#Danny out here to fix relationships and and kick ass

[dcxdpdabbles]

DCxDP: Professional Protector of Love

Danny Fenton moves to Gotham to start a second branch of Fenton Works. At least on paper, in reality, he is there to try and fulfill his obsession now that Amity Park has become too peaceful once he was officially crowned king.

His parents had been overjoyed he wanted to help the family business grow. They had been super supportive the day Danny revealed he was a halfa to them.

His dad even sat him down to apologize for all the hateful things he said about Danny through the years. His mom had been a little less vocal emotionally but she had also given him a deeply severe apology.

When they learned that Danny had been the one to save the town over and over again from invading ghosts, Jack jumped for joy that his son was a ghost hunter and a darn good one at that. They joined Team Phantom, keeping the world safe, and helped Danny hide his hero activities.

It really felt like Danny was part of the family business. It was a blast, even though they remained the town quacks for the first time Danny didn't mind. His parents knew he was a Halfa and they loved him anyway. That's all he needed.

When Clockwork came knocking when he was sixteen to explain that ghosts had chosen to follow the rules of conquest thus Danny was next in line for the throne, to be crowned at twenty, the Fenton's celebrated like Danny had been selected to the best Ivy schools. It meant a lot since realistically Danny didn't think he was getting anywhere with his grades.

His grades were terrible but Jazz helped him get his high school diploma by the skin of his teeth, and he was content with it. Once he graduated high school Danny felt adrift.

Amity Park hadn't been attacked in years due to him being announced as heir of the throne and no ghost would disrespect him by attacking his haunt. It was poor manners to attack the King. Ghost cared a lot about etiquette. Many of them existed because of etiquette.

The thing is Danny's ghost's existence depends on his obsession with Protection so when the ghost stops giving him something to protect Danny falls into his sub-obsession: love.

Sub-obsessions were like a secondary focus for ghosts. It was something that could grab their attention and even help them keep form but not as strongly as their main. It had its cons and pros like most things in life.

For one it wasn't as straightforward as the main obsessions. Protecting someone weaker in any situation was easier to physically do than trying to explain love and get it to appear in life. There are multiple versions of love, which makes things a little better, but Danny still has to depend on others for that to fuel him.

Danny likes to think of main and secondary obsessions in terms of running and jogging. Both got you to where you needed to go. One was just faster, and much more draining to do in the long run. The other took patience and tenacity but was rewarding over time.

The other notable characteristic of sub-obsessions was that they only appeared to ghosts who had an elemental core. Most had their common core- a core portraying to how a ghost came to be, either by death or being born in the Zone.

Danny was a rare few that had an ice core form around his common core. Most elemental ghosts were considered nobility in the zone and their rare appearance granted them special privileges.

One such privilege was attending high-class galas in the zone where he dined with the most important of beings. This was before he even knew he was going to be Ghost King.

It was at one of these Galas that he met Cupid- yes that Cupid- the ghost of love happily explained his Sub-Obession after his own core recognized a kinder spirit. Cupid said that if Danny could not be part of the love he could help others find the different ways love worked and that would help hold him over.

It was a challenge but Danny figured he could use the Greek words of love to help him satisfy his obsession.

He found that if he let his core guide him, the answer to any form of love issue would appear to him. Like his ghost breath activating, it was his sight of people who glow in different colors, telling him what type of love they were currently feeling.

Eros: romantic, passionate love colored red.

Philia: intimate, authentic friendship colored yellow

Storge: unconditional, familial love colored green

Philautia: compassionate self-love colored blue

 Agápe: empathetic, universal love colored white.

Danny wanted to keep his secret identity as Phantom under wraps openly told being he could see "auras" that explain what to do.

Some called him crazy like his parents, but that changed the day after Danny spotted the soft red mixed with a chipper yellow glow around Dash and Kwan. He had pulled both individually to the side to talk about it- Kwan had been less hostile than Dash on his meddling- and only after successfully making them confess and start dating did people notice.

He became known around Casper High as the go-to person whenever they needed advice in any relationship. He even helped Sam finally connect with her parents.

Danny had a gift for it- and whenever he made them feel more love of any kind the more powerful did he feel. It was the same rush as rescuing someone but darn if it didn't have a kick to it. And everyone in Amity Park starts tripping over themselves to talk to him and hear his opinion on the issue.

Sam jokingly told him to start charging people. Tucker took the joke as gospel and created him an email and an online store. He had linked Danny's store to Fenton Works- since the business license was so open-ended- and Danny Fenton, Professional Protector of Love worked under Fenton Works before they finished their junior year.

Danny adored working as a protector of love, but his main obsession needed fulfillment so Jazz suggested a move. Take his love work to the most dangerous city in the county. Protect people by night as Phantom and by day give the downdraught citizens some help in bettering their relationships.

His parents helped him pick out a store with an apartment on the top floor, Tucker as both tech support and a clerk for his small store section of Love Charms, while Sam joined up as a receptionist.

His two best friends were going to be his roommates while they studied at Gothum U for their degrees. He would pay them but until he had a solid client base it wouldn't be a lot.

Both seemed fine with the arrangement since Danny was letting them live rent-free with their own rooms.

Jazz and his parents remained in Amity Park but they swore to visit whenever they could.

It took seven months of work but the store was ready- he styled it to look like ancient Greek Cupid-inspired decore. He also had to get all the legal work out of the way and get familiar with the city before he tried to depute as Phantom.

He figured that for now he could stick to protecting humans from ghosts, vengeful spirits, and the busload of curses that cluttered Gotham. Danny would leave human crime to the Bats while he settled. He would step in if he happened upon a situation but he wouldn't go out of his way to find it.

"Danny, do you need anything for the aura reading?" Sam asks typing away at her desk computer. She took her job seriously. Tucker was typing away on his personal laptop, likely working on some homework. "The first customer is already in the consultation room."

Danny adjusted his pure white suit with small colored lines. He had it specially made to have all the colors he saw in love as his uniform. He wanted to give off the Prince vibe of his ghost status.

"I'm good!" He calls back to her, walking down the soundproof room- to give his clients the privacy they deserve- and giving his best professional smile at the boy sitting on the plush couches inside. He designed the room to look like a Greek palace and he hopes the others appreciate.

"Hello, Mr. Wayne. I hear you need professional help with protecting the various types loves in your life?"

"Tsk." Damian Wayne, in all his twelve-year-old glory, raises his chin. "I am capable of protecting them just fine. I merely... need further information on how to show my fondness is all."

Damian glowed green- which meant he needed help connecting to his family or at the very least learning how to talk to them. Danny's smile widens. "You came to the right place for that. Let's start the ready yeah?"

#dcxdpdabbles #dc x dp crossover #Professional Protector of Love #happy valentine's day #Danny is a love guru #In a way #Took some liberties with Ghost cores #Damian found out about someone who can explain love and went Sign me up #None of the bats know Danny is here #Danny out here to fix relationships and and kick ass #Tucker and Sam just want to live rent free

[cherry-leclerc]

bye bye baby ☆ dr3

genre: angst

word count: 2.5k

inspired by this !

cherry here!... the req was to write about danny boy, but the concept of this was that i was feeling very dramatic, per usual, duh. wrote this today since i’ve had bye bye baby stuck on REPEAT. 2 posts in 1 day, YIKES. enjoy! :)

The ups and downs that take place in your relationship once Daniel is left without an F1 seat. 

“What do you mean you’re out?”

Furiously, Daniel unzips his fireproofs as he ties the sleeves around his waist. Rummaging through his duffel bag, he grows more and more impatient. Taking a cautious step forward, you hand him his water bottle. “Thanks,” he lowly mutters as he takes a long sip. He shakes his head as he looks blankly towards the white wall. “They want someone younger. More talented.”

“But you’re talented, Daniel! You’re better than anyone here!”

Letting out a weak smile, he angles himself lower to hug you before pulling away and brushing your hair behind your ear. “No, I don’t think I am anymore.”

That was 2 months ago when news came out that your boyfriend would no longer be driving for McLaren. It was a complete shock, considering everyone loved the bubbly Australian, but it honestly didn’t hurt anyone more than it did you. Often, he would remind you that he was the one left without a seat and that you should be glad you would both have some time to disconnect and be together. 

Shaking your head as you munch grumpily on a stack of pancakes, you say, “I love that you’re around - of course I do - but what they did to you was completely unfair. Who in their right mind expects good results for a shit car? That’s their fault, not yours.”

Walking around the kitchen island, he lets out a smile. “Relax, baby. I get it. You don’t want me around.” Narrowing your eyes, you fling a pair of gloves at his chest - from his recent addiction to dirtbiking. Don’t even, you warn. He lets out a sigh as he opens his mouth for you to pop in a bite. Digging your fork on a piece of pancake, you raise your arm up to feed him. He hums at the taste. “I was kidding, but seriously - it’s okay. I’ll get over it. You should, too.”

As much as he said he was doing fine, you knew something wasn’t right. He was hurt; felt betrayed and it did him no good to keep rejecting his feelings. But you didn’t bring up the topic anymore. You knew he didn’t like the reminder of what once was.

-

Dirt crunches underneath your boots as you walk up to him and Scotty. The Australians are hunched over, trying their best to fix their bikes as they share a bottle of cheap beer underneath the blazing sun. The 29 year old spots you first as he squints his blue eyes at you. You’re up early. You flip him off as you pretend to kick a pile of dirt at him. He comedically raises his arms as he wiggles his brows. “Chloe is looking for you. I think she’s gonna beat your ass.” 

He quickly stands up as he blows a deep breath directly to your boyfriend's face. You cringe. They share a quick look before Daniel shoots a thumbs up. “You’re good.” Thanking him, Scotty rushes past you as he hands you his left over beer. Making your way over to the brunette, you take a seat next to him as you spill the remaining dark liquid.

“Isn’t it too early to be drinking?”

“Isn’t it too early to be looking so beautiful?”

You muster a glare. “Don’t change the subject, Daniel.” Avoiding eye contact, he just keeps his tired gaze entertained on an Acacia tree. Bringing the bottle up to his lips, he lets out a low whistle. It’s hot. A cold beer helps. “Right,” you mumble as you flicker your own eyes towards the green tree. You can still spot it - your initials and his engraved. He had done it one evening when he and Scotty had one, too many drinks. He had stumbled all the way to you just to drag you and show you. Because I love you. Even when I’m drunk, I love you like crazy.

“Trees getting old. Might be time to cut it down.”

You flinch at his words. “Can I have a sip?” He raises his brows as he hands you the bottle. You just had one, he tries to joke as he watches the way you chug it down. Drying your lips, you crane your neck to look up at the blue sky. “You never minded sharing before.” He can distinguish the way your voice sounds - as if you’re upset over something he might’ve said - but he knows he hasn’t done anything wrong. Standing up, you hand him back the glass bottle.

“Cut the tree. I don’t care.”

-

“And to my beautiful girlfriend - you’re everything to me and I love you. Without a doubt, the best birthday present I could ever ask for.” Raising his Coca-Cola can, the brown eyed boy sends you a wink with a bright smile plastered across his face. A face you’ve grown to recognize. The one you love.

Making his way over to you, he throws his arms over your shoulders as he rocks you side to side. You smile against his chest. “How does it feel to be 34? Do you have bad knees already?” He lets out a toothy grin as he slaps your ass. “It’s just a question!”

“My knees are fine. As long as I can still kneel down in front of you - that’s all that matters, no?”

You blush at his words as you jokingly push him away. This only makes him cling onto you harder. Squinting your eyes up at him, you trace heart shapes against his biceps. You sincerely feel the happiest you’ve felt in ages. This is the Daniel you knew like the back of your hand. “I was thinking maybe we can take a trip. Anywhere, really. To celebrate-”

“My birthday?” He beams. “This is why you’re the sweetest girlfriend in the entire world!” No problem, you shyly respond as you pinch his t-shirt in between your fingers. Kissing you one last time, he excuses himself to go welcome some late-comers. Chole zig zags her way over to you as she gives you a side hug.

“How’d it go?”

You sigh. “He forgot. He completely forgot. I don’t think I can entirely blame him - I mean it is his birthday.” The fact that you have to defend him makes the blonde furrow her dark brows. Shaking her head, she hands you a slice of chocolate cake.

“Never in a million years did your guys’ anniversary slip his mind. What a dick.”

But you’re not even listening. You’re too flabbergasted that he cut his cake without you being there with him. 

-

Whether it was a trip to Vermont for his birthday or your anniversary, it didn’t really matter because you loved every second. It’s almost like he needed this break. To do something different that didn’t feel like a forced routine. You went hiking, apple picking, to a million bars that only served barbeque ribs - and you never felt more at peace.

Handing you a bouquet of flowers, he kneels down in front of you. You roll your eyes as you take the colorful peonies from him - though inside you were shaking like a 17 year old getting her first glimpse of love. “What’s this for?” He shrugs as he takes a seat next to you.

“Just because.”

Those were your favorite types of flowers. Intertwining his fingers with yours, you both continue chatting about anything and everything that crossed your mind. As you both pass by a peach tree, he lets go of your hand as he brings up his camera with sudden determination. Stand right there, baby.

Trying to express your happiness as best as you can, you hug your gift close to your face as you smile so wide, your eyes nearly shut. 

“You’re mind blowing,” he murmurs as he snaps the picture. He takes a moment to admire you as you jog over to him. Show me! He clicks his tongue. “It’s digital. You’re gonna have to wait.” You pout as you pinch his cheek. Bringing your hand up to his mouth, he presses warm kisses.

“I have something to tell you.” Your heart stops; suddenly filled with nervousness as he smiles with giddiness. What is it? “I’m going to be driving again! I mean it completely sucks for Nyck, but I’m just so happy to get back into an F1 car.”

“Nyck? As in the Alpha Tauri driver?” 

He nods. “I got the call last month - a few days after my birthday. Best present ever.” Once again, his words cut you deep without him even noticing. Nevertheless, you force a tight smile.

“I’m so happy for you, Danny. You’re finally getting what you’ve wanted for so long.”

-

When you both get back to Australia, it surprises you a bit how normal things have stayed. He’s smiling more - if that was even possible - he’s laughing louder, too. Roaming the house, you rub your eyes from sleepiness. Scotty and Chloe share a laugh when they spot you. “And Sleeping Beauty has finally woken. I didn’t think that was possible.” Chloe smacks his chest as she sends you a wink.

“Humor me, why don’t you?” Your gaze flickers across the living room. “Where’s Danny?” 

“Outside.” 

Sliding the door open, you step out as you try your best to adjust your eyesight to the bright sun. As soon as it does, your stomach drops. You run up to the brunette as you pull the ax from him.

“What the fuck are you doing?”

Startled, he jumps up as he takes his earphones out. “Holy shit. You scared me, don’t do that!” Tears fill your eyes as you analyze the chopped tree. You’re no expert, but even you can tell that there’s no going back. The only result that comes out of this would be for the tree to fall down. Rushing over to you, he checks you everywhere to make sure you weren’t hurt. You brush him off.

“Why would you do this?”

He cocks his head to the side, brown eyes filled with confusion. “I’m so lost, what did I do?” Anger bubbles up inside of you as you force yourself to not yell at him. “You’re okay, so why are you crying? Oh no. Did Scotty wake you up again? I told him not to do that anymore!”

“I’m done.” You wipe your tears as you let out a bitter laugh. “I am so done.”

“What do you mean you’re done?”

“I’m saying I give up! Fuck, I give up. That’s it. You win. I just - can’t.”

He tries to take a step closer but you only distance yourself twice as much. “You’re scaring me. What’s wrong?”

“I’ve tried so hard to understand you, I really did, but I’m just as tired as you are. I tried to ease your pain when McLaren let you go, but you kept pushing me away. I tried to be there for you on days you felt like nothing, but to me you were always everything. I tried to not let you see how much it hurt me when you forgot our 5 year anniversary. I tried to not act like it bothered me when you cut the cake I spent hours baking for you, without me. I tried to not act surprised when I found out you kept the news from me about you returning to F1 for one fucking month. But I can’t try and pretend that you cutting down this tree hasn’t broken my heart.”

“It’s just a stupid, old tree-”

“I don’t think you understand! It may be old and it sure as hell could be stupid, but it was ours.” You grab his hand harshly as you drag him to the other side of the tree. His eyes grow wide. I didn’t remember - I swear I forgot that was even there! You let out a wet laugh as you toss your hair over your shoulder. “You’re hurting me, Daniel. Can’t you see?”

“You’re the one who said I should cut it down. You can’t seriously just be blaming me.”

“And who came up with the idea first?” 

He lowers his gaze as he runs his left hand against his clenched jaw. “I’m sorry.” He connects his desperate eyes to your glossy ones. “But don’t say all those things, please. You’re right. I’ve been an awful boyfriend, but no one understands me better than you.” Placing his hands on either side of your face, he lets out soft pants. “You’re everything to me, how could you have possibly felt that way? I love you.”

“Love me like what?” He furrows his brows as he searches for an answer. You scrunch your nose as you push his hands down. “I thought you loved me like crazy.” His stomach churns. “Listen, I love you, Daniel. I love you so fucking much, but even I can see that I’m not you’re happiness anymore. Not the way I used to be, at least. You have other priorities; other plans-”

“No, you’re my priority. You always have been.”

“Except I haven’t. For a moment, you went radio silent. It was a one-sided relationship, but I loved you so much that I stayed. I pushed past it. Then - one random day - your shine came back. You were insanely happy and I thought-” You shut your eyes. You can feel your salty tears trickle down your face. “I thought it was because of me. Now I realize, it hasn’t been about me for a while now. It’s so obvious that the only reason you were cheerful once again was because you got what you wanted. You got a seat.”

“You’re wrong-”

“I’m not.” You let out a shaky breath as you bite down on your lip; a weak attempt to not out loud sobs. “I would have gladly taken part in your pain, but you never let me join you. You never let me get close enough to help you out.” Making your way up to him slowly, you tippy toe as you lean in for a kiss. What hurts the most is that all of a sudden - he’s kissing you the exact same way he did when he first told you that he loved you. He was giving it his all. Pulling away, you let out a low whimper as you feel your chin tremble. Your smile wobbles. “Can’t force something that’s not there anymore, can you?”

Taking him in one last time, you rub his forearm as you gently pat it before you walk away. Daniel feels paralyzed as he watches you go. He’s expecting you to turn around at least one last time and he’s expecting his body to let him run after you, but neither of those things happen.

Hesitantly, Chloe and Scotty make their way to their frozen friend. They had heard the fight, but decided it was best to not intervene. 

“She left.”

The couple share a concerned look as they take in the weak tree that was clearly about to fall at any moment. Chloe sighs as she walks away, making a beeline to find you. Though, she knows you better than anyone. You weren’t going to return. And she completely understood.

Scotty takes a step back as he shakes his head in disbelief. 

“She fucking loved that tree.”

#daniel ricciardo #daniel ricciardo angst #daniel ricciardo x reader #daniel ricciardo imagine #daniel ricciardo x you #daniel ricciardo smut #daniel ricciardo fanfic #daniel ricciardo fluff #daniel ricciardo one shot #f1 #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc #charles leclerc imagines #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc drabble #charles leclerc smut #carlos sainz #carlos sainz fanfic #carlos sainz imagines #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz icons #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz f1 #carlos sainz fluff #charles leclerc f1 #anon #charles leclerc fanfic #charles leclerc fluff #daniel ricciardo x female reader

[askthealternateakis]

What Your Favorite MMFC Ship Says About You (Inspired By Eldena Doubleca5t)

Got bored and decide to make this for fun (andtofurtherputoffansweringasks) as I haven’t seen a post like this for any Mega Man iteration fandom, hope you all enjoy!

(Also, just a heads up, this isn’t meant to be an attack on anyone who ships any of the ships mentioned here, this is just meant to be a light-hearted joke, and as long as you don’t ship anything inc*stous, p*dophilic, or anything that romanticizes ab*se, I’m a-okay with it! And if your ship isn’t mentioned here, it’s because I couldn’t think of anything cool or funny to say for it. You’re more than welcome to come up with something for it in the reblogs though! I’d love to see what you all come up with!)

Aki x Ashley: Your ideal relationship dynamic is dumbass x smartass. Alternatively, you really like Spider-Man and/or Danny Phantom.

Suna x Bert: Your ideal relationship dynamic is girlboss x malewife.

Aki x Bert: You saw one of those memes where two bros have really tender homoerotic moments and you were like “yeah, I could probably get a pretty sizable amount of fanwork out of this premise”.

Suna x Ashley: Your ideal relationship dynamic is just girls being friends. Gals being pals.

Aki x Chaotique: Your ideal relationship dynamic is rivals to lovers and you think Chaotique is the best character in the show and possibly even the entire Mega Man franchise.

Suna x Chaotique: You like the dynamic of Aki x Chaotique, but you like Suna even more.

Daini x Chaotique: You’re either really into tsunderes, or really into bickering married couples. Or both. Alternatively, you are a firm believer in the inherent eroticism of trolling.

Bert x Chaotique: When you were a kid, your mom told you some kid was being mean to you because they like you and you never let go of that.

Aki x Ice Man: You think Ice Man is a precious cinnamon roll that deserves the world and you feel like the two of them would actually be pretty close once Ice Man manages to get all his issues resolved.

Suna x Ice Man: This is just the same joke as Aki and Ashley, but even more so and with even less screen time.

Daini x Ice Man: Your ideal relationship dynamic is “Beauty and the Beast”, and whenever you see a really long fic tagged “hurt/comfort”, your eyes go wide because you know what you’re going to be doing until 3 am tonight.

Daini x Ashley: You ship Aki and Chaotique, but you also want good things for Daini. And really, who wouldn’t?

Dr. Light x Hypno Woman: You think Dr. Light can fix Hypno Woman and/or you shun “doing your mom” jokes in favor of “doing your dad” jokes. 

Fire Man x Wave Man: Your ideal relationship dynamic is a bickering married couple, and there’s a high chance that you’ve noticed that they seem to be the two nicest members of Night’s army and you’ve never let that go.

Blasto Woman x Mega Mini: You’re always a sucker for height differences and/or you want a partner that not only can kick your ass, but will do so upon request.

Wood Man x Principal 100100: I can’t say for certain if you’re attracted to dads, but you’re definitely attracted to father figures.

Ice Man x Cut Man: You believe every uptight grouch needs a sweet ray of sunshine to balance them out, and/or they’re both your favorite characters so you thought the only logical thing to do was to pair them together. There’s also a possibility that you’ve gotten into at least one heated internet argument over whether the two of them are minors or adults.

Sgt. Night x Dr. Light: You’re obsessed with lore and/or have a crippling addiction to the “friends to enemies to lovers” trope.

Air Man x Drill Man: You believe the two of them are extremely underrated and will forever be bitter about the lack of fanworks about them, you’re a theater kid with family issues that relates to at least one of them, and there’s a possibility that you’ve had a crush on at least one Tumblr Sexyman.

Elec Man x Cut Man: Your ideal relationship dynamic is a vaudeville comedy duo. Alternatively, you like the dynamic of Daini x Chaotique, but thought that they wouldn’t hate each other enough.

Dr. Light x Dr. Wily: You’re obsessed with lore, you think scientists are hot, and/or you will be making divorce jokes about them in every continuity they’re in until you draw your dying breath.

Chemistry Man x Ms. CHO: You’ve never seen an obsessive, heated rivalry that you didn’t think had at least a little bit of romantic tension. Alternatively, if you’re a fan of Man of Action’s other shows, you saw the chance to recreate whatever was going on with Dr. Psychobos and Azmuth in Omniverse and snatched it up as fast as you possibly could.

Dr. Light x Mrs. Light: You think shipping your OC with a canon character is a little too self-indulgent, but you REALLY want to ship your OC with a canon character.

#ooc #mega man fully charged #mmfc #megaman fully charged #fully charged #aki light #suna light #bert wily #ashley adderley #namagem #daini light #chaotique #dr. light #thomas light #dr. thomas light #sgt. night #breaker night #sgt. breaker night #dr. wily #albert wily #dr. albert wily #mega mini #megamini #fire man #fireman #wave man #waveman #hypno woman #hypnowoman #drill man

[lina-lovebug]

CALL MY NAME

Danny Rand x Y/N x Dick Grayson series

Part 2

__________

"So, you and Nightwing?"

It was awkward. Ava was mainly upset that her friend was fine the entire time she's been away and never told her. Sam felt weird, like maybe it was due to her training that she felt the need to dissappear but Y/N was like his family and just seeing her again with no explanation felt weird. Luke was in awe at how much she had changed - she was happier, she looked great, and it looked like she finally found a home. Peter just wanted to be happy for her, despite being the one who spent countless nights wondering if she had reverted back to her Widow past and that she finally snapped.

And Danny. . .

