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itwasntimethatdidit40 · 23 days ago

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This is all I've read this month, in chronological order. Every month I always think it's too little but unfortunately it's the best I can do.

Please give love to these writers, reblog and comment because they are very talented and deserve so much.

As for me, you won't see me posting for a while. I'll be back sooner or later but I can't say when. Writing has always been a joy for me but I haven't felt well lately and I don't even feel like opening my wip files (stuff that nobody needs anyway so who cares, I’m just another stupid voice in the chaos), let alone finding an idea that doesn't make me gag.

If you need to ask me something for my challenge I'll be here for you but for the rest I probably won't be that active, sorry.

Please mind the tags and warnings to make sure a story doesn’t trigger you and makes you uncomfortable, I’m not responsible for what you choose to read, only you are.

Biting down - @psychedelic-ink

Joel Miller x f!reader

you finally go and get your nipples pierced.

Give me Hell - @aurorawritestoescape

Stepdad!Joel Miller x f!reader

you come home drunk and Joel isn’t happy. He decides to teach you a lesson.

Yes Sir - @probablyreadinsmut

Dave York x f!reader

Drabble, gun smut

Untitled - @mybvalentine

Joel Miller x f!reader

(Un)faithful chapter 2 - @probablyreadinsmut

Javier Peña x f!reader

After Javier takes a bold step into the bathroom, your friendship dynamic takes a dramatic turn.

Finite eternity - @sizzlingcloudmentality

Professor Reed Richards x f!reader

after getting your phd you return to your former professor to thank him. he says some nice things and you get a "you're coming" guarantee. coming to dinner that is.

Love me like a loaded gun - @joelmillerisapunk

fuckbuddy!Javier Peña x f!reader

Javier Peña is a man who never stays, but that doesn’t stop him from showing up at your door, seeking solace in the only way he knows how.

-or-

my interpretation of Cinnamon Girl by Lana Del Rey if it was a Javi fic

You oughta know - @yxtkiwiyxt

Joel Miller x f!reader

You and Joel return from a double date, and you find out he’s jealous of your colleague, Frankie

Going down - @aurorawritestoescape

Joel Miller x f!reader | Frankie Morales x f!reader

you have a hot boyfriend and a hot ex who’s still obsessed with you. Why not get the best of both worlds?

BDSMaid epilogue - Series Masterlist @mountainsandmayhem

Joel Miller x f!reader

After recently graduating from university, your best friend offers you a job cleaning luxury homes for clients you’ll never know. It’s only temporary and a good way to save money for when you go back to get your law degree. That’s what you’re promised at least. Easy. Simple. Mundane. That is, until one of your clients is home and everything that you felt was missing in your life starts to fall into place. This goes against the NDA you signed and you could get fired. Or worse, you could fall in love.

Untitled thigh riding - @probablyreadinsmut

Javier Peña x f!reader

What happens behind Buc-ees stays behind Buc-ees - @probablyreadinsmut

Joel Miller x f!reader

56 year old Joel Miller spends his days as a blue collar contractor busy on the job site, though his idea of being 'busy' involves standing around cat-calling ladies all day long. One day he tries his luck with you and he gets more than he bargained for in the process.

Naughty thoughts - @aurorawritestoescape

Professor!Joel Miller x f!reader

you’re failing Prof. Miller’s class and he finds a punishment for you.

Owned Collection - @milla-frenchy

Joel Miller x fem reader

Family time - @greenwitchfromthewoods

Frankie Morales x f!reader

you came back from your parents in a really bad mental state

What If We Kissed In The Buc-ee's Bathroom?

CatCaller!Joel Miller x F!Reader

Ol' Joel has done goofed, he's let you into his life and now you've completely turned it upside down. Oh and we're doing more than just kissin' it that bathroom ;)

Girl Dinner part 4 - Masterlist - @slimybeth69 Dead Dove Do Not Eat

Joel Miller x f!reader

After the civilized world you once knew came to an end-- the men that survived... well they just take, take, take. Growing tired of having things taken from you-- you have a hankerin' to take somethin' for yourself... and make him perfect.

Perfect Match - @aurorawritestoescape

Dieter Bravo x f!reader x Marcus Pike (lactation kink)

Dieter becomes a face of a dating app and meets you and your husband while shooting an ad for it. Feeling an immense attraction, he invites you both to his penthouse, planning to enjoy the night and you to the fullest.

Untitled - @letsgobarbs

Kermit (Pedro Pascal Close Encounter 50th) x AFAB!Reader

PWP with Kermit

Hold my hand - @aurorawritestoescape

Clint x f!reader

you have good news for Clint and it seems that you two are ready for another big step in your relationship.

The Senator’s secret - @baronessvonglitter

modern!Oberyn Martell x fem!Reader x modern! Senator!Marcus Acacius

An old flame invites you to be his fake girlfriend so he can spend the evening with his new secret lover. It doesn't hurt that the three of you are attracted to each other..

Shameless - @milla-frenchy

Lucien De Leon x fem reader

you ask Lucien to come over and he does exactly what you need him to

Vices - @baronessvonglitter

Din Djarin x OFC x bi! f!Reader x OMC

You're not one to be shy of your vices, but a night with a mysterious woman has you and your work partner Din chasing new highs.

Visitation - @gothcsz

Javier Peña x f!reader

Javier visits you in prison after putting you in there.

(Un) faithful - @probablyreadinsmut (Chapter 3)

Series Masterlist

After an admission from Lorraine, you and Javier take some time to think about what you both want, but after a tortorous round of golf with Randy and your husband, the writing on the wall becomes visible for both you and Javi.

Bottoms up - @joelmillerisapunk

bfd!Joel Miller x bfstepdad!Arthur Morgan x f!reader

a threesome sex pollen fic where two men kiss

Iron hand - @thundermartini

Arthur Morgan x f!reader

Back in Saint Denis to recharge after a bounty, Arthur makes an unforgettable encounter. Fate makes you cross paths again months later.

Dark Room - @gothcsz

Javier Peña x f!reader

Accidentally getting locked in the photo developing room with Javier.

For you I’d steal the stars - @gothcsz // Drabble

Marcus Acacius x POC f!reader

The afternoon - @frannyzooey

Joel Miller x f!reader

Preciosa - @lotusbxtch

Pero Tovar x f!wife!reader

You would have never predicted that such a delicate thing would be Pero Tovar’s undoing.

Last Call - @mrs-hardy-hunnam-butler-pascal

Joel Miller x f!reader

After you breakup with your boyfriend of 6 years, you head to the bar to wait while he packs up his shit at your place. Joel is a bartender in the bar you randomly picked. Will fate bring you together? tldr: Joel talks you through it.

The Condom - @toxicanonymity / Drabble

Javi P x f!reader x Steve Murphy

Good Boy - @sp00kymulderr / Drabble

Joel Miller x trans male reader

We shouldn’t have done that - @yxtkiwiyxt

dbf! joel miller (or maybe it's just dad’s buddy) x f!reader

It's been a while since you've seen Joel, not since that 'moment' that happened between you two. Now, you have to face him when Sarah calls you in a panic, asking for a ride from a party because her friends are too drunk to drive.

#V feb recs #feb recs #pedro pascal characters #ppcu #ppcu fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal #joel miller #javier peña #lucien de leon #din djarin #kermit snl #reed richards

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gingerteafairy · 3 months ago

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𝐬𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐭𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 (𝐭𝐨𝐝𝐝 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐱 𝐝𝐚𝐯𝐞)

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tags: blackfem!reader, cursing, softdom!reader, sub!dave, dom!todd, lil bi vibes, threesome, p in v, unprotected, oral (f!m! receiving), pet names, slut shaming, filth, cum eating. word count: 5.5k. enjoy :)

The insults in the world ran out just before you got into the taxi. A friend invited you to a Secret Santa party where you didn’t know a single soul, hoping you’d finally break out of your shell and maybe meet someone to talk to or—who knows—maybe even date. You pulled on your usual outfit—a skirt and turtleneck—not bothering with makeup because, well, you didn’t really care about this party.

It was set to start at 8 pm, so 7:50 seemed like a good time to leave. Something was probably already happening by now. You weren’t entirely sure how you felt about this, but maybe you could manage to stop looking so miserable and meet a guy, or at least make a new friend.

You hopped out of the taxi and, with hesitant steps, approached the doorbell. For a second, you thought about bailing and going back home. 8:20. Someone had to be here.

Ding dong.

"Who is it?" A guy’s voice boomed through the intercom.

"It’s the new girl from college. I’m here for the Secret Santa. Elijah invited me. Is this Marty’s house?"

"Yeah. Hang on."

A few seconds later, a good-looking guy holding a dog opens the door. You blinked, wondering if this guy was some kind of VIP for the night.

"Hey," he grins, stepping aside to let you in, and then quickly shuts the door behind you. "You’re the first one here."

You blink, gripping the strap of your bag a little tighter. "Sorry… what?"

"Yeah, you’re the first. Everyone else is running a little late," he laughs, tying the dog’s leash to a chair at the kitchen island. "I’m Max, Marty’s brother."

"Hi, Max." You smile, offering your name as you step further inside.

A moment later, another guy walks in. You recognize him immediately—it’s Martin, the guy you’ve seen around campus with Elijah. He approaches you with a friendly handshake, and the two of you exchange introductions while sitting in one of the chairs that’s set up for the party.

"So... what do you do?" He asks, breaking the silence, his voice a little shy.

"College? Nursing," you reply, awkwardly folding your hands in your lap.

