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basilf1res · 1 year

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The Adventures of Dash Baxter, the Kryptonian - Part 2

(I’m working on the name I promise- I just need ideas lol)

<- Previous (Part 1 + original prompt)

Uh- please read part one for the beginning and some context I guess, it’s not too long in my opinion. ;)

Summary:

The entirety of Casper High’s Sophomores are on a field trip to Metropolis, how fun! Some self discovery happens, Wes gets arrested, Dash has a mental breakdown over finding out he’s not human, Kwan has feelings, Danny is here for it, and Mikey is kinda just there for the plot. Not exactly in that order.

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The feeling of cloud-like pillows and thick comforters under his chest and face was heaven. Dash's only response to being nudged was a groan of annoyance.

Thank the Ancients the walls appeared to be soundproof.

"Dash, get up please, you need to change... and shower preferably..." Wes muttered the last bit under his breath but Dash heard it anyways.

He decided to comply, perhaps the shower would be just what he needed.

Rolling off the bed and scowling up at Wes and Mikey from the floor, Dash huffed out a sigh before snapping his fingers and pointing towards his bag full of clothes. Mikey frowned before walking over to it, picking it up with both hands by the straps, and threw it at Dash's head.

He barely managed to move in time, scrambling up off the floor and watching the heavy thing crash where his perfectly sculpted face previously was.

Wes just looked at him, tsking and turned around with his amusement only somewhat hidden.

He'd pay for that later. Dash would shove him into a cabinet, drawer, or something. He grabbed the bag anyways.

Kwan exited the bathroom in a large dark grey Dumpty Humpty shirt and very fluffy-looking pajama pants, the pants had a pattern of sleeping bulldogs with different colored heart-shaped sunglasses on. His hair was only a little damp, slightly covering his emerald colored eyes.

Dash shook his head to clear it after realizing he'd been staring for a moment too long. He strode past his best friend, expecting to catch the scent of semi-expensive hotel soap that was always in those annoyingly tiny bottles, but instead it was Kwan's regular shampoo and conditioner. Guess he wasn't the only one who brought his own for the three week trip.

Stepping into the bathroom, he noticed the mirror had bits of condensation around the edges, the steam was swirling around the bathroom fan and seeping out into the living room area.

He quickly closed the door and placed the bag on the floor, blocking access to the cabinet under the sink. A new fancy white towel was placed on the toilet seat along with Kwan's shampoo and conditioner.

The corners of his mouth quirked up as he reached out and his knuckles brushed the bottles, his friend probably left them on purpose in case he forgot his own. Dash didn't forget, but Kwan's thoughtfulness was appreciated and made his chest feel all warm and fuzzy with appreciation. So what if the field trip went from pain in the ass to bearable in three seconds, Kwan was the nicest jock out of them all and he hated being described as a ‘jock’. The guy always felt bad about relentlessly bullying Fenton a year ago and he could never hurt a fly.

With a hum, Dash turned on the shower and made sure the water wasn't burning to the touch.

It didn't take long to properly shower, the water had felt nice as it washed away fifteen plus hours on a bus, on a bus with all the sophomores in Casper High.

Dash realized after a few minutes of drying his hair to make sure it didn't make his pillow damp, that the noise of the city was muted, almost completely gone even. He could hardly hear the whispering of Wes going conspiracy theorist on Mikey and Kwan.

In fact, Dash could only hear their heartbeats if he listened closely, but even that was dulled.

Huh.

Dash prayed to the Ancients this was a one-time thing. He might have a breakdown if it wasn't.

He put the used towel in the hamper and turned to the sink to brush his hair out quickly. After putting the comb back in his bag he fished out a toothbrush and toothpaste along with floss and mouthwash.

Dash ran his fingers through his hair one more time to make sure it was as dry as he could make it, before finishing his nightly routine and putting his stuff away. He grabbed Kwan's soaps along with his bag and grabbed the doorknob, however, the metal creaked and his hand formed a slight finger-shaped dent in the shiny gold-colored material.

Dash grimaced, he didn't need to give Wes something else to hyperfixate on. He witnessed what happened the last time, and he felt bad for the poor freshman who was indeed a furry, but certainly not a werewolf.

He turned the knob with delicacy, making sure not to apply too much pressure. He walked out, barely suppressing a yawn. Kwan look up at him from the lower twin bunk bed near the windows, the exhaustion causing his eyelids to droop.

Wes was setting up a cork board riddled with pins, sticky notes, and photos. Where he managed to keep (read: hide) the thing on the bus ride stumped Dash.

Mikey looking at Wes as if he’d grown a second head, slack jawed and glancing back and forth between the three other teens in the room.

Weston shifted slightly, lifting his head a little higher and sneering when he took notice of the blonde.

Dash scoffed lightly and turned to walk towards his best friend. He tossed the bottles to him with a nod and a curve to his lips.

“You taking the bottom?” Dash couldn’t keep the yawn down this time, lifting his arms over his head to stretch while he walked away to turn the lights off, save the lamp on Wes’s nightstand.

“Yup.” Kwan said, popping the ‘p’.

“You wanna switch halfway through or nah?” The blonde questioned, flicking the switch by the entrance and checking the lock on the door.

Kwan hummed, “I’m alright, I don’t like sleeping high off the ground.” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly, a trait Dash swore up and down he learned from the youngest Fenton.

He nodded, and as he walked by Wes he smacked him on the back. Wes hissed in surprise, a couple of pins falling on the floor as they spilled from the box.

“Go to sleep Weston.” Dash grunted, sleep pulling at his achy limbs and sore joints.

“Yeah yeah I will you blonde bastard.” Wes hissed under his breath.

“Language.” Dash didn’t turn back as he spoke.

“English.” Wes snapped - causing Dash to throw a nasty look over his shoulder -, his lip curling before his head tilted a tad and his eyes took on an odd glint.

He didn’t have time to process it as he turned around and hoisted himself up onto the top bunk while murmuring a quiet ‘good night’ to Kwan.

Dash lowered himself onto the bed, placing his head on the pillow with a sigh of contentment.

It wasn’t long until the last light in the room turned off, Mikey’s soft snoring filling the air in minutes. Dash shifted on top of the covers, positioning himself to look out the window. The hotel was placed on the outskirts of the city, most likely to avoid the bullshit that Superman had to protect Metropolis from.

He let his thoughts drift, his mind jumping from one topic to the next. Dash fiddled with the silk - he thinks it’s silk - sheets as he stared out through the thick glass and found himself transfixed with the city itself, sure Amity Park was pretty, but the Fenton’s monstrous compendium of anti-ghost weaponry tended to light up the sky with green every time their local hero set it off. And don’t get anyone started on the amount OSHA violations the so-called OP’s center ha-

A creak of springs from one of the mattresses snapped him out of his little adventure. There was a pitter-patter of feet on the marble tile floor before the semi-silent steps on the carpet. It wasn’t Kwan, he could hear the whistle of air rushing between his teeth when he exhaled. It wasn’t Mikey, he was still snoring.

Dash concluded it had to be Wes, frowning, he turned over only to spot the conspiracy theorist with his camera. Wes was standing on the ladder, the lens barely two feet from his face as he heard the tale tell click of the shutter.

“Go away Wes.” He whispered harshly.

The redhead was suspiciously quiet, but he lowered the camera regardless. Dash scowled when he made no move to get down.

“I’d recommend you climb down yourself before I push you off.” Dash growled with little heat behind it.

Wes opened his mouth, closed it, and repeated the action a few more times before managing to utter a few words.

“I… don’t like this.” Wes’s gaze was fixed on the window and the space beyond.

“I don’t think any of us do. I’d rather be stuck with Fenton and the tech nerd than you.” Dash whispered, sitting up and pulling his knees to his chest, resting his chin on his kneecaps.

“Well yeah… but…” Wes started. “Ugh, never mind.”

The teen hopped off the ladder, glancing one more time at Dash, before looking over his camera to make sure it wasn’t damaged in any way. Dash flopped back down, taking the time to pull the sheets over his body this time. He heard Wes place the camera on the nightstand, step into bed, and eventually pass out.

It didn’t take long after that for Dash to fall into a dreamless slumber.

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knock knock knock

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KnoCK KNocK

KNOCK. KNOCK. KNOCK.

The voice was muffled but unmistakably Ms. Tetslaff.

“Get yer butts outta bed!! We’re leaving for the Art Museum tour in forty five!”

Dash could hear the shuffling of students mingling in the hallway.

Kwan stretched, joints popping as he hopped out of bed with more vigor than someone should have at seven in the morning.

Oh boy. This should be fun. For once, he agreed with Wes’s bemoaning.

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Wooosshhh. Done! I’m happy with how this is going so far, next up: Art Museum but then ✨crime✨

Hopefully I’ll be able to make time to write this week, and Happy Valentines Day! And to all, a good night!

Wait that’s not how the saying goes…

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hoodharlow · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Moviestar

AN sorry this took long lol. i was gonna so something about the vmas and met gala but decided against it hope you enjoy <333

Requested? No

Warnings SMUTTT, angst (neelam says some things she should have) but overall cute shit bc it’s miriam’s birthday

Word Count 6.7k words

“Now I get why you didn't want to sit in my box seats.” Kendall Jenner told Miriam, noticing Jack sitting courtside next to Urban and Zack Bia with his team behind him.

"I don't like box seats in general." She shrugged.

Kendall gave her a knowing look and guided them to the section directly across from Jack's seats.

They were in Phoenix for the Suns and Warriors game. Miriam hitched a ride with Kendall from New York. She's been there for a little over a month filming another movie. She starred alongside Evan Mock and Isabela Gomez. It's a book adaptation to 'Placebo Junkies' and about a highschool dropout who lives in a rundown apartment with her boyfriend (played by Evan Mock) and her best friend (played by Isabela Gomez). Evan Mock's character has a terminal illness and Miriam's character starts doing medical trials to save up some money so they can take a trip. Throughout the film it showed the desperation Miriam's character goes through to make money after her best friend passes away and what can happen when drug trials are taken to extremes. What Miriam is most excited about is the ending because her character is an unreliable narrator, and it leaves the ending left to interpretation.

She got the role back in September, when she was getting ready for the Met Gala, Jeremy O. Harris was also getting dressed by Tommy Hilfiger, like her and Jack, and brought up the movie role. Jeremy is one of the producers for 'Placebo Junkies'. He claimed that it was ‘perfect for her’ because he read the script for ‘The Lies We Vow To' ,her movie with Oscar Isaac, and drew similarities between the characters. Filming for the movie started in early October and set to end in mid December. Though right they're taking a week long break since Isabela Gomez is promoting one of her projects and Evan Mock is gearing up for the second half of Gossip Girl. Coincidentally, Miriam's birthday is in the same week and Jack invited her to spend the week with him while he toured. He offered to fly her out first class, but she had already asked Kendall if she could fly with her.

She hadn't seen him in forever. After Lollapalooza Chicago, she went to New York to work on her Met Gala look with Tommy Hilfiger and Soni, Danny and Claudia's mom. They briefly reunited in London but they couldn't spend as much time as they liked because Jack was busy doing shows and interviews, but they were lucky to sit at the same table at the GQ awards dinner. She went because she was her dad's plus one. Mateo was awarded some type of athletic lifetime achievement award for his time at Chelsea. Soon after that, Jack began his US tour and she was working for fashion month.

