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I kept thinking of little baby man Phantom and the potential of Danny being an actual baby of the Infinite Realms. However, he’s more snake teenager than itty bitty Little Baby Man edition, cause I think it’d be so funny to just — imagine this teenage snake curled up in a summoning circle, obviously having been taking a nap and looking up with his big green, sleepy eyes and Constantine just stares and freaks because, “THATS A WHOLE ASS BABY, PUT IT BACK!”
But they can’t because apparently the summoning was more of a ‘knock knock I’m a babysitter’ and Danny’s ghost parent decided that this was the perfect time to have some time for themselves if Heroes were so willing to take care of Danny for a little while.
Another take — mainly in reference to a different post about Klarion actually just being a toddler of the infinite realms with no ideas on how to human and thinks him fighting with heroes is just a play date — zooms into the human realm where the heroes are and just goes, “Hey I’m dropping my baby sibling onto you guys cause my dad got mad last time Danny got hurt by the humans I hang with. So here you go, I’ll pick him up later.”
A teenage snake Danny is dropped into a hero’s arms where he mainly grumbles and then shifts to better take a nap. Klarion drops the baby essentials at them with no further explanations other then “here’s their favorite blanket, if they get fussy taco them; here’s the baby milk make sure it’s -200 F, they have an ice core, etc.” and then just DISAPPEARS after leaving what amounts to a month old infant in human heroes care.
#dpxdc#dp x dc#dc x dp#dcxdp#danny phantom#dp x dc crossover#danny fenton#dp x dc prompt#Klarion: so here’s a baby for you to babysit :)#heroes: YOU CANT JUST LEAVE A BABY#Constantine: I’m not going to DIE BECAUSE SOMEONE TRANSLATED A CHILDS PLAYPEN INTO SOME LITTLE PRISON#Constantine: you fools this baby will make and break us#Danny who does the cat tongue thing and sleeps#Danny is a baby but for the comedic effect he still looks like a teenager but no legs and all snake#idk who dad is but they sure as hell are gonna be big as fuck#Klarion is Danny’s brother either way#Klarion is 6 years old#is the baby powder just pure kryptonite?#maybe#all supers are weak against Infinite Realm baby milk#yes it’s going to be funny if a super tries to get the baby powder and immediately drops#Danny will fuss if he isn’t held immediately#he will also fuss if he isn’t fed on time and will make it everyone else’s problem#dying wail is still a thing and the heroes are absolutely floored when it first happens#heroes: THE BABY IS DYING?!#Danny: GIVE ME MILK! >:(
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two is a party
a bechloe + a cat drabble
“Mrowww.”
Beca groans, rolling over in bed and opening her eyes to see Chloe’s cat yelling at her girlfriend’s face. She glances at the bedside table where the digital clock blinks 3am. “Dude.” She untucks her hand from under her chin to pet Danny’s back. “It’s three in the morning.”
Chloe stirs, a sleepy sound leaving her lips even as she snuggles her face further into Beca’s neck. “What does he waannt,” she whines.
Beca chuckles. For all people say about how Chloe seems like a morning person, Chloe is actually just as bad as Beca; sleeping late and waking up late and having a persistent scratch in her voice until she’s had her morning coffee. Chloe’s just drifted off for a half hour, and now her cat is giving her a hard time. Beca shifts her attention to Chloe’s red locks. She kisses Chloe’s nose, laughing at the way it wrinkles. “I think he’s hungry. Or bored.”
“I filled his bowl before I came to bed.” Chloe huffs, her eyes still refusing to open. Her arms tighten around Beca’s middle, the moonlight dancing in from their partially curtained window reflecting off the few freckles on her skin. Beca breathes in Chloe’s sleepy flowery scent, her heart content with the way they currently are. As if feeling left out, Danny meows again. “Becs, make him stop please. I wanna sleep.”
Beca looks at the cat again. Danny stares at her, and then slow blinks, perfectly innocent in all his troublemaking mixed gray tabby glory. “Maybe he just needs some attention.” She reaches across the blue comforter to play with his white socks. “Are you bored, baby?” When Danny chirps low in his throat as if in agreement, Beca coos. “Awww.”
And Beca doesn’t know if it’s because she’s become soft now that she’s in a relationship with her long-time crush or if she’s practically adopted Danny like one of her own, but the sympathy she has for the small thing now pawing at her fingertips prompts Beca to sit up. This proves to be a bad idea, because seconds after she’s detangled from Chloe’s arms, she’s quickly reminded that she’s naked. Goosebumps erupt up her spine and on her chest, and Beca curses, gripping the comforter to her skin. Chloe’s also realized that her warmth is no longer there, which causes her to grumble and sit up as well.
“What the hell,” Chloe says, her face all scrunched. She glares at the situation, her blue eyes narrowing surprisingly more at Beca than Danny, even though it was Danny who started this stupid thing. “What was that for?”
Beca gapes, appalled. She doesn’t mean to be defensive but it’s not her fault Chloe was woken up. She’s confused as to why Chloe’s more irritated at her than at her cat. “What do you mean? He needed us! What am I supposed to do? Ignore him?” She crosses her arms, clutching the bedsheets closer. It suddenly feels chilly. “I would never do that.” Beca looks to Danny for support. “Right, buddy?”
Danny meows his affirmative. He makes a show of getting on his hind feet and rubbing his face on Beca’s hand.
“You didn’t have to leave me like that though.” And those words, combined with the disgruntled tone of Chloe’s voice, allow Beca to truly understand what the problem was. “You could’ve given him his attention from here.” Chloe pats the space between them.
Beca bites the smile spreading across her mouth. Something flutters in her chest, settling dense and deep into her lungs and blood. “Wow.” She leans into Chloe’s pout, scooping up Danny along the way, cuddling him against her cheek, “You’re just as needy as him, aren’t you?”
The accusation is met with a heated kiss, Chloe’s tongue flirting with hers. Her weight tries to push Beca down, but with Danny’s protest, Chloe changes course. She switches their usual position, lifting Beca and the cat up until they’re both in her lap. Chloe then scoots them all down, laying on her back with a nip to Beca’s lower lip. When she’s done; when Beca is tracing a trail down Chloe’s neck and Chloe is gasping and Danny is happily kneading biscuits into the mattress beside their heads, Chloe answers.
“Maybe. You are mine after all.”
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fin.
#this totally has nothing to do with something my crush said today about her cat waking up her at ungodly hours of the night#bechloe#beca mitchell#chloe beale#bechloe fic#w writes#pitch perfect#wow it’s be a while since i’ve posted something
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sleep like the dead
“And now, I, Technus, shall finally have my electronic vengeance on you, ghost child and conquer this puny human world!” Technus shrieked, exiting the portal in a suitably dramatic fashion. The various weapons around the lab shook and trembled from his power and static from his core crackled, raring for a fight with his favorite enemy. Only the Phantom didn’t appear.
“Hmm, maybe I wasn’t loud enough,” Technus mused before starting up again. “Pathetic Phantom! You can only hope your miniscule half human strength will be enough to take on my squiggling mess of the tangled wires of terror!” He threw back his head and cackled loudly, waiting for his nemesis to show and the battle to begin. His laughter petered out after a bit and the lab became silent once more.
“Well, now he’s just being rude,” Technus fumed, floating up through the ceiling. “Don’t ignore my threats, child. I know you’re here, I can feel your cold core.” He stopped once he reached the ghost boy’s human lair, hovering a few feet from the bed where his rival was sprawled out, sound asleep.
“Come ghost boy, it’s time for fisticuffs! I have some new moves and some great catchphrases I’m ready to try out on you!” The technology ghost exclaimed in excitement, miming some punches. Phantom didn’t answer, just kept laying there barely moving save for his soft, shallow breaths. Technus watched as his breath fogged with each exhale, his core’s ghost sense but it still didn’t awaken him. “Child? Have you expired?”
He leaned forward and gently poked the boy’s cheek. It was squishy but firm unlike a ghost’s exterior and he could feel the dense bone underneath. Phantom didn’t so much as twitch. Technus drew back his hand, unsure of what to do. He’d surprised the child while he was in bed before but he always woke up and they fell into the usual routine. But now he’d changed the script and if there was something ghosts didn’t like, it was change. He flew back down to the portal and sped into the Ghost Zone at top speed, searching for someone who would be able to help him understand.
“Wow, baby pop whooped your butt that fast? Either he’s getting better or you’re getting more pathetic, my bet is the latter,” Ember teased as she strummed to herself from a floating rock near her lair.
“The ghost child won’t wake up and fight,” Technus said in a rush. “I went to the human world but no one answered my challenge. I went to his human lair and he was just lying on his bed thing and he wouldn’t move, even when I touched him.”
“That’s not like him, he’s usually more hopped up and ready to fight than a groupie on coke,” Ember frowned, setting aside her guitar. “Well come on, sparky, lets go check the kid out.”
They developed something of an entourage making their way back to the human portal. A few of the locals had heard that the infamous half ghost child was behaving differently and well, curiosity didn’t stop when the cat was killed. Skulker chuckled menacingly under his breath, Youngblood bounced around the adults. Johnny and Kitty had been going to the real world anyway and decided to tag along.
“Were his folks or Jazz home?" Johnny asked, riding his cycle slow enough to keep pace with the group.
“Who?” Technus questioned, “er no, the annoying children always with him were not around for once.”
“Annoying yes but they don’t live- uh occupy the same lair as the brat,” Johnny explained. As a younger ghost who’d held onto his humanity more than some, he had a better grasp of human culture. “His parents, the crazy ghost hunters in the blue and orange jumpsuits. Or his sister, Jazz. She has red hair and is kind of a know it all. They’re his family, they live with him.”
“Oh those weirdos,” Youngblood said wrinkling his nose. “Always loud and shouting about ripping apart ghosts. They’re not even good hunters.”
“Obviously, they haven’t noticed they got a ghost living with ‘em,” Ember added with an eyeroll.
“It’s a very stressful situation, Danny was worried about what they’d do if they found out,” Kitty frowned before sticking her tongue out at Johnny. “Danny’s a good guy, at least he talked to me about things that mattered.”
“Good target practice, you mean,” Skulker declared as they entered through the portal. Instinctively they all looked up to where the ghost boy’s core was humming but sensed no movement. “Alright, I will admit that is weird. Let’s see what the whelp’s up to.”
It was a bit cramped, the five of them crammed into the small room especially when they were keeping their distance from the room’s only living occupant. He had not moved since Technus had last been in here. At their entrance, his breath fogged again and he shivered for a second before settling back down.
“Well, he’s alive at least,” Johnny shrugged before leaning in close to examine him. “Kid looks wiped though.” He picked up the boy’s bony wrist which had been dangling off the bed, his fingers brushing the floor and held it up before dropping it. His knuckles rapped against the ground but he didn’t stir.
“Johnny, leave him alone, he’s trying to sleep,” Kitty hissed, yanking her boyfriend back by his ear.
“Come on, I’m not doing anything bad,” Johnny defended. “But, come on, how often are we gonna get a chance like this?”
“Hmm is human sleep that interesting that the ghost child would ignore all of us?” Technus asked, floating over and laying himself down on the bed. He laid there on the bed next to the boy for a few moments. “I do not believe I’m doing this correctly.”
“Nah you gotta close your eyes and go off to dreamland,” Youngblood said, grabbing a sock off the floor and then some papers from the desk and began stacking them on the half ghost’s head. The boy still didn’t react in the slightest.
“Is dreamland close? Another pocket dimension like the Zone?” Technus, ever the scientist, asked curiously.
“No, you idiot,” Ember sighed before tentatively reaching out and laying a hand on Phantom’s chest. “Yow, man that’s weird.”
“What?” Skulker asked, having been mostly content to watch until now. Youngblood had now piled several more items on the ghost boy’s head but he slept on, unawares.
“It’s just,” she scrunched up her face as she looked for the words, “I know what ghost cores feel like and I’ve been around enough humans to know the signs of life but he’s got both at once. His core flares and fades opposite his heart beat. It shouldn’t work but it does, somehow.”
“He is a most curious specimen, I rarely see Plasmius in his human skin so it’s hard to compare,” Skulker commented. “Of course Plasmius I can understand. He acts like a ghost, thinks like one. But the child, he’s certainly a ghost but he’s also decidingly... human.”
“That’s why we should be leaving him alone,” Kitty frowned, plucking Youngblood out of the air and moving him away from the sleeping teen. “If Danny isn’t waking up with all of us causing a racket then clearly he’s exhausted. We bother him enough, let him rest and fight him some other time.”
“But I wanted to fight now,” Technus whined, rolling over on the bed and resting one arm over the ghost boy’s body. “The Phantom surely wants to hear my latest monologue on how I’m the supreme ruler of everything electronic and beeping.”
“I know I don’t,” Youngblood shrugged.
“Me neither,” Johnny scoffed.
“Or me,” Ember muttered, putting her hands on her hips.
“Just let him rest,” Kitty said shooing the others back and gently brushing some of the kid’s hair out of his face revealing sallow features and dark marks under his eyes. “It’s hard enough being human much less a ghost on top of that; between fighting us and trying to have a normal life I bet he hardly gets any sleep. The least we can do is give him a break before he breaks.”
“I suppose it’s not sporting to kill a sleeping prey,” Skulker pouted. “And it’ll make his defeat more meaningful if he’s well rested and not uh,” he gestured to the Phantom’s general state of disarray.
“Better appreciate it,” Ember sulked for a second, kicking away some pajama pants from the floor. “His stupid human life. I’d give anything to sleep again, just for a minute.”
The ghosts sat in quiet contemplation for a moment, the dead looking enviously and curiously on the silent, sleeping boy, on a world they could only watch but not engage in. The moment was shattered by the front door slamming open.
“DANNO WE’RE HOME AND WE BROUGHT CHINESE!” Resonated through the house. Startled awake, the ghost child leapt out of the bed and hovered about a foot above it for a moment before sinking back down.
“Darn it Dad, I was napping,” Danny grumbled before he opened his eyes and saw several of his ghostly enemies standing awkwardly in his room. Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Technus lounging on his bed. “What the-”
“Oh good, you’re awake!” Technus tittered happily, leaning into his personal space. “Ready to hear my spiel?” The temperature in the room dropped rapidly as his core ramped up and spilled over into his eyes which were no doubt glowing a fierce green.
“Get out of my room!” He shouted, reaching over to grab his emergency under the bed thermos but a sock falling from his hair into his face distracted him.
“Hey, just stopping by but we were just on our way out, sleep well, Danny sweetie!” Kitty said dragging the whole group through the floor. His core thrummed in agitation until he felt them cross the portal into the Ghost Zone. He sat there for a moment, shaking and panting from the adrenaline rush before he decided he really didn’t want to know. He flopped back onto the bed and reached over on his nightstand for the bottle Jazz had given him the other day.
“The heck is in this stupid sleep aid?”
#danny phantom#another flash is the pan DP fic#just something about Danny being so tired (also ODed on Nyquil) that he just misses his ghost sense going off#and the ghosts being there and without all the threats of death#just kind of hanging around#looking over him curiously snooping#how often do they get to like see him up close?#he's a freak! lets look him over also stack shit on his head!#and the weird space where you just cant remember being human and what sleeping is like but also being so envious that you cant do it anymore#((also just a note that Danny had all his enemies in his room and slept soundly but woke up in a jolt when his parents got home))#((take that as you will))
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1300 miles | chapter two | b.b.
Summary | Bucky Barnes is adjusting to civilian life, living in Brooklyn, visiting Sam in Delacroix when he can, and trying to figure out what he wants. When he meets Jo Landry, the tattooed lead singer of a New Orleans-based band, he thinks he might have found the answer. Too bad they live 1300 miles apart.
Time Frame | post-TFATWS
Pairing | Bucky Barnes x fem!oc
Rating | explicit
Warnings | mentions of combat-related injuries, alcohol use, tattoos/body piercings, coarse language, gay male character, bisexual female character, recreational/medicinal drug use (weed), pet names (doll, Sarge), smut (f/m, mutual masturbation, fingering, very very slight dom!Bucky, praise kink), angst if you squint but not really, and all the romance tropes/fluff because I'm a sucker for it; more warnings to come; 18+ ONLY, minors DNI
A/N | Likes and comments always appreciated. :)
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Tag | @mrs--barnes
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previous chapter
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Jo wakes the next morning to a text from Danny: Did you fuck the Winter Soldier?
She rolls her eyes and responds: Fuck off. He’s not the Winter Soldier anymore.
Danny replies with a leaf emoji and the words: Come upstairs.
Jo slides her glasses on and climbs out of bed. She pads into the living room as quietly as she can to find Bucky snoring on her couch with Toulouse perched on his chest. She can’t stop herself from snapping a picture with her phone.
Upstairs, she lets herself into Danny’s apartment. She’s met at the door by Greta, Danny’s PTSD service dog, a medium-sized German Shepherd who waits patiently for Jo to kneel down and scratch her behind her ears.
“Morning, pup,” Jo whispers.
“I’m out here,” Danny calls from his third-floor balcony.
“Coffee?” Jo asks.
“Cold-brew in the fridge,” Danny responds.
She detours to the kitchen before joining Danny at the small table on his balcony.
“Did you have a nightmare?” Jo asks. Danny always smokes the morning after a nightmare.
“They’re called flashbacks, and yes,” he responds, taking a deep drag of the joint.
“But they’re getting better, right?”
"Since you came back, yeah, they're getting better."
“Give me that,” Jo says, reaching for the joint. She takes a drag then exhales slowly. “You can always wake me up when you have a flashback, you know.”
Danny snorts. “I was afraid I’d wander into your bedroom to find you getting dicked down by an Avenger.”
“Please stop,” Jo groans. "You get that you're my brother, right? And this is weird."
Danny laughs, "It's only weird if you make it weird." Then he says, “Seriously, though, what’s the deal with Mister Tall-Dark-and-Handsome? I mean, if Sam trusts him, then he must be a good guy, but he’s literally a hundred years old, Jo.”
“He’s…” she pauses, “really sweet and charming underneath the brooding exterior. I really like him, Danny.”
“But?”
“But he lives in New York,” she whines.
“Yeah,” Danny says, taking another drag on the joint.
“‘Yeah?’ That’s all you’re going to say?”
Danny shrugs. “Some things are worth working for.”
Jo laughs, “Okay, why don’t you get back to me when you’re not high. I’m heading back downstairs.”
“Love you, Josiebean,” Danny says, using the nickname he gave Jo when they were kids.
“Love you, too, Daniel-San,” Jo replies. Danny laughs at the Karate Kid reference like he always does, and Jo kisses his forehead and pats his shoulder before leaving.
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Bucky wakes to the smell of coffee and bacon, his stomach rumbling at the scent. There's a warm weight on his chest, and when he opens his eyes he's greeted with the yellow stare of Toulouse.
He looks at his watch. It's a little after eleven. He usually wakes earlier, but he also doesn't usually sleep as soundly as he did last night.
He wanders into the kitchen in his borrowed sweats to find Jo standing at the stove in an oversized t-shirt, shorts, and out-of-season Halloween socks, her hair piled on top of her head in a messy bun. Her back is to him, and he takes the opportunity to study her naked legs. More ink peaks out from the hem of her shorts and covers most of her thighs. Bucky has the urge to drop to his knees before her and run his tongue over every intricate design.
Instead, he clears his throat, so he doesn't startle her, and she turns to face him. Her face is bare, and she’s wearing large, gold-rimmed glasses. Bucky can’t decide if she looks prettier like this or like she did last night, with her hair flowing down her back and her guitar in her hands.
"Morning," Jo says. “Sorry to shatter the illusion,” she continues, gesturing to her glasses and outfit.
Bucky smiles. He isn’t sure what the protocol is for greeting the woman you made out with and whose couch you slept on last night, but he decides he wants to kiss her again. He takes the few steps toward her and pulls her into his arms. This close, she has to crane her neck up to look him in the eyes.
“Morning,” he says. They’re so close and his voice is pitched so low that Jo can feel the word rumble in his chest. Butterflies erupt in her stomach.
Bucky leans down slowly and presses his lips against Jo’s. This kiss is softer and slower than the kisses they shared last night, and the heat that explodes in Jo’s lower stomach burns the butterflies away. Her fingers dig into his triceps, one arm yielding to her touch, the other firm against her digits. She sighs and opens her mouth to his tongue, letting him deepen the kiss.
He licks into her mouth, and Jo moans, her hands coming up to cup his stubble-covered cheeks. Bucky’s own hands slide down Jo’s back to her buttocks, pulling her hips flush against his so she can feel the effect she’s having on him. Jo gasps, and Bucky’s lips leave hers to trail wet kisses against her jaw.
When he pulls away, Bucky’s smile is almost smug. He likes all the sounds he’s able to pull from her, and he wants to hear more.
Jo turns back to the stove, catching her breath and trying to hide the flush she knows is rising from her chest to her cheeks.
“Breakfast — well," she looks at the clock on the oven, "brunch — is ready. Have a seat.”
Bucky places a final kiss against the back of Jo’s neck before sitting.
Toulouse rubs against Bucky's legs beneath the kitchen table. He reaches down to scratch Louie between the ears, and the cat lets out a contented chirp.
"He's usually not that nice to strangers," Jo says, watching the two of them from across the room.
"My sister had a cat growing up — big, fat orange thing that was missing half an ear. His name was Marmalade."
Jo smiles brightly and sets a plate of food in front of him. “Coffee?” she asks.
“Please,” Bucky says. “But I can get it.”
“No need,” she says, handing him a mug of fresh coffee. “You want oat milk? Sugar, maybe?”
“Black is good,” Bucky says, taking his first sip.
Jo sits across from him with her own plate and coffee cup. They spend breakfast talking quietly. Bucky likes the domesticity of it. He's gotten used to having breakfast at the Wilson's with Sarah, Sam, and the boys, but this meal with Jo feels more intimate. He has a brief flash of spending every morning like this, but he pushes it away as quickly as it comes. He's trying not to overthink whatever’s happening between himself and Jo. He’s not used to having good things in his life, but he wants to lean into this, take the risk.
"You said last night that you know who I am," Bucky says as they clear their plates from the table.
Jo is quiet for a moment, neatly stacking plates and coffee cups in the dishwasher.
“I may have seen a documentary or two featuring the Howling Commandos,” she says, closing the dishwasher and turning to Bucky. “And Sam and Steve may have crashed in Danny’s apartment for a couple of months when they were on the run following the Accords.”
Bucky is silent. He's staring at Jo with the same brooding intensity as last night, but there's something more in his eyes — a sadness she hadn't noticed earlier. She's seen that look before on Danny when he first came back from Afghanistan. It's the look of someone who's lost everything. But as quickly as it's there, it's gone.
Bucky clears his throat. “You knew Steve?” he asks.
“Yeah. I mean, briefly,” she whispers. “Let me show you something.”
He follows her into the living room where she pulls a box from one of the bookshelves. She empties the contents onto the coffee table; it's a handful of polaroids featuring varied combinations of Jo and Sam and Steve and Danny. Bucky sits on the couch and picks up one of the photos. It's of Steve with a German Shepherd; in the photo Steve is smiling brightly, and Bucky's heart aches at the sight.
"That's Greta," Jo says, sitting next to Bucky, "Danny's dog. She was just a puppy then. She adored Steve."
Bucky laughs through his nose and picks up another photo. This one features Sam and Jo sitting at a table in a kitchen that looks like Jo's but slightly different — Bucky assumes it's Danny's; Sam is clearly in the middle of a story, and Jo's head is thrown back in laughter. A stab of jealousy hits him in the chest — Bucky wants to make her laugh like that. He skims through the rest of the polaroids, finally landing on one of Jo and Steve sitting side by side at a piano, Steve's large frame dwarfing the woman next to him.
"He found out I can play a few '30s and '40s standards on piano," Jo says, smiling at the memory. "There wasn't a lot for him and Sam to do cooped up here for three months, so I taught him some basics."
Bucky stares at the photo for a while before he speaks. "You play piano?" he asks.
"I started on piano, took up guitar when I was ten, then bass when I was thirteen. I can also play drums, organ, banjo, mandolin, and a little violin," she says. "And I have a Bachelors of Music with a concentration in voice."
Bucky stares at her for a moment, then tosses the photo back onto the coffee table and reaches for Jo, pulling her onto his lap. She settles with her legs on either side of his hips and her hands on his shoulders.
"So, you have very talented fingers, then?" Bucky asks with a flirty grin.
Jo rolls her eyes and laughs, but she's secretly pleased with where this interaction seems to be headed. She was worried Bucky would feel like she had kept something from him by not telling him about Steve last night, but he seems to be taking it in stride.
"Thanks for showing me those photographs," Bucky says, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. "He gave up everything for me back then, so it's nice to see that maybe he had a little bit of happiness during that time."
"He wanted the same for you," she whispers, nudging her nose against Bucky's.
Bucky kisses her softly, then pulls away, staring into her green eyes. Jo slides her glasses off and sets them on the coffee table behind her.
She drags a finger down his vibranium arm and asks, “Can you feel that?”
Bucky licks his lips. “Yeah. It’s—it’s different from the real one, but yeah.”
Jo hums in acknowledgment but doesn’t say anything else. Their lips meet again, and this time the kiss is longer, needier. Bucky sweeps his tongue into her mouth, and Jo is certain she's going to have beard burn across her face tomorrow. But she doesn't really care.
Jo slides her hands into Bucky's hair, and he sighs into her mouth when she angles her hips against his just right, pressing against him slowly. His grip on her waist tightens before he slips his vibranium hand down across her backside to gently guide her movements. His flesh hand covers her right breast, palming her through her shirt.
Jo's hands leave his hair to slide beneath Bucky's t-shirt. He pulls back from her slightly and puts his hand over hers.
“I have scars,” Bucky warns.
“Okay,” Jo mumbles against his lips, trying for another kiss.
Bucky pulls back again. “They’re not pretty.”
Jo looks at him. “Bucky, do you really think I care about that? Do I look like someone who’s worried about conventional beauty standards?” she jokes. She smiles softly and brings a hand up to cradle his jaw. “You don’t have to show me. You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” she whispers, leaning in to kiss him again.
He pulls away from her mouth to tug the shirt over his head before he can overthink it. He’s gorgeous like this, and Jo wants to touch every inch of him. She starts with his chest, and her fingers dance lightly across the scars on Bucky’s left shoulder before she presses a quick kiss to the spot where flesh meets metal. Bucky smiles at the gesture, then his lips are on Jo's neck. As he sucks a mark into the place where her neck meets her shoulder, Bucky slips his flesh hand beneath the fabric of Jo's shirt.
Bucky's thumb slides across her nipple, and he pauses, warm metal against his digit stopping him. Jo can feel Bucky's fingers against her breast, trying to work out what exactly he's touching. She leans back, her hands on Bucky's chest to keep him from following her and pulls her t-shirt over her head.
Bucky's fairly certain his heart stops at the sight before him. He’s not sure what to look at first: the small gold balls that adorn either side of Jo’s erect nipples or the intricate floral design inked on her sternum between and below her breasts, framing them perfectly.
“So…I have my nipples pierced,” Jo says, taking Bucky’s staring for hesitation or confusion.
Bucky licks his lips. “Fuck,” he mutters before running his thumb across her right nipple and taking the left one between his teeth.
Jo hisses and bucks her hips harder against his cock. He's hot and hard beneath her as she grinds against him. The feeling he had last night – of being on fire – has returned, but it's tenfold now. Every thought of taking things slow, every bit of doubt has evaporated in wake of his need to please Jo.
Bucky grips Jo's waist and flips her onto her back on the couch, coming to rest between her open legs.
“Is this okay?” he asks, pressing his bare chest against hers. His dog tags are cool against her skin.
“Very," she breathes.
Bucky's lips find Jo's again before trailing across her jaw, down her neck, and over her breasts. He lets his tongue explore one of her pierced nipples before taking the bud between his teeth and pulling slightly. Jo gasps, and her own hands slide from Bucky's shoulders down his chest and across his stomach, her blunt fingernails scratching against his abs as she goes. She palms his cock through his sweats, and Bucky's hips stutter. His eyes clench shut like he’s in pain, and he pulls away to catch his breath.
"Sorry," Jo says quickly, removing her hand. "We can slow down."
"No," Bucky all but growls, then takes another deep breath and opens his eyes. "No. It's just been," he pauses, "it's been a while since I've done this, and you're kind of driving me crazy, Jo." He lets out a breathy laugh, then seems to sober. "I just—I, uh, need to be in control of some things. If that's okay."
She smiles her understanding before kissing him, softer this time. Bucky leans into the kiss and sweeps his tongue into her mouth, tasting her. He props himself up with his vibranium hand, and his right hand moves back to Jo's breasts, teasing each nipple in turn.
"Tell me what you want," Jo says as Bucky's teeth bite gently at her pulse point.
Bucky presses his lips against Jo's ear and whispers, "Touch yourself. Please. I want to watch you fall apart."
Jo whimpers. She catches the look on Bucky's face as her hand travels down her body and into her shorts. His pupils are blown wide, barely a hint of blue visible around black. She knows her own eyes look much the same.
She hisses when her fingers meet the bundle of nerves between her legs, then slide lower. Bucky can't decide if he wants to watch her hand beneath her shorts or her face. He settles for moving his eyes between her face and breasts, watching them rise and fall with each breath she takes. Finally, he lowers his head back between her breasts and traces the outline of the tattoo there with his tongue. Jo moans and bucks her hips.
