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Danny Fenton ([personal profile] gogoghostpowers) wrote in [community profile] savetheearth2015-02-17 08:18 pm

I STILL HEAR YOUR VOICE WHEN YOU SLEEP NEXT TO ME

Who: Danny and Walter
What: Just two dudes hanging out at White Castle on Valentine's Day Eve, it's most definitely not a date
When: 2/14
Where: Walter's house, then White Castle
Warnings: teenagers


Danny pulls up to Walter's house in his car and does one last check. Seats: clear. Dirty laundry: at "home" at Stefan's. The clothes he's wearing right now: not his dirty laundry. Breath: not that gross (he thinks). Okay, he should be good.

He pulls out his phone to send Walter a text.

Hey, I'm in front of your house. You ready?
waltharius: (or the ass honcho)

[personal profile] waltharius 2015-04-07 03:35 am (UTC)(link)
"It's great...!"

It's a little hard to collect his thoughts right now. Static in his brain. One thing he does know is that he can't really deny what he's been suspecting anymore. Not with the constant butterflies.

"Danny --"

But what is he supposed to do about it? He dips a little closer, almost unconsciously, but pulls away at the last second, squeezing his fists and smiling along with Danny.

"We should... finish dinner."
waltharius: (you had a sexy phase?)

[personal profile] waltharius 2015-04-08 03:14 am (UTC)(link)
Walter is trying to spend the rest of the meal focused on his sliders, but he's finding that difficult. The first few times he looks up and Danny's looking right at him, well, he can shrug that off as coincidence. After that, when he lifts his gaze and meets the stare without looking away... ...not that easy to rationalize.

Maybe he shouldn't have ducked away before. Maybe...

The waitress interrupts that train of thought with the check. Which he pounces on immediately, slapping his hand on it and dragging it his way.

"Everything here is on me, okay? A-and before you complain, you drove."
waltharius: (I DESPERATELY NEED STOMACH MEDS)

[personal profile] waltharius 2015-04-09 03:23 am (UTC)(link)
"The -- next one? ...okay, fair enough"

There's going to be a next one? And that wasn't a joke?? He's all fumbly as he browses through his wallet before throwing down some cash (and a huge tip, because math is too complicated right now).

"Are you ready to head out?" After a quick look down, he realizes that he's overlooked their "dessert" -- a pair of Hershey's Kisses, left with the check. "...or do you want your Kiss first?"
waltharius: (dead)

[personal profile] waltharius 2015-04-12 03:36 am (UTC)(link)
Walter stares at the chocolate in Danny's hand for the longest time. He sets a hand under Danny's and places his other hand on top, poised to grab the Kiss. But... he stops, pausing for awhile before he pushes against Danny's hand, folding his fingers around the candy.

His heart is about to beat out of his chest, and his logical mind is telling him to wait for the Perfect Moment. But Perfect Moments are hard to come by. Sometimes you just have to go with your heart. Even if your heart is telling you to go for it in a public fast food restaurant.

So he squeezes Danny's hand, leans in, and plants a real kiss on his lips. It's going to last as long as Danny allows, or until Walter's jelly-legs give out. Whatever comes first.
waltharius: (but it is NOT "bruce pringles")

[personal profile] waltharius 2015-04-15 03:06 am (UTC)(link)
The reality of the situation smacks Walter as soon as they part, and his legs actually fail him. Luckily, there's a table to hold onto. And a Danny. He's distrubuting the weight between both, because nobody needs to end up on the floor today.

"W...wow."

He wishes he had something better to say, but words are escaping him. He smiles, a wave of giddiness overtaking him. The arrival of the Polaroid gives him something to focus on, which he does, while laughing. His eyes are bright and a little shiny.

This is real life. There's photographic evidence.