#lying on a wet comforter sounds like my sensory nightmare but i would do it for him 🥰🥰

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Here's another round of "these would be head canons except it's canon" or "random ideas I had and wrote down and I'm posting them to keep track of all my thoughts"

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Sofia always gets a little nervous when walking up or down stairs, she's terrified to fall, unfortunately her room is upstairs, and no one knows of this fear

Pond has submechanaphobia (the fear of underwater objects)

Ponds younger sibling Brook has "nicknames" for her and her friends.

"Pon," "Avey," "Memma," "Fia," "Cememine," and the calls both the twins "Anby-n-Anby"

Pond can size shift in a way, being able to be small enough to fit in a glass, or be as big as a lake, she can change her size shape and form under the right conditions, but prefers not to

Andie doesn't swim- it's not that she doesn't know how, she just doesn't like getting wet, and she doesn't like swimsuits

Avery gets bored and thinks about random stuff a lot

The twins have done that cat nose boop to their friends, they were all touched by the sentiment, except for Avery who had to have it explained to her, then she happy-cried about it

Andie and Andy snuggle like actual cats do, often purring as they sleep

Andie is the older and more assertive twin

Every time Andie gets deadnamed Emma looms over the person with an angry look and just says "Her name is Andie." In a dead serious tone. It doesn't happen as often anymore, but I like to think after they run in terror, Emma checks to see if Andie is okay, then needs to be reassured that she's not actually that scary

Sometimes the others can't understand Avery due to her accent, to everyone else it's kinda funny, (though Emma does try REALLY hard to understand), but Avery gets kinda mad, especially if it's important or if she's already upset. Shes especially hard to understand if she's upset/panicking, it kind of sounds like gibberish at that point. That's usually when she gets pancaked by Em.

When Emma first met Sofia she PANICKED cause she had no idea what a dullahan was. Emma just started screaming and panicking, until Clementine and Avery calmed her down and slowly explained that she was fine, that she's supposed to have her head off. Emma didn't completely get it at first, but she's slowly adjusted to it and she understands it now, but then she was so scared. She's really really embarrassed by it, and feels bad about it, and Sofia was scared of her too, so it was just really awkward at first. They're cool now, but at first they wanted to run away from each other upon seeing the other

Avery doesn't like jewelry- it's too much sensory wise, she doesn't like the feel of rings, bracelets, or necklaces, and she can't wear earrings, they won't pierce through her scales

Avery absent mindedly lays on her stomach and is always wearing something that covers her stomach- she doesn't realize it, but it's a survival instinct, as her stomach is one of her biggest weak points. She's almost physically incapable of lying on her back, she can only do it when she's in a safe calm environment where she feels she can't be hurt. But again, this all happens subconsciously, she doesn't notice that she's doing it. Her other huge weak point is her tail, it's important to her balance, and it's directly connected to her spine, so should anything happen to her tail, it could be life or death. This one she is aware of, but there are other reasons she doesn't like people touching her tail in addition to the danger it puts her in. It's uncomfortable for her, it's hers and it's weird to her if you touch it. It's uncomfortable on a couple of levels, it feels uncomfortable and is literally uncomfortable, leave her tail alone. The only exception to this is Emma, and only because it can't always be helped, she might touch her tail some when she sits on her hand. But Emma tries to touch is as little as possible, as she knows how bad it bothers her. (also Avery can lay on her back in Emma's pocket)

Sapphire has a Scottish accent- that's where Avery got it from

Emma and Avery do eventually become a couple, they're just anxious and beat around the bush about it for a while. They're too nervous to tell each other, they're worried about rejection, ruining their friendship, and being good enough for the other. Once they're dating it doesn't change much, except they do call hanging out with each other dates and occasionally do couple things (and Avery does kiss her at one point, which Emma gets all flustered about)

Andie and Andy are identical twins

Andies enchanted flute can implant suggestions into people's minds, and she has the ability to talk to/understand feral animals, this is all she can do because she doesn't want to put in the effort to learning more, and 90% of the time she forgets she can do either

They all have a favorite ice cream flavor!