He didn't know what to feel. On one hand, he's greatful that she's safe and seems to be more well adjusted now, but on the other, she's too happy that she may never come back to them. He had so many questions. Did I make you that uncomfortable that you needed to leave? How long have you been with them?

How long have you been with Nightwing?

How long did it take to get over him?

"Yeah, you guys probably have questions," Y/N admitted it did feel weird to see them all again. They weren't 17 anymore, they're all adults.

"How long have you been here?" Sam asked.

"Three and a half years. I struggled for awhile, even resorted to stealing until-"

"I caught her," Nightwing jumped into the conversation, wrapping his arms around her.

"Yeah. He caught me stealing from a pawn shop and put up a pretty good fight. Managed to escape, but he was obsessed with me since no girl has ever kicked his ass before," Y/N grinned.

"I thought she'd make a great addition to the team. And yes, although I've been beaten before, no girl has ever left me with a split eyebrow and a broken nose," Nightwing joked, his head resting on her shoulder. She looked so comfortable, like she found her soulmate.

"But, I am sorry I never reached out. I was embarrassed, and thought that you guys were better off without me. When Batman told us that you'd be here until the helicarriers got fixed, I wanted to tell you everything that's happened," Y/N felt relief seeing them well. But Luke noticed the entire time she was talking to them, she avoided Danny. Nightwing picked up on this and even though he knew that Danny was her ex, and trusted Y/N, he couldn't ignore how Danny looked at her. His eyes subtly scraped her body in her bodysuit, trying to gain her attention by keeping his eyes trained on her like an eagle.

Looks like someone isn't over the other.

"Beast Boy and Robin will take you guys to your rooms. I've got a meeting I need to run off to. But it was nice seeing you guys!" Y/N said as she sped off towards the zeta tube, and her old team waved goodbye to her.

"Wow Danny, subtle much?" Ava crossed her arms.

"She's grown," Danny said, almost in amazement.

"We're all adults now. She's obviously happy here, so let's just go check out our rooms, okay?" Luke slung his arm around Danny's shoulder, and he just nodded before moving on.

As they all followed Beast Boy and Robin, Dick crossed his arms and sent the infamous Bat glare towards Danny as he left.

"Calm down, there's no competition," Batgirl patted his shoulder.

"You're friends with your exes, so what's the big deal?"

"You guys respect our relationship, besides Zatanna. You know what boundaries are, but something tells me that Iron Fist won't," Dick was the son of Batman, the best detective, so it was more than obvious that he saw just how much happier Y/N was with them.

He wanted to take Y/N now that she didn't look so broken.

"Look, even if that's true, Y/N is probably the most loyal woman I've ever met. She's in love with you, not Iron Fist," She reassured him before walking away, leaving Dick feeling better but still, he wasn't going to just drop it.

/ / / / /

"Danny? What are you doing up so late?"

Y/N had just gotten back with some new info and files on a trafficking case she's been working on with Dinah. It was almost one in the morning when she came back and found Danny waiting for her in the kitchen.

"I could not sleep. . .and I wanted to apologize," Danny sat up from his seat and approached her.

"Danny, we were young. I was irrational-"

"You were right. The world is not fair unless you make it so, and we had to learn that the hard way. I was young and didn't know what to do when you asked me that question," Danny always regretted letting her go. He knew her past, he knew her issues, but he felt like it was all just too much.

"If you could love all of me?" Y/N repeated.

"Love is fragile, but you must work on it in order to keep it alive. I only learned that after I saw you again," Y/N sighed.

"Danny, I'm with Nightwing-"

"I don't expect you to leave him, especially after I saw him with you today. He's a good man, and I see that he does feel genuine love for you. A first love is a hard thing to get over," First love, huh? Y/N didn't want to think that all that fighting and arguing was love. But she remembered the good times. The walks in the park at midnight when they couldn't sleep, the subtle touches across eachothers bodies after making love.

"Thank you, Danny, but I have to get home now. I only came by to drop these off. Goodnight."

She walked away from him feeling ashamed. Dick was amazing, he was so attentive and he understood the pain she was going through. They both felt so right together, mentally and physically.

Yet in that moment, she looked into those green eyes and remembered why he was her first.

#young justice imagine #young justice #dick grayson imagine #dick grayson x reader #iron fist imagine #danny rand x reader #ultimate spiderman imagine

[avaritia-apotheosis]

Phantom Children Ch. 8

What's this? An update! Massive thanks to my betas for helping me get through this chapter <3

In Which: A few answers are given to the family and Danny is rudely awoken

[Side note: If you wanna know the general ages of the batfam, its listed in the AO3 version. I also talk about katanas in the end notes ^-^]

AO3 | Prologue | 7 | [ 8 ] | 9 DAMIAN INFORMED TODD—and Drake when he arrived on his bike sometime later on—that the boy whose face is plastered across the monitor was neither a picture of himself nor of Father.

Drake took one glance at the monitor and sighed, pressing his fingers against the bridge of his nose. “Just when I thought this day was getting better.”

“What, did that café on 5th finally let customers supersize their drink?”

“God that would be the dream, wouldn’t it?” Drake sighed wistfully. “Nah, but I did get a lead on where some of that stolen Cadmus tech might’ve ended up. I was gonna spend the night following up on it, but I guess we have to deal with,” he gestured to the monitor, “whatever this is.”

Todd leaned against the edge of the computer, arms crossed over the red bat insignia on his chest. “What are we dealing with this time, brat? A clone? An alternate universe counterpart? Magic shenanigans?”

Maybe. Perhaps. All of those were perfectly valid conclusions for the enigma that was Daniel James Fenton. (Why Fenton and not al Ghul? Or even Wayne?)

Damian, too, was a genetic experiment; a ‘test tube baby’ as Drake put it at times. Damian was born for greatness, created to be perfect. The perfect soldier. The perfect assassin. The perfect heir. Was this boy—Daniel—like him as well?

A failed one, then. Perhaps the precursor to Damian’s own existence. But that would not explain why the boy was allowed to exist for so long. His grandfather demanded perfection, especially from those of his own blood. If the boy was a failure, he would have been eliminated immediately, not sent to live with some eccentric scientists in the Midwest.

Damian was not naïve enough to think that his mother and grandfather did not keep secrets from him. On the contrary, he expected it. The League of Shadows dealt in secrets as often as it did in death. Certain information was worth its weight in gold, whether it was given or buried away.

But he could not help the sharp pang in his chest. A lightning strike, quick and electrifying at the notion that they kept secrets about their family from him.

His father’s face flashed in his mind. The shock turned into a slow, dawning horror. That flicker of light, of recognition, as he scrutinized the contents of the flash drive and cross-referenced it with a public database.

And grief.

Damian recognized the grief.

Alfred, too, nearly dropped his tray of fresh-baked cookies when he stepped in front of the monitor. His usual unflappable demeanor was momentarily broken at his father’s whispered “Sixteen years. Alfred— he’s sixteen years old.”

His father knew of the boy. He was allowed to know of Daniel when he was not allowed to know about Damian.

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Grayson returned to the cave with a distinct lack of energy in his step. His mask dangled off the tips of his fingers, chin angled downwards and covered largely by his hand. For a split second, their eyes met. Grayson shifted his gaze away, scratching the back of his neck. Father told him, then. Damian wondered how much Father revealed to his favorite son.

Damian clucked his tongue and buried himself deeper into the chair, arms crossed and pointedly looking away. If it was not for his accursed ankle, he’d have headed out to the training ring to take his frustrations out on the dummies.

“Oh, thank god you’re here, Dickface. Damian’s completely out of it.”

Damian shot him a look. “Shut up, Todd.”

“Leave him alone, Jay. Is Tim back yet?”

Drake emerged from the changing room in a dark green shirt, a fresh cup of coffee in hand. He took one long sip before exhaling. “Yeah, I’m here.”

“O-kay…” He pressed his hands together, mouth thinned into a grim line. “Uh, hey Tim, glad to see you back safe. Bruce is coming down soon to explain some things.” He let out a deep sigh, carding a hand through his hair. “This kind of thing would probably be better with the girls around, but I—god, I don’t know.”

Todd raised an eyebrow. “Don’t know whether to call Steph and Cass in Hong Kong, or don’t know what’s going on?”

“Yes.”

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When Father arrived, Pennyworth following dutifully behind him, it was with an aching slowness in his gait. His steps measured and precise, preternaturally quiet as he made his way to stand by Damian’s chair. Damian sat up straighter, shoulders squared and back an inch away from the backrest. The rest, even Todd, stood at attention; an ingrained habit among Robins and an amusing instinct even among the senior heroes of the Justice League when it came to facing the Batman.

His father kept a steady hand on Damian’s shoulder, and Damian, shamefully, leaned into the touch; his head inclined towards his father’s hand so much so that he could feel the ends of his hair being pushed up slightly as he brushed against his father’s forearm.

He spoke with his usual monotone, as if he was heading a Justice League meeting as opposed to unveiling the secrets surrounding that boy. He brought forward the few photos they obtained from the flash drive. “A few weeks ago, we were alerted of suspicious movement from the League of Shadows in Amity Park, Illinois. Their objectives are, as of now, unclear, though it appears to be tied to the death of Amity Park resident, Daniel Fenton.”

One photo was a standard ID picture people get for their driver’s license, the lighting deliberately horrible so that any attempt to look decent would always end in failure. Another photo was a little better; a candid scene of him chatting with two others his age, a Caucasian girl in gothic-style clothes and an African-American holding a sleek, but still very outdated PDA. His blue eyes crinkled at the corners, hand reaching up to his face to stifle a laugh. There were other photos like this, some candid, others posed. At the forefront of each, a boy that looked too much like his father, too much like Damian.

His father glanced at the photos. He shut his eyes and when he opened them again, he fixed them on some distant stalactite in the Cave. “Around six months ago, Daniel was pronounced dead in a vehicular accident. A body was present, but according to police reports, he was identified via his driver’s license as opposed to any kind of DNA profiling.” He leaned over Damian’s chair to pull up a profile of Masters. “Our source—Vladimir Masters, mayor of Amity and a friend of the Fenton family—indicated his belief that Daniel is actually alive. I am inclined to agree.”

“He’s your son, isn’t he,” Drake said, more of a statement than a question.

Father gave a curt nod. “I cannot say for certain until I can perform a DNA test, but I highly suspect that to be the case.”

“First the demon spawn, now this. Great.” Todd made a hand motion towards the screen. “You know, Bruce, not knowing you have a kid once might be a coincidence, but twice? How do you do that?”

“As of three hours ago, I was still under the impression that my son never made it to term.”

“What?”

“Over sixteen years ago I was involved in a mission that put Ra’s and I on the same side. During that time, Talia and I entered a relationship that resulted in a pregnancy. Though initially ecstatic, she eventually led me to believe she miscarried the child and pushed me away. For what ends, I do not know, but trust me Jason, if I knew—” He paused, the hand that was not on Damian’s shoulder curled into a tight fist.

Father pinched the bridge of his nose. “Why she hid it from me then doesn’t matter. Why Talia wants him back now is important. Judging from Daniel’s records, he was adopted into the Fenton family as an infant and has since lived a seemingly normal life as a civilian. His adoptive parents, Jack and Maddie Fenton, are brilliant scientists and engineers focused on the field of paranormal studies. Eccentricities aside, they have zero connections to the League of Assassins or any other concerning parties.”

“So why now?” Dick asked, shifting his concerned gaze from Bruce to the static picture of Danny’s tired smile. “Why, after all this time, decide that now would be the best time to recover him?”

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Danny’s experienced plenty of rude awakenings before, but waking up at the ass-crack of dawn to avoid his kidnapper-slash-assassin-slash-biological-mom launching a surprise attack takes the fucking cake. He can’t believe he’s saying this, but thank god for all those late night ghost attacks that conditioned him to be a light sleeper. And, of course, the League’s insistence that everyone be in optimal condition regardless of how little sleep you actually got.

Danny kicked Talia off of him, ripping his blanket away before scrambling to his feet. Seriously, if the universe decided to spontaneously give him powers again, he’d really like an upgrade to his ghost senses, please and thank you. Something that works on humans and not just ghosts. Like spidey-senses. He’d really, really like some spidey-senses.

“Your reaction times have improved considerably,” Talia said.

He eyed the katana sheathed beside his bedroll. “Thanks. Who could have guessed that constantly challenging someone to a spar in the unholy hours of morning would make them paranoid to sleep too much? Really, how am I supposed to grow taller at this rate? ” If he could just get it--

She smiled, taking a step forward. “Prepare yourself.”

“Heh.” Danny stepped further away from Talia, keeping his back to the mouth of the cave. One hand stretched in front of him and the other, coated in a green light, was kept hidden behind his back. “Am I actually gonna get some answers today?”

“Let us make it interesting. Last 10 minutes against me and I shall tell you more about your brother.” Talia twirled her blade. “If you happen to draw blood, you may ask any one thing of me.”

“Anything?”

“Within reason.”

His face caught between a grimace and a smile. He’d rather be sleeping right now, but if he had to be awake, then he’d better make the most of it. “Deal.”

Talia’s smile dropped. She veered her body to the right, barely dodging the streak of bright green that whizzed from behind her. The ectoplasmic energy that surrounded the katana bled away as the handle connected with Danny’s outstretched hand.

She quickly glanced back at Danny’s bedding. Beside it lay an empty sheath. “You have telekinesis?”

He shrugged. “It comes and goes.” Yeah, no way was Danny gonna admit that seven-out-of-ten-times he forgot that he had telekinesis. Besides, that shit was hard to do when he wasn’t Phantom.

“A surprise attack from behind is a sound strategy, Daniel. Though it’ll take a lot more than that to harm me.”

Danny pointed to the side of his cheek. “Are you sure about that?”

Talia frowned. She reached up to her face. Her fingers brushed against her cheek and came away with a thin streak of blood.

Danny grinned, pointing his blade at his opponent. “First blood goes to me.”

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Fact: most fights don’t last long. An average street fight could last anywhere between 25 to 40 seconds, and sword fights rarely last over a minute. Like Talia said, the goal of a fight was to end it with as few injuries to oneself as possible. Humans, even the most skilled ones, can rarely last long in a fight. Prolonged combat is suicide; it makes you tired, makes your muscles heavy. It’s nothing like what Hollywood would have you believe.

Even with Danny’s own enhanced stamina and Talia holding back, he couldn’t last a full ten-minute spar. If Talia didn’t finish him within twenty-five seconds, then he’d fall by his own human limitations.

But the goal wasn’t to spar continuously for ten minutes.

He only had to last that long.

Danny sprinted out of the cave. The sun barely peeked out of the horizon, a thin line of deep orange breaking apart the wide expanse of blue-black sky above. He couldn’t see shit; great news since that meant there’s a good chance Talia couldn’t either, but that doesn’t fix the fact that he can’t see.

Nearly stumbling on the ice, Danny veered to the left. The edges of the lake stopped at towering rocks twice Danny’s height, leaving little room for cover. Though if he remembered correctly, there should be a few crevices here and there to hide in.

“You’ll have to be faster than that, Daniel.”

Shit—

Danny stopped. He brought his sword up to parry Talia’s strike and twisted away, putting distance between them.

Well, so much for just avoiding her for 10 minutes.

He adjusted his grip, keeping his sword steady and eyes trained on Talia as they circled each other. Danny lunged with an overhead strike. Talia used one hand to block the downswing by gripping his wrists. She thrust her sword forward, the tip harshly poking Danny’s abdomen.

“Less than three minutes.” Talia let his wrist go, Danny’s arms slumping to his sides.

He sighed as he sheathed his sword. “Damn, I thought I’d last longer than that.”

“You made a good effort,” Talia assured him. “Putting as much distance between us at the beginning was a good strategy. You recognized the win conditions immediately and attempted a battle of attrition.” She placed a hand on his shoulder. “I am very proud of you habibi, especially as you managed to draw first blood.”

A warmth grew in Danny’s stomach at the words, heating his cheeks. Sheepishly, he scratched the back of his head. “I wasn’t entirely sure that would work, honestly.”

“It was clever; half a second later and you might have even killed me. You are an al Ghul through and through” She brushed his hair out of his face. “What would you like as your prize, then?”

Danny’s heart clenched. He frowned, dropping his arm to his side. If I was such an al Ghul, then why didn’t you keep me? The question lodged itself in his throat, stifling his thoughts. It was something he’d been wondering for a while, actually, in the moments of solitude he had at the compound. Talia, during their training, would always remark at his potential. How talented he was, how adaptable he was, how much greater he would have been if he had been trained at a younger age.

Well then, why wasn’t he? Why did she give him up?

But each time he tried to ask, his tongue would turn to lead and the moment would pass, the question still left unsaid and simmering at the back of his mind. A Pandora’s Box that held none of the world’s evil but all of Danny’s possible shortcomings.

He could ask the question now.

He could.

He didn’t.

“Why did you take me?”

Talia tilted her head. “It is because you’re my son.”

“No. Not that. It has to be something more than that. You had sixteen years to come back for me—or, hell, you could have just never left me.” His breath hitched, fingers mussing his hair and hiding his eyes. “Why else did you take me?”

“It is true that there was more than one reason why we decided to retrieve you from Amity Park. One of which is because you are my son and an heir of the Demon’s Head.” Talia stilled. The dark skies of dawn made it impossible for him to read her. “The second reason was to protect you.”

“You kidnapped me…to protect me?”

“Knowledge of the ghosts of Amity have spread through the more insidious parts of the world. There are many out there who would pay exorbitant fees to study one of you or to use you.”

Use him? What did she mean by—

Oh.

Ghosts—Amity Park’s brand of ghosts—were a new element that the world had to contend with. Amity Park might have a crime rate of zero but that wasn’t the case everywhere else. Theft, assault, murder; the world was rampant with crimes and criminals clawing their way to the very top. Having ghosts, even ones with the most basic powerset, would be a huge advantage.

“There’s no way that would work,” Danny insisted. “Most ghosts just want to be left alone, and the ones that want to wreak havoc would never work with humans. The only reason they even work with halfas like me at times is because they still consider us as ghosts.”

“If my sources are to be believed, ghosts might not even get a choice.”

Danny’s blood curdled in his veins.

No.

Someone’s found a way to control ghosts.

#danny phantom #batman #danny phantom x batman crossover #dp fic #phantom children.txt

[normal-thoughts-official]

The world keeps spinning (it really shouldn't)

Vance did it. He defeated Josephine, saved his grandpa and Elliot, and saved the town. Everything's fixed.

No. Everything is awful. He failed, and now his friend- now Tom is gone.

And he'd rather fight Josephine all over again, because it'd be easier than what he has to do now- tell Andy about it.

Fandom: It Lives (Visual Novels)

Relationships: Andy Kang/Tom Sato, Danni Asturias/Imogen Wescott, (dannimogen is background and very brief but i couldn't resist), Andy Kang & Ava Cunningham & Lucas Thomas & Lily Ortiz

Additional Tags: tom dies and everything is awful, Angst, Grief/Mourning, Friendship, for basic context im going with the version of ILITW that i got, which is that everyone survived and noah took jane's place, and then for ILB i did the version where tom dies obviously, (which is not the version i got), (everyone survived), (i feel the need to say this for my own ego), but anyway i was like what if tho. andy would be devastated, and then... this happened?, only difference from canon is that ILITW MC told everyone about noah a lot before, also like. imma be real with yall, im physically uncapable of giving my MCs serious names, so ILB MC was named That Bitch and i didnt want to give him a real name, cuz it felt like betrayal, so im just calling him vance for this one, is it his nickname? is he called vance vance? dont worry about it, Anyway that's it, Pining, you know. before the death part. it's mentioned, also we're ignoring the whole richard tries to murder MC thing, cuz i dont have time for that, so pretend ILB ended on chapter 17, Hopeful Ending, considering the theme i mean

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The city of Westchester looks exactly the same, but somehow feels a lot less wholesome, now. Vance walks in it and feels like a corpse among the living, like a ghost screaming to everyone that something's wrong. And being ignored.

It shouldn't look the same, without Tom.

But no one knows, yet.

He swallows, running a hand behind the nape of his neck. That's why he's here, anyway - they should know, they deserve to know, and he doesn't want to have the funeral without Tom's friends there.

Which is why he's going to tell Andy. Himself, in person. Because he might not know him very well, but he wants to do the right thing, and that's the least Andy deserves. He knows there's no one Tom loved like he did Andy, and from what he's seen of them together, the feeling was mutual.

He has to do this. But he feels sick, just thinking about that bond, and how it was ruined.

How could he let this happen to them?

He was so cocky, so stupid, so reckless... He thought everything would turn out okay. Assumed it would, even, because it kept getting him through it, to think that everything would turn out fine.

God. What a joke.

He walks into the little diner Andy had recommended. I'm sure you've heard of that place, Tom loves it, he had texted. We always went there to celebrate our wins back in high school. His stomach had churned, but he didn't say anything, because he wasn't going to tell Andy via text. He has to do this right. It's the least he owes him.

So he pretended that everything was fine, and agreed to meet him there. Woke up, and dragged himself to the place, trying to muster up the courage to face the world that seemed to not even care about his mistakes.

When he gets to the diner's door, he takes a deep breath, trying to ground himself for what he's about to do. Face his own mistakes. Face the pain he caused when he failed them both.

He walks in, and to his relief, and despair, Andy is already there. He smiles brightly when he sees Vance, and Vance wants to disappear.

"Vance! Nice to see you, dude. I heard about what went down in Pine Springs, glad you're okay," he says, not giving time for Vance to answer before continuing, this weird sense of calm and sympathy about him. "So, I assume you still need help with that ghost? From what I've seen in the news, it seemed like you handled it pretty well, but it's not like they are giving us supernatural updates or anything, so I figured there were still some loose ends to tie. Are the other guys coming? Where's Tom?" he looks over behind Vance, and Vance wants to die at the question. God, how is he going to tell him? He didn't really think about that, beyond the part where he has to. "I kind of thought you'd come together again. Bad move to come separated, Tom is always late to everything, I swear if it weren't for me he'd have been kicked out of the team for missing practice too many times. And I'm not the most punctual guy in the world, mind you, but I still had to drag his ass there so he'd be on time- is everything okay?"

Vance is a little shocked by the question. It's not, but what is he supposed to answer? "Andy," he says, a little careful, "things… went a little wrong, back there."

"Oh, shoot," he says, "I'm sorry, man, I kinda assumed, when I heard about how the flooding and the animal attacks were in full swing and then just stopped suddenly, that that was when you got rid of the ghost, you know? And seeing you all in one piece… I thought it was over already. Do you need help? I can round up the guys, and we can go-"

"No, Andy," Vance says, "the ghost is gone."

Andy looks at him, confused. "Then what's the problem?"

"Tom," he says, then winces when he sees all the color drain from Andy's face.

Andy waits for barely a second, then breaks into anxious questioning. "Tom? Why? What do you mean? Is he hurt? How bad is it? Did he have to go to the hospital? Where is he?"

Vance wants to cry. God. God. He can't do this. "Andy..."

Andy just looks at him, eyes wild, terrified, and it hasn't even hit him yet. "Vance. Vance. Please. What happened? Does Tom need me? Because if so, we need to go-"

"Tom's gone," he says, and it leaves him in a rush, a whisper, taking with it the last of his energy. He's empty, and somehow, it's still awful. "He's… he's dead, Andy."

Andy looks at him, eyes wide, unfocused, lost. "This isn't funny," he says. "If Tom put you up to this, knock it off right now. Tell him not to ever joke about-"

"Andy," Vance says, then swallows. "Tom wouldn't joke about that. You know that."

"No, he wouldn't, but..." His eyes begin to water, panic settling in, gaze darting across the room as if searching for him, "But… No. No. No, knock it off."

Vance starts crying before Andy does. "I'm sorry, Andy."

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Andy is in shock. He freezes in place, mouth hanging open, everything about him completely still except for his eyes, still so damn wide, still searching the place, searching Vance, begging for something, anything. Vance sits him back down on the table, gently, and Andy lets himself be handled back, eyes still not settling on him.

"I'm sorry," Vance says. "I… I promised you that I would take care of him. I tried, but… I'm so sorry."

"How?" he asks, "how could this happen? This isn't… After Redfield, when everyone survived, I just… I didn't think any of us could lose to another monster, I..." He shakes his head, vigorously, desperately. "This was supposed to be over. We were done, we were free, it was supposed to be over, we were all supposed to be safe, it shouldn't..."

"I'm sorry. It all happened so fast, I… If I had been faster, maybe..."

"Well, it's a bit late for that now," Andy snaps, and Vance bites his lip, not recoiling, because he deserves it. Then Andy stops, as if realizing what he had said, and for a second, his eyes seem clear again. He shakes his head. "No. I'm sorry. I… If there's anything I've learnt from everything that happened, it's that we can't point fingers when things get hard." He finally looks up at Vance, shaking, eerily still, nothing like the guy he was just seconds ago. He's wrecked, Vance thinks, and he wants to tear at himself in guilt. "What happened? Did he- did he drown, or… Did the ghost..."

