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A Spark (Real or Imagined)
This was inspired by the prompts for DP Side Hoes Week Day 1, Tucker and Power Up! Of course, I am posting it on Day 3, but better late than never, I suppose? I hope you enjoy!
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Tucker stands frozen outside of Danny’s bedroom door. He wants to knock, he really does, but for some reason, he can’t get his limbs to cooperate. Some sort of disconnect between his brain and his body is stopping the signals from his synapses from reaching the nerves in his arm.
Maybe it’s some sort of self-preservation instinct. Maybe his body knows that his heart will skip a beat the second he looks into his best friend’s eyes. Maybe his muscles know the best way to maintain homeostasis is to stay far away from Daniel James Fenton and his soft hair and sharp cheekbones and paint splatter freckles.
Ever since Danny and Sam broke up, things have been…different. Well, not between Danny and Sam. Their breakup was amicable, prompted mostly by Sam’s realization that her strong desire to be close to Valerie at all times was not, in fact, entirely platonic and she is, in fact, a lesbian. After the breakup, Danny was…completely fine. Shockingly so. While Tucker never doubted that Danny would fully support Sam’s moment of self-discovery, he expected for there to be some hurt in the fallout. It seemed almost unavoidable. But that hurt never came.
When they talked about it, Danny had just shrugged and said, “we both wanted different things.” He didn’t volunteer any additional information, as if that statement was enough of an explanation in and of itself. And then, Danny had given him that look, the one he’s been wearing more and more lately when he catches Tucker’s gaze. The corners of Danny’s eyes get all soft and his lips quirk up into a fond smile, almost like he’s looking for something and liking what he finds. It’s an expression that makes Tucker’s breath catch in his throat, equal parts intoxicating and unreadable and overwhelming.
The shift in their dynamic hasn’t been because of Danny and Sam. In fact, Tucker is pretty sure that if Danny and Sam had their way, the three of them would still be hanging out every day like nothing has changed at all. No, the difference is entirely within Tucker.
Something stirs in the pit of Tucker’s stomach whenever he and Danny are together. It’s a feeling he is intimately familiar with, a want that has burned inside of him for as long as he can remember. The fluttering of infatuation was much easier to control when Danny was dating someone else. But now that Danny is single again, now that the smallest, dumbest part of Tucker is hopeful that there might be a chance for his friendship with Danny to become something more, he can’t seem to get his butterflies to fly in formation.
Tucker hates it. He hates feeling like a little kid with a schoolyard crush, hates that he can hear his pulse in his ears every time Danny laughs, hates the way that ecstasy tips into nausea whenever Danny’s hand brushes his own at lunch. The butterflies are only manageable when Danny isn’t around, so Tucker has been valiantly trying to avoid him for the past few weeks. He’s made up homework assignments and family commitments and pulsing migraines. Danny knows it’s bullshit, Tucker can tell. He can see it in the little furrow of Danny’s brow and the tiny tilt of his head and slight purse of his lips. However, instead of calling Tucker out, Danny’s skepticism will always melt into that stupid fucking look, and he’ll accept the excuse at face value.
Tucker has been completing his duties to Team Phantom remotely, but his latest project requires face to face interaction with Danny. He’s been working on some modular enhancements to Danny’s suit, and there needs to be a fitting before final adjustments. Tucker tried to just get Danny to send over his measurements, but Danny couldn’t quite figure out how to use the measuring tape properly, for whatever reason.
Mechanical engineering is a bit outside of Tucker’s comfort zone. He’s always been more of a software guy, but Danny’s rubber hazmat suit isn’t doing enough to protect him anymore. Danny’s armor needs an upgrade, and as Danny’s guy in a chair, that responsibility falls squarely on Tucker’s shoulders. So, with little to no experience in practical construction, Tucker has been tasked with crafting something that will protect his best friend and guy he’s maybe sorta kinda in love with from facing mortal injury.
No pressure at all.
It should be a simple visit, really. He just needs to take some measurements, have Danny try a few pieces on, and then he can leave. In and out. Easy.