Bucky presses his own hips against the couch, trying to find the smallest bit of relief. He's not going to last. It's been too long since he's been with someone this way, and his body feels like a live wire. He reaches up to push the fabric of her shorts aside, moaning when he realizes she's not wearing anything beneath them.
He feels Jo's fingers pull away, and he growls, "Keep touching yourself." She does, her fingers rubbing hard circles into her clit. "Good girl," Bucky praises, and Jo keens, Bucky's name falling from her lips.
He slips his own fingers inside of her. She's so wet and warm, Bucky is afraid he'll finish just from this. Or maybe it will be the sound of her moans that do me in, he thinks. Because she sounds lovely, better than she did on stage last night. And she feels perfect wrapped around his two digits. He adds a third, and Jo's whole body tenses. Bucky can feel her warm heat tighten around his fingers as her legs bend and draw in closer to her body. The sight of Jo coming pushes him over the edge. He's spilling into his sweatpants like a teenager, and he doesn't even care. All he can think of is the sound of Jo, the feel of Jo, the look on Jo's face.
Bucky collapses onto Jo's body, his full weight resting on her for a second before he props himself up again and looks at her. She's smiling sleepily, a slightly dazed look in her eyes, and he can't help but admit that it makes his ego swell to know he can make her smile like that.
"That was..." he starts.
Jo hesitates, then runs her fingers through his hair softly. "Good? Great? Amazing?" she says.
Bucky breathes out a laugh and rests his head on her chest for a moment. "All of the above," he replies. Jo hums, and Bucky continues, lifting his head again to look at her, "You're fucking perfect, doll."
Jo laughs, and replies, "You probably say that to all the girls, Sarge."
Bucky sobers. "No, Jo, I don't. Really." He brushes a strand of hair from her face. "When I said I haven't done this in a while, that was an understatement," he says. Dr. Raynor told him he needed to open up, nurture friendships (or whatever this is turning into), so here he goes. "I wasn't really planning on this happening — not that I'm not glad that it did..." He pauses.
"But you live in New York, and I live here. And we just met,” Jo finishes.
"I don't know how things like this work these days," he says. He's looking at her with such sincerity that Jo thinks her heart might burst. "I told you I wanted to do this right. Dinner, flowers, the whole nine yards.”
Jo cocks her head to the side and smiles. "Let's start with dinner."
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They lay in silence for a while, Bucky's head resting on Jo's naked breasts, her fingers running through his hair. Jo's starting to think he's fallen asleep when Bucky speaks again.
“I should probably go,” Bucky says reluctantly. "Sam was expecting my help with the boat today."
"I'll drive you," Jo says. "Just let me get dressed."
"You don't have to do that. I can call a cab."
"Delacroix's, like, an hour outside the city. It'll cost a fortune. Let me drive you."
Bucky hesitates, but Jo nudges at his right shoulder gently until he agrees. He presses a soft kiss to her lips before he stands and offers her a hand. While Bucky moves into the bathroom to change back into his own boxers and jeans, Jo slips into her room. She comes back out wearing jeans and a vintage Lilith Fair t-shirt; she's traded her glasses for contacts. Jo shoves her feet into her combat boots at the door and turns back to kiss Bucky quickly before they leave the apartment.
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The drive to Delacroix is quiet except for Jo's Paul Simon playlist thrumming from the car speakers. Bucky thinks he might actually like the music. Or maybe he just likes listening to Jo sing every word.
When Jo pulls up outside Sarah's house, Bucky turns to her from the passenger seat. “I don’t have your number,” he says.
“Give me your phone," she responds, smiling and holding her hand out.
Bucky unlocks his phone and hands it over. Jo saves her number before texting herself so she has his, as well. She deletes the text conversation and hands his phone back.
"There you go, Sarge," she says with a wink.
Bucky leans across the car's console and wraps his vibranium hand around the back of Jo's neck. He pulls her close and presses his lips against hers gently. Jo responds by running her fingers across the stubble on Bucky's jaw and sweeping her tongue into his mouth. A moan rumbles through Bucky's chest, and he tries to move closer to Jo's body, but he knocks his knees roughly against the center divider.
"Shit," he curses, pulling away. "It was easier to kiss a dame in the front seat of a car in the '40s," Bucky complains.
Jo laughs. "Kissing a lot of dames in cars, were you?"
"I got around," Bucky says, a grin on his face.
He feels like himself around Jo – not exactly the person he was before the war, but close. He almost feels like he could be a better version of that man; he wants to be that for Jo. For now, though, it's easy to flirt and laugh with her, watch her eyes light up and her smile brighten.
"I believe it, Sarge," Jo teases. Over Bucky's shoulder, she notices Sam standing on the front porch of the house. "I think I've stolen you away from Sam long enough," she says.
"Please, doll, steal me away anytime," Bucky flirts. He kisses her once more. "I'll see you Tuesday," he whispers, his hand lingering on her cheek before he climbs out of the car.
“Looks like someone had a good night,” Sam laughs as Bucky ascends the front porch steps.
“We are not talking about this,” Bucky grumbles.
“Oh, we’re definitely talking about this,” Sam says, clapping Bucky on the back.
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Find the Word
Tagged by @drippingmoon to find honest, shadow, rain and undecided! Thank!
honest:
You immediately go back to your room at the motel and to your laptop so you can google who the fuck Josselin Clearwater is and if he’s going to murder you in your sleep.
Logically, you know how ridiculous that is. Josselin was really sweet. And it honestly wasn’t him that made you want to do this search, because his personality is just fine.
But the cats, and the urn, and the weird books, and the cameras: all that makes you pause.
He’s probably looking you up right now, you think, so, you know. Of course you’re going to google a prospective roommate. Any sane person would these days.
shadow dark:
“Who’s this?” he asks, voice flat but polite. A pause. “You see, the thing is, I don’t care what you want. I am the roommate, and I am very good friends with Police Captain Montague, and if you don’t leave my friend alone, I’ll have him serve the papers to you personally.”
He gives your phone back and you just stare at him, jaw dropped and mouth opened. “Like you’re trying to catch flies,” Danny’s mom always says. It takes a moment, but when you bring the phone back to your ear, it’s silent. You look at the screen. Drake’s hung up.
There are so many things you should say and so many things you could ask, but instead, you say, “Can you do that?”
Josselin blinks at you, slowly, like he’s translating from another language before he answers you.
“I could ask as a personal favor,” he finally says.
You look at your phone and put it back on the table. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you up, I shouldn’t have been yelling--”
Josselin shakes his head. His hair is a mess and he has dark circles under his eyes. “No, you’re fine. Some people deserve to be yelled at.”
rain:
“Oh, neat!” Josselin exclaims. “I didn’t know there was a Broadway version [of The Lion King]. A few years back Frankie and I would do this thing where we would watch cartoons in other languages because I couldn’t focus for long enough if it was in English, and I had to actively pay attention and translate to myself, so it was easier. Usually we watched them in Spanish because every DVD has it.”
“Frankie?”
“Yeah.”
“...Boyfriend?” you hesitantly ask. You saw some pride flags on his bag, but none that you recognized. And there wasn’t a rainbow, but he must be fine with you because he knows that your stalker is an ex-boyfriend and he’s never said a word about it.
“More like my person,” Josselin says, and the word rolls so intimately off his tongue, it sounds like it means so much more than ‘boyfriend’ or ‘partner.’ “Yeah. She’s my person.”
undecided unsure:
This time, Josselin sits in the front seat, beside Frankie. You don’t ask why. They’re each other’s ‘people.’ Why wouldn’t he sit next to her?
So you sit in the back, quietly, letting them talk about whatever they’re talking about. You don’t really pay attention, instead looking out the window to get a better feel for the neighborhood. At least, until you get on the highway.
Then Frankie asks, “What do you guys want to listen to?”
“Um.” You pause, unsure. She asked, but does she really want you to answer, or just Josselin?
Josselin turns to look over his shoulder as best he can. “Meara?”
They are asking you.
“Something upbeat?” you ask, hesitantly.
Frankie grins at your reflection in the rearview mirror. “How about some good ol’ fashioned ska?”
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Sry, i meant Bram + consensual... *shamefaced* *whispers "i'm shit at names" *
CW: Dubcon. Dehumanizing language + pet whump. Bram says something pretty victim-blame-y at the end, fair warning.
“Poor little thing,” Abraham murmurs. “You’re so cold, aren’t you?”
I’m always fucking cold, Danny thinks, but he keeps the words trapped behind his teeth where they belong, where they can’t find their way out and get the muzzle strapped back over his mouth again.
How long has he been here? Months? A year? Less? He doesn’t know. But he knows better than to say the things he sometimes can still think. Without any safe way to say them, though, he worries he won’t even think them for much longer.
Instead, he only nods, looking sideways up at Abraham from where he lays curled on his mat with his thin blanket pulled tightly around himself for warmth.
“I can tell, even from over here. Get up and come sit with us.” Abraham’s voice is a purr, soothing and kind, and there’s the sound of his fingernails scratching along the fabric of the couch cushion. Like a man calling a cat.
Or a dog.
Danny swallows back his revulsion.
“Come on up, Red,” Abraham says, softly. “Up.”
The chain around his ankle scrapes the floor as Danny moves, keeping his eyes down as he shifts the blanket off and shivers all over again at the touch of the cabin’s cold air on his skin. There are holes worn in the seams of the thin t-shirts he is allowed to wear, and the air drifts straight through the fabric, so paper-thin Danny is surprised you can’t see right through it.
He picks up the chain so it won’t catch and moves carefully around the couch, grateful at least that Abraham rarely forces him to crawl.
Gratitude is the sharp edge he cuts himself on, day by day. Thankful for little things - a bit more food at a meal, or the occasional chance to feed himself with his own fingers or even a fork rather than being forced to take food from Abraham or Nate’s hand. Gratitude when he screws up and Abraham only hurts him a little. Gratitude when there are moments like this, where he might get close enough to Nate to get warm.
Gratitude when Abraham lets him nap, curled on his mat, after keeping him up all night.
Some part of him is smart enough to know that he is being taught to be so grateful for the little things he is given that he’ll stop trying to hold onto the larger parts of himself he is losing, day by day.
But that voice is much quieter than the cold air and the need for food and how fucking tired he is all the time.
When he gets around in front of them, Nate briefly meets his eyes - and Danny’s gone through a cycle of hating Nate for his cowardice to being desperate for any hint of his affection again and again. Anything that isn’t Abraham. Any moment that isn’t cold.
Abraham scratches the couch cushion again, and Danny moves to sit, only to have Abraham click his tongue against his teeth pulling Danny up short. His face flares briefly red - he answers too fast to all these things, is too much the animal Abraham wants him to be.
At least, Danny thinks, I don’t have to wear a collar.
Yet.
“You’re cold, right?” Abraham asks, his head tilted, voice low and quiet. Danny slowly nods, watching him carefully, rubbing at the goosebumps on one arm with his hand, keeping himself hunched over and small. “Then sit on Nate’s lap. I’m sure he’d love you to.”
Nate looks away from him, and Danny knows he’s walked into a trap. He doesn’t know what it is, but Nate knows - and Abraham knows. He looks at Abraham, who only smiles at him, snakelike.
“Knees on either side of him.”
The chain that keeps him locked in here, helpless to get away from Abraham, rattles a little as Danny looks away and carefully climbs up onto Nate’s lap, settling himself straddling the older man, tense and uncertain. Nate is just as tensed underneath him, his hands moving carefully to Danny’s hips, bad right hand slightly splayed, left hand gripping tightly.
They meet each other’s eyes, and Nate’s hold a kind of desperate apology, but so do Danny’s.
“There you go. There’s a good boy.”
His face flares red again and Danny closes his eyes tightly, dropping his head onto Nate’s shoulder. Shame, for what he’s going to do to earn the rush of warmth he feels from Nate’s skin as he’s pulled close against his chest, as Nate’s hands knead gently at his hips. Shame, for what he is.
But gratitude, too, that he is being allowed to trade himself for something better than freezing.
“I want to watch you,” Abraham says, and Danny knew the words were coming but still he feels his stomach drop, and he doesn’t open his eyes. “With him. Do that and you can sleep by the fireplace tonight.”
They’d put out the fire first, but the fireplace - the stones around the hearth - would give off heat nearly all night, and Abraham would move his mat and he could curl up like a cat and feel something better than cold.
“Does that sound good, puppy?”
Danny fights the shame, shoves it down with his rules. If he thinks the rules, he can force everything else away, behind the wall in his mind, to be felt later when he cries, but he is warm. My name is Red and I belong to Abraham Denner. I’m the puppy. Puppies don’t say no. It’s not my body, it’s not, it’s Abraham’s body and he can make it do whatever he wants.
“Yes, Abraham,” Danny murmurs, and turns his head to kiss into Nate’s neck, finding the subtle circular scarring, feeling his friend’s breathing shift and hitch beside him, his good left hand tightening in its grip on Danny’s hip. “Sounds… sounds good.”
Did they fight this, at first? Danny has trouble remembering things. He’s brain damaged, Abraham tells him, just like all his outsides are damaged. He thinks he used to fight, before the muzzle.
He thinks Nate used to fight, before the time under the Christmas tree.
Abraham’s eyes are on him as he rolls his hips into Nate’s, they’re a heavy weight on his back, lighting up his nerve endings. Does he like being watched, or hate it? He doesn’t know anymore.
Nate groans, low in his throat - Danny feels the vibration under his lips where he has them pressed against the spot he thinks Nate’s jugular vein might be.
“See?” Abraham murmurs. Danny rolls his hips again, chasing the pressure, a light move and then back, and feels Nate’s body finally move, just a little, against his own. “Told you.”
“Told him what?” Danny whispers. He doesn’t want to know. He slides his hands down over Nate’s chest, rubbing thumbs lightly over sensitive spots through the cloth of his shirt to hear Nate make a sound again. He loves the sound of Nate moaning at his touch - or he’s being made to love it, and it’s all the same thing. Heat pools in his hips, arousal coiling around his shame.
“That you wouldn’t say no.”
Danny goes still, for just a second. Then he slips his fingers under the hem of Nate’s shirt and pulls it off over his head, tilting his own head to look at Nate’s mussed-up black hair, the empty look in his green eyes. His own shirt is discarded just as rapidly. He stares down at Nate and says, softly, “Puppies don’t say no.”
Nate winces - the motion is barely-there, but Danny catches it.
What else am I, anymore? Danny wants to ask, but he can feel Abraham’s eyes like hands on the back of his neck pushing him down, hands moving cold over his back, slipping under the waistband of his pants. Abraham is everywhere and in everything and he doesn’t even have to touch him for him to be all Danny can feel.
Everything that isn’t Nate, anyway.
“That’s right. Puppies don’t.” There’s a shift next to him and cold fingers run through his hair, petting him as he kisses Nate, feels warm lips part under his, the heat of his mouth and his tongue, taste of whiskey. His skin is electricity and nerves and all of him is alive, and none of him wants to be.
Puppies always say yes.
“That’s how I knew you’d be perfect for me. I knew I could always make you say yes. From the second I saw you, I knew you’d be a good fucking dog for us both.”
Stop talking, Danny wants to beg.
He says nothing. Only kisses Nate again, slides his hand under Nate’s pants to feel him come to life under his fingers. This is warm, and feels good, and nothing is both those things at once, not anymore.
All he has to do is make Nate feel good, wreck himself against a new shore, and he can sleep by the fireplace tonight. He can tell there are words trapped in Nate’s throat, things he wants to say. Danny kisses all those words away, because he knows all of them are dangerous when Abraham is listening.
I would want you anyway. I’m sorry. I don’t want it like this.
They’re both sorry, and it doesn’t matter, because Danny’s body does not belong to him and it never will again.
“Nobody’s ever looked more like a born fucking slut than you, you little fucking whore,” Abraham says gently, almost lovingly, as he grips onto Danny’s hair and pulls his head back until his back arches.
Abraham moves behind him, standing up off the couch, and the line about watching was a lie but it doesn’t matter. It never matters. Danny keeps his back arched, hand in his hair and cold fingers slipping down to find a nipple, pinch until he cries out, when a cold mouth descends on his.
Danny shivers at the tongue in his mouth just as Nate’s hand slips into his pants, finds him, and begins to move. He moans into Abraham’s kiss, and the man laughs, pinching harder, until he moans again and bucks, hard, into Nate’s grip. “You don’t have to say yes,” Abraham murmurs against the corner of his mouth. “Your body will do it for you. This is all puppies are good for.”
It’s Abraham Denner’s body. Danny is just the one trapped under its skin. There is cold above him and warmth below him - he is now and has been and will always be stretched between them.
This is hell.
This is hell and he’ll do anything to be warm.
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Alright let’s go through my thoughts on Doctor Sleep and what I will and won’t be including in my portrayal of Dan Part 1. (there will be spoilers for The Shining and Doctor Sleep so if you want to avoid spoilers just don’t read this)
Thoughts on the movie
-First and foremost, I’m going to save my thoughts on Dan and Dan-related things for part 2, where I’ll talk about how this affects my writing of him. Don’t think I’m ignoring him.
-DO NOT LET THIS BECOME SUCH A BOX OFFICE FLOP PLEASE GUYS IT’S BARELY BEEN OUT TWO WEEKS WE CAN’T LET THIS FLOP IT DESERVES BETTER
-When I saw Rose in the trailers and thought she’d be hot and powerful I WAS NOT PREPARED for her in the movie. Rebecca Ferguson is fabulous and give so much energy and charisma in her scenes and is drop-dead gorgeous while doing it
-Kyliegh Curran is a great Abra and can hold her own against the adult actors despite being so young, and her scenes with Rose are great because both actresses are bringing it and working off of each other and having a whole lot of fun doing it
-when I saw it with a friend there were nine of us total in the theater. That’s mostly because we saw it on a Tuesday afternoon, and it was actually nice because we reacted to things a lot more openly. That being said, DO NOT LET THIS FLOP GUYS GO SEE IT PLEASE
-Emily Alyn Lind is great, and if you’re worried about the sex scene between Rose and Andi happening, it isn’t. Andi’s fifteen in this, and the closest they get to anything in that vein is Andi telling Rose she’s the most beautiful woman she’s seen, and when Rose gives her steam their faces are close to each other. To be fair, whenever someone takes steam they act the same way, so it’s not some weird thing that only happens with Andi. But she was great bc she was so creepy and composed and ready to throw hands with anyone and everyone.
-Zahn McClarnon as Crow Daddy. Hot. Damn. I wasn’t expecting him to be as awesome as he was. He was calm, collected, intimidating, and his scenes with Rose were great because you can just tell how much they care about each other. It should be noted that he’s actually Native American (more specifically, Hunkpapa Latoka on his mother’s side; his dad’s Irish) and acts in Westworld (he plays Akecheta). Another thing that should be noted is that two years ago he had a brain injury that took him out of acting for a while, but he’s recovered! All in all, he’s a pretty cool guy who is a great Crow
-I do wish they actually showed Rose and Crow’s relationship because really all they did was she kisses his neck once and they spend time together a lot and he calls her “Rosie”. They do keep her screaming “You killed my crow”, but I do wish we saw them doing a little bit more couple stuff. Mainly because I thought they were cute in the book.
-WHERE WERE THE MURDER LESBIANS I WANTED THE MURDER LESBIANS WE DID NOT GET MURDER LESBIANS ALL WE GOT WAS MURDER LADIES I WANTED MURDER LESBIANS
-Unfortunately, Rose being bi wasn’t in the movie, but her vibes were definitely not straight ones
-The score was very close to the Shining score, but I’m not mad about it because I love the Shining score, and they used the music effectively
-There is body horror in the film. The murder of Bradley Trevor is shown, and there’s blood and him screaming and crying. It’s mostly her stabbing his leg then cutting to him screaming, and then the end where he asks her to kill him and she does, and he’s covered in blood and bleeding from the mouth. In the scene where Rose enters Abra’s head, Rose’s hand gets stuck in a file cabinet and she pulls it out slowly and you see the skin coming off of her hand. It’s about thirty seconds, but you see it and it’s gross. After that scene is over, her hand is still cut up and is very messed up for a lot of the rest of the film. The last scene with any kind of body horror is during the climax, where Dan attempts to kill her with an axe and she digs the small end in his leg before digging her hingers into it. Some blood spurts out, but it only happens two or three times in quick succession, so it’s small.
-David is stabbed in the chest offscreen, and all you see is his body with a knife sticking out of him, but there’s a lot of blood surrounding him. If you don’t like seeing dead bodies you won’t like that.
-When people get shot blood does shoot out of them, but it’s minimal and rarely forms a large splatter or anything.
-Billy commits suicide by shooting himself under the jaw. All that’s shown is him putting it under his chin, then it cuts to Dan trying to get to him before hearing the bang and seeing some blood. But there’s very little left to the imagination and it’s pretty disturbing.
-The way they showed cycling out was well done
-There’s a lot of practical effects and not that much CGI. In general the CGI was good. I mean, sometimes it looks a bit goofy (but try showing me a movie where a special effect doesn’t look goofy) but it’s really in scenes that are surreal and supernatural so it works a bit more.
-Really the only actor that they recast from The Shining that was truly off-putting was Jack, but that was mostly because Jack Nicholson has such a unique face and it’s hard to make someone look like him, let alone make someone look like him without having a weird uncanny valley thing.
-The characters that are recast don’t have a lot of screen time in the movie, and the one character that shows up a lot is Dick. Who is, fun fact, played by Carl Lumbly, who played John Parker in Buckaroo Bonzai. If you don’t think you’ll like the recast actors, they have the most screen time in the beginning and at the climax, but it’s heaviest in the beginning because it’s with child Danny.
-The kid they got to play little Danny is so adorable I love him
-Fun fact! Danny Lloyd aka the actor for Danny in the Shining movie, had a cameo! In the baseball game he’s the person who says “Watch out for number nineteen”
-The only thing that I didn’t like was that Billy and David died. I understand why they did it and like what they were going for, but I still didn’t like it.
-Billy is a true ride-or-die and he’s a great character and I’m hopping on the “Billy and Dan are dating” train because I CAN AND YOU CAN’T STOP ME
-David being a good dad and having a good relationship with his daughter and him not trusting Dan being totally okay and never used against him gives me life
-I was disappointed that when ghost Deenie came it wasn’t to warn Dan but to let him know they recently died, but hot damn that scene was freaky.
-Tbh Dan’s guilt about Deenie and Tommy was underused and could’ve been a bit more.
-DICK SAYS KA IS A WHEEL I REPEAT DICK SAYS KA IS A WHEEL
-I can’t stress enough how many times I bit my tongue to stop any Bi Panic(TM) noises from escaping because every scene Rose and Crow are in I was DEHYDRATED
-When we saw the first Overlook flashback, everyone in the theater was making various kinds of approving noises, e.g. a couple of people went “ooh” when we see Danny riding on the carpet, and my friend and I gasped when Danny’s tricycle went from carpet to wood floor because it was the exact same sound it made in the Shining
-THE FUCKING OVERLOOK SETS WERE FABULOUS
-THE ATTENTION TO DETAIL IS STUNNING
-IT LOOKED LIKE THE SHINING OVERLOOK SETS IF THEY HAD BEEN LEFT IN A DAMP CELLAR
-THE OVERLOOK SETS ARE JUST AWESOME
-When Dan and Abra were driving to the Overlook and the camera panned over to the hotel, everyone in the audience literally sat straight up and stayed that way for the rest of the climax. Except my friend and I, but that was because we both leaned forward, but we still stayed that way the entire time.
-Once again, THE SETS WERE GREAT
-I liked how the final. showdown with Rose went. I liked it a lot better than the book, actually (fight me). It was emotional and great and I feel it gave the characters a good conclusion to their arcs.
-There are like five of the True versus the forty in the book, and it’s a lot nicer.
-Abra says “Barry the Chunk” but he’s just called Barry and the implication is that he’s a large broad-shouldered man instead of what it was in the book
-Azzie is a good cat and deserves the world, although I thought I heard them say “She” which is a weird change. Provided that it’s real and wasn’t me mishearing them.
-Ewan McGregor sings at one point.
-Danny is a precious baby angel child and I love him
-John Dalton is more of a bit part than in the book, which works a lot better for this film.
-I wish we got more of the weird things Abra did as a child instead of just the spoons
-When Rose sees the elevator of blood she’s weirded out but then gets this look on her face like “I can dig it” and it’s honestly pretty funny
-I know that there’s no way this would’ve happened in the film because it’s honestly unnecessary and would’ve ruined the tension of the climax and couldn’t have happened due to character locations, but I really wanted Rose to walk around the hallways and see the bear guy and just go “wtf”. It would’ve been hilarious. I know that can’t happen, but it’s just a funny image.
-They didn’t have the tampon line and I’m a bit disappointed but also that’s fair
-They didn’t have the plot twist where Dan actually is Abra’s uncle, which was a good decision from a movie standpoint.
All in all, it was a good movie that I’m looking forward to seeing again, and I’ll go more in-depth about Dan and what I thought about him in part 2.
GO SEE THE MOVIE
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Legless On Maim Chap. 4: The Government Is Firmly Not Doctor Prescribed
For Ectober Day 9: Rain.
Danny is annoyed but not surprised, Lewis is impressed but not surprised, Valerie is just surprised; but everyone’s a little confused.
Lewis pushes open Danny’s door around seven a.m., two coffees hugged to his chest and bags slung over his shoulder. He’s pretty sure Danny has a bit of a caffeine addiction. Putting one cup on the table before pausing and looking down, there was a pair of legs in red boots laying on the ground. The first place his mind goes is ‘goddamnit Vee, don’t leave out corpses’, but this is Danny. So that is definitely not a dead body, or part of one.
Depositing the bags to the side before walking around the bed to see who they’re attached to, seeing someone -clearly a girl- in a full-body metal ninja suit. Kicking at her feet, because really? Who? Why? Only for her to jerk awake, take one look at him and jump out the window.
Lewis blinks for a second before walking over to the window and watching whoever fly off on a hover-board? Shaking his head and looking at Danny, was he friendly with another hero type? Lewis tilts his head, well actually, he had seen her in a few videos...usually shooting at ghosts, including Phantom. So was she actually here on friendly terms or did Danny just knock her out....and then fall asleep himself. Which even Eddie isn’t enough of a reckless trash-fire to do.
Deciding not to wake up Danny near his hands, he’d rather not make his bruising worse or bruise the other wrist, he pokes at the tail through the sheets. Only for Danny to effectively ensure Lewis is very awake by his tail wrapping around Lewis’s torso and slamming him into the bed; which is honestly more painful than expected from a somewhat soft bed.
Danny growls for a beat before recognising Lewis’s scent and letting go of the guy, chuckling awkwardly, “sorry ‘bout that”. Watching as Lewis straightens his doctors' coat before waving Danny off, “at least you didn’t break a cast this time. Though I absolutely did wake you up near your tail to avoid getting attacked”.
Danny chuckles, “waking me up without me being full attack mode is a pointless task. At least half my fights start with me being awoken suddenly”, grumbling, “really does a number to my sleep schedule”.
Lewis chuckles, “ghosts and criminals, things of the night”, before pointing at the floor where the girl had been, “now, why was there an unconscious ghost hunter in red on the floor? I’m only guessing she’s a hunter because every video with her has her chasing ghosts”, pointing at Danny, “including you”.
Danny glances at the window, part of it still laying on the ground, before shaking his head, “she came and said hi, we’re friendly. Everyone calls her the Red Huntress”.
Lewis snorts and shakes his head, she sure didn’t seem friendly from what he’s seen, “by that you mean friendly to Danny Fenton, right?”.
Danny smirks slightly, he was working on getting her friendly to both sides of him but it was more than a work in progress, “yeah. Destroying Phantom is one of her life goals and videos?”, smirking and raising an eyebrow, “you been looking me up doc?”.
Lewis shrugs but points to Danny’s coffee, Danny smiling with ever so slight surprise and sipping at it while Lewis speaks, “I’m a curious man and you did tell me who you are. Though that may have only given me more questions”.
“Oh?”.
Lewis nods and downs the rest of his coffee before it gets too cold, that may likely not bother Danny but Lewis prefers reasonably well-temperatured drinks, “from what I looked at, Phantom and Fenton act wildly different. Yet neither seem like the you I’ve seen since you’ve been here. And you did say your Phantom form was just an inversion of how you looked upon death, so what’s with the symbol? Obviously you made the Phantom name after dying, yet the symbol obviously means Danny Phantom”.
Danny snorts and stretches out his tail some, wiggling the rest of his body a little as well, “can’t act the same in both forms, that’s suspicious, and you’re not from Amity. You don’t really know of me. So no point playing up the weakling or the hero around you”, chuckling and tracing a little DP over his chest with his tail tip, “there’s a wild story there. Inadvertently un-half died so had to half off myself again. Added the symbol to my original suit in black beforehand”, sighing happily, “re-half dying was worth the style points”.
Lewis scrunches up his eyebrows, “so you’ve died half-way twice? That seems highly illogical. And it sounds like you had the choice not to, yet did it anyway full well knowing what you’d become?”. At least that’s one way to eliminate the debate of whether or not he had a choice being the way he was.