"Nice," he nods, eyes on the floor. "I’m doing engineering. Mechanical engineering."

"That’s really cool," you say, offering a small smile, noticing him light up at your response.

The doorbell rings, and you almost sigh with relief—it’s a welcome distraction from the awkward silence. A couple of people walk in, and among them, two familiar faces—Todd and Dave—enter together, greeting Marty with a hug.

You don’t know them well enough to call them best friends, but you like both of them, more than just friends. You’ve always pushed that feeling aside, though. It was impossible. They were both too ridiculously attractive in different, yet equally special ways. And your heart—well, it could make room for both of them. Yet, you felt way more than just sexual attraction for both. You really felt something romantic or even platonic. They awake more than a carnal-casual-primitive thing in you. It was almost maternal and evolved all kinds of love. You loved them. Maybe that's why you came here afterwards.

"You came! How’s it going?" Todd grins, heading over to give you a high-five. You stand up to hug him.

"I’m good. I’m just not really used to situations like this," you laugh, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "Hey, Dave."

"Hey." He smiles at you, hands shoved into his pockets. You hug him back, a little shyly. You told yourself today would be the day you tried to be cool.

But two hours later, you were just scrolling through your phone, watching everyone chat and goof around. The energy in the room felt a little suffocating, so you decide to head to Marty’s room where a few guys are playing FIFA. The spot next to Todd on the couch is open—thank God.

"I’m sitting next to you, Todd," you say, trying to sound upbeat despite your frustration, plopping down on the couch with a pillow in your lap.

"Sure. Is it comfy?" Todd asks, shifting his body slightly to make more room for you, but instinctively, you move closer, forcing him to adjust and pull back into his spot.

"Ever played FIFA?" Dave asks, never looking away from the screen, his fingers flying over the controller.

"Yeah, but it’s been forever," you reply, watching the screen as Dave scores a goal. You laugh when you hear Andrew—one of the other guys—groan from across the room.

"Dude, you picked the worst team and you’re still winning. That’s cheating!" Andrew complains, tossing his controller onto the couch and storming out of the room.

"Andy, you’re such a sore loser," Marty laughs, shaking his head. "Hey, I think the pizza’s here. Wanna go grab some?"

"Nah, man. I wanna keep playing," Dave says, scanning the screen for a new team.

"He’s only going because Erica’s downstairs," Todd teases.

"Erica and pepperoni? Heaven," Marty chuckles, heading out and closing the door behind him, leaving you alone with the two guys.

"So, who did you get for Secret Santa?" Todd asks, and you glance at him, suddenly aware of how close your faces are.

"Wouldn’t that kind of ruin the surprise?" You reply, doing your best not to stare at his full lips and the dimples that appear when he smiles.

"Good point," he nods, turning back to the game as Dave continues to pick between Barcelona and Real Madrid. "Hey, you want something to eat?"

"Not right now. Save me a slice," Dave responds, smiling as he picks Barcelona, and the game kicks off, passing the controller to Todd.

"I’ve never seen you with curly hair," Todd says, glancing at you briefly before turning his attention back to the screen. "It’s pretty. I actually think it looks better this way."

"Really?" You ask, feeling your cheeks flush. "Thanks, Todd."

As you watch the two guys play, you start to realize why they’re so ridiculously attractive. They’re gorgeous. Smooth, charming, and don’t even get you started on their voices. You could die to hear one of those deep moans in your ear. Whatever. You could handle both of them at once. You were here to have fun, so why not just go for it?

"Why don’t we play something to get to know each other better?" Todd suddenly suggests, setting the controller down and turning his full attention to you.

"Sure. Sounds fun," you agree, flashing him a smile.

Dave sets his controller down and stands up, moving to the couch. Todd scoots over to make space for him, leaving you in the middle. He glances at you and adjusts his glasses, clearly a little nervous.

"What kind of game?" he asks, focusing on Todd, who pulls out his phone and shows you a website.

"Each person asks a question from the site," Todd explains. "But!" He pauses, looking between you two. "You gotta pick a number from 1 to 69, because each question’s got a number."

"Cool. So we pick a number, the question pops up, and we answer," you say, nodding as you accept the idea, earning a smile from him. "Does the question go to both of us?"

"Yep. Everybody answers," he confirms.

"What happens if I don’t wanna answer?" Dave asks, looking a little uncertain.

Todd thinks about it for a moment, but you jump in first. "You get punished. We’ll decide the punishment on the spot."

"Exactly," Todd grins. "Alright, your turn, Dave. Pick a number."

"Six," Dave says, and the virtual wheel spins before landing on the question.

What was your last kiss like?

"Man, what kind of site is this?" Dave blurts out, his eyes widening in surprise, clearly not expecting such a question.

"It’s a fun site, now answer the question," Todd teases, his lips curling into a smirk as he leans back slightly, almost casually, but you can see the spark of amusement in his eyes.

"It was good," Dave says quickly, looking over at Todd, who rolls his eyes dramatically, clearly not impressed with the answer.

"Details, man. C’mon, don’t be vague," Todd pushes, raising an eyebrow as he leans forward, his posture open, but the slight tension in his shoulders shows that he's watching Dave closely. "Look, my last kiss was with Samantha. It was kinda weird though. She had this odd habit of tugging on my shirt. She was pretty, but... there was no chemistry."

"O-okay..." Dave mutters, his cheeks tinged pink as he looks down at his hands. "My last kiss was with Lily. She smelled amazing and, uh... taught me french kiss," he admits, almost shyly.

"Aww, that’s cute, Dave," you can’t help but say, your heart fluttering at how adorable he sounds. You can’t resist reaching over to pinch his cheeks, causing him to look at you in surprise. His expression softens, and you can see a slight blush creeping up his neck. "My last kiss was with Louis. He had no idea how to tease, just went straight for it, desperate for sex, you know. I got mad and stopped."

"That sucks," Todd says, his voice softer than before, as though he’s trying to comfort you. "Alright, my turn. 51," he says, grabbing his phone again. He glances at you quickly, and you catch the hint of a smile playing at the corner of his mouth.

"Are you seeing anyone?" The question pops up on the screen, and Todd answers almost immediately, his gaze locking with yours for a beat too long.

"No," Todd responds quickly, almost too quickly, before he pauses, as if considering something. He shifts in his seat, the subtle shift of his weight towards you betraying the fact that he's not entirely indifferent. "Although, I am interested in someone."

"I’m not dating anyone," you reply, keeping your tone light, your eyes flicking toward Dave, who looks away shyly when he realizes you're waiting for his answer. "What about you, Dave?"

"No," he says, his voice quiet and soft, and when you look up at him, you notice his eyes are lingering just a little longer on yours. There's a softness there, a touch of something he doesn't quite say aloud, but it’s in the way he looks at you.

"My turn. 32," you say, your voice suddenly a little breathier as your heart beats a little faster. You feel the heat of both of their eyes on you.The question flashes on the screen.

What's your type?

You freeze for a second, your gaze bouncing nervously between the two of them, before settling on Dave. His voice is low and slightly hesitant when he speaks. "I like... smart and cute girls..."

"Aw, that’s sweet," you smile, feeling a warm flutter in your chest. He’s so sincere, it makes your stomach do flips.

"And curly hair," he adds, almost shyly, his eyes scanning your hair as if he's studying it. "I really like curly hair..." His voice trails off, and he meets your eyes again, waiting for your reaction, the warmth in his expression almost overwhelming.

"Oh... me too," you say softly, a little caught off guard by how intense his gaze has become. You swallow nervously, your smile turning a little weaker, and you reluctantly shift your eyes back to Todd, feeling a bit flustered. "What about you?"

"Shy, funny, a little awkward, teasing, likes games, curly hair... and dark skin, sun kissed like" Todd says, his voice a little deeper now, and he bites his lower lip as he speaks.

His gaze drops down to your lips for just a second, then flicks back to your eyes. There’s a vulnerability there, something unspoken but clear. He just described you, and the thought makes your heart race a little faster. Was he talking about you? It feels like it, and you try to brush it off, but it's hard to ignore.

"What’s your type?" Dave asks, a little more confident now, but there’s a hesitation in his posture, a slight shift of his weight as he moves just a little closer to you. His eyes are so intense, you can feel them on you even when you try to look away.

"Nerds," you say, trying to keep it casual, but it’s clear you’ve piqued their interest. Their eyes are suddenly a little brighter, more focused on you than before. You feel a little self-conscious, but also strangely empowered by their attention.

"Alright, next question," Todd says, his voice still light, but there's a small twitch in his smile. He doesn't break eye contact with you for a second before quickly glancing at Dave. "Dave, pick a number."

"25," Dave responds, inching closer to Todd, and you feel your heart rate pick up when Todd leans in, his shoulder grazing yours. You instinctively lean back just a little, but it’s hard to ignore the way the air shifts, the closeness between all of you becoming suddenly much more palpable.

"What's the sexier part of me? What a question," Todd laughs, though his voice is slightly more strained than before. He looks over at Dave, who’s blushing now, his face bright red as he stumbles over his words. "You wanna answer that?"

"Uhmm... can we change the question?" Dave asks, voice cracking slightly, clearly embarrassed but also trying to hide his nervousness.

"Your lips," you blurt out, without thinking, and as soon as the words leave, you realize how bold they sound. You can feel the heat in your cheeks, but you don’t take them back. You meet his gaze, and his eyes darken by a few shades, locking onto you with an intensity that makes you catch your breath.