Avery - Moon berry ice cream with chunks of hot pepper and hot fudge on top

Emma - Chocolate with fudge chunks and chocolate syrup on top

Sofia - Vanilla

Clementine - Coffee flavored ice cream with chocolate syrup and marshmallows

Andie - Neapolitan, preferably in a sundae

Andy - Strawberry with strawberry syrup and when possible, strawberries on top

Andie is secretly scared of balloons

Emma's shoes are slip ons

Andie gets vocal training to sound more feminine, Andy pays for the classes out of his allowance

Emma's house has small platforms and walkways for beans. One of these elevated walk ways leads into Emma's room, where there's a small cubby hole that's a make shift room for beans. Emma set it up for Avery to give her some space when she comes over, she has a big family, and everyone in the family is big, and they all want Averys attention- it can be a bit much. When Avery is in the small room she's officially off limits, with Emma being close by to ward off her siblings. Emma worries about her small friends safety, and sanity, and tries to make accommodations for her, both with her size and her needs.

Averys stims/ticks are: Hand flapping, tail wagging, she has a pressure stim that helps her calm down, her feet claws dig at the ground absent mindedly, her leg bounces when she sits, she pulls on her hair, ocassionally grunts and/or whines, will scream at the top of her lungs when she's pushed past her limit, and rarely, but sometimes she randomly twitches/flinches, and hates when people point it out, like, she's not spasming on purpose, you don't have to be a jerk about it... Emma doesn't stand for it either, so people will shut up about it quickly. Avery doesn't have anything diagnosed, but it's very possible that she has adhd, a sensory processing disorder, an anxiety disorder, and/or is somewhere on the spectrum. I'm not going to officially diagnose her with anything, most of these things are based off myself, and I feel that they also apply to her. These seem very in character, Avery is impulsive, can't sit still, does things without thinking/ not realizing she's doing it, she can't stand certain feelings/sensations/ textures/ tastes, etc., she panics kind of easily, and it escalates quickly, she has several stims/ticks that she uses for basically every emotion, she likes to enclose herself in comfortable small spaces, she has certain people she goes to for comfort, this is all canon already, I've discussed most of it before, I just thought I'd try to list it all out for my own reference

In Averys particular subspecies, there's no way to tell what the sex of the draconic is before it hatches. Her parents debated on a while about various male/female names, but they didn't want to keep referring to the egg as "the egg," or "the baby," as they didn't just think of the egg as an object, so they decided wanted on a gender neutral name for the egg so it could work for either, eventually deciding on Avery

Emma has anxiety about accidentally hurting her small friends, sometimes causing nightmares and makes her want to distance herself from them

Emma doesn't like being upside down (she learned this when she accidentally shrunk herself down to borrower size and Avery accidentally picked her up upside down in a panic)

After buying new clothes, Sofia often sets her head on her bed then does a small fashion show to see how it looks on her- she finds it's one of the few benefits of being a dullahan

Clementine LOVES mind puzzles and being able to problem solve, anything that poses a challenge excites her

Sofia often carries her pet snake on her shoulders, wearing her ball python as a boa

Avery loves sour candy, Emma prefers chocolate, Clementine likes m&ms and small candies that can be eaten while studying, also she considers grass and raisins a candy, something that is a debate amongst her friends, Sofia likes gummies, Andie likes candy bars, and Andy likes hard candies, Pond doesn't eat, so she can't eat candy, but would absolutely love chocolate covered almonds if she could taste them

Pond can do impressions- she often likes to mimic Avery and Andie because she finds accents funny, for some reason? She doesn't really know what it is about them, she just finds them hilarious

Emma is determined to find a way to hug Pond, she will hug water, she'll figure it out someday...

Out of all their friends, Emma only trusts herself to help Avery when she really needs it. It's not that she doesn't trust anyone else, it's just that, well, she doesn't think her friends can handle it. Emma's little brother Aaron has a lot of the same struggles as Avery, so Emma's a little more knowledgeable and understanding than the others. Not to say that the others aren't understanding, but they're often confused or flustered or even scared of Averys behavior sometimes, whereas Emma sees her struggling and attempts to help. The others can't do much most of the time, whereas Emma can help her out by giving her a small squish to help her decompress, put her in her pocket when she needs to be alone, she's scared, upset, tired, etc.,and knows how to talk to her to help her calm down, and she's good at figuring out what it is that she needs/wants when she gets too elevated and is panicking and/or shutting down

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Affinity - Chapter 7 (10.07)

McDanno, A03.  12k so far.

