#jerk my hand in her face by accident and it looked like i just randomly hit her (it was always just like a slightly more forceful tap) and

[bunnyb34r]

So super fun thing I just found out since I had to be off allergy meds for the appt that's been re-re-recheduled is that if I don't take one of them i get the uncontrollable shakes :) so fun

[yenqa]

POEMS IN VERSE(S)

sypnosis — you meet jay randomly on a subway, and soon your conversation turns into more than just the silly poem book he’s reading

warnings — profanities, mentions of insecurities, angst, they’re so gross (in a “i’m jealous” way), food/eating/drinking, lmk if there are any more :)

pairing — jay x fem!reader

word count — 3.8k+

yen’s note — i worked very hard on this and i’m pretty happy with this so i hope u enjoy :) also this is a scheduled post

Spring Break, 2019

You counted down the amount of days it would be until you turned 17.

17 was the golden age—Or at least it was supposed to be. But the thrill of turning a new age was over by the next 15 minutes. Your big smile that had originally been processing the newfound year of your life slowly dropped, as your age didn’t really matter much to anyone else than your mom or dad.

17 was when you first realized that people didn’t really care as much as you thought they did. No one would care if your hair was slightly frizzy and tangled from the light wash of rain or the fact that you enjoy reading and writing poetry.

You realized no one cared, but it was hard to stop believing it.

So, you brought a hairbrush around, or quickly hid your journal and pen anytime someone got close to you. 

You’re still 17. And you still felt like how you felt 15 minutes after midnight. You felt dull. Washed-out. And the rainy season hasn't helped enlighten your mood at all.

You decided to take an impulsive day trip south, to the buzzing city of Seattle, and also wanting to take a break from everyone and the life you knew. You rushed to the subway, the tote bag that hung on your shoulder had collided with your body every step you took.

You stand right in front of the entrance, scanning the cart to see one empty seat. Sitting down, you address your surroundings, trying to read if maybe it would be a better idea to stand.

Next to you was a man around your age. Silently reading a book with a familiar cover. Staring at the book longer than you realize, you can see the man next to you no longer focused on the book, but you.

“Oh—I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to be staring, I just recognized the book, Lee Jieun right?”

You almost dreamily sigh every time she’s mentioned. Lee Jieun had been your favorite author for longer than you can remember, one of your favorites by her being the one the unnamed man happened to have been reading.

“Do you know her?” He asks.

Looking up at you he jerks his head to the left, his light brown hair moves out of his eyes revealing his full face. You almost forget to answer the question, busy goggling at the sight of him. His eyes laid in yours, awaiting your answer patiently.

“Yeah, I-um she’s one of my favorites actually.”

His eyes subtly check you out, you quickly realize how stupid you must’ve looked with the amount of frizz in your hair from the light drizzle outside. Slowly but not too obviously, you bring your hands up, brushing through whatever you could. Explaining to the man that the book he was reading was one of your favorite poem books. Accidently sharing that you look up to her poems and hope to have the ability to write and share your writing as inspiration for others.

He listens intently, before asking, “You write?”

Your ears grow warm as you answer every question he asks. An unusual thing that happens to you. The conversation grows into each other's lives. And you feel as if you know every part of him as he continues to talk. 

Park Jongseong is his name but his English name is Jay.  His favorite color is green. He likes fashion and cooking. He enjoys autumn and poetry as much as you do. He’s allergic to cats—which is a shame considering the amount of cat hair over your bag that you discreetly try to brush off while he’s talking. His favorite ice cream flavor is Pistachio and he’s not a huge fan of mint chocolate.

You’d usually argue that mint chocolate is the perfect flavor for a hot summer day but you keep quiet, just this once.

Something must’ve snuck into your brain and rewired it because you don’t seem to mind him knowing that you write. In fact you even offer to let him see your works. He reads each word intently, as if it was the most shocking news of the year. 

His favorite is the one you spent the most time on. But it didn't feel as if it was your best work. You didn’t keep quiet about that fact, you hesitated to even let him read that page, but the one line seemed to have piqued his interest. Almost as if his eyes had been glued onto the small stanza.

Together we’re complete

Our perfect harmony 

is truly beautiful.

You were always one to believe in soulmates, or finding someone that perfectly fit next to you. Like the final piece to your complicated puzzle. Your belief often appeared in your writings. Hoping that maybe one day, you’ll meet the missing piece from your board. That day hadn’t come yet. But you were counting down the days just as if you were about to turn 17 again.

“I like that line. What does it mean?” He asks.

“I don’t know, it just sounded right.”

That’s a lie. You know exactly what it means to you. But even as comfortable as you had felt with Jongseong. It was something too personal to share.

If you could name anyone who was the biggest sucker for romance you would name yourself. But it’s been 17 years, and you don’t even think that it was a possible option for you. Sure, you hoped to find your soulmate. But your soulmate could’ve easily been a truly platonic one. And you were losing hope for any romance coming your way. Writing about romance made you feel as if the small ball of hope was still there, and you just had to wait for the right time. 

Those 17 years had told you that you couldn’t be loved. No matter how hard you tried, or even begged. This epiphany randomly hit you in the middle of buzzing parties or small group hangouts, the thought of nobody ever loving, let alone liking you constantly consumed you. Constantly bringing down your mood. That’s why you’re so fond of the idea of soulmates. Because soulmates are perfectly perfect together, and that's ensured by the universe.

He lets out a chuckle, with an understanding nod. Skimming through the small notebook you handed him.

“Why are you heading to Seattle?” You ask as he finishes, placing the notebook neatly in your bag. His mouth parts slightly, carefully choosing what to say. “I’m just taking a day trip, wanted to go explore alone.”

A small smile breaks out of you. “Would you want to travel around Seattle together?”

Jongseong lets your smile grow onto his lips, accepting your bold offer.

The conversation ends and he reopens his book, continuing the page he was on. The ride still had at least thirty minutes to go, and you didn’t want to use all your phone battery now.

You glance over to his book, cursing at yourself for forgetting to bring something to do other than play the stupid games on your phone. He silently reads as your head moves to his shoulder, laying it down and reading with him. You can feel him flinch ever so slightly, his shoulders relax before he moves the book over to the middle of you two, not uttering a word while doing so.

“Thank you,” Your voice is barely above a whisper, and you’re not sure if he even heard it until he responds.

After around 45 minutes the subway comes to a stop and you tap Jongseong, pointing at the moving text on the sign to show you that you’re at your destination. He hastily picks up his stuff, grabbing your hand and walking out the doors. 

“Where do we go?” You ask, looking around for any sort of sign that states the direction.

“Just follow me, I've been here a few times.” His warm hand leads you through the busy people trying to get in, pushing through the loads of people heading towards the small amount of doors in the cart. Jongseong looks back every so often, making sure the hand he’s holding isn’t a ghost. Your eyes lock, and you show him a small smile of appreciation. He smiles back, raising his eyebrows before turning back around, leading you through the clusters.

Finally, you walk up the stairs, stepping into the daylight. Still hand in hand, you use your off hand to cover your eyes from the shade. “Didn’t think it would be so sunny after all the rain this month,” You squint at the bright sky, looking over to Jongseong. He’s rummaging through his bag, pulling out a small box, opening it to reveal sunglasses. You chuckle at how prepared he is, until he places the sunglasses on you. 

Your stomach erupts in butterflies as your mouth parts slightly, a smile grows on his face. “Oh no, keep them. I don’t need them” You hastily take off the sunglasses, handing them to him. He takes them, putting them back on you. You’re about to protest when he says. “Stop—just take them. I want you to wear them,” He mumbles. 

You smile at him, “Thank you Seong.” The nickname comes out naturally, like you’ve known him for years. He smiles, looking away to hide the growing redness of his cheeks. You let out a breathy laugh, covering the bottom half of your face to hide the flustered state you’re in.

“Where do you wanna go?” He asks with a shy smile still planted on his face. You shrug, answering, “I have no idea. Do you have any ideas?” 

His smile becomes less shy and somehow forms into a slight smirk “I have an idea.” his hands encase yours once again, and he whisks you two off to the unknown direction. 

The walk is around twenty minutes, but it goes by quickly. While you two are racing to see who can hit the crosswalk button, you notice the crowds of people around the big red letters stating, “Seattle’s Farmers Market.”

You squeal, a hand coming up to cover your mouth. “I’ve always wanted to go here! You’re like a mindreader, Seong.”

With his other hand he pinches your cheek, squeezing your hand and leading you to the entrance. The growing crowd of the market pushes you to bump into each other every so often,  you both laugh it off, placing your attention to whatever shop you’re checking out.

Coming across a tropical fruits stand, you start looking around, picking up a tray every so often. Not realizing the missing warmth from your hand, you scan the selection of fruits. Picking up a Rambutan, you move the tray around, trying to see if the fruit will be worth the price. You’re eye level with the fruit until you feel a tap on your shoulder.

You whirl around, to see Jongseong. A big grin planted on his face as he revealed why he’s smiling so much.  A bouquet of tulips, wrapping in brown paper with twine wrapped around it waiting for you to take. But you’re frozen—Did he really just buy flowers for you?

He thrusts his hands out towards you, gesturing for you to  take them. You let out a giggle, taking the brown wrapped plants out of his hands. “Gosh you’re so sweet. What did I do to deserve all of this?” You ask, the corners of your mouth slowly upturn when you look at the flowers, admiring the arrangement of light pink tulips. “Can’t I spoil you?” He responds smoothly, not letting you respond before linking your arms and heading to the next stalls.

Passing—What felt like hundreds of stalls, your feet started to cramp up. Both of you decide to take a break and sit down, finding a cafe nearby. You order for the both of you and pay—Which he strongly protests but you feel too bad for him spending too much money on you. Sitting down you let out a sigh, finally letting your feet take the much needed rest.

You two make small talk, talking about your favorite shops or something you wish you had bought. When the barista calls out your name you shoot out of your seat, exchanging a glance with Jongseong before walking over, thanking the lady and grabbing your drinks.

A wave of comfortable silence washes over you two as you try your drinks, glancing out the huge window by your table. You watch as families, couples, or just one person pass by that window. Trying to figure out something about them as they quickly pass by. 

After an hour of quiet conversations of whatever intrigues you, you decide to leave the cafe. Dinner time was approaching and you wanted to beat the rush. Surprisingly, you both quickly decide on a restaurant to go to, a nice restaurant that perfectly suited your cravings. During dinner you exchange numbers, not being able to wait for the next time you’ll see each other.

The sun starts setting when you both decide to go home, walking to the subway station hand in hand. Paying for your fare you both head on the subway, sitting down next to each other. A yawn washes over you, laying your head back and closing your eyes—It’s not like you’ll fall asleep right?

It’s a shame that you did fall asleep. You feel yourself being gently shaken awake by Jongseong. You lift your head up from his shoulder, looking around the subway. 

“Your stop is the next one. Can’t have you half asleep walking home.” He chuckles, you rub your eyes. Trying your best to stretch with the little space you have. “Thank you Seong.” You yawn, letting out a small smile.

He nods, inviting the smile from your face onto his. The subway comes to a stop once again and you look at him with a slight sadness. Planting a chaste kiss on his cheek you let out, “I had fun today, Seong. Let’s do it some time again, yeah?”

“Okay,” He says, smiling. “Text me when you get home okay?” You salute him, walking away with a lovesick smile on your face.

Jongseong holds the same one, still feeling the linger of your kiss on his cheek. He lets his hand touch his cheek, embarrassed by the amount of warmth that flooded his cheeks.

Spring, 2021

It had been around a year and a little over a half since the two of you had even talked.

You don’t know if he got a new number or randomly ghosted you. Even though you had met a bunch of times after, it seemed like he realized that he didn’t like you as much as you thought he did.

You should’ve expected it, I mean—It’s not like anybody could like you that much.

Sighing, you open the messaging app. Typing something in his chat before deleting it. Scrolling up to your old messages.

You hated the fact that you missed him even though you never even dated. You hated the fact that you thought you could be something more than just a failed situationship. You hated the fact that you thought someone could prove you wrong and that someone could love you.

But, of course. All good things came to an end. And what seemed to be like the only good thing in your life, completely ghosted you. You like to believe that he got a new number and forgot to tell you, or lost his phone and had to get a new sim card. But it still hurt.

So, everytime you thought of him, you reopened those messages, trying to reiterate the happiness you felt while texting him.

Looking down to the bottom of your phone you see the empty textbox, mocking you for opening the chat once again. You decide, What’s the harm in messaging him? Maybe he just missed your last few. Clicking on the textbox you type slowly, carefully thinking about your words before sending it.

hey, are you still there? didn’t take you for the type who ghosts girls

You sigh, deleting the text quickly. Looking over to see the ungodly hour of the night displayed on your clock you place your phone down, tucking yourself nicely under the blanket, praying to every god that maybe, he’s okay.

Autumn, 2022

“Have you heard Enhypens recent album? It’s so good!” Hanni exclaims, changing the music playing in the background to listen to the album.

“This is like a few months old, but anyways—Shout out is the best song ever, you should play that song.” Minji answers. They both look at you, asking for your opinion. “Who’s Enhypen?” You ask, eyebrows furrowing as you look up from your phone.

Minji scoffs, “My seven boyfriends. Listen to this song! Isn’t it so good?”

You listened to the background, bopping your head to the upbeat guitar in the instrumental. The lyrics were sweet, and meaningful. Even though you quit poetry, words still had lot’s of meaning for you, and you loved when they found significance in songs. One guy’s voice sounds so vaguely familiar, you brush it off. You probably just saw a clip of him singing a while back and didn’t remember. Getting to the second verse you pay much attention to the lyrics. Your jaw drops hearing one of the lines.

“What’d he just say? Can you rewind a few seconds Hanni?” You ask and she shrugs, opening her phone to go back a few seconds.

Listening to the same verse again you hear those awfully familiar lyrics.

Our perfect harmony

Is truly beautiful

You know those words like the back of your hand. You wrote these exact words in a poem two or three years ago. Could this be a coincidence? Probably, right? You’re too consumed in your own thoughts to hear both of the echoes of your name, following with Hanni asking why.

Slowly pulling out your phone, you quickly search “Enhypen” into the bar. Looking at the members you scan the faces. Looking at them all you see—

Jay.

That’s Jongseong.

No way, it can’t be. Clicking on his link you’re met with a collage of images. Your body seems to be moving faster than your mind because immediately you scroll down to read the small box of information about him. Oh and of course his name is Park Jongseong too but that's a coincidence, right? Switching apps, you open a selfie you and Seong took on one of your few dates.

You feel as if your eyes will shoot out of your brain, blurting out “I know him.”

Minji and Hanni both exchange weird looks, “You know who? Enhypen? Letting out a hesitant nod, they both rush over to see Jongseong’s information box on your screen. Switching apps to show them the selfie, then each side by side.  “Y/n, you know Jay? As in Enhypen’s Jay?” Hanni gives you a bewildered look. You turn your head up to see Minju sharing the same one. Blinking profusely, you try to figure out how this is even possible. 

“Yes! Remember the guy who ghosted me like two years ago? That’s him!” You exclaim, aggressively pointing to a picture of him. Minji’s mouth opens, forming an “o”. You all sit in silence processing this information.

Breaking the silence, Minji scoffs, “You’re telling me you had a situationship with Jay Park? 

Another long silence follows, you all try to process the fact that the one you deemed as “the one who got away” was globally famous. Maybe he realized his worth, and left you. Maybe, he didn’t bother contacting you because he secretly disliked you. Or maybe he—

“Y/n, he’s coming to Seattle.”

You whip your head to the incoming voice. Instead of seeing a face, you see a phone, straight in front of you listing tour dates. You grab a hold of the phone, making sure you read the words right. “Seattle, Washington. 9/28.”

“They’re coming in a week?” You exclaim, eyes not leaving the phone for a second. Hanni rushes over and you all huddle around the phone. Your breath quickens as you process even more information. And you felt like your brain was about to explode, he would be. in city? in a week?

Hanni practically screams, shaking your shoulders harshly. She seems much more excited than you did, blabbering about how you would reunite and fall in love again. Rolling your eyes, you hand Minji back her phone. You start to question every life decision you had made in the past three years. Would he even remember you? What if it’s a different Jongseong who just happened to have the same name and look exactly like the Seong you once knew? Would you even run into him for the few days he’s there?

These thoughts circle in your brain as you lay down in bed. You thought you were over him—you weren’t even anything to begin with. Maybe it's the quickening beat of your heart to the thought of him , or the smile you hold in whenever you look back at your texts, or maybe even the loneliness you felt after him that keeps you going.

Autumn, 2022

The light breeze engulfs your body. Even though the sun seems to be blinding everywhere it’s still as chilly as ever. Looking at everyone’s outfits on the sidewalk you realize how stupid you look. Fully clothes but with sunglasses covering your eyes. Was it a necessary choice? No—but you realized that after you had left the house. It didn’t matter anyways, you could just take them off (you weren’t but it was still an option). 

Taking your lunch break you walk to the cafe around the corner from your building. Recognizing the cafe as one you visited a few years ago. You ordered the same drink you did three years ago—also ordering a sandwich to eat. You sit down at a table two tables away from the one you once sat at. Placing down your sunglasses you glance around the cafe while waiting for your food. 

Noticing a man in a baseball hat and a mask, you squint trying to see his face. Giving up seconds later and observing someone else. Eyes latching onto the pretty barista making your order. Watching as she quickly makes your sandwich and starts on your drink, not wasting a second to spare.

“I think those sunglasses are mine?” The masked man comes up to you, taking off his baseball cap. You get a better view of his eyes, recognizing the crinkle of his eyes when he smiles.

“Jay?” It’s barely above a whisper, but he still hears it.

He pulls down his mask, showing the face you once knew three years ago, but much more mature now. “Y/n, can we talk?” He sounds nervous, almost jittery. Constantly looking around at the strangers walking by.

“Yeah, of course.” The light tone of your voice calms him down every so slightly, sitting down in front of you with a lopsided smile. 

Never in your life would you have thought you’d meet a celebrity that actually wanted to talk to you, And never in your life would you expect it to be him. Seong—Your Seong, sitting in front of you, carefully selecting every word he utters to you. The one who always knew what to say, can’t seem to get the right words out.

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hope u liked 😍

[makeste]

BnHA Chapter 299: No Chains Left

Previously on BnHA: Horikoshi was all “and then AFO broke out all of the inmates from six other prisons and took a nap. well anyways, here’s the hospital angst.” Kacchan woke up two days later and was all, “WAIT BUT HOW ARE DEKU AND TODOROKI AND ALL OF THE OTHER CHARACTERS EXCEPT IIDA DOING” and then we cut to Shouto’s room where the other U.A. kids were sitting around being Mutually Traumatized and giving each other moral support and such. Everyone was alll, “...”, and then the rest of the Todofam showed up, INCLUDING POSSIBLY REI?! which, omg. The chapter ended with Kacchan STOMPING THROUGH THE HALLS all “WHADDYA MEAN DEKU HASN’T WOKEN UP YET”, dragging along Satou and Mineta behind him, fueled by the power of ALL OF THE FUCKS HE NOW GIVES. He gives so many fucks now you guys. This boy cares so much he can probably deduct it on his taxes.

Today on BnHA: SPEAKING OF PEOPLE WHO GIVE A LOT OF FUCKS, the story cuts abruptly to Hawks, freshly recovering from his near-death experience, and pondering the threads that have weaved the tapestry of his life and led him to this moment. Basically he grew up in poverty with his Jerk Dad and Jerk Mom until his dad got arrested one day and his mom sent him off to go Find Money Or Something, and so he rescued a busload of people and found himself a new career. Back in the present day, Hawks and Jeanist ride around town in Jeanist’s Jamborghini having awkward encounters with civilians in a country on the brink of social collapse, and visiting Hawks’s mother’s home. Hawks is all “I know from an outsider’s perspective it must look like my life currently sucks, but now that the HPSC is gone, my public image is shot, and my parents are finally out of my life, I’m actually feeling SURPRISINGLY GOOD.” Anyway so he’s gonna go meet up with Endeavor now, and p.s. this chapter was fucking fantastic though, damn.

oh my god?? is this Hawks narration?? something about him growing up watching the heroes on TV and thinking of them as fictional characters

okay I scrolled down a little bit more to see the rest of that “Keigo�� panel, and wow

this is basically a shed. poor boy definitely grew up rough. let me tell you guys, I came in here ready for some BakuDeku shenanigans; I was not prepared for Hawks Flashback Angst. I AM HERE FOR IT, but also wow I gotta brace myself now lol

HELLO MISTER HAWKS’S JERK DAD, SIR

BnHA sure does have an array of Jerk Dads, doesn’t it. makes me appreciate characters like Masaru and JirouDad all the more for bucking the trend

anyway. so Horikoshi, you really thought that one itty bitty chapter of hospital catharsis would be enough to calm us all before you went right back to showing us child abuse huh. my god man can we rest

BABY HAWKS

swear to god this kid can’t be more than five or six, and yet he has this completely blank look on his face even with his dad looming over him being all threatening and shit. like he’s shut down his emotions to protect himself. imagine what has to happen to a child for him to have learned this at such a young age. fuck

AND MEANWHILE THIS GUY

don’t mingle with humans?? not “other” humans, just humans?? what is this implying here?? and also holy shit Hawks definitely didn’t inherit his looks from his dad orz

then again he doesn’t really bear much of a resemblance to his strung-out mom here either

omg omg omg. and this child is basically trapped here in this environment with these two people. this explains a SHITLOAD about Hawks’s personality though you guys. his ability to completely separate his real thoughts from the face he presents to the outside world. his pragmatic approach to analyzing and solving problems. his layers of emotional walls. turns out almost none of that came from the HPSC training -- that was all learned hands-on in his own personal do-or-die survival nightmare childhood!! oh, boy

and small wonder then that he latched on to Endeavor so strongly if he really is the one who brought down his dad and inadvertently saved him from this. also, just putting this out there, I know people are always talking about him and Dabi being foils, and I think it’s very interesting how Touya grew up in a household where he saw firsthand the dark side of hero society, and so ended up becoming a villain in order to bring it down. whereas young Keigo had almost the exact opposite experience, growing up experiencing the dark side of villain society and becoming a hero in order to bring about a world where no one else has to experience that. just. both of them are so determined not to become their fathers. some interesting parallels there

so Hawks was sort of an accident after his parents had “thanks for helping me not get caught after I killed that guy” sex, and now this little boy is growing up in squalor and being beaten by his father for things like Sitting In The Wrong Out-Of-The-Way Corner Trying Not To Be A Bother To Anybody. holy fuck. this is so rough to read through you guys

wait so does Jerk Dad have a an eyeball manipulation quirk?? because he doesn’t have the wings like his son, but wth are these things??

this presumably also means that Keigo has never been to school or anything either. he basically doesn’t exist. he thinks heroes are fictional characters, he doesn’t realize that they’re real people. these are people who could help him if he could escape and find them, but he doesn’t know, and they don’t know about him

OH MY GOD HE’S JUST SITTING IN HIS CORNER HUGGLING HIS ENDEAVOR PLUSH OH MY GOD

how could this child possibly have an anti-fandom when he’s done NOTHING WRONG HIS ENTIRE LIFE. huh. just explain that to me. lol I mean I’m not looking to pick a fight with anyone, but also, MAYBE I AM, idk?? this kid has gotten me all riled up lmao

anyways, Protect Keigo 2021, and thank you Horikoshi for these three very terrible pages. I am pleased to inform you that you’ve effectively gotten your point across and you may now commence saving this kid already

YAY

oh no, Keigo’s dumbass jerk dad tried to steal a car and the popo nabbed his ass and now his mom can’t just sit around neglecting her VERY YOUNG SON all day long, oh horrors. sorry lady my tiny violin is on backorder. just imagine that I’m playing a very sarcastic song on it for you

anyway so what are you gonna do now, abandon him? I can hardly imagine he’d be worse off, if anything it might be a near-instant improvement

LMAO HE’S ALL “WAIT WHAT ENDEAVOR’S A REAL FUCKING DUDE?!”

AND THEY SAY THAT A HERO CAN SAVE US~~~~ I’M NOT GONNA STAND HERE AND WAAAAAIT~~~~~ I’LL HOLD ONTO THE WINGS OF THE EAGLES, WATCH AS WE ALL FLY AWAAAAAAY~~~~

lol what a randomly pivotal moment in his young life. TIME TO GO MAKE THESE MEMES INTO DREAMS YOUNG ONE

anyway so his mom freaked out and grabbed him and they wound up at a train station with her TELLING HIM TO GO GET HER SOME MONEY, oh my god. SURE MOM LEMME JUST WALTZ RIGHT ON DOWN TO THE “JOBS FOR FIVE-YEAR-OLDS” STORE AND TELL THEM I NEED SOME CASH. ffff manifesting someone to come help him in 3... 2...

...

SIGH, JUST GO RESCUE THE PEOPLE FROM THE BUS, KEIGO. is this the outfit he was wearing when that happened?? it must be, right?? I can’t imagine them surviving more than a couple days out here unless this starts getting REALLY dark in a way I know that even Horikoshi won’t explore, so yeah. cut to the HPSC now please. never thought we’d be glad to see them. I mean sure, it may be an “out of the frying pan...” case, but good god

THANK YOU!!

and I guess it was his mom’s eyeball quirk then. anyway, whatever, see you again never, hopefully. lol oh man. thaaaat, was upsetting. need to center myself here for a sec. NAMASTE

OH YAY THE PRESENT

so we cut from Baby Hawks Angst straight to Present Day Hawks Angst, huh. not that this exhausted and traumatized lil lad isn’t still a baby to me too, I’ll have you know

BEST JEANIST, ALWAYS WITH THE JOKES

“WHEW, THOUGHT YOU DIED ON ME FOR A SEC THERE KID.” lmao. Caleb will no doubt ruin this by making his word choice all stiffly formal as usual, so I’m just going to treasure this “WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, I’M FRESH OUT OF FUCKS” version of Jeanist while I can

look at him, driving his Jeanistmobile

again, is it any wonder Kacchan was bitching about Endeavor’s dinky little car when he was used to riding around town in style like this. anyone else staring at this panel trying to figure out how this car is somehow secretly made of jeans

NOOOOO

FUCK YOU DABI LMAO. PUTTING THESE VOICE ACTORS OUT OF A JOB ONE BY ONE

anyway so Jeanist is all “GOOD THING IT’S THE FUTURE AND WE’RE SO GOOD AT MEDICAL SCIENCE” to handwave how Hawks went from one step shy of being a very handsome corpse, to sitting around texting Jeanist in a car all of two days later

OH MY GOD, AND FINALLY AN EXPLANATION FOR THIS

wait a minute. I’m so confused lmfao. soooo, was Hawks all “anyway, here’s Jeanist’s dead body, you can examine it but please don’t look at him too closely and also I’m gonna need that back unharmed.” how tf did you pull that off lmao

(ETA: also isn’t this technically confirmation of the ol’ Noumu Jeanist theory lol. I’m gonna go ahead and say it is.)

NO BUT PLEASE, CONTINUE. I unironically love reading Horikoshi’s overly convoluted “SEE IT’S NOT A PLOT HOLE” explanations

lkldslfk so wait, you’re telling me Hawks convinced Dabi and the League to put Jeanist’s body in storage, and basically just hoped they wouldn’t use him for any experiments until he could put his plan into action and have the HPSC’s people break in and find and revive him?? WHAT COULD POSSIBLY GO WRONG. A FOOLPROOF PLAN IF I’VE EVER HEARD ONE

fff this man really asked Jeanist to risk it all to prop up his little cover story, and Jeanist was all “sure why not” omfg. anyways, thanks for recapping all of this out loud for no particular reason in your car conversation you two

LMAO NOW WHAT

TROUBLE YOU SAY? GOOD THING THE NEW NUMBER ONE HERO IS ON THE JOB THEN

okay no it’s just some random thugs strolling around terrorizing the downtown. fuck ‘em. so Jeanist is making short work of them now

uh oh

won’t come? not can’t, but won’t?? what???

WOW

well I guess that makes the local heroes A BUNCH OF SHITHEADS now doesn’t it?? jesus

and okay, serious question, if the cops are spread too thin and the heroes have literally walked out on the job, what exactly is stopping everyone from deciding to use their quirks to defend themselves, legal or not? nothing, as far as I can tell. society just got a hell of a lot more chaotic

anyway so this is an interesting panel here

man, Dabi really did pull it off, didn’t he. well anyway so here’s that better world all of the villains were wanting, you guys! isn’t it so great?? everyone’s terrified and angry and losing hope and society is inches away from collapsing into total anarchy! but hey, at least we exposed the number one hero as a hypocrite

anyway so what are these guys up to

fucking hell, he’s visiting his mom. I really wasn’t prepared to commit this much emotional energy towards reading this chapter today. BUT VERY WELL, WE PRESS ON

?? wait she’s not there?

is this supposed to explain how Dabi knew who Hawks really was? except that there’s the little matter of how he even know where to find his mother in the first place. feels like we’re still missing something there, but oh well

OH MY GOD

RHA I TAKE BACK EVERY WORD I EVER SPOKE AGAINST YOU. YOU ARE A SCANLATION GROUP FILLED WITH ANGELS LMAO. I WILL TAKE THIS PANEL IN MY HANDS, AND TREASURE IT AND KEEP IT SAFE

ANYWAY, BECAUSE MY TIRED BIRD SON’S LIFE SUCKED SO MUCH ALREADY, IT TURNS OUT HE’S ACTUALLY PLEASED WITH THIS NEW TURN OF EVENTS LOL HOW ABOUT THAT

GOOD FOR YOU BBY. YOU GO OUT THERE AND BE YOUR OWN PERSON

and in all seriousness, I love that identity he chooses -- chooses, because it actually is him making a choice now, possibly for the very first time in his life -- is “guy who helps people”, though. it really is nothing short of miraculous that he held on to that kind of optimism and desire to do good even with everything he’s been through. there were so many times he could have chosen to turn his back on the world in retaliation for the way it treated him. but he didn’t!! and here he is now, finally free, and what he wants to do with the rest of his life now is simply to help others. anyway please excuse me for a moment, I need to go find some sort of basket or a big vase to put all of my fresh new Hawks Feels in, pardonne-moi

YEAH BOIIIIII

“FIRST ORDER OF BUSINESS, MISTER JEANIST, WHERE DID YOU FIND YOUSELF THAT SWEETASS CAR.” hey, all I’m saying is if this boy’s wings really aren’t growing back, he’s gonna need to find himself a new means of transportation y’know?

oh my god you guys it’s a flashback to his mom buying him the Endeavor plushie when he was like two because, and I quote, ALL MIGHT WAS TOO EXPENSIVE

oh my god oh my god. my boy out here with a new lease on life finding hope in the darkest of times

wasn’t your throat supposed to be all fucked up lmao. Horikoshi was suddenly all “oh shit the VAs are gonna be pissed at me if I keep this up huh”

“that’s why Bubaigawara was such a great guy” motherfucker IT IS A TERRIBLE DAY FOR RAIN. FORECAST SAID NOTHING ABOUT THIS

:’)

yes ma’am. yes indeed. confirmed, I really will straight up fight some motherfuckers for this child. well not really, but YOU KEEP YOUR DISCOURSE OFF MY LAWN AND OUT OF MY BLOG YOU HEAR. THIS IS A HAWKS-FRIENDLY SPACE. WE RESPECT TAKAMI KEIGO IN THESE STREETS

and he’s saying (or is he thinking?? what a weirdly shaped speech bubble this is) that even if what Dabi said about the Todoroki household is true, “I’m not sure it’s the same now.” which happens to be ABSOLUTELY CORRECT. man this whole chapter really is all about saying “fuck the past” and moving forward and I am living for it

SON!!!!

“the first step is at my beginning” fklkjlk. what an iconic fucking line??

AND HIS WINGS!!!! THEY ACTUALLY ARE GROWING BACK AHHHHHHH. “PUT A RAINCHECK ON THAT CAR, JEANIST-SAN.” THE HAWKSMOBILE CAN WAIT, RIGHT NOW HE HAS TO GO INSERT HIMSELF BACK INTO THE TODODRAMA WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT

you guys. I came here ready for some BAKUDEKU HOSPITAL ANGST, and I got DIDDLY SHIT of that, and none of my other kids were even in this chapter, but!!! ASK ME IF I CARE LMAO omg. because bird son is hanging with his new best friend, and he’s out here Finding Himself and picking up the pieces and putting them back together stronger than ever because RESILIENCE HAS A NAME, AND IT’S SPELLED H-A-W-K-S, and you guys. profound, my love for this child. holy shit. hey google, play Silence by Marshmello

[dianapana]

SH Day 9 – Never Have I Ever

@sasuhinamonth

Rated T, Modern AU, OOC

Oof , for this one ideas just wouldn't come to me, so once again I looked through older stories I never finished and found this one which I thought fit to a certain degree. I didn’t really wanna go the normal route of the game itself, so I just interpreted the prompt as a new experience. I hope you enjoy, ~Love, Dia

It wasn’t uncommon for people to randomly sit down at his table, especially if those people were girls. They’d stumble onto the seat and act like it was all an accident, like they didn’t see him and thought the table was empty, or that they tripped and ‘landed’ on the seat. Other times they’d ask if they could sit because there were no free tables anymore, granted this last excuse happened to be true once or twice, but usually, it was just a lie and the two would sit in awkward silence for a few moments staring at each other with a number of empty seats all around.

However, the person sitting across from him was a girl he saw around the diner quite often, urgency written all over her face. Sasuke raised an eyebrow at her, but the situation didn’t faze him at all, thus he continued eating, putting 2 French fries in his mouth and slowly chewing, waiting for her to state her reason and purpose.

“I need you to pretend we’re here together” Sasuke narrowed his eyes at her. “My ex just walked in and I’m not in the mood to deal with him. If I’m here with someone, in this case you, he’ll either leave me alone or he’ll at least leave sooner.” His eyes moved to a guy that was just walking to the counter still obvious to his ex-girlfriend. “Please…” her eyes were begging him to help.

Sasuke sighed and pushed his milkshake her way. “It’d be strange if we were here together and I was the only one that had ordered something” Her pale eyes lit up like Christmas trees.

“Thank you so much. I’m Hinata by the way” She gave him a genuine smile. He nodded her way.

“Sasuke. I’d shake your hand but that would look strange since we’re supposed to be here together.”

For a second, silence fell over their table but Hinata started giggling at what he just said, her laugh could have also been intertwined with nervous laughter for it was a little too loud for Sasuke’s own liking, either way, he couldn’t help but smirk her. Naruto would freak if he saw Sasuke talking to a stranger, a girl no less, and not only that, but he was actually putting in the effort to help her and maintain a conversation. He had never willingly had a conversation with a stranger before.

Sadly Hinata’ sudden laughing fit turned the attention of a white-haired guy, also known in Sasuke’s head as the girl’s ex, to them. The said guy looked their way, moment in which Sasuke noticed the myriad of feelings showing onto his expression, he seemed to go from hopeful to confused to slightly irritated and then settle for putting on a fake smile and strolling their way.

“Hinata, long time no see, how are you?” The ex-boyfriend looked at her and gave Sasuke a not-so-subtle glare. He took in their table before raising an eyebrow and immediately asking another question, essentially cutting Hinata off before she could answer his first question. “Matcha milkshake? I thought you hated those”

“Oh, I used to yea, but I think they changed the receipt here. I tasted one sip from when Sasuke ordered one last time and it was pretty good, so today I wanted to see for myself” She said smoothly and took a big sip of her, well…his milkshake. “And I’ve been pretty good. How about yourself?” She smiled way too sweetly at him.

“Uh…can’t complain” He took another second to examine them again. “Well, I was actually thinking maybe we can get together and have dinner sometime next week?”

“Dude, you don’t ask out a girl when she’s already out with another guy, that’s just fucking messed up” Sasuke said, without actually meaning to his voice got deeper and he glared at the ‘ex-boyfriend’. He didn’t care that he and Hinata weren’t there together for real, it’s a universal rule you don’t ask out a girl if she’s there with a date, that’s just a douchey move.

Hinata was grinning at him from behind her hand, her eyes glittering with amusement. Sasuke had to admit something to himself, the strange girl was pretty, but she was even more beautiful while she smiled.

“Chill dude. I didn’t think this was a date” he said raising his hands as if trying to say he meant no harm. “I mean who the fuck brings a date at this shitty diner” He whispered under his breath, but both Hinata and Sasuke heard him and their moods turned pretty dark. Sasuke’s instinct was the punch the guy’s lights out, another new feeling he hadn’t experienced, at least not because of a girl. He is usually in control of his emotions and rarely loses his cool.

“Sasuke wanted to go have a sweet picnic in the park near my house, which was so thoughtful and sweet, but sadly the weather didn’t agree with him because it started raining. That’s when I remembered how I wanted to taste the milkshake, so I proposed we came here to wait for the rain to stop.” Sasuke had to admit, her lying skills were top-notch, her story had a natural flow to it, she composed a strong and believable narrative with pretty much no holes, her delivery too added to its credibility, fot she spoke with such ease. Hinata reached for his hand that was on the table and squeezed it while spreading her web of lies. Sasuke noticed the ex-boyf rolling his eyes, and a part of him felt utter satisfaction from the jerk’s annoyance.

