Description: Tucker Foley-centric story. After college, Tucker, Sam and Danny are 22. Tucker is being blackmailed, and Danny and Sam worry. While they try to help Tucker, ghosts meddle and things are suddenly so much different than they used to be.
Pairings include Danny/Dash, Paulina/Sam, Kwan/Sam, Paulina/Ember, Tucker, Tucker/Skulker and maybe more.
Warnings: Implied non-con sex, implied sex, boy/boy and girl/girl action.
Disclaimer: Don't own anything. Nope.
AN: I need to try this. x3 Actual first DP story, and of course I had to use my favorite Amity Slash RP couple with it. I'll try to keep on writing this, because I have the bad habit of cutting off on stories. Anyhoo, enjoy.
Tucker Foley used to know very well who he was. Just a month ago, he was IT Engineer, had a job at a decent company who paid him well, was well in touch with Danny and Sam, still his best friends, and had a small apartment in Amity Park that he could call his own. His family had been proud of him, and his new status was bound to get a few girls interested in him, especially now that he dropped the pick-up lines. He was supposed to be an all-round new prime-of-his-life Tucker, ready to face the world.
That had all changed a month ago. He had gotten a letter, which shocked him seeing everyone preferred to send him emails. The letter had turned his world around. And the worst part was that he couldn't even ask his friends for help. He became absent from his work, who are now demanding he'd come more regularly or he'd get fired. Already had he gotten a reprimand from his boss. He had broken contact with his family and was already doing so with his friends. He was in a spiral of destruction and he knew it.
Blackmail. How could this have happened? He had only been curious in things. Surfed across things he'd rather not talk about. Things he knew that simply looking at them was just plain disgusting. Things that getting involved into was just plain wrong. Things that he stupidly had saved to look back later in his files. Things that got hacked and then used against him. Things he threw away too late. He was too late. He had been wrong, he knew that. But he had stopped. But that didn't stop his blackmailer.
He bit his lip. He knew that if this got out he'd be ruined. He'd be labeled a criminal. And maybe he was overreacting if the adrenaline didn't rush through him every now and then and kept making him a nervous wreck. And if only his "friend" had asked him for cash. He could have supplied him money, he could have handled that. But he wanted something else.
Tucker jumped at the sound of his doorbell, the television rattling on but not really saying anything. It was his only supply of light as the boy walked through the gloom to open the door. He wasn't surprised to see who it was, and he let the other one in. Carrying a grin and a glare to kill, the newcomer dragged Tucker's arm and forced him on the sofa.