"We were fighting monsters," Vance explains. "There were just… So many of them, and it all happened so fast, I..." he looks away, not daring to look back at the memory, not daring to remember the awful scene. As if he has to. Everytime he closes his eyes, it's back, punishing him. "We got his body," he explains. "Pine Springs is taking the victims to mass graves, but we wanted to give him a proper burial. I thought… You'd want to come."

Andy seems surprised, like that hadn't crossed his mind. "You haven't buried him yet?"

Vance bites his lip. "No. We're doing it tonight. We didn't have the time before, and… Well, I thought you'd want to be there. And I think he'd have wanted his body to be in Westchester, so..." He trails off.

Andy looks at him, hesitant. He bites his lip, looks away, then back at him. "Can I see the body?"

Vance does recoil, this time. He wasn't expecting this question. "I… You won't want to."

"What do you mean, I won't want to? I need to say goodbye to him, I-"

"Andy," he says, as gently as possible, because he deserves Andy's anger, all of it, but he won't let him do that to himself. "You won't want to remember him like that. His body…" He looks at Andy's eyes. He's still furious, livid, shaking, and he's lost, and Vance realizes that he doesn't get it, doesn't understand what Vance is saying, and this might be even worse than having to tell him Tom is dead. "It's torn to pieces, Andy. There's not much for you to see."

Andy freezes, for the second time that day. "Was he- oh, god," he looks at his own shaky hands, somehow even more in shock than before. "Was it… At least, was it quick?"

Vance starts crying again. He opens his mouth to answer. He can't. He chokes on the words, on his guilt, on his uselessness. "I'm so sorry, Andy."

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Andy throws up. Once, twice. He doesn't insist on looking at the body. Obviously, he can't. Just imagining it- it's too much.

He tries to comfort Vance, because he- he's trying to do better, with his anger, with his impulsiveness, but all he can think about is how much he wants to destroy something, and honestly, the whole conversation is a blur. He punches the wall instead, once he gets home. And throws up. Again and again. Sends his friends a message, letting them know about the funeral. Cries. Punches the wall again. And again, and again, hoping that his hands will start to bleed, that he'll tear himself apart. His mom asks what's got him so angry, and he yells, "Tom is dead!". Her face twists in shock, and he can't look at it. He runs away.

Being back outside is almost worse. Everything- it should be in shambles. The whole town, the whole world should be on fire, fizzling, filled with screams and despair, like Andy is. He's never lived in a world without Tom before, never been away from him his whole life, and it shouldn't look like it's just the same. Everything should be gone, destroyed. And it is, but it doesn't look that way, and Andy wants to tear it all apart until it makes sense, at least.

He hates Westchester now. He hates it. God damn the stupid woods, and the stupid cult, and the fucking Power! God damn Andy for telling Tom about it, for letting him become this sort of- monster hunter, for believing that just because they overcame a ghost once, it would keep happening if they pushed their luck.

This wasn't supposed to happen.

Tom can't be dead. It's impossible.

How can Andy still be standing, if Tom isn't here?

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He wanders like that the rest of the day, not noticing the hunger that builds up after going a whole day without eating, not noticing the passersby looking at him worriedly, not noticing the thousands of missed calls from his mom, not noticing anything but this awful despair. He knows the feeling of wanting to claw his chest off intimately well, but it's never been like that before. He wants to carve himself hollow. He wants to scream. He wants to run. And he runs from the all-encompassing nothingness, even though he has nowhere to go.

He goes from angry to empty, and then back to angry, all day long, and the day passes in a blur.

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Andy meets up with Vance and two girls from their crew. Their group was pretty small, he realizes. A lot smaller than Andy's was, all those years ago. Three years ago. Forever ago. Another lifetime. Just yesterday.

The cemetery is empty, but there's a grave with a black casket they're standing next to. "I thought all the cemetery crew was helping Pine Springs," he says, like he cares. Honestly, he hadn't thought about the logistics of this at all.

"They are," Vance confirms, serious. "You, uh… You know about Noah, right…?"

Andy nods. "Yeah, we, uh, reintroduced ourselves to him a little after you guys left." It was weird, to say the least. All that anger, all that betrayal, bubbling up again right when they had all started to move on from what had happened, to think that it was over… The urge to scream at him, demand answers… And then seeing all the hurt, and the confusion, and remembering that they had loved Noah, once, most of their lives, and that at the end of the day, the only one who had suffered from his actions was himself.

It wasn't easy to forgive. Not to Andy. Or Stacy. Or Ava. But they had been working on it. Maybe they couldn't forgive, much less forget, but at the same time, they couldn't get rid of that bond, either.

Still… "What does this have to do with… With Tom?" If Noah had anything to do with his death, Andy would kill him all over again. He doesn't care about his freaky powers, he'll die if he has to, but Noah will pay.

"He, uh, helped. Dig the grave and, uh, get a casket. That's how we got everything ready."

Oh. "I… I see," he says. "Is he here?"

"No. I told him you guys were coming, and he said it was better if he left."

"Oh," Andy answers. "I guess that's… Yeah. Still..." he raises his voice a little bit, in the direction of the woods. "Thank you, Noah."

He doesn't see or hear anything, not really, but still, somehow, he can tell that Noah is pleased. He can picture Noah's smile and that fragile little "friendsss..."

He sighs, suddenly exhausted.

Vance seems to notice, god bless his soul. "Are the others coming?", he asks, gently.

"Lily, Lucas, and Ava are," Andy replies. "The rest were out of town, and they… They won't make it."

"I'm sorry."

Andy kicks a pebble. "It's fine," he says. It's the kind of lie that's so absurd that it becomes true. Nothing is fine. It'll never be fine. So it doesn't matter at all, and it ends up being fine.

Vance seems to realize what's going through his head, somehow, because he looks unsure of what to say. Finally, he settles on, "uh, Andy. These are Danni, and Imogen," he says, gesturing to each of them, and Andy musters up enough energy to look at their faces while he does that, at least. Then, his eyes widen for a second, finally taking in what they look like.

"Wait, you're Imogen Wescott?" he says, a little dumbfounded. "When I heard that name, I kinda expected you to be, you know..."

"White and insufferable?" Imogen asks, a little smile directed at him, so gentle he can barely handle it. "Yeah. That's why I'd rather go by Genny, usually."

Danni frowns at her, slightly troubled. "You never told me that."

Imogen's smile turns a little brighter. "Oh, no, not for you, Danni. For you, I'd rather go by 'babe'".

Danni also smiles at her, and they squeeze each other's hands, and the edges of grief seem to turn just a little softer for them both. Andy can tell that things get just a little easier for them, just a little less grim, because they have each other. And he needs to look away, wants to run, because he and Tom… They could've… In a way, they were...

He feels like he's ready to run again. God, he fucked up so bad. What was he supposed to do now, how could he get better when the one thing in the world that always made him feel better was Tom? He lost him, he's gone, it's over, and somehow it hadn't hit quite the way it did at that moment, looking at that connection, that love that showed through grief. He averts his eyes, feeling wild and cornered, and turns back right in time to almost run into Lily - who looks devastated, and reaches out to touch his arm. Which feels crazy, because Andy is raw, and his whole body is bleeding, and rotting away, and who would touch him-

"I'm so sorry, Andy." She says, and Andy finds himself hugging her tight, and he feels like she should wither, die at his touch, suffocate, but she just hugs him back and pats him and Andy cries on her shoulder, and he's never cried in front of her before, much less like this. But he can't stop, he can't do anything, he's so heavy and dizzy and lost-

And Lily is stronger than they give her credit for, because she holds him, this endless weight that is him, even when he shakes and stains her sweater with tears, like it's nothing. She feels so solid, right then, the only solid thing in the world. She's got him, Andy knows, and it's like finally he ran into something he can take shelter in. He takes a deep breath, then another, and holds on for dear life.

"I'm sorry," is the first thing he says, maybe the only thing he knows how to say right now. Maybe this is how Jane felt, in the end - this endless spectre of regret, bigger than everything, than everyone, encompassing her and drowning her until it ate her whole and left her empty, with only the Power and its evil inside her.

He's so tired, but he's not empty, not yet.

He almost wants to be.

"Don't apologize," Lily says, so sad and sympathetic, and it takes Andy a moment to realize what she's even talking about. "I'm really sorry, I..."

It's only then that Andy's eyes focus enough to see Ava and Lucas standing a little after her, their faces twisted with sadness and bodies frozen in place. At times like this, it really is obvious that Lily is the bravest out of all of them, by far. Andy doesn't think he's ever cried in front of any of them, and Lucas and Ava look- completely lost.

Lucas is the first to talk, out of them both. His voice is very soft. "Andy, if there's anything you need..."

Ava interrupts, words leaving her way too fast. "We'll be staying with you tonight." She blinks for a second, frowning at Lucas. "Sorry, I, uh, hadn't realized you were talking." She looks like she just came out of a daze. She probably had been running that in her head for a while. Lucas puts his hand on her shoulder, and Ava runs a head on her neck, embarrassed.

"It's okay," Andy answers, even though her apology wasn't directed at him. "You don't have to, you know, watch over me or..." He trails off.

"We're not leaving you alone," Ava says, resolute. "You know the others couldn't come, but we all agreed that we should be… You know..."

Andy chokes on something he can't quite feel. He looks down at his feet, and he hasn't felt this small in years. "I… Okay."

Ava reaches out to him, hesitant, and gives him a little pat on the shoulder. Lucas starts rubbing his back soothingly, and, very awkwardly, they gravitate into a group hug. Andy can see the nervousness in Ava's eyes, the worry that she's doing this wrong somehow, like a hug is the most complex thing in the world, and he tries to muster up a little smile of encouragement to her, but he's forgotten how to do that. He doesn't know how to do anything, anymore.

Slowly, they separate, and all three of them still keep some sort of touch with Andy - even Ava, with her hand close to his shoulder - like they're trying to anchor him, but he drifts away anyway, lost in whatever it is that's left of himself.

Vance looks down at him for a moment, as if waiting for a signal, but Andy doesn't know for what, so he waits for Vance to figure it out. Finally, he says, "should we start?"

Andy frowns. "Wasn't there some other guy with you? Pork something?"

Vance, Imogen, and Danni all look at each other, uncertain, surprised, for a moment. It's Imogen who speaks up. "He… He left us."

Ava swallows. "Did he also..."

"No," she says, shaking her head, sadly. "He, uh, deserted the group."

"He what?" Someone asks, shocked, almost outraged, and when Andy sees the looks in everyone's faces, he realizes that it was him.

"He couldn't take it," Vance says, face twisted with sadness. "All the fighting, the monsters… He left."

Andy is shaking. Falling apart. About to explode. "When?"

Vance doesn't look at him. "Right before the final battle."

"He abandoned you when you were going up against the evil ghost?"

"He..." Vance begins, then finds that he has nothing else to say. "Yeah."

"How…" Andy begins, lost for words, and then it happens. He explodes. "How dare he!" He screams. "Tom was counting on him, he trusted him, he needed him, and he just left? He should have been there! He should have been there, he should," Andy looks at his own hands, in shock, watching them tremble and go out of focus, like there are tears blocking his vision, and he feels sick, on the verge of death, and he realizes that he's not talking about that guy at all. "He should have been there!" He slips from his own control, falling to his knees, covering his face, feeling shame, shame, shame, hatred, disgust. "He should… I should… Oh God, I just let him go alone..."

"Andy..." Someone says. Maybe Lucas. Maybe Lily. Maybe the Imogen girl. It sounds so sympathetic. He wants to claw at his own skin and hide.

"I should have been there, I shouldn't… I had experience, what was I thinking..."

"Tom didn't want you to go," someone else says, gently. "I was there when you talked, remember? You didn't abandon him. You said you were going to come, and he told you not to."

"Tom.. Tom is not my damn boss," Andy answers, still covering his face, feeling the tears stop spilling and start to drown him from the inside, and god damn T, the least Tom deserves is for him to be able to cry properly- "I-I should have… gone," he chokes, shaking.

The next one who speaks is Ava. "He wouldn't have wanted you to be at risk, Andy."

"I don't care. I don't care. I'm selfish like that, I'd rather it was me. I could have helped him, I could have saved him, even if I had to- to take his place..."

"Andy..." is all Ava says, sounding shaken, devastated.

"Fuck!" He screams, punching the ground beneath him as if trying to punish the earth for taking Tom. "He would have never left me like that, I could always count on Tom, I could always..." he feels his chest constrict, or maybe burst, with all the tears and horror inside of him, like he's cracking from the inside. "Always..." he can't form the words, can't find the air, and he falls in on himself, more, more, more, closing in, suffocating, "always..." he can't breathe. He can't breathe. He tries to draw it in, to keep himself steady, but every time he tries to bring it in, the air escapes from him again, further, abandoning him, and he wheezes, again, again, closing in further, suffocating, oh God, he's going to die…

"It's a panic attack!" Someone screams, then kneels beside him, putting their hands on his shoulders. "Andy. Andy. Focus on me. You need to breathe. Deep lungfuls. Come on. I'll count to four. Keep breathing in. 1… 2..."

"Can't," he wheezes. It's too strong, like there's something… Something constricting his chest, inside and outside, and then he realizes… "Binder." He sits down straighter, no longer closing in on himself, and that awful vulnerability gets even worse, but it's easier to breathe. He follows the person's counts… 1, 2, 3, 4… Then up to five, then to six, then to seven, then eight… Until finally he doesn't need help, and he opens his eyes and contemplates the absolute mess that he is, and Imogen's kind, relieved face just inches from him.

"Good, Andy, you did well… I have these sometimes, too, I know how scary they are, you were so brave..." Imogen keeps on saying, painfully understanding, and he nods, a bit exhausted to explain. He didn't take his binder off all day, didn't remember… And if he wears it for too long, he's more prone to hyperventilating, especially if he's stressed. Tom knew that. Tom would have known what was going on. Tom… Fuck.

"I'm sorry," he says, to everyone, and no one in particular.

"Don't apologize. We're all glad you're okay," Lily says, and he realizes that, somehow, she had also kneeled beside him and brought him into another hug. He hides his face on her shoulder, shaking his head, trying to breathe. Breathing. She pets his head, a little bit, and he can feel some more touch, too - little pats on his shoulder and back, all gentle, not crowding him, like he's some sort of wild animal they're trying to calm down.

God, what a mess.

He holds Lily tighter, wanting to hide from the world. She lets him, because it's the kind of person Lily is. He feels himself drift away, for a while, but Lily's still petting his head and he can't lose himself completely. He shakes his head, wanting to fight it, almost wanting to get away from Lily, but he can't escape the gentleness in her embrace. He still can't cry, but he feels his eyes water and burn anyway, and he shakes his head against Lily's shoulder. He just wants this to be over. Please, he's so exhausted.

His breaths even, despite himself, but Andy keeps shaking, and he keeps shaking his head slightly against Lily. He wants this to end, it has- has to be a nightmare…

"Shh, Andy, don't hold it in, it's okay," Lily says, slowly, sadly, and Andy shakes his head more vigorously. No. He can't be weak right now, it's only going to make it last longer. He needs to end it, can't be done with this until Tom has gotten his goodbyes.

It's the least Andy owes him, now that there's nothing else he can do.

So, he speaks up.

"We should go on," he says, suddenly feeling resolute. It's easier to do this if he has something to focus on. He needs to see this through the end, for Tom. If he thinks only about that...

"Are you sure?" Vance asks, hesitant.

Andy nods, forcing his vision to focus. "He needs to rest."

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Everyone's speeches go by in a blur. Vance talks about how good Tom's heart was, how he was willing to drop everything to go help a bunch of strangers, how everyone could always count on him. He cries, and he says he's sorry, and the girls put their arms around him, tell him that he did his best. Imogen brings up how kind he was, and Danni talks about his strength. They really loved him, Andy notices, and feels his heart settle just a little bit. He was loved till the end. Of course he was.

Lucas talks about how supportive Tom was, how he was always uplifting everyone around him and would let Lucas babble on about conservation for hours. Lily brings up how much he believed in her and supported her when she was making her videogames. Ava says that Tom was the only one who ever saw her looking up Westchester's history and cults and just… Sat down with her and helped, understanding that she needed this to feel safe, to feel ready, and sharing that burden of getting ready for a disgrace, just a little bit. Andy never knew that Tom had been joining Ava for research. He could've helped with that, too. He could have done a lot of things, if he had paid more attention.

He's left for last, and a part of him wants to be a coward, to stay silent, but that was never his style.

"When Tom had turned into a zombie," he begins, "Redfi- Jane made him hurt me. And I wasn't worried for myself. I was worried for him. I wanted him back, no matter what it took, no matter what happened to me," he begins, not looking at anyone in particular, because he knows most of them already know this story, but he's not going to- he's not going to deny Tom the chance to know how he felt about him, before he rests. It's the least Andy owes him.

So, he takes a deep breath and goes on, pushing himself into saying something that matters.

"Then our friends showed up, and they said that Tom was still there. That I had to reach out to him. So I tried. I talked to him about our childhood. About how much he had been supporting me… How he was my best friend. He was hesitant, but so… Scared. I didn't know what to do. Tom and I always got each other..." He loses himself a little, shaking his head, purging the thoughts that were keeping him from going on, "And then someone said, 'Andy's hurt. H-he needs help'." He loses focus for a second, and that can't happen. He takes a breath, tries to make himself talk. "And just like that… Tom came back.

"He extended his hand to me, and helped me to my feet, and suddenly there was color in his face again, and for a second he wasn't even confused as to what the hell was going on, he just wanted to make sure I was okay. He came back because I needed him. Because he couldn't bear to hurt me. He was always there for me, and I… I don't think I ever needed him more than right now."

He stops a minute, to look at the faces surrounding him. There's a grief in them that looks almost like… Pity.

And Andy isn't even mad about it. He feels pitiful.

"I'm not the best guy with words," he admits, "so I don't know how to express how much this meant to me, or how much Tom meant to me. No one understood me like him. Tom is… Was… No, is a part of me. Maybe the best part of me, because I loved him more than anything else about myself. I'll miss him for the rest of my life." He looks down at Tom's grave, carved out of anything else to say. "I love you, buddy."

It's not the greatest speech that's ever been given, but it's what he can say, and at least he's done it. He'll be able to do better, later. He'll come back to talk to him again. As many times as he can, for as long as he can. He swears on that.

Andy steps back from the grave, and doesn't look as they slowly fill it, covering the closed casket with dirt. He finally allows himself to let the exhaustion catch up with him, and is overcome by that blissful, blissful emptiness.

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He's fully expecting himself to drop asleep as soon as they get to Ava's place. They decided to stay there for the night, because Andy still doesn't want to face his mom, to see that same grief in her, for her to want to talk to him, to tell him that everything would be fine. He can't do that, not today. At least Lucas had enough foresight to warn her of where they are, so she should leave him alone for now. Lucas is very reliable in a crisis, Andy thinks, making a note to himself to thank him properly later.

But he can't sleep. He's too exhausted to even rest. And for some reason, even though he doesn't want to talk, that's exactly what he found himself doing for the past few hours. Vomiting up all sorts of memories and thoughts, ranging from funny moments he had with Tom to all of his regrets, and Andy's always been kind of a stress-talker, but it's never been like this. He feels like he's been skinned alive; there's nothing to hold himself together, to hold anything at all in.

He cries all the tears he didn't think he had left in him anymore, and he curses himself, and the guy who left them in the end, and Noah, and the Power, and the cult, and himself again. He scratches his own skin until Lucas gently takes his hands in his, stopping him from doing more of it. And he talks, through all of that. Talks and talks and talks.

The words make him drift through memories, through states of mind, and he knows he's so damn volatile today, it's like he can't anchor himself to a feeling, but his friends put up with him anyway.

Finally, he starts to settle into this sort of… Slowness, like his mind is clear, or maybe blank, even as he keeps on thinking. And he keeps talking through it, letting all the minor regrets have their turn after he's too damn done to keep dealing with the worst parts.

"I never told him I was in love with him," Andy says, staring at the three empty mattresses in front of him, because it's easier than looking at any of his friends, who are currently sitting right beside him, as he babbles on. "I was going to, you know? After R- Jane. I had almost died, so I figured, you know- yolo, and all that. And then I told myself, 'I'll wait until I'm out of the hospital.' And then I started to think… What if he didn't feel the same way? What if things got weird? What if I end up losing him? And I never told him," he looks at his own feet, "and now I lost him anyway."

They all just look at him. They used up all the "I'm sorry, Andy"s left in them a long time ago, he thinks. There's only so many platitudes you can muster up when you know they're worthless, when you're just repeating yourself.

God bless them for trying, though. They're sticking with him through their own- everyone's inadequacy to deal with what's going on. Andy can't thank them enough for that.

"He knew you loved him," Ava says, serious, and Andy frowns at her, doubtful. "He might not have known you were in love with him, but… He knew how much he meant to you. I'm sure of it."

Andy laughs, humorless, "did you finally get those mind reading powers you wanted?" he says. It falls flat, but they pretend it doesn't, for his sake.

Ava rolls her eyes. "Don't be an ass, Kang," she says. "No. I just… I can tell. Anyone can."

Andy bites his lip, looking away.

She presses on, as gently as she can. "Besides, you also know, don't you? Regardless of anything else… Tom loved you, just as much as you loved him."

"I still love him," Andy says, before he can think about it, and a weird kind of shame creeps up on him - for saying it, for not saying it sooner, for realizing that this… It'll probably never go away, even now that it's completely pointless, that it's just proof of his cowardice.

"That's… Normal," Lily says, fiddling a little with her sweater. "You don't forget someone just like that, just because something happened. I mean, look at me and Britney. It took me years to get over her, and even then, I had to have supernatural forces show me exactly who she was, first."

"She didn't deserve you," Ava says.

"Maybe not. It doesn't matter now," Lily says. "The point is… It's okay to still love him."

Andy hugs his knees. "I don't think anything is okay, right now."

"That's okay, too."

They stay in silence for a moment, and then Lucas speaks up. "I know 'it gets better' stories don't really help at times like these," he says, "so I won't tell you that, but… I know what it's like, to feel like nothing will ever be okay, ever be enough. So… At least you're not alone, in that feeling."

Andy's mouth does something. It's not a smile, but it's what it can do right now. "Yeah. At least it's not like last time," he says. "With Jane. We all fell apart, and… It felt really lonely, even though..." He chokes up. "I had Tom."

Lucas rubs at Andy's shoulder sadly, and Andy shakes his head.

"It's just that he didn't get it, you know? And I couldn't tell him, about what happened," he says, instead of thinking about how much worse this is, no matter how many friends he has by his side right now. "So I… Missed you guys." He finishes, ashamed.

"We get it," Ava says, solemn. "And we're sticking with you, this time around."

"Yeah," Lucas agrees.

"Yeah," Lily adds.

"Okay," Andy answers. "I… Thanks."

They hug him tighter. It's all they have to say.

#it lives #andy kang #tom sato #andy x tom #tom x andy #it lives beneath #ilb #it lives in the woods #ilitw #ilb mc #i feel like ive been editing this fic my entire life #also apparently i write deathfic now. thats uh. something #anne ways. have this

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Resurgence preview

It's been a year now since New Japan launched their US-based show, NJPW Strong. I'm sure the original plans involved running US tours with a mix of American regulars and visiting stars from the main Japanese roster. The pandemic, however, limited the scope of Strong, mainly featuring minor leagues on a closed set. It almost felt like a parallel universe with little relationship to the "real" NJPW. Now, finally, the brand gets to do a show in front of an actual crowd, and we get to see this concept the way it was meant to be seen.

The show airs live on NJPWworld (999 yen for one month--about $9.12 US) at 11pm EDT. Or, if you just cannot handle setting up your payment on a Japanese website, you can get the show on FITE.tv for $19.99 US. Both services should make the show available on-demand later, in case you want to wait until you're done watching Triplemania.

Lance Archer vs. Hiroshi Tanahashi - Archer is defending the IWGP United States champioship. The title was in limbo through most of 2020, as Jon Moxley was unable to schedule a defense in either New Japan or AEW. That changed in 2021, as thawing relations between the two promotions led to more Moxley title matches, until he lost the belt to Archer on July 21. Shortly before Archer's first defense on July 28, AEW aired a video of Tanahashi challenging the winner of that match.

This is Tana's first show outside of Japan since the pandemic began, and his first match in California in nearly three years. I'm not sure anyone expected him to be here, given that the New Japan of America operation has focused on building up North American talent rather than bringing in big stars from the home promotion. So this is a special treat for the live audience, above and beyond Archer coming in from AEW.