He pauses for a long moment, his eyes shifting between your lips and your eyes. "I... I think your lips are... really nice too," he says, his voice soft, almost a whisper, as if afraid to make the moment too real. "More than nice, actually. I like how... they seem painted in different colors. It's so pretty."

"Wow, Dave." You blush, tugging a hair strand behind your ear. "That was like, my biggest insecurity for a long time."

"It shouldn't be." He comforted, smiling gently. "It's one of the prettiest things in you."

"Your eyes," Todd interrupts, his voice low and steady as he gently touches your face, his fingers brushing the side of your cheek. Todd’s gaze is intent now, his fingers lingering on his skin for a fraction too long, and you notice the way Todd’s gaze flicks toward Dave for a split second, as if seeking your reaction and his too.

"Wasn’t that for me?" Dave chuckles awkwardly, the laughter fades when Todd flicks his middle finger at him, giving him a playful little gesture, before focusing back on the game.

"My turn. I’ll pick number 8," Todd says, spinning the wheel again. He’s trying to maintain his usual easy-going demeanor, but there’s a slight tension in his posture, as though he’s waiting for your reaction. "I’m changing the question."

"That's not fair!" you exclaim, grabbing the phone from his hand, and then you freeze when you see the question.

What do you want to do with the person next to you?

"What you… want to…do?" Dave echoes, his eyes locked on yours, searching for something unspoken in your gaze.

“I guess it's what you want to do with the person now?" Todd repeats, his voice low, pulling your attention toward him. His eyes shine with a mixture of amusement and something deeper—something harder to define.

A silence settles between you all, the exchange of glances like walking through a minefield. You aren’t sure where to look—at Todd’s intense, dark eyes or Dave’s soft, blue ones. Both are captivating, dangerous in their own way.

"Punishment," Todd breaks the tension, leaning in slightly, his proximity making your breath hitch. "I don’t think I wanna to answer that question."

"Why?" you ask, your voice barely a whisper, as Todd’s thumb grazes your cheek, your noses almost brushing.

"Because I prefer to show it," he answers, his breath warm against your skin, a tantalizing closeness you can’t ignore. "And I’m going to be punished for it."

"What if you're not...?" you murmur, biting your lip nervously, and his eyes close for a brief moment, his pulse quickening as if your words have struck something inside him.

"I won’t be able to stop," he whispers back, his voice almost a groan of restraint. But just as the air thickens, he pulls away, his attention shifting, his awareness of Dave’s presence behind you palpable. Dave is bright red, taking every detail on that beautiful mind.

"15," you suggest, desperate to change the atmosphere a little, watching as Todd spins the wheel again, still caught in the lingering tension.

The question appears: If you could bite me, where would you bite?

Your heart races, the weight of the question hanging in the air. You turn your attention to Dave, feeling his eyes on you, studying you with a quiet intensity. Slowly, he leans toward your neck, his gaze flickering down, but he doesn’t speak. The heat of his breath sends a shiver down your spine.

"Punishment," he whispers, and then, without another word, he gently nibbles a small part of your neck, pulling back to study you. His eyes are filled with an expression you never expected from Dave—serious, daring, and a little too intense for your own comfort.

However, the moisture between your legs was already affecting your ability to think straight about what could happen if the people downstairs suddenly entered the party. You just wanted both of them. At the same time and now.

So, you approached Dave, looking at him through your eyelashes and nibbled on his lower lip, pulling it sensually and letting go looking straight into his blue orbs. Affected by the blood flowing down his body, Dave pulls you again, tangling his hands in your hair to engage you in a desperate, clumsy yet delicious kiss. Sweet. Moaning into the boy's lips when he touched his hands to your breasts, squeezing lightly.

Todd cleared his throat, and you reluctantly pulled away from Dave, adjusting yourself as you felt Todd's intense gaze on you. His chocolate eyes seemed even darker now, filled with something deeper. "Can I answer now?"

"Yeah," you reply, your breath a little uneven. You nervously swipe at the small trace left by Dave's lips, a lingering sensation that still stirs your thoughts.

Todd watches you carefully, his expression unreadable for a moment. Then, he leans in closer to your ear, his breath warm against your skin as he whispers softly. "Your nipple."

You purr with the answer and felt your body produce lubrication like crazy, as if you had never done that in your life. "Do you wanna show me?"

He laughs softly before getting closer to your lips and devouring them with a quick, intense, carnal kiss. Todd might not be as experienced, but he certainly made up for it with the way he devoured your lips with bites and hickeys down your neck and jaw and back to your mouth.

A little wet strand is shown when he breaks the kiss to move down with small kisses down your nipple already hardened, showing through the thin fabric of your bra. He looked at your face one last time as a question and you nodded, unable to speak due to the crazy intensity of the moment.

Todd reaches for the hem of your shirt, pulling it up and over your head. “Fuck.” He whispers when he sees your exposed skin covered by a simple bra, that he didn’t take off, just pulled it down to free your left breast, which made you shiver with the cold air touching them.

Laughing into your chest, he silences himself, grabbing it and sucking slowly, nibbling gently between his teeth, making your head fall back, leaning against the couch to enjoy the touch, where Dave wasted no time and kissed you fervently.

“Uhmm… Todd,” you moan when you feel his hand starting to trail squeezes in your inner thigh, getting closer to your soaked core. “Don't tease me, baby.”

“Please, say my name.” Dave whimpered, pouting his lips. "I mean... you're saying Todd's. I wanna hear mine too..."

“Oh, Dave. I can't hold myself when you do it.” You cooed, cupping his face with your right hand to kiss him once more while your left was busy ruffling Todd's hair, the boy already busy pressing the bulge on his jeans.

“Can I ask something crazy?” Todd lifted his head, you and Dave focused on him, dizzy by the moment. “What if we, you know… make out?”

“Damn, you're dirty, Todd.” You teased, leaning to bite his bottom lip again.

“You're the one between two guys here.” He shot back, pinching your nipple between his thumb and index. “I would say that you're the dirtiest of us both.”

"it'd be dirty if I said i want those guys inside me." You shot back and his only reaction was dropping his mouth, recovering for a second.

“You sure? How would we do this?” Dave inquired, his gaze on your beautiful dark nipples, where he cups on his hands with no hesitation, smiling when you mewl. “God, I'm in. I need to hear it more. Who will you choose first?”

“I can take you both.” You confess, biting your lip when they exchange looks before attacking your neck at the same time.

Dave’s sweet and passionate rhythm drives you crazy on your neck and breasts while Todd’s carnal and almost raw feels tucked his hand on your panties, caressing the aching wet clit while the other digged in the skin of your waist.

“Uhm… Todd…Dave… this is…so good.” You whine by the touch.

“Fuck, dude. I can't take it. Looks like porn,” Dave giggled, digging his fingers on your thigh to open your legs to them.

“Is it?” You tease, snaking your hands to press the on their bulges. Their hips move in unison against your hand, seeking more contact, all joining in an awkward, dirty, and lustful kiss.

“Boys, take off your clothes, I’m alone here.” You joke, and the two of them waste no time.

Todd pulls his raglan over his head, while Dave unbuttons his flannels, both of them lying awkwardly on the floor. A delicious view of bare chests, backs, and abs, delicious, masculine, yours. How could you choose? They’re perfect.

You get up from the bed, looking over your shoulder at the confused looks of the boys following you until you lie down on the bed and beckon them with your finger. They run, each to a different side of the bed. Dave to the left, Todd to the right. As you put your knee on the bed, you slap it.

“No, no pants.”

You command in a desirous tone, almost salivating when they undo their belts and unbutton their pants desperately, leaving them anywhere. Opening up to a wonderful view of underwear wet with pre-cum and a marked cock. Dave's gray boxers marked his entire large contour, Todd's black ones added an air of mystery that hid his entire enormous length.

“You too.” Dave murmurs, licking his lips in anticipation of your move.

“Why don't you come take them off, baby?” You offer, pressing your legs together to receive some relief from the teasing. He looks at Todd and obeys promptly, going around the bed to climb in the middle where you were, stopping on top of you.

Dave swallows hard, unzipping your skirt. You lift your hips to make it easier to remove, while he runs the fabric over your legs, ankles and finally, to the edge of the bed.

He licks his lips when he sees the soaked stain on your white panties, already transparent, from the wetness of your honey. “Can I… can I… lick it?”

“Sure, honey.” You nod, your chest aching with excitement for the next touch.

He looks you up and down before pushing the fabric down the same path as your skirt, opening his excited eyes to your dripping entrance. Dave leans over, supporting his body on his arms, positioning one of his knees on his strong shoulder. He lowers his head slowly, as if he still doesn’t believe it’s real. Proving the reality when his tongue traces a decisive path along your length, drawing a soft moan from your lips, which gave him the confidence to suck, lick and kiss your sensually affectionate intimacy.

You look at Todd who was forgotten in the corner, clutching his aching tent. “Come on, Todd. I want to… oh, fuck… make you feel good…”

He groaned, removing his boxers, showing off his thick member. You move your body to rest on your elbow, not letting go of Dave's touch. Todd sits next to you, positioning his body to make it easier for you to move against him, while you grab his cock with your hand, slowly jerking it off while licking the appetizing liquid from the tip.

“Fuck. You're so beautiful." He growls, alternating his gaze between Dave jerking off while you tremble beneath him and your mouth filled with his size. "Yes, keep going. It's so fucking good, princess."

He moves his hips, pushing deep into your throat and you roll your eyes, getting lost in how good that felt along with Dave's fingers entering you. He might be shy, but he certainly didn't waste time at this point.

