#Danny Greer

[starlitangels]

Just saw a screenshot of a Tweet elsewhere that said:

“‘The problem with this shirt is that it’s pants.’ –my child with his head stuck in his pants”

[gr33rdraws]

my ability to make any man a butch is astonishing

[lollipencil]

Mare Phantom: Part 3

@void-of-unparalled-chaos, I've finally thought of a (semi-decent) title! Anyone who happens upon this, parts 1 and 2 are here.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

When Danny's blurry's eyes opened to a white light above, his heart lurched. For a split second, his eyes closed to quickly wipe the blurriness away. And opened to a very different ceiling. The light now resembled the moon, with the ceiling matching the rest of the night sky. Danny could even make out each of the maria that decorated its surface.

Even with the pain radiating from his shoulder still, Danny smiled softly as he listed them clockwise. He got to Mare Vaporum, before he noticed that he was not alone.

A man was sitting at his bedside. Glasses reflected the simulated moonlight and hid his eyes from Danny. "Hello," the man greeted with a smooth voice, "I'm glad to see you awake so soon. How is your pain?" "...Kinda bad," Danny found himself admitting. A hum vibrated through the air between them. "Are you allergic to any medication?" "No, but none of it works either."

The man's brow furrowed but he doesn't ask the usual question: "Can you tell me what happened?" Regardless, Danny kept his mouth firmly shut.

After a few minutes of silence, the man hummed again. "The wound, it's too large and in the wrong place for an accident. And you came here instead of a hospital. So, am I right in thinking that they hold a position of power?" Danny still didn't speak, but found his head darting into a short nod in spite of himself. The man nods back, invisible eyes closing as if to hold this information firmly in place.

"You needn't fear them anymore," he began, "You are inside the Midnight Mission, vessel of the House of Shadows, and temple to Khonshu." "...Who's Khonshu?" "Many things. Embracer, Pathfinder, Defender, Healer. Protector of those who travel by night. You speak to one of his fists, to the Hunter's Moon. So, if you can, who do we need to hunt?"

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A small crowd had gathered in the hallway outside the med bay. Chairs of varying styles had been placed, but Reese was the only one who sat. Soldier had immediately stood by the door's left side, ensuring the hallway he'd come from remained at least half in sight. From the other side of the hallway came Marc (or the system's body rather).

No one spoke. Not until Tigra appeared from a trapdoor in the ceiling, mostly full cupholder in hand. "What's happened?" she asked in place of a greeting. "Don't know, Mission's in near full lockdown," Soldier replied as Marc claimed a cup. "A young traveller arrived about an hour ago," Reese stated with a false calm, "Fell in the door, from the sky. Wound to his shoulder." "How bad?" Marc's familar tone rumbled. "Bone was exposed."

Tigra's tail lashed violently as Marc's jaw and Soldier's hand clenched equally tight. "Mission chained the doors after he came in," Reese breathed in deep. Before anyone else could speak, the door opened.

Badr was the picture of utter fury. "Danny is awake, and speaking," each word was cautious, as if the wrong one would shatter the fragile floodgates he was managing. "How is he?" Reese asked before anyone else could. "In pain, still. He said that no pain medication can help him." "Nothing? Not even the stuff for super-soldiers?" Soldier inquired. "We don't have that kind of medication." "I can try and get ahold of some," Tigra offered. "Alright then, one dose for now. Just until we know if it works."

At Tigra's nod, Badr finally picked up his cup. "Reese, Soldier," he turned to the two in question, "I'm in need of some research." "Who and what?" Soldier turned fully to Badr while Reese sat up. "The Ghost Investigation Ward, and a piece of legistation called the 'Anti-Ecto Acts' or something akin to that." "On it," Reese and Soldier filed out, Tigra heading out for her own task as well.

"Brother," Badr's full attention was on Marc, "I'll need your help with this." "Of cource. You'll have all of us, in any way we can." "Good, I have to got back in." "I'll see if my sources have any information." With a grim nod, they both headed off with determination in their strides.

