#Danny Argyropoulos

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Rogue Trader (1999)

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@blogovision 2023:

14. Θύματα Ειρήνης by Πυρ Κατά Βούληση

"ΨΑΞΕ ΓΙΑ ΔΙΑΦΥΓΗ"

©George Argyropoulos

Last year's #14:

Paper Thin by Green/Blue

So far:

15. Tracey Denim by Bar Italia

16. CACTI by Billy Nomates

17. Rotten Bun For An Eggless Century by mui zyu

18. The Land Is Inhospitaple And So Are We by Mitski

19. Quaranta by Danny Brown

20. i’ve seen a way by Mandy, Indiana

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The Roommate

phic phight prompts by @lexosaurus and @princessfanonanona

Danny’s started his Freshman year of college! Though, some of his dorm-mates aren’t quite sure what to make of him.

Danny is known as Coffee Ghost at the local college, shenanigans ensue

Chapter 1/? (i've got like 3k written and more drafted so it'll happen soon!!!)

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Becoming roommates with a Fenton should have been Jay’s dream come true.

Ever since he had first watched Ghostbusters with his older sister when he was six years old, Jay had wanted to be a ghost hunter. His parents had indulged that for a few years, as parents are prone to do when small children are enthusiastic about fictional jobs. But, as his parents' support had grown quieter and as his teachers began to voice their opinions on viable career paths more loudly, Jay had learned to shut up about ghosts. By the time he was eleven, he made sure to never mention them to anyone but his older sister, and even then only in passing. When he was fifteen though, things changed again. Suddenly, ghosts were a thing. Like, a real thing that actually existed and interacted with people and left tangible evidence trails. Sure, Jay’s parents were still skeptics and his sister didn’t necessarily believe in ghosts to the same extent Jay did, but that no longer mattered to him.

Ghosts were real. And his childhood dream was alive again.

By the time he turned eighteen, a month out from graduating high school, Jay had reevaluated his childhood dream of hunting and busting ghosts. He had spent the past three years researching and reading anything and everything he could get his hands on about ghosts, and he had reached a very disappointing conclusion: No one actually knew anything about ghosts. Like, at all. The research was there, but it was all so empty. The actual data was sparse, personal accounts were biased, and the whole field was so incredibly niche that ninety percent of the papers were published by the same team of two, the Fentons. So yeah, Jay had reevaluated.

He didn’t want to be a ghost hunter. He wanted to be a ghost scientist . He wanted to research and investigate and blaze new paths in a field that was somehow as old as academia at large and yet still so new and unexplored. He wanted to learn everything there was to learn about ghosts and then some.

So here he was, the first day of college, standing in his dorm at the University of Illinois at Amity, meeting his new roommate for the first time, and feeling so utterly disappointed .

“Hey, I’m Danny. Danny Fenton. You must be Jason.” The kid before him was tall, like really tall, like taller even than Jay which was saying something because he was pretty tall himself. He had black hair that didn’t seem to hold any shadows, blue eyes that felt like looking into the lake in the middle of February, and the hand that he was holding out towards Jay had a pattern of light scars arching up his arm and disappearing into his sleeve like branches of lightning.

“Yeah, Jason Argyropoulos. But seriously dude, call me Jay.” He shook Danny’s hand, and almost laughed in surprise at how tight the grip was. “You said your name was Fenton?” Danny’s eyes darkened almost imperceptibly.

“Yeah. Danny Fenton.”

“Your parents are the uh, the ghost hunters, right?” Jay knew he probably shouldn’t be pushing this, Danny obviously didn’t like the subject, but Jay had spent the past twelve years of his life building to this moment! He wasn’t just gonna let it pass by without any fanfare. “I’ve kept up with their research and I-”

“Listen, Jay,” Danny interrupted, voice sharp. He turned away and began to unpack the duffel bag he had been carrying. “I don’t really like to talk about my parents’ jobs. If you’re interested in ghost hunting or whatever, there’s at least one club you can go join, but I’d really rather not have it be a thing in our room, okay?”

“Oh. Yeah, no, of course dude. Sorry, I just get really excited about this sort of thing, and if you ever do want to talk about it, I’d love to ask some questions and-”

“Can you just leave it alone?” Danny cried out, spinning back towards Jay with an uncanny speed.

Jay didn’t scare easy. He’d always been on the taller end and out of sheer stubborn spite and a healthy dose of sibling rivalry, he had pretty early on decided to just not get scared. He was of the strong opinion that it made life a whole lot easier if you didn’t have to deal with a fight/flight/freeze response all the time. So yeah, Jay didn't really get scared. Right now though? Being stared down by his new roommate whose eyes might have been green for just a second there, the temperature in the little dorm room suddenly ten degrees colder, the lights a few shades dimmer, the walls closing in in a way that really shouldn’t happen?

Jay was terrified .

And a moment later, it was over. The temperature shot back up to normal, the lights turned back on to full power, the walls returned to where they had always been, and Danny was back to unpacking his duffel. He folded the next shirt he pulled out as if nothing had happened.

“Sure, yeah, I’ll just, I’ll drop it. Sorry, I guess,” Jay muttered, turning to his own bag to begin unpacking. Ugh, how could he have messed up this bad already? He’d known his roommate for all of three minutes and had already overstepped the guy’s boundaries and pissed him off. Jay got it, he did , sometimes family just sucked and you didn’t want to associate with them at all. But in the moment? He’d been so caught up in his own world that he hadn’t paid attention to all the flags til it was too late.

He unpacked the rest of his bag in silence, and Danny did the same. Once he’d gotten the rest of his clothes shoved into the little dorm dresser, thrown his blankets across his bed in something resembling order, and tucked his books onto the paltry shelving left over from whoever had lived in the room before, Jay decided he couldn’t take it anymore. He shoved his phone in his jeans and grabbed the actual physical key he’d been given to the dorm before heading out the door.

“Hey, uh, Danny?” Jay called back into the room, one foot propping the door open almost as an afterthought. “I’m gonna run down to the dining hall, grab some lunch. Want me to grab you anything?”

There was no reply. Jay could see his roommate still unpacking, could see that he didn’t have any headphones in, but he didn’t think Danny had even heard him.

Jay shut the door behind him and tried not to think too hard about it. It was still the first day. He could fix this. He would fix this. It would all work out eventually.