You pull Todd's cock out to jerk it off, but he takes it from your hand and slaps it in your face, especially in your lips, smiling when you spit on it, wetting it even more as you take it in your hands again to put it in your mouth.

“Can I fuck your mouth?” Todd asks, already moving his hips, cursing when you nodded moaning, speeding up the movement until you choked on his tip in your throat.

Dave stands up and you feel the emptiness of his fingers, which was soon filled with the boy's long tasty cock. Dave could be bigger, but Todd was definitely thick and would have difficulty entering you. Which made you yearn even more to feel him stretching you. But your thoughts went far when Dave didn't wait long for you to get used to it and slowly thrust.

"Ugh, this is so good, so good." He whimpers, increasing the pace, grabbing your leg that was on his shoulder to dig his fingers in. "m can't take it, m gonna cum so fucking fast."

Your eyes were in the back of your head, you were in heaven. How he filled you, went deep and came back, broke you and rebuilt you, pulled and pushed. Your eyes filled with tears, whimpering pathetically beneath the two who were the reason for your madness.

"Dave, fuck. More, I want more!" You let go of Todd's cock only to scream and go back to sucking him, gagging. You shiver as you feel the familiar sensation of falling to your stomach. You then collapse into muffled moans and screams, shaking in his strong hands.

"You gag like a whore." Todd groans, fastening his path to fuck himself in your mouth. "My little slut likes to feel my cock? You're so dirty, wanting both."

"Shit, I'm going to cum." Dave announces, pulling out a second too soon, spurting his hot liquid all over the bed. "Sorry, m sorry, oh god."

Your moans become a mess, muffled by Todd's cock, which quickly fills your mouth with strands of his white thick cum.

“Calm down, sweetie. There’s a little more…” he adds breathing, as the last jets are deposited in your mouth, which made you swallow with a little resistance.

You open your mouth, checking that you swallowed all his seed, before licking your lips. “Oh shit, this is so exciting. You’re so hot.” He complains, biting his lips.

“You’re hot.” You praise, seeing the boy smile shyly. “It tastes delicious, Todd.”

Dave sits up, rolling onto his side, followed by Todd, who does the same with a playful grin. They both lean against the grass, eyes wide and breathless, their chests rising and falling dramatically. The three of you are still grinning like fools, drenched in sweat, with your hearts racing from all the fun and craziness.

“What the hell was that?” Dave asks, breaking the silence with a laugh that sounds almost like a mix of disbelief and joy. His voice is still breathless, and it makes everyone burst out laughing.

“We’re crazy!” You say through giggles, your face flushed and your eyes sparkling with excitement. You quickly kiss Dave, and then Todd, before pulling them both close into a hug. They both lean their heads against your chest, feeling the warmth of your embrace.

"Sorry for calling you slut." Todd apologized, pouting.

"That's okay, I liked it." You confess, giggling.

Dave wraps his arm around your back, pulling you in tightly, his grip almost childlike as if he's trying to hold onto the moment. But Todd, with a little more grace, shifts, resting your head on his shoulder. His fingers run lightly through your sweaty hair, trying to fix it as if it’s not already a mess.

“I don’t know how I’m gonna face you guys tomorrow. I feel so embarrassed,” you admit, your voice tinged with vulnerability, as if the weight of something uncertain presses down on you. You bite your lip and look down, your heartbeat still racing. "I'm usually not like this."

“Hey,” Todd says softly, his tone warm and reassuring, making you look up at him. His hand gently lifts your chin, and he meets your eyes. “Don’t be embarrassed. You like us, right?”

“Yeah…” you reply, your voice a little softer now, a shy smile tugging at your lips. You look at Todd, then at Dave, your heart racing in your chest. Dave leans in, giving you a tender kiss, his lips brushing yours with care, as if making sure you know how much he cares.

“We like you too,” Dave says, his voice a little more serious now, but still filled with affection. He sits up fully now, resting his chin in his hand as he looks at you. “We’ve liked you for a while, actually. We just, uh... rushed things a little bit…”

“And how we rushed,” you laugh, your voice a little teasing as you nudge Dave playfully with your shoulder. They both chuckle, clearly embarrassed but happy. “I like both of you, equally. I can’t choose. You both have a spot in my heart.”

“Truth be told,” Dave continues, his cheeks flushing slightly as he glances at Todd. “I like Todd too. Sorry.” He looks almost sheepish, scratching the back of his neck nervously.

“Aw, we’ve got ourselves a bisexual king here,” you joke, your laughter light and teasing as you reach out to kiss Dave’s forehead. You can’t help but smile at how adorable he looks when he gets flustered.

“Relax, man. I like you too. Just don’t expect too much from me, alright? I like pussy.” Todd teases, his grin wide and playful as he gives Dave a light shove. Dave rolls his eyes, a smile tugging at his lips.

“I’m not bisexual, I just…” Dave starts, his voice unsure as he looks from you to Todd, his face turning a deeper shade of red.

“Stop explaining yourself,” Todd interrupts, his voice full of mischief as he leans in to plant a quick kiss on Dave’s cheeks. Dave wipes it away with the back of his hand, his face turning bright red as he chuckles awkwardly at Todd’s laughter. But soon, all three of you are laughing together, the tension breaking and the moment feeling lighthearted again.

“I love you guys,” you confess, holding both of them close, your voice thick with emotion. You pull them into a hug, squeezing them tight. “But I think we should get ready, because it’s probably time for Secret Santa.”

“Shit, you’re right,” Dave says, his eyes widening as he jumps to his feet, wiping the sweat off his forehead and adjusting his clothes. He fixes his hair in a hurry, still laughing as he glances back at the two of you. “We better clean up, huh?”

Soon, you’re all downstairs, looking around the room. No one seems to have noticed that the three of you were missing; everyone is either too busy dancing or pairing up for the gift exchange. You smile as you say Erica’s name, handing her the chocolate package she’s been raving about.

“Save a little for me, babe.” Martin pouted, hugging the girl that just giggled and landed a piece on his tongue.

Todd draws Dave’s name, and you can’t help but laugh at how embarrassed Dave looks as he accepts the small superhero action figure with a shy grin.

“T-thank you, dude.” He cooed, hugging Todd, but he is faster and lift his body a little in the air.

“You're welcome, honey.” He winks, and Dave says all the insults of the world before going back to his spot.

Then, a girl named Katie hands Todd a Spider-Man comic, his face lighting up with genuine joy. It’s exactly what he wanted. You smile, happy to see him so excited. As the party winds down, you can’t help but feel overwhelmed with happiness. The night had turned out better than you ever imagined. Because, after everything, both Dave and Todd asked you to be their girlfriend. You came to the party hoping for one date, and somehow, you ended up with two. There’s no one luckier than you.

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spr1ngtweaks · 24 days ago

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If we had to annoy Harley Sawyer during late night work hours, we gotta annoy Dave Miller 🙏

I don't make the rules😔 Just enforce them 🫡

(pls pls pls give me more Dave content 🙏)

Once William (Dave) is comfortable enough around you to stop treating you like a mere nuisance, you gain the ultimate privilege—annoying the hell out of him just for fun. And if you’re just as cunning as him? Oh, it’s a battle of wits and petty vengeance. Here’s how you can drive him up the wall once he actually tolerates your presence:

1. Beat Him at His Own Game

William loves toying with people—subtle manipulation, clever wordplay, setting people up just to watch them react. But what if you do it back to him?

If he tries to trap you in a rhetorical trick, flip it on him.

If he leaves out crucial details in a story to mislead you, act like you believed him—then hit him with the real answer right as he starts feeling smug.

If he uses sarcasm to mock you, agree with him so sincerely it ruins the fun.

William: "Oh, brilliant, of course, let’s just waltz right into the most obvious danger like complete morons."

You: "You’re right! Let’s go first thing in the morning."

William: (...He hates that he has to clarify he wasn’t being serious.)

2. Ruin His Reputation as an Enigma

William thrives on being unreadable. He wants people to be unsure whether he’s amused or irritated, whether he’s lying or telling the truth. He enjoys keeping people on edge. You can take that away from him.

Make his reactions predictable.

Before he can say anything, say exactly what you know he was about to say, in his own tone of voice.

Pretend you can read his mind: "Oh, let me guess, you’re going to say ‘I told you so’ in about five seconds? Go on. I’ll wait."

Call him out whenever he’s obviously trying to be cryptic for no reason: "Just say what you mean, drama queen."

Make it public.

If he’s acting too cool and untouchable at work, loudly announce how he whines about small inconveniences in private.

If he tells you to keep a secret, dramatically whisper about it to him in front of others, making it look like you’re gossiping (even if you’re just whispering nonsense).

3. Mock His Fake American Accent (If He Uses One)

If he’s using a bad American accent to blend in as Dave Miller, this is your golden ticket.

Mimic his accent—but make it sound terrible on purpose.

Bonus points if you mix it with a Southern drawl just to mess with him.

Occasionally remind him that he sounds like a British guy trying too hard (even if he’s actually good at it).

"What’s wrong, ‘Dave’? Having a bit of a crisis with yer vowels?"

Call him out when he slips into his real accent.

"Oi, bruv, that didn't sound very Dave Miller of you."

He will try to deny it.

4. Be Too Casual with Him in Public

William likes maintaining a healthy level of intimidation. He prefers being seen as unpredictable and sharp, not as someone who can be casually teased. So, if you treat him too casually, he’ll hate it.

Pat him on the back like he’s just ‘one of the guys.’

Especially in front of people he’s trying to keep at arm’s length.

