A/N: Hey guys! I'm back, by popular demand. Originally I had not intended to continue this, but I got a really positive response! So, I plan on making this one-shot in to a multi-chapter. Essentially, it's going to be about their college adventures together and each chapter will based on one-word prompts. Each chapter will correspond; however there probably will be no long-term in depth plot and each chapter could easily be read as a stand-alone. This series is mostly just fluff and crack. Anyway, I have no idea how many prompts I'll do or where this is progressing to, but here you go!
Prompt: Beauty
It has been two weeks since Dash met Danny Fenton on campus. It has been two weeks since that dreadfully embarrassing confession and kiss. It has been two weeks since they began rooming together, as if fate had a bad sense of humor. It has been to weeks, and yet, nothing really came out of any of it. Dash wasn't sure if this was a good thing, or a bad thing. Probably a good thing considering any other guy he knew would have rejected him and probably requested a room transfer. After a few jokes were passed back and forth about the supposed 'highschool crush', the conversation was dropped – and not revisited. They both had unpacked their things and began going about their lives. Dash considered bringing it up, but then thought better of it. He was a child at times, and was not sure he could handle that sort of rejection. Maybe this was Fenton's way of insinuating he wasn't interested? He actually hoped that maybe, just maybe, he could make himself move on. They say sometimes confessing your feelings could help you move on from them, especially when the other did not share them. Unfortunately that did not seem to be the case for Dash; actually it was quite the opposite. Dash found himself noticing small things about Fenton, intrigued by basically anything he did. He started paying attention to the things he kept close, how long he spent on his hair, what hours he went to bed at night, how he tapped his pencil when he was stuck on a problem, or how he would disappear randomly during odd hours. He tried to ignore Fenton's presence; there was no need to feel this… attached. They had only been reunited for two weeks, so why…
"Dash?" Danny stepped in to the room, tossing a towel to the side, and letting the door close quickly behind him.
"Yeah?" Dash looked up to find Danny in sweatpants, a tshirt two sizes too big, and his hair messy and damp from the shower. Dash could not help but to think how attractive he seemed in that moment. He wasn't sure if it because he truly was, or if he really needed to back off the romance movies.
"I'm going to go do laundry, do you need anything washed?" Danny questioned as he started throwing some of his things in to a basket.
"Uh, I can do it myself you know." Dash stated.
Danny rolled his eyes. "Yeah, but why do two loads when we can do one? And I'm already heading down there so…"
"Oh. " Dash breathed, a little embarrassed. "Okay, in that case I do. Give me one moment." Dash turned and grabbed a handful of clothes and threw them in to a basket of his own. He turned to hand it over just in time to catch Danny pulling his shirt over his head and tossing it in to his own laundry.
Dash gawked for a moment. Had Fenton always been so toned? No. There was no way; this had to be an after-highschool occurrence. Danny turned slightly and Dash caught sight a few pretty nasty looking scars, but before he could get a good look, Danny quickly pulled a tank top over his head. For a moment Dash considered asking Danny about the scars, but that was probably rude.
Danny turned and grabbed Dash's basket, put it beside his, and walked over to where they had stored some detergent.
"Didn't take you for the house-work type, Fenton." Dash joked.
Danny clicked his tongue. "When you're confronted by smelly jocks all through highschool you begin to become very aware of personal hygiene." A little blunt, yeah, but Danny was enjoying the sweet taste of reality he was dishing out to Dash.
"Okay, wow." Dash responded, annoyed. "Not all of us have the wife-instinct."
"I wasn't aware cleanliness was a… wife thing. In that case, I guess I'm the wife." He shrugged as he picked the baskets up.
"I d-didn't mean it like t-that!" Dash sputtered.
"Uh-huh. Sure, sure. Whatever you say, dear." Danny mocked as he made his way towards the door.
Dash didn't give him time to leave before he was yanking his basket out of Danny's hands.
Danny let out a gasp as he glared at Dash who was now also walking out the door.
"What in the world are you doing?" Danny chased after him.
"Doing laundry." Dash responded.
Danny scoffed. "I'm sorry, do you need to prove some sort of point now? Have I hurt your ego?"