“Whatever. I gotta bounce anyway. See you around” He turned and started walking out the diner without waiting for a reply. Sasuke snorted when he noticed that the ex didn’t even purchase anything. He was lost in his own world of trash-talking the guy but was got distracted by the petite girl in front of him that whispered not so quietly “I fucking hope not.”

“Well, that was fun.” He smirked at her. “Let me guess, bad break-up?” Hinata sighed and ran both hands over her face.

“The worst. It was a set up and we went on a few dates which were fine I guess, but I just didn’t really want a relationship at the time, or at least not with him. Either way, the break-up itself took like 3 hours cuz he just wouldn’t accept it.” She took another sip of his milkshake and gaged. “Oh god, I forgot how awful this tasted.” She said more to herself, it didn’t take her a full second to turn beet-red.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry this is yours. I d-didn’t mean to drink from it, it just happened. Let me buy you a new one” She got onto her feet but Sasuke grabbed her wrist and forced her to sit back down.

“Don’t worry about it. You barely drank any”

Had he been in his right mind he’d tell the girl to buy him extra fries too for the trouble and then he’d tell her to scramble. But for some reason or another, he didn’t want her to leave just yet. He pulled the glass back to him and drank from it just to prove to her everything was fine.

“I don’t understand how you can drink that. It’s not even sweet” Her nose wrinkled in disgust, Sasuke didn’t throw the world ‘cute’ around easily but she looked adorable.

“I hate sweets. So, this is perfect” Her jaw dropped, she looked like he had just said he hated puppies and his mother. Hinata blinked a few times, closed her mouth and opened it to say something, closed it back again. She looked genuinely confused, like someone that hated sweets wasn’t meant to exist.

“I-I don’t understand. How can you hate sweets? T-They make the world a better place. Don’t tell me that after a shitty day you don’t go home to eat a gallon of ice cream with a dozen of cookies because I will not believe you”

Now it was his turn to gag just thinking about the amount of sugar in the ‘snack’ she described. His reaction repulsed her.

“Oh wow. I’m perplexed. I had no idea people like you existed”

The fact that she said it with straight face made him believe she honestly didn’t think that what he said could be true, which for some reason he found extremely funny.

“Huh, you learn something every day.” She said with a smile, it seemed she had gotten over her confusion and found the whole conversation quite as amusing as he did.

A waitress came over to take Sasuke’s now empty milkshake glass.

“Would you like anything else?”

“Could you please bring me a veggie burger and a blueberry lemonade? And some fries too” She ordered and it relieved him that she did, he hadn’t had a lunch companion besides Naruto in a while.

“I’d also like some fries and another matcha milkshake”

“I’ll be right back,” The older woman said and left right away. When he turned back to the girl before him, she was staring at him with a small smile on her lips so he raised an eyebrow at her.

“I was sure you’d tell me to leave, or tell the waiter you’d like the bill and left yourself.” She put both of her hands on the table and played with her bracelet. “I’ve seen you around the diner. You’re not the…most welcoming face here and I’ve also saw you get up and leave on multiple occasions when someone sat at your table”

Her cheeks were a shade or two darker and she didn’t look at him but rather looked at her fidgeting hands. She was embarrassed for admitting she noticed him way before this encounter, she was nervous that she had crossed a line. What she said was true, he knew he wasn’t the nicest person but he did genuinely enjoy her presence, also he’d been in a number of situations where he would have liked someone to pretend to be there with him so he’d escape an acquaintance or a fangirl. Plus, the very same day Naruto told him he should do an act of ‘kindness’ a day or his karma would turn bad. He didn’t believe in the nonsense his blonde friend talked about, but when she sat down she looked in so much distress even he didn’t have the heart to tell her to leave.

“You’re right, But, you looked frightened, I’m not heartless,” He said in a neutral voice and Hinata blushed even redder. His lips twitched upward. Where did her confidence and acting skills go?

“I-I-I didn’t mean you are heartless…just…umm, uh” she was at a loss of words.

“It’s fine. You didn’t offend me” Hinata looked up at him relived.

“I didn’t? Oh, that’s really good, because I didn’t mean anything rude by what I said” her shoulders relaxed and her blush faded, not completely she was still a bit flushed but not quite as red as before.

“Since you knew there was a chance, I’d leave why did you sit here?”

Her smile softened a little. “Have you ever seen a person and had the urge to talk to them? For them to be your friend? I don’t mean to sound creepy, but every time I saw you here, I always wanted to talk to you, I just never had the courage. I guess the situation gave me the opportunity to do so. And I’m quite glad because, I don’t know about you, but I’m having a pretty good time talking to you” her cheeks flared even redder with each confession, for some reason admitting her thoughts in front of him was embarrassing. “Oh, just so you know, I’ve never done this before. I just had a pretty bad day and didn’t want it to get worse by having to be in his company for long.”

Their talk continued for a while longer until finally, their food arrived. The older waitress placed their orders on the table.

“There you go. Enjoy your food”

“Thank you” Hinata nodded at the waitress with a smile.

“I have one more question.” Sasuke said as Hinata took a sip of her lemonade, but gestured with her hand for him to go on. “What happened? When he was here you were a very smooth talker, but when you thought you offended me you seemed to be drowning in your own words”

Her blush came back and Sasuke decided he quite liked how she looked with it. She played with the tips of her hair, rolling it onto her finger. “W-when I was little, I was extremely shy, I couldn’t even look at strangers, my parents entered me in acting classes in hopes that I’d get over it. It didn’t really go as planned. I’m a lot better now, obviously but I still get anxious easily. Even so the acting classes did help me, when I’m in a crisis I seem to calm down and I’m able to collect my thoughts” She looked a bit over his shoulder in deep thought. “It’s like a defence mechanism but it doesn’t always work. Case in point when I o-offended you, which I’m sorry about again”

“I see…also you didn’t offend me, I told you this before. You only stated your opinion, which was true by the way”

She smiled at him once more and they started eating, it wasn’t complete silence, they made small talk asked about normal things, hobbies, friends, school and all that. Once they were finished and Sasuke asked for the bill since it was getting pretty dark and the rain finally stopped, he noticed her playing with the bracelet again.

“Something wrong?”

“Huh?” she looked up at him confused.

“You were fidgeting your hands like you did before when you were nervous. Is something bothering you?”

Hinata opened her mouth. They had spent about 2 or 3 hours together and he was able to pick up some of her habits already. He did seem like the type of person that paid attention, he was quiet but observing. Without meaning to she associated him with one of those old people from the park that sit on a bench and watch everyone pass by, like they don’t belong to this world, they just witness it, they are watchers that see the smallest details.

He didn’t know what she was thinking about, but her smile was beautifully tragic, she seemed sad, or at least contemplative.

“I was just thinking how much I enjoyed our…lunch? Dinner? And was wondering how awkward it would be to…a-ask for your number m-maybe?”

He also liked when she stuttered a little. “I don’t see why not. I enjoyed myself as well”

If only Naruto saw him give his number to a girl, the blonde would never let this slide, which was also why he’d never tell his blonde best friend about the petite blue-haired girl that made his ordinary day a little bit extraordinary, she proved that sometimes doing things you’ve never done can have a good end result, in this case talking to a stranger and pretending to date led to a pleasant evening and hopefully a friend and maybe more.

[saturatedboy]

The Paw of a Lion (Ethan!Winters x Karl!Heisenberg)

Can be found on my AO3 (Use title above)

Word count: 4.2K

Chapter 3 under cut

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Ethan, the blonde father, had bundled himself up in a thick cover he had taken off his bed in his new home. The night had only begun to take over, the rain storm outside had pattered against the roof and windows of his den. It was times like this that he had slight regret over the fact he could have just tried to convince Chris to place him and his daughter somewhere else. Maybe then this night wouldn’t be cold because of the timed heating system in place- maybe he just goes over and ask Dimitrescu if he could sleep over with Rose.

That thought he quickly shook out. As far as he was concern, he didn’t want to get too friendly with his neighbours. He still had his walls up, ready to attack if it meant his Rose could be safe. The father was already worried about the fact that his daughter would also ned to have tests run on her. The thoughts simple didn’t sit right with him, but it wasn’t like he could just straight up disagree with whatever the BSAA wanted to do. He was no match for any of them...or maybe he was?

A ring caught his attention, vibrating his thoughts out of his skull. Drifting brown eyes caught onto the rotary phone. ‘Heisenberg’ The father thought, a hand itching to grab the phone. With finger tips just glazing over the phone, he quickly withdrew his hand back to his chest and cradled it with the other. “Should I though?” He pondered out loud, watching as the phone carried on ringing. “To hell with it.” Ethan had reached and grabbed the phone before the ringing could stop. Reaching the phone to his ear, he held it and waited for the other to speak.

“Ah papa! Thought you would never answer,” The gruff voice came out, a little glitch but that was due to the rain outside.

“Yeah. I wasn’t going to.” The truth spilled out with Ethan moving to lay back against the armrest of the couch and pulling his feet up to rest on the cushions. A laugh came out from the other side, making a twitching smirk come up upon the young male’s lips.

“Ah, feisty as ever still. Relax, I won’t call you every night. More or less 6 calls at most a week.” Ethan rolled his eyes playfully, well aware the other couldn’t see but he liked to think he did. “Now, I’m sure you’re wondering why I wanted to call you on this fateful night.”

“Hm,” Ethan hummed, “It never crossed my mind but go ahead, seemingly you’ll just keep calling if I placed the phone down now.”

“That’s the spirit papa, I still have an hour and 25 minutes anyway! So, I want to learn.” It took a few seconds for Ethan to process the others words. ‘Learn?’ Why would Heisenberg, the fourth lord and creator of walking armed zombies want to learn?

‘“Okay...What do you want to learn about?” The line had gone silent to the point Ethan had moved the phone a little away from his ear and craned his neck back as though the problem would be shown. His body soon jerked up when the familiar voice had answered back, startling the man.

“I want to know your interests.” A simple answer, yet eerily uncomfortable to Ethan. He didn’t like the sound of that one bit. Licking his lips as a way to calm his beating heart, Ethan relaxed back in his position and sighed through his nose.

“And why do you want to know my interests now?”  

“Isn’t it obvious. We are neighbours, bond to be for probably the rest of our lives so we might as well start getting homely with each other!” A prompt scoff and click of the tongue came from Ethan as he changed his position, with a little struggle, to sit back straight on the couch with legs dangling off the front and back pressed against the back cushions. He rested his elbow on the arm rest and placed his head on his hand.

“I am not staying here forever Heisenberg. After these tests, I’m going back to a normal life with my daughter away from all this.” Unknowing to Ethan, Karl had taken much a liking to his protective nature. It was rather...tempting to mess with, to see how much further the male could go for his daughter- even after a close death.

A chuckle came from Karl. “Now, now Ethan. I’m sure you’re aware that we're stuck here till then. You’re different Winters, just like the rest of us. You really think they’ll let you go after some tests? We...what did they call us again,”  

“They called us bio weapons Heisenberg...”  

“Ah yes! We are bio weapons. Now, I’m pretty sure weapons aren’t allowed in your society now are they. So, Winters, are we really going to be free after everything?” A flash memory appeared in Ethan’s mind, back to the start of the day when his arm had been covered by the mould. How it didn’t come off, how it felt like it was stuck forever so him...the weird boiling sensation that washed over him.  “I’ll take your silence of you knowing I’m correct.”

“So, what!” The sudden snarl had caught Heisenberg off guard, making him take the phone away from his own ear. Even then, he could still hear Ethan’s voice loud and clear, a realisation that he had angered and frustrated the other. “Maybe I am some weapon but some of us have lived through a normal life for that to be taken off us. I may not understand half the shit you’ve gone through but dammit I could still be a normal person for all I know.” Ethan had stopped to take a breath. Luckily his voice being raised had not awaken the sleeping child but it did awake something else.  

“Ethan...” Karl asked after hearing the line go silent for a second too long. “I-I understand your angry at my words but-”

“AH FUCK GET OFF ME!”  

…

Karl stared at the phone in his hand. A long deafening sound came out of it, a single beep carrying on for generations ahead. Working up a cold sweat, Karl had slammed the phone onto its stand and grabbed his coat off the back of the chair he was sat on in his own small kitchen. Silently, he was thankful for still wearing his boots as he had rushed out of his home, knocking a plant that was on a table top inside the home on accident, then proceeded to stampede his way through the dirt road to get to Ethan’s home. He hadn’t even managed to get his second arm through his coat before he was at Ethan’s front door pounding against the wood. “For fuck's sake Ethan, Open up!”  

Pressing up against the door, Karl rattled the handle about only for the door to open with him falling in behind. The rain drops that was collected on his clothing had splattered amongst the wooden floors of Ethan’s home. Trying his best to get up and not slip, Karl had successfully stood up and chucked the door shut behind him to stop any more water entering the Winters resident. Bracing himself, Karl had steadied himself straight as he stood his ground and closed his eyes, trying to hear the man who lost connection. A quiet groan was heard from the left room closest to the front door. “Ethan!” Karl called, running in that room and looking about.  

“The fuck you-ack!-doing in my home,” Karl turned his sightlines to stare at the floor, he then walked around the couch to see the man he was looking for on the ground, turned away from him. Tugging his hat off, Karl placed the wet material on the armrest close to him and then settled down to the ground, sitting on his knees.

“I’m here because you randomly screamed and left. Are you okay?” Bringing comfort to someone was never and never will be Karl’s strong suite but hopefully his presence there will somewhat calm the other.

“It’s nothing. Just go back home,” Ethan’s voice came out as a whine, on the contrary it also sounded desperate. Karl looked down at his lap fiddling with his fingers. He furrowed his brows and snarled.

“I'm not leaving till you tell and show me that everything is okay.”

“Why would you care, go home Heisenberg.” The sneer that came back from the other in response to Karl’s words had him annoyed. He wasn’t going to sit here and let the man who gave him somewhat a freedom turn him away. He wasn’t going to leave Ethan no matter how many times the other will try to push him away. Making a bold move, Karl reached over and grabbed Ethan’s shoulder harshly, before pulling him backwards making the taller blonde male collide on his back. Karl looked down at the fallen male and loomed over him. Ethan had shut his eyes as his back had hit the ground, a hushed cry came from between his lips as he tightened his grip on his shoulder.  

“Ethan,” Karl breathed out, steadily thrusting his hand to hold Ethan’s as he tried to pry it away from his shoulder. “Ethan everything will be okay, just breath.”  

“What do you think I’m trying to do,” Ethan had opened his eyes and spat out his words, breathing harshly through gritted teeth. “Ow” He cried out, letting Karl take his hand away from his shoulder. Once removed, Karl peered down to see black taking over half of Ethan’s body, it was just beginning to move onto his wrist that was just seen appearing before the end of his pyjamas top sleeve.

“Woah, don’t you look a lil different.” The amusement in Karl’s voice sent Ethan over the edge. The father had raised his hand and made a quick slap on the others face before pulling himself back up and pushing his back to rest against the couch.

“Just leave. I’ll deal with this on my own.”

“Yeah, not going to happen.” The flat voice of Karl had Ethan turning his head with a scrunch up nose.  

“Yes, you will- ahm- leave.” Karl shook his head, growing annoyed at how Ethan had discouraged his advances of staying with him. Then, a great idea popped into the mechanical man’s head. Snaking an arm around Ethan’s waist, the Lord had brought Ethan to his side and held him tightly. His fingers dug a little into the thin frame of Ethan, rubbing soothing circles into his side.  

“Just relax. It seems whatever is happening is reacting to your emotions. Stay calm.” For once, just for this time only, Ethan couldn’t help but agree in his mind that Heisenberg was correct. All this happened after he lost his temper or was saddened greatly. He had to do this. Do this for Rose.

Inhaling deeply, Ethan tried his best to relax in the other’s grip. Going as far to even turn to rest his head on his shoulder. Together they sat, only a few sparks of quick pain passed through Ethan’s muscles. He felt like his body was trying to cave in on itself, but it wasn’t. He couldn’t feel it physically doing that, it was his brain telling him different stories. ”That’s it. See, being calm is good for you. Especially a lion like yourself.”

“If you carry on talking, I will bite your throat out.”

“Kinky.” Another slap, this one a little lighter, came across Karl’s chest. Realising that Ethan had hit a blow on him, he laughed at the thought that was behind it. “Nothing to be embarrassed about, luckily for you I enjoy a bit of biting.”

Ethan hit head against Karl’s shoulder, groaning loudly at his words. On the other side, Karl had bit his lip and scrunched his eyes up, holding back more laughter at Ethan’s reactions. ‘Gosh he’s cute’ Karl kept his thought to himself, gazing down at the other who seemed a lot more at peace with himself and not groaning in pain- but rather annoyance.  

Time passed, both of them sat in the same spots, bathing in the others presence. ‘Maybe he isn’t all bad.’ Ethan stared at the sleeping Lord, who was snoring loudly within his ear. Although Ethan wasn’t ready to fall asleep after all this, he allowed himself to settle next to the other. “You better not get sick.”

The next day had seeped in quicker than the father had wanted it to. All night he had been laid against the sleeping lord, who after the first bird tweeted, had wrapped both arms around Ethan and fell to sleep on his lap. Ethan had to use all his willpower to reframe from smacking the other awake, instead he decided to run his fingers through his mangled hair- being careful for the knots.

His eyes felt heavy as he drifted in and out of conscious. It seemed that over the hours the mould had once again disappeared. The metal man was right, he had to control his emotions better if he was going to protect his cub. He didn’t need to get worked up and harm her by accident. The thought made him shiver.

Just as his eyes had clamped shut, a bang against the wooden door had startled both men. Karl lifted his head up at world record time, his forehead colliding with Ethan’s chin. “Ow, what the- OH gosh. My bad” Karl scrambled out of his mouth as he moved away from Ethan. Ethan rubbed his chin, looking towards the other and hummed. They calmed their breaths before another knock was heard at his door.

Grumbling, Ethan rubbed his eyes and stood, making his way into the front of his home. Letting out a yawn, Ethan had swung his door open to come face to face with Redfield. “Where is he?” He simple asked, before barging into the Winters home.

“HEY!” Ethan called out, slapping Chris’ shoulder. “Don’t just walk into my new home, and what do you mean ‘where is he?’”

“Heisenbug Ethan. Where is Heisenberg?” Chris wasted no time to walk into Ethan’s living room, only to stop his movements at the doorway leading to the living room and cough loudly.

“Hey there.” A sheepishly voice said, no doubt feeling awkward with the situation.

“No time for sleepovers you two, get in the car Heisenberg. Your testing remembers?” Chris stood aside, letting Heisenberg walk past him with his hat on this time. Just as Karl saunter past Ethan, he tilted his hat down and winked, continuing past Ethan who rolled his eyes at the other’s flirty actions. He watched as Karl left his house, purposely jumping down the steps on his front porch and entered a black BMW with armed security- nothing like what Ethan had.

A hand was placed on Ethan’s shoulder, shaking him around. “What was he doing here?” Chris asked, looking into Ethan’s sleep-driven eyes. Ethan gave a shrug of his shoulders and leaned against Chris’ shoulder closing his eyes. Out of instincts, Chris wrapped his arms around Ethan and steadied his feet so he could support the weight of the blonde.

“Something happened but I think I know why now...” Chris hummed, a sign for Ethan to continue talking. Firstly however, he let loose a yawn. “When I get really...emotional, the mould takes over. However, it only takes over half my body so I think if I let my emotions come unstable...well you know...”

“So, Heisenberg came over because?” Ethan let loose another yawn and completely fell limp in Chris’ hold. Smiling a little, Chris placed his arms under Ethan’s knees and pulled him up into a bridal-position and took him back into the living room to place him on the couch.

“He came over to help me...” Silence held onto Ethan after that, the father on the brink of sleep. He first pulled his knees up to his chest and held them there, letting his eyes fully rest.

“Ethan, I just need to ask a favour.” Luckily for Chris, Ethan still had the energy to speak back to him.

“Hm?” He hummed, really wanting to sleep.

“We are going to need Rose for testing today.”

Oh boy.

Ethan was nestled next to Heisenberg in the back of the BMW with Rose wide awake bouncing on his leg. At the front was Chris sat in the passenger seat, looking at the front view mirror every few minutes to see his friend drifting off to sleep. When he turned to look at Heisenberg, he just caught him glaring at him. “Keep glaring like that and who knows, maybe your eyes will pop out.”

“Maybe your spine will pop out boulder-punching boy.”

“Will you both shut it, it’s the first thing in a morning.” Ethan had groaned, not wanting to hear anyone’s voice. Just sleep. He just wanted sleep.

“Your fault for not sleeping.” Karl had answered towards him, turning to look at Ethan but was instead met with Rose trying to grab his coat pocket. “What the- hey, your gremlin thing is trying to rob me.” He grassed out as Rose had successfully grabbed a pouch of money out from him. Everyone in the BMW had smirked and turned their heads other directions to hide their humoured faces.

Ethan looked down and smiled softly at his baby girl, going as far as to pat her on the head softly. “That’s it, we only rob from metal man. I’m proud of you Rose.”

“hey!” Karl argued back, pointing a finger at Ethan. “And here I thought you were the going to raise her to be good.” Ethan shrugged in return, gently taking the pouch from Roses’ hand and passing it back to Karl.

“She is doing good, stealing from you.” Karl huffed and leaned back, crossing his arms. Soon though, Rose had followed and did the same thing making everyone realise their laughter they were holding.  

“Oh c’mon!”

The testing wasn't all that bad luckily. However, Ethan refused to sleep whilst his daughter was getting blood samples taken from her as well as x-rays and other shots that a scientist had claimed it was only flu shots. He had his suspicions though. Another test was them pricking her finger, only to watch it heal almost instantly. It seemed Rose had gathered regenerations abilities, just like her father. “And that’s it for today. We may ask her back to see if anything changes as she grows up but for now everything seems to be good and stable. You’re welcomed to take her back home after you have your tests done.”  

Ethan held his daughter in his arms. Her cheeks were a little red due to crying at getting her blood sample taking from her, but it was only for her to cry because her body hadn’t experienced pain like he had. Holding her on his lap with one arm and her frail body leaning against his stomach, Ethan had shrugged his jumper off leaving him in a grey shirt. He placed his arm on a small table in front of him and watched as the scientist dragged a scalpel down his arm, only to watch mould leak from the wound and close it up. “Hm, interesting.” Th scientist mumbled, writing down on his note board and another one following doing the same thing. “You wouldn’t mind if we did a much larger cut would you?” They asked, smiling kindly.

“Be quick please.” Ethan talked, letting his eyes settle on Rose. The scientist seemed very excited to do so. They disappeared out of sight lines before returning with a much larger and sharper tool.  

“You might want to bite on your jumper,” they said as they placed his jumper into Ethan's mouth. Closing his eyes, Ethan howled as he felt the knife slide down his arm, digging much into his skin. For a second, he saw white, only for that to go and his vision came back. He looked down to see how much they just cut him, only to see that the mould had in fact covered the whole of his arm. “It seems to be protecting you. Write that down.” The scientist tried once again to cut through the mould, only to fail this time. “Well, we have all that we need at the moment. Be sure to check in every month for yourself and the child when we need her.”

“You’ll ask me first before going through my child.” Ethan spat out as his jumped fell onto his lap. He was quick to jump of the chair he was sat on and place Rose on it so he could place his jumper on. His hand was still covered in the dark green mould but at this point, he didn’t feel to make a big scene out of it. Pulling his jumper down, Ethan was fast to secure Rose back into his hold and walk out of his testing room. On the way out, he accidently bumped into Moreau.

“O-OH! Ethan...Thank you! Thank you so much. I didn’t know what I was doing then. Please- Please forgive me. I-I'm sorry!” The man called out, tears springing slightly from his eyes as he clasped his hands in a pleading manner in front of himself.

Ethan awkwardly looked at the agents leading Moreau for help. They all raise their arms in defence and watched from a far. Sighing, Ethan looked at Moreau and moved a hand to pat his head. Unluckily for him, it was his mould hand and Moreau saw it. “O-OH! That’s mould, right? Wow, you get cooler each time. I-I wish I was like you! No wonder why little-little brother loves you so much from the start!”

Okay now that caught Ethan off guard even more than the apologies coming from Moreau’s mouth. “I’m sorry, I must have misheard you.”

“I got to go! But I promise I’ll make it up to you, I promise!” Moreau rushed off, following the agents as they led him away from Ethan. As Moreau was getting further out of sight, Ethan stood his ground alone.

‘Loves me? The heck, like, yeah sure. He’s shown that but loving...Nah, Moreau been watching too many romantic movies.’ He brushed it off, wiggling his fingers in Rose’s face. “I need sleep, that’s what.” He spoke out loud before walking down the same hallways as Moreau. On his way down, he had begun to walk with the Beneveinto group.

“OOoo, it's the father!” Angie squealed, waving enthusiastically at Ethan who walked right next to Lady Beneveinto by the elevator and stair case.

“Yeah yeah, sure. Hey, I have a question?” He asked, looking at Beneviento's veil. She stopped for a second and turned, nodding for him to continue. Angie watched from her shoulder, her eyes staring intensely out of their sockets. “Do you have a name...like a first name?”

“HAhaha! Of course, she does silly! It’s Donna! And you better call her that and nothing else you blondey.” Angie spoke for Donna, crossing her wooden arms over her chest and pointing her finger at him.

“What is it with everyone pointing their fingers at me today,” Ethan mumbled down to Rose before looking up and nodding. “Well, it’s great to meet you Donna. Hopefully our stays close by won’t be a problem in the future. I hope to get a long.”

“Me too,” Her voice was very quiet, nothing compared to Angie’s. At first, Ethan thought he was hearing things but the soft tap of her hand against his shoulder proved to differ. “Goodbye small one,” She whispered down at Rose before walking away, taking the stairs case down.  

For the first time in a while, Ethan didn’t have to force a smile onto his face. It came naturally and relax. Pressing the button on the elevator, the male had stood waiting for the doors to open. As soon as they did though, a sudden force he did not even notice pushed him in and the loud sound of something clicking made him turn, anger seething in his bones. “WHAT THE HE- Heisenberg!” The name fell from his mouth with violence lace within.  

“Hush Ethan, they going to catch us!” He breathed out, pressing himself to the back of the elevator watching as the doors begun to shut.

“Who is they?!” The elevator had fully shut, making Ethan panic. Here he was, in a small space with Karl right next to him and Rose within his arms.  

“Agents, armed people, that boulder guy. Quite a few people actually.” Karl begun to explain, looking at the father who carried an angered look.

“Heisenberg, which button did you press?” He asked, lacing his voice in a fake kindness and a smile dripping with the urges to kill the man in front of him.

“Oh, this one,” Karl hovered his glove hand over the button that said ‘Ground floor’. A sigh left Ethan’s lips as he rested his eyes. At least they were heading to the floor he needed. “I was going to press this bright red and shiny one though,” Ethan opened his eyes and watched as Heisenberg had pressed the button that said ‘STOP’ in large letters.

“Karl...”

“Yes?”

“You’re a very dead man.”

[cordria]

Bone

(a continuation of Fav AU)

It took Jazz quite a long time to roll off the couch after she woke up. She stretched and sat up, running fingers through her hair and looking around. The house was quiet, except for the drone of the TV,  and she was alone in the living room. Her father was off on some crazy vacation, and her mother and brother were doing some odd experiment in the basement. 

She scowled. She’d been planning on spying on them, but this cold was lying her low. She’d actually fallen asleep on the couch, listening to her mother lecture Danny on something or another.

With a yawn, she wandered into the kitchen, hesitating at the sight of the two hovering over something on the table (in Danny’s case, the hovering was literal). Her mother was scribbling in a notebook, their voices low.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Maddie jerked, twisting around. “Jazz,” she said, a smile breaking out on her face. “We didn’t wake you, did we dear?”

“No.” Jazz walked over.

“Feeling better?”

“Yeah.” Jazz pulled out a chair. Halfway to sitting down, a hand - a bit sweaty from having been inside a glove - pressed against her forehead. “I’m fine, Mom. And I’m seventeen. I can take my own temperature.”

Her mother hummed, but didn’t remove her hand. “Take it easy this afternoon, Sweetie.”

Jazz waved the hand away. “What is that, anyway?” She pointed to the glowing, stick-like thing sitting on the table, surrounded by dozens of tools and bits of technology.

“I found it in the ghost zone,” Danny said with a grin, dropping his feet to the floor and settling himself into the chair next to Jazz. The coolness that surrounded the young ghost made goosebumps run up Jazz’s arm. “Mom thinks it’s something important.”

“Danny,” their mother said, “stay away from Jazz. I don’t want you getting sick too.”

Danny waved his hand dismissively and dramatically scooted his chair a whole half-inch further away from Jazz.

Jazz smiled a little. “What’s so important about the stick?”

“It’s not a stick,” Danny said, “it’s a bone.”

Silence descended on the kitchen. Their mother poked at the bone and wrote bits down on her paper. Jazz waited for an explanation as to why a bone was so important, but none seemed to be coming. She yawned again, her brain not quite ready to try to pick the discovery apart on its own. “Okay, so what’s so important about the bone?”

“Ghost’s don’t have bones,” her mother said, a bit distractedly. “Except for Danny.”

“It’s Danny’s bone?” Jazz asked, trying to fit that comment into her brain. 

Danny laughed.

“No, Sweetie,” Maddie said, chewing on the end of her pencil. “Danny found it in the ghost zone. It’s too big to be a human bone, anyways. I think it’s a leg bone. Maybe from something like a horse, but I don’t know enough about biology to know if that’s right...”

“A ghost horse,” Jazz said slowly. “And why is that important?”

“Because ghosts don’t have bones,” came the reply from Danny. “So it can’t be a ghost horse, can it?”

That made Jazz pause. And blink. “So… what’s it from?”

Danny grinned. “That’s why Mom thinks it’s important. What’s it from?”

“There’s options,” their mother said. She sighed and sat down, setting down her notebook. “It could be a normal horse that got pulled into the ghost zone and died. But then it probably wouldn’t have ectoplasm burrowed so deeply into it. So it could possibly be a horse that is somehow like Danny - some sort of half-ghost horse. Or maybe a remnant of a whole horse herd that got pulled into the ghost zone and reproduced and this is a twisted descendent of human world horses.”

“A half-ghost horse?” Jazz asked skeptically. 

“Of course, then we have the question of why the bone was where we found it. What killed the horse? Where are the other bones? The creature was probably eaten, because there’s chew marks on the bone. So that brings up the question of if something dragged the bone to where we found it or if something took the other bones…” Maddie trailed off, tapping her fingers on the table. 

“Or maybe it’s not even a horse,” Danny whispered as he leaned towards Jazz.

“Hush.” Their mother tapped Danny on the head with the end of her pencil. “Don’t speak unless you understand the gravity of this situation.”

“Gravity,” Danny said in his most solemn tone. “Yes, of course.”

Jazz fought back a giggle at her brother’s less than serious expression. “I don’t get what’s so important. It’s a bone. Maybe from a half-ghost horse… thing. What’s the big deal?”

“Because,” Maddie said, staring at them. “Because this whole time we’ve assumed Danny was a fluke. An accident. A one-off. But now we have trees that maybe are some sort of half-ghost trees. A whole forest of them. And an animal - at least one - that somehow got so ectoplasmically enriched that its skeleton is glowing long after it died. And something ate it. A different animal, maybe.” She waved her hands. “Really quickly here we’re talking about an entire half-ghost half-living ecosystem.” 

“You got all that off one bone,” Jazz said, arching an eyebrow. 

“We need to get people in here,” their mother said, picking up her notebook and flipping randomly through the pages. “Like, biologists. Ecologists. This opens up a whole new branch of science.”

“I think you should slow down,” Danny said. “Jazz is right. It’s just one bone.”

Her mother opened her mouth to speak, but Jazz beat her to it. “You do this all the time, Mom. You see one small thing and extrapolate it out way too far. You get so excited that you blow everything out of reality. It’s a thing you’ve found that is maybe a bone - and you’ve jumped right to an entire ecosystem. And, if I’m following what you said right, you don’t know what it’s from or how it got there.” 

Maddie wavered, slowly closing her mouth.

Jazz plowed forward. “Is it completely impossible that this is just some odd ghost… thing? Not an actual bone, but just a normal ghost world object?” 

“Yes,” her mother answered firmly. “If it were an inanimate object - bone or not - made completely of ectoplasm, it would have dissolved when we removed it from the ghost zone. There’s something holding it together beyond what a ghost would have - which, to our current knowledge, means some sort of genetic structure.”

“And it’s impossible it’s not just a bone that got pulled into the ghost zone a long time ago?” Jazz asked. “It has to be some sort of half-ghost creature nobody has ever heard of.”

“Hey,” Danny said, jabbing her lightly with his elbow, “I resemble that remark.”

“I… Yes…” Maddie scowled. “Yes, of course we’ll need to do some testing. We obviously don’t have all the details figured out just by looking at one single bone. I’m just…”

“Extrapolating,” Jazz finished, fighting back a yawn. “And jumping eight steps ahead of what the data shows. You always do that.”

Her mother firmly set down her notebook. “I’m not writing a research grant here, Jazz. I’m just talking.”

“Dad would have said the same thing if he were here,” Jazz said. She yawned and rested her chin on her crossed arms. “You know he would have.”

Maddie fell silent, staring at the bone sitting on the table.

“You know what this means,” Danny said, breaking the silence and snagging the bone. “To the lab!” He held the bone up like a torch and vanished. “And bring fudge!” he called up from the basement.

Their mother laughed just a little, breaking out of her reverie. “You two.” She reached forwards and ruffled Jazz’s hair. “Think you can call for a pizza before you fall back asleep? Danny and I will get a few tests started before supper.”

Jazz hummed an affirmative noise and watched her mother hurry down the stairs. She smiled a little, reaching into her pocket for her phone. 

[natasha-romanoff-deserved-better]

Children of Yesterday- Chapter Five

Summary:

Standing in front of him, are two more children, only slightly older than the one he had found. The blonde child was freakishly skinny with dark bags under his eyes, and was standing with another black-haired slightly taller child who had a bony arm wrapped around him.

The blonde was wearing an over-sized Captain America costume that drowned him, and the other only wearing a leather jacket with sleeves that covered his hands and fell to his knees.

Tony almost chokes.

The blonde in the Captain America costume. The black-haired child standing over him. The scared, timid kid on his hip with glasses and bruises.

He knows who these kids are.

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After an accident with Hydra and the time stone, Tony and Rhodey are left with six of their teammates turned into young children. Trying to keep the six young, traumatized and rambunctious children safe all while finding a cure and attempting to give them a taste of a real childhood might be their biggest mission yet.

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The car ride goes as well as any of them expected, with the six kids arguing over who got to sit where; who got the window seats, who got to choose what radio station they listened too, how hot or cold the car should be, and even who had the “best” seatbelt, whatever the hell that meant. Thankfully, they reached the tower within fifteen minutes, and the sight of it stunned all six into total silence.

“Whoa,” Clint breathes out, after several seconds of awe. “Coolest foster home ever!”

Tony doesn’t bother to correct him.

Tony and Pepper leave the car out front, Friday taking over control to direct it into the garage. Rhodey meets them inside, having flown his suit back.

“I confiscated all the weapons in the common areas. Or…. All the weapons I could find. You never know with…” He stops himself from saying Clint and Natasha’s names, realizing how much confusion it would create. “With those two.”  

“Rhodey, you are an absolutely savior.” Tony praises.

“I’ll go find everyone some pajamas from their rooms,” Pepper tells, frowning at the hospital clothing the kids were still wearing. “At least some old T-shirts would be better to sleep in, I’m sure.”

Tony stares at the kids. They stare back.

“Who’s tired?” They say nothing. “Right…well. You’re all going to sleep anyways. Because I know none of you got much before you Houdini-ed your way out of SHIELD.”

It had already been decided, wordlessly, that none of them would be spending the nights in their original adult rooms. The main worry had been Clint and Natasha and the sheer number of weapons they had hidden all over their quarters, but it would also be much easier to keep an eye on all of them if they were all on the same floor.

The tower had a floor consisting all of guest rooms- It had been a joke at first, mainly from his wild playboy days. Now, it was used for guests staying overnight, be it for parties, galas, or several day long conferences. It was usually the safest option for many, eliminating the need for hotels and allowing the meetings to take place with much more secrecy. Tony loaded them all into elevator and brought to them to the guest room floor.

Whether they were willing to admit it or not, it was obvious they were all tired. For one, Bruce couldn’t stop yawning every other minute or so, which would set off a chain reaction through all the kids. Sam and Clint were both rubbing their eyes, Steve and Bucky looked like they were about to drop dead. Even Natasha was showing signs of tiredness, her eyes drooping closed for split second before jerking back up.

Pepper meets them on the floor, holding old shirts that she passes out to each respective owner. After everyone has their shirts, Tony randomly assigns each their own room. Steve and Bucky completely ignore him and enter the same room.

After everyone is all settled into their rooms, Tony is headed towards the end of the hallway to the suite room when Natasha pokes her head out her door.

“You forgot about me.”

“What?” Tony’s brows furrow, trying to think what she could possibly mean. She simply holds out her wrist to him, an expectant look on her face. “Sorry, kiddo, but you’re gunna have to help me out here a bit more. What’s wrong?”

