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scarletsaphire · 1 year ago

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Danny has been waiting for Phantom to let him go into the Ghost Zone for months, but has been met with "It's too dangerous!" at every turn. At long last, he's gotten Phantom to agree to be his tour guide. (Phantom kinda sucks at being a tour guide.)

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Totally didn't forget to cross post those two. ANYWAY this is Shiptember Day 3, Reckless x Protective. Is this one going to get more added later? Maybe! I want to! But there are other things to write. Aka more, different pitch pearl.

"You have an oxygen mask with an ecto filter?"

"Yup."

"And you have an ecto ray in case we get into a fight?"

"Right here."

"And you have your jumpsuit?"

"Phantom, you can see me wearing it," Phantom stopped pacing to look at Danny, who was sitting on his father's desk, arms crossed.

"Oh, right," Phantom said, rubbing the back of his neck. "I guess I'm just-"

Danny cut him off. "Nervous? You don't have to be, I'll be fine. It's not like I don't know anything about ghosts."

"I know that," Phantom said. "But its different when the ghosts are out here. It's like studying sharks in captivity, and then jumping straight into the ocean to swim with them."

"Yea, well, that's why I have you isn't it? To make sure that none of the sharks eat me." Danny hopped to his feet, grabbing onto Phantom's hands and pulling him to the portal. "Now come on, I've been waiting for this for ages!"

Phantom let Danny drag him along, but didn't stop talking. "You might need more than just me to keep you safe though! What if there's some kind of mind control bug that only affects humans? Or what if we get too close to Walker's prison and he arrests you? What if-"

Phantom was cut off by Danny's lips pressed to his own. "You need to stop worrying so much," he said, pulling away with a smile. "We've both been preparing for this trip for months. You can deny it as much as you want, but I've seen the map you've been working on. Everything going to go just fine, ok?"

Phantom blushed green. He had thought he'd kept his fruitless endeavor to map a path to take Danny on a secret, but apparently he hadn't. He could try to deny it, but there was no point. Danny always knew when he was lying. "Just, promise me you'll stay by my side?"

"Of course, there's no where else I want to be." Danny's tone was somewhere between teasing and sarcasm. He rolled his eyes and yanked on Phantom's arm more determinedly. "Now hurry up! I want to see the Ghost Zone!"

The cold, tingly sensation of the Fenton portal had long since grown familiar to Phantom, but the warmth held firmly in his hand shed a new light on the entire experience. In many ways it felt wrong; the portal represented the border between warmth and cold, between life and death: having something so clearly, undeniably living as Danny's heartbeat. On the other hand, nothing had ever felt as right to Phantom as Danny's hand in his own, and not even the otherworldly sensation could change that.

Phantom knew that they had exited the portal by the tightening of Danny's hand in his own and the gasp he let out, distorted in the ectoplasm rich air. The tight grasp he'd kept on Phantom's hand fell loose as he spun in the low gravity area, taking in the sights of the ghost zone. Phantom let him go.

"Oh wow..." Danny said. "It's so..!"

When Phantom realized that Danny wasn't going to finish the sentence, he tried to finish it. "Green? Floaty? Covered in big ugly rocks?" Danny slapped Phantom in the arm without looking away from his surroundings.

"I was going to say incredible. Oh my god, is that-" Danny cut himself off, dashing forward into the distance, chasing after who knows what with surprising speed.

"Danny, wait, you promised!" Phantom said, rushing after him. If Phantom had been less prepared or less experienced, he might not have caught up to Danny at all. But Phantom had plenty of experience navigating the ghost zone, and arguably even more dealing with Danny. He had made Danny promise to stay close, but Phantom hadn't actually expected him to keep it. It wasn't that Danny meant to break it. He was just far too curious for his own good.

Phantom caught up to Danny after a few seconds, almost entirely because Danny had stopped at what he had been distracted by. It was a rock covered in a type of moss that grew almost like seaweed, swaying in the fictional breeze it decided it was affected by. With every twist and turn it shifted into different colors, sometimes a soft transition into its new color and sometimes so abrupt that it shifted in the blink of an eye.

Danny hovered, crouching in the air to stare at the color-shifting plant. "What's this called?"

"I have absolutely no idea," Phantom said. "I'm not exactly an expert on the zone, you know."

"Does that mean I get to name it?" Danny asked, glancing over at Phantom.

"I mean, it probably does have a name. I just don't know it."

"How does it change colors like that? Is that normal for ghost plants? Why is it moving like this? Would it be able to grow underwater? Does it grow at all? Is it the ghost of a plant or is it just a ghost plant?"

Phantom shrugged, smiling wide at Danny. "You'll just have to find out. You did say you were going to take samples back, after all."

Danny facepalmed. "I completely forgot about that! Can you grab the vials out of my bag? They should be on the inner pocket."

"Of course." Phantom floated behind Danny, opening the backpack and pulling out plastic vials. He grabbed the pen and labels while he was in there. "Here you go."

"Thanks so much," Danny said, taking them without looking. He wasn't expecting the label and pen and dropped them right into Phantom's other hand, poised right under Danny's. He grinned sheepishly at Phantom. "You know me so well."

Phantom leaned down and kissed Danny's cheek. "I know. Now, get to your science stuff."

"You don't have to tell me twice," Danny said, getting to work.

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It took Danny about an hour to gather the samples he wanted, asking questions Phantom didn't know the answer to the whole time. Phantom didn't mind; he wouldn't be dating Danny if he didn't find his curiosity endearing. Honestly, Phantom had expected to be there longer, and had been floating on his back almost directly above Danny's head, keeping a careful eye on the horizon when Danny straightened directly into him.

Phantom spun to the side. "You can't give a ghost a warning?"

Danny laughed. "Oops. Do you want me to kiss it better?" Danny wiggled his eyebrows at Phantom, and he laughed.

"Maybe when we get back," Phantom said. "Unless you want to cut the trip short?"

"No sir, please continue with the tour," Danny said with a mock salute.

"It isn't much of a tour when you run off immediately," Phantom teased.

"Ok, then please start the tour," Danny said, taking Phantom's hand.

"Fine, fine," Phantom said. "Have you been taking lessons from Sam in being bossy?"

Danny laughed. "If she hears you saying that, she'll kill you again. You'll be a double ghost."

"That doesn't sound all that bad," Phantom joked. "Maybe you'd be more interested in me if I was something for you to study like that."

"I'd be more interested with you if you actually started the tour instead of just standing here talking!" Danny said.

"Well, this area is one we call the Barrens, for pretty self explanatory reasons," Phantom started, dragging Danny along behind him. "There isn't much out here, and there was even less before your parents built the portal. Almost all of the lairs you see were either moved here after, or were formed by...something."

"Something?" Danny asked.

Phantom shrugged. "I did warn you that I'm not an expert."

"I've noticed."

"So, the Barrens. It's not the most exciting area, but it is really big, so we won't be leaving it today."

"I thought you said there isn't anything out here?" Danny asked.

"I said there isn't much of anything," Phantom corrected. "There's a difference. And besides, my 'there's nothing out here' is very different from your 'there's nothing out here.' Case in point, the jars of ghost plant in your backpack."

"You raise a good point," Danny said. "I think that ones on you, though. I mean, who wouldn't be distracted by- holy shit Phantom look over there!" Danny started to float off towards a collection of rocks all spinning in sync. "Come on, we have to check it out."

"Why don't you go ahead and prove my point harder, huh?" Phantom said. He allowed himself to be dragged for a little while before going stiff, holding Danny back. "We can't go over there."

Danny did not stop pulling. "Why not?" he whined.

"Because that is something that I know about, and it isn't safe," Phantom said. He yanked Danny back to his side, wrapping his arm around Danny's waist, and guiding him away.

Danny pouted. "Is this a not safe like going into the Ghost Zone at all is not safe, or a not safe like helping you fight Technus, or not safe like-"

Phantom cut him off. "Not safe like you may never leave it again."

Danny narrowed his eyes, staring into Phantom's, unblinking. Phantom held the gaze right back. "Ok fine, I believe you. But can you at least tell me why it's so dangerous?"

"You know black holes?"

Danny scoffed. "Of course I know black holes."

"It's kind of like that, but with ectoplasm and in a much smaller area."

"Does it just work on ectoplasm, or does it affect everything else too?" Danny asked, turning his head to look over his shoulder at the rotating rocks.

"I don't know, and I'm not letting you figure it out," Phantom said. "Even if I have to keep you on a leash to stop you."

"Kinky."

"You could at the very least turn to look at me when you say things like that," Phantom said, blushing.

Danny turned his head from the rocks to look at Phantom. "Kinky," he repeated.

"You're a jerk," Phantom said, looking away.

"But you love me!"

"I do," Phantom said. "Clearly, that means something is wrong with me."

"No, it just means my secret mind control lessons with Ember have been paying off."

Phantom turned his head back to Danny fast enough that if he actually had bones he would have hurt himself. "You have not." Danny smiled back instead of answering, expression a picture of innocence. "I can't tell if you're pulling my tail of not. If I find out that you've actually been trying to learn mind control from Ember I am going to leave her in the thermos for a week, and then figure out how to make a thermos for humans and leave you in there."

"You'll never be able to prove it," Danny said in a singsong tone.

"And your parents say I'm the evil one," Phantom said, shaking his head and fighting the smile that threatened to cross his face.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #danny fenton #pitch pearl #dp shiptember 2023

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hannahmanderr · 1 year ago

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DP Shiptember Day 1 - Catching Feelings... Again ~ "Quick, kiss me!" ~ Gray Ghost

Summary: She didn’t even bother to look up from her work. “Who’d you tick off this time?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” He pressed his back flush against the counter. “She started it!”

Her eyebrow hitched upward. “Who started it?” (takes place after my oneshot Glow)

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If there was ever one benefit of working a grimy minimum wage job in a town like Amity Park, it definitely had to be the opportunity to see some wild situations. At a place like the Nasty Burger, these situations seemed even more prevalent.

Kat would swear up and down that a portal had decided to open itself smack dab in the middle of the grill one night during the dinner rush, resulting in half a dozen hamburger patties falling into the void of the Ghost Zone, a backup in the drive-through, and one strongly worded Yelp review from a visiting tourist.

Irving Burns allegedly had to pull Nasty Sauce from the public after rumors began to swirl around town that Phantom had blown up a ghost with a single packet and teenagers came in droves to take handfuls of sauce packets for the so-called “Nasty Sauce challenge” (Mr. Lancer himself had confiscated dozens of packets on school grounds).

One day, the Nasty Ned mascot costume simply got up and walked itself out the door and into Lake Eerie. That story had made headlines on Channels 4, 6, and 7. The costume was never recovered.

And of course, the family of blob ghosts living in the dumpsters out back loved to cause problems of their own, namely swooping in and stealing customers’ fries like swarms of seagulls.

Valerie became used to these strange events long before her coworkers did. She probably ended up stopping a fair number of shenanigans before the public became aware of them. Even after her father forbade her from bringing her trackers to work, even after she learned the true identity of her number one target and stopped hunting him, the drive to keep the city from devolving into too much chaos was strong.

Still though, if she had to learn to accept one thing, it was that chaos loved Amity Park and Amity Park loved chaos. No one could go long without encountering at least a little bit. That had been a lesson she’d learned a few days ago, when Danny Fenton, her rival turned crush turned ex turned enemy turned crush again, took her behind the Nasty Burger itself (because where else would it be?) and shown her something wild enough only for Amity Park. Something strange. Something beautiful.

In just those past few days, she began to expect the unexpected. She’d nearly expected the horde of ghost squirrels raiding the cafeteria storage the other day to turn rabid on her, but then memories of the soft, cool touch that blob ghosts had left on her fingers and arms crossed her mind. And she, Valerie Gray, the self-proclaimed huntress of Amity Park, retracted her guns and set to help the squirrels find the industrial size canister of peanut butter they’d been looking for.

