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imagine if at a christmas truce party the ghosts discover that danny has a second obsession of space

Wrote a fic~ *does a little dance*

"Here's your invitation to the truce party," said Skulker, dropping the letter by Danny's head, "and here's the duty list. Pick something." He shoved a piece of paper into Danny's face.

"You know," said Danny, testing the rope Skulker had tied him with, "you get a lot better at chasing me when you're doing it for non-murder purposes."

Skulker scowled, but Danny knew better than to take his apparent facial expression as a sign of his true emotions. After all, the face Danny could see wasn't really Skulker's. It was a mask. One the tiny green jellybean inside could manipulate as he pleased.

"What do you mean, 'duty list,' anyway?" Danny blew the paper off his nose.

"It's a list. Of duties. For people who want to attend the party. You can't possibly imagine that one ghost does it all on their own, do you?"

"I don't know. Some living people are really into the holidays. Wouldn't surprise me if there was someone over in the GZ Obsessing."

"There are," said Skulker flatly. "But going to those parties is risky."

"Oh. Yeah. I guess that makes sense. So, is this, like, a potluck deal, or white elephant, or do I have to come set up, or what?"

"Read the list, whelp!"

"I would," said Danny, "if you held it far enough away for me to see what was written on it. "My eyes don't focus that close."

Grumbling, Skulker adjusted his position.

A lot of the things on the list were already checked off. The rest looked dangerous (fighting the Krampus), time consuming (holly acquisition, with a stupidly high number of branches listed next to it), expensive (providing new holiday table settings), confusing (Danny didn't know what a 'consoda' was, or why he would fetch offerings from it), or simply extraordinarily unappealing (after party cleanup). Except for one.

One that caught Danny's eye because of a very specific word that was included.

"Why's the star all by itself?" asked Danny.

"Because the star is important," said Skulker. "Adding the star to the tree is what starts off the real celebration. A star needs to be impressive. Dramatic! Not one of those little dinky tinsel things you can find at human stores."

Part of Danny knew he shouldn't- But when had he ever listened to that part of himself?

Actually, that wasn't really fair. He listened, otherwise he'd be fully dead instead of just half.

Still.

(The idea of making a star made his skin feel sparkly and fuzzy, like his whole body was half an inch from the surface of freshly poured soda, but all over.)

"I'll take it," he said.

"Humf," said Skulker. "Don't screw up, or you'll be in for a beating as soon as the truce is over." He made a mark by the name and started to fly off.

"Hey! Aren't you going to untie me?"

"Nah."

"He's late," said Desiree, sharply, glaring at Skulker as if he had any control over what the whelp did or did not do.

She wasn't the only one.

"He's not late yet," defended Skulker.

"You shouldn't have given him the star as a choice," complained Technus, his voice squaking like a poorly connected computer speaker. "You should have just told him what he'd have to do. Something that wouldn't ruin the party. He's a teenager! Teenagers are easily distracted."

"I didn't know you were a teen, techie," drawled Spectra, who really shouldn't have been at the party at all, seeing as she wasn't, and never had been, invited. Skulker was hoping someone would find a way to throw her and her little minion out before midnight.

"It's TECHNUS, MASTER OF TECHNOLOGY, CONTROLLER OF ALL THINGS ELECTRONIC AND BEEPING."

"I am sure Sir Phantom is on his way," said Princess Dora, softly, ignoring Technus's continuing rant with the ease of long practice. She would not be here the whole evening. Her kingdom had its own, separate celebrations, but they wouldn't start for well over half a human day. "He is a very responsible person, and he was speaking to me about stars just earlier this month." She frowned, slightly, swirling the darkly luminous wine in her glass. "That is, I think he was talking about stars. The conversation was somewhat difficult for me to follow."

"Oh, no," said Desiree, putting one hand delicately over a smile.

"What?" growled Skulker.

"It always bothered me a little, you see, but I hadn't realized quite why until just now." She was barely even trying to hide her delight. "The second time I fought him, it was during a meteor shower."

"So?" asked Amorpho.

"He was rather cross with me during the fight. At the time, I thought it was because he was missing that girl's party, or because of the whole memory wiping thing, but in retrospect..."

"Just spit it out already," said Skulker.

"I do believe you gave the task of making the tree star to a ghost Obsessed with outer space."

Inside the suit, Skulker's true hands slip off his controls for just a moment. "Oh, Ancients," he groaned.

"We're not getting a star this year, are we?" asked Ember.

Phantom chose that moment to barrel through the door. "Sorry!" he exclaimed, looking and sounding more like a little kid than Skulker had ever witnessed. "Am I late? No, I'm not. Never mind. I'm not sorry. What do you think?"

He held out the... thing in his hands for the assembled ghosts to view. It was... It was definitely a star. A round blue star. Complete with solar flares and sunspots. Animated flares and sunspots.

"How the hell?" whispered Walker in the background, despite the fact that he and his pink prison really had no room to talk.

"Is it no good?" asked Phantom, managing to shift his weight even though he was floating. "I turned the brightness way down so that everyone could see the details, but I think I could turn it back up again without too much trouble." He blinked up at the other ghosts, and Skulker noticed with some unease that his pupils were currently shaped like crescent moons. "I mean, the other one exploded, but I think I've got it, now."

All of the ghosts slid back, just slightly. Not that they were afraid of explosions, but, well, being cautious didn't hurt.

"Er," said Dora, "what is it, exactly?"

"A star! A blue giant, specifically. Well, a model of one, anyway, but I think it's a good model. I mean, it's a blue giant right now. I've got it set up so that it'll go through the whole life cycle of a massive star. Or, not the whole life cycle, because that would include the nebula, but the life cycle from this point? It'll change color and expand as the night goes on and it uses up its 'hydrogen'- I've scaled the expansion, though, don't worry, it won't take over- and then the core will collapse and the outer layers will be ejected, and- BOOM!- supernova!"

"Ghost child," said Technus, in a more strangled than usual voice, "are you telling us that's a bomb?"

"No, it's a star," said Phantom, blankly. On closer inspection, the crescents in his eyes were not the only modification to Phantom's appearance. He had pale green and silver stars scattered liberally across his nose and cheeks, and similar shapes in the black of his costume.

In the background, Desiree was dying of laughter.

"Don't you think a supernova might be... dangerous?"

"Oh, a real one, sure. But I tested one before I brought this, and all it did to me was singe my eyebrows off, and I was standing really close."

"Whelp," said Skulker, searching for some reason to reject Phantom's 'contribution,' "how is that even supposed to stay on the tree? It's just a ball."

"Oh, it'll float wherever I tell it to, don't worry, I've tested it!"

It perhaps said something about ghostly parties that the sudden detonation of the tree topper several hours later, the subsequent glee of the supposed superhero in attendance when the room was filled with star-shaped glitter and confetti, and the attempted homicide on the part of several glitter-unfriendly ghosts was not the most exciting series of events to occur that night.

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thedannyphantomcookbook · 3 years

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The Phantom Origins

Okay, so I know probably a bunch of people have already done this, but I wanted to rewrite Danny Phantom, from just before he got his powers to maybe when he tells his parents.

I’m tired of waiting for a reboot that may never come, so here is what I picture the reboot would look like.

I’ve always thought it would be darker and more horrific, that the ghosts he fights are more monstrous and demonic.

That there would be a little bit more of a medical concern for Danny’s humanity being affected by his ghost half. Is he becoming more ghost like? Is he gradually getting sicker and sicker, and his ghost DNA ravages through his body like cancer?

Would Vlad be not only a sexist, creepy, abusive old man, but contains a thirst for deception and power that he poses a real, apocalyptic threat on Earth and the ghost zone?

Are ghosts actually the spirits of the dead? Or are they a different breed of human that lives in a completely separate dimension, that’s is layered and hidden within ours?

What about Danny’s mental health. He has to keep this big secret from his parents because he absolutely FEARS what would happen if they found it to the point he’s scared they wouldn’t believe he was their son and try to kill him as a result, or keep him hostage in the basement, slowly torturing him and dissecting him until he’s dead? What would the world think of him? A prophet? A demon? Would they accuse his parents for experimenting on their own children? He would have so much fear and anxiety that he’d have to be on edge all the time, falling into depression, panic attacks - not to mention the PTSD he’d get from it all while battle nightmarish monsters and the hanging question over his head of what he is now.

These are just SOME of the questions I’ve had that Butch Hartman will never answer. He set up such a great plot and characters but carried it out pretty poorly over the show (which may or may not be his fault since they wanted to keep it kid friendly.)

I hope to get into the deep and dark and nitty gritty details of Danny Phantom we’ve imagined but never get to see. I wrote the first chapter below, and I plan to write much more. :)

I hope you guys enjoy it!

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Summary:

Dr. Madelyn Fenton and her husband, Dr. Jackson Fenton, have just built the world's first portal to the Ghost Zone - an alternate dimension where undead linger for all eternity. The only problem is no one believes in what they are doing. The townspeople call them the Fenton Freaks and the rejection letters from the National Science Foundation are piling up. Not even their own children can tolerate their ghost obsession. Their 14 year old son, Danny, does what he can to separate himself from his parents. Mocked by his peers and judged by his teachers, he keeps his head down and stays out of the spotlight.

It comes as no surprise to Danny when his parents' machine fails to work on the first test run. Discouraged, they leave empty handed for the weekend to go to the Ghost Hunter's Expo, where they were expected to present their portal during their panel. As soon as his parents leave, Danny invites his friends over to give a tour of yet another one of his parents' failed experiments. When he gets dared to walk inside the machine, he triggers something that turns it back on, and for the first time ever, his parents have an invention that works. But that's the least of the surprises when Danny emerges from the portal himself...

To Whom It May Concern,

To the esteemed members of the National Science Foundation, myself, Dr. Madelyn Fenton, PhD., and my husband, Dr. Jackson Fenton, PhD., write to you today to consider us for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award. Our combined decades worth of research within paranormal scientific research fields have led us to believe that the “ghost” entities that haunt our very Earth, could in fact be the missing link to creating new technology, curing human illnesses, and prolonging human life on Earth.

The term “ghosts” is defined as a religious or spiritual being, or the hypothetical soul of the human body, separated from physical forms, usually that of a person recently deceased. Dr. Jackson Fenton and myself have a different theory about the “ghostly” entities that visit our Earth. We have sufficient evidence to prove that ghosts are in fact not the spirits of the dead, but an entirely new species of the human race. We believe they exist in an alternate dimension - a separate plane of existence that is not unlike ours. Recent developments have also shown the possibility of dimensional travel - we believe ghosts are able to pass through into our plane of existence for a temporary amount of time. Through our rigorous research, construction, and experimentation, Dr. Jackson Fenton and myself have created what would be a “portal” to this plane of existence, to the “Ghost Zone.” By exploring and studying the ghost zone, we could collect a limitless amount of research and data that could be used to benefit humanity for the rest of our existence.

We have provided within our application our twenty years of research and development, along with video recordings of our experiments as evidence of our work in progress, as we humbly request your consideration for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award.

Sincerely,

Dr. Madelyn Fenton, PhD. in Quantum Physics and Paranormal Studies

Dr. Jackson Fenton, PhD. in Theoretical Science and Paranormal Studies

From the Grants and Admissions Office of the National Science Foundation

To Dr. Madelyn Fenton and Dr. Jackson Fenton,

Thank you for your interest in applying for the New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award. The New Exploratory Scientific Research Grant Award (NESRGA) is an esteemed scholarship opportunity that looks to provide funding for ground-breaking scientific research to scientists working within small and local laboratories. After carefully reviewing your application and research, we have come to the regretful decision to decline your request to receive the NESRGA.

We unfortunately could not approve your request due to the following issues:

Insufficient or lack thereof evidence or proof of scientific research of ghostly entities and/or undiscovered species, the “Ghost Zone” dimension in which these entities exist, or possible travel to said “Ghost Zone.”

Insufficient of lack thereof peer review research and laboratory data.

Paranormal entities and alternative dimensional research is not recognized under the National Science Foundation as factual scientific work.

We are thrilled to hear that you share such enthusiasm, passion, and ambition in the pursuit of scientific exploration, research and development. You are a part of a wonderful community, and through your tireless efforts, you will help bring our Earth into the future.

We welcome you to apply for the NESRGA again next year.

Sincerely,

Barbara Keaton,

Director of Grants and Admissions

National Science Foundation

GHOST HUNTERS EXPO - THIS LABOR DAY WEEKEND

To Drs. Maddie and Jack Fenton,

We are excited to have you return to speak at the Ghost Hunters Expo this coming labor day weekend. We have reviewed your Ghost Zone Theory and we anticipate your presentation of your research.

Please note: due to new regulations we cannot allow the following into the convention center:

Ecto-infused food, inanimate objects, or animal mutations of any kind.

Alarm or defense systems that release a form of knock out gas, ectoplasmic goo, ectoplasmic foam, spoiled meats, or live rodents. All alarms and defense systems must be turned off while inside the convention center.

Samplings or gifts of homemade cookies or other food, beverages, or gifts to bribe the judges.

Disclosed weapons that are not a part of your presentation and/or not approved by the convention prior (we will have metal detections at all entry points of the convention hall)

Asking for audience volunteers unless approved by us prior your scheduled presentation time.

Ghost claims targeted towards convention guests, judges, or other presenters.

All presentations and inventions must have been tested and approved by a judge prior to your presentation time (i.e. no last minute or surprise inventions).

Fighting or displays of physical aggression.

Destruction of convention hall equipment, the building’s foundation itself, or other presenters equipment and or inventions.

We thank you in advance for your compliance and full understanding of the new regulations.

We look forward to seeing you!

Best,

Trevor Martin

Ghost Hunters Expo Coordinator

“Did you see this?” Jack Fenton asked, waving the notice from the Ghost Hunters Expo. He scoffed. “New regulations...I wonder who were the bimbos that made them enforce these rules.” He crumbled up the notice and threw it carelessly on the floor.

“How’s that portal coming, sweet cheeks?” he asked his wife.

Maddie Fenton was deep within a hexagon shaped chamber carved out of her laboratory converted basement wall. The interior was lined with a colorful array of wires and tiny blinking lights. At the end of the chamber, sheets of metal and hardware fanned in on itself. Maddie was kneeled on the floor, wrestling with a few cords.

“I’m just struggling to connect these last couple of wires,” she answered, pinching the two cords together. With a last bit of strain, the cords connected with a satisfying click.

Wiping the sweat off her brow, she came out of the chamber. “Hopefully that will stabilize the gravitational pull of the Ghost Zone once we get the portal running.” She briefly thought back to a dark memory from their college days when their first Ghost Zone prototype had malfunctioned and the toxins from the Ghost Zone leaked out of the portal, resulting in displacing one of her lab partners for the remainder of their college career.

“We got it this time, baby,” Jack said confidently. “There is no way we could make the same mistake twice.”

Maddie sighed as she walked over to the control panel to record the ecto-readings. “I just wish we knew for certain what had gone wrong that day. All of this guess work is driving me crazy.” She picked up her notebook and briefly reviewed her meticulously hand written notes before adjusting some dials.

“Okay,” she huffed, satisfied. “I think we’re ready for a test run.”

Jack clapped his hands. “Excellent! I’ll go grab the kids!” He ran to the basement steps and shouted, “Jazzy-pants! Danny! Get down here!”

A few minutes later both of their teenage children shuffled down the basement steps.

“Is this gonna take long?” Danny asked, disinterestedly. “Tucker and I were in the middle of planning our next battlefield strategies for Doomed. There’s only a few days left of summer vacation and we still have so much planning to do if we want to beat the other online players and achieve the seven Keys of Destiny.”

“And I was in the middle of an important breakthrough in my self therapeutic psychology research,” their daughter, Jazz promptly stated. In her hands she clutched an open copy anxiety and phobias workbook. “Did you know that high functioning anxiety in adulthood is caused by childhood trauma from never feeling safe in your own home? This would explain so much about me and Danny -” she paused in her speech when she saw the machine her parents were working on.

“Oh, no.” She snapped her book shut and pinched the flesh between her eyes. “ Please do not tell me you called us down here to witness another one of your experiments. Don’t you remember what happened last time?”

“Oh, Jazz, relax,” Maddie said, waving her off. “Those burn marks from the last ectoplasmic gun experiment healed eventually. And look!” She walked over to a closet in the back of the room and pulled out two polyester jumpsuits. “We made you both your own custom fitted, lab safe, jumpsuits!”

Jack appeared beside Maddie. “And we matched them with ours! Jazzy-pants, yours is teal to match your mother’s. And Danny, yours would have matched mine but the store didn’t have orange.” he held out a plain white jumpsuit with black gloves and boots.

“And I haven’t even shown you two the best parts!” he grabbed the jumpsuits from Maddie and spun them around. Crudely pressed onto the fabric of the jumpsuit was a cutout of Jack Fenton’s smiling face, emblazoned on the chest.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Jack grinned.

Jazz was the first to respond. “Dad there is no way you’re going to get me to wear that,” she said while backing away and shaking her head. “How about Danny and I will just go upstairs and you can call us down after you’ve tested it? That way we’ll be safe and not have to wear those hideous jumpsuits.”

Danny silently agreed with her while struggling to conceal his own disgust at the suits. It was one thing to be forced to wear a jumpsuit like his parents but it was an entirely different level of lame to have to wear his father’s face across his chest. What if his parents insisted he wore it all the time, like they did? Involuntary images of him becoming the laughing stock at his new high school was surfacing in his mind, more than he already was for being the son of the city’s eccentric ghost hunting husband and wife team. He was already struggling to stay above the pathetic nerd social ring in his class. They’d have to create an entirely new category of nerd just for him if he wore that suit. The thought of it made him want to crawl away in a hole and be left there to die.

“Mom, Dad, I have to agree with Jazz,” Danny said. “The suits are kinda...lame.”

“Oh, nonsense,” Maddie dismissed. “These jumpsuits are the latest fashion that every ghost hunter wants.”

“And when we reveal these babies with my face on them, everyone will be scrambling for one. We’ll be rich!” Jack stated proudly.

Jazz snorted. “Um, I somehow doubt that. Look, we’ll just go back upstairs and you two can let us know when it’s safe, okay?” She looped a hand around Danny’s arm and started pulling him away.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Jack clamped a hand on both of them and spun them back around. “You two are being given the chance to witness scientific history! And we are not going to let you pass up on this.” He tossed the jumpsuits to Jazz and Danny. They unwillingly caught them.

Jazz glowered at Danny. “If you take any photos and post them on the internet, I will kill you.”

Danny held out his suit reproachfully. His dad’s smiling face seemed to be laughing at him, like all of the students as Casper High will be if they ever found out about this.

“Don’t worry about it.”

A few minutes later, Jazz and Danny stood alongside their parents in their matching jumpsuits. Jazz stood with her arms crossed, silently fuming, her foot tapping impatiently. At her mother’s insistence, Jazz was forced to tuck in her long, red hair and wear the hair sealing head cover and thick, dark eye protection goggles that came with it. At equal height, Jazz and Maddie were identical in their suits.

At least Danny couldn’t match his dad. Jack’s suit was bright orange and about twenty sizes larger than Danny’s, due to his father’s obsession with Maddie’s homemade fudge and cookie inventions. Danny’s own white suit was slightly too large for him, and hung in odd places due to his skinny frame. He didn’t have to wear a hood and goggles like his sister either - another thankful shortage from the ghost hunter’s clothing warehouse. He picked at his dad’s pressed on face design on his chest as he waited for his parents to get the machine ready for its test run. His dad had tried ironing it on, but had done it poorly, so that with a bit of a tug, it was already beginning to peel off.

Jack and Maddie Fenton ran back and forth across the lab, double checking last minute calculations. Machines whirred and beeped around them, the hum of electricity warm in the stagnant air.

Danny had a good idea of how this was going to go. If this would be like any of their past experiments, it would fail miserably. The experiment would go haywire, probably spout ectoplasmic goo everywhere or accidentally giving ecto energy to the nearest food item. One year, their parents had tried making the Christmas Turkey in their newly invented Ultra-fast Instant Pot and instead infused it with demonic ghostly energy and reanimated it. Danny remembered hiding underneath the kitchen table as Jazz had to beat it back with a pastry roller, screaming for their parents.