Natasha drops her arm in annoyance at his ignorance. “Handcuff?”

“Oh. No, Nat, god. No, no handcuffs.” Tony crouches to her level, hoping to get his point across. “You’re free to move around as you wish here. Got that?”

If the look on her face is anything to go off of, Natasha does not got it. Her nose is scrunched up and forehead creased slightly in confusion, but she still nods.

“Alright, good. I’m just going to be down in that room over there, so you can call me if you need anything at all, yeah?”

Natasha nods again, whispers a quiet “thank you, sir” and steps back into her room, leaving Tony dumbfounded in the hallway.

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Tony closes the door, leaning his back against it. “Oh, god.” His hands come up to rub at his face.

From her side on their bed, Pepper lowers her book and raises an eyebrow at him.

“What the hell did I do, Pepper? What the fuck was I thinking?”

“You were thinking about their best interests—”

“Best interests,” He scoffs. “I’m me, Pep. I can’t take care of six kids! Hell, I can’t even take care of myself!” He runs his hands through his hair, grabbing tufts and pulling slighting. “Oh, god.”

“Tony- just breathe for a minute,”

“Fucking hell. What if something happens to them? It will be all my fault. What if they run away from me as well? Or if I crash the car while driving them somewhere? What if,- I don’t give them enough food and they starve and.. Oh god, I don’t even know if any of them have any food allergies or not? There’s no way Steve isn’t allergic to something. And these kids are way too smart for their age. You should have seen them on those tapes. Jesus Christ, I’m going to get them killed. There’s no doubt about it.”

“Tony.” Pepper demands. He looks up at her, panic written all over his face. She pulls back the silk sheets covering her and opens an arm in invitation. “Come here.”

Tony scrambles over to her, climbing up onto the bed and then her, resting his head on her chest. She pulls the covers back up over them, hugs him close. “I can’t do this, Pepper. I don’t know how to take care or interact with kids. Especially not kids with their backgrounds…. I don’t want to ruin them even more. That’s what I do. I ruin people.”

The last sentence, she knows, is a reference to his weapon making past, but also to Peter. She chooses to ignore it- they don’t need to go down that rabbit hole tonight- and keeps the focus on the team.

“The kids are going to be fine. They’re tough. And if god forbid anything does happen, we’ll get through it. The same as we do everything else. You have me. And Rhodey… And Happy, if Peter hasn’t given him one too many heart attacks yet.”

Tony snorts out a laugh at the mention of Happy and nuzzles deeper into his partner.

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“I’m not sure that’s a great idea, Tony,” Pepper says, eyeing the children who are sitting at the table, happily munching on their breakfast of pancakes. It’s a stark difference from one hour prior, when Steve and Bucky had woken everyone up with their screaming after FRIDAY had said something to them.

(In retrospect, he probably should have mentioned the ceiling will talk back to you last night, but oh well.)

“We can just order clothes and whatever we need from online.”

She’s right- they could. It would be the easiest thing to do.

But Tony remembers his clothes as a kid. Always too itchy or rough or too soft, never the fun colors or designs like the other kids got to wear, never what he actually wanted. There had never been anyone around who could be bothered enough to take him to a store, to wait while he picked out his own things.

“I’m taking them.”

Pepper sighs. “Well just know you two are on your own.” She checks the time on her watch, a habit. “I have all kinds of things I need to settle, since it seems as if you’re going to be out of commission for a while.”

He knew she was right, even though he was tempted to beg her to come with. He and Rhodey only knew so much about kids, but she had seemed to have some kind of natural maternal instinct with them. He would be willing to bet his whole company that she would have no problem controlling the kids. But there were meetings, galas, conferences, so many things in his schedule that Pepper now that to cancel or reschedule or do herself.

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The kids pour out of the cars as Tony stands aimlessly, staring at the building of the mall.

“Which stores even have kids clothing? I don’t know any of these names.”

Rhodey has beaten him to it, again, pulling out a google list on his phone. “Let’s start with… uh, that place.” He points some doors to his left, double checking the name of the store. “I don’t know. It’s a kid store and has five stars, so...”

“Good enough for me.”

They herd the kids the best they can towards the store, not wanting to lose anyone before the first ten minutes. Tony was about to just open the doors and turn the kids buck wild, but Rhodey stopped them all before entering.

“Okay, guys. Here’s the rules. You be nice to the employees, and don’t be disruptive. That means no screaming, yelling, fighting. None of that. And no leaving the store. You can go off by yourself within the store but don’t go out. Got it?” They all nod.

Tony adds on. “Yeah, what he said. But other then that just grab whatever you like and that fits. Price doesn’t matter, yeah?”

The kids run off in all different directions, each going towards whichever section caught their eye the most. He gives some time to run around by themselves, before going to check on them.

Bruce has stuck to mostly neutral colors, gray and brown sweaters hanging off his arms with the same pair of jeans hanging over his arm. Sam has gone ambitious, picking out shirts with the most obnoxious patterns and designs Tony has seen.

Steve and Bucky have each picked out a few things, but glancing at them, Tony can tell the clothes the two boys are holding are not their correct size.

“Those are way too big, you two. Do you know how to check sizes?”

“No, we know how.” Steve tells him, going red slightly. “It’s just that…it’s good to get bigger clothes. So you have room to grow.”

Realization dawns on Tony as he recalls this is most likely a symptom of being depression era kids.

“Steve, Bucky. Get your correct size. I promise I have more than enough money to buy more clothes the second either of you two grow an inch, okay?”

“How do you have so much money?” Bucky asks, but Steve shoves at his arm.

“Don’t be rude, Buck!”

“It’s not rude, I’m just asking!”

“Guys, it’s okay. Just trust me on this. Money won’t ever be an issue while you’re with me, alright? I want you to have things that fit you.” Deciding quickly to make it less about them and more himself, he adds, “It would really make me feel a lot better if you did that.”

That does it for them, and the pair returns the wrong sizing before moving to a completely different section to find the correct ones.

Checking in on Clint, he finds Natasha trailing after him several feet away, her arms empty. Tony frowns.

“Not finding anything you like, Nat?”

She shrugs.  

“Well. Why don’t you let me know what you like, and I can help you look?” She shrugs again. Wrapping her arms around her torso, she whispers something, too quiet for Tony to hear. “What?”

“I don’t know what I like. We do not choose clothes in Russia.”

“Oh. Right.” Of course she was confused. She had most likely never been given a choice of clothes before in her life. He racks his brain to try and think of what she might like. Black. Black was a safe option. He glances around himself for a few seconds before finding a plain black tank top and pulling it off the hanger. “What about this? It’s soft- here, feel it.”

Natasha tentatively reaches out a hand to run a small finger over the fabric, lips quirking up slightly at the smooth texture. Tony figures that’s the best he’s going to get from her and places the top into her hands.

He helps her pick out several other things. He tries other colors, but she seems to actively hate almost everything else. At one point, he pulls out a purple shirt, and she doesn’t sneer at the color like she has all the others, so he counts it as good enough and begins loading her up with purple things as well.

To the side, he can hear Rhodey speaking with Clint, suggesting Clint get some shirts other than graphic tees, and Clint’s flabbergasted “why would I do that?”

Once all the kids have each gathered a decent number of tops and bottoms, Tony and Rhodey gather them all up to pay for all the new clothing. Sam and Clint are both bouncing on the heels of their feet, trying and failing to contain their excitement at getting so many new clothes. Rhodey has the brilliant thought to distract Steve and Bucky when the cashier tells him the price for all the items, as to avoid a freak out from the two.

One store down, Tony and Rhodes steer the group into another child clothing store, hoping to load up on as much as possible in one trip. Tony prayed they were just being overly cautious, and his teammates would be back to normal before they had a chance to wear all their new outfits.

It’s going well, Tony assures himself- Steve and Bucky have gotten more confident after the first store and have amassed a good amount of clothes between the two of them, Bruce has decided to go a little more adventurous this time and pick a green long sleeved. Natasha only has one thing, but she picked it out all on her own. Sam and Clint are-

Not there.

Tony whips around, eyes scanning the store frantically for the two boys. He had just seen them, not even five minutes ago. They’re not on the floor. Not in the dressing rooms.

“Rhodey!” Tony calls loudly, ignoring the ugly look sent at him from a middle-aged woman. “Have you seen Clint and Sam? Please tell me you’ve seen them.”

Rhodey copies the same move Tony had done just seconds earlier, twists around to sweep the store, as if Tony just hadn’t looked hard enough.

“I knew I’d lose them eventually. Fuck.”

His glasses-FRIDAY- sensing his stress levels, points him to the east, signaling to him she had picked up the two’s heat signatures in that direction. Tony and Rhodey take off, the other four kids following closely at their heels.

FRIDAY directs them, and they end up in the Disney store, surrounded by bright lights and colors and children’s music blasting from the ceiling speakers. “Sam! Clint!” He calls out loudly, ignoring the stink eye he gets from a mother holding a snotty nosed sleeping baby in her arms. The two boys pop out from between some aisles, each holding several toys in their arms.

“Tony! Look what we found! Look how cool!” Sam runs up to show him the toys they had found. Clint hangs back slightly, eyeing Tony for a second before dejectedly placing the toys onto a rack near him. Tony watches this, feels a slight tug on his heart strings.

“Clint,” Clint’s eye shot back up to his, a trace of guilt in his face. “Pick them back up. You’re not in trouble.” Tony turns to the other four, who Rhodey is standing behind. “Why don’t you all go pick out some toys or stuffed animals you like, yeah?”

Steve and Bucky link hands and hurry over to the aisle with the dress up solider uniforms, while Natasha hesitates but makes her way over near Clint, who points out a Simba lion stuffie to her. She rolls the fluffy ears between her fingers, before smiling slightly and pulling it into her arms.

By the time they’re all finished, the pile of stuffed animals and toys on the cash register is absurd, but the beaming faces of his teammates make it worth it. Over the pile, the girl working the register flicks her eyes between Tony and Rhodey and the kids.

“They’re adorable,” she says, smiling at them. “Must be quite the handful with so many. Are they all yours?”

Tony snorts. “You’re telling me. And, uh, yeah. Mostly. Something like that,” He says, not quite sure exactly how to answer.

She nods, looking between the two adults again and smile growing bigger. “Well, I think it’s wonderful. I can’t believe there are some groups out there that would try and stop you two from adopting,”

“Hm?” Tony says, reaching into his wallet to pull out his black card, only half heartedly listening. “Oh yeah, for sure. We- wait, what?”

“Oh, I’m just saying, clearly you two are very loving dads.”

“Oh! Um,” Tony splutters, completely caught off guard. This is not what he was expecting to have to deal with today. Natasha trying to stab someone, sure. Steve somehow ending up in a hospital from a freak medical illness, fine. Clint climbing up a clothing rack, whatever. But not being mistaken for a gay couple with six children with his best friend.

Next to him, Rhodey is laughing. The bastard. Rhodey throws an arm around Tony’s shoulders and pulls him in, playing it up, and plants a sloppy kiss onto his cheek.

Thankfully, before Rhodey could pull anything else, the cashier scans the last stuffed animal and lets him know the final price. Tony happily pays it and hurries the kids out of the store, bags upon bags of new clothes and toys.

[sciapod]

Fun night in town

Summary: Henry shows up at a bar and jerks a girl out of her train of thoughts. 

Characters: Tipsy Henry Cavil and Drunk OFC. 

Word count: 509

Warnings: A few explicit words and slightly revolting imagery [: some talk about puke]. 

Author’s Note: This is a one-shot. Non-erotic. This isn’t smut, and I wouldn’t call it fluff. I had an impulse and wanted to see where it went. I enjoyed writing it and I hope it shows! And I also hope that you have a good time reading it. Enjoy!

Masterlist

Photo found here: @supersleepyfangirlthings​ 

The two of them had fooled around a couple of times, although mainly it was just flirting when they randomly saw each other, for example at bars not unlike the one she was at tonight. But it wasn’t nearly enough, at least to her liking. Being the godly saint of a man that he was, she simply could not comply with the idea that he could possibly commit to a monogamous relationship, let alone with someone like her. Rest assured dear reader, she hadn't had that conversation with him. One could hardly say that they were dating, all cards on the table. And lest we forget the swarm of girls constantly in his presence. 

Urgh, the stench of them. 

If it were more socially accepted to vomit on people, she'd march right up to the flock and spew all over them. If nothing else, then just to drive them away. That would make them leave, wouldn't it? Or are they so hungry for him that they'd endure even that and insist on their continuous flirting? 

Maybe he'd be disgusted by them and slide away… But shit, then he'd probably also slide away from me, she thought. Fuck. Maybe he'd laugh at it. Maybe he'd even offer her a mint or gum. That would be nice. Definitely preferable. Not at all plausible. But he is a decent, good-hearted man, remember? If she makes sure to have it look like an accident; passing by casually when puke and revulsion suddenly hits her and—oops! Didn't see you all standing there, haha! Sorry! Not sorry. God, I'm a mess. 

“No you're not!”

What? Did she say that out loud?

“Are you alright?” he laughed.

She turns around to look up into his comical face. 

“Oh, hi Henry! Yeah, guess I was lost in thought there. Got carried away.”

“It seems you were. Would you like a beer?”

He hands her one of the two he’s holding. How thoughtful of him. 

“Thanks so much! It's great to see you.”

“You too! And you look beautiful, no need to worry at all.”

She senses a hand hovering over her lower back. He winks. She blushes, flustered and awkward, mind numb all of a sudden. 

“Cheers!” she says, ending the silence. 

“Cheers for a fun night!”

“Absolutely!” 

Insides churning. 

“Alright, I'll pop around and see who else I know here. Catch ya’ later!”

“Sure!” she replies, not entirely sure if he heard it. She hardly had time to blink before he was off again. 

I guess it's better that way. Leave me to my thoughts of spewing stomach acid on the crowd. 

She tastes something bitter at the back of her throat. Looking at her bottle, she decides it was the source. Faintly picturing the grimace of disgust swept across her face, she shrugs and takes another sip to flush it all down. 

Not too shabby. 

She chugs the rest before heading to the bar. 

How many different words for puke can a hoe come up with? Discharge. Disgorge. Regurgitate. Expel… 

“Another one of these, please!”

[yoongs-yoongi]

Or Was It?

Jungkook x reader

Summary: Jungkook getting head. Das it. Das the story.

Warning: cursing, smut, mouthfucking. adorable Jungkook.

A/N:I don’t think I’m cut out for smut but I keep trying lol. Happy 🎂 Jungkook!I hope you never find this!

Jungkook was having himself yet another sleepless night. He tossed and he turned, he even tried laying at the bottom of the bed. Nothing worked. Tonight was especially worse because Jungkook was sporting a hard-on.

He decided to rely on some good old fashion porn to allow himself some peace tonight, but in the midst of it all, the power went out. A thunderstorm no one knew was coming happened and knocked the power out, leaving poor Kook with a hard dick and his frustration.

He tried jerking off to memories and other pornos he’d seen, but that didn’t work, only made it worse.

“Ugh!” Jungkook hopped out of bed. Maybe a cold shower will help, he thought. He peeled his boxers off him and threw them in his dirty clothes hamper. Usually Jungkook would never walk around the house completely naked out of respect for you, his roommate. But you’re in your room sleep.

Jungkook was only going down the hall. He’ll be in and out, you won’t know a thing.

“Well good morning to you too.” Jungkook turned his head to see you at the kitchen table. You were eating a bowl of what he assumed to be cereal, you had your phone’s flashlight as your source of light.

“____!” He exclaimed.

“Jungkook.” You said simply, smiling.

“Wh-what are you doing up?”

“I could ask you and your friend the same question.” You cocked your head to the side. Jungkook gasped seeing as he still had his dick showing. He grabbed a nearby pillow to cover it up.

“Oh yeah, that’ll do the trick.” You giggled.

Jungkook paled, “What are you doing up!”

“I got hungry so I got up to get some cereal. You know the powers out?”

“Yeah I was made aware already.” Jungkook scoffed at the cruel memory of the storm blue balling him.

“You didn’t think to tell me? I ran into a freaking chair and crushed my pinky toe.”

“I was a little busy at the moment, and besides most people would have woken up when that big ass crackle of thunder sounded and shook the whole complex.”

“I think we’ve both figured out I’m not like most people.” You grabbed your bowl and finished of your milk.

“Well if you excuse me I’ll be in the shower... bathing.” Jungkook tried to ease towards the bathrooms.

“I could help you.” Jungkook turned back around with big eyes, “You know with your ‘bathing.’” You shrugged.

“I’m sorry what?”

“Did I stutter? I said I could help you with your dick.”

If it’s even possible Jungkook got paler. This situation was so bizarre that he didn’t know what to say. He just stood there looking at you. You sat there looking back, waiting for him to say something. When you realized he wouldn’t you spoke up. “A mouth is way better than cold water, plus I can’t have you stopping the drain up again.”

The light jab caused Jungkook to jab back, it was a reflex. You two are always bickering. “Like you’re hair doesn’t clog both sinks-what are you doing?” You were now on your knees in front of him.

“What you don’t want me to?”

“It-but-you…” Jungkook didn’t know what to say. If someone had told him his roommate of four years would be on her knees for him he wouldn’t believe it. Jungkook always assumed you thought of him as some bratty, little kid, you showed no interest in Jungkook at all. Which is why it was so normal for him to walk around the house ALMOST completely naked and the same for you.

“I can see the wheels turning in your head.” You laughed. “Relax, don’t think about too much.”

“Easy for you to say.” Jungkook scoffed.

“Just look at it as friends helping each other out.”

“How am I helping you out?”

“I’ve been so busy with school and work, I found myself in sexual drought. I need to see if I’m still the pro that I am.”

“So you wanna test that out on me? What if you’re not this pro you claim to be? What if you nip me with your teeth.”

Jungkook has had that happen before, he shivers randomly sometimes still thinking about it.

“Only one way to find out, right?” You removed the pillow from his hand, “Unless you don’t want me too..”

Your face was so close to his dick he could feel your breath on his tip. “I feel like I should be telling you no or something.”

“Are you telling me no?”

“No. I don’t know, I just don’t want this to be awkward, once we cross this line we can’t go back.”

“Then we won’t go back. I’ll just suck your dick from now on when you want me to, unless I’m not in the mood then your fucked.”

“You can’t say things like that to me. We’re roommates!”

“We share rent not solemn vows! Now do you want your dick in my mouth or not?”

Jungkook racked his brain. He looked back and forth between you and his dick. The tip began to drip precum, you watched it drop to the floor. “Tick tick, am I gonna suck your cock?”

Hesitantly, he nodded. Your lips broke into a twisted smirk. What has Jungkook got himself into? “Since you waited so long to decide I’m just gonna get to the point of this. You can enjoy my mouth some other time. We’ve got class in a couple of hours.”

You grabbed Jungkook dick and began to suck on the tip. Jungkook hips bucked forward making his deep go down your throat by accident. “S-sorry-oh fuck!” Jungkook tried to remove some of himself from your mouth but you kept him in place. Forcing his dick deeper down your throat. You’ve seen you’re share in dicks, but Jungkook takes the cake. Who knew this shy dork was harboring a package like this. He was well groomed, pink all over with delicious looking veins appearing around it, big and thick as shit. You’d gladly suck him dry.

You continued to take his dick into your mouth until your nose was pressed against his stomach. The fun didn’t stop there, you began to shake your head back and forth while swallowing around him.

“Fuck! Oh shit!” Jungkook grabbed the back of your head for some support. You pulled back just to the tip, and twirled your tongue around it. You popped your lips off him, “Fuck my mouth.” You held your hands behind your back, Jungkook grabbed your head, too far gone to care anymore, and shoved his dick back into your mouth and began thrusting. He started to twitch.

“I’m close! Fuck I’m so close! Yes- oh my god yes!” You took him all the way again and kept yourself pressed to his stomach. To speed up the process you began to hum around him, not a second later you could feel him shooting down your throat. Jungkook was panting heavily, he felt light headed.

“Jungkook?” Your voice was faint as darkness surrounded him.

The next morning Jungkook woke up in his bed. He wondered how he got back in he sure doesn’t remember putting himself to bed. Unless, what he thought happened last didn’t really happen and he just dreamt it. He looked under the covers, and realized it had been a dream. There on him were the same boxers he thought he took off last night.

He rubbed his face, “Damn it felt so real.”

He caught himself chuckling, “Of course it wasn’t real you idiot. Stuff like that only happens in the pornos.”

“Kook!” You barged in. “Wake up, I’ve got to be in class in 45 minutes. If you wanna ride, get up!”

“Alright, alright.” He peeled the covers back and got up. He looked all over his room for something clean to wear. “What’s up with your voice this morning?” He yawned picking up a shirt and some sweats. “You sound hoarse.”

“You fucked my throat raw last night, remember? Then you passed out on me. I had to help you back to bed. I guess I’m still a pro.” You winked . “Now hurry up!” You left out, closing the door. Jungkook was left standing there dumbfounded and horny all over again.

You came back in, “Oh and I made eggs.”

[shesawriter39049]

|Trigger Finger|Mafia AU| M|JJK|

MOB/MAFIA AU/SMUT/HUMOR-ISH Underboss OC X Mob associate Jungkook 

Kook’s already whipped and thirsty AFFFF 

Jonnie’s in this a little..he’s her body guard as per usual...not that she needs one! So actually he’s her babysitter per Joon needs a damn raise!

**This is a one time flashback within the “Family Ties” Universe...which is a Taehyung centered Mafia series with BTS cameos...if you're new here! Jk is mentioned for the first time in part 3 BTW!! 

It is referenced that Luxx (OC’s Nickname) and Kookie have hooked up in the past...this taps into that. As well as how he got his “job” within the alliance/training and blah blah blah …… 

1.2k Sneak peek

Also the OC is from Boston....

“I’m just saying!!! Hook your boy up Jeon!!!!”

A snort leaving Jungkook’s lips as he refilled the vodka sprayer,eyes fluttering in the elders direction “Joey...I mean this in the least offensive way possible butttt...you need a certain...look for this whole “Sugar baby concept”.A cheeky little grin stretching across his lips as he patted Joey on the cheek fondly!

“If you're trying to tell me I need to get back on my gym,tan ,laundry then I have no issues with that! Especially if it will help me pull some bad-” 

The sound of the back door creaking open halted all conversation, Joey instantly reaching for his gun, as the club wasn't even close to being open. More importantly the doors should have all been pad locked, all it took was the sound of your Louboutins to  click along the marble for Joey put two and two together!

Only problem is... that actually made the situation worse, as you weren't one to do drops in so if you were here unannounced that means someone fucked up! Still for some reason none of this registered to Jungkook he’s only ever meet you maybe 5 times and it’s been years. Granted he obviously knew what was done behind closed doors, his actual job only went as far as the strip club was concerned.

After a few moments of observing Joey’s sudden shift in demor...it clicked... “Oh shit…” Gazing back at the latter wide eyed, smacking him in the shoulder lightly. “Wait..is that-” Before he could even ask the question you circled the corner, hips swaying, as your curls bounced behind you. The champagne colored bandage dress clung to every curve on your body, nothing even remotely subtel in the way Jungkkoks eyes traced every outline.

“In through your nose... out through your mouth….” Slipped past your glazed lips as nonchalant as could be...

“I’m sorry what?” Brows scrunched in blatant confusion earning a slight chuckle to rumble in your chest. As you glanced over at him through the tiniest sunglasses imaginable, so much so they were clearly for aesthetic purposes only.  Your lashes alone damn near peaked higher than the frame itself… but they were Fenty so that justified it all! 

“That’s how you breathe..seems as though you’ve forgotten how to do so...” Eyes slowly leaving his only to shuffle centimeters over, not missing the almost amused smirk that tugged on Jungkook's lips in response.Teeth Grazing his bottom lip as he admired the way you seamlessly transitioned between the two. 

“Joeyyy!! Baby come ere! Give me hugs! “ Extending your arms in his direction as you sauntered to meet him halfway. It was almost comical how flabbergasted he was in response to your warm demeanor,  you could damn near hear him exhale from a mile away. If you didn't already know he fucked up ...you deffiently did once you saw his face, the man looked like he saw a ghost, no matter how big the smile was that stretched across your face!

Slowly maneuvering around the counter, weapon still in hand “Really? What were you planning to do with that?Bust a cap in my ass or somethin’? Lemme see” Reaching out for the gun, still keeping it in his hand as, while his thumb rested along the magazine. Slowly bringing your  index finger up to stroke the trigger..then next thing ya know…..

A noise only comparable to a shriek swept through his throat as he dropped to his knees, right in front of you...eyes searching your’s for a million in one questions he already knew all the answers too. The sudden change in atmosphere earned choked out gasp from Jungkook, who glanced back at you comply wide eyed. Not even sure how to process what the fuck just happened I mean you just asked for a hug 2 seconds ago damn! 

Jungkook also found himself questioning why he was somewhat turned on by the sight of you, all dolled up with a 9 in hand...especially considering the fact that you just randomly shot his boss!  But damn, if you didn't look good doing it! 

“LUXXYY!!!’ You knew that Baritone anywhere…

“Oh my god Joeyyyyyyy!!” There was actually a hint of annoyance lacned within your tone, as if he ACTUALLY shot himself…. 

“ You just shot yourself in the arm why the hell would you do that ya dick! That looks painful, Namjoon this looks painful, doesn't this look painful?” Glancing over at him innocently, hand gesturing in Joey's direction.

A scoff leaving his lips as he held the bridge of his nose between his index and middle finger, clearly you’ve manged to already stress Namjoon all the way the fuck out! All it took was the two of you being in Vegas for all of 2 hours….

“I mean...it does look kinda sorta painful…” The younger spoke up with a slight snort, and you couldn't help but smirk back at him, cocking your head to the side slightly. Eyes narrowing in his direction.

“Hmm… smart kid...I like you..who the hell are you by the way…? “ 

“I’m..Kookie, or Jungkook whichever you prefer..” You could tell right away he was a cocky little shit,and for good reason. He was attractive, very actually, nice hair, tattoos..great teeth, you figured the red corvette outside was probably his.

He couldn't be older than 21 and made around 45k a year, and for most people his age who actually WORKED...that was impressive! But clearly not impressive enough for you to know who the hell he was and the look on your face said it clear as day. Which ripped an exaggerated sigh from Namjoon’s throat

“He’s Dom’s son Luxxy!!” you could already tell he was rolling his eyes…

“OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH….hmmm..”  Eyes slowly trailing him from head to toe, somewhat impressed actually, it’s been years since you’d seen him. Jungkook didn't hesitate to return the gesture either. “Well “Dom’s son” head to the back...were about to have a little office meeting...oh also make me a drink...something fruity but I actually wanna taste my liquor…” 

“White or dark?” 

“Surprise me..”

“Yes ma'am” You could hear the smugness in his voice as he smiled back at you, not hesitating to do as you asked..or commanded I guess I should say.

 Brow arched in amusement, a slight humm leaving your lips before slowly bringing your attention down to the man that was in front of you weeping on his knees . Yanking his head back by the nape of his neck, so he had no choice but to look you dead in the eyes.

“Oh my god Joey stop cryin’...I shot you in the arm, your lucky I didn't aim for your scrotum...actually speaking of....that brings me to why I’m actually here “  Pausing slightly while you let your fingers gently caressed the hair at the nape of his neck...the gesture polar opposite to the current situation at hand but ...you were known for that!

“First off...... you're bleeding out, all on my marble and that’s not cute... so Joonie’s gonna  take you to the hospital.” Smiling fondly in his direction, Namjoon didn't hesitate to flip you off, not that you blamed him, brining your focus back to the man of the hour! 

Yanking his head a little more until you heard a slight whimper leave his throat “And when they ask you what happened..tell them it was an accident...just like you accidentally managed to let my girls gargle cock on the clock!” 

Ya know he actually had the nerve to look back at you surprised, he must've forgotten this place is wired up the ass “ Oh please! Save it..I’m not in the mood for a soap opera Joey, listen, I  do enough extra curricular shit in this club on my own..” 

Moving your hand down to cup his jaw, adding just enough pressure the the hinge to make him squirm “I’ll be damned if the reason I go to jail is because Barbie got caught letting some unhappy stock broker snort coke off her clit!” Abruptly releasing his jaw from your hands, jerking his head back slightly as you released your hold.

“Where’s my drink “Dom’s son!!!?””Echoed through the empty three story building only hearing a noise comparable to pain to leave namjoon’s throat…

“Oh fuck meee...this suits Armani, I really don’t feel like carrying your bitch ass Joey your already bleeding all over the damn place!” 

“Is she- is she always that feisty???””  Kookie becked, eyes glued to the way your ass swayed from side to side as you walked away. Tongue teasing at the corner of his mouth. 

“ALWAYS…” Slipped through clenched teeth, as Namjoon, leasurily made his way in Joey’s direction.

Only jungkook seemed a lot less..stressed out and a lot more intrigued by the concept…. That was his sassy,sexy and blatantly dominant boss...Jungkook liked having control but there was something about watching you TAKE control...that had his stomach flipping in 83788 directions! 

THAT’S ALL SHE WROTE FOR NOW…

IF YOU LIKED IT..”LIKE IT” FULL THING WILL PROB BE BETWEEN 7-9K…..OHHH feel freee to send me some smut  scenarios, I may try and work them in….

ALSO IF you are a “Family Ties “ reader..Luxx and Tae were NOWHERE near a thing at this point.

ONE SHOT PLOT 

[phantomphangphucker]

Phango - Danny’s His Corpses Piñata Stuffing

(Fully Dead AU + Ghost Hunger + Identity Reveal + Someone Dies)

Danny has his accident and straight-up dies, but his corpse is still intact and Fenton’s are never normal. Things suitably go downhill from there.

“DANNY!!!!!”.

“oh Holy crap! There, what?”.

“Oh no no no no no no no...”.

Danny groans, face falling forwards and nearly face-planting into the floor, but a strange tingling feeling and snapping his eyes open to see his head is actually inside the floor makes him yelp and jerk up; resulting in him spinning in mid-air.

Tucker grabs at his hand, “dude you, your- Your fucking body looks weird”, Tucker tries to pull Danny forward but his hand phases through Danny’s making both of them yelp.

Meanwhile, Sam is trying not to cry and cradling Danny’s actual body’s head in her lap, but Tucker’s voice makes her look up and finally notice the colour inverted Danny with blueish-green skin floating in the air. “D-D-Danny?”.

Danny yelping at Tucker, “holy crap I went through you”. At the same time as Tucker speaks almost silently, “you went through me, oh holy shit”. Before both look to Sam’s stammering voice, Tucker paling and rushing over to the body. Danny yelps again and gapes, trying to move closer but effectively only spinning in the air.

Tucker looking back to Danny and pointing at the body, “dude fuck, you, you need to get back in there. What the fuck”.

Danny throws his hands to the side, “I can’t even move! How the heck-!”. Tucker moves and grabs at Danny’s hand, trying to pull him over only to phase through him again, “stop doing that dude”.

“I don’t know how!”.

Sam jerks up and moves over to grab Danny’s other hand, which thankfully stays solid or tangible or whatever. Tucker moving to push at Danny’s back and the two successfully get him over to his body. Which he grabs at, looking at his friends a bit frantically while they hold his shoulders to keep him from floating off, “how the fuck am I supposed to get back in or whatever the fuck?!? What is even going on?!?”.

“I don’t fucking know dude just try shit, anything”.

Said trying just results in his hands phasing through his body a few times as he waves them around trying to get whatever the fuck to work.

Tucker jerks his head around, hadn’t Mr. Fenton made gloves or something that stop this go through thing? Completely ignoring Sam glancing at him with confusion as he rushes off and starts digging through all the crap in the lab. Thanking everything that he finds the glove things rather quickly and rushes back over to Danny. Sam nods curtly and takes a pair; both putting them on and grabbing Danny’s shoulders with one hand and his body with the other.

Danny yelps a little at his hand, which was phased through his body, fizzing and sparking; yanking on it to find he can’t pull it out. “Now it won’t come out!”.

Sam snapping, “that’s the point Danny!”.

Tucker speaking as the two friends push down on Danny, basically squishing him against his body, “just try to go in or something dude!”.

“What the fuck do you think I’ve been doing?!?”.

Sam snaps, “shut up and keep trying you idiot!”. Everyone yelps at fizzing and sparking on Danny’s chests, Sam and Tucker promptly pushing more aggressively before face-planting into Danny’s body and the floor when Danny seemingly ‘fuses’ back into his body with a near painfully loud electrical zap sound.

Danny flails his limbs a bit, which are thankfully covered in white, not black, before staggering up. Sam and Tucker scrambling to get up and catching Danny as he pitches sideways and nearly slams into the ground.

Tucker squeezing his shoulder, “dude don’t. You just had, like, a fucking out of body experience. Maybe don’t move”.

Danny just nods and groans, he felt wrong. Like he was wrapped too tightly in bandaging or blankets. Looking down, he needed to get out of this damn suit. Sam bats his hand away from the zipper though, “don’t, just, fucking hell don’t you ever scare us like that again”, glaring at him before shaking her head, “just relax”.

Tucker nods as they heave Danny up, “jumpsuit’s a ghost hunter thing right? So maybe it’s all that’s holding you in there right now. I don’t know dude. It ain’t worth the risk”.

Danny nods tiredly and lets his friends carry him up the stairs. All three collapsing into Danny’s bed. Sam and Tucker passing out seconds later. But no matter how much he damn wishes he could, Danny just can’t.

Sighing and squirming out from under his friends. Only getting a few steps away from the bed before he starts sinking through the ground, yelping and looking down at his waist before grabbing at the bed to pull himself back up. Looking at his friends' hands and promptly taking Tucker’s gloves. Looking said gloves over after putting them on and cautiously taking a few steps away. Sighing when he doesn’t start randomly going through things, “fuck me”, shaking his head and quietly creeping back down to the lab.

Glancing at the now functioning portal with apprehension and a bit of hate, before walking over to the ECG his folks keep and hooking himself up to it.

Sinking to the ground and running his hands through his hair at the monotoned screaming tone; no rhythmic beeping. Lifting his head and staring at the little screen showing a flatline. Even a damn idiot would know what that meant, dead.

Grabbing at the zipper on his suit and pulling it down, there’s no way some damn clothing was ‘holding him together’. Only to gape at his left arm as he pushed the jumpsuit arm down. Whispering, “that...that should hurt. Fuck that should hurt so much...Yet I...I can’t even feel it”. Poking at the charred black skin, little patches of an unsightly red visible in spots on his exposed shoulder and chest; his shirt having been seemingly burned away. Taking off one of the metal gloves and pulling the jumpsuit off that arm entirely, lifting up the crispy looking rather shrivelled hand and bending the fingers. The smell of coal and burnt flesh threatening to make him gag.

Deciding to take off the other glove so he can get out of the suit to look himself over results in him yelping and snatching said glove back up. Having seen his ghosts? or whatever the fuck separating from his body everywhere where he wasn’t wearing his suit still.

Leaning his head back and banging it against the lab wall, after he ‘reattaches’ to his body, “oh you have got to be kidding me. The suit is holding me in or whatever”. Pulling the suit back over his arm and zipping it up before getting up and looking to the ECG. Promptly deciding to hide it before heading back upstairs. Muttering to himself as he hugs and rubs his arms, “I can’t, won’t, tell them. They...they’ll blame themselves. I’m still, fuck, I’m still...dead”. Staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, “I’m just...puppeting around my own corpse. God fuck”, sitting down on the tiled floor, “this is so messed up”. Jerking then from hearing the front door open and going wide-eyed, “oh fuck, my parents”, snapping his head down and scrambling to get up, “they can’t see me in this”.

Zipping back into his room and paling a bit as he throws on a onesie, “oh no, shit, I’m a ghost”, glancing at the door and fiddling with the gloves on the onesie, they barely fit over the metal gloves, “they can’t know about this. Never. God fuck, what would they do to me?”, shivering slightly before crawling back into bed with his friends and making a damn point to pretend to be asleep.

It really doesn’t take any time at all for him to figure out why he couldn’t fall asleep. Ghosts don’t sleep after all. They don’t have biological needs is what his folks said right? Muttering at the ceiling, “fuck this is so messed up”. The only positive is that it gives him more than enough time to think over this crap. He didn’t feel that different. There was just the vibrating, like he was laying on a speaker. And the tightness, which now that he thinks about it... Sitting up and pushing off the top of the onesie and taking off the metal gloves. Waiting and smiling slightly when he doesn’t instantly start going through things before unzipping the jumpsuit again. Promptly cringing at the glowing and wisping black jumpsuit seemingly floating out of his chest and feeling his bodies head fall backwards. Pulling off the whole top anyway his ghost self or whatever instantly detaching or whatever from his top half, which yes, looked very strange. Grumbling, “damnit”, and sticking his one ghostly hand into a metal glove. Pulling on half the jumpsuit before getting on the other metal glove, taking off the first and pulling on that half of the suit; zipping it closed and sighing. The tightness feeling had gone away in his upper body when his ghost or whatever had separated. Flopping to lay back down on the bed again, “so it’s literally like I’m wearing a skintight body”, snorting with mild amusement, “well I guess my body would be a perfect fit”.

--Line Break--

Tucker and Sam wake up to Danny fiddling with the edges of a sweater and looking in the mirror. Tucker rubs at his eyes and looking to Danny’s jumpsuit gloved hands, “dude, you could probably take that off now”.