Her phone buzzed and she pulled it out of her back pocket. It was a message from Jack. Miriam read it and rolled her eyes at his corny message about how he's rethinking his career choices because she looks good in a basketball jersey. She didn't even try to make her outfit look cute. She wore some high waisted boyfriend jeans and his black hoodie with a Warriors jersey over it. Kendall Jenner was dressed the same, except she wore her boyfriend's jersey.

Miriam looked across the court to him. She smirked seeing him sitting with his legs open. She typed out how yearned to drop to her knees and suck him right then and there, not caring that seventeen thousand people saw her. She watched him pull out his phone and read her message. He squirmed in his seat and subtly adjusted his pants. He met her gaze and discreetly flipped her off while he fixed his jacket.

Not long after warm-ups started. Miriam and Kendall took several pictures, posting them to their respective social media accounts. At some point Juan Toscano, number 95 from the Warriors, came by with Jordan to say hi to Miriam when Kendall went to go greet Devin. Jordan left to finish, leaving Miriam and Juan to catch up.

From across the court Jack took notice of how Miriam was laughing a little too hard at whatever Juan was telling her.

"Aw, she's wearing his jersey. They make such a cute couple." said Charlotte, one of Neelam’s influencer friends that was close to Jack's age.

Charlotte and Jack had a very brief fling a few years back. He met her in Birmingham at one of his shows. She was tall and blonde, nothing too interesting to keep him around. She became some sort of southern Belle influencer and according to Neelam, she grew a decent sized following a few months ago. Jack wanted nothing to do with Charlotte after they ended things but she managed to stay friends with Neelam and would sometimes get flown out to hang out with her.

"They're not a couple." Jack said curtly, squeezing his paper cup as Juan and Miriam shared a hug.

"I don't know, that looks like a couple to me," Charlotte said in a sing-song voice. She reached forward to rub Jack's arm and leaned in, "what are we doing after the game, handsome?"

Thankfully the game started and Jack could just pretend he didn't hear her. But that didn't stop her from trying to get his attention. Every few minutes, she'd try to touch his arm. It got to the point that Jack had to ask Urban to switch seats with him. At half-time, the Suns' mascot went up to him and gave him a personalized jersey for the shout out he gave them in the 'What's Poppin' remix. By the time the third quarter started, Jack's social battery drained and he wanted to go back to his hotel room.

He pulled out his phone to text Miriam just as she sent him a text that she was leaving the game early. He replied back that she should wait for him because he was planning on leaving as well but he head to check in with Neelam and Chris.

"Hey, I'm heading back to the hotel with Miriam." He told Chris in a hushed tone.

"Okay, text me when you get to the hotel." He said.

"You can't just leave. The game isn't over." Neelam whisper-yelled.

"It's just a basketball game." Chris reassured her.

"Whatever." She mumbled, crossing her arms.

"Jack, where are you going?" Charlotte asked him.

"I'm leaving." He said bluntly.

"Can I go with you?" She quickly gathered her things.

"No." He said, looking over to Urban with a 'you seeing this shit?' look.

He grabbed his things and shook hands with Urban and Zack. He nodded at Chris and was on his way. He spotted Miriam and Beto casually waiting for the valet to pull up with their rental.

"Hey," he said, letting her know he was there.

"Hi." She grinned.

Jack ached to touch her, to have his arms around her, but he couldn't. When they established that they're a couple they agreed to be private. It wasn't anyone's business either way. Their close friends and family knew, along with Jack's team because they wouldn't be able to hide it from them. Other than that nobody else knew. To the general public they were just really close friends that saw each other at a lot of events.

Though Miriam accidentally let her followers know she wasn't single when she posted a selfie of her with Daisy jumping over her to her Instagram stories. Her caption was 'when your dog hears your man's voice and wants to join your facetime.' She had called him panicking and apologized. He reassured her that it was okay. He gave her his consent that she can talk about him as long as she doesn't mention him by name or post anything that can be traced back to him because he knew how his fans could get. Even before they got together, some of them didn’t like that they were friends while some claimed that they're not real friends and only hang out for PR reasons.

The valet approached them and handed the keys to the rental to Beto. He stood back to make sure there weren't any paps as Jack guided Miriam inside the SUV.

Once inside the confines of the car, Jack pulled Miriam into a chaste kiss.

"I fucking missed you." He said, pressing their foreheads together.

"Really? Because from the looks of it you and blondie looked rather comfortable. Are you going to dedicate a verse from my song to her too?" She asked him in a playful tone, referring to the Chicken Shop Date video.

"For the millionth time, it was edited." He groaned.

When he filmed the Chicken Shop Date video, he was asked what the most romantic lyric he wrote was and he recited a verse from the song he wrote for Miriam a few months back. But the video editors cut it so it looked like he made up the verse off the top of his head for the host. Miriam was a bit annoyed with him when she saw the video because she thought the song was just between them. But Jack reassured her that the song was between them. Though he did plan to have that part of her song in another song about her.

"I know I just like teasing." Miriam giggled.

The car ride back to the hotel was quick. Jack handed her a copy of his key while her and Beto checked in. Chris was able to book a room for her and Beto in the same one they were staying at. Will she be sleeping in it? No, the night was still young and her and Jack had several weeks to catch up with each other.

Jack went ahead of her and quickly picked up the things he had laying on the ground. He fixed up the bed and fluffed up the pillows. A few minutes later the card reader pinged, opening the door and revealing Miriam.

She closed the door and ran to him, wrapping her legs around his waist. Jack bounced her bit, adjusting her legs so she wouldn't slip off him. They kissed as he carried them to the cloud gray arm chair. They pulled away, removing their sweaters and shirts. Miriam stayed in her lace and silk balconette bra while Jack stayed shirtless.

“Did this come with a matching thong?” Jack asked, toying with a strap.

“No, but I got matching cheeky panties.” Miriam shrugged.

“You always gotta make your smartass comments.” he mumbled.

“Isn’t that why you like me?” she smiled sweetly.

“No, it’s because of this ass.”

Jack pushed her up so that his hands were on her ass. With both hands, he kneaded her ass and then pressed her down on the growing tent of his pants. Miriam held his face as she leaned down to kiss his lips. They moaned into each other's mouths as Jack kept moving Miriam’s hips on him. He held them in place and pushed his hips up for a different sensation. After what felt like an eternity, he finally let them go and wrapped his arms around her waist as they continued their makeout session.

Kissing Jack was addicting and it didn’t help that he’s good at it. Miriam has known all that since their shared kiss back at his birthday kickback. One kiss made her want to have a million more. And having him all to herself like this, she couldn’t help but be greedy and only want to kiss him. Though that didn’t mean she didn't ache to have him fill her up.

“This is embarrassing.'' Jack panted, finally breaking their kiss.

“What?” Miriam asked before kissing down his jaw.

“I’m about to bust,” he groaned.

“Bust what?” she scrunched her face in confusion.

“What do you think, smartass?” he deadpanned gesturing to his crotch.

“Oh,” she giggled. Miriam got off his lap and kneeled on the rug. With her hands, she opened his legs a bit so she could fit properly in between them. She sat on her knees and gathered her hair into a ponytail. "You know I wasn't kidding when I said I would have let all those people see me just so I can have you in my mouth."

"Is that so?"

"Mhm," she hummed as stood up.

She gave him his back as she slowly pulled down her jeans. She adjusted her panties, pulling them up her hips to accentuate her ass more, and got back down on her knees. She reached forward and undid Jack's pants. He lifted his hips allowing her to pull them down along with his boxer-briefs. She grabbed them and tossed them aside.

"Damn, you weren't kidding when you said that you were about to bust." Miriam noted as she reached for his cock.

"I told– fuck, Miriam." Jack cursed when he felt her tongue circle around his tip.

She spit on it and slowly jerked him off with both hands. She slipped him as far as she could take him. He let out an incoherent sound until she reached the back of her throat. She did it a few more times, egging him on. She pulled away, with a trail of saliva spilling from the corner of her mouth, and kissed down his length.

Jack sat back in amazement watching her slip him back in her mouth. Miriam always left him in awe. She presented herself with such grace and elegance. It was hard to believe that she was the same girl that was giving him the sloppiest head he's ever received. It turned him on more that only he had the privilege to see this side of her. That she was his lil secret and her was hers.

"Jack," she called to him in a soft voice.

"Yes?" He asked, quirking an eyebrow at her.

He knew that tone all too well. It was the one she used when she wanted to get her way with something because she knew he was going to say no when she'd ask him for something.

"Can you please fuck my face?" She leaned her head on his thigh and gently rubbed the other one. She met his gaze with a pout. "Please."

"You always gotta get your damn way, huh." He mumbled, shaking his head.

Jack moved to the edge of the armchair and spread his legs more. He bent down and pulled her up her neck, claiming her lips with his. He let go of her neck and gathered her curls with one of his hands while Miriam unclasped her bra flinging it behind them. She got on all fours, finding it more comfortable for her get her face fucked than kneeling.

"Ready?" He asked her.

"Yes." She nodded eagerly.

"If it's too much–"

"I'll squeeze your wrist three times, I know." She cut him off, rolling her eyes in annoyance. "We've been over it hundreds of times."

"I'mma about to fuck that snarky attitude of yours."

"Please do." She smiled sweetly.

Jack didn't bother to give Miriam a response. He tightened the grip around her hair and guided his cock back in her mouth. They moaned in unison. He slowly bobbed her head up and down his length, getting used to her mouth. She took him a little deeper each time. He still wasn't a fan of deep throat but lucky for him, Miriam knew what she was doing and didn't take him with such brute force. Several minutes passed and Jack began to thrust his hips up as he held Miriam's head in place.

In front of them was a full length mirror mounted on the wall. Jack noticed one of Miriam's hands rubbing herself over her soaked through panties. He loosened his grip around her hair.

"Take them off." He motioned to her panties. "I wanna see you play with your pussy while I fuck your pretty mouth."

Miriam nodded. She rolled over and yanked them off, getting back into the position she was previously in. She opened up her legs more so that Jack could get a better of her. She opened her mouth to him, letting him know they can continue where they left off. She whimpered in pleasure as he slid in her mouth once more.

Jack's grunts filled the suite, egging Miriam on as she rubbed her clit. She was pleasantly overwhelmed, but she needed more. So she inserted her ring and middle fingers inside of herself. She thrusted her fingers at the same pace Jack fucked her mouth. A hard smack on her ass, caught her off guard and brought her to her climax.

Jack pulled her away from him, allowing her to fully come. She rested her head on the inside of his thigh. Her moans were raspy, almost inaudible. She pulled her fingers out and offered them to Jack. He gladly took them and licked them clean. He brushed back some of her curls, making her sigh contently.

"We can stop here." Jack said.

Miriam shook her head. "You haven't come yet which is why we're doing this in the first place."

"I don't want you to think you're obligated just because you came, Miriam."

"I don't feel obligated to go down on you. I genuinely like sucking your dick. If I didn't, I wouldn't be down here getting rugburns on my knees."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm a hundred percent positive."

"Alright, you can do your thing."

"Yay!" She clapped happily.

Miriam’s eyes never left Jack’s as she took him back in her mouth. His stomach began to contract after a few bobs, letting her know that he was close. Slowly, she pulled him out of her mouth until only his tip rested on her tongue. She widened her eyes, making her look more innocent as she stroked him.

"Fuck Miriam, let me come on that pretty face." He murmured.

She nodded and sucked his tip one last time before jerking him off. She closed her eyes, not wanting to get Jack's release on her eye like last time. She felt warm streaks land on her cheek, sliding down her neck while Jack repeated her name as he came.

