#and also me implying in the comments that Danny’s stomach is actually a ghost portal
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Based on this post by @playedcrowd5610. You guys should read their DPxTF crossovers :)
(Time to smash my oldest hyperfixation with my latest hyperfixation hohohoho. Feel free to chat with me about either)
#lowkey throwback to that fic I wrote about Danny eating a spoon and eventually old furniture and silverware from Sam’s house#and also me implying in the comments that Danny’s stomach is actually a ghost portal#dp#danny phantom#danny fenton#transformers#maccadams#shockwave#soundwave#comic#silly art#drawing#sketch#my art#tf
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sleepytowns&cemeteries pt6
so i didn’t post this last saturday because of Easter and this weekend i will be at a con in denver so i guess i’ll post now? either way, enjoy. c:
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"Are you stealing my friends?" Dash nearly jumps out of his skin, for the second time that day, at the voice. He was sure that no one would be at school this early, Dash himself usually wasn't here this early either but his car had issues starting last night so his dad gave him a ride and told him to get Kwan to drop him off after school- or something like that, he'd said.
"What're you talking about?" Dash instantly put up his defenses as he turned to face his crush. Danny was still shorter then Dash, but he made up his intimidation points with the stance he'd taken. Danny stood there, looking down his nose at the blonde, hands shoved into the front pocket of his dark hoodie and his feet firmly planted. He looked like he was ready to fight.
"Don't play stupid, Dash. They've been dodging me lately and I know that Sam has been talking to you and Kwan lately," he frowns at Dash now but it looks more like a cute pout than anything intimidating. "What're you doing to them?"
"Okay, what. It's not like I invited them to hang with me and Kwan-"
"Kwan and I," Danny interrupted with a smirk.
"Kwan and I. Sam just kinda… invited herself to mess with me," Dash realizes after he said it that this was probably not the best way to phrase it. He figured he would just go with it though. Own up to it as Danny gave him the most flabbergasted look Dash could imagine on him.
"You and Sam?" Eyebrows raised and Dash felt attraction to that movement. This was when he decided that he wouldn't own shit. His brain started malfunctioning and the only thing that Dash could think of was 'Danger, Will Robinson, Danger!'
"Uh," the blonde hoped that he wasn't implying what he thought Danny was implying. "No, nononono," he glances away for a second. "No, nope,"
"Hey, it's kinda my business if you date my friend," Danny looked amused. This was not how Dash pictured the day going.
"No, seriously. We aren't dating,"
"Okay, hooking up or friends with benefits. Whatever," Danny shrugged and Dash felt a lead weight settle in his stomach.
"It's not like that," Dash ground out through his teeth and bit his bottom lip. The raven haired boy looked unconvinced and Dash felt his chest tighten in response. "I don't even like girls that way right now,"
"…"
"…."
Silence stretched on for a moment. Then two. Then three.
Dash turns from Fenton and walks away. ---------
Walking is always calming. Let's you think about things. Let's you relive your mistakes. That's why when Dash got outside of the school grounds, he started running.
He passed by Star and Paulina, both chatting away with each other about some girl thing he didn't care about. Kwan walking up to the school and greeted Dash but the blonde just ignored him and kept going.
Running away from his problems sounded pretty good at the moment. Didn't matter that his parents would kill him for missing school or that he had a test before lunch today. It also didn't matter that he needed to be at football practice today because there were some scouts coming by for an early look at the seniors.
Nothing mattered after he outed himself to Danny.
"Fuck. Fuckshitfuck. I'm so stupid," Dash found himself mumbling to himself as he crashed through the small forest like area to the park. No one actually knew why there was this forest like area here but Dash wasn't going to complain if he could just get lost forever in it and never be found.
A mom pushing along a stroller looked at him weirdly and he realized that he was still wearing the letterman jacket. Dash quickly shrugs it off and shoves it in his backpack. He doesn't know if truancy officers are like something real or made up by parents to scare you, but he doesn’t want to find out.
He feels his phone going off in his bag so he grabs it and sees an unknown number.
He declines the call.
He turns off his phone.
Dash feels like the silence after that was a little too deafening so he turns his phone back on. It starts vibrating again as a call comes through and he declines it again.
Dash shoves his phone back in his back pack and sits heavily on the ground, his back against the bark of a tree and his ass in the dirt. The tree is scraping in that one spot between his shoulder blades uncomfortably but Dash could care less about that right now.
He pulls his knees up to his chest for a moment before he sets his elbows on them and his hands in his curled hair. Dash takes a deep breath and sucks his bottom lip between his teeth before he completely loses his freakin' mind. He can hear his phone buzzing and all he wants to do is throw it against the opposite tree. His skin prickles with something like unease or maybe he just feels like his skin is coming off. Like a layer of defense just went down and now people can just march right into his mind.
It makes Dash want to throw up. He doesn't though because he's better then that.
He turns the phone to face him.
'bzz-bzz-bzzt'
Dash holds up his phone and sees the missed calls and texts from the unknown.
14 missed calls, 5 new texts.
Another call comes through. Dash feels a growl building up in his chest and answers this time.
"-I swear to god, Dash if you don't pick up the phone right now and talk to me I will throw your ass in a Ghost Portal when I find you!" Dash doesn't even get a word in as he hears Danny's muttering on the other line. "And I know it's not ideal, but this isn't the worst thing to happen when outing yourself, trust me,"
"What's the worst then?" There's a pause in the line, like Danny didn't know that Dash picked up that time.
"Whuuh?" Danny slurs into the phone and Dash can hear footsteps in the background. "Uh, well…"
"Thought so…" Dash mumbles and let's the phone drop from his ear a bit. "Look, Fen-Danny… I know you think you're helping but please leave me alone,"
"Nope, no can do," he chirps out and Dash sighs loudly.
"Why?"
"Sam would kill me. She's fond of you now, you know?" The line crackles a bit as Danny talks.
"What?"
"She's, like, thinking of you as a friend. So since you walked away-ran away really, she saw that and saw I was the one talking to you and cornered me. Bullied me into following you… except…" Danny pauses and so do the footsteps that Dash heard. "I think I'm lost,"
"You're so stupid…" Dash can't help the laugh, more like giggle, that escapes him as he can hear Danny squawk about being lost in the forest forever.
"Okay, yeah. So we can talk about how pathetic I am while I stay lost in this… why do we have a forest area? Or we can maybe find me and talk about what happened?"
Dash feels the air leave his lungs like a sucker punch. His heart hammers away against his chest and he's pretty sure that Danny can hear it too.
"I-I'll come find you but I'd rather not talk about… about it. Are we cool?"
"Ice cold, Dash. We don't have to," that simple phrase let Dash breath again and he set his forehead on a denim covered knee for a moment to think. "Maybe we can make it back to school by lunch… I hear it's a meat-surprise-loaf today?"
"That sounds gross," Dash comments as he stands up from the dirt.
"Yeah, yeah, it really does… maybe we'll skip lunch then…"
#swagger bishie#dash baxter/danny fenton#danny phantom#danny fenton#dash baxter#sleepytowns&cemeteries#fanfic#my writing
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