After one more heavy sigh, his brain and his body finally get on the same page, and he forces himself to knock.
“Come in,” Danny calls, voice muffled through the door.
Slowly, cautiously, Tucker opens the door and steps into the room. Danny is splayed out on his bed, scrolling through his phone. His shirt has ridden up a bit, and Tucker can see a small sliver of skin right above the cut of his hip bone. All the air empties from Tucker’s lungs, and he sharply turns away, unable to meet Danny’s eyes.
Danny throws Tucker a lazy grin as he hauls himself into a sitting position, his movements relaxed and self-assured. Tucker is grateful when Danny’s shirt drops to fully cover his stomach and he can breathe somewhat normally again.
“Hey,” Tucker says, hating himself when his voice waivers. “Hey, dude.” He tries again.
“Hiya, Tuck,” Danny smiles back at him. He stands and stretches his arms above his head, exposing that strip of skin once more. Tucker can feel himself short circuiting. The butterflies have become wasps and are pounding at the edges of his ribcage. He’s pretty sure that all the blood in his body has rushed up to his cheeks to paint him bright red.
This visit may be trickier than he initially thought.
“So, what’s the plan?” Danny asks.
“Uh,” Tucker says eloquently. “Um, yeah. Plan. Right. I’m just going to try these pieces on you and see what adjustments need to be made.”
Danny nods, then asks, “Do I need to change my clothes? Or does this work fine for the whole fitting thing?”
Danny is wearing jeans and an oversized NASA hoodie. The hoodie has a small blotchy stain on one of the sleeves, and Tucker can’t quite tell if it’s remnants of ketchup or blood. The stitching of the front pocket is ripping, like Danny has shoved his hands inside of it a bit too hard a few too many times. The jeans are fraying at the edges, and Tucker is pretty sure that they’re the same pair of pants that Danny has been wearing for the last four school days.
He looks beautiful.
“Are you wearing a shirt under the hoodie?” Tucker manages to ask around the lump in his throat.
Danny cocks an eyebrow at him.
“I just mean for fitting purposes,” he rushes to explain. “The hoodie looks like it might be a little thick so, you know-“
“Yeah, I gotcha,” Danny interrupts, stopping Tucker from embarrassing himself further. “I can take it off, one sec.”
Danny crosses his arms over himself, grabbing the sweatshirt from the bottom hem and lifting it over his head. Mercifully, his t-shirt remains in place, and Tucker is spared from seeing any flash of Danny’s torso.
Danny tosses the hoodie onto the bed before ruffling his unruly hair back into place.
“All good?”
Tucker swallows. Hard. “Great,” he chokes out.
The air between them is supercharged with a tension that Tucker can’t quite place. He steps closer to Danny, removing the armor prototypes from his duffel bag and laying them onto the bed.
Piece by piece, Tucker places the suit upgrades on his friend’s body, snapping and buckling the flexible plating into place. He tightens the breastplate around Danny’s chest, careful to touch only the armor itself, refusing to indulge in fantasies of resting his hand on the small of Danny’s back. As he settles the shoulder piece across Danny’s collarbone, he can feel Danny’s icy breath dance across his cheek. It’s tantalizing, and it takes all of Tucker’s willpower to hold himself back.
His fingertips just barely brush against Danny as he places the final piece of the armor around Danny’s forearm. There’s a spark that skitters across the surface of Tucker’s skin where they made contact, and for a moment he thinks it’s just in his head, the same sort of electricity he always feels whenever he gets too close to Danny. But as he catches the incremental shift in Danny’s expression as he winces, he realizes the spark was very real.
Tucker jerks his hand away from Danny, tripping over himself to apologize. “I’m sorry, this is new tech and all, but it shouldn’t have—”
His voice seizes as Danny catches Tucker’s hand in his own and presses Tucker’s palm firmly against his arm, refusing to break eye contact. The atmosphere in the room shifts and gravity collapses into them. Tucker can’t move away, he doesn’t want to. He may never move from this spot ever again. He keeps waiting for Danny to say something, but Danny offers no explanation. The only sound in the room is the twin rattling of their breathing. Danny’s bedroom has become a cathedral, and speaking would disturb the holiness of the atmosphere.