The squirrels had shown up outside her window the next day offering a trash-covered everything bagel from the bakery a couple roads down. It had been such an endearing display that she made a show of “eating” it in front of them. They’d enjoyed it.

And the day after that, she’d been chasing down the Box Ghost when they passed over an intersection and a tiny boy escaped his mother’s hand-hold and toddled into the street to follow them. She hadn’t been fast enough to get there before the next speeding car got there, but the Box Ghost had dropped the stack of boxes he’d insisted on maintaining throughout the chase to grab the little boy and turned them both intangible before depositing the boy safely back on the sidewalk.

Valerie had stopped short of sucking him into her thermos to ask him why abandon the boxes. Why go against everything he was supposed to be?

“My kid is about his age,” he’d told her shyly. “I just did what any other parent would do.” That answer had been so stunning she’d simply lowered the thermos and told him to get the boxes home to his kid. But in retrospect, it made sense, didn’t it? Ignoring the complexities of how ghosts had kids in the first place, who was to say parental instincts didn’t transcend the line between life and death?

So no, perhaps she couldn’t put a stop to all the chaos that plagued Amity Park. Perhaps some of it still made no sense. But maybe, just maybe, if she could keep her eyes peeled and watch for the unexpected…

Maybe the chaos could begin to form itself into a wild, beautifully intricate harmony.

Apparently, not even all the anticipation in the world could prepare her for Danny Fenton to come barreling into the Nasty Burger during the afternoon lull and launch himself through the counter to cower by her feet.

To her credit, she barely reacted. She didn’t even bother to look up from her work. “Who’d you tick off this time?”

“It wasn’t my fault!” He pressed his back flush against the counter. “She started it!”

Her eyebrow hitched upward. “Who started it?”

Before he could answer, the front doors exploded inward.

Instincts kicked in, and Valerie dropped behind the counter beside Danny to avoid the flying shrapnel. A gust of hot wind blew over them. Despite the heat, a chill crept up her spine. She didn’t need her tracker or to see Danny’s breath fog to know a ghost had decided to make itself known.

“ Where is he? ” a shrill voice screeched. Valerie glanced over at Danny, who had gone pale at the sound of the voice.

With a glare, she silently jerked her head towards the front. Seriously?

He responded with a helpless shrug and a shake of his head. I swear it’s not my fault!

“I know you’re in here, my darling!” the voice called in an angry sing-song. “You can’t run from love!”

This time, both of Valerie’s eyebrows hitched upward. “ My darling? ” she hissed as quietly as she could.

Danny flailed his arms wildly. He at least had the sense to keep them from flailing past the edge of the counter. “ She’s crazy! ” he hissed back.

By that point, the few other employees on shift had emerged from the kitchen to see the commotion. Out of the corner of her eye, Valerie could see Tatiana, the sweetheart dishwasher, peering from around the corner, whispering furiously into her cell phone. No doubt to the city’s emergency ghost line.

Taylor, the shift supervisor, wasn’t anywhere near as timid. “Can I help you with something?” they drawled with a voice Valerie knew they only reserved for the most frustrating of customers.

“Where are you hiding him?” the ghost said, her voice sickeningly sweet. “I know he’s in here, I can smell him!”

If possible, Danny turned paler.

“I have no clue who you’re talking about, ma’am,” Taylor said. “If you wanna buy something, that’s fine, otherwise I’m gonna have to ask you to leave. You’re disturbing other customers.”

Valerie nearly snorted. Not that there were other customers at the moment, but if there had been, “disturbing” probably would have been an understatement.

She stole another glance at Danny, who had screwed his eyes shut and seemed to be concentrating on… something. She couldn’t tell. Still though, seeing him so oddly terrified…

Without thinking, she laid a hand over one of his clenched fists. One of his eyes popped open, first flicking down to look at their hands then back up to peer at her. She offered a tiny smile, and his shoulders relaxed marginally.

“All I want is my sweetheart!” the ghost was saying, her voice still dripping with a faux sweetness. “He thinks he can hide from me, but he’s mine !”

Taylor frowned and rolled their eyes. “Of course. Of course . The one time I get the afternoon shift I ask for, and some crazy ghost decides to show up.”

Another gust of hot, dry air blew over Valerie’s head. She and Danny cringed in sync. Taylor was a perfectly chill person and all, but they had a habit of being a little too blunt. And bluntness did not exactly work well when ghosts were involved.

“He’s mine !” the ghost screeched. “If you won’t tell me where he is, then maybe I should persuade you through… other means . I’ll gladly rip you apart limb by limb until you talk.”

Taylor’s frown melted into concern. “Wait, wait, I didn’t -”

Several things seemed to happen at once.

Valerie caught sight of Danny’s other eye popping open, and she instantly recognized the determined twinkle in his eye - the same one that Phantom got when he was about to dive headfirst into a situation he probably shouldn’t. Under her hand, she felt his muscles tense, ready to spring into action.

At the same time, Taylor’s eyes widened until they nearly popped out of their head. Valerie felt it as the ghost surged forward, her fury following her in a cloud of heat and debris from the destroyed entrance.

In that moment, Valerie had a number of thoughts. The first of which was simply that Danny Fenton needed to stop getting himself into these situations.

The second of which was that none of them, Danny included, probably got paid enough to deal with these sorts of things.

The third of which was that there was no way she was about to let some possessive ghost steal away the boy who had single handedly changed her world more than once, the boy who had waited for her with such patience and such kindness, the boy who had kissed her a few nights ago and shown just how much he cared for her through the golden light of a dozen blob ghosts.

And so before Danny could jump up on his own, she seized his wrist and pulled him up herself.

“Ex-cuse me?” she shouted, jamming her free hand onto her hip.

And just like that, Valerie Gray found herself staring down a cheerleader.

The sheer surprise from the ghost being a cheerleader of all things nearly caused her to falter, but she managed to catch herself in the nick of time. Granted, it was truly a ghostly cheerleader, with pom-poms and hair of fire, fangs protruding from her perfectly red lips, and arms almost twice the normal length, but it was still a cheerleader nonetheless.

The ghost did not do as well at hiding her surprise. She stopped in her tracks and slowly turned her fiery red eyes towards the pair. Her eyes landed on Valerie first, then…

“There you are!” she exclaimed, and Danny squeaked, gripping onto Valerie’s hand for his half-life. “Why did you run, my love? I was only going to make our relationship official . Just a little bite! It wouldn’t even hurt!”

Something snapped in Valerie, and she pulled Danny closer to her. “What are you talking about, your relationship? He’s already taken, thank you very much.” Even as she spoke the words, her heart pounded.

This was so not how she would’ve liked to go about this.

Danny whipped around, his blue eyes boring into hers and his mouth gaping wordlessly. “I’m what ?”

“Who’s this now?” the cheerleader asked. She bared her fangs and narrowed her eyes in Valerie’s direction.

Despite the new wave of intense heat that blasted her, Valerie remained resolute. “I’m the girl who’s about to kick your sorry butt if you don’t leave my Danny alone!”

Her words hit her a second too late. She could only pray her blush would be written away as redness from the heat and not embarrassment.

“ Your Danny?” the ghost hissed, her voice an ominous growl. “Some pitiful, silly human thinks she can take my love away from me? From me ?” She began to laugh hysterically. “You have no idea who you’re messing with, girlie. Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned, after all.”

“Come any closer and I’ll show you the fury of a woman scorned.”

The cheerleader’s face melted into a sinister grin. “I was gonna tear this one’s arms off and use them for toothpicks,” she said, nodding towards a terrified Taylor, “but I’ll gladly start with you instead!”

Valerie had no idea what possessed her the moment the ghost lunged towards her and Danny. Maybe it was the sheer mental exhaustion from having her world turned upside down over the past few days. Maybe it was little more than a moment of panic. Maybe it was the burning drive to prove herself to this she-demon and show that no one would come between her and the people she loved.

(She’d dwell on that last bit later.)

She turned to Danny. “Quick, kiss me!”

Danny tore his eyes away from the cheerleader. “Wait, what ?”

And because she didn’t have time to try and convince him or tell him her plan (not that she had one), Valerie flung her arms around his neck and pulled him in close.

The moment their lips touched, something akin to a spark erupted between them, creating an audible crackle in the air.

Or maybe that was just the ghostly edge to the cheerleader’s shriek of pure rage.

Valerie liked to believe it was the former.

Whatever it was, the effects were instantaneous. She had her eyes closed tightly as she kissed Danny, but she could feel as the heat that had been flooding the two of them stopped abruptly, almost as if Danny’s naturally cool presence had been amplified to create a barrier around them. The change in temperature was soothing against her irritated skin. Judging by the way Danny relaxed into her embrace, the change felt just as nice to him.

“Whoa, whoa!” Taylor shouted from behind them. “Keep it PG, jeez .”

Behind her closed eyelids, Valerie rolled her eyes. Overdramatic much?

At some point, the cheerleader’s incessant shriek became too much for her ears to handle, and she broke the kiss. Still leaned in close, she put her lips next to Danny’s ear. “Thermos?” she whispered.

For a moment, Danny just wavered in place, staring with a dreamy, unfocused look in his eyes. “Huh?”

She thwacked him on the shoulder. “Focus, Fenton!”

“Oh!” He shook his head. “Right! Uh, thermos! Yes! Not, uh… I’m just - um…” He peered past Valerie’s shoulder to where Taylor stood. “Just… don’t let them see, I - er…”

She watched in amusement as he clumsily patted his pockets, then reached beside him. His hand disappeared into thin air for a moment before reappearing with a Fenton Thermos.

“A literal pocket dimension,” he whispered with a goofy grin. The thermos nearly slipped from his grip, and he flailed to catch it.

Valerie was faster. She snatched the thermos out of his loose hold. “Yeah, no pocket dimension can make you any less of a dork.”

“Maybe, but I’m still your dork.”

Her face burned red, but she still managed to point the thermos at the still-shrieking cheerleader and suck her in. “A dork who let one kiss distract him that badly,” she threw back, handing the full thermos to him. “And put that back in your ‘pocket’ before you drop it.”

“I’m not gonna drop it!” In spite of his protest, he slipped the thermos back into the empty space. “See?”

“Wow, congratulations on doing something your average toddler can do and not drop something.”

“Aw, you noticed?” He flashed her a wide, impish smile. “Do I get another kiss for that?” he asked with a wink.

Valerie hummed and turned back to the cash register. “I don’t know. Do you have a decent explanation as to why there’s some ghost girl chasing after you?”

Danny opened his mouth and froze with a finger in midair. “Uh… Okay, wait, listen! There’s a perfectly good explanation for this. I didn’t start it, I swear! She saw me fly- er, walking around and just pounced on me!”

“Mhmm.” She struggled to hide her laugh as she put on her best disinterested face. How was it that Danny Phantom, who had managed to elude her for years and fend off powerful ghost after powerful ghost, could end up struggling this much?

And how on earth did it manage to be the cutest thing ever?

“Valeriieee,” he whined, tugging at her shirt sleeve. “Please! I promise! I’m not cheating on you!”

“I didn’t know you two were together.”

Both of their heads whipped around to see Taylor leaning against the counter and shaking their head. “Or that a ghost that hot could be that terrifying.”

Valerie paused. “Wait, hot like, hot ? Or, like…”

Taylor shot her a glare. “Not. Another. Word. You do you, and I’ll do me. I could say plenty about your choice in partner.”

“My…?” She turned to Danny, matching blushes painting their faces. His endless blue eyes stared back at her helplessly. Something in her chest throbbed faster and faster, and she couldn’t help the smile that grew on her face.

“Yeah,” she said. She took his hand and squeezed it. “He’s definitely mine.”

The look on his face shone even brighter than it had a few nights ago under the light of the blob ghosts.