Sam getting up and making Danny turn to look at her, he looked rather pale, “are you okay?”.

Danny shrugs and looks back to the mirror, “I’m fine”, knowing damn well he’ll be saying that a lot in the future; lie or not. Stuffing his hands into his pockets and grumbling, “I’m going to need more turtle necks”.

Tucker gets up and shakes his head, “okay dude, I know we said you probably shouldn’t take it off, but you’re good now...right?”.

Danny glances at Tucker, there was no way he could get away with not telling them this. Hell, he didn’t even know how he was going to play off always wearing a jumpsuit now. Swallowing, “I uh, already tried taking it off. Not a good idea. I start separating again”.

Tucker looks at the floor, “well shit”. While Sam gives Danny an apologetic look, “maybe, maybe whatever happened just...weakened your spirit or souls connection to your body?”.

Tucker lifts his head up and nods with a smile, clapping Danny on the arm, “yeah, that’s got to be it! Your folks jumpsuits are literally made to deal with ghost stuff or whatever right? So it’s probably tethering you or whatever”.

Danny decidedly says nothing while looking at Sam who nods, “we could even pass off the suit as fashion after a while. Not like your parents don’t”, grimacing slightly, “just maybe wear accessories or something as well”.

Danny grumbles as he pulls his shoes on over the jumpsuit boots, “yeah well, for now, I’m hiding it”.

Tucker shakes his head and points at Danny’s feet, “that can’t be comfortable. And dude, your folks are going to be ecstatic over you wearing your jumpsuit all the time”, snickering, “just like them”.

Danny glares at Tucker, “fuck you Tuck”. Before everyone pauses as Tucker goes to lean against Danny but just phases through him.

Danny cringes as Tucker lands on his ass, “sorry”. Tucker gapes up at him, “sorry? Dude whatever, holy shit you still have the go through thingy”.

Danny just cringed again before moving to help Tucker get up, seriously glad he doesn’t just go through him again. Tucker squeezing his shoulder, “do it again”.

Danny glares at him, “I don’t know how Tuck. This isn’t a good thing”.

Tucker rolls his eyes, “oh bullshit, you’ve got fucking powers now”. Danny has to resist snapping about how he was also fucking dead now, so excuse him if he wasn’t exactly happy about that.

Sam straightens out her clothing in the mirror, eyeballing Danny all the while, “must be because the veil is thinner for you now”.

Danny sighs, honestly wishing that was the case. Grabbing at the door nod to head downstairs only for the, starting to get pretty familiar, tingling to start up. Glaring at the door nob and trying again only to go through it again. Groaning and going to bang his head on the door only to just fall through the door and basically tumble down the stairs.

Sam and Tucker cringe, Sam commenting, “okay, maybe this might be a problem”. Tucker chuckles slightly before they open the door, “naw, we just get to help our friend learn to be a damn superhero or some shit”.

Maddie rushes over to Danny as he groans and sits himself up on the floor, “you okay sweetie?”.

Danny nods and hides his hands behind his back, “yeah, yup. Totally fine”. And scrambling to stand up, Tucker chuckling at him as his two friends come down the stairs. Danny grumbling, “prick”, before they head into the kitchen.

Maddie was about to comment on how pale Danny looked when Jack comes running up the lab stairs, “Mads! The portal! It’s working!”.

“What!?!?!”, she leaves the kids to their own devices, they’re old enough to look after themselves, and heads down the stairs.

Danny and his friends eat quickly and decide staying in the house was probably not a good idea. Purely to avoid Danny’s folks going off about ghosts and the portal to them. Especially since they were the ones who got it working in the first place.

The three only walk a little ways till Danny shivers and goes slightly cross-eyed at watching his breath fog up, “what in th-”, cutting himself off when all three see a glowing floating green octopus thing.

Tucker blinks, “uh, is that a floating octopus? Is it glowing?”. All three going wide-eyed as the thing shrieks and lunges Its tentacles at them. Danny shouting as they run away, “I think that’s the least of our worries Tuck!”.

Tucker whispers at Danny as they slip into an alleyway, “you don’t happen to have any of your parents crap on you?”.

“Why the fuck would I Tuck? I get mocked enough over their profession as it is”.

All three still and mutter “aw fuck”, as the ‘octopus’ spots them and shrieks again. Tucker whacking Danny, “well surely they’ve taught you something to deal with ghosts”.

Danny flicks his eyes to Tucker, “are you asking me to fight a goddamn ghost???”.

“You’re the one wearing a ghost hunter jumpsuit dude”.

“Fuck you”.

All three dive to the side as the ‘octopus’ lunges at them, promptly going through the wall as It misses them. Tucker blinks, and starts smacking Danny a bit frantically, “shit right, powers. Use your powers or something. Hopefully you have something offensive”.

“Tuck, how many times do I have to say that I don’t know how?”.

Sam practically shouting, “then learn!”, as the ‘octopus’ phases back through the wall and lunges at them again. Tucker and Danny manage to roll out of the way rather sloppily but the ‘octopus’ pins Sam to the wall. She tries hitting at It but just goes through It every time.

Danny, being reckless and impulsive, moves on instinct and promptly punches the ‘octopus’. Stunning It enough to make It forget to go intangible and getting slammed into the wall.

Tucker shouts, “Hell yeah! It’s go through thing doesn’t work on you!”, while Sam rolls away. Danny kicks at the downed ghost, fist balled up and practically growling, “don’t. Touch. My. Friends”. The two friends blinking as Danny actually chases after the ghost when It seems to be fleeing, the ‘octopus’ looking startled. They stick their heads around the alley corner catching Danny punching It again before It phases through Danny’s house, Danny kicking at the wall. Both of them are pretty sure Danny would have followed It if he actually knew how.

Tucker chuckling a bit awkwardly, “well alright then. You go Danny”, looking at Sam, “you saw his eyes too right?”.

Sam nods, “green yeah. And he never fights”.

Tucker looks back at Danny, who sticks up his middle fingers at the wall but stands up straight, “think his personalities a bit ghostly too?”.

Sam watches as Danny turns around looking rather aggressive and baring his teeth a bit before brightening up at seeing them, muttering at Tucker quickly, “oh yeah. Definitely”.  

Danny walks over quickly, looking Sam over, “you guys fine?”. Ignoring the slightly weird and concerned looks they give him before they both nod and smile at him. “Good”, looking around some, “um, still wanna go to the park?”.

Sam and Tucker exchange a glance and shrug. Tucker punching Danny’s shoulder, “sure, and that was awesome dude”. Danny rubs at his neck and looks like he should be blushing, shrugging, “I don’t know about that. It didn’t seem very smart”.

Tucker chuckles as they start walking down the sidewalk, “and nether’s Dash. I’d still be impressed if anyone punched him”.

Danny shakes his head, Sam and Tucker both blink and then start snickering at him. Quirking an eyebrow, “what?”.

Tucker and Sam glance at the light post he had just walked through, Tucker snickering, “you didn’t even notice did you?”.

“Huh?”.

Sam shakes her head and starts walking again, “you walked through a pole Danny”.

“Goddamnit”.

--Line Break--

When Danny gets up the next morning he knows something’s not right. He’d noticed it getting progressively worse through the night. He was tired. But not, like, the normal kind of tired. It felt more like a weakness, like after overworking your muscles and feeling like jello the next day. His mind wasn’t tired at all. The plus side was his ‘powers’, or whatever, weren’t acting up as often.

Groaning and sitting up in bed. Laying down was nice even if it was technically pointless. Sighing at the clock, at least it was about seven now, so it wasn’t weird if he got up. Playing Doom had gotten boring hours ago. Though he’s got no clue what he’s going to do. At least eating was something to do, even if he wasn’t hungry and mentally pushing away the why for that. Pulling his onesie over the jumpsuit, and taking the steps a bit slowly. God, he was tired.

Maddie blinks at Danny as he comes into the kitchen. He looked like...well, like shit, if she’s blunt. He was so pale, more than even Sam, which would be a bit of a feat if it wasn’t worrying. His hair was a complete mess, and not in the ‘I don’t care to brush it’ kind of way. Frowning at him, “sweetie? Maybe you should sit down”.

Danny snaps his head up and gulps a little, was he acting weird or something? Did they know what happened with the portal? “Um, why?”.

“I think you might be sick sweetie, hold on”, Maddie turns around missing Danny’s worried frown as she looks around for a thermometer.

Danny tries to wave her off, utterly failing at seeming calm and collected when he spots the thermometer. If his pulse was gone, who knows what his temperature would be. “No no, I’m sure I’m fine or it’s just a little bug or something”.

Maddie puts her hands on her hips and glares a bit before holding the thermometer out to him, “I don’t think so. At least let me check”. The two sit in silence, Danny tying to think of a way out of this when Jack sticks his head in, “maybe it’s because of the portal! There’s got to be more ecto-energy in the house now. Maybe Danny-boy’s just more sensitive to that stuff! So he needs to adjust!”.

Danny’s not sure if he should agree with that or not, “uhhhh”. He promptly decides that he probably shouldn’t as his mom speaks, “that would be all the more reason to check him out, and-”, Maddie cuts herself off and squints a little. Jack always forgot the lab key, having to ask her for it, “Jack...was the lab locked?”.

Danny mentally pales, pretty sure his actual skin can’t get any paler, while his dad shakes his head. His mom looking to him, “have you been in the lab lately?”.

Jack is less bothered, sometimes younger minds saw what older ones didn’t, “oh! Did you kids figure out what was wrong with it?!?”. Maddie glares at him, “they’re not supposed to be down there Jack”. Jack waves her off, “oh what’s a little lost safety precautions in the name of science!”. Maddie crosses her arms and shakes her head before looking back at Danny, “well? I could just pull the footage”.

Danny gulps, that would be bad. Rubbing at his neck awkwardly, “um...yes?”. He cringes a bit over his mom sighing. But for once he’s glad for his dads' excitability, “HA! He’s a little genius Mads! How’d you fix it?”.

Maddie was going to basically shove the thermometer at Danny but his neck rubbing makes her noticed his gloves, they looked like their black jumpsuit gloves. Instead asking a question of her own, “are you wearing your jumpsuit?”.

Danny’s practically mentally chanting ‘fuck’ though maybe if he appeals to their pride or whatever it’ll get him off the hook for at least a little. Clearing his throat, “I mean, I know I’m not supposed to go down there, but you guys were so bummed out and I was safe about it”, that last bit was a total lie considering walking inside one of his parents inventions, which were known to be temperamental, was stupidly dangerous, “the whole ‘don’t touch anything ecto without protection’ rule”.

Maddie sighs and pinches her nose, well at least that was something, “well I'm glad you listened to us on one thing. Why are you still wearing it though?”.

Jack beams, “maybe Danny-boy’s finally got the Fenton family love of spandex!”. He knew at least one of them would see the light someday!

Danny blinks, come to think of it, it was oddly comfortable. No way was he going to admit that though, nope, never. Though he probably should take off and trash the clothing he’s got on underneath it, being all burnt and shit. “It’s...not bad”, shrugging and running his right hand over the left, that he knew probably still looked like an overcooked hotdog. Then making an excuse up on the fly, “and with the portal just turning on, no dad I don’t really know what I did to it I just poked it, figured it might be better to just stay in the protective stuff, yeah?”.

Maddie nods, that was reasonable enough. No one exactly knew what being near a functioning ghost portal would do, especially to someone unprotected. “Maybe you fixed a loose panel or screw, which while thanks, you still shouldn’t have been down there. And-”, pointing at Danny’s pale face, “-you clearly have been affected by it”.

Danny can’t help but think, no fucking shit, it killed me. Eyeballing the thermometer as she pushes it at him and crosses her arms, only to get saved by his two friends as they practically kick in the door.

Sam and Tucker can practically see and feel Danny begging them to save his ass. So like good friends, Tucker speed walks over and grabs Danny by the arm, “dude, you gotta see the weird sh-stuff that flute guys doing in the park”, then functionally dragging Danny out the door. Danny giving a slightly apologetic smile to his parents, “I’ll be home later I guess, see ya!”.

Maddie frowns and shakes her head, clearly his friends could tell he wasn’t well? Hopefully they’ll keep a close eye on him. Those two, while strange, were pretty trustworthy. Nodding to herself and deciding that if Danny comes home looking better, then his guess is probably right. But if he’s the same, he is absolutely getting a proper Fenton family check-up.

Sam and Tucker stop in their walking as soon as they get around a corner, both definitely noticing that Danny’s lagging behind a bit; though both pretty pleased Danny managed to not go through them as they practically dragged him off.

Turning to him, Tucker comments, “you look like shit dude”. While Sam asks, “did you sleep?”.

Danny grumbles, “thanks asshole”, as he leans back against a wall, “folks know about accidentally turning on the portal and me wearing the jumpsuit they made me”.

Tucker grumbles, “well shit. How much trouble are you in?”. While Sam glares at Danny for avoiding her question.

Danny shrugs and pushes off the wall to start walking towards the park, never know his folks might check they’re actually there, and it was on the way to school; this was a supremely shitty Monday. “Not sure. Dad’s just excited, mom didn’t get past saying she wasn’t happy about it”.

Tucker pats Danny on the shoulder, managing not to trip when he goes through Danny on the third pat, “well your welcome then. Hopefully they'll be not pissed after school. Also, you need to work on that”.

“Fuck off”. Sam and Tucker promptly having the catch Danny as he trips over a rock. Danny grumbling, “now why couldn’t I just accidentally go through that instead”.

Sam tilts her head, “well it did save you from face-planting into a light pole yesterday”, squinting at Danny as he regains his footing, “it makes sense you might not feel so good after the accident, but are you okay?”.

Tucker pokes him on the cheek, “you are super pale. Like if Sam wasn’t worried she’d be drooling”. Sam hits Tucker for that, making Danny chuckle.

Danny doesn’t want them worrying but he knew he looked shit. Felt like it too. Shrugging, “just tired guys”.

Tucker rolls his eyes, speaking full of sarcasm, “uh-huh”. While Sam shakes her head, “aka you didn’t sleep and are thusly exhausted. Meaning you’ll probably get in trouble for napping in class”.

Danny chuckles and smirks a little, his friends knew him well but he knew that was not why he felt so drained and whipped out. Though he looks around as they get to the park, looking to change the subject, “I'm guessing the flute guy was just a cover story?”.

Sam glares at him but Tucker smirks and nods, “yup, you clearly wanted away from your folks”. The three move to sit on one of the benches. Sam poking Danny, “maybe this idiot should nap here before school. Not like any of us have anything for anyone to steal”.

Danny’s perfectly content to lay across their laps, as friends they were probably weirdly close to other people but it worked for them. That thought makes him feel like a bit of a dick for hiding shit from them. Raising an eyebrow at Tucker squinting at him, feeling a little bit worried when Tucker puts a hand on his forehead, “dude, you’re freezing”.

Danny shrugs, touches his own forehead and shrugs again, “I feel fine?”. Sam shakes her head at him when she touches his forehead, “you’re an ice cube. You probably can’t tell through the suit”.

Tucker looks around before basically yanking Danny’s sweater off, ignoring Danny’s indignant “hey!”. Tucker pokes where they all know the zipper is, “you never did show us the separating thing and then you can check your skin. Not like anyone else will be here”.

Danny knows damn well Tucker just poking the zipper rather than just straight up unzipping it, was him being nice and letting Danny do it himself. They could be more stubborn than his entire family. Sighing after glancing around and fiddling with the hidden zipper, having to blink away the blurriness in his eyes a few times. Pretty well instantly seeing his ghostly black jump-suited chest separating from his body, though making sure to keep the left side of his jumpsuit close to his shirt and skin, so they wouldn’t see the ruined section of the shirt. Pulling the right sides fingers out of the glove and pulling his arm out. Nodding his white-haired head at his technically two arms. The ‘human’ body one basically laying limp and waving at them slightly with the ‘ghost’ one.

Sam frowns, “okay, clearly your ghost? has to be literally in your body to control it”.

Tucker shakes his head as he pokes at the ghostly arm, “now can you take this jumpsuit off?”.

Danny shrugs, “fuck if I know”, then restraining a chuckle at Tucker just grabbing his limp ‘human’ arm and touching it to Danny’s head. “Tuck, I can’t feel shit without my ghost or whatever in it”.

Tucker shrugs, “yeah, well your arm’s cold too...both of them. Which fine, ghost one probably makes sense”.

Sam raises an eyebrow, “how do you get it back together? Cause we do not have the gloves”.

Danny sort of just grabs the limb with the ghostly arm and uses his still normal jumpsuit covered left hand to maneuverer his right back into the jumpsuit and zipping it all back shut. Sticking his hand out to Tucker and opening and closing it, “tada, now give me my sweater back. I’d prefer to put off people noticing the jumpsuit as long as possible”.

Tucker chuckles but relents, handing over the garment, “whelp, I guess you’re doomed to forever wearing three layers”.

Danny shrugs, “I dunno Tuck, haven’t actually tried taking off my t-shirt and shit. Prob do that tonight”. While Sam pushes him to lay back down across their laps, “sleep you idiot”. Danny just rolls his eyes, “don’t think that’s gonna happen, sorry not sorry”.

Sam just shakes her head and the three sit in silence for a while before she speaks up again, “so your ghost, spirit, soul, however we or more so you want to call it; is clearly not super grounded to your body anymore”.

Danny snorts, eyes closed, “no shit. Honestly, something tells me that if I hadn’t been wearing this jumpsuit, I probably wouldn’t have even been able to get back in and stay in at all. Being that it’s a special material and all”.

Tucker and Sam nod in agreement. Neither really wanting to think on the what-ifs of that situation.

After a bit, Tucker speaks up himself, “any clue why you’re cold? ‘Cause you are really cold”.

Danny sighs and opens his eyes, rolling them at Tucker, “no, why would I? I didn’t even notice. Still can’t tell by the by”.

Sam frowns but pushes the boys to get up at seeing the time, “well, you’re folks are going to notice eventually. Just hope the patented Fenton suits do indeed block out hot or cold temperatures. Also, we’re gonna be late if we stick ‘round here any longer. You didn’t get a wink of sleep did you?”.

Danny smirks and brushes imaginary dirt off his baggy jeans, “now why would I? And yeah, I know”, pointing at Tucker, “that’s basically what y’all saved me from this morning. The thermometer”. Sure he wasn’t sure his temperature was off, but considering... So now he had a school day to figure out an excuse. Seriously doubting his mom’s just going to drop it. They may be a little work focused, but they did care, care a lot actually.

Sam glares at Danny, “so you knew your temperature was funky“.

Danny rolls his eyes as they start walking towards the school, “I guessed. Makes sense that things would be funky Sam”. Sam just rolls her eyes but glances at him worriedly. He looked like shit, way too pale and concerningly cold.

Danny raises an eyebrow at Sam as they leave chemistry when she shoves a thermometer into his pocket. Sam glares at him, “it’s better you know, that way we can come up with something. Especially since sleep deprivation does not equal good plan creation”, pausing for a beat, “do you even have an excuse figured out yet?”.

Danny shrugs, no he damn didn’t, his head kind of felt like walking through mud at this point. Paying attention to classes wasn’t even something he felt like doing. Everyone was talking too fast and he was starting to notice other things, really distracting things. Everything was more defined when his eyes weren’t blurred over, smells practically were bombarding him and everything was so loud. But at the same time, he was occasionally just losing his senses at random. For a while he couldn’t even feel his feet walking across the ground and basically had to stare at his shoes. He was not having a good time here. Shaking his head at her but heading towards one of the more secluded bathrooms, though none of them really gave a damn if anyone saw the three walk in together. “I’ve got nothing currently. Other than blaming being so close to the portal when it started up. That worked somewhat for the whole looking like shit problem”.

Tucker shakes his head with a smirk as he leans against the closed bathroom door. Before frowning slightly and really looking Danny over. He actively looked worse. People who got run over in movies looked better than he did and his speech was kind of...slurred. Not to mention how slowly he was moving and responding to things. “You look more shit-like by the way”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “fuck youuu too Tuck”, before sitting next to Sam on the floor and sticking the thermometer into his mouth. At least with them they knew weird shit had happened to him and he knew that literally nothing could make them turn their backs on him. Plus, they weren’t ghost hunters, and Danny’s absolutely sure he’s just straight up a ghost. Staring at the numbers on the beeping thermometer only confirms that more to him, reading 19C. Grumbling at the little stick, “well damn”.

Tucker cranes his head and pushes his glasses up, nodding, “like I said dude, fucking ice cube”. Before whipping out his PDA and Googling away. Frowning at the result, “Danny dude, uh, you have about the same temperature as a corpse”.

Danny just nods and rubs his neck, making it obvious that he already knew that. Sam squints at him, “you assumed that was the case didn’t you?”, Sam glares at him as he looks around guiltily, “Danny what’s going on? Why would you assume that?”.

Danny grumbles, “now you’re sounding like my mom. Geez. Just what else would be a likely possibility?”.

Sam rolls her eyes, easily recognising that line of bullshit, “what’s. Going. On. Danny”.

Tucker mutters at his PDA, “I mean, he probably was dead for a bit. Probably still a little dead now. Dead enough to have a solid ghost”. Sam glares at him, “don’t give him an excuse”, before going back to glaring at Danny as she gets up, “well?”.

Danny shrugs and goes to stand, right leg promptly going through the floor, yelping as they catch him and pull him up. Danny grumbles at his leg, “well besides going through random crap. Which is still very annoying”, glaring at Tucker, “which again, I can’t control”.

Tucker actually glares at Danny himself now, “dodging dude. Don't”. The worst thing was Danny dodging meant it was something bad, possibly really bad. Danny was horrible for shrugging off anything genuinely bothering him. He ignored and hid a broken arm for an entire day once. Sure they’d definitely pick up on that now, being older, but still.

Danny sighs and looks between his two friends, he wasn’t about to get out of this and really the only explanation he had for why he assumed his temperature would be exactly or around a corpses, was the whole dead body thing. But again, he didn’t really want them knowing that. Even if Tucker seemed oddly okay with the idea of him being kinda dead. But all dead? That’s gotta be less okay. He doesn’t want them feeling bad, but what’s he gonna say? He can’t really think up anything at the moment.

Both of them glare at him just standing there and blinking at them, clearly trying to think up some excuse or another. Sam snaps, “we will strip you down and check you over if we have to”. After a little bit Danny cringes and puts up his hands, “that’s, uh, not necessarily guys”, Danny looks down with a quirked eyebrow, muttering, “not sure I want to know what would happen if I took the jumpsuit off entirely”. Both Sam and Tucker frown at that, not really wanting to have to go through shoving Danny back into his own body again.

Danny looks back up at Sam when she clears her throat. He starts squinting slightly when his vision blurs over again. Sighing and shaking his head, “I’m fine guys”.

“That’s fucking bullshit”.

“Come on dude. You know we know you better than to believe that”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “don’t we still have class?”. Both of them cross their arms at him, “Danny”.

“Geez, double ‘Danny’ing me”. Both of them just glare harder at him. While he leans against the counter and plays with the glove on his left hand, if he really pressed he could sort of feel the crunchiness. Which yup, disgusting; deciding to stop toying with the limb before he outwardly grimaces. He doesn’t even get the chance to try reaffirming that he is ‘indeed fine’ and that they ‘don’t need to worry’ as he shrugs and opens his mouth. Both of them snapping before he can speak, “don’t you dare say you’re fine”.

Danny grumbles, “I’m not getting out of this one, am I?”.

Tucker shakes his head but smiles slightly, “not a chance dude. You were sorta dead for a bit and your body’s doing crazy superhero shit. We’re gonna be on you more”.

“I’m not a superhero Tuck”.

“Danny”.

Danny sighs and slumps a bit, hiding this from them was probably going to be impossible. And it’s not like he really wants to. Them knowing each other’s everything was part of what made them, well, them. “You guys know how I am too well”.

Sam rolls her eyes, “duh. Now what is it Danny”.

Danny sighs again, deciding to just sit on the counter at this point. Chuckling at Tucker kicking the door aggressively, probably someone was trying to get in even if he didn’t hear anyone doing that. Sam and Tucker, meanwhile, are just a bit more worried over how delayed Danny’s reaction was.

Danny decides that holding off is probably just going to make this more unpleasant for everyone, sighing, “fine”, looking at Sam, “you’re right, I didn’t sleep. Haven’t been able to since”.

Sam snaps, “Danny that’s at least fifty hours”. Tucker nods, “I’d say props for the marathoning, but this isn't intentional, I’m guessing”.  

Danny shakes his head, he would love to be asleep right now if he could be. Fuck he was tired and just not being conscious for a while would be great. Rubbing his face, which yeah the spandex did feel nice on, “obviously. I might have an idea what insomnia feels like now. Minus that kind of tired anyway”.

Both of them raise an eyebrow at him, Sam asking, “I thought you said you were tired?”.

Danny rubs at his neck, “different kind of tired. Like I’ve overexerted myself to the extreme”.

Tucker taps his chin, “well, I imagine being dead for a bit and restarting all that stuff would be draining on your body. Should logically be getting better, not worse though”.

Danny frowns and fiddles with his gloves again making Sam sigh, “what else Danny?”.

Danny sighs and points at Tucker, “that’s the thing, I don’t think I’ve restarted jack shit”.

“Uh dude, pretty sure you stopped breathing and your heart too. So there was stuff for you to restart”, Tucker cringes a little, that had scared the absolute crap out of him.

Danny frowns and blinks a bit, not having even noticed the lack of breathing. While Sam nods, “your blood not flowing for so long probably messed your systems up a bit. Is it a physical tiredness?”.

Danny tilts his head, logically, right, if it was his body then his ghost or whatever wouldn’t feel it; but it very explicitly did. “Physical yeah but not, like, my body body. It’s the ghost one, I think?”. While Sam hums clearly thinking, Danny continues, “and no, I haven’t restarted shit-”.

Sam interrupts him, “well, your ghost is probably what had to do the restarting and having a ghost is new, so could be like using a new muscle”, Sam pauses and squints at Danny, having processed what he had started saying, “what do you mean by you haven’t restarted things?”.

Danny rubs his neck, there’s no way they were going to be happy about this, “I mean you’ve probably got a point on the ghost thing being new. But, um, when you guys went to sleep that night obviously I didn’t”.

Tucker nods, “you said as much”.

Danny nods in return and looks around a bit, “considering the whole dead or dying thing, I decided to actually, y’know, check? My folks do have an ECG you know”.

Sam and Tucker exchange a glance before looking back to Danny, both a bit worried now. Sam asking, “are you trying to say you don’t have a heartbeat? Because Danny, you shouldn’t be able to walk around at all if that’s the case”.

Danny shrugs, “pretty much yeah. My theory is my ghost or whatever is just puppeting my corpse around”.

Sam can’t help but laugh a little, “that is a very morbid way to put it Danny”, before sighing, “are you sure?”.

Danny shrugs and looks at them, “I dunno. I haven’t, like, rechecked. It explains the body temp though”.  

Tucker nods, made sense, a corpse would be as cold as one. “So totally dead not just kinda dead”.

Danny hops off the counter, sighing a bit happily when he doesn’t start going through the floor, before nodding at Tucker, “I think so. Suit’s just holding me in or together or whatever”.

Tucker punches him in the shoulder, “well it’s whatever. Not happy dude, but you’re still here, so it’s whatever”. Sam bumps shoulders with him as they turn to head out of the bathroom, “bet anything that’s why you feel all tired then, moving around their corpse is probably not something ghosts normally do. You’ll adjust”.

Danny grumbles as they head to their last class before lunch, “well it should hurry up with the adjusting”.

While Tucker laughs a bit and speaks quietly, “and here’s hoping ectoplasm is as good a preserver as your parents think, so you don’t start rotting or something”.

Danny makes a disgusted and deeply offended face at Tucker as they sit down in their chairs, “I did not need to have that possibility put into my head Tuck. Fuck you”.

Tucker waves him off, “oh don’t worry, we’ll let you know if your shit stinks”.

“Fuck. You. Tuck. Fuck you so much”.

Sam and Tucker walk slowly so Danny can keep up with them, neither’s really sure if Danny actually knows how slowly he’s reacting and doing things. Though both of them are also pretty sure that the reason is he, the ghost Danny, is just figuring out how to make Its stupid meat sack work properly. Adjusting. And it might just be one of those ‘gets worse before it gets better’ things.

Danny sighing as they sit down at their lunch table, the one furthest away from everyone, very thankful for that fact in case he does something weird. Tucker poking him, “you know, you kept flickering invisible in class”. Danny groans, “I didn’t even notice. Did anyone else?”.

Both Sam and Tucker shake their heads, Sam replying before eating away at her lettuce and carrot wrap, “nope, you’re good”. Danny grunts and rest his forehead on the table, thank Hell for people being unobservant.

Tucker pushes Danny’s shoulder when he sees Dash. It would probably be best if Danny acted as normal, well normal for Danny, as possible. Pushing down his worry over it taking a while for Danny to respond and sit up, “wha?”.

“Dash”.

“.........Ah shit”.

“Yeah”.

Dash sneers as he looks at the little trio of losers, eyes stopping on the crappy looking Danny, “what your body finally realised how shitty your existence is?”, scoffing at Fenton just glaring after a bit. Well that was no fun, and promptly dumping his tray of scraps on the geek friend's head.

Tucker and Sam are actually glad for Danny’s delayed reaction time as he starts growling well after Dash has walked away. Though both get a little startled when Tucker has to stop cleaning himself off to grab Danny’s arm, stopping him from getting up and seemingly chasing after the bully. “It’s not worth it dude. He’s not worth shit. And your crap is not exactly cooperating with you right now”.

Danny grumbles and huffs, “prick still shouldn’t get off with attacking my friends like that”.

Tucker quirks an eyebrow, “it’s nothing new. Barely even qualifies as harmful even. It’s damn annoying yeah, but whatever”.

Sam, having a bit of Deja Vu from yesterday’s ghost octopus incident, “you know, that’s the second time you’ve been a bit weirdly protective of us?”.

Danny squints at her before shrugging, “seems normal to me”.

Tucker snorts while he pulls the last bits of food out of his sweater, “‘seems normal’ says the guy from possibly the least normal family in the world who’s trying and failing to pilot his own corpse”.  

“Hey now, I’m trying you ass”.

Sam shakes her head, “no you idiots”, poking Danny, “think maybe you, as a ghost cause let’s be honest, if you’re dead and ‘piloting your corpse’ you are the ghost, might have a protective issue? Is that a ghost thing?”.

Danny squints, trying to remember if his folks had ever mentioned anything like that. Which no, they definitely did not. It was always evil this or violent that. Grunting at her, “no. They’d probably laugh at the idea of a ghost being ‘protective’ or ‘good’ or anything positive actually”, air-quoting, “those emotionless ectoplasmic scum are nothing but Obsession and malicious intent”.

Tucker claps Danny on the shoulder, having to do it a second time as he phased through him the first time, “ghost fuckers would be protective of their Obsession shit though, right? Maybe we’re your Obsession”.

Danny screws up his face, that statement felt wrong on a deep level, “why the Hell do you sound happy about that idea?”.

Tucker waves him off, “I’m a slut for attention”, sighing wistfully, “hundreds of girls obsessing over me, now that would be a dream come true”.

Sam whacks Tucker over the head, “you’re a pig”. Danny grumbling with a laugh after a bit, “and I think you’re still the weird one”.

Sam bumps shoulders with Danny as they get up at the sound of the lunch bell, “your folks are clearly wrong on stuff. Because emotionless my ass”.

Danny shrugs and looks at his feet, “could change th-”.

Sam points at Danny aggressively and cuts him off, “don’t you dare with that shit”. Tucker throws an arm around Danny, “you’re the goodest dude. If anything you’re probably actually Obsessed, if that even is a thing, with something that’ll make you gooder”.

Danny turns and squints at Tucker before they have to go their separate was for classes, “Tuck...I’m pretty sure you just used a couple imaginary words. And for the record, I don’t feel ‘obsessed’, or whatever, over anything...currently anyway”. Tucker just gives him a thumbs-up as he walks off.

Sitting down Danny, can’t really get his mind off the whole Obsession thing. Obsessions were one of his folks' bigger theories. Meaning they had poured tons of research into it. Meaning it was more than likely accurate. Which really just makes Danny hope Tucker’s right that it’ll have a positive effect on him. Though that just gets him thinking on all the theories his folks had, very few being even redeemable as possibly not bad. Seriously making him hope they are wrong about a lot. But that would also make them feel bad, which he doesn’t want either. Talk about a catch twenty-two.

By the end of his second to last class, Danny’s not exactly liking how hard it’s gotten to move. It was like his limbs were full of lead and he was just so tired. But he does his damnedest to speed walk out of Mr. Lancer’s class, seeing the worried glances the teacher had been throwing at him all class.

Having to pause and just look around for a bit after getting out just to orient himself, everything and one is just moving too fast.

Jerking a bit and turning his head to the side over someone tapping his shoulder, firmly glad it’s just Tucker. Promptly greeting him, “heyyyyy”.

Tucker cringes at the heavy slurring and just how utterly like crap Danny looked, patting Danny on the shoulder, “dude”, nodding his head towards Sam as she approaches. Waiting for Danny to look back at her before Tucker starts talking to Danny again, “Lancer actually called our last teacher to get us to take you home. Saying that, and these are his words not mine, ‘Daniel looked like he was on the verge of dying’. So no Art class for any of us”.

Sam and Tucker walk with Danny between them, pushing him forward with their shoulders and pretty sure he’s not entirely aware they’re actually moving. It takes a full five minutes for him to respond, “tha ba?”.

Sam and Tucker look at him, pretty sure he’d face-plant if he tried walking on his own at this point. His movements were stilted, eyes didn’t really seem focused on anything and his complexion was basically translucent. Tucker gives him a smile anyway, “pretty sure you are failing miserably at working your body”, frowning a little, “honestly, maybe shoving you back in wasn’t such a good idea. Maybe ghosts literally can’t do what you’re trying to”. Whatever Danny had said in response was basically unintelligible gibberish, if they were even supposed to be words.

Sam looks around once they get out the front doors, guiding the two boys into the little indented area of the school where the smokers usually hid. The two lay Danny to sit on the ground before pulling off his sweater and moving to unzip the jumpsuit. Both hoping that disconnecting/separating Danny a bit would help.

Danny’s reaction time is far too delayed to cover up his left half once he clues in what’s going on, but him trying to, makes it very clear to them he knew; while both of them suck in their breaths. Tucker looks away from the clearly burnt mess, it was damn obvious that was what caused Danny to scream like he did. Shaking his head to clear away the image while Danny says, “srrrrry”.

Sam snapping without any real bite, “grossing Tucker out is not what you should be saying sorry for Danny”, being the one with the strongest stomach Sam elects to look over Danny’s bodies limp shoulder and left arm/hand. Beef jerky fire log was not a description she wanted to be applicable to any part of her friends bodies. Speaking barely above a whisper, “does it hurt?”. Danny shakes his head slowly after a while. Sam’s honestly thankful for that. Plus, if it was hurting him then logically he shouldn’t have been able to move it around at all, like he had been all day.

Both of them looking over the bits of Danny’s ghost that were out, with him leaning his white-haired head, black jumpsuit covered glowing chest and right arm on Tucker. Both of them picking up how faint the glow was, having to actually squint to easily see it. Whereas before it had been almost harsh in its brightness. His ghost body was also extremely translucent and bits seemed to be dissipating off into the air. His green eyes were completely washed out, nearly looking pale grey. Sam pushes Danny up a bit off of Tucker and fiddles with the black jumpsuit, both pleased and surprised to find a zipper.

Tucker throwing in some humour while Sam unzips ghost Danny, “you smell like lime, like a sickly strong soda pop”. Getting more gibberish in response.

Sam’s not going to try and figure out why his ghost jumpsuit is just over bare skin instead of a colour inverted t-shirt. While Danny’s bodies skin looked translucent, his ghost body was completely so. Touching at his chest over the ball of light she can see is inside, only for Danny to shrink back from the touch and make weak growls. Though that gets them to notice that ghost Danny was moving just as, if not more, jerky than when he was piloting his body. Opting to zip him back up because there’s really nothing she can think to do, and the three just settle into resting in their secluded spot; ghost Danny slumped over Tucker again with his corpses body resting across their laps.

After about ten minutes of Tucker winding his fingers through Danny’s white hair and Sam patting his jean covered legs, Danny shivers and mumbles though clearly trying to make what he says clear, “erse. Eel erse”.

Both friends pause and look towards him, Tucker asking, “worse? Are you trying to say ‘worse’?”. Danny makes what sounds like hissing in response but the slight nodding makes it clear he was trying to say ‘yes’.

Tucker and Sam exchange a worried glance before Tucker nods his head for Sam to work on getting Danny back fully in himself and the jumpsuit. Both frown when Sam grabs Danny’s limp ghostly left arm and it squishes a bit, green sticky goo sticking to her fingers when she tries to lift her hand off a little. Sam pushes on anyway and holds his arms together one at a time to get them back into the jumpsuit, Tucker lowering Danny’s upper half back down so Sam can zip the jumpsuit up and hoping that he should be glad at Danny’s fully snapping back into his body. Watching him blink and loll his head around a bit, before they grab his arms and heave him up. They’re both worried and glad when Danny grips their clothing slightly after throwing his arms over their shoulders. But they’re definitely happy Danny can walk on his own a bit, even if it’s slow and uncoordinated.

