#Danny in casual pants

[alea-says]

[radiance1]

"Danny!" Danny turned around to find Plasmius, gunning straight for him on his motorbike, and came to a quick stop as if he wasn't about to run him over. "You need to keep your alternative self on a leash. You hear me?"

Danny took one long sip of his tea, staring Plasmius straight in the eyes, savored the taste for a moment before swallowing. "Nuh uh."

"What do you mean 'Nuh uh'!?"

"Nuh uh."

Plasmius straight up hissed, red eyes glowing from beyond his pair of sunglasses as he stared the teenager down. "Do you know how many times he's woken me up, before the sun itself is up, just to annoy me into spending valuable hours of my time with him!?"

Danny took another sip of his tea, reaching a hand under his shirt to scratch his stomach. "That sounds like a you problem, really."

"Da-"

"You know he's also made from you right? If I had to fight him, you're going to be annoyed by him." Danny stated plainly, making a gesture with his thermos. "Also, it's a bonus for me since you're too busy to do your frootloop things-"

Plasmius grabbed Danny by the back of his shirt and wrinkled his nose. "You really need to get better pajamas than a simple shirt and oversized pants." He placed the boy under his arm and took the sky. Danny idly shifted to Phantom as he took another sip. "So like, where're you taking me?"

"To go and put stop to that imbecile."

"You know I had plans today."

"Ice cream for a month, all from my card."

Phantom humed. "Make it two."

"Deal."

Phantom flexed his fingers. "...Three..."

"Doable."

"Oh, you're actually serious about this."

A drive later

You see, Dan was having the time of his life. Strongarming that old man at the asscrack of dawn, driving to Metroplis and causing mass amounts of property damage with the crown jewel being that he got to chase around Superman in an attempt to run him over.

He should've expected something to go wrong.

One moment, he was casually minding his business, trying to trample one of the Earth's greatest heroes under his motorbike. The next he was nearly knocked off of it when something slammed into him.

"Ello." Phantom said calmly, as if he wasn't just thrown by Plasmius right into his alternative self from a future that no longer exists. "Twerp." Dan also said 'calmly' as he grabbed onto Phantom and lifted him off of him.

Then dropped him.

Superman was very quick to catch the boy. "Thanks." Phantom said, and Superman smiled. "You're welcome! Are you here to pick him up now, or are you just waiting?"

"I'm getting three months worth of ice cream if I stop him now so like, pick him up I guess."

Superman help him up under the armpits and faced him towards Dan. "He's here to pick you up, by the way!"

"I fucking heard that!" Dan shouted at Superman before turning his attention to Phantom. "Also, what the fuck! You can't just do that! Did that old fuck put you up to this!?"

"Whaaaat? Noooo, he would neveeer..." Phantom glanced around, looking for Plasmius before clicking his tongue. There was an unfortunate lack of said halfa to throw under the bus. "If you stop for like, now, I'll share some of my ice cream with you."

Dan genuinely considered this proposal. "Know what, fine." He yanked Phantom from Superman's hold and dropped him onto the seat beside him before driving away.

"Enjoy your ice cream!" Superman shouted.

"Shut the fuck up boy scout!" Dan shouted back.

[clockwayswrites]

Under Window and Wing

Part 1

Nightwing shook his head, purposefully scattering his thoughts. They wouldn’t do him any good, even here.

He ran his fingers over the petals of flowers and green of leaves as he walked, wishing he could feel them. But as much as the roof was part of Danny’s sanctuary, it was still a roof and exposed to the elements and dangers.

“Are you going to stay out here molesting my plants, or actually come inside?”

Nightwing looked up from the frilly pink flower he had been running his fingertips over. Back lit by the light of the small roof access stood Danny. His hands were tucked casually in the pockets of the loose lounge pants that he always seemed to be wearing. Nightwing doubted Danny owned a single pair of jeans, but he supposed there would be no need, not with Danny never leaving the building.

“I don’t know. I think the flower is really into it. It might be rude to stop now.”

“Leave my peony alone, bird boy, and get in here,” Danny said, an amused laugh underlying his words.

He leaned back against the door, making room for Nightwing to enter, but only if he brushed against Danny to do so. Not that Nightwing had any issue with that, being close to Danny was the whole point of being there on the roof.

His fingers lingered on the flower (peony, apparently) as he started towards Danny.

Moth to a flame.

[bonchobrick]

Dead on Main au where Jason is of course Danny’s Fright Knight and like all knights do he has a weapon—except it’s his gun.

The batfam + justice league + everyone (except ghosts duh) don’t know that his normal average everyday gun is actually like a super powerful spiritual soul shooter that is, yaknow, capable of blasting someone into an alternate dimension where their greatest fears become real.

So imagine there’s like a big battle where a ghastly ghoul reigns terror on Gotham. The world sends their best hero’s—wizards and occultists are notably high highest in demand—to stop the ghost but, nothing works. All of the weapons and spells and chants fail.

But,

As the fights worsens and the heros scream for people to flee suddenly--

Loud squeaking footsteps echo across the ground. Jason yawns strolling into the battle zone in a ghostbusters t-shirt plaid pants bunny slippers--he strolls up in pajamas--as if annoyed at being woken up and cocks his fucking normal 'i could buy you at walmart' gun at the ghost.

His brothers screech at him yelling ”Are you insane” and to "get the hell out of here" in fear and panic because their idiot brother is trying to kill a real life ghost with a damn gun.

But then Jason shoots the ghost and it works.

The ghost fizzles down with a cry into just a little blob.

The young man then spends 30 minutes lecturing the spirit saying things like “you’re glad I’m not calling the big guy” and “you know our highness would not be happy learning what you’ve been doing” before taking out a thermos of all things and sucking the ghost into it.

Jason then sighs and walks away as if he hadn’t just defeated a hell raising ghost with a gun people can buy off a corner pawn store and a soup container.

Immediately the bat family swarms him with questions

Dick grabs him by his shoulders tense with worry, “Are you okay?”

“Um yeah—“ Jason tries to reply squirming in his hold

Damian cuts him off, “How the hell did your gun a physical weapon hurt that ghastly demonic spirit!”

“Uh that ghost is actually pretty chill you guys just pissed him off." Jason replies plain

They stare at him with a look saying 'you did not call a ghost that has been decimating gotham chill' probably because he did just that.

Tim is the first to break out of the disbelief stupor as he very inteligently says, "What?"

Jason responds easily with a confused quirk in his brow, "Second, my gun affects entities of all sorts, perks to my job and all that."

"How did being a vigilante and also probably crime boss give you a gun that could do that?" Dick asks

Jason sends him a look saying "are you an idiot" as he replies, "Yea, sure, kicking petty thieves and druggies got me my all powerful spirit weapon--No you dumbass, it's from being the bodyguard of the King of the Infinite Realms! How the hell did you guys not think of that!”

Tim breathes in, then breathes out, then breathes in again and screams, "Why the HELL WOULD WE THINK OF THAT JAY?!"

"The--" Batman, suddenly beside them, chokes, "Bodyguard of T-the what."

Jason blinks at his family then his eyes widen, "Oh shit."

"What?!" His family screech in panic

"Oh fuck," Jason says with a growing hysteric smile, "Danny's gonna have a big ol' fucking laugh with this."

"Brother who is Danny!" Damian demands for an answer

Jason coughs into his palm, "Oh yeah you guys really dont dont know. So I may have forgotten to explain some... things."

Bruce levels him with a stare that says "you think?"

Jason chuckles nervously, "So y'know how I'm half dead?"

pause

Damian very eloquently responds for the suddenly dying screaming combusting members of his family, "...sure."

"Well I met the King of the afterlife which is like the Ruler of Everything and he was really cute--" Jason says distant in his own world

"Theres a afterlife?" Superman asks casually appearing beside the emotionally wrecked family

"Yea its pretty cool. So I start flirting a bit with the guy and we hit it off, I now im his zombie ghost knight boyfriend lover for all time. Oh and i got this sickass gun." Jason says with a happy grin

"That is a pretty sick gun." John Constantine nods

"I know right?" Jason chirps

"You wouldn't mind if I inspected--" John reaches his hand

Jason slaps it away, "Not a chance you soul whore. Y'know your basically the tax evasionist of the Ghost Zone right?"

John only sighs and leaves

"But yea so I'm like the ghost world equivalent to married with the king and became his knight and thats how I was able to stop that ghost guy." Jason reiterates as if explaining a simple question, "Y'guys get that?"

Tim is on the ground trying to decide whether; sobbing hysterically, interogating jason to find out all the things he doesn't want to know or sleeping would be a better use of his time.

Dick has decided to blame himself and has started to draft a reddit post in the middle of the street starting with "I (23 m) have a younger brother (19 m), who I used to resent but really regret now, he died and came back and doesn't even tell me about what goes on in his life anymore. How do I fix our--"

Damian is just staring at the gun and... Jason pushes it deeper in his holster and shifts to the side, better to be safe than sorry with this thieving shit.

As Jason adjusts his weaponry he hears Bruce sob in the background, "He didn't even invite me to the wedding! Am I that horrible of a father!"

Wonder Woman pats his shoulder reasuringly whilst the rest of the League seem to be trying to calm him down

Jason looks around tiredly at the mess he had created and decides fuck it

"Alright I'm heading out for the night, you guys get home safe!" He yells and without caring to listen to anyone and everyone voicing their confusion he zips open a green portal and stumbles in

He crashes down on an unbelievably comfortable bed

Danny blinks blearily before sending the young man a sleepy smile, "Hey Jay, what kept you up so long?"

Jason slipping under the blankets with a yawn says, "You would not believe the night I just had."

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Edit: UMM HII The fic is out now here!! you guys are awesome I'll post the new chapter 2 in a hot sec after editting ^^

[escelia]

This is a follow-up/one-shot based on the fic I wrote here, which was based on the prompt by @ghostreblogging

I'm really having fun with Big Brother Danny AU~ big thanks to everyone taking the time to read it!

Not So Normal

Daniel Fenton-Wayne had been with the family for a while now. To say that he was odd would be an injustice because he wasn't really. At least, not compared to the rest of the costume wearing vigilante family. Danny was a civilian, albeit a strange one. Danny and Damian were close in age, and everyone could tell that Danny wanted to be a good big brother; he'd never had the chance to before. The strangeness came in when Damian brandished his many weapons toward Danny, and he... caught him mid launch. Just snatched the little bird out of the air for a hug. Damian had thought he was putting up a fight, but it was clear that Danny wasn't struggling. He seemed so casually unbothered by Damian's behavior, but he was normal, ya know?

Damian sneers and waves his fork menacingly at Danny during dinner?

"He's fine! He's like, what, 10 years old?"

Damian growled that he was clearly 12 and threw himself over the table at him.

Damian threatens him with his swords?

"Damian! No!"

"Nooooo! Don't discourage him! He might lose interest!" And even as the rest of the family assured him that that would be a good thing, he handed Damian the blade and asked if lessons were on the table so Damian could have a "competent sparring partner." He still tried to stab Danny after that.