Taylor’s eyes bounced between the two of them. “Good for you, then, I guess. He can’t stay behind the counter, though.”

#danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #gray ghost #dp shiptember 2023 #shiptember #shiptember 2023 #anyway have i mentioned i love these two

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fruity-hub-blog · 1 year ago

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It's totally still shiptember

Have another lil drabble of my comfort ship, Plasmius and Adrien :D

#danny phantom #phandom #hot cocoa #shiptember #I am late #but in my defense they were all written #it's just work hits like a truck so yknow

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hannahmanderr · 1 year ago

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WHOOO LETS DO IT

How many works do you have on AO3? 13! It's definitely not representative of everything I've written, since a lot of the prompts and ask answers I fill here on tumblr never end up on AO3, but sometimes they'll end up there if I'm proud of them lol

What's your total AO3 word count? 93,061!

What fandoms do you write for? Pretty much exclusively Danny Phantom adsfhj. If I write for another fandom it's probably bc it's a crossover with DP let's be real

What are your top 5 fics by kudos? - Mine - 81 kudos - She didn't even bother to look up from her work. "Who'd you tick off this time?" / "It wasn't my fault!" He pressed his back flush against the counter. "She started it!" / Her eyebrow hitched upward. "Who started it?" (Gray Ghost fluff for Shiptember) - Tag - 105 kudos - Valerie has always done the chasing when it comes to ghosts, but when she's summoned by the GIW to provide key information in interrogating a ghost they believe to be part human, the tables suddenly turn. Now she's faced by her own inner conflict, and Danny's left to make a nearly impossible choice. - Glow - 143 kudos - Danny introduces Valerie to a few little friends. It goes better than he expected. Much better. (more Gray Ghost fluff) - the bond we share (who cares about the rest) - 147 kudos - CPS is called on the Fentons when Danny goes to the hospital after the latest ghost attack. It goes differently than one would expect. - Supernova - 298 kudos - The Ghost Zone is tearing itself apart. The instability threatens the future of both Earth and the Infinite Realms. Danny isn't exactly thrilled that for some reason, the responsibility to restore balance falls on him. And he's definitely not thrilled at the prospect of having to use the Ring and the Crown to do so.

Do you respond to comments? *side eye* oKAY LISTEN I am admittedly downright awful about remembering to respond to comments, but I swear up and down that whenever I get an email saying I've gotten a comment I do a little internal happy dance and I treasure that comment forever

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending? HA funny question for the Fluff Child. Uhhhh anyway not counting any of the stuff I've written on tumblr and not cross-posted, I would argue either Tag or the only shot has the angstiest ending. Bear in mind this is Hannah Angst (TM) so like it's not even all that angsty ahdfsjhfsadk

What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending? HONESTLY any of my fluff fics fsdahk. My gut response is saying that the happiest ending is Glow or In Over My Head (with you)

Do you get hate on fics? Mmmm not yet, as far as I know, but I'm sure I've gotten silent hate lolol. Which is honestly so valid, I know I tend to be Way Fluffier than I should be adfhsk

Do you write smut? If so, what kind? I plead the fifth afdshk

Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written? If I write a crossover, it's because the stars have aligned lulz. I haven't written anything too crazy in terms of crossovers, though I feel like I might have taken a stab at a DP and Psych crossover back in my FFN days? But I could be dreaming ashdfkjl

Have you ever had a fic stolen? Nope! Thankfully lol

Have you ever co-written a fic before? Yes actually! Lunch Date was co-written by me and @scarletsaphire! It turned out to be a lot of fun lol, especially getting to put Fenton and Phantom into Shenanigans

What's your all-time favorite ship? DON'T MAKE ME CHOOSE SHDFK it is most definitely a tie between Gray Ghost (Danny/Valerie), Pitch Pearl (Fenton/Phantom), and Swagger Bishie Golden Twinkie (Dash/Danny)

What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will? I have a second gen AU that I've spent a long time developing, but I doubt it will ever see the light of day dafhk. It spiraled into something Big and what with the mess I've gotten myself into with Supernova, I don't know if I can handle another longfic right now lol

What are your writing strengths? I love characters and their feelings! I don't know if I can rightfully consider it a strength, but I try to pay keen attention to characterization and how a character is feeling in any given moment. I try to focus on showing these emotions in the things they say and do

What are your writing weaknesses? Definitely action scenes. Every time I write one, I have no idea how to choreograph it, and I feel like it devolves into a flat telling of events.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic? Generally all for it! I'm not usually as into it when whole lines and conversations are being delivered in another language without a translation immediately provided, but I love throwing words and phrases into dialogue. Ghostspeak is a huge one, and another personal favorite of mine is letting Paulina use Spanish in her dialogue!

First fandom you wrote for? If we're being technical, it was probably for Sonic like way back when I was eight or something adfshkl. First published fic was DP ofc lol

Favorite fic you've written? HHHHH that's a toughie, but In Over My Head (with you) and Tag will always be personal favorites of mine. And ofc Supernova will always hold a special place in my heart!

Tagging @lavendarlily, @the-oaken-muse, @duchi-nesten, @half-deadmagicperson, and anyone else who wants to join in!

20 Q's for Fic Writers

I got tagged by @dp-marvel94! Thank you!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

I've just posted my 22nd work a few days ago!

2. What's your total Ao3 word count?

37,763

3. What fandoms do you write for?

So far, all my published fics are for Danny Phantom. It's a fandom that's near and dear to my heart and my favorite to write for. I've written fanfiction for myself in a lot of different fandoms over the years. Miraculous Ladybug, Mega Man (Star Force, Battle Network) and Fire Emblem are a few. (Will these ever see the light of day? Probs not, lol)

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 5. Frayed Ends - 37 kudos - Jazz and Maddie are fighting more often. Jack wants to reach out and help his family. 4. The Same Blood - 45 kudos - Maddie and Jack try to help a sick girl that collapsed in front of their house. They don't know what to make of her condition. Danny wants to help.

3. Returned Home - 49 kudos - Maddie finds Danny at home after he disappeared ten months ago.

2. The Broken Pieces Left Behind - 66 kudos (tie) - Maddie knew what the portal did to Danny. If she could create something that essentially turned him into a ghost, she could figure out a way to fix all of it. Even if she hasn't made any progress in the past two months, she'll keep trying. She didn't account for what Danny wanted. 1 . What's Out of Out Control - 66 kudos (tie) - Danny thought he had it under control. He thought he could finally hang out like they used to always do. Tucker could feel the rift between them widening. It wasn't getting smaller anytime soon.

5. Do you respond to comments?

I try to! There were a few comments from my two earlier fics that I never responded to and it's already been so long and I feel like I ended up putting it off too long to say anything now 😓But I'm so so thankful for all the comments I receive! I never thought anyone would read my work, let alone comment on it. I'm always between two modes of 'author commentary' and 'screaming thank you and running away'.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Lol, I love my angsty stuff and there are so many different flavors of angst, so it's hard to pick just one. I'd say the piece I aimed to write for Angst Fest, The Broken Pieces Left Behind, might be it. It ends on a rather hopeless note for the Fenton family that even I don't know how to make everything better for them

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

Probably Home for a Cat. It was for a Ectoberhaunt prompt that I was absolutely stumped on. So I decided someone was going to adopt a cat by the end of the fic.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

Ahh, so I actually posted a fic on FFN wayyy back when I was in high school. I remember it being received pretty well but I got a really rude comment on a simple spelling mistake. Back then, I was just told I had dyslexia a few years prior and I had some really bad self-esteem issues tied in with that. So, yeah, that comment basically made me terrified to ever show my work to anyone ever.

It's been over ten years since then and I wanted to actually get over that fear. I impulsively decided to do Angst Fest with the mindset that no one would even look at what I posted. Not only did people look, everyone has been so kind!!!

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

lkdajldkf, nope. I get flustered trying to write basic romance and having two characters hold hands, lmao. Major props to those that can, it's definitely a skill that takes time to master just like any other genre.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I haven't.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Also haven't had this either.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Nope, but it seems like a lot of fun.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Back when the show was airing, Amethyst Ocean (Danny/Sam) was my go to. I'm a sucker for friends to lovers tropes and it's really nostalgic for me. But, I don't really read a lot of shippy things for Danny Phantom, so ships don't make or break a fic for me.

If I'm looking to read romance, the whole Love Square (MariChat my beloved) with Miraculous Ladybug will always be great. Even if I jumped ship on the show around season 2 or 3 and I have no clue what they're doing now, lol.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I honestly have so many WIPs that are unfinished on my computer from over the years. Maybe a super old one that I titled 'Phantoms in the Daylight'. Angst once more with Character Death as the main pain point. I like the beginning but oh boy, does it get sloppy and confusing real quick. I'd need serious outlining energy put into it if I'd ever want to salvage it and I just don't have it in me.

16. What are your writing strengths?

Dialogue! Give me two blorbos and I'll make them talk forever.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Scenery and description. I love the dialogue portion so much that I end up running into the floating heads in an empty room problem in the first drafts of my fics. My first round of edits are dedicated to making sure I have a scene and grounding characters into it. And then I have to go back later to make it not feel so robotic sounding.

(Also a weakness but more as in fic than writing. Summaries and Titles. I stare at my drafts on AO3's editor for at least half an hour trying to pull something together, lol)

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

I can probably talk about this for hours, lol. I absolutely love foreign languages, especially when it comes to linguistics. So, I'll try to be brief, lmao. Short answer: depends on the fic but normally no. I already spend so much time fussing over the word choice/slang/formality/dialect characters use in my native language. I don't have a good enough grasp on another language for it to sound natural to the reader. ("They would not fucking say that" is my internal monologue during dialogue edits, lol)

19. First fandom you wrote for?

It's a toss up between Pokemon and Danny Phantom. I first learned about fanfiction from a friend who showed me FFN for the Pokemon fics. I looked around the site and found all of the Danny Phantom fics soon after and got hooked on those. I started writing around then and it would have been for one of those two.

20. Favorite fic you've written?

Hard to chose one! Writing technicality wise, I'm proud of how What Remains on the Table turned out. I consider description my weak point, so the original draft was 0 dialogue with very stiff descriptions. I was able to edit it to really practice my environmental storytelling. (Although, please mind the tags if you click the link as it does deal with the dissection topic)

I'm not sure who's been tagged and I'm not sure who writes fanfic, so @lavendarlily, @fangirlwriting-stories, @grub-xd, @nanaarchy and anyone else that wants to join!

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ave-aria · 2 years ago

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Title: “That moment when you’ve convinced your girlfriend to leave the ghost hunting equipment at home so you guys can have a nice normal day at the pumpkin patch but now you are suuuuuper regretting it because the facility’s creepy looking scarecrow just set off your ghost sense.”

Shiptember Day 7: Pumpkin Patch!

My Brain: Hey do you still remember how to draw pumpkins and sunflowers without a reference Me: uhhhhhhhh yeah I think so, why? Brain: Great! So here’s the idea--

Whew, I don’t think I’ve created this much art for a while, actually. My new tablet has been working so well <3

Previous days: [Day 1] [Day 2] [Day 2 alternate] [Day 4] [Day 5] [Day 6] [Today]

#Danny Phantom #DP Shiptember 2022 #Gray Ghost #Valerie Gray #Danny Fenton #Pumpkin Patch #Halloween #October #fanart #Sketchy Sketch #trying new techniques for coloring~

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dreamwraith · 2 years ago

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Shiptember Day 3: 3rd Wheel

Ship: Pitch Pearl (parasite theory; Phantom was a ghost bonded to Danny)

Summary: During a cross-country road trip, Sam and Tucker notice something going on between Danny and Phantom. They call Jazz in a panic, but she blows past their every excuse until reaching the real reason for their discomfort: Sam and Tucker don't want things to change.

“Tucker!” Jazz interrupted, her voice ringing through the speaker phone. “Slow down! Start over. What’s happening between Danny and Phantom?”