Miriam sat back on her knees once Jack's climax ceased. She was a sight for sore eyes. Mascara ran down her flushed cheeks. Her lips were plump, swollen from them meeting the base of his cock every time he shoved her head down as he thrusted his hips up. Her hair clung to her neck thanks to Jack's release and her sweat.

"You okay?" Jack asked her, noticing her zoned out state.

"Yeah," Miriam nodded. She got up and sat on his lap. "Thank you, for doing all that. You didn't have to, I know you don't like head like that."

"I know. Like you said, if I really didn't want to, I wouldn't have let you go down on me." He said, wrapping his arms around her.

Miriam nodded in agreement. She nuzzled his chest. She tried stifling a yawn but exhaustion finally hit her. She was on set for a few hours before she flew out to Phoenix with Kendall. She didn't even nap during the four hour flight because she was so excited to see Jack.

"Let's shower and get ready for bed." He said, helping her up.

"Can you fuck me against the shower glass?" She asked as they made their wya to the bathroom.

"No, knowing you, you'd want me to twist you up into a pretzel when I fuck you and that shit is dangerous."

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Jack stifled a yawn as he entered the hotel room. He was in Portland. The bus had arrived at the hotel just before midnight. It was almost six in the morning and he had set an alarm at four to go with Urban to get some doughnuts at 'Voodoo Donuts' for Miriam. It was her birthday and he wanted to surprise her with one of her favorite sweet treats.

"Where'd you go?" Miriam asked him as he climbed to bed. "I got cold without you here to hold me."

"I'm pretty sure you're only cold because you're sleeping in a thong and tank top." Jack murmured, pulling her to his chest. He kissed her shoulder. "Happy birthday moviestar."

"Thank you, but can we hold off until the sun's out?" She asked.

Jack hummed in response. He pulled the blanket, her tiger blanket that he stole from her before he left for tour, he wanted to have a piece of her to hold while he slept, over their bodies. They both fell back into a deep slumber.

Around seven, Jack’s phone began ringing. He cursed and reached behind him to the nightstand. Miriam stirred awake when she felt him get out of bed. She spotted him in the small living room area leaning against the back of the couch with the most annoyed look that she was all too familiar with. It usually happened when they were hanging out and Neelam would call him over to the studio. He hung up and walked back to bed with an apologetic look.

“What’s up?” she asked him as he plopped on the bed.

“Neelam scheduled three fucking radio interviews in the morning and one in the afternoon.” he mumbled into his pillow.

‘Of course she did.’ Miriam thought to herself, but she ended up responding, “And that’s bad because?”

“Because it’s your birthday and I brought you out here to spend it with you.” he turned his head to look at her.

“Jack, it’s okay. This isn't the first time I’m spending my birthday alone.” she leaned forward to brush back some of his curls.

“You’re not making it better.” He huffed and rolled onto his back, pulling her to his lap.

“I know what can make you feel better.” she said, pressing herself down on the growing tent in Jack's crotch. "Can I ride you?"

"I'd like that." He nodded.

Miriam nodded.

"But I want you to ride my face first.” he said, moving her hands away from his boxer-briefs.

"Oh my god, no!" She giggled.

"Why?" He sat up.

"I have thick thighs." She mumbled, embarrassed.

"So? I like thick thighs, especially yours." Jack murmured, kissing down her jaw as one of his hands crept inside her thighs. "I can tell it's warm. Can I please dive in?"

"If you–"

"Hold that thought." He cut her off.

Lyric inspiration hit him. Jack got out of bed and went where his backpack was. He unzipped a hidden pocket and pulled out a leather bound journal. He flipped through it until he found the page he titled 'Blade of Grass', quickly scribbling 'Thick thighs and I can tell it's warm, baby, can I please dive in?'.

"You good?" Miriam asked him as he shoved his journal back in backpack.

"Yeah," he nodded. He looked down at her thong covered sex and smirked, "that pussy of yours just gave me some inspiration for a song."

"I don't even wanna know." She scrunched up her face, cringing.

"Are you still riding my face?" He asked, laying on his back.

"If you wanna die."

"It'll be the most honorable way to go."

Jack checked his phone for the nth time. He was waiting for Miriam back in the suite because three hours before they had to be at the venue. He wanted to spend some time with her. A few days prior he had found a bakery near the venue he was performing at and ordered a small red velvet cake for Miriam. It was her favorite.

Jack tossed his phone on the bed hearing the keycard reader ping. Miriam entered the suite struggling to carry several shopping bags, so he got up and held the door open for her.

"Hi!" she said, tossing the bags on the ground. She turned behind her and grabbed the other bags Beto was holding for her along with a suitcase. "Thanks Beto, I'll text you later to head out."

She closed the door with her hips and placed the rest of her bags with the others. Miriam toed her sneakers off and took off her The North Face fleece jacket, staying in the white cropped white beater top she wore under. She pushed Jack on the bed and straddled his hips.

"I see you kept yourself busy." Jack nodded behind her at the large pile of Saint Laurent and Mario's shopping bags.

"After I watched Oscar Isaac die naked in Dune, I did some light shopping." She said, running hands over his chest.

"That's what you call light shipping?" He asked, arching an eyebrow at her.

"Yeah," she nodded, "you should see me in Milan and Paris. I empty the stores." A few seconds passed when she jumped off his lap and rummaged through her shopping bags. "That reminds me, I got you something."

He shook his head. He didn't like it when she spent money on him. "Miriam,"

"And before you're all 'it's your birthday you shouldn't have bought me something', this is purely for selfish reasons because I plan on wearing it when I visit you." She pulled out a white puffer jacket. Handing it to him, she said, "Mira, it's Moncler."

"I know these cost over twelve hundred. I can’t accept it.” he protected.

"Jack, if it makes you feel better we can say it's my jacket that I let you borrow." Miriam reasoned sarcastically.

"Fuck that," he frowned.

"You're helpless. Just take the fucking jacket."

"Fine." He grumbled, slipping on the jacket. It fit him perfectly. It wasn't too big but it was loose enough in the way he liked. "Thanks for the jacket."

"And maybe we can go to my grandpa's place in Aspen and I can ride you while wearing it."

"I'll buy you some snow boots so– wait, your grandpa has a place in Aspen?"

"Yeah, my white grandpa's family owns a small chain of ski lodges in Colorado. When they cut my grandpa off, he was lucky to already have his own lodge-cabin thing. We always go there for Christmas with my other grandparents."

"Why was your grandpa cut off?"

"They're racist and hate my abuela because she's Mexican." She shrugged. "Now let's change the topic. Did you figure out what song you're cutting so you can perform 'Yikes'?"

"How'd you know I'm performing that?"

"I overheard you and your DJ last night on the bus."

"Damn I was gonna surprise you." He fake- pouted.

"Oh well." Miriam giggled, pulling the jacket's hood over Jack's head.

"This got awkward." He pointed out after a few seconds of awkward silence.

"It did."

"C'mon let's cut your cake." He said pulling over to sit on the bed.

"Stop! You didn't get me a cake." Her eyes brimmed with tears.

He nodded. "Red velvet too."

"Fuck Jack!" She cried. She wrapped her arms around his body. "You're the best, you know that right?"

He smirked proudly. "I do."

He propped his phone at the vanity so he could record them while Miriam facetimed her parents on her phone. Everyone sang to her and she blew out the candles. She talked to parents while Jack got his things ready for tonight's show. Miriam hung up half an hour later and started to get ready.

Since she didn't get the dresses custom made, like she does when she buys at the Paris YSL store, they didn't fit as well as she liked. The champagne colored crushed velvet dress didn't even have adjustable straps and it made her breasts look weird. Miriam ended up going with the outfit she had originally packed. It was a black open front, long sleeve Jacquemus crop top that was held together in the front with a dainty gold plaque of the brand's logo and dusty pink high waisted cargo pants that matched the laces of her Dutch Green Air Jordans.

She then went to the bathroom to do her hair and makeup. She had straightened her hair earlier that day, but it rained thus making her hair curly once more. So she just clipped it back and did two little braids to frame her face. For makeup, she went with a more laid back look with a subtle eyeliner, soft contour, and some gloss. She felt her eyes a bit naked so she decided to put on some lashes that weren't too out there.

"Miriam, your phone's blowing up." Jack called from the bed as she tried to connect the strip to her inner corner.

"Give me a sec!" She yelled back as she wiggled the tweezers.

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed.

"What?"

"Why didn't you tell me?" He said walking in the bathroom.

"'Peraté…okay, got it." She said finally getting her eyelashes on.

"Is this what you were doing when you facetimed me in the orange wig?" Jack handed her his phone.

He remembered when she left for fashion month, she had to leave New York three days in because she needed to be in London for three weeks. Every time she’d call to facetime him, she’d be in a ginger wig similar to one Rihanna wore in 2015. Jack would have asked her about it, but he was too excited to hear her voice that he’d forget to ask.

Miriam looked down and saw a picture of her and Robert Pattinson on set for The Batman. She remembered that scene specifically. It was when her character and Bruce Wayne arrived at some funeral and were making small talk to someone who was running for mayor. It was posted from The Batman's official instagram account. The caption said 'happy birthday to @mdominguezmiller, our very Pamela Islas.' Poison Ivy’s original name is Pamela Isley but because Miriam’s Mexican, they changed her last name to fit her. The writers even hinted that her character was bisexual because some adaptations make her straight.

"No mames." She said to herself.

"Why didn't you tell me you were going to be in the fucking Batman?" Jack asked her. "That's amazing!"

"Well I signed an NDA and I have at most like five minutes of screen time. I didn't want to risk them getting cut. I didn't want to be like Madison Beer when she was like 'I was supposed to be in the video' when thank u next came out." She explained as she read through the comments.

She frowned. A bunch of people, mostly white men, are saying how she doesn't fit the character because she's not white and how they should have gone with a white woman and not some 'wetback' for diversity points. Others were saying she got the role because of her mom and how it wasn't fair. Her mom didn't even know she auditioned until she got the role. She auditioned back in 2019 while she was filming 'In the Heights'. The general public didn't even know she existed. Her instagram at the time was private. She barely had 20k subscribers on YouTube, all she did were fashion reviews and shopping hauls. Thanks to her joining in on one of Claudia's reaction videos in mid 2020, she started getting more subscribers. And that was because Claudia had to use a clickbait title. It wasn't until September of last year that she got on tiktok because she did one with her brother. Lastly her Twitter is a mess and tweets out the most absurd shit. Obviously, it's not like they hired her because of her social media presence.

"Here." She said to Jack, handing him his phone back.

His face softened, noticing her frown. "What's wrong?" He asked her.

"Nothing." She sighed, hopping down the counter.

"Miriam," he lifted her chin so she could look at him. "Tell me."

"People are being stupid in the comments." She sighed. "They're saying I only got to be Poison Ivy because of my mom and there are a few racist comments saying I can't be Poison Ivy because I'm latina. It's fine, people are dumb."

"Hey, you should feel proud that you get to star in one of the most anticipated movies ever. People never know the hard work you put it in no matter how hard you try to show them what you do to be where you are. They don't care, they just wanna talk shit. Trust me I would know, me and Nas have a whole song about it."

"I'm gonna repost some stuff then delete instagram for a few hours."

"Sounds like a plan. While you're at it, you should see what I posted." He grinned mischievously.

