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soarrenbluejay · 1 month

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Supervillains for a community. (Well, except those jerks over in Gotham, insular lot, but they’re they’re one problem) Of course they do- supervillains are a group defined by strong opinions and a willingness to see them through, often with a healthy dash of societal failures and trauma as a catalyst.

The fentons, while not active even on the online message boards, are well known and explosive when they do show up, full of fascinating insights and hours long rants on mad science on hair pin turns courtesy of that ADHD attention span. Bit of the cryptids you feel honored to bump into kind of deal. Besides, like a good quarter of the community as it aged, they’d settled down and had kids (not necessarily in that order) and taken it very seriously! Out in the middle of nowhere, where even the most fearsome government outpost members, the local branch of the IRS, quake before them in fear. Out of the way.

Reveal gone okay-ish, Danny moves to Gotham still to get some air bc now things are Akward and he landed that engineering scholarship which is loads better than any other college would give him with his track record. So- the mysterious Fenton children are finally crawling out of hiding! Everyone is psyched! And roll in to Gotham en masse to witness the fireworks!

Except Danny is Determined To Be Normal. He’s had enough of the throwing himself into harms way shit for a lifetime- he wants to be free to peacefully built Rube Goldberg machines and unintentional increasingly complex bombs to his hearts content. JAZZ, on the other hand- the coveted token Normal One, has finally snapped! She’s watched her baby brother she practically raised throw himself into danger over and over and could do nothing, and now that she’s exposed to this whole network of superheroes outside of small town Amnity, some of those uglier emotions are coming out. And boy is she pissed! And can’t afford to show it much while filing the paperwork to have Arkham legally razed to the ground!

See I love this idea of like, niches in superhero society. A villain the heroes know they can plop their kiddo down with for an exciting afternoon brawl while they take care of a particularly grisly case and come back to a few hours later ranting about some new life lesson and a new move they really want to try. A villain who has a functioning moral compass despite their somewhat batshit long term goal and you can contact to fuck with another villains’s plan so they can laugh at them and you can have an easy afternoon. One who pries up hostile architecture and fills in pot holes, idk man. Get creative here, there’s such potential!

So Jazz becomes a Training villain- someone the heroes know their sidekicks will walk away from in a fight 100% of the time, usually with some new lesson to ponder and only a couple of bruises. Sometimes even snacks!

She also absolutely ambushes mentors to check that they’re worth the kiddo, which they appreciate once they get over being jumped in a dark alley by a 7 foot Amazon trained force of nature. They are not used to being on that side of the jumping, it’s a little unnerving.

(Yes, she low key adopts Shazam upon checking in with him on cursory ‘is the main hero of this city and asshole’ checkin. Yes, the super clones get yoinked out from under Superman’s negligent thumb to go have a blast with Ellie. What about it?)

This however only encourages more assorted weirdos to crawl out of the woodwork. It’s not often one of their own forfeits their potential spot for the running of the coveted Most Normal I Swear prize, but when they do it’s bound to be good! But jazz is off hounding various heroes and punching the faces in of pedophiles and shit whenever there’s no cape within easy reach, and so is a mite bit harder to contact than Danny, who has innocently gotten an apprenticeship under a clockworker for access to their workshop and is gleefully going about doing nerdy shit with great abandon.

Plus this is Gotham. No one gives a shit if someone in the Mad Alchemist uniform and still smoking from their latest experiment pokes their head in a window to bother the local shrimp teen- none of the usual social rules apply, everyone’s crazy here! So everyone drops any and all attempts at masking and just acts their genuine unhinged selves, much to the alarm of the Bats and frustration of Danny.

Bc he cannot get these mfers to go. Away. Even liberal use of the creep stick has little effect when the interloper is calibrated for an opponent with super speed or laser vision or whatever, and he’s trying to maintain his guise as a Normal College Student Do No Investigate.

So he calls in the big guns. He’s not super active in the supervillain kids group chat ever since things in amnity calmed the fuck down post becoming King and then immediately using a loophole that says he will not take the throne until he is grown, as defined by finishing learning his trade a la the medieval standards Pariah set up. So he can just take his sweet ass time with his graduate degree and out of inter dimensional bull shit that much longer! Point is, he hasn’t taken the chance to rant over there in a while, so his Crazy friends are getting a lil worried.

The change to come over and shout at their batshit crazy but (mostly) well meaning parent AND see Danny? Score!

The bats, however, are getting awfully suspicious about this one kid that villains from all over the country are flocking to, especially young and upcoming ones as of recently! And he’s acting his engineering course- all the worst rogues are known to have flown through their PhD studies prior to Cracking. They seem to have a real problem on their hands with this Fenton guy.

#dp x dc #dc x dp #mad science #supervillain community #bonus points if you can pull out some super niche comic villain #justice for kite man #local child of a crazy chemist: so you know that trick you showed me with the soda and the reaction that could turn into just like all foam #Danny: yeah and also back the fuck up #lcoacc: so it’s been like my comfort food right but like I started wondering what you could do #danny: oh no (he says while making what amounts of an overachieving smoke bomb)#lcoacc: so I was like what if I add more of a base to it so it could be solid and then maybe just like a LIL acid to see what happens #Danny: oh ancients #lcoacc: but then the killjoy supes came in a ruined everything from where I was ruining lex Luther’s day #Danny:… did you get in on camera #lcoacc: OF COURSE. oh also like everyone ever if coming over for a sleepover lol #Danny: WHAT I CANT FEED YOU MONSTERS #lcoacc: no worrries we’ll rob a bulk store or something lol #Danny: nO

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morlao · 4 months

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Breaking your own

rules

▪︎Isaac Garcia x fem!reader

▪︎Y/N Howard, Jackie's younger sister

Things have always been tough for you. As the youngest Howard girl you were constantly compared to your older sisters Lucy and Jackie.

Lucy the popular sunshine that everybody loved and Jackie the perfect girl who already had her plans for the future figured out and worked very hard to reach them.

Don't get me wrong, you loved your sisters with all your heart but sometimes you wished that they - especially Jackie - wouldn't set the bar so high. You were always only "Jackie's sister". Even your teachers referred to you that way.

Since the accident it had gotten so much worse. While it was obvious that you were breaking apart, Jackie had much more self control. While she studied even harder, you could barely concentrate.

When you heard the message that you and Jackie had to move to Colorado to the Walter family, you couldn't deny that you felt relieved.

Starting a new life with the Walters also meant leaving this comparism behind. Or at least most of it. You could start over new. No teachers who acted like your way of grieving was wrong and no uncle who told you what your parents would have wanted you to be.

~ ~ ~

You immediately liked Katherine and George when you first saw them as they picked you up from the airport. They made you feel so welcome. One could only hope that the boys were just as nice as they were.

Well... they weren't. At least not all of them.

You hadn't even entered the house when you heard someone shout. "Watch out!" You could just jump out of the way when a boy with a skateboard zoomed by.

"That's Lee." George explained.

Right after him chased a little boy, almost bumping into Jackie.

"Be careful, Benny!", George shouted but you were pretty sure the boy didn't hear him - and if he did, then he didn't care.

George led you into the living room where two boys were sitting on the sofa playing video games.

"Boys, that are Jackie and Y/N Howard. Girls, that are Alex and Isaac."

The boys greeted you both with a smile. The way Alex looked at Jackie made you grin widely. Seemed like this could become interesting.

Meanwhile your attention was on Isaac and for a couple of seconds your eyes met. He looked very handsome with his dark hair and his laid-back look.

Isaac grinned and raised his eyebrow and quickly you looked away. You didn't want him to think that you fancied him. Because you didn't. You were not looking for a flirt or even a relationship. You just wanted to forget about the accident and start over new.

George smiled. "Okay, let's continue the tour." He showed you the kitchen, where you met Will, Nathan and Danny and the living room where Parker was playing Hockey.

Wow, you didn't expect so many of them. It would definitely take you some time to remember all the names.

At last he lead you in the garden to the pool and to a smaller boy with a camera. A blonde guy was just getting out of the water, grinning as he saw you and your sister. He put on a total show, acting like he was the best looking guy in the whole universe.

You hated guys like him. Way too self-centered and way too arrogant. Unfortunately you noticed the way Jackie looked at him. She tried to hide it but she was clearly faszinated by him.

"Come on, Cole! Don't be such a show-off!", Nathan said, rolling his eyes.

Living here could definitely turn out to be exciting.

~ ~ ~

A few days later you woke up to laughter and Jackie's screams.

The door flew open and she stormed in, covered in a towel. "I can't believe it! I can't believe they did this!" She walked over to the mirror and looked at her hair totally in panic.

Still very sleepy you rubbed your eyes and got out of bed. "Did what? What are you talking about?"

"They put bleaching in the shampoo!" She was close to tears. Her hair had now quite a lot of blonde strands that looked like somebody had drawn them with a paint brush. In other words, it looked horrible.

However, Jackie still wanted to go to school. Perfectly ambitious as always. She managed to take George's Baseball Cap and hid her hair with it, it didn't really match her style but better than nothing.

When you came home from school you walked right into a very angry Katherine and a bunch of boys who looked absolutely pissed.

"What's up?", you asked curiously, almost regretting it as Isaac sent you a deathly glare.

Lee lowered his voice. "Your sister is a sneak. She told Katherine what happened today."

Jackie, why... you sighed heavily before running up the stairs to your room. You couldn't believe that she told Katherine. You stormed into your room and walked straight up to her desk where she was sitting and doing her homework. "Why did you do that? You know that you just ruined your chance to be accepted by them, don't you?"

Jackie frowned, clearly not agreeing with you. "What else should I have done? Just accept it and act like it didn't happen?"

You shook your head, grinning. "No way, let's give them a taste of their own medicine. Let's see if they go to school with... let's say... pink hair."

You spent the next two days preparing everything for your revenge.

Jackie was not really helpful, in fact she seemed like she wanted to stop you. "Please, Y/N, don't do it. They were grounded, I think that's enough."

"Fuck no!" You had a plan and you were going to go through with it.

While the others were having their dinner you sneaked into the boys rooms and put hair dye in their shampoo. Lee, Isaac, Cole, you got them all.

No wonder that the next day you were woken again by screams and laughter. Excited you kicked off your blanket and jumped out of bed.

Who has been the first to fall into your trap? Hopefully Cole! You couldn't stand his arrogant behaviour and you also didn't get why your sister seemed so faszinated by him.

You opened your door and couldn't help but laugh. Isaac had just come out of the bathroom, a look of horror on his face. Most of his hair was bright pink. It was hillarious!

The only negative thing about it was, that the other boys were now warned. They would for sure control their shampoo before using it.

"New York is tougher than I thought", laughed Cole, eying your sister as she covered her mouth, trying not to laugh too hard.

"I'm sure that wasn't her", said Nathan before he turned towards you, "It was you right?"

Isaac's eyes widened as he also turned around to look at you.

You leaned against the doorframe, grinning. "Don't underestimate me, Garcia!"

Isaac POV:

Wow, he couldn't deny that he was impressed. He had branded you a popular spoiled girl, a city girl who got everything she wanted, daddy's little darling. Guess he was wrong. You were tougher than you looked.

He eyed you as you stood there laughing. He definitely had to be careful. You were not only beautiful you were also not afraid of standing up for yourself and messing with the boys.

A little smile escaped his lips and he ran a hand through his hair. "Good one, Y/N"

You raised your head proudly.

Long after you disappeared into your room he still stood there, grinning.

Your POV:

The following days you were extremely careful, looking out for Isaac's revenge.

You showered at 4 in the morning so that you didn't cross paths and used freshly bought shampoo. You locked your room and sat as far away from him as possible during breakfast and dinner. Except for "Good morning" you didn't really talk to each other.

To your surprise he knocked at your door one afternoon. "Hey, Y/N, wanna play videogames together?"

You turned around, closing your maths book. "Do you really think I'm this stupid?"

He blinked. "What?"

"If you want to play a trick on me, you have to try harder. I'm not following you in the living room. I bet you have some slime that falls down on me when I walk through the door."

Isaac looked at you perplex. "Nope, I just want to get to know you better. You seem cool." He grinned. "But that's an incredible idea!"

"No pranks?" You raised your eyebrow and Isaac nodded. "No pranks, I promise."

The two of you got along surprisingly well the whole time. Isaac had some snacks and drinks prepared and he showed you his favourite video game.

After a few initial difficulties, things didn't go so badly anymore. "You're not as bad as I thought."

You took another bite of chocolate. "And this from the mouth of Isaac Garcia. I feel honored."

"Yes, you should!"

Since then the two of you often met for video game sessions. He wasn't as annoying as you thought. In fact he was really cool and fun to be with.

Jackie still didn't like him and gave you a disapproving look whenever she saw you together. You didn't really get what her problem was. She was the one who constantly hung out with Cole! Isaac was a saint compared to him.

~ ~ ~

In the last few weeks you were also starting to spend more time with Lee.