Tucker forced himself to draw in a deep breath. “Okay, so….” He sat on the hotel bed in a further attempt to calm himself. “It started once Phantom got behind the wheel—”

“You guys let him drive? He doesn’t have a driver’s license!”

“He and Danny were still merged when they were learning how to drive,” Tucker said defensively. “So, he knows how to drive, he just can’t get his driver’s license because he’s not technically a citizen. It’s total bullshit which is why we agreed to make him part of the rotation.”

“And if a cop pulled you guys over?”

“Then Phantom would have overshadowed them. Come on, Jazz, we thought this through. We’re adults now too, you know.”

Jazz snorted. “You’re all barely eighteen,” she muttered.

Sam looked away from the window, and the two friends shared a commiserating eye roll. Dealing with Danny’s sister could be trying sometimes.

“Anyway,” Tucker said forcefully, “that’s when it started.”

“What started?”

“The…” Tucker met Sam’s eyes again, hoping she knew how to describe what they saw, but she only shrugged. “The thing. The thing going on between Danny and Phantom. Danny sat in the passenger seat and coached Phantom through the motions until he started picking up on it again. That was fine. Then the inside jokes started. Just. Little jokes about when Jack and Maddie were trying to teach them. Danny or Phantom would laugh and it was like…like…”

“And that made you and Sam feel left out? Is that what this is about?”

“That’s not the issue here,” Tucker said, evading the question. “It. Just. Didn’t. Stop.”

“They shared a mind for almost two years, Tucker. Of course they’re close.”

“Not like this,” Tucker insisted.

Sam pushed away from the window and approached Tucker on the bed. “Has Danny been hanging out with Phantom?” she asked Jazz.

“Wouldn’t you guys know that better than me?” Jazz asked, confused. “I’m at Harvard, remember? I haven’t seen either of them since Spring Break.”

“Yeah, but you speak to them on the phone, right?” Sam pushed. “Does Danny ever mention Phantom?”

“Of course he does. He keeps me updated on things over there. Phantom fought off an invasion last week, right? He’s worn out, and that’s why you all insisted on this trip?”

“Personal details, Jazz,” Sam clarified. “Does Danny mention anything beyond Phantom’s hero activities?”

“Maybe? I didn’t realize I was supposed to be looking for that kind of information.”

“He’s your brother!” Sam exclaimed. “Shouldn’t you care about how he’s doing?”

“Danny’s doing just fine,” Jazz said, defensive. “A little depressed that you guys are leaving for college, but otherwise…”

“She meant Phantom, Jazz,” Tucker said. “Your other brother.”

“What?”

“Phantom’s your brother too!”

“I love him like a brother, but why do I get the feeling you two are trying to create an artificial relation between us?”

Sam and Tucker shared a forlorn glance. “If Jazz doesn’t even see him as a brother,” Tucker whispered to Sam, “what are the chances Danny sees him as a brother?”

“Evidence would suggest the odds are slim to none,” she replied, huffing.

“And anyway,” Jazz continued, “ I talk to Phantom on the phone too. I don’t need to ask Danny when I can just ask Phantom directly how he’s doing. He’s stressed and suffering from PTSD, by the way. I think this road trip will be good for him. He needed to get away from Amity Park for a while and remember it’s okay to relax every now and then.”

“Does he mention Danny?” Tucker asked quickly.

“Why are you guys so fixated on this? I just said Phantom has PTSD! That’s a little more important, you know.”

“Just answer the question, Jazz,” Sam said. “We’re focusing on one problem at a time, we’ll deal with that later.”

“What is the problem exactly?”

“Does Phantom mention Danny?” Sam repeated.

“No,” Jazz said forcefully, almost groaning the word. “Not very often, anyway. Mostly just when he saves him. He likes bragging about it. I think he gets some sort of ironic pleasure out of rescuing Danny because of their past. But otherwise, I guess their paths just don’t cross very often. Is that what you guys are getting at? You think they don’t hang out?”

“I never noticed them hanging out,” Tucker confirmed. “And Danny and I share everything! I would know if they were best buds.”

“Once they started talking, it was like they had just rediscovered an old friend,” Sam explained.

“So?”

“So they haven’t stopped talking.”

“So?”

“So it’s been six fucking hours!” Sam exclaimed.

“So?” Jazz repeated pointedly. “They have a lot to catch up on. They’ve been separate for, what? Two years?”

“So you’re saying…” Tucker and shared another glance with Sam, “six hours of nonstop talking, laughing, gossiping, and touching? That’s not weird at all?”

“Touching?”

“Danny keeps touching him,” Tucker whined. “He just won’t stop, it’s like he’s, he’s drawn to him or. Something. And Phantom keeps leaning into, like what? What the fuck?”

Jazz started laughing.

“It’s not funny!” Tucker and Sam shouted.

“Oh my gosh, you two are jealous!” Jazz cried, laughing still. “I can’t believe this!”

“I’m not jealous!” Tucker objected.

“This is serious, Jazz!” Sam yelled over Jazz’s laughter. “Your brothers are falling in love with each other!”

Jazz snorted a laugh and squeaked, “That’s why you guys keep pushing the brother angle, oh my, ohhh my sides…”

“Jazz!”

“It would be so much easier for you two if Danny and Phantom were actually like twins, wouldn’t it?” Jazz said, snorting still, her tone mockingly sympathetic. “Then you could just sweep all the discomfort under one easily labeled trash can and throw it out, huh?”

“What are you talking about?” Sam demanded.

“Forget it. I can see you two aren’t mature enough for that sort of introspection.”

“Hey!”

“What makes you think they’re falling in love?” Jazz asked. "One six-hour conversation during a long car ride doesn’t really mean anything, you know.”

“It’s the way they’re speaking to each other,” Tucker said, groaning. “I don’t think you understand, Jazz. And it wasn’t just during the car ride. It was at every rest stop, too. It was during dinner. It was in the backseat. It was everywhere! We arrived at the hotel two hours ago, and they’re still talking! They went swimming together, Jazz! Swimming!”

“Oh no,” Jazz said in mock horror, “Swimming! I hope they brought protection.”

Disgusted, Tucker shoved his phone into Sam’s hands. “You explain it to her!”

Sam groaned. She sat on the bed beside Tucker, but Tucker didn’t want to sit anymore. He stood and walked over toward the window, maneuvering around the bags Danny had yet to unpack. He had set them beside the bed he had chosen, the bed he and Phantom would share. It had seemed like the least awkward arrangement when they had been making plans. Sam would get her own room; the boys would get the room with two beds. Danny and Phantom were bi, so Tucker had been just a little bit shy about sharing his bed with either of them, and Sam definitely couldn’t without stirring up old flames, which meant the two who used to share a body would have to share a bed.

Easy.

Phantom would sleep with his human half. Danny could sleep beside his ghost half.

Easy.

Nothing would happen between them, right? Danny certainly hadn’t seemed all that uncomfortable with the idea. He had only shrugged. Phantom had only seemed grateful he was actually going to sleep in a bed at all. Danny had warned him not to hog the blankets, and Phantom had warned him not to snore.

But that had been at the start of their trip. Tucker wondered now if Danny would be so blasé about sleeping beside someone like Phantom. Dubious past aside, Phantom was the hottest heartthrob in their year group, as voted by the senior yearbook—and he hadn’t even been in the running! How was Danny’s gay little heart supposed to resist Phantom after they had spent all day acting like lovestruck fools?

Was Tucker going to have to wear earplugs just to drown out their whispering? Was he going to wake up and find them spooning?

He had hoped it would happen before, but that was just because he wanted to tease them! He hadn’t wanted it like this.

“They’re so focused on each other it’s like they’re the only two people in existence,” Sam complained to Jazz.

“I’m sure they haven’t forgotten about you and Tucker.”

“Yes, they have!” Sam snapped. “You’re not here, Jazz! Trust me. They wanted to be alone so bad they ran to the swimming pool just to get away from us.”

"Did they say you couldn’t come?”

“No…”

"Then they weren’t trying to get away from you. You could have gone too.”

“Yeah, well, no thanks, I don’t feel like throwing up. I can handle only so much lovey dovey shit in a single day.”

“You could try being supportive, you know.”

Sam snorted. “They don’t need any support.”

"They will once this dream is over and they have to return to reality.”

Tucker froze, his hand halfway toward the curtain. Behind him, he heard Sam suck in a breath. “What do you mean?” she asked.

“Have you two forgotten how hard same-sex couples have to fight to be accepted? Danny hid his attraction to guys for so long out of fear, do you really want to be the ones who make him feel ashamed again?”

“This is a little more extreme than having a crush on Kwan,” Sam objected, but her voice had softened.

"Yes, it’s going to be even harder because Phantom isn’t just another boy, he’s a famous hero, an infamous troublemaker, a mystery to all Amity Park! He is under intense scrutiny, and once he starts dating another boy, that scrutiny is going to turn on Danny. Danny won’t just be judged for dating someone of the same sex either, he will be judged for dating a ghost. What would have been accepted in a straight couple will suddenly look amoral between two boys in a biracial—bi-species?—relationship.”

“Oh no,” Sam said softly.

"The worst offenders will, of course, be Mom and Dad.”

“Shit,” Tucker added. He glanced over his shoulder at Sam, but she was staring blindly into the distance.

“If Danny is serious about pursuing Phantom, he will eventually tell Mom and Dad, and then he’ll be back in that uneasy position where he has no idea if our parents will kick him out because of his connection to Danny Phantom.”

“Would they?” Sam asked quietly.

"I don’t know,” Jazz answered honestly. "They’re paranoid. They might suspect Phantom of brainwashing Danny somehow. It’s easier to believe this is all Phantom’s fault than to accept Danny likes the infamous ghost boy. They might accept Danny’s choice, but it’s equally likely they’ll try to ‘fix’ him.”

Tucker drew in a sharp breath through his teeth.

"Danny delayed and altered this confrontation, but so long as he pursues a connection to Phantom, he’s always bound to circle back to seeking Mom and Dad’s acceptance. Don’t make him have to fight for yours as well.”

Tucker pushed a hand beneath his glasses and rubbed his fingers against his eye. He turned away from the window and pressed his back against the wall, suddenly feeling sick.

“But, Jazz,” Sam said, “Phantom is Danny’s ghost half. They can’t date. They’re the same person. This isn't like if Phantom started dating some random human, this is his human half."

“First of all, that was two years ago. In all that time, Phantom has been fighting, defending, training, and only occasionally relaxing. Danny has been living as a normal student trying to catch up on his grades so he could graduate high school after spending those first two years flunking nearly every class. If you believe they are still the same person after living such extremely different experiences, you haven’t been paying attention. People change. Growth is inescapable, especially for Phantom. He’s had to learn some tough lessons that Danny has never had to face, and they have affected him as a person.”

Sam’s eyes finally met Tucker’s. She was frowning, which alerted Tucker to his own. He was relieved to see she didn’t like hearing this anymore than he did.

"Secondly,” Jazz continued, "Danny has repeatedly stated Phantom was a ghost that fused with him during the accident, he's not his ghost. It might just be a matter of disassociation where Danny is trying to distance himself from a very stressful period of his life, but from what he and Phantom have told me, they truly believe the portal accident brought two souls together for a time.”

Sam made a soft “oh” sound.

"They may look similar to us, but their souls are not the same, according to them. It might just be all in their head, but it's what they believe. That might be why they’re able to look at each other as strangers and talk for six hours without getting bored.” She scoffed. "I have no idea how they could talk so long, but I never had a crush before either, so…”

“Oh?” Tucker said archly, gaining a little of his fire back. “Danny says otherwise.”

“Danny’s a filthy liar who needs to keep his mouth shut.”

“So, this really doesn’t bother you at all?” Sam asked, cutting off Tucker’s teasing retort.