Miriam eyed him suspiciously then searched him up. His account loaded and she tapped on his instagram story. It was a picture of her with her cheeks stuffed with mille-feuille while she and Jack listened to the director of the Creme de la Creme promo tour video. At the bottom it said, 'happy birthday moviestar.'

"Of all fucking pictures you could've posted Jack"

“Noise canceling my ass.” Urban murmured as the couple exited the storage closet.

Miriam smacked Jack’s arm. “Te dije, he was going to hear us.”

Jack laughed and placed his arm around Miriam as they walked back to his dressing room.

“I don’t even know how you two were still horny. I heard you go at it at least three times back at the hotel.” Urban asked, lighting up a blunt.

“Jack we gotta get you mic'd up.” Chris waved him over.

“Shit, I gotta go.” Jack sighed.

“It’s okay. Me and Urban are gonna go to our balcony seats with Beto, who’s saving them for us.” she said.

“Keep an eye on her.” Jack said, doing his handshake on her.

“I don’t need a babysitter.” she frowned.

“Miriam, you have a bodyguard,” he argued.

“It’s different.”

“Enlightened me.”

“Don’t you have to get ready to go on stage?”

Jack rolled her eyes. He leaned down and gave her a peck. He gave Urban another hand shake then went to where Chris and some crew members were.

“I gotta get my camera, c’mon.” Urban motioned Miriam to follow him.

They flashed security backstage passes and entered the greenroom. Neelam, Metta and the blonde girl that was at the Suns and Warriors game were hanging out by the couch. They stopped talking when they saw her enter the room. They made a face and talked in quiet voices. Not wanting to make some awkward small talk, Miriam went to the snack table and grabbed a slice of pizza. She was hungry. After she and Jack cut her cake, Jack showed her how proud he was of her for her movie role with his tongue and cock. Then when they got to the venue, her and Jack went to go see The Homies perform before they snuck out for a quickie.

“That isn’t for you. It’s for the people that actually work.” Neelam told her, startling her.

Miriam never felt so embarrassed in her life. “Oh, I’m sorry. I–”

“You what? You think that you deserve to get everything handed? If you want food, then go get some.”

“You’re right. I apologize.” Miriam said coldly, trying to hold back tears. She dug in the front pocket of her pants, pulling out a wad of $100 bills. She counted five and tossed them on the table. “I’m sure that covers the slice. Urban, I’ll see you on the balcony.”

Based on the fear in Neelam’s eyes, she had no idea Urban was in the room. Miriam exited the room not wanting to deal with her. She sniffled and wiped the few tears that rolled down her cheek. No one has ever talked to her the way Neelam had. When she came with Jack to drop off his things, he told her that she could herself to whatever and that he even got jalapeño kettle chips for her.

“Miriam, hold up.” Urban called to her, jogging. He reached for her arm, stopping her. “What the fuck was that?”

“I’m sorry. Jack said that I could help myself. I should have asked.” She apologized.

“What?–That’s not…was that the first time Neelam has talked to you like that or have you had other run-ins with her?” he asked her. Miriam’s silence answered his question. “Does Jack know?”

“No, because it’s not a big deal.”

“You can’t be serious! She just went off on you unprovoked.”

“Okay when you say it like that…”

“Bro,”

“Urban, she’s Jack’s manager. I’m not going to say anything because it’ll risk his career.” her eyes softened. “Please promise me, you’re not going to tell Jack.”

“Fine, but if some shit like this happens again, I’m telling him,” he warned her.

They pinky promised and went to the balcony area. Beto was texting, ignoring the red head trying to make conversation with him.

“Want some?” Urban asked her, offering his new blunt as they sat down.

“I don’t smoke.” Miriam said. She’s too paranoid for weed. Alcohol already made her anxious as is and to add weed into the mix, was not good for anyone.

“You?” He offered it to Beto.

“On the clock.” Beto said.

Miriam furrowed her eyebrows. “Since when do you smoke?”

“Miss Dominguez I have a life outside of making sure you don’t fight paparazzi.'' He said, sipping his water bottle.

“It was one time and it was before you were even hired.”

“Since I’ve been hired you haven’t had any incidents.”

“Can I post this?” Miriam asked Jack as he walked out of the bathroom in only a towel wrapped around him.

He leaned down to see her phone, tugging the towel off to dry himself. It was a selfie she took of them in the elevator when they were coming back from the show. Jack was in a black puffer jacket with his back to the camera. Miriam’s face was also hidden thanks to the hoodie she wore.

“Go ahead,” he nodded, grabbing another towel to dry his hair.

“Okay, thank you.”

Miriam skipped the opening credits to the new Bob’s Burgers episode she was binging on her laptop. She switched out of her camera roll to Instagram. She fixed the lighting in the picture then typed out her caption. ‘Happy to spend my Jordan year with my favorite person, and ty to everyone for the birthday wishes.🤍🤍🤍’ She hit post and then connected her phone to her charger.

Jack finally got in bed and pulled her to his chest. They ate some of the cake while they watched their show. After a few episodes, Miriam yawned, nuzzling her head against his chest. She lifted her head and brought her hands up to his chest so can rest her head on them. She looked up at Jack and gave him a soft smile.

"Thank you." She said, tenderly scratching his beard.

"For what?" He asked her.

"For today, I know you were busy but you somehow made time for me. And I…" Miriam quickly clamped her mouth shut.

She almost said a certain three worded sentence. A certain three worded sentence she's never said to any of her past partners. Except for Conner, the first boyfriend she had, and that massively backfired on her. Because of him she couldn't say them to Kaleob and she really adored him. And yet here she was ready to say them to Jack as Bob's Burgers played in front of them while they gorged on red velvet cake.

"You what? You kinda stopped talking." Jack said, bringing her back from her thoughts.

"Oh, sorry" she giggled nervously. She cleared her throat. "I, um, I'm glad I got to be here with you. It's one of the best birthdays I've had in a while."

"Me too. I…I'm glad you had a great day despite everything."

Miriam pushed herself up and pecked his lips. He tucked a curl behind her ear and asked her, "What would you rate this birthday?"

"Definitely in my top twenty-three birthdays."

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halfagone · 7 months

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Hi Halfa! Do you think Danny could also hear the Divine Twitch Chat in Billy's head? Or even Martian Manhunter?

Because I had this wild imagination of King Phantom and Captain Marvel sitting in a JL meeting, and Danny randomly begins hearing the Macarena from Captain Marvel's mind, and he sees a bunch of ghostly outlines doing the Macarena dance behind the Batman while Batman was talking in his dull, monotone voice.

And then Martian Manhunter whispers, "You hear them, too?" The alien man sounds desperate 😂

I don't remember if it's common canon for the gods to be able to communicate with Billy. It might be fanon? It might be canon in some comics but not all? I usually see it as Billy flying by the seat of his pants.

If Danny had telepathy maybe he could? (I don't recall that being one of his canon powers, but it's definitely one you could add to the list.) If he possessed Billy then that's absolutely possible! I typically headcanon that Danny can sense emotions but not thoughts, so he could feel the impression on Billy being bored and trying to entertain himself but not how he's entertaining himself in his own head.

Martian Manhunter on the other hand probably could. He would try to respect other people's privacy and not look into their mind, assuming telepathy is somewhat a passive power. It's usually not, and has to be done intentionally, which is why telepathy is considered invasive because it can't just be done on accident.

Nonetheless, it's entirely possible that Billy is projecting his thoughts so strongly that Martian Manhunter literally can't escape it. He tries to block it out, but to no avail.

And that's how you get: "You hear them too?" XDD

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If you’re okay sharing, how many chapters of Robin’s Egg are you planning? I lost interest in dpxdc for a few months and am just getting back into it and am delighted by the amount of chapters I came back to. Robin’s Egg was and still is one of my favorite fics that takes up a lot of brain space with the amount of love I have for it!

Hello! Also, I know you asked this a long time ago so I'm sorry that I'm just getting to this now.

First off, thank you! I'm glad you love my fic so much! It really means a lot to see that!

As for how many chapters... honestly, I have no idea. I've learned a long time ago that I'm bad at following my own outline. Take my first big fic The Call of a Mute Heart. The original plan for that one was supposed to be 30 chapters, give or take.

That MONSTER is 115 chapters long and took about 3 years to complete.

This isn't the only time this has happened but it is the most prominent one.

So I've learned to not try to keep it to a certain chapter amount because odds are I'm going to blow right past it. However, I will say that I have Robin's Egg planned in 3 stages.

Stage 1: Damian finds egg and he's flying by the seat of his pants in how to take care of Danny because he has no way of knowing if he's helping or harming

Stage 2: Danny is awake but still in egg form. He still needs to incubate a little longer. But Damian can now check in to make sure Danny is okay.

Stage 3: Danny has hatched and now he isn't just Damian's problem anymore

At this point in the story, we're really close to the beginning of stage 3 and from there the clock starts ticking closer and closer to the end. Which in all honesty? Makes me REALLY sad because I have had so much fun writing it and Robin's Egg marked my first attempt at coming back into the fanfiction scene after an almost 3 writing hiatus.

I wrote off and on in between the two for various things but nothing this long. So to see my first attempt in a new fandom be so well received is just... so amazing to me. You have no idea how touched I am about it. You all have been so supportive in everything I've done. Even on chapters that I straight-up hated. Remember Chapter 3? Where Damian safety proofs his room and has the heart-to-heart with Tim and Nightwing at the end? Hated it. Wanted to take it down and try again. Couldn't believe that I posted such garbage. But you all absolutely loved it. Your comments put a new perspective on the chapter that I didn't see before so when I reread it, I could see where you all were coming from and I actually grew to like it.

So, yeah... I can't tell you how many chapters it's going to be though I do try to aim for like 10 or 5 at the end. So if it's like... chapter 51 when the end is starting, it'll fully end on chapter 55, etc. That's just an example, not a timetable. But I also don't want it to end yet as I'm sure that all of you feel the same. So we still have a ways to go as far as I'm concerned.

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impyssadobsessions · 2 years

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Raising Phantom chpt 2

AO3 Link DP x DC

Danny angrily colored a page that Jazz had set in front of him as he watched a video from his phone. Stupid page. It wasn't the page's fault, but Danny had to blame something. He still felt frustrated from the mugging. He was tired of hiding, and tired of playing defenseless kid. He wanted to scare the pants off them disgusting jerks. Well, he could always haunt them later. But Jazz could tell when he didn't get enough sleep. Call him cranky. He has a right to be! Danny stared down and sighed, the page just had ugly streaks of red in it. Looked like it was colored by a smaller child than he already was. He grabbed the paged and crumpled it up into a ball, getting what last bit of frustration he could out on the paper before tossing it in the trash. Even making it in the bin first try didn't help much.

“Feel any better?” Jazz asked as she sorted the returned books so they were easier to put back on the shelves. “No.” Danny grumbled, sinking in his seat. Danny glanced around and then spoke in a whisper. “Should have let me at them.” “You know why that was a bad idea, Danny. Besides, if I did, Red Hood would have seen you.” Jazz whispered back, never stopping what she was doing. Danny just huffed more as he sunk deeper in the chair. He hated being little. He should be in college, with his friends! …As if he even would have been able to. Danny glanced down, watching his fingers as he rolled the red crayon. He was barely passing any of his classes before being aged down. He was constantly asleep in class and most of the time he was absent chasing ghosts. And then, topic of major. He had no idea what he wanted to do with his life anymore. He never thought about it much after the accident. The one that turned him into a ghost. Half-ghost. He was still alive. “Jazz? Can I have another page?” “Sure thing, Danny.” Jazz handed him another page from the stack on the check out counter. The color page was just a dinosaur with a book, nothing interesting, but Jazz had said coloring is a relaxing activity. Which he was hoping was true. Mostly, Danny just needed to do something with his hands before he started accidentally using his powers... or go to the bathroom to fly out to mess with those muggers. That was very tempting option. He wonder how long it would take him before Jazz finds out.