Sam asking after a bit, “how you doing Danny?”.

“Mmmm ine”.

Sam grumbles to herself about how Danny is just incapable of admitting when he is decidedly not fine. But both friends stop walking, picking up that they’re dragging Danny at this point.

The last thing Danny hears before blacking out is Tucker snapping, “I swear if you fucking keel over on us again I will never forgive you”. Catching this first bit of Sam’s comment, “don’t you dare Fent-”.

Tucker and Sam lower Danny down to the ground, Tucker running a hand down his face, “Danny dude fuck“, before shaking his head and snapping at Sam, “grab his legs. We’re carrying this asshole”.  

They make a damn point of speed walking the rest of the way, both a little pissed Danny tried to play this off and pissed because they don’t even have a clue what to do with this. It’s not like they could go to the hospital and even if they did have medical training -which they don’t- it would be pretty damn useless. And the only people who might even have the slightest clue how to treat a ghost made it a living to harm them. Seriously hoping the two hunters would realise this was their kid and be parents first.

Jack furrows his brow and Maddie gapes before rushing over as Sam kicks in the door and helps Tucker carry Danny inside. He looked dead. Motionless and so pale they could see his veins through his skin. Maddie snapping, “what happened?!? We could have picked him up!”, while helping the two teens to set Danny down on the couch.

Jack blurting out, “was it a ghost?”, then soundings a bit small, which is a bit of a miracle for the large man, “is this because of the portal?”.

Sam and Tucker exchange a glance, both biting their lips. They knew Danny probably didn’t want his folks knowing what happened. But secrets weren’t worth his life? Existence?

Maddie glares at the teens who clearly don’t really want to talk as she sticks the thermometer in Danny’s mouth. She should have kept him home, they should have brought him home sooner, the school should have called.

Tucker nods at Sam to do the talking, being the more well-spoken one who was used to arguing with parental figures, while he gets Danny’s shoes, pants and sweater off. Pretty sure that Danny’d at least be more comfortable this way.

Maddie had pulled the thermometer out of Danny’s mouth just before Tucker had moved on to pulling off Danny’s sweater, she’d be a bit curious over how practiced and easy that seemed to come to the teen if it weren’t for her boys current state. How skinny Danny was just made him look more fragile whenever he was unwell, she kind of hated that.

Gaping at the temperature reading, this was beyond hypothermic! While Sam starts talking at her and grabs the thermometer out of her hand, “that’s not important. We already know. I made him take his temperature hours ago”, Maddie gapes more as the goth looks at the thermometer and nods, “same as before. That’s good?”, shaking her head, “not important. See Danny kind of li-”.

Maddie cuts her off, “what do you mean the same! That, this kind of temperature is beyond deadly!”. Sam just glares at her before snapping, “ignore that. We can’t explain everything because Danny clearly needs help. So shut up and listen”. Maddie only shuts up out of a bit of respect for the girl being protective and how Danny needing help was far more important than anything strange.

Jack nodding at Sam, “what didn’t Danny-boy tell us? How do we help?”.

Sam nods curtly at the man before batting away Maddie’s hand from Danny’s jumpsuit zipper, “don’t. That makes him worse. We tried that already”, glancing at the lab door, “Danny said you already knew about him activating the portal?”. At both their nods she asks, “did he tell you how?”.

Jack mutters, “he said he just poked it”, Maddie nodding, “we think he must have accidentally fixed a loose screw or panel”.

Tucker snorts and mutters at Danny, “that weak shit is what you went with? Really?”.

Sam rolls her eyes, “poked something is probably accurate Tucker. Just with the where omitted”, looking to Jack then Maddie, “Danny was inside when it turned on”.

Both parents yelling, “WHAT!!!”.

Sam glares, “doesn’t matter, its past. Only even mentioning it right now because it’s important to explain why we brought him here not the hospital or anything”.

Tucker nods, patting Danny’s shoulder, “we don’t know what to do and the hospital would be even more useless. But you know ghosts”.

Maddie shakes her head, not wanting to even consider letting her mind go down the path it’s trying to, “what do ghosts have to do with-”.

Sam cuts her off, “everything. But you have to just believe us because proving it requires taking off the jumpsuit and that would be bad. We saw it, saw him. He didn’t survive the portal turning on Maddie”.

Maddie shakes her head and looks at Danny, trying to ignore the lack of a rise and fall to his chest, “but, no, that’s not, he doesn’t look-”.

Sam cuts her off again, “don’t care. We got him back into his body. He’s possessing himself right now. When we got him to fess up, he said he was tired but like he’d over exerted himself, not like he needed to sleep. His reaction time’s slow, jerky movements, startled slurring a lot”.  

Tucker’s nods, “we thought he just needed time to adjust, when he got worse we got him out of the jumpsuit a bit, that seems to be the only thing really holding him in”.

Sam picks up and talks a bit faster as Tucker pats Danny when he shivers. Both having decided the ‘shiver’ was not a good sign, “his ghost was translucent, eyes dull, glow barely visible and he got gooey when we touched him”, snapping her fingers and quickly adding, “under the ghost jumpsuit he had this glowing ball in his chest, touching the area seemed to hurt him”.

Jack gapes a little, she was talking about a Core, which they had definitely not told anyone about yet since it was only a beginning theory and impossible to prove. Which only meant they were absolutely telling the truth. Maddie snaps him out of his thoughts, “Jack get the portal open”.

Sam raises a distrustful eyebrow but the two teens help Maddie move Danny down to the lab. Tucker grumbling, “ghost hunters or not, if you hurt him-”.

Both are glad when Maddie cuts Tucker off, “never! I couldn’t, we couldn’t, he’s our baby-boy”, Maddie shakes her head and forces herself not to tear up, knowing damn well this, them being ghost hunters, was likely at least part of why they hadn’t been told about this. About Danny...dying. Being a....ghost. She’s got no clue how he’s still using his body at all but that doesn’t matter right now. Explaining at the two teens, “ghosts need to be in the Ghost Zone. They can only stay here for a short time. If he’s been like this since the portal started working then he should have dissolved into a puddle of ectoplasm before the sun even came up today”. Sam and Tucker pale at that, now both certain that taking him out of his jumpsuit at all was very very bad. Seriously hoping their ignorance didn’t just cost Danny his (after)life.

Jack speaking as he finishes hitting buttons to get the portal opened and rushing to grab a hover Observation Deck they had finished perfecting weeks ago, “his body must be stabilising him somehow. Did you kids use anything to get him in it?”.

Sam nods, helping Maddie rest Danny on the invention, while Tucker runs off and digs into a pile of stuff. Tucker rushes back over and pushes the gloves at Jack before heading back to Danny, speaking as he goes, “we kept going through him and him through his body so we grabbed two pairs of those thinking it would stop that from happening. Just sort of pushed him back into himself”.

Maddie tears up a little but shakes her head, poor kids, “you kids must have been terrified”. The two mutter, “understatement”, while Jack and Maddie hop onto the Observation Deck. Jack manning the controls for what’s functionally a convertible Spector Speeder. Maddie shaking her head at the teens as they go to crawl on board, “you two aren’t protected. We haven’t even been in there”.

Sam snaps, “then get us protection, we’re not leaving him”. Maddie only wastes a couple seconds staring at the defiant goth before jumping off to the jumpsuit closet and grabbing two of hers that were a bit small, throwing them at the two teens. Raising an eyebrow at the two as they get the jumpsuits on easily while Jack says, “hold on”, and guns it into the unknown of the Ghost Zone.  

Sam smirking at Maddie without any real humour, “we’ve both tried Danny’s on”. Jack can’t help but beam over that, his boy -though he didn’t say it- clearly was happy they made it for him. Liked it. Though he can’t help but shake his head and grimace over knowing that Danny-boy was basically stuck with it permanently now. At least they were comfortable.

Normally Jack and Maddie would have looked around at the strange green surroundings, but they couldn’t care less at the moment. Maddie yanking the two teens hoods over and goggles down before moving to get Danny’s off. Explaining why as she goes, “ghosts need to absorb the free-floating ectoplasm from the environment here to stay stable and healthy. Their own shed off ectoplasm converted by the atmosphere into latent ectoplasm would be better but new ghosts haven’t been around long enough to build up some in their environment. Lairs heal ghosts faster but we don’t have time to go looking for that”, shaking her head, she couldn’t bring herself to call him one of those creatures yet, not out loud, “I’m only unzipping it a bit just in case though”.

Tucker nods, “only a bit is enough for that part of him to detach, separate, expose, or whatever”. Looking over at Danny’s chest to see that black jumpsuit seemingly phase out of Danny’s body’s chest to float just over his shirt, the pale blue glow of the circle thingy in his chest showing through the translucent black easily.

Maddie sucking in a breath and Jack doing a bit of a double-take at Danny’s white-haired head -that absolutely should have more of a glow, it was barely there at all- just sort of floating out of his black-haired one. Maddie promptly moving to lean Danny’s ghostly head and chest out of the jumpsuit they had made for him and cradle his head in her lap, tearing up over how he was dissipating so much and how she could feel the gooey liquid of ectoplasm on her gloves. Jack muttering, “he’s colour inverted”. Everyone else just nodding.

Sam and Tucker sit on their knees rubbing at Danny’s legs while Maddie frowns at Danny’s form occasionally turning green and bubbling in spots. Looking at Jack, “steer us deeper in, be careful”, looking to Danny’s two friends that seem to be scrutinising her every feature, “our portal is set up to siphon off free-floating ectoplasm, so the levels arguably should be slightly lower near the portal”, she’s glad Danny’s got such good protective friends. But if they had all just told them then this situation could have been avoided. But how could she blame them? They were already in trouble for being in the lab and neither she nor Jack were subtle about their opinions on ghosts. Danny probably thought they’d think that about him. And if she’s honest with herself, if she didn’t know, hadn’t seen, that this was Danny, then she would think and treat him the same as any other ghosts. Zone she’s glad that never had a chance to happen. Never had a chance to wind up...hunting...him. But she’d take doing that and living with the regret, over him being destroyed, losing him entirely. Muttering at him but not daring to move him or touch him more, “oh sweetie”.

Jack glances at the two teens, swallowing a bit, he was never one for silence, especially drawn-out ones, blurting out, “the thing in his chest a Core. They were just a theory”.

Sam glares at him, “well don’t you dare try studying his”. Jack instantly shakes his head, “I wouldn’t! Unless he wanted that, was okay with it”.

Tucker rolls his eyes, “Danny would be ‘okay with’ nearly anything if he thinks it’ll help. Even if it hurts him. He’s an idiot like that”, shaking his head, “he hid this because he didn’t want to upset us”.

Sam nods with a sigh, “even tried to claim he was fine when he pretty much wasn’t coherent anymore”, glaring at Jack, “so him saying it’s okay doesn’t mean shit”.

Jack blinks, remembering that time Danny had ducked around him to catch a hot stove element even though Jack was the one with the temperature resistant jumpsuit gloves, just so he wouldn’t be upset about the element getting dented or his suit scorched. Nodding, “yeah, so selfless”.

Maddie smiles at Danny, “he’s always been a good kid”.

Sam, feeling the need to say this, “and he still is”, not a chance in Hell was she letting the two hunters label him as evil or emotionless or whatever other crap they happened to believe.

Jack grumbles, “I hope you’re right”, while Maddie glances at the goth and worries her lip some. All their research showed ghosts as inherently evil, cruel, and empty. They weren’t capable of being ‘good’. But at the same time, Sam and Tucker were describing him as being the same overly caring kid he’s always been. So Maddie hopes for his sake that their work’s wrong, or at the very least that holding on to his...body...keeps him more...human. Looking to the two teens and trying to word her question gently, “outside of the...destabilising symptoms, has he been different? At all?”.

Sam glares at her, “he’s been Danny”, snapping a bit meanly, “he’s not ‘going bad’ if that’s what you’re attempting to ask”.

Maddie sighs but Tucker does give her an actual answer, “he’s been more protective. That's it”, Sam glares at him for that but Maddie nods with a small smile, “thank you Tucker”. Looking up at the strange green sky, “it’s too early to say I guess, but I hope you kids are right”, looking back down to Danny and smiling a bit over his face twitching a little, “we all just have to keep an eye on him for now”.

Sam glares and Jack’s honestly impressed with just how much disapproval that girl can get out of her eyes. Sam snapping, “your theories are just that, theories. I’m not going to treat Danny like a dog that might snap just because of some bigoted opinions”.

Maddie sighs and glares a little, “theories have a bases. They’re never unfounded”.

“Bullshit. You couldn’t even study actual ghosts before now. Biology theories maybe, maybe, have more worth. But that’s it”.

Tucker groans, “it’s the meat argument all over again”. Sam points at him, “yes, and I’m right. They have feelings, Danny has feelings. When you base further opinions and theories on other ones that are comprised of bullshit, you just get more bullshit”.

Danny’s groan functionally halts the conversation, everyone holding their breaths as Danny slurs, “ish hat rally whatsss I wah up to?”.

Tucker chuckles a bit forcefully and pats Danny’s leg, “you know us, you’re the only thing that keeps us from killing each other”.

Danny snorts, “gesh I coulda use mmmm own Dannyyyy”. Sam and Tucker both facepalm. Sam muttering, “it’s too soon for the morbid jokes Danny”.

That comment is enough to jar Danny into opening his eyes, something being too morbid for the goth was almost concerning. Only to blink up at his mom who was clearly recovering from a serious cringe. “Uhhh hi?”.

Tucker laughs a bit more genuinely while Sam mutters, “oh my god Danny”. While Danny looks down at himself, going a bit wide-eyed at clearly being partly outside of himself and gaping a little at flicking his eyes to look around a bit, “whirl in tha?”.

Jack sits down closer to Danny’s heads and smiles down at him, “care to try that again Danny-boy?”.

While Tucker speaks up, “Ghost Zone dude. ‘Parently ghosts can’t stay in the human world for too long at a time. Y’know, like you did”.

Danny chuckles and nods, looking at his mom, “sew ya no I gerse”. She nods at him, “yeah sweetie. Don’t be mad at your friends though. They had to, you were really bad”. Danny nods, he kind of figured that was going to happen when he started feeling less like hot garage and more like a deadman getting beaten over every inch of his body with a scythe. They probably felt bad about telling them what was his secret to tell. Looking at them slowly, he’s just going to assume the blue jumpsuits were cause of being in the Zone, “sery y’all”.

Sam smacks his leg, “no sorry’s from you. You absolute idiot. The only damn thing you should feel even slightly bad about is not telling us just how bad you were”.

“Idn’t wanna worry ya”.

“For fucks shake Danny”.

Maddie’s not going to even bother calling the goth out on her language. Personally, she’s glad to see the selflessness from Danny right now. It meant he really was still him and good. Patting at Danny’s white hair, which he clearly didn’t expect, “well it’ll be okay now. You just need to stay here a bit longer. Focus on resting and recovering for now”.

Danny watches her hand for a bit, surprised and pleased seeing as she’s touching his ghost hair. “Sew I donno haveta stay?”. Jack muttering at him, “Danny-boy, we are not kicking you out”. Danny huffs a little, not what he meant though yes, that was on his mind too.

Maddie chuckles a little, “no sweetie. Technically you should stay a while but I’m sure your dad can whip up something that you can just take to sustain yourself on Earth”, glancing at Jack to make the hint very clear. Firmly pleased when he does skitter off to go through what they’ve got on board and thinking up ideas.

Danny doesn’t want to be a bother but he also knows that his folks love making stuff, especially for him and Jazz. While his mom continues, “plus, we don’t know much about this place. No way we’re leaving you here where it could be dangerous”. Danny rolls his eyes and huffs at that, feeling a little insulted. But he could understand the worry at least.

After about an honestly impressive ten minutes of silence, Danny honestly would like to sit up at this point, but he doesn’t want to freak anyone out. Considering the only sorta in his body thing. Scratching at his chest out of boredom and not really sure why everyone except his dad looks worried now, “what?”.

Maddie asking, “your chest is not bothering you, is it?”.

Danny’s just more confused now, “no? Should it?”.

“No, it’s just that’s where your Core is-”.

Danny cuts her off, “my what now?”.

Everyone chuckles at Danny’s confusion some while Jack leans back and pats at Danny’s ghostly chest gently, “like a heart Danny-boy, but for ghosts!”.

Maddie explains a bit more, “it’s a ball of hyper condensed and concentrated ectoplasm that ghosts have, they siphon free-floating ectoplasm out of the environment and use that to feed the ghost by converting it into that ghosts ectoplasm. They also process and clean the ghosts own ectoplasm”, patting Danny’s head, “or that’s what we’ve been able to find out and theorise so far”.

Danny nods, made sense ghosts would have something like that. Gesturing at the visible ghost portion of himself, “is that why my chest’s all detached?”.

Jack butts in at that, “partly yup! We’ve honestly never even heard of a ghost doing what you have, so we took a guess in that you’d be able to absorb better more exposed!”, nodding at Sam and Tucker, “you’re friends explained how that worked”, before looking back to Danny, “I'm glad your suit has been so helpful!”.

Danny chuckles, “guess you could say it grew on me”, patting at the black of his ghostly jumpsuit before looking back to his mom, “um, would it be fine to be all together again though? Kinda weird being only sorta out”.

Maddie’s not really sure what to say about that. What he’s doing, staying in his body, was definitely abnormal and might not even be all that good for him. At the least it would be easier on his actual form to not have to be dealing with the body. “Honestly? It would probably be better for you to just get out entirely. But I’m guessing you don’t really want to do that”.

Danny instantly shakes his head, he could possibly maybe be okay with that, if he knew for damn sure he could get back in and that his corpse wouldn’t rot or whatever on him, “at least if I have it, can be in it, I can still at least somewhat live my life”.

Tucker snorts, “pretty sure that’s an oxymoron for a ghost dude”.

Sam and Tucker laugh, Danny responding with a bit of a smirk, “shut it Tuck”, before looking back to his mom and raising an eyebrow.

Maddie nods, this was going to take some getting used to, but at least his friends seemed okay with it, “it should be fine. But can you tell that you’re absorbing ectoplasm? How it feels? Because you need to make sure you keep doing that. All our jumpsuits are designed to stop our bodies from being able to absorb ectoplasm”, she gives the black jumpsuit gloves on his bodies hands a pointed look.

Danny tilts his head, trying to figure out if anything felt different besides not feeling like hot garbage that had been run over by speeding semis and hoards of furious bees. Because obviously he hadn’t been absorbing ectoplasm before, he wouldn’t even be in this mess otherwise. Focusing on his chest more, since that’s where said absorption is likely taking place, or at least taking place most heavily. And yeah, there was almost like this pulsing and humming. It wasn’t the same as the faint vibrating of his ghost form that he’d gotten rather used to by now. Plus, the pulsing seemed to travel across his surface and into his chest, logically that had to be the absorbing from the air thing? What worries him a little is not feeling that at all from the parts of him that were inside his human body. But well, all that was covered by jumpsuit, so maybe just his face being exposed would be enough? Worth a shot. Nodding at his mom, “yeah, kinda like a humming and pulsing”.

Jack makes a damn point to not pester his son about said feeling, partly to avoid the goths wrath. Definitely scarier than that ectopus that came flying through the house looking all beat up yesterday. He’s a bit sad they couldn’t catch It to take It apart or get a closer look. But considering Danny, it’s for the best. Wouldn’t want Danny-boy worried they’d do that to him! They were definitely going to have to change how they treated and dealt with ghost. Tapping his chin and thinking some. They already had an available steady source for ectoplasm thanks to the portal. And logically, right, contact with raw non-purified ectoplasm should let him absorb ectoplasm from it. Technically he could just wash his face with it or something, but that was honestly a bit gross even to Jack. Plus, raw ectoplasm was corrosive, just because Danny himself could tolerate it fine didn’t mean his human body could handle the contact. So a more direct line would be better. But how? He didn’t have enough of the puzzle.

Maddie nods, “alright then. Just make sure you don’t lose that feeling. You need it”, letting Danny zip his suit back up and watching him sort of melt back into his body fully, is more than a little strange. But watching him sit himself up is impossible not to smile over. Raising an eyebrow at him, “is it still happening? The feeling?”.

Danny nods, his guess had been right and so had his moms, “just in my face but yeah. So clearly I can’t absorb through the suit. That’s probably also at least partly why it’s able hold me in though”.

Everyone but Jack -too lost in his own head- nods while Danny pokes at his face some. It felt a little different going through actual skin, more resistance and the humming was louder. Probably because his Core, or whatever, had to work a bit harder. Like making your heart beat faster... Was still weird not having that anymore.

Tucker breaks into his thoughts, “dude! You got some of your colour back! No more see-through skin!”. Danny chuckles but decides not to ask, no wonder he was sent home if his skin was see-through looking.

Looking to his mom, “so how long do I need to stay?”.

Sam snaps, “we, Danny. You stay, we stay”. Maddie nods immediately at Sam, no way was she leaving her baby-boy alone here. Ghost or not. It would be one thing if they could find his...lair...since he’d be safer, stronger, there. But that’s for another day. Heck, it might even be something that comes in time or he has to form himself. And for now, she’s just going to ignore the fact that he definitely will sneak back here on his own probably frequently. Because as much as she wants him back home, in the Fenton household, on Earth. This place was his home now, where he was supposed to be. She just hopes he doesn’t change, that exposure to this place and ectoplasm doesn’t change him. Looking to Danny, “hard to say, sweetie. You should be able to tell when you’re replenished”.

Danny grumbles, “great, another ‘just got to feel it’ thing”.

Maddie giggles slightly and brushes his hair some, “sorry sweetie. There’s going to be somethings you're just going to have to figure out yourself”.

Jack shakes his head and looks to Danny and Maddie, “do either of you have any idea how exactly your ghost is set up in there? We need to bypass your human body somehow and get straight to the ghost one to use raw ectoplasm”.

Maddie nods to herself, yeah raw ectoplasm was likely the only option. As not only would contaminating a portion of their house so severely and sustainably to make enough free-floating ectoplasm be insanely dangerous, it was also just not possible. Though she’s honestly got as bout as much of an idea how Danny’s making this work at all as Jack does. Making grabbing hands at Jack, “do you still have those gloves? That they used?”, Jack nods and hands them over.

Danny blurts out, “well, I feel like I’m wearing a skin-tight bodysuit if that helps anything”.

Tucker snorts, “that is literally what you are doing”.  

Maddie tilts her head, pretty sure Danny shouldn’t feel that. Could be just because it was his own body. But assumptions make fools of us all. A term she probably should heed more often apparently. Pointing at Jack, but apparently he read her mind, as he hands her a little cam pill before she even has to ask.

Danny chuckles a little, should have seen that coming, wouldn’t be the first time making a Fenton swallow a camera pill happened. Holding out his hand, “alright alright”. He’ll admit to swallowing these for fun before. There was that notable time he swallowed multiple handfuls for the chaos of it, scared the crap out of his folks that day. Chuckling a little as he throws the little camera back and swallows.

Maddie looks over the glove invention quickly, just their standard power nullifier style of weapon. Made to block a ghost from using their powers. Explained nothing. Redirecting her attention to the camera screen and looking for anything out of the ordinary for a human body. Well, other than things not working. His insides were way too still. Which really only serves to remind her how his body was very much dead. That was...going to take a while to be okay with. Blinking at the screen as the colour program properly kicks in, clearly this was one of the older cam pills. But what really catches her attention is how everything is shades of green, not reds or pinks or whites or yellows. Just green. Lots of green. Taking a few screenshots and blowing them up for a closer look. It wasn’t that everything was green, it was just seemingly coated in ectoplasm. Likely Danny’s. It was like his ghost ‘body’ was very literally sloshing and sliding in and around his human one. Kept under the skin by the jumpsuits ecto-phobic properties? But then how is he staying inside his face? Maybe it’s just not sloshing around in his face and brain at all. Maybe it was only doing that under the jumpsuit because, somehow, the jumpsuit affected his ghost or body when the accident happened. But there was a bonus to this, the ectoplasm coating everything would functionally protect and completely preserve it. Turning to look at Danny, “you think you could separate your torso again? So I could see if this changes?”.

Danny nods and unzips his jumpsuit, hiding his left side still and catching his bodies head from falling back with his right hand; leaning it on and holding it over his ghost forms right shoulder.

Tucker bends over laughing, “dude that looks insanely strange!”. Danny just rolls his eyes and laughs a little, while watching the screen for changes with his mom. He can’t help smirking a little at the distortion him separating caused on screen, but otherwise the only change is that the green didn’t seem to be ‘flowing’ anymore. Still there all the same, just not moving.

Maddie nods, it was nothing short of luck that he was in his suit at the time, “okay, so the jumpsuits are functionally bouncing back the shedded off ectoplasm, resulting in it concentrating and becoming a more unique blend of sentient ghost ectoplasm. And the jumpsuit being imprinted keeps the original jumpsuit from eroding this specific ectoplasm. All in all, functionally super changing everything with ectoplasm. But of course, without the Ghost Zone’s environment to convert that ectoplasm into the latent or free-floating kind, it’s not a viable ecto-source for him”.

Maddie taps her chin while Danny blurts out, “excuse? You’ve lost me”.

Maddie looks at him and blushes a bit sheepishly, having rather forgotten he was there a little, “well sweetie, your suit-”, plucking the white on his left arm, “-is effectively stopping your ectoplasm from shedding off into the environment around you. Trapping it inside until you build up so much it concentrates into a liquid”, gesturing at the screen, “a kind of raw ectoplasm but still coded to you. So you can’t feed off it, unfortunately. And your other jumpsuit-”, plucking the black glowing jumpsuit over his detached ghost chest, “-matches the one you’re wearing so your ecto-wavelengths lineup. Protecting you from your own suit. If you wore mine or your dads or any other anti-ecto jumpsuit it would slowly erode you, because of the material inside made to protect against long term overshadowing”, pointing back to the screen and pointing to areas where the ectoplasm was still, “I’d say if you stayed out for long enough, the ectoplasm would eventually dissipate. I think that so long as there’s some of your raw ectoplasm coating everything, getting back in shouldn’t be a problem at all and your body, at least on the inside, should be basically ectoplasm tolerant”. Pointing at Danny then, “you still shouldn’t let the skin on your face contact raw ectoplasm though, even your own”.

Tucker snorts, “so Danny's basically allergic to himself”.

Danny points at him, “no, I get along fine with my actual self”. Tucker’s rolls his eyes, “excuse me, I mean your meat suit’s allergic to you”. Sam glares at Tucker, “Danny’s corrupting you”.

Danny turns back to his mom, “so jumpsuit was a very good idea and how long would I have to be out, to have issues getting back in you think?”.

Maddie looks at the screen and watches the still ectoplasm for a bit, “currently, I’d guess around three hours. But the longer you’re in, the more should logically build up”.

Jack snaps his fingers and interjects, “wait! This works perfectly! If his insides are coated then he could just consume ectoplasm. His jumpsuit would keep it from being able to dissipate and all this other raw ectoplasm could simply store up any excess he takes in. That way he can’t destabilise a little from over-consumption! And! He’ll be able to pack around extra in case he needs a quick boost! Like having extra fat in winter!”, Jack rubs his belly slightly for emphasis.

Sam and Tucker exchange a glance and start laughing, “so much for you being the one with the normal diet!”, both patting Danny and only laughing a bit more when they go through his crossed legs. Danny looks at his mom eyeballing his legs questioningly and rubs his neck some, he’d be blushing if he could, “I’m still figuring out how to control the, um, powers”, rubbing his neck a bit more, “that’s why I fell down the stairs yesterday”. Maddie can’t help but put a hand over her mouth and giggle some.

Jack patting Danny’s back, “I’m sure you’ll figure that out Danny-boy! We can’t really help with that!”, before everyone laughs a little bit more. Glad for the lighter topic that doesn’t revolve around how the heck Danny’s going to survive.

Everyone quietens down when a little wisp-like ghost floats by, Jack flips up a little scanner before muttering, “huh. This guy’s just super concentrated sentient ectoplasm. Kinda more like a plant. No Core or self-specialised ectoplasm”.

Maddie chuckles, smiling a little meanly at Danny, “so arguably, Danny could eat them for an even more satisfying meal”.

Danny looks at his mom with mock horror, “are you suggesting I should just, eat ghosts”.

Sam rolls her eyes, “how is that any different than your disgusting cow burgers”.

“I am not and have never been a cow, Sam. I am a ghost. Who eats their own species?”.

Tucker shrugs, “I wouldn’t say no”, everyone gives Tucker a look. Danny grumbling with a chuckle, “okay, Mr. Meat sense who lives exclusively off the flesh of others, is an outliner and should not be counted”.

Maddie shakes her head, not sure if Danny’s being serious though firmly glad he’s feeling better. It was a bit outstanding how quickly ghosts, he, could recover. Looking back towards the little wisp ‘ghost’, “technically, all ghosts are is ectoplasm. So consuming any ectoplasm, which is what all Cores do, is arguably eating a ghost or a little bit of one”.

Danny looks down to his chest and firmly ignores his friends snickering. He’s not quite sure what to make about not actually being bothered by the idea of just eating a ghost. He’s going to keep that factoid to himself for now. Instead pointing at the screen, “you got enough data?”. At his parent's nods he zips his suit back up, fully snapping back into his body.

Tucker pokes him, “you know dude, you could have just eaten that octopus”, Danny glares at Tucker while Maddie raises an eyebrow.

Jack, having less tact, “oh! did you kiddos see the same beat-up one we did?”. Tucker instantly starts laughing.

Sam looks at Maddie but points her thumb at Danny, “like Tucker said, Danny’s been a bit protective. The octopus ghost creature attacked us”. Tucker snorts and slugs Danny in the arm, “and this guy beat the crap out of it”.

Jack laughs, “those ghost hunter genes finally kicking in!”, first jumpsuits then beating up ghosts, they grow up so fast. While Sam watches Maddie’s reaction, not pleased with the slight frown and officially glad Tucker had the sense to not mention the growling.

Maddie’s not sure how to feel about that. Sure he could be bold but he wasn’t a fighter. Or didn’t used to be. Though if ghostly possessiveness and aggression was going to come out in any way, it would make sense for it to be to protect his friends. Those three have always been extremely protective and possessive of each other. Today was proof of that, not a lot of people would travel into an unknown likely hostile alternate dimension for a friend. She and Jack already intended to and any good parent would do near anything for their kid, especially when they’re young. And she’s positive both Tucker and Sam would have attacked them if they so much as moved to hurt Danny. Honestly, she wouldn’t be surprised if the three would kill for each other. And arguably, beating up some ghost, especially an attacking animal one, was okay. But to do that with his human body? It was probably just as physically damageable as before to at least some degree. Actually...could it even heal? Frowning a bit more at Danny, “did you do that with this body? In it?”.

Danny nods and raises an eyebrow, “uh, yeah? I’ve never left my body since the accident slingshot me out of it”.

“Maybe don’t do that. I think you should avoid damaging it. Do you know if you can heal your body? Because so long as a ghosts Core’s fine or enough sentient ectoplasm is left, they can reform as good as new with time”.

Sam and Tucker both glance at Danny’s left arm a bit pointedly. Danny shrugs and looks around a little, “I mean, I don’t really know?”.

Sam, officially slightly worried, pulls a decorative pin off her leather punk band jacket and leans over to prick Danny just under the chin. This way there’s no risk of damaging his jumpsuit and if it doesn’t heal it won’t be noticeable.

Maddie nods, before looking back in the direction of the portal in the distance. Looking back to Danny and asking, “are you still pulsing and humming?”.

Danny nods, “yeah, I mean, I was probably super low. Makes sense it’ll take a while”, tilting his head, “though, um, what is it that I’m doing that’s even draining my ectoplasm or whatever?”.

Jack chuckles and pats Danny’s shoulder, “everything about a ghosts form uses up ectoplasm. Just maintaining your colours or shape would use it up! But obviously if you shot off ecto-blasts that would use up more! Can you do that?!?”, Jack is absolutely curious to figure out just what in all his boy can do, even if he’d rather him not be all ghostly.

Danny shrugs a bit exaggeratedly, “no clue, maybe?”, rubbing his neck, “all I know now is the go through thingy and invisibility”. Grumbling to himself some then, “which I still don’t really have control over”.

Sam and Tucker exchange a look, mentally questioning each other if they’ve seen any other powers. Both shaking their heads before looking to Jack, Sam speaking, “we haven’t seen him do anything else”.

Maddie tilts her head, so bare basic ghost powers, at least right now. He was...new, so it made sense that it might take a bit before he has access to everything he can do. Basic she could deal with, though, looking at Danny, “can you float? Because sweetie, all ghosts can do that”. All three teens facepalm before nodding.

Danny rubs his neck a little, “I mean, I haven’t while all up in myself, my body. But before I got back in, after the accident, I couldn’t stop floating”.

Maddie nods, “hmmm, the physical body’s probably grounding you some. You might have to really try to defy gravity while in it”.

Danny nods while everyone jerks or blinks at him a bit. Danny looks at them and raises an eyebrow, “what?”.

Tucker pokes him, “dude, you, ghost you, just pulsed or flickered or something over top of your body”.

Danny squints, “didn’t notice”, before trying to think if he felt anything different.

Maddie ruffles his black hair a bit awkwardly, one thing she didn’t expect was for ghosts to use powers accidentally. She’d always thought they just knew how to use their abilities. “We’re all going to have to watch you for accidental power use huh?”.

Again, Danny would be blushing if he could and they could tell he would be. After a bit Danny blinks, muttering, “not pulsing anymore actually”. Everyone smiles at that, pretty sure that meant he wasn’t absorbing any more ectoplasm and was thus healthy again.

Maddie ruffles his hair more genuinely, “how are you feeling then? Back to a hundred percent?”.

Danny can practically feel Sam and Tucker staring holes through him, making it clear that they will be more than a little pissed if he lies. Good thing he doesn’t need to, “I’m good, I think anyway. I don’t really know what completely healthy is supposed to feel like yet”.

Sam grumbles, “acceptable”, while Danny rubs at the pin pick under his chin a little. Danny commenting, “I can feel that my ectoplasm or whatever is more built-up or active or whatever were the little injury is though”.

Maddie tilts Danny’s head up to get a look, the little hole was basically gone but glowing slightly and a little ecto green. So clearly the ectoplasm could repair his body, but she can also see there’s a bit of an ecto-burn. “Well, you’re healed, but you’ve got a small ecto-burn. So clearly you’ve got to avoid ectoplasmic contact on your face at least. Does it hurt at all?”.

Danny was honestly kind of hoping that his left arm just had all its nerves fried, but now he’s kind of thinking he just can’t feel any pain his body should logically be in. Shaking his head, “no pain, just a little pressure. Probably from there being more ectoplasm there, or whatever”.

Everyone frowns a little but nods. Sam and Tucker had pretty well figured as much. With the state of his one arm, that was probably for the best. Neither really wanting to imagine just how much that must hurt, if he could feel it.

Maddie nodding at Jack and pointing towards the portal, “we can probably go back then”, before looking to Danny, actually they should make sure his ghost was okay as best they could. “Sweetie, think you could get out a bit so we can make sure you’re good though?”.

Danny nods and moves to unzip his jumpsuit once more. Again catching his bodies head and resting it on his shoulder when his ghost chest and head separate from it.

Everyone’s firmly glad he looks solid and his glow’s bright, Jack actually makes a show of squinting a little while he laughs a bit, “you’re certainly bright Danny-boy!”.

Danny chuckles, the echo very noticeable now, “I’m guessing that’s good”. Pretty well everyone nods, that was fairly obvious. Though Tucker speaks up and points at his chest, “dude, what’s up with that? You gotta ‘D’ on your chest”.

That gets everyone to look at Danny’s chest more closely, Danny quirking an eyebrow at the new symbol there. Maddie touching his chest, humming questioningly for a beat, “it must be part of your spirit itself rather than your body”, nodding to herself, “probably couldn’t form earlier because of you not being healthy. Right over your Core too”.

Danny pokes at it and blinks a couple of times, everyone else looking at him a bit concerned and curious when his green eyes shine and spark a little. Only a bit more confused when Danny speaks sounding almost distant, “Phantom”.

“Huh?”.

Sam rolls her eyes at Tucker, “eloquent”. Before looking back to Danny, who still looks kind of off in his own world, “‘phantom’ what Danny?”.

Everyone waits in silence awkwardly and a bit concerned for a beat before Danny shakes his head and blinks a few times. Looking to Sam, “my name. That’s my name. Phantom”.

Tucker curls up and wheezes, “well that’s original! That’s just another word for ghost!”. Danny just glares at him.

Sam pokes Danny, “it doesn’t bother you if we stick to Danny? Especially in public?”. But Maddie doesn’t give him a chance to respond when she traces the ‘P’ shape inside the ‘D’, “the symbol, it’s a DP. As in Danny Phantom”. Tucker just wheezes more, “you’re name’s on your chest! Like Superman! Oh I am going to mock you relentlessly!”.

Jack butts in, “I think it looks cool! And we’re good to go back home whenever!”. Maddie shakes her head at Jack fondly but leans over to zip Danny’s suit back up, not sure what to make of him still looking a little distant. Speaking to Jack, “just go through dear”.