If he’s hunched over doing something serious, just ruffle his hair slightly.

Call him ridiculous nicknames.

Nothing cute—just dumb ones. "Big Willie," "Boss Man," "Billy Boy," or something weird like "Scary Grandpa."

If he reacts at all, you’ve already won.

5. Be Unshakable When He Tries to Get Under Your Skin

William lives for getting reactions out of people. If he insults you, mocks you, or tries to mess with you, he expects some kind of response.

Act like you misheard him.

"Sorry, what was that? Something about how I’m your absolute favorite?"

Casually agree with his insults.

"Yeah, I am a pain in the ass, thanks for noticing."

Watch as he pauses because now he doesn’t know where to take the conversation.

6. Make Him Realize You’ve Become His Problem Now

If he’s actually let you into his life, even begrudgingly, then he’s made a mistake. Now, you’re his responsibility, and that’s hilarious.

If something goes wrong at work, look at him expectantly like "Well? Fix it."

If someone’s being annoying, push the problem onto him like "Oh, ‘Dave’ loves handling this stuff. Right, boss?"

If he’s trying to be cold and distant, just remind him that he’s stuck with you.

"Face it, we’re a package deal now."

"Sorry, but you’re never getting rid of me."

Watch as his eye twitches. He knows you’re right.

7. Make Up Fake "William Lore" and Spread It Around

William/Dave hates when people act like they know him better than they do. So why not invent completely fake facts about him and say them with full confidence?

Tell new employees that "Dave used to be a magician but got banned for scaring the audience."

Randomly claim he has a deep-seated fear of ducks. (Make sure this gets around.)

If he ever refuses to confirm or deny something, take that as solid proof it’s true.

"Oh, so you’re NOT allergic to tangerines? Weird, because you looked nervous around them last week."

He’ll be stuck trying to argue against something that never happened.

8. Purposely Mispronounce His Name in Stupid Ways

"Davey Millhouse."

"Billiam Softon."

"Willy Aft."

If he corrects you, act offended. "Wow, I thought we were friends, Davey."

9. Give Him "Advice" Like He’s a Struggling Old Man

Even though he acts superior, William is a bit of a disaster in day-to-day life. Capitalize on this.

If he sighs, pat his back and say "Getting old, huh?"

Offer him reading glasses (even if he doesn’t need them).

Tell him to drink more water. Like, constantly.

"Gotta take care of your kidneys, man."

Buy him vitamins and call them his ‘senior supplements.’

10. Set His Phone to Something Embarrassing

If you ever get the chance, change his phone ringtone to something ridiculous.

The Duck Song.

Something that sounds violently happy, like the Barney theme song.

If he tries to change it back, act deeply disappointed. "I thought it suited you."

11. “Accidentally” Call Him Out at Work Meetings

If he’s sitting quietly in a meeting, just stare at him with fake concern. When he notices, lean over and whisper "You okay? You’ve been really quiet today."

When he’s barely trying to behave, act like it’s a huge accomplishment. "Wow, Dave! You’re actually listening? Proud of you, buddy."

If he glares at you, just nod approvingly like he passed a test.

12. Subtly Move His Things Out of Reach

If he’s sitting down, push his coffee just slightly out of reach and watch him calculate whether it’s worth standing up.

If he’s using a clipboard or papers, rotate them by 10 degrees every time he looks away.

If he has a locker or desk, tape a sign to it that says "Senior Citizen Discount Available."

13. Pretend to “Diagnose” His Mood Like a Mechanic

Every time he shows the slightest emotion, comment on it like you’re diagnosing a machine.

"Hmm, the old crankshaft’s acting up today, huh?"

"Oh, there it is—the classic Dave Miller ‘I hate everything’ face. Been a while!"

"Careful, buddy. If you smile too hard, you might overheat."

14. Insist He Has a Catchphrase (Even Though He Doesn’t)

Whenever he says something remotely sarcastic, elbow someone next to you and say "Classic Dave! Always saying that!"

Convince people that his real catchphrase is something incredibly dumb like "Bingo, baby!"

If he tells you to shut up, just grin. "Aww, there it is again! Love that one."

15. Challenge Him to a Game He Doesn’t Know, Then Gloat About Winning

Pick the most obscure, stupid game possible. (Like a made-up card game only you know the rules to.)

Beat him mercilessly. Then act like it was an easy win.

If he gets frustrated, act sympathetic. "Aw, you’ll get better with practice, old man!"

16. Act Like You Can “Read” His Expressions Perfectly (Even When You’re Wrong)

William is hard to read on purpose. He likes keeping his face neutral. So naturally, you should pretend you can read him like an open book.

If he’s completely stone-faced, just nod wisely and say "Yeah, I know exactly what you’re thinking."

When he looks confused, wink like he’s trying to keep a secret. "Don’t worry, your secret’s safe with me."

If he ever asks what you think he’s thinking, just sigh and say "You wouldn’t understand."

If you’re just as cunning as William, then annoying him becomes an art form. It’s not about frustrating him to the point of actual anger—it’s about messing with him in small, petty ways that he can’t call you out on without looking ridiculous.

At the end of the day, he’ll probably smirk through it, maybe even secretly enjoy the challenge. But that doesn't mean he won’t try to get revenge.

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astermath · 2 years ago

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take a break.

pairing: dave lizewski x fem!reader

summary: dave has been overdoing the kickass activities, and you’re worried every other night could be his last. he tries to comfort you and tell you he’ll be okay. you’re not sure you believe him.

word count: 1.1K

tags: established relationship, mentions of injuries, dave being a sweetheart and loving his gf more than anything ofc, college au, regular font below!

“You’re such an idiot, Dave.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

You sigh deeply. This is the third time in two weeks he’s come to your dorm window, badly hurt, asking for help.

And of course you help him. He’s your boyfriend, yes, but sometimes you get so upset at him always getting hurt that you want him to just learn a lesson already.

But he never does. So you keep helping him.

You love him. Like a painful amount, almost. You’d been together since high school, back when you found out about his vigilante persona. Now you’re in college together, and though you support his activities and what he stands for, you’re scared it could all go very south very quickly. It seems like any time he goes out to fight these days could be his last.

He winces when you clean the cut on his cheek with some antiseptic. Normally, you’d apologise, saying you just want to help. But you’re quiet. You feel troubled, and Dave can tell.

He feels more conflicted than ever. He’s feeling like he has to choose; between his principles, what he stands for, and the love of his life, his favourite girl. And that’s just something he can’t do.

Because he know he’ll choose you. And he’ll spend the rest of his life feeling regretful over the people he didn’t save.

“You’re mad, right?”

“No shit.”

“Right.” He pauses for a second. “Sorry.”

“Just—“ you hold out your hands and sigh deeply. “Stop apologising.”

“But,” he sits up straighter suddenly, “alright.” He bites back the urge to say sorry again.

Now you feel bad for being mad. Because you decided to keep being his girlfriend, even though you knew about his endeavours. You knew of the risks, of everything he stood for, and you accepted it. Because you love him. So, so much. You even took on being his personal nurse, treating his injuries whenever he needed it. But lately it’s been too much for your poor heart to handle.

It’s one thing to know your boyfriend is out there fighting dangerous criminals at night.

It’s another to see him in the aftermath of it, on the brink of consciousness at your window.

“You know I wouldn’t ask you to stop.” Your words make him look back up, searching for your eyes even though you’re avoiding his gaze. His heart aches for it, the way you look at him. But he can tell by how shaky your voice is that you’re already on the brink of crying.

“I know.” He responds. He’s quiet, he doesn’t want to make you feel like you have to say anything.

“It’s just— Dave, this is… This is a lot. You’ve been overdoing it.” You finally look up, and though he’s happy to see your pretty face, his heart breaks at the sight of your teary eyes. Of course he’s seen you cry before, hell, pretty much every time you watch a movie together you cry. But now it’s because of him. And he doesn’t know what to do this time.

“It’s just— crime’s been ramping up lately, baby. And someone has to do something about it.” He knows what you’re about to say. That it’s not his responsibility, at least not alone. That he shouldn’t feel like it’s his sole duty to keep people safe. And you know that he knows you’re going to say that. So you keep quiet.

“But why does it have to be you?” Your voice sounds shaky, like it’s going to break if you talk too loud.

“Because, if not me, then who else? I mean seriously, I can’t just have you out there in a world this dangerous. What if something happens to you?”

“How do you think I feel? What if something happens to you, Dave? Then what? What if I lose the person closest to me because he’s too stubborn to take a break?”

He doesn’t know how to reply to that. Because he knows you’re right. You’ve been in the right from the start, his sense of purpose is just too connected to his persona. To Kickass.

“I’m sorry,” he reaches out for your hands, and you don’t pull away this time. They’re rough, calloused, but you’ve grown so accustomed to them. They’re warm, big, familiar. They’re Dave.

To his surprise, you lean into him, your head resting against his chest. Hesitantly, he wraps his arms around you, his hand running up and down your spine in an attempt to soothe you. You’re tired too. Not only are you basically his personal nurse, but you’re also a full time college student. Dave is too. And he’d be failing if it wasn’t for you taking extra notes for him.

“I don’t know how much more Kickass my heart can take right now…”

“I get that. Ill, uhm… I’ll take a break. I promise.”

“Are you sure?” You look up at him. You’re giving him those puppy eyes that he can’t resist, whether you’re trying to or not. Maybe he’s just that weak for you.

“Yeah. Yeah, I’m sure.” He presses a kiss to your forehead. “And I’ll take you out on a date soon. A real date, like in those movies you like to watch.”