I expect a pretty straightforward match with Archer killing Tana with big power moves and Tana rallying for a big babyface comeback. In a vacuum I would think either man could end up with the belt. However, the real story to this match is that Tanahashi went out of his way to make a challenge for the US title, but not until after Jon Moxley lost it. So Moxley has accused Tana of ducking him, and it stands to reason that he'll confront the winner of this match to close the show. That feels like a formula for Tana vs. Mox for the title, maaaybe at the AEW pay-per-view on September 5. Everyone sure seems to hope that's where we're headed, so I don't think a lot of people will be pulling for Archer tonight.

Jay White vs. David Finlay - This is White's first defense of the NEVER openweight championship. It's also his first New Japan match since May, as the quarantine procedures for entering Japan have made travel pretty rough for the non-Japanese talent. As I recall, Finlay received this title shot because he pinned White back in March. Finlay hasn't been back in Japan since that tour. Both of these guys have been in Impact Wrestling as of late.

Originally, the idea behind White winning the NEVER title was to set up a match with Hiroshi Tanahashi at one of the Wrestle Grand Slam stadium shows that New Japan scheduled this summer. The aforementioned travel problems seem to have scuttled that, so now White is facing The Other Guy From FinJuice.

The biggest buzz I've heard surrounding this match is that Finlay appeared on Wrestling Observer Live to promote the show and ended up giving fans the impression that he wanted to go to NXT. I mean, Finlay could be fucking with us on that. But it's not a good sign when people are mainly interested in a match because they're looking for signs that one of the participants is fixing to leave the promotion. Not that it affects the finish, of course--Finlay could sign with NJPW for a million years, and he still wouldn't be booked to beat White for a title in 2021.

Tomohiro Ishii vs. Moose - This match kind of came out of nowhere. Ishii isn't exactly a top guy in New Japan but he's always right below that level, clobbering most of the roster and getting clobbered to set up new contenders. Most of the NJPW Strong roster would be underdogs against him. But then, Moose isn't on the Strong roster--he's coming over from Impact, where he's been pushed as a top heel for months. Moose is a 6-foot-5 big mean guy and Ishii is a 5-foot-7 big mean guy, so this should be an interesting contrast. It's easily the most interesting match on the show.

I'd like to see Moose win, since it'd be a slight upset and he could use the momentum for whatever he's doing next. But if he is gonna win, Ishii is going to convince you that he had to work his ass off to earn it. I'm looking forward to this.

Tom Lawlor & JR Kratos & Danny Limelight & Jorel Nelson & Royce Isaacs vs. Lio Rush & Chris Dickinson & Adrian Quest & Fred Yehi & Yuya Uemura - Lawlor is the NJPW Strong champion and his team is the New Japan version of "Team Filthy." The babyface team originally featured Brody King, but he was pulled from the card at the last minute due to "unforeseen circumstances", so Adrian Quest is substituting for him. That's a real tough break for the good guys.

There are several storylines at play here. Lio Rush stepped up as the next challenger for Lawlor's title, and they'll have that match at the August 16 tapings. Dickinson was kicked out of Team Filthy, and is currently aligned with Brody King's Violence Unlimited stable. Uemura had been working on the Japan roster as a Young Lion, but he's just begun his excursion so he has a chance to really express himself as a performer.

If Rush wasn't already positioned as Lawlor's next challenger, I might think this match could end with someone pinning Lawlor. As it is, though, it probably makes more sense for Team Filthy to win in a dominant fashion. Yehi and Quest are basically undercard scrubs, and Uemura just now graduated to that position. Rush and Dickinson aren't going to be able to carry so many weak links.

Juice Robinson vs. Hikuleo - Juice has spent most of 2021 teaming with David Finlay over on Impact, whereas Hikuleo has been wrestling on Strong and more recently on a few AEW shows. Given that Hikuleo is 6-foot-8 you'd expect him to squash everything in his path, but New Japan isn't afraid to have more established stars get the better of him. Whether Juice is one of those more established stars remains to be seen.

Juice biggest career highlight was winning the IWGP US title, and Hikuleo's was challenging for that title a few weeks ago. If one of them is going to be in the hunt for that belt, then winning this match should be step one. As much as I'd like to see Juice back in the chase, I get the feeling it'll be Hikuleo taking that role.

Karl Anderson & Doc Gallows vs. Jon Moxley & X - The Good Brothers (Gallows and Anderson) are the Impact Wrestling men's tag team champions, but their title is not at stake here. I think Moxley was originally booked to team with Syota Umino on this show, but travel restrictions prevented Umino from coming into LA. One way or another, Moxley will have a mystery partner that won't be revealed until the match begins.

The backstory is that Gallows and Anderson have been a thorn in Moxley's side every time he's tried to fight Kenny Omega, or really anybody in Omega's stable. With that in mind, the most logical partner would be Sami Callihan, who has a history with Moxley and unfinished business with Omega's group. People have been asking for a Moxley-Callihan reunion from the minute AEW and Impact started collaborating, and there's no reason it can't happen here. On the other hand, I wonder if that's something New Japan would do as a surprise, as opposed to advertising it ahead of time.

If Moxley's partner isn't Callihan, there's a serious risk that the live crowd will start chanting for Callihan and disrupt the match. So if they're going with someone else, it'd better be good. I suppose Eddie Kingston would be accepted, although again, why would that be something you do as a surprise? Personally, I'm all about Moxley and the cold, deadly eyes of Shooter Umino, so I know I'll be disappointed no matter what. :(

Anyway, it'd be stupid for Moxley's team to lose this match.

Rocky Romero & Fred Rosser & Wheeler Yuta vs. TJP & Clark Connors & Ren Narita - This is a pretty good sampling of the NJPW Strong midcard. Of this group, Romero has the most clout with the main New Japan roster. Rosser is still best known as WWE's Darren Young, the guy from the Nexus who looks exactly like John Cena. Yuta has been making waves on AEW, filling in for Trent Beretta with Orange Cassidy's group, so I guess he and Rocky are both Best Friends Twice Removed or something. TJP is a former WWE cruiserweight champion and Impact X division champion. Connors is one of the guys from the Gekiochi-kun ads--I think he's the one who snaps his fingers to teleport everybody. Ren Narita is the guy who used to wrestle Syota Umino all the time, but Syota is not on this show. :(

Alex Coughlin vs. Karl Fredericks - When Strong started, Coughlin, Fredericks, and Clark Connors were the three Young Lions from the LA Dojo who worked as prelim guys. Since then I believe Connors and Fredericks have "graduated," and Coughlin is still working on it. I'm pretty sure Fredericks is the one in the Gekiochi-kun ads that says "that's pretty cool." I don't remember what Coughlin does in those ads, so clearly he needs to get his ass in gear. Anyway, I guess Fredericks wins.

Bateman & Mysterioso & Barrett Brown vs. The DKC & Kevin Knight & Jordan Clearwater - This is scheduled as a dark match 30 minutes before the live stream begins. I've heard most of these names, but the only one I kinda know is Bateman from whatever goofy stable he's in at Ring of Honor. I dunno, I guess his side wins.

#njpw #njpw strong #njpw of america #resurgence #lance archer #hiroshi tanahashi #jay white #david finlay #jon moxley

[five-wow]

10.19!!! watched it, had thoughts about it, wrote them down. the usual under the cut.

there is a random man in steve’s kitchen (is it the helicopter guy? i... don’t know him well enough to be sure but i am genuinely unsure who else it would be) wearing a “seals do it better” apron while he’s cooking and talking to junior about how this recipe helped him “seal the deal” with the love of his life. okay, random man. you’re not acknowledging it, but you just made a seal pun, so you have my attention.

btw, for a good long moment i genuinely thought this guy might be danny in some kind of weird dream sequence future. i mean, old danny in steve’s kitchen wearing a seal-themed apron and making waffles? i wouldn’t hate it.

junior about how it’s going with tani: “it’s amazing.” okay a) YAY and THAT IS VERY CUTE and b) even so, it’s hilarious to me when random guy says “sounds like you’ve got it bad” just based on junior saying that it’s amazing while he kind of smiles vaguely. cute as it was, it wasn’t a passionate love declaration.

junior lies in bed awake at night dreaming of his thing with tani working out (and not sleeping because he’s scared it might not) and i just !! he’s a smitten mess over her and i adore it, even though his level of anxiety sounds like it’s a little detrimental for his sleep, omg.

fjdkfd we get a scene of adam and quinn who went surfing together and OF COURSE they’re standing under the beach showers as they talk because i feel like adam is literally contractually obligated to have a certain number of shower scenes each season.

tani!! gave quinn!! some surfing pointers!! let’s review: we know that tani is really great at surfing and definitely better than junior, because we had a scene once of them getting back from a surfing trip and junior was slightly pouty over it and tani was absolutely unwilling to downplay her own skill and it was Very Good, and now, in these last few episodes, tani was first present during noelani’s surfing lessons and now she’s apparently been giving quinn advice, and the idea of the h50 women hanging out? the idea of tani being supportive and sharing her knowledge? it’s all so good, ahhh. (ALSO. my mighty need for tani and kono to meet grows with each and every mention of tani’s surfing skill.)

oh my gOD i wrote that bit in brackets and hit play on the episode and IMMEDIATELY adam says that he’s used to being second best in the ocean because “my ex wife was a pro surfer, and very competitive.” YES. GOOD. LOVE THE KONO REFERENCE.

quinn gets a dramatic call from an olivia! i read an episode description, so i know that’s her ex-step daughter. i’m a little hesitant about this “btw quinn has an ex-husband” subplot, but also curious to see where they’re going with it, and quinn jumping to help out a teen girl that she still has a strong bond with is an angle of approach that could potentially be very very relevant to my interests.

cows! “moooo” say the cows, quietly, under the music. they’re not important or plot-relevant, i just like cows.

fjdkfd olivia has a Bad Dad and yes, i do want quinn to adopt her now. it could be good! she could swap tips with steve about how to let your adopted teen know they’re loved and safe and worth so much more than what their parents gave them.

tani to junior: “what, you think i didn’t have a life before i met you?” junior’s eyes: [shoot up to steve, standing right behind tani, who is junior’s mentor AND boss, making it slightly awkward to have a relationship talk right in front of him during work hours] POOR BOY (but also, yes, tani, tell him).

junior is now obsessed with the mystery of why tani is so familiar with a random rancher bar an hour away from her house, and to be honest, so am i.

tani wON A LINE DANCING COMPETITION FOUR WEEKS IN A ROW. that is the BEST solution to the mystery, my gosh.

tani: [brags about her line dancing skills and calls herself the queen] junior: “who are you?” fdjkfdjkfd junior, i don’t even know why you’re suprised that a) tani slays at something she did or b) she is utterly unapologetic about that fact.

olivia says that maybe quinn could come watch her play volleybal some time and quinn says that she’d love to but it’s complicated and don’t do that, quinn! my heart hurts now!

OKAY so olivia isn’t doing cheer this year even though she was captain the previous year and she makes up an excuse about it being because of the other girls but it’s actually about HER DAD taking the money that quinn gave her for a UNIFORM which means she probably couldn’t even try out and I HATE THIS. find your ex and kick his ass, quinn.

lou, after talking about macadamia farming: “but here’s where the story gets a littllllle... nutty.” tani, fistpumping: “nice one.” punner solidarity!! good stuff, good stuff. (though i do wonder what happened to danny’s punning streak in later seasons. anyone remember 1.14, when he joked about the head in a box? he’s lost his appreciation for this fine art and it’s a tragedy, honestly.)

quinn has enlisted adam’s help in tracking her ex (jake) down and she’s telling adam a little about how she never thought she’d fall for a guy like him but he was charming, and then she says “and olivia” and THAT’S when she really smiles, and look, PLEASE don’t let this episode end with olivia still living with her dad because will have to write fix-it fic.

quinn: “i haven’t told anybody i was married, not even steve.” that’s cool, but like, do we believe that means steve doesn’t know? if his background checks haven’t gone completely downhill in the last few years, i would assume he’s figured this out, right? (i love quinn’s “in case you haven’t noticed, i’m not really a sharer” that she adds, because it fits with her personality and it’s just nice to have a female character that’s allowed to be a little secretive about her past in a way that doesn’t feel, idk, sensationalized.)

i have seen a lot of gifs of this episode by now and they’re all of steve and danny and the horses so i’ve seen most of their very polite discussion that ensues when danny calls steve out on not asking him if he wants to ride along, but it’s still utterly glorious. grace gets mentioned, too! and the way danny ends it with “why don’t you try to keep up?” as he passes in front of steve, with steve watching him go? that is flirting. blatant flirting in front of all of their poor teammates. (at least now junior can feel a little less awkward about bringing his relationship with him on the job!)

fjdkfdjk lou’s “all this and they still go time to argue, isn’t that nice?” is A+

steve and danny, as they’re super leisurely chasing some criminals through the woods on horseback: yes, this would be a good time to make up an argument about absolutely nothing at all.

oh gosh, okay, danny says “you know i can uh, i can hear you at night” and steve’s response is “why don’t you get some earplugs?” and um. uh. it’s followed by context, i know, but come on, jfc.

“when i moved in a couple months ago” he’s just GOING for it now, omg. not “came to stay with you”, no attempt at hiding that he’s been staying with steve for literal months at this point - just. when i moved in. a couple months ago.

(i am obviously also very aware of what danny is saying about steve not sleeping and how that’s a new thing because it wasn’t like that a few months ago and steve’s evasiness about it and i am VERY WORRIED ABOUT THAT but i’m also electing to somewhat ignore it because. my god. screw that. we don’t want any of where that seems to be headed in this house.)

“i appreciate it. thank you.” this is growth and it’s good and it’s steve realizing that maybe just his quippy putdown isn’t enough of a response to danny’s genuine offer of support! (and again, we’re not thinking about reasons why he might want to think twice about how he treats danny so danny will know he’s appreciated, because there is no reason for steve to be worried about that, because nothing is going to happen.)

steve: “cuff him, danno.” DANNO. danno has returned from war!!

fjdkfd and then steve says it again in like, the next sentence he says. really cramming in those danno’s suddenly.

oh noooooo. quinn tells adam that jake could be a very good dad (which is valid! addiction is a disease and it’s good to know he wasn’t always like this to olivia, even if i don’t think it excuses what’s happening now), but then she says that jake was all the things she always wished her own dad could be and that maybe that’s why she was so drawn to him, and. okay. did not need that. h50 has a tendency to make women compare their love interests to their dads that makes me very uncomfortable. (the other big one that springs to mind is when abby and chin are courting and chin opens a car door for abby and she says something about how she always admired chivalry in her dad and she thought that died out with his generation and it’s this weird thing where she seems to be flirting by going “wink wonk you make me think of my dad” and oh my god. let’s just say it’s very much not my thing.)

steve and danny end up holed up in a cabin while seven people shoot at them and ahhh, just like old times. also just like last episode, to be honest, with the whole cabin filled with poison thing, but at least there’s no poison this time! that’s a plus!

steve’s improv involves LASSO’ING a guy i’m screaming

dude gets the drop on steve, they have an epic fight, steve HITS HIS HEAD and the dude picks up a GIANT LOG to hulksmash on steve’s head, presumably, and then danny swoops in to the rescue and!!! that’s also very much like old times!!! especially with this forest green color scheme and steve lying on the floor a little dazed it really reminds me of that episode with the girlscout troop in season 3.

(so. in this possible universe we’re not talking about where steve might be sick again and could be pacing at night because he knows or fears he’s going to die (you know the one) do you think that maybe part of why his first words to danny are “why’d you leave the cabin? that wasn’t the plan” is that he was kind of... hoping the other guy would get to finish him off? do you ever think about how steve mcgarrett, man of action, would almost definitely rather go out in a blaze of glory after taking out six guys all on his own with danny having his back, than after watching his own body slowly betray him and give out on him after losing a painful and drawn-out fight with itself?)

confused, frowny steve who almost definitely has a concussion and is also still very bloody is oddly cute, gosh. also, nincompoop! definitely one of danny’s most wonderful insults yet.

quinn gets her ex arrested and yells at him and tells him that if he doesn’t clean up his act, he’ll lose custody of his daughter, and then she drives away and she’s sobbing and trying not to and just !!!!! this was definitely the good kind of “quinn has an ex-husband” storyline, but also very painful.

the sunset scene! seen this in gifset too, but hoooo boy, it hits very differently with actual sound. (i may also have described the scene to my sister and mentioned the “probably ‘cause i figured i’d see a million more” and her immediate response was “oooh, he’s dead” and yES, that’s what i was TELLING YOU i’m worried about and also what i’m not thinking about so let’s just pretend i’m not typing these words right now.)

fdjkfdjkfd i’m sure that steve turning to danny just as he says “those are the things that you’re gonna miss the most in the end, you know” after mentioning things you see every day is just. a total coincidence. yeah. he’s totally just turning away from this sunset he was so entranced by a moment ago to look at danny’s face because he wants to stretch his neck. uh huh.

there’s banter about squirrels and it’s good and then steve says “admit it danny, you’re gonna miss this when it’s done” and that sounds very meta, omg, but it gets better when danny says “yeah, maybe, but i would never say it out loud” because that is literally a way to say it, out loud.

a very good episode!! i loved meeting olivia and learning about quinn’s background and there was some prime tani content and to top it off a lot of mcdanno in the second half, and if we just completely ignore that this episode also made my anxiety about the series finale skyrocket (which i knew it would, based on what i’d gathered of other people’s response to it, but that still didn’t accurately prepare me) it was wonderful and i liked it a lot! 

#10.19 #h50 spoilers #h50 #I. DO NOT WANT TO THINK ABOUT WHAT MIGHT BE AHEAD

[goliath-de-senfina-sango]

Chapters: 1/? Fandom: Danny Phantom Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Danny Fenton & Tucker Foley & Sam Manson, Danny Fenton & Jack Fenton & Jazz Fenton & Maddie Fenton, Danny Fenton & Sidney Poindexter, Danny Fenton & Lunch Lady, Penelope Spectra & Bertrand, Jack Fenton/Maddie Fenton Characters: Tucker Foley, Danny Fenton, Sam Manson, Jazz Fenton, Valerie Gray, Jack Fenton, Maddie Fenton, Angela Foley, Maurice Foley, Ida Manson, Jeremy Manson, Pamela Manson, Skulker (Danny Phantom), Desiree (Danny Phantom), Paulina Sanchez, Bertrand (Danny Phantom), Penelope Spectra, Wesley Weston, Walter Weston, Spike (Danny Phantom), Edward Lancer Additional Tags: I'm back baby, The Fentons are a family of Geniuses, Mulltilingual Danny Fenton, Multilingual Tucker Foley, Multilingual Sam Manson, The Ghosts have backstories, Bisexual Male Character, Transgender Danny Fenton, Space Core! Danny, round 2 friends, reseting the world to fix your mistakes Series: Part 2 of Monstrous Mundane Magick Summary:

Ghosts are a part of life that none of them can get rid of, apparently, so now they just have to figure out how to manage them. Join the ghostly Trio as they deal with bad wishes, fight a demon (because of course ghosts aren't all there is) and even deal with a dragon or two! Will they catch any semblance of a break, or will the horrors of the supernatural break them?

Green mist, the crackle of the Specter Deflector mk1 resisting the energy in that mist, and then darkness.  That was about what Tucker could remember of the fight if you could even call it that.  After what felt like forever, he opened his eyes to find he was in his room.  Sitting up with a groan, Tucker rubbed his head and took stock of the situation, just like a badass in a movie.  “Still in all my clothes from the fight, Sydney isn’t here, Danny and Sam also aren’t here, room’s a mess as usual…”  Grabbing his phone, Tucker checked for any panicked texts and saw none.  It was just Friday again, Friday morning even.  “Alright, so maybe cotton candy wasn’t her power.  Ugh, whatever she did it clearly had no effect on me, so that means the Fentons at least know how to make a good protective belt.”  Swinging his feet over the edge of the bed Tucker tapped the Specter Deflectorand paused.  “Oh, wait, will whatever she did affect me if I take off the belt?”

Deciding he didn’t want to find out, Tucker climbed out of bed, brushed his teeth, changed most of his clothes, and checked more of his room.  To his dismay, he found that Hunter’s mech was not, in fact, here in his room anymore.  “Where the heck could that’ve gone?  Mom and Dad didn’t move it last time it was this morning.”  He paused, scratching his head.  “Did they?  Ugh, ok, that’s something to worry about later.  If I ask they’ll just get upset that I lost track of it ‘because it’s dangerous’ or whatever.”

Heading downstairs to find his parents in the living room, Dad watching football and Mom knitting something, Tucker called out his usual good mornings and headed into the kitchen for some much-needed bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns.  Headphones in, the latest Dumpty Humpty songs on, and the smell of food filling the kitchen, Tucker almost didn’t notice the oddness of getting practically no messages from Danny or Sam the whole morning.  By now Sam should’ve been complaining about being sick, at the very least.

When he finished up his food, Tucker headed out the door, calling out to his parents, “Gonna go visit Danny, see ya later!”  And before they could respond, he was out the door and putting on his helmet.  The AI he’d rigged together pointed him toward his board, which he was more than grateful to still have even if Hunter’s suit would be useful, and soon he was in the air.  Still, even with no air traffic since the boards weren’t exactly for sale - yet, he needed to talk with Danny about that - he stopped before texting Danny.  He couldn’t just phase through a building instead of crashing because he wasn’t looking where he was going after all.

Hey Danny, where should we meet up?  I’m omw to tell you something wild.

He guessed, of course, that Danny was at home, so he took off for FentonWorks.  Music blaring in his ears, the wind tugging at his body as he did a loop, Tucker considered whether or not he should see if a random girl at the park would find his board cooler than the girls at school.  His phone buzzed in his pocket and he blinked a few times, lifting up his helmet to make sure he was reading this right.

Astroboy: I’m at my uncle’s place, u know that.

“Alright, the ghost did more than just chuck me back to this morning, apparently.  Why would she put Danny at Wes’ place?”  Tucker readjusted his helmet and sped off, going a bit faster than before.  He took a moment to take in everything below him, seeing no signs of the fight with Hunter that took place outside the library as he passed it.  “There should be something there though… the plasma and the lasers melted holes into the walls and street.”

When Tucker reached the Weston home, he was almost certain of what had happened.  The ghost had been some sort of wish granter, like a genie, and she’d heard him wish that Danny hadn’t gone into the portal.  That explained the lack of Hunter’s marks on the town, without Danny being half-ghost the poacher had no reason to go after him.  Maybe Danny just grew closer to Wes without the ghost stuff in the way?  Regardless, Tucker went through the awkwardness of greeting Mr. Weston when he answered the door, “Hi there, I’m Tucker Foley.  I’m not sure if you remember me but I’m Danny’s friend and he said he was here.”

“Ah yes, Tucker,” the ginger said, taking him in and clearly searching for a memory.  “The one he made the hoverboards and the rockets with, right?”

“Yup!  That’s me.  May I come in?”

“Of course, sure.  Shoes at the door and all that.”  Tucker kicked off his shoes and Mr. Weston pointed him upstairs.

When Tucker finally found Danny, his good mood at the fact that his best friend didn’t have to worry about fighting ghosts or questioning who and what he was anymore dropped like a lead ball.  It looked like a half-assed recreation of Danny’s actual room, desk and posters, and even his Horrorstation all together in one room.  It didn’t have the murals of the stars on the ceiling or the walls like in Danny’s real room, but it looked too personalized to be a guest room.  Danny looked up from his handheld and waved at him, looking for all the world like something was crushing him.  “Hey, Tuck. What’s up?”

“More than I wanted to be, it looks like,” he muttered.  Taking a seat on the bed next to Danny - and it was his bed, the exact same mattress - Tucker took a deep breath and let it out slowly.  “How do I ask this?”  His eyes swept over the room, marking where things should be but weren’t, until he landed on Danny again, looking concerned and tense and just as thin as he was before.  He wasn’t as pale as he’d been growing but he was still paler than Tucker thought was healthy.  “Right, ok.  Rip off the bandaid I guess.  Say a ghost has, for whatever reason, messed with my memories so that I remember things a whole lot different than they are now.”  Danny scowled at the mention of ghosts, the same way Dr. Fenton did.  He wasn’t sure how to feel about that.  “What’s happened since August?”

Danny sighed, leaning back on his hands and glaring at the ceiling.  “Ghosts.  Ghosts have fucking happened since August.  Of course, they had to mess with you too, they already messed up everything else.”  Danny looked at him again, trying to judge how much of Tucker was the Tucker he knew probably, and Tuck was doing the same.  He’d never heard Danny refer to ghosts as a whole with such venom and ice in his voice.  It wasn’t right.  “After you convinced me how stupid it would be to actually go inside the Ghost Portal, Mom and Dad figured out what was wrong with it - an extra switch inside that would’ve had to be pressed to activate it - and after they fixed it, it worked.  Jazz had a fucking fit when she realized she was wrong about Mom and Dad being delusional for believing in ghosts.”  Danny looked down, fidgeting with the hem of his shirt.  “I wish she was right.