The door to the library chimed open. “Hey Babs, sorry I was running late. Jaybird needed my help. So how things with the new girl going-?” A man walked in with a t-shirt and sweats, leaning over the counter looking at Jazz's back. His hair loose, but brushed out of his face, eyes blue and hair black. “Well, considering you already mistaken me for a season veteran in the library, I would say good.” Jazz turned around to smile at the man, taking off her reading glasses. The man did a double take, eyes widening, before running his hand through his hair embarrassed. “Man, and I get onto Timmy for not sleeping enough. Please don't tell Babs.” “No need, I saw the whole thing.” Barbara smiled, as she rolled her wheel chair next to the rolling chair Jazz was in. They look very similar, one might think Jazz was her younger sister. Didn't help they dressed about the same too. Jazz's face just was more round and her body was skinnier framed.

“Ah... No hope this isn't going on family chat.. huh?” the man jolted and then lowered his shoulders as if the answer was already given to him. “Are you guys related?” Jazz asked tilting her head, glancing between them. “Oh no, we've known each other since we were young.” Barbara clarified. “Making it sound like we're old.” The man grinned. “I'm Dick Grayson, Babs didn't tell me she hired her doppelganger. “ Dick held out his hand to shake Jazz's, giving a playful wink. Jazz reached out and shook it. “Maybe that's because she's off limits.” Babs smiled, as she leaned forward on the desk that sat behind the counter. “Is this because she has red-hair?” Dick taking back his hand, frowning at Babs. Babs leaned into Jazz with a nudge and a wink, “Don't fall for his charm. He doesn't know he's doing it.” Dick sighed, as he leaned on the counter, propping his head up with his hand. Jazz chuckled. “I'm not the one that needs to be charmed, if anyone has a chance with me.” Jazz smiled then looked back at Danny, who had been watching them this whole time from the little area he sat at. “This is my son, Danny.” Danny glared at Dick, bringing the point in. “And I'm Jasmine Nightingale, please call me Jazz.” Jazz smiled back at Dick. Dick blinked for a moment, looking between Jazz and Danny. They knew it was jarring with how young Jazz looked, but it was plausible. Dick then smiled at them, whatever thought he had, he kept it to himself. “Its nice to meet you, Jazz. Really, I am sorry for the mistake, but you two could pass off as sisters.” Dick then glanced back at Danny, giving him a brighter grin. “Its nice to meet you too Danny.” Danny glanced at Jazz, who was looking at Danny expectantly. Danny frowned, then idea popped as he grinned, “MOM says I'm not allowed to say curse words. Mr. Bleep.” Dick put a hand over his mouth as a snort come out. Babs turned her head. “Danny.” Jazz whispered harshly. Danny put on his best innocent face, which looked heavily mischievous instead. “Oh, so I can say it?” Jazz narrowed her eyes at him, trying to calculate how she should phrase it. “Only when you're referring to Mr. Grayson, or calling him.” Danny raised a brow, staring at his “mom” for a good long moment, then grinned cheekily. “Hey dick!” The tone was obvious. He wasn't using the name version of it. “Hey Danny!” Unfortunately it didn't have the effect he wanted as Dick was grinning ear to ear. Barbara shoulders were shaking a bit. Jazz turned back to Dick with a sigh. “Sorry. Danny doesn't really like to meet people.” “No need. I thought it was funny. The kids in my gymnastics class always get a kick out of my name.” Dick smiled. “Parents keep trying to force them to call him, Mr. Grayson. It doesn't work out too well.” Babs smiled. Danny stuck his tongue out. Of course someone who actively goes by Dick would be unbothered. He turned back to coloring, though pressing the crayon on the paper a bit too hard. “Oh, you teach gymnastics?!” Jazz asked curiously. “On the side. In Summer, I do it more. Especially with kids.” Dick explained. “I'll have to remember that for next year.” Jazz hummed with the thought. “I'm not going to dumb gymnastics class.” “It might help perfect your landing.” Jazz smiled with a wink. Danny narrowed his eyes at Jazz and huffed with a grumble back to his coloring pages. Groaning when he ripped the page with the crayon, before face planting into the table. “Landing?” Dick asked, giving a sympathetic smile Danny's way. “Oh, yeah. He likes to jump off of walls and tables and counters.” Jazz not looking at Dick as she said this, but up at the sky. Then she met him with eye contact again. “He scares me half to death.” A snort was heard from where Danny laid face down into the table. “He thinks its funny.” Jazz smiled. Dick raised a brow and then glanced at Babs. Barbara was gathering papers and stacking them, but gave a smile and shift of the brow in response. Danny stared at them, peaking above his arms where they laid. Danny liked Barbara okay. She did remind her of his sister, but more laid back. Jazz didn't know the meaning of chill. This Dick. Danny snorted to himself. He wasn't sure of. He didn't seem interested in his sister, but you never know. All he knew, that his head hurts now. He folded down his phone, that had stopped playing minutes ago. He flipped over the torn color page, lazily. Laying his head back down and started doodling on the back with a crayon. Snap. He hated crayons. --owo-- “So she was the one Jay saved.” Dick and Babs had separated themselves from Jazz and Danny to talk. Needing the privacy. “Yeah. She told me after she came in a few minutes late. She looked like she ran the rest of the way. Danny flopped face first into the floor.” Babs smiled. “Jaybird did say the kid reminded him of Damian. I think I see it, besides flopping onto the floor.” Dick chuckled. “I wonder if him and Damian would get along.” “If Damian doesn't try to kill him first.” Barbara chuckled. Dick sighed with a nod, then raised his head to look out the window of the back break room. “She so young though. She doesn't seem like the type to have one... that early.” “I was surprised to, but that's the joy of people right?” “If only it was always joy.” Dick shook his head, hating to know what happen to Jazz that left her that young with a kid. “And she goes to college?” “Yep. All on her own. She does have an uncle that she rely on from time to time, but prefers to make it on her own. All her paperwork checks out. Even had a name change. It seems she disowned her parents.” “That doesn't bode well.” Dick crossed his arms as he leaned against the wall. “There isn't any police reports, so I say it was a falling out. Or at least hope. But she's a nice girl and she handles her son surprisingly well.” “Can't help, but do a thorough background check, can we?” “I blame Bruce.” Babs and Dick chuckled. Barbara cleared her throat and continued, “I didn't dig too far. She's a psychology major and has been in the city for a few years now. Had jobs here and there. Lives near the narrows. Not pleasant area, but better than other places she's lived.” “Huh, I'll text Jay to let him know later. Kind of crazy she chose to move here though, has she lived here before?” Dick asked curiously. Barbara shook her head as she pointed for a bag of chips closer to where Dick stood. Dick took a moment then grabbed it, tossing the small bag to her. She caught it, and opened it. “No. They lived in a place called Amity Park all their life. I asked her the first day she was here, she said its not that different. Amity just smaller. So take that as you will, I couldn't find much about Amity Park, but the government has a place there. So if I had to place a bet, is they're the reason its strange.” Babs took a chip and popped it into her mouth. “I thought you said you didn't dig too far?” Dick smiled. Babs just shrugged. “Didn't. That was just all easy access.” “Huh. So she just trying to get away from it then.” “My guess, and the reason I stopped. Some people deserve to live free of their past.” Barbara took her turn to glance out the window. “Yeah.” Dick looking up at the ceiling. He couldn't help, but think of his brother. Of mistakes made in the past. Mistakes Dick has done. Bruce has done. “Well, I just dropped by to give you the files B wanted you to check out. I'll let you go back to work. Can't leave the new girl hanging.” “She's doing fine. Honestly glad to have her here.” Barbara sounded like she wasn't in a hurry but she stuffed her face with a few more chips, before folding the bag and placing it on the table. She dusted herself off ready to go back into the fold. “I'll send you more things Danny does too. He does keep things entertaining. Yesterday after he came in from school, he just took a dictionary and spent the whole day finding out different ways to call his teacher out while answering his homework correctly.” Barbara chuckled. Dick whistled, “Jazz get upset?” “No, she helped him come up with the idea.” Dick got a laugh out of that. People really were surprising.

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carolinaboy34 · 1 year

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Dan and Danny, Part 1

His bulge had gotten decidedly bigger since we started kissing, and it was reaching over to the side of his hip as I stroked him through his underwear. He was moaning as he continued to kiss me, his arms around my back and holding the back of my head, pulling me in tight and directing where he wanted me to go. I reached up and put my fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pushed in, feeling his hard shaft then wrapping my hand around its considerable girth. He gasped and squeaked a little, relishing the first touch of another person he has ever experienced.

It was midwinter, and everyone was starting to feel a little stir-crazy on campus. There were weird vibes everywhere and even a fight broke out in the campus center dining room. George and I decided to get away for the weekend and maybe try to break the weird mood we were in. His family had a lake house that was perfect for a get-away, and he asked his parents if he could have it for the weekend. They said sure, but that his dad’s brother and son were going to be there as well. George got really excited; his uncle was very cool and his cousin Danny was like a little brother to him.

The weekend came, and we packed up and left campus for the lake. He and I had been to the lake house before. It was the location where we really escalated our relationship when he fucked me on the sandy beach (and a few other places that weekend). Since then, we have had a regular sexual relationship that has just enhanced our friendship and made the bond we share that much deeper. The lake was a couple of hours away, so we settled in with good music and conversation. I was a little bummed that we weren’t going to be able to have the freedom to fuck this weekend that we were both anticipating, but we still thought a weekend away would be good for us. And I got the opportunity to meet his uncle and cousin, which I was looking forward to.

About an hour into the trip, since we were not going to be able to really fuck around a lot this weekend, I gave George a look that said I was horny. He undid his seat belt and the top button of his jeans then spread out a little, as if to say “Come and get it!”

I leaned over the console and put my head in his lap, smelling his musky, sweaty crotch and feeling the heat radiating out of his jeans. I reached over and grabbed his dick through his jeans, then undid the rest of his buttons and opened the fly completely, exposing his hard on pushing the material of his underwear up and out of his pants. I pulled the waistband of his underwear down over his shaft and exposed his glistening head to the air. I took his shaft in my hand and pulled it away from his body before descending down the length with my lips and tongue. I ran my tongue all over his shaft as it filled my mouth, my saliva coating the length as I pulled up then dropped back down again and again. He leaned back further and moaned out loud then reached over and ran his hand down my back, rubbing my back lovingly as I took him into my mouth in the car.

He continued to rub my back and reached down further until his hand went under the waistband of my pajama bottoms and rubbed my ass. He was kneading my muscles firmly, warming my body up while I throated his cock repeatedly. His hand worked its way down my ass further and into my crack, and his middle finger searched out my hole. While I had his dick in my throat and was swallowing around the head, his finger breached my anal ring and sunk into the first knuckle. I moaned around his dick and doubled my efforts, sucking him deeply and raising and dropping on him as fast as I could. On the drop, I would take him completely into my throat and hum and swallow around him, using my tongue along the length to stimulate him as much as possible. His finger kept dipping into my ass and stimulating my prostate, and I was hard as stone in my pants.

