam remarked flippantly, preferring to pick at chipping nail polish than acknowledge the lump of pouting teenager currently occupying half the table.
“Yeah, brand names are always too good to be true in places like that,” Tucker nodded sagely, patting Danny on the shoulder in mock sympathy.
Danny hauled himself upright with a sigh. “Nothing else for it. I’ll just have to go after school and stockpile all the bottles I can. They can’t be out yet.”
“How are you out?! It was just here less than a week ago!”
But the dramatics of a ketchup-crazed teenager were no match for the practiced apathy projected by the young but seasoned customer service guru manning the register, six hours into a ten hour shift.
“Look, man, I just work here. There’s plenty of purple,” she sighed, glazed eyes carelessly roaming to glace at the condiments section, poking at her monitor screen.
“It doesn’t taste the same,” Danny moaned, prompting a significant look to pass between the duo accompanying him. They had no idea why they thought it would be a good to tag along on this juvenile side quest. This was just embarrassing.
“Huh,” the cashier remarked offhandedly. “Looks like we might have one more box in the back. I’ll go check, if you want…” she trailed off unenthusiastically, distracted by the hopefully bobbing shock of black hair that wouldn’t leave her alone unless she made a show of effort. With a long-suffering sigh, the underpaid civil servant shuffled off to the back, teenagers at her heels until she ducked behind a wildly swinging door, a scuffed sheet of plastic shoved haphazardly into the gateway in a pathetic effort to separate customer-friendly space from the chaos of the warehouse.
The friends waited attentively, then with growing annoyance, Sam scuffing the chipping tile with heavy boots as the minutes ticked by. Around fifteen minutes in, Tucker decided to call it.
“I think she just blew you off, dude.”
“No way,” Danny insisted. “She’s just being thorough.”
At that moment, a familiar figure slouched out from behind the off-white mockery of a barrier. Danny drooped visibly at the lack of bottles in her arms.
“Welp, I found it.” Danny perked up. “Where is it?”
“In the back.” She continued to amble through the aisles, not even bothering to glance at the irritating customer as she returned to the front. Danny followed her, confused.
“And?” he ventured.
“What?” she asked, uncapping a company pen to doodle on a scrap of receipt paper, pointedly ignoring the nuisance in the vain hope it would leave her in peace.
Danny barely restrained himself in time to prevent throwing his arms up in exasperation. “Can I have some?” he dared to ask. The girl acted like she didn’t hear him, outlining a cartoonish face with care, allowing him to stew for a while.
She finally raised hazel orbs full of resignation to meet his. “You somehow manage to get it down, you can just have it.” The just leave me alone was implied. Heavily.
Danny lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah, yeah,” she waved him away, returning to her receipt sketch.
“Thanks!” Danny called over his shoulder, already on his way to claim his prize.
“That was kind of weird,” Sam observed.
“Oh, come on Sam, why do you have to be so pessimistic all the time? She probably couldn’t reach it. All Danny has to do is float up to the shelf, and we’re out of here,” Tucker said, confidently leading the way into the dark space, the main light coming from a desk equipped with a dated microwave and littered with the remains of hurried lunches.
It was kind of weird being behind the scenes. The air felt heavy, stale. It was difficult to shake the uneasy feeling that they dismissed, at first, with being in a restricted area, but that quickly faded into the background.
A puff of cold air suddenly expanded, forcing its way up a certain ghostly throat and expelling in a bluish cloud as it forced vapor in the surrounding air to condense.
“Nice going, Tuck,” Sam punched him lightly in the shoulder.
Danny ignored the exchange, quickly “going ghost” and floating up to investigate. And was not at all surprised to find the Lunch Lady and the Box Ghost playing a less-than-friendly game of tug-of-war with the box of sauce. Okay, maybe he was surprised; he didn’t know either of them had a subtle bone in their bodies…if they had bones. Or bodies. Gah.
He was honestly kind of impressed that they had avoided detection for so long, and wondered if the cashier’s composure spoke to her merit, or to the horrors of customer service. Danny resolved to be nicer to customer service associates.
From there, it was “doom” this and “beware” that. Danny threw some ectoblasts, repelled some processed meat products, brushed off some boxes. It was amazing how much more annoying the two of them were working together. But, still, not even really a challenge, so the half ghost made short work of the duo, while trying not to think too hard about the implications of this team up. A certain young ghost from an alternate future came to mind…
Danny chased the pair off, trying not to think about the two of them sharing a thermos. He was all too glad to claim his prize and head home. It had been an interesting afternoon.
Despite the strange start, the pair of friends thought that the day was pretty successful. As a result, neither Tucker nor Sam were expecting the caricature of despair that greeted them on the front steps of Fenton Works come morning.