The ghost zone portal was their most ambitious project yet. For most of Danny’s life, they had dinner table discussions, weighing mathematical equations and scientific chemical balances in hopes of being able to one day engineer the world’s first ghost zone portal. He was fairly surprised when he found out at the beginning of the summer that they were finally constructing it, and even more so when they claimed last night it was completed. They had been rushing to get it done in time to present it at the Ghost Hunters Expo this weekend.

He glanced at the table beside him looking at the pile of papers his dad had haphazardly stacked among the beakers and ghost weapons. Sitting on top of the stack was the rejection letter from the National Science Foundation.

“It means that they don’t think what they’re doing is science,” Jazz had interpreted for Danny after reading it when their parents’ back was turned. “And who could blame them? There is zero evidence supporting the existence of ghosts. It’s just superstition.”

That’s all it was. Superstition. And yet, his parents had at some point in their youth latched on to the idea that ghosts were more than a myth, and even though they’ve never actually seen one in person themselves, they were determined to prove ghosts were real. What amazed Danny the most is the amount of people who also believed in the same theory. In the years past when his parents had dragged him and Jazz to the Ghost Hunter’s Expo, the crowds always seemed to grow bigger and bigger. Scientists, hunters, enthusiasts, and even ghost cosplayers gathered under the same roof for a full weekend, exchanging theories, stories and footage of what they thought were ghosts. The most ridiculous rumor he had heard at the last ghost hunter’s convention was one of a young, blue haired female musician, who became an overnight sensation after one performance at a local carnival. She had also disappeared quite suddenly after the performance, which raised a lot of speculation. Ghost hunters claimed her unusually pale skin and hypnotic vocals were a part of her ghostly powers. Jazz had stated that it was simply because she was a successful female in the patriarchy they had to deem her as a ghost to explain it.

Danny didn’t want to say anything else after that.

“Jack,” Maddie called from across the room, typing away at a computer. “Did you remember to pour in the ecto-purifier?”

“On it, baby!” Jack cried while fumbling with a control panel. Danny watched as grabbed a can of diet cola, which sat next to the similar sized gray cylinder labeled “EP.”

“Uh, Dad?” Danny called. “I don’t think that’s the ecto-purifier.”

“What’s that?” Jack asked. He turned to look at the object in his hand and barked out a chuckle.

“Thanks, son! That was a close one.” He placed the can of diet cola down and picked up the correct cylinder. “Who knows what would have happened if we purified the toxic ghost energies with diet cola. Could you imagine?” He poured the bright green liquid into the appropriate chamber.

In the corner of his eye, Danny saw Jazz shake her head. “Idiot,” she whispered.

Jazz believed she was the only mature Fenton in the family. At some point during her high school career, she had decided it was up to her to convince her parents that ghosts were not real, and to force them to change their careers to something more normal or socially acceptable. She had tried to get them interested in just about any other scientific field she could think of, such as deep sea diving to discover creatures living on the ocean floor, to NASA’s space engineering program. When those didn’t work, she tried to build a case proving the psychological damage they were causing to her’s and Danny’s upbringing. Over the summer, when she wasn’t preparing herself for the SATs she’d have to take later that school year, she poured over every psychological book she could get her hands on from the library. No matter how many times she argued about the permanent damage her parents were inflicting on their amygdala by creating an unsafe environment for her and Danny to grow up in, their parents would say it’s all worth it for the sake of scientific advancement.

Danny tried desperately to stay out of their fights. Most days, he was too focused on trying to survive a day without being called “that ghost geek” by his peers, no matter how many times he told his classmates he didn’t believe in his parents’ work. Maybe it was because of his small, bony limbs that made it so easy for his classmates to mock him. Or the fact that his only two friends in the entire world were also considered a variety of nerd within the social climate. His best friend Tucker was a little too obsessed with the latest technology and his other friend, Samanatha - Sam for short - was the only school’s goth girl, who filled her entire personality and outlook with dark and depressing outfits and literature. In a weird way, it did make sense that the girl who loved to read about the dead, and the boy who loved technology, would want to be friends with the kid whose parents called themselves ghost scientists. Still, they were his best friends and he wouldn’t trade them for anyone else.

He had been telling them about the portal his parents were building all summer. Just like he was, his friends were also doubtful it would work. They deliberated about what the inventions would actually do. Tucker still brought up the time Danny’s parents were testing out an anti-ghost gravity spray, to temporarily make a ghost lose their flight ability. The morning they were testing it out, Danny had woken up in a hovering bed. It had shocked him so much, he fell off his bed and face-planted onto his bedroom floor, breaking his nose. At some point, Tucker and Sam started placing bets about the outcome.

“Maybe the portal will just blast a hole through the wall and you’ll send up in the Amity Park Sewer System,” Sam guessed last night after he told them his parents were getting ready for their first test.

“Bet you five bucks that Danny will lose all of his hair this time,” Tucker had joked.

He absentmindedly ran a hand through his exposed hair and briefly wished he had a head cover and goggles like Jazz. He couldn’t help but notice there was something different about his parents this time. They didn’t have the same, bubbly and excited energy they usually had when showing off a new invention. They seemed more focused this time. Even his dad’s goofy banter towards Maddie had taken a back seat as his dad frowned over the controls. It was weird to see his dad actually concentrating. Maybe it was the hundredth rejection letter they received from the National Science Foundation, or the pressure to present this weekend at the Expo, but it seemed like they were seriously trying to make this thing work. They did not want to fail.

“Okay everyone!” Maddie ran over and started waving her hands. “Backs up against the wall.”

Jazz sighed and turned to walk over to stand behind the boxed in yellow line, the “safe” spot in the lab. Danny thought a metal containment center with a viewing screen would have kept them safer, but supposedly his parents didn’t have time to build one. Danny followed his mother and sister.

“Almost…” Jack muttered at the controls, typing away. Suddenly there was a loud click that echoed off the basement walls. Machines roared to life and lights winked on. Inside the portal, the metal fans began to spin.

“YES!” Jack punched the air, triumphant.

“Jack!” Maddie called to her husband, gesturing towards the safe zone. He jogged over and squeezed himself in between his two kids.

“This is it!” he shouted over the noise, which was gradually becoming deafening.

All around the room, machines and computers turned on. Attached beakers and graduated cylinders filled up with green, bubbling liquid. A wall lined with dialers bounced up and down. Puffs of smoke expelled out of exhaust pipes. The portal itself began to crackle with electricity, its interior fans spinning faster and faster until it started emitting a bright green glow. The pressure in the room changed, popping Danny’s ears. He felt the tips of his hair begin to rise with the electric waves.

The whirring of the fans inside the machine began to ring out a high pitch squeal as the machine glowed brighter, and brighter, blinding Danny’s naked eyes. He squinted and held out a hand over his eyes, peeking through his fingers. The air around them grew warm and staticky. His father clamped a hand tightly on Danny’s shoulder, as if to hold him back from running away.

It was working. Danny couldn’t believe it. Not once in all of their years of inventing ghost machines and hunting equipment, they may have actually been able to build something that worked like they wanted it to.

What would this mean? That ghosts actually existed? That his parents were not the crackpot fools the town took them for? And if they did exist, there was the one question that no one has been able to answer.

Were ghosts dangerous?

He looked up at Jazz. Her expression was unreadable through the head covering. He looked at his parents, wild and furious excitement in their eyes.

Then, when it seemed like Danny’s ears couldn’t take much more of the screeching noise, a BOOM exploded from the portal. Light poured out of the machine and flooded the room. Danny yelped and turned away. Jack stepped in front of his family and hid them with his massive torso from the explosion. Then, very suddenly, the room went dark. Every light and machine that had been just buzzing with life, died. Danny’s hearing rang in the abrupt silence.

“What the heck?” Jack was the first to say something.

“I got a flashlight, hang on,” Maddie said next. Danny heard her fumbling around her utility belt and a small light winked on. She shined it around the room. Curls of smoke rose up from the machines. The glow from the ecto-purifier had also faded.

“I don’t understand,” Maddie said, dumbfounded as she gazed around the room. “This should have worked.”

“We checked every calculation,” Jack said, equally mystified.

“And tested every single machine.” She threw up her hands. “I even made sure the damn computers turned on!”

“Well, obviously, this wasn’t going to work,” Jazz suddenly said, her anger returning. “You guys were trying to open a portal to nothing . Because ghosts don’t EXIST.”

She ripped off the hood and goggles. “I’m going back upstairs to change and burn this stupid jumpsuit, and work on processing this trauma that you have inflicted on us, yet again.” Without waiting for her parents to respond, she stomped back upstairs, her footsteps echoing off the silent basement walls

Jack shook his head. “What is her deal?”

“Oh, never mind her, Jack,” Maddie said. “We need to figure out what went wrong. We only have a day until the expo and we promised to present this.”

Danny’s parents turned their back on him and began working to restore the power, jumping right into a deep discussion. Danny took the moment to quietly slip away back upstairs.

The second he was back into his room, he let out a long exhale. Suddenly remembering he was wearing the jumpsuit, he hastily ripped it off and then threw it in the trash bin in the corner of his room.

He flopped back onto his bed, and lay in the stillness of his room for a few minutes to collect his thoughts. He stared up at the plastic, glow in the dark stars and planets stuck on his ceiling.

He couldn’t believe there was a moment back there where he thought the machine was working.

He didn’t want to imagine what would happen if ghosts were real. There were no real scientific facts about them. All those convention attendees at the ghost hunters expo all had different theories about what ghosts are - the religiously damned, aliens, spirits with unfinished business, souls that died before their time, another species - no one could settle on a single argument.

But if they did exist, what would happen then? Would they swarm the Earth, like cicadas after their years long sleep? Would they haunt each and every home and building in towns and cities, and try to claim it as their own? Would the world be plunged into a ghost apocalypse, where every human had to fight for their own human survival and soul? Were ghosts malicious or peaceful?

His parents might be arrested for creating the portal in the first place, if it did turn out bad. Or the government might force them to work alongside them to rid the Earth of the ghost population. What would happen to him and Jazz? Would they be put into juvie, just for being the kids of the Fenton Freaks? Would they be put into foster care, once the government decided Jack and Maddie were unfit parents for him and Jazz?

What if the human population adopted a sick fascination of ghosts? Businesses would try to profit off the ghosts by selling fake anti-ghost protection devices or offer tours inside “haunted” houses. There might even be a community in which some would fall in love or even want to become a ghost themselves.

The world would become absolute chaos.

Danny shuddered at the thought. He didn’t understand what his parents saw in trying to prove their existence. What good would proving the undead existed bring to the world?

His anxious, spiraling thoughts were interrupted when his computer dinged. Danny got up and sat down at his desk. He wiggled his mouse to wake up his computer. Tucker had sent him a message.

Still have all of your hair?

Danny chuckled and wrote back.

Yep. Nothing happened though. But the power in the basement blew.

Damn , was Tucker’s response. And I had just invested in a 25 pack of markers to color your head in Lancer’s class when you fall asleep.

Danny laughed out loud. I can only imagine all the pensises you’d draw.

I had planned no less than 50. Two for each color.

Well I hope you kept your receipt cause I still have a full head of hair. Unlike you. Danny made a jab at Tucker’s own buzzed haircut. He had tried growing out dreads for the school year, but his mother forced him to shave it off after he got caught staying up on the computer way too late one night. She paid the barber to give him a military buzz cut.

Shut up, dude, Tucker typed back. While you were away not getting your hair fried off your scalp, I was devising up a new battle plan to defeat Chaos.

Danny smiled. Oh yeah? Lay it on me.

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DEAR EVAN HANSEN Review: Much Better Than Expected, Mostly Due to Ben Platt and Killer Songs

I’ll admit that I never saw the musical, Dear Evan Hansen, on Broadway, and you would generally have a hard time getting me to see many Broadway musicals for no reason other than… well, they’re damn expensive, and I really need to be persuaded to go. So therefore, I missed the musical when it ran on Broadway. I didn’t pay much attention when it won a lot of Tonys in 2017 and won a Grammy for the cast album a year later, and then I just forgot it even existed.

Cut to a bunch of years later, and some wise individual, probably Steven Levenson, who wrote the book and adapted it for the movie, decided it would work as a movie. If you’ve seen the film’s trailer or any of the derision that followed it, you might think differently. The thing is that the trailer does a good job relaying the story as quickly and concisely as possible but doesn’t really get into the reasons why the movie is so good. That’s what we’re here to discuss in the form of my review.

The gist of the story is that Ben Platt’s title character, Evan Hansen, is a high school loner, awkward and inept with his only friend being the equally nerdy Jared (Nik Dodani). He shows up on the first day of school with a cast after breaking his arm, and he’s been instructed by his therapist to write “Dear Evan Hansen” letters to himself in order to work out his issues connecting with other people. Fellow student Connor Murphy (Colton Ryan) has a run-in with Evan and grabs one of said letters from a printer. A few days later, Connor’s mother Cynthia and stepfather Larry (Amy Addams, Danny Pino) show up at Evan’s school with the letter saying that Connor committed suicide, and they’ve determined that the letter “to Evan” was his suicide note. Instead of telling them the truth, Evan concocts an elaborate lie about being friends with Connor in order to sooth his parents’ misgivings about his death. In order to maintain that illusion, Evan continues to lie to them as well as to Connor’s sister, Zoe (Kaitlyn Dever from Book Smart), and his lie just snowballs. Pretty soon, the school’s social justice activist Alana (Amandla Stenberg) has up the Connor Project so that others who feel alone can feel seen and heard, and Evan has become hugely popular at school.

That might seem like a lot, but that’s all in the trailer. What’s missing from the trailer is why it was a wise choice NOT to recast Platt in the role he played on stage for five years, even though he’s now 27 and already 4 years older than his stage portrayal. Platt is a fine actor, but he’s an even better singer with a beautiful lilting voice that one imagines would be very hard to find a suitable replacement for. Heck, I’m not even sure they could sell this movie to the higher-ups at Universal if the movie wasn’t offering the promise of reproducing Platt’s Tony-winning stage performance.

The thing is that I watched Dear Evan Hansen, and I could totally relate to all of it. When I was a kid, I started out a bit like Evan and I eventually turned into something more like Connor. I was never lonely and had plenty of friends, but I was awkward and that eventually just turned into anger, and also depression would inevitably strike every so often. (Is it any wonder that by my 20s I was a Goth? If you’ve met me, then probably not.) But Evan also reminded me of a good friend of mine who was a lot like Evan and who passed away a few years back, leaving many questions unanswered. Even not knowing fully what happened to this friend, I’ve always felt that I hadn’t been there for him, and I wish I had been. Maybe if we had stayed in touch, he would still be alive, who knows?

Although a lot of the focus of the singing is on Platt and his quite beautiful voice, each of the other primary cast have some amazing singing moments, whether it’s Stenberg doing a song about feeling anonymous like Connor or the song, “Requiem,” that shows off the amazing singing prowess of Devo, Pino, and even Adams. Julianne Moore, who plays Evan’s hardworking single mother, even gets an absolutely epic number towards the end that will get the waterworks flowing if nothing beforehand has done that job.

The movie’s absolutely showstopper is the number “You Will be Found” (which is featured in the trailer and was featured in the TV commercials for the musical), and it’s another great example of how the songs by Benj Pasek and Justin Paul (La La Land) translate so well to the screen, and for the renditions by the film’s bigger name actors. After seeing the movie, I can fully understand why people might become obsessed with this musical and its songs.But it’s not all grief and teary dramatic slow songs either, because the movie also offers more than a few laughs, such as the song “Sincerely, Me,” which allows Colton Ryan to show his singing range in a very funny duet with Platt.

Director Stephen Chbosky has previously proven his prowess in making coming-of-age dramas, having had great success with his adaptation of Wonder (which I still haven’t seen) and before that, Perks of Being a Wallflower (one of my favorite movies of that year). That’s truly the case here as well, but Evan Hansen also shows that he has a strong grasp on social media, cyber bullying, viral videos, and even cancel culture and how it destroys people, including families.

Dear Evan Hansen brings out all the feels, and while I can understand why some people have issues with the story, I also can say that I have seen almost everything in this movie happen IRL, and these characters and the story feel very real, which is as much a testament to Chbosky as a filmmaker, but also his cast and the people behind the original musical. There’s a good reason why Dear Evan Hansen was such a success on Broadway, and all of that is retained by the movie.

Rating: 9/10

Dear Evan Hansen opens nationwide on Friday, September 24.

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Written In The Stars XCI (Harry Potter xF!Oc)

A/N: I'd missed this silly goose! tho the actors in hp for some reason look way older so he looks like a baby but pls imagine Erick like this older-looking student bc he should look that way jdhfd -Danny

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Chapter Twenty-Six: Talk it out.

"Hagrid!" Hermione shouted. "Hagrid, that's enough! We know you're in there! Nobody cares if your mum was a giantess, Hagrid! You can't let that foul Skeeter woman do this to you! Hagrid, get out here, you're just being —" The door opened. "About t — !" Hermione froze when she found Dumbledore there instead of their friend.

"Good afternoon," he said.

"We — er — we wanted to see Hagrid."

"Yes, I surmised as much," He said in amusement. "Why don't you come in?"

"Oh... um... okay."

Hagrid was sitting at the table, there were two mugs of tea. For the looks of it, he'd been crying.

"Hi, Hagrid," said Harry.

" 'Lo," he said lowly.

"More tea, I think," said Dumbledore, and with the flick of his wand, a tea tray appeared. "Did you by any chance hear what Miss Granger was shouting, Hagrid? Hermione, Mel, Harry, and Ron still seem to want to know you, judging by the way they were attempting to break down the door."

"Of course we still want to know you!" Harry said. "You don't think anything that Skeeter cow — sorry, Professor..."

"I have gone temporarily deaf and haven't any idea what you said, Harry," said Dumbledore, looking up to the ceiling with interest.

"Er — right... I just meant — Hagrid, how could you think we'd care what that — woman — wrote about you?" Hagrid cried silently, two huge tears falling down his beard.

"Oh, Hagrid, don't cry!" Mel's hand went to rest above his, looking almost comically small.

"Living proof of what I've been telling you, Hagrid," said Dumbledore. "I have shown you the letters from the countless parents who remember you from their own days here, telling me in no uncertain terms that if I sacked you, they would have something to say about it —"

"Not all of 'em," said Hagrid. "Not all of 'em wan' me ter stay."

"Really, Hagrid, if you are holding out for universal popularity, I'm afraid you will be in this cabin for a very long time. Not a week has passed since I became headmaster of this school when I haven't had at least one owl complaining about the way I run it. But what should I do? Barricade myself in my study and refuse to talk to anybody?"

"Yeh — yeh're not half-giant!"

"Hagrid, look what I've got for relatives!" Harry said in disbelief. "Look at the Dursleys!"

"An excellent point," said Dumbledore. "My own brother, Aberforth, was prosecuted for practising inappropriate charms on a goat. It was all over the papers, but did Aberforth hide? No, he did not! He held his head high and went about his business as usual! Of course, I'm not entirely sure he can read, so that may not have been bravery..."

Mel looked at her uncle knowing that there was certainly more he could say about their family, but she remained quiet.

"Come back and teach, Hagrid," said Hermione, "please come back, we really miss you."

"I refuse to accept your resignation, Hagrid, and I expect you back at work on Monday," said Dumbledore, standing up to leave. "You will join me for breakfast at eight-thirty in the Great Hall. No excuses. Good afternoon to you all."

When the Headmaster left the cabin, Hagrid sobbed for real, hiding his face behind both hands.

"Great man, Dumbledore... great man..."

"Yeah, he is," said Ron. "Can I have one of these cakes, Hagrid?"

"Help yerself," said Hagrid. "Ar, he's righ', o' course — yeh're all righ'... I bin stupid... my ol' dad woulda bin ashamed o' the way I've bin behavin'... Never shown you a picture of my old dad, have I? Here..."

Hagrid got up, went over to his dresser, opened a drawer, and pulled out a picture of a short wizard with Hagrid's crinkled black eyes, beaming as he sat on top of Hagrid's shoulder. Hagrid was a good seven or eight feet tall, judging by the apple tree beside him, but his face was beardless, young, round, and smooth — he looked hardly older than eleven.

"Tha' was taken jus' after I got inter Hogwarts," Hagrid croaked. "Dad was dead chuffed... thought I migh' not be a wizard, see, 'cos me mum... well, anyway. 'Course, I never was great shakes at magic, really... but at least he never saw me expelled. Died, see, in me second year...