As concerning as it always was when Damian tried to stab someone, they were all relieved that Daniel seemed to be able to handle the demon brat better than most. Eventually the baby bird would warm up to him and stop stabbing him so often, but until then, Danny could handle himself.

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Let it be known that Damian did not have a favorite brother! They were all imbeciles with poor taste in humor and mediocre fighting skills. That being said, Danny did have a leg up over the others for inquiring about sword lessons to improve his fighting prowess, even if he was already surprisingly adequate for a civilian. Well, that and other things that Danny had admitted only to him in the months he'd been with the family. It was strange being the one he confided in, but he felt a sort of pride that, even though he'd tried to stab Daniel, he was still the one he went to when he needed to talk about stuff he hadn't told the others. So perhaps it wasn't that surprising that when he'd gotten in trouble, Danny was the one Damian called for.

Patrol that night had been boring and quiet. Too quiet. Way too quiet for Gotham, which meant that something bad was brewing. Batman had handed Robin off to Nightwing for the night while he poured over all the reports and data from the last few weeks to figure out what the rogues of Gotham could have planned. Nightwing was ashamed to say that the Joker had gotten the jump on them. He'd tied the two up, leaving their comms on so the rest of the bats could hear all of the terrible things Joker had planned for them. He included terrible reminders of how he'd murdered Jason and how he couldn't wait to pluck the wings from Batman's other birdies. Damian wanted to rip his throat out for that, but he was in no shape to fight. His family was in danger, so he called out to the only other person he trusted.

"DANIEL!" Damian screamed long and loud for his brother, the plea surging forth from deep in his chest. Dick looked horror stricken that his baby brother had called out for the one member of the family that wasn't a vigilante, painting a huge target on his back. But even as he could hear the commotion coming through the comms and see the panicked look on Dick's face, he called for Danny again. His brother would help. He would come!

The room's temperature dropped in an instant, their panting, panicked breaths fogging the air while the lights flickered. The Joker paused in his maniacal laughter to observe the Lazarus green pool forming on the ground between him and the birds. Frost and ice cracked through the concrete of the warehouse as a head of white hair with a crown of crystalline ice rose through the small pit and the Joker's veins flooded with dread at the too wide, too sharp smile on the thing's face.

"Don't worry, I'm here. You're safe," he cooed comfortingly back to Damian, his voice an otherworldly echo in the large space. "But you?" He gestured to the Joker with claw-like fingers. "Well, let's just say, I've been d̵͔̦̩̒̒̊ẙ̴̧͓͕̺ḯ̸͖̪͔n̶͉͛g̵̻̾͒͜ to get my hands on you."

It happened so fast that no one really knew if the Joker screamed or not. In one moment, the boy's body had morphed into a cloud of inky black scattered with what looked like honest to God stars that smothered the Joker, and in the next, he was gone. The being who, upon closer inspection, definitely looked like Danny if he had white hair and green eyes and was a literal Eldritch creature, was untying them with care.

"Danny?" Dick questioned. He acknowledged him with a quick nod before turning back to Damian, the one who had called.

"You came," the youngest mumbled.

"You called," Danny answered with a soft smile. "Did you think that I wouldn't?"

"No. I knew that you would. You're not incompetent like the others."

"You guys heard that, right? That was definitely a compliment!"

Damian huffed but sagged in relief once he and Dick were both untied.

"You- you're-" Dick stumbled over his words in astonishment. "Danny, you're a meta?"

"Technically, it's a medical condition, but details," he responded, waving off the rest of the question with a cheeky smile.

In Nightwing's ear Bruce asked to speak with Danny. He removed the earpiece and tapped Danny's arm with it, gesturing to his ear. The "meta" slid it on just in time to hear his adoptive father shout.

"We will be talking about this as soon as everyone gets home safe, am I understood!"

"Loud and clear, boss man!"

"Let it be known that I knew something was weird about Danny!" He heard Jason exclaim. "No offense man."

"None taken, my Revenant sibling mine."

"Where did the Joker even go?" Someone over the comms asked. Danny thought it was Steph.

"I sent him to clown jail. I hate clowns. I've literally never met one that hasn't tried to kill me or my family."

Upon learning that the Joker wasn't the first homicidal clown that their, before now, seemingly normal brother had met, the comms erupted into chaos. Danny tossed the earpiece back to Nightwing before whisking them away back to the cave under the manor. He had a lot of explaining to do.

[redflagshipwriter]

Check Yes ch 10

masterpost

“Why are you so cheerful?” Damian narrowed his eyes up at Dick, as if he could possibly intimidate his elder brother. “And why are you still here? Return to Bloodhaven at once, where someone might desire your presence.” He dropped his phone on the bench with a clack and roughly pulled his sweatshirt over his head. His hair floofed up after it, trailing with static electricity. 

Wow, someone was still holding a grudge over him spilling the beans about the elementary school art show. Why so cranky? Cass and Stephanie hadn’t done anything embarrassing, they’d just come with him and said that it was nice. Damian had done this family portrait thing where no one had eyes or hands. It was avante garde or something. Dick didn’t really get it, but the technical proficiency was really impressive.

Dick bounced on his heels a bit as he got his gloves on. He felt his hair bounce with the movement. He felt extremely light and breezy. “Because you would miss me,” he teased.

Damian grunted and looked away. He yanked open his locker and pretended that he was the only one in the changing room as he pulled off his pajama pants and started to wiggle into the Robin uniform. The leg armor squeaked as he forced it up and into place. 

Quiet footsteps padded into the room. Dick caught sight of Timmy in his locker mirror.

‘He will definitely be up for fucking with Jason and his date a little.’

“There is a little something going on tonight,” Dick said, faux casually. He cracked his neck and then started going through the double check of all the fastenings of his uniform and basic equipment. “Remember earlier, when Duke sent that odd message?”

Damian grunted.

“Well, I looked into it, and-”

“Holy shit, Jason is calling out of patrol tonight in the group chat.” Stephanie’s voice trailed faintly over the divider between the locker rooms. “Do you see this shit, Nicki Minaj?”

Dick blinked. “Nicki Min-” 

That apparently meant Tim, who lunged for his phone and unlocked it. He stared in disbelief for a moment. “Is he allowed to do that?” he asked. He scrunched his face up, clearly disturbed.

‘Makes sense, but does that mean I’m going to be chasing Jason, not Red Hood?’ Dick crinkled up his nose and thought about it. Probably not? He didn’t want to give anyone the impression that Jason’s civilian ID was being hunted by law enforcement. Jay probably just didn’t want Dick to be able to track him down too easily. Fair enough. 5 of them on patrol was quite honestly a lot more than Gotham needed on an average night.

Damian snorted. “Don’t be absurd,” he sneered. “We are all entitled to a certain number of rest days per week. Have you forgotten the holistic wellness powerpoint presentation so easily, you despicable fool?”

“Shut up, nerd.” Tim held his phone in Damian’s face.

Damian stared at it without blinking for a long few seconds. “...I was not aware this was a genre of action of which he was capable.” He looked incredibly troubled.

The expression wiped off of Dick’s face.

‘What did that little shit do?’

“Maybe it’s a sick mind game?” Stephanie suggested, voice lifting in question.

Dick yanked his locker open and dug his phone out. He unlocked it in a blur of motion, already scowling. 

Jay had sent a picture to the birdchat with a selfie of him and a man who must be Danny, the dead guy on the other end of the sacrifice contract. They were leaning together over a dinner table. Jay was cheesing for the camera, a glint in his eye that said he knew he was being a little shit. Danny looked kinda dazed, which probably meant he wasn’t quite wild enough for their life. Dick nearly felt a tinge of guilt about tagging him into their rivalry, but hey, it was just a friendly game.

The accompanying message was, “Can’t patrol tonight, I’m spending time with the boyfriend. Stay safe, losers and Steph.”

Dick huffed. He slammed his locker shut. Fine. So, he didn’t get to share the exciting news! That was fine. That was fair, even. Jay should get to launch his own relationship. It was just kinda-

Wait. He scrambled to open the locker again and looked at the selfie again. 

He knew the wall behind them. It was an Italian place where Jay laundered money from the sale of imported Dutch narcotics. 

‘They have to still be there,’ he realized, mind running through the minutes since he had confirmed with Babs via camera that the two were at the planetarium. He grinned like the Grinch and rushed out. “Bye, see you out there,” he called over his shoulder to the locker room and snatched up his helmet. He had already changed, after all! No need to wait around for the slowpokes and the old man who still wasn’t even coming down the Bat staircase yet.

Nightwing flung himself onto his motorcycle and tore off into the night. He crossed the bridge into Gotham, a flash of blue reflected off the choppy water below. It felt like minutes until he kicked out the stand for his bike and dismounted, clicking the protective tech on without stopping for a minute. He took the rickety, rust-red stairs up the outside of the building and slithered in the stairwell.

He wasn’t an amateur. He knew that Jay knew what he’d done. He was expecting Dick to come here. But that didn’t mean Dick couldn’t gain ground. Jay might still be here. Dick crept out into the restaurant through the kitchen, ducking out of sight from the line cook and bursting through the kitchen double doors in utter silence.

His gaze went unerringly to the table where the photo had been taken. A grim-faced waiter looked up, pristine white cloth in the process of wiping it down. “There’s a note for you,” he said. He indicated the receipt with a head tilt and finished his task, wiping down the salt shaker and other accoutrement.

Boo. Dick deflated. “Thank you,” he said. It was too much to expect for this to end first thing. Ah. He cheered up at the realization that this was better, actually. He was clearly only minutes behind them. The game wouldn’t be fun if it was too easy, after all. With that in mind he felt pretty chipper as he reached for the no doubt taunting note Jay would have left him on the back of the receipt. In his peripheral vision he noted the waiter picking up a short mop and running it over the floor under where Jay and Danny’s feet would have been.

…A riddle. They left him a riddle. “How does water fall onto a cranky little stormcloud?” Puzzled, he blinked. Uh, water going up? Something about condensation, about pipes, about… stormcloud? He crinkled his eyebrows and thought about Damian’s thunderous little face, chubby cheeks and all, positively sick with fury that Dick had betrayed him by attending his art show.

He had a bad feeling. He looked up. There, in the unfinished rafters, alien green eyes stared down at him predatorily from an inhumanly pale face. 

Dick froze. Jason’s boyfriend was clinging to the ceiling like goddamn Dracula climbing down the castle wall, one clawed hand wrapped around a rafter, feet braced against another in a way that made his limbs look just slightly too long and angular. The other hand was holding a bucket.

Fuck. Dick dodged in a roll and barely evaded the bulk of the splash zone.

“Loser!” Jason’s voice called out. 

Dick whipped his head over to see his brother grinning at him from the kitchen in a goddamn kitchen staff apron. “Bitch!” he said, appalled. Had he really walked past him without realizing it? No way. Just no way. He looked back up and jolted. 

Danny was gone. 

Fuck!