He soon grew to be one of your closest friends. (You really thought it was necessary to have a best friend who isn't a close friend to your sister. You wanted your own life after all and not just a cheap copy of your sister's)

How this friendship with Lee started? Well, being the daughter of the famous designer Angelica Howard could be hard. Everyone expected perfection, even if they didn't say it explicitly. Most of the activities you did were only because they would look nice on your CV.

At the Walters' house you had the chance to finally choose hobbies that you really liked. So you wanted to try skateboarding.

One afternoon when the majority of the Walter boys were out to watch Parkers match you took Lee's skateboard that was leaning next to the door.

It took a few attempts until you were able to stand on it without holding on to the wall. Getting around with it was even more difficult. Again you fell to the floor.

How did Lee make it look so easy? You were glaring at the skateboard as you heard a chuckle behind you.

"That looked painful."

You turned your head and saw the Garcia brothers standing there.

Isaac walked towards you and offered you a hand. You took it and he helped you to your feet.

Blushing you rubbed the back of your neck and smiled at Lee apologetically. "I'm sorry for taking your skateboard, Lee."

To your surprise Lee didn't seem angry at all. "You wanna learn it?"

"Sure"

"Okay, I'll teach you how"

Lee wasn't that good at explaining, his teaching methods were more like: I show you how easy it is by driving around and beeing absolutely cool and then it was your turn and you made an absolute fool of yourself (which Jordan captured on camera - thank you very much!).

Isaac's POV:

He couldn't stop smiling. The way you tried so hard not to fall off, your hands stretched out, looking for balance.

Soon he found himself watching you practise everyday and it wasn't boring at all. He enjoyed watching as Lee told you what to do and he even offered to give you a hand when you tried to make turns.

You were a fast learner - or at least faster than he himself when Lee tried to teach him some tricks.

"You're getting better and better", Lee said, clearly proud of himself as a teacher and proud of you, his student.

"Soon you'll turn into a real skatergirl", grinned Isaac and you gave him the brightest smile possible.

He stared at you, feeling his heart racing in his chest. Yes, he couldn't deny it anymore, he had fallen in love with Y/N Howard.

~ ~ ~

Your POV:

Lucy's Birthday. You had feared that day since the accident. And even though Jackie tried to act tough and strong you were pretty sure that she struggled just as much as you did.

While the others left for school in the morning you pretended to be sick and stayed in bed till afternoon, staring at the ceiling.

"Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you" Your words were quiet, your voice shaking. "Happy Birthday dear Lucy, Happy Birthday to you."

Tears streamed your face as you whispered her name. Again and again. Lucy.

Jackie never wanted to talk about her or your parents. It had been months since you last said her name. It left a bitter note on your tongue.

Abruptly you sat up. You needed to get out, you needed to stop thinking about her.

Making sure that nobody saw you, you sneaked in the kitchen and grabbed a bottle of vodka. Katherine had tried to hide it, not knowing that you watched her.

The bottle in your hand you left the house, walking towards the barn. The loft seemed like the perfect place to get wasted. In any case better than your room since you didn't know when Jackie would come home.

You climbed up the ladder and sat down on the floor, your feet dangling above the ground.

Lucy. There weren't enough words to describe how much you missed her. Her spirit, her energy. You had always felt closer to her than to Jackie - not that you didn't love Jackie but she was always so perfect that you felt like you couldn't keep up with her. Lucy on the other hand was popular and outgoing just like you. For her school wasn't the number one priority. Her grades were good but not perfect.

"Hey" Isaac's voice snapped you out of your daydreams. "What are you doing up there?"

You held up the bottle of vodka. "Celebrating!" Your voice cracked, sounding drunk already.

Isaac rised an eyebrow. "What are you celebrating?"

You shrugged, taking another sip. You didn't wanna talk about Lucy, you didn't even know if you could say her name without bursting into tears. "My miserable life?", you suggested.

Isaacs expression changed from slightly amused to worried. He climbed up the ladder and sat down next to you. "Are you okay?"

The question was so absurd that you bursted out laughing. "Yes, yes I'm totally fine!" You handed him the vodka and without taking his eyes off you, he took a sip.

You didn't want to think about anything. Not about Lucy, not about your parents not about school.

You needed something to distract you, something better than alcohol. In New York you always went partying with your friends when you felt like your world was falling apart. Here in Colorado you felt more lonely than ever. Maybe you just needed to feel alive again.

Without thinking about possible consequences you grabbed Isaac by the collar of his shirt, pulled him towards you and kissed him.

Isaac's POV:

Was this a dream? Was this really happening? Did you maybe just kiss him because you were drunk? Did you really want this?

His heart was pounding violently in his chest as he felt your hands in his and your kisses against his lips. He pulled you closer towards him, leaning against you.

He had wanted to kiss you for a while now and even though he mostly seemed so confident, he hadn't found the courage to tell you.

He asked Lee about you once or twice, trying to find out if you liked him too but either Lee didn't knew it or he didn't tell him. What cheek! What else was a brother for, especially when he was best friends with the girl Isaac loved?

His kisses became more passionate. Hugging you and spreading soft kisses on your neck, he whispers: "I'm in love with you."

You giggled, kissing him. It would definitely be best if you didn't show up for dinner.

Isaac actually hadn't thought that you were so heavily drunk, he only noticed it when you two tried to climb down the ladder again.

You giggled, trying to keep your balance what nearly gave him a heart attack. It almost took you twenty minutes.

Isaac grabbed your hand and dragged you towards the house. "Please be quiet!", he begged you while trying to get a glimpse where all the others were.

Had they already gathered in the kitchen, ready for dinner? "Lee!" He whisper-shouted as he saw his brother and signaled him to come outside.

"What's wrong, bro?"

Isaac only gestured towards you, while you were trying to stand on one leg, giggling and blabbering.

Lee stared at you in shock. "Holy shit! She looks totally drunk."

"She is", Isaac confirmed. "We need to get her to her room before Katherine sees her!"

"What if Jackie tells her? She's always trying to act right, remember."

Isaac bit his lip. That was right. Jackie had already proved that she was a sneak.

"We bring her in our room", Lee suggested, "Nobody will notice and we can take care of her until she feels better."

Okay, that sounded like a plan!

"I'll distract the others!" Lee hurried back into the kitchen, making sure the others didn't come out.

Isaac kneeled down in front of you. "Hold on to me. I'm gonna give you a piggybag ride"

You wrapped your arms around him, laughing. "I bet that's fun!" You talked loudly, way too loudly.

Isaac heard Katherine's voice. "Was that Y/N?"

"I don't think so!", Lee answered quickly, trying to block the door, "She said she would be home very late. She has to prepare a talk for literature class with one of her friends - I guess her name was Grace."

He kept talking and talking while Isaac hurried up the stairs, carrying you on his back. There wasn't the right word to describe how relieved he was, when he finally entered his room and laid you down on his bed.

Your POV:

As you woke up the next morning your head was aching. You tried to sit up but stopped in the middle of the movement - and not just because you felt you might need to throw up due to the drinking yesterday.

This wasn't your room. You took a look around, wondering how you got here.

Isaac was lying on the floor next to you. The other bed on the other side of the room was empty. Lee had already left.

Was it already this late? Damn, you didn't want anyone seeing you sneaking out of one of the boys bedroom, especially when you still felt that you were about to throw up. You were sure that they would assume the worst.

Your memory of yesterday was very vague. In fact you only remembered drinking and... oh shit, snogging Isaac. Damn, why did you do that?

It's gonna be so weird sitting next to him during lunch and dinner and seeing him basically the whole day because you lived together.

You covered your face in embarrassment. Okay, stay cool. It was just snogging. Just snogging. You were pretty sure it didn't mean much to Isaac either. He always acted like the cool boy with his leather jacket and his macho posturing.

Slowly you started to stand up and grabbed your shoes that were lying next to the bed.

Isaac moved. You must have woken him up by accident, because he grumbled softly to himself and sat up. His hair looked like a mess but it suited him surprisingly well. "Morning, Y/N" He smiled at you and leaned in for a kiss but you backed away shocked.

"What are you doing?!"

Isaac hesitated, clearly confused. "Well... after last night I thought..."

"You thought what?", you snapped, regretting how harsh it sounded as you saw how hurt Isaac looked.

"I thought we were... we kissed, I told you I loved you..."

Your face starts to burn. "You WHAT?!"

"Don't you remember that?"

"No!" You gathered your stuff and stormed out of his room, not caring anymore if somebody saw you.

All you wanted was to get away from this situation as soon as possible. You had never been good at expressing your feelings or solving conflicts. You were only good at running away.

You ran towards the room that you shared with your sister, threw the door open and stormed inside.

Jackie let out a surprised squeak. "Y/N, you scared me to death"

You kicked the door shut and threw yourself on your bed.

Jackie didn't seem to notice how upset you were. She was lost in her own chaos. "I did something very stupid", she whispered after a few minutes of silence.

You looked at her in surprise. Jackie and doing something stupid? These were words that you normally wouldn't put in one sentence.

You walked over to her and sat down on the egde of her bed. Only then did you notice that she looked just as hungover as you felt. Was she also drinking? "I'm pretty sure what I did is way worse" you said, trying to cheer her up a little bit and offering her a guilty smile.

She shook her head, half smiling, half crying. "I went to a party with Cole and I... I was drinking way too much... I almost kissed him in front of Erin and the whole group... and when I came home and Alex tried to be there for me, I tried to kiss him too."

You looked at her in disbelief. You had never thought that she would ever do something like that.

She leaned over to you and pulled you into a hug.

"Hey, it's all gonna work out, okay?" You rubbed her back soothingly. "Seemed like you took a break from being the good and perfect girl."

She rolled her eyes, smiling. Then a thought crossed her mind and she looked at you questioningly. "Y/N, you said yours would be worse...what did you do?"

"Oh" You blushed a deep shade of red. "I was snogging with Isaac."

"YOU WHAT?" She stared at you wide-eyed.

"I was drunk, way too drunk... I just wanted some distraction from thinking about Lucy and then... it just happened..."

"How much did you drink? And on top of that Isaac?!"

You knew that she couldn't stand him, especially since his prank on her. "Jackie, please, I don't want to talk about it, not yet."

She nodded even though you could see that there were lots of questions swirling around in her head.

Since you didn't want any lunch, Jackie forced you to at least go down for dinner. The Walters were already sitting at the table when the two of you came in. Isaac stared at you angrily. You avoided his gace and sat down as far away from him as possible.

~ ~ ~

Thanksgiving. The first Thanksgiving that you wouldn't celebrate with your family.

You tried to keep busy in order not to think about it.

While you were helping Katherine in the kitchen, Isaac and Lee got ready for their video call with their dad.

Lee picked out a black shirt and even a tie. It was cute to see him so excited as he asked you at least five times if he looked good and if his hair was fine.

"You look amazing", you told him with a big smile, brushing aside the single strand of hair that hung in his face.

Lee nodded excitedly and hurried outside the room.

Isaac still seemed to be angry with you as he walked right past you without even looking at you. He didn't bother dressing smartly but you still thought that he looked very handsome. He always did.

"Can you prepare the vegetables, Y/N?", Katherine asked and handed you the bowl and the different ingredients.

Danny was responsible for the dishes and they looked really amazing. He even let you try a single bite of it. Delicious.

Katherine turned towards you. "Do you know when Jackie comes back?"

"She didn't tell me." Secretly you suspected that she would try to join the fiest as late as possible. That's just the way Jackie was. Acting strong and pretending everything was fine when really she was hurting.

The door flew open and Lee stormed inside. You had never seen him this angry and hurt before.

You jumped to your feet, almost dropping the little bowl of Vegetables. "Lee, what happened?"

Lee didn't answer. Instead he opened a bottle of wine, ready to get wasted.

You turned towards his brother who has just entered the room, looking just as unbothered as he did before. "Isaac, what's up with Lee? What happened?"

He turned around, glaring at you. "Don't act like you care. I know you don't."

His words hit you like a knife. You could feel the others staring at the two of you and your cheeks started burning. "What? Of course I care! How can you say that?"

"Okay" He raised his hands defensively but his expression said 'whatever'. "Guess you do care about Lee then."

"What is that supposed to mean?"

"Oh come on, you know that exactly! You played me like a toy and you couldn't have cared less about it!" He stormed out and you were so bewildered that you just stood there not knowing what to say.

It didn't help that everyone was staring at you, their faces asking clearly "What happened between you two?"

Avoiding to look at them, you ran out of the kitchen and up to your room. Why did he say that? You didn't play him, did you?

Nevertheless his words hurt you deeply, deeper than other people's words normally did. He seemed to hate you and you... you missed spending time with him. Did you have feelings for him?

You shook your head fiercly. When you moved here you had decided that it would be better not to rush in a relationship. Especially since you still struggled with the loss of your family. You needed friends, not some drama about boys.

~ ~ ~

The great bonfire, the party everyone was waiting for.

Of course you also couldn't wait for it. A party! Amazing! Finally some distraction!

You got ready with your sister and your friends. It was hard talking to Jackie alone the past few days. Since she and Alex started dating, he was always around, barely giving you two some sister time.