"Dumbledore was the one who stuck up for me after Dad went. Got me the gamekeeper job... trusts people, he does. Gives 'em second chances... tha's what sets him apar' from other heads, see. He'll accept anyone at Hogwarts, s'long as they've got the talent. Knows people can turn out okay even if their families weren'... well... all tha' respectable. But some don' understand that. There's some who'd always hold it against yeh... there's some who'd even pretend they just had big bones rather than stand up an' say — I am what I am, an' I'm not ashamed. 'Never be ashamed,' my ol' dad used ter say, 'there's some who'll hold it against you, but they're not worth botherin' with.' An' he was right. I've bin an idiot. I'm not botherin' with her no more, I promise yeh that. Big bones... I'll give her big bones."

The kids shared nervous glances, but Hagrid kept talking without waiting for a reply.

"Yeh know wha', Harry? When I firs' met you, you reminded me o' me a bit. Mum an' Dad gone, an' you was feelin' like yeh wouldn' fit in at Hogwarts, remember? Not sure yeh were really up to it... an' now look at yeh, Harry! School champion! Yeh know what I'd love, Harry? I'd love yeh ter win, I really would. It'd show 'em all... yeh don' have ter be pureblood ter do it. Yeh don' have ter be ashamed of what yeh are. It'd show 'em Dumbledore's the one who's got it righ', lettin' anyone in as long as they can do magic. How you doin' with that egg, Harry?"

"Great," said Harry shakily. "Really great."

"Tha's my boy... you show 'em, Harry, you show 'em. Beat'em all..."

"But if it doesn't turn out as expected," Mel was quick to add. "Know that we are all proud of you as well, Hagrid. We love you very much."

"I'll follow Cedric's advice," Harry told her quietly before going to bed that night.

"Blimey, all it took was a crying Hagrid..." Mel raised her eyebrows. "Want help?"

"No," He replied. "Dunno... I'll let you know."

"All right," She sighed. "Good luck."

She had an important matter to attend that day in private and it could only be between her and Erick. She used the pocket watch he'd given her and informed him that she wanted to talk. On Monday, both students met at the far end of the library, Mel had no idea where to start.

"I won't apologize for what I said the other day, I know you hate it when I do that," She began, "but you're hiding something and I would like to know what it is, maybe I can help you?"

She was expecting many reactions, all except the one she got. Erick let out a long sigh and picked out of his bag one of the books she'd lent him.

"Persuasion?" Mel raised a brow.

"I take that you've read it?" He asked.

"I love it," She smiled at it. "The main character's name is Anne, right?"

"Yes," Erick shook his head. "The story... It made me think– What if I'm making a mistake?"

"What d'you mean?"

"What if I don't like Anne the way I think I do?" He elaborated. "I wrote and she wrote back every week, we never ran out of things to say, but the last week before going to my grandad's house she said something that... What if I just like her because she's the complete opposite of what my parents want?"

"I feel like those are unrelated, I'm not sure I follow," Mel frowned. "Since when you've been having doubts?"

"Since Anne and I started to talk more this summer. It's not exactly that I have doubts, I mean, I know I feel something, I just don't know what."

"I don't think there's a reasoning behind the people we like," She retorted. "...Right?"

"If there's no reasoning, then I guess it's all right, but if I'm supposed to have one... I don't have it. I can't tell why I like her."

"Well, you think she's pretty?"

"Yeah," Erick moved on his place awkwardly. "Although I think other girls are pretty too, and I could even get along with them as I do with Anne. If you were to ask me why I'm interested in her, I wouldn't know."

"But that's normal," Mel tried to calm him. "Love has no logic, that doesn't mean is bad?"

"Listen," He put a finger on the book and pointed harshly. "If I just like her because she's pretty and fun then it wouldn't be bad... Yet I think I'm around her because I know it'd make my parents mad, when I'm here, at school, I don't worry about her... I do wonder, but is not constant."

"So? I don't think about Harry all day."

"Aren't I supposed to be dying of solitude when I'm away from her? Maybe this is just a lie I tell myself so I feel like a normal guy, maybe I'm incapable of falling in love and Anne is just my excuse to be a bad son..."

There was a piece of paper coming out of the book, she took it without thinking. Erick kept rambling without looking at what she was doing and her eyes skimmed through the letter. The seams were so worn out that she could tell the boy had read it several times.

"Anne likes someone else..." She said quietly.

Erick's eyes landed on the piece of paper his face turned pale. "Give me that."

"His name's Stuart and he's nice...'" Mel read out loud. "Her boyfriend?"

"No," He said, seizing the letter. "He could be... but she's waiting."

"Waiting?"

"For me."

"And you don't want to say anything," Mel said slowly, "because you're not sure?"

"I can't be with her," Erick said with difficulty. "Not yet... I have two more years of school, even then I don't know when I'll be able to leave my parents' house..."

"But you like her."

"My parents won't approve."

"You don't have to tell them."

"I can't do that!" He said. "Imagine that Harry's parents were alive and they hated everything about you. That every time they see you they'd throw nasty remarks your way, and then Harry'd be out in the street with no money and without being able to give you a good life, imagine you're from two different worlds and nothing you have to offer can get him out trouble..."

"I think... I think we'd both be in pain all the time," Mel said quietly, "...Is that how you feel?"

"That's what will happen if I do the wrong thing," Erick ran a hand through his hair, ruining his neat curls. "I'd love to send a letter telling her everything... but we're young, I wasn't expecting things to move as fast as they did... she's great, she really is, but she doesn't even know I'm a wizard. There are too many secrets and I just think Anne deserves better. Maybe Stuart can do better."

"I think that in a way, you're right," Mel pushed the book towards him. "But I've seen you read and learn, get rid of so many prejudices just to meet her, not even knowing if she'd like you back... that has to mean something."

Erick supported his head in one hand, rubbing his forehead. "All I know is that if I pull her away from this boy without telling her everything... I'll end up ruining one of the best things that have ever happened to me."

"Then?" She frowned. "You're going to... you're just going to leave her?"

Erick swallowed the lump in his throat. "I want her to choose him... I'm not around anyway, I could even mention the ball and Daphne just to... to make her think..."

"You're gonna hurt her," She told him, not in a reproachful tone, but one that had to be said. "I guess this is the gentlest way you can do it... and it's not forever, right? I mean, if everything goes as planned, eventually you'll be able to try. It's meant to be."

"Meant to be?" He chuckled bitterly. "You sound too sure."

"I am," She responded sincerely. "You and Anne will end up together... just like Harry and me, if I'm lucky enough."

Erick gave her a look, a tiny smile on his lips. "Warming up to the idea then?"

"I've been too hard on myself and Harry," She shrugged. "I think life can be a fairytale if we do what we're meant to do."

"How are we supposed to know what that is?"

"Fate will find a way," Mel got up and patted his shoulder. "Just don't lose hope..."

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Wes Fucking Dies

[originally i wrote this fic for phandom bingo week (using the prompts Someone dies + Wes Weston + Identity Reveal) but then i spent so long on it that the week ended so uh...here, just take it]

word count: 4,655

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Skulker had a new toy, and of course, Danny had to find out the hard way. Why couldn't Skulker ever invite him to his lair, show him his gadgets, and say "look, I made a new invention!" instead of using it on him on the field?

He narrowly avoided a missile which hit the floor, missing him by inches. The half-ghost grinned up at Skulker, who was looking down at him from the sky. "Really, Skulker," he chided, "you could have sent a letter instead of missing me so much."

Skulker scowled and aimed another shot at Danny. As cocky as he sounded, Danny could feel his body getting exhausted. He had been dodging Skulker's attacks for the past half hour, and if he kept this up much longer, he might run out of energy and turn back into his human form. Here's to hoping that didn't happen.

He flew away just in time to avoid another missile, and this time, it hit a building behind him. The impact sent debris crumbling down toward...oh shit is that a person?

Danny sprinted toward the citizen and picked him up before the rubble could crush him. He let out a sigh of relief as they both made it out unharmed. Well, until he looked down and saw who he was carrying.

"I could have saved myself, Fenton," Wes Weston grumbled in his arms.

Danny's eye twitched, and he considered dropping Wes right then and there. He had to remind himself that he was supposed to be a hero, and heroes didn't drop citizens out of the sky. So, he waited until they reached the ground before setting the redhead down.

"Wes," he began, "what were you doing standing under that building? You know that areas where ghost fights happen are dangerous to be in."

"You just say that because you don't want anyone to see you," Wes spat back. "I know your energy is depleting. I know you'll transform into a human when it's gone. And I'll get the evidence when you do."

Deep breaths, Danny. After taking a deep inhale then letting it out, the hero glared at Wes and spoke, "I'm serious. I know you're obsessed with exposing me or something, but you really need to stay away or you'll get hurt." He looked down at Wes's hand and saw him holding a camera, so he snatched it from him and added, "I'll take this, thank you very much."

Wes simply reached into his pocket and pulled out another camera. Of course he had a backup. Danny rolled his eyes and, after destroying the camera he took, sprang back into the air. He headed back toward Skulker, but not before shouting to Wes, "Seriously, stay back!"

Danny flew into battle, his fists ablaze with ectoplasm. Ectoblasts were shot from his hands at Skulker, but it seemed that the ghost had built a new shield into his metallic suit because all of them were deflected. Once Danny got too close, the robotic hunter punched him, and the halfa slammed against the concrete wall of a building.

He groaned and peeled himself off the cracked wall. When he looked up, he saw Skulker smirking at him. Danny bit his lip. He knew continuing to fight this way won't work... He had to pull out his emergencies attack.

His eyes made a quick scan across the street, but he wasn't that attentive about it. After all, he had already made sure that everyone left the scene when the brawl started. Hopefully, Wes listened to him and did too. There was no one around but him and Skulker.

He floated down to the road and planted his feet firmly on the asphalt. He faced Skulker, took a deep breath, and let out a bloodcurdling scream. That scream transformed into ectoplasmic energy that tore down everything in its path. Skulker was caught in the attack, his body thrown against a building before he could become intanngible. As the wail died down, Danny swiftly whipped out a thermos and trapped the ghost in.

As soon as the lid was on the thermos, he fell to his knees. The exertion finally reached him, and he felt all the energy being sucked from his body. He let the transformation rings run through him as his body went from ghost to human. The wind blew against his human skin--but not before he heard a click.

He turned around and saw...goddamnit. "Wes?"

Wes lowered the camera from his face to reveal a smug grin. Before Danny could say anything, he turned and sprinted.

Danny tried to get up and cursed when he fell back down. Why did fighting ghosts have to be so draining? He glared as the other boy fled from him--and then his eyes widened.

"Watch out!" Danny shouted.

Wes paused just long enough to look at him. The only problem was that he stopped right under the building Skulker had earlier been slammed against. The building that was severely cracked and about to collapse.

Danny pushed himself to his feet despite his body's complaints. He summoned the last vestiges of ghost energy he had to transform himself into a ghost and kicked into flight. He reached out, going as fast as he could to reach Wes before the rubble could crush him.

He was too late.

The last thing he saw was Wes's green eyes staring into his own before he was buried under the building.

"No!" he screamed. He reached the pile of crushed concrete where Wes once stood. It didnt matter if his body screamed at him to rest; he gathered all his supernatural strength and lifted the rubble out of the way. Wes can't be dead. He can't be. If he moved all this rubble away, then surely he'd find him injured but alive, and then he can take him to a hospital and--

His body froze at the sight he had unburied. If he weren't in ghost form at that moment, he was certain he would have vomited. He clamped a hand over his mouth and sunk to the ground, unable to take his eyes away.

There was no way Wes survived, and Danny didn't need to check his pulse to know. After all, the boy was nothing more than a pie of blood on the ground. Danny's form shook, and he couldnt stop the tears leaking out of his eyes. If only he made sure that Wes had left before he used his wail. If only he didn't make him stop underneath the falling building. If only he hadn't reverted to human before he could save him.

If only, if only. None of that changed what really happened.

Wes was dead. And it was Danny's fault.

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Walter closed the door behind him as he entered the apartment. It was late at night; he had to stay at work to do some extra accounting. He was about to take off his coat, but an unusual cold that permeated the room made him keep it on.

He thought he heard someone in the living room, and his muscles tensed. "Wes?" he called out. No reply came.

He cautiously stepped into the room, and the person came into view. A glowing person sitting on air. He recognized those white hair and green eyes...wasn't he the ghost Wes was obsessed with?

Something was wrong. The ghost looked terrible, both physically and emotionally. But the physical injuries weren't unusual; he did fight enemies daily, after all. No--what made Walter's blood freeze was the intense grief on the phantom's face, evident in puffy eyebags and glossy eyes. And he was looking directly at Walter.

Before Walter could ask what was wrong, he said in a voice so soft he almost didn't hear him, "Your son died."

It felt like the whole world dropped beneath his feet. "What?" he asked, because he had to have heard that wrong, right?

"Wes died," the ghost repeated, his voice one decibel away from a sob. "I couldn't save him."

This couldn't be real. It had to be a dream. It certainly felt like one.

Phantom gave him one last, sad gaze and said, "I'm sorry." Then he vanished.

For a long moment, Walter stood there, trying to process what has been said to him. Once he did, he scrambled to grab his phone and quickly dialed Wes. The phone rang. No one picked up. He tried again, and again and again. But Wes never answered.

Wes was...

No. It couldn't be true. He didn't want to believe it...but he knew Phantom was telling the truth.

He let the phone slip through his fingers, then he buried his face in his hands and mourned his only family.

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Everyone was shocked when they learned about Wes's passing. The pain was made more apparent when they went to school and realized just how much difference his absence made. The halls were too quiet, the classrooms too peaceful without Wes's crazy blabbering. No one thought they would miss hearing him ramble about conspiracy theories, but then again, you never know when you'd miss something until after it's gone.

Danny's enhanced senses let him pick up whispers around him, and everywhere he went in the school, people were talking to each other in hushed whispers, asking Is it true? Is that Weston kid really dead?

He wished he could shut his ears and forget all about Wes. But everytime he closed his eyes, he saw Wes's bloody, squashed remains, and he had to swallow down bile that rose in his throat.

"It's not your fault."

Danny opened his eyes to see Tucker standing in front of him. He held a look in his eyes that seemed an awful lot like pity. Danny looked down and clenched his hands into fists. "I could have saved him," he insisted.

"You did what you could," Sam said, walking from behind him to stand next to Tucker. "He was the one who stayed around despite your warnings." She tried to say it with confidence, but Danny heard the falter in her voice. Not even she could accept Wes's death without shock.

Danny was quiet. He closed his eyes, but then that sickening image appeared again, so he opened them and sighed. "I just...need some time alone."

He waited for them to leave. A part of him expected them to stay and argue, but it seemed they could tell that he needed space. Sam reminded him that they were there for him, Tucker agreed and added that he could talk to them whenever, and Danny simply nodded wordlessly until his friends turned and left.

He stood in the hallway, leaning against the lockers, until everyone else was gone and he was alone. No matter how much he told himself to go to class, he felt a weight dragging him down and preventing him from doing anything productive. He just wished he could curl on the floor and stay there until the day was done.

Eventually, though, he managed to get his body to walk. He dragged his feet step after step down the hallway, trying to remember which class he was supposed to attend this hour. He made it past a few lockers when his ghost sense was triggered.

As soon as the mist escaped his mouth, his body tensed, and he whipped around in place, trying to spot whichever ghost he was alerted to. He couldn't find anything. While his eyes scanned the hallway, he suddenly heard a click. He turned around and didn't spot anything unusual at first--but then he looked down and found a polaroid photograph on the floor which wasn't there before.

Danny narrowed his eys. He bent down to pick up the photo and studied it. It was...a picture of him. Caught in the middle of a transformation between ghost and human. He was kneeling on the ground, looking tired and haggard in his ghost form. Two rings of light surrounded his midriff, revealing the human clothes underneath his ghost jumpsuit.

Danny's blood turned to ice. He recognized the background of this photo. It was the same street he fought in yesterday. The same one where Wes--

The lights flickered. Danny's eyes snapped away from the photo. He could sense the ghost nearby.

Danny focused the ectoplasm from his body into his eyes. They lit up green, and the world around him changed colors. Everything was blanketed in shades of teal and purple--the colors he saw as a ghost. There, in the middle of the hallway, he saw the outline of a humanoid specter.

The air left Danny's lungs. He recognized that outline. Paired with the photograph... it had to be him. "Wes?" he called out hesitantly.

The ghost came into view, and now it was unmistakable. Even though the eyes that were staring at him were red instead of green, and the skin green instead of pink, Danny was certain that it was him. He had the same messy hair and wore the same basketball shirt.

It was Wes, back as a ghost.

Danny's heart jump in elation. Wes was back! He had an apology on the tip of his tongue, ready to spill so many things he thought he would never get to say to him. But then he stopped at the sight of Wes's expression. He didn't appear to share the same joy Danny felt.

In fact, his face held what could only be described as rage.

"Phantom," Wes growled. Even though he had the same voice, it made Danny's blood run cold in a way it never had when he was alive. Before the boy could blink, Wes lunged at him.

Danny yelped as he was tackled through a wall. Screams rose around him as they emerged in a filled classroom. He tried to convince himself that he did not hear something crack when Wes slammed him against the teacher's desk.

"Hey, let's talk this out!" Danny wheezed out, holding an arm out placatingly. But Wes was not placated.

The ghost that was once his classmate hovered over Danny with a growl. His eyes were glaringly red, his hair burned like fire, and his entire form shined with angry intensity. His hands curled into fists, and Danny rolled out of the way just in time before Wes sent a punch that smashed the entire table.

Danny pushed himself to his feet, ignoring the wincing pain throughout his human body. Behind him, he could hear the students talking loudly amongst themselves, the words "Wes" and "holy shit" sticking out a lot. Wes didn't seem to pay any attention to them; his eyes were focused on Danny.

"Come on, what do you want from me?" Danny pleaded. "I'm sure I can give it to you without fighting."

Wes paused in the middle of a swing. Honestly, Danny wasn't sure the ghost would listen to him, but he hesitated. Then his mouth split into a grin, revealing fangs that looked out of place on Wes's face. "Then transform," he said.

Danny froze.

He understood, now, why Wes was attacking him. He wanted him to fight back...as a ghost. But in a filled classroom, the others will see his transformation. He could feel their eyes boring into his back.

It made sense. Of course the conspiracy theorist would refuse to pass on just so he could reveal Danny.

He gulped. Well, there was always one option besides fighting...

Danny ran.

But of course, the angry ghost fighting him wouldnt let him escape. Wes grabbed a piece of wood from the broken table and threw it at Danny. His first thought was to turn intangible, but then he remembered about the many humans watching them, and he couldn't dodge fast enough to avoid the sharp splinter from grazing his arm. He gasped and gripped at the wound on his limb.

Cold claws clasped around his neck, and Danny was turned around to face Wes's burning eyes. The ghost's claws dug into his skin, enough to draw blood. Danny couldn't breathe. Wes was squeezing his throat, and Danny could see blackness creep into his vision. The halfa knew he couldn't escape without revealing his ghost powers, but if he didn't, he would die.

Suddenly, there was a thump. Danny's vision cleared just enough for him to see a book bounced off Wes's back. Wes whipped his head around to face...Danny couldn't believe it. Dash was standing behind his desk, an arm outstretched. Who would have thought the jock would help Danny?

As Wes growled, another book was flung at him from a different spot in the room. Danny didn't see who threw it that time, but soon more and more students rose up to protect him. A flurry of books, notebooks, and pencil cases flew across the room...not that any of it hurt Wes, since he simply turned intangible and let the objects fly through. They hit the wall behind him, and quite a few hit Danny, but at least there was one good thing resulting from this: Wes was intangible. Now was Danny's chance to phase his way out without raising questions.

He slipped through Wes's grip while the ghost was distracted. As soon as his feet hit the floor, he ran through the classroom door, ignoring the sting on his arm and his throat. His shoes flew across the floor as he sped down the hallway, his lungs gasping for air. There! The janitor's closet. He jumped inside, closed the door behind him, and swiftly transformed. Black became white, blue became green, and blood became ectoplasm. The pain dulled as soon as he became a ghost, and he felt ready now to take on Wes...at least, he was pretty sure he was. Maybe. Probably?

He still couldn't believe it. Sure, Wes was obsessed with him, but he would never willingly hurt him...but of course, that was before he became a ghost. Ghosts were driven by their obsessions. It didn't matter if anyone got hurt or not as long as their goal was achieved.