He looked back at the kitchen just in time to see Danny drape himself over Jason’s shoulder in a boneless way, flash a grin with teeth that were far too long, and then… and then. They both faded out of sight as Dick rushed the door. There was no hint as to where they had gone.

‘I should have gotten tactical information about Danny’s ghost abilities before I challenged them. This is on me, a little bit. I’ll have to have Babs take a look… No, not yet. They’re probably going around by one of Jason’s bikes, I can check on what’s missing and plug the license plate number into the auto search program.’’

“Excuse me.”

Disheartened, Dick blinked back at the waiter, who had already mopped up the water that Danny had dropped on him. He was impassively holding out another wet towel. 

”...Thank you,” Dick said, and dried his left shin off so he stopped leaving drips across the restaurant.

[samfkiszka]

Movies

★・・・・・・★

This is how it feels to be in love, This is life from above

or a short boyfriend josh x fem reader

Word Count: 3,295

WARNINGS: SMUT!! 18+ ONLY! Oral (male receiving), dry humping, unprotected PIV sex (wrap it before you tap it i guess), sub!josh/switch!josh, handcuffs, a little bit of denial?, if i’m missing anything let me know!

a/n: okay it’s short and probably mediocre, but i’ve been so extremely busy lately. paper bag ch 4 is OTW! i am nearly done, i promise.

★・・・・・・★

You press your body flush against him, relishing the soft whimpers muffled by your clashing lips. His hands roam against the expanse of your back, gripping the soft flesh needily. Your head is spinning, intoxicated by nothing but Josh. Every facet of him was invading your senses; the feel of his hands, the smell of his cologne, the sweet noises you were managing to elicit from your position above him. He ground his hips up, pushing his hard-on against you in a desperate attempt to feel any sort of friction. You were seconds away from giving in, unbuttoning his jeans and touching him only the way you were allowed to; the way that would have had him whining beautifully underneath you.

Too bad you didn’t have enough time.

You were cut off by the shrill sound of a phone ringing beside you, the ringtone you had specifically set for Jake– Josh’s twin brother. Reluctantly pulling away from Josh, who was quick to try and tug you back to him, you answered the phone with an exasperated huff.

“Hello?” You breathe, trying your best to sound calm and collected.

“Where the fuck are you guys? We’ve been banging on the door for ten minutes,” Jake chuckled, not sounding the least bit irritated at your lack of awareness and hospitality.

“Fuck,” you mumble, turning to Josh. Eyes blown, cheeks flushed, lips swollen, hair in disarray– he was truly a sight to behold. “Be there in a second.” You hang up before Jake can respond, tossing the phone on the bed so hard it tumbles to the ground with a thunk.

“They’re here.”

“Who?” Josh pants, still greedily exploring your body.

“Your brothers,” you grumbled, pushing off of Josh.

“Huh?” He hums, not entirely focused on the words coming out of your mouth.

“Movie night,” you explain, reminding him of the event he scheduled earlier in the day. You glance in the mirror for a moment, fixing your hair to the best of your ability. You turn to face Josh, drinking in his disheveled appearance, “Better fix yourself up, sweet boy,” you warn, all too aware of how relentlessly his brother’s would tease him if they saw him like this.

“Tell them to go away,” Josh complains, propping himself up on his elbows, “C’mon, I- I’ve been so good, I just wanna touch you.”

“Sorry, angel, you're the one who invited them.” You ignore him, racing to the front of your apartment to let your somewhat unwelcome guests in. bc

Sam is still banging against the door when you tear it open, grinning from ear to ear when he spots you.

“Fucking finally,” he laughs, “What took you so long?”

“Um, got caught up doing something,” you mumble, glancing behind you to spot Josh sauntering in.

“Yeah, there’s something right there,” Danny teases, eyeing Josh.

Jake shoves in, rolling his eyes and tossing a pizza down onto your coffee table. He plops down on the couch, grabbing the remote so assuredly it was like he owned the place; he nearly did with the amount of time he spent over here.

“Have a seat,” You sigh sarcastically, shooting an apologetic glance over to Josh.

Not like you have any reason to feel bad, he was the one who invited them earlier. But he was also right– he had been good, he always was. He did deserve a reward, for you to make him feel good.

Although, you did enjoy the idea of watching him squirm all night.

“Decide on a movie?” You ask casually, sitting down in the squished armchair next to Josh. His breath hitches at the sudden contact, tensing almost immediately.

“Nope,” Jake answers, popping the “p”.

“He wants to watch The Princess Bride again,” Sam grumbles.

“No way, we’ve seen that a million times,” Danny complains.

You let their banter fade into background noise, knowing full well neither you or Josh were capable of paying any sort of attention to a movie right now. He turns to face you, his face neary pained as he studies your features.

“Sorry,” you frown teasingly, running your hand gently up and down his arm.

He clears his throat nervously, goosebumps prickling his skin where you were touching.

“That sound good guys?” Jake’s voice snaps you back to reality.

“Huh?” Josh coughs, eyes darting around the room anxiously.

“Treasure Island.”

“Y-yeah, sounds fine.”

Jake laughs, flicking the pizza box open and pressing play on the movie. Truthfully, it didn’t matter what movie was playing. Your eyes were squarely on Josh’s face, while his were glazed over in his attempt to pay attention to the screen.

Maybe it was fucked up, thinking about him like this when his brothers were sitting only two feet away. Images of pinning him under you, handcuffing him to the headboard. Denying him release just to hear him beg for what he wants in his sweet, lilting voice. Driving him crazy, refusing to let him touch you when that’s the only thing he ever really wants. It was so easy to work him up, to have him melting in your hands.

The movie continued to play, enrapturing the attention of your now fully unwelcome houseguests. Josh shifted subtly, pressing the throw pillow he had been clenching against his crotch in an extremely non-conspicuous manner.

“You okay?” You whisper lovingly, trying not to garner too much attention.

“Hm? Yeah, fine,” he strains, shifting against you once again.

“You sure? You look a little…” You trail off teasingly, scratching your nails against his arm.

“No, m’good,” his voice cracks, betraying his true feelings.

“Poor baby,” you coo, leaning your head onto his shoulder. His breath hitches, and he closes his eyes, cursing softly under his breath.

Scenes flash on the screen but it didn’t matter to either of you. Sam talked loudly over the movie, earning annoyed groans from both Jake and Danny, yet neither of you seemed to care. The pizza dwindled away, but food was the last thing on your mind.

No, all you cared about in this moment was Josh; touching him, kissing him, worshiping him. And you could tell that was the only thing on his mind too. The way his chest heaved, his cheeks flushed, the way he chewed his perfect bottom lip; he was so far gone you couldn’t help but feel a bit sorry for him.

What felt like an eternity later, the movie was over and the guys were clamoring to start another.

“No!” Josh shouts, surprising nearly everyone.

They all turn to face him, faces expressing a mixture of worry and shock.

“Sorry, I just- I mean- stomachache,” He stammers, eyes downcast to the floor.

“You okay, man?” Jake asked, laughing tentatively.

“He’s fine.” You rub his back soothingly, playing up the bit, “We ate at that one place earlier, I think the chicken had gone bad,” you explain, pulling on the memory you had of Jake locking himself up in the bathroom for twenty four hours after eating at a specific restaurant downtown.

“Oh, yikes.” Jake scratches his face, brows furrowed in concern, “Well… feel better man.”

“Don’t worry, I’ll take good care of him,” you assure, glancing at Josh’s pouty face.

“Sure you will.” Sam rolls his eyes, standing up with a grunt and stretching dramatically, “We’ll see you guys tomorrow.”

“Hope you feel better, Josh!” Danny shouts over Sam’s shoulder as they begin shoving out the door. Jake scoffs, shooting the two of you a more than knowing look.

Once the door clicks shut it’s impressive how quickly Josh is latching on to you. His hands clutching your sides, his mouth pressing hurried kisses to your neck.

“Please-” He chokes out, his voice cracking.

You shush him, petting his hair in an attempt to calm him down. You loved giving Josh what he wanted— he was more than deserving most of the time. Truly, all he wanted was to please you. But a tiny part of you, one that you tried to keep at bay, reveled in denying him. In refusing his wishes to touch you, kiss you, make you feel good.

He grabs your hand, tugging you towards the bedroom and a little voice in your brain reminds you of a certain object you had stowed away in a shoebox under your bed. A pair of handcuffs that you had initially bought as a joke— before you realized just how much you got off on using them on Josh.

You follow behind, letting him have his moment, letting him think that finally he was going to get the release his body had been screaming for all night.

He pulls you onto the bed, lips desperately seeking out your own as the two of you crash together in a heap of tangled limbs. His touch is urgent, exploring every dip and curve of your body like he had never touched you before. You pull back, breathless and flushed.

“Get the cuffs.”

His face falls, a pout gracing his perfect features, “Why?”

You stare at him silently, trying your best to appear firm and demanding. It was never easy with him.

“Because I said so.”

“But…” He’s fully frowning now, obviously hurt that you’re adding yet another obstacle separating the two of you, “I just… Mama, please, let me make you feel good. You know it’s all I wanna do.”

“I know, angel,” you hum, running your hands through his curls, “Don’t you trust me?”

He nods, still frowning, still silently refusing to do what you asked. You press a gentle kiss to his forehead, drinking in the sweet whine that slips past his swollen lips. He hesitates, but slowly lifts off the bed, reaching underneath and then pulling out the orange shoebox. He flips open the lid, revealing a wide array of toys, before pulling out the silvery handcuffs.

“Good boy,” you praise as he hands you the cuffs. He can act like he doesn’t want to wear them all he wants, but the way he’s straining against his jeans… you knew him too well to accept that this wasn’t something he wanted, “Do you remember our safe word?” You whisper, smiling when he nods enthusiastically.

“Undress for me, sweet boy.”

He rips off his clothes in record time, leaving only his boxers on and tossing the others into a random corner of your shared room. He lays down without question, lifting his hands up to the baseboard— he was familiar with this routine.

You crawl up his body slowly, tantalizingly, peppering kisses along the bare expanse of his torso. You shift into a sitting position, leaning over and clicking the cuffs loosely against his wrists. He tugs them once, showing you that he’s fully locked up. You shimmy down his body once more, lining your face up with clothed crotch. You press a kiss to the painfully obvious bulge that’s straining against his black boxers.

His hips buck up so hard he slams into your face, quickly muttering out an apology as he relentlessly grinds against nothing in a desperate attempt to feel any sort of relief.

“God… p- please touch me.”

“I am touching you,” You mumble, running your hands along his body, finally halting at the waistband of his boxers.

“You know what I mean,” he whines, staring at you so intently you suddenly feel embarrassed.

“Nuh uh.” You shake your head, “Use your words, angel.”

“Please, don’t make me say it.”

You roll your eyes, sliding the boxers down his legs slowly. Your mouth nearly starts to water when he springs from the confines he had been straining against all day. Precum is already leaking from his painfully red tip, spreading against his bare skin.

You lean down, maintaining eye contact as you lick slowly up the length of his cock. He inhales sharply, biting his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood from the looks of it. He holds the breath, watching as you take him fully into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks around him.