"Not really. What other people do with their lives is their own business so long as they aren’t hurting anyone. It’s something you two will learn in college someday too. I tried so hard to fix peoples’ problems when I got here, and it was totally the wrong thing to do. I hurt my friends, and I exhausted and stressed myself out over things that were none of my business. There’s only one thing I care about now. Are they happy?”

Tucker and Sam shared another look. Tucker pushed himself up from the wall, turned toward the window, and pulled aside the curtain.

“Yeah,” Sam said. She still sat on the bed. She didn’t need to see Danny’s lovestruck expression. They had been seeing it nearly all day.

“And you’re sure they’re falling for each other? It might just be friendship.”

Three stories down, Tucker saw Danny and Phantom in the pool. Or rather, he saw Danny in the pool. Phantom sat on the edge, his bare legs lazily kicking the water. Danny’s body drifted chest-deep in the water, his arms folded over the ledge, cushioning his cheek as he stared up at Phantom. It looked like Phantom was talking about something—flying maybe, given the smooth glide of his hand gestures—and Danny was just watching him.

Watching him with a little smile, a soft glow in his eyes completely unlike the kind that used to be there when he and Phantom were one.

“No way,” Tucker said. “I haven’t seen Danny look at someone like that since—” Tucker cut himself off and guiltily looked at Sam.

She sighed. “Danny has that dopey expression whenever he looks at Phantom now. You know the one.”

“Kind of strange since they don’t look that different,” Tucker said. “How can Danny be attracted to someone that looks so much like him?”

“Actually, that’s very common! You might notice couples often look alike, and this is believed to be caused by something called ‘positive sexual imprinting.’ It isn’t the only determining factor, of course, but scientists and psychologists have long studied why we—and other animals—are more attracted to mates who share physical—”

“Yeah!” Tucker interrupted. “Danny can just develop a crush on himself because humans are strange! Got it!”

"If you don’t believe me, google ‘couples that look alike.’ You’re touching on a huge academic topic here. Maybe I should make a paper about this…it's probably why Danny was attracted to Sam. You two look alike too. Remember that rumor about you two being twins?”

Sam grimaced. "That's not the same thing."

“Isn't it? I’ll repeat, Danny and Phantom aren’t brothers. Just because you two see them as brothers doesn’t mean they feel the same way. If you can’t let go of your preconceived notions and listen to what Danny says, you aren’t any better than my parents.”

Tucker grimaced. “That’s not fair…”

“Neither is forcing my brother to accept your views at the cost of his happiness!” Jazz snapped. “Danny loves you two. You are just as capable of hurting him as our parents. Knock it off. You knew all of this already. You two are just trying to justify how upset you are by shifting the blame onto Danny and Phantom. That way you don’t have to confront what’s really making you two upset.”

“Oh yeah?” Sam said hotly. “And what’s that, Doctor Jazz?”

“You and Tucker are leaving Amity Park to attend your dream colleges,” Jazz said, gentling her tone. “But Danny is staying behind. Your childhood where the three of you fought ghosts together is over. After Danny and Phantom separated, you still clung to this idea that he and Phantom were still somehow the same, because that’s how everything started. But now that they’re falling for each other you can’t hold onto that belief anymore. This is the end of that chapter, and the beginning of something new, something you two won’t be a part of. That’s why you’re upset. That’s why you want them to stop.”

Tucker made a low noise and stared down at Danny and Phantom.

“You’re getting a little too good at that phsycobabble stuff,” Sam said quietly.

“Please, I should have let you two discover it on your own if I really wanted it to stick. But Danny and Phantom don’t have that kind of time. If they actually fall in love on this trip—or even if they just get closer —that will be good for them. Phantom needs that human connection, and Danny will need someone after you two leave for the semester.”

“Why doesn’t Danny just leave with us?” Tucker asked, subdued. “He doesn’t have to stay in Amity Park anymore.”

“He said he didn’t feel right leaving Phantom to deal with the ghosts on his own.”

“Really?” Tucker perked up a little. “So maybe this thing isn’t actually all that new.”

“Nope.”

“You said they never mentioned each other,” Sam accused.

“I said Phantom rarely mentioned Danny. Danny talks about Phantom’s all the time. I suspected something like this might happen. It seems even Danny isn’t immune to Phantom’s heroics, but I could never be sure if it was just admiration or…admiration, you know? What about Phantom?”

“What about him?”

“Do you think he feels the same way?”

“Yes,” Sam answered promptly. “Without a doubt.”

Tucker groaned. “If he ever took his eyes off Danny, it was only because he was driving. It was his idea to go swimming…”

“Oh, the dreaded swimming. All that bare skin. How scandalous.”

“Shut up, Jazz.”

“Are they still in the pool?” Sam asked warily.

Tucker hummed, watching as Danny pushed away from the edge. Phantom slid into the water so gracefully he had to be using his flight powers. They were still talking. They were still focused entirely on each other. The underwater lamps rendered Phantom’s glow obsolete, and for a moment he didn’t look any different from a human aside from his white hair. He dove under the water, and a second later, Danny was yanked under with him.

“They were just talking, but it looks like they’re playing now,” Tucker said.

“Are you two watching them?”

“Noooo,” Tucker and Sam said in unison.

“You two are impossible.”

“Shut up, Jazz,” Sam said loftily, “our friend is falling in love here. These are trying circumstances.”

“Yeah, yeah. Give them privacy, you stalkers.”

Tucker made a rude noise. Danny and Phantom finally broke the surface, both of them panting. Danny’s face was red, but he was laughing. He splashed Phantom, and Phantom splashed him back. They did that a few more times, and then Danny threw himself at Phantom, and they went under again.

“They really do look happy,” Tucker said quietly.

“Just let them do their own thing,” Jazz suggested. “Neither one of them has had a serious relationship in a while. I doubt they’ll be able to think clearly if they are infatuated. Just give it time. They’ll calm down. Eventually. You have all summer, right?”

Sam groaned. “Don’t remind me…”

“All summer to watch our friend fall in love with a super powered hero and forget about us,” Tucker said. “Fun.”

“Maybe we should crash their little pool date,” Sam said thoughtfully.

“Oh!” Tucker let the curtain fall closed and turned around to face her, his eyes bright. “Now that sounds fun! I’m going to cannonball right between them!”

Sam flashed him a wicked grin.

Jazz groaned through the speaker. “Why do I even bother…?”

“Thanks for your help, Jazz,” Sam said, lifting the phone. “But we need to breakup their romantic night now. Bye.”

“Bye. Tell Danny I love him. Oh, and, if it comes up at any point in this trip, remind them to practice safe sex or I will personally come down there and give them a lecture they’ll never forget.”

“That’s so won’t be necessary with the two of us on duty, right, buddy?” Tucker said, grinning at Sam.

She cackled. “You bet!”

“Uh-huh,” Jazz said, unconvinced. “You two will keep two hormonal teenagers from doing anything when one of them has ghost powers? I bet you twenty dollars you’ll catch them making out in the backseat at some point.”

“First of all, that’s my car and they better fucking not,” Sam said. “Secondly, you’re on. We got this, right, Tuck?”

“Right!” Tucker said, pumping his fist. “There will be no falling in love on my watch!”

“You can probably stop them from kissing, but you can’t stop them from falling in love.”

“Ha!” Sam scoffed.

“Watch us!” Tucker shouted.

“That’s—you know what, never mind. Have fun. Don’t get yourselves killed.”

Sam and Tucker laughed. “Bye, Jazz!”

Sam ended the call, and Tucker pounded his fist into his palm. “Let’s do this!”

#Danny Phantom #Danny Fenton #pitch pearl #DP Shiptember 2022 #3rd wheel #Danny and Phantom as separate people #bittersweet #Timon- and Pumba-inspired panic lol #Warning: Sam and Tucker try to claim Danny and Phantom are like brothers as an excuse for why this shouldn't happen #Jazz is unimpressed and calls bullshit #implied road trip #writing trance

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vampirequeenoffan · 3 years ago

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Shiptember day five: Pushing Each Other’s Buttons

The fact that they’re constantly insulting each other is half the reason I like this ship. The other is the *chef’s kiss* dramatic tension

Danny’s about to get shot lmao

#Danny Phantom #Valerie Gray #Gray Ghost #dp shiptember 2021 #Red Huntress

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ghostgothgeek · 2 years ago

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Here we go! Prompts for Shiptember 2022. You can choose one each day or double up if you'd like!

Please use the tag #DP Shiptember 2022 for your posts!

#let's get some FLUFF up in this bitch #enjoy the random photos #DP Shiptember 2022 #Shiptember #Danny Phantom #let's see your cute romancey ship content!

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wastefulreverie · 3 years ago

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another revelation (draws us closer)

written for day 4 of @ghostgothgeek‘s Shiptember 2021: Awkward

Valerie didn't have time for this.

In theory, escaping the broken elevator should be a piece of cake. With her blasters, she could pull apart the doors no problem and then maneuver her way up onto the next floor. All it took was one small mental command for her suit, letting the metal wash over her civilian clothes. Then she could join Phantom in the fight against whatever ghost had decided to wreak havoc at her school this time.

But as luck would have it, Danny Fenton was in the elevator with her. His eyes darted around the elevator, scanning for some way out. She didn't doubt his resourcefulness, he was a Fenton after all, but Valerie couldn't wait that long. She needed out of this damn elevator and she needed out now.

"This isn't good…" he muttered. "There's ghosts out there."

"Yeah, no shit. We need to get out of here before they bring the fight to us."

Or so she could bring the fight to them, but Danny didn't have to know that. She just had to act like she was worried for their safety and he wouldn't question why she was really eager to get out of the elevator.

Ever since her alliance with Phantom, she tried her best not to let the other hero take on too much of the workload. She felt like shit, just standing here while Phantom was out there fighting the battle all alone. There wasn't much that kept him away from a fight. She envied him for not having to deal with all this secret identity bullshit.

"Maybe my parents will take care of it…?" he suggested.

She scoffed. "Your parents' reaction time is crap. Phantom will be here long before them."

"Ah… yeah."

He didn't look like he had much faith in the ghost kid. Odd. Unlike his ghost hunting parents, Danny usually supported Phantom. At least that's how he made it sound in school—maybe he was just putting on for his classmates and shared more of his parents' beliefs than he let on?

Outside of the elevator, there was a crash. Danny jumped back, almost sending Valerie falling to the floor.

"Sorry…" he rubbed the back of his neck.

"You're good," she insisted.

It didn't sound like Phantom was doing a good job with damage control today. All more reason for her to get out of this elevator.

Her partner needed her.

Fuck this. Danny Fenton knowing her secret wasn't ideal, but she was out of options. Maybe since his parents were ghost hunters, he'd be somewhat understanding...

"I have something to tell you!"

Valerie did a double take.

They'd spoken over each other at the same time.

"I'm the Red Huntress!"

"I have a crush on you!"

Danny's eyes blew wide in shock and Valerie had to make sure that her feet were still on the ground.

Oh God. That was not what she was expecting.

She cared about Danny, she really did, but she didn't feel the same way. Maybe the shock of the first revelation would soften the rejection?

"I have a crush on Phantom!" "I'm Phantom!"

… what.

WHAT.

"Uh… I was not expecting you to say that," he admitted. "I wouldn't have… wouldn't have said that if uh. Yeah."

"I'm sorry," she grabbed him by the arm, "you're WHAT?"

Her face was hot and she had no doubt she was blushing. He could not be serious right now. He was just fucking with her, messing with her head. Because that's what Danny Fenton did!

He tensed in her grip. "I'm sorry, I wasn't uh. I mean, you said you're the Red Huntress and I already knew so I just thought it was fair to admit it because that wasn't fair to you to blow your secret while I kept mine and I've really been meaning to come clean since our truce and I've been putting it off because I was afraid that I'd make things weird between us and now I have and—"

She put her hand over his mouth. "Shut up."