Originally you had planned to spend the whole party with her and your friends but then Alex and Cole started making their usual drama about who gets to be with Jackie. Pretty annoyed you walked off - which Jackie didn't even notice.

Lost in thought you stood in front of the bonfire, staring into the flames.

"Y/N" Lee walked up to you, a worried expression on his face. "Are you okay?"

You didn't want to ruin his evening so you forced a smile and tried to forget about Cole and Alex' drama for once.

You poked Lee in the cheek and grabbed his arm. "Yeah, I really like the party. You know... the partys in New York are totally different from here."

A soft smile escaped his lips. "What are they like? Tell me about it."

"Well..." How should you describe the feeling, the unique style, the atmosphere? To be honest the only comparism that hit you was: "They are just like Jackie."

Lee raised his eyebrow, looking confused but curious. "What do you mean 'like Jackie'?"

You shrugged. "They are perfect in every way. Glamorous even. Everyone is wearing beautiful dresses and drinking fancy cocktails with straws. They are talking about their dreams and their plans for the future. Most of the people I know have already figured it out." It often felt like you didn't belong there.

Lee watched you attentive.

"Most of the parties I went to were organized by students in order to get extra credits. They seemed like a ball for a princess." You couldn't help but laugh. "I prefered the clubs. Dancing like tomorrow didn't matter and like nobody was watching. I have only been there twice." As a minor it was hard to get in, but Lucy had always found a way.

Lee looked amused. "And now you're here, playing beer pong and standing around a huge bonfire. No cocktails, no glamour."

"Yes, it feels like two different worlds."

"Which one do you prefer?"

"Honestly? This one here. No need to be perfect, just having fun and being yourself."

He chuckled and you took a sip from your drink. "By the way...have you seen the others? I want to convice Jackie to play beer pong against me. That could be my one and only chance to be better than her." Also she needed distraction from the Alex and Cole drama.

You stood on your tiptoes, searching the crowd for familiar faces. You turned around and you saw them, right next to the fireplace. Your heart clenched.

Isaac and one of the cheerleaders. The girl looked amazing. Of course she did, all cheerleaders did.

Don't cry. Don't cry. Damn, you could feel the tears in your eyes.

Lee stroked your back comfortingly. Hell, you were angry.

So goddamn angry, but not at Isaac or the girl, you were angry at yourself. You've had your chance and you pushed him away. Guess you deserved this.

Isaac POV:

He laughed as the girl in front of him said something about the party last weekend. He didn't pay attention what it was, honestly he couldn't care less.

Every now and then he stole glances over his shoulder to make sure you had noticed him and were still watching. I mean, what was the purpose of making you jealous when you didn't see it?

Yes! You were close to tears! He couldn't help but feel happy about it. After all it meant that you liked him, didn't it?

Lee was standing right beside you, his arm around your shoulder. Isaac's smile froze.

"Hey, are you okay?", the girl asked him. He didn't even remember her name.

"Mh? Yeah, yeah I'm fine." When he looked in your direction the next time, you were gone. Panic started to rise within him. Had he gone too far? Was it a horrible plan?

"I'm sorry, I have to go", he told the cheerleader, not caring that he interrupted her. Well, her story wasn't very interesting anyway.

Without waiting for her response he hurried over to his brother, looking around if you were anywhere near him. "Bro, where is she?"

Lee nodded in the direction in which you had walked off. "She wanted to be alone. Guess your brillant plan backfired."

Damn, he was right. But still he didn't regret going through with it. At least he knew now that you liked him because what other reason could your reaction have? "Did you tell her?"

Lee was clearly offended by this question. "About your plan to make her jealous? No, I promised not to, remember? Damn, just go and talk to her! You act like a seven year old!"

Lee's words made Isaac's face burn with shame. He was right, wasn't he? He really acted like a little kid. Hoping he hadn't messed completely with you, he followed you.

Your POV:

You turned as you felt someone walking up beside you. Isaac. His pretty cheerleader was nowhere to be seen.

"Hey" You forced a smile, pretending that everything was fine. You were getting better at it lately.

Isaac looked at you, worried and maybe also a bit guilty. "Is everything okay? I saw how sad you looked when you walked away from Lee."

You shook your head, smiling. "Oh, it's fine." Damn, talking to him was harder than you thought. Why was he suddenly so nice to you? He has been ignoring you or glaring at you for days, maybe weeks, and now... he left this pretty girl in order to talk to you? That boy really was a mystery.

"Look, I'm fine, Isaac. Why don't you go and have fun talking to that cheerleader girl. She seemed to fancy you." You didn't mean to sound this annoyed and bitchy.

"But I would rather talk to you, Y/N", Isaac said and suddenly he looked even more guilty. His face burning bright red he rubbed the back of his head. "I just talked to her... to make you jealous."

What? You couldn't help but stare at him. Your heart did a somersault out of joy. The relief you felt... did that mean that you liked him?

Your silence seemed to make Isaac feel insecure. He lowered his head. "Sorry, that was a stupid idea... it's okay if you don't like me."

"No that's not..." you hurry to say, "I'm sorry for what happened that day in the loft and for the way I behaved afterwards. I should have apologised way earlier." You avoided looking at him and stared into the pitch black night instead. "I didn't want to get emotionally involved... it wasn't sure how long Jackie and I would stay here after all. It wouldn't be fair to start a relationship and then move away a few weeks later."

Isaac laughed and you looked at him bewildered. "What's so funny about that?"

"Well... everything. You say a relationship wouldn't be fair but what you did is even more unfair! You made me fall in love with you, you kissed me and then you ran away and acted like it didn't happen. Like it wasn't a big deal."

You didn't know what to say. He was right and you knew it. But that didn't matter now. He just confessed to you! Your heart felt like dancing in your chest.

"Why don't you give it a try, Y/N?" His voice was soft, almost sensitive. He took your hand, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand.

You didn't know what to answer. Should you tell him that you were afraid your uncle would take you back to New York and that saying goodbye to him would be even harder? That you tried not to get too close because you were never good at showing your emotions? That you were afraid you would hurt him again because that's just the way you were?

A thought crossed your mind. Starting over new, that's what you had wanted when you came here. You wanted to leave the old Y/N and all her problems and insecurities behind and use the chance to become someone new. Maybe this also meant giving Isaac a shot. You liked him, so maybe you should stop running away. Maybe you should break your rules of not getting too close to someone while you were here.

You stepped closer and reached out your hand to touch his cheek. His eyes widened with joy. Slowly the two of you leaned forwards, your lips touching in a sweet and gentle kiss. He seemed restrained, almost fearing you would change your mind and pull away again. To prove to him that you wouldn't run away this time, you pulled him closer and intensified the kiss.

For a moment you forgot everything around you, you only concentrated on the feeling of his lips against yours and his warmth. When you slowly start to pull away, you couldn't stop smiling.

"We don't have to rush things. And I promise I won't show you off like a trophy in school." He chuckled, clearly thinking about the way Alex and Jackie acted - all touchy and totally embarrassing. It was so gross walking through the hallway and seeing them snogging in front of everyone.

"That's very good to know", you smiled back. Your decision was right, you could feel it deep inside you. Isaac Garcia was worth breaking your own rules.

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xhoneygirlxx · 8 months

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Fool For You

Dad!Steve Harrington x Fem!Reader

summary: Life as a single dad but life is about to get way harder when Steve falls for his son's teacher.

warnings: fluff. slight angst: mentions of steve's childhood. steve is sad over his son's first day of school. No pronouns are used for reader but they're described to wearing fem clothing. Steve compares reader to Miss Honey from Matilda. Readers skin tone/ethnicity is not mentioned. fic is set in 91 (let's pretend Matilda had already come out by then). meet cute. mentions of being a single parent. Steve's son is named Danny. ending is rushed lmao lets pretend it's not. bad writing/grammar errors. Not proofread!! 18+ plus only, MDNI

*If I missed anything lmk!

a/n: Awe my beautiful lovies!!! we are halfway done with my wonderful birthday week :( I just want to thank each and every one of you for supporting me and showing me nonstop love. I love each and everyone of you so dearly!!!! I also wanna apologize for the late upload! I hope you guys can forgive me!

Maybe I’m crazy, but it’s hard to ignore you

And I can’t wrap my head around it, but it feels

Oh, like I loved you before.

Being back in the hallways of Hawkins Elementary felt odd. Everything has stayed the same since the last time Steve went there, the paint of the walls, the decorations, even the smell was all the same. It smelled like a chilly autumn morning and books, innocence and childhood - a smell he didn't even realize he missed so much until he entered the building.

The cinder block lined walls hold memories, locking them in place until the end of time. Now his son's will be there along with them, a new generation of the Harrington family ready to leave their mark.

Walking hand and hand with Danny, Steve feels every single emotion any parent would on their child's first day. It's bittersweet, stinging him right through the heart with sadness and patching itself up with a sense of excitement. Danny on the other hand is a ball of energy, bouncing with every step he takes, like he always does.

The small boy is nothing but big smiles, eyes darting everywhere as he takes in the new environment. His Ninja Turtle backpack is comically bigger than him, flopping off of the backs of his knees with every step he takes.

As he looks down at his son, who looks just like him at that age, a big rush of adoration falls onto the older man. Over the short five years that Steve became a dad, he's learned that you can fall in love with your baby all over again just like the first time you held them. Steve is always amazed by Danny and the amount of love that runs through his veins for the small boy, but sometimes you need a little refresher like right now.

"You excited to meet your new teacher, Danny?" Steve swings the small boys arm causing him to giggle.

Nodding his chestnut hair, he looks up at his father with wide eyes. "M'cited dad."

"You gonna make lots of friends?" Steve isn't sure if this question is appropriate but a part of him worries about his son's ability to make new friends, since Steve is the only one out of his friends that has a child.

"I fink so but they hav' to like tourtles." Danny isn't really bothered by the question too much, not when he's too focused on the bright decorations that stick all over the walls.

"Turtles, Dan." It comes out in a chuckle. Even though Steve always corrects his son on the word, he's still a sucker for the way he says it.

Making it to the end of the hall, they stop at the wooden door with the numbers 206 written over them. The memory of Steve's kindergarten years creep into his mind as they stand there, flashbacks of him holding his mom's hand as wet tears streamed down his face. He wonders if his mother remembers that or if she buried that in the back of her mind like everything else in his life.

Pulling himself out of his head, Steve knocks on the closed door and scoots back just a little to leave room for it to open. Crouching down to his son's level, he runs a nervous hand through his hair, fixing whatever pieces didn't stay down.

"Daddy, you're gonna mess it up." Danny pouts, lightly stomping his converse clad foot on the vinyl flooring.

Pulling his hand back, Steve realizes he's using his son for his anxious habits. "You're right, m'sorry. You gonna be okay?"

Danny rolls his eyes in a sassy way, the way that always makes Steve laugh. "Yesss dad."

Wow, his son is really his carbon copy.

The sound of the heavy door opening pulls both of their attention, Steve immediately springing up from his position wiping his clammy hands down his shirt.

Steve steels himself for who he's about to meet, releasing a shaky breath he didn't realize he was holding. Now, Steve expected to see a middle aged woman, maybe even older. He pictured someone with a grandma type energy, sweet and welcoming. What he didn't expect was you.

Standing there in the doorway with the bright light of your classroom falling around you in a halo. A pretty floral dress hangs from your body, cinching your body just right without being too inappropriate. Your cheeks are puffed up as you smile brightly, eyes crinkled at the sides as you do.

You seem about the same age as Steve, no older than twenty five. Glasses sit on the top of your head, pushing back the front of your hair. In a way you remind him of Miss Honey, not looks wise but your aura. You're so fucking pretty and he doesn't think he'll be able to formulate a sentence.

"Let me guess," You stand with a hand on your hip, pretending to think hard, "You must be Mr. Daniel Harrington."

The little boy in question beams up at you, bouncing on his toes as he clutches his excited hands around the straps of his backpack.

"My dad calls me Danny." The lisp that he has is very noticeable when he says it. Steve can tell you want to coo so badly over the small boy, the flexing of your fingers not going unnoticed.

Crouching down to his level, you reach out a hand to Danny for a handshake. "What a pleasure to meet you Danny."

Placing his hand into yours, he shakes it in a jerky manner. His missing bottom tooth shows off with the way he smiles at you. Pulling your hand away, you stand up straight still looking at the small child.

"Danny whenever you're ready you can head right inside and find the cubby with your name on it!" Your voice is like the sun, bright and chipper.

Craning his next up to his dad, he waits for his dad's permission even though his body trembles with anticipation. Steve on the other hand doesn't want to let him go, not ready to detach himself from his baby he spent five years with.

Kneeling down, Steve wraps his son in one last hug. The sting of unshed tears hits his nose first, the lump that sits in the back of his throat waits patiently for the dam to break.

"Okay dad, I have to go!" The small boy giggles, not understanding the gravity of the situation. To him he thinks his dad is just being silly, not realizing that his dad's heart is breaking.

Reluctantly Steve pulls away, trying to remember the look on his son's face. His own flesh and blood, the boy he's worked so hard to raise by himself, and God is his heart full.

