 Sam and Tucker resume their surveillance (and oh my god are they making plans about how to fight this ghost?) Dash decides to make himself known.
Tucker brushes dash off. dash keeps up his tirade, displeased and antagonistic, until Sam snaps at him; then everybody’s sent into a shaky truce of silence when the entire building rumbles, a few more walls somewhere else collapse into rubble, and a ghostly laugh echoes all around, calling for Phantom.
danny sweats. A lot.
and then sam pulls out a customized mini ecto-gun and darts towards the door.
“WHERE did you GET THAT,” danny yelps.
“Don’t worry about it,” sam says, preoccupied as she peers out into the hall.
“This time,” danny echoes faintly.
“Don’t you dare,” sam shuts him down.
“NO.” this time Tucker practically harmonizes with Sam.
“maybe you should go to a doctor,” kwan suggests.
Danny groans slightly louder, then realizes both tucker and sam are now giving him more attention than before, as if he needed any more attention than they were just giving him.
“Fenton?” Sam asks slowly.
“Like Fentonworks Fenton?” Tucker asks. he is much more excited than Sam.
“No, like the other Fenton,” danny grumbles.
“Oh.” tucker deflates.
Sam and Tucker share a considering look. Tucker does a short gesture with one hand to his forehead and the other out. Sam returns with a different one. Danny watches them go back and forth for a long, confused moment, as their hands fly, before Sam seemingly loses their non-verbal argument with a huff.
where your bf accidentally calls you clingy.
suna gets busy. he’s a pro volleyball player with vigorous training and he can’t spend a lot of time at home with you.
you understood that. you told him you’d support him every step of the way and you would be here for him whenever he needed it.
you didn’t realize how much of strain his career would put on your relationship, though.
suna would come home late nearly every night and go out on his days off. you sat at home and waited patiently for him to come home, but he’d be back so late that you’d already be asleep.
you thought that it was maybe time to talk to him about it.
suna, on the other hand, was so irritated with the way his practice had gone that he just wanted to come home and go to bed.
when he walked in he saw you washing dishes, presumably from another dinner he’d missed. he grumbled a small ‘hey,’ and walked into your shared bedroom.
you sigh, finishing the dishes. he’s home earlier than usual, you think to yourself.
you walk into the bedroom to see he hadn’t changed out of his gym clothes, laying on his back on the bed.
you rolled your eyes because, when is later, exactly? this is the first time you’ve actually seen and spoken to him in the past two weeks.
“no, rin, i just have some things i wanna say, and i’d really appreciate if you’d listen to me,” you sigh and he sighs loudly, sitting up to look at you.
you take a deep breath, and prepare to spill how you’ve been feeling for a while.
“i just… i feel like i haven’t seen you in a while. i miss you a lot and i wish we could spend some time together.” you tell him, feeling proud of being able to actually say it aloud.
your face feels like it’s getting warmer, you’re not sure if it was because you were embarrassed or frustrated, but it wasn’t a great feeling.
he cuts you off, abruptly standing to his feet to tower over you, “no! you’re not listening to me, (y/n). i’m too busy to be dealing with how clingy you are!” he yells.
he thinks i’m clingy? you think to yourself.
your heart feels like it’s breaking into even tinier pieces because not only does he have to deal with you, but he also thinks you’re clingy.
it’s quiet for another minute before you pipe out, “yeah… you’re right. sorry.” you say, curtly before letting him leave to go take a shower.
maybe this is why he’s never home, you think. because i’m so clingy.
you never thought it was a big deal with how affectionate you were because he never said anything.
thinking it over now, all those nights you begged for cuddles and kisses from your boyfriend and how he’d barely initiate any acts of affection.
you decide to just give him his space since that’s what he wanted.
you turn off the lights and try to let your mind drift off so you could sleep.
when suna walks back into the dark room, he sighs and hopes the whole things blows over after tonight.
three days pass by and you two still haven’t had any interactions. the doubts you were having about your relationship continue to stem and you overthink every moment of your relationship.
but today is suna’s day off and he plans to spend it with you since he does actually miss you a ton.
when he wakes up, you’re no longer in bed, so he goes down the hall to see you re-reading one of your favorite romance mangas on the couch in the living room.
“good morning, baby,” he rasps, a smile on his face to see you curled up in a blanket.
you don’t even look up from the book and murmur a simple, “morning,” before flipping to the next page.
suna is confused by your cold behavior but doesn’t dwell on it too long figuring you just hadn’t eaten yet.
“do you want something to eat?” he offers, hopefully.
you shake your head, “i already ate, thanks.” you say, curtly.
he furrows his brows at your odd question. did you want him to leave?
“no… i wanted to spend the day with you…” he explains.
that’s new, you think to yourself.
“yeah… well, if you don’t wanna eat, do you wanna cuddle and watch a movie?” he suggests and you sigh, closing your book.
you were growing annoyed, you’re not sure why. maybe it was because you felt terrible about yourself. all the confidence you had in your relationship shot down by that one word— clingy.
maybe it was because even though you’re clingy, he still wants to cuddle you.
“you know what, i’m feeling a little tired so i’m just gonna go to bed, you can go out if you want. i don’t really care,” you snap.
you didn’t mean that, you did care. you wanted him to stay with you and cuddle you, but you couldn’t get out of your own head.
suna stood there bewildered after you had walked back to your shared bedroom, too shocked to say anything.
and suddenly it hits him.
the words rung in his head like a loud bell.
no wonder you’re so standoffish, he probably made you insecure as hell.
before he knows it, he’s running to the room, bursting into to see you laying on your side, sobbing quietly to yourself.
“suna, can you please just leave?” you ask, your voice wavering.
the sound of his last name falling from your lips so pitifully makes his heart break a little.
he crawls into the bed and wraps his arms around you and you try to wiggle out of his grip, not wanting to be trapped in his hold, but he doesn’t budge.
it does feel nice to be held by him for the first time in weeks. you forgot how much you missed him.
so you lay there and cry in his arms.
you sigh, sniffling every few seconds and he continues.
“i know i don’t say it a lot, but i do love you and appreciate everything you do for me. thank you for putting up with me,” he mumbles.
suna isn’t that expressive with his feelings, so you know he means it when he confesses to you like this.
the tears are free falling from your faces and you turn your body to hug him, pushing your head into his chest.
“told you to stop calling me that,” he mumbles back, rubbing his hand up and down your back.
you look up to glare at him and he smiles.
warnings: some talk about anxiety (about the future and jobs), swearing, explicit sexual content, taehyung is a soft dom, oral (f. & m. 
[!] NOTE: this is a twoshot! the second part will be posted in two weeks, on the 5th of june, so stay tuned!
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For a mighty, powerful businessman, Taehyung surely was weak.
The expensive suits and various ties that adorned his lean body never failed to intimidate the strongest of personalities, and his confident stroll through his building made every woman weak in her knees.
And yet, he faltered every time he laid his dark eyes on you