He shut his eyes and leaned against a shelf, wincing at the slight pain that shot through his form. It was hard to accept, but it was the truth. Wes was a ghost.

For a while, Danny stood there in the silent darkness, taking deep, steady breaths. His moment of peace was interrupted when his ghost sense was triggered again, causing his eyes to fly open. Wes must be nearby.

He took one more gulp of air and steeled himself, then he pushed himself into a straight position and walked through the door, ready to face his former classmate.

Wes the ghost looked the same as he did a few minutes ago, except for the apparent increase of rage on his expression. He wasn't happy to see Danny in his ghost form. "Why do you always have to hide when you change?" he hissed.

Normally, Danny would have cracked a humorous reply, but today didn't feel like the right time. Instead, he calmly said, "This isn't you, Wes."

The ghost tilted his head. His sharp teeth were bared midway between a smirk and a snarl. "Really? And who else would I be, Mr. Fenton?"

Danny told himself that his hands werent shaking as he continued. "You don't have to do this."

Wes gnashed his teeth, and his eyes burned brighter. "Yes I do," he argued. "You'll never reveal yourself on your own, and I can't give up on something I've died for."

Even though those words weren't news, they stabbed through Danny's core. The images of Wes's death flashed across his eyes again. Wes had died in an effort to expose Danny, and now Danny was the one responsible for the existence of the aggressive ghost before him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out. What was there to say? Wes had a point.

He heard murmurs and turned his head to see several students peeking out of their classrooms, ignoring their education in favor of their curiosity. This was far from the first time Phantom had fought a ghost in their school, but it was the first time that ghost was of someone they knew.

When he turned back to Wes, he didn't like the grin on the ghost's face at the sight of so many onlookers.

This time, Danny was prepared when Wes attacked. He called up a shield before the ghost's claws could scratch him. Wes didn't relent, and he continued to attack Danny from different angles.

Danny knew that this small hallway was not appropriate for a ghost fight. He also knew that Wes was only fighting him because of the onlookers surrounding them. He had to take the fight somewhere else.

As soon as the opportunity arose, Danny let down his shield just long enough to grab Wes, and he yanked them both through the floor. They landed in an empty cafeteria, where Wes promptly broke away from Danny's grip.

Wes hissed at him, clearly unhappy. Apparently, the ghost decided to take out his anger in the form of violence, because he began to shoot red ectoplasm at Danny. The room lit up with bursts of color as the ghosts exchanged attacks...okay, so maybe "exchanged" wasn't an entirely accurate description. Because no matter how much Wes fought him, Danny stayed on the defensive.

It was stupid, but he couldn't get himself to hurt his opponent back. Not when it was someone he knew in life.

He wasn't sure how long he spent blocking and dodging, but soon enough, the halfa was getting tired. His breaths came out in short puffs. Breathing automatically in ghost form...that wasn't a good sign. He paused for a second to lean against his knees--and that was long enough for Wes to make his move.

He blinked, and suddenly Wes was tackling them through a wall. Students and staff jumped out of the way as Danny was thrown against a row of lockers. So they were back in the hallway, and this time it was even fuller when everyone was going to their next class. (In the back of Danny's brain, he absently noted that he had missed another class. Mr. Lancer would not be happy.)

He barely finished that thought when Wes suddenly appeared in front of him. Before Danny knew what was happening, the ghost had plunged his claws into his chest.

It hurt. Pain flared from his chest and throughout his entire body. It felt like Wes was squeezing his very core. Danny couldn't help it--he screamed. He was paralyzed with pain, and Wes appeared to be enjoying it.

"Let him go!" someone shouted, and Danny blinked through the tears in his eyes to see Sam pushing her way in front of the crowd to face Wes. Wes turned his glaring eyes at her with a snarl. He straightened up and let his scarlet eyes flash with intensity, daring Sam to take another step. The girl kept her back straight, but it was apparent from how pale her face became that she wasnt as fearless as she was pretending to be.

Somehow, seeing Sam gave Danny more clarity. He forced himself through the thick waves of pain, and--ignoring his previous decision of holding back in his attacks--he sent the strongest ecto-blast he could muster at Wes. The ghost was shoved away and smashed into the opposite wall. As he went, his claws scraped at the wound on Danny's chest, making it bleed further. He winced. The damage had been done. Ectoplasm now leaked from a hole in his chest.

Danny could feel his energy gushing out from his wound. All of a sudden, the world tilted underneath his feet, and he staggered. His vision blurred into splotches of color, like a painting caught out in the rain.

Was it normal for him to taste ectoplasm leaking from his mouth? Danny was fairly certain that wasn't normal. He heard Sam calling his name and sluggishly lifted his head to see her standing before him, her hands hovering over his chest. When had she made her way to him? He followed her wide eyes to the spot on his chest. Right, the wound. The ectoplasm was gushing out at this point. He could feel the gravity increasing on him the more he bled. He blinked away the haziness in his eyes, and as he did, he saw something rise over her shoulder.

Danny had just enough alertness left over in his brain to recognize it as Wes. As fast as his exhausted mind would let him, he pushed Sam away and summoned a shield. He strained to keep the last wisps of ghostly energy he had to keep the shield up as Wes beamed ectoplasmic energy against it. How come Wes was so strong, anyway? His ghost just formed. It wasn't fair.

Not much time passed before Danny's energy completely drained away, and the shield cracked like a thin sheet of ice. The blast slammed against him, and he was shoved against the wall before collapsing onto the floor. He tried to stand up after that, but the task turned out to be as easy as walking on slippery oil. He immediately fell back down and stayed there. He was tired. Why was he so tired?

He waited for another attack, but none came. He forced himself to look up and saw several pairs of eyes. At first, he thought he was seeing double vision, but the eyes didn't belong to Wes. They belonged to the several students and teachers who were surrounding the two ghosts, wanting to help their hero but unsure how. In the center of the free space left by the crowd, Wes hovered.

His face was split into a grin. He was watching, waiting. For what? For Danny to die? That sounded fair. After all, Danny let Wes die. It made sense for him to return the favor.

Danny was about to surrender to the blackness creeping around his vision when a movement in the crowd caught his eye. A boy...Tucker?...pushed himself toward the scene, holding in his hand a familiar metallic cylinder. Wes's eyes widened at the object, but it was too late. With the press of a button, a beam of light shot at Wes and pulled him in.

"No!" Wes screamed. "No! I have to see it!" He tried to claw his way away from the thermos, but his effort was futile. He was captured inside the cylinder, which Tucker immediately put a cap on as soon as he was inside.

"Da--Phantom!" the geek cried out and ran toward him. He knelt next to his friend. Beside him, Sam did the same.

Danny's breath was ragged. It felt impossible to keep his eyes open anymore. He let his heavy eyelids fall over his eyes, and as he did, he felt a cold tingle travel across his body.

All around him, he heard gasps. He forced his eyes open again just to see what caused so much shock. Everyone was staring at him with wide eyes. When he looked down, he realized why.

The green leaking from him was turning red. His cotton shirt was wet and sticky from the blood. The hair drooping in front of his eyes was black. In his mouth, the lime taste was turning to copper.

Of course. How couldn't he have seen it earlier? All ghosts had some power related to their obsession. That was why Wes could beat his ass so easily--enough to revert him into his human form.

Normally, Danny would have been more alarmed at the reveal of his identity and the fact that he was maybe possibly dying. But now, he found that he didn't have enough energy to care. He was tired...maybe a small nap wouldnt hurt.

With his friends' voices lingering in his ears, he closed his eyes again and let himself surrender to the darkness.

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"You'll Be Joining Ben In Prison!"

Tuesday 6th October 2020

Good evening everyone! I hope you've had a good Tuesday! After the big bombshell that ended last night's episode, I am so excited to see what tonight's episode has in store! I'm just going to start right away, the episode starts right where last night's ended! Frankie has just told Mick that she believes he's her Dad. I understand Mick is completely in shock, he doesn't seem to believe the poor girl, even insults her by saying he thinks she's ill! It's only when she mentions a name - Katy Lewis - that Mick realises she could be telling the truth. You can see he instantly recognises the name as soon as she says it, was it even before him and Linda got together?! Who knows, but I am really looking forward to finding out more about this!

At the police station, Callum has been called in, he is currently missing Lexi's dance grading. What could be so important that he had to be called in? I'm a little bit shocked that his boss is wanting to him to wear a wire, whilst living in the Mitchell household! After seeing Callum going behind Ben's back recently, I feel like he really isn't wanting to do this! He recognises that it's wrong, he's having doubts! But I do fear he'll be persuaded to wear it, believing he's doing the right thing, which he really REALLY isn't!!! I do feel really gutted as Callum starts to unbutton his shirt - does he feel he doesn't have a choice? Has he got himself in too deep now? I am really hoping that Ben will find out before it's too late, I can just see this going horribly wrong for Callum, in many many ways.

Back with Mick, he is still reeling from Frankie's news - as he stumbles along the street, to me it looks as if he wobbles into the fence, it looks as if he's about to have another panic attack! It's been a long time since he's had a serious panic attack, it's understandable that news such as big as finding out he could have another child would bring it on. As Frankie catches up with him, she begs him not to ignore her, at least hear her out and discuss it. Mick sees Max from across the Square and asks him to take the young lad home ... why do I sense that Max only agrees to take him as he knows Linda will be back at the house alone? That will obviously give them a chance to talk about recent events. As Max walks away with the little boy in tow, Mick agrees to talk with Frankie.

At the Atkins household, Gray returns from his meeting to find his house completely a mess! Pizza crusts laid all over the dining room table. He calls out to Whitney and asks her what happened whilst he was away, she explains to him that the poor kids hadn't eaten all day, so when she decided to treat them to a takeaway, the children got upset for having the wrong food. Gray apologises and Whitey tells him not to worry and not to take it out on his kids. Whitney explains to him that grief comes out in all sorts of different ways, the children are clearly missing their Mum and there's probably no way for them to tell anyone or show how they're feeling.

As Linda is busy working away, making herself and Mick a romantic meal, the buzzer of her flat goes, assuming it's her husband, she immediately lets them in. When Ollie comes running up the stairs, Max follows. Linda is clearly surprised to see him with her son, Max explains to her that Mick and Frankie have gone to the Prince Albert. Trying to be the good Samaritan, Max offers to help Linda with her cooking while she sees to Ollie. Did I sense a little bit of flirtation going on? When Linda says the words "No-one likes a show-off!" - I don't know, something is telling me that they do seem to like each other's company, it looks like there could be some attraction there. Whilst Max and Linda are at at the Carter's apartment, Mick is finally having his talk with Frankie. She reveals everything to him, how she found all his letters he wrote to her Mum and how she was always told that her Father had just walked out on her, but she came to realise it was the other way round. As Frankie is revealing everything to him, we see him grip his chair a lot tighter, is he on the verge of having another panic attack? It looks as if he's struggling to take in everything she's saying, but he seems to recall, and realises that what she is saying all makes sense, as he softly says "So that's why she left!"

Finally Callum arrives home, obviously we all know that he's now wearing a bloody wire underneath his clothing! We see Phil approach him as he comes down the stairs, he had previously asked Callum to try and find information on Raymond's adoptive family, whether they had anything on file. Callum admits that the family was clean, had no run-ins with the police, not even a speeding ticket. Phil thanks Callum for checking, as Phil is getting himself ready, Callum attempts to make small talk with him. Part of me is thinking that Phil isn't stupid, Phil will eventually get suspicious as to why he's asking about Danny all of a sudden, he pulls a look of suspicion straight away, but Callum quickly makes up the story that he'll be able to help if ever needed anyone else to work with. Hmm - I think this is going to go one of two ways - either Callum won't be able to get what he needs for the police, he'll be feeling under pressure and he'll eventually lose his job - OR - Callum will basically betray Ben and Phil, Phil will probably end up getting arrested for something he didn't do, or something? What do you guys think? Either way - I'm really not liking what Callum is doing right now. It's all going to end in tears!

At the Panesar family home, Vinny, Ash, Kheerat and Suki are all at home. Suki calls them round to the family table, informing them that she has something very important to tell them. She beings to thank her children for always stepping up and helping the family when needed, she explains to them that the police had approached her with a CCTV image in an attempt of her to identify who caused the attack on Martin. She tells Vinny that it was clearly him, but she informs them she didn't tell the police that. Vinny starts to panic as he fears his identity is going to be revealed. But then - she drops the bombshell and announces that it's Jag's turn to do something for his family - her children don't seem to understand what she means by this, it's only when Ash looks towards the washing and realises her brother's jeans are missing, she clicks on that her Mum has grassed up her own son to the police! Both Vinny and Ash are absolutely distraught, they look to Kheerat - who in all honestly looks absolutely speechless. He looks as if he's absolutely fed up with everything that is happening around him - grieving for the woman he loves and now realising he'll be losing his brother too. I think he realises there is no point in arguing and just simply says "Mum knows best!" - I think he's just purely defeated right now.

Out on the Square, Ben and Callum are ready to head off with Lexi to her dance grading. Lexi notices that her Grandad isn't with them, she asks her Dad's boyfriend why he's not coming. Callum explains to the young girl that he's got something else to take care of, but he'll able to watch a video recording of her later on. As Lexi rushes on ahead, Ben turns to his partner and asks straight out if Phil has actually gone to see Raymond, Callum admits that he has - I think it's then that Callum begins to feel guilty for what he's actually doing as Ben reveals to him that he fears for his Dad. If something was to happen and he wouldn't be able to see Raymond again, it would physically break him. It's true that Dennis meant a lot to Phil, he saw him as a soon - now Phil has the chance of being a Father to Raymond, he wants to grab that opportunity with both hands, but Ben fears if anything was to go wrong, Phil wouldn't be able to cope with another loss.

Back at the Carter's household, Max has finished working on Linda's meal for Mick. I'm just putting it out there, but do you think they're going to be an affair?! The more I see scenes between Max and Linda, the more I can see something happening between them. I mean, they've already kissed - what's going to stop them doing any more? I do believe that Linda loves Mick, but it's clear that he's not really been in her good books as of late, keeping an eye on her whilst she's surrounded by alcohol. Linda admit to Max that she fears her husband finding out that she took a gulp of vodka, but he promises her that he's not going to say anything. As Max goes to leave, he has one last thing to say to her, he reveals that he actually does have feelings for Linda, he understands that she's happily married and even compliments her and states the fact that she and Mick are a perfect couple, but he just felt that she had a right to know. With this knowledge, will Linda act upon it? Will they still be able to remain friends? There has been rumours and/or speculation that there could be a Max and Linda affair on the cards? But with Max promising to keep her secrets - will she feel the need to lean on him more and perhaps could things escalate for the two?

Back at Ruby's club, Mick is trying to understand what Frankie is wanting now she's revealed her identity. He informs her that he's unable to give her what she wants right now - with Linda being an alcoholic, if she was to find out about Frankie being Mick's daughter, it could set her off the edge. He explains to Frankie that he and her Mum was a long long time ago, and Linda isn't even aware of it. That's the big question now - will the rest of the Carter family find out and how will they react when they do? Especially Linda?! - OH THAT'S A STORY RIGHT THERE! - Linda finds out about Frankie being Mick's daughter, she feels betrayed, leans on Max and - boom - an affair starts!!! Haha! Too obvious?! Who knows?!

Meanwhile, on the Square, Habiba and Jags are leaving the Vic - they both seem really happy that they're relationship news is finally out and they have been accepted by the Panesar family, or so it would seem. As they discuss being open to the public about their relationship, Jags asks his girlfriend whether she's really truly happy with him, as she's assuring him a police car pulls up and suddenly a Police Officer is arresting Jags for the assault of Martin Fowler and for the robbery at the Minute Mart. Whilst all the commotion is going on in the Square, Suki appears from her home and watches as her son is being arrested and flung into the back of a Police car. Habiba and Jags are shouting in his defence that it's all a misunderstanding, she promises her boyfriend that everything will be okay. As the car drives away with Jags in the back seat, he calls out to his Mum as he sees her starring at him as the car drives past. Suki looks as if she's upset - but is she really? Why did she feel the need to set up Jags? I know it's silly to say, but is it because she doesn't like Habiba? Or is it because she thinks he's useless? Or did she just want to teach her son a lesson? I'm really unsure. What do you guys think?

Back at the Atkins household, Whitney has made sure that everything is looking clean and spotless. Gray re-joins her and thanks her for her help and support. As they begin to discuss Whitney's upcoming trial, Whitney can see how much Gray is struggling, she says to Gray that his children need him more than anything right now. They are all grieving and Gray needs to be with his kids. He begins to softly cry as he admits he's finding it hard without Chantelle, Whitney then makes the decision that she's going to call Gray's boss and inform her that he has stepped down from supporting her in court. She understands that he needs to be with his kids and not putting her first. Gray is reluctant to begin with, he states how much they've worked to build up her case, but Whitney is insistent - and instead, she agrees. Does this mean that Whitney is going to support herself in court, or is she going to get someone else in Gray's place?

Back at the Mitchell's, Ben, Callum and Lexi are all gathered around after seeing the little Tinkerbell at her dance grading. Phil is happily watching is Granddaughters performance on the phone. Callum is watching in the background how Phil is interacting with his Granddaughter, I'm sure it's making sense to him that all Phil cares about more than anything in life, is his family. He might've had a bad reputation back in the day, but his family has always come first. Phil gives his Granddaughter a doll as a present for being so brilliant, she leaves the room with a huge smile on her face, and Ben follows his daughter to get her ready for bed. With Callum free to talk to Phil alone, he asks how it was for him seeing Raymond, Phil opens up to him and admits it was hard, as he's literally just seeing his son in a hospital bed and he knows there's nothing he can do to help. He thanks Callum for filming the video of Lexi for him to watch, and gives him the biggest compliment he get receive "You're good for this family, Callum!" As Phil leaves the room, Callum smiles as he realises he's been accepted into the family, then his face becomes serious - for a moment, I thought, as he was alone, he would reach under his clothing and rip off the wire - but instead he gets out his phone and makes a call. Is guilt getting the better of him? I truly think he does not want to do this and he's going to make it perfectly clear to his boss that he wants nothing to do it - well, I hope!

Back at the Carter's, Mick and Linda are finally having their meal together, although Mick isn't looking interested in the plate of food that's been placed in front of him. Linda begins to ask whether he's alright, she asks about Frankie and Mick just doesn't want to talk about it! He leaves his plate of food and tells Linda to get off his case. You can see that Linda is feeling pretty annoyed by her husband, making him a romantic meal - which he doesn't seem interested in, trying to make conversation - only to be shouted at, and then to be rejected for the offer of having an early night together, to top it off their meal is interrupted my Frankie calling on the buzzer. Linda tells Mick that Frankie is waiting outside for him, is she going to get the wrong end of the stick and perhaps think that Mick is having an affair with Frankie - I mean, he did have a bit of thing with Whitney? Is this what causes her to fall into Max's arms? - Outside, Frankie waits patiently for Mick, as he opens the door ever so slightly, she tells him that all she wants is to get to know him, she's spent her whole life not knowing who her Dad was, and now she's found him - she's not going to let go! Mick slowly nods, is he going to end up having secret meetings with Frankie so they can get to know each other? Will Linda find out and take it completely the wrong way? I am so convinced that something like that is going to happen! What do you guys think?

The last scene of the episode tonight, Callum is finally standing up for what he believes in. He rips off the wire and confronts his fellow Detective and tells him he can't do what he's being asked of. He refuses to take part in it any longer. I feel relieved that Callum has come to his senses and realises what he's doing is wrong, he explains to his co-worker that he'll speak to his Supervisor and admit it was all a mistake. It's then that the Detective reveals the truth, it was only he and Callum who knew about the set up - Callum is left in shock, he really wasn't undercover after all. He's been used to do this Detective's dodgy work! He reveals to him that he has the recording of him assaulting Danny at the Arches, it's then he blackmails poor Callum and says if he doesn't do as he's asked, he'll be setting both he and Ben up and they'll both be sent to prison! Ooooooh what a dirty dirty man!!!! Callum is now backed into a corner, what the hell is he going to do now?!