[vintage-every-day]

Humphrey Bogart wins the Oscar for Best Actor for 𝑻𝒉𝒆 𝑨𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝑸𝒖𝒆𝒆𝒏 at the 24th Academy Awards. Greer Garson presents the award; hosted by Danny Kaye.

[comicwaren]

From Phases of the Moon Knight #003

“Moon Knight-chan”, by Yuji Kaku

“The Past Is Present”, by Justina Ireland (W), Daniel Bayliss and Dee Cunniffe (A)

“Mini Marvels”, by Chris Giarrusso

[babadork]

[norashelley]

Jimmy Durante, Greer Garson, Bob Hope, Danny Kaye, and Tyrone Power present a check for the American Cancer Society.

[cantsayidont]

No crunking, but lots of haterating and hollerating and even some situations:

BRUTE FORCE (1947): Aptly named prison drama about a group of convicts (including Burt Lancaster, Charles Bickford, and radio actor Howard Duff) in a battle of wills and wits with the sadistic guard captain Munsey (Hume Cronyn). Forcefully directed by Jules Dasssin and certainly vivid, but the few moments of levity the Richard Brooks screenplay provides — such as a droll flashback sequence where former conman Spencer (John Hoyt, who later played Dr. Phillip Boyce in the original STAR TREK pilot) affectionately recalls the slick dame (Anita Colby) who once robbed him with his own gun — serve mostly to demonstrate that there's not enough light moments, even for such a determinedly grim and downbeat story. Worse, since the main action takes place entirely within the prison, women (including Ella Raines, Ann Blyth, and future TV Batgirl Yvonne De Carlo as well as Anita Colby) appear only in brief flashbacks. The film's main attraction is its superb acting — and even Lancaster's brooding sex appeal is somewhat overshadowed by Hume Cronyn's towering performance as the magnificently detestable Munsey. CONTAINS LESBIANS? Nope. VERDICT: Compelling in fits and starts, and Cronyn's Munsey is one of the screen's great villains, but it's so oppressive that your attention may start to wander, especially if neither Lancaster nor Cronin is currently onscreen.

HOTEL COCAINE Season 1 (2024): Colorful but sloppy Chris Brancato crime drama, based (apparently very loosely) on the life of a real person, Cuban exile and CIA asset Roman Compte (played, weakly, by Danny Pino), who, as the general manager of Miami's Mutiny Hotel, presided over the heyday of coke-fueled late '70s South Florida hedonism. Brancato uses this as a backdrop for a disappointingly ordinary gangster story, giving Compte a fictional older brother, Nestor Cabal (Yul Vázquez), indistinguishable from Brancato's previous fictionalization of Cuban cop/gangster José Battle Sr. in GODFATHER OF HARLEM (where he was also played by Vázquez), and pitting the brothers against a renegade DEA agent (Michael Chiklis) and an invading Columbian cartel led by Gilberto Henao (Juan Pablo Raba). Despite the title, the Mutiny setting is surprisingly under-utilized; the main plot is cliché-ridden and often listless; and the action is broken up by periodic fits of weird comic relief involving nervous acid-freak hotel owner Burton Greenberg (Mark Feuerstein), including bizarre appearances by Hunter S. Thompson (John Ventimiglia) and Rick James (Larry Powell) in the first two episodes. Pino is barely adequate in the lead, and it sometimes seems like Brancato foolishly expects viewers to find Roman sympathetic, which he really never is, even compared to his antagonists. The only real reasons to bother with the show are its Latina characters, including Roman's spunky teenage daughter Valeria (Corina Bradley); his sympathetic girlfriend Marisol (Tania Watson); and in particular Gilberto's sexy and sadistic Mexican enforcer/girlfriend Yolanda (Mayra Hermosillo). Alas, Laura Gordon is awful as Roman's loyal right-hand woman Janice, while Michael Chiklis, who had made such a strong impression as the antiheroic Vic Mackey on THE SHIELD, is just laughable as DEA agent Zulio. CONTAINS LESBIANS: Not in any meaningful way. VERDICT: Never dull, but too arch to be credible and yet not over the top enough to rival De Palma's SCARFACE, and unlike the similar but better-realized GODFATHER OF HARLEM, it has no particular insights to offer about either its era or its setting.