Danny smiles and nods eagerly, “of course, I wouldn’t have me any other way. I’d do it again, as many times as needed, to stay Phantom. And I also made myself technically never get born once, fixed that obviously”, shaking his head, “mom almost dissected me that day. One of four times I’ve been strapped or chain down to some instrument of torture”.
Lewis shakes his head, deciding to not touch how someone could make themselves not exist while still being in existence enough to correct that, that’s a paradox if he’s ever heard one. “Strapped to torture instruments is a bit commonplace for Eddie and that was before even becoming Venom. Since then I think they’re at two. And both Eddie and Vee would say the same about being Venom. They could have stayed separate, honestly glad they didn’t. I don’t think anyone else could support Vee and Eddie would just implode on his own”.
Danny chuckles, he damn well hopes most people couldn’t even tolerate supporting Vee’s ‘diet’, “I’d implode too. One thing I’ve learned and know well. Be something or someone long enough and you can’t go back. Even if your body or life does. My ghostly instincts and Obsession are just part of me at this point”.
Lewis dips his head at Danny, made sense. Eddie is probably too used to Vee healing him and being functionally indestructible, that he would probably accidentally kill himself. “Humans are adaptable things. But reverting is like breaking a habit, most will fail miserably”, tilting his head and remembering another question, “and nether you nor Eddie are truly human fully. That’s a much bigger change. There’s no special fancy name for what’s Eddie is, he just gets called a host. But, if I remember correctly, you mentioned a word I haven’t heard before, ‘halfa’? Is that what you are?”.
Danny blushes slightly, stupid tongue, “heh, that’s the word. Half creature, hybrid, half-ghost, half-breed, half-formed. If someone’s really a dick, bastardisation”.
Lewis frowns at the last one, because that’s the appropriate reaction. The term was rather accurate but probably not appreciated, “that’s a lot of ways to say half something, half something else. Most seem a bit insulting”.
Danny snorts as Lewis gets up to throw out the two empty cups, “the whole alive and dead thing is a bit of a spit in the face to both and existence in general. So it makes sense”, pointing at Lewis, “your friends are natural technically. Humans playing host to other organisms is commonplace and Symbiotes, from what you’ve said, naturally have hosts. So hosting a Symbiote is natural really. But halfas? Nothing natural about that. It’s like a major glitch in the universe. Something abominable. Don’t really bother me though”.
“That’s good?”, well at least he didn’t seem to mind, positives. Shrugging slightly and setting bandaging to the side, “well Vee’s rather viewed a bit like that for being not evil. But that’s not the same of course”, picking up a garbage can and smiling cheerily, “now I was thinking we ought to get those casts off. Would make people think you’re doing better and let you move around some”, shrugging at Danny’s smile, “course you’ll still be bandaged up, no way you shouldn’t be, and-”, lifting up a larger bag, “-you’re wearing braces”.
Danny groans exaggeratedly at seeing the guy pull out two long ones with hinges -obviously for his arms-, two for his wrist and fingers -but hey! At least it looks like he’ll actually be able to move his fingers, not bend them though-, and what looks like a bulletproof vest with lots of straps and ribbing. Great. Least the bandaging mostly looks like ace wrapping, which he uses for nastier wounds or breaks here and there. So that’s familiar enough. But...Danny smirks slightly, “so I can just get out of the casts now?”.
Lewis nods and makes a point of not jerking from Danny just sitting up and throwing his arms out. Basically breaking apart all of the castings and hitting Lewis with a few pieces. Danny chuckles, “I make no apologies”.
Lewis shrugs, “well, I did take your legs”.
“And you didn’t even give me proper payment! Those were fantastic rare samples of a unique species I’ll have you know”, Danny waves a finger at him before stretching out in genuine, eyeballing the door all the while.
Lewis just motions for Danny’s arm and starts wrapping it up. Danny raising an eyebrow, “are you wrapping everything?”.
Lewis, securing it, “everything should, normally and logically, still be casted. You’re already getting a good deal here”. Danny huffs but lets Lewis do his job.
Lewis would admit, if asked, that he is absolutely marvelling over Danny’s healing. He was in perfect condition and just like the work Vee can do, it’s always incredible to see healing like this. Though he is definitely getting some strange side-eyeing from Danny as he inspects Danny’s bodies work.
Danny, meanwhile, thinks it’s probably for the best that Lewis doesn’t usually deal with conscious non-drugged patients. He could see Skulker going over his pelt like this, like an appraiser looking over a sought after collection, a hunter grazing their fingers over their favourite trophy prize, a cat eyeballing the best meal they’ve had in weeks. Lewis is again, really really weird, “dude, if you try to steal my body for display or something, we are going to have issues. One fucker doing that is enough, thank you very much”.
Lewis glances at Danny as he’s snapping on the second arm brace, “your body does good work. I like admiring good work, preferably my own but still. And who wants to display you? That sounds more than a little worrying”.
Danny chuckles, “I’m practically a one of a kind creature Lewis, my pelt is the trophy prize of trophy prizes. Skulker, a collector and poacher, is more than just a little fixated on me”, shaking his head and grunting a little from the finger braces, definitely not comfortable, “he has a display section specifically assigned for me and is pretty much my personal stalker at this point. Makes good pie though”.
Lewis shakes his head, “your life is complicated”, and motions for Danny to sit on the edge of the bed so he can put on the torso brace; Danny’s tail swishing around some.
Danny spreads his fingers repeatedly and bends them as much as he can at the first knuckles, which isn’t much, as Lewis moves around the back to finish securing the last brace; which he’s sure is pretty similar to the feel of an actual bulletproof vest. “You’ve got no idea. And there’s schooling on top of it, which my sister’s probably going to be bringing by today, so heads up for that”.
Lewis nods curtly, “noted”, and steps back to assess and admire. Readjusting a few things to look better. Symmetry matters.
Danny, deciding to mess with the guy a little for being a bit creepy, promptly transforms under the braces, also changing them like he did to the battle suit he used to fight Pariah. Hand and wrist braces turning white, the rest all black with his insignia over the chest of the torso brace. Green circles at every joint and white lines tracing the edges, black lines for his wrists and hands.
Lewis blinks and coughs, firmly startled and a bit confused while Danny’s looking over the design with a small smirk. Hearing him mutter, “not half bad actually”. Lewis shakes his head some and inspects one of the arm braces, “how and why?”.
Danny shrugs and transforms over the braces, making them seemingly disappear. Which Lewis gives him a seriously unimpressed and slightly insulted look for. Danny chuckles as he changes back human, braces reappearing completely normal. Lewis shaking his head and tapping on the arm brace, “you just altered -absorbed?- and recreated mass. Mass that wasn’t even your own”.
“I'm an impossible thing. Logic need not apply. When I’m all ghost, my organs and bones are optional. I can literally be just a bunch of floating vaguely person-shaped ectoplasm. Don’t ask me where my clothing and what not goes when I transform”, shrugging, “running theory, my ectoplasmic flesh just coats everything and absorbs or alters it”.
Lewis tilts his head, he didn’t exactly know what happened to Eddie's body or anything really either. Sometimes Venom could peel back to show Eddie’s face or body being right there, the next you could be staring down a throat that clearly wasn’t attached to a human. Illogical. Pointing at Danny, “you know, that’s pretty similar to running theory on what Vee does. Symbiotic flesh seeps out of Eddies pours and coats him. Sometimes absorbing him sometimes not, very illogical indeed. Vee also pretends to be Eddie’s clothing by doing that sometimes. Makes a very convincing leather jacket”, shaking his head with a slight smile, “just one that might bite you”.
Danny chuckles and stretches out again, trying to get a feel for these things, “Tuck once made a joke that my transformation rings eat my human stuff and clothing, then vomit it back out when I change back”, before letting Lewis re-securing and check over all the tubes and wiring attached to him.
Lewis checks his watch and laughs, with the way the Venom transformation happens it did look a lot like Vee eating Eddie’s face. While Danny floats off the bed and swirls around the room a little. Floating to look over Lewis’s shoulder, “let me guess, you’ve got more actual work to do today?”.
Lewis nods, probably oddly unfazed by the floating teen, “indeed, cutting it close already. Mostly just phone calls, paperwork and dealing with the underlings”, patting Danny’s shoulder, “at least attempt to stay in bed mostly, other people do show up here you know”.
Danny waves him off, “pfft I’ve vacuumed my house in ghost form before. Really is the easiest way to vacuum the walls”.
Lewis pauses at the door and looks back at him slightly, “who vacuums their walls?”.
“Fenton’s”.
Danny floats around the room, checking out random things, though being careful to not pull off any of the monitoring crap stuck to him. Don’t want to go giving Lewis a heart attack or something. Eventually running out of that to do, so he tests out the range of motion on every single section of the braces. Which, hint, was not very much.
Around noon he’s pretty much just laying in bed fiddling with his fingers and waiting for lunch, when Val/Red comes in through the window a bit aggressively and does a roll across the ground.
Danny blinks, “uh hey, again”, as she springs up and deactivates her helmet. Danny instantly frowning and sitting up at her looking slightly disheveled and worried. “What is it?”.
Valerie glances out the window at the vehicles, “didn’t want those guys seeing me and wondering why the Red Huntress was here”, looking back to Danny, “out of casts I see. It looks...way less serious”.
Danny smirks, “yeah”, moving his arm around and bending his fingers as much as he can, “still annoying though. Kinda feel like I’m in a battle suit myself though”.
Both of them look out the window as it starts raining, Valerie smiling, “do I ever have good timing”.
Danny squints, something seemed kind of...off, “yeah......”, tilting his head at Val, “what guys? My folks are here too?”.
Valerie sighs and shakes her head, slightly annoyed and not really sure nor caring why they were here, “no, it’s those idiotic G.I.W. their cars stick out li-”.
Danny promptly cuts her off, hiding his panic for now, “what? Are, um, sure they’re here?”, Danny looks at the stuff hocked up to him, figuring out what order to get rid of or deactivate them while alerting the staff as late as possible.
Valerie squints at him, a little confused, the G.I.W. were just confusing and annoying that’s it, “yeah, they always wear those super clean white suits and the pompous sunglasses”.
“Ah fuck”, Danny prompt floats off the bed and to the window, looking out and indeed seeing their damn vehicles, one that is definitely a heavy-duty ecto-entity transportation vehicle, “fuck me”, squinting more at the rain, it was a really bright blue. Intense colours and him altering colour palettes was normal in Amity, but here? Was he already ecto-contaminating this place that much?
Now Valerie is both confused and a little worried, not to mention startled by Danny just...floating. Watching the tail vibrate like static, clearly upset or freaked out. She’s just going to assume Danny’s tried this floating thing already or it comes naturally with the tail, “what is it? I know they’re annoying but I highly doubt they’d be visiting some kid. Even if you’re a Fenton”.
Danny glances at her before zipping over to all the devices hooked up to him, fiddling with them as he responds, “you see the big van? Like an armoured truck? They are absolutely here for me. And if they find me, they’ll shove me in that and take me to who knows where for lots of painful experiments”.
Valerie blinks, judging by how focused and panicked he seemed -not to mention how he was deactivating machines, tearing sensors off, and cutting through any tubes that were more impeded in him- he was serious about this. But why?, “that doesn’t make sense Danny. Why would they do that? You’re a human kid”.
Danny looks at her a little stunned that it wasn’t obvious before zipping back to the window, he couldn’t go out this way, he’d be spotted and he’d rather not start showing off his powers to Val. Floating around was probably already pushing it. Plus, hospitals had tons of exits. “I’m a human kid with a ghostly tail and ectoplasm in my blood. The hospital took samples from me when I arrived, they would have access to that. My folks' samples they don’t”, turning to her as he floats against his door and listens, whispering to her as she walks over quietly, looking a bit more serious now, “they’ve come after me before, I tricked them so they dropped it. Can’t do that again cause the device I used was destroyed”, Danny doesn’t even have to ask if she’s helping him get out of here, partly because it would be easier if she didn’t partly because he knows she’s going to help even if he asked her not to, as he expertly gets the lock open and sticks his head out.
Valerie grabs him and yanks his head back in, whispering, “what do you think you’re doing?”, gesturing at his tail, “if they’re after you then that getting spotted is the worst thing you could do”.
Even if people did spot his tail, people can write a quick glimpse off as a trick of the eye, “I can’t stay here”.
Valerie dashes back to Danny’s hospital bed, it still hurt that he even had one, and yanks off the top sheet. Tossing it at Danny and whispering, “then hide it, I’ll carry you. You know damn well I can be sneaky”. The fact that he doesn’t even complain about that, instead just lays on the ground and coils the tail up tightly, tying the sheet around it and his waist; really makes it clear he’s very serious about this.
She picks him up, firmly pushing off her mild freak out overdoing that and how light he is, while he throws an arm around her shoulder and neck. Promptly sticking her head out the door and booking it towards an empty hallway.
Danny makes a damn point to pay attention to his senses, smelling for people or where he can smell more fresh air -likely closer to an exit- as Val runs impressively quietly. Of course, him getting carried is damn embarrassing and the jostling isn’t pleasant, if he was actually still injured this would probably hurt like Hell. “Left.....Right......Right....”, pointing at one of the bridges, “over that, exit”.
Valerie huffs and makes a point to walk more casually, even if they get some weird looks no one really thinks much of it, “Danny, you memorised, the building? Just how, cautious are you?”.
Danny just grunts as they get across, looking over the railing to see Lewis talking to two clearly annoyed G.I.W. agents, “as much as needed”.
Valerie follows his line of sight just before she starts manoeuvring to a stairwell, seeing three agents talking to Danny’s weird -seriously who says stuff like that?- doctor, “fuck, you’re right”. Then muttering as she starts down the stairs, “I’m not hurting you am I?”.
Danny grunts as she gets open the door to outside, logically he should be in pain but that would make her feel bad, “I’m fine, let’s just go”.
Valerie plops Danny on the ground, activates her helmet only, and sticks her head out into the pouring rain, looking around for a clear coast.
Danny looks at the rain and his bandaging, chuckling, “Lewis is gonna be pissed”. Untying the sheet, because honestly the goal was to be totally unseen now, thank you rain for the poor visibility in that regard. Floating over near her though not sticking his head into the rain, and muttering, “don’t give me shit for not being carried anymore. I’d rather be able to zip off if I have to”.
Valerie side-eyes him but nods, it made sense, she might have to play distraction or something. Plus, the rain made it incredibly darker. At least it will likely be a while before anyone comes out here to look for them so they’ve got time to wait for a good while.
Lewis was walking to the front desk to check over somethings and make a couple drop-offs, when he spotted the three white-suited men. Making a point to not stare or looking at them, or chuckle for that matter, they looked like nock off Men In Black agents. Guys In White, Hell that was a complete rip off actually.
Ignoring them as one agent asks the receptionist, “Agent S, government agent. We need to see some patient files-”.
“I’m sorry sir, if you’re not family or the patient we can’t release that kind of information”.
Lewis nearly chokes and laughs at the Agents response, “we do your taxes. All the ones for the people who were brought in from the car crash in Amity Park, files now”.
The receptionist gives them a disbelieving look and takes her sweet time looking over the guys' badge, “sorry sir, I still can not release that information to you”.
“Where are their rooms located?”.
The receptionist, who’s obviously mistrustful of them now. Lewis almost thinks she should get a raise for putting up with this, as she responds, “many are in special intensive care or discharged. Those still here are not allowed unapproved visitors-”.
“Where are their rooms, we will come in with a warrant”.
She completely ignores their comment, “-All approvals are being handled by their respective doctors. If you wish to see any of them you will need approval”.
One of the other Agents steps up, “who are the doctors”, that’s supposed to be a question but it sounds like a demand.
Lewis, deciding to catch them off guard a little, “I am one”.
The receptionist functionally exits the conversation at this point and goes back to her work. Not wanting to deal with these blowhards or Dr. Lewis. Taking the finished paperwork from the strange surgeon. She was more than happy to hear he would be going away for a while to help look after his patient, whose parents he was apparently friends with. How they could tolerate him was a bit of a mystery but from the little interaction she’s had with them, they were weird too. Possibly more weird.
The one identified as Agent S steps towards Lewis, “how many patients”.
“That information is private”.
All three agents flash their badges, “not from the government it’s not”.
Lewis makes a damn point of inspecting the badges, which are real annoyingly enough. Still doesn’t matter, “you need a warrant then”.
One of the agents types away and not even a second or two later the receptionist is handing Lewis a warrant. Lewis nods at it, these guys were fast, why couldn’t the guys who actually do his taxes be like that? Clearing his throat, “I don’t have many in my care at the moment, as I usually handle surgeries. I’m not sure how helpful that will be to you”, waiting for a beat while they stare before continuing, “as it stands, I’m looking after three. Only two from the crash”.
The three nod, before agent S speaks, “file and room location for both”.
“Why?”.
“We are with the government”.
Looking over the warrant quickly, nothing about files or rooms, “not good enough. Friends and family only”. Lewis has a feeling that these guys are used to throwing their positions and titles around.
One of the other agents steps forward, “then we want to see your superior”.
Lewis smirks, he loved doing this, “I am the superior”.
The agent squints at his name tag and snaps, “the hospital head then”.
Lewis restrains a chuckle, that was going to get them nowhere fast. Giving them her number anyway and fetching a coffee while he waits. Hiding his smirk with the rim of the cup at the clearly frustrated agents. No way Ms. Leevy would go against Lewis’s decision over visitation of all things, especially for a special case patient or one very wealthy woman, both of whom Lewis himself worked on. He was strange and disliked but everyone knew he was damn good. It was a rare day in Hell when he was actually questioned. It had probably been years since he had been actually.
Frowning ever so slightly as the Agent clearly makes another call, likely his own government superiors. Lewis stands up as Agent S comes back over, “take us to their rooms and provide their documentation now”.
Lewis doesn’t get a chance to respond as the receptionist calls him over and hands him faxed in documents, looking a little frazzled. These guys actually got warrants, just like that once again. Danny was right to be cautious of them, but this functionally ties Lewis’s hands. And considering these guys will shoot rockets at teenagers, he’s got no doubt they’ll storm the building if he refuses at this point. That would put everyone in the hospital at risk and likely wouldn’t do much in the way of stalling.
Making a damn point of using the slowest, most annoying, and glitchy computer they have, Lewis goes about opening up Lilly’s file. Taking the long way instead of using his personal code to bypass things. But blinking when he finds the file, it was severely corrupted. Most of the files were practically unusable, even the descriptions and names were hardly intact.
Agent S snapping, “what’s wrong, why does it look like that. Unencrypt it”.
This gets the receptionist's attention again as she looks over and squints, muttering, “that’s not encryption. What in the world?”.
Lewis shakes his head, confused and a little stumped. Moving over to what he knows is Danny’s file to find it looks the same. It’s like a virus came in and took bites out of it. One file even crashes the computer when he tries to open it. The screen showing a little spinning PDA for a second before turning off completely. Danny’s friends were officially a little terrifying. What kind of hacking or programming did Tucker even use to do something like this? The kid better well have a back up of Lily’s file, Lewis kind of needs that.
Lewis shakes his head at the screen and stands, turning to the receptionist, “have the IT guys look into that”, before turning to the Agents, “warrant or no, you’re out of luck. Flies are damaged”.
Agent S snapping with clear distaste and ego, “rooms then. I’m sure your hospital isn’t so horrible that the rooms can get corrupted or doctors forget their patients' rooms”. Clearly these government dogs were pricks.
Lewis holds up his finger as his pager goes off, no one should be paging him at this point so something was clearly going wrong or there was an emergency. Checking it to see that it was a vitals alarm from Danny’s room. Seriously hoping that’s because the kid disconnected stuff, not actually having an emergency. Good thing Lewis messed with the alarms from Danny’s room. The nurses would simply be notified that Danny had been transferred rooms and to clean up the room. So to give the nurses time to do their jobs, Lewis takes the slightly longer route to Lily’s room and isn’t surprised at all when they aren’t too interested in Lily. He’s even less surprised Danny’s gone and the room is clean.
Looking at the agents and, restraining a smirk, says, “oh no, guess they’ve been misplaced”. The agents are unimpressed.
Meanwhile, Valerie and Danny smile at the backlot clearing out, hadn’t taken even remotely long. Valerie suiting up fully to stay dry and blend in a bit better. Plus her board would be quieter than running through puddles. Looking back to Danny, who’s sitting on the ground, tail wrapped under his torso. The less floating he does the better, he doesn’t want to seem too used to this. Valerie asking, “you good just riding piggyback on my board? I’m fast and I think I can steer better than you can use the tail”.
Danny nods as she activates her board, holding gently around her neck; letting his tail just float about in case he has to run/fly off. Nodding again as she asks, “good to go?”. Before shooting off.
However, Danny near-instantly stiffens, yelps, and yanks his tail to curl in between the rest of his body and Val. Wincing and shaking slightly from every raindrop. This was not normal rain. hissing out, “go back, fuck, ow. Fuck”.
If Valerie hadn’t been concerned by the comment she would be by the fact that she can’t fell Danny’s tail moving at all and it seems like his muscles are shaking and spasming. So she promptly flies back. Pretty much having to peel Danny’s stiff and definitely seized up arms from around her neck. Grabbing the sheet they left behind and patting off the rain a bit frantically, which she’s now noticing looks way too brightly coloured.
Danny groans, this shit fucking hurts. Goddamn G.I.W. twats. They probably were spraying this crap or some shit. Jerkily pushing himself to sit up against Val/Red’s leg after he gets some control of his muscles back, he can feel that stuff burned his skin too. Looking down at his, smaller than it should be, tail and finally noticing the lack of movement. Trying to float or bend it and utterly failing. This was not good. Leaning forward and scooping his hand underneath it, lifting it only for it to behave like a limp soggy noodle. Letting go of it for it to just flop to the ground. Looking up at Val/Red, who’s frowning, Danny clears his throat probably sounding a little shocky, “heh, l-let’s hope this isn’t...permanent”.
Valerie nods jerkily, having a ghostly tail was weird enough, losing legs was horrible enough, not being able to use what he does have would be downright cruel. Moving and helping Danny to stiffly lay on the ground. Deactivating her suit and looking at her dry clothing and skin, she couldn’t just give him her suit, it was part of her body. But if they could put something else over him....pointing at him, “just wait here”, before booking it back into the building.
Danny’s hoping she’s got some kind of idea, because he’s a sitting duck here and he can’t even doing anything about that really. Dragging himself over to a wall and flopping onto his side, groaning a bit and trying to ignore the spasms. Grabbing his tail and pulling it up to his face so he can inspect it. It taking a few tries because of wet braces and the super malleable composition of ectoplasm that’s only barely holding the form of a ghostly tail. But he manages and it was ragged instead of smooth and little holes in spots. Danny could also tell his bodies ectoplasm had been pretty heavily depleted. Which is starting to make him a fair bit tired, not to mention weak. Which only serves to annoy him and make him more paranoid.
And what if his tail couldn’t recover from this? Zone knows what’s in that ‘rain’. What if he won’t be able to fly or float anymore? That would, that would be awful. He’d rather his legs not grow back at all, ever, than not fly again. Pushing down his rising panic as Val comes back with rubber aprons.
Valerie’s pretty well positive he’s either going into shock or something worse with how wide-eyed he looks, not to mention the shaking. Quickly wrapping him in the aprons and making a damn point to make sure all of him is covered, especially the tail. Looking kind of like a Danny burrito at the end, trying to make this seem less shitty, she chuckles slightly, “you look silly”.
Danny looks at her speaking a bit awkwardly, “prick”, before jerking and wincing in pain, feeling his Core do the closest thing it can to seizing up. This felt an awful lot like the Plasmius Maximus. Which, for once, was actually encouraging. That wore off after a while.
Valerie grabbing his shoulders, more than a little worried, “Danny. Are you okay?”.
Danny grunts, “not really. My ectoplasm’s basically seizing up now”, nodding his head stiffly at her, “suit up, we still need to get out of here”.
Valerie frowns but does as she’s asked, “Danny, I didn’t even know you had ectoplasm in you before. How bad is that?”.
Danny chuckles a little hollowly, “everyone in Amity does”.
She looks to where she knows his tail is a bit judgingly as she lays him over the nose of her board, “not enough to set off detectors or form ghost tails, Danny. You even said you have a lot in you even before now, more than everyone else”, patting his back and grabbing on to him, “you good to try again?”.
Danny nods as she creeps out, “I’m fine, go. And yeah I guess I did. Something similar to this has happened before, minus the burning-”.
Valerie cuts in as she crouches and speeds off, making sure to keep a good grip on Danny, “burning!?!”.
Danny grunts, “yeah, felt like someone was dripping acid on me-”.
Cutting in again, “how did you not scream from that?”.
“High pain tolerance. My house is an accidental death waiting to happen. Anyway, if this works like the other thing did, I’ll be fine in time”, Danny’s pretty well clinging to that idea and freaking out would not be helpful at all right now. He doesn’t have time for a freakout.
Valerie ducks behind some cars, grumbling, “well you still should get treatment from your folks or the....doctor guy, for it. Can they even treat your, er, ectoplasm? What if it doesn’t get better at all”.
Danny grumbles as she has to backtrack again, there were more agents showing up, “yes but my ‘plasm’s usually just left alone to do its thing. And I don’t really know. My tail would probably fade away, other than that. I really don’t know”, he could make a few guesses, but not only does he not want to voice them but she’ll ask some questions. Because really, there was only three options. He’d die fully, he’d come fully back to life, or he just wouldn’t be able to use his ghost stuff and side anymore. All of them are fucking horrible and he is firmly not thinking about that. Instead grimacing at what’s functionally crowds in every direction. Some with agents some not. Grumbling, “damnit, can I use your com by chance? Make phone calls?”.
Valerie’s got no clue what he’s up to but she’s got nothing, so she puts a spare pair of her suits headphones into his ears and shoves a little remote into his hand. Muting the call on her helmet for privacy, “here, I’m not listening. Do whatever plan you have”.
Danny smiles and calls Tuck, speaking as soon as he picks up, “don’t ask, where you at?”.
“We’re both in Amity dude, what’s happening?”.
“Seeing a marching band“, their code for the G.I.W. are here, “little red bird’s joined the black parade”, meaning the Red Huntress is helping Danny, “patch me to doc man. Because you fuckers are a long way off. Got a probable fake-out make-out in mind“, mentally groaning over their phrase for saving Danny ass through trickery, “and can’t use little red bird, marching band’s got eyes”. It was way too easy for them to get spotted if Val/Red just flies off and he’s not about to risk her secret like that. Besides, the G.I.W. are stupid but not that stupid.
“Noticed, hacked and cracked. Hold your knickers.....and done. Connecting. Don’t ghost us”, with that Danny hangs up so he can talk with Lewis and probably so Tuck can watch what the G.I.W. are doing. Least it sounds like he deleted Danny’s file or something similar.
Seconds later Lewis picks up, sounding a bit incredulous, “hello?”.
“What’s up doc? You got a car right?”.
“Yes. It’s in the west bay lot. I have a lot of questions. I’m in the bathroom holding my pager, which firmly can not take calls, to my ear. How?”.
Danny chuckles and looks up at Val/Red, “not speaking to you right now. Hey driver, we need the west bay lot”, leaning his face back down so no rain can possibly get on it as she flies off cautiously and clearly a bit confused. “I’m back doc. Don’t question the powers of the very geek. Just meet us by your shit and grab the shit I came in with. All of it. Even scraps”.
Danny can practically hear Lewis’s smirk, “that’s easy. Confiscated it days ago. See you soon”. Danny smirks as he hangs up.
Danny chuckles slightly, body feeling a ton better but ectoplasm still not usable, “we’re good to go. You’re basically dropping me off with Lewis. No one will think something weird of a doctor going out for late lunch or early supper”.
Valerie shakes her head, “I didn’t even understand half of what you said. But you got lucky with your doctor”.
Danny simply smiles as they near the parking lot. Danny spotting some well-dressed guy walking with a large briefcase. As they get closer and Danny squints, it’s clearly Lewis. “Dude walking with a briefcase. Looks weird without his doctor coat”.
Valerie’s just assuming Danny knew whereabouts his doctor would be, since she can barely see the person.
Lewis spots the Red Huntress -how does that board of hers work?- and promptly unlocks his car, signalling for the back doors to open. Managing to get to the car just after the girl dumps what looks like a rubber black garbage bag in the back seat. The girl pointing at Lewis and speaking with an oddly deep voice, “I don’t care what he says, give him medical attention when safe”, then promptly flies off out of sight.
Lewis hops in the car, tosses his briefcase onto the floor in the back, and starts the car as he closes the door. Turning around and speaking as he uses the back window to reverse instead of his camera so that he can see that Danny’s indeed here, wrapped in rubber? And not in a way Vee would like Eddie to be. Shaking his head to clear that image and speaking, “I have even more questions. Guess we’re heading to Amity a little early huh?”, and then fucking drives off.
Danny chuckles and unwraps the aprons as quickly as he can with his stiffness and without getting any of the ‘rain’ on himself. Pushing himself to sit up and stuffing the aprons under the seat. “I bet you do. But no, should probably hold off on going to Amity. You’ll be followed and it’d be suspicious if you do that before you’re scheduled to be off work. You’re just taking a late lunch is all”.