Danny rubs at his chest a little, rather disliking the symbol not being on his white jumpsuit. Not sure what to make of the Phantom name but his lips twitch up into a smirk as the Observation Deck lands back in the lab. Everyone looking at him as he starts laughing a bit, Danny speaking after his dad gets the portal closed, “guys, Phantom-”, snickers, “-Phantom rhymes with Fenton. It’s a damn pun”, Danny wheezes into his hand eventually being joined by Sam, Tucker and Jack in laughing. Maddie smiles sweetly and ruffles Danny’s hair some, enjoying seeing the mirth in his blue eyes. It was strange and didn’t click with her mind really, just how full of life Danny still looked; especially his eyes. Maybe it was the effect of the human body? But even the green ones seemed more alive, it was a different kind though. More energetic and rather piercing. Creepy too though, but that’s ghosts for you. Maybe all ghost were more ‘alive’ than either she or Jack had ever considered. If they just looked past the glowing and, well, everything else.

Tucker snickers a bit more and goes to pat Danny on the back but winds up falling over when he goes through Danny’s intangible body. Tucker glares at Danny but the wide grin made it clear he wasn’t actually annoyed. Speaking as he stands back up, “of course you would have a pun for a name”.

Maddie shakes her head, it wasn’t too surprising that his name changed. They had always theorised ghosts either forgot their living name or gained a new one. Danny seemed to do a combination of both. But at the same time, he had just said ‘Phantom’ not ‘Danny Phantom’. And having his body still was bound to affect him, ghosts were supposed to be very impressionable when they first form. So just ‘Phantom’ was probably his name. Still ‘Danny’ too, likely able to hold onto his name because of the body and being around people he knew. That thought makes her glad he didn’t just form alone in the Ghost Zone. She can’t help but wonder if he would turn out different if he had.

Maddie smiles a little as she looks at everyone, “well, I’m going to go make supper. Jazz is probably home, there’s a lot to explain to her”, looking at Danny, “Danny, is it fine if I tell her about this, or do you want to? And the...Phantom thing?”. Maddie doesn’t miss how his eyes glint a bit at the Phantom name, pretty well confirming her theory that his name was just ‘Phantom’. Which, okay fine, that was pretty funny. Almost as bad a ghost being called Ghost.

Danny nods at her, “that’s fine. I’m still adjusting, so that might be best”, rubbing his neck, “plus, relaxing would be seriously nice at this point”.

Tucker snorts, “whatever you say, Phantom. You rested for hours”.

Danny points at him a bit aggressively, “oh shut it, you know what your name rhymes with?!? Hmmm? Tuck fuck. And I don’t call whatever the Hell that was ‘resting’”.

Jack shakes his head, “language Danny-boy”.

Danny grumbles, “I had a point to make”. Tucker just smirks at him before he and Sam go to take off the blue jumpsuits.

--Line Break--

Jazz practically jumps on Maddie when she opens the lab door, “mom! What’s going on? Where was everyone? Did dad blow something up again? And I heard Danny came home sick, you didn’t give him some weird invention thing did you?”.

Maddie smiles at Jazz and tries to make it not look slightly sad, “everyone’s okay, Jazz honey. We were all in the Ghost Zone so Danny could get better. I’m sorry we didn’t call you, but there wasn’t much time”, gesturing to the kitchen table, “sit down and I’ll explain while I make everyone food”.

Jazz frowns, not liking that one bit. Especially claiming this ghost nonsense was ‘needed’ for Danny. Who knows what they did. But she sits down anyways and watches her moms’ back as she gets to making pasta.

Maddie waits for a bit and watches the noddles spin around before speaking up, “you remember how dad told you Danny got the portal working?”.

“Yeah?”.

“Well, Danny left out a few things...”.

--Line Break--

Sam and Tucker both sigh as they come up the stairs with Danny. Tucker quickly starts snicker though when Danny’s suddenly invisible.

Jazz looks at them and glares, clearly having not believed much of anything her parents said. “Where’s Danny? Did she fill you threes impressionable heads with this too?”.

Danny blinks, a bit confused, but looking down at himself makes him groan, assuming that he’s the only one that can see the faint outline of his body. Looking back up at Jazz, “I’m right here, Jazz”.

Jazz rolls her eyes, “real funny Danny”, deciding to go along with it a little, “but if you really were invisible unintentionally, you’d likely be subconsciously doing it as to avoid potential conflicts and dealing with my reaction”.

Danny glares and promptly blinks back into visibility, pointing at her as he walks to sit down, “no. None of your psychobabble”. Though he smirks at her gaping mouth and raised eyebrows. Danny looks to mom as she plates everyone’s food, “how far’d you get on explaining?”.

Jazz blinks and whispers, “I was...wrong???”. While Maddie nods at Danny, “everything but your name sweetie. Which, as I was saying, is related to the DP symbol and likely your Core as-well”.

Danny pats his chest a bit absently while Jazz mutters at the table, “but I’m never wrong”. Danny looks at Jazz and personally would prefer if she didn’t have a complete freakout. If anyone has an Obsession, it was her with being right. Though fine, she usually was. But... Sighing a little, “Jazz, how could anyone possibly be totally right on something that’s pretty well completely unknown”.

Maddie nods, “there’s nothing wrong with you not wanting to believe without proof, Jazz honey”, looking slightly sheepish but smiling at Danny anyway, “me and your father definitely have to reassess some things we believed or didn’t”.

Sam and Tucker glare at the parents, speaking in unison, “good”.

Everyone sits in silence for a bit until Jazz shakes herself off some. Danny did have a point. But that also means she needs to adjust her perceptions and actually see her parents' theories and ideas as potential truths. Plus apply them to Danny, who’s apparently dead then. Deciding she’d rather have all the information, at least the information that was more verifiable and factual rather than conjecture, “you don’t appear very dead, but I’m to guess the preservation properties of ectoplasm are to blame for that entirely. So what’s this about your name? Are we speaking a preferred name to christen a different state of existence or is it more along the lines of an ingrained natural title that is attached to you, not by choice but by nature?”.

Danny squints at her, why did she have to rub her intellect in peoples faces? Sighing, “the latter? And it’s Phantom, Danny Phantom”.

Jazz nods, it was ‘Phantom’ said first. Sure it was the only change technically, but feeling the need to call himself Phantom on its own first definitely inclines itself to that part being more important. She’s certain that other...ghosts -she still can’t believe she was wrong on that- will just call him Phantom. Likely he was only ‘Danny’ to the living. But another aspect to this is ‘phantom’ is a synonym for ghost. Certainly there’s a reason for that. It also sounds a lot like ‘Fenton’. Smiling slightly at Danny, “that’s a play on words. Fenton, Phantom. Phantom is a ghost, a phantom. Names are often symbolic when self-chosen, which in a sense this was. Simply self-chosen by your spirit yourself. Representing an aspect of ourselves or lives-”.

Tucker snorts and cuts her off, “so his name’s representing literally what he is. That’s dumb”. Danny glares at him slightly, “you know what ‘tuck’ means? You’ve watched enough Ru Paul’s drag-race to know”. Tucker honestly looks a bit offended.

Jazz shakes her head, no it couldn’t be that simple. Especially not with Danny. Danny was never exactly straight forward and he was very fond of hidden meanings, of secondary meanings, and wordplay. “Hmm no. I don’t think that’s the symbolism. Names have power, in many myths, knowing and using the correct name for something gives you power over that something”.

Danny squints at Jazz, “are you trying to imply I’m some kind of ghost king?”, Danny is firmly ignoring how his Core hums a bit stronger and his ectoplasm feels kind of like it’s singing. He’s not touching the why for that with a ten-foot pole. Maddie just coughs a bit and eyeballs Jazz a little as she starts speaking again while Maddie finishes off her food. “Maybe, maybe not. Maybe you’ll just be stronger, or influential, or important in some way. You did activate a never done before inter-dimensional portal. That’s bound to have massive repercussions”, humming a bit before nodding, “and you have basically just confirmed the existence of ghosts. That is certainly influential. Who knows, maybe you’ll come to represent ghosts to humans. Being that you are obviously staying here”.

Danny grumbles, “obviously”, before finishing off his food himself. Just what the Zone has he accidentally gotten himself into? Wasn’t dying, becoming a new creature, and piloting his own corpse, enough bullshit on his plate? No, apparently not. As he feels a chill go through his body and his breath fogs up, seconds before another one of those ghost octopuses -ectopuses?- flies up through the table and Jack runs up the lab stairs chasing another one. Danny honestly just wanted to rest and is feeling a bit of aggression over the universes possible planned bullshit for him, so he growls and punches the one that came through the table in the face. Just as the one his dad’s chasing looks at him, appears fearful, and screams.

Tucker laughs, “oh my god, I think that one’s the same one! I think It’s scared of you!”.

Danny growls, “It should be”, before grabbing the table ectopuses tentacles and flinging It to slam into the other one. Making both phase through the wall and back down to the lab. Jack shouting, “I got ‘em! You better run from the Fenton’s, you ectoplasmic scum!”, and running back down the lab stairs. Everyone frowns after his retreating form a bit.

Maddie, wanting to take the attention off the whole calling ghosts scum -which she’s definitely going to have to make sure not to do now- points at Danny, “thanks I think sweetie, and I get that was pretty out of nowhere but you really should be careful with your body”, looking around, “now that everyone’s done eating, I think now’s as good a time as any for you to try fully being out”. Though squinting a little at remembering the fact that Danny had snarled, and neither Sam nor Tucker seemed all that surprised by that; so clearly that wasn’t a one time thing. Behavioural changes. Expected, and she’ll just have to get used to them, hopefully none of them turn out to be negative or violent. Well, okay picking fights with ghosts is violent, but her and Jack do that so it’s not a problem really. Heck! Jack’s probably going to be proud if that becomes a reoccurring thing.

Danny groans and sighs a little, “yeah sure, okay”. While Jack comes running back up the stairs, grinning at Danny near immediately, “they fled! Back into the Zone with ‘em!”.

Tucker chuckles, “you barely even had to rough It up this time to scare It off”. Jack tilts his head before chuckling, “oh! Was one of them the same from yesterday? They look so alike! How can you tell?”.

Sam, Tucker and Danny in unison, “It took one look at Danny/me and screamed”. Jack laughs and pats Danny on the shoulder. Danny sighing again as Jack goes through him on the third pat. Looking at his dad a bit sheepish, “sorry dad”.

Jack promptly waves Danny off, “no worries Danny-boy! You’re new! Makes sense really!”.

Maddie looks to the four teens, “why don’t you kids head into the living room? Would certainly be a better place for Danny’s sort of first time out of body experience”.  The four nod and walk out though Danny chuckles a little, “technically second”.

Maddie turns to Jack and speaks quietly, aiming to not be overheard, “Jack dear, I know it’s what we’re used to but neither of us should be hurling the ghost insults now. I mean, Jack, Danny might not really like that. It might bother him”.

Jack frowns slightly, he certainly wouldn’t want to offend his boy! And it did sort of make sense. Calling ghosts scum was like calling Danny that. Oops. “You’re right Mads. Old habits die hard. But I’m sure he knows I don’t mean him?”.

“Maybe Jack, but still. And we definitely can’t be treating Danny like his some exclusion or encouraging him to dislike ghosts. That’ll make his, er, existence harder”.

Jack just nods, knowing his wife’s probably right. Then pointing to the living room, “alright Mads, that’s true I bet. Now let’s go see how Danny really looks!”.

Danny eyeballs his parents a little, having heard the entire conversation. Though it was clear from his friends not commenting on it that they didn’t. So obviously his hearing was better, he’d bet that it wasn’t just his hearing but all his senses that were better. Smiling at his mom, “thanks, and yeah I’d rather you didn’t with the ghost insults”.

Sam gapes at him a little, “did you just genuinely ask someone to be considerate of you? It’s a miracle. Even if I’m sure you’re pretty much just confirming something or another”. Danny rolls his eyes and rubs at his neck, making it a bit clear that was indeed the case.

Maddie blinks at him before smiling a little, “you heard that?”, at Danny’s nod she continues, “impressive, though try not to eavesdrop on people too much sweetie”.

Danny chuckles, “course, I’m not a creep”, giving Tucker a pointed look. Tucker just scoffs and rolls his eyes.

Jack sticks a finger in the air, “oh right! I went and whipped up a little raw ectoplasm drink for you to try! See if it works?!?”.

Danny quirks an eyebrow at the little juice box decorated in a green splatter design and limes, “you designed a container too?”. Jack shrugs a bit sheepishly, “got carry away”, brightening up a bit and grinning, “but it’s not named yet! So more work to be done!”.

Danny just chuckles and shakes his head, piercing the little box with the straw and sniffing at it. Pulling his face away a little, “that is a very strong lime scent”, chuckling at the packaging, “the limes make sense now”.

Tucker snickers at him, “you smell like lime too. I told you so earlier”, frowning slightly, “you were a little out of it though”.

Danny rolls his eyes at Tucker snickering even more as he sips at the straw, not really liking how everyone’s just staring at him to see his reaction. Which is honestly the only reason he makes a damn point to school his expression and not give away that this shit tastes damn good. The lime wasn’t unexpected, it being an undertone was though. It was much more lemony with a hit of Greek yogurt and white chocolate. Which yes, was weird; just a good weird. He had always liked strange flavour combinations. That and, ectoplasm probably was supposed taste or feel good to ghosts. Only made sense if his Core needed to consume the stuff. Stopping to make sure he doesn’t just down the whole box, because that would defeat the purpose of schooling his expression, that and he’s noticed his Core’s doing the pulsing thing again. “Well, I think it’s doing the job? Getting the pulsing again”.

Jack claps his hands animatedly, “perfect! Now I’m sure we could totally make different flavours or even kinds! What’s it taste like?!?”.

Sam glares at Jack but Jazz’s is the one to speak up, “don’t you go using him as a Guinea pig, dad. Though yes, I’m sure he’d like some variety”.

Danny chuckles and nods a little, “it is supposed to be the spice of life. Might as well be a death spice too”. Sam and Jazz shake their heads, but Maddie giggles and Tucker laughs. Jack just beams, mind running through all the potential possibilities while Danny speaks up again, “and dad, it tastes like one of those Greek yogurt cups with lemon on the bottom and white chocolate on top, with a hint of lime”.

Maddie tilts her head, “didn't expect ectoplasm would be so complexly flavoured”. Danny nods, neither had he. Honestly he was expecting something like fizzy lime pop.

After a while, Danny decides to just get on with the whole leaving his body thing. More than a little nervous and worried about that, but he did really need to know if he could. Plus his mom was right, it would probably be better to avoid getting into it with ghosts while puppeting his body. His real self, ghost self, was definitely more durable. Quickly finishing off the little juice box when he wasn’t being stared at as much before moving to his white jumpsuit zipper. Mentally pausing because oh shit, his arm. That’s just flat-out not hidable if he even pulls his arm out, none the less leaving his body entirely. Shit.

Sam and Tucker both noticed Danny glancing at his left arm a bit worriedly. But honestly? His folks were going to know. There’s no way that was going to be truly hide-able. But also Danny’s body just...laying on the ground, while he floated around, would be a little weird. So taking a bit of pity on Danny, Sam points at the couch, “maybe you should lay your body on the bed, y’know, make it look like it’s just asleep. Not just letting it flop onto the ground”.

Jazz instantly nods and points at the couch, Danny acts annoyed but he’s glad. Promptly using a blanket from the couch to cover up himself, ignoring Sam and Tucker shaking their heads at him a little. Everyone else just sort of looks around awkwardly while Danny unzips and starts pulling himself out. “Keep in mind, I have no idea what’s going to happen here”.

Jack waves him off, “no worries Danny-boy! It’s just like a new discovery! A little awkward and weird, but ultimately worth it!”. Danny just chuckles as he pulls his feet out of the suit.

Everyone else trying not to make weird faces at the rather odd scene of Danny’s unconscious looking body under blankets with ghost Danny obviously moving around entirely underneath the blanket. With ghost Danny just sort of floating out of the foot end after a bit.

Jazz shakes her head at him with a slight smile as he wobbles in the air, “colour inversion. I’m sure there’s some kind of symbolism there”, Looking to her parents, “didn’t you guys say something about ghosts forms being a combined representation of how they died, their personality, living body, and their sense of self?”.

Maddie and Jack both nod while Tucker jumps up and grabs Danny’s arm to drag him down away from the ceiling. “Thanks Tuck”. Tucker replies with a smirk, “you know I’m always here to keep you grounded”.

“Hey! Jokes are my lines!”.

Maddie looks at Danny, she didn’t actually know what exactly killed him and she doesn’t want to upset him by asking. Heck, just thinking about the fact that he was killed and by their own invention none the less, was bad enough. But nothing about him gave away any clues. He literally just looked like Danny in his jumpsuit but colour inverted. The greenish-blue skin was the one exception, likely just the colour of his regular ectoplasm and Core ectoplasm. Green and pale blue. Logically he should have changed more, maybe he would over time? his form stabilising more properly. Like how the chest symbol formed after he fully re-stabilised. That would make sense. walking over to Danny and looking up at him a little, making a point to try getting used to the toxic green eyes. Patting his chest symbol lightly, “who knows, maybe your form will change a bit more as you go”.

Danny chuckles a bit awkwardly, “well hopefully not too much”.

Jack smiles, “I’m sure they’ll be cool!”, Maddie nodding quickly in agreement, “you’ll probably naturally like them, so I wouldn’t worry too much”.

Everyone chuckles, except Danny who just looks slightly annoyed, when Danny starts spinning sideways and winds up phasing through Tucker’s grasp. Maddie giggles into her hand, “right now you might want to focus on getting control over your powers”.

Danny grumbles, “oh I’m trying. Trust me”.

“I don’t doubt that sweetie”.

After about an hour, everyone pretty much agrees he should go back into his body just to be on the safe side. Danny’s just damn thankful that doing so was arguably easy, as he throws off the blankets and stands up. Maddie quickly asking, “how do you feel?”.

Sam glares, “be honest”.

Danny rolls his eyes, “I’m fine. Little stiff, but that’s it”. Everyone nods when it seems he’s being very much genuine. While Jazz glances at the clock, “okay, it’s late. Everyone should probably go to bed. There is class tomorrow”.

Sam points at her, “we are staying. End of story”. Tucker just nods, making it clear he’s not going anywhere either.

Maddie smiles and nods at them, “of course. We know we can trust you and, with everything that’s happened, that’s not surprising”. Sam and Tucker both nod and head up the stairs. Danny nods at them, “I’ll be up in a bit”.

Pretty well as soon as the two teens disappear into Danny’s room, likely to collapse and pass out on his bed, Danny’s family all hug him a bit tightly.

Danny pats at his dad, who’s the easiest one to touch due to his size, “yeah thanks guys”.

Jazz promptly kisses his forehead, which he grimaces at, before pulling away, “I’m mad at you for making me the only normal one in this family, but I’m glad you’re okay”. Danny rolls his eyes and huffs, “you? Normal? Never. I was the normal one. Who knows! Maybe the universe didn’t like that”.

Jack chuckles at Danny, “we Fenton’s are a weird bunch”, while Jazz heads up to bed. That way her brother, the ghost, and their parents, the ghost hunters, could talk.

Maddie and Jack pull away from the hug, Maddie ruffling his hair, “you sure you’re okay sweetie?”.

Danny nods, “yeah mom, I’m fine. And yes, I promise I won’t let myself get low like that again. I’m, uh, sorry for not telling you guys what happened”.

Jack shakes his head, “nonsense Danny-boy. I can’t say I blame you. We’ve never exactly been ghost friendly”. Maddie looks from Jack to Danny and nods, “and you probably just wanted to adjust. You didn’t know you’d start degrading and destabilising”.

Danny grumbles, “understatement”. While Maddie giggles slightly, smiling down at him a little and making a point to remember that under the skin he was white-haired and green-eyed. “Well you know we’ll help where we can and where you’re okay with it. Though your father might be a little excitable about it”, glancing at Jack with a playful smile before looking back to Danny, “just steal his fudge if he’s being too pushy”.

That instantly gets Jack’s full attention, “what! No! Just tell me!”. The other two laugh at him a little.

Maddie gives both of them a quick peck, Danny pulling a disgusted face though secretly glad she wasn’t bothered by the whole ‘touching a corpse’ thing. While Maddie looks at Danny and speaks, “now we’ve had a hectic day, so I don’t really expect or want anyone up before ten. And sweetie, it’s probably best if you stay home tomorrow, considering the school sent you home”.

Danny nods and rubs his neck, “yeah it would be a bit suspicious if I showed up tomorrow looking no worse for the wear”. Jack nods with a yawn and eyeballs Maddie, who shakes her head as she answers the unasked question, “I’ll be up in a minute”.

Danny raises his eyebrows at her after Jack heads up to bed. “What is it?”.

“I’m sure you’re going to practice with the powers, but I’d like to give you martial arts training. We’ve always theorised ghosts were fighters and those two ectopuses we’ve seen don’t exactly disprove that. Plus you did basically pick a fight with them right out of the gate”, at Danny looking a little nervous and like he should be blushing, “that’s completely okay though. Just means I want you to be prepared”, shrugging a little and giving Danny a small smile, even if she wasn’t really super alright with the idea of him getting into fights, “and maybe Jazz’s idea on your name has some merit. Strength or power without control is worse than being weak”.

Danny puts his hands up in a pacifying manner, “alright alright, but could we wait at least a little while? I’d rather get used to myself and let the whole ‘ghost, dead’ thing settle in”.

“Of course sweetie. Not too long though, I doubt there won’t be more ghosts coming through the portal. They won’t all be so weak and simple”, Maddie chuckles slightly, “and there’s no way me and your father aren’t going to drag you and your sister ghost hunting. Even if it will be more case by case if violent ones show up, than just going after any ghosts”.

Danny nods, he damn well knew this situation with him wasn’t going to stop them from their profession and he doesn’t want it to. It’s their life’s work and one of their greatest joys. “That’s fine”, watching her resist a yawn, “go get some sleep mom. And stop dad from staying up all night thinking up inventions to make for me?”.

Maddie giggles and nods, Jack certainly would do something like. She was about to say ‘you too’ but caught herself, ghosts don’t sleep after all. He was probably just going to lay in bed with his friends; again, those three were strangely close. Ruffling his hair instead, “there’ll be at least fifty new plans by the end of the week. Goodnight sweetie”.

Danny just chuckles and follows his mom up the stairs.

Danny’s not even kind of surprised his friends are passed out, and he knows damn well they’ll be pissed if he’s not with them when they wake up. And it’s not like he really needs to move around to practice the powers.

--Line Break--

Danny only stays home for Tuesday and Wednesday, and he quickly brushes Mr. Lancer’s worry off when he comes in on Thursday. He’s not really surprised Sam and Tucker are stuck to him like glue the whole day. Or that his folks pester him when he gets home, after his two friends drop him off while giving his folks menacing ‘if you do anything to him we will cut you’ glares.

Sitting at the table and eyeballing the little glass of raw ectoplasm, which is oddly pink and smells like fake fruit that’s been scented to smell like the real thing. It was kind of funny how normal this already felt and seemed. Sipping at the cup and shaking his head a little, “I’ve never eaten flowers before but I’m pretty sure that’s what it would taste like. Not a good taste, try something else dad”.

Jack frowns slightly, “darn. Whelp! First times often don’t work out! It’s not too bad though is it?”.

Danny waves him off and sips some more, “I wouldn’t object more if offered, but I certainly won’t be ordering it anytime soon”.

Maddie smiles, “good”, everyone pausing at screaming coming from the fridge. Danny quirking an eyebrow and laughing a little as Maddie pulls out a package of hotdogs that are green, fanged, and shrieking.

Jack exclaiming, “we made ectoweinies! Cool!”. While Jazz groans, “yeah, and now they’re inedible”. Which makes Maddie blink and look at Danny, holding them up some and raising an eyebrow at him, “do you want to try them sweetie?”.

Danny’s honestly a bit curious and really? He ought to just get used to slightly horrifying things just being part of his afterlife. Kinda seems to come with the ghostly territory. Shrugging, “sure?”. Promptly deciding that trying to phase one out would be smarter than opening the package, rather not release all the ‘ectoweinies’. Rolling his eyes a bit embarrassed when his dad actually claps and shouts, “WOOO!”, when Danny successfully phases one out.

Jazz shakes her head and makes a point to not grimace at Danny just biting the ghost Hot Dog in half. Was what was basically cannibalism weird? Yes, very. But he had to and she wasn’t about to damage his development during such a fragil and crucial age by seeming disapproving or grossed out. Hopefully Sam would understand that too. And at least Danny seemed fine with it, it was probably natural to ghosts, so it made sense. Watching him eat the rest of the ghost hotdog and shrug, “yeah I’ll eat ‘em up, maybe muffle them or something though”.

(Of course, later Jack would wind up shoving one in Danny‘s lunch box and thusly making Danny scare the crap out of everyone during lunch. If he was smart he would have just muffled the thing and ate it later, but he’d rather grown to love dramatics and thus just chose to eat the screaming thing then and there. A couple of people adding this incident to their recently made and growing ‘why Danny’s a cryptid’ lists.)

Back at the dinner table, Danny finishes off the glass of pink ectoplasm, while Jack throws what looks like a dog collar onto the table. Jazz and Danny leaning back a bit in case whatever happens to be explosive.

Jack doesn’t even wait for anyone to ask, pointing at it and Danny’s neck animatedly, “I figured you having to take off the entire jumpsuit every time you want out was kind of ridiculous. So! This, if worn around the very top of your jumpsuit collar, sound be able to just extract you out with the push of a button!”.

Danny eyeballs it, “that honestly sounds painful”.

Jack scratches his head, “it shouldn’t be? But who knows, if it is I’ll fix that, don’t you worry!”. Maddie decides to look it over quickly just in case, before handing it off to Danny. Which he takes as a sign that it should be fine.

Jazz clears the table off as a precaution while Danny puts on the little device, letting their dad adjust the position before Danny leans/lays down on the table, that way his body won’t just flop onto the floor. Jazz jumping a little when Danny makes an echoey yelp and he seemingly just gets flung out of his body through the neck; winding up phasing right through the kitchen wall.

Danny grumbles to himself a bit incoherently as he rights himself in the air. It takes a few tries to phase back through the wall but he manages. Shaking his head at his dad and chuckling a little before floating over to look at his corpse, “extract? More like aggressively throw me out”.

Jack laughs, “well it works!”. While Maddie asks, “that was a more surprised yelped than pained though, right?”. Smiling as Danny immediately nods and flashes her a smile. She’s decided to not mention that his canines seem longer, he’ll notice eventually. Same with how his ears and fingers looked a little more pointy. It was good that he was developing, but if she mentions it to him he might think she’s bothered and thus try to stop or hide it.

Everyone watching as Danny pokes at his body, “one question. How the heck am I supposed to get back in?”.

Jack sticks a finger in the air and opens his mouth but pauses. Jazz sighing, “you didn’t think of that, did you?”. Jack closes his mouth and rubs his neck, “oops?”.

Danny just shakes his head with a slight smile, “well, I’ve got a few hours or so, might as well work on that”. Jack practically leaps away from the table with a wide smile and runs down the lab stairs. Jazz shaking her head with a sigh. Maddie getting up and walking around the table, easily lifting Danny’s body up and ignoring how cold Its forehead is against her cheek. Danny asking, “you got me?”, with a bit of a cheeky smirk. Maddie just smiles sweetly and nods, before heading down to the lab; Danny floating down after her.

Though both are thankful when Jack figures out a solution in just over an hour. With Danny successful getting in and out of his body multiple times. Both his parents basically insisting he wears it permanently, in case of ghosts or him picking some fight. He honestly doesn’t object or disagree.

(Which is how he winds up startling the crap out of his friends when he ends up using it in the schools kitchen so he can fight some lunch lady ghost. Both friends a little miffed when he pretty literally drops his corpse on them. Though it ends with everyone in agreement that this was just sort of going to become a thing. The two friends eventually becoming very skilled in hiding Danny’s corpse in various places after he ditches it for impromptu fights. His parents on the other hand, had to get used to the fact that just because Danny’s body was in his room didn’t mean he actually was).

End.

[komahinasecretexchange]

Title: So… Proposals, Huh?

Author: @thatsrightdollface

For: @namsuuuuuuu

Rating/Warnings: Somewhere between G and T, again.  :P

Prompt: komaeda and hinata are back in jabberwock island, watching the sunset on the beach (or somewhere else ill leave that up to you) just chatting and then komaeda randomly says he wants to marry the hope sleeping inside of hinata and hinata is like tf are u saying now komaeda i dont have time for ur bs (the plot twist is that they do get married)

Author’s Notes:  :D  Gift three out of three for you!!!  I truly hope you’ve had fun with them…  Happy Komahina exchange, and I’m sorry for anything I got weird!  Thank you.  :’)  This one is about 2,000 words!

It was easy to forget this version of Jabberwock Island wasn’t real. The sand was just as warm under Hajime Hinata’s feet as it would’ve been otherwise – just as likely to be filled with spiny buried shells, too, and bits of sea glass like opaque chess pieces with all their features worn away.  Knights without battles left to fight; kings without crowns worked into the makeshift bone of their tiny heads.   Sunlight catching over the ocean even stung Hinata’s eyes just as badly as the real thing did, on that boat where he lived now with all the other former Remnants of Despair.  He had thought it was funny when Nagito Komaeda asked to come back here, into the simulation where they’d met.  But hey, a lot of what Komaeda said or wanted seemed kinda funny to Hinata, and so he’d said screw it.  Why not?

Jabberwock Island had been meant as such a healing place, on that pseudo-class trip so long ago.  Too many of Hinata’s memories from that time were sour, though, obviously.   Focused on murder games, Ultimate Despair and some dumb robotic bear.  The smell of blood and sea-salt.   Class trials.  The Final Dead Room.  All that.  But not every memory was awful, Hinata supposed.  It would’ve been hard to forget how warm and comfortable things were with Komaeda at first, there, before he started in on his toxic, murder-y Hope shtick.  Before Hinata learned who all of them really were, or had been, or could give into one more time.

It wasn’t that Hinata felt a burning need to build sandcastles on Jabberwock Island again – especially given the way bizarre things always seemed to happen to Komaeda’s sandcastles, like the one that got swallowed by a huge groaning whale or the one that sank into a mysteriously-opened underground crypt they’d decided not to explore thanks to all the bloodstains.  Komaeda being the former Ultimate Lucky Student was just like that.  But Hinata hadn’t been exactly opposed to riding that Jabberwock Island carousel one more time, either.  Komaeda’d rested his cheek against the fancy mechanical horse’s hand bar thing and closed his eyes for a second, then, listening to the music.

Hinata and Komaeda were the only two running the Jabberwock Island simulation, just then, and the world seemed so quiet all around without their classmates dueling one another over snack food or screaming about the fearsome might of demonic hamsters.  That was okay, though.  Komaeda hated loud places, and Hinata knew sometimes the Remnants’ boat got to be a little much for him.  They were in pretty cramped quarters nowadays, after all, and Komaeda’s bunk was just across from Nekomaru Nidai’s.  The Ultimate Team Manager wasn’t known for a subdued daily routine, not by a long stretch, and Komaeda kept having to patch up his newly-splintered wall before seagulls flew in and attempted to nest in his hair, or a wave swept up and drenched everything he owned in sticky ocean water.  Hinata had asked Komaeda to trade bunks a few times by now, and Komaeda always glanced over him slowly, then.  Calculating.  He had something to say about that business, for sure, but he hadn’t actually said it yet.

The sun was setting over Jabberwock Island, now, and Hinata was leaning back in one of those beach chairs he and his classmates hadn’t gotten to relax in much back during their murder game days.  The sky looked sweet and syrupy citrus, like a pack of popsicles melting all over the ocean.  Once, that dripping red-pink strawberry sun would’ve made Hinata think about bleeding, first.  Probably because he’d seen so many of his friends bleeding into the sand.  Now, Hinata tried to decide if Komaeda would’ve rather had a lime or grapefruit popsicle, if he went to grab some.  Komaeda didn’t really like sweet things, but it was ridiculously hot on the islands even as nighttime came.  Maybe they’d have to get back to the boat soon, actually.  Make sure nobody’d finally sunk the damn thing.

Komaeda’s hair was pulled back into a loose ponytail low on his neck – he was burying his own legs in the sand, thoughtfully.  Slowly.  It probably meant something that Hinata’s first thought on the matter had been “Huh, maybe Komaeda’s making himself a fish tail or something?” instead of “Looks like Komaeda’s burying himself alive.”

“All I’m saying is I think I could’ve had that boss myself if I’d picked different armor,” Hinata said.  They were talking about this video game they’d been playing with Sonia Nevermind lately, back in the bowels of the Remnants of Despair boat.  It was a game that’d used to belong to Chiaki Nanami, the Ultimate Gamer – it was a game Hinata was determined to finish up even if it was super hard and took him a million years.  Hinata was playing as a Rogue that’d turned out to be frustratingly difficult to level up, the Ultimate Princess was playing a Berserker with tons of expensive weaponry and Komaeda was playing a Paladin he’d somehow managed to corrupt pretty early into the game with insanely powerful dark magic.  It was an easy conversation.  Hinata had been over this before, and he knew just as well as any of them that his character definitely couldn’t have taken on this particular boss all alone.  Sonia’s and Komaeda’s characters probably could’ve done it, though, so he had to hold his own, didn’t he?

“Oh, I’m sure,” Komaeda said, clearly unconvinced.  He patted down the sand over his ankles.  Shot Hinata a soft smile.  “I’d offer you my armor – but it’s cursed, you know.  Pretty unlucky…  I can only wear cursed armor, after all…”  That was one of the conditions of Komaeda’s dark magic thing, in the game.  He was communing with ancient eldritch creatures living behind these spooky black mirrors you could find everywhere, too.  That was gonna be an important plot thing, Hinata just knew it.

“I could try it out, at least,” Hinata said.  “Hey…  Before we head home, do you want a lime or a grapefruit popsicle?”

“Lime,” said Komaeda.  He wiggled his toes under their layers of sand.  Tipped his head over so it rested against Hinata’s arm for just the barest second.  And then he said, as if it was the most natural thing in the world, “I want to marry the hope sleeping inside of you, Hinata.  Did you know that?”

“What…  Uh.  What the hell are you saying?” Hinata asked.  He tensed up.  He thought about jerking away, but of course that would mean Komaeda tipped sidewise, if he didn’t pull back fast enough.  Komaeda would knock his chin on the beach chair armrest and probably end up with a chipped tooth or something.  Komaeda had injured more bones than Hinata’d even known existed, apparently.  The former Ultimate Lucky Student would laugh another accident off without seeming too surprised, even as he bled more bright salty blood into the sands of that super-fake, too-familiar Jabberwock Island.  “We don’t have time for any of your…  You know.  We can’t mess around like this.  C’mon.  We have to get back to the boat soon.”

“Oh, you’re right,” Komaeda said.

…

Hinata and Komaeda’s wedding was a fairly small one, in part because the Remnants of Despair were still technically on the run from international law.  Sure it was a little unconventional to get married inside a simulation, but they made it work.  The whole “simulation” bit made it a little easier for some of their more distant friends to attend, too.  Komaeda just about screamed, clapping his mechanical prosthetic hand over his mouth when he saw the actual Ultimate Hope in the audience…  And Hinata walked up the aisle to meet him holding Chiaki Nanami’s arm.  Well.  A simulated computer-program version of Chiaki Nanami, but if anyone was going to give him away nowadays it would’ve had to be her, right?  They still hadn’t beaten that particular game she’d left behind, with all those black mirrors and Hinata’s incredibly difficult-to-play Rogue, but they were getting there.  Things would come together in time…  Or else Sonia would just get fed up and kick all the enemy characters’ asses on her own, one of these days.

Hinata couldn’t honestly believe how everything was coming together around him, actually, but there it was all the same.  When he’d given Komaeda a ring a few weeks after their conversation on the beach, Komaeda had opened his mouth like he had so many things to say.   Monologues about Hope and worthiness, about his own ruinous luck – exclamations about the potential he’d always seen inside Hinata, like a sacred stone burning with light from deep under a mountain.  Something. But he’d just melted into Hinata’s arms, actually.  He’d hidden his face in the crook of Hinata’s neck and murmured, “…I thought you decided all that was just some of my bullshit again…”

The ring had words engraved along the inside of its thin white-gold band.  Hinata would probably be in debt to the Ultimate Affluent Progeny for all time, after borrowing enough to have it made.

Nanami had done up Hinata’s tie for him, just before the wedding, telling him they’d come a long way.  His hands were shaking too much to do it up himself, which was weird because, you know, this was Komaeda waiting at the end of the aisle.  This was Hinata’s Komaeda, who he knew he didn’t have to be nervous around by now.   Komaeda whose hair he’d pulled out of his face while he was seasick, and who hadn’t known what to say when he read what Hinata engraved on the inside of his ring.  Komaeda who actually hadn’t worn that ring yet, not even once.  The Former Ultimate Lucky Student was sure it would end up exploded or melted off his hand, somehow, because of who he’d always been.  And y’know, that might’ve been true, but Hinata had bought the thing for him anyway.  Hinata knew what he was getting into, here.