He gave a muffled, "Mm-hm."

"You're not Phantom. Phantom, if you haven't noticed, is a ghost. I don't know why you're playing with me, especially after I just told you I'm an actual ghost hunter but it's not funny at all. Now, if you don't mind, I have to go take care of that ghost—"

She watched in horror as the hand held against Danny's mouth pushed through his head and into the space behind him. Danny stepped to the side, far too calm for someone who'd just had an arm pass through his skull. "Yeah, so about that. I am a ghost."

In a flash of light, Danny's clothes began to darken and stretch—skin tight. His eyes glowed toxic green and all remnants of color were stripped from his hair, leaving it stark white. In a matter of moments, Danny Fenton became the striking image of Phantom.

His feet left the floor and Valerie's whole world spun on its axis.

"And a pretty good-looking one, I may add," his voice dripped with cheekiness. "Given that I've captured the affections of one gorgeous ghost hunter~!"

Holy shit.

He was Phantom.

She'd just… she'd just told her crush she liked him.

He was never going to let her live this down.

"No!" she bemoaned. "Not you!"

Phantom frowned. "Uh… that wasn't. I'm uh, sorry if I wasn't what you expected..."

"This is humiliating!" she cried. "I just told you to your face and—and—"

There was another crash outside of the elevator. Valerie spun toward the noise, danger forgotten. Phantom reacted as well, raising his ectoblast-charged fists toward the commotion.

"We can talk later," he said. "I'll get us out of here."

Before Valerie could protest, Phantom pulled her toward him and she felt her insides chill. They flew through the elevator door, and as fast it had come, the foreign feeling ceased. Phantom lowered her to the floor and gave her a knowing nod before flying off toward the battle.

Well, it was now or nothing.

If the fight wasn't awkward, then the conversation afterward definitely was.

She and Phantom—Danny?—managed to catch the ghost in under five minutes. It was all contingent on Valerie capturing the ghost in her thermos while Phantom kept it weakened. The specter struggled as it was pulled into the capture device, but they were victorious nonetheless.

Well, if they could call this a victory. The ghost, a vengeful lioness, had wreaked an unprecedented amount of havoc on the school's east wing. Several classrooms were missing walls and rows upon rows of desks had been decimated. If only they'd left the elevator sooner…

"This is going to take weeks to repair," Phantom commented. He hadn't been injured much during the fight except for a thin scratch across his forehead that bled green. If she remembered correctly, it was an injury he'd gotten during their last fight. It must've opened again. "Good thing winter break is just around the corner."

Valerie's mouth suddenly felt dry. "Y—yeah."

"So uh, about this. You… are you okay with this? Like, we're not going to break our alliance now that you know I've been lying to you and—" he blushed a furious green "—and about what I said earlier."

Phantom was Danny Fenton and he liked her back.

Valerie didn't even know where to start. Obviously, she still liked him. Being Danny Fenton didn't change much, given that she'd fallen for him once before and only broke it off because she didn't want him to get hurt because of her ghost hunting. Except, now she'd fallen for him twice and she hadn't even known it because Danny was also a ghost hunter and a ghost and—

How was it even possible?

How could someone be a human and a ghost at the same time?

"I don't get it," she blurted. "How are you the same person? Like, not that there's anything wrong with you and Danny being the same—our alliance is fine—but I don't get it."

In the air, Phantom sat cross-legged and raised a hand to his chin. (It was so cute when he did that—!)

In a rush of words, he explained his lab accident and how he'd stepped up as the town's ghostly protector. It was an eye-opening revelation that provided context for so many things she'd taken for granted. He explained how he'd known she was the Red Huntress since the beginning and how hard he'd fallen for her when they'd first dated, how he still liked her even though he respected her breaking it off.

"I just don't want to make this awkward if you don't feel the same way anymore," he said. "I know that you said you liked Phantom, not me as Danny. I'm just some dork and I get that."

She scoffed. "Yeah, you are a dork!"

Something in his resolve deflated, but she continued.

"You're a dork as Phantom too, you know? Why would that change anything? I said I like you and I meant it!"

She was blushing again, she knew it, but she couldn't quite find a reason to care.

"For real?"

Phantom let himself lower to the floor and in another flash he was Danny again. Just plain old Danny Fenton with black hair, blue eyes, and a loose T-shirt that seemed to swallow him whole.

Valerie leaned forward and grabbed his hands, looking deep into those blue eyes—which now that she looked, had small flecks of green.

"For real, Danny."

#Danny Phantom #Gray Ghost #Danny Fenton #Valerie Gray #Danny Fenton/Valerie Gray #Fanfiction #Phicc #Shiptember #Shiptember 2021 #Romance #wrwritings

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duchi-nesten · 1 year ago

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Cuddle Couch

Summary:

Valerie just wanted to buy a new couch to replace the one Cujo tore to shreds. She didn’t know babysitting her boyfriend in a furniture store would prove so difficult.

Word count: 4418 || AO3 Link

Silly Gray Ghost for Shiptember prompt: Dumbass x The Only Braincell! :]

Valerie’s life was going great.

No, really, for once it actually was. Or at least as great as a college student who’s barely getting by can have it.

She decided to go to a small college in the next town over from Amity Park. To be close by in case of a more hostile ghost attack, even though most of the dangerous attacks stopped after Danny became the Ghost King. Something about the ghosts being scared of causing trouble in the king’s liar.

The few regulars who still liked to show their faces around the town got handled by the Fentons, who got way better and more humane at ghost hunting ever since they found out their son has been the ghost boy all this time. It took them a while to get used to that, and Valerie honestly couldn’t blame them. She herself had to come to terms with the fact that she was hunting down her high school crush for two years.

Now they were both twenty and dating for a good four years. Since the ghost attacks declined, Danny decided to join her in college. They trusted that the Fentons would call them if a bigger threat showed up in town, so they rented an apartment together near the campus and lived a mostly peaceful college life with their ghost dog, Cujo.

A ghost dog, who lately got very interested in finding out what their couch tasted like. She absolutely blamed Danny for that. He always used the cushions when play-fighting with Cujo, either as punching bags or shields against Cujo’s jump attacks. There were already many teeth marks and rips in the cushions, and it was only a matter of time before the dog got interested in consuming the entire couch too. His eventual success in this endeavor led to the problem that Valerie had to face right now.

“Val, look! They have the meatballs! Like in the memes! We need to get them!”

She and Danny were currently entering an IkeaTM, in search of a replacement couch for the one that Cujo tore to shreds.

She sighed internally looking over to her excited boyfriend. Sometimes it really felt like she had two puppies to take care of instead of one. His eyes were shining with excitement –literally, there was that ectoplasmic shine to them whenever he got too hyped up about something– and she was sure that had he been in ghost form right now, his spectral tail would be swaying uncontrollably, seemingly wagging.

He was pulling at their connected hands, half dragging her to the meatball stand. Valerie shook her head, trying hard to force down the smile creeping up onto her face.

“We can get some meatballs after we find a couch, okay?” She told him, turning his attention towards the furniture part of the store instead. “But only if you behave.”

“What? I always behave.”

She gave him a pointed look.

“Okay, I usually behave. But can you blame me?” He let go of her hand to stand in front of her and gesture around them dramatically. “It’s a furniture store, Val. Furniture stores are exciting!”

“Yeah, when you’re like eight years old, not twenty. Don’t act like you’ve never been to one before.” She said, shoving him in the direction of the living room areas of the store. As they walked Danny kept observing everything like it was the first time he’s seen things like a wooden desk.

“I might’ve as well been eight last time I was in one, okay?” he explained, his hand reaching out to touch one of the desks, but Valerie quickly caught it in hers and steered him back in the direction they were going in. “My dad got us banned from every furniture store in the 50 mile radius of Amity Park. Apparently the Ikea furniture isn’t ectoplasm resistant enough for him.”

Valerie stopped in her tracks, turning to look at him sternly.

“Please tell me you are not banned in this store.”

He shrugged in response.

Great.

She resisted the urge to groan and instead turned back around to continue walking. If the Ancients were on her side today, no one would realize this supposed-to-be-adult was the child of Jack Fenton. She just prayed he wouldn’t do anything stupid enough to get a ban of his own (which would probably result in her getting banned along with him).

She loved Danny very much, but he really took after his father a lot. And he could be such a child sometimes too.

“Hey, hey, hey Val.” Danny said from behind her. She turned back again to see him standing by a big wooden closet, holding the door open. “Watch me hide in here and scare the next old guy who walks by.”

Case in point. She glared at him unamused. “Danny no.”

“Okay, then we can both hide in the closet, but you can’t blame me for what happens next.” He sent her a wink combined with the worst Flynn Rider impression she has ever seen.

She slapped him.

“Ow, what was that for?” He whined dramatically. “You know I’m joking!”

Valerie glared at him for a while longer, before sighing and dragging a hand down her face. “Can we just focus on getting the couch, please? I still have math homework to do for tomorrow.”

She continued their walk through the bedroom areas. The living rooms were finally in her sight now and Oh Ancients there were so many. She heard Danny following right behind her. “Val, you have intro math, that takes like…literally no time.”

“Yeah, maybe for you asshat. You don’t get a say in this, you didn’t get the shit teacher this year.” She made a point of not looking at him this time. The arguing would only slow them down. They could multitask arguing and getting a couch.

“Awh, but Ms. Rekdal lets you guys cheat.” Of course, Danny decided that no eye-contact would not do and caught up to her so they could walk side by side, literally forcing himself in her view. “Didn’t she already post the answers or something? Just copy those.”

And fine, maybe he was right. Her stupid math teacher decided it was a great idea to share full answers to their assignments three days before the deadline, which meant that the majority of her classmates most likely did copy them. Heck, when Danny had classes with Ms. Rekdal last year, he didn’t even look at the assignments before the answers were posted. But he actually understood math. She couldn’t do that, she was too responsible for this. “I need to do it myself, or else I won’t understand the material and will inevitably fail the exam.”

As she explained that to him they finally reached some living room spaces. There were a lot of different couches there that immediately stole all her attention. Looking closer at the information on one called VIMLE, she almost didn’t hear what Danny said next.

“I can always overshadow you and write your exam for you.”

She whipped around from the VIMLE to yell at him. “COUCH, DANNY.”

“Right, right, okay. Couch.” he raised his hands in a sign of surrender and actually started scanning the furniture with her.

Valerie huffed and went back to checking out the couch she was looking at. It was a sectional with three seats, one of which was designed for lounging. Some sort of smooth black material which was surprisingly soft to the touch covered the cushions. She braced herself before looking at the price and… yep, one thousand and nine hundred dollars. That would not do.

She noted the prices on the other couches surrounding her. A soft gray three seater with a bunch of cute pillows. One thousand seven hundred and fifty dollars. Another sectional, this one in cream white colors and material that looked rougher than the cheapest kind of toilet paper. One thousand six hundred and forty-nine dollars. A two seater in faux brown leather that was so shiny Valerie was sure if she sat on it her butt would slide right off. One thousand seven hundred and ninety-nine dollars.

Why the hell were couches so expensive? Finding an affordable one was going to be so much harder than she had first assumed.

Between her and Danny, they didn’t really have much money. She worked a part time job at a little corner cafe right beside campus, and while it was way nicer and more cozy than her previous job at the Nasty Burger, it barely paid any better. Danny helped out with his parents’ business, which definitely bloomed after ghosts proved to be real. With his ghostly expertise, he was very good at assisting in their research or helping develop some new inventions and they made sure to pay him accordingly.

Unfortunately, all of this income combined with both of their student loans was still only barely enough to get by. They could afford some cool stuff from time to time, but a couch worth seventeen hundred dollars was way too big of an expense to spend at once.