"Alright little man, go head inside." Tapping a heavy hand to the boy's head, he watches him duck into the classroom.

Popping back to his standing position, Steve tries his hardest to blink the tears away. You still stand there, observing the classroom behind your shoulder.

"Oh, Mr. Harrington," You call out before he can leave and he's quick to interrupt you.

"Please, call me Steve. I feel like I'm too young to be Mr. Harrington." He half chuckles, ignoring the skip of his heart when he makes eye contact with you.

"Steve," You correct, a bashful smile on your face, "I wanted to ask if you would be the only person to pick him up or if your wife would also be included in pick ups and drop offs."

"Oh, no I'm not- his mom isn't." Lifting a hand to scratch at the back of his neck, he thinks of the best way to say it.

"Danny's mom isn't around, so it'll be just me on pick up and drop off duties. Possibly his aunt Robin but I'd let you know beforehand." A tight smile forms on his face.

"Oh I am so sorry, I shouldn't have assumed." You rush to apologize but you're quickly interrupted with the shake of his head.

"It's okay, you didn't know." He reassures and you visibly relax.

You're just as nervous as he is and he wonders if it's because you feel the same spark he does. Or maybe he's thinking too much into it. Either way, he'd like to think it's the latter.

"Well I'm very excited to teach Danny this year, he seems like a great kid." Although liking kids is part of your job, it sounds sincere coming out of your mouth and not rehearsed.

A coy smile breaks out on the older man's face, rose tint pours onto the rounded apples of his cheeks. "Y-yeah, he's a good kid. He can be shy sometimes but he loves to be around people."

Nodding your head, you sneak another peak behind you to check on the boy. "That's okay, I'm shy too."

When you turn to face Steve again, your lip is tucking behind your teeth. You're so fucking cute it makes him forget just how sad he was to drop off his own son and he doesn't know if that's a good or bad thing.

A long pause settles between the two of you, eyes becoming too bashful to meet. Steve kicks his foot at the hard floor, hands tucked into the pocket of his jeans.

"Well Steve, it was so nice to meet you but I have to get back in there." You sigh hiking a thumb over your shoulder.

Steve feels like someone just popped him like a balloon, the small amount of joy he's felt just by talking to you has now been taken away. Meeting you with a tight lipped smile, he nods understandingly.

After bidding your farewells, Steve thinks about you. He wishes he wasn't so awkward, that he had acted way cooler than he did, and how breathtaking your smile was when you spoke to him and his son.

On his drive home all he could think about was you and his son, ping ponging back and forth between the two. Steve wishes that he met you before today, maybe in the coffee shop on Main or in line at the grocery store. He wishes that he would be able to ask for your number and take you out without any consequences brought on by the school.

He doesn't know how he's going to last a full year with Danny in school and he's really not sure how he can manage to keep a professional conversation with you every morning without falling in love.

The low hum of Rod Stewart's "Rhythm of My Heart" plays through the car, the soundtrack to Steve's drive home.

Ah, the rhythm of my heart

Is beatin' like a drum

With the word's I love you

Rollin' off my tongue

"Fuuuuuuck," His voice drags out in the safety of his car, "I'm screwed."

Yeah, he was definitely screwed.

The ending feels rushed and it's not good but I hope you still enjoy! love you all :)

#steve harrington headcanon #steve harrington fluff #steve harrington imagine #steve harrington smut #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington x you #steve harrington angst #steve harrington fic #steve harrington x fem reader #honey's birthday bash #honey's holiday celebrations

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clockwayswrites · 9 months

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A Broken Sort of Normal Part 9

WC: 1431, Masterpost CW: blood, cannon typical violence, off screen civilian and first responder deaths, mentions of death

Danny and his Flash were both very busy people, there was no denying that. The good thing was that the worst of their busyness were the same events. Sure, they both had obligations outside of that. Danny had all of the other work with the outreach and now overseeing and even training other team members. Flash… well, Flash had whatever he did with the rest of his life. Danny assumed he worked, even if it was for the Justice League.

It was a little odd not knowing Flash past the mask. Danny understood, of course he did. A secret identity was important and, despite having been on several dates now, they still were getting to know each other. It wasn’t as if Danny didn’t know anything about his Flash. He knew Flash always comforted the kids first, was fiercely loyal, and couldn’t resist petting a dog. He knew Flash loved trying new foods, played video games with friends that Flash wished he saw more, and really did enjoy spoiling him. He knew a lot.

He just didn’t know Flash’s name or what family Flash had or if those freckles ran all the way across Flash’s nose.

Danny would be patient though, because he understood. It helped that he at least had Flash’s number. He didn’t know if it was a burner phone or an app or routed through a number of proxies; he hadn’t asked. The first thing Danny had done, in fact, was to send a Flash meme. It had gotten him shoved, but that had turned into a make out session on the couch, so Danny certainly wasn’t complaining.

And if Danny now kept a collection of gifs, memes, and other silly Flash things on hand to send? Well, who could blame him.

He rolled over to grab his phone from the coffee table and sent off another picture of a cat dressed up in Flash’s outfit. The amount of people dressing pets up as superheros was honestly shocking. He didn’t expect an answer right then, looking at the time, but he found it was… nice to be able to find things to send to Flash for him to find and respond to later. It made him feel connected to someone in a way that he hadn’t had in years.

Danny recognized, now, that he had been really hurting himself trying to stay so separate from everyone. One way or another, this is how things would be for the rest of his life. He couldn’t keep morning what had happened, what he had lost. Besides, he was just a civilian now, he wasn’t a danger to his friends and family anymore. So, along with Flash, Danny had started actually accepting the occasional invitation from some of his coworkers. He had even found a game store to go to and play at on the weekends.

It was harder than he thought, putting himself out there again, but his life was brighter for being around people outside of work every week or so. He had Flash to thank for that.

He also had Flash to thank for getting him addicted to the Percy Jackson books. He could personally do with less lightning, but the story had a real way of resonating with the halfa. Danny was three books in at this point and needed to know how it all finished up.

A few chapters further in a notification interrupted him.

Quick Boy: It’s not fair that a cat wears my uniform better than me!!

Danny laughed and tapped the message.

Danny: The cat is pretty cute. But I still think you wear it best. You have a better butt. 😏

The little dots wiggled as Flash typed. It was endlessly amusing to Danny that despite being, literally, super fast, Flash was slowed down by the physics of the world around him, like how fast a phone could accept input.

Quick Boy: 😳🫣🥵 Danny! Have you been checking out my butt?

Despite himself, Danny felt a blush heating up his cheeks. They hadn’t gotten any further than kissing, it didn’t feel right to go further when Danny didn’t know who Flash was, but that didn't mean Danny couldn't tease.

Danny: You run around in spandex, I can’t NOT check out your butt. Have to say, it’s a pretty good one. 10/10, would ogle again.

Quick Boy: How do you feel about ogling it in my most flattering sweatpants? Got a hold of that Japanese giant bug movie you were ranting about. I can grab food and be over to your place in about an hour?

Danny: Stop calling it that!!!You know the title! 😤

Quick Boy: I’m not typing out that title.

Danny grinned as he rolled off of the couch. If Flash was coming over, he should at least pick up a little. Danny knew Flash didn’t really care, but the pile of laundry that Danny had been avoiding folding was a bit much.

Danny: Thought you were supposed to be fast.

Quick Boy: 😒

Danny: Come on, quick boy, take the nanosecond and type it.

Quick Boy: I hate you.

Danny: No you don't~

(Danny sung along as he typed.)

Quick Boy: “Help I’ve Been Made a Holy Knight in a World of Giant Bugs and Need to Save the Prince”

Danny: Knew you could do it! Proud of you. 😘 See you in an hour! Bring Thai and ice cream!

Danny was just putting away the folded stack of laundry when an alarm on his phone screamed at him.

It was work.

Emergency alert.

All hands on deck.

Danny dashed for his door, shoving his feet in his work boots and grabbing the backup vest he kept at home. Someone would drive the trucks full of kits there, but Danny still took his little kit with him, just in case he ran into any wounded on the way.

So much for dinner and cuddling his boyfriend.

As soon as he stepped out onto the street, Danny could hear the sound of sirens and the acrid smell of smoke stung his eyes. Danny’s heart sank.

Whatever this was, it was big.

“Danny.”

Danny flexed his hands. Flakes of dried blood broke off and scattered in the wind.

“Danny, babe.”

He would need more gloves for his kit. Was he out? He had to be out. He changed gloves so many times. There were so many people. He had to be out of gloves. He would need more for his kit.

Other hands entered his vision, covered in bright red. Not blood red, bright red. Blood red was mostly darker than people thought. Bright blood was worse. He watched as the hands gently rolled down the gloves.

He needed more gloves.

“Not for today, babe. You’re done for today.”

He needed more gloves, there were so many people.

“Everyone is accounted for. You and the others got everyone.”

Not everyone.

How many people died under his hands today?

Were already dead when he found them?

Wouldn’t last the night?

How many people did he fail?

Too many.

“Danny.” The voice was worried now. “Come on babe, look at me, please?”

Blood had gotten under his gloves, staining his wrists.

“Babe, please.”

Warm, fabric covered hands rested on Danny’s cheeks, tilting his gaze up and away from his hands.

Oh. “Flash?”

“Hey there, babe, you with me?”

Why did he look so worried?

“Because you’re scaring me a little. I think you’re in shock.”

Oh.

“Do you have a shock blanket in your kit still?”

“No… used them all. Had to cover…”

How many people did he fail?

“Okay, that’s okay. I’m going to take you home, okay babe? Well, not my home, but where I used to live— right, that doesn’t matter now. We’re going to go and I’ll keep you safe.”

Danny motioned to a cluster of officials. “I have to—”

“I’ve already checked you out.”

“My team?”

Flash glanced down and away.

“Flash, my team?”

“They’re…. all accounted for. Larson…. He got caught in part of the building coming down. He didn’t make it. Patel was paired with him. She’s at the hospital, they think she’ll pull through.”

Danny tried to say something, but the words caught in his throat. He wanted to scream, to rage, to wail— it all caught up in his throat because he couldn’t. He let out a soundless sob.

Flash pulled Danny into his arms, holding him close. “I know. I know. I’m taking you home. You’ll be okay Danny. It will be okay.”

The colors of the world blurred together as Flash ran, but Danny hardly noticed.

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AN: So this has been 95% written since before I got sick, but just now was the first time I could get my brain to deal with it. A darker part of the story, I know, but it felt needed. Danny's doing a very, very hard job and one made all the worse because Danny used to be able to do more and now he can't. (Though I have no doubt he pushed use of his powers further than was really safe in this.)

Stay safe and delightful, my darlings!

I no longer tag people for several reasons, you can subscribe to the masterpost instead to be notified! (May notify this part slightly later, I am queuing it.)

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noetnoet · 5 months

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Lifechanger - DEMO

Lifechanger is a 18+ real-life romantic drama where you'll play as a teacher who just started a job at a special school.

Content warnings: explicit language, (possible) mention of child abuse, mental health and (possible) unhealthy relationship.

The content warnings may change!

A few days ago you got a job offer at a pretty famous school, the Smith's Academy. You get a good salary, you live only 20 minutes away from the school, and you get a big starting bonus. Sounds perfect, right? Well, it is not as good as it seems at first.

This school is for troublemakers. The bad ones. Most of the kids are misunderstood, some are born evil and others just have the worst parents who put them in this school for no good reason. They all have one thing in common, they make the school feel like hell on earth. Not only the children will make your life harder, but also some of the adults are quite the challenges. This story focuses on relationships and mental health.

This job will change your life forever, whether it's for the better or the worse will depend on your choices. Welcome to Lifechanger.

Character Customisation. Choose your appearance and gender, and choose one of the 3 backstories. Will you deal with your past or let it consume you?

Play as a teacher. Choose between 3 students you can meet. Change their life for the better or the worse.

Romance. Romance your charming boss, an elegant co-worker, or a sweet mother of one of your students.

Complex Relationships: Everyone has secrets perhaps; someday they will come to light. Can you truly get to know your lover and friends?

See how your actions change the actions of those around you, good or bad. One thing is sure: Your choices matter a lot.

Danny Smith [M]: Your charming boss. At first he looks stoic and cold at first , not kind at least, but in reality he has a hard of gold. He enjoys working with kids and the school is everything to him. Maybe too much for him. He is very social but it looks like he never lets anyone get close. Can you truly capture his heart and get to know him?

Alice Smith [F]: Just like her uncle quiet charming, a bit too confident sometimes but it makes her quite attractive. She is the school psychologist and has helped a lot of children already. But not like Danny she seems to seperate work and life more. She cares for her students that is clear but there is something...sly about her. Can you figure out who she truly is?

Dolores Richards [F]: She is a secret fully. Yes she is kind and looks sweet but there is something about her. She married her husband while she was in college, it all seemed perfect but lately things have changed. Can you help her figure out what she wants?

Lisa: One of your students who is going through something that changes her life forever. Can you help her or will you only drive her further into her depression. [1/3 kid stories you can follow.]