“Will you get me flowers too?”

“Don’t spoil your own surprise now.”

You giggle, and the sound of it nearly makes him forget about all his injuries.

The two of you sit quietly for a moment, simply enjoying each other’s embrace. Now that you think about it, it’s been a while since you’ve been together like this. The silence isn’t uncomfortable, it gives you time to breathe, to think. To let everything sink in.

“You know I’d never ask you to quit being Kickass, but… One day, you’re gonna have to put it to rest baby.”

“I know.” he sighs. “I’m getting more used to being Dave though. Or— liking being Dave.” He presses a kiss to your cheek. “You’ve been making that a lot easier.”

“Yeah. I mean Kickass is cool and all, really cool, but I prefer Dave.” You peck his lips, trying to pull away right after, but he doesn’t let you. He captures your lips once more, melting into the kiss and cradling your face gently.

“Thank you.”

“For what?” You smile against his lips.

“For liking Dave. He appreciates it.”

“Yeah, well… Tell him I don’t just like him, I love him.”

“He loves you too.” His face is graced by a love drunk smile. How can someone just be so lovely?

“And Kickass is alright too I guess.”

To that, he laughs, though it hurts his ribs a bit. He definitely bruised them, for sure.

Or maybe it’s the overwhelming love swelling in his chest.

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pimosworld · 1 year ago

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The ties that bind

Pairing- Dave York x f!reader x Frankie Morales

Series Summary-Dave is a private investigator who tracks down soulmates. He's tasked to find Frankie's, but what happens when he finds you and wants you all to himself?

CW-18+,MDNI, NSFW, Smut,Fluff, shameless flirting, sexual tension, MMF dynamics, MM flirting, oral (f) receiving, unprotected piv, cream pie, aftercare

WC-5.9k

A/N- I’m sorry I made you guys wait so long for this but I promise it was worth it. We just have a few chapters left before I say goodbye to these three and I’m glad they finally figured it out.

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Chapter VI

“I know you’ve explained it already but repeat it back to me.” You bite your fingernails as you pace in front of the couch.

“Honey I can explain it to you a thousand times, you’re still going to have to hear it from them.” Alicia says after her attempt at calming you down. The story Santi told her sounded so far-fetched you didn’t believe it at first and then you needed to hear it again to be sure.

“I just find it hard to believe they would go through such great lengths for me.” You narrowly miss the pillow she throws at your head from her spot on the couch.

“I told you about talking down on yourself.” She points a finger at you. “You’re a fucking catch and you have the upper hand so talk to them and see where it goes.”

****

It sounds easy enough but you weren’t even sure where to begin. You’re just glad your current predicament didn’t seem to be affecting Alicia and Santiago’s relationship. You loved seeing her so happy and told her not to worry about you. You had plenty of time to think since you spent most nights alone while he whisked her off on dates.

You were taking your sweet time responding to Dave and Frankie wanting them to squirm a little after what they put you through. You did appreciate their persistence. The daily good morning texts even with no response from you. Flowers overflowing your apartment and the record store. Your boss had stopped by on a rare occasion and raved about how you’d been decorating the place. You wanted to turn down the money he left knowing how expensive flowers were and you didn’t have it in you to even begin to explain where they all came from.

After a week and a half they were slowly wearing you down. Frankie sent you his attempt at a selfie while he was in the helicopter in his aviators. He cut off half his face but it still had you weak in the knees.

Frankie: image

Frankie: just in case you forgot what i look like

You wanted to respond so badly but you opted to just like the photo.

Dave:image

Dave: thinking of you

The extreme close up of the hummingbird practically brought tears to your eyes, but that could also be your hormones. You can see the vibrant colors on its back and the blur of its wings as it feeds from a petunia in the park.

It was inevitable that you were going to cave, but you wanted it to be on your terms. Over the course of the next week you spoke to both of them separately. You called them and heard both of their stories…the truth this time. As bizarre as the whole thing sounded you were relieved when their explanation matched up and you could tell they were being genuine. You’ve never heard two men apologize so much in your life.

Dave had to return home for a few days and Frankie was busy with work so you decided to meet at the end of the week to all talk in person about what you were going to do going forward.

****

“You’re gonna be late if you keep fussing with it.” Alicia says perched on your dresser as you fidget with the little black dress she let you borrow. As uncomfortable as it was in the beginning, wearing her clothes always brought out another side of you.

“I’m just taking a page out of your book.” You point at her in the mirror. “Fashionably late…plus I want them to squirm a little.”

She stares at you with an incredulous look on her face. “What have I done to you?”

In all honesty she’s given you a boost of confidence that you sorely needed over the years of your friendship. You’ve learned to ask for the things you want and not take no for an answer. You’d spent years being told you weren’t good enough or didn’t fit the part by your step mom and your ex and ultimately the rejection from your dad had you really believing those things were true.

Anyone else may have grown tired of constantly reminding you that you deserve to take up space. She never did and would be there every step of the way to prove it to you time and time again.

You suppose that’s why she’s such a good fit for Santi. He needed someone to be his match, to challenge him when no one else would. To show him what it was like to laugh again and enjoy the little things.

You put the finishing touches on your makeup as she hops down from the dresser. “You call me either way.”

“Of course.” You wave your phone in front of her face as she crosses her arms.

“Just know I’m extremely jealous of you right now.” She trails behind you as you make your way to the front door a little wobbly in your heels.

“Nothing to be jealous of…this could all crash and burn in my face.” A sudden wave of fear waves over you at the prospect but you shove that down.

“I highly doubt that hon.” She spins you once and places a kiss on your forehead. “Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” She’s leaning precariously in the doorway as you step out into the hallway.

“Would you do this?” You ask sheepishly.

“In a heartbeat.” The door shuts in your face and you’re left in the quiet. Only the sound of your heels clicking on the ground echo as you head to the elevator.

****

“If you’re gonna keep fussing with your tie you might as well not wear one.” Dave says as Frankie pulls uncomfortably at the collar of his dress shirt.

They’re sitting in the lounge where you all agreed to meet to discuss things and Frankie hasn’t been this nervous since his pilots exam. Dave is the picture of calm as he relaxes back in the blue crushed velvet seat.

“Where am I gonna put it?” Frankie aggressively rips the tie from his neck.

“Put it in your pocket or something.” Dave bites out as he leans forward to take a sip of his drink.

The two of them probably look ridiculous sitting here bickering. It’s been an uncomfortable few minutes since they finished their conversation about how the night could go.

Frankie was preparing for you to tell him that you would need to think things over for awhile since they lied to you initially and he didn’t come to you genuinely and say who he was from the beginning.

Dave was prepared for you to tell him that you were obviously going to choose your soulmate and that he was a creep for leading you on and basically stalking you in the process. He seems calm on the outside but inside he’s cursing the thought of returning to his lonely life of helping others find what he so desperately missed.

Frankie leans forward as he glances at his watch. “We said seven right? It’s been a little while.” He wrings his hands together nervously. “What if she doesn’t show?”

Dave swirls the glass in his hand as he looks over at Frankie. “Relax…she’ll be here.”

They both turn their heads as the sound of heels on marble floors sound in the room.

****

It’s serendipitous walking into the hotel lounge where weeks ago you and Alicia tried and failed at finding love. The very same lounge where you both decided that this was it and you were probably going to end up marrying each other and riding off into the sunset.

You see them before they see you.

Dave is sitting back in the chair, legs spread wide with a glass of amber liquid twirling in his hand. He’s wearing a fitted black suit with his hair combed back. Frankie looks about as nervous as you feel as he leans forward muttering something to Dave. You can’t hear his reply but he looks unbothered. He’s ditched his signature cap and his loose brown curls are styled somewhat to frame his face. He’s got on black slacks and his white dress shirt is unbuttoned a little so you can see a sliver of his tan chest peeking out. If you were a weaker woman you’d forgo any conversation and ask for Dave’s room key right now.

It’s the click.click.click of your heels that brings their attention to you as you approach the table.

****

“Holy shit.” Dave speaks first and for all his practiced effort to keep it cool his resolve quickly crumbles as he sees you approach wearing something entirely not you but such a welcome surprise.

He would tell Frankie to close his mouth if his wasn’t hanging agape at the short silk, black dress. The barely there straps that he could break with his teeth and the front plunging low enough to see your sternum.

You’re standing there expectantly and he quickly realizes neither have them have spoken a word since you waltzed up to them.

Just as Frankie is about to speak a waiter appears at your side. “Excuse me miss, would you like something to drink?” His eyes linger over you a second too long Dave’s nostrils flare in annoyance.

“Gin and tonic with lime please.” You say politely as you sit in the open seat in front of them. Doing your best to cross your ankles to not give them a view you’re not ready for. The dress rides up your thighs as you sit on the soft velvet seat and Frankie’s eyes flit briefly to them as he clears his throat and adjusts in his seat.

You’ve barely said a word and you’ve got both men wrapped around your finger. You’re completely unaware of the predicament you’ve been in since your little stunt at the country bar and this is only making it worse.

“So I suppose you both have some things to say before I tell you my thoughts.” There’s a slight air of confidence to your tone as you survey both men.

Frankie glances at Dave before clearing his throat. “Listen, I'm sure you’re sick of hearing our apologies.” You nod once before letting him continue. “I still have to say I’m sorry for lying to you. I wrongly assumed you would just toss Dave aside.”

“Thanks.” Dave responds dryly and you have to suppress your laugh. It’s obvious they’ve formed some sort of connection that hopefully plays into your favor.