He’d caught just a glimpse of Komaeda in a pale cream suit, standing with his hands behind his back under a canopy hanging with shells and flowers, strung with soft lights.  Komaeda was standing so still, as if that could keep his luck from wrecking the moment just before it came.  He was waiting with his eyes closed, a peaceful smile on his face, ready to see Hinata whenever Hinata decided he was ready for him. Their friends were sitting in rows before them, on either side of a pathway lined with spiny seashells Gundham Tanaka had gotten his army of ferocious hamsters to dig out of the sand for them just that morning.   The ocean sparkled at Komaeda’s back, unknowable and huge, full of monsters and sunken ships and – well, actually…  Maybe not.  This was an artificial ocean, after all.  It existed for this moment on the sand.   So easy to forget that, huh?

Ibuki Mioda, the Ultimate Musician, played something uncharacteristically slow and gentle on her guitar as Hinata started up the aisle.  She sang a new song Hinata hadn’t heard before, about impossible luck, about proposals made that didn’t expect to be believed, about her friends who had believed in a future even when she couldn’t. Komaeda shifted when that music started up, blinking his eyes open against the glare of the sun.  When he saw Hinata watching him, he choked out a laugh.  Komaeda laughed when he was nervous, Hinata knew.

He mouthed the words, “We’re okay.  Breathe,” as he walked, and Komaeda took a deep, shaky breath.

This was all just a few minutes before that huge wave came, taking away most of the canopy and a whole table full of food the Ultimate Chef had prepared for everybody, but…  Hey.  Hinata and Komaeda each got in most of their vows before any of that, at least.  There you go.

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heliotropism (prologue 2)

☼ Pairing: Stray Kids x fem!Reader (possible 9 routes)

☼ Genre: angel au!, romance, mystery

☼ Warning: some violence, possible trigger warnings (?)

☼ Word Count: 6.4k

☼ PART ONE| PART THREE

☼ Summary:

You finally got into the angel academy to keep a promise you had to uphold no matter what - however with your dyed and uneven wings, tough demeanor, and broken soul, you find yourself in the lowest of color ranks and surrounded by angels that can’t seem to leave you alone. One day out of the blue, you find a letter with your name on it and discover that someone knows the reasons why the real color of your wings aren’t like everyone else’s. And in order to uncover the truths about yourself, you have to find the person writing the letters; even if it means discovering things that could risk your life.

☼ Author’s note: let me know how you guys liked this update! there is ONE more part until we jump right into the first route (which will be unknown until it gets posted~)! there are two more stray kids you guys haven’t encountered yet so they’ll appear in the final part of the prologue! any pictures, gifs and vectors used in this story do not belong to me and all credits belong to their rightful owners as usual! thank you again for the supports and likes! please leave a comment if you would like and i’m always open for questions! have fun reading!

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 “Ouch!” A painful cry left your mouth when you jerked back after Hyunjin literally shoved the frozen peas in your face. Your eyes stung with tears as you glared at the golden-winged boy whose face was immediately washed over with guilt. What a way to be delicate.

 “If I didn't know better, I would’ve thought you were trying to break my nose. So is hazing the black card newbie a thing now?” You hissed in annoyance as you gently pressed the icy coolness onto your bandaged nose. Jisung had left you with Hyunjin to go fetch someone who knew how to heal while the latter tried his best to stop the bleeding and bandage it until someone who knew what they were actually doing arrived; Hyunjin knew a thing or two about first aid, however he wasn’t exactly the best at healing.

 “Look, I didn't mean to, okay? You just happened to be there at the wrong place and time.” He muttered before running his fingers through his dark brown hair while avoiding your eyes. You just rolled your eyes at his attempt to reassure you before observing his appearance. How was an angel this pretty? Hyunjin had these rose-tinted lips that were smoother than velvet and his skin was literally a flawless canvas of pureness.

 The only thing that was awkward about him was the fact that his wings were as big as he was tall; if he could spread them out, they would make up the length of your whole body. His wings were just a huge bundle of pure goldness, which matched his appearance; you used to associate gold-colored wings with royalty, however from the time you spent on the other side of the wall, it didn't matter what color wings you had. If you were a civilian angel, you were more well off than the troubled angels who had no family, no friends and relied solely on the group of angels they stayed with; and if you weren’t either, you were a soldier angel whose purpose was to only train, fight and defend heaven from fallens.

Within these walls, the only thing that mattered was the color of your call card; and the two of you were at the bottom of the food chain.

 “What?” Hyunjin noticed you became quiet and slightly turned his head to see that you were eyeing his awkwardly folded in wings. “You got a problem?”

 “No. If you need space, just say so.” You immediately turned your attention elsewhere that wasn’t on Hyunjin and gently massaged the frozen peas against your inflamed nose. He shifted uncomfortably on the chair since his wings took up most of the space and felt them start to cramp up. When he tried to wiggle around so that he could relieve the tension in his wings, his left one straightened out before he could stop it and it knocked down the lamp that was already on your nightstand.

 The both of you just stared at the shattered lamp and kind of gaped when Hyunjin sheepishly and embarrassingly folded in his wing again only to almost smack you. You yelped and dodged it before you got knocked onto the ground. He immediately apologized and grabbed onto his left wing with bright red cheeks as he glared at it.

 “I don't...have the best control with my wings since they’re so big.”

 “...Explains why you’re a Red. Did you fly into a wall or something?” You painfully huffed in annoyance as you shifted your body on your bed to keep a good distance between the two of you. “You’re gonna be explaining that to Seungmin by the way and getting me a new lamp.”

 “...” His silence pretty much answered your question; you covered your mouth when a part of you found it hilarious. As soon as your mind started giving you images of this tall angel with his huge wings hitting a wall, you kind of snorted as you giggled to yourself. Hyunjin obviously heard this and turned to you with wide eyes of disbelief; were you… laughing? And at him?!

 “S-Stop laughing! It’s not funny…”

 “I knew a guy whose wings used to always hit him out of nowhere. He was trying to flirt with this girl once and ended up knocking himself out before getting her number.” You couldn’t help but laugh loudly as Hyunjin just growled in embarrassment as his whole ears burned hot.

 “Ugh...this is the worse.” He just lowered his head and buried his face into his hands while you were trying to contain your laughter. “Now I’m gonna get known as the guy who tried to haze the black card girl and broke her nose…”

 “If it makes you feel better… I’ll just say I let you and I don't really care.” You shrugged it off and he just sighed even louder as if that was any better. “Don't beat yourself up over it. If anything, at least now we know your wings are better at something else than at control.”

 “What?” Hyunjin looked up at you in confusion and you felt the urge to fix his bangs because they were honestly really messed up; plus it really made him kind of more good-looking as if he wasn’t already and you were getting slightly pissed that he was just so pretty (definitely not because you thought he looked kind of smexy with that look or anything).

 “Your wings are pretty strong. I’m guessing you did better in air resistance than flight. You can probably dive better than you can fly.”

 “...Are you an angel profiler or something? How do you know this?” Hyunjin didn't say directly you were somewhat right since in his evaluation the evaluators said his big wings were a good advantage for strength-based courses.

 “I was a teacher.”

 “For real…?”

 “Heck no. Can you see me trying to teach someone?” You chuckled slightly when he rolled his eyes at you; but when you said that, Hyunjin didn't ignore that split second of embers sparking in your eyes. Maybe he could figure you out after all; you weren’t as bad as he imagined in the beginning. That didn't mean that you weren’t difficult to understand though - you were still definitely hiding something.

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 “Knock, knock… everyone still decent-I mean breathing?” Jisung knocked on the door and opened it without waiting for a response as the two of you glowered at him for his joke. He chuckled sheepishly and apologized for it. Following him was a slightly shorter boy who wore a sleeveless shirt that exposed his defined arm muscles; he had these darkey gray wings that matched his dark appearance with the all-black outfit.

 “You hit a girl?” The black-haired angel stared at Hyunjin who just groaned loudly at the fact that he had to keep explaining to people that it was an accident.

 “I did no- just heal her! It was an accident! I have freakishly big wings and these doorways are too small.”

 “He’s not wrong.” Jisung commented, earning a well-deserved glare from Hyunjin who stood up to drag his roommate back to their room. “W-Wait, what about Y/N-”

 “You brought a healer. He’ll heal her. She’ll be fine!”

 “Did you even apologiz-”

 “I did!”

 “He didn't.” You joked, knowing that Hyunjin did somewhat apologize even though it wasn’t straightforward, but it was decent enough. The gold-winged boy didn't even turn to retort back as his ears continued to burn crimson. Once the two were gone and the door closed behind them, the healer Jisung brought back took a seat in the chair Hyunjin was sitting in.

 “Let me see how bad it is.”

 “Are you really a healer? Or did that loud guy just randomly pull someone from the hallway and called you a healer?” You leaned back in suspicion when the black-haired angel tried to reach forward in order to take the frozen peas; you met too many strange guys all in one day so of course you were cautious of any more addition to that mix.

 “I’m a healer, but that’s not my name.”

 “I didn't ask-”

 “It’s Changbin.” He ignored your retort and before you could even say anything, he grabbed your legs and pulled you towards him. Yelping in surprise, your eyes widened and your wings reacted to it by trying to defend you from the source but was stopped by Changbin’s hands. “Calm down. I’m not going to hurt you.” You tensed up when he looked at you in the eyes with his weirdly alluring ones. As if you were stuck in a trance, you let Changbin examine your nose without putting up a fight as much as you did with Hyunjin.

 Your breath hitched when his face got closer to yours, trying to see what the damage was before deciding how strong of a healing spell he needed to use. Your eyes wandered to his face and you couldn’t help but wonder, how the hell did these guys have better skin than you did. While you were trying to solve the mystery of smooth, poreless skin, Changbin took notice of you focusing very intensely on his face and couldn’t help but crack a smile at how cute it was; he had his fair shares with girls here and there, however you were an oddball and it wasn’t because you were a black card or that your wings were strangely attractive.

 “Good news, I can fix it.”

 “Oh, great. I was hoping you would.” He rolled his eyes at your sarcasm and pulled away without letting you know that he caught you checking his face out.

 “Bad news, it might leave you with a little change in your nose.”

 “...As long as I can smell...then that’s fine?” You tilted your head in confusion at what he meant and Changbin wondered where the heck this cuteness from you was spilling out from; you had a tough exterior no doubt about that and from what he heard, you were hard to approach, however the girl in front of him was nothing like what people were telling him. You were more sassy though, but he wasn’t complaining one bit.

“It’s just a simple healing spell. I’m just speeding up the healing process and it’ll leave a small detail but you’ll still have your pretty little face. I could heal your nose without the small detail, but I’m not wasting my energy on the minor fracture you have.” Changbin started healing your nose as you sat there unable to process what he just said; it sounded like he complimented you, but at the same time insulted you and you were just plain confused of what it was. “Alright, you’re done.”

 You wiggled your nose cutely and he slightly inhaled sharply as you touched your nose and flared your nostrils in a silly way; yup, it seemed and felt like your normal nose minus all that inflammation and pain from before.

 “Thanks. I guess I know who to go to the next time I need a nose job.”

 “No. I’m not a plastic surgeon, Mousey. Anyways, if you don't need anything else, I’m leaving.” Changbin was about to get up when you stopped him.

 “My name isn’t Mousey… I got a name you know.”

 “I know.” He slightly cracked as smile and turned to leave the room while you sat there, suddenly remembering something that Minho told you earlier.

 “...Isn’t Changbin one of the dudes that’s tutoring me?” You blinked in confusion and frowned. “...What did he say about him again? … Oh well. They’re all weird so what’s the point.”

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 *Knock knock*

 Who in the-

 “It’s me! Are you decent??”

 Oh god, no. Not this one.

 You didn't even bother pulling the covers off your body when you were hiding under them as the door opened; it didn't occur to you that the stupid lock on that door knob was broken so you made sure to make a mental note for Seungmin if you saw him later. What made even less sense is why this boy was just entering other people’s rooms without asking, especially yours!

 “Oh, is this a bad time?” Jisung froze when he saw a big lump under the covers on your bed and noticed that the whole room was dark.

 “Look, if you’re hoping to one day walk in while I’m naked or not decent then you’re an idiot.” You pulled the covers off your head and glared at him as you were snuggled all comfortable in your bed; all you wanted was peace and quiet from the long day you had. Was that really too much to ask for?

 “Haha, I’m not that desperate,” the blonde-haired angel grinned and turned on your light since it was hard to see your face, making you groan loudly. “-oops.”

 “I’m this close from banning you from my room, which you shouldn’t even be in without my verbal consent.” You hissed and sat up with your bed hair sticking out everywhere. “What do you want, blondie?”

 “It’s Jisung,” he continued to smile despite detecting some hostility coming from you. “-I was wondering if you wanted to join Hyunjin and I for dinner. They’re having a welcoming party in the dining room. There’s free food!”

 As soon as you heard ‘free’ and ‘food’, you immediately threw the white comforter off your body, revealing your sleep wear to Jisung who immediately suddenly forgot to breathe; you were wearing sleeping shorts that were barely visible from the oversized t-shirt you were wearing and whenever you bent down to pick up your discarded socks from earlier to wear, he felt like he was having some sort of heart attack. When you turned to him, Jisung’s face immediately lit up like a christmas light and he quickly shielded his embarrassment with his pale gold and gray-speckled wings.

 “Uh, you good?” You blinked in confusion as you slid on your slippers.

 “J-Just d-dandy...r-ready?”

 “Yeah… You first?”

 Jisung nodded rapidly and turned to hurry out of your room while you followed behind him. Since you were hoping you didn't have to socialize with anyone, you brought your earbuds with you so that you could focus on the free amenities and take your mind off any unwanted stares. Jisung usually would talk his head off whenever he was with someone, however he couldn’t even bring himself to look at you - it didn't feel right for him to stare at you and he felt like if he even glanced at all, his eyes would immediately stare at your legs. He mentally scolded himself for being such a guy and just hoped he found Hyunjin first to distract himself.

 When you two reached the dining hall, Jisung immediately lost sight of you as you disappeared into the crowd towards the buffet tables. He let out a sigh of relief and rushed over to Hyunjin who was talking with Seungmin about something about his schedule. Jisung grabbed Hyunjin’s arm, startling the two angels in mid-conversation, and just groaned loudly.

 “What the heck is wrong with you?” His roommate frowned at his bizarre behavior.

 “S-Shorts…”

 “What?” Seungmin blinked in confusion as he and Hyunjin looked at one another with weird expressions on their faces.

 “S-She’s...wearing shorts…” Jisung blushed again when he thought about it and sighed. “UGH! Why do I have to be such a guy!?”

 “... Please tell me you didn't just barge into Y/N’s room again…” Hyunjin sighed and pulled his arm away from his roommate. “Seungmin, you really gotta get her a new lock. It’s broken or something.”

 “Oh yeah! That’s what I forgot to tell her… Alright, I’ll take care of it.” The RA nodded and turned to Jisung. “Wait, you saw her in shorts?”

 “Guys, that’s not the point here.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes before noticing you piling up your plate with almost every food choice at the buffet. He didn't seem to understand completely what Jisung meant until he saw your bare legs and barely noticeable presence of your shorts. His eyes nearly popped out of his sockets at the amount of exposed skin you were walking around with and Seungmin noticed his expression before turning to where you were.

 “Oh… shorts.”

 “That idiot…!” Hyunjin hissed and before he could think, he reacted and stomped up to you as you were reaching for a creme brulee. “You-!” When he grabbed your wrist, your first response was to fight and you slammed your wings against him, sending the poor boy backwards.

 “What the-” You blinked when you turned to see a groaning Hyunjin pushing himself off the floor. “Why’re you just grabbing me out of nowhere? I don't like people touching me.”

 “Trust me, I know,” Hyunjin growled in annoyance as he unbuttoned his flannel shirt, leaving him in a plain, white t-shirt. You were about to resist when he wrapped his arms around your waist to tie the flannel around you, but then realized the indecent stares you were getting from some of the dude angels in the room. Some of the girls just kind of laughed at you or gave you dirty stares and it didn't occur to you that it was because of your attire before Hyunjin started scolding you. “-why would you leave your room looking like this?! It looks like you’re not wearing pants on!”

 “I’m wearing shor-”

 “They’re not even noticeable!” He hissed and ran his fingers through his dark hair before giving you one last examine; it was better, but your outfit was still pretty scandalous. Hyunjin also mentally hated the fact that you actually looked good that like with his flannel, but it’s not like he’ll admit it.

 “...Sorry. I guess I’ll go back.” Your shoulders sulked, thinking about the amount of free food you still could’ve gotten and Hyunjin started to regret yelling at you; why did you suddenly look like a puppy with that expression?!

 “Ugh… it’s fine. Just stay close. You want this, right?” Hyunjin started shielding you away from the other angels with his broad wings as he got you a creme brulee. Once you got what you needed, he walked you back to Jisung and Seungmin when they found a table to sit at. As soon as you sat down, you dug in and didn't mind that they were just watching you in either disbelief or amusement.

 “Seungmin.” A voice called out to the RA and it caught the attention of Hyunjin and Jisung as well, because they immediately tensed up.

 “Chan,” Seungmin greeted the Captain of the Bronze-Red ranks and so did the two freshmen. “-what brings you here?”

 “I was passing by and thought I’d check on our girl.” The pale-blonde haired angel observed as you were listening to music through your earbuds while cutting up a piece of turkey. “She seems good. How is she fitting in?”

 “Hyunjin broke her nose, sir.” Jisung blurted out and his roommate glared at him.

 “I-It was an accident…” Hyunjin muttered to Chan surprise.

 “Looks like someone healed it up nicely though. I didn't know you healed that well Seungmin. And I’m assuming you two don't have that many experience with healing either.”

 “It was Lieutenant Changbin who healed her, sir.” Jisung could feel his back tensed up from straightening it too much as he replied curtly.

 “Relax, kids. Just enjoy yourselves. But yes, that makes sense. So it sounds like Y/N had one heck of a welcoming, huh?” Chan chuckled softly as you started bobbing your head to the EDM music. He then glanced at your wings and then remembered what he actually went there for. “Right… I need Y/N to come with me, Seungmin.”

 “What’s up?” The RA frowned at the sudden seriousness in his friend’s voice.

 “It’s time to dye her wings. Classes start soon and the Council won’t let her attend with those wings.”

 “That really sucks…” Hyunjin muttered without thinking and Jisung elbowed him with wide eyes. His own eyes widened and he immediately apologized to Chan who just smiled.

 “It is. I agree. But Y/N agreed to it so we will eventually have to do it.”

 “Can you let her finish eating first, sir?” Jisung asked and Chan nodded before looking around the dining room. “Let me know when she’s done. I’ll come back after I talk to some of the freshmen who’ll be in my self-defense class.”

 “Will it hurt…?” Hyunjin turned to Seungmin who just shrugged with his own concerned expression. None of them had dyed their wings before so no one really knew.

 “I guess...it depends on the angel. Maybe it’s nothing. Just like spray painting.” The RA reassured the two of them and was then called away by another angel with a question about the dorms.

 Jisung and Hyunjin waited until you finished your food before telling you about what was going to happen.

 “That door knob better be fixed by the time I get back.” You muttered and wiped your mouth before taking another sip from your water.

 “You’re not worried?” Jisung looked at you in confusion as you just shrugged nonchalantly. It didn't really matter to you what you felt or not; yes you wanted to keep your wings the way they were, but at the same time you wanted to stay in the academy. If this is what made the Council board satisfied then so be it - it’s not like you had a choice in the matter.

 “She’s done?” Chan returned after seeing that you were talking to Jisung and Hyunjin.

 “Another one…” You sighed when another angel you didn't even know showed up; how many more of them were you going to have to socialize with??

 “Huh?” Chan blinked in confusion and Hyunjin shook his head.

 “She’s ready.”

 “Who said you could talk for me…” You looked up at him with a frown and the dark-haired angel just sighed and placed a hand on top of your head. “Hey-”

 “Don't be scared, okay?”

 “But I’m not-”

 “We’ll be here waiting for you.” Jisung nodded and you were so confused about why they were suddenly getting sentimental when you literally had just met them not even ten hours ago.

 “I’m not going to war or anything…” You muttered and stood up from your chair to face Chan who just gave you a friendly smile; okay, he had to be the most suspicious angel you came across that day. His smile was hiding a lot behind it and you knew from experience what those kind of smiles looked like. “Your lead, I guess.”

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 “I’m Chan, by the way. I’m in charge of the Bronze-Red units. But I’m also one of the Captains you report to besides Woojin.” The white and gold-speckled winged angel introduced himself as the two of you left the Red dorm and walked to the intersection where all four dorms met. There was a huge water fountain that was lit in the center with a goddess angel statue at the top; there were colorful lights coming from the water and it was mesmerizing to you the closer you two walked to it.

 “Can’t I just report to Woojin? Why do I have to report to two Captains?” You questioned as you leaned over to stare into the color-changing water. Chan watched you in amusement as your eyes were glossed over with curiosity, something that he didn't think you were capable of after seeing you for the first time.

 “Woojin is Captain of the Gold-Silver unit and is also a Division leader so he tends to get really busy. If you need to talk to him, you’d have to make an appointment with Minho, his Lieutenant. However with me you can come see me anytime since you’re in my division technically. You’ll be taking Red-level classes and I teach some of them.”

 “You’re not a Division Leader? Wait, what is a Division anyways?” You looked up from the water and noticed that Chan was sitting down on the edge of the fountain; the way the color-changing lights lit up his wings from behind made him look ethereal… in a way. Chan definitely had some insane good looks and with the black leather jacket adorning his shoulders and ripped jeans, he would’ve definitely been your ideal type if you were actually looking for a relationship.

 “Not yet anyways,” the blonde Captain chuckled under his breath as you slowly took a seat near him; but with just enough space in between you and him. “-a Division leader is in charge of commanding the soldier angels that are qualified to go into battle. Woojin sometimes goes with him when he is needed to and he goes to a bunch of meetings with other Division leaders to discuss strategy plans. He’s in charge of the division that fights front and center so his job is pretty important. I joined a year later than he did, but I��m applying to be one in the next cycle. I just need to do the exam and trials and go from there.”

 “... Sounds like a tough job… He must work hard.” Memories started flashing before your eyes as you thought about how many soldier angels the academy had; however, it wasn’t enough to reach to the places that needed their help the most or… if they could actually reach those places. “How far can they fly out from the wall?”

 “I’m not sure exactly. But probably as far as they need to where the fight is.” Chan’s smile faded slightly when he turned to see the grim expression on your face; it looked like you were in some sort of pain as your eyes had this distant look in them. He turned his body towards you enough so that he could fully observe your face.

 “I wish that were actually true…” You whispered softly under your breath and tightened your fists together before tapping out of those horrible memories that suddenly resurfaced again. Shaking your head, you sighed heavily and your expressions became neutral again as if they weren’t filled with emotions before.

 Chan heard this, clear as day, however he didn't want to question it - you looked like you were still struggling a bit to handle the outcomes of whatever it is that occupied your thoughts. He knew that the board was waiting and ready to meet the black-card angel that was shaking the angel norm, but you clearly weren’t. If he had a choice, Chan wouldn’t have taken you from that dining room; if he had the voice to present another option, he would’ve done so in a heartbeat. But Chan was just another soldier to the Council and his voice wouldn’t really matter to them.

 “How about we stay here for another five minutes and go?” He suggested and you glanced at him to see a softer smile than the suspicious one from before. You just nodded and crossed your legs before turning your body towards the water in the fountain. Chan couldn’t stop staring at the colors swirling in your eyes and how intrigued they were; it was like you had drifted off away somewhere far and calming. He started to wonder if those colors reflected in your eyes would someday be real emotions.

 Five minutes passed and Chan led you back to where orientation was held at. The room was different from how you remembered it and there was a balcony above you where a row of dark-cloaked angels waited impatiently. You then saw an examination bed in the center of the room that looked like it belonged in a doctors office and a bright spotlight hovering above it; definitely not suspicious at all. There was a female angel with long galaxy-blue hair standing next to what you could assume was the dye-machine and her double sleeve tattoos were kind of intimidating.

 “They’re not happy, Chan.” She placed her hands on her hips with an arched brow that made him sigh before looking at you. “Hurry up and get your ass over here, black-card. As much as everyone is anxious about meeting you, they’re quite upset that you took your time getting here.

 “It’s not her fault.” The blonde Captain tried to defend you, but Woojin, who was standing on the side near him, placed a hand on his friend’s shoulder. Woojin shook his head and Chan gave you an apologetic look before joining him in the line formation where Minho and Changbin stood as well; Minho just gave you a reassuring smile even though it looked forced and Changbin had a neutral expression plastered on his face.

 You just gave them a forced half-smile and approached the exam bed and the female angel gestured you to get on it. With the bright light, you could barely see anything around you; the council board watching from the balcony were blurred out and you had to squint in order to see the guys you met earlier that day.

 “Take off your shirt.”

 “No.” You immediately scowled when you were told to strip in front of a bunch of people and the angel glowered at you angrily before crossing her arms.

 “Do it or I’ll rip it off myself.”

 “I said no.”

 Before the angel could approach you and possibly knock the shit out of you, Woojin’s voice stopped her.

 “Hyerin, it’s just a shirt. Let her keep it on.”

 “I’m just doing my job.” Hyerin growled through gritted teeth as she turned to glare at the dark-haired Captain who just gave her a stern stare that said he wasn’t afraid to pick a fight with her if he wanted to. She huffed in annoyance and looked up at the balcony to see someone from the council motion for her to continue.

 “You’re a lucky one, aren’t you?” Hyerin muttered under her breath as she prepped your dyed wings for the new dye that was already prepared. You flinched when she used too much force rubbing the prep into your feathers, accidentally (or purposefully) pulling out some feathers. With a hiss, your wings reacted violently to the pain and almost hit her if she hadn’t dodged in time. “You-!”

 “You yanked some of my feathers out. Don't be surprised if I accidentally hit you. My wings have a mind of their own.”

 “If you weren’t being protected by Woojin and Chan like a weak and pathetic damsel-in-distress, I’d have defeathered you in a heartbeat.” She forced you roughly onto your stomach and put a spell on your wings so that they stayed still during the process. With an annoyed grunt, you let her cuff your hands and ankles down so that your body didn't move and you just hoped that this was going to be quick and over with.

 The loud sound of the dye-machine flooded out any of your doom-impending thoughts and at first you felt a prick against your wings which was tolerable until the burning kicked in. Detecting trouble and danger, your wings violently tried to get free from the spell casted on them, but the most they could move was a flinch. You let out a sudden scream of pain when the burning got worse and worse; it felt like someone was slowly pouring wax all over the flesh of your wings and the fact that you couldn’t move made that anxiety worse.

 You gritted down on your teeth as hard as you could to keep in the roaring screams that wanted to rip through your lips but the agonizing pain was really testing your endurance. Chan could only dig his nails into his palms as he tore his attention away from you; he couldn’t watch this. Changbin was also looking away from the horrible scene as well and even though he could handle things like this, hearing your voice and your cries really plunged a nail right through his chest.

 Minho was frozen as the blood drained from his face as he watched blood drip onto the floor from your wings as some of the feathers just fell off your wings from the stress they were going through; they left fresh wounds that continued to bleed and the blood seemed to run down, tainting your wings. The silver color being sprayed onto your wings looked like it wasn’t settling in well because the vibrant colors under the silver were too pigmented; which only meant that this process required multiple coats.

Meanwhile, Woojin kept a straight face because it wasn’t his first time watching someone get their wings dyed; however that first time was his last time ever wanting to take part in witnessing a horrific process like that. He didn't know why he came instead of sitting at his desk to finish up paperworks; when Minho announced that he was going to leave with Changbin to go watch, Woojin found himself unable to sit still in his chair and followed after them.

 “I...shouldn’t have brought her here…” Chan’s voice cracked softly as he continued to hear your whimpers and yelps. He tightened his fists and turned to leave when Woojin grabbed his arm.

 “You can’t leave, Chan… It’s disrespectful towards the council. We all have to stay until the end unless we want to be punished.” Even though he was only looking after his friend, Chan didn't see it that way. He turned to glare at Woojin and yanked his arm away roughly, alarming Minho and Changbin who were ready to get in between them if things went south.

 “Fuck them. I’m not doing this; this is torture. Y/N did nothing to deserve this... I can handle whatever it is that they’ll give me.” The blonde Captain growled and other angels whispered to one another as he yanked open the tall, oak doors and slammed them shut.

 Hyerin heard the slam and paused to see Chan missing from his spot in the line formation before hearing one of the council members yell at her to finish. Once it was all over, you were basically half-conscious; you barely had any energy in you to even get off the bed when the spell and cuffs were taken off your body. As if they were lifeless, your wings dropped to your sides and blood just streamed to the ground as the bright silver dye settled into your feathers.

 A healer was about to approach you to close up those wounds, however Changbin shoved them away with a hard glare before telling them to get lost. Minho broke out from line formation as well when it was safe for them to move around and grabbed a large blanket from the hands of a lower-level angel. He and Woojin held either corner of the blanket over you while Changbin ducked in to heal your wounds.

 “Is she alive?” One of the council members leaned forward with a squint as his depleting vision started to fail him.

 “Yes, sir.” Woojin replied as Minho just gritted his teeth, not knowing what he could say if he wasn’t careful.

 “I think Councilman Kwon meant if she is conscious enough to answer our questions.” A fairly-young Councilwoman shook her head at the old man who was having trouble seeing well and leaned against the railing of the balcony.

 “That’s not a good idea, Councilman Ahn.” Changbin finished healing your wounds and motioned for the blanket to be wrapped around your body as he stared up at the woman. “Y/N has passed out and is unable to answer any questions at the moment. It is best to let her rest for a couple days. Her condition isn’t well.”

 “Nobody is well after getting their wings dyed, Lieutenant Seo,” she chuckled and shrugged. “-that’s unfortunate to us since we were so curious about our new little black-card. We’ll call in on another day for questioning then.”

 Changbin motioned Minho to carry you off the exam bed before approaching Woojin once he noticed most of the Council leaving the room.

 “I’m gonna see if I can get something that’ll help with the fever she’s having.” The dark-haired Lieutenant muttered under his breath and Woojin just nodded.

 “Minho, take her back to her dorm and let Seungmin know what happened.” The Captain sighed and the brown-haired angel nodded before leaving with you in his arms.

 “What’re you gonna do?” Changbin asked as he shoved his hands into his jacket pockets with a frown.

 “I’m gonna try to convince the Council to be lenient on Chan.”

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 “I’m… still awake…” You breathed out painfully as your face was pressed into Minho’s shoulders; your wings felt like sacks of rocks attached to your back and you didn't even know if you even had feeling in them anymore. “And… I told you.. I didn't like to be touched...didn't I?”

 “It’s better if the Council doesn’t know that. You need rest right now and that should be your priority. Not talking to a bunch of assholes.” Minho sighed at your stubbornness but couldn’t help but smile at the fact that you still had some fight in you. “Look it can’t be help, okay? Are you going to walk home with your wings in this condition? You can barely even lift them up.”

 “I’ve had my shares with assholes… You know what I mean.” You wanted to make an annoyed expression but literally all you wanted to do was close your eyes and not wake up; unless it was for free things. “I’m heavy, aren’t I? My wings...feel like bags of rocks.”

 “Yeah, it feels like that.” He nodded, earning a weak glare from you as you opened your eyes to shoot glare daggers at him if you could. “I’ve carried a bunch of other angels before and you’re the only one giving me a real workout right now. Look I’m sweating!”

 “Put. Me. Down. Now.”

 “Haha, I’m just kid-whoa you can still move?! H-Hold on-”

 “How about we find out if I can still move or not?!” You tried to smack his face as best as you could, but with your strength reduced to only three percent it looked like you were patting his face instead of trying to hurt it. Minho could easily dodge it but he decided to just give you the win and endured it as you ‘patted’ his cheek. “Just wait until I get my strength back, I’m going to knock you back down to ear-”

 “What the fuck…?”

 Minho stopped moving and you felt him tense up before trying to turn your attention to the ablazed building in front of the Red dorm.

 “That building-”

 “It’s the Silver dorm.”

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[to be continued in prologue; part three]

|Angel Index;| just some extra information/fun facts~

Common angel wing colors: white, gray, gold

Common angel wing patterns: speckled, faded/ombred, solid, mixed

Where Stray Kids are staying:

Red dorm

2nd floor: Seungmin 

3rd floor: Hyunjin and Jisung

Silver dorm

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Bronze dorm

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Gold dorm

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Captain/Lieutenant housing

1st floor: Chan, Woojin

2nd floor: MInho, Changbin

|Your to-do list;| for funsies~

check out your pager

look through the freshmen packet (pft, maybe if you get bored that is)

find something to decorate your dorm keys

get a calendar to mark important dates (such as the end-cycle trial, flying lessons, assignments, etc)

explore? (depending on your mood)

|Amenities on campus| 

Coffee shop/Cafe (of course angels too need their caffeine~)

Gym (also has a swimming pool, but like... do they really need to swim?)

A bunch of restaurants

Arcade

Clothing stores

PC room

A park

Flying/diving field (think of it like you average football field but with cliffs and hills and fun abysses)

Simulation room (provides simulations where you can fight fallen angels or save humans! but some angels use it as a movie theatre LOL)

A huge ass building for classes and has a really nice library with very, very tall ceilings and bookshelves

|To-do list is still the same as last time! No update there!|

|will be updated throughout the story (if i remember ^^;)|

[aces-to-apples]

May The Fourth Be With You (And Also With You)

I don’t have anything ready to post for May the Fourth this year, boo!, but instead I’ll steal Dharma’s idea of posting a snippet of all my applicable WIPs, yay!

“Sugar and Spice” aka The Nika Fic aka genderbent AU crosses over with canon-verse a la Universe Collisions by Sroloc_Elbisivni

The Jedi took a couple more shuddering breaths. “Anyone else need a top-up?” she asked, voice steady but gaze fixed on the dank rock wall.

Rex exchanged looks with Kix, who straightened and surveyed his patients, clearly weighing who among them could use the help. The men themselves—Onyx, left hand useless from taking a swing at a clanker when his power-pack ran out; Honeycutt, nursing a couple cracked, possibly broken, ribs; Fives, unable to stand on his right leg—shared a non-verbal conversation of their own.

“Onyx can't shoot and Fives can't walk.” Honeycutt gave up the names with vicious pragmatism, ignoring both men as they silently threatened to space him once they were back on the Vigilance.

The Jedi looked between them with a small smile—at Fives who was stubbornly trying to get to his feet in protest, at Onyx who gripped his deece in his non-dominant hand like he was contemplating bludgeoning Honeycutt with it, and at Honeycutt himself with his arms crossed over his chest, one hand subtly nursing the injured ribs. “What about you, tough guy? Need a hand?”

“I can walk and I can fight,” Honeycutt said defiantly. He jerked a thumb at the other two. “That's more than these idiots can claim, and you're the one who asked.”

“True enough,” was her easy reply, but her eyes held a challenge. “How well can you breathe, though?”

He bared his teeth at her. “Well enough to argue with you… sir.”

Rex was prepared to step between them, to apologize for Honeycutt’s disrespectful attitude, but held back another beat. As half of him suspected she would, the Jedi threw her head back and cackled.

“Oh, I like you,” she announced with a grin, the color swiftly returning to her cheeks and her eyes sparkling. “You got a name, tough guy?”

“… Honeycutt,” he replied, looking from her to Rex and back. Rex couldn't do more than shrug, because he didn't know either. “Corporal Honeycutt.”

“Pleased to meet you, Honeycutt. I'm Nika.” She held out a hand to him, palm up, and watched his eye it distrustfully, shell-pink lips curved to one side. After a second, he took it and she hauled him to his feet. “Now, let’s see what we can do about those ribs, shall we?”

(Working title:) “Friends, Foes, and Telling the Difference” aka part three of “A Non-Comprehensive Guide To Force-Sensitivity”

The boy watched their interaction with the same lackadaisical interest the young Zabrak had demonstrated during their journey. “What does the Force feel like to you?” he finally said, blinking owlishly as Dooku refused to choke on his Tarine tea and delicately cleared his throat. “When Ben talks about it, it’s all very mystical-sounding. Cool winds and noiseless whispers, like a friendly ghost or a helpful spirit. Feelings and stuff. But when Maul talks about the Force, it’s more like instincts and heightened senses. It’s more physical than, I dunno, spiritual. So I wanted to know what it’s like for you.”

“That,” Dooku replied, placing his teacup on the table just so, “is a very personal question, young Skywalker.”

Anakin tilted his head innocently and said, “Oh, is it?” but his even his shields—well-made and well-maintained both from within and without—do poorly to contain the bright, bubbling amusement he was polite enough to hold back. Clearly, he knew very well what he was doing, and Dooku had to admire the tenacity of a such a young boy teasing a Jedi Master whilst genuinely seeking information.

He hummed pointedly and stared the unrepentant boy down, but considered the question in earnest. Knowledge for the sake of knowledge was a worthy pursuit. “Your brothers,” Dooku said the word carefully, weighing its meaning as he met the boy’s eyes, “were both correct. The Force can manifest in various ways, and it’s likely different for every being who experiences it. For many, whether they purposefully follow the ways of the Force or not, it acts in a more passive manner: a feeling of wrongness when danger is near, a keen sense of distrust when one is being deceived, or even just a quiet knowledge of where to go or what to say at a certain moment.”