Oliver: The son of Dolores and a student of yours . Although he is dressed well and he gets anything he wants from his parents, the things he needs most are neglected. Can you help Oliver find a way to feel fully loved again?

Jaden: A boy born in a poor family and although not on purpose neglected by his parents. He spends his days in school and at work trying to earn enough for his family. Can you find a way to help him and his family?

Other

Lifechanger is currently a WIP. The demo is at 14K. I am planning on updating every 2-4 weeks with a new chapter, the story will be between 30-40k words long. This is my first story so i’ll be keeping it fully free and i hope to learn a lot from it. Don’t be afraid to give me tips or help with my grammar.

Thank you for reading this!

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#if: intro #status: wip #Lifechanger #if #drama #romance #interactive fiction #cog #dashingdon

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f1version · 7 months

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little things — request a driver + prompt or a song and i will write some headcanons

daniel ricciardo + fantasy (kali uchis, don toliver)

FANTASY ★ DR3

pairing: daniel ricciardo x gf! reader ( she/her ) word count: 877

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You met him in May 2018, out with your friends in Monaco after the Grand Prix. Friends of friends led you to the winner’s party, which led the winner’s eyes to follow you all night.

Daniel was overconfident that night, introducing himself as “the man of your dreams”, flirting shamelessly, and getting you to dance with him. Begging for you not to lose your focus on him, becoming obsessed with how you talked, looked, and reacted to him. The Aussie didn’t know if it was the alcohol but the night he was supposed to be the center of the universe, you became his.

“Is it okay if I ask for your number, Sweetheart?” He had been planning on asking you via a joke, but nervousness finally caught up to him. He was the luckiest man alive when you said yes.

Then he became a constant in your life, date after date, touch after touch. It all felt natural, learning about the other (from globally known facts to your deepest secrets, from mind to body) made you fall for the other even harder.

An official relationship was no surprise to your friends, Scotty being the most excited from Dan’s side. “I’m telling ya mate, he didn’t shut up about you for a second”

He gave you all and you happily received it: The hugs, the kisses, the jokes, the dates, the lazy days, the jewelry, the flowers, the sweet nothings on your ear, the dirty obscure ones in bed. He worshiped you and it was everything.

It felt like a fantasy sometimes, hidden in your apartment in Monaco or his home in Perth. So far yet so close to F1.

But that’s the catch, isn't it? The flaw everyone sees in these relationships. Daniel is an F1 driver, a traveler. Sometimes, schedules create disharmony, small arguments come around, and busy days make you wish you were lazy in bed together.

Both of you have learned that there are a lot of things that make a relationship tougher than it is. There are times when it’ll get lonely in your apartment or his hotel room, and others when you will fall asleep laughing at each other’s jokes.

It never broke you down, you always tried to pull the other up.

One time, when the distance was unbearable, you ended up arguing about why Daniel had to change his toothbrush over Facetime. “You never fucking understand me!” “Well make me fucking do it, sweetheart!” It had been stupid but both of you were frustrated, overwhelmed by it all. The call fell quiet for 12 minutes after the fighting ceased, both laying in bed, thinking and looking at the ceiling. “Baby,” “Yeah?” “Tell me why you’re mad at me”

You talk it out, that’s how you get through it. Communication has always been key, voicing your concerns most of the time, and doing your best in listening to the other (it isn’t completely fight-proof but it works).

Eventually, you even have an emoji system over text for tougher and busier days, it lets the other know when you don’t feel well or if one is mad, doesn’t want to talk, or just has to spend a bit more time at work.

You close distance with long calls, loving (and a bit dirty) texts, sweet presents, daily photo dumps, and more. It’s like you are right by the other’s side.

Daniel also put a lot of effort into the traveling bit, when he couldn't fly you out with him, he would try to get back to you as soon as he was allowed. His most reliable route to leave fast (from f1 weekends) is Max, the man is always arriving late and leaving early. Danny found his balance, sharing it with you, and it made the situation improve by a mile.

When you are together, you are proof that love usually triumphs over anger or bitterness. Sharing moments you will never get tired of.

Kisses down your back are something you will never get tired of. Daniel loving you so deeply he brings tears to your eyes at night, pleasure filling your heart will never be tiring. “I love you” will never get old.

“So, that obsession keeps your bond healthy,” Seb told Daniel once, and he sort of believed his ex-teammate was right. He wouldn’t exactly call it an obsession but you were someone he couldn’t live without, someone he wanted to drown himself in for the rest of his life (yet not an obsession, he said) (or maybe yes, he was obsessed) (“in a healthy way” “sure Danny”)

You weren’t safe from it though. You couldn’t stop talking about him, thinking about him, or cheering on him. Race weekends were your safe haven, watching his interviews and putting on his point of view. Sending hundreds of texts and selfies after, no matter the result.

He read those texts, looked at those pictures and, even if he had DNFed, he felt better. You loved him unconditionally and that drove him crazy (pun intended)

At the end of the day, you loved, worshiped, and treasured the other. Yes, you made mistakes, but you made it right eventually.

That’s it, that’s the end of the hcs <3

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sassysadisticsarcasms · 2 years

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DP Head canon/Prompt #1

In the show, ghosts are portrayed as beings made out of a substance colloquially known as ‘ectoplasm’. With the rumble-tumble half-assed science we’re given in the actually show, this is left relatively unexplored. We know, colloquially, that that ghosts have certain ‘cores’ that are essentially center of their being and have some determination factor in the abilities presented per ghost.

Not a bad foundation, so of course I had to add something to it.

What if, in typical circumstances, ghosts can take several years to fully form. Take Vlad for instance, it is referenced multiple times in the show that he took a decade to finally roll over into the halfa life. For a moment consider enzymes. Enzymes, as catalysts, work by lowering the activation energy needed for a reaction in certain circumstances.

Living people would act as the substrate (what the enzyme catalyzes for the non-science peeps), and ectoplasm would act as the enzyme. The less ectoplasm, the less likely, weaker, and slower a ghost is to form. The more ectoplasm, the more likely, stronger, and faster a ghost is to form.

Of course, this is ignoring the cause of death and emotions during the occurrence of said death, but hey, I’ll save that for a different head canon.

Basically, the thought I had was that when death occurs and all the right circumstances have been met, that is when a ghost core forms. The core will default into a state of intangibility and invisibility, and follow the unseen ley lines of liminal space back to the Ghost Zone. Form there, the core would spend years just kind of vibing, absorbing the ambient ectoplasm of the zone until it reaches some predetermined threshold.

(Halfa’s, since there liminal, rely on the ambient ectoplasm of liminal space during their formation)

Thus Danny’s formation would be kind of confusing for everyone. I have this idea in mind that most ghosts would view the zone as some sort of mother goddess or unfathomable being deserving of the utmost respect.

Like it’s standard practice to appreciate the realm for basically treating ghost cores like the first born child of new parents who have gone to all the parenting classes and read all the ‘how to not kill your child in the first ten years’ books. Heck, even Pariah had lines he didn’t cross when it came to disrespecting the zone.

Compared to Danny who basically had so much ectoplasm blasted at him in such a short period of time he instantly became a ghost.

(Think less of the panicked, loving care of a new parent, and more so one of those ‘I just thought I was fat till this baby slipped out of me.)

Consider Phantom to just be a really, really premature baby ghost.

I think this would be a really fun way to explain why Danny has such trouble with his ghost powers at first. Like how a lot of premature babies have trouble with lung development, his core had a harder time stabilizing and meeting the threshold for how much ectoplasm he needed.

I think this could also explain why Danny has a lack of knowledge in most things ghost related. While all the other ghosts where safe in the zone being spoon fed knowledge by an eldritch goddess, Danny just kind of existed and was then expected to adapt to violence being his only interaction with other ghosts.

I just feel like this would set up such great interactions with other DP characters.

Like maybe one day Ember floats up to Phantom and is like, “Hey babypop! You coming to the Summer Solstice Festival in the zone tomorrow? I’m playing.”

And Danny just looks up from where he’d just punted Skulker into the ground with distrustful eyes and stiff posture. He’s just kind of confused by the random invitation and more than a little wary. If this festival is anything like Ember’s last festival, well... he wasn’t sure he wanted to attend. Naturally, Danny’s curiosity would take over and he’d question Ember with a stupid one liner.

Ember, of course, would be like ‘oh haha, what’s the SSF you’re so funny’ and then she’d realize Danny wasn’t kidding. Obviously, she would be shocked because Ember’s was fairly sure ghosts new about the festival whether they wanted to or not.

“Jeez, Babypop, you really are a baby.”

“Am not! I’m nearly fifteen!”

“Not what I meant, dipstick. When did you become a ghost?”

“Almost a year now, why?”

“She means when did your core form, welp.”

“A year ago. What do you want?”

It is then that both Skulker and Ember realize they’ve been fighting a literal fetus.

#ghost zone #Danny Phantom #dp prompt #dp headcanons #baby phantom #ghost cores #danny fenton #ember #skulker #danny is fetus by ghost standards #sentient ghost zone

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starry-blue-echoes · 1 year

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You know, your Golden Child AU reminded me of a similar AU I made, where Jonathan, in his dying moments aboard the ship, is suddenly sent back to the past, a month or two after Dio arrived at the manor.

And for a while, he wonders if this is some kind of hallucination before death or life flashing before his eyes, and eventually he realises that this is all real.

The first thing he does is go over to the mask on the wall and smash it into pieces.

(George was so upset, especially since the mask belonged to Mary, and punished him for that. But it was more than worth it.)

Jonathan had long since learnt from Speedwagon and Erina that the way he was treated by his father was wrong and he never deserved that, but still... he wants to try and do things 'right' this time. He hadn't been sent far back enough to stop Dio from assaulting Erina, or to save Danny, but he's determined to make the most of it. Maybe... if he could excel in his studies and act like a proper gentleman, he could prove himself to George. He has better coping mechanisms for studying now- and he knows most of the basic education stuff, so he doesn't need to stress so hard over studying anymore!

And maybe, just maybe, he could stop Dio from going down a dark path, if he kept trying to befriend him and get to know him better.

Missing the ones who truly loved him as much as he did them, he also took a risk, sneaking out of the house during his grounding for breaking the stone mask, finding his way onto Ogre Street.

Speedwagon, recently crowned king of Ogre Street, was very confused about this weird lost kid who seemed completely unafraid at being held at knifepoint (and seemed a bit too happy to see him?). But eventually he hears him out. Jonathan comes clean about everything, and wasn't too surprised to be believed, but having someone on his side still made him really emotional.

Unfortunately, back home, nothing goes right. Dio absolutely resents Jonathan's newfound confidence and boldness, and the more he tries to reach out to him, the harder Dio tries to hurt him back.

Jonathan also soon realises nothing he does will ever be good enough for his father. Even when he doesn't slip up, George always finds fault in everything he does, and would not listen to anything he has to say. The revelation leaves him heartbroken but also frees him from fighting so hard for his approval.

He ends up leaving the house frequently to spend more time with Speedwagon. When he finds out he's able to generate Hamon, he uses it to heal the sick or injured who are unable to see a doctor.

That's about all I have for now. Maybe vampires might still happen, there are a lot of masks, and what if someone heard about George losing a memento of his late wife, and gifts him a stone mask uncovered from a different location? Heh heh.

Y E S S S S S S S S S

TIME TRAVEL FIXITS MY BELOVED-

oh Jonathan oh sweetie oh baby-

oh my god I'm LOVING this idea though

what if smashing the mask was an incredibly impulsive decision. He suddenly wakes up in the middle of the night in a body that's much too small in a house that doesn't exist anymore in a room that was too big and empty and everything hurt his skin was burning and crawling and itching he needs to run to hide to leave, everything's on fire he feels the smoke on his tongue, in his lungs

the next thing he knows he's running through the halls of the manor, tears flowing like rivers down his face. He doesn't know how but he manages to get to the main room and the mask is there sitting on the wall cold stone empty eyes sitting there tainting him mocking him it can't be here it ruined everything it can't be here it can't be here-

The next thing he knows, a servant is pulling him back from a pile of rock in a firm grip and restraining his bloody, broken hands and speaking to him in soft, desperate tones

it had been so long since he'd been small enough to be held in this way, and that combined with everything else it's no surprise Jonathan breaks down

Jonathan is completely mentally gone when his father scolds him. His brain is far away somewhere else freaking the hell out over the insanity he's managed to land himself in, debating whether everything was a dream or if this is a dream or if he's finally lost it, on and on and on spiraling further and further into his head

barely a few days later with his hands still bloody and broken he takes a trip to Ogre Street to find proof what he remembered wasn't a dream, and he finds it

Speedwagon is...... definitely weirded out by this strange kid and just how much he knows about him, but he seems to be a genuinely good guy and also he's clearly telling some truth if the weird magic healing lightning he can use is any indicator. He even offered to teach him! .......also the guy generally looks like he could use some help, he honestly looks like he's going to burst into tears at any moment

speaking of Hamon, despite the danger of the Stone Mask now being presumably dealt with, I can see Jonathan continuing to practice it. It's comforting and good repetition, plus it's nice to have some insurance just in case things go poorly. Zeppeli's gonna be in for such a surprise when he shows up-

Also yesssssss with the replacement masks, Pillarmen shenangians are going to be insane

#initial thoughts #bloody memories #jjba #jojo’s bizarre adventure #phantom blood #phantom blood spoilers #jjba part 1 #jjba jonathan #jonathan joestar #jjba dio #dio brando #jjba george #george joestar #jjba speedwagon #robert e.o. speedwagon #jjba zeppeli #will zeppeli #sb answers #schadenfredde

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halfagone · 4 months

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✨ An Outlook on Fics into 2024 ✨

For my own peace of mind, I try not to keep an update schedule since life tends to be unpredictable and I will give myself a hard time if I miss a 'deadline'. However, there are a number of projects that I'm looking forward to updating or uploading in the new year.