SEX-POSITIVE (2024): Cute but very dumb sex comedy, directed by Peter Woodward (who also co-scripted with Marie Kirby) about a down-on-her-luck young woman (Katherine Ellis) who moves into a New Orleans commune and, after her initial shock has subsided, becomes part of its loose-knit polycule of ongoing sex parties. The story tries hard to live up to its title, with mixed results: It largely avoids the performative dread sex comedies often evince at the idea of same-gender sex, and it even takes a few flailing stabs at body positivity, but much of its humor is still founded on the idea that people having a lot of (semi-public, maybe mildly kinky) sex is inherently outrageous, which means that if you don't blush and giggle at the mere idea of a sex party, the movie is only occasionally funny. On the other hand, it's refreshing to see a modern sex comedy that doesn't shy away from nudity, allows the characters to actually have sex rather than just talking about it, and doesn't paint the characters' promiscuous lifestyle as a moral failing that has to eventually be recanted. CONTAINS LESBIANS: Yes, although the script leans a little too hard on the idea that anything other than complete sexual fluidity is somehow regressive. VERDICT: In a less prudish cultural climate, a low-wattage comedy like SEX-POSITIVE would barely rate a yawn, but in an era of rampant self-censorship and dreary bourgeois repression, its dopey, good-natured smuttiness is sort of endearing.

SUNRISE AT CAMPOBELLO (1960): Okay Dore Schary film adaptation (directed by Vincent Donehue) of Schary's Tony-winning play, starring Ralph Bellamy (reprising his award-winning stage role) as Franklin Delano Roosevelt, recently stricken with infantile paralysis and struggling to decide if he can still have a political future, with Greer Garson as Eleanor, Ann Shoemaker as Franklin's imperious mother Sara, and Hume Cronyn as his friend and political advisor Louis Howe. At first, both Bellamy and Garson seem like they're overplaying their roles, with a bigness more suited to stage than screen; Garson's performance never really stops feeling like caricature, but Bellamy eventually disappears into his part and becomes surprisingly convincing. Cronyn and Shoemaker are both excellent, and extensive use of location shooting (including scenes staged in the Roosevelts' actual homes) keeps the film from feeling objectionably stage-bound, but the narrative's emphasis on the heroism of overcoming chronic illness (a struggle FDR took great pains to conceal as much as possible) is awfully sticky at points, and if you're not American, you may wonder what all the fuss is about. CONTAINS LESBIANS: There have been arguments for years about Eleanor (in particular surrounding her relationship with reporter Lorena Hickok), but you'll find none of that here. VERDICT: As biopics go, it's pretty top-drawer, but if you're not a history buff or don't care about the Roosevelts, it probably won't hold your interest.

[petrerpkr]

Moon knight reading order

2000-2024

For more In depth Reading order

Marvel Knights (2000)

Moon Knight Vol. 5 (2006-2009)

Moon Knight: Silent Knight #1 (2009)

Vengeance of the Moon Knight (2009-2010)

Shadowland Moon Knight(2010)/reading order

Secret Avengers(2010-2012)

Moon Knight Vol. 6 (2011-2012)

Moon Knight Vol. 7 (2014-2015)

Moon Knight Vol .8 (2016-2017)

Avengers (2018) #33-37

Moon Knight: City of the Dead(2023-2024)

Moon Knight: Black, White & Blood(2022)

Ms. Marvel & Moon Knight(2022)

Devil’s Reign: Moon Knight/reading order (2022)

Strange Academy: Moon Knight(2023)/strange Academy (2020-2022)

Moon Knight Vol. 9 (2021-2024)

Vengeance of the Moon Knight (2024)

Moon Knight: Fist of Khonshu(2024-)

[therealmrpositive]

What Planet Are You From? (2000)

In today's review, I find that dating can be an out-of-this-world experience. As I attempt a #positive review of the 2000 alien-based romcom, What Planet Are You From? #GarryShandling #AnnetteBening #GregKinnear #BenKingsley #LindaFiorentino #JohnGoodman

