Word count: 18.4k (this was meant to be short ffs)
Summary: Dan was known as a ‘man-eater’ at his school, accepting dates from whoever offered, but he had never stayed with anyone for longer than 7 days. He never expected to change this lifestyle either but then again, he never thought a boy that asked him on a date to see a 'kids movie’ would change any of that.
Warning: mentions of depression (but nothing bad, just saying Dan was sad in the past really) and a panic attack which isn’t too bad
“Did you hear he stopped with Sarah-”
“Only lasted three days!”
“Wasn’t his longest seven?”
“He needs to stop…”
“It’s hard when he knows he’s that hot.”
Dan chuckled as he heard everyone whispering about him as he walked down the corridor. Got to love Fridays.
Dan loved being the centre of attention, 'Man-eater Howell’ they called him, although he’d accept anyone who asked him out. Eyes for everyone. But they were right, Dan had never had a relationship for longer than a week, and that was how he liked it. Easy sex, a date or too- depending on how interesting the person was- and then no more.
We are not Americans. Not everyone lives in an igloo. We do not bathe in maple syrup, but if we could, we would. It’s not winter 12 months a year. We have a goose named after us. It’s ok to say ‘EH’! Not everyone has a pet polar bear. We think the mounties’ uniform is stylish. The beaver is a cherished animal. The best country in the world since 1867.
For so many years I lived in constant terror of myself. Doubt had married my fear and moved into my mind, where it built castles and ruled kingdoms and reigned over me, bowing my will to its whispers until I was little more than an acquiescing peon, too terrified to disobey, too terrified to disagree. I had been shackled, a prisoner in my own mind.
But finally, finally, I have learned to break free.
And now I’m looking at you,” he said, “and you’re asking me if I still want you, as if I could stop loving you. As if I would want to give up the thing that makes me stronger than anything else ever has. I never dared give much of myself to anyone before – bits of myself to the Lightwoods, to Isabelle and Alec, but it took years to do it – but, Clary, since the first time I saw you, I have belonged to you completely. I still do. If you want me.