I'm mainly looking to post more updates for my multi-chapter fics. In 2023, especially at the end, I posted a lot of one-shots so I could make my goal of 100 DPxDC fics (which I did, yay!!) but I want a little change of pace this year.

lex luthor's ascent updates

We have 57 chapters left for lex luthor's ascent from supervillainy to fatherhood. Obviously if I posted one chapter a week, I still wouldn't be able to finish in the next year. These past couple updates have also been averaging at 10k per chapter, which makes it much harder to post quickly and consistently. However, this means we have a very exciting opportunity to possible reach 1 million words by the time this fic is finished!

Off With [the Demon's] Head updates

I am hoping to post more for Off With [the Demon's] Head. For a while I was very burnt out from the idea, as I had fallen out of love with the Ghost King concept for a very long time. I was also struggling to write Dad!Danny when I wanted so desperately to write Ellie as her own person, but it's much harder to give her independence when she's eight years old to Danny's seventeen.

Nonetheless, I gave the fic a look and I decided that there is a way I could finish this with an exciting ending. Exciting for me, or exciting for you, we'll have to see. lol This also means I won't have to rewrite the fic like I had originally worried! I have yet to update the chapter count, but I am very pleased (and a little exasperated) to say that we're looking at a projected 75 chapters in total. Which leaves us with 60 chapters left of this fic.

bloodlines updates

Another long one, bloodlines is going to take a very long time to finish. I have pretty much the entire fic planned out, but with all my other fic updates, it might take some time to write/post. We're looking anywhere from 30-50 chapters for this fic, however. Depending on how much plot I can squeeze into each update. At the moment I have no plans to confirm the chapter total.

🎉 Surprises! 🎉

I have many more updates planned, but for now I'll keep those secrets close to my chest. I hope you all will enjoy whatever may come in store with this coming new year! Thank you so much for all your support and following along with me on this wild, wild journey.

May y'all have a wonderful end to 2023, and happy reading. ❤️✨

#halfagone's fics

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merv606 · 1 month

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Could we get a scene in Mercy where Terry makes love to Daniel? The fucking is hot and all (and I love it lmao 😈) but it would be nice to see something tender and passionate and sweet too :3 I just wanna see Danny boy treated real good and loved on 😭🥹

I see you woke up and chose violence that day!

Long and so very very NSFW

“Fuck me … please?” his boy in his lap grinding against his hardon, little whimpers as Terry’s hands find their way up his shirt to his chest. It’s both a demand and a hopeful question - as if there was any doubt Terry would fulfil either.

Still though. It’s not a fuck Terry wants. Not tonight.

“Not tonight, baby.”

Daniel stops suddenly; beyond shocked. Terry never relinquishes an opportunity to get his hands on Daniel. While Daniel is always goes along with whatever Terry wants, Daniel himself rarely intimates, and Terry has never turned him down. The fire the older man has for him, after all, is always alive and crackling, the heat visible and felt by everyone, and roars to life to consume them both in times like these.

Large hands go to the shocked man’s hips though, continuing to move him along the older man’s length.

“Tonight I’m going to make love to you,” Terry amends and Daniel has to resist the urge to roll his eyes.

Their sexual relationship is still a bit new, and Terry suspects Daniel is having a a harder time accepting this type of physical expression of Terry’s love and devotion - it’s harder for him to accept the actual love making and what that means vs the pure need of their more animalistic, need fueled sex.

There is a time and place for that of course, and while Terry suspects being treated like some cheap whore, while appreciated from time to time, is not his boy’s default mode either, but rather a way for Daniel can absolve himself somehow - for wanting and encouraging Terry’s touch in the first place. Maybe it’s his way of justifying that it’s only sex and nothing more. Terry isn’t quite sure yet, a rarity when it comes to Daniel.

It’s a lot to unpack.

He’s a work in progress - Terry’s boy, but then again, Terry supposes they both are. This is new to both men, even if it is what Terry wanted all along.

Sometimes it’s best to show him - telling him is not enough for his boy.

He is all tactile and touch after all.

So tonight, Terry will be making love to his boy - treat him like the precious gift, something he tries not to take for granted not that Terry has him while also trying to convey every ounce of the love and utter devotion he feels for this man.

Terry is his slave, in a way Daniel never will be to him.

Easily picked up and carried through the house, their lips never breaking contact as Terry makes his way to their room, shouldering the door open before closing it behind them with his foot, never once having to let Daniel go.

Before Daniel knows it, he’s being guided back onto their bed, Terry climbing over him, his body covering him completely.

“On your back baby,” a hand cupping his face kissing him. It’s a distraction. His boy lives for kisses - soft or hard, deep or shallow, dirty or chaste - doesn’t matter - he relishes them all - loves them all. Not that it’s any type of hardship - his boy was made to be kissed.

A hand under his shirt, a large palm against warm skin.

Daniel deepening the kiss even if it is just to keep the noises spilling out at bay.

Rubbing against the older man like something possessed, seeking friction. God, he went so long without touch. It’s something Daniel needs so badly, and while he hadn’t even realized how much he was missing it, now that he has it again, he can’t get enough, and the older man is always too willing to oblige - to indulge both himself and his boy in the pleasures of their bodies combining, because it was not only a win when his boy didn’t shy away from him, but a triumph and it’s something else entirely when Daniel actually instigates.

Terry sits back, removing his shirt and Daniel reaches out, wanting to touch but stops. Terry taking his hand, putting a pad of each finger to his mouth kissing each tip before bringing them down to his chest for Daniel to feel the older man.

Fingers trace the outline of his muscles, and Daniel wonders how different it would have been back then, if he had allowed himself to reach out and touch.

Luckily, he doesn’t have time to dwell on that thought as he is helped out of his own shirt.

He know he’s not as impressive as Terry. He holds no such illusion, although you’d never say that was true from the way Terry looks down at him - the ravenous expression on his face; sheer unadulterated hunger and love. Like he’s starving and Daniel is the meal to save him.

The fact that he palms himself through his pants as he drinks his boy’s beauty in, Daniel’s eyes drawn to the bulge there.

How hard Terry is for him.

Because of him.

Back to kissing and hands exploring, Terry going for his neck, which, he knows what that does to the younger man, who instantly tilts his head, baring his neck to give Terry both better and easier access.

Everything he is belongs to Terry anyway - for now and for ever it seems; Terry’s for the taking.

Daniel has accepted this, in the way you have to when you realize some inalienable truths. Daniel knows, without a doubt, that he can’t get this anywhere else now.

Sometimes we change and there’s no going back - only forward.

The path of least resistance is forward momentum.

Sometimes there is only pain if we look behind.

Regression.

And forward will be with Terry like this, by his side, and joined as one.

Daniel’s hand is brought to the older man’s cock now, Terry pulling back from those kiss swollen lips, touching their foreheads together, a hand on Daniel’s face thumb stroking his cheek as he asks “Where do you want it?”

More kisses as Danielle traces the familiar outline of the older man’s cock under his palm.

They both know what Daniel wants.

They both know what Terry wants.

They both know that regardless it’s going to be inside him, reshaping him, filling him with Terry’s love.

It just so happens tonight they want and will get the same thing.

“Inside,” Terry asks, encouraging him to answer.

“Please,” Daniel moans his acquiescence, “you know I do.”

“Inside where?”

“Terry ….” He whines.

Petulant now - both desperate for Terry and annoyed at him for not being given what he wants.

God, Terry couldn’t love him more.

He pushes at Terry and Terry relents, just so he gives Daniel enough space to move under him but not out from under him.

They both know what would happen if he tried that.

Clearly trying to roll to his stomach, and Terry knows what he’s intimately trying to do.

Get on his hands and knees.

Present his body for a present for Terry to tear into.

Goad Terry into taking him from behind.

And, as appealing as face down ass up is, and something Terry will never tire of seeing or having him in, Daniel gorgeously exposed to him like this, there is something about face to face that feels more vulnerable.

Something about face to face that lends more to making love, for they know the outcome of mounting to him from behind will lead to - Terry tends to taking him more roughly like that - more frenzied - more animal than a man. Daniel encouraging it but pushing back, taking Terry’s cock like he’s in heat.

He knows when they make love, Terry prefers that, that face to face contact. Terry loves to watch every micro expression on Daniel’s face as they do. Daniel though, can hardly stand the open rapture on Terry’s own - see the love there the older man has for him. The love and everything else.

The good.

The bad.

Everything in between.

A hand on Daniel’s hip stops him.

He knows what Daniel is trying to avoid but it will do him no good.

Not tonight.

Tonight they will be making love.

Even if his delectable boy is pulling out all the stops to get what he thinks he wants.

Terry though, won’t let that work or detour him from his goal.

Breaking Daniel down to build him back stronger - Terry’s love making that all possible.

Making him into the best version of himself - the one gone unrealized all these years that they were separated.

“On your back for me, baby,” he reminds Daniel gently, who reluctantly does as asked.

Terry stands up to rid himself of his pants and underwear before helping Daniel do the same, Daniel shimming the loose sweats off his hips, raising his hips and ass off the bed enough to get them down before Terry is pulling them off the rest of the way.

His underwear is next, until he’s completely naked on their bed, spread out and at Terry’s mercy.

Always it seems.

Like a butterfly pinned beneath glass, spread wide to admire the beauty it offers, so is Daniel, and while there is nothing physical keeping him in place, whatever it is that is keeping him immobilized, at least it’s not from a sharp object piercing his wings, drained blood and the life from him.

Terry reaches over him, grabbing the all too familiar tube of well used lube out of the bedside table.

Legs gently spread open, so that everything is on display; everything available for the taking, nothing out of the older man’s covetous reach.

Terry traces his hand up a smooth inner thigh, a trail of slick in its wake.

He starts with one finger, tracing the rim slowly, until it’s pliable under his finger; yielding more and more every time he dips into the soft centre of the entrance to his boy’s body.

Slowly opening to the first knuckle, two knuckles, then three.

Measured and deliberate; the utmost impact.

Steady.

Sure.

Knowing.

Daniel grips the sheets, arching up almost violently, even though it’s only one finger and they both know he can take more - much more. His breath is hitching, like he’s gasping.

“Shhh,” a large hand on his soft tummy, feeling it tremble. “It’s just me …. Relax … let it happen, baby. You know it’s easier when you relax for me,” he murmurs, pushing the finger deeper.

Terry’s voice washes over him, stroking the inside of Daniel’s knees which are splayed open.

“That’s it sweetheart, just like that. Relax for me.”

The vice like grip of his body obeying the command.

“Let me inside, sweetheart.”

That finger finds his prostate with an eerie accuracy, and Daniel whines as the thick finger prods it, squirming and shifting his hips as he tries to fuck himself on that single digit, which they both know isn’t enough to satisfy him. Not nearly enough, not when he takes Terry’s cock in an all too familiar basis.

One becomes two, not just Terry’s fingers but the two men themselves, the older man deciding Daniel is ready for him after a third finger is introduced; his body accepting it easily.

His leg is hiked up high, Terry smoothing a hand up and down the baby fine hairs of Daniel’s outer thigh as he guides his cock into the safe haven of his boy’s willing body.

A gasp and brown eyes flying open and his body is slowly pierced, forced to open around the older man’s love.

“Feel so good …. So hot and tight inside. Fit so perfectly around my cock, darling.”

Daniel makes a noise nether man has heard before.

“You like that?l knowing how you open up so beautifully for me ….. darling.”

Daniel shuts his eyes, but that’s not allowed. Not tonight. There is no running from this.

A hand on his head, Terry looking right at him - “You were MADE for this. You understand? Made for me. No one else can give you this - give you what you need.”

He knows that. All too well does he know this.

A lesson learned through nights of being Terry’s sacrifice upon this very bed.

And now, Daniel is proving it, his body moving in perfect sync with Terry’s thrusts - perfectly in sync with the older man in so many ways.

Sometimes he’s not sure where he stops and Terry begins.

Sometimes he knows there is no such divide.

“I love you so much, darling.”

Daniel’s eyes are glassy, a blush high on his chest that descends down to his chest.

“Do you see how good it is when you let me treat you like you deserve.”

In and out, his arms hooking under Daniel’s own, keeping him place; caging him in.