Dash turned to glare at him. "I'm perfectly capable of handling myself, Fenton."
Danny sighed. "Fine." He responded as they both headed to the laundry room. Danny placed his basket beside a washer and beckoned Dash over. "However, we're still doing one load, since there is no point in us both spending $2.50, if it can just be done together."
"Fine, but how will we know who's who's afterwards?" Dash questioned.
"Well first off, you're like twice my size. Secondly-" Danny reached in to his basket and pulled out a black t-shirt with a golden triforce printed boldly on the front. "-Does this look like something you'd wear?"
Dash rubbed the back of his neck. "Uh… no."
"I didn't think so. I think we'll be fine." Danny stated while tossing his things in to the machine and gesturing Dash to do the same.
Dash followed suit.
"Now…" Danny handed Dash the money and detergent. "Do the laundry." He said while leaning against the washer next to them.
Dash looked at the detergent and money, at the washer, at Danny, then back at the items in his hand. "Uh."
"What? Don't know what you're doing?" Danny teased.
Dash growled. "No, I got it." How hard could it be, really? He looked at the buttons on the washer. He selected large load and… shit should it run on hot, cold or something else? He hesitated, not wanting to ask Fenton.
"Warm and fast." Danny coughed out under his breath.
Dash glared at him.
"I mean unless there is anything you are concerned about getting ruined, then cold and gentle would be best, but I was seeing a lot of basic and well-worn clothes in there."
Dash pressed the fast and then the warm option like Fenton originally mentioned.
Danny gestured for him to continue. "The detergent."
Dash scanned the machine. "Uh, this?" He tapped a tray on the machine.
Danny nodded.
Dash opened it up and held up the detergent. How much should he use?
"Hey Danny!" Someone called out from the other side.
Danny turned and smiled at the newcomer. "Hey!" He said while making his way over. "Dash, just fill the tray, insert the money, and hit start." Danny instructed as he went to greet his other friend.
Dash stared back at the tray still not know how much. Not wanting to ask Fenton he decided to just wing it and closed the tray, inserted the money, and hit start.
After exchanging a few words with the boy he had become acquainted with recently, Danny made his way back over. "All set?" He questioned.
"Yeah." Dash informed as he gestured to the machine.
"Good. It's going to take a while and it's best not to leave it unattended. I have a paper to write, so I can stick around here. If you'd like you can head back to the room." Danny said, while walked over to a chair.
Knowing they probably would not be conversing, Dash decided to go do some of his work in the room, instead of hanging with Danny in the laundry room. It appeared he had someone there to keep him company anyway – whoever that was. Dash had never seen him before.
Dash made his way back and worked for a while on his English assignment. It was boring and he thought of everything else he could be doing besides that. He sighed and rolled over on the bed, pushing his work aside. It had been about a half an hour; maybe he could go see what Fenton was doing? He moved to get off of his bed when his cell phone began ringing. Dash looked at the caller ID which read "Danny Fenton."
Weird coincidence. Why was Fenton calling him?
He picked it up and answered, "What is it?"
"Can you come to the laundry room real quick?" Danny questioned on the other end.
"Yeah sure, one moment." Dash agreed before hanging up.
Well, that was weird. He shrugged it off and headed down to the laundry room. He entered the room and casually made his way over to where Danny was standing beside the machine.
"Fenton?" Dash questioned as he came closer.
Danny whipped around and before Dash could even consider what he was doing, something wet made contact with his face.
"What the Hell?" Dash yelled, wiping whatever it was from his face. It was in vain though, because Danny continued to throw more at him.
"What the shit Fenton, knock it off!" He scolded as he looked down at what was now covering him. Bubbles? Soap bubbles?
"There are like a million fucking bubbles, Dash! How much soap did you put in it?" Danny yelled.
Dash angrily walked over, reached in the machine, pulled out some of the soap bubbles, and proceeded to launch it at Danny as well.
Danny stumbled back, surprised by the sudden reaction.
"It's not my fault!" Dash yelled as he continued to throw bubbles back at Danny. "You said fill the tray, so I did!"