“Dare we ask?” Sam muttered.
Tucker sighed, shaking his head. “He’ll let us know soon enough.”
Somewhere in Wisconsin, a certain blue-skinned half ghost emerged from his portal, shiftily checking the entrance before ducking through with his prize.
What am I doing? I live alone.
Still, one could never be too careful. It wouldn’t do to have Daniel catch wind of this. He certainly would never admit it, but he couldn’t help the strange nostalgia it inspired; the off-putting color instilled him with a strange longing for cheap meals of questionable quality cooked with a certain pair of paranormal science students. He still had his dignity after all.
A/N: Anyone who’s ever worked retail knows the best way to get rid of a persistent customer and score an extra break in the process is to “check” the back. Seriously, most places know what they have in the back due to the magic of inventory, but for some reason, that middle-aged woman with too much makeup will not leave us alone, insisting we check the back because she thinks we’re idiots (you know the type). And how dare we come back without checking thoroughly. The cashier probably found the ketchup in less than a minute, determined retrieval was impossible, then spent the rest of the time on her phone. Of course, like 10% of the time, there really is extra in the back so I can’t exactly fault them, but we could do without the condescension.
So…yeah. I think my mind kind of mashed together the fact that the show took place in the 2000s with the fact that ketchup looks vaguely like blood, and the drawing used the two major colors of Heinz’s horrendous EZ Squirt line. As a child who begged for this ketchup, then refused to eat it, I can understand the initial appeal, but it got gross fast, and I didn’t finish the bottle. What can I say, it tasted off to me. I feel like I read about some human instinct regarding food safety contributing to that at some point. But I still remember this product, especially the commercials, with horror.
Thank you so much to @schnivel for the inspiration! Hope everyone enjoyed it!
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RULES: Always post the rules. Answer the questions asked, then write 11 new ones. Tag 11 people to answer your questions, as well as the person who tagged you.
I got tagged for a fullmetally thing by @ladywiltshire ~ thanks!!
[readmore because this got really long .-. ]
Do you remember your first time watching or reading Fullmetal Alchemist? What was your first impression?
I watched it just this past December (i know, i know) and the second episode made me cry. I proceeded to scream about it to Robyn for the next week and a half. At first I was like “this is kinda weird but it’s cool,” and then by episode 19 I was like “this is the best thing I’ve ever watched and I can’t believe I didn’t listen when my ex tried to make me watch it three years ago.”
Tell us about The Fave™.
Do you mean my queen Riza Hawkeye? *deep breath* I...I just...I love her so much. Her strength of character, her commitment to making the world a better place, her realistic attitude, her motherly attitude towards the kids. She’s such a good goddamn person and it physically pains me to know how much blood she has on her hands and how it eats away at her soul. She is so kind and gentle in spite of all the things she’s been through, all the unforeseen and unintended consequences of her choices. Christ, this girl permanently wore one of the most dangerous secrets in the world on her back by the time she was ~16/17. She grew up lonely and estranged from her relatives, had to care for a rapidly deteriorating father, had to find her own path after he died, entrusted her tattoo to Roy in hopes of helping him achieve his dreams (an incredibly serious decision for someone so young), joined the military hoping to make a positive difference, was sent to the front lines of a war by the time she was ~20 to participate in a mass genocide, had to live with the fact that she killed hundreds with her sniper rifle and thousands more indirectly because she gave the deadliest alchemy in the world to a dog of the military. She had to live with all of this pain and suffering that the world forced upon her and she still chose to be by Roy’s side as he made the climb to the top, protecting his back and ensuring that he remained virtuous. She still chose to work every day to make the world a better place. When everything she went through showed her that the world was an ugly, unforgiving place, she chose to make it better instead of laying down and accepting the abuse. I cannot find words to express how much I love and respect Riza Hawkeye. She’s honestly such an inspiring person and if I could have an ounce of the backbone that she possesses, I would feel accomplished.
Do you have a favorite fan work? Fanfics? Comics?
Oh god fucking Here Dead We Lie by mebh will haunt me for the rest of my life and probably beyond the grave too. No other work of fiction I’ve read has come close to how badly that fanfic fucked me up. I love anything super angsty, especially with Royai. God I have way too many fics I loved to even begin to list them.
I also love literally everything that the artists on here draw.. Everyone is so talented and I am so thankful and inspired. I don’t want to call out specific people because I don’t want anyone I forgot to mention feel bad so suffice to say I LOVE ALL OF THE ART AND FICS.
Hit me with an analysis/opinion you have on the series or characters!