I was so happy that Callum stood up to him and knew he was doing wrong! How is going to get himself out of this one now? Is there going to be a way for him to ask Ben or Phil for help? Can he perhaps subtly tell them that he's in trouble, being blackmailed and needs help! I'm kind of fearing what's going to happen to the Mitchell family now - not just Ben and Callum, but Phil also! What do you think is going to happen? Will Callum be able to turn things around and find a way out?! Overall a really good episode tonight, I really enjoyed it! I'll probably be back on Friday as I'll be working late on Thursday and will miss Thursday's episode. I hope you all enjoy the rest of your week and I'll be back very soon! Goodnight folks! xXx

#eastenders #callumhighway #philmitchell #benmitchell #ballum #leximitchell #mickcarter #lindacarter #frankielewis #maxbranning #grayatkins #whitneydean #jags panesar #vinnypanesar #ashpanesar #suki panesar #kheerat panesar #habibaahmed

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This Is My Idea (Part Two)

This is a combination of Logan’s POV and a continuation of the original story that you can find HERE. (See, I still love my Ben Barnes boys even though I’m falling in love with Danny Pino characters! haha!)

Warning: STEAMY

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Logan would never forget the summer when you were both 16. After years of being forced to spend time together, Logan finally admitted to himself that he had feelings for you. Real feelings. Truth be told, he’d actually softened up towards you the first time he met you—he hadn’t wanted to be there, and neither had you, but he liked your spunk and how you never stopped giving him crap about you speaking more languages than him. He realized his affections towards you were more than friendly when he started getting jealous of the damn waitstaff you flirted with. And when you started to fill out? When your hips became a little more womanly and your smile coy?

Man, he knew he was gone.

Logan used to fantasize about kissing you while in board meetings with his father, used to wonder what your lips tasted like, and how you would feel in his arms. He used to lay on his back in bed, hard as a rock, thinking about your smile and that little laugh you did when it was just the two of you. Used to put his hand in his pants, eyes closed, and whisper your name until he had a handful of his own cum. He was horny 24/7—he was a slave to his hormones—but he knew his focus on you wasn’t just a temporary thing. He liked your personality just as much as he liked your looks. He liked talking with you and spending time with you, so much so that he broke his own self-opposed rules and reached out to you during the school year; he couldn’t wait until the summer to speak with you. But even that wasn’t enough for him, as selfish and impatient as he was...

So he worked out his sexual frustrations with someone close by.

The night Logan lost his virginity, he’d been extremely drunk. The girl had been eyeing him all school year, and it was as easy as asking “when do your parents get home?” to get her to take her pants off. As they kissed, Logan thought of you, imagined your lips in place of hers. He blacked out her face as they undressed, tried to imagine what you would look like with no clothes, if you would ever allow him to strip you like this, touch you like this, kiss you like this. He remembered closing his eyes tight when the girl went down on him, breathing heavily and pretending it was your mouth around him. He wondered what kind of noises you would make, and the thought made him even harder. When he first slid into her, one hand over her mouth to keep the illusion of you sharp in his mind, he felt a wave of pleasure followed by a surge of guilt go through him. This was wrong. He’d always imagined his first time would be with you, whispering how he felt about you in the crook of his neck as the two of you made love and holding you after. This was very, very wrong.

And so, naturally, he did it again.

And again. And again, and again, until sex became a mixture of physical pleasure and emotional guilt for him. It didn’t matter if he was with a guy or girl, he thought of you all the same; imagined kissing your shoulder like he did with the guy who worked at the leather shop, or licking into you like he did with the girl from 6th period—every encounter was peppered with your image, punctuated by his memories and fantasies of you, and every encounter left him feeling shamed and disgusted with himself when it was over.

It felt like cheating, and Logan knew how you felt about cheating—how he felt about cheating. Logan Delos was many things, but a liar wasn’t one of them.

So he turned to booze, keeping himself socially lubricated as often as possible—especially when he was sleeping around. He still talked to you on the phone, just not as often as he had before, but he made an effort to keep the sound of his guilt out of his voice. He was going to tell you, of course—he had to. But he wanted to put it off for a while longer, wanted to bask in this in-between time before he broke both of your hearts.

You were more beautiful than ever when you came for the summer. You walked with a kind of confidence now that Logan found more than appealing, and he knew for a fact that you’d been on dates and kissed a boy by now—a fact that he was stupidly upset about. He couldn’t be around you. He wanted to touch you and kiss you and caress you and corrupt you. He wanted to devour you. He was sure everyone could see, despite his attempts to remain casual. Logan was not a subtle person, and so he ran from you. If you walked in a room, he walked out, he tried to avoid being alone with you, but it was so hard because being alone with you was all that he ever wanted.

So he got drunk. He got drunk and sat in front of your room, wallowing in his own self-pity and self-hatred while you were out shopping. But then you came home, looking like an angel and frowning over him, worried. He tried to be gentlemanly and help you with your bags, but he knew his intentions were selfish: he just wanted to be around you. You led him into your room, and he couldn’t help but look at your bed and picture himself on it with you underneath him—God, he wanted you so bad.

And then you kissed him, and it was so much better than he’d ever thought it could be. You were warm and firm and sweet and perfect. Logan held you to him, wanting nothing more than to stay suspended in that moment with you for the rest of his life.

But he knew better.

When you pulled back, eyes bright and smile brilliant, he knew he couldn’t keep lying to you—and omitting the truth was lying. He opened his mouth and told you that he’d slept with someone—a “few someones”, actually, and he watched the light dim in your eyes. Logan had never hated himself more than he had in that moment—and he harbored a lot of self-loathing. You’d kicked him out of your room, the hands that he always imagined running down his bare skin pushing on his chest, pushing him away. He tried to reason with you, tried to explain that the sex had meant nothing, but it was no use. You slammed the door in his face and told him you were done with him.

It was radio silence for a while after that. Logan still wrote you letters and sent you texts, both because it was expected of him by both of your parents and because he missed you so damn much, but your replies were short and obligatory, and Logan could practically feel the coldness coming off of them. But slowly, you began to warm up—just a little. You eventually wrote back with more than just the charm school outline (“I’m well, and you? How is your family? The weather has been quite nice out here.”) and even answered when he called you to bitch about Juliet and William. The two of you were nowhere near as close as you had been, but Logan was grateful for the little you gave him. To him, it was much more than he even deserved. He decided that he would swallow his feelings for you and just be your friend. He was too selfish to back away from you completely; he needed you in his life, however minimal it could be, but he knew he’d lost his shot with you. Your parents wanted the two of you to get together to merge companies, but they’d get over the disappointment one day. Logan had quit trying to win his father’s approval, all he wanted was to be close with you again—in any capacity.

So when he heard you were in town, he left work and rushed home immediately. He had no plan, no idea what he was walking into, just the one simple thought of: “I have to see her.”

Logan was at a loss for words when he saw you, lounging by the pool reading a book. You had graduated from beautiful to drop dead gorgeous. His mother had told him you were thinking of moving out to California for school, and he was hit with an image of you waking up in bed next to him, the California sun beaming down on you and illuminating the air around you like a halo. He almost lost his footing from the strength of that fantasy, and so he had to put his hand on the doorframe to steady himself.

“Hey,” he’d said.

“Hey,” you’d said back.

You talked a little then, and Logan could feel his heart pounding as he stared at you. He felt like a kid again, in awe of you, and he wanted—needed—you to know that what he felt for you was more than just lust or a passing fancy. It was real.

You were talking about college, and all the applications you’d filled out. “I’ve heard back from a few of them,” you said, casually, as if it wasn’t a big deal that every viable university wanted you as a student.

“Of course you have,” Logan had said back, a grin spreading on his face, “They’d be crazy not to want you.” His heart was pounding so loud, he could barely even hear himself over it, but he had to say it. You had to know. “I want you.”

“That’s not funny, Logan,” you had frowned, and Logan wanted to kiss the frown off of your face.

“I’m not joking.” He linked his hands together and leaned forward, eyes staring into yours. It was now or never. “You know, all these years knowing you, I… I’ve always thought you were the best. I mean, I liked you from the first time you gave me shit for not speaking Italian,” he smiled, “I don’t know when seeing each other stopped being a chore and started being something I looked forward to every year, but it did.” He took a breath. “And I know that I don’t deserve you, I never did, but, Y/N, I want you to know that before… those other people…it really didn’t mean anything, and I’m sorry.”

You bit your lip. And true to form, you tried to be rational, saying that you had no claim on him—a ridiculous statement, really—and that you had no reason to be mad at him.

“But that’s the thing,” he said back, “I want you to have a claim. You’re the only person I’ve ever really cared about and that kiss… Y/N, that kiss… means everything to me. You see the real me, you know who I am, and you call me out on my shit, and…” He ducked his head down before looking back up at you. He had to say it. You had to know. “I think I’m in love with you. I know I love you, but… But I think I’m in love with you,” he laughed bitterly, “And I know that. I’ve known that since we were 16, but I was too much of a pussy to admit it…”

“Logan,” you felt breathless, “what are you saying?”

He put a hand through his hair, still smiling nervously as he spoke. “I’m saying that I love you. And that I want you and want to be with you.” He flattened his hand on the table. “You’re the only one I want to be with. You’re the one I’ve been dreaming of my whole life, and,” he swallowed, “I know I’m a mess, and a dick, and a jerk, but… I’ve grown up,” he met your eyes, “and I want to show you that I’m serious about you. About us. If you’ll let me…”

He almost passed out from happiness when you said you loved him back, and when you kissed… Logan could have died a happy man then.

The day the two of you moved into your apartment off-campus, Logan had been on cloud nine. You had told your parents you wanted to live on your own, without their help, and they’d reluctantly agreed, but Logan had made no such promise. With his added income, you were able to buy a bigger apartment that was closer to campus than you’d originally planned, plus you had Logan’s car and your own for transportation. Neither of you had any idea what it meant to be in a committed relationship—both sets of parents were a hot mess, at best—but you did know each other, and the transition from childhood friends to boyfriend and girlfriend was very easy. You knew Logan well, and he knew you, and it was easy to go apartment shopping and have little dates and kiss and tease each other.

But you hadn’t had sex.

You stayed at the Delos’ while you and Logan looked for apartments, but you slept in your own room and he slept in his. You kissed, and touched, and Logan was always hard by the end of your little make out sessions, but you hadn’t taken things any further, and neither had he. He wanted you, of course, wanted you so bad he ached, but he wouldn’t push you. He was lucky to have you as it is, if you never wanted to cross that line with him, however difficult that would be, he would honor what you wanted.

Logan was putting the last of the glassware away in the kitchen while you walked around the apartment, checking to make sure everything was in order. He’d never imagine he’d be so happy, with you. He reached up to push a bowl back into the cabinet and paused when he felt your arms around him. He looked down at you, a grin on his face. “Hey.”

You smiled back. “Hey.” Your smile widened when Logan turned in your grasp, slipping his hands around your waist. “I think that was the last of it.”

“And to think, you wanted to hire movers,” he teased.

“I thought you’d be too delicate for all the hard labor,” you said back, “But you surprised me, princess.”

Logan scoffed at the nickname. “I let you be the knight one time, and it goes straight to your head.”

“Because I was a kickass knight,” you countered, still hugging him. Your eyes shone when you looked up into his. “I love you, Logan.”

Logan was glad that you were holding him, because he was sure he would have floated away if you weren’t. “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

“Kiss me.”

He didn’t need to be told twice. Logan leaned down and kissed you, his tongue sliding into your mouth easily, making you moan. He felt his dick twitch at the sound and your proximity and tried to pull back a bit to give you both some relief, but you only moved closer. The kiss deepened, and Logan was approaching full salute now. One of your hands found its way into his hair, and you pulled lightly at the strands. Logan humped into you involuntarily—he was a sucker for having his hair played with. You moved your head, changing the angle of the kiss as Logan’s hand went to your ass, the other firm on your back now. Logan felt a familiar desire well up in him: his want, his need for you was overwhelming in its strength. He groaned into the kiss, and Logan knew he was one kiss away from devouring you.

“Baby,” he gasped out, pulling back a bit, “I—” His words were drowned by another kiss, and he sighed against your lips. You were gonna be the death of him.

“Logan,” you whispered, mouth still on his, “I was thinking…since this is our first night here…maybe we should…christen the apartment.” Logan’s eyes went wide as you grinned. Your hand slipped down between the two of you, and you pawed Logan through his pants. “…I know you want to.”

Logan groaned again, his head falling onto your shoulder. You had no idea how right you were. “We don’t… We don’t have to,” he bit out, trying to keep composure, “That’s not… not why I…”

You turned and captured his lips in another kiss. “But I want to.”

Grinning, Logan bent down and picked you up, and he was rewarded with your giggles. He slapped your ass as he carried you from the kitchen, through the living room, and into your shared bedroom. He dropped you onto the bed, falling on top of you with a laugh. He kissed you, soft and slow, reveling in the feel of you under him. “You sure about this?” He asked, voice soft.

You nodded up at him. “I’m sure.” You bit your lip, a nervous habit that Logan found adorable and irresistible. “Are you sure?”

“I love you, Y/N,” Logan said seriously, ignoring the throbbing between his legs, “I’ve been in love with you since we were kids, and I want you. I really, really want you,” he added with a slight chuckle, “but I don’t want to rush you. If you want to wait, we can wait.”

“Thank you, Logan,” you said, smiling, “I know you will. But I don’t want to wait anymore.” You rolled your hips up into his, and you both moaned. “I can’t wait anymore… Please.”

It was the please that did it for him. He descended on you, kissing you harshly as he pushed his hips into yours. His hands trailed up and down your body, slipping underneath your clothes and touching your warm skin, caressing every inch of you that he could. He wanted to make it good for you, wanted to take his time, and so he took care to undress you, kissing your exposed skin as he helped you shed your clothes, swallowing up your breathy sighs and soft moans, stroking your skin as you lay beneath him, allowing him this temporary possession of your body. Your skin was warm and soft under his touch, and his lips chased his fingertips as they danced down your body. You, in turn, helped him out of his clothes as well, and his body felt electric everywhere you touched him. By the time you were both naked, exposed and open to one another, you were both breathing heavily, staring at each other in a comfortable, emotional silence. You were both trembling with desire when he pulled back up, hovering over you with his eyes as black as night. He’d hardly even touched you, and yet he felt as though the two of you were already one. The caution he took with you, and the patience you met him with, was far more intimate than any of his past hookups could have ever hoped to be.

“I love you,” he whispered into your mouth, pressing his body down onto yours, “I love you so much… I’m gonna take care of you.”

“Logan…”

“Spread your legs for me, sweetheart,” he ordered gently, “Let me touch you…”

You obeyed quickly, opening your legs and sighing when Logan ran two fingers against your wet folds. “Oh,” you gasped, eyes closed, “oh, Logan…”

“Fuck, you’re wet,” he whispered into your neck, fingers slowly pushing into you, “God, I’ve wanted to do this for so long…”

Your hands were in his hair again, and you kissed the side of his face, moaning as his fingers curled inside of you. “M-me too,” you sighed back.

Logan turned and kissed you again, mouth on yours as he fingered you slowly, bringing you right to the edge before backing off again, swallowing your moans and kissing your pouting lips as you begged him to keep going. As if he’d ever stop. He was determined to make you cum before he pushed inside you, and he moved his mouth to your ear. “Gonna make you cum,” he promised, “I want to feel you clench around my fingers before you clench around my dick.” He kissed the side of your face as you whimpered. “Fuck, I want to taste you.”

“Yes, Logan, please!” You gasped out, arching your back and pulling his hair. “I want your mouth!”

“You can have anything you want from me, baby,” he promised, kissing you once more before crawling down your body, “I’m all yours, sweetheart.” He kissed your nipple before sucking it into his mouth, rolling the hardening bud against his hot tongue. “Always have been,” he murmured as he moved to your other breast. “Always will be.” He kissed down your body until he got between your legs, both hands on either of your thighs, keeping them spread apart for him. He groaned when he first licked into you, both from the taste of your sweet wetness as well as from the sensation of you pulling his hair. You were delicious, and he licked into you greedily, sliding two fingers into you as he licked and sucked around them, trying to taste as much of you as he could. You were moaning like crazy now, and Logan could feel the slickness of his own pre-cum on his thigh as he fingered you and licked into you.

“L-Logan!” You called, one hand in his hair now and the other clenched in a fist pressed against your mouth. “I’m gonna cum!”

He hummed into you, slipping a hand between his legs and grabbing hold of his cock, stroking it harshly as he continued eating you out. “Cum,” he rasped, mouth open against your clit, “Cum for me, baby. Please, please, please…”

You came, a wordless scream coming out of your open mouth as your body shook. Logan held you steady with his one hand, the other pumping his eager cock as he swallowed your orgasm, licking up every last drop. He was staring at you when you came back down, his dark eyes wide and unblinking.

“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said, his voice low and deep.

“Logan,” you sighed back, wrapping your arms around his neck, “I’m ready.”

Logan pushed into you slowly, trying to allow you to adjust to his size. Your eyes were closed again, mouth open as you moaned at the feel of him inside of you, but Logan kept his eyes trained on your face, memorizing every detail, every change in expression so he could remember what you liked. You felt incredible; better than he’d imagined with all of his extensive fantasies. You wrapped around his dick perfectly, and he knew then, more than ever, that he had been born to be with you. The two of you moved together slowly, taking your time to find what the other liked, keeping a slow pace as you rocked into each other. Logan rolled over so that you were on top of him, and you put your hands on his chest—just like you’d done so long ago when you kicked him out of your room—and looked down at the man you loved.

There was still so much that needed to be said between the two of you, hurdles that needed to be jumped, milestones that had to be reached, but in that moment, neither of you were scared of that. Neither of you were worried about the future. If anything, you were looking forward to it. Forward to more days like this, kissing and touching and loving on each other, giving each other the love and affection you both deserved. Logan let you roll him on top again, and he wrapped his arms around you. He never wanted to let you go. He would never let you go.

It was hard to tell how long the two of you laid there together, connected with him fully inside of you, mouths on one another, sighing and moaning and whispering each other’s name. When you came—again—you called out his name, and Logan saw stars as you clenched around him until he came, too, your name coming off of his lips like a prayer.

It was only after you’d both orgasmed that Logan closed his eyes, his arms wrapped around you, and your head on his chest.

“I love you,” he said, his voice hoarse and low, “One day I’m gonna marry you—and not because our fathers said so or because it’s what’s expected of us, but because I’m in love with you.” He opened his eyes and looked down at you, his perfect embodiment of love. “I fuck up a lot of things,” he continued before you could interrupt, “I do, that’s the truth. And I’m gonna say or do something that’ll upset you, I know it—but I will always do my best to be the man you deserve, Y/N,” he promised, “I know I’ve got a lot to learn, but I love you, I’ve loved you for most of my life, and I’m gonna do everything I can to be worth your love.”

“You are worth my love, Logan,” you said back, “Even though it took you forever to learn Italian…”

Logan laughed, cuddling you closer and kissing the top of your head. He looked forward to days like this for the rest of his life, holding your naked body to his as he told you how much he loved you, the sound of your laughter bounding off of the walls and ricocheting straight into his heart. He looked down at you and kissed you again, and in that kiss he knew that you were his past, his present, and his future, and he was damned lucky to have you in his arms, in his bed, and in his life. He laughed, thinking about your future, and you looked up at him curiously.

“What’s so funny?” You asked, looking up at him with your angel eyes.

“I was just thinking,” he ran his hand up and down your back, “the story of us, how we got together, is going to sound like a fucking Disney movie to our future kids.”

“Our future kids?” You asked, smiling.

He nodded, kissing you again slowly. “Our future kids,” he repeated, “and our kids will grow up knowing their parents love each other as people, not as business advances,” he said, “Our kids will know, when they see us together, that what we have, what we are…is the real idea of love.”

You laughed, kissing him again, and Logan held you close. You didn’t know it then, not the way Logan did anyway, how right he was.

But you knew that you loved him, and that he loved you back. And that was more than enough.

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I hope you liked it! Please, please, please let me know what you think. You guys know how I love feedback!

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scrapyardboyfriends · 4 years

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A Maxine episode...and I’m crying at work again. Shocking. Haha.

And I actually watched the whole thing (a little confused cause I haven’t watched the last three episodes but whatever)

But anyway, I love Maxine and she’s perfect.