George started breathing more deeply and moaning louder, and his finger was digging into my ass harder and harder, so I took him fully into my mouth and held him there, swallowing and rubbing his length with my tongue until he took a sharp breath in and held it, then fired 4-5 shots deep into my throat and down into my belly. I pulled up a little and the last few shots landed in my mouth, where I savored the salty, nutty flavor before I swallowed it down.

He kept digging into my ass and I pulled off his dick and held onto him tightly as my orgasm rocked through my body. He just knew what buttons to push for me, and I came a huge load in my pants.

I stayed in his lap for several moments while he pulled his hand out. Once I returned to a more normal state, I sat up and straightened myself, then pulled his pants back together and buttoned them up. He put his seatbelt back on, and we resumed our drive to the lake uneventfully.

We arrived an hour or so later and were greeted by George’s uncle, Dan, and his cousin, Danny Jr. They were very cool and had already started drinking by the time we got there. Dan Sr. was a big bear of a man with short, dark hair highlighted with some gray streaks and a full, bushy beard with the same gray highlights. Danny Jr was adorable, with floppy, dark hair and deep, solemn eyes, with a very fit frame, from what I could tell under his flannel shirt and Carhartt pants.

We got our stuff and put it in the cabin, with George and I sharing a room. Dan took the other bedroom, and Danny was taking the couch in the main room of the house. We settled in and grabbed a couple of beers then hung out with the others until dinner time, when we all prepped some steaks Dan had brought and grilled out, with salad and potatoes on the side. The beer continued to flow deep into the night until Dan announced he was going to bed, which prompted us all to do the same. Danny crashed on the couch wrapped in a blanket, while George and I took the other bedroom. We cuddled on the king-sized bed most of the night, too drunk to do anything sexy, with the road head holding us over for the night.

I woke up a while later, just as the sun was coming up but way too early to be awake, with a bladder screaming for release, so I got out of bed and pulled on some underwear before going into the main room of the house to find the bathroom. I finished up an epic pee, but didn’t flush so as to not make a lot of noise, and went back toward the bedroom to crawl back into the warm bed and George’s embrace.

As I passed the kitchen, I caught Danny out of the corner of my eye, standing with his back to the sink and leaning against the counter, the early morning sunlight bathing his silhouette. He had his hands on the counter behind him and was leaning his head to the side with a tired but sultry look on his face.

“Morning” he whispered as I stood there a moment too long looking at his underwear-clad body, his impressive bulge pushing out the front of his white briefs.

“Hey” I said back and stopped to turn to him. His father was asleep in the bedroom down the hall, and George was deep asleep in the other bedroom, so I didn’t fear disturbing them.

“I’m having trouble staying asleep. I’ve been awake for a while. Saw you and George in there really comfy together…”

“Yeah, I guess you could say we are pretty comfortable around each other. Especially when his girlfriend isn’t around.” I figured I had little to lose by putting it out there. He clearly wasn’t too ashamed to put on display what he was working with to a total stranger.

“Looks nice. I wish I had someone special to spend time with. Pretty much me and my right hand to keep me happy.”

“Cute stud like you? Surely there’s someone chasing after you!”

“Nah. There’s a chick I’ve gone on a few dates with, but nothing has come from it. She’s cool and really cute, and we have fun together, but we aren’t real serious.”

“How about a friend with benefits? There has to be someone around that you could play with.”

“Yeah, that isn’t so easy to advertise, is it? ‘Dude, wanna trade blow jobs?’ Good way to get hit around here.”

“I’ve not had much trouble, but it’s easier when you’re gay and out, I suppose. But, I’ll be a friend if you want to…”

His face brightened immediately, and he gave me a questioning look saying “You sure?”

“Fuck yeah. You’re hot as hell!” And I walked closer to him, until we were eye to eye and about 6 inches apart. I reached up and cupped his bulge with my right hand, my left reaching around his back and pulling him to me. We looked at each other with wide eyes for several seconds before he leaned in and kissed me on the mouth, tentatively at first before diving in with as much energy as I’ve ever experienced. It’s clear he has kissed a lot, because he was so firm and gentle at the same time, paying attention to everything and making me feel like he wanted to consume all of me. It was wonderful.

His kissing became more passionate and he was humping into my hand with increased urgency, and I could tell he was approaching the cliff edge and would soon fall over. I dropped to my knees and pulled down the front of his underwear to expose his cock, it bouncing in the air with his heart beats. It was beautiful - hairless and long with a prominent vein curling around the shaft, his head wide and pink and leaking precum out the tip. I couldn’t help it and brought it down to my mouth and took him inside, slowly lowering myself down his length to feel every ridge and bump and allow him to enjoy his first blow job.

I got to the end, his hairless balls bumping into my chin and his dick head lodged in my throat, which I contracted around him several times before I came off him and repeated the movement, bringing him all the way into my mouth and making love to the shaft before pulling off again. The fourth time I descended onto him and my nose bumped into his pubic bone, he tensed up and rose up on his tip-toes before trying to push into me further, his shaft expanding before exploding into my throat with the force of a cruise missile. He fired four or five shots immediately before I was able to pull away some and get the rest in my mouth. It tasted strong and wonderful, the volume filling my mouth before I swallowed and savored every drop.

He slumped against the counter and let out a huge breath, a smile plastered across his face.

“Drew, that was fucking amazing. Is it always like that?”

“If your partner knows what they are doing, it can be! You tasted awesome. That was great!”

“How about you? You didn’t get off. Want me to do you?”

“I want you to do something…” I said, noticing his hard on had not subsided even a little bit. I pulled my underwear down, spit on my hand and reached back to rub it over my hole, inserting a finger to open me a little and push some spit inside. I spit on my hand again and rubbed it over his cock, adding to the precum and left over cum oozing out of the tip. He shuddered from the stimulation and the realization of what is to come.

I leaned against the kitchen counter, facing the window and pushed my ass out toward him. The sun was just coming up over the lake, and the birds were starting to stir with the warmth. It was a beautiful sight that I was really enjoying when I felt Danny grab onto my hip and push into me, his dick rubbing in my crack pointing up between my cheeks. He humped into me for several moments before I leaned over, pressed my chest against the counter and reached back to grab his dick. I pointed it at my hole and pulled him forward until the tip made contact with my tight ring, then let go. He stood there tentatively for several seconds, his heart beat palpable through his dick and my ass.

“It’s ok, Danny. Go ahead!”

“It looks so fucking hot sitting there. You sure it’ll fit?”

“Oh yeah, I’m sure. Just take it easy!”

He stood still for several more moments, staring at the joining of him and me before he grabbed onto my sides and slowly pushed forward. I held still and relaxed my sphincter, and he broke through and entered me very tenderly. I pushed back slightly and accepted him further until he hit my ass with his abs and was fully lodged inside me. He felt amazing, and he held still for a while to get used to it and to probably calm down. His ever present heartbeat was palpable in my tight hole, and feeling him throb inside me was such a turn on. I loved that my body was the first one he has felt these feelings with, and I aimed to make sure it was always a pleasant memory.

After several moments, he started to pull out, and I held still to let him have control over the situation. He pulled almost all the way out and held still with just his head inside my hole then pushed back in.

“It’s so fucking hot watching it go inside you! Your hole just opens and eats it up!”

“It feels amazing, Danny. I hope it is for you too.”

“Fuck yes it is. Never felt anything like it before.”

“Awesome. Do it how you want, man. I’m all yours!”

“I don’t fuckin’ know what I’m doing Drew, but this feels amazing!”

Following instinct alone, Danny took to fucking like a fish to water, using long, slow strokes to maximize the heat and friction along the shaft of his dick. He varied speed and power to make my ass sing, and the sensations flowing from him to me through my hole were bringing me to the edge quickly. He grabbed my hips and started to fuck more powerfully, driving into me with intensity that sent signals from my ass to my brain and back down then straight out my dick, which fired volley after volley of cum against the cabinets, dripping down onto the floor. I was a quivering mess, my body rocked by my orgasm, and my legs were shaking to hold myself up against the thrusts of Danny into my tingling hole.

My orgasm didn’t slow him down, but seemed to spur him on, sending him into overdrive. He powered into me with incredible energy, shaking my body and sending shock waves across my ass. He continued for several more minutes, just driving his dick into me, his balls slapping mine and his body rocking my world until his grip became stronger and his breathing became more ragged. He pushed into me one final time and held still while his dick throbbed and fired 6-8 shots of his tangy cum deep inside me. I slumped against the counter, and he slumped over me, my abused hole contracting around his dick and pushing him out. His load trickled down my legs, resisting the futile efforts of my abused hole to hold it in.

He stayed on my back for several minutes, the sunlight showing more brightly in the window and highlighting our coupling. He stood and groaned, allowing me to stand and stretch. I grabbed some paper towels to clean up our mess before pulling my underwear back up and giving him a passionate kiss, sleep already showing on his angelic face. He made his way back to the couch and wrapped himself up in the blankets while I threw away the trash and made my way back to the bedroom and George. Before I closed the door, I looked back and saw he was dead asleep, so I went to George and resumed my place as the small spoon, him wrapping his arms around me and pulling me in tight. I was soon asleep, comfy in the arms of my best friend.

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An Early Start - Chapter 10 - Danny Phantom

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Ao3 Description: The accident that turns Danny half-ghost happens when he is four years old and leaves him trapped in the Ghost Zone. Clockwork finds him and takes him in to raise. But what happens when Clockwork sends Danny back to the human-world ten years later when a permanent portal appears?

Chapter 10:

Getting out of this awful place as fast as he could became Danny’s top priority. The mall was too stuffy, too hot, too… full of people, and he didn’t really know what he was doing. Thankfully, Jazz seemed to catch on and she flagged down an associate for help. The two of them were directed to the clothing section in his size, and his pant measurements were taken too. To be honest the whole thing felt invasive. But, they finally got what he needed and he was left to his own devices.

As Danny perused the clothes, Jazz hovered close by but gave him enough distance to breathe. Occasionally, he’d glance over at her and catch her staring. He wondered if she knew this is just as surreal for him as it is for her. Eventually, when he looked lost again, she told him to just pick a size that looked like it fit him and he could try it on in the dressing rooms.

Danny felt bad when he saw the moment she realized he didn’t know what she was talking about.

So, Jazz took charge and picked out clothes for him instead, then guided him to the dressing rooms, shoved the clothes in his arms, and said, ever patiently, “Go in to one of those rooms, lock the door, and try on those clothes. If it doesn’t fit, put it to the side and we’ll put it back. If it does fit, and you like it, put it in a separate pile and we’ll buy it.” The trying on part Danny understood. He’d just never heard of a ‘dressing room’ before. He didn’t tell her any of this as he nodded and did as he was told.

They ended up leaving with a few bags of clothes, enough for a whole new wardrobe, none of which would've happened without Jazz's assistance. After picking out a new pair of shoes and a few other essentials at a different store, they were finally able to leave the mall.

Danny wanted to fly away the moment they exited the building, soar high into the clouds and never come down. The only thing stopping him was obviously everything. Instead, he closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and savored the fresh air.

Next to him Jazz asked, “Are you hungry?” Danny peaked an eye open and looked at her. “We’ve been shopping for hours and before that, cleaning for hours. I don’t know about you but I’m starving!”

Once again Danny realized he hadn’t even thought about eating. That’s what that tight feeling in his stomach probably was. He nodded in agreement. So, they walked back to Jazz’s car and took off for food.

