This is a collection of my short fics/drabbles to help my muse whenever I can't write something. I figure, why not? Everyone seems to have at least one of these short story collections floating around.

These will mostly be Pitch Pearl (aka Fenton x Phantom) in some way. It could range from fluff to otherwise, so please read any prompt ratings and warnings beforehand.

Some of these I just randomly think up in the middle of the night. Some of them I might get off of the ImagineYourOTP blog on tumblr. You never know what I might put up here.

Prompt: Spring Cleaning
Rating: T
Warnings: Suggestive themes

The ice and snow from the winter months had finally disappeared, giving away to green grass and clear sidewalks. It was a nice warm day in mid-April and in the middle of the first week of the year where the mercury in the thermometer reached seventy degrees.

The family of four that lived in the house signed FentonWorks were hard at work. They had enjoyed the first few days of warm weather just as much as the other families in their neighborhood, but it all had to come to an end at some point. One year was more than enough time for various junk to pile up.

He would rather be doing anything other than this, Danny thought to himself with a sigh as he threw more clothes onto his bed. Maybe play Doomed with Sam and Tucker. But he had grown eight inches over the past twelve months and now it was time to clean out his closet of the clothes he couldn't wear or never wore. Not that he owned many in the first place, but his mother would probably drag him to the mall some point soon to buy more, so he might as well have some place to put all of them. He glanced out the window at Phantom, who seemed to be having way more fun than he. Washing the windows was yet another task that Danny had been charged with, so rather than him digging the ladder out of the garage and risk becoming a pancake on the sidewalk, Phantom had offered to do them for him. It saved time, though Danny got the odd feeling there was another reason behind it.

Instead of his usual black and white jumpsuit, the ghost superhero was dressed in some old clothes that he'd found in the attic. He was wearing a white dress shirt with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows and half the buttons undone, revealing the toned expanse of his tanned chest. A pair of loose blue jeans hung low on his hips, the waistband clinging to his skin. The fabric of both articles stuck to his skin after he'd accidentally sprayed himself with the garden hose a few times, the white shirt wet enough to be almost translucent and revealing the contours of his muscles. Phantom's pearl-colored hair was dripping as well and how the heck the ghost had managed to get soap suds in it, Danny didn't know. It was in no way hot or humid outside, which puzzled Danny even further about why he was wearing those clothes in the first place.

Lime green eyes formed into a smirk once Phantom noticed that Danny was watching him. He pressed the sponge harder against the window, making it squeak as it slid against the glass. The suds ran down the pane in a thick trail of white, gravity pulling them down to pool on the sidewalk below. Danny tried to ignore him, turning back to give his attention to the task at hand. Which wasn't easy because he was standing right next to a mirror and could see Phantom's reflection from all the way across the room. The ghost was only floating just a few inches from the glass and he gave his sponge a squeeze, sending soapy water to splatter all over his jeans.

The human let out a sigh. Phantom was being… annoying on purpose. Though what he planned to accomplish he had no idea. And so he crossed the room and when Phantom noticed, he went to work on one particular spot. He only stopped when Danny lifted the window to open it and shot him a pointed look.

"Mind explaining what you're doing?"

"Washing the windows, of course." Phantom frowned. "Wasn't that our agreement?"

"You're not being discreet about it. The point of window washing is to not draw attention to yourself."

"I have no idea what you're talking about." He had answered that a little too innocently, which raised a red flag for Danny. He opened his mouth to give further accusations, but at the same time the front door below them opened and out stepped Jack Fenton.

Jack didn't notice them immediately. He was carrying a box of old recyclable machine parts to the curb, most likely from the lab. It was only on his way back to the door that he noticed Phantom floating right by his son's second story window.

"Ghost!" he shouted, whipping out a mini Fenton Foamer from out of nowhere and taking aim at Phantom. A trail of ectoplasmic goo shot out at him and Phantom turned intangible at the last second, causing Danny to get sprayed through the open window. "Sorry 'bout that, son!" Jack called up to him. "I swear I saw the ghost kid just floating there!" Conveniently, said ghost kid had disappeared.

Danny removed the goo from his eyes so he could glare down at his father. "Yeah, I'm sure you scared him off..."

"Haha! I'm sure I did!" Jack beamed proudly. "No ghost ever dares to come near Jack Fenton and his family!"

With an irritated sigh, Danny closed the window, now turning to direct his glare at the laughing empty space of air right next to him. "Oh, shut up. This is all your fault."

Phantom materialized next to him, his lips split into a wide grin. "I can't help that I found the look on your face adorable."

"Yeah, well. I'm going to go take a shower." Danny turned to leave the room, but Phantom's hand on his shoulder stopped him. Next thing he knew, a cold tongue slid up his cheek, licking off a line of the goo and revealing red flustered flesh underneath. The ectoplasmic goo used in the Fenton Foamer wasn't real ectoplasm, but a man-made imitation. One that happened to imitate soft candy for Phantom.

"Mmm, delicious."

"Dude, you need to get your taste buds fixed." But Danny didn't pull away as Phantom leaned in for another lick. Luckily the goo wasn't lethal like his parents had intended. It was just the opposite, which meant it was perfectly safe for the ghost. It was just annoying to get hit with, since it was, well, goo.

"Not my fault you taste good. Besides, to shower now would just be a waste."

Danny shivered when Phantom's cold (and still wet) body pressed closer into him for better access. "A-aren't you supposed to be outside cleaning the windows?"

Phantom smiled against Danny's neck, deciding to take his sweet time with this. "You implied that I was doing lousy. Besides, I've worked hard all morning. I think it's about time I took a lunch break."