Things I feel like she put in there just for us (me):

“Lying liar who lies” “More kids” “I had a family” Paraphrasing but...the “stop treating me like a kid” line Aaron asking how Robert was before he even looked at the letter because that’s what he cares about most Robert’s car Aaron’s phone background still being the whole family including Robert and Seb Liv getting to actually say she misses Robert The “Aaron woz ere 2003″ grafitti Ross and Bex being boring I really did love the Cain and Aaron chat. It was exactly what I’ve been wanting from this story and I’m glad it was the two of them. One, because I do love their relationship. Two, because I think Cain is someone who Aaron would listen to more than some others at this point. Three, because it does tie into Cain’s own situation and I did really like his comment to Charity after when he said he didn’t believe a word of it. But I liked that Maxine used Cain to further spell out Robert’s motivations for both Aaron and the audience. I think it’s important to really get that across, that he was trying to do this for him even if Aaron hates it. And Cain really got to list out the points one by one that we’ve been saying for a while and I appreciated that.

I loved Aaron saying that all he wants is Robert. That he doesn’t just want more kids, he wants them with his husband. That’s important to me. And of course I loved the fact that she had him say “more kids” and that he “had a family” because he did (does) and I want that to bode well for future Seb interaction. Come on Emmerdale. Give me single dad Aaron please!

I liked that in general people were a bit calmer with him today. Maybe it was the letter, maybe it’s Maxine, maybe it’s both. But you know Chas at least understood why Aaron was upset today so that’s a positive. And I liked Chas’s little sad face while she was reading Robert’s letter.

I love that we got a bridge scene and a forest scene and a scene in Robert’s car. I want to cry about it too because these were all of their places together and now he’s on his own in them but he’s still thinking about Robert.

I was really glad that they had that whole scene with Cain and let it settle, complete with a little banter about trees before Aaron got dragged into Liv stuff. I liked that he got to have his moment to be sad and talk about his husband rather than have to cut that short.

I also loved the beginning with Aaron just getting back onto the couch under his blanket and saying he was taking a sick day because of his hand. That was kind of great. I also just love that he’s still on the sofa two months later.

And the Liv seizure stuff...well...it was what it was. I’m glad that they actually seem to be diagnosing her with epilepsy this time. Or at least closer to it. Because it would have been dumb to never go anywhere with it. I HATED that Wendy found her. I’m glad Aaron did have his phone turned off so he didn’t have to talk to her. As for their little chat afterwards in the hospital, well, I’m glad she was finally able to talk about missing Robert herself. The conversation definitely had shades of the conversation she wrote for them back during the break up. I do wish Aaron didn’t have to constantly step up for her and I’m firmly on team “give him Seb” but I think this was one of the more well rounded conversations they’ve had since Robert’s exit. Not that I’m surprised Maxine was able to give them that.

I am still concerned about Aaron just saying he’ll be better and try harder because he’s clearly still struggling as time goes on as we know from later spoilers so I don’t want him to try and force it. It at least seems like people are acknowledging the realities of his situation now. At least in this episode. So we’ll see where it all goes. I like that Cain brought up going to see his counselor again and that Aaron nodded to that. And that Chas said “we’ll get you both better”. That seems like progress.

As for the rest of the episode...

The Panto stuff is a lot of fun. I loved Rishi trying to take the Landowner part and Kim coming in at the end. That was great. And I liked the Jacob and Leanna scene that led into Kim finding out about the role in the first place. I still think the Leyla/Liam thing is a little weirdly placed with Bernice just having left and Liam still thinking she’s coming back (for Christmas apparently). But I do enjoy them having scenes together in general so we’ll see where that goes.

Nate is still the worst. But I was glad Cain was just like “I could bash your head in but then I’d have to care”. Cause #mood. And I liked the Cain and Charity stuff a lot, especially about the tree and him admitting that he didn’t think he could start over.

I liked Noah being kind of gleeful that Sarah was going to be forced to invite Danny around. Danny is still a creep though.

I feel kind of bad for Kyle being stuck in a house with two grumpy heartbroken men who snap at him but at least he got a giant Christmas tree out of it. Haha.

Anyway...I know Maxine is going all big time and writing for Doctor Who but I’m still open to her just coming back and writing every episode of Emmerdale because she’s so good. Everything flows nicely and her characterization is always so spot on and well rounded.

#belated live blogging #emmerdale #robron #queen maxine

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ecofinisher · 4 years

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Miraculous and Monster Buster Club comparision.

Just to be clear, I’m not comparing the show on what show is better and what not. I’m comparing the similarities between the two shows. I’ve came across a few Miraculers, that were also fans of the Monster Buster Club cartoon claiming that MBC (Monster Buster Club) had a few similarities to MLB (Miraculous Ladybug) due to the animation and the adventure. I had thought about it, since I belonged before to the MBC fandom too. (And still do, except the fandom is probably dead now)

So where do I start? Well just to summarize the shows for those who don’t know one/both of them:

[From left to right: Cathy Smith, Sam(antha), Chris(stopher) and Daniel (Danny) Jackson]

Monster Buster Club came out around 2008 and is a French-Canadian computer-animated TV show, which focused on a group of pre-teens (12-year-old) consisting of three human children and one so-called Rhapsodian (Fictional Alien species) whose also the protagonist of the show called Cathy Smith. Together with the three human teens named Chris, Danny and Samantha, they revive the old secret society named “Monster Buster Club” to fight together and protect their town from aliens, that invade it. Special about their town is, that 200 years ago it was founded by a man named Addison Single, who unbeknownst to the citizens was an alien in disguise and got defeat in the past by the former MBC. Also in this city, Cathy isn’t the only alien to be living there in disguise, but many other aliens are present.

[Left to right Tikki (A magical being called a “kwami”, that helps the person transform into a superhero), Marinette Dupain-Cheng, her alter ego Ladybug, Cat Noir, his civilian identity Adrien Agreste and his kwami Plagg]

Miraculous Ladybug is a French animated TV show, that debuted in 2015 and is set in the modern metropole Paris and is focused on the lives of the clumsy Marinette Dupain-Cheng and the famous teeny-model Adrien Agreste. Both wield a special magical jewelry, which is called a “Miraculous” which they use to transform into the superheroes “Ladybug and Cat Noir” The two don’t know each other’s identity, but funnily Adrien has a huge crush on Ladybug and in the civilian life he sees her as just a friend, while Marinette is obsessed with Adrien and sees Cat Noir only as his trustful crime-fight partner. Both students are around 14 years old in the show.

As superheroes they fight villains, that were akumatized by Hawk Moth. (He owns the butterfly miraculous, with which he can create supervillains by sending an akuma (Butterfly jinxed by Hawk Moth’s magic) and Hawk Moth’s miraculous sends people’s negative feelings such as anger, sadness and dissapointment and uses his akumas to follow them and akumatize them and they’re transformed by Hawk Moth into a specific-themed supervillain.

Now about the comparisons....Miraculous and Monster Buster Club have many things in common when it comes to the animation, the characters or other things and I wanted to list them down.

1: Logo shortcut.

The Unofficial Logo

The official Logo

Both the shows have a long name and they’re usually abbreviated by the fans or the writers by three letters, this case Miraculous LadyBug is shortened to MLB and Monster Buster Club into MBC. The minor difference here is that Monster Buster Club also used the shortcut on their logo, while Miraculous only kept the title.

2: Logo Switching up between scenes.

Both shows, when they skip to another part of the episode, both have the symbol appear on a background animated for 2-3 seconds, then disappear. MBC has the full title of the show, instead of the round symbol, which is the team’s recognition sign.

3: Transformation sequences

Both of the shows our main characters have a transformation sequence, where they turn from their civilian self into the secret identity. While Ladybug and Cat Noir look in their tight suits a little different than from their alter egos they can’t be recognized by their friends or citizens. Unlike the MBC they are also a bit covered, but if any of the classmates see them fighting around, they can recognize them without any problem. (I can’t recall at the moment the episode, but it was as Danny had tried to save his crush Wendy and failed, shortly afterward she had got angry at him as she recognized him immediately)

Monster Buster Club (Group transformation sequence) (French)

The show most of the times used the whole group to transform together, occasionally, they also have shown a single transformation sequence or two characters only)

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Miraculous transformation sequence (Adrien Agreste’s into Cat Noir) (French)

All the characters have single transformations and have the same specific transformation phrase (Plagg, Tranforme-moi) to say before they transform. The English dub is so far the only dub, where the superheroes have different phrases exp. Cat Noir’s is “Plagg, Claws Out!). Most of the phrases are based after their miraculous theme (Exp. Ladybug, Bee, Snake, etc)

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4: Villains of the week trope

Each of the episode the main heroes fight a different villain, who mostly appear for one episode.

On Miraculous, most of them are just classmates, citizens or acquaintances of the protagonists that get akumatized by Hawk Moth, when they have a negative feeling and are fought by Ladybug and Cat Noir. In the end, the villain turns back into his civilian-self, most of the time they don’t remember, what had happened during the time they were absent.

[Akumatized villains counting from left to right, going from up to the bottom: Oni-chan, Reflekta, Horrificator, Miraculer, Party Crasher, Silencer, Weredad, Christmaster, Stoneheart, The Bubbler, Befana and Captain Hardrock]

At Monster Buster Club it usually starts with the presence of unknown people around the school or anywhere in the city or strange things happen around them and the group units together to find out, what’s going on and later near the end they figure it out and follow that alien to capture it in the end. Difference from the MBC, most of the extraterrestrials don’t change in the end of the episode and remain locked into a separate room in the secret clubhouse, where at some point one of the members (Mostly Chris) is there in the room inserting it into a special device to send the encapsulated ET away to the galactic authorities, that take care of them. Others get redeemed at the end of the show and get back to their home planet or stay on the earth, where they belong.

The aliens from left to right, up to bottom: Gilbert (Good), Jenny’s grandmother (Encapsulated), Mr. Gluten (Encapsulated), Glor Glenemore (Encapsulated), Zeborp (Good), Nosidda Single (Encapsulated), Doudo Hundletorph (Good), Mr. Bigshnell (Encapsulated)

5: Animated Intro

Both of the intros have the protagonists Cathy and Marinette narrate to us about “their world”, followed by their usual day-routine with school, fighting and afterschool.

Fun fact: Noam Kaniel worked on both of the intros. (Probably explains why I enjoy these two intros so much)

The intro of Monster Buster Club (English)

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The Intro of Miraculous (English)

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6: Cute, Cartoony 2D/3D backgrounds.

Wanna know, why I had last year suddenly had the urge to go back to the Monster Buster Club? It was those background images such as the pink bubbles behind a character, who’s in love. I had just bumped into my mind the show that I had seen that behind Danny from Monster Buster Club as he saw his crush, Wendy. When I went to check out again the episodes from the available ones on Youtube I saw also other types of backgrounds, that I had also seen in Miraculous too.

Here we got pinky bubble background behind Cathy

And here we got Adrien with a full-on bubble background.

Some also are transparent like this one here.

Paper sheet backgrounds:

Danny’s smart idea in trying to make money and his mind shown on the background as a notebook sheet.

Chloé, one of the secondary characters and her mind shown on the background also with a type of notebook sheet her childhood.

This are the ones, who are the most similar ones. Both have other ones, but a little different, but used for the same occasion.

Other backgrounds:

Weapon activation (Monster Buster Club)

Power activation (Miraculous)

Minor parts of a specific fight:

Running towards an Alien.

Dodging Hawk Moth’s punch

And a few more from both shows

Sorry boy, but she’s not your type.

Wanna make your character look like she can run fast? Just add smoke like on the roadrunner!

Your portable console getting stolen, while you’re trying to beat the high score, sure was the worst thing to happen to a 12-year old back in the 08′.

Marinette just found out that Hiro Hamada of Zag Heroes wrote a fanfic of her alter ego having a crush on a friend of hers. (The real plot twist: It’s a self-insert fanfic, where he’s Ladybug and not the real Ladybug *le gasp*)

You know what I miss about the time season 2 trailer got spoilered? That they had Marinette had this imagination of herself with Adrien as Hawk Moth posing similar to a Twilight Poster. Those were good times.

She had her life full planned, even had names for her kids and all, while people like me are living their life, not knowing what the hell is going to happen next week.

I don’t know, but this picture is hilarious :D (And for non-Miraculers, that small animal up there is an akuma)

I never got why they fence with one glove only. is this some Michael Jackson reference or something?

Yep, this is how weird Marinette’s imagination gets during the seasons. (Believe it or not, if they were in a relationship Kagami would definitely wear the pants there!)

7: Sorry if the last one turned a little long, but now the next part is inside both of the shows, the similar tropes the show shares. Well, many other shows have it too of course, but I felt the need to point it out. (Since I’m doing this post)

7.1: Male Protagonist is a jokester (Cat Noir and Danny) If it’s the right situation or not. They have always to crack a joke.

7.2 Tagalong kid - (John, Chris’ younger brother, Manon, Child Marinette babysits, Chris Lahiffe, the younger brother of Nino Lahiffe, Adrien’s best friend) - The three are from their personality different, but they have one or two moments, where they seem really annoying to the protagonist.

7.3 Alpha B’s. (Chloé and Wendy) - Both don’t treat the main characters right (Chloé almost everyone besides Adrien and Wendy is most likely alright with the classmates), both are girly girls, they gossip and use specific people for their own benefits. (Chloé using Sabrina and Wendy using Danny)

7.4 Wise old man (Hugo Smith, Cathy’s Grandpa and Master Wang Fu, the guardian of the miraculouses) - It’s quite funny how similar they look like, even the red shirt, their body size and nearly their hairstyle. About the wisdom, both help out the protagonists and are serious about harm.

7.5 Deep down still a child (Principal Rollins and Principal Damocles) - For the most of the students Principal Rollins seems like a very strict person, that came from the military service as she calls the students soldiers and uses words such as Company Halt, but she has been shown off-guard playing with a toy rhino panzer and a convoy in her office at the school. Principal Damocles, seems also like a strict Principal, that likes when students act correctly and warns them when they acted wrong (Such as not knocking on the door, before entering). After school, when all students are gone, he dresses up as an owl-themed superhero and acts as a superhero and tries to help out in the city, mostly ending in a catastrophy.

7.6 Nameless Background characters, that the fandom finds interesting. (Redheaded girl from MBC and Brunette boy a.k.a Just Anextra/Justin Extra from Miraculous) - The girl has like a few background appearances and like two sentences and a burst of laughter during the whole two seasons, Just/in has probably only one sentence so far I remember, otherwise, he appears at the backgrounds, sometimes also with other color palettes. (I think he also appears at the fencing group photo if I’m not wrong) Just Anextra/Justin Extra has two fanarts so far I know, done by fans and the girl had one or two edits, where the editor had given her the name Lola I think and she had another type of clothing and hair color. (Confession I’m not taking into the grave with me. When I was younger I shipped her with Nossida (His human form obviously), one of the main villains of the show and I even wrote a fanfic about them. I re-read it last year and laughed so hard at how weird it was) Honestly my first ones were just.....eugh!

7.7 Protagonist has allergies (Cathy and Adrien/Cat Noir) - Cathy is allergic to dogs while Adrien has allergies to feathers.

7.8 Excitable Protagonists (Cathy Smith and Marinette Dupain-Cheng) - Both girls are shown mostly happy and lucky throughout the show. Cathy still is the most optimistic and excitable one out of the two, due to her being a curious personality and is always fascinated, when she discovers new things on Earth, that she doesn’t know in her home planet.

7.9 Best friends between different cultures (Danny with Chris, Adrien with Nino, Cathy with Sam and Marinette with Alya) As many other TV shows would do: Two best friends of the same gender.

Cathy’s just doing an Abominable reference...joke, she confessed something, she should have done long way before.

Danny about to teach Chris how to act like a bad boy for the group’s plan.

I don’t remember what was here, except this is from season 1.

“Just be yourself” .- Nino Lahiffe (And Nathaniel there on the back sleeping on his table. I feel you, son)

That was all I had found out yet. There could be more out there, that I haven’t figure out yet, but I might do one of these posts again when I got more information and the shows, mostly MBC are more present in my memories.

#monster buster club #miraculous #miraculousladybug #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #chat noir #ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #Nino lahiffe #alya cesaire #mlb #mbc #post #comparison post #similarities

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Franny Robinson HC Infodump #4: Country and Bluegrass Music

hi, I’ll finally do a writeup on her work in jazz next but I’m in a country mood and was INSPIRED so oops country first

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Dara & Danny

In 1991, Daniel Maitland (fc: Martin Sensmeier), an Indigenous Alaskan kid, moved from Alaska to Payne Lake, Georgia, with his parents and older and younger sisters after his father got a job opportunity in Atlanta, a reasonable commute away. Daniel spent two years being musical rivals with Franny Framagucci before he proposed they just combine their talents and perform together at talent shows and the county fair. The two were inseparable, musically, until Franny went to college at NYU and Daniel went to East Tennessee State.

They remained friends throughout college and reunited during winter and summer breaks to play together locally. Daniel was in Franny’s wedding party. He’s Wilbur’s godfather and is ‘Uncle Dan’, they’ve always remained close. They would write songs together usually through an internet connection except for when they could travel to write in person.

In 2009, Daniel once again was the one who suggested they officially collaborate. That’s when the bluegrass-country-traditional southern/Appalachian folk duo was born. They have released 9 albums together since they started releasing music under Dara & Danny.

One album, titled Molly’s Church, is almost entirely songs from the hymnal of the Church of the Nazarene in their hometown in Georgia, which was the church their friend Molly attended before her death. It was a “fuck you” response to them having received backlash from certain gatekeepers for a video of them singing Hank Williams’ I Saw The Light going viral. They were pissed two non-Christians were getting praise for performing the song. (Franny is a Buddhist and Daniel is an Indigenous Alaskan with traditional spiritual beliefs).

To the backlash, Franny said, and announced the dropping of this album on an Instagram Live Q & A, “It’s funny. Like. Christmas is such a part of mainstream American culture. I celebrate Christmas, my non-religious Maori husband celebrates Christmas, are y’all mad about that too? Christianity is so deeply woven into American culture and the history of American music, like I just -- its wild y’all are so mad. And because I like to poke an angry bear, our new album, Molly’s Church [...] and what really gets me is like - just because I ain’t Christian, don’t mean I’m ignorant about it either. I’m from the Bible Belt, y’all. I did go to church with my little friends some Sunday mornin’s as a child if I had a sleepover at their house. [...] One of my best friends, the lovely, talented, beautiful, late Molly Vaughn, who we named the album after, was a devout Christian. When I would cry, she’d always sing It Is Well With My Soul to me and play with my hair. You can’t tell me that because I’m not a Christian, that song ain’t special to me. I think of that song whenever I’m going through a hard time and my heart is at peace because at its core it's a song about looking at your situation and making peace with it, and finding the strength to move on to hopefully better days. At her husband’s request, I sang Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing at her funeral, okay? Like- [pause for annoyed exhaling] to suggest we have nothing but respect for these beautiful hymns is insulting. [...] Insulting not just to us, but to the hymns. They’re so beautiful that they have made an emotional impact on two non-Christian musicians. I think that’s wonderful and speaks to how lucky we are to live in a time where all sorts of sorts are able to learn from and share with each other. But that’s just us, I guess.

Every song on Molly’s Church has a special memory attached to it for either myself or Daniel, or in the case of Be Thou My Vision, it was Molly’s favorite hymn ever. We couldn’t name an album of hymns after her and not put that on it.”

The track list is as follows: [Spotify playlist]

I couldn’t find a folksy or bluegrassy version of Be Thou My Vision, which. I’m ANGRY about. Because when I was a practicing Nazarene Christian it was my favorite hymn, and I still find it beautiful but.

Come Thou Fount Of Every Blessing

How Great Thou Art

Dwelling In Beulah Land

Be Thou My Vision

It Is Well With My Soul

I Saw The Light

Victory In Jesus

Joyful, Joyful We Adore Thee

O Come, O Come, Emmanuel

Mine Eyes Have Seen The Glory

Holy, Holy, Holy

Another album, titled Something’s Rotten in The Sticks is purposely very dark. It’s largely covers of murder ballads and sad traditional folk songs from the American South and Appalachian Mountains, featuring original songs and covers of songs that explore the darker sides of more modern rural life like the opioid crisis, unemployment, poor education, poverty with no social safety nets, and more.