The act of dating can be tough, no doubt about it, whether on Earth or in the throes of space. As the adage goes, Men are from Mars and women in turn from Venus, yet somehow we’ve got to find common ground, no matter how different our cultures are, or willingness to overcome this challenge. In the year 2000, a famed comedian showed the absurdity of modern dating in the new millennium from an…

[tcmbcy]

danny stands there, leaning against sebastian's kitchen island with his brows furrowed. "can you show at least a little more emotion?" his shoulders shrug before crossing his arms across his chest. "nobody's gonna believe you if you talk like that to them, seb."

closed starter for @tcmbcy

"show me how much i mean to you."

[gr33rdraws]

watching vice principals

[lollipencil]

Mare Phantom: Part 4

Hey @void-of-unparalled-chaos, sorry to hear about the pain. Hope you get better soon.

Enjoy and be gentle ---

It was after another bar with no information that Marc got the call. "Moon Knight here," he greeted on instinct. "I've found it," Reese's voice was thick and tinged with dread, "the Anti-Ecto Acts." "Reese?" "It's-," she audibly breathes deeply, "It's bad. It's really, really bad."

Instantly, Marc climbs to the nearest rooftop before he asks: "How bad?" "...Anyone who meets a certain threshold of 'ectoplasm contamination' is no longer considered sentient," horror coated each word, "It's legal to, and encouraged to- To detain, experiment on, and slaughter any who meet the criteria."

A vicious cocktail of anger, disbelief, and nausea swelled in Marc's chest, punctuated by the same feeling echoing from Steven and Jake. "How- How did anyone allow this to go through?" Jake asked, pleaded for an answer. "The bigger question is do the Avengers know?" Steven pointed out, but agreed regardless. "Ectoplasm as in ghosts, right?" Marc asked aloud instead. "Yes," Reese's voice shook slightly.

"Being dead's illegal now!?" Jake roared while Steven radiated the air of a man on the edge of hysterical laughter. "Right," Marc was beyond angry now, "I'd like you to do something for me, Reese." "Ok." "Print out two copies of the offical documentation for this...law, and I want you to attach a message to both." "What's the message?" "If I found out that any of you knew about this, the number of faces I've removed is going to go up."

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When relief past over Danny's face after the dose, Greer gave a sigh herself. "I take it it's working?" Badr asked with a slight smile on his lips. "Yeah, can still kinda feel it but-" Danny cut himself off, and sighed as he relaxed into the sheets. "I'll be getting some more, then," Greer stated with a smile. The Mission delicately plumped up his pillow as he yawned. With in a minute, Danny was asleep.

"Thank you Greer," Badr relaxed minutely. "Of cource, I'll see if any of the others need me." "If Reese is having no luck, could you send her in? I think a brief rest is in order." With a nod, Greer left the room quietly.

Instantly, the Mission spawned a door on the other side of the hallway. Greer startled slightly but stepped through.

Reese looked haunted. Two envelopes sat in front of her, the same message scribbled on both. For a moment, Greer was afraid that she might throw up. "Reese, are you ok?" "No... I found it, the Acts."

Reese stood up almost robotically. "I don't want to think that the Avengers know about it, but-" she paused and picked up the envelopes, "Could you take these?" "Where to?" "Sanctum Sanctorum, and Avengers HQ. Don't look up the Acts yet, wait until these are delivered." "OK," Greer nodded and took them, "I'm getting some more medication for Danny. Badr's asked if you can take over for him." "Yeah, just give me a moment and I'll head over."

With a nod that is echoed by Reese, Greer walked away, worry bubbling in her gut.

[gingiesworld]

Confusion

Leigh Shaw x Step Sibling GN! Reader

Warnings: Angst. Fluff.

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18+ MINORS DNI

Since the moment Leigh had ended her fling with Danny, her dead husband’s brother, she had been in a kind of limbo. She has been moody, depressed, afraid that she can’t escape her old life, unable to move forward.

“You’ll be fine Leigh.” Jules comforted her one night as she cried, after having a dream about Matt.