“Hey Val, check this out.” Danny’s voice brought her out of her musings. She turned her gaze in his direction where he stood over a couch, which was similar to the first one she looked at. The only difference was the stiffer material and the fact that it was blue. “This one is called an ektorp.”

She made sure to give him the most unamused expression. “And?”

He sent her a broad grin back. “That reads like ecto RP. I think we should get an ecto roleplay, Val, we’re really good at those.”

“Do you want me to slap you again?”

Could someone please remind her why she loved this idiot? It was hard to remember sometimes.

Clearly Danny was going to be of no help. Valerie looked around and spotted an IkeaTM worker, who was clicking away on a computer at a desk station close by. Bingo.

To make sure she didn’t lose Danny, she took his hand in hers once more, her fingers briefly brushing over the silly bracelet he always wore. The one she made him when they were younger. She had a matching one at home, made by him. It fell apart earlier today – as it tended to do from time to time, Danny wasn’t the best at handcrafts –but he promised to fix it again when they got back from the store.

A fond smile found its way on her face and she had to force it down as she dragged Danny to approach the man behind the desk. Couch first, feelings of fondness later. She needed to focus. “Uh… excuse me?”

The man raised his head at the sound of her voice. Valerie noted that his nametag read Adam. “How can I help you?” he asked, clearly using his customer service voice.

“My partner and I are looking for an affordable couch for our apartment, uh… Do you have anything…” she motioned to the couches behind them “cheaper?”

“My wife apparently isn’t fond of the ecto-stuff.” Danny added in a fake serious tone, barely holding back a giggle and Valerie had to step on his foot to shut him up. He barely reacted though.

“Ah, a newly wed couple!” Adam exclaimed, clapping his hands together excitedly. The previous customer service tone gone in lieu of real emotions. Before Valerie could correct him or Danny could make another stupid remark, Adam started rapidly typing something out on the computer. “We have a few models that might interest you! Some ASARUM, KLIPPAN or LYCKSELE LÖVÅS!”

As Adam continued listing what appeared to be some couch names, Danny leaned in to whisper in Valerie’s ear. “Is that guy possessed or is that just swedish? I really can’t tell.”

Valerie glared at him, but he just grinned back, clearly proud of his stupid joke.

“We also have some LINANÄS alternatives.” Adam continued unbothered.

Danny’s eyes lit up and he couldn’t hold back the giggle this time as he once more leaned in to whisper to her. “Val, did you hear? They have Lil Nas X.”

Valerie stepped on his foot again. Harder than previously. A little wince actually crossed his face this time.

“If you follow me I can show you some of those cheaper options?” Adam asked, clearly oblivious to the shit Danny’s been telling her.

“Yes, that would be lovely, thank you.” Valerie said. As Adam started leading the way, she sent a quick glare towards Danny, before following after the man.

“We have this NYHAMN model, which can turn into a bed.” Adam pointed to a very ugly, gray couch that was honestly more springs than cushion. Valerie felt her back ache just from looking at it.

“Uh…We already do have a bed, so maybe let’s just focus on the couch part.” She said, mustering her most polite smile.

“That’s fair.” Adam said, leading the way to another living room set. He gestured to the brown couch sitting by the white table in the middle of the area. “This is currently our cheapest option. It doesn’t look like much, but it has great reviews!”

It really didn’t look like much. It actually looked like nothing at all. It was very bulky, like a big piece of block, where someone carved out one corner, so it was flat enough to sit on. Valerie was sure she'd seen Danny build a better couch in minecraft.

“And how much does it cost?” She asked unsure.

“Three hundred and sixty dollars.” The man said with a smile, folding his hands in front of him.

Well, that was at least affordable. It didn’t look like the best couch and frankly didn’t seem very comfortable either, but it wasn’t like they could afford much else if this was the cheapest option.

Sighing, Valerie turned to ask Danny for his opinion, but her heart sank when she noted that he was not there.

Oh no.

“Thank you sir!” She turned to Adam. “I’ll think about this one! I just need to find my boyfriend first.” She said quickly pointing in the direction they came from, which was where she’s last seen Danny.

“Boyfriend? Weren’t you two married?”

Before she could answer that, a random guy, donning the IkeaTM manager t-shirt, approached them. He looked sternly at Adam. “Mr. Hendrickson, I need to call you in for a meeting to discuss your social media presence.”

“Oh, double fuck.” Adam muttered, before catching himself. “I mean, of course, sir! But I’m kind of… in the middle of helping this lady over here.”

The manager guy turned his gaze from the nervous employee to Valerie. He was about to say something, but she cut him off.

“I’m fine! I got the help I needed! I’ll just… go!” she said swiftly turning on her heel and speed walking out of there.

The longer Danny was left unattended, the more likely it was that he would get in trouble.

She scanned the entire store trying to find her dumbass. She quickly looked all over in the bedroom areas, office areas and the bathroom ones. She finally stopped at a fake little kitchen that looked strangely like something out of an 80s movie. Danny would definitely make a malewife joke if he was here right now.

She pulled out her phone, ready to call this idiot when someone put their chin on her shoulder. She flinched and quickly turned around to kick whoever it was in the face, but instead she was greeted with the smiling face of her stupid boyfriend.

“I’m getting you something and you can’t say no.” Saying that, he pulled out a BLÅHAJ from behind his back.

“Danny!” she yelled, irritated.

“Aaaaaand, just so he’s not alone…” Danny continued, showing his other hand which held a DJUNGELSKOG. “I’m getting this one for Cujo.”

“Danny, I am going to severely injure you if you run off like that again.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time.”

She was so ready to punch him. Or actually pull out her guns and shoot him. It wouldn’t hurt him too bad in his human form, but would definitely send a message. The only thing stopping her was the fact that she did not want to end up banned from the store like the Fenton family did.

“Can we PLEASE just focus on getting the couch? Are you able to behave for at least 10 minutes?” she asked instead.

“I’m not a kid, I can behave in a furniture sto-” he stopped suddenly, looking behind her and Valerie had to brace herself for whatever it was that got his attention now. “Oh Ancients look at those LED lights.”

Holding DJUNGELSKOG and BLÅHAJ in one hand, he used the other one to drag her over to the colored strips of LED lights. She tried to dig her heels into the floor to protest, but he could be very strong when he actually let himself be.

“DANNY WE NEED TO GET A COUCH.”

“Okay, but we should get some of these LEDs to put under the couch.” He gestured to the lines of boxes filling out the shelfs, every one of them with a different set of LEDs lights. “Imagine the VIBES.”

She sighed, rubbing her temples in an attempt to calm down. “Danny, baby, we can barely afford a couch.” She said in a softer tone this time.

She wasn't sure if he even registered what she was saying. His eyes were too busy studying all the different colors and lengths of the LED strips the store had available. He picked up one of the boxes and hummed quietly, before turning to look at her.

“Did you find one that you liked?” he asked.

“I found one we can afford. It's not the best, but it should be enough.”

He hummed again, putting away the box he was looking at and picking up another one. Her patience was slowly running out as she watched him scan the box. She was about to ask him to go check out the couch, when he spoke again.

“We should get a corner couch.They’re great for cuddling.”

Was he joking?

“Danny, those are expensive as shit, we cannot afford a corner couch.” She’s seen some of those and all their prices ranged in the two to three thousands dollars.

He shrugged at the box and tucked it under his arm, the one holding the stuffed animals. “That’s where you’re wrong!” He smirked at her, with that stupid shit-eating grin he usually only matched with the white hair and green eyes. “See, recently my parents helped me get this grant for this one research that I really wanted to do. The one with, ah you know… mapping out the nearest points of The Ghost Zone?”

Valerie furrowed her eyebrows. “You already have maps of the Ghost Zone.” And he’s had them for years. She had seen them all herself. So many folders, full of drawings, descriptions and models of different parts of the zone. Definitely going farther than just the nearest points.

“Yeah, I do.”

“Then …what’s the grant for?”

“Currently? Our new corner couch. And these guys.” he said, raising the plushies a bit to indicate what he meant.

What.

“Wait. Let me get this straight.” Valerie said, confusion clear in her voice. “You applied for a grant… that you don’t need… so we have money for a couch?” Her eyes narrowed. “Was Cujo ripping our old couch apart a part of the plan?”

“Val, my dear, I thought we were past that whole calling me an evil mastermind thing. You should know I’m not smart enough to plan this.” he stated matter-of-factly, putting his free hand on his chest. “I didn’t know we were gonna need a couch. It was more for, y’know, personal expenses.”

“Don’t you have to document what you use those on?”

“As long as some form of research comes out of it, they do not care.”

“You-” she was a little bit speechless. Turning her voice to a whisper just in case someone could hear them, she jabbed a finger into his chest. “Did you just steal state money?”

“They steal our money all the timeeeee. Just look at our student loanssss.” he whined.

Okay, he had a point. A very good point at that. It was questionably moral, but on the other hand it wasn’t like he actually stole the money. He had been granted it to do the research. Which he has all ready and done. The state does in the end get what they were promised, they don’t need to know the truth about the exact dates and nature of the research being conducted.

Danny clearly understood he was going to win this argument. He laughed a little, looping his free arm around Valerie’s elbow. “So…cuddle couch?”

She shook her, not being able to stop the fond smile that took over her face. “You’re so stupid. Fine.”

“YES.” He exclaimed, almost dropping the objects he was holding. “I’ve seen a cool green one. And it was also an ektorp. It would be perfect for the ecto RP consisting of me bleeding all over it at some point probably.”

“And Cujo peeing on it.” Valerie added unamused. “We really need to get on that potty training. It’s been years.”

“He does it only when you refuse to cuddle him and you know it.”

“I have homework I need to focus on sometimes.”

He laughed again and started leading her to the couch he was talking about.

“And you are seriously getting the plushies and the LEDs too?” She asked, taking the BLÅHAJ out of his arm.

“Fuck yeah, I’m a responsible adult like that.”

Valerie smiled and shook her head as they approached the corner couch. To be fair it did look very nice with two wide seats on each side. The light green fabric would fit well with the limited decor of their apartment and as she brushed her hand along one of the cushions, she was amazed at how soft the material was. She sat down to check if it was as comfy as it seemed. And Ancients was it the most comfortable couch she has ever sat on.

She looked at the price tag, sitting on the small table that was meant to complete the living room set, right in front of her. Nine hundred ninety-nine dollars, god damn. That still wasn’t so bad for a corner couch though. She did see two-seaters worth more than this after all.

“I feel like I shouldn’t be letting you use grant money on a couch.” She said studying the information under the price tag a bit more. It was in fact an ektorp. A hakebo grå-grön ektorp. Whatever that meant.

“But you also want the cuddle couch?” He sent her the cutest puppy dog eyes, rocking back and forth on his feet and hugging the DJUNGELSKOG and LEDs box tightly.

She looked at him, trying very hard to muster a glare, but she knew he saw the corner of her mouth twitching into a smile.

“YOU DO WANT THE CUDDLE COUCH.”

She sighed defeated and put her head back to rest on the back of the very comfy cushion. “Yes. I do want the cuddle couch.”

“WOOOO! LET’S GO!” Danny screamed excitedly. A few of the other customers looked in his direction, probably thinking that this grown ass adult doing a little victory dance with DJUNGELSKOG was insane. He abruptly stopped in the middle of his silly moves when a serious expression came over his face. “So like… how do we buy it? Do I gotta carry it to check out or?”

Valerie couldn’t hold it in anymore. She started laughing, which quickly turned into a wheeze. The way Danny raised an eyebrow in confusion at her outburst only made her laugh more.

“Come on, I’ve been joking all day and that’s what you laugh at?” He said, smiling brightly and letting out a giggle of his own.

Valerie stood up from the couch and came over to stand by Danny, trying her hardest to contain the laughter. “How about we just find a worker and tell them we want to buy it?” She suggested, gesturing at the couch.

“And would milady want some meatballs after that?” Danny wiggled his eyebrows, the awful Flynn Rider impression making a reappearance.