Lewis stares at him through the review mirror, Danny just left needles stuck into his skin and let himself be tossed around, “take out the needles. Seriously. And I am not just letting you run off and I definitely can’t take you out for food in public. Leaving you in here all day would be more risky than you just hiding in a hospital closet”, watching the road though squinting, Danny’s tail was strangely still, “what’s going on with your tail?”.
Danny huffs a little and yanks out the couple things still hooked into him, before grabbing the brief case and digging through his clothing pockets, “the rain’s not rain doc. It’s an anti-ecto solution. My ectoplasm is functionally paralysed right now. It burned the Zone out of me too. So yes, I need to be rewrapped for burn-ah! Yes!”, lifting up his little keychain thermos and poking the uncram button, making it return to a full-sized thermos.
Lewis isn’t sure if he’s unimpressed at his work getting ruined again or impressed that it happened so quickly. “I can’t keep bandaging on you for even a day, can I? And how is a thermos useful? And was it shrunken before?”.
Danny shakes the thermos with a smirk, “this is the most useful thing I have. And yes, folks built a shrink gun like a year ago. Built and repurposed parts from it to build into one of my thermoses. That way I can have a thermos keychain and never be without one”.
Lewis furrows his brows, just how many logic-defying things had his old friends made? “The laws of the universe don’t apply to Fenton’s, in general, do they? And that doesn’t answer how the thermos is useful”.
Danny actually laughs at that, though suppressing a wince for rattling his paralysed Core, as he checks to make sure the thermos is actually empty, “pretty much. It’ll seem less weird after dad accidentally sucks the house into an alternate dimension a few times. Dream catchers that spit people in half and heavily weaponised jumpsuits, yes those suits they wear are weaponised, seem a lot less odd comparatively”, Danny’s firmly enjoying Lewis’s slightly confused expression, and confusing the guy is a welcome distraction. Smirking slightly, he opens the thermos at the car roof, the beam shooting out but of course doing nothing as he puts the cap back on.
Lewis nearly jerks the wheel, not expecting Danny to start shooting his car, deadpanning, “why did you shoot my car? What does that do? And just how weaponised”.
Danny puts it to the side and sorts through the briefcase more for a pair of Fenton Phones, “you got a screwdriver kit? And it’s a capture device. I don’t just beat ghosts up till they leave. I catch ‘em...in a thermos”.
Lewis digs around in his dash compartment and hands back a kit, whose taken to laying across the seats, “well you are not going to be catching any ghosts. So what are you using it for”. Glancing in the mirror to see Danny tearing apart one of what looks like a green wireless earbud with a mic that’s sitting on his stomach, “and those?”.
Danny holds up the intact one, “Fenton Phones. Name says it all, gimme your pager”, explaining more as Lewis just does it and starting to take that apart too, “I'm fusing the communication bits of the one Fenton Phone into your pager. That way we can communicate”.
“I have a phone you know. And those pagers cost money”.
Danny rolls his eyes, “phones can be tapped. Fenton Phones can’t be. They also can’t be traced”, looking at Lewis’s face through the review mirror, “you could just wear it but that would be noticeable. Or do you want me to take apart your phone”.
Lewis, recognising when he should just go along with whatever a weird friend wants, promptly nods, “you can have the pager”, like how you just don’t try to share food with Vee, best let them have the whole plate, or bowl. Clearing his throat, “but I’m still not letting you run off or stay in the car. Since you won’t go to Amity then what?”.
Danny lifts up the thermos and shakes it, before finishing up the pager and testing it. Smiling with a nod and handing the pager back, “I’m hiding in the thermos. So technically, I am catching a ghost, me. Then you just jab the cram button and hide it where ever. Could even shove it and thusly me, in you wallet”.
Lewis gives Danny seriously dubious eyebrows through the review mirror, “you can fit in that?”.
“It’s a Hell of a lot comfier than the vacuum. And dad accidentally crammed -shrunk- me once before so that’s safe too”. Danny leans forward and uses his elbows two perch himself up on the centre console, tail just flopping unceremoniously on the ground as he holds up the thermos and starts pointing at buttons, “cram, uncram, capture, and this last one’s release. You’ll have to uncram the thermos and then use the release button to let me out”.
Lewis is genuinely considering labelling this as the weirdest day he’s ever had. And it’s just over half over, “so you want me to just, carry you around in a tiny thermos for hours on end? So you can avoid the government officials crawling all over my hospital?”.
Danny nods a bit erratically, “yes, exactly. You could leave me in the car or your locker, if you have one of those. Sure I’ll be a little cranky and sore, it’s not the Taj Mahal in there. But it’s safe and they won’t be able to detect me with scanners”.
“They have scanners for you? Seriously?”.
Danny rolls his eyes, “no, all ghosts. So do my folks. I set that stuff off if they’re sensitive enough regardless of form. I set them off even easier now it seems, blaming the tail for that. My parents' scanner even says, ‘you’d have to be a moron to not spot the ghost directly in front of you’. The ghost grabber adds ‘beware’ after every word I say. And the boomerang will always aim for and hit me if someone throws it. There’s a really long list actually”.
Lewis shakes his head, this was a bit absurd, “and yet they still don’t realise you’re half ghost? Even with their devices point-blank telling them you are a ghost?”.
Danny shrugs, “people are blind, like I said. Anyway, I’mma hide before my luck runs out and G.I.W. drives by or something”.
Lewis almost wishes he pulled over as Danny aims it at his face, gets hit by a blue beam and seems to basically dissolve into Danny coloured mist and gets sucked inside; thermos clattering to the ground. Lewis waits till he gets to the little diner to grab the thermos and hit the cram button. Looking at his pager and pushing the new green button, “you good?”.
Danny’s voice coming through the pager, “I’m fine doc, just go eat and don't be suspicious. I can hear through the thermos by the way. And yes, even I qualify this situation as rather weird even by my standards”.
Lewis shakes his head, clipping the thermoses little key chain on his wallets inside zipper and zipping the whole thing closed, “glad I’m not the only one”, before heading in for food.
One of the annoying things about his ectoplasm being disabled, Danny thinks, is that he can’t move around. Since the thermos basically dissolves and hyper condenses ghosts into just their pure ectoplasm. Sure you could make/keep that ectoplasm you shaped...if you could actually move your ectoplasm. But at least he was alone in here. Though hearing Lewis go about his day is more than a little strange. Even seems slightly invasive when he’s dealing with patients. Which is hardly ever actually. But he does learn that Lewis really does watch what he says around others. Speaking all professional and calming like with some girl named Pepper. But it does keep him somewhat entertained.
Lewis: “mam, I would ask you to leave the transfusion line in”.
Danny doesn’t even need to ask to know how big of a mess tearing out a blood transfusion line would make. Largely because he, like an idiot, has done that repeatedly.
Pepper: “well then get one that doesn’t poke holes in me”.
Lewis: “I apologise as that isn’t something the hospital currently offers”.
Pepper: “well then make it. You’re the big head guy aren’t you?”.
Lewis: “mam. No place offers that because it doesn’t currently exist”.
Pepper, who Danny is imagining is making some kind of shooing motion, “then go make one. I’ll wait”.
Lewis: “maybe someone will see to that. In the meantime, you do need this. So please allow nurse Joy to help you out. I’m sure you’d like to be on your way”.
Pepper: “absolutely not. I will not have something icky like that being jabbed in my skin. And do you even clean the blood? I hear you just take it from any weirdos who just show up. I’ll just find another hospital where they can give me what I want. How would you like losing your paycheck?”.
Lewis: “I can assure you we have extremely high standards for both the blood we take and provide to patients. You were sent here because you needed the best care possible, which we have and can provide as best as you allow us to”.
Pepper: “pah! Then stop jabbing me with things. Use the needles on the commoners with no standards. Treat me like a doctor, would you treat a doctor like this?!?”.
Lewis: “without question yes. Everyone receives the same level of care, as we hold ourselves to the highest standard”.
Pepper: “bullshit! No doctor would let their skin, that they likely spent good money taking care of, be marred for some silly blood thingy”.
Someone Danny’s assuming is a nurse: “mam please, Dr. Lewis has other duties to perform. All you need to do is take the treatment as you need i-”.
Pepper: “I don’t care what other patients he has! They can all curdle and die! Give me what I actually deserve”.
Lewis, sounding a little too cheery, “I can certainly do that.....nurse Remfell, could you fetch me the sedatives?”. Danny snorts and laughs at that.
Pepper: “what! I do not need something like that!”.
Lewis: “then please take your treatment as you’ve been directed”.
Pepper: “this is harassment and coercion!”.
Lewis: “you requested I give what you deserve. Which is simply what you need. Which is exactly the treatment we are attempting to give you”.
Pepper: “no, what I need is for you to speed up this process so I can go home to people who actually do treat me properly. You know, by not jabbing me with needles”.
Lewis: “if they were capable of indeed providing you with adequate treatment then I would feel comfortable releasing you to them. However, they are not. No one can rush healing, the body must take its time and it can use that time best while being treated properly”.
Pepper: “would you let this be done to you? I think not”.
Lewis: “I certainly would. The people here are highly skilled. I could demonstrate, if that would make you feel better?”.
Nurse Remfell, sounding cautious and barely above a whisper: “Doctor Lewis”.
Pepper: “oh don’t bother. You probably willing eat meat. So clearly your standards are a little lower than mine”.
Lewis: “you’ll find most doctors are quite healthy eaters, including the very much necessary amount of meat. Though I can assure you that I have a friend with a far more specialised and refined palette”. Danny officially wonders just how often Lewis drops random info about his friends. And man would Sam ever be able to get into one Hell of an argument with Lewis and his friends.
Pepper: “then maybe they should do your job. Since you clearly don’t know about nutrition at all”.
Lewis: “that is not my department but I can assure I am very well informed in that regard. I don’t believe anyone would exactly like them to be the ones digging around in them”.
Nurse Remfell, again sounding cautious and slightly pleading: “doctor, don’t you have surgery in a little while?”.
Lewis: “I do. But maybe they’d enjoy some diet tips from miss Pepper as an apology for holding me up from doing what is in my title”.
Pepper: “hmpf, they don’t deserve my wisdom for free”.
Lewis: “then you’re going to let everyone here do their jobs and get you and other patients fixed up?”.
Pepper: “not if they’re going to stick Me with more damn needles”.
Lewis: “Nurse Remfell, please have Dr. Meyer sedate and help treat Miss Pepper. I would do it, my hands are steadiest of course, but I’m afraid I have other responsibilities”.
Nurse Remfell: “yes doctor”.
Danny chuckles as he can hear Lewis leaving and the door closing. Though he’s not really looking forward to overhearing surgery of all things.
Surprisingly it’s not that bad when you can’t see shit. Plus there’s no nightmarish screaming cause Lewis doesn’t run around dissecting conscious beings. In fact, Danny spends most of the time naming off what instruments he knows by sound. It’s probably concerning that seems to be most of them. But saw on bone is a pretty darn unique sound and something like scalpels he could tell just by how Lewis seemed to be moving. Though he is a little surprised by just how often Lewis uses a bone saw. He’s not sure if that’s just normal or if Lewis just really likes sawing into bones. If it was anyone else the answer would be obvious. But it’s the guy who makes cakes for vigilante serial killers and makes designs out of and in people’s bodies for fun.
Danny also gets a bit surprised by just how much idle chitchat goes on, which Lewis is firmly not involved in. In fact, whenever it sounds like he gets relatively close they quiet down. It would be funny that Lewis seemed like the operation rooms ‘shut your yap and work’ button, if it weren’t for that being kind of...sad. Lewis wasn’t kidding about not being exactly well-liked. Which Danny’s a bit miffed about, the guy was great! Weird...but great. Would any other doctors or nurses pull even half the shit Lewis has for him at this point? No, so maybe they should stop being dicks. Plus Danny would have figured at least someone would ask about the run-in with the G.I.W. but they either didn’t care or didn’t want to deal with or question Lewis.
Lewis takes the time in-between surgeries to check in with Danny, tapping the green button mostly just to make sure he’s heard, “you still good?”.
Danny gets a little caught off guard by Lewis’s voice being louder, but it does make it obvious he’s talking to him, “I’mma dandy Danny. Been napping here and there. You really do rub people wrong, but they’re dicks so fuck ‘em. Also, you use bone saws a lot”.
Lewis screws up his face a bit, “I’m going to guess you figured that out by sound? In which case, how do you know what that sounds like that well?”.
“I’ve been playing a game of guess the medical tool. And dude, you won’t like that answer. No one does”.
Lewis shakes his head, “you've used one haven’t you?”.
Awkward chuckling, “here and there. It’s a much more pleasant way of smoothing over the ends of ribs I break off than metal files. And it’s a lot easier to just remove my ribs and access my spine through the front than try to go the back way”.
Lewis honestly feels ever so slightly like he’s talking to Vee. Talking about the disposability of body parts and the inconvenience of the human, or somewhat human in Danny case, body. “You’re not wrong and it is definitely better than a garage tool. You have an impressive pain tolerance”.
“Comes with the hero duties, I’ve been getting slammed into concrete at over five-hundred mph since my first weak. The first time I got cut in half was a trip though. Aren’t you supposed to be bone-cracking?”.
Lewis blinks, okay Danny was almost definitely more durable than Venom, “us surgeons get pretty decent breaks in-between most times, but yes. Though I would frankly rather have you hovering around for conversation than most of my underlings for assistance”.
Lewis gets up and straightens out his coat while Danny responds, “that would probably qualify as insanely creepy for either one of us to be doing. Me being an unauthorised voyeuristic helicopter. You being the guy doing the nitty-gritty while conversing with the sorta dead. Though technically, I could probably function as an assistant. Pretty sure that would be highly illegal though”.
Lewis chuckles, it would make work more interesting and enjoyable for sure...and less likely for him to be transferred. Though the hospital might freak out a little from someone actually seeming to be genuinely friendly with Lewis. “It would be, though I best get back at this point. Enjoy the surgery soundtrack”.
Danny just chuckles quietly.
Lewis snaps off his gloves as he leaves the OR, shift officially over and done with, so he can go deal with the mess Danny’s functionally made for him. Missing files, government dogs, a transferred patient that’s actually just completely missing, bandaging to redo, a technical fugitives belongings stashed in his car, a random hunter that will probably want to check in on Danny, how to explain Danny going home way sooner than planned -to both the hospital and his two hunter friends-, oh yeah and a super-powered half-dead teenager trapped in a thermos the size of his pinky nail stuffed in his wallet. Eddie’s and Vee’s problems were definitely a lot simpler, partly because they usually ate them. Just a couple of dead bodies, which sometimes were the problems.
Walking casually back to his car and hopping in, pushing the green button, “I’m going to take you to my place for the night if that’s fine?”.
“You do have a wife right? How you gonna explain this random kid? If you’re gonna leave me in here all night, then you owe me some serious pancakes or something”.
Lewis chuckles and shakes his head as he drives home, it was a bit of a long commute but he didn’t mind much. “Do you know how I met Eddie? Through my wife. They used to be engaged. And when the whole Vee and being Venom thing happened she let Vee body snatch her to save Eddie’s butt. Said body-snatching also included biting a mercenaries head off”, chuckling some more, “found out from Vee later, pretty sure I wasn’t supposed to find out, but Vee went back into Eddie’s body from Anne’s via a very intense kiss”.
“Was it right after the whole...uh, taking a bite out of crime...thing? That will never not be fucked up by the way. But okay, you’re wife’s weird too”.
Lewis smiles warmly, of course she was a bit strange, have to be to tolerate him. And he can’t really be bothered by Danny still disapproving of murder and cannibalism. But at least he was making jokes about it now instead of having a mild meltdown, positives Lewis. “As I was told, it was explicitly directly after, Vee was very pleased about that. Anne, not so much. Eddie...I really don’t know but I’d say he was cool with it. And yes, she’s a bit odd herself. She’s also a lawyer”.
Danny laughs, that was a bit ironic that someone working within the law was explicitly and emphatically friends with two someone’s severely outside of it, “a morally questionable lawyer, a morbid socially unacceptable doctor, a moonlighting murderer muckraker reporter, and an exiled body-snatching alien. That’s one Hell of a quartet. Got a name yet?”.
Lewis raises an eyebrow, name? Though yeah they were an odd group, “no? What do you mean by name? And in that case, you’re an over-protective paranoid hero halfa”.
Danny chuckles, that was accurate, “true story. My group are the Defect Quartet. ‘Cause we’re all too strange and outside of the norm to be anything but defective. Used to be the Weirdo Trio before Val came along. Before that, the nerd herd. The goth, the geek, the gunner, and the ghost. An insanely wealthy vegan social activist goth, an absurdly carnivorous hacker geek, a riches to rags pessimist weapons enthusiast, and a punny battered ghostly hero. Though I’m usually called the graceless or the gauche. Since the ghost thing ain’t public knowledge”.
Lewis shakes his head, so this was a teenager thing. “Well ‘defect’ definitely doesn’t suit my group so to speak. We’re all rather successful and accomplished”.
“That doesn’t mean shit. I was on the cover of genius magazine once. Saved the purple-backed gorillas from going extinct”.
“That’s one thing, not a career”.
“I like how that’s your response, not general confusion. We’re teens, we shouldn’t have careers”.
Lewis nods, very true, but with how Danny lived, “what do you even intend to do? Eddie only gets away with the vigilante side gig because he’s his own boss mostly and even when he’s not, he’s on his own schedule. He can only really do that because he had already built up a name for himself. That and he lives extremely low budget”.
Danny groans exaggeratedly, adults and their ‘what are you gonna do with your life’ and ‘you need to think about your future young man’ and ‘what are your plans? How are going to support yourself’ and ‘hobbies are fine but you need a real focus’. Groaning a second time for emphasis, “don't know ‘bout Val. Sam’s the only heir in her family, she doesn’t really have a choice what she does, Manson’s don’t work. Tucker’s either going into politics, the government, or rising up into ownership of a tech company. I wanted to be an astronaut but my physiology makes that impossible, if my folks chill it with the ghost hate then I’ll probably take over FentonWorks. Otherwise, I got nothing. Well, human wise anyway. Could just fuck off to the Zone-”.
“Kid, no. Running away is not how you fix or achieve something. You’re right about NASA though. We’ve got a long drive, so what else you got?”.
Danny groans again, “nada. My grades are shit, I’d have to be able to run my own schedule and be able to drop it like someone just set it on fire at any moment. Because superheroing is not a side gig, it’s the main gig. And technically, running off to the Zone isn’t running from my problems. I belong there as much as I do here. Sure I was born here, but so were most ghosts”.
Lewis tilts his head, so that was another different, Danny valued and placed the vigilantism as top priority. And fine, ghosts did belong to the Zone. “that’s fair. But what would you even do there?”.
Danny snickers making Lewis a little cautious of the response, “ghosts are pretty free things. Build and protect your lair, satisfy your Obsession. If you’re part of a clan or kingdom then it’s a fair bit more”, chuckling because at this point might as well just startle the guy, “if I moved there I’d probably rise to claim my place as King properly”.
Lewis coughs, unsure if that’s a joke, “King?”.
Danny chuckles, Lewis able to hear the shit-eating grin in his voice, “I’m a prince, Lewis. In two kingdoms actually. A knight in four and worshipped as a god by one clan. Don’t ask how that last one happened because I don’t know. They’ve been calling me ‘Great One’ and ‘Saviour’ since I first ran into them”, Lewis is silent so Danny laughs and just continues, “Sam’s also a Princess in one and knighted in two. Tuck’s a Baka, meaning prince but in Egyptian, in one and knighted in two. Val’s the exception”.
Lewis blinks and watches the road before shaking his head, Danny’s life was legitimately completely crazy, “you absolutely have the strangest life. I’m not sure if I should fear the idea of you being a king”. He clearly could act the role and have a commanding presence, but he was firmly still a disaster.
“You should have seen the other guy! He was so bad they locked him in what was basically a coma for, like, over a thousand years. When he woke up they all fled. I found out and through some crazy bullshit wound up beating him back into a coma. The other king who became my punching bag, abducted and tried to forcibly wed Sam, trapped his kingdom into a no happiness allowed technology-free dark age and abused his sister. His sister’s queen now but I’m considered prince and heir to the throne should she fade”.
Lewis shakes his head, yeah was kind of hard to do worse than that, “so, tyrants then? Who the heck’s ruling the first one?”.
“Uhhhh, no one? Hasn’t been ruled in forever so no ruler is basically the norm now. Kind of unnecessary. But for, like, who does the duties. A collection of asshole ghosts who can only watch but never interfere. They hate me. Like, a lot. Tried to assassinate me once. Anyway, that particular throne is more representative. A figurehead but with power if they want. Sorta a make it your own and do whatever you want kind of role”.
“So the Queen of England? But with even less responsibilities? That barely counts as a king or prince”.
Danny chuckles, “so long as nothing threatens the entirety of the Zone or ghosts. I’m understating the role a bit. See humans are all broken up yeah? You’re not united under the Earth or whatever. Well, ghosts are united under the Zone as a whole. Meaning there’s a ruler of the entire Zone. The King, or Prince right now, Of Ghosts. The Ghost King, the Ghost Prince. Yeeeeaaaaah”.
Lewis pulls into his driveway and just stares forward for a bit, “are you, are you trying to tell me you’re the rightful ruler of an entire species and dimension?”.
“Yes? Pretty much yeah. And your car turned off. We there yet? You gonna let me outta here?”.
Lewis is nearly having a mild freak out of his own. This random child of long-time friends is the prince and thus future king of an entire species. Basically the most powerful ruler even remotely possible. And he’s in Lewis’s wallet, complains about weak coffee, gets beat up by bullies, and his seemingly biggest problem is what his folks think of him. The utter normalcy of that is kind of jarring but also really calming. Shaking his head, “yes, yeah. Your tail working yet?”.
Danny snorts, “looks like I freaked ya again. And I don’t fucking know dude, I don’t actually have a body at the moment. Jus a disembodied voice and mind floating in a thermos full of ectoplasm”.
Lewis tilts his head, Vee’s probably said that before; being a technical liquid and all. Just floating in a test tank thing instead of a soup thermos. Shrugging and taking out his wallet, unclipping the thermos and going through the motions of getting Danny out. Which is still very strange. As Danny comes out via another bream of light, basically laying across the shotgun seat and looking slightly disoriented.
Danny shakes his head and smirks, “THE DANNY IS FREE! FOR NO CYLINDRICAL SOUP CAN CAN HOLD HIM!”.
Lewis looks at the thermos and quirks an eyebrow. Danny, spotting this, promptly grabs his thermos, “and I’ll be taking that back now”. Which Lewis chuckles at. While Danny looks out the window at Lewis’s house, tilting his head, huh, it was a bit smaller than expected.
While Lewis looks down and notes that Danny’s black tail is wiggling somewhat again, good. Before getting out of the car and holding the door open, “you should probably make yourself invisible at least until we’re inside”.
Danny chuckles and does that as he floats out after Lewis. He was damn happy to be floating again, zipping around the house some and winding through things; Lewis unawares. Even if it was a bit difficult and jerky. Shaking his head at Lewis holding the door open a bit awkwardly. Whispering at him, “I can go through things remember? Didn’t need to open the door at all”.
Lewis rolls his eyes and shakes his head as he heads into the kitchen, “that would be rather rude of you”.
Danny chuckles as he seats himself on one of the little stools, coiling his tail up in case this ‘Anne’ walks in. Popping back into visibility, and petting the cat that comes up, “I’ve stolen people's cups of water while flying through airplanes. It’s actually so common it’s something planes flying over Amity warn their passengers about, the random dead teen who might fly through the floor and take your drinks or food. But at least he says thank you?”.
Lewis shakes his head as he starts on making a noodle dish, “at least most of that is free”. Mixing in the broth and debating what else to put in, tilting his head around, “what kinds of veggies and meats do you like?”.
Danny shrugs, he’ll eat almost anything, “I’ve eaten sporks. Just don’t serve me toast and you’re good”.
Lewis points at him as he gets peppers and celery, “Eddie and Vee have eaten probably a little of everything at this point. Doesn’t mean they don’t have tastes”.
Danny stares at him and waits for him to turn around before grabbing one of the knives on the table -why do they keep them on the table of all places?- and just swallows it.
Lewis gives him a rather unimpressed look, which Danny’s slightly miffed about. At least Sam looked at him with disgust. While Lewis says, “those are expensive you know”. Danny rolls his eyes and phases the knife out of his stomach and waves it around, stabbing one of the larger pieces of pepper as Lewis puts his plate down.
Both turn their heads to the door as they can both hear a key going in the lock. Lewis blinks and realises a slight error on his part, looking at Danny quickly, “wife saw me googling you as Phantom. Doesn’t know names or what your human self looks like, so positives”.
Danny groans and glares at Lewis, he can smell it’s a girl and it matches the other prominent human scent in the house so he transforms and glares a little harder at Lewis. Taking the knife out of his mouth and stabbing another pepper a bit unnecessarily aggressively, “not cool doc“. Of course, this means there’s no damn point in hiding the tail, so he just lets it wind around the stool legs.
Lewis shrugs, he wasn’t about to claim to be perfect, as Anne walks in.
Anne looks at the table only glancing at the glowing black and white teenager with a knife in his mouth for a beat before nonchalantly taking off her shoes, “hi honey and hello patient that someone is decidedly not supposed to be bringing home”.
Lewis smiles, “guys with guns came to abduct him”. Danny glares at him slightly. While Anne shakes her head, “at least they weren’t successful this time”, as she walks up and kisses Lewis on the cheek and sits at the table.
Danny looks at her, “seriously? That’s all the reaction you’re gonna give me?”.
Lewis just smirks as he eats his food. Anne looking Danny over before giving him a sweet smile and patting his head, “interesting voice you’ve got, just don’t go making Dan a tag-along for blowing up rockets”.
Lewis looks between the two a little awkwardly as Danny winces, which Anne definitely notices and raises an eyebrow at Lewis. No one saying anything for a bit before the cat sticks his tail in Danny’s face. Effectively breaking the growing tension as Danny chuckles, “if your name’s Maddie, I will be very concerned”.
Anne shakes her head, “mines Anne”.
“No, the cat. An evil Frootloop has a cat named Maddie”.
Anne shakes her head, “no, he’s Mr. Belvedere”. While Lewis finds it arguably quite creepy one of Danny’s enemy’s named their cat after Danny’s mom.
Danny smiles and pokes the cat, mentally shaking off the whole ‘Dan’ name, figuring he should probably attempt at getting used to that since his folks are going to call Lewis that too. “Well hello then. I probably smell pretty weird”.
Lewis thinks that’s probably an understatement but he was used to Vee’s scent by now so more strange smelling people isn’t probably all the weird.
Mr. Belvedere meanwhile, is just pleased that this strange smelling and looking creature isn’t attempting to bite him. Even if this one seems to be a predator just like the other one. This one seems at least a little similar to the other glowing creatures he sees sometimes. He likes to chase the little ones around but this one is clearly far stronger. He can tell when It touches him, the power thrumming under Its long paws so similar to the twolegs he lives with. Like the other strange creature, this one can look just like the twolegs he’s familiar with. He finds that is quite a useful trick, blending in with potential prey and tricking other predators into underestimating them. He’s seen how the occasional twoleg that fancies Itself a predator wound up the prey for the other strange creature. He hopes that one enjoys Its plentiful meals. Tilting his head at this strange creature, wondering if It stalks twolegs too. Putting on a protective front, because these are his twolegs, and demanding, “you best not hunt my twolegs”. He had to bat at the black part of the other strange predator before It got the messages to not nip at his Twolegs. Only he gets to do that.
Danny looks at the cat, which has his ears pinned back and Danny can easily pick up on the stiff battle-ready posture. How he partly blocks Danny’s line of view of Anne, it was obvious the cat was being protective. Officially glad this is a cat, not a dog, as cats were much more sensitive to ghosts. Meaning kitty would be able to somewhat understand ghost speak. Making sure to keep his fangs retracted, “I̛’̶m a̕ ͠p͏͏̧r͞͝o̵͟͜t҉͘e̷̸c͝͏̛t҉įv̴͞e̛ th̢̡i͜͏̵n͏g̵̵͝.̸̸ ̕͠I͠ ̕do̸n’͝t͟ ̧h̸̡ar̵m͢ ̵͞͞m͠or̨͟͞t̨a̛lş”. Mr. Belvedere seems pacified by that and promptly stalks off, laying on the ground to clean over his fur.
Lewis quirks an eyebrow, “what was that about?”. While Anne laughs lightly, mouthing ‘wow’, before saying, “he listened to you I think, that’s quite the feat”.
Danny chuckles and rubs his neck, “he was being protective of you. So I just told him I wasn’t a threat. Cats are more sensitive to ghosts, so they can understand us to a degree”.
Anne tilts her head, “you’re a ghost?”, looking at Lewis, “why would a ghost need a surgeon?”.
Danny smirks and stretches his arms out some, “okay cool, you didn’t go opening your yap much”, shrugging, “but you know shit. You’re murder buddies know shit. Don’t know your wife though. So maybe”.
Anne nearly snorts over ‘murder buddies’, very similar to ‘murder friends’ and a bit surprised that someone Dan described as ‘more moral than every doctor ever’ is tolerant of said murder friends. Shaking her head but smiling slightly, “I’m surprised you’re okay with those two. Pleased, but surprised. Which is good, because I absolutely will protect them if you threaten them”.