“Give you what you deserve.”

“Terry, please …”

“Give you want you need.”

The music of Theo love is all around them, the creek of the bed, the grunts and groans, bitten off whimpers and soft moans mixing with the heavy night air around them, so that the sounds of their love making are heavy themselves, settling on them like a caress.

A sheen of sweat on both their bodies, although Terry has fucked him much harder and longer without so much as Ben breaking one.

The pressure of the cock inside him, filling every available space inside him and even more still somehow.

“No, don’t close your eyes, honey. Keep them open for me … there’s a good boy.”

His eyes roll up - not just at the praise but the fact that Terry hits his sweet spot dead in at that moment, his legs I’m falling off, knees opening

“My good boy …. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” he whimpers. “Please I can’t … it feels…”

“It feels like what you need baby …. Doesn’t it.”

Terry watching knuckles turn white from where his hands grip the sheets.

“You will take what I give you, won’t you?”

A soft gasp, as Terry continues grinding in, right where he needs it, a hand wiping back the tendrils of hair sticking to the sweat of his forehead, the edges of his hair damp with it.

“Because I know what’s best.”

Giving up the fight, Daniel wraps a hand around his cock.

“That’s it, touch yourself for me.”

“You were made for this. Weren’t you?”

“To be loved and cherished like this.”

“And I do Daniel. I love you so much.”

“So much, baby.”

Terry grips his hips then, speeding up but still keeping them even and steady - long deep thrusts - slowly opening him before withdrawing just to do it all over.

In and out, in and out.

His boy falling apart wonderfully under him.

Their foreheads touching now, lips pinches apart as they share the air moving between them. Seeming to survive off only each other.

“Going to come,” Terry whispers, their lips touching they’re so close, and it’s almost apologetic, because Daniel could swear they just started. “You feel too damn good.”

“Going to come inside you.”

Normally that’s a given, and it’s a feeling although Daniel didn’t particularly relish in the beginning he has come to appreciate - to crave.

But times like these he seems to resist - almost like he wants the memory washed away as soon as they disconnect and become two people instead of the single entity they were.

It’s harder to forget when Terry is running out of him, warm Ike a brand on his skin and any place it marks.

“Tell me, tell me what I want to hear.”

And this isn’t new either.

He knows what Terry is asking - what the older man wants - no needs to hear.

Terry places his hand over Daniel’s as they stroke the younger man’s cock.

In and out, he continues the pace.

It’s somehow not enough and too much.

“Tell me.”

The cock like iron inside him - proof of how much Terry loves him.

The fact his body is now shaped to it, the proof that Daniel has accepted this fact.

“Daniel.”

“I love you,” he whimpers.

“And?”

“Love your cock inside me.”

“And”

“Love when you,” he gasps, gripping the sheets with both hands, back arching … “make love to me like this.”

Speeding up now, the older man close to coming now this he has gotten the words he needed to hear.

“Feels so good … like …. Like ….”

Daniel can taste blood. Like sin and rebirth. Both acts carry so much of it.

“Like I’m something special.”

“You are so special … you have no idea. I love you so much.”

He buries his face in Daniel’s neck, and Daniel can feel the mantra against his skin, the older man repaying, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”

“Show me,” Daniel giving life to the need inside him. “Please.”

His cock is trapped between their bodies. So close, they are one and the same. There is no space between them- neither light nor god could get through - nothing.

Even Terry’s cock as it claims him, his body clinging to it so tightly - there is no space between them.

“Please, please, please.”

Terry pulls back enough to get his hand back around Daniel’s cock, and a couple slides up and down is all it takes, as he explodes - his release covering his cock and the older man’s hand as it continues to work him

The thumb rubbing the sensitive head.

He whines now, squirming, it’s almost too much but he knows better than to try to bat Terry’s hand away.

He shivers.

“That’s it - so gorgeous when you come for me.”

Terry looks right at him, as he comes himself, more focused on Daniel, like his own orgasm is just an afterthought.

Daniel can’t look away even if he tried.

Daniel wonders if he even wants to.

Terry buries his head in Daniel’s neck again, licking at the sweat there, bringing Daniel’s arm up above his head, hand reaching up, leaving goosebumps in it’s wake, it until he reaches his hand, lacing their fingers together as he rides out his orgasm.

Terry pulls out, and Daniel lies there, knowing the older man will return with a wash towel, warmed to a perfect temperature, to clean him up with.

Arranged to Terry’s liking in the older man’s arms, his soft cock nestled against his ass. Tomorrow he will probably be woken to Terry already moving inside him.

As he feels himself start to succumb to sleep, he turns his head and sees a brilliant blue butterfly land on the outside of their bedroom window, flexing it’s wings, and he’s reminded of glass cages.

A butterfly doesn’t rip its wings free because it’s been drained of life.

Daniel though, is very much alive, isn’t he?

#ask #I got an ask 🤩#cobra kai #daniel larusso #karate kid #terry silver #silverusso #silverrusso #mercy is a sharp knife

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Dannymay Day 1: Fantasy AU

It was six months ago now. Six month since the incident. No one quite knew when the fae became such an issue in Amity Park. Some theorized it was after the Fenton’s moved in, but it also made sense that fae hunters would move into an area with a fae problem. That sort of “chicken or the egg” question is a losing game. It didn’t matter anyway. What mattered is that they were there, and one fae didn’t like it.

She was a fan of Amity Park and humanity, they were all so cute and funny! It decided on a plan. It would take a human’s name and give them some of its powers, making them her champion of sorts. She’d use the human to fight the others.

Meanwhile, Danny’s parents created a fairy circle in their basement that they assumed had failed. Turns out they just forgot to turn on the power. When Danny stepped into it, he ended up in the magic forest. Then the fae put her plan into action.

“May I have your name, child?” It asked him. He said Fenton, but before he said his full name he had already realized his mistake. The fae was left with only half of his name. They both stood there for a moment. Neither had heard of this situation before. Neither knew what to do. Until the fae, who decided to be called Fenton, shrugged. She snapped her fingers and Danny passed out.

When he first woke up he realized, he had long pointy ears, slit pupils, and green eyes. He could create small illusions, disappear (by making everyone ignore him, not going invisible), and fly! He was much more unique than the other guys. The powers had downsides already though. A translucent illusion of Fenton followed him wherever he went. He knew what he had to do. He had to stop all the fae that were coming through. He knew this, because she wouldn’t shut up about it. Ever.

Danny could use his powers of illusion to hide his inhuman appearance, and Fenton was willing to use its name on legal documents for him. He couldn’t say it though. It took a lot of effort to hide how suspicious that was. When he was fighting fae, he took on the identity of Danny Faeton. Yes, that name is stupid. Unsurprisingly Fenton suggested it. Danny chose to keep it over hearing complaints in his ear about it for the next month.

So, just like that, Amity Park’s infamous and heroic “Illusion-Nick” was born. Danny’s life only became harder from there. He had to fight all sorts of fae. A hypnotic bard who used the power of her own name, a collector of the worlds most unique and powerful names, you name it! Actually maybe don’t one of them will probably try to steal it. Who he hated most was a college friend of his parents, Vlad. He also had half of his name taken. However, he found a way to torture the fae into doings whatever he wanted. It was cruel. As annoying as Fenton was, she was Danny’s friend, and she was a person.

It was six months ago now. Six months since the incident. But even through all of his struggles, and even though he’d never admit it, Danny wouldn’t have changed a thing. He made friends. He was a hero. He was Danny Faeton, the half controlled, and he loved it.

#Dannymay #dannymay2023 #phantasy #danny phantom #fantasy au

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stealingyourbones · 1 year

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For anonymous assumptions game: you may be the parent of the tall jazz fenton au, but secretly you have a closet shrine to smol!Sam Manson.

Idk, you just seem diversity inclusive and very in favor of supporting strong women as strong women, even if it might not be cannon.

Bro I love writing strong women so much!!!! Its just,,,, they’re so cool???? Like, I myself have a lot of physical issues that kinda make it really hard for me to easily gain muscle and just…. Since ladies have a harder time gaining and retaining muscle, I have so much respect for women who are even just trying to get fit. That shit is just so admirable and just asdfjkdhfk.

Also big tall lady who can throw me at Mach 12 without any repercussions of being injured in any way? That’s my dream right there. Tell me you wouldn’t be down for that I dare you.

Also indeed diversity fuckin wins bro. Having your cast of characters with different cultures and experiences so you can meld their interestingly varying lives together and have them have a moment where they share their parts of their life that was previously unknown to the rest of the group???? Like you can do so much shit with that and instead making all of your characters just bland white folks just… there’s so much shit you’re missing out and could be doing? Like representation does take research so you dont fuck up with said representation but it isn’t too hard to do. Having a quite literal colorful cast of characters makes a story more full bodied and rich for storytelling potential so why not go for it!

(Sam is teeny. The shorter the more compressed the rage and better to carry/give piggyback rides to. Or even better: Danny flying in ghost form with Sam holding the handles on a jet ski rope attached to Danny’s waist while wearing roller skates and sailing through the streets.)

#she is The Short Ace/Gender Confident Friend #she is me #I am Sam #i am 5’2 and I enjoy me some short friend shenanigans #bones replies #anon

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I was minding my own business writing some dialogue between Christopher and Danny when I was struck with a bit of a realization about my relationship with vore as an asexual. It’s long and rambly but I had to get it out there somehow - below the cut since it’s lengthy and talks about sex.

First off, I want to clarify that vore isn’t some big extended metaphor for sex for me, and my stories aren’t supposed to be direct parallels either, by any means. I started ITWOM way before I even realized I was asexual or even thought about sex, and vore held my interest as a really young child. So don’t go reading into anything I write too deeply. I’ve just noticed some similar themes as I’ve gone along.

The biggest components of vore that I tend to focus on are trust and desire. “Desire” being something that’s not sexual in nature, but not quite normal “hunger” either. There’s a certain level of intimacy in some vore scenarios that, again, isn’t the sexual intimacy most people are familiar with, but it still transcends the bounds of a normal relationship. It’s not something easily replicated in real life. It’s a fantasy.

But I think it’s also me trying to understand sexual desire, in a way. Again, I don’t see vore as a sexual thing, to clarify. But I am asexual, I have about 0 libido, and I’m just not interested in sex, for the most part. But when I began to date allosexual people and enter those kinds of intimate relationships, I realized that...I really don’t understand sexual desire at all.

I’ve seen other asexuals try to make food-related metaphors (It’s like really wanting pizza when you’re hungry), but it always felt like it just missed the mark somehow. I tried to compare it to an activity you really enjoy (like really wanting to go roller skating with your partner), to explain why you have to include your partner in it, but again, it wasn’t quite there. I really love roller skating, but I can go without it. Or I can go with someone else.

But with sex, it’s this desire of someone else that seemed to be inextricably linked to me. It’s a desire that’s not necessary to fulfill, like hunger or sleep, but it must feel necessary. People’s advice with the roller skating analogy would be to go with someone else, or go alone. But people’s advice with not wanting sex is to break up with your partner, or figure out what’s wrong with you.

Predators struggling with desire to eat someone (or giving in to that desire fully) are the best way I can try to understand sexual desire from a distance. Yes, you want that thing. Yes, maybe eating that thing will help you feel better somehow. But does that thing want to be eaten? Do you ignore that thing’s wishes, or do you work through this together?

Something that’s hard to understand, and even harder to explain to an allo with a normal libido, is sexual aversion. You’re scared. Your body is deeply uncomfortable, and you’re acting on this instinctual feeling of fear, even though you know that you are safe and loved and fine. Maybe this is why I connect better with prey who are scared. Maybe it’s why I connect with fearplay, or the gradual building of trust between predator and prey. I understand it, as opposed to prey who are either very willing to be eaten, or prey who live in a world where being eaten is quite normal and they’re used to it.

In vore - the kind I enjoy, anyways - the prey is usually safe. And a lot of the times, they know they’re safe. Maybe they’ve been eaten before. But they are still fighting with this instinctual fear, this aversion to being eaten that goes against logical thought. And you can work through an aversion - with a whole lot of trust and patience - but it’s not easy. And that’s what I like to explore the most in vore - that exploration of trust between predator and prey.

So yeah. It’s not how I view all vore - like I said, I was interested in it way before I even thought about sex at all (I know I’m not the only one who played with dolls in a certain way, or threw the blankets over me as a kid to pretend I was in a stomach). But certain themes I see help explain why now, vore is such a comforting fantasy to me. I’ve been coming to terms with my asexuality and my relationship with sex, and having that fantasy of trust in the face of overwhelming desire...helps.

But also, tummy good.