“He won’t leave me alone.” She sobbed as Jule’s grip tightened around her.

“Maybe you should move on.” She tried as Leigh shook her head no.

“I tried that.” She told her as Jules chuckled.

“I mean move on away from the Greer family.” She told her. “Maybe Y/N.” She teased as Leigh shook her head.

“They’re my step sibling.” She told her as she shoved Jules away with a laugh.

“Well, that’s never really stopped their obvious crush on you.” Jules told her as Leigh raised a brow. “Ever since we have been kids, they’ve always had heart eyes for you.”

“No.” She shook her head as Jules nodded. “That can’t be.” Her words trailed off.

After that moment, she spent days racking her brain as she remembered every moment from their childhood, from the moment her father married Y/N’s mom before she passed. Every time they had done something for her without asking, helping her with homework that she didn’t understand. Even defending her in high school when she would get bullied by the cheerleaders and the jocks.

It had been weeks since Jules’s revelation, every time she had seen Y/N around her father’s home, fixing things that needed to be fixed, she couldn’t help but let her mind wander, but she never realised that she would have to see them so soon.

“Hi?” She questioned as she answered the door to them, unsure of why they’re there with their tools.

“Your mom told me she had a problem with the washing machine.” Y/N told her as she nodded, letting them inside and watching as they walked through to the utility room. Once she closed the door, she took a deep breath before following them, watching as they started to take apart the drum.

“Do you want some coffee or water?” She asked them.

“Coffee please.” They answered with a smile, a smile that had made Leigh’s heart skip a beat for the first time. As she waited for the coffee to brew, her thoughts were plagued by them, unholy thoughts as she watched them start with the washing machine. She has already seen how strong they are, seeing them work on the new construction sight.

“Are you ok?” They asked her as they entered the kitchen.

“Yeah.” She breathed out as she kept her eyes on their movements, watching as they reached under the sink. “What are you doing?” She asked them.

“Just some bicarb, it helps with the belt.” They told her. “It was full of grime so it wasn’t spinning as well as it should have been so I've cleaned most of it but putting it on a drum wash with a cup of this inside will help more.”

“How do you know this stuff?” She asked them as they shrugged.

“I guess I’ve always liked the idea of mending things that are broken.” They told her before leaving to head into the utility room, soon followed by Leigh and two cups of coffee in her hand.

“What if you come across something you can’t fix?” She asked them as they shrugged, sipping the coffee from their cup.

“I guess if I can’t repair it, it doesn't matter how much research I do but I won’t be able to fix it, I just have to move on.” They told her as she nodded, thinking of what to say next.

“Why have you barely spoken to me since college?” She asked them.

“I don’t know.” They spoke unsurely. “I never really thought about it.”

“It’s been since the moment I met Matt.” She stated as they finished their coffee before packing away their tools, wanting to get out of the house and away from the conversation. “Is it because of your feelings for me?”

“How do you?” Y/N asked her, hurt in their eyes as she raised a brow. “I have to go.” They tried to walk past her but she stopped them.

“Just tell me the truth. I deserve that at least!” She yelled as they squeezed her eyes closed.

“Yes!” They yelled, their eyes glazed with tears. “I have been in love with you since I can remember, and yes, I became distant when you and Matt started seeing each other because it wasn’t me. It would never be me so I left you alone.” Leigh listened as they poured their heart out. “So I tried to move on from you, from this hold you have on me but I can’t and I hate it!” She watched as they stepped around her, leaving the house as Leigh remained frozen in her place.

As the hours passed, Leigh remained locked in her thoughts, wanting to apologise to Y/N but they were ignoring her calls, so she decided to ask her dad for their address. Soon racing through the city towards their house, she smiled as she remembered how they always said they wanted a nice little house, never really seeing the appeal of an apartment.

“Leigh?” They spoke unsurely as she walked around to find them chopping up firewood. “What do you want?”

“I want to apologise.” She told them. “I was out of line.”

“I respected you.” They told her. “That’s why I never acted on my feelings for you, that’s why I kept my distance because I respect you, I respect your boundaries.”