His hips instinctively force themselves up, causing you to gag roughly around him. A string of barely audible apologies slip past his beautiful lips, as he strains against the cuffs, angry red indents sure to appear on his wrists if he kept up like this. Your eyes water, tears threatening to spill past your waterline. Usually, you’d punish him for this, but you figured he had been through enough today. After all, he was being good.

Lilting whimpers fill the empty room, sending heat straight to your aching core. You grind your hips against the mattress, desperate for anything, anything that would hold you over while you continued to work Josh up. Just the thought of finally feeling him after waiting all day was enough to make you moan around him.

“F-fuck,” he whined, pulling so hard against the cheap cuffs you were sure they’d snap in two, “I’m gonna cum if you keep that up.”

You pull off with a pop, wiping the spit from your mouth, your cheeks tinged pink and your eyes watering. His dick slaps audibly against his stomach, earning another moan from him. Pulling your shirt off slowly, maintaining eye contact, you finally reveal the lacy red bra you had been dying to show him all day. He groaned at the sight, his hands grasping at the air in front of them as he silently begged to touch you.

“Been waiting all day to show you this… bought it just for you.”

“Jesus Christ,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes shut.

You stand up, shimmying your pants down at a tantalizing speed, making sure he fully took in the matching pair of panties. He stifles another delicious noise, practically humping the air. God, he was so pathetically desperate, and it was getting harder to keep up your act. All you wanted to do was give him exactly what he wanted. You bend down, giving him a clear shot of your ass as you find the keys for the cuffs.

Striding over to him with a grin, you slip the key into the lock, letting him free. He sighs happily, hands immediately pulling you in as he presses kisses to the exposed skin of your chest.

“Thank you,” he practically pants, his hands greedily tugging at you.

“Of course, angel,” you coo, sliding your hands into his curls, “you’ve been so good today.”

He smiles warmly at your praise, staring up at you sweetly. You slowly pull away from him, drinking in his dejected huff as you take away the one thing he had been begging for all day.

It wasn’t long before he was gripping at you again, his hands flying to your waist as you straddle his body. His chest heaved, the skin flushed pink. You nearly collided into him at the speed he tugged you down, your lips crashing together in his needy attempt to feel all of you.

His hands slid up your back, undoing the clasp of your bra and throwing into a dejected corner of the room. Your panties were next, torn with his clumsy attempt to rip them off.

“Those were expensive.” You pull back, pouting as you stare at the ripped pair of lacy underwear.

“I’ll buy you a new pair, I’ll buy you twenty new pairs, I don’t care,” he breathes, trying to tug you back down. He leans up, trying to catch you in kiss, and you grant him a chaste one, before pulling away.

You lift your hips up, using the hand that wasn’t holding you up to grab his dick, lining it up with your entrance. You slide it through your folds, enjoying the way his breath hitches at the feel of your wetness smearing against the tip.

“Jesus, fuck, holy—” A string of whines and expletives spew out from Josh as you slowly sink down, feeling him stretch you out. No matter how often you had him like this, you could never fully get used to how overwhelmingly large he was. You lean forward, resting your forehead against his as you breathe, trying to adjust to his size.

“You okay?” He whispers, pressing a kiss to the side of your face.

“Mhm.” You nod, inhaling deeply.

This is how it always happened. You tried to act tough, act like you were in charge. Would spend so long riling him up, pretending like you were in total control. Yet the second Josh really touched you, the moment he was inside you, it’s like your brain went empty. All you could think about was him. You felt… the only way to describe it was stupid. Dumb. Drunk on nothing but him.

“Want me to move?”

You nod again, not trusting your own voice.

He gently grabs your hips, slowly bringing you up, grinning when you gasp at the sensation.

How quickly the two of you had switched, how fast the dynamic changed, it always left your head spinning.

He lifts up into you, paying close attention to your facial features, always worried he’d hurt you. Once he had deemed it safe— and judging by the lazy grin that had plastered itself on your face it was— he decided to move again, picking up his pace ever so slightly.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” you chant, whining as he begins to pound upwards into you.

He decided he was tired of this game, finally flipping you over and taking what he wants. With him pinning you down this time, you take this opportunity to use what little power you have left by locking your legs behind him, forcing him in even deeper.

“Christ, you- so fucking good,” is all he can manage as he continues to thrust sloppily, his hands roving every curve and dip of your body. Eventually the rest on your breasts, kneading the soft flesh a little too roughly. He bends down, catching you in a rushed kiss that cuts off the near constant stream of whines and moans he was forcing out of you. He leaves a trail of hurried, wet kisses down your neck, biting and nipping his own marks into the sensitive skin. Leaning back up, he glances down at his work, a wide array of pink and purple blooms appearing on your skin— matching the now bruised circumference of his wrists. Your nails dig into his back, scratching so hard he winces, stalling inside you.

“Fucking hell, so close,” he rasps, his hand snaking down to rub quick circles on your clit. The added pressure makes your head spin. You squeeze your eyes shut, unable to keep them open no matter how badly you want to take in his fucked out expression.

“Me too,” you choke out, chanting his name like a prayer as he continues his motions, every nerve of your body craving him like a drug.

You feel the pressure in your stomach build up, threatening to push you right over the edge any moment. Josh can tell too, the way you begin to absentmindedly squeeze around him making his movements even sloppier. Eventually you fall, screaming his name loud enough that even the neighbors three doors down could’ve heard it. He works you through it, faltering ever so slightly as he begins to reach his own climax.

“Where do you want me to-” he begins, trying his best to keep moving.

You keep your legs locked around him, pulling him in closer, “Inside.”

A strangled noise tears through him as he cums inside you, the feeling causing you to shake a bit. He flops down on top of you, gasping for air.

“Maybe we should invite your brothers over movie nights more often,” you suggest, an intoxicated giggle playing on your lips as you stroke his back to calm him down.

“Yeah… maybe we should.”

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Double Date (part 6.5)

Better late then never here's the mentioned double date between Harley and Ivey, and Hyena and Hood. It's unedited so please point out any errors you find.

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They really should have expected this when Harley had mentioned Jason and Danny joining her and Pam for a double date. Of course Harley would forget to actually plan, and would just show up, dressed to the nines with Pam on her arm yelling about an event at Penguin's club.

"Come on! we're going to be late for karaoke!" Harley yelled before she processed that Hood had ducked to hide his face and Hyena had a gun trained on them, his mouth stretched too wide in a snarl. "Oh, oops," She said sheepishly as Pam sighed and shook her head.

"Harley, did you forget to tell them we were coming?" Pam questioned with fond exasperation.

"No she did not," Jason said, returning with his helmet on and offering Danny his muzzle. Danny shrugged and took it though he didn't put it on right away. "She mentioned a double date when she brought Danny the flowers but we hadn't heard anything since."

"Oh shoot I'm sorry guys! I got so excited I guess I made the plan in my head! I could have sworn I'd asked," Harley apologized, pouting at the two of them. "Can we still go out though? I really want to do the Karaoke night, I was really looking forward to going with both of you."

Jason glanced at Danny, who glanced back at him, first uncertainly, then when Jason shrugged indicating he didn't mind, with puppydog eyes. Danny wanted to go. Jason sighed. "Fine, get out and give us 20 minutes to get ready and then we can go."

Harley cheered and Danny grinned, scrambling off to their bedroom to grab their clothes. Danny decided on a pair of leather pants and a shirt just sheer enough that his scars weren't obvious, and a more casual cloth facemask with a pattern of bared fangs. It covered his mouth and nose but he could slip a straw under it to have a drink, and it wouldn't muffle his voice too much when they sang.

Jason chose black pants, a red shirt, a brown leather jacket with plenty of concealed weapons, and a wide domino mask. He also took a minute to colour the white streak in his hair black so he'd be less distinctive, insisting Danny did the same, once he'd finished his eyeliner. Danny groaned about it but did it anyway.

"Okay, we're ready to go?" Jason asked, checking Danny out. He sure as hell looked ready for a night out on the town, he looked so fucking good with eyeliner, and those tight black black leather pants... No, Jason couldn't focus on that!

Danny, who smiled with his eyes and nodded eagerly, grabbing Jason's hand and dragging him towards the door. "We're ready to go!" He cheered as soon as he spotted Harley, who immediately cheered as well and lunged forward to hug Danny tightly as he laughed.

"Good now let's go! We're already late!" Harley babbled, dragging Danny towards the door as Pam and Jason followed at a more languid pace.

"And who's fault is that Harls?" Pam chided gently. "You need to learn how to communicate plans like this with people."

"I know, but I really thought I had," Harley said with a pout as she continued to drag Hyena out of the building and into a car they all piled into, Jason insisted on driving Eben though it wasn't his car because he couldn't imagine Harley was a good driver. Pam laughed and said she wasn't while Harley pouted, Jason drove.

They arrived at the iceberg lounge with no trouble. IDs weren't needed to enter, just being recognized as one of Gotham's rogues and since right now Hood and Hyena were practically royalty they were welcomed with open arms. Penguin even got them a last minute table and comped their first bottle, he knew it would pay to stay on the good side of Gotham's new power couple after all. Harley chugged her first glass of bubbly and took off to put her name down for the song she wanted.

"She's not a half bad singer," Pam assured them as she sipped her own glass of champagne more slowly. "Are either of you going to sing?"

Jason glanced over at Danny, who seemed to be hesitating, looking uncertain. Jason shifted closer and wrapped an arm around his boyfriend's waist. "Do it if you want to, I'll go up with you," he encouraged and Danny relaxed a bit.

Danny turned a little to whisper into Jason's ear. "I don't really sing, I'm good at it but since I'm a banshee my voice can be powerful. I've always been worried that singing will have, I don't know, do something?" He said like a question.

"Has it ever done anything?" Jason asked and Danny hesitated before shaking his head.

"No, not unless I scream," Danny admitted reluctantly.

"Alright, then we'll give it a try," Jason assured, kissing the side of Danny’s head before taking a sip of his drink.

Danny nodded and grabbed a straw, slipping it into the drink so he could sip it. Pam topped up their drinks when they were half empty.

"So what song do you think you want to do? Harley'll probably drag me up to do a duet. I always say I won't but she gets me with those puppy-dog eyes," she chuckled fondly, clearly not actually upset about that.

"Oh I know the feeling," Jason agreed, shaking his head.

"I have excellent puppydog eyes," Danny chirped, snuggling closer. Jason rolled his eyes behind his mask.

"I bet he does," Pam laughed softly, amused by the two of them.

"What song should we do? Do you think they have Come With Me Now? We've sung that one together before? Or Vicious, No no! We should do Zombie Love!" Danny suggested sounding excited, though that might just be two glasses of champagne in a body unused to managing alcohol. As long as Danny’s ghostly abilities didn't clear toxins as quickly as physical injuries.

"They can find whatever you want," Pam promised with a snicker. "Pangoo wants to be on both your good sides really bad."