The waiter returns with your drink trying to gauge whatever interaction is playing out in front of him. You all awkwardly wait until he’s out of ear shot to continue.

“Anyways…everything else I told you was the truth. Including the fact that I think I’m falling in love with you.” The last part is rushed out as your eyes go wide. A small part of you thought you might be moving too fast, but the feelings you were developing for both of them were hard to deny.

Frankie wishes the floor would swallow him up whole right now. His practiced speech went out the window when he saw you walk in the room.

You take a sip of your drink and direct your attention to Dave.

“I don’t regret what I did.” Dave states matter of factly as Frankie brings his head up from staring at the floor. Of all the things you expected him to say it certainly wasn’t that. “If I could do it all over again the only thing I would do differently is tell you who I was as soon as Frankie met you.” His voice is low as he leans in a little closer. “Even if you never want to speak to me again, I’m glad I did all those things for you and I never lied when I said I care about you a lot. So much that it scares me.”

You finish the rest of your drink and sit back in your seat. This is really starting to feel like an episode of the bachelor and if they don’t accept your proposal you suppose more than one person is going to get hurt.

“Well…” You fidget with your hands momentarily as your voice shakes a little. “I appreciate your honesty…even if it’s a little late. I’m relieved to know that you feel the same way about me that I feel about you.”

Frankie feels like he can breathe a sigh of relief that he didn’t just make a complete fool of himself.

“I’m not choosing.” You say with finality and Dave raises an eyebrow at you from across the table. “I don’t think I should have to after what you two put me through. So if you want out, now is your chance.”

****

You’re all three or four drinks deep, now the only ones in the hotel lounge. You’ve been swapping horrible dating stories and they’ve been swapping some more classified stories that you don’t care to remember for fear of your personal safety. These two unassuming and charming men have seen some things in their lifetime that you would never have imagined. It’s thrilling in a way to know how dangerous they are but when it comes to you they’re inculpable.

Neither one budged when you told them you weren’t going to choose and now that you’re sitting here a little more comfortable sharing the loveseat with Frankie as Dave relaxes back in the chair next to you it almost seems like this is how it was supposed to be.

Frankie’s strong hands rub small circles along the exposed part of your thigh. “So he calls you hummingbird?”

“That was our secret.” You say playfully to Dave as he brushes his fingers along your knuckles.

“Well, you share the tattoo with Francisco so I figured I should tell him.” He turns your hand over in his tracing the lines of the tattoo on your wrist.

“You don’t have to call me Francisco.” Frankie’s breath is hot on your neck as he’s moved a little closer to you.

“What if I want to?” Dave’s voice is anything but innocent as you watch a moment pass between him and Frankie.

This could work.

Frankie leans in whispering something as his lips brush your ear. He has to resist biting it as he sees the goosebumps raise on your skin at the close contact. Something in the air has shifted throughout the night and he’s done trying to overthink it.

“Who’s telling secrets now.” Dave grabs your foot that was trailing up his leg, your heels have been long discarded. His hands start to kneed and rub and you have to stifle a moan at how good it feels.

“I was just telling her what hummingbird means in Spanish…so we can have our own little name.” Frankie’s feeling bold as he kisses your neck. “Isn’t that right?”

You’re not sure if it’s the alcohol or the sensation of both of their hands on you but a pleasant buzz is running through your body.

A throat clears behind you and you lean your head back against Frankie as you lock eyes with the waiter. He looks a little annoyed but straightens up Dave and Frankie put their attention on him.

“The lounge is closing for the night so-“

“Charge it to my room please. Dave York, Capri Penthouse suite.” Dave cuts him off and he’s gone before he could finish his sentence.

It’s quiet for a moment as you wait to see who’s going to speak first. You definitely don’t want the night to end yet but you have no idea where their heads are at. You exhale and look them dead in the eyes before you lose the courage to say what you’ve been wanting since they both walked into your lives.

“I want you both.” They nod at each other but you’re certain they don’t interpret your true meaning.

“We’re yours.” Dave says genuinely as he looks at Frankie.

“Tonight.” It’s not a question, more of a statement as they both look at you wide eyed. Frankie tenses behind you and Dave’s shocked expression has you a little worried. It’s bold and so unlike you, you’re sick of doing the predictable thing. You want them and they clearly want you so these are your terms.

Dave slides forward in his chair. “You’ve been drinking…” he whispers as if you’re not the only ones left in the lounge. “We don’t want to take advantage.” He emphasizes we….assuming Frankie feels the same and he nods at him.

“We’ve all been drinking… and I made up my mind last night.” You gather your purse in your hand and start to stand. “Unless you don’t want to and we can discuss this at a later…”

“No.” “No.” You have to chuckle at their sudden enthusiasm.

Frankie’s mind already starts to wander to all the things they could do to you. Things they could show you. All the ways he could make you come apart. Two hands are better than one and four hands….

It’s a little shocking to Dave that this scenario had never crossed his mind but it’s clear neither of them were about to let this opportunity pass them by, if even for one night.

“I’ll give you two a moment to talk, I need to make a phone call.” You walk just out of ear shot to call Alicia who is no doubt picking up on the first ring.

****

“I didn’t bring a change of clothes.” You can hear her sigh and probably shaking her head on the other end of the line.

“Clothes!…that’s what you’re worried about right now? I will bring you a change of clothes in the morning if you manage to pull this off.”

You’re standing at the edge of the lounge door, not wanting to turn around and see whatever heated conversation could be going on behind you.

“I’m mostly stalling, and mentally preparing myself to call a ride home in case they think this is crazy.” This is crazy right, how was this the next logical step in your brain. It all sounded right bouncing around in your head throughout the week and now your nerves seem to be getting the best of you.

“Deep breaths…I doubt anyone with two eyes would turn down and offer like this.” Alicia mumbles something incoherent on the other end but you can take a guess as to what she may have said.

You duck your head as some loud guests enter the lobby heading back to their room after a night on the town. You don’t know why you’re shying away, it’s not as if they could possibly know what’s going on behind you.

****

“You said this would go one of two ways.” Frankie says as he fidgets with the label on his empty beer.

“I know what I said…it’s just of course I didn’t expect…do you not want-“ Dave’s brief moment of clarity cuts through the sexual tension. Not even realizing what he’s asking of Frankie who’s already given up so much.

“No, of course I want this.” His voice is sure and it’s the first time he actually says out loud the thing he’s been thinking since that first day in the coffee shop when he met Dave. Nothing in his wildest dreams would’ve imagined him here in this exact scenario.

They’re both quiet for a moment, a little hesitant after admitting something that most men wouldn’t be brave enough to counter. It feels like that moment when you’re lucid and you don’t want to wake up because the dream is just too good. The lights in the lounge are perfectly dim casting a shadow along the walls. You’re standing there against the doorway, looking adorable and exposed in your shirt black dress and your heels haphazardly buckled because you didn’t want to walk barefoot away from the proposition you just dropped in their waiting laps.

“Have you ever?” Dave asks timidly no ridicule evident in his tone.

“Yes, but I didn’t care about them this way.” Once or twice when he was stationed overseas because Pope wrangled him into it, long before he was married. “I doubt she ever has.”

Dave surveys you for a moment as you chance a look over your shoulder. “There’s no need to rush this, if this isn’t going to be the only time. I think it’s fair if you take the lead.”

Frankie should be nervous or anxious at the prospect of your first time together being watched by Dave. There’s something else drumming below the surface as his voyeuristic tendencies start to rear their head. Frankie adjusts himself trying to hide his excitement as Dave’s eyes linger too long on him.

****

You’re glad you walked away to give you and them a moment to collect yourselves. You didn’t want to be present for any uncomfortable conversation if either of them decided this was just too much.

You can see it in their eyes as you approach, it’s clear what decision they’ve made.

“So boys…are we doing this?”

Frankie stands and takes your hand in his as Dave slides the room key out of his pocket. “Baby…we’re all yours.”

****

“You wore this to talk?” Dave’s fingers lift the strap of your lace bra as he slides down, brushing his thumb across your nipple through the soft fabric.

“What can I say? I like to be prepared.” You bite your lip as small goosebumps raise across your skin.

Frankie has to shake his head at the sentiment. The act you put on is not as innocent as he previously thought. Maybe your friend gave you a little push in the right direction.

He’ll have to thank her later when she doesn’t want to kill him.

Both of them standing in front of you, patiently waiting for your next move has you feeling a little exposed.

Dave can sense some hesitation from you, you’re staring anywhere but at them as your hand covers your stomach.

His hand cups your face, as he brushes his thumb across your jaw. “We don’t have to do this hummingbird.” You can see it in his eyes, how deeply he cares for you in that moment.

“No, I want to…it’s just. I’ve never done this before.” You gesture between the two men and laugh a little.

They both hold such serious faces then, not wanting to make a joke of your vulnerability. You are opening this part of yourself to both of them.

Dave leans in, his lips brushing yours as you melt into the kiss. He turns your jaw slightly and Frankie is at your side, his large palm replacing yours across your stomach and then caressing your hip.

His forehead meets yours for a moment, just breathing you in before he dives in for a kiss. It’s like shockwaves whenever you touch him, the feeling skates down your spine into your toes and you’re leaning into his touch.

Dave presses you impossibly closer, the growing bulge in his pants pressed against your back and the added pressure of his hand kneading your breast. You reach your hand back, reveling in the way Dave moans into your ear as you palm his cock through his jeans. The other hand tangled in Frankie’s hair as he pulls your bottom lip between his teeth.