Danny continued, as well, to throw soapy water and giant bubbles at Dash. "Dude, it's called directions! You're supposed to read the directions! Did you not check the amount?" Danny questioned, exasperated.
Dash reached over and grabbed the detergent and walked over to Danny. "How much soap do you think it would take to clean up your attitude, Fenton?" He questioned as dumped about a cap full of detergent on Danny's head.
Danny let out a horrified gasp as the soap soaked his recently cleaned hair. Things felt strangely like highschool again.
Before Dash could make any sort of move, Danny lunged at him and grabbed at the detergent bottle. "Give it to me, Dash!"
"No!" Dash shoved Danny aside, however, with a little more force than he originally intended. Danny stumbled back before losing balance and falling straight back in to one of the laundry baskets.
Dash, for a moment, felt really bad and opened his mouth to apologize. However, looking down at a soap soaked, bubble covered, dazed Danny Fenton sitting in a basket, was just too much.
Dash burst out laughing.
Danny's face lit up with a bright blush as he struggled to get back on his feet.
"Beautiful Fenton! Grace at it's finest!" Dash mocked.
"I swear to God Dash I-!" Danny began, but then stopped himself. Honestly, why was he so angry? He started it after all, and no one else was in the room other than Dash for him to be embarrassed about. Honestly, the situation was funny, and there was a lot worse Dash could have said or done. He sighed as he stood up and couldn't help the smile that crossed his face.
"You're an idiot, you know that?" Danny stated with a smirk.
Dash stopped his laughter. "I can't believe you called me down here just to throw bubbles at me. What the heck was that about?"
Danny shrugged. "Seemed like the right thing to do at the time." He ran his hand through his hair and the sticky thick soap met his fingers. He scowled. "Great, now I have to re-shower."
"Should we, uh, re-do it?" Dash questioned while gesturing to the machine.
Danny nodded. "You're paying for it this time."
Dash walked over and began transferring the clothes in to another washer so they could be rewashed properly. "So I guess I should ask how much detergent to use this time, huh?"
"Ya think?" Danny responded as he sat on one of the other washers, eyeing Dash intently.
Dash shook some bubbles out of his hair before picking up the detergent. "So, like how did you learn how to do this sort of thing?" He questioned as he attempted to read the directions on the back.
"I guess I just have the wife-instinct." Danny responded sarcastically.
"No seriously, there's no way." Dash said while filling the tray, this time with a reasonable amount. "Like, I wouldn't have even known what buttons to push unless you'd been here."
"Isn't this your second semester though? What did you do the whole first semester?" Danny questioned, honestly confused by Dash's lack of knowledge of how to work a washing machine.
Dash looked away, a bit embarrassed. "Er, I sometimes go home on the weekends so I normally just take my clothes that need washed home with me."
"Oh… well that makes sense." Danny admitted. He honestly hadn't considered that. At least, that way, it'd be free. "To be honest, I called Jazz." Danny admitted. "She walked me through it, since she's been in college a lot longer than I. I figured she probably had some idea of what to do."
"Cheater." Dash accused as he started the machine.
Danny shrugged and smiled. "I wouldn't call it that."
"You should probably go wash that out of your hair." Dash pointed at the soap, seeing how it seemed to make Danny's hair clump.
Danny scowled. "Yeah you're right. I'll see you later." He said, while heading off, leaving Dash alone to tend to the laundry.
About an hour later they both joined back together in the dorm where they dumped the clothes in the middle of the room so they could sort through them.
"Jesus Christ you're small." Dash stated while holding up a pair of Danny's shorts.
"Gee, I had no idea." Danny replied before leaning in and whipping them out of Dash's hands.
As Danny pulled away, Dash caught a whiff of the very strong lilac scent that emitted from Danny. "Damn dude, you smell like a walking flower."
"I wonder who's fault that is!" Danny accused defensively. "I'm probably going to smell like a garden for the next week!"
Dash laughed. Beautiful. Danny was truly beautiful. "I guess you really are the wife."
Danny whipped a shirt at Dash's face. "Ass-hat" He said with a laugh.