Despite not really remembering the town, Danny remembered the Nasty Burger. Maybe it was the smell that hit him the moment they stepped inside. Just like the mall and just like the town, the restaurant was cramped and small, at least by Danny’s standards. It seemed to be another quirk of the human world that Danny would need to get used to. They made their way to the front counter and Jazz said, “Get whatever you want.”

Well… Danny didn’t know what he wanted. He read the menu above the cashier but the choices all seemed too overwhelming, and he didn't understand the odd names the meals seemed to have. He pulled out his notebook and wrote: I’ll have whatever you have.

Once again it seemed like he said the wrong thing because Jazz had that concerned look on her face again. Nevertheless, she obliged, and soon they were taking a seat at a booth with two trays of food.

The silence that fell over them was thick, heavy. The only sounds between them were the soft chewing of food or sips of drinks. Danny could tell Jazz wanted to say something. Could see it in the way she kept tucking her hair behind her ear, or the way she’d bring a fry too her mouth and pause for a moment before taking a bite. Finally, Danny broke the tension. I know you have questions. You can ask them.

Jazz chewed slowly as she read to give herself more time to think. But, she swallowed her food, took a sip of her drink, and replied, “You’re right. I do have questions.” She folded her hands and sat up straighter. “But I don’t want to ask them if they make you uncomfortable. You’re back. We have all the time in the world now. Not to mention you seemed uncomfortable around mom and dad.”

Danny didn’t even need to think of his response. So did you.

“You caught that…” Jazz trailed off before quickly refocusing her attention. “Okay. How about we takes turns asking each other questions. Sound good?” Danny nodded. “Okay, how about you go first?”

Danny took a moment to think. In all honesty, he didn’t want to start out with the serious questions yet. So, he asked an easy one. Do you still sleep with Bearbert Einstein every night?

When Jazz read it, she couldn’t help the laughter that escaped. “You remember that? Oh, man, of all the things.” She wiped a tear of laughter from her eye. “Every night. He still helps chase away the bad dreams. I have yours, too.”

Danny tilted his head.

“Your astronaut,” Jazz explained. “That day… I found him at the top of the stairs to the lab. I’ve slept with him in my bed every night since then. It’s helped me stay close to you all these years.” She seemed sheepish in her answer but Danny felt touched. He wished he’d had something to remain close with his sister in the Ghost Zone. “I meant to give it back to you earlier but with all the cleaning, I forgot.”

Danny simply waved it off. Your turn.

“Okay.” Jazz tapped her chin and hummed. It seemed like she wasn’t ready to ask the serious questions either. “Do you still want to be an astronaut?”

He smiled. It was actually one of the few things from his old life Danny still frequently thought about throughout the years. His love of the stars never died. It’s still my biggest dream.

“Well then,” Jazz teased. “Looks like you need to study up.” But, her playful demeanor quickly vanished as a thought occurred to her. “All these years… have you ever gone to school?”

Danny tapped his pen on the table. Light-hearted time was over. Jazz… He lifted his pen and paused. She used to be the one person he could tell absolutely anything to. But, he also remembered what Clockwork said to him, about how they weren’t ready. He decided to give her a half-truth. Mom and dad asked me where I was, too. I told them I don’t remember. He paused and looked up at her. He could see her following along as he wrote. I actually do remember, but I don’t want to talk about it. I didn’t go to school but I had a teacher. He was kind. That’s all I’m going to say.

“Danny…”

Please don’t tell anyone. Not yet.

Jazz seemed so torn. An internal struggle between what her mind thought was right and what her heart thought was right. But she seemed to settle on a decision. “Okay,” she nodded. “I promise I won’t tell.”

Danny gave her a grateful smile. He placed pen back to paper and said: That was two questions. It’s my turn.

“I guess it is,” Jazz agreed.

Why are you so withdrawn around mom and dad?

The surprise on her face was evident, and her expression changed to something of resignation. “You know,” she said softly. “You were never this perceptive when you were little. I guess it’ll take me a while to get used to how old you are now.” She took a deep breath and adjusted her hair again. “I don’t have a good relationship with them. On a surface level… I know they’ve always loved us. But, they’ve always loved their work more, whether they realize it or not. It wasn’t easy growing up and when you were little, I tried to shield you from it.

“Mom and dad often forgot about us, but forgot about you even more often." She continued. "So, I stepped in as caregiver. Then one day when I came home from school, and you were gone due to their negligence, it broke our relationship for good. I…" She sighed. "I still love them, I can’t help it, but I’ll never forgive them.”

Danny let those words sink in. Let them fully absorb in his mind. The thing is, he knew, the whole time he knew, and it was about time he told her as such. I’ve always known. He wrote. Even when you tried to protect me from it I always knew they didn’t pay attention to us, and that you were my real mom.

Jazz gasped, teared up, and reached out to grab his hand. “Danny, I-“

Danny squeezed her hand and smiled. I know.

That night, for the first time in ten years, Danny got to see the stars in person, and it was the most tranquil he’s felt in a long time.

The next few days were as hectic and overwhelming as the mall. Danny was taken down to the police station to restore his identity. During the whole ordeal he was asked question after question, after question. Where was he? Did someone take him? Did he run away? Was he being held captive? Did he escape? Was he given permission to leave? Did someone help him? How did he get home? How did he know where his home was? Every single one of Danny’s answers were the same. I don’t know. I don’t remember.

The police weren’t the only people asking him questions. Reporters were, too. Between frequent trips to the police station and the doctor, it seemed like everywhere he turned reporters were bombarding him with questions and dubbing him the “Ghost Child”, since apparently he came back from the dead. Only Danny knew the dramatic irony of that name.

When he wasn’t being asked questions by detectives or reporters, or having yet another physical at the doctor, he was being asked questions by a trained psychiatrist. Danny may be unaware of things like dressing rooms and cellular phones, but he knew when someone was testing his cognitive awareness. The one upside of it was that they managed to find a psychiatrist that knew sign language, so he didn’t have to write everything down. Despite letting her know that he was not deaf, she still spoke with him exclusively in sign. This, Danny didn’t understand. Nevertheless, she was nice and she seemed like she genuinely wanted to help, so Danny cooperated.

Later, when he was supposed to sit in the waiting room, he excused himself to the bathroom then proceeded to turn invisible and sneak in to her office where she spoke to his parents.

“Danny is a bright young man,” she said. “And after a few sessions, I can say with certainty that he is of sound mind and with a mindset to match his age.”

“What about trauma? What about what happened?” Maddie pressed.

“Danny has shown signs of depression and asocial tendencies, and it is clear that there are things he is hiding, but despite his situation, he has not shown signs of post traumatic stress disorder.”

“Hiding things?” Jack asked.

The psychiatrist nodded. “Danny has said that he does not remember anything of the past ten years. I cannot say for certain, but I believe he is lying. However it is… odd. Usually when someone lies in situations like this, it is a sign of Stockholm syndrome, to protect their abductor. But through our sessions, I've found Danny does not display any other signs of Stockholm syndrome. It makes me believe that he left your care willingly, however nothing else in our conversations point to that either. In all my years, Danny is the first case that has truly stumped me. Unless he tells us about his past, I’m afraid there is not much I can do in this area. I can help him with his depression and asocial behavior but besides that, and I hate to say this, I don’t see anything else wrong with him.”

Danny heard enough. He felt guilty and sick to his stomach. He knew he didn’t owe his parents anything but seeing the looks on their faces, the regret on the psychiatrist, it suddenly all became too much and he left the room. Danny made sure the coast was clear in the bathroom before changing back, and going over to the sinks to splash his face with cold water. He clutched the sides of the sink and looked at himself in the mirror. The only thing in the world he wanted to do right now was escape back to the Ghost Zone and never return. It took him a moment to realize he’d lost control of his ice power and he’d frozen over the entire sink, the ice beginning to crawl up the mirror. He quickly broke free and swiftly exited the bathroom. He nearly walked straight into his dad. Jack caught him by the shoulders. “Danny, there you are. You ready to go home, son?”

Son.

Jack kneeled down. “Hey,” he narrowed his eyes. “You okay?”

Danny forced himself to make eye contact with his dad, swallowed thickly, and nodded.

On the ride home, his mother was talking. Danny was only half listening. “I got the results of your laryngoscopy this morning. As you suspected the results weren’t good.” She turned in her seat to look at him. “So, your sister, father, and I have all decided to learn sign language for you, sweetie! Hopefully soon you won’t have to write everything down anymore. Isn’t that great?”

Danny didn’t really care. It would take away his excuse to not join in on “family dinner conversations” and he wasn’t really looking forward to that. Like Jazz said, he knew his parents loved them, and like Jazz, he couldn’t help but love them too, but he didn’t really like talking to them. He felt bad about it but he couldn’t help it. They took him to all his appointments and helped keep the reporters away but every time they got home, they'd immediately go back to their lab where they would remain unless they happened to remember dinner.

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Ao3 Notes: Chapter 10 already! Thank you so much for reading and have a wonderful day/night!

#an early start au #danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom fanfic #danny fenton #jazz fenton #claustrophobia #anxiety #maddie fenton #jack fenton #mute!danny fenton #disabled danny fenton #renegade writes

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Book of boba fett rewatch

Chapter 1 - A stranger in a strange land

I love how gross the sarlac pit is

The massiffs are little lizard dog babies

Ugh the wookiee skin makes me so sad

Maxxxx reboooo

I love how petulant the child tusken is

Chapter 2 - The tribes of tatooine

I love the ribbons braided into fennecs hair

Black Krrsantan

Get into the flashback juice

The Tusken narrative + cultural exploration makes this show worth existing (even if it doesn't entirely align with Boba's character)

Chapter 3 - The streets of mos espa

The droid has such classic Matt Berry energy with 'he who should not be named'

I love the mods they're just little punk kids

Ugh the Tusken massacre is so lazy

Danny trejo babyeee

Is the 10x a size a reference to the holiday special where boba rides a dino

The mods are dressed so impractically for the desert keep slaying kids

Chapter 4 - The gathering storm

The modders are sooo cool god i want to see more cyborgs in star wars

Boba is so fucking bitter that he was left to die by his enemies

The tiny probe droid is so spy kids

Jabba didn't double cross you Boba?? At least not this time, bud

Fennec is so slay

Hit it Max!!!

Chapter 5 -The return of the mandalorian

Here we go here's where we go off the rails

Say the line bart

I love an awkward elevator scene

I hate everything about the darksaber in live action and what they say about mandalore

Housemate is so fucking mad about Din being cast out

I do love Peli though

I love that fennec is has good sense of humour

Chapter 6 - From the desert comes a stranger

Cobb babey you're back

Artoo is such a troll lmao

Luke is very clearly flying by the seat of his pants here

Luke why are you traumatising a baby

I really despise Ahsoka's attitude in this episode lmao

Cobb and Din reuinted again and these two boys are flirting

Oh bane you look so rough but I still love you

Chapter 7 - In the name of honor

Boba acts so fucking righteous considering all the violent shit he's done in his past that he hasn't redeemed himself from

Bonding with tuskens doesn't resolve his bounty hunter past--and it doesn't have to!