“I know that.” She tried as they shook their head.

“You don’t.” They whispered as she approached them. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember, when we were kids, you used to say that you would marry me one day.” She sighed as she remembered the moments when her father and their mom dated. “You said you would always love me more than life itself but I grew up realising that everything we had felt, it was all one sided.” They sighed as they put the axe down. “You never loved me the way I love you.”

“You don’t know that!” She yelled as she now stood before them. “We’re siblings.” She told them. “We still are.”

“I never saw you as one.” They told her. “I saw you as the one who owned my heart but I guess the joke’s on me.” She watched as they entered their house, following them as they washed their hands.

“What can I do?” She asked them as they shook their head with a dry chuckle.

“You can leave me alone.” They told her. “Just let me try to move on from you.”

“But.” She tried as Y/N gave her a sad look.

“I just need to move on from you, from what will never be because I can’t deal with this.” They told her. “So please leave.”

“No.” She whispered as they clenched their fists.

“I need you to leave.” They told her in a broken whisper. “Just leave me be and move on with your life.” They opened the door for her, waiting for her to move before she stopped before them.

“You do know that you are one of the most important people in my life.” She told them.

“Just not important enough.” They told her before closing the door behind her. Sighing as they leaned against it, squeezing their eyes as they heard her car door close, but not hearing the footsteps as she climbed the steps and knocked on the door again. Y/N opened the door reluctantly, seeing a confused Leigh, watching as she cupped their cheek, gazing into their eyes.

“I just need to see something.” She whispered as Y/N remained frozen, eyes closing as they felt her breath fan over their face, sighing as they felt her lips on theirs, kissing tenderly before their hands moved to wrap around her waist, soon finding themselves lost within each other as Leigh pushed them inside the house, kicking the door closed as she pushed them down on the sofa, straddling their lap as she felt everything and more with each passing moment, every action igniting her being as she found herself beneath them, panting and moaning as they moved down her body.

The two of them lay cuddling on the sofa, just a blanket wrapped around them as Y/N’s arms held her close. She smiled as she felt alive for the first time in years, even just the slightest touch of their fingers brushing her arm softly ignited her.

“What are you thinking?” She asked as she looked up into their eyes.

“I don’t know if this is real to you.” They told her honestly. “I just need to know because I don’t think I can stay if this doesn’t mean anything to you.” She shuffled to straddle their lap, cupping their face as she looked into their eyes.

“I guess you can say that I needed to open my eyes to what was in front of me.” She told them. “This feeling I have right now is the most alive I have felt in my life, I guess it has always been you. It’s always going to be you Y/N.” She kissed them softly before the two smiled. “We should shower.” She whispered as her hands massaged their sweaty shoulders, Y/N nodded before picking her up, carrying her up the stairs as she giggled. The two happy and content.

[kissingkiszka]

Photographs - Danny Wagner x Reader

Danny’s birthday special!

"We keep this love in a photograph,we made these memories for ourselves."

Words: 1.9k+

Summary: You look back on all the memories you’ve made with Danny over your shared love of pictures, and each other, due to the fact that you are unable to see him on his birthday…

CW: fluff, missing somebody, being alone, cheesiness, surprises, not proofread, angst? idk

This story was heavily inspired by Photograph by Ed Sheeran

(All photos used were taken by Joe Greer)

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You had always joined your boyfriend, Danny, on tour. Over the years of touring with him, you had always loved taking behind-the-scenes photographs to look back on. Photography had always been your passion, but being able to photograph Danny made you pursue it even more.

However recently, you weren't able to join him on the recent shows. The photographs you had taken were magical keepsakes, you had always kept one in a locket that you wore proudly around your neck. He always sacredly kept one of you in his wallet, showing it off to everyone he met. He always pulled out the wrinkled and well-loved photograph when he was missing you extra, holding it close to his chest and wishing for the next time he would see you to get here as fast as it could.

You lie in bed one night, feeling lost without him. It had been at least 2 full months without picking up your camera, let alone seeing him at all.