Jason snorted, leaning back against the booth with a crooked and cocky grin. "He knows what my rules are, everyone does, follow them and we'll be fine," he said with a careless little wave.

"Oh don't tell him that!" Harley said, popping out of nowhere and making Jason and Danny jump. "It's so fun watching him scramble," she snickered, flopping down next to Pam, wrapping her arms around Pam's neck. "Come sing with meee," she pleaded as Pam poured her another drink.

"Harley you promised you wouldn't make me this time," Pam chided her without any heat. She didn't actually mind it seemed.

"We'll go first and you can talk her into it," Danny cackled, grabbing Jason's hand and dragging him up and over to the sign-in desk.

They signed up to do Zombie Love because they both thought it was funny. It wasn’t a traditional duet or anything but they could sing it together, that seemed to make Danny feel better too. His voice was beautiful, and he kept his distance from the mic so it wouldn't be too loud because he had very powerful lungs. He seemed more interested in practically grinding on Jason anyway, who was just trying very hard not to blush and potentially taint his fearsome reputation by blushing at his boyfriend's antics.

Harley was whooping and wolf whistling at them excitedly before the song ended and Danny dragged Jason back off the stage laughing breathlessly. He seemed thrilled as he pressed himself against Jason purring under the cover of the music and nuzzling against his neck.

"Hyena we're in public," Jason half joked with his hands gripping Danny's hips too tightly.

"No one's going to say anything, they're scared of us," Danny murmured into Jason's ear making him shiver.

"Hey lovebirds! We supported you while you sang!" Harley accused them, bouncing over to practically pry the two of them apart.

Danny let go while laughing, smiling at Harley with his eyes. "So did you two decide what you're going to sing?" He questioned, raising his eyebrows.

"Ya! We're going to do Promiscuous Girl," Harley yipped, Ivy just smiling at her indulgently.

"Then of course we'll cheer you on! But then we're going to dance!" Danny insisted with a wicked glint in his eye that nearly had Jason swooning. Oh he was absolutely going to be pent up and suffering by the end of the night. They should do things like this more often.

Harley and Ivy's duet was pretty good, Pam kept Harley from going too off key and they were clearly having fun. Jason decided to be more stoic about his support, nodding his head to the beat and letting Danny howl and whistle for the both of them. They both clapped when they finished and Harley bounced off the stage again with Pam close in tow.

Danny grabbed Jason and dragged him to the dance floor, and Jason wondered how he could be so graceful and confident in a fight and so fucking lost on the dance floor. He was too aware of his body, and the eyes that were on him and didn't fully know how to behave. Thankfully Danny made sure that didn't last long as he dragged Jason into dancing with him. Jason was content to be essentially a prop and watch as Danny moved with more sensual grace than he had any right to be, flowing with the music in a way that was almost hypnotic.

Jason only became aware that other people thought so too when Harley cut in demanding to dance with Danny as well! Jason chuckled and relinquished Danny to her, going to sit back at their table with Pam. Only then did he notice all the people staring at Danny, the little ring of watchers they'd acquired.

"Is he part siren or something?" Ivy teased him as Jason drank a glass of.. something probably too quickly.

"Something like that," Jason agreed vaguely. "Why are the Gotham City Sirens recruiting?"

"No, but the Birds of Prey might be," Ivy said, smirking at him.

"Hey, no planning to steal my boyfriend," Hood joked, his eyes drawn back to Danny and Harley dancing together. It was... something, they were both completely unaware of the eyes on them, confident and at home in their bodies and sexuality. It was quite the show, and Jason was just glad he was the one Danny would be coming home with.

"Can we borrow him at least?" She asked playfully.

"Weelll I suppose if he agrees to it I can't be too mad," Jason relented, hesitation only for show. They would be good friends to Hyena he was sure.

"Good, now let's just enjoy the night, and how fucking sexy our partners are." Pam said, raising her glass to Jason in a toast, which he returned, clinking his glass against hers.

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(Mostly) NSFW Headcanons - Part II

Disclaimer: Slight spoilers ahead so be warned. Just covering movies I have seen before or know a decent amount about the character. Overall, just my own personal opinions. This is just for shits and giggles so feel free to disagree. I’m also very aware that I’m being a hater rn.

Red Eye (2005) | Wes Craven - Jackson Rippner

• FREAKY ASS DUDE

• probably would learn everything about you before asking you out

• mean asf, like definitely the type to pick on you and call you a cry baby

• loves, loves, loves roleplay, specifically: CNC (Burglar x Sleeping Victim)

• big on humiliating you, probably the type to hold your head down while giving head. Likes his balls being sucked..

• feral mf, loves to use his teeth (ankle biter energy) and eats pussy like a champ [insert slurping noises]

Perriers Bounty (2009) | Ian Fitzgibbon - Michael McCrea

• top contender for best in bed

• grimey little dude.. but hey, bums know how to lay pipe like it’s their god given purpose

• not attached to any particular fetish or kink just very experimental and kinky

• 3 words: tongue in ass. There I said it. Specifically from the back, he will stick his tongue in places god hasn’t even seen.

Broken (2012) | Rufus Norris - Mike Kiernan

• spontaneous and sensual. Probably an exhibitionist lowkey

• can be a bit selfish at times, but definitely makes it a priority to make you cum.

• could definitely see him having a thing for stockings or thigh highs

Inception (2010) | Christopher Nolan - Robert Fischer

• if a boy was a princess it would be him

• DADDY ISSUES

• all bark no bite, he’s a bottom if I’ve ever seen one. Loves being told what to do and how to take it

• big fan of praise and humiliation

• will dom at times but definitely is not his preference

Watched the Detectives (2007) | Paul Soter - Neil Lewis

• Puppy

• horny teenager vibes, probably would fuck you in his office while your bent over his desk

• loves roleplay but in the vanilla way like: cop x criminal, stepsiblings 🤭, strangers, Bonny and Clyde. Just overall loves recreating cheesy pornos.

• loves when you’re all natural down there

• definitely likes to think he’s the one in charge but you would absolutely wear the pants in the relationship

• whiny asf, likes to whimper and pout. Big on theatrics.

Breakfast on Pluto (2005) | Neil Jordan - Patricia Kitten Braden

• the queen herself 👸

• another top contender for best sexual partner

• pillow princess, loves to be taken care of but will absolutely do the same for you. Definitely giving switch vibes

• super tender and sensual, could definitely see a friends to lovers trope here

• LOVES to tease and loves sexual tension. Wandering hands and subtle glances kind of shit

Sunshine (2007) | Danny Boyle - Robert Capa

• needy little freak but in a subtle way

• you would probably have to make the first move

• would probably zone out during sex ngl

• classic fan of gripping hips and neck kisses, relatively vanilla but open to exploring

• nonchalant lover but good bf overall

The Dark Knight Rises (2012) | Christopher Nolan - Jonathan Crane

• say it with me now— Mommy Issues

• don’t be afraid to join in— daddy issues

• probably grew up with his grandma or two loving parents that he despises deeply

• sick little gremlin, probably into sounding or golden showers

• two words: doggy style 😎

• he’s a switch, but mostly doms because he gets off on the thought that he’s better than you

• big on quickies, hump and dump kind of dude. Casual sex, but not super big on multiple partners

• so repulsed by the thought of sex that either the utter crippling shame of it turns him on so much that he acts like a deranged animal

• or is so repulsed that it hinders him and only does it when absolutely necessary

28 Days Later (2002) | Danny Boyle - Jim

• Jim, Jim, Jim — I love him with my whole heart and my whole pussy

• hear me out.. probably the best sex out of everyone HEAR ME OUT

• this man is DEVOTED okay!! Bro would take out an army base of 20 men just to get a lick of pussy (more so, a gentle sensual kiss, shared between two troubled lovers)

• you know he’ll eat it for breakfast, lunch and dinner. Probably would bring his own bib and cutlery js 🙄

• not overly kinky, in fact probably a bit inexperienced, but satisfaction is guaranteed.

[emchante]

I’ve been so comfy today my mind is just mmmm sleepy sex 🙂‍↕️ whether it would stem from cuddles or just early morning needs. Danny would be the type to curl up behind you and grind his morning wood against your ass and nose against your neck while Carlos would casually palm a titty and mumble into your ear until you give into him 🤭

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🫠 NONNIE!! i’m so sorry i didn’t get to this earlier!! i’ve been meaning to reply but got caught up in changing my account.

it is almost 3am though so i am sleepy, so sleepy sex ramble before bed? perfect. this got a lil long, so it’s under the cut <3

daniel would lazily wrap his arm around you when he woke up. during the night he’d switch from holding you to facing away, so if he woke up and wasn’t around you? he’d be changing that. he’d leave it a few moments before pulling you into him, stifling a groan when your ass hits against his morning wood.

“morning danny,” is mumbled from your lips, still half asleep but aware enough to recognise his movements meaning he was awake. “morning sweetheart,” would fall from daniel’s lips, voice low and filled with sleep.

moving his head to your shoulder, daniel would shift around, his morning wood pushing further into your ass. you’d let out a small whine, muttering his name as you tried to warn him— but who were you kidding.

daniel would sleepily grind against your ass, the friction driving him crazy as he craved more. he’d shift his head, nose smushing against your shoulder as his breathing got heavier, little pants escaping him. his arm would tighten around your waist, pulling you right onto his boner as he moaned loudly against you. the vibrations went through your body, right to your core causing you to mewl.

you couldn’t deny yourself anymore either, starting to rock your ass in rhythm with daniel’s grinds. a “good girl” would fall from his lips when he noticed, and it wasn’t long til daniel had your body turned round so you were facing him, messily kissing you as his morning wood continued to poke against you.

carlos, well carlos would be the one waking you up. you’d actually wake up to his hands trialing over your body, sleepy smile making its way onto your face. “morning, carlos” you’d greet, letting him know you were awake. “ahh, good morning cariño. i’ve been waiting for you,” he’d whisper into your neck, trailing soft, wet kisses along it.

that’s when it would change, though. suddenly one of his hands were wrapped around your waist, pulling you right back against him— and his prominent morning wood— making you gasp. his other hand moved to cup one of your tits, softly squeezing it in his large hand.

moving his head, carlos lips landed at your ear before whispering filthy yet sweet nothings into your ear. “come on amor, help me out this morning?” “please baby, i need you” “have been waiting to touch you since i woke up.”

his words would get to you, how couldn’t they? especially when he was groping your sensitive tit, thumb occasionally stroking over your nipple as it slowly became erect, the friction between it and the fabric of your shirt causing you to bite your lip.

your lack of response would annoy carlos though, and you’d whine loudly when he pinched your nipple. your body would jolt back into his erection, causing a throaty groan to escape carlos, spilling right into your ear. safe to say, it wasn’t long until you had given in.

hope this helps your sleepy sex thoughts nonnie, sorry again it was a lil late!! hope to chat with you again tomorrow, and more rambles will come <3

[loveatfirstfight5-0]

Writing challenge 🖊️ : Write a fic from 100 to 1000 words where Steve is being Steve! 😏

So....😉

Steve was being Steve.