Young Skywalker nodded thoughtfully, his eyes far away. “That’s very interesting, sir,” he said after a moment. “I think Ben will like you, if you ever meet. You both talk the same way, like you’ll get a prize at the end of the day for how many questions you can avoid answering. That, or he’ll hate your guts. It’s hard to say with Ben.”

Queen Amidala smothered a giggle.

“Well,” Dooku drawled, picking his tea back up, “Maul seems determined to dislike myself and my companion, so I think not.”

The boy shrugged and gulped down the rest of his milk with a grin. “Maybe, maybe not,” he cheerfully declared. “Those two disagree so much, I think it’s on purpose. Mom says they were like two tomcats until I was born, always arguing and hissing at each other, so Ben might decide he likes you just to be contrary.”

“An interesting way to raise a child,” Dooku noted, dry as the desert air outside. “If they disagree so often, you must have quite a bit of conflicting information on a great many topics.”

“Dab’ika Vaar’kara” aka the Camp Half-Blood AU an anon accidentally requested when they combined “summer camp” and “magical accidents” during a trope mash-up ask meme

“Now, as new arrivals, you're given a certain amount of leeway when it comes to the rules, regulations, and realities of living in the Godsworld.” Rex fixed the little ones—nearly fourteen and just barely scraping in under the wire in regards to the required claiming age—with a hard stare. “After orientation, you will be expected to either figure out what you don't know yourself or keep your trap shut. Understood, cadets?”

It was a blatant lie, of course; Cody could already see Kix’s bunk littered with sheets of flimsi covered in drawings, diagrams, and written explanations. Still, it was the spirit of the thing, yeah? A’sev had scared them witless when they’d first arrived at camp, and now that he was off doing Paladin shit, it fell to them to keep the tradition alive. It was a beautiful cycle, really, and watching the tiny shinies straighten up and shout “sir, yes, sir” like Rex was a fucking drill sergeant was hilarious.

“First off,” Rex continued, beginning to pace rather impressively in front of the duo. Cody had a hard time not joining the boys in their next snickerfit. “Congratulations on surviving your first monster encounter—besting an abaia while it’s got a home-field advantage is no easy feat. You did yourselves, and all your brothers, proud.”

The rookies straightened up that much more under the praise and Cody felt his need to smirk warring with the impulse to coo. “Whose idea was it to get it to charge into the rocks?” he asked curiously. They'd taken bets, watching from the shore.

“Mine, sir,” the one with the crew-cut said, taking a small step forward. A ripple spread through the cabin as they all noticed he'd subtly placed himself between his twin and Rex. That kind of body-language, combined with the late claiming, didn't bode well.

“Well done,” Rex acknowledged with a nod. “It was reckless, but well-executed. Just the kind of thinking we need in Mandalore Cabin. You got a name, shiny?”

“Ferdinand, sir,” the kid said without any hint of irony. They all winced in sympathy, because yeesh. “This is Emrys.”

Seeing that Rex didn't quite know how to phrase it, Cody asked, “You boys got nicknames?”

Their reaction was… worrying.

“Sir, no, sir,” Ferdinand—poor fucking kid—immediately denied, panic well-hidden to anyone not used to reading every variation of the face the Mand’alor’s poor decisions had stuck them all with. “We’re proud to carry these names and would never—”

“Anyone here calls me Emrys, I’ll break their fucking nose,” the long-haired twin cut in, stepping forward so that they stood shoulder to shoulder. “Got it?”

“Blood On The Ice” aka the Skyrim AU that I’ve world-built wayyyy more than I’ve actually written

The first glimpse of Coruscant—snow-dusted, crumbled stone reeking of despair—holds true as Ahsoka enters the city proper. Barrels of supplies do little to mask its deepening poverty when the cobblestones themselves shift beneath her feet.

A little Human girl, clad only in a threadbare red dress, entreats her to buy a wildflower and Ahsoka’s heart breaks at the girl’s gratitude when she agrees. She’d heard of Skyrim’s civil war back home, but had thought the children would be spared from adult pettiness. In Valenwood, the Green cares for younglings nearly as much as their parents; in the home and hold of the Storm-Hand, it seems, children shiver and starve. Not yet an hour in his hold, Ahsoka finds herself unimpressed with the rebellious Human king.

Unsure which path to take from her ingress, she chooses randomly and goes right.

Lined with homes and shops in various states of disrepair, Ahsoka regrets her choice until she spots an older gentleman lingering in a doorway. Her shoulders slump with relief to see one of her Twi’lek cousins, even bundled in the furs and leathers needed in the harsh Skyrim climate, rather than colorful Morrowind silks.

“Greetings, nerra,” she says warmly, stepping closer and holding out a hand.

The man appears nonplussed for a moment but replies with an affable, “Welcome, numa,” and clasps her forearm. “Are you new to Coruscant, gida?” he asks, nodding at her bow and daggers. “Most elves know better than to appear before the Stormhands so armed.”

untitled time-travel fic currently referred to in-house as “first battle of geonosis time-travel fic” aka this fic

And on it goes, a litany of ghosts and brothers lost to the stars. He matches numbers to names as they speak through the darkness: Fives and Echo, Jesse, Hardcase, and Kix, Onyx and Honeycutt, Razzy, Ringo, Tup—even Dogma, quietest and most hesitant of all. The barest bones of Torrent Company; eleven dead men walking, and Rex makes a full squad.

Numbers are and ever will be your greatest strength, your keenest advantage, he recalls the woman saying at one point, somewhere between his failed intruder alert and the imperious wave of her hand that sent him to his knees, heaving.

“Where the frip’s my bucket,” a voice gripes—Ringo, by the sound of it. The only reply he receives beyond repetitions of the same question, “Prob’ly right where you left it,” comes from Razzy, no question. It's both a relief and a punch to the gut to hear Ringo gripe, “Umbara, then, with the rest of me.”

“Oh, hey, mine too,” Hardcase pipes up, saying it like a joke, like it was funny. “Anyone else kick it on that sith-hole?”

“Yeah, Krell,” Five answers into the uncomfortable silence. It sounds like he’s smiling; the smile doesn’t sound very nice.

“Ori’haat?” Hardcase says, intrigued and vaguely impressed. “You do the honors?”

And finally, “chasing a dream” aka the summary and first couple sentences of the Treasure Planet AU that I absolutely forgot I was going to write at some point

Her name isn’t Hawkins. The cyborg isn’t silver. And the closest thing she has to a father isn’t a caninoid species. They’ve got the makings of greatness in them all the same.

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Ahsoka is six years old when she meets her very best friend in the whole wide galaxy. He's a Guardian—only a little one, though, like she's only a little Jedi—and he's got the same warm brown skin and golden-brown eyes that his brothers do, but he's also got a bunch of bright yellow hair.

[breathebangtan]

Credulous

Ch. 4: Lurking

Genre: FallenGuardianAngel! Jimin, Supernatural

Members: Jimin

Pairings: Jimin x y/n

Synopsis: love is an uncontrollable feeling, even for those who were meant to protect, and only protect. Nothing more and nothing less. Yet somehow, there was always outliers.

Warnings: Slight manipulation and a small accident

Word count: 3.6k

A/N: Hope you all enjoy! Please like and reblog if you do!

Ch.1 | Ch.3 | Ch.5

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My weeks were usually uneventful, aside from the occasional accidents here and there. Like this morning for instance, when I didn't tie my shoelace tight enough. I accidentally tripped on it and fell down the stairs. Luckily, I was only three steps away from the ground, only ended up with a scraped knee. Jimin, of course, took care of my wound. I was late to class, but at least my knee wasn't burning, thanks to him. I hadn't realised just how much my guardian would be around me, now that I knew who he was. He gave himself full reins on my life. Sitting in the empty seats next to me in class, giving me the answers to tests, literally telling me where to walk because he was afraid I'd get hurt again. Maybe I was over exaggerating though, he wasn't with me 24/7, or at least he wasn't visible to me. But he was a little overbearing, about everything I did that could potentially harm me.

Not that I could blame him, my track record wasn't in my favor by the slightest. He let me be once he thought I was fine on my own, which was nice. I was grateful that he trusted me. The week came to an end sooner or later though, and my double date was getting closer. Jimin seemed to feel funny about the whole thing, sat on the edge of my bed as I did homework, asking me for details. “Where will you guys be going, anyway?” I could only shrug, I didn't know either. Rae had only stated that it would be a double date this Friday, and that was all the information she gave me.

“I wish I knew that too, but Rae didn't give me any specifics. Hopefully the guy isn't a douche.” I giggled to myself at the last part. “Are you sure you want to go out with some random dude you haven't met?” He questions me, and he successfully inserts doubt into my mind. It doesn't go unnoticed by me, however, the fact that he's trying to push me away from the whole thing. At least it would seem like it. “I mean, Rae knows him. Why? Do you not want me to go out?” I question his motive but he just shakes his head.

“It's not that, I just know you don't like socializing, much less dating. It just seemed odd to me that you gave in so easily. That's all.” He smiles, and I brush it off. His excuse was pretty valid. Even I was astonished at how surprisingly okay I was with this, even somewhat excited. Albeit, very little. He spent the rest of that night watching me study, helping me here and there before he disappeared. There was nights when I couldn't sleep and he'd stay with me, until I could. On nights like that one however, he'd disappear randomly, and I wouldn't see him until the next day.

Finally I was home, after a long day of work. Maybe the fact that work was stressing me, was the same reason why my excitement for tonight was growing slightly, and I gave in. Spending the remaining hours, before the double date, preparing for it. I tried my best to look presentable, yet casual. A simple pink knit sweater, that was torn at the bottom, making it barely reach past my belly button, that paired with a denim skirt and black sneakers. I hoped I wasn't underdressing myself, nor over dressing. I was just so nervous on what my first impression would be, and I wasn't sure why. Maybe the comfort Jimin had given me, was changing me.

Just as I thought of him, he chimed in out of seemingly nowhere. “Is that what you'll be wearing?” He asked, as I finished applying the last bit of makeup. “Yeah, is it too much? It's not enough, is it?” I questioned. My tone made me seem desperate though. I always disliked feeling desperate, which made me shake my head. “No, you look perfect.” He smiled at me, I was relieved as I looked myself over in the mirror.

“I just think it might be too revealing.” He spoke in a quitter voice, with a tone I couldn't figure out. I tilted my head slightly, in questioning. Too revealing? It's just my legs, but it's nothing bad, right? “Are you sure? It's just a skirt.” I asked him as I looked at my mirror, contemplating what to do. “I'm just saying, it's supposed to get cold later tonight. Are you sure you want to be wearing a skirt? I don't want you catching a cold.”

He might be right, I didn't want to get cold later. As much as I didn't want to go, I didn't want to not enjoy it because I was cold. Besides, I was slightly excited, I didn't want to ruin it for myself. “Should I wear jeans instead?” He was quick to nod his head at my suggestion. It was cute though, making me giggle as I went to grab a pair of jeans from my drawer. After successfully changing in my bathroom I walked back out. He wasn't in the room anymore, I figured he'd left and grabbed my purse. As if on cue, Rae called me. I didn't hesitate to answer her call. “I'm outside, are you ready!” She screeched full of excitement. How could she not be though? She'd had a crush on Henry for the longest time. Just another reason why I wanted to be on my best behavior tonight. I didn't want to jeopardize her chances with him. “I'll be right out.”

I was thankful that Rae had a car in this moment, because I wasn't sure how far our date would take place from my apartment. I was sure that walking wouldn't be ideal though. The only reason Rae had a car now, was because her parents finally took the next step and bought a new car. Resulting in Rae receiving their old one. “So, have you guys decided on what we'll be doing today?” I asked her as she drove down busy streets. The moon was high up in the sky, shining as bright as it could, but still overshadowed by all the street lights. “Yeah, we're going to the boardwalk. Ride a couple rides, play some games. It'll be fun, plus it'll be easy to get to know each other.” She happily cheered. She was always so bubbly, in contrast to me. I always wondered what made her befriend me, we're so different. Maybe opposites do attract.

“Well, it does sound exciting.” I looked out the window, looking at all the stores and cars passing by, all the people out shopping. The city was booming with activity right now, it was Friday night after all. Not too long after, we made it to the location. Just as I expected, there's a huge crowd of people. I guess the incident from last Friday night did have an effect on me, because I was worried that in this large crowd of college kids, that jerk would be too. I prayed that he wouldn’t and got out the car, sighing slightly. I guess my thoughts were obvious, because Rae questioned me. “Are you alright? You look a little pale.” She looks over my features as she walks closer to me. I can only smile at her, nodding. I was determined to make this night amazing for her, without having to worry about me. “Yeah, of course. I think I’m just a little nervous. I mean you never told me who my date will be, or what he’s like.” I try to act like that’s what’s bothering me, and nothing else. Not a complete lie though, I was curious as to who she paired me up with, what he was like. Which didn’t really matter because I wasn’t thinking of being in a relationship or anything, but a fun date couldn’t hurt, right?

“Oh, you’ll have so much fun together, I just know it!” She responds as she ushers me into the swarm of bodies that are running around, enjoying their night. “That doesn’t really help me, but okay?” I let her lead me to wherever, guessing she and the boys probably agreed on a specific spot to meet up. We quickly end up in front of a booth that look like it sold tickets and passes for the rides. Rae didn't bother to get in line, instead opting for cutting half of the line. “Um, Rae… What are you doing? Shouldn't we go get in line back there?” I question her, but quickly realise why she had done so. We ended up in front of two guys, laughing with each other. One was Henry, who didn't take long to notice us. “Hey! You guys made it.” He smiles at us as Rae smiles shyly, going in for a hug, which he reciprocates. Next to him is someone I haven't seen before, which wasn't unusual as I didn't socialize much. Aside from parties at least, which wouldn't help because the alcohol made everyone's faces blurry.

He stuck his hand out to me, smiling widely as he introduced himself. “I'm David, it's nice to meet you. Rae was boosting about you all week, it's nice to finally see why that is.” I blush slightly, a light giggle escaping my lips. Wasn't sure if it was because I found that funny, or if It was a nervous laugh. “Well, she hasn't mentioned you at all. So I'm excited to see what mysterious you hold.” I smile as we step closer to the booth, the line making progress. He laughs at my words, “I'm an open book, so you won't have any trouble. Trust me.” He smiles and I nod my head. I had to admit he was a very good looking guy. “I'm Y/n, by the way. So, do you go to school with us? Or?” I ask him, trying to make conversation, I just hoped that it wouldn't get awkward. I couldn't count the many times I made small talk with someone, and I somehow made it awkward. “Yeah, I'm studying law now. To be honest though,” he says, rubbing the back of his neck, “I wish I could pursue something else, but my father is a lawyer. He wanted me to be one as well.” He comments.

“I see, that's always hard. Have you tried talking to him about it?” I questioned him, and as I did I realised he most likely has, but it wasn't like I could retract my statement now. “Of course, but he's insistent. I just wish he could understand that it's just not for me.” His shoulders droop slightly, in defeat. We take a couple more steps. “No, I totally understand. We only have the one life, we should do what we like and be happy.” He smiles genuinely at me, his mouth opening to say something, but Rae interrupts us. “You guys, I’m getting a little hungry.” She pouts cutely, we all smile at her.

“We could eat something before going on the rides. Although, I don’t know how much of a good idea that is.” I contemplate my own suggestion, as I realise that eating before going on any roller coaster isn’t exactly ideal. It could lead to an unwanted accident. “We could eat something light, maybe a snack. You know, just to tame your hunger.” David chimes in. I agreed with him immediately. As we were all agreeing, the person in front of us had finished buying tickets, we walked up to the booth after they’d walked away. The girl behind the glass window spoke up. “What can I get for you?” Her tone was bored, it’s not that she was rude, but you could definitely tell she didn’t want to be here. I didn’t blame her, working Friday nights, in a ticket booth, watching others having fun wasn’t ideal.

As much as I hated myself for what I was about to do, I tried not to think about it too long and just did it. “How about you guys go and get something to eat for Rae, David and I will buy the tickets.” I say as I give Rae a little push. “Are you sure?” She asks but I just nod and turn back to the girl behind the window. I didn't want to be alone with David, but I also knew Rae probably wanted a little alone time with Henry, and I was determined to make this date the best for her. David and I decided on what free passes to buy, and walked away from the booth. The loud laughs of the people running around the boardwalk filled the night. “So how did you meet Rae?” I ask David as we walk around, looking for our friends.

“Oh, we were friends when we were younger. We use to live in the same town. I saw her on campus not to long ago and we started talking again.” He explained to me, I was glad in away. At least it meant she knew him pretty well. He wasn't just a complete stranger. “Oh, so you know her since she was a kid. Has she always been this bubbly?” He laughs at my question as he nods his head. It was a good thing, she's always been the bright person that she is today. “It's quite endearing, isn't it?” He wasn't wrong at all, it was the feeling I always got when she got excited about things, or acted like a schoolgirl fawning over Henry.

“So tell me about yourself, I mean Rae talked a lot about you, but it's not the same as hearing you say it.” He leads us further down the boardwalk, where I see Rae and Henry near a pretzel stand. “Well, what are you interested about?” I realise that I’m making myself sound mysterious in away, but I just genuinely don’t know what to say. Aside from Rae, I never really had to talk about myself. I mean I didn’t even with her, we just gradually figured each other out the more we spent time together. I thought that was the norm, but I guess not? “Anything, are you from here?” He asks. We’re getting closer to the other two, that Rae sees us and waves at us to hurry.

“No, not originally. I use to live two cities away from here, but I moved here on my own for school.” He nods taking in the information. “Just like Rae and I, I guess it’s not that uncommon for students to be out of town.” It really wasn’t, I was sure around half of students were out of town. It was just such a common thing. We finally reached our friends, Rae handing me a pretzel. “That’s for you,” She says, in a sing song voice. “and this one's for you.” She hands David another. I take a bite of it as we walk away from the stand. Out of nowhere Rae starts jumping excitedly and we all laugh at her antics. “Oh my god! Look!” She points at a carnival game, the cliche knock down the bottles and you win a prize ones. She was usually really good at these games, but I figured that she’d want the typical date experience where the guy wins the prize for the girl.

“Hey, why don’t you go win her a prize?” I suggest to Henry, trying to set in motion my plan. He looks like he wants to respond, but David picks up on my intentions and pushes him forward. “Come on, win the pretty lady a prize.” Henry gives in and pays for a game. I was starting to notice how nervous he was, they were comfortable with each other, and he was confident. Even so, he would do slight things that made it apparent that he wanted to impress Rae. Which of course, I was happy about, because that could only mean he liked her as well. “Do you want to come up to the ferris wheel with me?” David seemed like a nice guy, from the small sentences we interchanged, but I was here for Rae and to have a good time. I feared that spending too much alone time with him would make ideas in his head.

“I… I don’t think that’s a good idea.” I stuttered out, rubbing my arm awkwardly. “Why? Are you afraid of heights?” He asked, I could tell by the tone of his voice he really wanted us to go. “No… I just…” My voice caught in my throat, as a new thought came to mind.

It’ll be fun, he’s cute. I couldn’t help but agree with myself, but I was still silent. Not sure if to say yes to him. The thought brought along an unpleasant and odd aura. A sudden emptiness left inside me, but I was totally fine with the vacancy within me. It was as if I could become addicted.

I’m so lonely, he’d be perfect. Everything I need. My lips turned into a smile on their own. It’s time to live my life, and he’s the one to do it with. My voice rushed out of my mouth, “On second thought, this should be fun!” I hooked my arm around his and pulled him along, yelling over to Rae that we’d be back as I ran off. David laughing beside me as his steps picked up. I couldn’t argue with myself, even if I wanted to. I just went along with my instinct. Thankfully the line wasn’t long. Barely anyone was waiting, we were up and in the ferris wheel in no time. David helped me sit down, and in my head I marked down a point for his chervillry acts. When he sat down, I noticed he tried his best to give me space. Something if never Do was my next move. I brushed my hand over his, leaving some fingers lingering over his.

His slight smile was evident. The pink hue in his cheeks forming was utterly cute to me now, the wind pushing his hair back as he looked to the side. “I know we just met, but you seem super nice and I’d like to spend more time with you.” He scots closer to me, my head leaning on his shoulder. “That would be nice, you and I.” I say in a dreamy voice. A familiar scent came to me in that instant. Vanilla and roses mixed with lavender. Such an amazing scent, one I could lose myself in. It was utterly familiar but I couldn’t place from where, not in this instant at least. “What made you change your mind, back there I mean. When I asked you to come up here.” I shrugged slightly. Even I wasn’t sure what that was, all I know is that I did and we were here now.

“You seem like a nice guy that I’d like to spend time with.” I didn’t want to let him down, and it was a complete lie. I hooked my arm around his again, sliding closer. “Maybe we can make that happen.” He suggested and I nodded my head In content. We spent the rest of the time in peaceful silence. Until the ride stopped, our cart at the very top. “Wow, look at all those light.” I pointed out at the city, everything looked so small from here. He laughed at me slightly, “The view is amazing, isn’t it?” He looked out as well. Our eyes opened wide suddenly as we felt the ferris wheel shake. My heart started to palpitate quickly, as a more violent shake was felt. My breath hitching in my throat.

“Are you okay?” David asked, as he kept his arm in front of me, gripping the metal handle next to me. “Yeah, I’m fine.” I told him, as I dared to look forward, to see what was happening down there. The all too familiar feeling came to me. Only accomplishing for me to look like crazy all over for Jimin. However, I couldn't find him anywhere in the crowd of onlookers on the ground. “Be careful, you’ll fall.” David said protectively, and as he did Jimin’s presence became much more unbearable.

“Where are you?” I whispered to myself, gaining a strange look from David. “What was that?” He asks, confused making me shake my head. “Nothing, I just don’t understand what went wrong down there.” My sentence barely making it out as the ferris wheel rushes to rotate. A scream escapes my lips, my body slamming against David’s, which I was quick to hold on to for dear life, wishing it was Jimin instead. But he wasn’t making himself visible to me.

I’ve got you. Jimin’s voice filled my ears as the ferris wheel came to a halt and started to slowly move. My breath was irrational but I was trying to stabilize it. Finally, our cart reached the bottom and it all stopped as we did. I didn’t even wait for the man to open the gate on our cart, I unbuckled myself and opened the gate, running out. I didn’t even stop to wait for David, rushing to where Jimin was in the crowd. I wasn’t even sure how I knew where to find him, probably our connection. Either way, I crashed into him, hugging him with all the strength that I still had in my body. A stream of tears falling down my eyes.

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aha moment || park jisung

↳ that one, small moment in life when everything just clicks. everything that happened in your life, it all connects & you see that it just... fits.

a/n: me writing in class because i decide that i should ignore all of my reponsibilities. inspired by the elusive aha moment by wilhelmina willoughby. enjoy <3

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The first to realize it was Johnny Seo. To Johnny, or to anyone really who has known Y/N and Jisung for a long time, it was a surprise.

He realized it when a 13 year old Park Jisung walked into the practice room, an annoyed look on his face, as another 13 year old came into the room after him.

“Don’t walk away from my Park Jisung!”

They were fighting again. It was a common routine for the both of them to fight, everyone in SM Entertainment knew that the two could never get along. The arguments ranged from who is the better dancer to whether the toliet roll should go under or over. This specific argument, though, was what surprised Johnny.

“Why do you have to be so mean to him Jisung? He was being nice to me.”

Y/N seemed tired, as if she didn’t want to continue this argument but had to know something. She was quieter, not like how she entered the practice room with a loud roaring voice. Her eyes, soft, were focused on Jisung.

Johnny, at this point, knew that he should get into this conversation. He knew their arguments can always go over the top and he didn’t want to deal with two children fighting one another physically.

“What happened Y/N?”

“Why don’t you ask Jisung. He just went out and teased Chenle about something he said. Now Chenle is upset and Jaehyun is comforting him.”

“I had a reason to tease him,” Jisung replied, not bothering to turn around and face Y/N.

“He just complimented me Jisung! Nothing he said deserved him to get teased! Why would you do that to him?”

“Because he complimented you,” Jisung says as he turns to face Y/N. “He called you a ‘talented dancer’ and a ‘nice person’ when everyone knows you aren’t. He’s just trying to get something from you.”

Y/N feels as if she was just hit by a truck. Y/N’s face falls and a look of anger and sadness covers her face. It hurt. What he said. But Y/N couldn’t show him any weakness. Never.

“At least something thinks I’m a nice person unlike you, who is a full ass jerk.”

Y/N runs away, not bothering to look back. Johnny could tell that she was trying to hold back the tears that were begging to fall from her eyes.

“Park Jisung!” yells Johnny. “That is way over the line.”

Jisung looks upset; as if he didn’t mean to say what he did. He powered through it though, making sure to show Johnny that he didn’t regret saying it.

“Jisung, what was wrong with Chenle complimenting Y/N?”

Jisung was getting ready for dance practice, putting his shoes on when he answered, “Nothing. I’m just saying, that if Chenle were to compliment her, he should tell her something true and not lie.”

“Was what Chenle really said a lie? Y/N is a nice person Jisung and she is also a great dancer. God Jisung, do you and Y/N really not get along that well that you get mad about the fact someone actually likes Y/N?” 

Jisung’s head whipped faster than the speed of sound. “Chenle does not like Y/N. I mean, no one would. And yes, Y/N and I don’t get along hyung, it’s just the way things are.”

For Jisung, that may seem it to be true. The fact that he believes that he and Y/N were meant to hate each other and not get along. To Johnny, that wasn’t the case. Johnny knew that it was the blossoming of a small, not yet sprouted, young love. For the fact that Jisung would randomly get mad at Chenle, his best friend since he was 8, for complimenting someone he doesn’t like, showed a lot. It wasn’t the fact that Jisung has a belief that what everyone says has to be true. Jisung himself lies about five times a day. No, it wasn’t that. It was the fact that Chenle actually complimented Y/N was enough to get him mad. Jisung was the one who was to compliment Y/N. It was supposed to be his comment that made Y/N smile and laugh, not Chenle’s. Jisung just doesn’t know this yet, and neither does Y/N.  

……

The next to have a moment of discovery was Ten. It was when Y/N came running through the halls.

“H-how, how is h-he?”

Y/N was out of breath. Y/N was supposed to be in the other practice room, the one two floors up and on the other side of the SM building, practicing for the SM show that was coming up very soon. Y/N looked at Ten with a sense of worry. Eyes glassy and face a little slacked.

“He’s doing fine Y/N. It was just a small accident, nothing major.”

No sign of relief left Y/N. Ten continued to face the young child who looked as if their cat just died. Never did Ten think that Y/N would ever be worried for Jisung. Y/N’s constant threats of hurting Jisung with a shoe, a book, or even a toliet seat was always something that Ten heard whenever the two conversed. It came as a surprise that Y/N was worried about Jisung when he sprained his ankle from dance practice.

After a while, Y/N slowly started to nod and back away.

“O-okay. I-i should get back to practice.”

Ten nodded as Y/N started to make their way back down the hallway to the elevator. At last minute, Y/N swirled around and yelled back at Ten.

“Hey, Ten?”

“Yes, Y/N?”

“Please don’t tell Jisung I came to see if he was alright.”

Even from far away, Ten could see the desperate look in Y/N’s eyes. Y/N’s face wasn’t just filled with desperation, but something else. Something that Ten wasn’t exactly familiar with. No one, not even the one person who knows Y/N the best, would’ve been able to tell what was written on Y/N’s face at the moment. It was unreadable.

“If you wish.”

With that, Y/N retreated back down the hallway. Y/N looked back towards the door that Ten stood infront. The one that currently held Jisung inside as he was being checked by some of the nurses. Y/N, looked back.

……

Renjun realized it when Jisung came into his room asking him to teach him modern dance. 

It was an odd thing to experience Park Jisung, 16, asking another for help in dancing. It was a known fact that Jisung wanted to be the best in dancing and always felt as if his confidence would go down whenever he would ask for feedback in the way he danced. What was even stranger was the fact that he asked for help in modern dance. Jisung would never had asked about modern dance. He loved to dance to upbeat songs and feel the speed of some higher, less abstract type of dance. 

“Why are you asking about modern dance?”

From Renjun’s view of Jisung, he could see a small, faint blush forming on the younger boy’s face. Jisung wasn’t the type to blush often and only did so when he got shy or embarrassed about something he’s done.

“Uhm, I just wanted to know about it. Trying to give it a shot, I guess.” Jisung didn’t look eye to eye with Renjun when he answered. Renjun was quick to know that that wasn’t the real reason for Jisung’s sudden interest for modern dance. Nevertheless, Renjun decided to teach him a few moves in modern dance. 

The topic remained unknown for Renjun and after weeks of trying to find out the real reason for why Jisung wanted to do modern dance. Renjun was just about to give up from finding out when he walked passed the dance room. Inside, was Park Jisung and... Y/N. The door to the room was slightly open and Renjun could hear the conversation the two of them were having.

“Are you sure you know enough about modern dance Jisung?”

“Are you doubting my ablities Y/N?” Jisung responded as he feigned a look of hurt and brought his hand over his heart.

“Well, Jisung, you’re ever just into hip hop and all that electric dances. You were never one to do modern dance.” Y/N had a look of worry on her face as she brought her head down.

Jisung walked over to Y/N, putting one of his hands on their shoulder gently as the other went and lifted their chin so they were eye to eye.

“Don’t worry Y/N. You are going to pass that entrance exam to SOPA, I just know it. I can totally help you with your modern dance. Just know, that you will do amazing. You just have to believe in yourself.”

Those soothing words brought a smile to Y/N’s face as she murmered a small thank you and gave Jisung a soft hug.

That. That right there was the very reason that Jisung had asked Renjun to teach him modern dance. It was because Jisung wanted to help someone special. Someone special enough for him to learn something he, at first, believed was boring. It was for them. It was all for Y/N.

……

Kun experienced the aha moment next.

When Kun was walking towards NCT’s dorm, never did he expect to run into Y/N.

Kun didn’t expect running into anyone at all; well, at least not literally. Kun, his head down as he was scrolling through twitter and not paying attention to his surroundings, made contact with another. A much smaller figure. The both colliding parties backed up as they faced one another to realize who they just bumped into.

“Oh Kun, I’m so sorry! I should’ve looked at where I was going, I’m sorry!”

Kun shrugged off Y/N’s apologie as he replied with, “It’s okay Y/N. It was my fault too. I was too busy watchig cat videos I found on twitter.”

Kun lets out a laugh as Y/N lets out a small, breathy laugh. It wasn’t like the ones Y/N often lets out. It was less energentic and happy. More of a laugh that seemed like it was forced, one that someone often made when they heard a joke they were meant to laugh at.

At this point, Kun noticed the small, beige colored book that Y/N was holding. At the corner of the cover was a splash of light pink, looking as if someone spilled a drink on it.

“Is that your book Y/N?”

Y/N raised the book, showing Kun. It was To Kill a Mockingbird, Y/N’s favorite book.

“Uh, yea. It got a little... ruined I guess.”

To anyone who knew Y/N, they would know how much the copy of To Kill a Mockingbird meant to Y/N. It was a gift, from Y/N’s grandmother. The last gift Y/N ever received. It meant the world to Y/N. It was given the on Y/N’s 7th birthday, as grandmother told Y/N to start a collection of books. It started Y/N’s own love for reading and literature. Inside the book, right under the sleeve, a letter could be found. Words written in sloppy, yet beautiful, cursive. Words written by Y/N’s grandmother for Y/N. Everyone knew that Y/N cherished the book. Kept it safe and protected. To find it ruined with a stain of what looked like peach juice must have made Y/N very upset, if not mad.

“Awh, Y/N. I know how much that booked meant to you. What happened?”

Y/N looked up and sighed. “Park. Jisung. He spilled his peach juice all over it when I was reading it.”

Kun knew how much Jisung and Y/N didn’t get along. Kun automatically assumed that Jisung purposely ruined Y/N’s book as a pay back for whatever Y/N could have possibly ever done to Jisung.

“That boy. I’m going to go tell him t-“

“No!”

Y/N’s sudden cry surprised Kun.

“It’s okay, really. Jisung didn’t mean to spill it all over my book. Donghyuck sort of pushed him as he was getting the juice and I was sitting in front. It wasn’t his fault, I know that.”

Y/N looked back down at the book, not as upset as Kun expected Y/N to look.

“I mean, it’s just a book right? I can always get another one.”

But it wasn’t just a book. Y/N knew that. Kun knew that.

Kun stood standing there, thinking, even after Y/N bid a goodbye. Why would Y/N not care about a book that mean so much? It was ruined, Kun saw with his own eyes. It would’ve been impossible to read the pages, much less the letter Y/N’s grandmother wrote. Kun knew it meant a lot to Y/N and that if it were anyone else who spilled over the book, Y/N would’ve been angry.

……

The fans noticed it during a Vlive.

It was a Vlive that consisted of just Y/N and Jisung. The pair has recently just done a song for SM Station. The two wanted to speak to their fans about how they enjoyed the song and if there were ways the both of them could improve in anyway.

For anyone who had eyes, it was obvious what was between the two. 

The fans realized how many times Jisung would look at Y/N. Whenever Y/N would be reading a comment or answering a question, Jisung would always look at Y/N with his full attention. When Y/N would go out and laugh, head tilting back as the sound of laughter came out, Jisung would stare and a small smile would begin to form on his face. The way Jisung would quickly turn away and stare at the camera when Y/N would turn to face him, acting as if he wasn’t looking at Y/N at all. Jisung wasn’t very discreet with his feelings, a lot of the fans would say. 

But it wasn’t like Y/N was discreet. Y/N would try to make contact with Jisung at any chance given. As Y/N would laugh, there was a tendency to lean towards Jisung for support when Y/N would laugh too hard. A tendency for Y/N to put a hand on Jisung’s shoulder as Y/N’s head fell back. When Jisung would be answering fan questions, Y/N’s would slowly start to lean on Jisung as he continued to speak. Y/N would always try and make Jisung laugh, and when Y/N wouldn’t succeed, Y/N would often make a remark to Jisung. To the fans, they would say that Y/N wasn’t discreet either. 

……

Y/N realized it on the red carpet.

Y/N was on the red carpet for the AMA’s. To Y/N, it was a huge deal being in the AMA’s. To be from America and to represent SM Entertainment and the entire Kpop industry was... an honor.

So there was Y/N, walking down the red carpet proudly. Back straight and looking tall and above. Y/N walked up and met with one of the interviewers on the carpet. It wasn’t when the interviewer asked if Y/N had a date, to which Y/N answered a soft no. Nor was it the follow-up question of “Anyone you wished was with you?” 

It was the immediate thought after the question has been asked. It was the first person that popped into Y/N’s head was when Y/N realized it. 

It was the one person who Y/N constantly scolded. Who Y/N would constantly tease and annoy. It was the same person who, a few years ago, Y/N would complain about multiple times a week about just how annoying and idiotic one person can be. It was the person Y/N would constantly get into fights and arguments about anything that they could think of. 

It was the boy who would tease Y/N whenever a mistake was made during dance practice. It was the boy who would always make sure that Y/N ate enough days before a comeback, knowing that Y/N would want to make sure to look the best and the skinniest.  It was the boy who helped reassure Y/N that there was nothing to worry about when going to the AMAs. 

It was Jisung. Jisung, the one who would stay up on facetime with Y/N just to watch conspiracy theories with. Jisung, the one who wouldn’t hesitate to do pranks with Y/N just to get a laugh. Jisung, the one person who Y/N can fully relate to and understand the burden of being an idol at such a young age. Jisung, the one who Y/N could easily talk to about anything that someone would usually be embarrassed about. 

Jisung who, until a few moments ago, Y/N was sure that there were no feelings for him at all. 

......

Jisung realized it when Y/N fell asleep on his lap.

He believed that no one, not even Aphrodite, could be as beautiful as the one who was currently sleeping on his lap. 

To Jisung, everything lead to this one small moment. This moment of when Y/N was with him and him only.

The times when Jisung would never practice as a trainee just for Y/N to scold him. The times when Jisung would purposely tease and annoy Y/N just to get Y/N’s attention. The time that Jisung wanted to scare Y/N by hiding behind the door only for it to backfire with Jisung ending up with a bloody nose. Those times when Jisung would come back to the dance practice with a bunch of snacks. Among those snacks always contained two or three of Y/N’s favorite candy and junk food. The times when Jisung, in class, would purposely pack up slower than usual to be able to walk out the door at the same time as Y/N. Or the other times were Jisung would purposely take the longer route to chemistry because he knew that Y/N’s locker was that way. The times when he would beg and ask Jeno to tell Y/N that he was too busy to help with math homework so then Y/N would go and end up asking him. The time when Jisung was the one to help Y/N when Y/N decided to was a good idea to try and spin on ice rink when Y/N had absolutely no idea how to. The times that Jisung would leave the dorms faster than you can say aha whenever his phone rang at 2 in the morning. 

All those moments before. The ones filled with regret, anger, sadness, despair, happiness, joy. The moments that were ignored and forgotten as days went by. Those moments when no one thought would have become such an important role in one’s life. It was all for this one moment. The one moment for Jisung to finally call you his.