Ooh I have one criticism that still irks me! I love volume 15 of the manga, okay? Love it. I wish more than anything that Brotherhood had focused more on Ishval because holy shit that volume made me cry so many times. But Brotherhood did do something I like better than what Arakawa did in the manga, and that’s scattering a few of the scenes from V15 into other episodes of the anime. The scene that really sticks out to me is the one where Riza asks Roy to burn her back. It’s in Volume 15 of the manga but episode 54 of Brotherhood. The reason I prefer Brotherhood’s version is implied audience. Volume 15 is a flashback to Ishval as told by Riza, to Edward. That means that everything we read in that volume is assumed to have also been told to Edward. And I simply cannot believe, not even for a second, that Riza would have told Ed about her tattoo. She may be a realistic and honest person (ex. she told Ed and Al straight up about Shou/Nina Tucker being murdered, while Roy and Armstrong lied about Hughes), but the flame alchemy secret is highly confidential for many reasons, not the least of which it suggests a potential for fraternization. I just really cannot see a situation in which Riza would willingly tell anyone, most especially a volatile teenager, about the array on her back. Brotherhood excised that scene (where she asks Roy to burn her) and transplanted it into episode 54, where there is nobody else around except the viewer to bear witness to that intimate (and frankly, chilling) moment. Placing the scene there, right before That One Big Scene between her and Roy really drives home how deep and complicated their past together is and puts all these emotions fresh in the viewer’s mind, and if you ask me it made That One Big Scene all the more raw and devastatingly powerful.
Tell us about a project you have going on! Or if you don’t have one, maybe something you’ve always wanted to write or draw?
Oh god. Well I’m trying to teach myself how to draw and it’s...well it’s stop and go, mostly. As far as writing goes, I have a few one-shots kicking around and I’m now playing with the idea of an AU where Envy impersonated Riza instead of Maria Ross when he murdered Hughes. I don’t know if I can commit to that, but talking with a few friends has really opened up some crazy possibilities. I’d certainly like to write a longfic for FMA but my life is kind of hectic right now.
Favorite opening/ending number and why?
My favorite opener is easily Rain (season 5). Even before I knew the English translation, the colors and imagery of it coupled with the singing successfully made me feel unsettled and nervous. SID is an incredibly talented singer and the lyrics, even in Japanese, just give me chills every time. I remember saying to Robyn the first time I saw this opener that the little snippet of Roy spiraling down/Riza hugging Hayate and crying made me feel this overwhelming surge of dread. It’s a very visceral opener and sometimes I watch it on its own because I just like it so much.
Tell me about a scene that really touched you or made you realize something about yourself.
One of the scenes that still gets me every time is in episode 5 when Al punches Ed and then grabs him by his shirtfront and gives him that speech:
“Survival is the only way, Ed. Live on, learn more about alchemy. You can find a way to get our bodies back and help people like Nina. You can’t do that by dying! I won’t allow you to abandon the possibility of hope and choose a meaningless death!”
It chokes me up every single time. I mean there are a bunch of scenes that make me feel things but I’ve talked so much about Roy and Riza that I thought I should give Ed and Al a chance. ;)
OTPs! Who are they? Why are you WEAK FOR THEM??
ROYAI FUCKING RUINED ALL OTHER PAIRINGS FOR ME. I am so weak for how much they love and support one another and god the tragedy of their circumstances. It’s just devastating and it makes me feel so many things. I am so weak. I honest to god don’t have any other OTPs in FMA that I care about as much as Royai. I’m not even joking when I say they r u i n e d other pairings for me.
Funniest headcanon you’ve ever seen. Go!
I rarely have the privilege of seeing a lighthearted FMA headcanon but if anyone has some I’d love to hear ‘em!!!
What spurred you to join the fandom?
My friend Maddy finally convinced me to watch the show (she was the fifth person to insist that I needed to see it and I finally caved) and then Robyn found out I had started watching it and asked me to talk to her about it as I watched and I sorta ended up in the fandom through her, which is honestly one of the greatest gifts anyone has ever given me. This fandom is absolutely incredible and I am very happy with the friends I’ve made in my short time here.
Definitely the same question… have a fandom meltdown here and tell me why you love your fandom or show/comic so much!
I pretty much had like four meltdowns already in this post so I feel like anything more is like...really extra lmao. Although I noticed I baaarely talked about Roy in this and I just want to make it clear that I love Roy just as much as Riza. It was impossible for me to decide which of them to talk about for question number 2 and I ended up flipping a coin.
I don’t know who to tag because pretty much everyone has already been tagged! But if anyone reading this wants to do it too then feel free to recycle these questions (which are honestly really good ones and I definitely couldn’t come up with any this good) and consider yourself tagged.
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