Franny openly admits that she wrote the original songs from a place of immense privilege. In an Instagram Live Q&A about the album she said, “These aren’t my exact lived experiences. But I feel like I have some right to talk about these stories because these are the things happening to my people, the good people of the town that took my mother in when she was a twenty-something year old refugee, and then helped raise me. I buried my first friend thanks to the Sacklers (the family whose pharma company produces oxycontin, who purposely spread misinformation about how its a safe drug and who pret-ty much engineered the opioid epidemic) in 1998. I just last month buried one of my best friends since elementary school after three narcan shots couldn’t save them.

Rural Southern folks and the problems they face are dear to my heart. [...] I know how lucky I am to have grown up in the rural south and ended up where I am today, in the privileged position I am in. [...] And I see the way people in the cities talk to and about these people and it’s fucking gross. You know nothing about these people and what their lives are like, and what they care about and worry about. I have always been proud to be Southern, just as I’m proud to be Cambodian. [...] Rural poor folks are the kindest, most loving, most resilient people, and I am not ashamed that I came from that.

This album… so our last album, Prodigal Children of Clayton County, Georgia, was a love letter to and about our hometown and the people of the rural south. This album is more of a ‘we see you.’ And it's also, I hope, an accessible way to start explaining the problems our people face to city elites that look down their noses at them. Like, I hope people can say in response to “I just don’t understand these people”, “hey, go listen to I Grabbed A Banjo (And You, The Pills), then talk to me.”

Daniel said in that same Q & A, “I was born in Alaska, I met Franny when I moved to her hometown in Georgia, in middle school, and we began playing music together in high school. I live in the Appalachian Mountains now, I studied Bluegrass and Old Time music at East Tennessee State University, in Johnson City. Now, I’m -- I’ve been lucky enough to make a living out of the music I love, but you know- like I said. I live in the Appalachian mountains, in Kentucky, in a rural area. I never left the rural south, since I came here, this has been my home. We’re privileged now, but had a few stars aligned differently, our high school friends’ lives would have been ours. We love the people of this region. Like Franny said, we both have two groups of people we are passionate about amplifying and equipped to amplify. Mine are our struggling rural folks, and Indigenous voices, and Franny don’t ever shut up about Cambodian or the rural south.”

“I really fucking don’t.” Franny quipped.

The track list is as follows: [Spotify link, the first 8 tracks are the songs they covered on the album and the rest are songs that fit the vibe of the original songs to give y’all a picture]

Knoxville Girl

I Grabbed A Banjo (And You, The Pills), an original song about the opioid epidemic that’s killed many of Franny and Daniel’s high school friends

Troubles, traditional folk song as popularized by Kilby Snow and Anna & Elizabeth

Red Dirt Girl (Emmylou Harris cover)

But I Ain't A Milton Boy/Girl , an original song about how in Milton (a bougie rich people part of Georgia) kids go to college and become doctors and lawyers while people from the song narrators’ town don’t bother learning to solve for X because all that waits for them is army recruiters, the power company, or the unemployment line [the male narrator, Daniel], and the female narrator [Franny] sings about how she was a smart girl who held her first baby when she was a baby herself, married two bad men she thought were good, and now she sells her ADHD pills to college kids to buy groceries, and how their high school aspirations crumbled easily, and the chorus is literally just narrators fantasizing about a decent standard of living and having decent opportunities and then going, “But I ain’t a Milton boy/girl, and that’s why I’m cryin’ today”

Deportee (Woody Guthrie song as covered by Dolly Parton)

Savannah, a song Franny wrote about the time her brother drove her down to Savannah when she got pregnant in high school so she could have an abortion three hours from home, where nobody local to them would be out front shouting at people needing abortions

Poor Folks Town (Porter Wagoner and Dolly Parton cover, instrumentation is modified to be a little melancholy to fit the rest of the album, but it is still a markedly happier song than the rest of the album except for Rich Kid Clothes)

Don’t Put Whiskey In My Water, an original song about a man nine years sober almost falling off the wagon when he’s laid off ahead of his teenage daughter’s high school graduation, including the line ‘don’t worry about Ole Miss, we’ll figure it out, somehow we always do, smart little girl like you can’t die in this town’

Don’t Take Your Guns To Town (Johnny Cash cover)

Pretty Polly

Down In The Willow Garden

Rich Kid Clothes, original song about a brother and sister super jazzed about their “new” clothes, hand-me-downs from the rich kids of the house their mama cleans, happiest song on the album

Health Insurance, an original song from the perspective of three different people, on in each verse, either dying or seriously suffering from solvable medical issues but because healthcare in America is trash they either can’t get help, or are going bankrupt trying to, that’s incredibly sarcastic including lyrics like ‘and I know I deserve to die for not having had a rich great-grandaddy, and who wants to see their daughter graduate college anyway’ , one of those sad songs with joyful instrumentation

Another album! Is titled The Rise And Fall of Jenny and Jamie, and is a concept album meant to be listened from start to finish that tells the story of a couple that falls in love, gets married, has a very dysfunctional marriage, and ultimately divorces. Think the energy of Alpha Desperation March by The Mountain Goats, and the entire Tallahasee album but especially No Children. The Dara & Danny album is a little less dark because the last few songs, about divorce, are like...happy.

Daniel, who had been divorced twice by the time they wrote the songs for that album, said “There is nothing sad about ending a marriage you’re miserable in or don’t want anymore. The two songs about the divorce, they’re happy because our characters are happy to be done with each other. It isn’t Tammy Wynette spelling D-I-V-O-R-C-E and lamenting the end of her marriage, instead, Jenny and Jamie realize their marriage is toxic not just for the other person, but for themself, and they’re relieved to not be married anymore.

Notable Dara & Danny performances and accomplishments:

They cover Whiskey Lullaby at many shows they do. A video from a 2016 show went semi-viral, and fans of the duo will show it as an example of “Peak Dara & Danny”

Nominated for the 2019 Grammy Award for Best American Roots Song, as the duo Dara & Danny, but ultimately Brandi Carlile won for ‘The Joke’

Franny was absolutely thrilled for her. She STANS Brandi Carlile and has written songs with her before.

In the post-Grammys interview, the interview asked Franny if she was disappointed and she was like “I would pay Brandi Carlile to punch me in the face, so no.”

The clip of Franny saying that went viral and embarrassed poor Wilbur

“To be honest, when I saw The Joke was nominated, I didn’t even bother writing a speech. Daniel and I were both just thrilled to be considered to be like, at her level.”

Nominated for the 2019 Grammy Award for Best American Roots Performance, as Dara & Danny, and again lost to “The Joke”, but again, did not care at all

Won the 2019 Grammy Award for Best Bluegrass Album as Dara & Danny, their fifth nomination in the category and second win

Nominated as Dara & Danny in the category Vocal Duo of The Year at the 2019 CMA awards.

Nominated for IBMA Album of the Year in 2014, 2015, 2017, and 2018

Won the 2019 IBMA for Album of the Year

Won the 2019 IBMA for Song of the Year

Franny is the first person of Cambodian descent to win a Grammy, an ASCAP award, an IBMA, or be inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame

Daniel is the first Alaskan Native to be inducted into the Songwriters Hall of Fame

Solo work

Franny’s used bluegrass-folk style music to write songs about the experiences of her mother and other relatives under the Khmer Rouge and in the civil conflict that preceded it. It leans a little away from #pure bluegrass but it includes mandolin, banjo, and even some traditional Cambodian instruments. It’s this blend of bluegrass instrumentation and traditional Cambodian instruments that on paper sounds like “Franny you’re crazy” but in practice its fuckin’ lit, y’all.

It’s as genius as The Hu, that Mongolian band that was like “what is we play metal music with guitars and a drum set and TRADITIONAL MONGOLIAN INSTRUMENTS?” Lit.

She did an entire album, Franny Sor Robinson Covers Kitty Wells [playlist] and that album gained Franny a ton of street cred in the country/bluegrass industry. She got a lot of respect for her Kitty Wells covers.

She’s released three solo albums of folksy-bluegrass-country style music that is original music she wrote the lyrics and music for.

Three solo albums, the Kitty Wells cover album, and nine Dara & Danny albums makes twelve country-bluegrass albums total Franny’s released, not counting featured artist appearances on other albums.

Notable Franny Sor Robinson awards, performances, and accomplishments in the country music sphere:

Franny sang ‘Born To Fly’ with Sara Evans once

Franny loves that song, it came out in 2000, when she was in college at NYU, and it was a staple song of hers to perform at any gigs she did in college

The day the United States legalized same-sex marriage, Franny was a supporting solo act for a friend of hers and she was like “I don’t know a better way to celebrate than by taking one of my favorite country love songs and making it better. And by that I mean gay.” By this point she’d been out as bisexual for years. So she sang Brad Paisley’s She’s Everything

Franny’s always kept the pronouns the same in songs she covers, so if it was a man’s song about a woman she’s always kept it about a “she.” Her cover of She Thinks I Still Care by George Jones was an instant hit when it was released on one of her solo albums

At an event honoring Randy Travis, Franny performed his hit Deeper Than The Holler for him

She also got to sing I Told You So with him once at another occasion and she damn near died

At the final show of George Strait’s final tour, Franny sang Carried Away with him and almost cried he is one of her!!! Idols!!! and during his encore, she joined him and all of the other special guests of the final concert to sing All My Exes Live In Texas

She’s been awarded and recognized by various organizations for the furthering of Asian-Americans in the arts in general, in music, and empowerment for both her work in jazz and country umbrella music

She’s performed at and been nominated for CMA awrds, ACM awards, and Americana Music Honors & Awards

She’s won Americana Music Awards

When challenged to prove she could yodel she fuckin got right up and sang Hank Williams’ Long Gone Lonesome Blues and nailed all the very technical yodeling, and its a thing she’s like, Known for doing, so she will perform it live pretty often

#&&...hc

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Blood, tears and sea breeze.

Warnings: ANGST, mental health issues, graphic depictions of violence, blood, cursing, mentions of sexual assault, mentions of sex, substance abuse.

Summary: The not so peaceful town of Broadchurch face dead again, while Alec Hardy continues his journey to redemption will this school teacher be the key to solve the mystery or just another victim of the ever watching evilness that seems to reside in the town.

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Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 5: Walls made of love

The diaries started as a joke, and Alec Could see Y/N was not taking her assignment seriously, he could even imagine Dr. Florence exasperated expression reading them, as much as he remembered the way she looked at him when talked about his own dreams. But every now and then there was some real opinion about her life.

Monday, April 8, 2019

08:00 am. I get to school and I didn't take breakfast, I had a boring morning, as boring as this bloody activity. Sorry doc, but you clearly fail on this one.

10:00 am That was rude I know, but what else you want me to tell, I had a boring lunch and I have a call from Jonathan's mother, I get it the ring was important and I know how much she doesn't me to take away her son, she doesn't have to be that bitchy about it.

By the time he reach the last five days he listened to the tape as he was reading, there were just little more details about what she ate, barely anything, and the people she talk around the day. One detail call his attention, apparently Paul was indulgent enough to let her drive for brief moments in straight lines, and Hardy was not sure if it was relevant for the case or not.

Then he finally found the recollection of the night she went out drinking with Ashley, she usually put on hours before writing so the doctor would follow better her descriptions.

2:30 - I just came home and took a shower, I'm sorry Doc, you will be receiving this one way late than usual, and please don't worry, I went for drinks with Ash as I told you yesterday I would, do you actually read this? I would hate to imagine a woman like you sitting at home alone waiting for my poor written crap. Anyway, I'll tell you a secret I didn't drink today, we were at the club at 10 but stupid Jonathan called me to tell me that I shouldn't be going out with, I told him where he could put his opinion, but I listen and took only mocktails, Ash didn't notice I think, she was so funk I even drove back, thankfully the streets were empty, I hope she didn't eat me out with Jonathan, and I will apologize to him lateer in the morning, I will tell him: I can't wait to be doing this for the rest of our lives.

I haven't told hin about your plann of putting me on medication, I will surprise him with it when he gets back, that would definitely make him happy.

"Hardy, Paul Coates is here, he wants to talk to you" One of the agents said and he immediately pull the papers behind some other files, they felt like something private not sure why.

"Sure, tell him I'll be out in a minute" He said and once he was away he move to close the blinds and the door of his office.

But if I'm completely honest I'm not sure if he actually wants me to get bettr or just wants me to be what he wants, as you said we all put on walls, and as I tried to move on from mine and from the memory of parents stopping me from getting out of Broadchurch I let Jonathan trapped me in litral walls in our huse, and the walls made of love that I built to keep me from telling him that I want to drive, that I need to work, that I'm capable, anyway have a nice night or morning or whatever time is you are reading this, I'll send you the next entry tomorrow.

Alec checked the time when Dr Florence received the document 2:53 am, so a few minutes after she wrote it, wich was obvious since it had several misspellings and missing letters.

He had already checked the traffic cameras around her home and all her movements checked out, there at 1:52 am just a few miles before the dirty road to her cottage he identified the car that should belong to Langford, and then the same car leaving at 2:05 however the first time he didn't notice that she was the one driving, and then Ashley driving back, apart from that her story checked out.

He stood up and walk to a waiting room where Paul was sitted , he respected the reverend but sometimes his good intentions could be too much.

"DI Hardy" He said always polite standing up to shake his hand "I'm sorry to bother you but is about Y/N"

"Do you have new information about the case?" Hardy said dryly, and sitedin front of him "I believe Miller already talked to you this morning, and I don't have more to say apart from that"

"No, I already say everything I know, is just I figured since Y/N is not going to be able to go back to his place because of ... the investigation and that" he frowned thinking about Jonathan's body "I thought maybe she could stay at the church, we always have a spare room and well since her family is not around I figured ..."

"How did you know she is getting free?" Alec interrupted him.

"Well I don't think she is responsible for anything" He started clearly surprised that he questioned that.

"Ah, you think you can do my job better than me?" Hardy said, clearly about to loose his temper.

"I just think, or at least I like to think I'm better at knowing people" Paul was more serious, and Hardy was shock by that, maybe it was the years of tragedy he had face with the town, or maybe it was something more personal.

"Oddly how things turn out isn't it? The fiance is gone, and now she goes back to you, and you even want her to live with you. And you are no longer with Becca do you? All seems way too convenient don't you think?" He said looking for something in the priest face, but there was only indignation.

"What are you suggesting? Really? You are going to questioning me?" He said and Hardy just remained silent with her arms crossed "Fine if I you need to know, and I'm surprised Ellie hasn't told you yet, I know her ages ago, her, Ashley we went to school together, and we were together for about one year, I don't know she was 26 at the time. And we broke up because I was busy with the church and we have been friends since then." He said quickly and Alec nodded.

"And you were friends with Norbury?" Alec asked not sure on why he wanted to know.

"I introduced them, a few weeks after he move here he began helping me at the church, and she often volunteers to watch the trouble makers, she must have watch Tom and Danny a couple times back in those days" a shadow of sorrow crossed his face remembering the young kid, something that happened often in broadchurch "I actually forgot to tell something to Ellie" He said remembering suddenly "I don't think is relevant but anyway, I am I meet Jonathan at a AA meeting, and that's why he started helping at the church. He had troubles with drinking at London that's why he came here."

"Did he ever relapse?" Alec ask suddenly with all his alarms on "Like recently?"

"Not that I know, he didn't want Y/N to know about it, and I ask him to talk to her before the wedding, I'm not sure if he did" The sad look was back now for his lost friend.

"She'll be out in fifty" Alec said standing up, and walking towards the door "You can wait for her here"

"What? Oh thanks, she has been trough a lot already, I hope I can help her out on this at least."

"You said her family is not around, what ever happened to them?" He said suddenly stopping at the door.

"They died, in a car accident ten years ago, she was about to leave town, she was not living with them anymore, she was the youngest and they care for her a lot, but after that she felt guilty I guess, she started coming more to church and her problem got worse for a few weeks, I hope that doesn't happen again".

"Sure" Hardy said and walked fast to the interrogation room where Y/N have spent the night. He found her sitted in the same place, and she had clearly been crying, he felt sorry for her, but he had to get things clear first.

"You lied to us" He started siting in front of her. "You drove home on Friday morning out of the bar" She only nodded and took a sip of the water bottle she hasn't touched yet.

"I'm sorry" Y/N said with a throaty voice "I did, I know I'm not supposed to but I actually can drive very well, and I haven't drink that night it, I thought it was safer if I take the wheel than Ash, but she was stubborn enough to drive back herself"

"Any particular reason on why you don't drink?" He asked not giving it much importance.

"I really don't like it that much, and it worsens my anxiety, so I may take a glass of wine here and there, I think that's why I blacked out so long two weeks ago I did drink a few more shots than my usual three" she said putting her hair behind her ear "He was in AA" She said biting her nails "Or at least I think he was, someone left a voice message about changing the hour for the meeting" She face Hardy with red eyes but she didn't cried, not anymore.

"Do you ever saw him drinking?" He asked and his mind was still in the coroner report trying to remember what he said about the content of the stomach.

"No, also he always had "Boy's night" with Paul on the day I knew he had his AA meetings, is weird how any of them thought I will figure it out" She had a sad smile on her face "I always thought he was a terrible liar because of it"

"You can leave, reverend Coats, amm Paul is waiting for you" She gave him a surprise look.

"Why is Paul here?" She asked then putting up her hands so he could uncuffed her.

"You can't go to your own place, we are still looking for evidence there" Alec said avoiding her gaze.

"Detective Hardy, do you believe me?" She asked caressing her wrist, they felt numb after all that time.

"Is there a reason I shouldn't?" He asked looking at her straight in the eyes.

"No, but earlier it felt like you thought it was me" She said.

"I don't have to believe you or not, I make questions and I follow evidence, and evidence doesn't suggest you did it" He avoided answer her directly.

"Then can I ask you a favor?" She said standing up. "When you find who did this to us, and I have faith in you to do it, if is someone I know, please don't tell me" Her voice was low and almost imperceptible and he had to bend over the table to listen better.

"Why?" He asked in a whisper almost as quiet as hers.

"Because I would hate them, and I would want to kill them, and I don't want to be that kind of person" She said and he could see the fear and sorrow in her eyes, and felt grateful that another officer entered to take her way from him. He went back to his office trying to forget that look when Miller walked in.

"Did you let her go? Paul told me on the way out she would stay at the church, that seems fine for now" She said looking at him but he was apparently not listening. "Ready to go see his apartment?"

"What does the coroner said about his stomach?" He asked suddenly leaning back on his chair.

"Vodka? Whiskey? Some sort of alcohol, why?" She asked curious.

"Yeah, something like that, come on Miller we can't lost more time" There he is, Miller smile when he put on his coat again and start walking outside. "By the way, I haven't told you this" He turned at her with a odd expression in his face "I am in therapy with Dr. Florence, I have been there for a few months now, is not important, I just thought you should know" He nodded and kept walking.

"Ok, sure, fine. That's great" Miller said against her impulse of asking more, she was glad he shared that of course, but she knew how hard must have been for him to admit it. "Anyway Becca Fisher owns the apartment where Norbury lived, she gave me the key"

They walked out and Alec started telling her about Jonathan's problem with alcohol, and a few other details he learned that morning but leaving out all about the diaries. He was sure as much as Ellie that Y/N was innocent but that only made things more complicated and he was hoping for a new lead to appear at the apartment, Please don't tell me her voice resonated in his mind and when he closed his eyes he could see her face. This was getting more and more difficult every minute.

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kodoku-roxi · 4 years

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Who are these 'Hunters'?

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September 23rd. 11:46 PM. A new face has appeared at Rainy Day police station. A young man from another sector who has been promoted after only 2 months after his initiation into police.