“Fine, I guess you earned it.” She said, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek, before walking away in the direction of the store front. “But you’re paying for the food too.”

“Oh come on! I’m buying you a cuddle couch! And Blah-hash!” He yelled after her, still smiling.

“I’m pretty sure that’s not how you pronounce it. You have to pay for the meatballs, so the swedes forgive you for this crime.”

“What? No! You can’t make me pay for food, only because I don’t know swedish! I bet you don’t know how to say it either!” he defended, following after her.

“You don’t see me going around and attempting it!”

“That’s so unfair. I love you so much and you do this to me.”

He did end up making her put away the card when she tried paying for the meatballs. Her boyfriend was such a dork. But she still loved him very much, he was her dork after all.

He was also apparently extremely bad at putting together IkeaTM furniture, as Valerie found out the next day, when she came back from school to an absolute mess in their apartment. The couch wasn’t even halfway set up and Danny was laying on the floor defeated , covered in the remains of poor Djungelskog. Cujo was standing over him with the IkeaTM hex key in his mouth, tail wagging happily. It honestly resembled a crime scene and Valerie couldn’t stop herself from taking a picture and setting it as her new phone wallpaper.

Danny confessed to almost losing a bunch of important screws and barely managing to stop Cujo from peeing on one of the armrests when he didn’t pay attention to him. He also managed to phase one of the wooden parts halfway through the wall, which he didn’t notice until Valerie pointed it out to him. How that could possibly happen was a mystery to her.

Thank the Ancients her dad agreed to come over and help them set it up. Otherwise Danny would probably accidentally destroy it.

#this could be the same universe as cujostody but doesnt have to be so im not tagging it that #kad writes #danny phantom #danny fenton #valerie gray #DP Shiptember 2023 #gray ghost

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moimoiiluvarts · 3 years ago

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Dp shiptember

Day five: Vacation..soo.i checked and I was wrong it's supposed to be travel..i- I am sorry (more like a picnic or a date buutttttt yea..)

PLS I KNOW TH B.A.C.K.G.R.O.U.N.D IS SO B.A.D .....I AM SO SORRY..

I will concentrate on improving my art!!

#moimoiiluvarts #danny phantom #dp shiptember 2021 #amethyst ocean #fakeout makeout #violet haze #sam manson

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scarletsaphire · 1 year ago

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Tucker and Danny forgot the money, and now must get creative in order to afford the new shake at the mall.

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Idiot in Denial x Idiot in Denial for Shiptember!

"So you're telling me that we both completely forgot our wallets." Tucker nodded. Danny sighed. "How are we going to get the new maple syrup cheesecake milkshake now?" he whined scuffing his shoe on the tiled floor of the mall, right outside the ice cream shop.

"I mean, one of us definitely has a way that they could, potentially, find a dollar bill or," Tucker paused to check the price of the milkshake on the sign outside of the door, "...nine, and then we'd both be able to get a milkshake." Danny elbowed him in the side, and Tucker yelped, rubbing at the spot. "What was that for?"

"I'm not just going to steal, Tuck!" Danny hissed.

"I was just joking!" Tucker said.

"No you weren't."

"Ok, I was like, 90% joking." Danny leveled his gaze at Tucker, and Tucker grinned back sheepishly. "75%?"

"I'll accept that," Danny said. "Now, actual ideas on how to get this, because your mom isn't picking us up for another two hours and I think we're both in agreement that we don't want to come all the way back out here again."

Tucker nodded. "You could always just, y'know," Tucker mimed a planes take off with his one hand, "...go home that way, grab the money, and then come back."

Danny considered it for a moment, before shaking his head. "Mom and Dad dropped me off, and I'm pretty sure they said something about taking the opportunity to go ghost hunting. Don't wanna risk running into them and getting into a fire fight, y'know?"

Tucker snorted. "Because they need an excuse to go ghost hunting."

Danny laughed. "Yea, I know right." He snapped his fingers and turned to look at Tucker, smiling widely. "The arcade!"

Tucker raised his eyebrows in confusion. "The arcade?"

"Yea, the arcade! You remember how we used to go through the coin return slots when we were younger? They always have like, at least a few dollars hiding in there, people forget to grab them all the time! And I'm sure people have lost quarters under the machines. I can get them out, easy peasy!" Danny passed his hand through Tucker's to prove his point.

Tucker returned Danny's smile. "Dude, you're a genius! What are we waiting for, lets go!" He grabbed a hold of Danny's now tangible hand and took off sprinting through the mall.

Their sprint did not last long, mostly because Tucker still had the stamina of a wet paper towel despite the years of ghost hunting. They still arrived at the arcade after a brisk walk through the remaining stretch of the mall.

The arcade was just as loud, colorful, and bright as Tucker remembered it being from the last time he'd been here. "Ok, so, what's the game plan?" he asked as they approached the entrance hand in hand.

Danny narrowed his eyes, looking over every inch of the arcade. He made the same face when he was being Phantom, when he was planning. It was understandable; this was a serious matter. "I'll take the back half of the store and focus on looking under machines and on the ground. You focus on the return coin slots, and maybe use your techno-wizardry to see if you can win a pay out from any of the games?" Danny said.

Tucker saluted. "Sounds good to me!"

The two split up. The arcade wasn't busy, so maneuvering around the few patrons was fairly easy, especially since most of them were focusing on their games, completely oblivious to the high stakes espionage mission that was taking place mere feet away. Tucker was thorough with his search, making sure to check every single pay off slot for every machine. Any one that offered a cash (or, as was more often, quarter) pay out, he analyzed it for success rates, and how easily he'd be able to work his magic and secure the prize. (Most of them were rigged, and the price to play wasn't worth it in most cases.)

By the time he reunited with Danny back at the front of the arcade, he'd amassed a small jangling collection of quarters, totaling just under two dollars.

"Feast your eyes upon the spoils of my hard work!" Tucker said, holding out the coins. "A whole dollar seventy-five!"

Danny raised his hand for a high five, which Tucker eagerly returned. "Hell yea dude! I got a little bit more, about..." Danny counted the quarters he had stacked in his opposite hand. "Two fifty."

Tucker bit his bottom lip. "We're short twenty five cents if we want to get just one."

"This is a tragedy, honestly," Danny said.

"Maybe I can use my incredible skills of seduction to convince whoever's working there to knock the rest of it off?" Tucker asked. The two of them started walking back towards the ice cream shop.

"And if the person working is some crochety old man?" Danny asked. "Don't tell me you'll try and flirt with someone who looks like Mr. Lancer just for a milkshake."

"You, good sir, underestimate my determination of getting you a milkshake. I'm prepared to make the sacrifice if need be."

"Getting me a milkshake?" Danny asked. "No, we're getting you a milkshake. You're the one who wanted to try it."

"Yea, but you're the one who dropped everything to come with me to get it. I'm not gonna drag you to the mall and have you watch me drink a milkshake. I'm pretty sure that goes against the bro code somehow."

"Well, if that's against the bro code, there's definitely a part somewhere in there about taking the thing you're bro's excited about," Danny said.

"Well, then we seem to be at an impasse, because I'm not letting you not have a milkshake!"

"Well, I'm not letting you not have a milkshake, so there!"

"I guess we'll just have to split it," Tucker said with a huff.

"I guess we will." Tucker and Danny stared at each other, eyes narrowed. Tucker broke first, the corners of his lips turning up into a smile, and Danny was first behind. It wasn't long before they were laughing together, nearly doubled over and stumbling through the mall.

It was Tucker who fell into the row of candy dispensers set up next to one of the benches separating the large mall hallway. It would have been a rough collision, one that brought him, the machines, and probably a good 40 dollars worth of gumballs and other hard candies on his head. Luckily, Danny was there to catch him after he'd just barely grazed the side of the machine. The way it wobbled from side to side didn't help their giggles.

It took another full minute for them to stifle their laughter down to a level much more suitable for public spaces; every time they met each others eyes, they'd be overtaken by another fit of laughter. When Tucker finally caught his breath, wiping the tears from the corners of his eyes, he'd found himself on the bench, Danny sitting next to him with his face pressed into his shoulder, his faint snickers audible only for Tucker.

"Wait, dude!" Tucker said. "I just realized I literally ran into the solution to our problem!"

Danny lifted his head from Tucker's shoulder, looking from him to the candy machines. "Oh, you are so right. C'mon, Fenton Luck, give me this one good thing!"

They both hurried off the bench to the candy dispensers, going through them one by one. It was on Tucker's second one that he pulled out a quarter, victorious. He held it high above his head, allowing the bright fluorescents of the mall's light to glint off of the shiny treasure. "We have done it!" Tucker called out. "We have earned ourselves a milkshake!"

Danny cheered, turning his beaming smile to Tucker. It twisted into a devious one, and before Tucker could figure out why, Danny was off with the exclamation of "Last one to the ice cream shop has to deal with Boxy!" being the only warning Tucker got.

"Hey, that's not fair!" Tucker called out, but Danny was already too far away, the squeaking of his sneakers on the floor already fading in with the rest of the crowd. Tucker didn't bother running; Danny could just phase through people, and was faster than he was anyway. Since he couldn't win, Tucker decided he would do the exact opposite: he would take as long as possible to get there, and make Danny wait for him. After all, Tucker had half of the money. He couldn't buy anything until Tucker got there.

Tucker arrived at the ice cream shop about ten minutes after Danny's hasty departure, to find Danny sitting at one of the very few in location tables, head down and staring forlornly out the window. When he spotted Tucker, he scrunched up his nose and stuck his tongue out at him. Tucker returned the gesture.

Danny only lifted his head after Tucker entered the ice cream shop. "If I could soup you, I would." The threat didn't wipe Tucker's grin off of his face. "No, no, Tuck, I'm serious. I can't believe you'd abandon me in my time of need, after everything we've been through."

"Excuse me, you're the one who abandoned me," Tucker said. "You're the one who went running through the mall. You should know by now that I only run for emergencies."

"I thought that getting ice cream with me was an emergency," Danny protested.

"Not one that requires running!"

"Gotcha. On the scale of 'Things Tucker Foley Will Do For A Milkshake,' flirt with a crusty dusty old man is fine, but move briskly is too far." Tucker through one of his quarters at Danny. Danny caught it. "You should probably just hand them over, we worked hard for these."

"Oh, you're going to order our milkshake for me? What a gentleman," Tucker said, emptying the quarters out of his pocket and into Danny's hands.

"Well, you know what they say," Danny said, standing up to make his way to the front counter. "Chivalry is dead."

Tucker knew Danny heard his groan by the sound of his laughter.

"Ok!" Danny said, sitting across from Tucker and putting the milkshake on the table. "One maple syrup cheesecake milkshake for us. Here is your straw," he passed a straw across the table to Tucker, "...and here is mine!" Tucker grabbed his straw, opened it, and promptly took one long sip of the milkshake.

"I don't think that was worth the work, honestly," Tucker said, stirring the milkshake with his straw. Danny hummed, and took his own sip of the milkshake.

"Yea, the milkshake wasn't worth it," Danny agreed. "But you were."

Tucker felt his face heat up slightly. "Was that flirting? Are you flirting with me right now?"

Tucker could visibly see Danny blue screen. "Am I flirting with you?" He asked after a moment. "Oh my god is this a date? Did you ask me out on a date?"

"I didn't intend to ask you on a date?" Tucker said after a moment, though it sound a lot more like a question than a statement.

"So, is this a date then?" Danny asked, taking another sip of the milkshake.

"I have no idea. All for putting figuring that out to the last possible moment?" Tucker asked, raising his hand. Danny mirrored him.

They would work through all of that feelings stuff later. Right now, they had a mediocre milkshake to enjoy.

#danny phantom #danny phantom fanfiction #dp shiptember 2023 #savant par #danny fenton #tucker foley

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