The moment stretches into an eternity. Tucker can feel a flush licking over his skin like fire. He is afraid he may burn up, completely consumed by the flames of his own desire. In a last attempt at self-preservation, Tucker finally finds his voice.
“What are you doing?” The question resonates in the room with a rasp.
There it is again. The look. Tucker’s nerve endings are lit anew.
“Pressure is good for pain,” Danny explains. The twinkle in his eye dares Tucker to disagree.
Tucker’s head is pounding. The butterflies have migrated from his stomach to his skull. His entire body is an inferno. The metaphors are getting all mixed up and Tucker can hardly move. Breathe. Think.
Danny edges forward by a nanometer, and his nose is practically brushing against Tucker’s cheek. He doesn’t know when Danny got so close. Tucker turns his head on instinct, and he can feel Danny’s breath skitter across his lips. An electric sensation zings down Tucker’s spine. His mouth parts ever so slightly, and the movement causes Danny’s eyes to dart down to Tucker’s lips. He can see Danny swallow, hear his shuddering breath, feel his uneven pulse where his fingers hook around Danny’s inner elbow.
Danny moves impossibly closer. Tucker is frozen, either in fear or anticipation. He’s not quite sure. For the briefest moment, Tucker thinks that Danny’s lips will meet his own. He braces himself for the brush of Danny’s chapped lips. He doesn’t know what he wants. He wants this. He wants everything. He wants nothing at all.
Suddenly, Danny pulls away, opening a vacuum between them. Tucker gasps, feeling as if he has been plunged into an ice bath. Danny seems completely nonchalant.
“This looks great, Tuck,” Danny flexes a bit, turning his arm to get a better look at his new gear. “Thanks for the power up.”
Tucker is still struggling to catch his breath. “Uh, yeah. Of course. Anytime.”
“And Tucker?” Danny peers over at him, a patient smile painted across his freckled face.
Tucker absentmindedly rubs his thumb across his lips, the ghostly memory of Danny’s breath still buzzing beneath his skin. “Yeah?”
“Let me know when you’re ready, okay?”
Tucker has never been more confused in his entire life. “When I’m ready?”
He forces himself to meet Danny’s gaze, and only to be met once more with the look.
God fucking damn it.
“Yeah. Just let me know.” Danny says softly, lovingly. “I’ll be here.”
#savant par#danny phantom#danny fenton#tucker foley#danny fenton x tucker foley#danny fenton/tucker foley#tucker foley x danny fenton#tucker foley/danny fenton#dp side hoes week 2023#i am on my romance novel bullshit!!!#ecto writes#as i am ought to do#also can you tell i like physical descriptors? i am so very subtle about it <3
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this came to me in a vision
#danny phantom#savant par#danny fenton#dash baxter#tucker foley#i think this is actually pretty ooc for danny#but the idea of him forcing himself to like cower to hide his ghost powers is so funny to me#could really add to fenton's reputation of being scared of ghosts lol#my art#fanart
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Failed phantom smooch ft. Letting the besties know
#ft. Danny’s shame corner#I think it would be really funny if the just both had. /realizations/. at the same time#lol#neither of them know how to kiss they’re all like. freshmen in highschool or something#Tucker and sam are supportive about the bisexuality of course#about dash however…#my art#art#artist on tumblr#digital art#fanart#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#dash baxter#swagger bishie#teddy ghost#rkgk
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reminder to take care of your loser human body
#danny phantom#danny fenton#college au#sam manson#tucker foley#there’s uh#lots of headcanons here#everlasting trio#they really ride the line between good friends and assholes#I love it for them#also#I headcanon the nausea thing comes when he neglects either half#do too much ghost stuff?#forget to be human?#get sick#too much human stuff?#energy too built up?#congrats you’re sick again#self care is important lmao#emetophobia#cw vomit#I spent so long drawing this idk who I am anymore
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It's fair to assume that these kids may have some trauma- (also yay get to draw the trio's lineup yippee been wanting to do that)
and ok I'll admit, I might have gone a bit crazy with the blood but- ok I have a background in Warrior Cats which can get gorey and blood is honestly kinda fun to draw-
#danny phantom#danny fenton#jazz fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#dp#dp art#phanart#fanart#art#digital art#silly#mini comic#tw: blood
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2 DECADES
also alt version for no reason whatsoever
#danny phantom#danny fenton#dannypocalypse#dannyversary#sam manson#tucker foley#popping back in tumblr just in time to post my dannypocalypse contribution#but also its been 20 years......wow........i can practically feel myself crumbling to dust#dewdles
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let's all be danny phantom for halloween and not tell danny
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i like when he does the ghost breath thingie :)
bonus:
#who are friends if not the ppl who roast you the most often#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#fanart#fan art#my art#dp fanart
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The Viewers
Danny and Tucker move in together for college in Gotham
Tucker decided to make tiktoks just for fun, he could teach people about technology and help give tips.