“At first it seemed like the portal was working the same way all the other portals worked: a window into another world for Mom and Dad to look through and examine what was happening on the other side.  But then something actually came out of the thing.”  Danny shuddered and Tucker threw an arm around him.  “I remember seeing the ectopus thing for the first time.  It was so... wrong.  Like a messed up hologram that made my eyes hurt to look at it.  We all had weapons, thank the stars, but it took a while to get that thing back into the portal.”

“Ok, so it was a door and they didn’t want one of those yet, so they tried unplugging it,” Tucker said when Danny went quiet.  He remembered this conversation when Hunter came up.  “But it didn’t work that way.  Self-sustaining or something, right?”

“A self-sustaining interdimensional intersection that was apparently powered on the other side as much as it was on ours.  Stars, Tuck, the freakin Lunch Lady from the 50s came through - or rose up in the cafeteria kitchen, I guess.  Either way, when Sam had her menu change thing done and we started a food fight with Dash over it, the ghost lady set the kitchen and cafeteria on fire because we were making a mess of her cafeteria.”  Danny scoffed and Tucker winced.  “Mom and Dad to the rescue with the Fenton Foamers, since regular extinguishers and stuff wasn’t working.  That one got them attention,” he muttered.  “The whole town suddenly had their eyes on us, so Mom and Dad did a press conference and then the whole world was paying attention.  And then things went wrong.”

“Went wrong, how?”  He almost didn’t want to know the answer but at the same time, he knew that he should know what happened because of his wish.  This was his fault, and he needed to know what.

Danny curled up in a ball under his arm, and his breaths grew a bit shallower.  Tucker was certain he wasn’t going to say anything but a moment later, Danny opened his mouth and forced out the words like they stung his mouth to say.  “This giant fucking ghost hornet killed Jazz while I was in the counselor’s office and talking with Ms. Spectra about how the media circus was affecting my home life.”  He leaned against Tucker, face streaked with tears and chest heaving.  “Jazz fucking died of a giant hornet sting and I was talking to a counselor.  One who fucking ratted my parents out called them neglectful and said they were endangering us at home and CPS shoved me into uncle Walter’s house.”

Tucker knew what being punched in the face felt like, Dash had made sure of it.  Now, however, it felt a thousand times worse.  Like someone had taken a hot poker right out of a fireplace and shoved it into his chest.  “Oh my god.”

Tucker stayed with Danny as long as Mr. Weston would tolerate, getting the fact that the Mansons were moving out because of the danger in Amity out of him before they played some videogames to get all of this off of their minds.  It didn’t, of course, because nothing could get this off of Tucker’s mind, but he had to at least try to get some normalcy out of this for Danny.  He got curb stomped by a HellKnight and Danny took on being the Doom Slayer while Tuck stewed.

How the hell am I gonna fix this?  That one thought bounced around in his head, the only thing besides static, and for what felt like forever, it didn’t go anywhere.  Then he checked the news app on his phone for once in his life and saw that cotton candy had flooded the swap meet.  I’ll fix it how I messed it up.  I just need to find that ghost.

When Wes knocked on the door and told Danny it was time for dinner and heavily implied that Tucker should probably leave, he got up and squeezed Danny in a hug.  He got squeezed right back, and it was weird how quickly he’d gotten used to the hum of energy under Danny’s skin that he couldn’t feel anymore.  How odd it was to think this should hurt a bit more just because your friend was hugging you as hard as he could, but without superstrength.

On the flyby heading home, Tucker made a detour to the swap meet and started looking, though he wasn’t entirely certain what he was looking for.  “Something Alladin-esque, I guess,” he muttered under his breath.  Reaching into his jacket pocket thankfully produced the ecto signature tracker he was hoping for, and he followed it to several shards in front of a stand near the center of the cotton candy flood.  That was good, at least.  The woman putting things away gave Tucker a swell of hope, even if he felt she was probably wearing too much pink.  Hopping off the board and removing his helmet he cleared his throat.

“Are you Madam Babazita?”

She stood, turning around to raise a brow at him.  Pointing above at the sign that said Madam Babazita's Mystical Oddities.  “Who else would I be, kid.  Are you here to help with the cotton candy clean up?”

“Actually, I was here to ask about the uh genie that got released around here.”  The Babazita turned her full attention to him, and Tucker flinched.  There was a sharpness in her eyes and something… off.  He didn’t want to make her mad.

“Oh really?  You’re here about the djinni?”  She looked him up and down and spread her arms out.  “I didn’t see you here when her lamp broke.”

“Well, not this version of this morning, no.”  He chuckled and cleared his throat again.  “I jumped the gun and made a wish without realizing that she could grant them.  The only reason I remember all of this, apparently, is because of this.”  He raised his shirt to show off the Specter Deflector™.  “It blocks out ghostly energy.  Is there anything you can tell me about this genie ghost thing that would help me to fix the mess I made?”

Madam Babazita stared at Tucker for several long moments, her beakish nose raised high and her eyes sharp as a hawk’s.  After another beat of silence, he opened his mouth to plead a better case than ‘I made a mess and need your help to fix it’ when she held up a hand.  “Alright, kid.  You look like whatever you did, you regret enough to keep bothering me about it.  I’ll tell you about that djinni, but if you get hurt fighting her that’s your fault, not mine.”

“Got it.”  She frowned at him and Tucker winced.  “I understand, madam.”

Learning of Desiree’s life was a sad story to hear, but finding out that she was compelled to grant any wish she heard was a lifesaver.  Sure, it sounded rough having to fulfill everyone else’s desires and not your own, but Tucker needed that kind of guarantee that he could get what he needed so long as he asked for it correctly.   Unfortunately, that would have to wait. The sun was going down, and his parents probably didn’t want him out late with ghosts on the loose.

There were things Tucker could get away with, such as staying out particularly later than he should, ignoring all the vegetables on his plate and generally being less engaged in dinner discussion because his parents weren’t the parents he knew.  Not exactly, anyway.  A few months could really change someone.  One thing he could not get away with, however, was taking a shower in Angela Foley’s household.  So, he took a deep breath, closed his eyes, and took off the Specter Deflector™.  Nothing happened.  Opening his eyes, Tucker found nothing had changed. He could remember everything from how it was supposed to be and he didn’t get any new memories aligning with what Danny had told him.  “That’s one mystery solved,” he muttered. That done he got rid of the rest and cleaned, trying to devise a plan.

When he woke up the next morning he had a plan.  It was a relatively simple one.  “Find Desiree, unwish my wish, and the world is fixed.”  He put the belt back on with his new outfit of leather pants, a green sweater and a leather jacket he’d found sitting in his closet.  “If she can change reality this much then who knows what else she can do?  She probably remembers me shooting at her.”

Even with the wildness of a ghost messing around with people’s desires and a huge, overly public case regarding the town crazies who discovered the afterlife - a thing that Tucker was going to file under ‘think about in more depth later’ - life still went on.  There were movies to attend, and people still went to them. This was not the place where Tucker expected to be dealing with a ghost of any sort.  And yet, here the tracker pointed him, leading to Paulina… chibified. “I know chibis are supposed to be cute, and on-screen they are, but this?  This is horrifying, and I don’t like it.  I dunno how anyone else thinks this is cute.”  Everyone in the theater was going nuts over Paulina, who steadily grew into a seven-foot-tall chibi version of herself.  “Oh wow, the weebs are feeding her power or whatever.  That’s just great.”

Riffling through his jacket pocket, Tucker felt the handles for familiar weapons - an ecto-pistol, a tube of lipstick that also shot lasers, the wrist ray he should have on and was now putting on- but none of those guaranteed he’d be able to get the ghost energy out of Paulina.  Was this a good idea to act on?  “Only one way to find out…”  Aim, charge, fire.  A beam of green struck chibilina in the forehead, dead on, and her supernatural form rippled with a green light.  Everyone turned to Tucker, who sucked in a sharp breath, ran for his board, and flew away.

“Ok, I don’t have a weapon on me that can push the ghostly energy out of someone,” he muttered, hoping and praying that Paulina couldn’t also fly.  “Good to know. Ugh, where would I find a wish obsessed djinni?”  He looked down below him, and up above him even, hoping he’d spot any kind of clue as toa car flew within an inch of Tucker’s face and it’s tailwind dragged him into a spin.

Once he corrected himself in the air and almost caught all of his breath back, Tucker focused on the car zooming around through the air with green energy pulsing through it.  “I know we were talking about making flying cars happen, but not like this.”  He flew off and after the car, having to push the engine of his board to keep up, and knocked on the driver’s side window.  “Uh, hello, this is technically speeding, I do believe.”

“DUUUUDE WHAT THE HELL!?”  The blond surfer stereotype screamed, bringing Tucker to question his style and location.  There were no beaches in Minnesota.

“Roll down the window!”  Tucker pointed at the button, which the guy thankfully hit, and Tucker reached in to grab the wheel and steer the man away from the city.  “Alright, so I don’t know how to drive exactly but I’m pretty sure there should be some brakes down there.”  No sooner did he say that than the car stopped.  It stopped dead in the air, and gravity took hold - a thing it did at inconvenient times. Thankfully, Tuck didn’t have to scream for the man to hit the gas again since this sudden a drop kept him from being able to catch the air needed for screaming.  When they started moving forward and up again, Tucker clung to the car door and wheezed in his helmet, shaking his head.  “Find. Empty.  Parking spot.  Think about going down.  Slowly.”

“Oh what, just fuckin think about it going down smoothly and it’ll go down?”  Tucker, who was on his hoverboard of all things, was being glared at.  By some surfing wanna be.  He had no time for this kind of bullshit.

“DID YOU WISH FOR IT TO START FLYING AND IT FLEW?!”  the guy flinched and nodded, face screwing up with concentration as he steered the car.  Tucker felt free to let go as the vehicle descended toward an empty-ish parking lot and began to slow down.  When the car landed and Tucker hovered only a foot off the ground, the man practically kicked his door open and wrapped Tucker in a hug.  “Whoa!  Ok, ok this is happening.”

“Thank you!  Fuck, man, thank you so much!  I almost died, flying around in a car!”

“Yeah, I’m looking to find the person who did this so I can stop her.”  Tucker gently pushed the man away and started floating up higher, his visor flashing with a status update on his board.  It might need maintenance after pulling speeds like that.  “You just do your thing, probably avoid using this car for a while.  Buh bye.” That said, he sped off into the sky.

“You’re serious?”

“Would I be telling you this if I wasn’t 100% serious, Sam?”  Tucker groaned, sitting on his board on the roof of the school.  It was the only place he could think of that’d be abandoned on a Saturday.  “I know how to be serious, you know!”

“I dunno,” Sam drawled, “you can be pretty insensitive.”

“Enough to joke about messing up everyone’s lives with a wish?”  Tucker glared at his phone.  “Sam, Jazz is dead in this timeline!  I wouldn’t joke about being the cause of that!”

The line was silent for a long moment, and he checked to make sure he hadn’t been hung up on.  Finally, Sam sighed the crackle of it in the receiver matching the static in his head when he learned about that little tidbit.  “Fine. Ok, let’s pretend I believe you. Why do you want my help instead of Danny’s?”

“Pardon?”

“Danny’s the one with access codes to all the weapons his folks have for fighting ghosts, not me.  Why are you telling me this instead of Danny?”

“First of all, I have the weapons I need to fight her if it comes to that, which gods I hope it doesn’t.”  With all the chaos she was causing, Tucker didn’t want to get into an actual fight with Desiree.  He had a feeling Danny wouldn’t have won that fight with his powers either.  “Second of all: gee Sam, I wonder why I didn’t tell Danny that I essentially got his sister killed with a hasty wish?”  The line was silent, and Tucker took a few deep breaths.  “I’m sorry, if I sound harsh or anything I just.  You’re the one who comes up with most of our winning ideas, and I don’t wanna hurt Danny any more than I already have.  All I need to do is find Desiree and make a wish.  Any ideas on where she might be?”

“Well, she might be at a place where people typically go to make wishes.  Everyone has a desire to ask for pretty much all day but a wishing well or fountain or something would probably do the trick.”  There was a loud clacking of keys and Tucker winced.

“You need to ease up on that poor keyboard.”

“It’ll be fine.  There’s a wishing fountain around the middle of Magnus park.  Heck, toss a coin in and make a wish of your own, that might get her attention.”

Why hadn’t he thought of that?  “Thanks, Sam, you’re the best.”

“You know I am.  And Tucker?  Be safe, or as safe as you can be.”

“Safe as anyone can be going after a djinni, yeah.  I will be.”  Tucker nodded and hung up, slipping on his helmet.  Putting in the directions for the Magnus park fountain through his PDA, Tucker took off into the sky and hoped that things went even a bit ok.

Finding Walter Weston as he wished for a million bucks and peridot green mist swirled around him like a caress as a familiar voice spoke was not what Tucker would call ok.  Still, he took the opportunity to stop another stupid wish from getting twisted - a million bucks could be quite a few deer or even just that much money crushing him under its weight.  Slowing down enough to not break anything, Tucker swerved, yanking Mr. Weston up out of the smoke, and dropped him off a few meters away.  Looking up, Tucker saw an infuriated Desiree glaring down at him and shouting in a language he didn’t understand.

That was fine though.  He didn’t need to understand her just yet.  She understood wishes in English just fine, clearly.  “I wish that I hadn’t interrupted your conversation with Danny!”  The djinni stared at him, eyes bright red with obvious fury, but her hands glimmer pink and green, and the mist wrapped around him again.

“So you have wished it, so shall it be!”

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[classic80sand90smovieloves2]

Meeting and Dating Daniel Larusso

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

(I haven’t watched the other karate kid movies just yet so I might change or add a few things in the future)

- You met Daniel after moving to California. Your parents thought a little change in scenery would be good for you so your grandmother called up an old friend; Mr. Miyagi.

- You were sitting and cutting bonsai when Daniel walked in for a karate lesson. He couldn’t help but stare at you in shock before he actually found his voice.

- He was trying to think of something clever to say but the instant you looked up and met his eyes, every thought left his brain. He probably would have been a lot more confident when talking to you if he hadn’t just been in a fight and looked like he got his ass kicked.

“I …uh... hi. Is Mr. Miyagi here?”

“Oh, uh, no, he’s actually fixing up apartment 14.”

“Oh....”

“Yeah....What happened to your face?”

- He proceeded to give a very nervous, bullshit explanation as to what happened before he told you the truth and then jokingly insisted that the other guys looked a lot worse than he did.

“I doubt it.” You grinned in response.

- You pulled him by the hand, sitting him down as you gathered some bandaids and other supplies. He attempted to ask questions and answer things about himself while you patched him up, but he was a bit too focused on what you were doing and how close you were to him.

- After he managed to calm down a bit, he began to crack some jokes, mixing in a few flirty comments here and there.

“You know, your face looks a lot better than mine.”

- He ended up accidentally grabbing your thigh after you rubbed a particularly sensitive wound of his. He stuttered out an apology but you brushed it off. In his head he couldn’t stop thinking about how soft your skin was.

- He began to ask you out once you were done but before he could finish, the two of you were interrupted by Mr. Miyagi. Embarrassed, he said a quick goodbye, thanking you for your help before he clumsily stumbled out of the room.

- Daniel stopping by to talk to you became a pretty regular thing after that. Over time he grew more confident and your conversations became more teasing and flirty.

- It wasn’t long before he decided that it was finally time to ask you out. He arrived at your door, his words pre-rehearsed and perfect up until he noticed just how nervous you looked.

- You invited him inside once he asked what was wrong, anxiously sitting him down and rambling out a confession of your feelings. He couldn’t help but smile and laugh which you took as a bad sign, telling him to forget it.

- He hurriedly apologized, explaining that he was going to confess to you when you first opened the door. He made some teasing remark before telling you that he’d pick you up at seven o’clock the next day.

- He was absolutely ecstatic; running home and telling his mother with the biggest grin on his face. He couldn’t believe his luck.

- The next day, he arrived at your house fifteen minutes early, armed with a handful of flowers that his mother yanked from a vase in their house. She was almost more excited than he was when she heard about your date.

- You guys go to the arcade where he wins you a bunch of stuffed animals and other prizes. He’s super funny, polite and sweet, winning over your heart for good in a matter of minutes.

- The two of you shared your first kiss that night while you waited outside for his mother to pick you up. It was soft, sweet and everything you ever dreamed of. When he pulled away, he asked if you would be his girl to which you happily agreed.

- The two of you are constantly seen holding hands or with his arm wrapped around you.

- Getting called things like “angel” and “sweetheart”.

- Cheek and forehead kisses. You started doing it to comfort him after he had a rough day and it became a thing between the two of you. Whenever one of you is upset the other will place a soft kiss on their face.

- When he learns about your relationship, Mr. Miyagi makes ambiguous threats that Danny can’t quite understand. All he knows is that he’s being threatened and he does not like it.

- He’s like really strong, surprisingly strong for such a little twig. He’s constantly picking you up and spinning you around in tight hugs.

- He likes to show off sometimes, it makes him happy when you’re impressed by him and the things he does. He’s never really been the “cool guy” so he likes that he can be “your cool guy”.

- His mother adores you and always makes comments about how cute you guys are together.

“I knew from the minute I heard him talk about you that the two of you were gonna be perfect for each other.”

“Mommmm come on.”

- His mother always tells him how you’re a keeper and he just bashfully agrees.

- Riding on the front of his bike.

- Sweet and playful kisses that never fail to make you giggle.

- Cloud watching in empty areas. You usually lay between his legs with your back against his chest or have your head resting on his shoulder.

- He carries your stuff for you without question. If you have something in your hands it is going in his in two seconds flat even if you tell him it’s fine.

- You patch him up after all his fights. He’s always really thankful even though he pretends like it was unnecessary.

- He likes teaching you the more tame karate moves, it’s an excuse for him to touch you although a part of him does it because he wants you to be able to protect yourself.

- He’s quite protective of you, always ready to fight whoever insults or even thinks about hurting you.

- Getting taught how to play soccer. The two of you always end up laughing when one of you falls flat on their ass.

- You give him a lot of massages, especially after his matches.

- He’s also really good at massages since he’s learned a few techniques from Mr. Miyagi. Whenever he’s bored or wants your attention he’ll just start to rub your back.

- Going to his matches to cheer him on. You’re definitely one of the best good luck charms a guy could ever have.

- He loves being able to make you laugh, he thinks your smile is adorable.

- Daniels kind of a fashion disaster at times so every now and again you’ll just have to tell him to swap pants or something.

- He insists on paying for things whenever he can. Lunch, tickets, that little thing you liked when he went to the store with you; whatever it is, he wants to pay for it.

- Beach dates.

- Going to get ice cream together.

- Photobooth pictures.

- You’re the only one allowed to tease him, mainly because he thinks your attempts at imitating his accent is cute.

- He likes walking you to class whenever he can. He gets an extra hug or kiss wheneve he does so it’s a win win for everybody.

- Study dates. He always tries to get you to do something else even if studying was his idea.

- Constant compliments, he’s seriously going to give you a complex one of these days.

- Chasing each other around when you’re alone. It feels nice to act like children once in a while.

- You cuddle with his arms wrapped tight around you and your face buried in his chest. Listening to his heartbeat is a great way to relax after a long day.

- He absolutely talks to the mirror like it’s you while getting ready for your dates.

- He always tries to help you whenever he can. He hates seeing you have a hard time and being able to do nothing about it.

- You don’t fight very often but whenever you do they usually have some name calling and yelling. You tend to give him the silent treatment as you try to cool off which is pretty hard considering you’re constantly around him. It kills Danny to have you walk by and ignore him while he’s working on whatever he’s been told to do.

- Whenever you fight, Mr. Miyagi is always very short with him; giving him more work than usual and making it even more difficult for him.

- He’s very persistent when trying to get you back, following you around and cracking jokes, trying to ease the tension between you. Once he managed to get you alone, he’ll give you an earnest apology and pull you into a hug. He’s always incredibly glad to have you back.

- Dinner at his house. You, him and his mom usually sit together at the table (when she cooks something) or sit on the couch eating pizza/takeout.

- You guys watch a lot of movies together. Doesn’t even matter what kind, you just watch whatever you can find while you sit cuddled up on the couch.

- You love each other way too much for it to just be high school puppy love and everyone can tell.

- You are quite possibly the cutest couple in school and a lot of people envy you either because they’re single or because they’re relationships just isn’t like yours.

- He gets pretty jealous sometimes but will usually try to stay calm and steer you away from people you don’t know/those who are actually flirting with and making you uncomfortable. Every now and again you may have to break up a fight if the guy won’t lay off or if Daniel gets really riled up.

- Trying your best to calm him down when his temper gets the best of him.

- He’s not always understanding but he tries and you can always tell.

- He doesn’t say “I love you” often which makes the times when he does say it even more meaningful.

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[coolingdownanddrawing]

heres some idea’s for redesigns along with some bulletpoints on what I was thinking for story stuff involving remaking the series

Im having trouble reading off the screenshots so Im gonna write it out under the cut along with probably adding some ideas or expanding on the bullet lists (future me here: I wrote a Lot)

Sam Manson:

-Rich Activist, meaning she’s kinda blind to some troubles going on or doesnt full understand how others are doing financially, along with being raised in a house with people who arnt exactly empathetic and more focused on appearances then worker rights, sam can come off as shallow to others doing activist work.

 it could be a really interesting character arc for her to realize some of the things going on outside of her school and plants that she can help with, along with dealing with that sense of helplessness she feels at being to normal to help anyone she expresses in the show.

-Goth, but cheery? One thing i noticed in the show is how overall cheerful sam can come off while toting goth ideal’s, which may be a part of why she isnt shown to have many goth friends with them seeing her more as a poser becouse their teenagers and teenager Be like that sometimes.

 It’s not a problem in my book but it could be fun to see tucker or danny question it when in goth spaces and sam basically saying the truth that you dont have to be miserable to enjoy dark subject matter. maybe with tucker and danny getting a small interest in some of the “lesser” goth stuff sam introduces to them.

-fights everyone, becouse teenager with boundless energy and Ghosts attacking all the time. sam didnt fight much in the original series and thats a shame.

-facinated by ghost, becouse duh

-I was kinda thinking of her and tucker being introduced by them competing for class president, becouse that seem’s like a position both would be interested in and it be more interesting then having tucker face dash

Tucker Foley

-Likes to influence others is a general statment, but its true tucker likes to be involved in other peoples lives and generally have his oppinion affect people in possitive (or negative) ways. he likes seeing that his involvment matters and he suffers when people ignore him or take his oppinions for granted and id love to see stuff centered around this trait

-level 1 leader/planner, sorta connected to the influencing people thing I think tucker really would thrive in leadership roles that danny just isnt suited to handling, big mobs of people and sam on his side and he is a force to be recond with. Tucker thrives in getting big groups of people to side with him esspecially since technology profficientcy isnt a sign of weakness in this day and age. 

plus him working on his public speaking lines up with his motivation of wanting to be attactive to ladies. 

also Having him working on public speaking stuff and general people person scenario’s gives a lot of reason for the group to interact with the A listers in a less hostile scenario

-tech god I guess, becouse tucker foley

Dan Phantom

-Incarnation of discomfort being the unintentional (At least the first time) fusion of a stubborn 14 year old and his crazy 40 year old father figure with very different morals and oppinions makes existing very, very akward for dan, but great comedy fodder!

-dan is able to have legs or a ghostly tail whenever he pleases unlike vlad or danny, becouse I figured it be a good way to make fights more interesting and their fighting styles different becouse I want more vlad involvement and having  them be extra different types of ghosts makes watching either of them fight much more interesting

-wishes to not exist, esspecially in the presense of either danny or vlads love interests becouse WOW thats akward

-WAAAAY more powerful then danny and vlad, partially becouse making dan a final everything is going to hell desperate final action for danny and vlad would make dan’s appearances more interesting but also becouse of difference’s about vlad plasmius and danny phantom I will talk about when I get to them. 

Dan Discomfort Masters

-“Vlad’s nephew” becouse if you’re meeting this guy stuff has gone horrible wrong on the de-fusing front  and he needs a reason to be in either fenton on masters house hold to get whatever he needs to fix the ghost catcher 

- big ol liar pant’s, partially becouse danny and vlad are Huge Liars but also becouse of the whole, I need shit to stop existing 

-Trying to keep it together becouse he’s probably made to interact with people vlad and danny have Opinions On and honestly he cant decide if he wants to viciously prank jack at every oppertunity or punch himself for thinking of being mean to jack, among other such mixed feelings.