A continuous story of season 10 episode codas.  Steve may describe their relationship as a dysfunctional marriage, but at some point, will he and Danny take a closer look at what it really could be? (The answer is yes.)  

Chapter 7

Steve’s been in the bathroom for ten minutes, which is about five minutes longer than he usually takes. Danny finishes sending a text to the team (essentially "made it to D.C., with Steve now") and is considering turning on the television and looking for something to watch when he hears Steve curse loudly.

“You okay in there?”

Steve grunts in response, which Danny, as an experienced cop, understands to mean “please come in.”

Steve is standing by the sink with a towel slung low around his hips.  He’s all skin and bones, with new scrapes and bruises littered all over his torso.  And there’s a knife in his hand.

“Steve, pal, what are you doing?” Danny asks, keeping his voice calm.

Steve turns to him, rolling his eyes. “Trying to get rid of this.”  He waves at his beard with the knife.

The tension eases in Danny’s shoulders. Stupid, but not life-threatening. “You’re gonna slice your throat.”

“I’ll do my best to avoid that.” Steve turns back to the mirror and brings the knife up to his cheek, his left hand pulling the skin tight.  Steve has taken his arm out of the sling, but he’s still favoring it, and Danny doesn’t like how this is going.  Steve’s face is cut up enough already.

“How about you get some sleep, and wait until you have a set of clippers to take care of that thing?”

 Steve scrapes off another bit of hair (and probably skin), ignoring Danny.  Danny thinks of taking Steve’s chin in his hand, running his fingers over his scruff, back in the bright sunshine on Ka’ena Point.  He can almost hear the sound of the waves.  It seems like a million years ago.

 “Let me run down to the drugstore and get a scissors, at least?”

 Steve stops, letting his left arm sag down by his side.  “Fuck it, shaving can wait.”  

 “Good choice.”

 Danny stays in the doorway as Steve puts the knife back in his kit bag, making Steve grumble as he has to squeeze past him to get out of the bathroom.  Danny watches as Steve pulls back the drab hotel bedspread, then nonchalantly drops his towel on the floor and climbs into bed, stark naked.

 “Seriously?  Did wherever you got that ugly sweater not sell any underwear?”

 Steve doesn’t respond, and Danny just shakes his head.  Animal. He closes the door and goes about his business, then finds the toothpaste in Steve’s bag and rubs it over his teeth with his finger.

 The couch is far too small for him, but at least there’s a spare blanket in the closet.  Steve has turned off the lights, but the curtains don’t close properly and it’s far from dark.  Danny strips down to his t-shirt and boxers and tries to get comfortable, lying on his side and drawing his knees practically to his chest.

 After a few minutes he hears a snort, and looks over to see Steve propped up on an elbow, suppressing a laugh.

 “What’s so funny?”

 “You really don’t fit on that couch.”

 “No, Steven, I don’t.”

 “Why don’t you pull it out, unfold it? It’s gotta be at least a twin.”

 “I tried.  It’s stuck.”  Danny shifts and the throw pillow under his head falls onto the floor.  Figures.

 After a few minutes Steve speaks up again, but this time the humor is gone from his voice.  “How many times have you come after me, Danny?”

 “What?”

 “How many times – how many times have I fucked something up, and you came to get me?”  Steve’s voice is bitter.

 “Okay, hang on-”

 “I bet you know exactly how many. I bet you complained about it to the flight attendant.”

 He does know, but he did not complain to the flight attendant or anyone else.  He might have said something to Tani, but it was more along the lines of “thank god, I can finally go bring that idiot home.”  

 Danny takes in a long breath and lets it out before responding.  “You mad at me, pal?”

 Steve makes an affronted noise, and Danny knows the answer is “yeah, a little.”

 “Steve, you disappeared after your car blew up, and went radio silent for weeks.  Sue me if I was worried.”  Grace has been batshit over the whole thing too, even with the limited information Danny gave her, but Danny’s not going to bring that up. Steve doesn’t need any more guilt right now.

 “I explained about that, I had to go dark.”

 “I know.”  Danny swallows and says the words.  “But I still worried.”  It’s the truth, hell, it hardly covers the truth.  Danny feels like he’s been living the past two months teetering on the edge of losing his mind, telling himself all day long that Steve can take care of himself, and then spending every night having nightmares over what might be happening to him, if he was even alive.