Danny chuckles a bit meanly but finishes off his food before responding, “you could attempt to sure. There’s a reason people make entire careers out of and dedicate their whole lives to fighting things like me, yet still find themselves unsuccessful and outmatched. But I’m no threat, so long as my humans aren’t threatened. I’m not okay with what they do, I’m okay with why they do it”.
Anne crosses her arms, “I've helped destroy body-snatching world-destroying aliens. I can fight very dirty”.
Danny snorts, “a lawyer? Fighting dirty? Why I never. Won’t do any good though, I never expect fair fights”, tilting his head and chuckling, “that’s what happens when you’re archenemy’s entire thing is being underhanded and fighting dirty. Not to mention one of the wealthiest people in the world, basically a mad scientist, and politically skilled”.
Lewis and Anne share a look, Lewis pointing at Danny, “that sounds a lot like Drake. Filthy rich mad scientist with his foot in politics. Also had the other surviving Symbiote”, looking at Anne, “Riot right?”, at Anne’s nod Lewis continues, “Riot was older, stronger, more abilities and pretty well played into Drakes desires to trick him”.
Anne nods, “Drake was a fool”.
Danny tilts his head, that was freakishly similar to Vlad, “so Drake’s the crazy entrepreneur who brought them here from space? Which by the way, is still super awesome because space! And yeah, that’s sounds really similar to the Frootloop. Just both Drake and Riot combined into one batshit crazy prick. Throw in a bunch of lackies and way too much free time”, tilting his head and pointing at Lewis, “and didn’t you say crazy human was trying to improve humanity or something? Make them able to survive in space?”, at Lewis’s nod and the curious look to his eyes, Danny continues, “yeah, my unlovable Frootloop pretty well never has good reasons for anything. Very selfish and will do anything from attempting to blow people up with nanobots to cloning and very extreme inhumane experimentation”, shrugging, “usually it’s for power, even more money, to murder one very specific guy, to get the women he’s Obsessed with, or to force me to be his son”.
Lewis nods, conceding that those motivations weren’t remotely positive and got progressively more strange. Anne shakes her head ever so slightly, “Drake would likely have approved any inhumane practices to get what he wanted. Even if he had marginally better reasons”.
Danny points at her, “Frootloop does everything himself. His lackies are basically just scouts and attack dogs. Who would have thought, a sorta politician dirtbag who actually does the nasty work”, yawning and nodding at Lewis, “soooo, you gonna trace lines on my skin with your silver sharp friends?”.
Anne makes a point to not visually react to that, this kid, who’s name she still didn’t have, was quite a bit like Lewis, Eddie and Vee. There was also a level of restraint and caution to him, was a bit like her.
Lewis shakes his head but gets up to fetch his supplies, “that won’t be necessary for redoing bandaging and burns. Though please let me take off the braces”, pausing to point at him, “and make them actually on you”. Danny rolls his eyes but transforms under them to make them on top but Phantom designed.
Anne blinks, that was almost as startling as Vee randomly becoming or changing Eddie’s clothing. Looking to Lewis, “I’m truly impressed a ghost can get injured enough for all that”.
Lewis shouts from a few rooms over, “he’s not! Just pretending to be!”.
Anne looks to Danny with ‘why are you putting him through this?’ eyebrows. Danny chuckles, “the hospital and my family would be suspicious if I didn’t play injured. Since none of them know I’m a ghost and thus heal super fast”.
Lewis comes back in and pulls a stool over by Danny. Anne looks at him slightly unimpressed, “do I want to know? Or is this a plausible deniability thing?”.
Danny sighs and leans back wistfully as Lewis removes the second wrist/hand brace, “I wish more people didn’t question my crap and just wrote it off as ‘I probably shouldn’t know’”.
Anne levels him with a slight glare, “Eddie knows not to abuse it, you should know that too. Especially since it’s clear you’re going to be close with and involved with my family. Eddie’s an asshole but he only keeps the highly legally questionable actions to himself”.
Danny gives a bit of a shit-eating grin, “my existence is highly legally and logically questionable”.
“Does it involve murder? No? Then I want to hear it”.
Danny rolls his eyes, “most ghosties didn’t die pleasantly so technically.....”.
Lewis looks at Danny with a slightly unimpressed glare, “considering what little you have said of the how, I don’t believe murdered applies to you”.
Danny points at Lewis after slipping off the torso brace, “at the very least it’s negligent homicide. Because seriously? who leaves a secondary on switch inside an inter-dimensional portal and forgets about it. And who dares someone to walk inside it?”.
Lewis points at him, “and who willing does it? Also, I need this suit off”.
Debating who’s at fault and the definition of ‘the crime’ is pretty normal for Anne, just not usually debating it with the ‘victim’ when it’s about murder, “verbal dares can’t be reasonably proven and won’t hold up before any court of law. If you walked in of your own free will, likely aware of the fact that doing so was almost certainly unsafe, you’re the one who committed negligent homicide”, waving her hand around, “but no one’s going to charge the dead with their own death. If someone tries, then consider me your lawyer, because I absolutely want to be on that case”.
Danny blinks and starts laughing, unzipping and peeling off his suit and letting it float around his waist, simply phasing off the bandaging, “lady you do not want to be my lawyer. I’m pretty sure that wouldn’t even hold up in ghost court. Besides, I don’t care if I get charged with shit. I’ll just blow up the prison again. Or make time paradoxes so they can’t sentence me to destruction, again. But I’m a minor and it’s partly my parents' fault. Family house is a death trap. There’s probably a million cases of negligence to be made”.
Lewis, asking the thing that really matters as he inspects Danny’s skin, noting that it’s much colder now and the scars are barely visible, “you destroyed a prison? Why?”.
While Anne frowns tightly, that would be negligent if what killed him was just left around in the house unsecured. Definitely child endangerment as well. But he had made it clear enough that he doesn’t want them in trouble, “yes, that does change it a fair bit”, tilting her head, “though being a lawyer in ghost court would certainly be a new challenge”.
While Danny points at Lewis, “I’ve blown it up once or twice a year so far. The Warden hates me, so he gives me every charge he can think up. He’s made new rules on the spot to charge me with it. Last time he yelled the sentence I owed it was, like, over fifty thousand”, while Lewis just looks slightly impressed, Danny points at Anne, “ghost laws are probably both less and more complicated. Minora law, Majora law, the Seals, Commons Of The Deathless Unfades, Commons Of The Undead, the Kings Decrees, and The Law Of Ages”, shrugging, “ghosts are pretty lawless though, so unless you really fuck up, no one really gives a damn....except Walker, who’s that one Warden”.
Anne leans forward as Lewis finishes wrapping Danny’s arm, letting Danny lower his arm...well one anyway as he wraps the other, Anne inquiring, “is there books on these? Could you borrow them?”.
That was not what Danny was expecting, she really likes what she does, “Walker’s got his own special rule book, A.K.A. it’s not official at all. But yeah there’s books. Not for the Commons though, those are, like, forbidden knowledge for mortals; even many ghosts. And there isn’t any Kings Decrees right now”.
Lewis eyeballs Danny who blushes slightly, making it very obvious that these decrees were basically his to make. While Anne quints slightly, “why would law be forbidden? That is explicitly a disclosure violation”.
Danny shakes his head as Lewis goes about putting the braces back on, “Commons only apply to those specified. And they know about what they entail”, yawning again, course he knew what both Commons were about. Since ClockWork was an Unfade and Danny was an Undead.
The two adults shake their heads and basically carry the partly floating sleepy teen to the spare bedroom. Eddie wouldn’t mind and Vee would only bitch about the strangers' scent for a little bit. Anne nodding, “that’s a bit better then”.
Danny mumbles from the bed as Anne’s dragging Lewis off. “By the way doc? Tots forgot. Undead’s another term for halfa”.
Lewis crawls into bed seriously wondering what was in this special section of ghost law -still pleasantly surprised that was a thing- that applied to Danny.
Anne wakes up that morning and walks out of the bedroom door, hearing someone going through the kitchen. Walking in cautiously only to see a black-haired teen inside one of the cupboards, watching as he sticks his head and one arm out, box of crackers in his mouth. “Who are you and why are you in my house?”.
“Yurf iimpif’d ve”, she stares him down so he spits out the box on the ground, “you invited me. Technically Lewis, but still”, before slipping out of the cupboard and grabbing the crackers.
It clicks pretty much as soon as she sees the kid has a black misty tail instead of legs; same as the ghost. Then mentally slapping herself for not recognising the face and hairstyle, “you’re the patient. You look very human for a ghost. You also still haven’t told me your name”.
“That’s me! And-”, Danny gets cut off by the microwave.
Microwave: “Crap fuck I think it work-oh bullshit you idiot, we’ve been trying for-no seriously I swore I heard him-oh that’s crap-I don’t care if it’s crap you better have found him-why does no one believe in me?-because you’re a fucking cree-hey! Look at me I’m glori-more like dead, I will personally shove my boot up your ass if y-oh I’d like to see you try! Go on! My ass is fucking wide-what the fuck is wrong with both of you? How bout I just start shooting stuff?-go right ahead fuck if I care-if you destroy Cheryl I will shank you with her corpse!-”.
Lewis walks in at this point looking like he slept hard yet was still impeccable, he grabs a coffee and just stares at the microwave.
Microwave: “-oh shove it you walking animal corpse garbage bag-no you shove it ya fucking lawnmower-I vote we feed both of you to the plant-she has better tastes than that-at least she enjoys some proper mea-HOW ABOUT YOU LOWJACK YOUR ASS OFF AND DO SOMETHING USEFUL-oh don’t you get smarmy with me, I fucking hijack shit-do I care? NO, just fucking-how about this you two colossal twats! YOU BETTER PICK UP OR ONE ABSOLUTELY DISGUSTING PIECE OF SHIT IS GOING TO JACK OFF YOUR ENTIRE HOUSE INTO THE SEA!-why the fuck would I do that to a house?-are you claiming to have even an ounce of standards?-”.
Danny lays on the floor and just starts wheezing and mutters, “how the fuck do you pick up a microwave call....”.
Lewis points his coffee cup rim at Danny, “I’m more curious about how they called a microwave”.
Anne shakes her head, “I’m just glad I’m a morning person”.
Microwave: “-oh GO EAT SOCK-wait shut the fuck up! I totally heard someone-of course you fucking did! You’re probably confusing some old lady!-”.
Anne, sounding almost offended, “I’m not that old”.
Microwave: “-oh fuck damn a lady! Hello-the fuck is wrong with you? We’re trying to make sure someone’s not fucking dead or some shit! She probably thinks you’re like twelve-he is twelve-oh fuck you! I could totally date an older woman!-so what I’m hearing is you’re twelve-FUCK OFF AND EAT A TEN FOOT SNOW MONSTER! IT FITS WITH YOUR STUPID DIET!-OH YOU WANNA GO THERE BLOODMOUTH! HOW ABOUT YOU FIND THE FIVE FOOT ONE FIRST!-”.
Danny wheezes but shouts at the microwave, “five foot four you asshole!”.
Microwave: “FUCK OFF DANNY THIS DOESN'T INVOLVE YO-DANNY!-ARE YOU OKAY! -DID YOU DIE!-IF YOU’RE BEING DISSECTED PLEASE DON’T SCREAM BY THE MIC!-WHAT THE FUCK TUCKER?!?-”.
Danny floats up and shouts right at the microwave, “SHUT THE FUCK UP! You’re confusing Doc and his lady!”.
Anne blinks, speaking into her hands, “confused might be understating it”.
Microwave: “Okay okay, shhhh shhhh, all o’ y’all shut up. Danny dude, you fucking asshole. Didn’t even fucking call. You better be fucking dying or I will personally finish what you started. Stitch and fucking ditch dude. Not cool. Now are you dying a horrible slow and painful death at the hands of a bunch of idiots that Sam will have to bludgeon to death?-bludgeon? Are you underestimating me? I will personally stuff their organs with bramble thorns, turn them into scarecrows and beat the others up with said scarecrows if those fuckers hurt hi-”.
Danny clears his throat, “not to get in the way of your dramatics Sam, but I’m fine. Am I not allowed to sleep?”.
Microwave: “USE LEWIS’S PHONE!”.
Lewis nods, “fair point”.
Danny sticks his arms out to the side, “I got distracted by politics!”.
Microwave: “Oh, that’s reasonable then. So you’re not being tortured or something?”.
Danny chuckles and shakes his head, “no Tuck, no I’m not”.
Microwave: “Oh good then. You, go tell his folks he’s fine and with doctor dude. Danny, you absolute asshole, Ancients are you lucky we were able to get your parents to not go on a search and destroy mission. They went to go see you, we went with ‘cause we knew shit was going down, and they actually saw those white-suit twats leaving with the big ass transport truck. They nearly nuked them on the spot. Your dad can be terrifying”.
Danny rubs his neck, of course this had caused even more problems. But yeah, he probably should have called someone. Well at least no one had gotten hurt and the reminder that they would assault the government for him was rather heartwarming. “Thanks guys, that must have been a bi-”.
Microwave: “DANNY SWEETIE! Are you alright!”.
Danny chuckles slightly, “I’m fine mom”.
Anne is extremely confused at this point. Danny was a ghost and was apparently still ‘living’ with his living family? And why were the teens she’s assuming are his friends asking if he’s dead or dying? Ghost does mean dead, Danny had already confirmed he was dead. Inside jokes possibly? Or, Danny could look completely ‘alive’ so maybe they didn’t even know?
While Lewis walks closer to the microwave, this is definitely the strangest house call he’s ever been involved in, “he’s perfectly fine Maddie. He spent the night in my and my wife’s spare bedroom. I apologise for not informing you but it was special circumstances”.
Microwave: “oh don’t worry about that, we get it. So long as Danny-boy’s alright!-but what about his injuries? He can’t go back to the hospital with those men there”.
Lewis taps his chin, “well, the best option would be to have Danny here go home and I’ll deal with the hospital before taking him over. That way he isn’t without a skilled doctor. My place is impressively well equipped, So he’ll be fine here in the meantime”.
Microwave: “Yes that should work fine, thank you Dan. We’ll give you back to your friends sweetie-so we can get your things ready!”.
Danny groans quietly, seriously hoping they didn’t do anything to his room. There was more than a few questionable things in there, especially in the walls and floor.
Microwave: “Alright you reckless idiot, it’s just me and Tuck now. Valerie’s off looking for asshole agents to shoot at-oh Danny dude, I took samples from the quote-unquote ‘rain’. Pretty nasty shit. Paraparetic properties, corrosive, toxic fumes, tranquillising properties. Just oof dude. And doctor dude, before you ask, yes I did have the other patients files and stuff, it’s in your pager-move aside Tucker, you better have some damn food Danny-”.
Lewis and Anne both gape slightly as the microwave pops open and an apple rolls out, Danny easily catching it and then pulling out what looks to be a pop or a milkshake in a fast food cup. Danny rolling his eyes as he puts it on the table, closing the door, “mother-henning me much? I’m sorry for worrying you guys okay? And I promise I’m a not any deader, just work on making sure my house is actually safe”.
Microwave: “done and done dude, you look after yourself for a change ya?-Danny? Are you dating Valerie again, cause you better fuckin-AND I’M HANGING UP!”. The microwave beeps and Danny can’t help but float towards the ground and laugh.
Danny floats up and leans against the counter and picks up the apple, pointing at Lewis, “hopefully an apple a day won’t keep this doctor away. Whatcha gonna tell whoever the Zone happens to be above you?”, taking a bite out of the apple.
Anne shakes her head, that was almost as confusing as when Vee starts talking in Eddie’s head in the middle of conversations. Getting up and heading to get dressed, “you’re stranger than just a ghost, aren’t you?”.
Danny glances at the microwave, fuck it, “half-ghost!”. Danny gives her points for not even pausing in her walking.
Taking another bite and looking to Lewis, pointing over his shoulder and swallowing, “she’s used to weird crap getting dropped out of nowhere huh?”.
Lewis nods, firmly more curious over the apple that’s leaving green smears on Danny’s face, “Vee’s very blunt and sometimes gives way too much detail. What kind of apple is that?”.
Danny takes a sip of what he knows is a milkshake...well, ectoshake, “ghost food. Zones gots its own flora, fauna, ecosystem, etcetera. Part of how my body works is absorbing free-floating ectoplasm and converting it into my own. Expelling used stuff as latent ectoplasm. Kinda like breathing. Human side lets me self produce though. But-”, holding up the apple, “-ectofood is like putting on an oxygen mask or getting a transfusion. That, and just tastes good”.
Danny’s a little concerned as Lewis leans over the ectoshake, “don’t drink that. You’ll hurt yourself”. Lewis waves him off, “corrosive, toxic, poisonous; I remember. I like my throat and stomach intact”.
Danny wipes his face and both turn, hearing Anne’s heels clicking on the floor. Danny shakes his head at the sharp pantsuit, “please tell me Eddie doesn’t also dress absurdly impeccably and put together? Cause I dress like I fished my clothing out of slightly bio-hazardous dumpsters and am usually basically swimming in my clothing”.
Anne laughs slightly while Lewis laughs more noticeably, Anne shaking her head, “Eddie and well-dressed don’t exist in the same dimension. He often wears the same clothing for days and his clothing is usually lifted off criminals. Vee is his clothing sometimes”. Lewis nods, speaking and pointing at Anne, “he looks more put together when Vee has literally dressed him”.
Danny sighs, firmly ignoring that this guy just wears his victims clothing. Chuckling a little awkwardly, “I wore the same shirt and pants for a year. Didn’t even notice for the first four months. Kinda busy being all kinda dead. Though they were washed. I just happen to have three different pairs of the same clothing. Well one got destroyed via impalement, way too much blood”.
Anne blinks, Eddie said that once about his hair when he got himself drenched once. Lewis was right, they had a lot in common. Nodding with a smile at Danny, “you’ll get along, be good for Eddie I hope”, patting Lewis’s shoulder before giving him a quick kiss, “smart man, see you later, Dan dear”.
“Always honey, enjoy your day”.
Danny suppresses a wince and continues with his food while Lewis waves at him, “I’m going to deal with the hospital”. Danny just chuckles and watches him go.
Danny sits watching tv and chipping away at the ectoshake, chuckling over how much more erratically his tail’s vibrating and wiggle when left to its own devices now. Ancients did it ever make it easy to tell how healthy he, particularly how healthy his ghost half, was. Curling the tip into his hand and giving it a good more awake look over, there was still tiny holes but they were pretty well done away with at this point. Definitely hurt a little, but for him that wasn’t really noticeable.
Putting down the shake and deciding to float around some, use up a bit of the excess ectoenergy. It was practically singing in his veins and peaking in on Lewis would just be a little too boring right now. That’s one aspect of being in a powerful position that Danny is pretty well not envious of; dealing with underlings, paperwork, and being the one at fault if shit goes south. Sure Danny already got blamed for just short of everything by many adults; Phantom and Fenton. But that wasn’t for, like, executive decisions or situations with many good choices. Most of Danny’s crap was either: protect and thusly deal with/get blamed for the fall out (poor grades, damages, skipped class, being noisy, anti-social, pissing off hunters in general) or let someone or something be genuinely harmed. Pretty easy obvious choice. One he knows he can’t really choose differently on, Obsession and all that. Leadership and powerful roles were less black and white.
Danny snickers and starts intangibly snooping through Lewis’s cupboards for weird foods or anything funny really. Only for a box of caramelised eel to fall through his head, “alright that’s pretty odd, at least it’s not, like, Venom’s leftovers or something”, Danny frowns, what would he do if he came across that? It’s not like he wouldn’t be able to tell, the smell would tip him off immediately. If it was just like....a chunk...he’d probably just stare at it and nope the fuck out, close the fridge or cupboard or whatever. Just firmly ignore it. But something like....a full-blown body?....he’d probably either freeze up or freak out. Or go really batshit. He’s never actually seen a dead body since the whole...Dan...thing. So it probably would not trigger good, kind, happy, parts of his brain. He imagines it would go one of two ways. Either it would bring out his inner Dan, which would be really bad. Or he’d go exactly the opposite, like when he actually dealt with him, protective and resolute. Which would be more likely, hopefully.
Lewis is firmly tickled pink, as far as his hospital was aware Danny had been transferred to Amity’s hospital. Which seems to have downright ridiculously horrible paperwork and systems for keeping track of patients; a lot of that actually seems to be Phantom’s fault because he just shows up with people randomly, even at two a.m.. People even seem to just leave without even bothering to check-out. That and apparently files get corrupted and possessed somewhat often. Lewis somehow doubts Danny and his friends are at fault for all of it. So no one will really raise any eyebrows at not being able to find Danny in the Amity hospital system. Even with Lewis still acting as his doctor and supposedly going between the two hospitals. Pushing his study door open, all that really mattered now was when Danny wanted to head home and watching out for those agents. Because, of course, if the same three agents spot him at the Fenton’s house it’ll tip them off.
Looking around the living-room, slightly surprised he’s not watching tv and resting like he should be. Walking into the kitchen and quirking an eyebrow over what he’s sure is part of Danny’s tail sticking out through the sink countertop; looks a bit like someone just left a sliced in half black circle on the counter, that moves. Which definitely reminds him of Vee, just seeing random bits of black something was pretty come-by. “What are you doing?”, walking over as the tail just moves through the countertop and slips fully through it like it’s not really there. Before Danny’s head just pokes up through it, “snooping, seeing some of the weird stuff people have in their house is interesting and a good way to find their suspicious shit”.
This just serves to remind Lewis just how paranoid Danny is, “well I wouldn’t recommend doing that at Eddie’s apartment. If those two have something hidden I’d rather it stay that way. Anyway, the hospital thinks you’re in Amity’s hospital. But your cities hospital has probably the worst systems I’ve ever seen, so you not actually being there won’t be noticed”.
If anything Danny’s actually more likely to look through their place, partly out of morbid curiosity and partly just out of needing to make sure there’s nothing bad. Shrugging and phasing out of the cupboards/sink, sitting on the countertop, “if you’re fine with possibly accidentally setting off a weapon or some other device, then snooping the Fenton household is really interesting even if you live there. But yeah, shouldn’t really snoop my room in truth. And you’re still going to be functionally moving in right? Cause if you now have to go through Amity’s hospital for approval, that’ll be a problem”.
Lewis pours himself some coffee, pushing a cup to Danny as well. It was fairly obvious why looking for hidden stuff where Eddie, or more specifically Vee, lived was probably a bad and unpleasant idea. There is no way either of them clean up everything, and he firmly doubts Vee doesn’t take home snacks; whether Eddie knows or not would be debatable. The only things Lewis can think Danny might hide would be stuff good for his ghost part, medical stuff, and maybe weapons. “What could be so bad in your room? Other than to your parents anyway. You are a teenager after all. And you do have a lot in common with Eddie, the things he hid from his, I don’t really wann-”.
Danny pulls a face and cuts him off, “Lewis! Ancients no! Even if I did hide or have whatever I think you happen to be implying -which I don’t, do you seriously think I have time or focus on that?- why I’d be concerned about that? My room’s probably a weapons and bio hazard”, shaking his head and glaring at Lewis’s smirk, “stop that you”, rolling his eyes at Lewis just smirking more, “ignoring your bullshit now. As I like to say, my room would make a crime-scene investigator cry, the cleanup crew might just quit outright”.
Lewis quirks an eyebrow, “okay, why? Also, why would it be a problem if I needed Amity’s hospitals' approval? I don’t, but curiosity”. Amity’s Hospital didn’t seem to have much in the way of actually followed rules and regulations. Sure his hospital was a little lenient, from what he’d research it seemed every hospital that dealt with Amity Parkers was, but his hospital was still much more likely to say no.
Danny chuckles, he’d almost like to see some poor out of town investigators go through his room with a fine-toothed comb, “I give myself and get medical treatment in my room Lewis, and I don’t have to worry about infections; so how clean my tools and supplies happens to be doesn’t really matter. If you pulled up my carpet and rung it out, it would bleed. And since I can phase through stuff-”, Danny sticks his cup through the wall and just leaves it in there, “-my walls and floor are my cabinets for everything really questionable or dangerous. I know for a fact there’s at least six bombs in the floor. Lots and lots of stolen property, powerful ghost artefacts. One of my walls is filled with blood and ‘plasm bags, if someone cut that wall open they would literally get a bloodbath”, taking his coffee out of the wall and sipping at it, “and because Amity’s hospital doesn’t allow anyone under their insurance to go inside FentonWorks. I’ve had the hospital head flat-out say he’d put me, as Phantom, on payroll purely to deal with them and their house. Because being dead apparently counts as a preexisting condition that makes me excluded from their insurance”.
Well, Lewis thinks, that’s one way to get out of covering employees; Anne would have a field day with that. And if Vee heard how Danny keeps his room, apparently anyway, they’d nag at Eddie over ‘why can’t we keep snacks in the walls? Eddie?!?’. Which is probably a conversation that would horrify both Eddie and Danny in two very different ways. “I’m going to guess you turned that offer down? And if I can handle being around Vee when they didn’t like me and saw me as the bad guy who attack them with the noisy death machine, I can handle the Fenton house”, pointing his cup at Danny, “and why did you do that to your room? As a doctor, especially your doctor, I definitely can’t approve of using dirty tools and just leaving your mess around”.
Danny rubs at his neck and glances at the clock, Lewis probably didn’t work till the afternoon, “death machine? Now it’s my turn to guess, they have a weakness like how anti-ecto stuff hurts me. And you’re damn right, I am on no one’s payroll”, rolling his eyes some, “and it’s either I leave it in my room, can’t go dumping samples from me anywhere, or I burn it. Once they get really bad, I always burn them. With ecto-fire to be specific. Also, I’m lazy where I can be, namely my own health”, pointing at the clock, “I’m guessing you don’t work till late?”.
Lewis shakes his head, at least Danny was honest, “correct, late shift today; and I’d say you should care about your health but that would be of as much use as a chocolate fireguard. Though you do have a point, considering your friends destroyed all your samples”, shaking his head with a slight smile, “your guess is right. Loud high pitched sounds and fire, so MRI’s aren’t such a good idea. Basically vibrated right out of Eddie’s skin, lots of screaming and what was basically a seizure”.
“Oof, sounds like how I died. ‘Cept even more screaming. Like, the entire Zone heard that shit. Also-”, Danny lifts up a finger and lets an ecto-flame burn above it, “-I can be a firebug. And yeah, I’m called a self-sacrificial fool for a reason. I’m durable enough to afford to be”.
Lewis shakes his head, just how many powers did Danny have? “Still should at least somewhat care about your own self. You better not set my friends on fire, and at this point, you might as well just give me a list of abilities instead of just dropping them one by one”.
Danny points at him and telekinetically brings over the rest of his ecto-shake, “they better not hurt my humans. And dude, I frequently forget my powers. That list will not be complete”.
Lewis isn’t sure if that’s worrying, impressive, or sad. Watching the floating drink and Danny drink from it without dropping eye-contact, “a list would still be nice and I won’t make promises for them but I genuinely believe they’ll behave”.
Danny grumbles, “they better”, before leaning back and shrugging, “yeah I guess randomly springing that, kind of lost the dramatic flare after the duplication stunt”.
“Yeah, not sure you could pull something more strange. At least Vee’s ability to make multiple heads out of Eddie doesn’t result in a whole nother separate body”.
Danny gives a devilish grin before opening his mouth and making an arm pop out and wave at Lewis before opening seventeen eyes all over it and making them strobe blue and green. Biting the arm off to dissipate into green fog, seeping into the skin on his face. Smirking at Lewis’s obviously restrained shock, “a lesson best remembered with me, never tempt or encourage body horror. I love that shit”.
Lewis blinks a few times, he’s both interested to see just how far or extreme Danny could take this and completely wanting to nope out of seeing that. “I am legitimately going to ask you to never give Vee ideas. They do enough weird shit to and with Eddie’s body. Can you just, replicate any part of your body anywhere and without limit?”.
Danny nods, “pretty much. But it uses up ectoplasm and I don’t have an endless supply of that. I think the most heads I’ve had at once was, like, thirty-two. I max out at four full duplicates. Duplicates take way more energy than just general body manipulation. I could pretty well just fill this room with random body parts via body manipulation”.
Okay Lewis does not need to see that, still extremely interested though. He won’t say no if Danny just does it or offers. He’s not going to make a request though. “So that’s body manipulation, duplication, intangibility, invisibility, transformation, levitation, pyrokinesis, healing factor, heightened durability, and heightened senses. You also said you had most of the same as my friends. So enhanced strength, speed, and just in general defying logic”.