Vlad Masters

-Certified genius due to a number of thing’s including his obession, and becouse being smarter then jack makes him happy and if jack ever expressed interest in a subject He Must Be Better, he might not be trying to kill jack becouse he doesnt want to deal with a ghost hunter ghost for who knows how long but he wont be lesser then jack in ANYTHING.

-fruitloop, still has some backwards logic and morals such as having valarie become a ghost hunter to offer a sparring buddy to danny and whats a better motive to shoot at someone then they ruined their life right but he’s generally such a over the top bird brain trying to show off to everyone that fruitloop is the only description he can be given.

-less evil is a Big Thing, he’s still objectively not a very good man but I want him and danny working together and sharing a roof on the weekends but that means not shooting first and asking questions later on site, so a less evil vlad is needed, plus it just generally makes there interactions more fun and less dangerous which is what im going for, since walker can take over a lot of vlads antagonist role in the story plus danny and vlad making agreements to get stuff out of eachother sounds like a hell of a lot of fun, i liked eye for and eye vlad sue me.

- as a side not I want vlad to be a lot less physically fit and practiced with doing things as a human, seeing him as a man who lords his power over others when he can he prefers relaxing and working as plasmius more then masters, which affects his health and serves a purpose in story for a lesson id like made after watching phantom planet last night

Vlad Plasmius

-loving guardian in that he really, really does want to be a good father and mentor figure to danny even if their relationship is rocky due to long standing lies he’s been feeding him and how tight a grip vlad has on his familys financial health. as well as the whole snatching partial costody as soon as costudy was called into question after dannys accident (Ill get to that) vlad’s babysat in the past for the fenton which is part of it, along with his desire to be better at jack in every aspect.

-great implorer, in which he likes to get minions when he can and usually only grumbles if his minions already have plans when he calls for them, pays great by ghost zone and human standards and usually offers a full health plan, though skulkers case that full health plans is for when he gets his head up his ass and thinks he can actually get either danny or vlads pelt, one of skulkers suits is on vlads lab wall with a nice hole where its face should be as a reminder to those who cross him.

-only legs,  meaning he uses 100% more kicks and ground based attacks then danny and can kick below the bet where danny cant, this plus his fire core making him have to get creative lest he burn his surroundings to the ground has him fighting in a very different way to danny, along with his 20 years of experience. vlad tends to fight ghosts with less reason to leave the ghost zone, and invading lairs to get what he wants, leading to more serious encounters then what danny faces in the begining.

-loves dramatics, becouse vlad plasmius everybody he’s a cookyier villian here

-less evil and more ruthless and efficient to those who get in his way, that arnt who percieves as family 

-Plasmius’s obsession is teaching people lessons, in all the good and horrible ways that can imply. halfa’s have more broad and less restrictive obsessions then other ghosts which makes them more dangerous and able to ammas power.

Danny Fenton

-Fenton works heir, which is played up a lot more in this with vlad backing his family and giving them chances to disgrace themselves on public telivision and get shamed out of wherever their currently living, leading them on a series of moves throughout dannys life before amity park show off their inventions to the world! Since Jazz aggressively refused the role it fell on danny and he actually takes it pretty seriously, believing as a little bab in ghosts and being convinced of their evil from a young age by his parents which you can only imagine does great things for him when he becomes a halfa and learns unkie vlad is one as well.

-has been haunted by the creepy ghost boy title his whole like due to his situation and the fact he is usually made to assist in showing off his parents weapons publicly as a apprentice ghost hunter, one such invention was the fenton portal that had a wire loose during the presentation, when he went in and put it back the doors automatically shut him in and jack and maddie didnt notice he was in there still until the screaming started, this led to some public outcry over weather jack and maddie are fit to raise kids and vlad swooping in for partial costudy of both fenton children “to ease the masses, and besides he’s basically helped raise them anyway whats garenteed weekends at one of vlads places going to do?”  it was a sucky situation.

-bad reputation due to general protectiveness of his parents along with terrible social skills, along with his new trouble of hiding and controlling emerging ghost powers.He doesnt leave a initial good impression on sam and tucker when he first meets them as fenton, and people tend to avoid him to keep away from his parents wierdness anyhow.

-is less good in the traditional sense but wants to keep people safe and happy if he can help it, though its argueable if thats simply a manifestation of his obsession or if its just becouse he’s a sweet kid, once he gets it into his head that ghosts arnt always evil he tries really hard to be nice to ghost too and even tries to save them from his parents when he can. putting his neck out for them.

Danny Phantom

-just wants a lair is a shorthand for wanting to just experience regular ghost things when he’s going ghost, he’s less inclined to fight every ghost he see’s unless their actively hurting people and tries to talk them down, not wanting his afterlife filled with enemies when he officially keels over. 

he has big dreams for a super cool lair of his own that are explored upon the one time he’s split apart by the ghost catcher, mostly becouse phantom rips the  door to his room from its hinges and zooms into the ghost zone as soon as he’s out, found aimlessly wondering helplessly looking for the PERFECT location to start building. he tends to day dream about the lair of his dreams in class.

-no leg’s leading to more air combat and trying to immobalize people with his tail, usually fighting fairly though with his moments of cheap shots in partiicularly deadly battles,, he usually fights people like johnny 13 who mess with people then he does generally harmless ghosts like box ghost in the begining, plus with his in development abilities that include a versatile ice core his fights are more strategy  then sheer beat down or creative weapon making (or heating whatever metal the ghost is wearing to the point of insanity) 

Danny also has this little problem where he “died” in a anti ghost hazmat suit made of stuff to weaken and harm a ghost who comes in contact with jack and maddies little boy and it means its harder on him to access his powers, taking more energy to do things that most ghost would find easy like intangibilty and invisibility, which is a major problem for him esspecially at first, danny’s only made aware of this though vlads help and their working on a way to trick the hazmat suit into changing material with what danny was wearing under the suit, since its being difficult with changing on dannys command, he can put stuff over and under the suit but the suit itself is hard to make budge.  the outfit shown above is after danny learns how to at least add stuff over it with vlads help.

dan does not have problem’s with the material of his costume making him have access to all dannys abilities easily, along with vlads experience and power and dannys creative thinking dan gets the nickname of the ultimate enemy with good reason

- Loves exploring, esspecially the ghost zone its so interesting and full of enteraining characters and the food is Amazing at least in ghost form and vlad’s show him some pretty incredible places in the zone when they agree to work together in the sense of vlad stealing madde and jacks thermoses at the end of fenton fights and danny helping him spelunk in the ghost zone,  its a guilty pleasure to be able to show sam and tucker around when they become friends, natural portals are a tempation danny has a hard time ignoring when he see’s one, much to his loved ones annoyance.  wolf is a terrible enablr of a friend.

- due to his obession with proving himself (its the wording i go with now i might change it to something like control or being loved) danny tends to want people to like him and seeing a opertunity to get them to like him sorta throws him off balance and out of fight mode, usually leading to him cuddling up to them, in phantom form dannys a great cuddler. take caution though he’s been known to trick enemys into thinking he’s gone out of fight mode and either shove them into the nearest portal/thurmos or later freezing them where they stand.  dannys terrible with crowds, esspecially crowds of people who dont like him he freezeses up.

Danny to-tired-to-function (school and not working with parents danny)

-cant wait to to graduate, with no plans to go to college becouse he’s not paying for more hell

-is really in a bad place socially and mentally in the begining, but will become a lot happier once he befriends sam and tucker, though before that he tends to do some pretty desperate and embarrasing things to get attention and has a problem with letting people drag him into trouble on the promise of friendship.

Danny’s Chore’s list:

-deadly laundry with ectoplasm contaminated laundry machines to content with

-helping whoever wants to cook, cook, or being in charge of dinner most nights unless someone else wants to cook (breakfast is jazz’s job, maddie and jack are gently discouraged from cooking, jazz and danny usually or use to just grab take out for lunch if they had time)

-cleaning the lab

-dishes with ecto contaminated dishwasher are always a little dangerous damn appliances and their wills to reak havoc, jazz likes to help make sure it doesnt hurt anyone since its more dangerous then the laundry machines

-assembling weapons with parents for the vault, or incase of a huge ghost invasion so everyone has a chance at a weapon, danny usually just assembles the less dangerous stuff that doesnt require a lot of welding

-general house maintense, vacuuming and window cleaning while jazz mops and dusts 

-jazz cleans the weapons vault after learning dannys secret becouse its a lot less dangerous for her then for him and hes infinitly grateful

AND DONE thats some of my thoughts on what could be done with a re design of the characters and story beats listed, im tired of writing now but enjoyed getting this out

#danny phantom #danny fenton #sam manson #tucket foley #dan phantom #vlad masters #vlad plasmius #lot more words then normal

[artificialqueens]

Places Adore & Bianca Were Nearly Caught Having Sex, 1/? (Biadore) - Miss Alyssa Secret

If asked, Roy could name plenty of things they’d done together in fairly risky places over the years.  

Chapter One: There’d been countless messy, rushed mutual handjobs crammed into the same bunk during the Battle of the Seasons tour while the others slept just feet away.  Later that same tour, Bianca had nearly gotten caught fingering Adore backstage (Manila hadn’t seemed skeptical at their explanation of fixing her tuck). 

Smut, humor, and a side order of feelings.  Carryover from the events referenced in chapter six of “What Happens at DragCon…”.

Read and comment on AO3.

A/N: I had a few requests to expand on the list of incidents mentioned, so here they are (and a few more).  I haven’t set a chapter cap, so please feel free to suggest scenarios :) -MAS

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Battle of the Seasons

The Battle of the Seasons tour became infinitely more interesting once Roy and Danny started sharing a bed beyond the literal sense.  Rooming together had previously been a good way for Bianca to ensure that Adore was ready on time and they’d enjoyed each other’s company.  Now, it provided a conveniently innocent excuse to retire for the evening and fuck each other into the mattress with their sisters being none the wiser.

If it had ended there, behind the locked door only, that would have been one thing.  Unfortunately (or fortunately, depending on who was asked), it seldom stayed in appropriate places.

********

Danny had been beyond thrilled to learn that the constant stream of jokes aimed at Bianca and Roy about age and libido were as opposite to the facts as possible.  As open as the ABCD were, Roy had always been slightly circumspect with regards to his relationships, and almost completely silent about any trade he picked up.  He’d expected that Roy would be a devoted lover, but also that he might draw the line at getting off together more than once a day.  

Adore might be a bit slow, but he had never been happier to be wrong. 

He discovered this when they spent a lazy morning in bed on a day off, indulging in a room service breakfast and no plans until a noon shopping trip.  Breakfast was abandoned the moment Roy made a show of licking spilled syrup off his hand, lips pursed around a finger and cheeks hollowed.  Seeing the effect of his teasing, he set down his coffee moments before Danny pounced, and breakfast was forgotten in favor of sucking Danny off before reaching his own release between Danny’s round ass cheeks.

Afterwards, plates of now-cold waffles and fruit littered the table, the aforementioned syrup overturned in a puddle on the tray.  They finished the interrupted meal and kissed lazily until Danny’s dick began to stir again, encouraged by Roy’s quiet noises of satisfaction.  He made a comment about round two, tugging at Roy’s boxers, only to have him chuckle before pushing him out of bed and telling him to shower.  

Danny was a bit confused and disappointed, but prepared to take matters into his own hands, so to speak.  He’d been certain that Roy wouldn’t object to going again, especially since they had plenty of time before they had to be dressed and out of the hotel.  Sighing, he stepped under the spray, rinsing off the remains of their morning activities from his lower back and thighs.  His cock hardened further when he thought about how Roy had pinned him facedown to the bed while he was still riding out the aftershocks and used his ass without ever actually dipping inside.  Leaning back against the wall, he closed his eyes and began lazily stroking himself with soap-slick fingers, mentally replaying all of the filthy things Roy had whispered in his ear while they fucked.  

As he was picking up speed, the curtain snapped open with a rush of cold air.  Danny froze, cock still gripped tight in his fist, staring when a very naked Roy joined him under the spray.

“Just couldn’t wait for me, ehh?“  The water streamed down, rivulets dripping from Roy’s hair over his cheeks and lips.  (His hair was just long enough to curl, and he would probably start complaining soon about needing to get it cut.  Danny didn’t stop to think about how he knew that.) 

Danny continued staring as Roy reached past him for the soap, as if showering together was completely normal.

“Uhhhh…”

“Hmmm?“  Turning to rinse his shoulders, Roy’s back was on full display and Danny felt his mouth dropping open.  Again.  Bianca’s corsets didn’t do his torso justice, concealing the well-defined muscles leading down to a pair of dimples on his lower back ("And my ass,” he’d laughed to Danny during their third or fourth time.  “I wasn’t kidding on camera.”  “Huh?” “…didn’t you watch our season?” “Yeah, but…oh.  Oh!” “You’re lucky you’re cute.”)

Roy nudged the shower off, tossing a towel over Danny’s head.  

“C'mon, or don’t you want to do it in the bed?”

Danny trailed him damply out of the bathroom.  Roy had apparently been busy tidying their mess while Danny was fantasizing in the shower: all of the scattered dishes were neatly stacked on the tray, spilled coffee wiped off the table, and pillows retrieved from the floor.  

“Whuh? I thought you didn’t-”

Danny didn’t get a chance to finish the thought as Roy whipped the towel off and shoved him onto the sheets before climbing on top.   

“What?  I like to fuck clean, and you had syrup in your hair."  

******** 

Two cities later, the queens were busy bedding down for another night on the road.  Danny had grown increasingly sulky as it grew later, thinking about how Roy was so close (his bunk was directly above Danny’s) but they couldn’t mess around in such close quarters.

Again?  Couldn’t have been more wrong.

Danny moped down the narrow hallway after brushing his teeth, nearly tripping over Sharon’s shoes.  Roy had gone to bed earlier, barely giving him a glance as he passed by downstairs.  Danny paused outside his own bunk, debating whether he should peek in and see if he could steal a kiss goodnight.

As he pulled the curtain back, a hand shot out and grabbed his wrist, tugging him forward.

”Oww!” Danny’s forehead collided painfully with the frame.

”Shhhh!” They both froze, listening for any signs of movement.  Luckily, it didn’t seem that anyone had heard.

Roy tugged again.  “Get in here.”

”What?”

”Oh my fucking god.  Did you hit your head that hard?”

”No?”

Still rubbing his head, Danny slipped into the dark space.  Roy had his phone screen on, illuminating his impatient expression where he waited pressed against the wall.  His hair was pillow-mussed, and he carefully folded his glasses onto the shelf as Danny closed the curtain again behind him.  There was just enough room for them both, Roy’s slender legs tangled with Danny’s.

”I dunno if this is a good idea.”

Danny couldn’t believe he was being the voice of reason.

“Why not?”

”Aren’t you, like, what if someone hears us?”

”With Jinkx snoring?  I think we’re safe.  And,” Roy leaned forward, molding his body against Danny’s, who swallowed when he felt the erection nudging his hip.  “We’re not full on fucking in here.”

“I don’t think I can blow you in here?” Geometry wasn’t Danny’s strong suit, but he was fairly sure he couldn’t scrunch down far enough to reach the interesting parts with his mouth.  And even if he could, there wasn’t enough vertical space to, well, fit Roy’s deliciously large cock in his mouth without hitting his head.

Rolling his eyes, Roy settled back against the wall.  “Don’t be ridiculous.”  He kicked off his boxers and tugged Danny’s down to his knees.  Grabbing Danny’s hand, he licked the palm before directing it down to his own dick.  “I know you know what to do with that.”

Danny frowned.  “I can jerk off by myself.”

The Bianca stare Roy directed at him was distinctly unimpressed.

”All right!  All right.”  It only took a few strokes for his cock to harden, and he leaned forward for a kiss, confused when Roy planted a hand on his chest to hold him back.

”…uhhh, B?”

”Keep going.  Don’t touch me.”

”What about you?”

Roy’s smile was pure sin.  “I want to watch.”

Danny’s cock jumped in his hand.  They’d done quite a few things, but somehow jerking off in front of Roy when they weren’t otherwise fucking seemed awfully…kinky.  Roy’s grin widened the moment he saw it click.

Danny let his eyes fall half closed, watching Roy through his lashes as he gradually sped up the pace of his strokes.  It was a bit awkward using the arm he was lying on, but nothing he couldn’t ignore.  Glancing down, he could see Roy teasing the head of his own cock, and the sight sent a surge of lust straight to his balls.

The barely-there moan on an exhale made his eyes snap fully open again.  He knew that sound.  Roy’s lips were parted, breath coming faster.  His other hand had disappeared below the neckline of his loose shirt, and Danny would bet that he was playing with his own nipples

Unsure whether exhibition was intended with the voyeurism, Danny decided that putting on a bit of a show wouldn’t be a bad thing.  He sucked on the middle and index fingers of his free hand, watching Roy’s pupils blow even wider open.  Trailing the wet fingers down his chest, he made a point of pinching both nipples before before rubbing those same fingers over his leaking cock head.  

Pleased that he had Roy’s unblinking attention, Danny slid his hand further down, cupping his balls before delving further back.  Slowly, he rolled onto his back, knees splayed as wide open as he could manage in the narrow space.  Arching up, he circled the slick fingers around his hole before slipping the tip of one inside.  

Roy’s panting and hand had both picked up speed, and Danny reveled in the feeling of the stare caressing his body.  He rolled his hips with every stroke, thrusting up into his fist and back down again, finger fucking himself.  Ass play wasn’t one of his favorite things unless he was in the mood, but it was worth it to watch Roy grow steadily more aroused.  

For a few minutes there was nothing but the sensuous sound of skin on skin and choked-off moans.

In the dark enclosed space, everything felt more intimate as they lay close but not touching, breath ghosting  over each other’s mouth.  Roy’s ridiculous dick-sucking lips were even more swollen than usual, and Danny slowly ran his tongue over his own, flicking the tip out suggestively.

” ‘M close,” he whispered, eyes falling closed.  “Fuck, I’m gonna come.”

He barely had time to be surprised when Roy pulled his hand off and replaced it with his own, before orgasm hit and he came in hot spurts over Roy’s fist.  Roy stroked him through it, finally bringing their lips together to swallow Danny’s moans and whimpers.  

As soon as the aftershocks settled, Danny surged up, rolling Roy onto his back and nearly hitting his head on the low ceiling in the process.  Mouths still connected, he wrapped his fingers around Roy’s cock.  It only took a few quick strokes before Roy spilled out his own release.

They slowly came down together, breathing returning to normal bit by bit.  Danny had just started to wonder how he was going to clean the cum off his hand (licking it was out of the question - that was only sexy straight from the source, so to speak) when Roy produced a towel from under the pillow.  As he wiped them both down, Danny yawned, lethargy stealing over him.  Roy finished cleaning them up, balled up the towel in a plastic bag (Danny didn’t ask how far ahead he’d planned this), and pulled both of their underwear back on.  

Danny felt too drained to move, but he knew he should probably drop into his own bunk before they both fell asleep.  

“M’gonna…I should go.”

”I know.”  Roy didn’t sound terribly awake himself.  “Just stay here a minute, yeah?”  

“ ‘Kay.”  Danny let Roy gather him close, head pillowed on his shoulder.

”B?”

”…mmm?”

”I should…yeah.”

”Mmmhmmm.”

Roy thanked foresight for getting them both dressed again when Michelle went to wake everyone up the next morning and found Danny still spooning him.  He used his carefully pre-planned excuse (“He was probably drunk, you know?  I woke up with him here and couldn’t get him to move.”)  Michelle seemed more interested in the coffee Alaska had already started and gave him a distracted nod before heading off.

Crisis averted and cuddling.  

********

Half an hour to show time, and queens buzzed back and forth in the dressing room doing final touches.  Bianca had claimed a corner for herself and Adore (so normal by now that no one commented), and was moving around helping style wigs and contour, her own prep long since completed.  

As she finished checking the glue at Alaska’s hairline, Adore’s  voice rang out.

”Hey B?  Can you come help me with something?”

”What is it now?” Bianca didn’t look up from testing the stability of Alaska’s gravity-defying pouf.  

”Just come here!”

”Go on,” Alaska made shooing motions.  “Make sure she hasn’t broken anything.”

They shared a laugh, and Bianca headed towards the bathroom.  Inside, she found Adore perched on the counter, swinging her legs idly.  Her loose dress was tucked up out of the way, fishnets around her ankles, and one hand down the front of her panties.  

“Don’t even try to tell me you need help tucking,” Bianca began in a dry tone.

”I dunno B,” Adore winked at her, her wrist moving in a suspicious rhythm.  “Like I know my dick should touch my ass, but I can’t when it’s so hard.”

”You,” Bianca kicked the door the rest of the way shut and moved closer, “are insatiable.”

”I’m pretty sure that was you humping my ass this morning.

”I didn’t hear you complaining.”

Bianca stopped between Adore’s spread thighs, resisting only a moment before she ducked down for a kiss.  

“Watch the lipstick, bitch,” she muttered without heat when Adore tugged her bottom lip playfully.

“We’ve got time for a quickie.”  

“No, we don’t because some of us are wearing four pairs of tights and pads and have our dicks taped down.”

She pressed a few more kisses to Adore’s pouting mouth, moaning quietly when fingers trailed over her painted collarbone.  

“I’m so fucking horny, come on, please?”

Bianca straightened the messy wig, checking for stray bobby pins out of habit.  

“Not now.  Finish getting dressed, behave, and I’ll blow you during intermission.”  She leaned closer, lips barely brushing Adore’s ear as she whispered, “I’ll even let you fuck my face.”

Adore whimpered, eyes glazing over.

”I have to change my wig anyway, so you can mess it up.”

“Hey!”

”Best offer you’re gonna get.  Otherwise you can wait till after the after party and take the chance that I’ll be too drunk to get it up.”

It was an empty threat, and they both knew it.

“You’re never too drunk to fuck me.”

“…you really want something up your ass that bad?”  Bianca’s lips hovered over Adore’s.  Up close, her lipstick shimmered with an iridescent oil slick of colors, tongue darting out impishly.  

Adore’s eyes widened and she nodded eagerly.  Unhooking the fingerloop from her hand, Bianca stared at her while rolling up her sleeve.  She shouldn’t have been surprised when Adore reached into her bra and fished out a packet of lube.

”What were you planning to do if that fell out onstage?”

”Tell them I borrowed the bra from you?”

Instead of replying, Bianca pulled Adore’s hand out of her panties, pausing to lick the pre-come off her palm.  A gentle shove got Adore to slouch back against the mirror, eyes dark with anticipatory lust.  She hooked the black fabric to the side, gave the exposed balls a tickling caress, and pulled Adore’s hand down to hold the elastic out of the way.

Bianca thoroughly coated a couple of fingers with lube, propping the packet up on the edge of the sink (no point in losing track of it and getting it on her gown).  Adore shifted on the counter, other hand moving down under her thigh to grip and spread herself wide open.

”You sure?” Bianca stroked the sensitive skin around her hole in slow circles, watching as Adore’s cock twitched inside her panties.  “You’re gonna have to perform with lube dripping out of your ass.”

”Shut up and fuck me.”

She didn’t waste any more time with teasing, plunging both fingers in up to the knuckle and slapping her other hand over Adore’s mouth to muffle the moan.  

“You,” Bianca’s tone was conversational even as she twisted her fingers just to see Adore’s eyes roll back, “are such a slut.”

Adore hummed in agreement, and Bianca added a third finger.  

“We fucked this morning and you still can’t get enough, can you?”

Adore’s head lolled back and forth in agreement.

”I fucked you wide open on my cock.”

Adore got off hard on dirty talk, and she was only too happy to oblige. Bianca felt her tuck growing tight but trusted the tape to hold.  They had to be running out of time, and she thrust her fingers in harder and faster, mimicking their activities from the morning.  Adore was back to stroking her erection, eyes clenched shut.

”Only for me.”  Bianca didn’t know where the assertion came from, tightening her hand over Adore’s mouth as she nodded.

”You’re always so fucking tight. I know you say you’re a top, but look at you begging me to fill your greedy ass.  That what you want?”

Adore’s lipstick was going to be smeared all over her palm by the time they were done, mouthing words and broken off moans under the cover of Bianca’s hand.

”I’m gonna tie your hands together so you can’t touch yourself.”

Bianca hoped she wasn’t crossing a line, but they’d have to have that conversation another time.  Adore clenched around her fingers as she said it, so it probably wasn’t too much.  

“I’ll fuck you for hours like that, angel.  See if you can come just from my cock in you.  You’d like that?”

She pulled her hand off Adore’s mouth for a reply, watched her forehead crease into the frown that meant she was close to coming.

As she thrust her fingers in as deep as possible, two things happened in rapid succession.

Adore came with a strangled cry, her hole pulsing around Bianca’s fingers, and somehow managing not to get any cum on either of their dresses.