 “You didn’t want me to go in the first place.”

 Danny bites his lip.  Denying it won’t do any good.  “No, I didn’t.”

 “You didn’t think trying to save Doris’s life was worth it?”

 It’s a low blow, but Danny isn’t going to be baited, not right now.  “I was concerned about <i>your</i> life.  Someone should be.”

 Steve goes quiet, and Danny wonders if he’s fallen asleep.  He’s beginning to think that he’ll just crash on the floor, the couch is really not working for him.

 “No one’s saying what they’re really thinking,” Steve says.

 “What’s that, exactly?”

 A long pause.  “If I hadn’t gone down there, if I had just stayed out of it and minded my own business for once, Doris would still be alive.”

 “You don’t know that.”

 “No?”

 “No, Steve, you don’t. Definitely not.  The CIA, the state department, they were all convinced Doris was dirty.  They would have found her if you didn’t, and they wouldn’t have asked her nicely to please move away from the scary drug dealers.”

 “I did.  I begged her to leave, Danny.  I could have gotten her out.”

 “I know.”

 “She wouldn’t come with me.” Steve’s voice is wet, and it tugs at Danny’s heart.

 “I know.  You did everything you could.  This isn’t on you, Steve.”

 Steve’s next response is lost in the catch of his breath, and then he’s shaking and crying, hands over his face as he tries to muffle the noise.

 Danny’s suddenly had quite enough of the couch.

 “Hey, hey, come here.”  Danny lays down next to Steve and takes him in his arms.  Much to his surprise, Steve doesn’t protest, letting Danny put his arms around him and hold him close.  He strokes Steve’s back over the tangled sheets, petting him like he does with Charlie after a bad dream.  “You’re okay, babe, you are.  It’s gonna be okay.  We’re gonna go back to Hawaii, and you’re going to swim in the ocean, and cook us steaks on the grill.  We’ll eat pineapple for days.  The team will give you shit for your mountain-man beard, and Eddie will go nuts having you back. We’ll all be there for you. You’re gonna be okay.”

 Steve digs his face into Danny’s shoulder.  He doesn’t pull away even after he stops crying, one hand gripping Danny’s shirt, the other tucked underneath them somewhere.  Danny doesn’t move either, except to keep stroking Steve’s back.

 “I really missed you, Danny,” Steve finally says, his voice muffled.  “Tried not to think about it too much.  Stay on task.  But I really missed you.”

 “I missed you too.”  Danny leans his face against Steve’s damp head and breathes him in, fresh and clean and safe.  

 Steve’s hold on him slowly relaxes, the hand on his waist easing its grip, then opening and sliding under Danny’s t-shirt, pressing warm fingers against Danny’s bare skin.  Steve shifts closer, his legs now touching Danny’s, a knee nudging at Danny’s thigh.

 Danny shivers, and Steve makes a pleased sound, then presses a tentative kiss to the skin at the base of Danny’s throat.

 “Oh,” Danny breathes out, unbelieving, as Steve kisses his neck again, and again, moving up to Danny’s jaw, and then hovering, lips warming the air over Danny’s mouth.

 “Danny?”

 “Yeah?”  His voice sounds like it’s coming from someone else.

 “Can I kiss you?”

 Danny tilts his chin in response, his lips finding Steve’s.  It’s barely a brush at first, hardly there, and then Steve lets out a moan and grabs Danny’s face with his hand, bringing him close and kissing him soundly. Before Danny knows it they’re pressed tight against each other, Steve’s naked body wrapping around him and sending him into sensory overload.

 Danny pushes the sheet out of the way and lets his hand run down Steve’s heated skin, over his shoulders and down the muscles of his back.  He’s about to go lower, dying to get a handful of Steve’s ass, when some forgotten ounce of common sense manages to leak its way into his brain.

 “Steve?”

 “Yeah?”  Steve pushes Danny, his hands grabbing the hem of Danny’s t-shirt and dragging it up over his head.

 “Steve, maybe-”

 Steve is attacking Danny’s chest now, hands frantically touching everywhere, sending shocks shooting through Danny’s body.  He looks up at Danny with wild eyes.  “What?”

 “Maybe-” Danny sucks in a breath as Steve tweaks a nipple, and grasps Steve’s shoulders to steady himself, “maybe we should slow down.”