Danny shakes his head, but chuckles, “Ancients fine, that’s not even half”, Lewis quirks an eyebrow as Danny just starts counting off on his fingers for added flare, “so to add on to what you listed. Everything’s ecto-energy in some way generally. Energy beams, blasts, discs, waves, balls, shields and constructs. Repulsion field and power absorption. Enhancement, as in I can increase my strength beyond its natural level. Electrocution and more general shapeshifting. Photokinesis, Ectokinesis and cryokinesis. Ghost sense and absolute dark vision. I learn super quick, about fourteen hours for new skills or languages. Immunity to some ghost attacks in general, and some anti-ghost stuff while human. Working on teleportation and portal creation, possibly a sleep ray”, Danny tilts his head, “um, oh right. Exorcism, as in I can tear a ghost out of someone; might be able to tear Vee out of Eddie like that actually. Overshadowing of people, technology, and dreams. Like, you know how Vee is basically inside of and able to control Eddie? Yeah that’s basically overshadowing. Possessing someone or something”, chuckling, “could maybe possess Vee, who’s basically possessing Eddie. That would be a trip. And lastly, my sort of trump card power cause it’s super fucking strong. My Ghostly Wail, a super-sonic wail. If I really try I could take out entire cities with it”, shrugging and chuckling a bit awkwardly Lewis just staring at him with a slowly cooling coffee, “did warn ya and then there are the powers I had only temporarily. Weather manipulation and reality control. Oh, also had a time medallion fused in my chest for a while, which excluded me from time itself. By the by, reality control means I could basically do anything. Turned a lady into a duck, altered some people’s memories, altered time, turned a ghost back into a living person; probably a few other things that I don’t really remember”.
Lewis is honestly wondering if there’s anything Danny can’t do. “You have more power than any one person really should have”.
Danny chuckles and nods, “yeah, though many of my abilities are literally just general ghost shit. Every ghost can use body manipulation, invisibility, intangibility, flight, overshadowing, ecto-beams/blasts, shields, enhanced strength and speed and senses and healing, body manipulation, duplication, photokinesis and absolute dark vision. You just have to learn how. Most ghosts don’t learn how to do everything they’re capable of doing, I do because it always seems to wind up being needed”.
Lewis shakes his head, that was a bit ridiculous. Ghosts were absurdly powerful beings, “question, why haven’t ghosts just taken us over? Because that would be really easy to do”.
Danny chuckles, “four reasons: humans are seen by many as lesser and thus not worth the effort, have zero interest in the mortal world at all, getting into the mortal world is actually not that easy and ghost can’t actually stay, and lastly, ghosts like me exist to stop the ones that do want to or try to. But in the end, ghosts care about their Obsessions first and foremost, so unless their Obsession is something like ruling or humanity there’s no reason to want to take over mortals”.
Lewis shakes his head as he goes to get packed to take Danny home, “well that’s comforting, this sounds like a pretty good note to decide to get the probably disturbingly powerful being back to his home. Which I’ve honestly said to Eddie too, come to think of it”.
Danny chuckles as Lewis walks off, “well it's not hard to be more powerful than humans”, Lewis coming back in only a little bit later, “and yet we often come out on top. You seem more powerful than most ghosts, judging by all the fighting, yet you’re part human”.
Danny chuckles as he stretches out, slides off the stool, and floats over to the door; inspecting his tail a little as he goes, “being part mortal gives me a big leg up on other ghosts. Being part ghosts gives me a big leg up on other mortals. Also makes me a mortal with ghostly needs and instincts. And a ghost with mortal weaknesses”.
Lewis closes the car door and looks back to where it sounds like Danny sat in the back, “mortal weakness? Your humanness doesn’t seem to be a weakness”.
Danny rolls his eyes, “I can still die Lewis. I still age, still change”, popping into visibility and pointing at Lewis though laying across the backseat to be hidden, “dead ghosts ain’t meant to change at the base level. Halfas do. Not healthy”.
Lewis tilts his head as he gets up to highway speed, Danny had a good point in a sense, ghost were dead. Weren’t part of the living world and thus didn’t really have to deal with living stuff. But clearly they could be destroyed, which is basically dying. “Well shouldn’t ageing be good for you? Being stuck at fourteen seems pretty unpleasant. Ghosts can be destroyed too, that’s basically dying”.
Danny sighs slightly, yeah that would be pretty shit but what would he be like as an old man? Heck maybe he would stop ageing or changing at some point. Who fucking knows? Halfas were a new species, everything was debatable, unproven, yet to be seen. Didn’t help that the only other natural halfa was one nut short of a fruitcake; not to mention rather reclusive. Shrugging, “being an old man won’t change my Obsession. I’ll still be doing what I’m doing now, might be a little difficult to do that. Ehh, hard to say. The other is as old as my folks, he does fine. Okay, he does fine physically. Dying and destruction is odder for me than humans or ghosts. ‘Cause if my ghost’s destroyed then my human’s still here. My human dies then my ghost’s still here. No halfa ever has done either though so everything’s hypothetical. Might not even be possible without the halfs being torn apart first”, Danny shivers slightly, different train of thought, “ghosts that are five thousand years old are nearly no different in base form or personality than when they first formed. That’s part of how they have their spot and place in the Zone, that makes me uncertain, unreliable, and unpredictable to ghosts. And a ghosts base body, skin colour, ears, eyes, hair, yada yada, is pretty well part of who they are. Some look more mortal, some not at all. And while humans are really damn adaptable, there’s a limit to that. Which is why my teeth and face hurts sometimes”.
“Go to a dentist?”.
Danny screws up his face before pulling himself up and leaning on the centre console, pushing up his upper lip and extending his fangs. All four sets of them, which yes, are too damn big for his face, “I’ll getz rightz on thatz”.
Lewis glances at them and yeah okay, dentist would be a bad idea. Though he’s very curious what x-rays of Danny’s teeth would look like. Seems to be those fangs are just part of him, not body manipulation. So there must be pockets in his jaw and skull for them to slide in and out of. Not to mention specialised extra muscles. Yeah, that likely would be rather uncomfortable. Also very obvious Danny’s not used to them, “fair point, grow into them? Eddie and Vee can do a lot of weird stuff with Vee’s teeth, and Vee’s got an obscene amount of teeth. Their face is sixty percent teeth. Though if you’re basically transversing unknown territory then just roll with it. That’s basically what Eddie does, though maybe actually attempt to figure stuff out instead of just shrugging at it”.
Danny chuckles, “maybe I willz grow to fillz ‘em. Andz I’m from a family ofz zvientiztz, ofz courze I ztudy the changez”.
Lewis shakes his head with a slight smile as Danny basically stabs his lower lip and starts bleeding, hearing him groan in annoyance as they enter Amity Park. ‘A nice place to live’ seems a bit funny for it being the most haunted place in the world and who’s town icon -Phantom’s symbol is everywhere, the town clearly likes him more than he’s implied- literally does not live, to public knowledge. Speaking as Danny runs his tongue over his -fangs clearly retracted- teeth and lip, “maybe try talking with them more instead of ignoring them. And good, everyone should be familiar with their bodies. Also, your town loves you”.
Danny rolls his eyes and grumbles, “just because they have the symbol for a famous ghost around doesn’t mean they’re doing it for anything other than popularity and profit. I’m a staple of the town, being a staple doesn’t necessarily mean well-liked. Like rats in New York and-”, Danny cuts himself off at smelling bleach and glimpsing the bumper of a white car, promptly turning himself, Lewis, and the car invisible and intangible.
“No one puts rats on t-shirts and pins. Also, does your town have weird tingly air? Because something is off”, Lewis blinks, firmly caught off guard as another car's bumper just goes through his own. Looking to Danny who looks slightly mischievous but has a sharpness to his eyes and they’re darting around slightly, in a way that implied lots of practice at making it not noticeable that he was looking for threats. “What’s going on? You can transfer you powers?”. If Danny could push his powers onto other things that was a power in and of itself. Manipulating other things and people.
Danny sends out a duplicate through his tail to look from above, easily spotting the Agents. Doesn’t look to be the same ones as at the hospital and they look to be carrying around water guns. Which Danny’s going the bet his own eyeballs, are filled with that ‘rain’ liquid. Wonderful. Original Danny hisses, “G.I.W.”.
Lewis restrains a sigh, at least Danny noticed quickly; paranoid but usefully so. Having to make a damn point of not jerking from a car driving straight through him, Danny of course hardly seems to pay it any mind. Though being able to just run red lights gives him a bit of childish joy. Struggling to keep a smile off his face as he picks up speed and just goes through a building.
Original Danny glances at him and chuckles slightly, “usually I go around buildings. You know, for peoples privacy? But yes, my powers are pretty fun”. Before growling, snapping his head to the side, and squinting his now glowing green eyes; as the duplicate spots one agent spraying Elliot -why doesn’t that kid just move out?- in the face.
Lewis isn’t sure what’s going on, glimpsing Danny’s tail vibrating and lashing a bit aggressively; and him clearly in attack mode. Under an hour into being back in his own town and he’s already picking fights. He just can’t slow down, like Eddie. Which is honestly the scariest part about Eddie himself, combined with having functionally no restraints or very few personal limits. Looking around to see a Phantom duplicate zip over to somewhere and restraining another sigh, before blinking and spotting the FentonWorks sign and the UFO? Danny wasn’t kidding about the strange house. Promptly parking and clearing his throat at Danny, it takes a few times before Danny glances his very bright eyes at him, “we’re just gonna sit here till other you is done”. Danny rolls his eyes slightly but goes back to staring out the window.
Danny, meanwhile, is happy the liquid doesn’t seem to affect regular ecto-contaminated humans. But he still floats aggressively, and invisibly, behind the agents. While Elliot looks extremely done with everything, shaking his hands off and then tossing them up dramatically and walking off, grumbling about the dumb stupid pain in the fucking ass gov asshole pricks.
Danny, feeling a little vindictive and mischievous, makes a point of giving the agents the seemingly worst luck ever. Tripping them up, knocking stuff in front of them, whispering creepily at them, making random growling sounds from alleyways. One agent grumbling, “I hate dealing with damn ghost lairs. Too bad we can’t just blow the place”. Danny growls low at that and unintentionally changes the colour palette of the buildings and sidewalk to be darker and harsher shades. Both agents glare around and scoff, “you’re not going to chase us off, filthy lair”.
“Maybe it should!”.
Danny tilts his head up towards the voice and sighs slightly, seeing the red-eyed ‘Phantom’ Amorpho. Promptly zipping up to him and yanking him out of the way of the agents water guns as they shout, “Phantom! Give it up you filthy ecto-entity!”.
Danny pops into visibility with Amorpho a few blocks over, pointing at him, “you don’t want that water shit on you. Also, the fuck are you doing posing in-front of billboards and shit?”.
Amorpho blinks and transforms into his natural state, “you’re back! I’ve been having my fun, haven’t caused any issues for you, so who says it matters”.
Danny rolls his eyes but chuckles, “oh yes, who says it matters that you’re making a whole bunch of new weird stories about me. At least general confusion suits me, though I did ask you to stay out of my town. Though fine, thanks for covering my ass. That water will paralyse you and burn you, now I imagine that would get you stuck in whatever form”, Danny grins a bit cruelly knowing how much Amorpho hates that. While Amorpho jerks slightly, turning his head towards where the agents are, “thanks then, I’m going to make their day. In the bad way”, transforming into an agent and walking off with a cruel smirk.
Danny shakes his head, at least he could leave the agents to Amorpho to mess with, being distracting was basically the guys specialty. Flying off back into the car and being resorbed by the original.
Lewis shakes his head, as Danny just smirks more and leans back in the seat, “someone I've got a truce with is messing with them now. He’s a tricky fellow so I doubt they get him, he’s pretending to be an agent himself”, Danny shakes his head, “he’s actually been pretending to be Phantom while I’ve been gone. He’s a true shift-shaper, can look like anyone. Harmless though, just a prankster that likes attention. Also, we’re visible and everything again”. Lewis can’t even imagine all the ways that kind of power could cause harm and mass panic, seems like only the less harmful ghosts had all the more dangerous powers. “Before we head in, because I know you won’t talk about this around Jack and Maddie. Is there a reason it just seems to be good or neutral ghosts with stronger abilities?”.
Danny promptly shakes his head, “it only seems that way because all the powerful bad ghosts are locked up or sealed away, so they can’t do shit. Like Overgrowth? Control over all plant life and turns people into fertiliser. Massive death count, enslaved Amity once. Vortex? Compete weather control. Makes massive storms and shit. Caused the ice age. Aragon can turn into a dragon. Pariah is literally one of the most powerful there is and he’s an evil bastard. Oh, and Spectra, she makes people depressed. Massive death count for her too”, Danny shrugs and coils his tail up, turning it invisible and throws his -pretty well shredded- hoodie around his waist, “there are just enough good guys to keep the bad guys wrangled. Well okay, and the Observants deal with the really dangerous ones”.
Lewis shakes his head as he gets out of the car and opens the back door, seeing as Danny can’t be just floating in. Danny points at him, “you aren’t carrying me, my pride took enough of a hit yesterday. And I can’t just ride piggyback cause with how injured I’m supposed to be that would be very suspicious”. Lewis raises an eyebrow, “you have pride?”. Danny flips him off for that, “all ghosts do. Prideful things by nature”.
“Huh, well I did not bring a wheelchair. Would Jack and Maddie have something?”.
Danny blinks at him a few times before laughing and nodding his head, “they always have something, they built a hoverboard I believe”.
Lewis is just going to assume hoverboards are basically commonplace here, as he knocks on the door.
To say Jack and Maddie have been busy would be a bit of an understatement. They’d like to say the first thing they did was start on legs and perfect them, but how could they? Having to face that fact, just accept what their boy had lost so quickly? No, but cleaning, organising, and getting to work on deconstructing bits from the first Spector Speeder for a little hover-board? That was easy enough, distraction enough. The house was probably the cleanest it had ever been, especially after finding out Dan would be coming to stay for a while. Finding out Danny would be coming home even sooner really made them stop and acknowledge that they needed to genuinely start building. Of course they both already had ideas, and had started building a little, but really hearing Danny actually eager to hear about them was the real kick in the butt they needed to build with wild abandon. But it wasn’t exactly going smoothly. Building actual robotic legs that could pass as normal legs, rather than an exoskeleton of sorts was a fair bit more difficult. Of course they needed neuroreceptors and the base shape and systems, all that they could build easily. But Danny was rather lean and short, there wasn’t a whole lot of room to work with. And they only wanted legs, no further areas of a full-body suit for space or support. And of course, they absolutely had to be able to work long term and completely safely. There were to be no running off of Danny’s life force or draining any substantial amount of his ectoplasm. The less he has to act as a battery the better.
So as it stands they had basic prototypes, and they were fully intending to ask Danny if he wanted them to bring them in for him to look at, try on, and help troubleshoot; when the G.I.W. situation had gone down. To say they were pissed at G.I.W. was another definite understatement. The absolute only reasons they didn’t hunt those men down or bust into that transport vehicle was Jazz and Sam pointing out how suspicious that would seem and Tuck assuring them that Danny was not in G.I.W. custody. The final nail in the coffin for them turning around to go back home and just wait, was Jazz somewhat sheepishly admitting to them that she had told Dan about the G.I.W. and that Danny actually dealt with them coming after him before. Because that meant Danny had a plan for this and Dan was smart. Not to mention, they knew from growing up with him that he had zero qualms over forgoing rules or normalcy. Even they acknowledged Dan was a bit strange, more so than them. They had strange interests and were both very intense and unapologetic about everything. Dan was strange on the very base fundamental level, so everything about him was at least a little off. But that was exactly why he fit and flowed well with them.
So they trusted their boy and put some faith in an old friend. Which thankfully paid off, even if that meant Danny coming home way sooner and functionally sent them into a bit of a frenzy. They couldn’t just have prototypes and ‘leg’ bits around, certainly that would be unpleasant for Danny right? And they couldn’t have Dan thinking the house was unsafe. Though they agreed to leave both children’s rooms be, the last thing they wanted to do was make Danny uncomfortable by going through his stuff or changing his area. Jazz would likely go on about how rooms were comfort zones and safe havens.
So they were a bit frazzled when that knock they had been nervously waiting for finally came. Maddie quickly fixing her hair as she opens the door to see Dan, “Dan, is he fine? Where’s Danny?”. Lewis puts up his hands and makes pacifying motions, “he’s fine, he’s fine”. While Maddie sticks her head out the door, spotting Danny sitting in the car. Seeing him in braces instead of casts feels like a breath of fresh air laced with gold, “DANNY!”.
Danny rubs his neck a bit awkwardly, partly because he didn’t have a full range of motion and partly because he hated worrying people, while Maddie runs over to him and squats down. Squeezing his shoulder before pulling him in for an almost tight hug, making sure not to pull him off the seat though, “oh sweetie, I’m glad those men didn't get to do anything”.
Danny’s not about to tell her that they did hurt him, but he does glance around with a cautious eye, “yeah, they’re pricks, aren’t they? They’re also in town, so let’s party over tripping up government dogs inside”. This instantly gets Maddie to snap up and look around, no way does she want to try picking Danny up. Not yet. Thankfully Jack, the dear, was thinking ahead; coming out with the little circular hover cushion with cushion walls around it, looking like a bowl. Course it also had a control panel, pop out trays, pop open cubby holes, etcetera.
Both Danny and Lewis resist chuckling or snorting at the device. Though Danny takes it and, with the kind of ease that comes from being overly familiar with how his parents build stuff, operates it easily. Lewis quietly muttering, “well shit”, the thing genuinely hovers and quietly too.
Jack and Maddie both beam as Danny just easily hovers himself inside and does a little twirl in the air. Jazz snickering from the hallway stairs. Patting the puffy thing after walking up, looking Danny over and nodding slightly, “you seem better, no more stiff casts”.
Danny smiles and makes a point of stretching out some, “oh it is much better, I have fingers again. Stick fingers, but fingers”. Bending his right fingers at her the little that he actually can. Which she giggles and shakes her head over.
Lewis looks at Maddie as she leans towards him, “is he really okay enough to be out of casts?”. Lewis nods, a normal person would definitely not be...well, a normal person would just be flat-out dead. But he had to downplay the injuries, “he’s a tough kid. Lucky too. So he’s good, just needs to be monitored to make sure, and keep up with the wrappings. Though I have a shift soon, so I can’t stay long right now”.
Jack claps him on the shoulder though his smile looks a little empty, “that’s too bad! You could’ve helped set up the spare room!”. Lewis chuckles and shakes his head slightly, “I’m sure I would have loved that. Though don’t worry about that too much. I’m hardly the picky type”.
Danny smirks and glances up towards his room, his parents could give Lewis the strangest room ever and he’d probably be unfazed. Whispering at Jazz, “please tell me they didn’t raid my room?”, saying ‘cleaned up’ would be stretching it, since cleaning wasn’t often their thing. Plus, genuinely cleaning his room would probably take more than three days. Jazz giggles slightly, “no worries little brother. They did actually clean the house though”, smiling and side-eyeing her parents, “lab’s a bit messy of course”.
Danny groans quietly, “it’s covered in leg bits, isn't it?”. She just nods quickly while Lewis comes up and pats Danny’s shoulder.
Lewis eye-balls the hover cushion thing, “somehow, this is stranger”, shaking his head, “I’ll be around in the morning, try not to destroy your bandaging”. Danny smirks at him, “no promises”. Lewis shakes his head and waves over his shoulder as he takes his leave.
Danny hovers somewhat awkwardly, focusing on keeping his tail invisible -which doesn’t fit all that well in the little cushion contraption-, while his parents walk over to him. Jack patting him on the shoulder, “did you pull a good one over on those agents?”. Danny smirks and nods, “to my knowledge, they don’t even know I was ever there”. Jack beams over that, while Danny glances up to his room, “cool if I rub my face in my blankets?”, he was going to enjoy his bed tonight, after flying around his town with a fine eye. Any ghosties are were going to get their asses kicked with a passion.
They honestly don’t want to let him out of their sight but Jazz is giving them a bit of a glare, clearly saying they should give him space. Jack squeezes Danny’s shoulder slightly and nods, “glad to hear it and go ahead Danny-boy. I’m sure Mads will have supper ready in a bit!”. And Maddie kisses Danny on the cheek quickly, who blushes and bats her off weakly. Before promptly hovering up to his room.
Sticking his head in, Danny’s just damn glad his room looks exactly as it did before. Locking the door and promptly ditching the hover cushion, stretching his tail out and letting it wiggle all over the place; before just flopping onto his bed. Laying there realising that being gone for a while has rather resensitised him to all the scents he’d gotten used to over the past years. Grumbling, “oh man, I really do need to clean. Kinda smells like someone died and rolled in lemon acid”. Was he going to actually do it? Probably not. Give it a day or so and he’d be nose-blind again. Sighing happily into his blankets, hard to actually be comfortable with the braces on though. Turning his head to the side and staring out the window, he could wait till nightfall.
Jack and Maddie watch him head to his room with worry, Jazz rubbing her mom's arm, “he just needs some time to adjust and enjoy being home”, smiling at her dad, “you know how unpleasant hospitals can be”. Not to mention calming down from dealing with the G.I.W.
Jack shivers slightly, hospitals were so annoying to be stuck dealing with. Before looking to the lab door and smiling, “maybe testing things out will get him back into the swing of things!”, and bounding down the stairs. While Jazz shakes her head with a small smile, “give him some time at least!”.
Maddie gives Jazz a soft smile and kisses her head quickly, “oh he’ll be a while, no worries. I’ll get to work on a good supper”. Jazz, full well knowing Danny will be annoyed but he really should not be eating anything heavily seasoned or tough, “remember it should be simple and easy to digest”. Maddie blinks and nods, “right, of course, thanks Jazz”. Jazz just smiles and shakes her head slightly.
Danny’s just glad supper went normally, even if he’s sure the food was very intentionally ‘guy who just had surgery’ friendly. Now he’s just curled up in his blankets and staring at the window. No way his folks weren’t going to check in on him before they went to bed themselves. He honestly wanted them to hurry up on that and go to bed, so he can leave and have a night out on the town.
Not even ten minutes later he coils his tail up and flicks it out of visibility, as he smells his folks approaching the door. Flipping over to face the door as he hears his mom ask, “you up sweetie? Can we come in?”.
“Yeah, go ahead”, Danny would throw in a joke about not being able to get the door but that would technically be a lie and would probably be really insensitive.
Jack and Maddie come in and sit on Danny’s bed, it was strange and bit painful that doing so pulled the blankets down enough to make what’s missing rather noticeable. The two parents share a look before Maddie brushes Danny’s hair around some, speaking soft and kind, “now you know we’ve been working on legs for you. We’ve got good frameworks and systems started, though we haven’t really been able to solidify or start on the attachment zone. So we were wondering if it would be alright to see the work Dan did?”.
Danny makes a point not to wince, it was clear she was trying to be kind and gentle, even if the whole...Dan...name kind of ruined the attempted effect. All three glance down to Danny’s waist and ‘legs’, while Danny mentally debates what to do.
#Danny Phantom#phandom#crossover#venom#danny phantom focused#amputation#character injury#injury recovery#hospitalisation#angst#hurt/comfort#ectobiology#amity is dannys lair#giw#guys in white#dan lewis is a good dude#mentions of cannibalism#mentions of murder#danny fenton#dan lewis#valerie gray#Maddie Fenton#jack fenton#jazz fenton#anne weying#Tucker Foley#sam manson#fan fic#phanphic#have a fic suck my dick
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Thank you for tagging me in this very long get to know me tag, @gretavanyeeeeet ! I honestly love hearing my dumb ass talk so this works out! 🌠
1. What is your middle name?
Kathryn…shut up…
2. How old are you?
25
3. When is your birthday?
May 5th
4. What is your zodiac sign?
Taurus sun; Leo rising; Pisces moon (yes I need to tell you)
5. What is your favourite colour?
Any and all shades of green
6. What’s your lucky number?
?
7. Do you have any pets?
One very large black and white cat
8. Where are you from?
Upstate NY for life
9. How tall are you?
5'11″
10. What shoe size are you?
Just give me the clown shoes, I’m too tall for this shit
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?
I know it’s less than 10
12. What was your last dream about?
I was in these dark, lush woods with a rocky creek and this massive seal started to attack me
13. What talents do you have?
I write well; yearn even better. Also make really good omelettes.
14. Are you psychic in any way?
I’m very intuitive
15. Favourite song?
Too many to list. But I have been listening to “Burn The Witch” by Radiohead every day for over 3 years.
16. Favourite movie?
The Lord of the Rings
17. Who would be your ideal partner?
Danny Wagner. More seriously, someone who’s just as much of a lunatic as I am.
18. Do you want children?
Fuck right off
19. Do you want a church wedding?
N…o…
20. Are you religious?
Spiritual, yes, religious, no.
21. Have you ever been to the hospital?
No
22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?
Kind of…
23. Have you ever met any celebrities?
None! Well, I did meet Caesar Milan
24. Baths or showers?
Showers. Baths are boring.
25. What color socks are you wearing?
Black
26. Have you ever been famous?
I think I’d know
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?
Pass
28. What type of music do you like?
Many types of music, I don’t even know if I could narrow it down
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?
Yes, it was the middle of the night in a dark, mucky lake, so all of my worst fears at once
30. How many pillows do you sleep with?
2
31. What position do you usually sleep in?
Either on my side or on my stomach
32. How big is your house?
Small
33. What do you typically have for breakfast?
Eggs. Or Greek yogurt. I miss cereal.
34. Have you ever fired a gun?
BB guns
35. Have you ever tried archery?
No, but that would be fun
36. Favourite clean word?
I have many…one is “plume”
37. Favorite swear word?
“Shit yeah”
38. What’s the longest you’ve ever gone without sleep?
Like 36 hours?
39. Do you have any scars?
Yah
40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?
My tumblr secret admirer… 👀
41. Are you a good liar?
I am an awful liar, actually
42. Are you a good judge of character?
YUP it’s all that intuition
43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?
A really offensive Jersey accent
44. Do you have a strong accent?
I’ve been told my Rochester accent is disgusting so, yes, but I like it.
45. What is your favourite accent?
Texas accents
46. What is your personality type?
Lunatic
47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?
It literally might be the 50 dollar sweater I just bought. I don’t live luxuriously.
48. Can you curl your tongue?
No
49. Are you an innie or an outie?
Ew?
50. Left or right-handed?
Right
51. Are you scared of spiders?
It depends, but I’ve had to get rid of many for other people more afraid of them than me
52. Favourite food?
Garbage plates & cake. Because I am garbage
53. Favourite foreign food?
Indian food
54. Are you a clean or messy person?
Somewhere in the middle. I don’t mind certain messes in my own personal space but in any communal space, things better be clean.
55. Most used phrase?
I feel like there are so many…perhaps “oh my gosh” or “get out”
56. Most used word?
I’ll try to keep better track of this
57. How long does it take for you to get ready?
I like to be leisurely, so I have myself 2 hours each morning, but the actual “Getting ready” process is probably 35 minutes
58. Do you have much of an ego?
Kind of, but it doesn’t take a lot to make it waver
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?
Who bites them?
60. Do you talk to yourself?
Someone has to
61. Do you sing to yourself?
Sometimes
62. Are you a good singer?
Nahh
63. Biggest Fear?
Losing control; death
64. Are you a gossip?
I know like 3 people
65. Best dramatic movie you’ve seen?
Moonlight
66. Do you like long or short hair?
Any hair
67. Can you name all 50 states of America?
It would take me a minute
68. Favourite school subject?
English
69. Extrovert or Introvert?
In the middle
70. Have you ever been scuba diving?
PAss
71. What makes you nervous?
Literally everything
72. Are you scared of the dark?
Yes. Shut up
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?
It depends. Is it part of my job? Then sure. But sometimes I make unnecessary things into my job
74. Are you ticklish?
Yes
75. Have you ever started a rumour?
I hope not
76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?
Not a real one
77. Have you ever drank underage?
Yes
78. Have you ever done drugs?
Yee
79. Who was your first real crush?
This kid I went to school with, Aaron. This was in kindergarten but it lasted a long ass time.
80. How many piercings do you have?
10
81. Can you roll your R’s?
No
82. How fast can you type?
Super fast
83. How fast can you run?
PRetty fast, I have long legs and lots of anger
84. What colour is your hair?
Naturally it’s a dirty blonde, it’s been teal-ish for 5 years now.
85. What color is your eyes?
Green-grey
86. What are you allergic to?
So many things outside, which is ironic because I spend all the time I can outside
87. Do you keep a journal?
I have a notebook for ideas and to do lists but no journal
88. What do your parents do?
Tolerate me
89. Do you like your age?
Yeah, 25 has been a great year
90. What makes you angry?
A lot of things
91. Do you like your own name?
Yes!
92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?
Get off my property, thanks
93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?
Bye
94. What are you strengths?
Physically I am quite strong, so there’s that. Again, I’m pretty sure I could pick Josh up and carry him around without much issue.
95. What are your weaknesses?
I’m stubborn and can be very defiant
96. How did you get your name?
My mom liked it because she follows the royal family and there is a princess named Zara
97. Were your ancestors royalty?
Despite my name, no. I’m peasant blood. Well–neanderthal blood
98. Do you have any scars?
…
99. Colour of your bedspread?
Black
100. Colour of your room?
Minty seafoam green
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Inhuman Changes
Phandom Phic Phight Entry #4 striking back with a prompt by @marshmallowmayhem - Danny realises that the more he uses his ghost powers the less human he becomes.
#TeamGhost team leader @ibelieveinahappilyeverafter
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Mystified by the reflection staring back at him, Danny tentatively runs his fingers through the hair behind his ear and does his best not to hyperventilate. He’s doing well actually, surprisingly well. His breaths are slow and somehow also shallow. The ghostly teen tries not to think too hard about what that means.