A moment later, the unlocked (Bianca kicked herself.  How had she forgotten to lock it?) door opened and Manila popped her head in.  

“Hey guys, I thought I heard yelling?  Michelle wants us all up in- “ Manila’s voice trailed off, taking in Adore’s flushed face and the position of Bianca’s hands.  “Ummm, guys?”

Fuck.

Bianca rapidly schooled her face into an expression of long-suffering patience, simultaneously tugging Adore’s dress down to hide her crotch and knocking the packet of lube into the sink.  She turned to face Manila, wet fingers carefully held behind her back.  There wasn’t anything she could do about her sleeve, but hopefully Manila wouldn’t notice.

”Delano tried tucking and twisted a nut.”  It was a stretch, but Bianca could sell bullshit better than anyone.  It had happened to a few queens she knew over the years, and was at least plausible.  With luck, Adore’s just-fucked expression might be mistaken for one of agony instead of ecstasy.  

Miraculously, Manila seemed to believe the explanation, her own face creasing in pained sympathy.  

”Oh fuck, sorry Adore!  Should I tell Michelle? Does she need a doctor?”

Bianca didn’t stop to wonder why she didn’t realize that had it actually been the case, Adore would have been in much worse shape.

“No, I think we’re okay now.  Tell Michelle we’ll be up as soon as I get pizza party back into her tights?”

Nodding, Manila closed the door again, off to doubtless create a wave of sympathy that she hoped wouldn’t backfire.  She was endlessly grateful for the hay fever that meant no one would be able to smell the cum Adore still had clenched in her hand.

Adore looked dazed as Bianca blotted up the evidence with damp paper towels, groaning in protest when she spread her open to wipe up the leftover lube.  Bianca boosted her down from the counter, waiting impatiently for her wobbly legs to steady.

Rolling her sleeve back down, she checked for any spots she might have missed, relieved when Adore’s brain came back online and she could hold up her own weight

”You,” she muttered while tucking the now-limp cock back into Adore’s panties and pulling her fishnets up, “are so fucking lucky Manila bought that.” 

#rpdr fanfiction #bianca del rio #adore delano #biadore #smut #humor #places adore and bianca were nearly caught having sex #missalyssasecret #submission #canon compliant #tour fic #dragcon

[flowerfan2]

Bound To Be Together - Chapter 13 (9.13)

McDanno, M, A03 A continuous story of Season 9 codas exploring the bond between Steve and Danny as they grow even closer.

Chapter 13 (9.13)

Steve’s still feeling a little shocky when he thinks about his team’s latest close call, even though Tani and Junior assure him that the only lasting effect from their sixteen hours in the hyperbaric chamber was an intense case of boredom.  Adam takes the day off, but the kids do seem fine, so much so that by the end of the day they’re demanding that everyone go out for drinks to celebrate a job well done.

Steve, however, is exhausted, and he still has a ton of paperwork to do.  He tells the team he’ll meet up with them in a little while, and gives himself a ten minute break to put his head down on his desk before he gets back to work.  It’s not something he’s accustomed to doing, but there’s no question that his crazy free dive yesterday has taken it out of him.

And if he’s honest with himself, he’s also avoiding Danny.  Danny’s given him time to figure his shit out, but in typical McGarrett fashion when it comes to relationships, he’s still procrastinating.  Although he thinks he made a little progress yesterday, finally asking Danny what was up with him and Rachel.  If only they had had a slightly longer walk before they found the body, he might have gotten more information.  But he’s pretty sure Danny told him there’s nothing going on.

Then Steve had to go and pull another of what Danny will likely call one of his stunts.  Danny had hardly protested; Steve can’t decide if Danny refrained because he’s just gotten tired of arguing with him, or if he realized that if Steve did nothing three of their closest friends (and all the scientists trapped on the underwater lab) would be dead.  The look on Danny’s face when he pulled Steve back up out of the water, the way Danny looked at him when Steve sat gasping for air… it was hard to decipher.  

Danny wasn’t angry at Steve, not like he was when Steve jumped into the stupid sand processing machine to catch a perp.  But he was holding something back.  Danny’s trying to give Steve his space, Steve thinks, and it turns out Steve doesn’t much like it.

 What he wants is his old Danny back, the one that says whatever’s on his mind, that will rant and wave his hands around, that isn’t afraid to raise his voice and argue with Steve. But Steve’s gone and made everything between them awkward, and Steve’s too much of a chicken to fix it.

 Even their time with Grace is weird these days.  Danny’s overprotective of her, with good reason, but while he’s happy to let Steve see her as well, he didn’t exactly invite him over for breakfast.  Danny wouldn’t even make Steve any pancakes.  He didn’t even laugh when Steve joked about it.

 Steve finally forces himself to pick his head up off his desk and stop sulking.  He’s got to actually do the paperwork he talked about, or when Monday comes everyone will know he was making excuses.

 An hour or so has gone by when his phone rings.  The governor wants a full down-run of the Nostromo situation, and then somehow the conversation turns to the governor’s friend’s nephew who wants to go to West Point and is looking for some advice on the application process and how to get a congressional nomination.  Steve doesn’t have a lot of recent information on the subject, but he’s got some friends that might be able to help, and he goes down a bit of a rabbit hole online to find the governor some information that might be useful.  

 It’s a good way to procrastinate some more.  With any luck, the team will finish up soon and he’ll be off the hook, free to go home and fall into bed without anyone having to witness how freaking tired he is.

 When he gets off with the governor, he turns back to his case report, and he’s just finessing the language about Junior’s clever use of the rescue beacon (which probably saved his life) when his phone rings again.

 “You’re not so old that you completely ignore all texts, are you?  Because I refuse to believe it, but I can be convinced.”  It’s Tani, sounding peeved.  There’s music in the background, and he can hear Junior enthusiastically butchering the lyrics to Bohemian Rhapsody.

 “Officer Rey, how can I help you?”  Steve says.

 “We’re still at Rumfire, bossman, waiting for you.”

 Steve glances at this watch. It’s after ten.  Oops.  “Um, Tani, I’m not sure-”

 “Don’t say it.  Do not say it.  Just get your ass over here.”

 “Really, I’m pretty tired-”

 There’s a deep sigh over the phone.  “You really haven’t read any of my texts tonight, have you?”

 He hasn’t.  And he has the feeling it’s too late.  “I’ve been on the phone with the governor.”  This is at least true, although definitely not the only reason he’s still at headquarters.

 “I’m sure that’s terribly important.  But your BFF is important too, right?”

 Steve’s stomach lurches. “What’s wrong with Danny?”

 Tani snorts.  “At least that got your attention.  He’s five sheets to the wind, as they probably say in the Navy, or at least they did back in the olden days.  And he won’t leave until you get here.”

 “What do you mean?”

 “He keeps saying he’s waiting for you.  ‘I’m waiting for that dumbass,’ are actually the words Danny used.  Multiple times.  Emphasis on ‘dumbass.’”

 Shit.  “But he’s okay?”

 Tani sighs, and mutters something that sounds very much like “you’re both dumbasses,” but Steve doesn’t call her on it.

 “Yes, Danny’s fine. But he’s totally wasted, and I think you should come get him.”

 Steve gets to the bar as quickly as he can, and tries to not wonder too much about what Danny really means when he says he’s “waiting” for Steve.  He’s pretty sure it’s not just Danny wanting Steve to come have mai tai’s (although they do make killer mai tai’s at Rumfire).

 The traffic is ridiculous in Waikiki, and the crowds of people along Kalakaua Avenue do nothing for Steve’s nerves.  He finally makes it through the Sheraton and into the bar.

 The place is packed, as it usually is on a Friday night, and it takes him a while to push through the sweaty crowds to find his team.  Junior and Lou are sitting at a table, the remains of what look like several orders of kalua pork nachos and shrimp bao in front of them.  Steve nods hello and grabs a handful of chip crumbs.  He scans the room quickly.  “Where’s everyone else?”

 Junior points towards the DJ, and Steve squints his eyes.  He really doesn’t want to get even closer to the pounding music, but it seems like he doesn’t have much choice.

 “Danny’s been asking about you,” Lou says, his face neutral, and Steve wants to kick himself.  Did he really think he could ignore Danny and his team wouldn’t notice?

 “I know,” Steve says. “I’ll go find him.”

 “Don’t forget to put on your dancing shoes,” Lou says, smirking, and Steve just sighs.

 When he finds Tani and Danny in the crowd, he can’t help but smile.  They’re dancing to that dumb song every beach-side resort in Oahu loves to play, Danny twirling Tani around and then jumping up and down as they cheer “cake by the ocean!”

 Danny spots Steve and his eyes light up.  He dances over, arms waving over his head like he’s at a middle school party.  He sings in Steve’s face, “You’re a real life fantasy, a real life fantasy!”

 “Hey, Danno,” Steve says. Danny’s dress shirt is rumpled, and his eyes are wide and bright.

 “Dance with me, Steve,” Danny says, shimmying up close and then grabbing Tani by the arm to bring her into the circle.  “Dance with us.”

 He can hardly say no, even though he can’t rival Danny and Tani’s excitement.  Steve grins at the two of them, and does his best to play along, letting the music take over and move his body.  

 Steve’s not sure how Danny knows all the words to the song.  He blames Grace.  But it’s surely not Grace’s fault that Danny keeps throwing flirty looks at Steve while he twists and turns, all head tilts and shoulder rolls.  “Let’s lose our minds and go fucking crazy, ah ya ya ya, I keep on hoping we’ll eat cake by the ocean.”

 Finally the song ends, and Steve swings an arm over Danny’s shoulders.  He’s sweaty and warm, and his thin shirt is damp.  Steve would really like to just hug him tight and breathe him in, but he can’t.  Not here, not now.

 “Time to go, partner,” Steve says, guiding Danny back towards their table.  Thankfully Lou and Junior are getting up, and Tani’s putting on her jacket, clearly indicating that the party is over.

 “I waited for you,” Danny says plaintively, and Steve allows himself a little half-hug with the arm he’s still got wrapped around Danny.  

 “I know, buddy.  I’ll drive you home.”

 Danny seems pleased with this, and practically giggles as Steve shuffles him out of the bar.  He’s really drunk, drunker than Steve has seen him in a long time, and is leaning heavily on Steve.

 Steve exchanges a look with Junior that he hopes communicates something along the lines of “how did you let this happen,” but Junior doesn’t seem to quite get it. Getting wasted in a very public, very tourist friendly bar isn’t really the right image for Five-0, and somebody should have done something about it… Steve pushes away the thought that the somebody in question was supposed to be him, and concentrates on making sure Danny doesn’t mow over any pedestrians as they make their way down the street.

 Steve is hoping Danny will sober up a little by the time they get back to his house, but he still seems pretty out of it as they go inside.  

 “You should go to sleep, Danny,” Steve says, as Danny pauses in the foyer.  “I’ll get you some water.  Sleep it off, you’ll feel better in the morning.”

 Danny gives Steve a challenging look and shakes his head.  “I’m not tired.  Let’s watch a movie.”

 “I don’t feel like a movie, and it’s late.”

 Danny pulls away from Steve and flops down on the couch, patting the spot next to him.  “I’m not asking you to hike the Himalayas, Steve. Just watch a movie with me.”  It’s the least you can do, Danny seems to be saying, after blowing me off tonight.  

 “Fine.”  Steve gets them each a glass of water first, and then joins Danny on the couch.  Danny’s got the remote in his hands, but he hasn’t even turned on the television.

 Steve’s about to take the remote and try to move things along, maybe rewatch a nice familiar Marvel movie,  when suddenly he’s got a lap full of drunk Danny.

 “I’m tired of waiting, Steve,” Danny says.  He’s straddling Steve, pushing him back against the couch.  His hand rove over Steve’s chest and shoulders, making his skin tingle.  “I’m tired of playing ball.”

 Danny leans in and kisses Steve, hard and desperate.  Steve can taste the liquor on his breath, and he moans as Danny thrusts firmly against his groin.

 “Danny,” Steve says, his mind spinning.  “Danny, no…”

 Danny sits up, still pressing down on Steve’s rapidly growing erection.  “No, what, exactly?”  Suddenly Danny doesn’t seem quite as drunk.  “No to us?  I asked you to think about it, Steve, I didn’t think you’d need to take a sabbatical to figure it out.”

 “No to…” Steve struggles to find a way to do this without pissing Danny off permanently.  “You’re drunk.”

 “And you know how I feel -  I’m not the one with a consent issue,” Danny replies bitingly.  “You’re sober as fuck.  So what’s it gonna be?”  

 “Danny…”  Steve wants to tell Danny how he feels, he really does, but the words just won’t come.

 Danny sighs, the fight going out of him.  “Give me something to work with here, Steve.  I miss you.  And I was so goddamned scared yesterday.  What you did… not many people can do that.  You’re not a kid, you don’t train for that now.  There was a good possibility you weren’t going to make it up, not alive. I couldn’t stop you, but, dammit, I was so scared.  When you finally broke the surface,” Danny swallows hard, and meets Steve’s eyes.  “I love you.  I don’t want to wait any longer to do something about it.”

 Danny’s voice cracks, and Steve can’t take it anymore. He lunges up and catches Danny’s mouth in a kiss, hands clutching at his shoulders.  Danny gets a hand in Steve’s hair and tugs, and then they’re frantically shedding their clothes and scrambling for a more comfortable position on the couch.

 “I wanna blow you,” Danny says, scooting down and nipping at Steve’s hip.  “Let me blow you.”

 Steve mumbles out his assent and then Danny’s mouth is on him, hot and wet and if he was a little younger, he’d be coming already.  But Danny slows down and takes his time, sucking the tip and then sinking down, doing something amazing with his tongue and then rising up and doing it over and over again.  

 “Fuck, Danny,” Steve groans, as the pressure intensifies.  “Danny, I’m…”

 Danny just looks up at him, eyes wide and mouth stretched, and Steve finally comes in a burst of pleasure that nearly whites him out.  When he recovers, he flips them over, nearly knocking them both to the floor, and gets his hand around Danny’s throbbing cock.  With his other hand he works over Danny’s nipples, kissing up and down his neck and collarbone.  

 Danny is letting loose a stream of profanities, his hands squeezing Steve’s ass as he writhes underneath him, hips thrusting and stuttering as he gets close.  When he finally comes with a low moan, he goes almost limp, except for one arm still wrapped tightly around Steve’s shoulders.

 Steve finally extracts himself and goes to the bathroom, returning with a wet towel to clean them up. But Danny is fast asleep, and no amount of cajoling will get him to move off the couch.  Steve covers him with a blanket and plants himself in the armchair for the night, not wanting to leave Danny alone.  

 He realizes, as he sits and waits for exhaustion to overtake him, that he’s still not really sure what’s up with Danny and Rachel.  Steve’s pretty sure that in this case, actions speak louder than words.  He just hopes he hasn’t made a mistake.

#H50 #9.13 #episode coda #mcdanno #my fic

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! Lovely blog you have here! I have found so many fics I didn't know existed, so I thank you! Was wondering if you know of any fics where Stiles is just done, he just can't take anymore. So he decides to leave and maybe the pack or Derek beg him to stay but he just can't. Eventually he comes back and Sterek gets there happy ever after??? I've read like 2 but I am not sure of tags for this. Any help will be amazing, thank you!

AND

Anonymous said: Do you have any fic where Derek and/or the pack hurt Stiles to push him away of them and keep him safe but with him not comming back to them after finding their real reasons? I'm really tired of those and I'd really like to see Stiles being really mad and hurt about them not letting him make his own decisions (Bonus: Steter, but not necessarily, like any fic with said prompt would be great)

I combined these two and updated the Stiles Kicked Out of the Pack Tag. In some he comes back and some he doesn’t. And since it’s an update it’s various pairings. - Anastasia

Never broken just bent by Deathgirl777

(1/? I 293 I Not Rated I Sciles)

Stiles got kick/or push out of the pack. But save the whole pack three months from a monster (Greek) and he's past come and bites him in the ass hard 

Plot Twist: Jackson and Isaac Choose Stiles by Sempiternal

(1/1 I 585 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

Just a little a one shot. Scott kicks Stiles out of the pack, and surprisingly, Jackson and Isaac have something to say about it.

Pressure by JustATaste

(2/? I 1,053 I Not Rated I Sterek)

Stiles has to get away from the pressure.

So he leaves Beacon Hills.

All Across the Tightrope by CurlyLahey (orphan_account)

(1/? I 1,404 I Explicit I Stiles/Barry Allen)

Stiles Stilinski felt as if he lost it all the day Garrett bit him, he was his Beta now. Garrett had murdered his dad, Scott and the pack shunned him and Derek left him for Braeden. The only friends he had were Isaac, Theo and Brett; the only ones who were willing to stick by him.

In a fit of rage, Stiles kills Garrett and becomes an Alpha; to top it all off, a vampire breaks into his house and just in time for the last semester of senior year too.

Stiles and his pack of Betas leave Beacon Hills to attend college and as they expand the pack along the way, they also gain some extraordinary allies in the process and it's then this pack of misfits realize you can find a home in the most unlikliest of people and places.

Oh and they kick some serious ass too.

you'll be sorry in the morning by Cantabo

(1/1 I 1,706 I Teen I Sterek)

“Hey, where the hell is Stilinski?”

No one called, until someone did. by queen_of_OTPs

(1/1 I 4,419 I Mature I Sterek)

Stiles found that he hadn’t spoken more than necessary since August. Gone were the rambling rants, extravagant gestures, and range of vocal tones. Monotone sentences that were cut with sharp edges, words like knives and tone like venom.

No one had called.

True Spark Stiles by Kosu

(2/? I 5,724 I Teen I Sterek)

Everything has happened exactly like in Teen Wolf until Season 5. Except everyone is captured and dies tragically confronting the Dread Doctors and the only survivor is Stiles, who has undergone through many experiments. It unlocks his unlimited hidden Spark. It is a leftover from the Nogitsune and including the loss of the Pack it brings upon his madness. No matter what. Stiles is gonna fix everything.

It is only after years, that he has finally gathered everything for the Pack’s resurrection. However, something goes amiss and it sends him to the past instead, where he haunts his seven year old self. Everything will soon unfold. The Hale fire.

Stiles has a plan and decides not to involve his Pack. It's to keep them safe. However, nothing goes according to the plan. Not with the Pack...

Deception by cecld

(9/? I 6,762 I Not Rated I No Pairing)

They left me here...

In this supernatural realm. The sorcerous's domain. I'm his slave, he trapped me here...

I was surprised and hurt how easily it was for my pack to let me go.

So really...

They shouldn't have been so surprised and hurt at how easy it was for me to let them go.

Why should I even go outside of this realm?

I'm home.

Fine Again by SilasSolarius

(4/? I 10,308 I Mature I Stiles/OMC)

Stiles has been hiding a few very important secrets from everyone around him. When tragedy strikes him under their noses, they start to discover just how much they don't know.

The Promised Land by StaciNadia

(1/1 I 10,952 I General I Sterek)

Pushed away from the pack, Stiles has had enough of Beacon Hills.

Molotov Cocktail by CurlyLahey

(6/? I 10,957 I Explicit I Stiles/Everyone)

Stiles had never been sure where his place in the pack was but one day, Derek had no problem reminding him that he didn't have one in the first place.

A dejected and distraught Stiles mostly spends his time with Danny. Skyping Isaac and Jackson is a necessity and the three are inseparable; well as inseparable as one can be from an ocean apart.

Then he and Danny meets Aria, a Fairy with sarcasm oozing out of her very pores. The three form an unlikely (not really) bond during the last few months of school that lead into summer and when Isaac and Jackson come back for junior year, it's a hell of a ride.

The five begin to venture into uncharted waters in the form of feelings for each other. It's a fire, a hungry and raging fire they're all too willing to feed.

Who would have guessed; the Werewolf, the Fairy, the Kanima/Werewolf Hybrid, its Master/Witch and the Elemental (Yes, Danny can control the elements). One thing you can count on is the Hale-McCall Pack suffering and definitely missing out.

Limits by HeadmasterFelix

(4/? I 13,131 I Explicit I Steter)

Stiles has fallen from the man he used to be, pushed to the edge by the monstrous nature of Beacon Hills as well as a strained relationship with Scott and his pack. When he hits his limit, he takes his future into his own hands, and Peter finally gets what he's been after for so long.

Love will win in the end by evilcupcake

(11/? I 18,660 I Mature I Steter I Rape)

The last thing she remembers is scoring the winning goal and then Jackson dying. The lights had gone out and someone had shoved a sweet-smelling cloth over her nose and mouth. She remembers struggling and then the world got dark. She didn't get a look at who attacked her but she did feel that the person had major muscles and that they were taller. She could feel their breath on the back of her neck and it made the hairs stand up.

With You, I Belong by brandileeder

(12/? I 24,396 I Mature I Deucalion/Stiles I Rape)

Despite Stiles doing all he can to help 'his' pack, the continue to toss him to the side. The undervalue and under appreicate him, and honestly, Stiles repects himself too much.So he leaves.But then the Alpha Pack is there, and Deucalion is there, and maybe, just maybe they aren't all that evil after all.

or the bad friend scott and bad alpha derek and stiles leaves the pack fic that I really, really wanted man

We'll be Better Around the Second Time by Cantabo

(12/12 I 26,589 I Mature I Sterek)

It's been months. Months of fading contact with the pack. Months of the silent treatment from his father. Months of nothing but himself and the occasional lesson with Deaton to entertain him.

It's too much, and eventually, Stiles leaves.

For years, everything goes great, until of course his dad gets injured, and he is suddenly forced to deal with people he thought he left behind in his past for good.

OR: Stiles gets pushed out of the pack, hits the road, makes new friends, learns how to grow up, and falls in love.

Well shit, Sourwolf by ColdHeartedBitch

(39/? I 29,809 I Not Rated I Sterek I Girl!Stiles)

Derek left Beacon Hills. Stiles is 17 and pregnant. Her father kicked her out, the Pack don't give a shit about her since her baby is Derek's. Somehow, she manages to find new family and home. Derek finds her and tries to win her forgiveness.

#teen wolf #sterek #stiles stilinski #derek hale #steter #peter hale #anon #stiles kicked out of pack #Anonymous

[tilltheendwilliwrite]

Canadian Girl*

Chapter Thirteen

Previous Chapter

Pairing: Steve Rogers x OFC  |  Word Count: 4841 Warnings: Angst, mention of a past abusive relationship, Smut, NSFW (18+), stereotyping of Canadians (I'm allowed, I am one)

Kennedy pressed her hands to her face and rocked ever so slightly back and forth. Her heart was pounding so hard it felt as if it was going to burst right from her chest. All her old fears, her faults, and her failings had just been thrown right back in her face.

He hadn’t said more than a handful of words, but it all came back like a wave of loathing and pain with the first glimpse of his smug face.

She’d done a good job with her false bravado, but the adrenalin had worn off, and now she couldn’t stop shaking.

“Kennedy?” Natasha called quietly in the empty room.

Heeling away the tears which had escaped down her face, Kennedy cleared her throat. “Ye-yeah, Nat?”

“You did really well,” she said, placing her hand on the outside of the stall door.

Gasping a rather wet chuckle, Kennedy leaned her head against the wall, knocking her hat askew. Finishing up, she left the stall and headed for the sink, not bothering to look in the mirror as she washed her hands. “He made me feel so…” She shook her head.

Nat waited for her to be done before handing her a damp towel. “Your makeup’s running.” She watched carefully as Kennedy lifted the towel to drag it beneath her eyes, never once turning to check the mirror. “He’s wrong you know.”

Clearing her throat again, Kennedy muttered, “I know…”

Nat leaned against the counter. “Don’t let him drag you back to where you were six years ago, Kennedy.”

Sighing, Kennedy laid the papers down on the counter, looking at the streaks of makeup which marred the towels. “I’m not you, Natasha. I’m not strong and confident, not in this. I let him break me down, could see it happening, and still, I let him take all of me apart. Piece by piece. Chipping away at who I’d been. How weak am I that I let him do that to me?”

“You’re not asking the right question, Kennedy,” Nat said, taking her hands. “You should be asking what kind of twisted person does that to another person. Sweetie that man would find faults and flaws in whatever woman he was with.”

She knew that, truly, because Carl was an asshole who got off on controlling women, but it didn’t make her feel any less dumb. “He makes me feel… just so… stupid.”

***

More tears filled Kennedy’s eyes and slipped down her cheeks, but it was the words which had Natasha’s eyes widening in sudden understanding. “Oh man. Oh wow.” She had a flashback to the fight Kennedy and Steve had at the Tower before she’d run home. “No wonder you were so upset.”

Nodding slowly, Kennedy sighed. “It was like... I’d fallen for Carl all over again. Deception, half-truths, avoidance, and then to find out he’d lied, even a lie of omission… It was like it was happening all over again.”