Danny didn't know why he expected a Saturday morning run to be different from any other day with him. The plan was a quick jog along the beach, a coffee after, maybe even a peaceful breakfast. But then, Steve saw something that might have been suspicious—a guy moving a bit too quickly out of an alley—and, just like that, they were in pursuit.

Danny didn't even know what the guy was supposed to have done. All he knew was that Steve's pace had shifted from casual jog to Navy SEAL sprint in three seconds flat, and by the time Danny caught up, Steve was already scaling a fence, eyes sharp, body poised like a panther on the prowl.

"Are you serious right now, Steve?!" Danny yelled, gasping for breath as he watched his partner leap off the top of the fence and land—of course—with the grace of a cat.

"Just stay there, Danny," Steve called, barely looking back. "I've got it!"

"Of course you've got it," Danny muttered, eyeing the fence and knowing, absolutely knowing, he was going to regret this. But he heaved himself up and over anyway, landing with less grace and a lot more groaning.

By the time he caught up to Steve, the “criminal” was already pinned, looking both terrified and bewildered.

"Sir," Danny said, panting, as he pulled out his badge, "we need to ask you some… questions." He shot a glare at Steve. "Like, maybe why you were running. Or maybe," he added under his breath, "what exactly it was you did to make Captain America here think you were guilty of a federal crime."

The man just blinked. "I—I was running to catch a bus."

Steve stared. "Oh. Well… okay."

Back at the car, Steve didn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. He shrugged, poured some coffee, and—with no warning whatsoever—plopped a slab of butter into the cup. Danny watched, half in horror, half in resignation, as Steve sipped like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"You are unbelievable," Danny said, throwing his hands up. "You chase down random joggers, practically break your neck jumping fences, and this—butter in coffee—this is what you want to drink?"

Steve just grinned and took another sip. “Keeps me going.”

Danny shook his head, finally laughing. “Good thing you’ve got me around to keep you alive.”

[tripthelightfandomtastic]

I’ve had this image in my head for like a week now of just cuddling in bed with Danny, having a lazy day together, and he’s in just grey sweats. Cuddled up to him with his bare chest against your cheek.

And you’re bored of scrolling your socials so you shut your phone off and set it aside and just gently ease your hand down his happy trail and slip under the waistband of his sweat pants, and you just hold his cock. The hot, velvet soft skin, a little tacky to the touch from the warmth in his cozy fuzzy sweats. Feel it get hard under your hand as you lightly trace his veins with a finger. Listen to his breathing as it picks up and feel him groan quietly in his chest.

Mmfff just casual intimacy with Danny.

Sleepy intimacy is one of the sexiest things to me. The way he'd gently buck his hips, feeling how his breath quickens and how hard he gets under your touch 🥵

[klaprisun]

One Sunny Day

(Stardew Valley)(Haley x Female Farmer)

Chapter 33: Back to Danny's POV

“I assume you guys will be going to the saloon tonight?” Emily says, giving us a smirk.

I don’t know how she knew so fast what had happened between Haley and I. When we walked in Emily immediately shouted in shock. She hasn’t stopped evilly grinning either, I don’t know what’s up with that.

“Yeah…I’d say so…” I give Emily a skeptical look then turn to look at Haley. Haley just shrugs at me.

“Good because everyone will want to know. I heard them make bets the other day, so they’ll be happy to know they were right,” Emily replies in a matter of fact tone. That makes me cringe since Haley did not know that everyone had thought we’d have sex in less than a week. I sheepishly turn to give Haley a weary smile. She just raises her eyebrow and crosses her arms.

“I’m not gonna tell them anything. That ain’t their business.”

“Oh honey, it’s written all over your faces,” Emily gestures a finger in a circle at Haley and I. “They’re gonna know.”

“I doubt it,” I reply while rocking a kitchen chair back and forth. It suddenly loses its balance and tumbles out of my hand. The three of us flinch at the loud bang of it hitting the floor.

“You’re right. They’ll have absolutely no idea,” Emily retorts sarcastically.

“Danny, dear, don’t you have chickens to feed?” Haley takes me by the shoulder and leads me to the front door. As soon as we are out of view from Emily, Haley leans in to whisper to me.

“Emily is right. They’re gonna know. I don’t care if anyone knows at this point though, it was bound to happen. They’d find out eventually,” she whispers as she opens the front door.

“How will they know?” I demand, “I don’t get it!”

“You better get home to your chickens,” Haley kisses me on the cheek. I don’t take that so casually because I decide to go for a kiss on the lips as well. I brace one hand against the door frame and wrap my other hand around her waist, pulling her closer. We remain there for a good minute, basically making out until someone shouts our way from outside.

“YO!” Sam bounces excitedly while holding his skateboard under his arm. Haley pokes around me to look at him, while I just turn my head around.

“Are you creaming your pants over this or something?” Haley sasses. That causes me to turn my head away and stifle a laugh.

“I’m not, but you guys sure seem like you are about to,” Sam tosses his skateboard onto the ground and steps onto it. He winds up for a second, then does a simple kickflip.

“At least Danny can make that happen. Might want to talk to Sebastian if you are resorting to watching two girls kiss,” Haley tosses her hand on her hip, stepping her way around me. My jaw is on the floor.

“Boooo,” Sam yells back. “Not my fault you guys are standing in your doorway and I happened to walk by. Take it inside or something. And for your information, I’m just an always happy person.” He gives us an accusing point of his finger and frowns. After that, he does another little jump on his skateboard and speeds away. We watch as he tries to trick jump onto the side of a planter with the skateboard, but he falls. Poor guy.

“No shit they’ll know if you keep talking like that,” I point out, taking her by the waist and pulling her back in front of me.

“They’ll know before I even get to say anything. Trust me.”

“If you say so. I’ll hold you up on that tonight then.”

“Do you mind saving me a seat when you get to the saloon? I’ll be running late. I have lots of stuff to-...” Haley begins. She soon stops when she realizes what I was doing.

After Haley had said the first sentence, I started pointing my finger at my face and giving her a smirk. She started blushing intensely and had to turn away.

“I set myself up for that…” she mumbles.

“You sure did. I’ll save two seats for you, how ‘bout that?”

“You need to leave before I bring you back to my room,” Haley gives me a playful nudge.

“Is that supposed to be a punishment?” I begin to take a few steps back from the door to leave.

“You might want to do up the 3 buttons left undone on your flannel…” Haley smirks and leans against the door frame. Sure enough, there were 3 buttons I had missed when doing up my shirt this morning.

“I was distracted…”

Haley pats my arm and goes to close the door. She blows me a quick kiss just before the door fully shuts. I stand there, swooning like an idiot, for a quick moment. Sam has managed to kickflip his way back my way.

“Love birds,” Sam mutters as he scoots past me on his skateboard. “We all knew you guys would get together.”

“The ladies dig me, Sam. What can I say?” I obnoxiously flex my arms, showing off.

“If I was a girl. I would dig you. I see where Haley is coming from. But I am a boy and into Sebastian.”

My face contorts into a face of confusion, unsure of what to think of Sam’s comment. “Um… thank you?”

“No prob,” Sam flashes me a peace sign and zooms off once again, singing some kind of song I’ve never heard of.

Guess I’ll have to start thinking of what to say tonight at the saloon…

[catohphm]

Was really happy with the options this piccrew has for options resembling Victorian casual clothes for Hogwarts Legacy OCs. It has pants, wool sweaters and even laced shoes.

I love how it works out for Danny! 🥺😭💙 Link is below, thanks @faustinio27 for finding it!<3

[readyforthegarden]

I saw your post and say this prompt: "your morning voice is so hot." [laughs] "what?" and immediately said DANNY!!!

Allie my love, here is a sweet little blurb for you and Danny (god I bet his voice is so deep and raspy in the mornings 😭)

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You were always a heavy sleeper. Throughout your life you’d slept through numerous thunderstorms, parties, and even a late night car chase through your old neighborhood. But last night was one of the first nights every sound woke you from your slumber.

Being in bed with Danny wasn’t new, in fact it was something that happened regularly. Neither of you had been looking for anything serious. A casual hook up here and there turned into a friends with benefits situation as the two of you got closer over time.

But now, things were different. A bad storm had rolled through last night, taking out power lines, winds so strong the tornado sirens had gone off a few times. Just your luck you’d been at Danny’s place, getting ready to leave after one such netflix and chill session, when the first sirens blared.

“I didn’t realize how bad it was getting,” you moved towards the window in Danny’s home, glancing out at the storm as lightning flashed across the sky. You felt a hand encircle your wrist, and you were dragged back softly.

“Best not to be so close to windows with the tornado sirens going off,” Danny informed you softly. “Come on, let’s move somewhere a little safer.” Following him down the hall of his apartment, you let him lead you into his bathroom, where there were no windows. “Safest place we have, usually we’d climb into the tub and huddle up.”

“You’ve been through tornados before?” you asked, trying to hide the fear in your voice. Truth be told, where you grew up you never had to worry about them. There weren’t common enough to even have drills about them in school.

“Growing up in a rural area, at the end of tornado alley, yeah, I’ve had a few run ins.” Danny shrugged. “Nothing too bad; we were always really lucky it was only a few shingles off the roof or some hail that cracked a window, and never anything more serious.”

“That’s still terrifying.” The wind blew against the building, almost screeching against the siding, and you found yourself climbing into Danny’s bathtub. Holding back a chuckle, Danny climbed in too, sitting behind you. His long legs rested on either side of you, and you felt more at ease. When the lights flickered, you jumped, and felt his arms encircle you, gently pulling you back against his chest until you were positively snuggled into him.

“Wanna hear a funny story?” Danny asked softly. You nodded, willing your nerves to stop getting the best of you in this storm as the power fully went out, the bathroom in pitch darkness as the storm raged outside. “This one time on tour, the venue we were in didn’t have dressing rooms for all of us. So Josh, our singer got the only one so he could meditate and do his warm ups and everything, the rest of us had to get ready on the bus.”

“Josh sounds like a diva.”

“Oh he is,” Danny chuckled. “But anyway, the venue was pretty secluded, so there wasn’t any chance of anyone really seeing us go back and forth. I thought I’d brought back my whole outfit, but it turns out, I left my pants in the venue.”

“Oh no,” you giggled, already envisioning Danny looking around in just his underwear for his clothes.

“Oh no is right,” he continued. “So I had my shirt on, you know the silver mesh? And nothing but my boxer briefs. And I thought I was being so sneaky and so fast, running from the bus into the venue. But it turns out, I wasn’t. I heard some whistles and saw some fans that had gotten to the venue late that saw the whole thing!” Danny laughed, his chest rumbling against your back.

“You probably made their lives, honestly.” you joked back. “Your ass is amazing.”

“Yeah?”

“I have no complaints.” you replied, shifting slightly in his arms as your leg had fallen asleep. The two of you chattered on quietly, Danny succeeding in taking your mind off the storm completely. After a while, the two of you realized how quiet it had gotten, and you cleared your throat.