You flipped through a hefty photo book you had been placed underneath your bed for safe keeping. Flipping through the pages, you land on a series of photos of your longtime boyfriend, one of him drumming on a sink in the restroom backstage, one of him sitting down and having his rhinestones being applied, another one in which you made him pose for you shortly after the rhinestones were applied. And the last one on the page was one in where he looks like he's reaching out to take the camera from you. You still remember each and every moment that led up to these moments being forever frozen in time.

…

"Look, Y/N!" Danny dragged you into the bathroom. "It's a private drum solo, just for you." He pulled you in for a smiling kiss.

"Daniel!” You swatted at his shoulder playfully. "You know I've always wanted you to serenade me!"

"My girl always gets what she wants." He blushed and then begins to drum a simple rhythm onto the countertop.

"Wait! I need to capture this!" You say, grabbing your camera from the counter and snapping a quick picture. After he's done, you place the camera back in its position and return to his side.

"You blow me away every time. Whether it's an actual drum set or a sink countertop." A smile creeps upon your lips and slither your arm around his muscular bicep.

"Whenever I'm playing drums, just know I'm doing it for you." He wraps his strong arms around you and pulls you in for a kiss before having to leave for the stage.

...

"Danny, you look like a pretty princess!" You turn the corner, your camera in hand.

"Wait! I'm not done yet, hun." He grins, blushing. He's all giddy and nervous. "Look away, I don't want to spoil it before it's ready!"He giggles.

"Okay then, guess I'll just have to wait. But promise me you'll pose for me when it's done. I want to see the finished product."

"I promise. Now, shoo!" He begins to raise his finger to shoo you away.

You snap a quick picture before he could interject. You run away quickly, laughter escaping your lips.

...

Danny chases you down the hall once he's done with his rhinestone application.

"Y/N!" He calls out, not even attempting to hide his laughter. He pretends to be angry, but is oh so bad at it.

"Boo!" You pop out from around the corner, a quick 'agh!' Escaping his lips.

"Haha, you scared me." He pants.

"I know." You take hold of his hand and use your other to hold the camera to his face. "About that promise-"

"Let's see, with that stunt you pulled back there-" he broke out into more laughter. "Eh, who am I kidding? Let's take some pictures!"

"Yay!" You plant a quick but loving kiss to his lips.

You instruct him where to sit, but surprisingly he needs no instructions on how to pose. He's a natural. You snap a few experimental shots before landing on the best one.

...

After a long show, all the boys rushed back into the green room. Josh running to the restroom and Jake plopping himself down on the couch. Danny takes a hold of his phone and turns on the song "Come On Eileen" by Dexys Midnight Runners. Him and Sam are beginning to run around the room, bouncing and spinning around to the beat. You stay sat in a velvet chair in the corner, much to Danny's disappointment when you don't stand up to join them. It's all in good fun though as the song picks up, the two best friends continue to dance even more lively and energetic around the small room. He’s banging his drum sticks against every appliance and table top in sight.

"Come on Y/N!" Danny encourages.

"I don't dance." You laugh in response.

"Don't be a party pooper! Join us!" Sam joins in.

"Hm.." you hum, picking up your camera as the last chorus begins to play. You snap a few shots of your boyfriend and his best friend having the time of their lives together, knowing they will both be grateful for that moment to be eternally captured. Neither of them even notice you there with the camera, but that's definitely for the better. The photos will turn out better that way anyway.

Right after the song comes to an end, Danny looks your way. You still have the camera raised, snapping some final shots.

"You didn't capture any of that...did you?"

"You bet I did." You nod as he steps closer.

"No!" He jokes, trying to take the camera from your hands. "Oh god, I probably look like a doofus in those!"

"You both do!" You smile and snap another photo while his hand is still reaching out for your camera. "That's okay though, you're having fun. Besides, they're for us only."

He approves, his cheeks turning a rosy shade of pink. "For us only." He smiles and pulls you in for a kiss.

...

You close the photo book with an exhale. You missed him so much, and you knew you were missing him too. His birthday was coming up soon too, and all you wanted was to be with him on his birthday. His most important day.

