Don't go to the basement (Dannyphantom.exe smut and fluff)

Chapter 1

Your pov
Standing outside the door of my new house, that oddly enough someone already lived in, I knock on the door and take a step back. I'd just moved here to Minnesota from Ohio, and I was moving in with some guy one of my friends knows, his names Danny, and apparently he's famous or something?
I was kinda nervous that he'd be some creepy guy in his 30s but to my surprise he wasn't. The door swings open, the 5'8 ish, platinum blond boy with beautiful deep brown eyes, and a very fit build stood looking at me with confidence.
"Hey, I-I'm your new h-house mate, I hope you don't mind I, showed up a day earlier than expected," I stuttered, I'm not the most talkative person. It's one of my biggest flaws.
  His confident smug look quickly grew to an adorable cheeky smile, "Oh! No I don't mind, I'm, Danny. It's nice to formally meet you," he healed a hand out to me.
"I'm y/n, nice to meet you too," I responded, shaking his hand. He gripped my hand tightly for a moment before letting go and letting me inside.
After chatting a bit he helped me take my stuff to my room, then we went back to the living to chat some more. So far we'd gotten along pretty well, and my thoughts of him possibly being a creep and in his 30s quickly faded
"So, Uhh," he stammered nervously, "we do need to go over boundaries really quickly, and then I'll show you around," he said seriously
"Oh, ok, yeah," I responded looking up at him
  He looks at a white door near the corner, "I umm, do request you don't go down in the basement, please. I have some things down there of mine that I don't need anyone seeing," he said quickly.
I rase a brow at him, "ok, well I suggest you don't barge into my room." I cross my arms
"And why's that," he says sarcastically, making me giggle
"Cause I do onlyfans," I responded genuinely, being as serious as humanly possible
His face goes a deep shade of red, "OH," he said loudly
    "I'm joking!" I laughed at his reaction for a moment, "but seriously, please knock, my room is my space and where I'm most comfortable so barging in will ruin my safe space," I add
     "ok," he scratched the back of his head nervously, "well, umm... now that that's settled let's, show you around I guess," he let out the most adorable nervous giggle.
He shows me around, never stepping foot near what I assumed to be the basement door. That was the last thing he brought up, "And uh, that's the basement... so uh, yeah," he said, a small grin left on his face.
Talk of sh and joking abt it and signs of abuse
I give him a soft nod, looking down at the tattoos around his wrists. "I like your tattoos," I commented, grabbing his wrists to look closer.
I noticed scars that hid in the ink instantly, he pulls his hand away softly, I let out a giggle, "oh you play too?" I asked
He gave me a confused look, "play what?" He asked curiously
"Fruit ninja! I play it to sometimes," I say with a smile, showing him my scared wrists, some of the more fresh cuts still not fully healed over
  "Holy shit, are you okay?" He asked me quickly
I nod, "yep I'm fine!" I say, not even fazed by the sensitivity topic
"I use to," he said softly, "but why do you still, play it?" He asked me, using my analogy
I shrug a little, "I use to be depressed, extremely messed up in the head. Now it's just an addiction, but still messed up in the head," I say calmly
He shakes his head, "no more fruit ninja, not in this house," he said in a demanding voice
I was a bit taken back by this sudden aggression, coming from what I knew as a soft, bubbly guy. "Oh- ok. I'll try my best," I say in a sort of scared tone.
"Oh, shit sorry, I didn't mean to scare you," he attempted to put his hand on my shoulder quickly, but naturally I dodge it as if I was gonna be hit, covering my head with my hands, a small whimper admitted from my chest as well. thanks dad.
He takes his hand away slowly, "I'm not gonna hurt you, look," he genuinely pushes my hands down from covering my head, feeling them tremble under his grasp. "Can I hug you?" He asked, a now worried look in his eyes.
I shake my head, "no sorry, I'd rather not. if that's okay," I respond slowly, still trying to forget the few memories I had left of my childhood
"Yeah that's fine, that's why I asked," he says quietly
  "Ok well, I'm gonna go unpack so, see you in a bit," I stammered over my words and went straight to my room to unpack.

Why now? I'm not going to have an episode now am I? Nope. I'm not doing this shit today

I shut the door behind me, taking a moment to just breathe before going and sitting down on my bed for a moment.
It's not that I was scared of Danny, not at all! He's so sweet and kind, caring... cute.
It's the quick movement. After a childhood of abuse and a lot of other fucked up shit I had to see as a young child I had all the right to of flinched. It's just my nature. And the whole joking about self harm was my own special way of coping with all the stress and trauma from my life, I mean I can't remember a day of my childhood that was good, it's all bad memories.
I sigh and start to unpack my things, hanging up clothes, folding some away into their respective drawers. I put up decorations, put things where I felt they belonged, and for my stuffed animals, in the closet they went. I'm not 5 anymore anyways.