Moving away from Danny, he let go of you without protest, letting you stand and stretch your legs, holding onto the nearby edge of the sink as you stepped out on pins and needles in your feet from being tucked away too long. Pulling your phone from your pocket, you squinted at the bright light from the screen, your eyes had adjusted to the dark in the bathroom.

“It sounds like the storm is over, I think it’s safe for me to head home.” you said quietly. Danny stood up from the bath, exiting it much more gracefully. There was a silence between the two of you, as neither of you really wanted you to leave.

“Y-you know it’s probably a mess out there.” Danny cleared his throat. If the power is out, some of the traffic lights are also out, and I’d hate for you to be driving so late and have to deal with that.”

“Oh, it’s not a big deal.” You hadn’t thought of the traffic lights being out, and with how people drove in the area, it was a whole new wave of anxiety.

“I insist,” Danny reached out, taking your hand. “They’ll be working all night to get the power back on, you can stay here and leave in the morning so at least there’s some daylight to help you see.”

“O-okay,” you nodded and agreed.

“Good, now help me find some candles, and we’ll get ready for bed.” the two of your scrounged his apartment, only finding three decent sized scented candles to light. You carried the vanilla cinnamon bun one around with you, placing it on the bathroom sink as Danny found a spare, unused toothbrush from a dentist visit and gave it to you to use before bed. The two of you brushed your teeth together in the candlelight quietly and you couldn’t help but notice how Danny’s olive skin radiated the warmth of the candle glow. You longed to touch him again and feel it, be wrapped up much like you were earlier.

Once done with your night routine, or what you could do of it with Danny’s products, you left the bathroom, heading for the living room, planning to camp out on the couch.

“Where are you going?” Danny’s voice stopped you. Turning with your candle, you shrugged, nodding towards the sofa.

“I was gonna sleep out here…”

“Why?”

“Don’t you think sharing the bed is a little….” you regarded Danny with wide eyes, shrugging again. “Intimate?” you expected him to agree, or make a sarcastic joke that you’ve both been more than intimate with one another, but all he did was smile warmly.

“No, I don’t.” those three words had you up all night. You laid in Danny’s bed, next to him, thinking about them. You would drift off occasionally, and a quiet rumble of thunder would wake you, or Danny’s shifting in his sleep, disturbing the sheets. At one point the thought keeping you awake was how you were wearing one of his old shirts he had cut into a tank top as a sleep shirt, and it still smelled like his cologne mixed in with his detergent.

Finally, sleep caught you in its grasp, though not long after, you were being woke by the sounds of birds chirping outside the window. Soft sunlight beamed through the blinds, Danny still snoring softly next to you. Thinking this was as good a time as any, you slowly got up, moving as little as possible so you didn’t wake him. You were halfway through tugging your jeans back on when his voice stopped you.

“What are you doing?” Danny’s voice was lower than you’d ever heard it, sleep laced through it making it rasp as he lifted his head up from the pillow.

“I was gonna head out,” you smiled sheepishly, finishing fastening the button on your jeans. “I don’t want to overstay my welcome.”

“Fuck that,” Danny reached out towards you, and without thinking you moved to the bed, sitting down on the side you slept on. “You’re not leaving, not until we have breakfast, at least.”

“Danny-“

“I’m tired of the bullshit,” Danny told you, blinking the sleep from his eyes, though his voice still held traces. “I want to be with you. I don’t want to be casual anymore, I like you, and I want to have something with you. What do you want?”

You took a few moments to register what he was saying, but once it hit, you couldn’t help the grin on your face.

“I want that too, Danny.” you nodded. Danny sat up in the bed, bringing one of his large hands to the back of your neck and pulled you down to him in a kiss. He kept leaning back until you were practically on top of him, giggling as he kissed you. “Does that mean I get to stay over more often?”

“Every night you want to,” Danny whispered back.

“Good, I liked waking up next to you.” he smiled at the comment, and you continues. “And your morning voice is so hot.” Danny laughed, the sleep gone now, but the sound was still etched in your brain.

“What?”

“Seriously! It’s the hottest thing I think I’ve ever heard.” Danny, knowing he was fully awake now, tried to lower his voice, but couldn’t quite get the rasp again. “It’s okay baby, how about you try and wake me up later tonight with it?”

“It would be my pleasure.”

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[starcatcher-gvf]

Back and Forth - Chapter 3

Pairing: Jake Kiszka x Danny Wagner

Word Count: 3.6k

Slight trigger warning for this chapter! Jake gets nauseous and there are slight mentions of throwing up (not in a sexual way!), so do with that what you will. This one is a bit longer, but the next one will probably be longer (and definitely smuttier). It might take me a couple days to write, but I'll do it!

Warnings: Language, eventual smut, drinking, nausea/throwing up, awkward flirting, talking in a bar, just guys being dudes

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Jake stepped out of the white four-door onto the bustling sidewalk. Though the sun set hours ago, he still donned his sunglasses to shield his eyes from the bright lights emanating from the neon signs in the dive bar. He also wanted to cover his face somewhat, just in case some fans were here after the show. He doubted it, though. This bar, Rusty No. 4, was located about fifteen minutes away from the venue by car.

Jake turned on his heels and thanked the Uber driver as they drove off through the nighttime urban traffic. Jake’s eyes glanced upward at the moonlit sky. Even through his sunglasses, he could see stars peeking through the inky, almost-twilight sky. The moon, almost a sliver in the sky, was peeking over the skyscrapers in the distant bustling city. Jake has always had an affinity towards the moon: her silver rays reflecting those of the sun, always paired together but different in their celestial details.

Jake realized where he was again and leveled his head back to look at the street in front of him. His infatuation with the sky regularly became a cause for distraction: when they were younger, Josh would have to coax his twin back to the bunk beds they shared to get him away from the window some nights. He would stare for hours at the everchanging night sky, the moon, stars, meteors burning up in the atmosphere just miles away. He still watched, but checked himself every now and then so he would actually go to sleep a reasonable amount.

He ran his fingers through his hair and leaned his back against the jagged bricks of Rusty No. 4, being sure to tuck his hair over his shoulder so it wouldn’t get snagged. His phone’s clock read 12:09 am, but the city was still alive and awake like it was 5 o’clock. Cars, trucks, and taxis sped past, occasionally stopping to pick up or drop off myriads of people. Jesus, where do all these people come from? Jake thought to himself. These crowds made Jake want to sink into the brick and mortar and disappear.

Though he loved performing on stage in front of thousands or on video for millions, Jake still felt self-conscious about interacting with others outside the band, even fans. He didn’t mind all the eyes on him; he just couldn’t stand having to talk to others without one of his brothers there. Or Danny. Shit, where is he?

Jake realized he had been waiting for about ten minutes now. Danny should be here soon, since they did Uber from the same place, after all. Maybe he took a little longer getting ready. Maybe he took a longer shower than Jake. Jake rubbed his eyes with one hand, trying not to imagine that visual. He didn’t want another incident like what happened on stage, with no guitar to hide behind.

After Jake walked to his dressing room, he took another shower, but this one was quicker than the first. After a quick rinse and lather later, Jake stepped out of the shower and picked a casual outfit fitting for a dive bar: a denim button-down shirt, halfway buttoned to expose some of his chest; black jeans; the pair of black shoes he wore earlier; and his numerous Atocha necklaces he accumulated over the years. Jake looked down at his shoes and wiped off the remnants of gray ash Danny left and felt a blush creep over his face.

As Jake was looking down at his shoes and wiping it on his opposite pant leg, another set of shoes came into view directly in front of his. Those same dirty Converse. Jake looked up over his sunglasses and looked directly at Danny’s face. He noticed the corner of Danny’s mouth slightly hitch upwards as he caught Jake by surprise. “Hey, again.”

“Hey. Funny we keep running into each other like this.” Jake gave a small smile and looked at the car Danny presumably stepped out of. “How was the ride here?”

“Good, I guess. I tried to ask the guy where the nearest bar was with ‘Rusty’ in the name and it took him forever to find it. But I’m here.” Danny gave a toothy grin and looked at the sign above the bar. “Rusty No. 4. I wonder where the other three are.”

Jake gave a chuckle through his nose. “C’mon. Let’s go in before all the seats are taken.” Jake stepped up off the wall and walked through the doors, Danny following close behind.

Danny shuffled through the sea of people, trying to follow Jake on his heels. His heart was beating out of his fucking chest like a jackhammer, adrenaline coursing through his entire body like an electric current. His mind was racing with what was to come of this meeting. What kind of… relationship they would have. Would it still be brotherly? Of course it wouldn’t, how could they still be brothers after what happened? Danny was getting dizzy with his thoughts, but he kept trying to catch up to the guitarist.

They eventually found a booth in the far corner of the bar. Jake slid in first, taking a seat to the left of the table. Danny followed after and took a seat opposite of Jake. He noticed how sticky the table was and how ripped the seats were in some places. The lighting in the bar was dim, but the various neon signs above the actual bar accommodated just fine. Danny looked around at the various people in the building: women holding various drinks and dancing to the music resounding off the walls, men seated at the bar drowning themselves in drink, couples seated at booths and tables chatting away about some monotonous, mindless topic. Why did he have to pick a booth? This is not subtle at all.

Jake noticed this as well and lifted his sunglasses onto his head. “We can leave if you want. I didn’t know it would be this crowded,” Jake suggested.

“No, it’s alright! All this noise will drown out whatever we say, anyways.” Danny looked back at Jake, guilty for making him second-guess his choice of location. He nervously started to pick at a string coming loose on his thin sweater. “So…what’s up?”

Jake’s face froze, not expecting to just dive right in. “Why don’t we get some drinks first? What’re you having tonight?” Jake started to get out of his seat to walk over to the bar.

“Oh. Um, just a Modelo is fine.”

“Alright.” Jake walked away, fishing some money from his pocket.

Danny felt awkward just sitting by himself at the booth, feeling the seconds tick by agonizingly. After his shower, which included a thorough wash of his hair and sweaty skin, Danny tried to take special care of how he looked. He put on his dark-green sweater, adorned with white striped and diamond patterns, along with a pair of black jeans and his worn sneakers. Though casual, he looked put together, unlike how he felt inside: confused, nervous, and somewhere deep inside himself…expectant.

Jake walked back to the booth with drinks in both hands. He handed Danny a bottle of Modelo, wet with condensation, and sat back down with his drink of choice: a tall glass of some sort of ale, an IPA as far as Danny could tell by the smell. Jake tipped the glass back and took a long, smooth sip, sighing as the liquid traveled through his throat.

Danny, in turn, took a sip of his sweet drink and wiped the condensation from his hand onto his jeans. “So, now what’s up?”

Jake cleared his throat and looked up at the ceiling. “Well…what happened back there, is what’s up.”

Danny fiddled with his hands and cracked his knuckles, trying to find an outlet to let some of his jitters out. “Yeah.”

A long pause. Agonizing for both parties.

“You didn’t push me away, though. Not at first,” Jake broke the silence. “You seemed to…I don’t know, like it?”