He didn't realize that his viewers could see Danny in the background in some clips.
Danny being Danny was never caught doing something normal instead it was always something weird.
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Tucker: "So you just switch this piece here-"
Danny in the background more than half his body in the fridge, the fridge is very noticeably growling
Tucker who is so used to it, it doesn't even register in his mind that it's not normal.
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Tucker fan-boying about the new Wayne tech
His viewers looking behind him at Danny
Danny running around fighting his food which is also growling & flying
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Tucker modifying his tech for the viewers
Danny's voice in the distance: "Bye Tuck, I need to go soup this guy real quick!"
Viewers: "Cannibalism?!"
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Tucker: "Ah yes a very normal video!"
His viewers watching Danny:
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Just an Idea
#glowy-death-ideas#dc x dp#dpxdc#batman#danny fenton#dp x dc crossover#dc x dp crossover#tucker foley#gotham#dp#dp au#dp x dc prompt#dc x dp prompt#story prompt#prompts#writing prompt#dp x dc#danny phantom
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Doodles and design notes,
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ive always been a fan of actor AUs
#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#vlad masters#vlad plasmius#box ghost#dp fanart#my art#actor au
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What is going on there???
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Still Feel by Half Alive
(there is a second of flashing at the start was unsure if i should tag it or not, but this is the warning)
[youtube video link]
#danny phantom#danny fenton#Sam Manson#Tucker Foley#Samantha Manson#daniel fenton#animatic#animation#slight flashing#nicktoons#nickelodeon#hoodedjelly art#i should've put danny in the suit for the whole animatic#but i didn't realize that prob made more sense until i was in the middle of working on it#its fine tho it doesn't matter it's supposed to be a representation of him being between life and death#let him imagine himself back in his school clothes lmaooo
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14-Year-Old-Half-Ghost-Vigilante Daniel Fenton experiences first-hand the universal blunder of Fucking Around and Finding Out for the nth time
Friends and confidants Sam Manson and Tucker Foley are not amused.
#if I had any patience I would wait until it wasn’t 3am to post this#but alas#my art#art#artist on tumblr#digital art#fanart#rkgk#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#dash baxter#swagger bishie#teddy ghost
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it hits different when it’s not green
#danny phantom#danny fenton#college au#sam manson#tucker foley#gore#in this au I want his human body to be as much of a contruct as his ghost body#it’s still very flesh and blood tho#just#goopier#danny doing the midwestern ope is important to me too
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I haven't been in the fandom long, but I think I've noticed a trend...
I like some angst just as much as the next person but omg give this man a hug
Note: I am in no way saying I don't like angsty fanfictions (heck I have some pretty angsty head canons) I just find the sheer amount of them funny. And it just makes me wonder how (canon) Danny would react himself
I just wanted to make this clear that it's a joke- I always worry about my comics coming off the wrong way lol
#danny phantom#danny fenton#sam manson#tucker foley#dp#fanart#art#silly#silly comic#comic#digital art#short comic#phanart
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