When did this start anyway? How had he not even noticed until now? The changes must have been oh so small, so gradual. He hadn’t had a second thought about it until now. Looking back, he can start to see them building up, his tongue feels heavy.
His parents were often busy when he was younger and Jazz was kind of an annoying know-it-all, well, that’s still true. Point is, he had always been a quiet child when he wasn’t around his friends. At some point more recently though, he’d started getting even quieter. It was a conscious choice at first, he kept slipping into ghost-speak accidentally and had thought that just not talking all together was probably safer. He started gesturing more to compensate. He doubted anyone at Casper noticed, the teens had no reason to give him a second glance and he wasn’t going to give them one.
His reluctance to use language altered the ways he expressed himself though. One day, Dash knocked Tucker’s PDA out of the boy’s hand, smashing the screen. Ordinarily, Danny would’ve defended his best friend and offered comforting words. He thought he’d simply glared at the blond in response. Sam laughed at him later on, fully convinced that she had heard him hissing at the bully.
He overheard the A-listers talking another time, about how Fenton was creeping them out again. Apparently he’d been stock still and staring at them with “stupidly wide, bright, curious eyes” during class. He’d just quirked a doubtful eyebrow and moved on. His gaze had been unmoving, they’d said, he was probably just daydreaming or had fallen asleep with his eyes open. He didn’t think he had accidentally caused them to have an ominous glow. What was their problem?
One night he’d had a nasty run-in with Nocturne. He wasn’t scared though, not that there’d be anything wrong with it if he was, but he was fine. The ghost boy was half asleep when he got back to Fenton works. Drowsily following the neon lights to home, he’d ended up phasing through Jazz’s window instead. His sister was already sleeping, because, y'know, she has her life together. Her bed was absolutely strewn with pillows, all different sizes and textures. Who even needs that many? At the time though, it looked so cosy. His bed was so far away and would be so cold in comparison. He always had a chill catch up to his human form whenever he used his ice powers.
Jazz was always telling him she was there for him. Surely, she wouldn’t mind if he just- the blankets looked so fuzzy and there was plenty of room for him. Maybe he could guard her? Make sure she didn’t die suddenly in the night?
Ever since he’d taken to fighting ghosts, he never got as much sleep as he’d like. He’d always end up napping at his desk at midday when the sun fluttered through the classroom windows and made the wood so comfortably warm. So, maybe he had curled up into a ball amongst his sister’s pillows one night. She didn’t mind. Told him she’s happy for him to do so in future. She foolishly said he looked cute the next morning, which lead to him denying it had ever happened or would ever happen again. He huffed. He’s not a baby and he’s not cute. Stupid big sister.
The Fentons were always inventing new things. Usually they’d confine it to the lab but whenever that room overflowed with their junk they’d end up moving to the kitchen. It had happened again a week or so ago. Danny went into the kitchen for a snack and saw some giant metallic… thing gently and ornately laid out on the table. The kitchen was deserted of life, still, the ghost boy remained cautious as he padded over to it. He didn’t recognise the invention. Part of the device was hovering just over the edge of the table. It looked shiny and had this incredibly distinctive aura that almost yelled “Do Not Touch”. What else is a halfa to do? It felt like his hand was moving on its own, approaching the other end of the device. Danny wasn’t breathing. Eyes wide, shifting rapidly between the contraption and the door to the lab. His ears rang in the silence, which he ended by letting loose a low growl. A crash sounded throughout the house as the Fenton turned tail and ran from the destruction he had caused. Don’t have to learn what new ghost hunting tech does if gravity smashes it before it can be used on you.
Yesterday was when he first noticed a physical change in himself. His fingernails had seemed longer and sharper. He didn’t think twice about it, though. Everyone’s nails grow, it didn’t even cross his mind that his specifically were more claw like. That is, not until a zombie-like spirit lurched through the floor in the changing room. It somehow surpassed his ghost sense, maybe it was too dead, or so un-dead that it wasn’t dead enough to activate it. Either way he reflexively found himself on Tuckers back, his claw like fingers tore through the human’s gym shirt. The halfa paid it no notice, too busy glaring a hole into the ceiling the spectre had phased through, from his perch behind his friend’s shoulder. Noise bubbled in his throat, daring the spirit to come back and try that again. In the end, he had to have his attention broken and be coaxed down from his spot, to the hilarity of everyone else in the room.
Now here he is. Back at school. Wearing a beanie in April, in hopes of hiding one of the new inhuman differences in his appearance that he found in a mirror that morning. Jaw clenching, he heads to his locker to meet his friends.
“Nice hat.” Sam snorts when she catches sight of him, Tucker turns and holds in a confused giggle at the sight of Danny’s deadpan face. “Cold getting to ya, ghost boy?”
In response Danny just leans against the lockers, crossing his arms and pointedly keeping his head down. Sam and Tucker share a look.
“Hey, what’s wrong?”
He raises a fist to his mouth, keeping his fingers tucked in and out of sight.
“I’m really worried guys.” He sighs and continues, “a-about how human I am.” He mumbles into his hand.
Sam scans the area and tentatively takes a step towards him, slowly moving his hat upwards until she can see what he’s covering.
“Oh wow.”
“Can I touch it?” Tucker voices from behind her.
“What? No.” Danny bats Sam’s hand away with the one he was using to hide his mouth.
“Wait. No way.” The goth whispers in awe as she reaches back towards his face. Danny simply leans away from her fingers while Tucker flanks his other side. “That’s not fair! How come you got to grow fangs before I did?”
“Sam.” Danny grinds out, “shut u- Hey! I said you couldn’t touch them.” He slaps his hands over his ears as Tucker rubs his fingers in disbelief.
“Oh my god, they’re real. How did this happen?”
“I don’t know! I just, woke up like this.” He finishes in a hushed voice.
“You just woke up with pointed ears and fangs? Did a vampire bite you in the night?”
“Uh, I sure hope not. I’m dead enough thanks. Are vampires even real?”
Sam shrugs, “Ghosts are. Vlad is.”
Grabbing the edge of his beanie, Danny slowly pulled it over his whole face with a groan. When he speaks it’s muffled again.
“People are gonna start noticing that… I’m becoming less human.”
“Yeah, we thought so too, to be honest.” Tucker quirks a smile and lifts part of his jumper to show off the grazes on his back. “I wouldn’t worry about it though,” the teen continues, “people love cats.”
“That’s not funny.” He deadpans, lifting his beanie to glare at both of his friends for their traitorous laughter.
“D'aww, it’s okay.” Sam draws out the last word, bringing her fingers behind the boys ear to scratch at them.
He pouts at her, looking ready to spend the day sulking. A sound stirs from his chest causing the trio to freeze.
“Did you just purr?” Tucker asks.
“What the- no. That was my core. Oh, sue me. I’m content. Please just shut it.” They were quiet for a moment before he continues, “That doesn’t mean you have to stop…”
Sam grins and resumes petting the other-worldly boy. Leaning into her touch, his eyes flutter shut as he purrs again.
#phic phight#phic phight 19#phic phight 2019#teamghost#own post#owly writes#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#ficlet#it looks like angst but it isn't really! for once lmao
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hicsqueak. t. written for the #ww2018winterfluffevent (day eleven: snowed in...loosely)
if i were that kind of grateful (what would i try to say?) (11/31)
She wakes to something soft against her cheek, a gentle pressure on her shoulder. She still startles, unused to a presence when she opens her eyes, but relaxes when she sees a flash of bright pink.
Pippa.
The day comes back to her quickly, and her cheeks flush when she realizes she must have dozed off after slipping away. She doesn’t know how long she’s been, but it does seem darker outside, and she reaches for an explanation before she’s fully sat up.
“Don’t you dare,” Pippa interrupts, shifting to allow her space. “You went through quite the ordeal yesterday, and no one here cares that you took a cat nap.”
“It’s terribly rude—" she tries, but Pippa shakes her head.
“You fought a snow storm, Hecate, and almost lost,” Pippa reminds her. “And you used magic when you should be conserving it,” she says pointedly. “It’s no wonder you’re exhausted.”
“I’m fine,” she says automatically, and it’s partly true—she feels better than she had this morning, though not quite herself. Her magic is still weak, and it makes her nervous, feel useless and uncomfortable that she can’t even do simple things like transfer downstairs. She knows it’s temporary, but after what happened at Cackle’s a few years prior, it makes her anxious.
Whether Pippa’s picked up on it, she doesn’t know. They read each other better now than they have in decades, but there are still pieces missing—stories and explanations and behaviors picked up over the years.
Strangely, she hasn’t minded learning them. Even the things she doesn’t like, they make Pippa who she is now, bolder and braver and still unfailingly optimistic. And Hecate loves her. Always has, thinks, perhaps, she always will. Regardless of how Pippa feels.
She doubts, and yet, there’s a hand on her arm, and Pippa touches her often, smiles at her often, and the way she looked at her that morning, so soft…
Hecate clears her throat and tries to banish the image, doubts now is the time or the place, as Pippa saying, “Speaking of which, I...rather hope you don’t have any plans for the next few days.”
Hecate frowns. “What do you mean?”
Pippa looks apologetic. “According to the weather report, that storm isn’t going anywhere for a good while. We could be...we may have to stay here longer than we thought.”
“Oh.”
Pippa bites her lip. “I’m sorry, Hecate—I know you wanted some quiet time before the New Year, I—"
“You can hardly control the weather, Pippa, no matter how hard you try.”
She thinks of Pippa’s weather spell a few years back, the rain she drove away that came back brutal when she was gone.
“Still,” Pippa says. “It was my idea for you to come here.”
Hecate glances up at the slight tremor in Pippa’s voice, the uncertainty, surprised when she finds worry and guilt in her eyes, as if she’s forced Hecate to do something so terribly unforgivable as spend a few days longer with her than planned. It’s on the tip of her tongue to be sarcastic, to try to push away Pippa’s anxieties with her dry humor; but then she thinks about that morning again, and Pippa’s arm around her waist, holding her so closely, so tightly. Trying to keep her.
No one’s ever wanted to hold onto Hecate quite the same way, so she takes a small breath, says as honestly as she can,
“I’m glad to be here.”
It isn’t much, and she wishes she could say more, but Pippa’s eyes go wide and wet and she seems to understand, by her relieved grin.
“Well. Good,” she says, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, face slightly flushed, and Hecate marvels at that—that she can make Pippa fed such a way.
“I just came up to tell you supper’s ready if you want it. If you’d rather sleep, no one will mind.”
“Supper?”
Hecate glances out the window again, but the clouds make it difficult to tell the time.
Pippa smiles gently. “You were asleep for a few good hours.”
Hecate’s cheeks go red at the informality of it all, the presumptiveness, but Pippa waves her off again. “Mum made pudding, if that’ll entice you,” she says, “Just stay away from Danny’s soup,” she advises with a grin. “It may look the part but it’s guaranteed to taste like cardboard.”
Hecate rolls her eyes, following Pippa as she stands before realizing she’s still holding the sweater Marie made for her. A wave of emotions hit her again, too many to name, and she carefully folds it, sets it on the pillow, fingers lingering over the soft fabric.
Pippa says nothing, but takes her hand when she turns, and Hecate startles, looks down at their interlaced fingers. Pippa waits—for her to pull away, stammer, let go—but she doesn’t. Instead, Hecate curls her fingers back, and allows Pippa to lead her down the hall and stairs, only dropping away when they reach the kitchen.
“Miss Hardbroom! Miss Hardbroom!”
Hecate startles at Annabelle’s shout, the way she skids around the table and pulls up just short of crashing into her, shoving a sloppily made snowman biscuit in her face.
“I made this for you!”
Pippa stifles a snort and Hecate has to quell every instinct she has to tell the child to step away. Taking the treat gingerly, she nods. “I’ll save it for later,” she says, which seems to be enough for Annabelle, who skitters back to her father’s side nearly vibrating with energy.
Hecate raises an eyebrow at Pippa in question, and she laughs. “It’s an aunt’s given right to ply her nieces and nephews with sugar at Yule,” she says, and across the room, Daniel rolls his eyes.
“Is it going to be her given right to tire them out too?”
Pippa grins. “Not a chance.”
Her brother huffs, but continues stirring something on the stove as Annabelle dances around his feet.
Andrew, on the other hand, sits quietly on his grandfather's lap, thumb in his mouth, monkey under one arm.
Hecate stands awkwardly off to the side, unsure what to do, or how to integrate herself into the easy way the Pentangles move around each other. She’s unused to all the laughter, the kind teasing, the gentle and frequent touches.
It’s Marie who eventually saves her, motions her over and hands her a stack of plates and shows her where the silverware is, and even though she can’t—or shouldn’t—use magic, Hecate’s still relieved to have something productive to do. Something that makes her feel included, not like a strange, uncomfortable interloper the way she usually feels.
She’s careful with the plates, the fine China, relieved she’s gained more grace as she’s gotten older. Her sixteen year old self would certainly have dropped something, out of sheer nerves.
Still, Pippa makes it difficult to concentrate, brushing against her arm every so often, smiling at her from the other side of the table, touching her briefly. Everyone else gives her a small berth, and she’s grateful for it; but Pippa stays close, as she always does, and when she settles into the chair next to Hecate, their knees brush, and Hecate nearly bumps the table in her surprise.
Beside her, Pippa smirks, like she knows, and Hecate glares mildly.
Dinner passes in a whirl. Hecate still feels a bit off, a bit out, but the Pentangles seem to be trying their best to rope her into conversations. She tries to remain aloof, wary of showing any distaste for Daniel’s horrible taste in music or Pippa’s father’s modern ideas about medical magic. She holds her tongue, all too aware that people often find her insensitive, callous when she’s arguing a point, too passionate or too curt and disagreeable to other people’s opinions.
Normally she doesn’t quite care, but impressing Pippa’s family—or at the very least not offending them—feels more important than ever.
She’s concentrating so much on not outright scoffing at Daniel’s obsession with American warships that she startles when there’s a hand on her thigh under the table.
Hecate doesn’t want to think about what expressions she’s been making, certain she’s about to be reprimanded, but when she glances over Pippa is merely smirking.
“He gets like this every time,” Pippa says, leaning into her space. “I swear he can turn any conversation into one about the military. It’s almost a talent.”
“Men have no talents,” Hecate says before she can stop herself; but Pippa rolls her eyes, pointing a fork at her.
“I’ll remind you I have wonderful, extremely clever boys in my school.”
“For now,” Hecate allows. “I have to assume their intellectual promise wanes sometime after they graduate.”
“What makes you say that?”
Hecate gives her a pointed look, then glances over at her brother, who is currently trying to explain the difference between a frigate and a destroyer by constructing them out of mashed potatoes and bits of pork.
Pippa laughs. Bright and gleeful, she quickly covers her mouth with her hand, but Hecate bites down on her own smile, her pleasure at having elicited the sound.
“What’s so funny, you two?” Marie asks, and Pippa waves her off, shaking her head, even as she brushes her thumb over Hecate’s thigh, reminding her that she still hasn’t removed it.
Hecate flushes and stares at her plate, but no one says anything, and eventually she relaxes. Pippa’s touch stays until they all stand to clean up, though Pippa’s mother takes one look at the mess and says, “Sod this,” before magically clearing the table, putting the food in Tupperware, and washing the dishes in one wave of her hand.
The evening turns to board games, though Hecate abstains, content to sit near the fire and watch. Annabelle cheats constantly, which annoys her, but Daniel says nothing and the family go along with it. Pippa sits on the floor near Hecate’s feet, her back against her legs at times.
Her father, while still playing, drags Hecate into a mostly civil disagreement over the place of magic in genetic testing, and Marie seems occupied keeping Annabelle from throwing a fit when she loses.
It’s calm, and warm, and Hecate can’t remember feeling quite so at ease around people, even when Andrew who, up until now has all but ignored her, climbs up on the sofa and sits as close to her as he can, monkey in his lap. He doesn’t say anything—hasn’t said much at all all day, beyond a few questions and requests to be picked up or put down. But he seems content to sit next to Hecate and watch the game, or the fire, or simply stare at Hecate.
It unnerves her, at first, but she grows accustomed to it, enough so that, when he finally falls asleep, tilted sideways into her arm, she doesn’t mind.
Daniel puts him to bed shortly after, and it takes almost two hours to wrangle Annabelle into the bath and upstairs to her room. She’s grumpy from the game, and losing her sugar high, but Daniel seems nonplussed, and Hecate has to admire how even-tempered he is, when she knows her own nerves would be frayed.
It’s one of the reasons she’s never thought much about having kids of her own. She’s always felt her pupils were enough, the only connection she wanted. She isn’t sure that’s changed, but when she sees Pippa with her niece and nephew, sees Pippa with any kids at all, it tugs lose something buried, and she thinks, maybe someday .
Shoving the thought aside, she bids goodnight to Marie and Bernard before they disappear upstairs, leaving her and Pippa in the quiet living room.
Pippa resettles on the sofa next to her, summoning a blanket to throw over their legs.
“How long do you think the storm will last?” Pippa asks, and Hecate glances out the window.
It’s too black to see anything, however, but she can hear the soft whistle of wind against the glass, thinks of how bad it was just the day before.
“I don’t know,” she says. “Perhaps the weekend?”
Pippa nods. “Do you mind?”
Hecate glances at her, resists the urge to tuck her hair back from her cheek.
“No. Your family is…” She trails off, looking for the word, and Pippa forces a laugh.
“They’re a lot, I know. If you need a break—"
“I was going to say kind,” Hecate interrupts. “They’re very kind.”
Pippa’s expression brightens. “They adore you, you know.”
Hecate nods, but thinks that they don’t really know her, not yet. She’s tried to be good, to hold her tongue, to not make waves. She doesn’t know what happens when they find out other things about her—that she’s rude and abrasive and standoffish. That her patience runs thin. Doesn’t know what will happen when she finally snaps at Annabelle, or tells Daniel off for rambling too much. Doesn’t know what happens when they see all sides of her.
What usually happens, she assumes—they’ll change their minds, and Pippa will be forced to either defend their friendship or abandon it.
Hecate can’t say she would blame her, but it settles heavy in her chest, the knowledge that she won’t be good enough, not for Pippa.
That she never has been.
“Stop it,” Pippa murmurs, coveting Hecate’s hand with her own.
“Stop what?”
“I can practically hear your self-loathing,” Pippa says, pauses, then reaches out and cups Hecate’s cheek in her palm, makes her look up. “No one’s perfect, Hiccup,” she says softly. “And they know that. I know that.”
Hecate sighs, eyes slipping shut briefly. “There’s a difference between imperfection and…”
“And what?”
Hecate shrugs. “Me.”
Pippa shakes her head, thumb brushing over Hecate’s cheek. “My parents have always been very good at caring about the things I do,” she says softly. “They care about my school. They cared about horseback riding. They even cared about my brief and embarrassing stint into modern dance. They may not like everything about these things, but—" She clears her throat. “They care because I care.”
“It’s not the same, Pippa,” she says, almost a whisper. “I highly doubt horseback riding broke your—" She stops, unable to voice the thought, unsure whether it’s quite true, but she suspects.
Pippa smiles softly, indulgently. “No, you’re right. It didn’t. But...we’re not seventeen anymore, Hiccup. And hearts mend. And I…” She swallows, seems to steel herself before admitting, “I would risk a million broken hearts to have you in my life. In whatever way you want. I l—"
Hecate doesn’t let her finish. Can’t, not with her words ringing between her ears and her hand warm on her cheek and everything so soft and sweet and Pippa. She can’t bear to hear the words, so heavy in her voice, so she kisses her, leans forward and slides her hand around the back of her neck and kisses her.
It only takes a moment before she realizes what she’s done, before she tries to pull back and apologize but Pippa won’t let her, pulls her closer and opens her mouth and kisses her longer, harder, almost desperate.
Hecate sinks into her, closes her eyes and tries to believe that this is real.
She isn’t sure how long they stay so tightly pressed together, lips moving over lips, Pippa’s hands wandering up and down her spine. When they pull away, they’re both breathless, cheeks flushed and lips swollen and Pippa is beaming, eyes bright and a bit wet and she looks as though she might cry. Happy tears, but still, Hecate doesn’t want that; so she brushes her fingers over Pippa’s cheek, asks, with as much seriousness as she can muster in her breathlessness,
“Modern dance?”
Pippa laughs, shakes her head and cups Hecate’s cheeks in her palms.
“Shut up,” she whispers, and kisses her again.
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Oh god who are you? It's 1:30am! I'll do 100 questions for you, Anon1: 6 of the songs you listen to most?•The Curse of Curves - Cute is What We Aim For•Bang Bang - Green Day•Revolution Radio - Green Day• Family - Mother Mother• Summer Dress - July Talk• If U Seek Amy - Britney Spears2: If you could meet anyone on this earth, who would it be?Probably Dan/Phil3: Grab the book nearest to you, turn to page 23, give me line 17.'I am constantly torn between killing myself and killing everyone around me'-page 22 of Will Grayson Will Grayson bc page 21 only had 16 lines4: What do you think about most?How people see me 5: What does your latest text message from someone else say? Gn - the wise words of Ryley6: Do you sleep with or without clothes on?Depends lol7: What’s your strangest talent?well, for being 14 I can talk people out of suicide pretty well8: Girls… (finish the sentence); Boys… (finish the sentence)GIRLS LOVE GIRLS AND BOYSBoys can wear makeup too9: Ever had a poem or song written about you?yeah, multiple times, both songs and poems10: When is the last time you played the air guitar?like, a week ago11: Do you have any strange phobias?I bloody hate having my window exposed at night 12: Ever stuck a foreign object up your nose?yeah13: What’s your religion?I'm not religious 14: If you are outside, what are you most likely doing?probably making flower crowns15: Do you prefer to be behind the camera or in front of it?It depends16: Simple but extremely complex. Favorite band?OH GOD NO I CAN'T17: What was the last lie you told?I told someone I was okay18: Do you believe in karma?sort of19: What does your URL mean?It's my preferred name and the year I was born20: What is your greatest weakness; your greatest strength?I think my forgiveness is both21: Who is your celebrity crush?hmmm,,,,, I don't really have one22: Have you ever gone skinny dipping?yeah23: How do you vent your anger?I text a friend and rant 24: Do you have a collection of anything?yes25: Do you prefer talking on the phone or video chatting online?Video chats26: Are you happy with the person you’ve become?Well, the real me, yes. The me I present at home and school, no. 27: What’s a sound you hate; sound you love?My mother's voiceMy friends' voices28: What’s your biggest “what if”?What if everyone is just pretending to like me?29: Do you believe in ghosts? How about aliens?I'm not sure about ghosts, but aliens have to exist. 30: Stick your right arm out; what do you touch first? Do the same with your left arm.R- A wallL- my bookshelf31: Smell the air. What do you smell?Me. I smell me. I smell my room. 32: What’s the worst place you have ever been to?Home. 33: Choose: East Coast or West Coast?West because British Columbia 34: Most attractive singer of your opposite gender?OHGOD I CANT35: To you, what is the meaning of life?To be true to yourself36: Define Art.Anything you create37: Do you believe in luck?Yes38: What’s the weather like right now?Dark af, but mosty cool39: What time is it?1:36am40: Do you drive? If so, have you ever crashed?nah and nah 41: What was the last book you read?Carrie • Stephen King 42: Do you like the smell of gasoline?HELL YEAH43: Do you have any nicknames?Yep! Annie, Bean Stalk, Ann, Jo, Twinkie Jo, Daddy (my guy friends are wierd shush), Master (once again, my guy friends hate me) and Hoe44: What was the last film you saw?Rocky Horror Picture Show 45: What’s the worst injury you’ve ever had?Well, I had a soft palate cleft as a baby, but it wasn't as bad as the stuff you see on TV. Mine was just in the roof of my mouth46: Have you ever caught a butterfly?Yeppo47: Do you have any obsessions right now?nah48: What’s your sexual orientation?I don't label that. I like who I like when I like them.49: Ever had a rumour spread about you?oh hell yeah50: Do you believe in magic?Yes51: Do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?For a week or 2, then I get over it52: What is your astrological sign?Libra 53: Do you save money or spend it?Save54: What’s the last thing you purchased?Three Days Grace • Three Days Grace (CD)55: Love or lust?Love56: In a relationship?Nope57: How many relationships have you had?One, and he was a douche58: Can you touch your nose with your tongue?nah59: Where were you yesterday?In my room. 60: Is there anything pink within 10 feet of you?nope61: Are you wearing socks right now?its 1:43 am hell no62: What’s your favourite animal?cat63: What is your secret weapon to get someone to like you?Listen to them. Pay attention to them64: Where is your best friend?Calgary or like, some hard to spell state ( @unbuttered-toast help) 65: Give me your top 5 favourite blogs on Tumblr.@unbuttered-toast@nocturnal-spleen@dennys@psych2go@accio-shitpost66: What is your heritage?Uhm, like Ukrainian, Irish, English, round them parts67: What were you doing last night at 12AM?Talking to Roan68: What do you think is Satan’s last name?McBitch69: Be honest. Ever gotten yourself off?..yeah..70: Are you the kind of friend you would want to have as a friend?yes, ofc71: You are walking down the street on your way to work. There is a dog drowning in the canal on the side of the street. Your boss has told you if you are late one more time you get fired. What do you do?SAVE THE PUPPO 72: You are at the doctor’s office and she has just informed you that you have approximately one month to live. a) Do you tell anyone/everyone you are going to die? b) What do you do with your remaining days? c) Would you be afraid?a) yea ofcb) I'd be 100% mec) maybe. I don't know73: You can only have one of these things; trust or love.Love, bc trust is a part of love 74: What’s a song that always makes you happy when you hear it?The Danny Phantom theme. Shut up. 75: What are the last four digits in your cell phone number?451476: In your opinion, what makes a great relationship?TRuST and COMMuNICATION77: How can I win your heart?Be a decent human, ffs. 78: Can insanity bring on more creativity?Maybe. 79: What is the single best decision you have made in your life so far?Reaching out to people on here, bc ive made so many friends 80: What size shoes do you wear?Like, 5?81: What would you want to be written on your tombstone?You got what you wanted. Don't you dare cry now. 82: What is your favourite word?Trust83: Give me the first thing that comes to mind when you hear the word; heart.Love84: What is a saying you say a lot?SUck My ASs85: What’s the last song you listened to?The Curse of Curves • Cute is What We Aim For 86: Basic question; what’s your favourite colour/colours?Black, purple, silver, gold87: What is your current desktop picture?Literally its just black. Nothing else. Just black. 88: If you could press a button and make anyone in the world instantaneously explode, who would it be?Matt/Jaxon89: What would be a question you’d be afraid to tell the truth on?Who I really am, but only around my school peeps and relatives90: One night you wake up because you heard a noise. You turn on the light to find that you are surrounded by MUMMIES. The mummies aren’t really doing anything, they’re just standing around your bed. What do you do?Fucking kill myself before they can91: You accidentally eat some radioactive vegetables. They were good, and what’s even cooler is that they endow you with the super-power of your choice! What is that power?Mind reading92: You can re-live any point of time in your life. The time-span can only be a half-hour, though. What half-hour of your past would you like to experience again?That half hour at camp where we were all watching Up, and Roan and I were cuddling, Ty had my hand, and Lily was lying on my legs. That was a good half hour. 93: You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be?All the bad things that happen at home94: You have the opportunity to sleep with the music-celebrity of your choice. Who would it be?No one, they're all WAY older than me 95: You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere. You have to depart right now. Where are you gonna go?America to see my friends 96: Do you have any relatives in jail?Probably, its my fucking relatives97: Have you ever thrown up in the car?Yep98: Ever been on a plane?Nope99: If the whole world were listening to you right now, what would you say?FOR FUCKS SAKE LOVE EACH OTHER
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@missmendelsohn did it, and I just woke up and need to do something unproductive, so here I am !
1. What is your nickname? Swannou, Swanny. Pretty classics after Swann, I guess. Little Shit, too (kinda relate to this one a bit too much).
2. How old are you? 23 in 6 days.
3. What is your birth month? June baby.
4. What is your zodiac sign? Gemini (the best, fight me on this).
5. What is your favorite color? Purple. Sexiest color ever.
6. What’s your lucky number? 8.
7. Do you have any pets? Yes. I kinda have a cat at my mother’s, a cat at my father’s, but mostly I have MY cat living with me and she’s the best. (Brb, I need to cuddle her now.)
8. Where are you from? Paris, France.
9. How tall are you? 5′5″
10. What shoe size are you? 7. I have very long feet ahah.
11. How many pairs of shoes do you own? In my living flat I have three. But in total I have... like eight ?
12. Are you random? Totally. I’m random and chaotic. You never know what’s going to happen in my brain. Hell, I don’t even know.
13. Last person you texted? A friend.
14. Are you psychic in any way? I don’t know how to answer to this one. It may seem that my grand mother has some weird powers or I don’t know, and it runs in our family, but I never believed in those things. Though I’m a really intuitive person.
15. Last TV show watched? Law and Order: Svu & Friends. Yes at the same time. I can stare at pretty ADA Barba, and relax with Friends when SVU is too hard.
16. Favorite movie? Reservoir Dogs by Quentin Tarantino.
17. Favorite show from your childhood? I’d say... Les mystérieuses cités d’or, I don’t know the title in English.
18. Do you want children? Nah. Already have my little sister and my little brother, I’m fine. (But I’ve already have my kids’ names, so… you never know !)