“I mean…it definitely wasn’t expected. I didn’t even really know what I was doing. It was probably the smoke.” Danny was trying to grab at something, anything, to explain this away, just in case Jake was trying to disengage his own actions.

“Yeah, totally,” Jake trailed off, wiping his mouth in the same way he always does when he’s nervous. Danny seems to notice this little tic of his all the time during interviews and videos they do for promotion, but he never did this while talking to Danny. He’s probably never felt the need to be nervous when talking to him, but here they were. Two beings wracked with anxiety, wondering who would make the next move. Like a game of chess, they were pondering what to do next.

“It was nice, though.”

Danny’s heart stuttered at this. Jake was taking another sip of his IPA and looking towards the jukebox in the other corner, currently blaring “Black Velvet” by Alannah Myles on high volume. His sunglasses were still pushed up, keeping his hair from falling over his face, though he should probably keep them on, just in case. Danny figured that’s why he wore those things so late in the night, but he was probably too nervous and forgot about them entirely.

It was nice, though. That sentence rang through his head. Danny also found it nice, more than nice, even. Intoxicating. Leaving him wanting more. He let out a shaky breath through his mouth and took another swig of Modelo to clear his throat.

“Yeah, it was,” Danny replied, looking toward Jake again to see what his face would give away that his mouth wouldn’t.

Jake started at this and looked back at Danny. He set his drink back down on the table and just…stared. Stared at his clean-shaven, eyeshadow-free face. Stared at his perfect curls, still damp from shower water and leave-in conditioner. Stared at his bare throat, that perfect expanse of skin that Jake could bury his face in, wanted to bury his face in. Jake bit the inside of his cheek to snap himself back into reality. Surely, Danny didn’t just say that. He might’ve been ogling Jake from behind when on stage, but that could have definitely been his imagination tricking him into actually thinking he was looking at him, not the audience.

“What?”

“I said it was. It was nice.” Danny leaned forward and spoke a little quieter as people were passing the table.

Jake ran his fingers through his hair again but accidentally knocked the sunglasses on the table. The song playing on the jukebox ended, leaving the chattering of people and the clatter of Jake’s sunglasses to be the only sounds in the bar. Feeling embarrassed, Jake snatched the sunglasses off the table and put them back over his eyes to hide. “You really liked it?”

“Yeah. I did. I didn’t wanna admit it but…yeah.” Danny was at a loss for words at his own revelation, and so was Jake. The tension was thick in the air, as thick as that cigar smoke between them earlier.

“Sorry, I’m not sure what to say now.” Jake chuckled at himself now, feeling a slight bit of pressure lift off his chest at that. He liked it.

“Me neither, you’re good.” Danny smiled at Jake again. A glowing smile, with flashing teeth and red cheeks, presumably from the alcohol already hitting his system. Danny could hold his drink, sure, but the effects of it were probably heightened by this conversation. Jake could already feel another buzz forming between his ears, but he didn’t want to be detached from this moment too much. He wiped his face with the palm of his hand and pushed his drink slightly away from him.

“What now?” Jake put the question in the air between them.

“When do we get on the road again?”

Jake thought for a second. “The 16th. So…tomorrow now, I guess.” He let out a small laugh and peered at Danny over his glasses again. He noticed Danny’s breath hitch from the eye contact, not by much, but just enough to hear.

“Okay…okay. You wanna leave soon? Go back to the hotel? It’s getting a little crowded here.” Danny looked around as more and more people kept filing into the doors than they were filing out. “And I’m almost out of–”

“Oh my god, you’re Jake, right? And Danny?” A voice, presumably female, blurted from the crowd that just walked in. Her outfit screamed “Starcatcher” with its rhinestone embellishments and white layered fabrics shined and dazzled in the faces of the two band members.

Shit. Jake knew this would happen. Of course someone would notice them. Internally he was dying softly at the girl’s expectant face. She would most likely ask for a picture, a signature, some sort of token of this chance meeting. Jake cleared his throat and tried to find some words but couldn’t find any.

“Yeah! How’re you? What’s your name?” Danny chimed in in the wake of Jake’s silence. Thank god for Danny; Jake was absolutely mortified about being recognized here, but Danny saved him from total embarrassment.

Her name was Sarah, apparently, and she came to the show with her boyfriend, who was hanging on her arm. Her outfit and makeup were inspired by Josh’s stage outfits, as far as Jake could tell. She talked with Danny for a couple minutes, all the while the boyfriend kept glancing over at the bar, eager for a drink. No doubt she dragged him here, Jake thought bemusingly. She asked for a picture from the two men, and Danny looked over at Jake for approval. He nodded over his glass, emptying it in his mouth before standing up for a picture.

Danny followed suit and posed on one side of her, with Jake on the other. Feeling a bit loose, Jake shifted his stance and held his hand out to the camera in his signature pose. The other hand located behind Sarah, however, found its way to Danny’s hand and was placed strategically over it.

The light of the camera flash blinded Jake for a second, leaving a purple-green splotch in his vision for a couple minutes after the encounter. They said their goodbyes and wished the drummer and guitarist luck on their next shows in the tour before making their way to the bar. Danny looked to Jake, and Jake looked to Danny.

A tether pulled taut between them. They both could feel it. Jake’s chest tightened, and he felt instantly sober at that moment. Danny felt his heart beat louder in his ears as he met Jake’s dark brown eyes with his own hazel ones. The synapses were firing in his brain, and Danny instantly knew that Jake wanted out of here. His demeanor completely changed once that couple walked up; Danny was privy to Jake’s antisocial nature and knew when his social battery ran dry, and this time was no different.

Danny picked up his drink and chugged down the rest of it, which consisted of half the bottle left. A small stream of beer trickled down his chin and left a couple droplets on the floor. He placed the bottle down on the table again, wiped his mouth with his sleeve, and took Jake’s hand in his. Jake wasn’t even thinking straight at this point; he just let Danny take his hand.

Danny pulled Jake through the crowd to get to the door. His heart was still pounding through his ears, a loud badump badump keeping time with the internal music of his entire being. He needed Jake. Alone. He needed him like water.

“Danny.” Jake called to no avail.

Danny just kept pushing through the crowd. The door was almost there. He pushed on the handle, feeling the cool air pouring in through the crack.

“Danny, wait!”

They stumbled their way out onto the sidewalk before Jake doubled over and retched, emptying the contents of his stomach in the dirt next to the building. Danny’s eyes widened. “Oh my god, Jake! Are you okay?”

“I think.” Jake’s voice sounded shaky, and his face had gone pale behind his glasses. “Drinking on an empty stomach. Not good.” He coughed again, prepping for another retch.

“Fuck, dude.” Danny guided him to the side of the building away from prying eyes and held Jake’s hair away from his face as another wave of nausea passed over. Jake spat on the ground and groaned, but Danny also heard a sniffle.

“Hey, hey.” He pulled Jake upright again, slowly, to see Jake’s face. His eyes were filled with tears not yet shed, and his mouth broke into a grimace.

“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. This just…” Jake sniffed again. “This just isn’t how I thought it was gonna go.”

“What do you mean, Jake?”

“I didn’t want anyone to see. I didn’t wanna just…spill my guts like that. In conversation and… literally.” Jake’s voice shook like a leaf and was strained, letting Danny know he might burst into tears at any moment.

Danny sighed and pulled his phone out. “Let me call an Uber for us, okay?”

“Okay.”

Jake sat on the side of the building, waiting for Danny to come back with bottled water from the bar as promised. His head was in one of his hands, propped up on his forehead to alleviate the headache forming behind his right eye.

This can’t be fucking real. Jake was horrified. One minute, he was feeling like he was walking on clouds. The next, he’s upchucking right near Danny’s shoes. Looking back, he probably should have ordered some food with their drinks, but Jake didn’t think he would’ve eaten anyways with how nervous he was. He could feel his heart beating in his fingertips now, an indication of just how shaken up he was.

Danny turned the corner with two bottles of water in his hands. He held one out to Jake, which he gratefully took. He tested a sip to see if his nausea fully surpassed, and when he didn’t gag on the liquid, he gingerly drank more until half the bottle was gone down his throat.

Danny, still standing, looked at Jake with visible worry painted on his face. Their positions against the wall reminded Jake of earlier that day: Danny standing next to Jake seated near the window. Now, instead of sharing a cigar, they’re sharing their thoughts.

“Did she see you walk back in?” Jake asked.

“No, I don’t think so. Why?”

“I don’t know. It just seemed like she was gawking at you or something.”

“Really? I didn’t notice,” Danny confessed. He truthfully didn’t realize that, it seemed.

“Yeah. And her boyfriend didn’t look too thrilled to be there either.”

“Gotta make her happy somehow, I guess.” Danny snickered before taking a sip of his water. “You alright now? The Uber should be here in about five minutes.”

“Yeah, I’m good now. I hadn’t eaten since lunch.”

“Lunch?! Dude, I would’ve taken you out to dinner or something if I knew that.” Danny turned to face Jake, looking him straight in the face again.

“I know, I know. I was just stressed from earlier today.”

“That seems like so long ago now,” Danny said as he sorted through his mind about the day before today’s show. He couldn’t put the memories together quite right, but everything after walking through Jake’s dressing room door was crystal clear.

“Yeah.” Jake drank the rest of his water and set the bottle on the ground. “I felt you, you know.”

Danny started and coughed the water he had in his mouth out, creating a spray that drifted onto the ground like a sprinkler. “Huh?”

“I said I…felt you. When we kissed. I felt your, um…against mine.” Jake felt heat against his face and neck at this confession. He had to say it. He couldn’t keep it in, it seems. He had to know that he knows.

“...oh.” That was all Danny said as he wiped his mouth, again, with his sleeve.

“‘Oh’?”

Danny just sat there staring at the sky above them. The stars were shining brighter, now that the city lights were farther away from them. Jake followed his lead and looked up.

Jake’s eyes filled with wonder as he saw the moon directly positioned above them, her rays barely peeking through the night sky as the sliver of white light had grown smaller. A new moon soon, maybe even later tonight. A phase representing new beginnings, cleansing, dark magic, and unlimited potential. Jake sighed as he stared up at her and smiled slightly. It was like a sign from some god, telling him that this new phase was a good one. To let it happen. To take this opportunity. Don’t let this go to waste, the moon said to him. Don’t let him go.

“Uber’s here. C’mon.” Danny blurted into the silence. Jake snapped out of his moon-induced trance and looked up at Danny’s hand held out, offering to help him stand to his feet.

Jake took it and hoisted himself up and brushed the dirt off his jeans. “Hold on, gotta wipe this off my ass.” He brushed the dirt off of the butt of his jeans with a laugh.

Danny laughed, too. A genuine belly laugh. Jake smiled at himself, too, feeling silly but not caring. He felt lighter, now that they have gotten past this barrier. Words could not describe how Jake felt. He felt like he could kiss Danny right now, but would wait until he washed his mouth at least.

Danny, still chuckling, held his hand out again for Jake to take. He grasped his hand, and they made their way to the car idling outside the bar.