#today on things I absolutely will not share with my therapist #toast talks

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cherrybombfangirl · 11 months

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Saris Tanda-Djarn - OC Intro

Name (full): Saris Amar Tanda-Djarn

Other names: Small Mando ; Sar' (by Din only)

Fandom/Appears In: Star Wars/The Mandalorian, appears in- The Mandalorian and in the last two episodes of The Book of Boba Fett

Age: [same as Din]

Birthdate: N/A

Zodiac Sign: Taurus/Cancer

Personality: short tempered and kinda has anger issues, very protective of her loved ones, hostile and aggressive until she warms up to you (which takes a while), grumpy lil' shit 90% of the time, stubborn af and if you push her she'll push back harder, holds grudges for a long time

Gender ID: Cis Female, She/Her

Sexuality: PanAce

Hair: Sandy Blonde and a little naturally curly, usually in a braid and tucked in her helmet

Eyes: Mix of green and brown

Skin: Kind of a medium tan

Faceclaim: Natalie Paris

Identifying Features: Lots of battle scars where there are gaps in her armor and superficial ones where she's hit her head inside her helmet, biggest one is the wide and jagged one across her back from a job that went sideways ; a birthmark on her shoulder that looks like a brown stain

Combat skills: combat and battle training- hand to hand combat, blaster training, well versed in multiple kinds of weapons ; very strong so in battle she's usually the tank/powerhouse

Supernatural abilities: None

Disabilities: Not explicit but I accidentally coded her with an anxiety disorder after the events of Season 2 and I like it so I'm gonna leave it that way

History/Background:

Saris comes from a long line of Mandalorians, the Tanda Clan has been in the creed for generations, and she has ten very protective brothers- five older, five younger (four of them are adopted foundlings).

She lived on a fiery volcanic planet in the Mandalore system with her family until she was 10 years old- when her parents trying to defend the village they lived in were killed by force users (unknown if they were Sith, Jedi, or something else). She and her brothers managed to escape to Nevarro, where they met and joined the covert there- which is also where Saris met 10 year old Din. They became friends, and by the time they were 17 and 18 they’d fallen in love. The night before they were to swear into the creed, they promised that they would wait for each other and get married as soon as they were old enough (20 yrs).

For the next few years, they teamed up for most Guild jobs, becoming a team to be reckoned with until they were known in the Bounty Hunting business as a unit and unstoppable team. Then they were married/took on the riddurok and have been a bounty hunting team since.

Relationships: Din Djarn (riddur, love of her life), Grogu Djarn (son, adopted), Danthew "Danny" Djarn (son); Danthew, Alexson, Jakevi, Talecus, Lezson, Maxden, Castor, Aries, Draco, and Gaben Tanda (brothers, four of them adopted Foundlings), Cara Dune (close friend), Greef Karga (friend), Boba Fett (friend and ally), Fennec Shand (friend and ally), Ahsoka Tano (ally), Bo-Katan Kryze (frenemy and sort of ally)

Aliases: Mandalorian, Bounty Hunter, Small Mando

Additional Notes/Facts:

Saris can and will punch a bitch

fuckin jacked under all that armor and the flight suit, girl can and has picked up Din and carried him all by herself (and while she’s in her third trimester too)

her build is short (she only comes up to Din's shoulder) and round but she uses it to her advantage and is very strong. she can carry a lot of weight as has a lot of power behind her hits in battle

Does not like admitting or showing weakness, Din is pretty much the only person she trusts to see her vulnerable

most protective momma bear in the galaxy, she loves her boys and if anyone touches them she will break every bone in their body

Really aggressive and hostile, especially if she can’t predict or trust the situation

in combat Mando is usually the sharpshooter/stealth fighter and she’s the tank

Will fite you and win, would win a fist fight with god

Make no mistake, Din and Saris are equals and an unstoppable team, but they are also their own people and can be their own characters outside of each other

Saris pretends to hate how overprotective her brothers are, but she secretly loves it

She also pretends that Din's over protectiveness while she's pregnant with Danny is annoying, but she secretly thinks he's really cute when he's protective of her

Out of all her brothers her oldest brother Danthew is her favorite

Fanfic: Skyfall (Coming soon to Ao3)

#mandalorian #mandalorian oc #star wars #star wars oc #oc: saris djarn #din djarn x original character #my stuff #my ocs #the mandolarian #mando #din djarin #grogu djarin #sw oc #original character #fandom oc #fan character #my oc #oc intro

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dannymillerfansite · 2 years

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Danny Miller Interview

via Duncan’s Newletter

Danny Miller reveals all on his Emmerdale return

Are you around for the 50th anniversary filming?

Yes, I am. It’s a short stint, 6 and a half weeks, I think. I never imagined after I’m A Celebrity that I’d come back for a long period of time so soon, so when they called and asked if I’d like to be a part of the 50th, I was instantly interested.

I haven’t been away for a long time, but I knew the storylines which attracted me to come back and celebrate what was such a huge part of my life.

Emmerdale has been huge for me, it was an honour that I got asked to return and say happy birthday. It’s been really nice getting back and seeing everyone, a lot of new and old faces too.

Did you keep in touch with any cast and crew?

Yes! Loads. Dominic, Lucy, a lot of people I keep in regular contact with. It felt like I hadn’t really been away when I returned. I was nervous, I didn’t want people to think I was just slotting back in or it was easy. It’s great.

When you play Aaron again, is it easy? Did it take a while to get into the character?

I was given some of Aaron’s jackets when I left, they got a couple of new things in as well. They put me in trainers first and it just didn’t feel right!

I think Aaron wears more of a Doc Martin, Timberland boot – trainers didn’t feel right! It’s different around different characters. I have a different relationship with Lucy than Izzy, it’s not difficult to find those once you’re back.

Do you want Aaron and Liv to reunite?

Absolutely. When I left, it was in the middle of Meena’s storyline, it was very nice he was a part of the storyline but left off the back of it. It’s been difficult to slip back into it, but I’ve enjoyed it. In terms of Liv, I think it was unfortunate he left at that time, but I do think it’s made for a better return.

It sounds like you’re grateful Aaron wasn’t one of Meena’s victims!

I think Aaron’s a lot harder than Meena! It’s a risk, definitely. You can’t just ask to not be killed off; I was very grateful the team allowed me to leave in the way Aaron did.

Aaron did do a runner...

Yes, he did. I think that relationship, it was forgotten how toxic it had become. Liv was throwing bottles of vodka, Aaron was worrying all of the time, there was a lot of worry with her, and I think in the past, Aaron always worried about everybody else but then when he decides he’s going to start worrying about himself, it’s too late, which has led him down some dark paths.

This time, he needed to be selfish and look out for himself, he had always looked after Liv, I think at that point it was really needed to give Aaron a break.

When Aaron returns, within minutes he’s arrested, his he worried he might actually spend time in a cell rather than making up with his sister?

Yes, it absolutely happens at the wrong time. He walks in, sees a stranger in his house, he could be anybody but given the state of the panic, Aaron just deals with it by punching as always. Just as that happens, Harriet walks in so she has no choice but to arrest him. There’s not really much choice for him, it’s just bad timing.

Did Harriet overreact?

Well, she’s a police officer. She walked into arrest Terry but ends up arresting them both.

Chas turns up, is she upset Aaron doesn’t tell her that he’s back?

She’s upset until he gets the chance to explain things. Aaron was back to see Faith, knowing she’s unwell, so he would’ve come back to surprise Chas and the family, but then the timing of it, he goes back to Mill Cottage and doesn’t get the chance to surprise Chas – that comes in the form of her seeing him arrested.

Aaron has some scenes with Faith...

They are really lovely. Sally is a fantastic actress, to be able to play out some really nice scenes where Faith gives Aaron advice but also, he gives her some advice, it’s really nice but really hard to not get emotional – we were both blubbering by the end!

We discussed some of our personal experiences beforehand and I learnt so much about Sally and how incredible she is. To get the opportunity to share those scenes with her was amazing and I think they’ll be really effective as well, we touch on so many issues – mental health wise, what Faith is going through compared to what Aaron went through with Jackson – he gets a mention which is nice.

Aaron realises how ill Faith is at that point?

Yes I think the way she’s talking is what gets to him and obviously when he first sees her she’s very frail and pale and I think it just shocks him more than ever like wow, she really is deteriorating so yes, it’s then when he realises that he doesn’t know but she has obviously got something up her sleeve.

Would you have liked Robert to be part of the anniversary?

Yes it would’ve been nice, Jane and the team and she mentioned there was gonna be a lot action packed stuff for the 50th, which there is, but I was on holiday at the time and I kind of imagined there’d be some crazy action thing just to really step outside, that it would be some action packed thing where maybe Aaron could turn up and kidnap Robert out of prison, it was just stupid talk, I was actually telling Ryan about it. But no, it would’ve been really nice to have him back but it’s near impossible.

Because he’s gone down for life?

Well soap characters have done that before and they come back six years later, there’s always ways and means in soap.

Do you still get asked about Robert and Aaron? They were so iconic

Oh all the time yeah, we were talking about it on a podcast not so long ago and talking about on screen couples, I think icons isn’t the right word but I can’t think of anything else, maybe role models, Robert and Aaron led a relationship that was represented by so many people out there and it really helped change some people, people still tell me that now.

It was always going to be a question I was asked, how’s Robert or where’s Robert when people ask you in the street but yes they were a great soap couple and it was nice to be a part of and to share it with Ryan.

Will we find out where Aaron has been? He went to see Adam didn’t he? Has she moved on, got anyone else?

Yes, he’s got a boyfriend, he was in France with Adam, then they both moved to Italy and then Aaron’s met this guy called Marco and he talks about him quite a lot about, like Aaron always does, this is for keeps, this is for good, he’s said that about everyone and then he’s in another relationship. He’s been in Italy for the majority of the time from France.

How would Aaron feel if he were to found out his mum was having an affair with Al behind Paddy’s back?

To have that out in the moment, it’s tough to watch because I think everybody loves Paddy and Chas and particularly Aaron, Paddy is his dad in Aaron’s eyes - his dad robbed him of a life really and Paddy gave him one and looked after him, even when him and Chas split up.

He came out to Paddy and Paddy helped him deal with his sexuality and all the self harm stuff. I think it would be worse than the other way round in Aaron’s eyes, if Paddy was cheating, he would be more angry at Chas cheating than Paddy cheating. So yes he’s got strong feelings, I don’t think he’s going to like it at all.

Would he be able to forgive his mother and do you think he’d tell Paddy?

I think he’d want to tell Paddy every time but his mum’s going through a lot, it’s a timing thing, Faith’s really not well and Chas is playing away so the family could potentially be destroyed at the wrong time so I think his conscience is getting the better of him to tell people what’s happened, seeing Paddy and worrying about the family and what will happen and will Faith die and would she end up taking that with her instead of the happy memories of her family so it’s a lot to play with, it’s not just a case of telling Paddy.

His morals are always in the right place and he’s honest and I think it would kill him not to tell Paddy.

Have you caught up with the other actors who are back for the 50th, like Liz Estensen?

I was with Liz yesterday, I’ve had a couple of scenes with Amy (Walsh), I saw Liz yesterday and we were having a chat in the green room, it was really nice to see her, I always got on with Liz really well and it was so good to see her. She texted me after I’m a Celebrity congratulating me but I hadn’t seen the message because I didn’t have my phone back till the end of December so I missed the message.

She asked me ‘Did you get the message?’ So I looked through my messages and it was unread quite far down as it was December, I was like sorry I didn’t reply to it, we had a bit of a laugh about that. It was really nice to see her, she looks really well and I love her to bits.

Would you be open to returning on a more regular basis or was it just nice to be back for a short stint?

It was just nice to be back for a short stint and see everybody, it’s like going to a party every day and just catching up with people all over the place, cast and crew.

I’ve got a few things on at the end of the year, a pantomime and stuff and then I’ve got a job next year as well so it’s just not the right time at the moment.

But I’m not one of those actors that say ‘No, that’s it now, I’ve shelved it’, as I said it’s a massive part of my life, a huge part of my life and it always will be. There’s never a chance of me ever saying I’ll never go back.

If they had a 60th, could you see Aaron being a part of that? One of the old men in the pub?

Potentially, it depends how many kids I’ve got by then and how much of my mortgage needs paying. It’s one of those things, if it’s the right time. It’s a big part of my life and I wouldn’t ever necessarily turn it off. Obviously when I got the Bond role there might be a chance that I wouldn’t then come back!

50 years - which stories are you most proud of?

It’s obviously a bit dark but the more challenging storylines, the dark storylines if you like, a lot of Aaron’s storylines was mentally challenging for me and I had to dig deep and find something to play these big stories.

Coming out, dealing with Jackson being hit by a train then having to assist him in suicide, leaving the village and coming back and meeting Robert and going through all that affair of Robert cheating on Chrissie with him and going on to get married and Robert leaving for prison, there’s just so many of them.

I couldn’t necessarily pick out a time that I enjoyed the most, so many different scenes and storylines with so many of my friends that they are now was something that I’ll never forget.

It’s not something you can ever pay for really or wish for, it was just amazing when you think back of not just mine but all the stories of 15 years or whatever that I’ve been there, it’s just been amazing what they’ve been able to achieve, so many different writers and directors. i’m just proud of the whole show and as I say, it was a massive reason why I thought yeah, it would be really nice to be back and wish Emmerdale happy 50th.

#danny miller #Aaron Dingle #robert mention #aarons sl #emmerdale #liv flaherty

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