Almost as if it were on queue, your phone rang. It was Danny.

"My love?"

"Danny?” Hearing his voice alone felt like a warm embrace. You tried to call each other every night, which you were successful most nights. However, with the time difference and Wi-Fi not being available at all times, those plans did happen to fall through at times.

"Oh, Danny boy. I miss you so much." You are almost brought to tears at the sound of his voice, but you were able to blink them back.

"I miss you too, sweetheart." He tells you sincerely. "I'm having fun here, but I know I would be having even more fun with you by my side. You make everything better."

You sigh. "I could say the same thing."

"Listen, I'll be home soon enough."

"Danny- tour isn't over for another month-" you begin to speak but not before being cut off by him.

"I'll be there." He has a tone of surprise in his voice, like he's hiding something. And it's something big. Something good. "I have my ways."

"Baby-" You sit yourself down on your old worn out couch, your free hand resting between your thighs. You take in a deep breath. "You know how much I want to be with you on your birthday."

"I know. I know. Don't worry about it." Although you can't see him, you can practically hear how wide his smile is on the other line.

You go silent for a moment, your mind racing around thinking of what he could possibly be planning. "I could..I could book a flight to be with you. What city will you be in?"

"There will be no need for that." He giggles suspiciously.

You go silent once again. He's sure that he's making you worry, and that's the last thing he wants. The silence is loud enough as he takes a deep breath before starting up again.

"Wait for me to come home."

...

Daniel's birthday was tomorrow and you were beginning to lose all hope of seeing him on his most special day. You had a suspicion that he would surprise you for his birthday, however you had a sinking feeling he wasn't, not wanting to get your hopes up for nothing. Turns out that feeling was right after all.

Night time crept over you before you could even realize it. The streetlights were on and if he hadn't come home yet, he wasn't coming home at all. You sat at the kitchen table, mindlessly scrolling on your phone. You would do anything to distract you from how badly you missed your love.

You were in a deep rabbit hole on TikTok when you had received a text notification.

Danny: Come outside.

You: what?

You read his text over and over a few times before hearing a car pull into your driveway.

You slipped on your nearest pair of slippers and ran out the door. You hadn't showered in a few days or even changed your clothes for that matter, but you didn't care. All you cared about was Danny.

"Daniel?" You peered your head out onto the driveway as you noticed a figure begin to step out of a vehicle.

Danny.

"Oh my god! It's you! It's really you!" You exclaimed, running over to greet him.

"In the flesh, baby." He holds hims arms out, ready to envelop you in them for the first time in months.

His face was perfectly illuminated by the lamppost above you, which was the only source of light in sight.

You jump into his arms, not wasting another second to interlock your lips with his. The kiss was perfect. Even though you had shared many kisses with him before, this one felt so brand new.

"I love you so much. You think I wouldn't want to spend my birthday with you?!" He pulled out of the kiss with a beaming smile. "You have no idea how hard keeping this surprise from you was."

"I love you too." You run a hand through his hair and he does the same, not even caring that your hair is unwashed and a bit tangled. "Happy birthday, baby."

"Hey, you don't have to tell me that until tomorrow. I'll still be here then." He wraps his arms around you and leads you inside.

...

The next day was his birthday dinner. You had surprised him with dinner reservations at his favorite restaurant. You had managed to get them extremely last minute. It was only the two of you, it was very intimate. You would have the rest of the band and Danny’s family over for cake later tonight. The glow of the sunset beamed against his face in the most flawless way. He took a sip of his drink, before staring at you. His head rested in his hand as he set his glass back down. He examined your every detail of your beauty. No words were spoken, none needed to be.

You sat there for a few more moments before a light bulb went off in your head. You forgot you had brought your camera. You gasped and pulled the prized possession out of your purse. You lifted it to frame his face perfectly.

This was your and Danny’s thing, taking pictures. He knew what you were doing, so no words continued to be spoken as you snapped a picture of him, just sitting there, admiring you. He didn’t even need to adjust his position, he was already super photogenic and posed in the best way for you. It was so natural.

“Happy birthday, my love.”

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