“Kennedy, I’m so sorry. You know Steve never meant to hurt you. We just don’t get this anymore. It’s nearly impossible to go anywhere without being recognized. To have you look at him as a man first before you found out, he was Cap… was really big for him. So many people see the shield and never beyond it. For you, it was the other way around.”

“I know that, and I understand, Nat. I love him, I do, god, so much it hurts sometimes! I just feel… less than he deserves.” Removing her hands from Natasha’s, she pressed them to her face. “I don’t even know what I’m saying anymore.” Sighing, she picked the damp towels back up and wiped her face.

Patting the woman’s shoulder, Nat had her heart clench.

Kennedy had suffered through her own battles, fought her own demons, and Natasha found her inspiring. She’d trained herself to control her powers mostly alone, fought off depression after the incident with her cousin – a misfire caused by an overexcited Kennedy which had nearly killed Danny - finished high school at sixteen to jump swiftly into University, taken multiple degrees and doctorates at the same time, fallen in with Carl and had him drag her down as far as he could before Kennedy had finally fought her way free. Then, she’d gone to work for a man she feared to do as much good for the world as possible and had fallen in with them.

Kennedy wasn’t a soldier, she wasn’t a super-secret spy, she wasn’t battle-tested in the traditional sense, but damn if she wasn’t rapidly becoming a woman Natasha respected all the more for the way she just kept getting back up. Every time the world knocked her down, Kennedy stood up, dusted herself off, and smiled as she just kept going. Some of that had to do with the amazing family she came from, but most of it was just who Kennedy was on the inside. There was a will of vibranium in the core of this women.

“I really admire you, Kennedy.”

“What?” Kennedy whispered, head snapping up to look at her. “Why?”

Smiling softly, Nat took the towels and helped fix the mess of Kenny’s makeup. Clearly, she wasn’t ready to look in the mirror. “You’re so damn strong, Kennedy. No matter how far life kicks you down, you just get back up. The strength you have here,” she gently tapped Kenny’s heart, “Rivals that of Captain America himself. You’re an inspiration.”

“Nat…” Kennedy shook her head.

“You’re stronger than you think. You stood before your abuser and told him he was nothing. Don’t make him into something because he got under your skin with a few ridiculous comments.” She snorted softly in derision. “After all, he called Steve fat. How wrong can one person be?”

A surprised giggle burst from Kennedy’s lips. “His eyes were so big!”

“I thought he was going to wet himself when Bucky jerked him up by the shirt.” Nat snickered.

“I kind of wish I’d kicked him…” Kennedy whispered.

Natasha looked at her with a smile which made men quake in their boots. “I can teach you if you want when we go home.”

Kennedy ran her hands down her hips and thighs self-consciously. “I don’t… I won’t be any good at… that.”

Shaking her head, Natasha smacked Kennedy’s hands. “Do not even start! Do you know what I’d give to have that bubble ass and those tits? Girl, don’t even go there. You’ve got the whole hourglass, Kim Kardashian, pin-up girl vibe going on. Add some red lips, and a pair of short shorts and Steve would need to pack his shield permanently just to hide the evidence.”

“Oh my god, Natasha!” Kennedy barked out in laughter.

“Honey, you are hot with a sizzling H. Just cause pencil dick couldn’t get it up without bringing you down has nothing to do with you.” Pulling lip gloss from her pocket, Nat applied a swath to her lips before offering it to Kennedy.

She snorted out another laugh, turning to face the mirror. A little red around the eyes, Kennedy had managed to avoid the ugly crying and wasn’t too splotchy. Her makeup was pretty much gone, but the bruising around her eye was faint thanks to Natasha’s homemade bruise cream. It would hardly be noticeable once they were back in the dimly lit bar area. Slicking the gloss over her lips, Kennedy handed it back.

Smirking wickedly, Natasha said coyly, “After all, I doubt Carl could have kept it up for three minutes, let alone three hours.”

“Natasha!” Kennedy squeaked, blushing red right to the roots of her hair. “How… when… who told you about that?” she finally hissed.

“Sweetie, I’m a spy. No one needs to tell me anything.” Grinning, Nat sauntered towards the door.

Once through it, Kennedy was immediately seized by the firm grip of Bucky who tugged her towards him. “Bucky?”

“Come dance with me, doll. Then you can buy me a beer with some more of your weird, colourful money.” He smirked, teasing just to rile her up.

“Weird! Our money is not weird!” she huffed indignantly, following along as he dragged her away.

Natasha made to follow only to have her elbow captured. Frowning at Steve, she was unprepared when he dragged her into a tight hug. “Steve?”

“Thanks, Nat,” he murmured near her ear.

“Rogers!” she gasped in mock surprise. “Were you eavesdropping? How very un-Captain America of you.” She’d known damn well both the super soldiers in the hall would hear every word and be perfectly fine with it. She wasn't about to let Carl ruin the night after Kenny had been having so much fun.

"You're right though. Kennedy is an inspiration,” Steve said, hugging her tight.

“She really is, Steve.” She hugged him back, kissed his cheek, and pulled away.

***

Later that night, Kennedy lay with her head over Steven’s heart. Naked and a little drunk, her whole body hummed contentedly after his loving. Every time he touched her it was stars and fireworks and passionate words. “Do you think it will ever not be this way?”

Stroking his fingers through her hair, Steve hummed happily. “No, doll face. You’re always going light me up.”

“Did you have a thing with Natasha?” Mentally, she kicked herself for asking something she hadn’t really wanted to know the answer to. Loose lips were always a problem for her when she’d had too much to drink, but she'd caught the little exchange they'd had in the hallway outside the washroom.

Frowning, Steve rolled so the light coming through the hotel window shone on her face. “What brought this on?”

She shrugged, unable to meet his eyes.

Cupping her cheek, he stroked it gently with his thumb. “We kissed once. Middle of a mall to escape detection by the Hydra agents which were chasing us, just before SHIELD fell. Afterward, she asked if it had been my first kiss since nineteen-forty-five.” He rolled his eyes.

Kennedy snickered at the look of exasperation on his face. “That bad, huh?”

“The wrong partner,” he said, taking her lips in a gentle, soft kiss.

Her breath quickened, body warmed, and he drew his hand down her torso to her waist.

Lifting his head slowly, he watched her eyelids flutter open. “In total, I’ve kissed five women.”

“What?” she was kind of stunned.

“Peggy, whom everyone knows about. She was my first love and…” he shrugged, eyes sad. “It wasn’t meant to be.”

“Steven,” she murmured, cupping his face. “I’m sorry.”

He smiled and kissed her again. “It’s alright. She was happy. Got married and had a family. It’s what she wanted.”

But she could see the twinge of pain it brought to his heart to remember.

“Before that, there was this secretary who kind of just grabbed me by the tie and kissed me after I’d rescued Bucky and the 107th from behind enemy lines. There was this whole, saved all those women’s husbands speech over it that I...”

She smirked at him, and he cleared his throat.

“Moving on. Nat was number three, and you know how that turned out.”

She snickered and made him grin.

“But Sharon was the only other woman I dated before you.”

She stared up at him in shock. “Two? You’ve had two girlfriends?”

He flushed a little and looked away. “Been kinda busy saving the world and all that. Haven’t exactly had time to be a social butterfly.” He looked down at her and the smile on her lips. “And I don’t take sex lightly, doll face. It means something to me when I bed a woman. Like a promise.”

“How on god’s green earth did you become Captain Sex on Legs after only one girlfriend?” What the hell kind of lover was this Sharon?

Chuckling softly, he brushed his nose over hers. “I ain’t going to lie, baby. I enjoyed what I had with Sharon, but this? Shit, Kennedy. You’re like Aphrodite, goddess of love in my bed. I’ve never felt the things I feel when I’m with you.” Dropping his lips to her cheek, he shifted over top of her and smiled when her legs wrapped his waist. Rubbing his renewed erection through wet folds, he groaned softly as he sank into her. “It’s like coming home, baby. There’s just nowhere else I’d rather be. No one else I’d rather be with than you, Kennedy.”

She arched up as he slowly made love to her. Long glides of thick cock through sensitive folds left her breathless and moaning. Her hands drifted down his back, and she pulled him flush to her, loving the way his chest brushed her sensitive nipples. “Steven…” she whispered near his ear. “I love you.”

“Kennedy… you’re mine.” He crooned back, dropping his head to her shoulder as he pumped into her tight body. Turning his face to her throat, he found the spot with her tattoo and brought his mouth to just beneath it, sucking in time with his thrusts as he increased his speed. Once he’d left a nice mark on her, he drew his lips back to her ear. “I love you so much, baby. You going to come for me, my best girl? Come for me like the good girl you are?”

A particularly strong thrust of hips set her moaning. “Again…”

He complied, and she felt the pleasure slam up her spine.

“Oh god, Steven…”

“That’s it, baby. I love it when you moan like that. Claw me up, sweetheart. Scream my name!”

“Steven!” she shrieked as he fucked her deep into the mattress. “Fuck! Yes!” She clamped like a vice around him, raking her nails down his back.

Groaning, Steve slammed his hips into hers and held tight as she squeezed hot ropes of seed from him. “Fuck, Kennedy,” he moaned, collapsing down on top of her. “Baby…so good. Every time with you just gets better and better.”

Releasing the grip of her thighs, Kennedy drew her hands down his back. A soothing gesture as she could feel the welts her nails had left behind.

He was heavy, but she kind of liked it, especially as he was still mostly hard and twitched at the aftershocks her body was experiencing. “My big strong soldier brought down in his prime by a woman.” Turning her head, she lightly licked his ear.

Humming, Steve turned his, closing his teeth on the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder with a growl. “Keep it up, woman, and I’ll make you work for it.”

“Oh? How so?” She tightened her inner walls, making him shiver.

***

Sliding his arms beneath her, Steve sat up and back, the bedding falling from them as he held her hips tight to his so they stayed connected when he stepped from the bed. Striding slowly across the hotel room, he made his way over to where the floor to ceiling tinted glass window looked out on the city skyline.

They'd ended up with one seriously elegant suite thanks to their last minute booking, one he’d charged to Tony, but now he was glad they had the luxury for he sat on the bench placed before the window and leaned back against the glass. It was cold, but at the moment he didn’t care.

“Steven?” she whispered arms tight around his neck. “The view kind of gives me vertigo.”

“Then look at me, love.” Making sure her knees were comfortably placed on the bench, Steve drew his hands up her back, along her ribs, eventually coming around to cup her breasts and lift them to his mouth. “You were so beautiful tonight on the dance floor. All swaying hips and sexy eyes. Dance for me now, Kennedy.”

Moaning when her nipple was engulfed by his mouth, Kennedy reached for the remote on the far end of the bench and gave it a click. “Ha! Perfect.”

Sultry music spilled out of the speakers. She tossed the remote to a chair behind her.

“How’d you know?” Steve asked, plucking at her nipple with his lips.

She smirked down at him. “High-end hotel, luxury suite, the music is always mood music.”

“And have you often needed mood music, Kennedy?”

She’d asked first so he figured the information was fair game. Peering down at him, she cupped his face in her palms. “Three boyfriends. Jake when I was in my first year of high school. Sweet and kind but no chemistry so we parted.  Tommy, when I was sixteen, was my first lover. He was gentle and giving and taught me to enjoy what we did, but I left for UNI early so it was a bittersweet ending. Carl was the last.”

“We don’t need to talk about him, not right now. But I do want to know, Kennedy, when you’re ready. I want you to feel free to tell me anything and know I’ll never judge you for it,” Steve said. A shadow flickered in her eyes that had him closing his hands on her ass to distract her. “Dance for me, baby.”

As the music changed into a heavy, thudding base, Kennedy’s eyes darkened, her hands fell to his shoulders, and she gently began to move to the rhythm.

“Merciful God…” he whispered, unable to take his eyes off the siren she became when she moved over him.

A smile graced her lips, and she sat up straight, keeping her movements slow, sensual, a gentle undulation of her hips over his. Just the slightest press and retreat, glide of moist lips over hard shaft. Drawing her hands to her hips, she followed the curves and planes of her body, up to cup her breasts, skimming them up her chest to dive into her loose, wavy locks. The music quickened and so did she, riding over him in gentle arcs and dips. She arched her head back and groaned out, “Captain...” Lights and shadows played over the glistening skin of her body.

Steve gripped her ass just a bit tighter, rocked her just that much harder down on him. “Fuck, baby.”

Emeralds, hard as stones, peered down at him and Kennedy smiled a grin which nearly stopped his heart. When the hell had she learn to smile like Natasha? She looked like she was going to eat him alive. Slowly, Kennedy released the hold she had on her hair, letting her hands fall to find his wrists. Pulling his hands from her ass, she lifted his arms and pressed his wrists to the glass.

He moved for her, knowing it made her happy when he was a willing participant in her games.

She would never have moved him otherwise. “You said you’d make me work for it, remember?” she smirked. Her lips were inches from his, her breasts rubbing teasingly against his chest, and her tight walls kept sliding and squeezing over his cock.

“Kennedy...”

“Do you want me to work for it, Cap?” she whispered against his lips.

“Yeah. Yeah baby,” he murmured back.

“Hands behind your back, soldier. Link your fingers together.”

“Yes, ma’am.” He was pretty damn sure his cock had just grown even harder if that was at all possible.

When Kennedy moaned on her next downward stroke, he knew it was.

He was quick to move his hands behind his back when she let him go.

Another smile crossed her lips before she placed them softly on his. “You ready for this, Cap?” Her lips whispered over his, a counterpoint to the heat and wet of her tight body.

“Give it your best shot, doll.”

Sitting back, Kennedy drew her nails lightly over his pectorals, traced the edge, and ran her thumbs over small, hard nipples. She watched his muscles flex in his arms when he clenched his hands together. A laugh spilled from her lips, low and husky and just a bit wicked. “Struggle all you like, Captain. Your mine for the foreseeable future.”

His brow arched, a smirk twitching his lips before he sobered.

She’d taken his dance and turned it into a little role play.

“Do your worst, Doc. I ain’t giving you nothing.”

Rocking up, she rested her hands on his ribs, held herself above him, just barely connected, a smile flirting with her lips. “You think you can resist me? Resist this?” Slowly, inch by inch, she lowered back down until he pressed against her core. Rolling her hips, she mimicked a smooth canter, making his mouth fall open. “What information are you protecting?” She was killing him with her open-minded, adventurous spirit.

“Rogers, Steven. Captain, 54985870. Date of birth, July 4th, 1920.”  His heart was pounding, his chest heaving. Cock throbbing in a way he’d never known before. “You’ll… get nothing… from me!”

Tsking softly, Kennedy clenched her fingers into his ribs, made him flinch. Then, she tightened her inner muscles and smirked when his mouth dropped open again. “I think, Captain, you want to give me the information.”  Rising up, she slammed her hips down in three hard plunges and moved a hand to her clit. “I think you would happily give it to me if only I would let you touch me, no?” Rubbing small circles, she groaned deeply. Her other hand went behind her to his knee as she arched back, giving him a show. She rocked and danced and undulated over his lap to the heavy pulsing beat.

He could see himself disappearing inside her body, his cock glistening with her essence. His hands ached with how hard he was gripping them together. “Fuck, Doc.”

Her hair swung behind her in a curtain of silk, and her body glowed in the light from the window. Sweat was beading on her skin, trickling down between her breasts.

His palms itched to grab her close so he could lick at the long line of her exposed throat.

“Give me what I want, Captain, and you can take what you want.”

His biceps bulged, chest heaved, and a heavy flush invaded his face.

Her sultry eyes had darkened into a deep green, showing her pleasure in their shining depths behind her lashes. A pink tongue darted out to moisten her parted, panting lips, leaving them glossed as her teeth caught the bottom one in a sexy little bite.

“No…” He managed to groan out. “Rogers, Steve... Captain, 54985870. Date… date of birth, July…..4th, 1920.”

She leaned forward to labour over him, her smile knowing with his faltering, sliding her hand over his shoulder and into his hair. She gave it a gentle pull, rocking her hips down hard before pressing her chest to his and her lips to his jawline. “But you want to. I can see it on your face, soldier. Just give in, Captain, and this can all end.”

He was pretty sure he’d cut off the circulation to his fingers by this point. “Doc…” Turning his head, his mouth sought hers, but she turned hers away and made him growl.

“Tell me what I want to hear, Captain,” she whispered, lips only an inch from his, holding him back by his hair.

“Kennedy.”

Her mouth was so close but so far. “Give in… give in and take what you want,” she whispered.

He could feel the flutter in her sheath and swore. “Damn it, woman!” His hands unlocked and sank into her hair. “I love you! Is that what you want to hear?”

She smiled that man-eating grin.

His abdomen was cramping from holding himself back, but she looked like the cat who’d eaten the canary.

“Thank you, Captain,” she crooned. “You’ve been ever so… helpful.”

Snarling softly, Steve slammed his mouth down on hers in a hard kiss, forcing his tongue past her lips. Hands smacking to her ass, he shoved to his feet, kicking the stool out of the way, sending it crashing across the room, and pressed Kennedy firmly into the glass.

She yelped at the cold.

He smirked against her throat. “You so deserve that,” he grumbled, driving his hips up into hers, forcing his cock deep.

Crying out, Kennedy wrapped her arms around his neck, moaning when he squeezed her ass with each hard thrust. “Why?” she whined, tilting her head when he bit at her shoulder.

“Made me break, baby. Me. Captain America gave in to the demands of my interrogator. How the hell am I supposed to live that down?”

“I also stole your gun,” she quipped.

He thrust hard.

“Steven!” she hollered.

Dropping her feet the floor, Steve pulled out of her rapidly tightening walls and spun her to face the window. “Hands on the glass, baby.”

The command, for it was hard and demanding in his voice which lashed authority, made her quiver in excitement as she placed her palms against the window.

“Good girl,” Steve said, stroking his hands down her spine. Gripping her hips, he drew her back slightly, forcing her back to sway. “Spread your legs, Doc.”

Glancing over her shoulder, Kennedy shifted her feet. Her body was arched, breasts swaying. Her lips parted on a breathy moan when he lined himself up and plunged back in.

Growling softly, Steve curved his body over hers, wrapped his arms around her, lifted her enough to press her chest to the window.

Another breathy moan escaped her lips when the cold hit her sensitive nipples.

With his body tight to her spine, he slowly, methodically, started to fuck her. Hard jerks of his hips, full glides in and out of tight walls until he was pulling nearly fully out before diving back in. Grunting, groaning, straining, with how she’d undone him, he took her on one hell of a ride. “You’re never allowed to interrogate anyone else. Not ever.”

Plastered to the window, Kennedy gasped, “Why?”

“Too fucking good, baby. Too good. Broke me down so fast.” Removing one hand from her body, he sought out her hand and clasped their fingers together.

Her face was turned towards him, cheek resting against the window, breath fogging it slightly, and Steve nipped at her earlobe, sucking it between his lips as he nibbled on it.

“Open your eyes, doll. It’s like we're loving in the open. Anyone could look out and see you pressed to the window. You’re on display for the world to see.”

Only she wasn’t. The glass worked one way, and the room was dark behind him. But a fresh rush of wetness soaked his cock, and he moaned. “You like that don’t you? Little voyeur. Do you like the idea of getting caught, Doc?”

“No…”

“Liar,” he whispered in her ear. Again he could feel the flutter of her tightening sheath. “That’s it, baby. You going to come for me?” He kissed her cheek and jaw, down her throat to her shoulder, and sucked on her skin, leaving little marks all along the length.

“Steven…” she moaned, staring out at the city lights. “Oh god!”

“Fuck, doll face!” He increased his pace, arching and thrusting, curving just enough to catch her sweet spot with every plunge until she drew a deep breath. He drove up in a rapid pace, causing her head to tilt back as a keening wail of release became of a scream of, holy god, Steven, when she came with the force of a train.

“Fuck!” he bellowed as he followed her over into nerve searing release. His hips pulsed with each jet of seed her clenching walls drew from him. She milked him dry, and he found himself leaning heavily against her against the window. “Damn, baby…” he whispered in awe.

Sighing happily, Kennedy’s legs shook a little when he pulled away, but his arms surrounded her and lifted her off her feet. “Mmm, was fun.”

His hands shifted her around. The music cut out when he pressed the button on the remote, plunging them into silence. “You nearly killed me, woman, with your teasing,” he grumbled, sliding them both back into bed. Kissing her lips, he drew the sheets up and wrapped his arms around her.

She’d been having nightmares off and on since… Hydra.

He found holding her like this the most effective way of keeping them at bay. After a week of sleeping in her bed, he knew tomorrow he would likely wake to find he’d moved down the mattress to wrap his arms around her hips and his head would be pillowed on her soft belly. It was a fantastic way to wake up.

A smug grin flashed on her tired mouth. “You liked it.”

“Yeah, I did. Still, let’s keep the fact that you broke me and made me give up my Intel, between us.” He chuckled softly.

“I have made you a double agent now. You have been trapped by my sexual prowess. You’ll do anything to stay in my good graces,” she teased.

“Darn right,” Steve murmured. “Go to sleep, baby.”

“Yes, sir,” she quipped softly and did just that.

Chuckling, Steve kissed her temple, curled around her, and followed her into dreams.

Next Chapter 

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anyway ive been working on a neigbours/dr blake au all night  so here it is.Im calling it ‘The Dr Tanaka Mysteries’

The first and probably most important part is the difference in the shows location. Ballarat is a town. Erinsbrough is a suburb. Fixed this problem by making Erinsbrough a small town.

Mark Brenan: the Matthew esque character. An overbaring boss cop who runs the station and is desperate to reign his officers in. He fails most of the time. His love life is in shambles most of the time. Often wishes David would just give him the report and leave rather than be a competent mystery solver. Works long hours. Very stressed.

Aaron: also a cop, but as more of a Danny (not at all a Charlie). hear me out. after turning 18, following Mark seemed easier than pursuing any other avenues. Afterall: Mark is sucsessful right? Daydreams about being a famous entrepreneur.  Very in love with local trouble maker Dr Tanaka. Tyler is the only person in his family who is aware of this. Has a troubled relationship with his distant mother.

David: local police surgeon and resident mystery solver. Generally pairs up with Aaron for mystery solving. Lives with his twin brother. Doesn’t put up with any rubbish. Spends most of his free time giving Mark headaches by proving him wrong. In love with local trouble maker Aaron. Leo is the only person in his family aware of this. Has an odd relationship with his distant father Paul who disapproves of his assisting the police, but still supports him as best he can.

Leo: is he a good guy??? is he a bad guy??? who knows, not the audience! Leo runs a successful hostel, and is assumed to be in one of the many gangs roaming the streets of Victoria at the time.  His hostel may be a front. We just don’t know. Despite his shady employment, Leo is generally a good guy who loves his brother and tolerates his brothers police beau. Has a poor relationship with his father, who runs a competing business. They work together toward the end of s3.

Paul: The twins long lost father. Served in WWII. Was a POW. Basically he has Lucien’s backstory. Knows how short life is so he makes the most of it. Knows how rough life can be so he does his best to ease the path for his kids. was as shocked as anyone to find out that the twins were his kids, but did his best to welcome them. It only kinda worked. Def involved in some shady shit.

Tyler: local mechanic, lives with his too older brothers and is happy with his job. He runs his own autobody shop, and drives a two tone blue. In love with his gf Piper and hopes to someday marry her. Suffered at the hands of his abusive father and has a slightly rocky relationship with his estranged mother. Wishes more than a little that his life could be normal.

Amy Williams: Single mother to her son Jimmy. Attends Church and sewing groups, and knows how to find kernals of truth in gossip that she often passes off to David for his mystery solving. Loves building stuff.

Piper Willis: Local photographer slash journalist. Got her job via tyler who convinced Mark to call in a favor to Paul. Outspoken feminist who attends rallies and such.

Gary: Local fuck up. Ex thug, currently employed by the Willis family, and is engaged to the matriarch. Not a great father but still trying.

Terease: Runs a large hotel. Rolls with Sonya and the big boys. Has a reputation of being iron fisted but is actually very nice. Assuming you havent upset her daughter.

Sonya: rolls with the Big Boys. Fought kicked and punched her way to mayor. Equal parts feared and loved.

Toadie: the lawyer that everyone turn to in a bad situation. Business is booming. 

Sonya: Works with Paul, her one time step father. All around bad ass bitch. Doesn’t feel restricted by gender and often frequents ‘gay’ bars and joints of other such reputation. While her life hasn’t turned out quite how she would have liked, she isn’t unhappy. very mysterious about her past. Has a serious relationship with Victoria Lamb. Often passes piece of information off to Mark that she hears at the Hotel.   Not afraid of death.

#neighbours #mitziwrites #this took a lot longer than i thought it would