 A panicked look passes over Steve’s face, and he jerks away.  “Sorry Danny, ‘m sorry, I didn’t mean-”

 “No, no, hey, that’s not what I’m saying.”  Danny curves over Steve, trying to meet his eyes.  He kisses him, gently, even as Steve squirms.  “Come on, let’s just talk for a minute.”

 “I don’t want to talk.”

 Danny huffs.  “This isn’t news.”

 “Forget it, all right?  You don’t need to do this.  You don’t have to stay.”  Steve turns away from Danny, curling in on himself.  And people say Danny is the dramatic one.  But Steve’s in a rough place, and Danny is more than willing to cut him some slack.

 Danny slides down next to Steve, stroking his shoulder and pulling the blankets back up over them both.  “I’m not leaving you.  I’m not going anywhere, okay?  That’s not what I meant, you know that, think about it.  You just told me you weren’t ok.  I heard you, right?  I get it. You’re not necessarily in the best frame of mind to be making decisions right now.”

 Steve twists around and glares at Danny.  “Of all the decisions I’ve made lately, this is the one you question?”

 Danny can’t help but grin. “Babe, I question all of your decisions.”

 “You’re a jerk, you know that?”

 “Maybe, but I’ve been waiting for this a long time, and I don’t want to screw it up.”  

 Steve stills.  “Been waiting for what a long time?” he asks carefully.

 Danny pushes his fingers into Steve’s beard and rubs at his jaw.  “For this. Us.  For real.”

 Steve leans into Danny’s touch, holding his gaze.  “I have, too. And I’m not going to freak out in the morning.  I promise.”

 “Did I say I thought you were going to freak out?  Maybe I’m going to freak out.”

 Steve frowns.  “Are you?”

 Danny leans his forehead against Steve’s.  “No. No, I am not.”

 “Okay, well, that’s settled.”

 “Yup.”  

 Steve leans in and kisses Danny, long and slow, and Danny can swear he feels it all the way down to his toes.

 “You’re quite good at that,” Danny says when they pull apart.  

 “I aim to please,” Steve says, leaning in again.  This time the kiss is more heated, Steve’s tongue parting Danny’s lips and pushing hot and wet into his mouth.  Steve’s hand roams over his head, down to the back of his neck, and cups his chin, angling Danny’s face exactly where he wants it.

 Steve’s body is hard and tight and when Danny finally looks up, Steve is holding himself over Danny as if he could do it all day long.  There’s a gleam in Steve’s eyes that Danny’s never seen before, and it sends a thrill down his spine.

 Then Steve’s left arm buckles, and Steve slumps down, half on top of Danny.  “Ow.  Ow ow ow.”

 “Hey, easy there,” Danny runs a hand down Steve’s shoulder, over the offending arm.  “Take it easy.  No need to show off.”

 “What, I should just lie here and let you have all the fun?”

 The image of Steve spread out underneath him, obediently allowing Danny to worship every inch of his body, is incredibly appealing.  Maybe another time.

 “I think maybe you should avoid injuring yourself further, that’s all.”

 Steve grimaces and rubs his bicep. “It hurts like fuck.”

 “Have you taken anything?”  

 Steve doesn’t answer.  

 Danny eases out of bed and finds his backpack on the floor.  He didn’t pack much, but he’s never without a bottle of ibuprofen.  Feeding it to Steve is a familiar task, and he doesn’t even bother to ask if he wants water with the pills.

 “Thanks, Danny.”  Steve sighs.  “Not a very romantic night, huh?”

 Danny climbs back into bed and shuffles under the covers.  “I’ve seen you try romantic, babe.  We don’t need to go there.”  

 “Very funny.”  

 There’s an awkward pause, Danny lying on his back next to Steve, almost chaste, wondering what’s going to happen next. Then Steve grabs Danny and pulls him close.  Danny lets him, resting his head on Steve’s chest and wrapping an arm around his waist.

 “Don’t want to let you go, Danny,” Steve says, almost apologetically.

 “Same,” Danny says.  “Just rest, okay?  Tomorrow we’ll go back to Oahu, get you home.  Take it from there.  One step at a time.”

 “Danny,” Steve breathes into his ear, “With you here, I’m already home.”

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Musical mood for this chapter:  Lovesong sung by Adele.