19. Do you want a church wedding? Nope nope. I don’t want a wedding at all, and even less a church one.
20. What is your religion? None.
21. Have you ever been to the hospital? Too many times for my liking. I hate hospitals.
22. Have you ever gotten in trouble with the law? Tricky question ! It seems that I’ve trouble doing legal stuff, but funny enough I’ve never been arrested. I’m a white female who’s cute, I’m okay with the cops.
23. How is life? Life is a bitch. Queen of the bitches.
24. Baths or showers? Showers in a daily basis, but I need a bath once in awhile.
25. What color socks are you wearing? One is blue and the other is purple. Because my socks are orphan and almost never match.
26. Have you ever been famous? I’m famous in my head, does it count ? But I was pretty popular in school.
27. Would you like to be a big celebrity? As I want to work in the cinema area, it’d be great please.
28. What type of music do you like? I’ve been raised with rock and punk. I also like alternative, pop, blues, jazz, electro, dubstep. I’m kinda open to anything (but I have a hard time with rap and reggae).
29. Have you ever been skinny dipping? Yeeees. It’s the best !
30. How many pillows do you sleep with? 6 ahahah. But it’s too many for me, I just use 2.
31. What position do you usually sleep in? I really don’t know. I’m too knackered when I fall asleep to notice.
32. How big is your house? Very very small. I don’t know how we manage to live at three in this.
33. What do you typically have for breakfast? Nothing. I’m sleeping for breakfast, and I’m too poor to eat (I swear it’s true, I eat once every two days, I’m starving please help).
34. Have you ever left the country? Yup.
35. Have you ever tried archery? Yup again.
36. Do you like anyone? Hmm. I don’t know ? I have some crushes, but liking really strong anyone, I don’t think so.
37. Favorite swear word? I’m a very vulgar person (and I use fancy words at the same time). Putain (the f-word in French) is kinda an easy one. My favorite is maybe “nique ta mère la pute” (please don’t try to translate this one). And I get pretty inventive like “bordel de cul de nouilles” (this one is more funny than very vulgar) or “oh bordel ta grand-mère en string de guerre sur qui je fais du rodéo” when I hurt myself (this one is absurd too).
38. When do you fall asleep? Between 3am and 6am. I don’t know what’s wrong with me.
39. Do you have any scars? Many.
40. Sexual orientation? Bisexual.
41. Are you a good liar? It really depends on the situation, but I can be. I’m good at inventing believable stories, but my eyes are too expressive.
42. What languages would you like to learn? Spanish.
43. Top 10 songs?
44. Do you like your country? Yes and no. Paris is a beautiful city, can’t deny that. But I want to get out of here.
45. Do you have friends on the web? Oh yes. FRIENDS EVERYWHERE MY FRIEND.
46. What is your personality type? ENTP and ENFP, it changes when I do the test several times.
47. Hogwarts house? Gryffondor, and so proud of it !!
48. Can you curl your tongue? No, and I’m very complexed about it ahah (no it’s not true).
49. Pick one fictional character you can relate to. Danny Rayburn, hands up. For so so so many reasons.
50. Left or right handed? Both eheheh, I write with the left, but also can write with the right. And I almost everything with both.
51. Are you scared of spiders? Spiders are my friends.
52. Favorite food? Humans. Soup and ham.
53. Favorite foreign food? I’d say vietnamese food, but I’ve been raised with asian food (as my father is Cambodian).
54. Are you a clean or messy person? Most a clean than messy, even if I can be lazy and just do nothing. But my roommates are very messy, so it’s a messy place.
55. If you could switch your gender for a day, what would you do? Ahahah I would so do the helicopter dick. But I wouldn’t do anything different from what I usually do. I’m a woman, and proud of it, but I relate more to a man. Idk, it’s weird.
56. What color underwear? My boxers are currently the American flag, so blue and red and white.
57. How long does it take for you to get ready? 20 minutes, with a shower.
58. Do you have much of an ego? Oh yes... I don’t think I’m arrogant or what, but I have a big ego.
59. Do you suck or bite lollipops? I don’t suck or bite lollipops, unless I’m trying to tease someone.
60. Do you talk to yourself? No I don’t.
61. Do you sing to yourself? When there’s music playing.
62. Are you a good singer? SKIP THIS ONE. NO. I’M AWFUL.
63. Biggest fears? Slug, pregnant women (I know it’s weird, but have you seen Alien ? okay), and being abandoned.
64. Are you a gossip? A few years ago people gossiped about me, and it didn’t feel good at all. It was awful. People are mean. So no, I don’t.
65. Are you a grammar Nazi? Kind of, but I try to shut it down because people don’t like it.
66. Do you have long or short hair? Very short, boyish style.
67. Can you name all 50 states of America? Lol no. I can’t name the regions of France so...
68. Favorite school subject? It depended on the year. Sport, English, Italian, Math, Biology, History. I liked school.
69. Extrovert or introvert? Extrovert, without a doubt.
70. Have you ever been scuba diving? Yes. But I have trouble to breath.
71. What makes you nervous? Life. Lol it’s sad.
72. Are you scared of the dark? I love dark.
73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes? I used to do it a lot. I still want to. I don’t do it because I don’t want to get punched.
74. Are you ticklish? It depends on the person, but mostly no.
75. Have you ever started a rumor? Ne-ver.
76. Have you ever been out of your home country? Yes.
77. Have you ever drank underage? Oh yes. Turning 18 didn’t change a lot for me.
78. Have you ever done drugs? Yup.
79. What do you fantasize about? Being fucking happy.
80. How many piercings do you have? None.
81. Can you roll your R’s? Really really bad. My accent in Italian is awful.
82. How fast can you type? It’s funny because I type with only two fingers (my indexes), like old persons and it makes people laugh. But I type really fast though.
83. How fast can you run? It’s been awhile since I’ve run. But I used to run very fast.
84. What color is your hair? Black. Very very dark hair.
85. What color are your eyes? Brown, and very dark too.
86. What are you allergic to? Insect bite. It’s ugly.
87. Do you keep a journal? Nah. My writings talk for me.
88. Are you depressed about anything? About life. I’m borderline and bipolar, so I’m kinda depressed like all the time ? Ahah.
89. Do you like your age? No it sucks. Like I’m still so young but everyone excepts me to have a perfect built up life ? Wtf.
90. What makes you angry? Being woken up because my roommates are too noisy.
91. Do you like your own name? Yes.
92. Did you ever get a foreign object up your nose? What ???
93. Do you want a boy or a girl for a child? A cat, a dog, a panther, a baby lion, a llama.
94. What talents do you have? Writing, I guess ?
95. Sun or moon? Both.
96. How did you get your name? My parents are good with giving names.
97. Are you religious? I’ve been raised with catholic values, but no I’m not.
98. Have you ever been to a therapist? Too many.
99. Color of your bedspread? Dirty.
100. Color of your room? Messy.
It was so long. Not tagging anyone, just do it if you want.
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you are pure evil1. What is you middle name?um good question wish i knew 2. How old are you?153. What is your birthday?August 224. What is your zodiac sign?Leo5. What is your favorite color?Pink6. What's your lucky number?i don’t have one but if you asked me on a good day i’d say 697. Do you have any pets?at my moms i just have a dog, but with my dad i have a cat, a dog, and 8 lizards 8. Where are you from?florida, but i live in massachusetts 9. How tall are you?5’110. What shoe size are you?like 6??11. How many pairs of shoes do you own?a LOT.12. What was your last dream about?id actually rather not talk about it 13. What talents do you have?you tell me—14. Are you psychic in any way?i mean sure15. Favorite song?hhhhhh don’t ask me this i have whole playlists of my “favourite song”16. Favorite movie?i rlly like Wes Anderson movies?? idk17. Who would be your ideal partner?my boyfriend 18. Do you want children?nooooot really19. Do you want a church wedding?a wedding’s a wedding20. Are you religious?no21. Have you ever been to the hospital?ya ✌🏻✌🏻✌🏻22. Have you ever got in trouble with the law?i hope not?23. Have you ever met any celebrities?i meet voice actors????24. Baths or showers?i only have bath access on the weekends with my dad so mostly showers25. What color socks are you wearing?none i don’t wear socks inside 26. Have you ever been famous?obviously not27. Would you like to be a big celebrity?um?? depends on for what reason28. What type of music do you like?a lot?? i like musicals, i like chiptune, i like miku but especially kikuo, i like stuff like sufjan stevens and rex orange county, also chester french?? i dunno, i’m a background music kinda guy so any cool backgrounds kill me29. Have you ever been skinny dipping?nooo30. How many pillows do you sleep with?like 231. What position do you usually sleep in?um like lowkey fetal?32. How big is your house?ah yes let me just pull out my ruler on both of my houses. i don’t live in any apartments that’s about all i know 33. What do you typically have for breakfast?nothing but i have cinnamon rolls every saturday, sometimes i like to have apples or cheerios34. Have you ever fired a gun?nope35. Have you ever tried archery?we used to have to in school36. Favorite clean word?what. soda.37. Favorite swear word?all of them38. What's the longest you've ever gone without sleep?that’s such a weird question but probably like 2 days, i like sleeping39. Do you have any scars?mhm!40. Have you ever had a secret admirer?well then it wouldn’t be a secret would it?41. Are you a good liar?i don’t know i don’t usually have any reason to lie ?42. Are you a good judge of character?shouldn’t YOU be answering this?43. Can you do any other accents other than your own?uh huh44. Do you have a strong accent?i don’t think i do but whenever i’m talking to people from outside of new england they can tell?45. What is your favorite accent?german????? also russian accents are funny46. What is your personality type?god if i knew47. What is your most expensive piece of clothing?do u rlly think i keep tabs on this48. Can you curl your tongue?i thought this said can i vore my tongue, yes to both.49. Are you an innie or an outie?innie50. Left or right handed?leftie!51. Are you scared of spiders?only if it’s ready to murder me 52. Favorite food?probably french fries or something53. Favorite foreign food?lol idk i’m too picky to have a diet that consists of more than goldfish crackers54. Are you a clean or messy person?um idk?? depends on the day55. Most used phrased?i say “no prob” too much56. Most used word?let’s face the facts it’s probably “gay” but in a good way 57. How long does it take for you to get ready?not very long??58. Do you have much of an ego?do i sound like someone with a big ego 😎😎59. Do you suck or bite lollipops?bite60. Do you talk to yourself?noooooo61. Do you sing to yourself?yep62. Are you a good singer?i mean i would hope? i take lessons 63. Biggest Fear?g g g gg g g g ghost!64. Are you a gossip?tastefully65. Best dramatic movie you've seen?the spongebob movie got pretty dramatic 66. Do you like long or short hair?i like hair67. Can you name all 50 states of America?probably ????68. Favorite school subject?history i think69. Extrovert or Introvert?haha 6970. Have you ever been scuba diving?nooo71. What makes you nervous?most things???72. Are you scared of the dark?yep73. Do you correct people when they make mistakes?depends on if i like them or not 74. Are you ticklish?yesss75. Have you ever started a rumor?i don’t actually think so76. Have you ever been in a position of authority?i mean sure??77. Have you ever drank underage?no78. Have you ever done drugs?nooo79. Who was your first real crush?i mean i don’t know what we count real as??? it’d have to be my bf rn cuz uhhhh ya80. How many piercings do you have? 1 per ear81. Can you roll your Rs?" yes82. How fast can you type?fast enough that old people like to watch me type??83. How fast can you run?probably not very 84. What color is your hair?red ://85. What color is your eyes?hazel??86. What are you allergic to?HAND SANITISER and cats87. Do you keep a journal?lmao no88. What do your parents do?mom works in an eye clinic, dad works for comcast, stepdad works in computer programming, stepmom is a teacher 89. Do you like your age?no?? i mean i don’t rlly care a ton90. What makes you angry?what doesn’t 91. Do you like your own name?sometimes?92. Have you already thought of baby names, and if so what are they?even tho i don’t want kids, yes. i can’t tell u the names 93. Do you want a boy a girl for a child?boyyy94. What are you strengths?i mean i have straight A’s but i don’t study at all95. What are your weaknesses?most96. How did you get your name?danny devito97. Were your ancestors royalty?i don’t know??98. Do you have any scars?you already ASKED this 99. Color of your bedspread?my bed is actually totoro themed???100. Color of your room?one of them is white and one is mint
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Leaning back in his seat, Danny crossed an ankle over his knee casually, grinning at Steve like the cat that ate the canary. There may as well have been feathers sticking out of his mouth for as shameless as he felt. “I was under the impression that this morning was an exception for you, Steven.” Truth be told, Danny couldn’t keep his hands off him, even once they slipped off to sleep. Several years of pent up feelings, falling asleep next to his partner was still so new. New enough that when the other side of the bed grew cold, he couldn’t sleep much longer himself. “And since you put that paperwork aside to come home with me, I didn’t think it was fair to make you do it all yourself.”
Danny bounced his foot on the floor, practically a ball of energy for that time of the morning. He honestly needed to grump it down or looks would be exchanged, theories would be made. Right now, he wanted to keep it - and Steve - all to himself. He glanced over his shoulder, movements slow, then turned back to look at Steve, his gaze traveling excruciatingly slow down his body. “Mmmmhmmm,” he hummed, chewing on his lip. Like was an understatement: Steve looked downright sinful, helped by the fact that Danny knew that was his shirt. It was like leaving a mark on Steve, subtly telling the world ‘this one is mine’.
Following that thought, he cleared his throat softly and shifted in the seat, switching to rest the other ankle on the other knee.
“Me? Distracted? No, I am a professional through and through.” He stretched his arms out wide, indicating the entire office. “This is my temple, to be respected.” Not that the thought of doing something here, late at night after everyone had gone home, wasn’t some kind of very tempting. Admitting as much also meant shifting some of his hard fought advantage in the situation to Steve and he was going to fight for it. “No, no, you just wear that. We need to work and I need to feel smug.”
Danny is displaying exactly how Steve feels; hyper-aware, needy, energized even though they spent a good portion of the night awake and twisted in the sheets ( and on the dresser and down the hallway and that moment leading up to it on the couch ). It won’t be long before every inch of Danny’s apartment has been accounted for, and the seal has to push the thought out of his mind before he has more than the team seeing him in danny’s shirt to worry about. He clears his throat, crossing his ankle to the other leg and adjusting in the seat as a means to hide whatever reaction has occurred; but it's damn near impossible because Danny is across from him, staring him down like a piece of meat.
And Steve loves it.
The SEAL swallows hard to try and push back the whine that threatens to escape his throat, because him wearing Danny's shirt may be sinful; downright dirty, but Danny ... Danny shouldn't be allowed to look at him like that, like Steve is his and no one elses and like he wants to mark him all over. Because that side of the blonde is rarely seen, and whenever it does come out; that small but feral animal that takes takes takes and doesn't ask; it blows the seals mind. He's not a bottom in any way but for Danny in the heat of the moment he'll drop to his damn knees, especially when those sterling blues are dark and mischievous, raking down every inch of his body like he is exposed. He can almost feel Danny's gun calloused fingers as they explore every fleeting inch of him, can hear the sound of Danny's gruff growl at the base of his neck when Steve parts his lips in a staggered moan; can feel taut muscle and hot skin under the pads of his fingertips.
Look who's biting their lip now.
"I bet you do," comes out husky and out of breath, unaware that he'd been holding it in while Danny talked. It's a ghost town outside of those glass walls but not for much longer, and now its his turn to let those hazel eyes stare his partner down, to remember exactly where his teeth had left their mark just hours ago. Tongue darts between his lips, pulling in the bottom one as he catches Danny's eye, and Steve is gone, he is so far gone; every disciplined part of him unraveling the way he wants that button down to.
He's got to focus on something else.
The chair creaks under his weight, feet kicking off of the desk so it slides back and away. Steve leans forward, elbows on either knee as both hands rub at his face with an exasperated groan that soon follows. "Danny, I love it, but you can't look at me like that, because there's things I want to do for you - and it's really hard NOT to when you're eye fucking me from two feet away with that smug little grin on your face." He gets up, to get the blood flowing to the rest of his body and hopefully rid of the semi tucked in those cargo pants ( at least they aren't tight like Danny's slacks. ) and to pass by the blonde, offering a strong hand to his shoulder. "But you... you just wait until we get home."
“Lets go, duty calls.” Or something; even if it’s listening to dispatch for leads on a case.
#jerseysass#v; all that I'm after is a world full of laughter#I'm sorry#But Danny you can't look at him like that
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Behind the Camera
summary: 2009!Phan after they first met and when they’re recording Phil Is Not On Fire. Confessing feelings for one another
Words: 2,713
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"When will I finally get to meet you?" The brown haired boy whined at the camera as he looked through the screen that separated him from the only person that truly enjoyed his company.
"Soon." The black haired boy smirked and locked eyes through the screen with the one boy who truly made life worth living.
"Promise?"
"Pinkie Promise."
*Oct. 25th, 2009*
The boys eyes met as Phil awaited for Dan's arrival in the terminal. Dan's eyes swelled with tears as he confronted the man that haunted him through the screen.
"What are you waiting for?" Phil yelled through the room, arms open, and waiting for them to be filled by the brown eyed boy. Dan raced across the room, not caring about the many stares he was getting from the other people. With his luggage in hand, only weighing him down, he finally dropped them, hesitating, afraid that it's all just an illusion, before jumping into Phil's comforting embrace
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"You're a sight for sore eyes," Dan croaked out, backing up from Phil's hug, and looking into Phil's crystal blue eyes, rimmed with tears of joy.
"You're shorter than I expected," Phil laughed, tears springing to his eyes, scruffing Dan's already messy hair. Dan pushed his hand away in protest,
"Are you actually real?" Dan asked in wonder, still amazed by the sight of the man that saved him from a life of hate, and misery. He poked Phil in the abdomen making sure that he wasn't just some hallucination that was in front of him.
"As far as I know, yes I am most definitely real, want a picture?" Phil scoffs, acting like Dan was just another fan before him, joking obviously, the playful smirk across his face giving it away.
"Don't joke with me, I'm hungry and don't be mean to me when I'm hungry," Dan pouts, sticking his tongue out at Phil, and picking up his littered luggage on the ground.
"Well let's fix that I have food waiting for you at my flat," Phil nodded towards the door to leave, and then grabbed Dans hand before he could pick up his bags, "Let me, you just carried it all the way over here," He grabbed Dan's bags and walked towards the doors that lead to the autumn weather outside.
Dan dragged behind, watching his knight in shining armor. The one who saved him from a terrible fate. A world of self-hate, and self-pity. He watched him walk away outside and sighed, because Phil will never feel the same as Dan does. With no deep and longing love possessed inside of him like there was in Dan.
Phil walked outside into the chilly air, and thought about the young boy who has been entered into his life, haunting him. He realized that he could never have someone like him, that Dan would never feel the same way as he did.
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"I have an assortment of snacks laid out for you, I didn't necessarily know what to get you besides Maltesers so I got a little bit of everything," Phil went on, as he showed Dan the large variety of chips, soda, and candies, but the only thing that really stood out to Dan was the pile of Maltesers in the middle of the pile.
"Good job, you know me so well," Dan laughed as he grabbed two bags of Maltesers, "I'm guessing that you have no cheese for me to nibble on?" Dan joked teasing Phil about his Cheesephobia.
"Don't joke about that you know I don't like to bring that topic up." Phil joked with a serious tone, grabbing an assortment of chips and candies and running to his room, leaving Dan behind.
"Wait! I don't know where this house leads to, wait for me!" Dan tries to keep up with Phil, but ultimately loses him, and wanders up the stairs trying to figure out what room each lead to, "This house is something straight out of The Shining... This looks ominous," Dan breaths out, as he stalked towards a door that had a paper taped to the front that read "PHIL'S ROOM" on the front, and Dan giggled as he walked into the room.
"Where did you go? Did you get lost in your own flat?" He shouted as he walked into a dark room. Dan fumbled around as he tried to find a light switch, and when he found one, he got a first look at what Phil's room actually looked like in person instead of through a cheap laptop screen. He took in everything he could, to possibly get to know Phil better. For one, Dan observed how messy his room actually was, and made a mental note to yell at Phil about how Dan could not stay under these conditions. He laid his eyes on the small makeshift bed that he would be staying on for the time being kiddie corner to Phil's bed. Phil's bed was draped with a fluffy blue and green comforter that matched the wallpaper of the room. It looked as if you could lay on it and you would be engulfed in the sheets and instantly put into a state of peaceful sleep.
"Phillllll, where are you?" Dan whined as he laid down on his bed and absent mindfully began to fall asleep on the overly comfortable mattress,
"Please don't fall asleep, that would be the most boring thing to do. Watch you sleep." Phil complained as he walked into the room with various recording equipment. Keeping to himself that he looked really adorable and peaceful all curled up on his bed,
"I call your bed," Dan yawned as he sat up from Phil's bed and rubbed his eyes, meeting Phil's and his eyes traced over his arms full of the equipment, "So that's where you were."
"Ya I thought we could make a video or something, and you absolutely do not call my bed. Chug a red bull, you're not falling asleep tonight so there will be no need for a bed any way," Phil tosses the can filled with the energizing liquid to Dan, and sets up his camera. "I put an 'Ask Dan and Phil' hashtag on Twitter so maybe we'll get questions to do like a Q&A video or something if you're awake for it,"
"I'll do it if I get to pick the questions," Dan replies opening the red bull and chugging it's contents, "I mean it's the least I can do as your guest; pick out the best questions for you. Especially if you won't let me sleep in this heavenly bed of yours."
"I guess you can," Phil fake sighs and hands Dan his laptop, and a notepad to write down questions that he likes, "Don't take too long because I don't want to film a lot because editing takes so much time,"
"Oh ya you should give me some editing tips," Dan replied with a smile on his face as he started writing sloppily with his left hand on the notepad.
"Oh ya sure, if you want," Phil smiled and laughed, "You know there are better people you could ask for editing tips right? I mean yeah I have a partial degree with editing but it's not that great... Are you ready or do I still need to wait for you?" Phil teased after trailing off, and he sat in front of the camera, now finished with setting it up.
"Give me a second I only have like three questions written down, we have to at least make this interesting." Dan scoffed, continuing to write down some random questions from fans on the notepad, laughing at ones that don't make much sense, but would still be fun to put in.
"Oh ya Danisnotinteresting instead of Danisnotonfire," Phil laughed at the terrible joke he came up with as Dan gave him a look that could kill,
"I'm going to change my username at some point I just need a good idea."
"Yeah, yeah okay. Your channel name is iconic though,"
"Stop seriously, I'm not a fan of it but I don't know what else to choose though before I start an actual fan base."
"You have me that's all the fans you need," Phil joked, and turned towards the camera, and Dan's face began to turn red,
"Okay I'm ready," Dan closed the laptop, trying to get rid of the obvious blush in his cheeks and sat next to Phil, "You can press record now," Dan ripped the sheet off of the notepad and held it in his hand getting ready for the camera to start recording.
"Okay Danny what's the first question," Phil looked into his eyes with a perfectly straight face as Dan gave him an 'are you kidding me' look as Phil proceeded to laugh,
"Why are you so mean to Dan?" He asked acting like he was reading it off the paper, and Phil kept laughing,
"I'm never mean to Dan I promise," Phil smiled, and looked into Dan's eyes with sincerity, and compassion, "I could never be mean to the one person who doesn't pretend to be my friend."
"That's what I thought. Okay first question, If you had to lose your leg or your nose, which would you lose?" Dan read off the paper looking at Phil,
"I'd lose my leg, imagine my face without a nose," Phil put his hand up to his face imagining how different his face would look without a nose,
"Voldemort has no nose, and Voldemort's pretty fit to be honest," Dan replied, looking seriously into the camera.
"I already look like Voldemort look at me," Phil laughed as he got closer to the camera,
"I'd bang Voldemort," Dan instantly regretted saying that as Phil turned towards him, with a questioning look on his face, "Leave me alone with my thoughts Phil, thanks." Dan replied, playing it off cool, mentally screaming at himself.
"Ninja, or Pirate?" Dan began to read off the paper again, and Phil took a moment then replied,
"Ninja," Phil responded continuing to make noises that were supposed to resemble a Ninja, and Dan watched in silent at the dark haired boy, being himself even though a camera was pointed at him. He didn't care who watched him, or what they thought. If they liked him or hated him. If they were mean to him or nice to him. He just wanted to make videos, and be happy making videos, no fake presence possessed him at the sight of a camera, it wasn't a stage act. It was all real.
"Dan?" Phil snapped his finger in front of Dan, getting his attention, "Are you okay? You kind of spaced out there."
"Ya I'm fine, just thinking about nothing." Dan responded, and began reading off of the paper again.
They proceeded with the video, laughing, and having fun, until one question was asked,
"Why do you always put cat whiskers on your face?" Dan asked looking at Phil, puzzled.
"I never put cat whiskers on my face." Phil replied laughing at the question.
"You could start?" Dan asked reaching into one of Phil's drawers and grabbing a black marker, and looking into the camera.
"Dan what are you doing?" Phil asked while watching Dan open the sharpie cap and begin putting cat whiskers onto his face, while looking at himself through the camera.
"What does it look like?" Dan responded finishing off his final whisker, then turning to look at Phil, "Your turn," He handed Phil the sharpie and tried convincing him to put on the whiskers, before Phil finally agreed and started drawing messy whiskers on his face.
Dan started meowing in Phil's face, and Phil pushed his face away, trying not to kiss him instead, but only Phil needed to know that,
"Stop," Phil laughed, a hint of red coming to his cheeks, "Next question please,"
"What noise does a Giraffe make?" Dan chuckled, and Phil made the weirdest noise he could make and Dan looked puzzled,
"Every animal makes that noise with you,"
"Would you eat ham, everyday, for the rest of your life, if you got paid a million pounds for every month you lived?"
"Yes, although, I'd probably die of ham poisoning,"
"Ham overload,"
"Ham overdose,"
"Ham,"
"Ham,"
"What are we doing?" Dan asked laughing, "If anyone walked in they'd think we're crazy,"
"We are a little crazy though," Phil replied with a shrug of his shoulders,
"You make me crazy I can't help it," Dan laughed out and tried to hide the obvious blush arising to his cheeks,
"Is Daniel Howell actually blushing in front of me?" Phil put his hand on his heart and tried to act as flattered as possible without laughing,
"I can't help it, you're just so attractive," Dan replied, adding a fake sense of sarcasm to make it seem like a joke, although no matter how many times he told himself don't blush it's a joke he only got more red.
Phil proceeded to also turn red and adverted his eyes away from Dan's looking at anything that could distract him from looking at this boy that haunted him.
"May I stroke your glabella?" Dan read from the sheet in an attempt to make it seem like the events that just happened never did,
Phil instantly started giggling, "What's a glabella?"
"Let's find out what a glabella is!" Dan giggled with a big smile on his face and got up to retrieve Phil's laptop.
They proceeded with questions for the rest of the night, laughing to the point where tears sprang to their eyes. Eventually though they realized it had to come to an end,
"Phil?" Dan looked at the boy and gained his attention. His beautiful ocean eyes locked with his and Dan couldn't stare at them for more than 10 seconds without a blush tinting at his cheeks. He looked back at the camera,
"This was the most fun I've ever had,"
Phil threw himself on Dan, bringing him to the ground, pinning him to the ground, straddling him,
"I had fun too," Phil smiled, his face inches from Dan’s. Quickly that smile disappeared as his face became bright red, and his grip on Dan's wrists loosen, but were still around them. "I-I'm sor-sorry," Phil stammered as he rose to get off of Dan, once Dan’s wrists were free Dan grabbed Phil's face and pressed his lips against Phil's. Something he'd wanted to do for so long. Something he never thought he'd be able to bring himself to do.
Dan backed away from the kiss, eyes wide, and full of shock, "N-Now I'm s-s-sorry, I Sh-shouldn't have done th-that," Dan stumbled on his words as he recollected his thoughts and processed what just happened. He just kissed Phil Lester, Phil FUCKING Lester. Dan slowly looked back at Phil, and all Phil did was stare at him. Stare at this boy who had the courage that Phil has been looking for since he saw Dan in the terminal, since Dan got to his house, since they started filming together. Dan looked away and started to move to get up,
"D-Don't be sorry," Phil got out as he quickly grabbed Dan's hand, pulling him back down next to him. Dan couldn't.., wouldn't look at him, his red face flushed with both his blush, and his desire to not cry in front of him. His dark brown eyes were rimmed with tears, almost falling below his water line.
"Why are you sad? Someone so gorgeous has no need to cry. You're too beautiful for that," Phil gently turned Dans head towards him and looked at him in the eyes, a single tear fell from Dan's right eye and Phil watched it fall down his face.
"I didn't think you cared the same way I do," Dan croaked out, his voice scratchy from his attempt to hold back his tears, "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do that," He started to smile and wiped his eyes with his sweatshirt.
"Well if you've wanted to do that as long as I have.., then a really long time," Phil laughed and moved his fringe out from his eyes.
"I really like you Dan,"
"I really like you too Phil,"
#phan#phanfic#fanfiction#mine#fic#danandphil#dan#phil#danhowell#phillester#danisnotonfire#amazingphil
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