The young man was following Officer Daniel to show him the current ‘problems’ of the city. Daniel was a little stressed about the new kid; he saw only a child, most likely 21 years old, who had not learned how to tie his tie properly. Daniel opened his office door and let the boy close it. The officer was tired of the same rectangular room with an oversized desk with all sorts of things from coffee mugs to sheets and pens. He opened with a simple press of the ‘enter’ key all six monitors that were also on that desk. “Okay,” Daniel began to speak with a single clap of his hands, “do you see monitor one? Choose what you want us to discuss first.” At the last word, Daniel leaned against the wall with his hands in his pocket and let the boy decide. He looks at the young man as he analyzes the words and pictures on the screen in an attempt to find an interesting topic, at least this was seen from Daniel's perspective. “The Hunters?” The young man asks. Daniel opened the file that wrote ‘the Hunters’ and on monitor 2 were now shown 3 pictures, and on the right side of those pictures were their names ‘Smoke’, ‘Phantom’ and ‘Viper’ plus other short information. On the monitors 3 and 6, there was information about them. The other monitors had to be completely black. But monitor 4 had a picture, the name ‘Deadshot’ and the short informations about him, but below was a red-letter ‘Armed and dangerous’. “Tell me, kid, with who do you want to start? You have 3 people, the fourth person we leave at the end.” “What about Mr. Dread Man from here, it seems the most interesting and dangerous.” “Oh, truly interesting, young man.” Daniel smiled. “So he’s a cyborg. American. It will sound crazy but he is over 300 years old ‘cause from reliable sources, we know he participated in many wars.” “He was recruited and trained from an early age. He was the best soldier of the special forces. At the age of 24, he was seriously injured in an explosion and urgent intervention was needed for their favorite soldier.” “Going back to the present, we know that it is not good to anger him, I witnessed -unfortunately- at some of the results of his missions…” Daniel paused for 10 seconds and continued in a more friendly tone. “He still knows how to handle a knife or how to use any type of firearm. And he is damn talented at hand to hand combat, in short... He is a well-trained war machine. He is a perfect soldier… who.. has.. stepped on the wrong paths...” He was silent for a few seconds and then turned his eyes to the screens "Choose the next person." “Ok. Mmmm, I’d like to tell me what you know about the guy with the biker helmet, just because I’m passionate about motorcycles, but, first, tell me about Smoke.” Before the officer reacts, the boy adds: “Are Smoke and Deadshot brothers? I mean, they are very similar... only the hair is arranged differently. Why do you want to leave Deadshot at the end?” “Because his role in this group is unclear. Unlike the others, Deadshot loves to kill people. As he praises, he ‘didn’t miss a shot’. He has an... exaggerated.. deadly accuracy. As for nationalities... it’s just a suspicion. You know, both have a British accent… but…” Daniel suddenly stopped talking. “But?” “Nothing… it is not very important. Anyway, they are probably brothers,” Daniel laughed briefly and put his hand on his neck “At first -and I know this will sound weird- at first I thought they were the same person, but I finally convinced myself that they are different persons.” “Aha ,what about Smoke?” “About him. He is over 100 years old… Many saw him at different libraries or cafes, usually coming alone and then finding a lady to talk to. Fortunately, those ladies are not injured, killed or worse... He’s passive..” “Wait a bit,” the young man interrupted Daniel, “I didn’t know this group had a name. I mean, I was sure they didn’t have a name..” “Yeah, Jack, you’re right. We called them like that to be easier to talk about them.” The boy took a red pen from the desk and smiled, and with a happy voice said he likes how it sounds, just that he wants to cut that ‘the’ and leave only ‘Hunters’. For Daniel, Jack’s reaction was strange but it didn’t matter too much. Daniel continued: “However, Smoke is very skilled in hand to hand combat and with firearms. He prefers hunting knives or just fists because the alloy he is made can stop any bullet.. probably any bullet, we don't know for sure.” Jack leaned over the desk crossed his arms. “I understand. And what do you know about the leader? ” “Phantom, a good assassin, a good hunter. He has over 100 years. He loves explosives, yet often prefers to get close to his victims and execute them either with his knife or one of the swords he has.” “Those swords can cut through concrete and some alloys. He usually uses one sword, namely the sword that has two bells that he sometimes has tied to his right hand and uses them to lure his victims one by one.” “I have heard stories about his footsteps. That he can be either silent as hell or noisy, I don’t have much knowledge about it.” “Personal Information?” “Many sources say that he often attends places or clubs where illegal MMA matches are organized.” Daniel raised an eyebrow “This machine loves to fight.” At the last sentence, Daniel could hear a noise of discontent coming from Jack. When he asked Jack what happened, the young man said that the problem is far too complex to talk about it now. The boy was right. About illegalities in this city. It can be said that it is ilegal only if dozens of people suffer or die from that illegal activity. That is why the police couldn’t intervene every time. This fact made Daniel have terrible insomnia. Besides, more than half of the city police are corrupt. Rainy Day is currently a chocolate almost eaten by rats and covered with gold foil. Jack turned to the monitors for two seconds. “However, other information about Phantom?” “I don’t know much. I mean I know more about his old team... As I have seen, some were good people, but fate does not forgive anyone. There is no need to talk about them because they are dead.” “Anyway. I don’t know what his nationality is.” Daniel sighed. “I know that he is an alcoholic and often his performance suffers from this stupidity.” Slightly easy as he spoke he could see the face of the young boy changing. “That's all I know…” “Danny, to know, the alcohol has never affected my work.” Daniel could see how the boy’s tone changed to a slightly aggressive tone. “Jack.” Daniel said with a wide and forced smile. “Yes, Danny. I'm not a spy, stay calm.” “You read my thoughts now.” Daniel remained calm, he knew that he could do nothing. He recognized that voice. And a terrible anxiety overcame him. The room was getting smaller and darker. Was Phantom himself. “By the way, I’m from Romania. And I have 142 years. Smoke has 253, and he’s from Canada but moved to London, UK. He is registered in both countries. Also, Deadshot is 192 years old.” “And about Smoke and Deadshot. They are not brothers. Deadshot is a totally different person, who appeared in Smoke's mind after being strongly hit and left unconscious, and when he woke up, well.... wasn't him.... was Deadshot- Ok, I can’t explain this…. Oh, and we fucking hated Deadshot…” He paused and left the red pen on a document on the table. Document that should not normally be there. “But now, it's your turn to ask questions.” Daniel felt compelled to speak: “Why are you doing this?” The officer received a lengthy monologue about how crimes cannot be stopped and that it is better if all the dangerous people are controlled. All he could understand from the boy’s words was that they are good people who do bad things, but not for their own comfort, but to alleviate the disasters that bad people cause every day. Daniel couldn't believe how many disasters were avoided when Phantom and his old group were the strongest and when they could control anyone. He closed his eyes and pondered intensely at all the information that Phantom was telling him about the city police, and refuses to believe that everyone has connections with all those bad people. Daniel opened his eyes. “I understand that you came here to blackmail me to help you with all this masquerade, right?” “No Danny, I don’t want to hurt your honor, plus I'm not the kind of person to do that. At least not to people like you.” The boy took the sheet on which the red pen was placed, letting the pen fall to the floor. “You have gathered some information about Viper. Information that was not to be found. And he asked me to get rid of them.” And then Daniel watched as the boy took a lighter from his pocket and set the sheet on fire. “You see, he is a good friend of mine, and I would do anything for my friends, including accepting compromises such as getting rid of innocent or good people.” Daniel kept his eyes fixed on the red pen on the floor, while Phantom kept talking. “Unfortunately, some information must be kept secret. It’s a shame. Many policemen will die today.” That was. He tried to focus only on the pen on the floor but had not succeeded for long. “Oh, that reminds me!” Phantom exclaims. Then Daniel looks up and watches as the person in front of him suddenly changes his appearance. And then Daniel saw Phantom. A black mulched blouse and some black and white camouflage pants take the place of the police uniform, and a bayonet was fixed on the left leg. At the waist was tight a belt with two smoke grenades and 4 bags. He didn't have his swords, but the bells were tied to the wrist of his right hand. Daniel noticed that Phantom was not wearing his helmet, and then he could finally see his face. He could see his black hair. But he couldn’t see his eyes. It took him a few seconds to realize that a gun was pointed at him. And from the moment he noticed this, the whole room had disappeared. Now, he only saw the gun. His mind was completely empty. And then he had heard Phantom’s voice: “I’m sorry. You’re a good man. And that’s why you finally deserve to rest.” And in the next second, Daniel took his eyes from the gun aimed at his head and looked at the boy, and then he heard a loud sound followed by a short buzzing- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Thank you for reading~ And.... I'm sorry for my English Have a nice day~ (if you see any mistake please let me know) ^^

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xuxibelle · 5 years

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Hey, it's me again with another request :)) I just finished Catch-22 and it left me in tears, so can you do an imagine with Snowden x reader where Snowden doesn't die Thank you💕

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Word count: 1,116

Warnings: Fluff

Requested: yes, by the lovely @justasmisunderstoodasloki

Summary: Y/N is in a relationship with Christopher Snowden. They’ve known each other since they were little and now he’s in the military… that makes things harder on them… especially when he’s away. What happens when Y/N gets Christopher’s latest letter?

Being with someone in the military was never easy, but you’d known Christopher Snowden since you were kids, so that helped a little. Still, it was hard, especially when he was gone for long periods of time like he was now for the war. You never knew when he would be back… or IF he would be back. You always feared the worst… that you would hear a knock at the door and it would be someone coming to tell you that he wouldn’t be coming home. For now, your only means of comfort were the letters you two wrote to each other. As soon as one of you would get one, you would immediately respond, wanting the reply to get back as soon as it could. You were waiting on a reply now actually. It had been nearly a week since you had sent your letter and you were just hoping that things were okay and nothing had happened. When 9AM finally rolled around and you hard the mailman slip your mail through the slot on the door, you rushed to pick up the envelopes. Rushing to look through everything, you stopped when your hands settled on the off-white envelope with Christopher’s handwriting on it and breathed a sigh of relief. You sorted back through the rest of the mail to make sure there was nothing else important before you sat down and opened his letter. You always teared up reading his letters. That’s why you had started keeping a box of tissues by the couch in the living room. This time though, you were a bit confused. He was telling you that he knew he wasn’t going to be home for your anniversary, which you assumed, but he had planned something special for you and had a friend there in New York help him set it up. You couldn’t believe he’d gone to these lengths to do something while he was away. In the letter, he told you that there was a ticket waiting for you at the Belasco Theater. You had mentioned to him repeatedly about wanting to see a play, the only thing that would have made it better was if he was here to go with you. Two nights later, you got dressed and called a taxi to take you to the Belasco leaving plenty of time before the show. After getting your ticket from the attendant, you enter the theater and make your way to the doors to show your ticket to the usher. As he guides you up the staircase, you furrow your eyebrows in confusion. This couldn’t be right… you thought to yourself. You were walking up towards the box seats. And you were right, the usher lead you to a box with two seats inside.

“This must be a mistake,” you say as you look at him in confusion. He looks at your ticket again to be sure.

“No mistake ma’am. This is your seat,” he tells you. You shake your head, thanking him before he leaves and you take a seat looking out over the crowd below you. It was beautiful. You hear footsteps behind you and assume its people walking to other boxes. You tense up when you hear a voice behind you and it takes you a second to realize what’s happening.

“Excuse me, miss, but is this seat taken?” you hear the voice say as the voice slowly registers in your head. Your hand flies to cover your mouth before you slowly turn to see Christopher standing behind you, wide smile spread across his face. Feeling the tears begin to flow from your eyes, you stand on shaky legs as he makes his way over to you. “Hi, love,” he says quietly.

“Wh-what…? How…? When?” you ask, not being able to get a complete sentence out, making him laugh a little. He cups your face in his hands, wiping the tears from your face.

“First, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. I got home yesterday, but I wanted to surprise you. I stayed with Danny,” he explains as you nod your head.

“It’s okay,” you tell him with a smile. “This was the best present you could have given me,” you tell him as you wrap your arms around his neck. He slides his arms down to wrap around your waist, holding you close. You sniffle as you laugh against him.

“What are you laughing at?” he asks you as he pulls back to look at you. You shake your head as you look up at him.

“I thought I was in the wrong seat when I got here, but you planned all of this,” you half laugh. He leans his forehead against yours, touching his nose to yours.

“I did, love,” he smiles at you. “Just for you,” he says quietly before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. You look up at his shining, blue eyes and notice the sparkle in them and how happy they look.

“How long are you home for?” you ask as you gaze up at him. You notice his smile get wider at your question.

“Baby...I’m home for good… I’m not going back,” he tells you. You feel all the air rush out of your lungs at his words.

“What? This isn’t real… You’re joking with me,” you tell him, making him laugh and shake his head.

“No, love,” he tells you softly. “I had help from a friend while I was there… I finished my missions and they let me come home. I’m not going back.”

“You had help? What kind of help… and what friend?” you ask all at once.

“Let’s sit. I’ll explain,” he tells you as he nods to your seats. You both take a seat behind where you’re standing and he takes you hand in his before he begins talking. “I met someone named John while I was there. John Yossarian. He was the bombardier on the plane I was tail gunner on. He helped me quite a lot actually. I was so nervous before my first mission, I was sick just before and he helped me calm my nerves. After that, we became fast friends and he knew about you obviously because I talked about you alot and he would see me writing letters and he would see your letters. So... he told me about this thing he was doing to get home faster because he knew how much I wanted to get back to you... Now, here I am…” he explains with a wide grin.

“Well, whoever he is, I like him already,” you tell him with a smile growing across your face. “He brought you back to me.”

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welcometophu · 4 years

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Into the Split: Reinforcements - Interlude

Twinned Book 3: Into the Split

Reinforcements - Interlude

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Summer, ~30 years ago

Alia,

Well, I’m home. Honestly, I think you’d like it here. Yes, I know, you’re reading this and objecting and complaining about not wanting to be surrounded by Mages. You don’t mind me, do you? Think about how utterly bored you’d be if we hadn’t lived on the same floor this year. Admit it, you were glad when you smelled me out. You walked into my room growling and wrinkling your nose and then you sat down and stayed, even though Megan really thought you were nuts.

I wonder what it would be like if they knew who we were. If they had any idea what we are, and that we’re right here living among them. Mages. Clan. Everything. I just wonder—how can they have no idea?

Anyway. I’ve got three months of farming, cooking, planning, and everything else I’m expected to do for summer work. It’s a good thing I’ve got a good scholarship because kids in my community don’t get outside jobs to pay for school. But we’re kind of a commune, so it works out. They say it takes a village to raise a kid, and in our case, the whole village sends that kid to college, too.

Say you’ll come visit.

Peace and magic,

Val

Val,

You do realize that I am just as busy as you are over the summer, yes? I’m expected to spend time in the fields, and time with the little ones, particularly those who are having difficulty with their shifts. I also work with the textiles. I knit and weave, and I am learning dyeing, although I hate the stench of the dyes. They reek, and I can’t get it out of my clothes.

I’ve been swimming in the river, though. I think you’d like it. There’s a place where it opens up and the current moves swiftly down one side, while it’s lazy on the other side. We take inner tubes out there and just rest and laugh.

Your commune is as small as mine, isn’t it? There are a few others my age. Three who have come back from school in the years ahead of me, and more who stayed out. I don’t have to come back until I graduate. It’s not required, but I like it here. Out there is interesting, and yes, I met you, but here… this is home.

There are only two others from my school year here, and both of them went far further for their schooling. Eddie is happy to be back and isn’t sure he wants to leave again in the fall when his next semester begins. Mary thinks she wants to be a veterinarian and is petitioning to stay at school longer in order to bring those skills back to our community. She’s smart; I think she’ll be able to do it.

I’ll see if I can visit. I can’t easily explain where I’m going.

- Alia

Alia,

Okay, so, I know you just left and I’m already writing a letter. You won’t get it for a week anyway, with the way mail travels from VT to rural NY, right? Well, a few days. But the point is: it was awesome to see you, and I’m so glad you were able to come, and thank you for visiting. I’m glad we’ll be going back to school soon, because I miss you already.

Jack’s been asking about you. Yes, already. I think he was flirting with you. Did you notice? He’s kind of cute, I guess, if you didn’t have to grow up with him. You could do worse. Well. Except that he’s a Mage and I’m sure your family would have a fit about it.

Did you tell them who you’re rooming with next year? I really don’t want to have my throat ripped out before fall semester starts.

I’m going to keep this short because I want you to get something quick after you get home. This world needs something better than letters and carriers that move as a snails pace for communication. Yes, I could call, but if I call your house, I might have to talk to your parents. Which… I have a feeling that wouldn’t go well. You didn’t even tell them the truth about who you were visiting.

I miss you already.

Peace & magic,

Val

Val,

I told them I was going to Burlington, which was not a lie. I brought them back information from the school of Agriculture, so the trip was considered productive. They fully expect me to visit again in the future.

Tell Jack I’m not interested. Thank you.

I miss you, too. It won’t be long before we’re back.

And no, I haven’t told my parents anything other than the truth: I have an apartment with three other girls from school. They won’t be with me when I return in the fall. I’ve spent part of the summer working with my Uncle Danny on a car. We’ve gotten parts from the local junkyards to rebuild the engine. I was going to keep it as a surprise, but well, you asked, and the truth is, I’ll be driving out on my own. My parents don’t like leaving Haverhill and I don’t like having them at school. They think it means I’ll be home more often, or able to drive up to Burlington to meet with the school again.

They’re sort of right, I suppose. I’m sure we’ll think of plenty we can do with a car at our disposal.

That reminds me. I’ve never seen New York City and I was thinking that maybe we could go down for a weekend during the fall. If you want to.

I’ve heard it smells terrible, but I’d like to see it with you.

- Alia

Alia,

In case you haven’t noticed, I’m sticking to you through thick and thin. I will go to the ends of the earth with you, whether that means disappointing Jack (he’s so sad now) or driving into the den of iniquity that is the City. I’m with you.

We should see a play while we’re there. Are your tender senses up for it? I’ll protect you. I’ve heard we can get cheap tickets through some booth in Times Square if we don’t care what we see.

It’ll be our adventure. Clan and Mage together, exploring the world. Wherever you want to go, I’ll be by your side.

Peace & magic,

Val

~20 years ago

Val,

Congratulations on your engagement. I know you will be happy.

- Alia

Alia,

Seriously, that’s all you say? I suppose I should be glad you wrote back. I miss you, you asshole. Why did you stop writing to me?

We should start talking on email. It’s a thing now, if you’ve got a good phone line and a dialup system. Well, and a computer. It’s a lot faster and more reliable than letters. You won’t even have to go to the post office.

I mean it, though. I miss you.

Tell me you’ll be here for the wedding.

Peace & magic,

Val

Val,

I’ll be there for the wedding.

Email, however, is not going to happen here. We do not have a good way to do so.

In the wake of my father’s passing, things have been difficult here. The Council wants someone else to take over, but I’m strong enough to hold my position for now. I’m good for our community, and my mother continues to support me, as does my uncle. The problem is, they’re old. One day they’ll be gone, and I think everyone is waiting for that to happen.

They want me to make a mistake.

They might think traveling to a community of Mages is that mistake.

In case you’re wondering, I don’t agree.

School seems so long ago, doesn’t it? It wasn’t, really. Ten years since we first met, and an entire world has come and gone it feels like.

Tell me about him, Valentine. Tell me he makes your heart sing. Tell me about his magic, and about his courtship. Tell me that he worships the ground you walk on.

Tell me that he is good for you.

I miss you as well.

- Alia

Alia,

Enclosed please find one (1) dress and a pleading, begging entreaty for you to stand by my side when I make my vows. I can’t do this without you.

He’s good, Alia. We started dating a year ago, and it’s gone by quick, but when he asked it felt right. I’m here, he’s here, and I think I want to have kids. I never really thought about that before. It seemed like such a far away idea, but now sometimes when I sit and think, I see a small boy with his eyes and my smile, and it seems like it’s supposed to happen.

I wonder, sometimes, what it would be like to be Predictive and have glimpses into the future. How far do they see? I think about this child, but that’s only a few years down the road. Who knows, in ten or twenty years everything could be completely different all over again.

Like you said, it’s not that long and forever, all at once.

I need you here, Alia. Can you come before the wedding? Can you be with me for this?

I could sneak away. We could go to the City.

Would you come with me?

Peace & magic,

Val

Val,

I am extremely sorry to send this at this late date, but we have an issue here in our Community, and if I leave now, I may never be able to return.

Haverhill is my home, and I must keep it safe from those who would try to change it for the worse.

I am sure you are beautiful as a bride, and I hope you send pictures.

The dress you sent is very nice. It looks strange on me, but you know I don’t dress up like that often. I think you made my mother cry.

She knows who you are. What you are. She still thinks you are good for me, and that gives me hope that my community can be better than we are now. Which is why I have to stay here. I want my home to be a haven for anyone who needs it.

Love him with your whole heart, Valentine. And he’d best love you.

- Alia

~10 years ago

Val,

I need your help. I can’t trust anyone else.

- Alia

Alia,

I promised you once that I would stick to you like glue, so yes, I’ll be there as soon as I can. Things look dire, but we’ll make it through. I am by your side, no matter what, through thick and thin.

Love, peace, and magic,

Val

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