Anyway I love fennec's interaction with the mods

I love Santo so much and that he's still so bloodthirsty but also willing to accept help when he's injured

Landing on that jetpack must be so painful

King Kong rancor let's go

This show is a mess but at least there's fun to he had

#leshi star wars rewatch #star wars #the book of boba fett #boba fett #the mandalorian #din djarin #grogu #luke skywalker #fennec shand #peli motto #cobb vanth #leshi speaks

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🎶🧐🦅🤲

🤲 - Would you please share a snippet of a wip?

Chay curls his hand into a fist experimentally and the rhythm of the kiss stutters slightly as Kim's mouth opens on a gasp. Emboldened, Chay runs the tip of his tongue against Kim’s lower lip. He feels a pulse of giddy pride as he feels the last threads of Kims control tense and snap.

The measured restraint that Kim exudes gives way to something half as guarded, twice as hungry, and the kiss turns desperate and relentless. There’s a heady thrill in it, the feeling of pulling Kim apart, and Chay is finally lost to it. The first glide of Kim’s tongue against his own sends a sharp spear of arousal from his chest to the base of his spine. His hands tangle in Kim's hair in response, lungs burning, half desperate to surface, half desperate to drown.

Chapter 3 of the as yet Unnamed KimChay fic - Currently T rated despite what that last bit sounds like lmao

In the interests of not wrecking anyone's dashboard with my ramblings 🎶🧐🦅 are Under the cut!

Send me an Emoji Fic Ask! ✨

🎶 - Do you listen to music while you write? What song have you been playing on loop lately?

SO - Short answer, No. Which is sad. But I find lyrics quite distracting while trying to write!

Long answer: Sort-of? I'll sometimes pause while writing to listen to songs when I'm writing a new section or need to settle back into an emotion.

I have playlists that I listen to for each couple, and within each one will be songs that match the individual characters feelings, and/or the vibe of the scene/chapter. So before writing I'll usually listen to the playlist while walking home from work or doing the washing up lol, so that by the time I sit down to write it I'm already in the right frame of mind.

For example: The songs for the snippet above were Someone To Stay // Vancouver Sleep Clinic and Bad Behaviour (Acoustic) // The Maine

On loop: Disbeliever // Danny Dwyer - it was on a random bad buddy playlist I found on spotify and it's just the most PatPran song ever. It's free serotonin babey ✨

🧐 - Do you spend much time researching for your stories?

None of my fics have required too much Actual Research so far, theyre always more character studies than technical plots. That said I am definitely going to have to rely on google and other fic writer knowledge because Chapter 2 of the above fic takes place in the gun room and I am unfortunately quite Br*tish and so have never held a gun in my life, let alone fired one lol. We'll see how it goes. It's more of an excuse to get Kim and Chay as close to eachother as possible without touching rather than super accurate gun knowledge. Nobody's reading it for that lol.

🦅 - Do you outline fics or fly by the seat of your pants?

I find outlines so useful! Mostly because I think much quicker than I can ever write "properly" so when inspiration strikes I just chaotically bulletpoint a scene / chapter / fic from start to finish with all of the main story beats. Then while writing I go through the chapter point by point writing it "properly" from the narrating characters perspective.

Every fic I have has started as a one shot and ended up as Not A One Shot, and as soon as it starts to expand out, I put it into an outline table. The only one shot still intact is a backburner 5+1 KinnBig fic that needed an outline for structure anyway lol

It's nice because it kindof lets me write the bits of the chapter that inspire me most / I vibe with on the day.

This was so so fun!! Thank you so so much for asking!! 🥰✨

#kimchay #kim theerapanyakul #porchay kittisawasd #porchay kp #kim kp #kimchay wip #wip #ask #Oh if anyone actually wants the links to playlists I'm v happy to share them!#They're not super long as I tend to be very picky about what goes on them (KimChays is only 2.5 hours)#I kindof want to make fake albums from each of their perspectives but that may be Doing Too Much lmao #but anyway!! this was so so fun thank you so much for asking hehe #kpts

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hi im still on this also im too lazy to put this on ao3 since the rest of dannymay2020 is only on ffn knjbhgv

Lightning flashed above the trees as Danny ran through the forest. His feet slapped through the mud and the rain plastered his hair to his face.

His powers were shorted out and the hunters pursuing him were gaining on him. He couldn’t last much longer just running through the dark, slippery forest. He’d have to find somewhere to hide eventually.

As he passed another tree, the woods opened up into a small clearing. He could see a small pavilion-picnic structure before the path led to a parking lot further away. This was going to be his best shot for now. He slowed as he walked closer to it, looking for a way in when he suddenly walked into someone’s chest.

Panic shooting through his chest, Danny punched the person in the stomach and tried to dart away before they grabbed onto his arms.

“What the fuck… Fenton?”

Danny looked up with wide eyes into Dash Baxter’s face. He could cry from both relief and dismay right now.

“Why do you look like you’re being chased by ghosts?” Dash paused. “Are you being chased by ghosts?”

Danny shook his head. “Not ghosts.” He panted. “Hunters.”

Dash’s eyes widened. “Hunters? Why are hunters chasing you? Are they serial killers?”

“They’re ghost hunters. They’ve been chasing me for 30 minutes-”

“Why are ghost hunters chasing you?” Dash asked, his brows furrowed.

“That’s not important.” Danny said as he began to look around again. “I need to find somewhere to hide before-”

The rustling of bushes could be heard coming from the direction Danny had run from. Whispers made their way through the rain towards them.

“Shit!” Danny whispered.

Then Danny was being pushed towards the room in the pavilion. “Dash, there’s no time. It’ll take too long for us to open-” Danny stopped as Dash opened the door and shoved him inside. “-it.” Dash started pulling off his letterman jacket and the hoodie he was wearing underneath it. He handed both to Danny. “Put these on.”

“What?”

“Put them on! You don’t want them to recognize you, right?”

Danny looked at Dash for a moment before shoving both the oversized hoodie and letterman jacket over his small frame. Once he had the letterman jacket situated, he felt Dash pull the hood up over his head.

“Okay, so here’s what we’re gonna do if they come in here. We’re-”

Both Danny and Dash looked over Dash’s shoulder as they heard the doorknob rattle.

Dash turned back to Danny and got real close, pushing him against the wall.

“We have to pretend to makeout.”

“What?” Danny looked up at him.

“What else are two teenagers gonna be doing here in the middle of the night? They won’t ask us any questions if they think we’ve been macking on each other the whole time.” “Like a fakeout makeout?”

“Yeah?” Dash looked down at him. “Why do you have a name for that-”

The door opened behind Dash and he pushed himself even closer to Danny, his face inches from his own. Dash’s hand came to rest against his cheek and the two men who entered the room started talking.

“I don’t think he’ll be here. The ectoplasm readings aren’t high enough and-” The man who was speaking paused and Danny felt himself tense up. “See I told you. It’s just some teenagers who are probably from Amity Park. All those people there have small ecto signatures, it was too low to be that ghost.”

Dash jumped and turned around to face them, faking embarrassment.

The other man scoffed. “He couldn’t have gotten far, he couldn’t fly.” The man looked at the two of them. “Have either of you kids seen a ghost around here? White hair? Weird jumpsuit outfit?”

Danny felt Dash tense up at the mention of his ghost half’s description. “No, we haven’t seen any ghosts since we left Amity Park. Is there a dangerous one roaming around out here?”

The first man nodded. “We’ve been following a level eight ghost for about a mile and a half now. We’re worried about it getting back to town.”

“Huh. Well we haven’t seen anything. But, I think we,” Dash grabbed Danny by the waist and pulled him to his side, “are going to head back into town. We wouldn’t want to get mauled out here where no one can find us.”

“What about your friend there? Has he seen anything? He’s been awfully quiet.” The second man said, leveling a look at Danny.

“Oh him?” Dash laughed nervously. “He’s mute. He doesn’t talk, but he’s been with me the whole time so he wouldn’t have seen anything either.”

The man pursed his lips. “Okay, well, have a nice night you two. Stay safe in that weather out there.”

“Thanks!” Dash said as he waved at them. “You too!”

He pulled away from Danny and grabbed him by the hand, quickly pulling him out of the building and towards his car. He didn’t pull away until he had shoved Danny into the passenger seat of his car and was heading around to the driver’s seat.

Danny watched the men walk out of the building as they drove away. The further away they got, the more Danny relaxed into the seat.

He let out a breath and looked over at Dash. “Thanks, I would’ve been toast without you there. You should drive around town a bit just in case they decide to follow us.”

Dash glanced at Danny before turning his eyes back to the road. “Why were they looking for Phantom?”

Danny paused. “What?”

“Phantom. Ghost with white hair, weird jumpsuit outfit.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Come on, Fenton!” Dash shouted. “Don’t lie to me! Were you just hanging out with him? Why didn’t he stay with you? Why didn’t he try to keep them off of your trail? Were you protecting him?”

“I don’t know why they thought I looked like Phantom. They were chasing me, not him.”

“That doesn’t even make sense. How would they confuse you for Phantom? You don’t even-” Dash paused as Wes’s words crawled through his brain, insisting to the whole student body that Danny was Phantom. Dash’s mouth dropped open and he slammed on the breaks, coming to a sudden stop in the middle of the road.

Danny braced himself against his seat and the door. “Dash! What the hell!”

“You really are Phantom, aren’t you?” Dash said, facing Danny.

“No, I’m not.” Danny said, glaring at Dash.

“Oh, shove it. Why else would they describe Phantom when they were chasing you through the forest? You realize that doesn’t make sense, right?” “So, what, I tell you I’m Phantom so you can call me a freak and tell the school?” Danny scoffed. “Yeah, right. No thanks.”

Dash stared at Danny, his expression dropping. “You really think I’d tell the whole school?”

“Yeah, why wouldn’t you?” Danny mumbled back.

Dash continued to stare at Danny. “Because they would hurt you.”

Danny let out a dry laugh.

“What? Why do you think I stopped wondering where you hung out when you weren’t fighting ghosts? I’m not stupid enough to ignore all the ghosts and ghost hunters that have it out for your neck!” Dash sighed. “The longer the GIW were in Amity Park the more I realized the kind of danger you were in.”

Danny’s gaze flicked over to Dash.

“It wasn’t even just the GIW. Your parents-” Dash’s mouth dropped open again. “What the fuck! Your parents! They hunt you!”

“They don’t know.”

“Well no shit!” Dash ran a hand through his hair. “Holy shit.”

“Listen, Dash, while I would love to keep exposing my deepest secrets to you, I’d really like to get out of this forest.”

“Right, right.” Dash sat forward in his seat again, driving forward.

Silence settled over them, Danny staring out his window and Dash flicking his gaze to the other boy frequently.

They finally made it back into town and Dash drove up and down and around the different streets a couple times before finally pulling up in front of Fentonworks.

Danny sighed and unbuckled his seatbelt. “Finally. Thanks, for, you know.” He was about to get out of the car when he paused, looking down at the jacket and hoodie he was still wearing. “Here, I almost forgot-” Danny started shrugging out of the letterman jacket when Dash stopped him.

“It’s still raining. You can borrow them and give them back to me on Monday.”

Danny’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure? Don’t you want something to wear in the rain?”

Dash shrugged. “I’ll be fine. I think I have another hoodie buried in here somewhere.”

“Okay, well.” Danny grabbed the door handle. “Bye.” He quickly climbed out of the car and darted up the stairs to the front door. Before he closed it, he turned back to Dash and waved goodbye and shut the door.

Dash waited a few seconds before taking a deep breath and he started to drive away.

He had a feeling he wouldn’t be getting the sight of Danny in his jacket out of his head anytime soon.

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