“We’re gonna take real good care of you baby, aren’t we Dave?” His breath ghosts over your lips in a whisper.

Dave just hums in response, he’s letting Frankie take the control. He wants him to have this with you. He’s already been given the world, now's not the time to get greedy.

“Lay down on the bed.” Frankie hooks his finger around you, making quick work of your bra before he lets you go.

You haven’t been this exposed for anyone since your ex and he used to look at you in disgust, all the tattoos that weren’t his.

They’re staring at you now like a painting in a museum. It almost takes your breath away at the thought of him finally seeing his artwork adorned on the body meant solely for him.

“Jesus…you’re beautiful.” Frankie half whispers to himself as you sit on the edge of the bed, gesturing to their clothes.

They almost mirror each other as they strip their dress shirts and slacks. You’re practically salivating at the two of them stripped down to their matching black boxers and tan bodies. Dave looks over to Frankie and whistles and you can see the red flush creep up his neck. It’s a relief to know you weren’t the only one this nervous.

Frankie nods his head and Dave takes the spot behind you against the pillows. He crooks a finger at you to join him and you crawl over settling in the spot between his legs. You lay your body back against him and you can feel his hard cock through his boxers as he adjusts to get you more comfortable.

“We’ll go slow…this time.” Frankie says as he crawls on the bed, fitting his broad shoulders between your legs. His fingers hook into the lace of your panties as he slowly slides them down your legs. His eyes are dark as he sets them on his prize and you swear you see him lick his lips.

Your ex would go down on you occasionally but you could tell he was unsure of himself and so you never really could enjoy it.

Frankie takes his time as he kisses at your stomach and nips at your thigh. Dave’s strong hands knead your breast and you giggle a little as he whispers in your ear that he knows you’re ticklish. The laughter dies in your throat as Frankie licks a stripe through your slit. His groan reverberates through you as you let out a soft whimper. Your senses are on overdrive as Dave’s hands work your body and Frankie’s mouth devours you whole.

Frankie doesn’t care that he has to share with the way you’re looking at him and the sweet noises you’re making he thinks he’s died and gone to heaven. You cry out his name as your hands tug on his curls. He’ll do anything to have you say his name a thousand times over while his face is buried between your thighs. “Fuck…Frankie I’m gonna come.” You pant out between breaths.

“Come for me hermosa, I want to hear you.” He dips two fingers into your pussy as his tongue works circles around your clit.

Dave’s not sure how he thought tonight would go. He hoped you would forgive them both and maybe find a way for everyone to get what they want. He didn’t expect to have you splayed out in front of him while Frankie takes you apart.

He’s always thought himself confident in the bedroom but he may have to ask Frankie what exactly he’s doing to elicit these noises. His cock twitches at every moan and whimper as you squirm against him.

You arch your back into him and whine, he can tell you’re close the way your whole body shakes.

“I’ve got you baby, you can let go.”

It has to be Dave in your ear because Frankie hasn’t come up for air. You can feel the coil tighten inside as your fingers grip his hair. He growls as you pull him closer.

He’s missed this feeling, the craving for someone so bad you can feel it in your gut.

He can taste it on his tongue, the moment you break and cry out his name. Your voice is hoarse and he’s barely had his fill of you.

He looks up from between your thighs and locks eyes with Dave. Your chest is heaving as he holds you close trying to calm your breathing. there isn’t an ounce of regret in the way he’s looking at you both. Like this is exactly what’s been missing from his life.

Frankie rubs his hands down your body, slowly bringing you back to him. He kisses that crease of soft skin before he raises up and captures your lips in his, letting you taste yourself on his tongue. “Don’t you taste so good?” He rasps against your lips.

“Mhm.” Is all you can manage as Frankie squeezes your thigh, dimpling your skin between his fingers.

“I think Dave wants a taste.” Frankie nudges you back as Dave moves down beside you.

You can feel Frankie take the spot on the other side as Dave takes your chin between his thumb and forefinger. Gently holding you there while you catch your breath. When he presses his lips to yours it’s softer than you would imagine. The hard set line of his jaw and his intense stare don’t let on to the tender touch of his hand.

His hand drifts from your chin to cup the back of your head further deepening the kiss as you both moan at the sensation. He’s achingly hard against your stomach as he rolls his hips into you, pulling you impossibly closer.

You reach down and palm him through his boxers but he carefully grabs your hand pulling it up to his lips, placing a kiss to your palm. “Not tonight hummingbird.” You tense up at the slight rejection but he’s quick to assure you. “You’ve already made me the happiest man alive, I can be patient and wait my turn.” He looks over your shoulder to Frankie with some unspoken words as they effortlessly roll you to face him.

Frankie’s hair is a wild mess as you reach over and run your fingers through it. “Sorry about this.”

Dave laughs as he presses his lips to your shoulder. “I don’t know, I kinda like it.”

If there was a competition on who could make Frankie blush, Dave would be winning by a landslide.

Frankie suddenly looks a little shy. “We can stop now, if you want too.”

“No Frankie…I need you.” You surge forward and kiss him as you feel two fingers dip into your entrance. A small gasp leaves your lips as Dave works your open. Frankie’s pulling his boxers down in one swift movement as you try not to balk at the sheer size of him.

“I’m gonna go slow okay?” His breath fans across your face as you nod. Dave groans behind you as he pulls his fingers out dragging them slowly up and circling your clit. You whine and drop your head back on his shoulder as he lifts your leg over Frankie’s hip.

You only let the two of them talk briefly about tonight and yet it’s like they’ve mapped it out for weeks. They have the blueprint to your body’s every need and they work together like they’ve studied you for years. You’re not afraid to call it what it is anymore…it feels even more than love to you the way you all fit within each other. Dave at your back and Frankie at your front, looking at you with those puppy dog eyes like you’re the only thing keeping him tethered to this world.

Frankie reaches between you to grip his cock, sliding the tip between your lips as you shudder. He pushes in slowly, experimentally rolling his hips as you grip his shoulders. Dave is nearly silent behind you as he places his hand along your abdomen, feeling the way you breathe. You grit your teeth at the slight pain that gives way to pleasure as he buries himself to the hilt. You wait there a moment, your foreheads pressed together as he tries to catch his breath.

“Frankie please…” A stray tear rolls down your face as the sensation takes over your body. The feeling of Frankie’s cock inside you has you clenching around him.

“Fuck me…” Frankie hisses and Dave has to chuckle at the sentiment of you fucking him. “You’re so tight baby.”

Frankie starts a slow agonizing pace and you can feel every ridge and vein as he drags his cock in and out, his eyes flit down to where you’re connected so he can watch the way your pussy takes him so well. He’s not going to last the way you feel right now and the way Dave’s looking at him. You bury your head into his neck, crying out his name as he picks up the pace, his grip tightens on your hips as Dave squeezes your stomach making Frankie jerk his head up to him.

He can feel him and he knows it, your legs pull him in further as you match his thrusts and he finally locks eyes with Dave. He can see it in his eyes and he hopes he’s not wrong as Frankie leans in kissing him feverishly. He’s dizzy with the scent of you and Dave on his tongue.

“Oh fuck Frankie.” You’re shaking as you whine into his neck.

“You gonna come for me?” Dave’s voice cuts through the moans and sharp breaths and Frankie doesn’t know who he means but he’s dangerously close.

Dave’s hand trails down from your stomach to rub your clit, his hand is pressed between your bodies and Frankie bites down on his lip to keep from coming right then, he wants to wait for you. He has too.

It’s delirium having them all over you, inside you. You open your mouth as a silent scream leaves it, Frankie’s lips are on yours breathing it in as you come apart in his arms. You can feel his hips stuttering as Dave grips his arm. “Mierda, díme.”

“English Francisco.” Dave grits out behind you.

“Come inside me please…” Frankie groans as he pulses hot ropes of cum inside your pussy as you flutter with the aftershocks. You can feel a warm wet spot on your back as you cling to Frankie, his cock still pulsing inside you as you whimper at the overstimulation.

It takes you all a minute to come down from your high and Dave rolls out of the king size bed to the en-suite bathroom. Frankie’s kissing your sweat soaked forehead as you rub circles on his back, still tangled up in him.

“Okay lovebirds, I need to clean you up.” Dave says as he dips onto the side of the bed, wiping your back carefully with a warm washcloth. You glance at him over your shoulder as he blushes. “Not a word.” You laugh and mock zipping your lips.

There’s a moment after he’s done where you’re unsure where to go from here. You can tell Frankie feels the same as he sits on the edge of the bed.

Dave clears his throat as he takes his spot on the other side of you. “Generally speaking people sleep under the covers.” He pulls them back as you and Frankie deflate, his relieved smile etched across his face. It feels right between them, maybe a little hot at the moment but you know it’s where you’re supposed to be.

You nestle in between the two of them as your eyes start to drift off to sleep.

“Hermosa?” Frankie’s sleepy voice sounds from behind you. “You speak Spanish?”

“In a pinch.”

Dave snorts into the pillow as you both burst out into laughter. Ya this feels right

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fell harder pt. 3

skeet ulrich x fem!reader

a/n: i js wanted to make a skeet gif but i ended up watching the full panel from fanx cause i love jamie and skeet sm. anyways have fun! 😁

warnings: swearing, fluff, not proofread.

it’s 6:20 pm, you’re in the living room waiting and dave’s still not here to pick you up for dinner. you’re starting to get anxious again, thinking about how would everyone there react if you showed up late. someone’s first impression really matters, you think.

you take your phone out of your purse to check possibly a dave’s new message, and there really is one

“I’m really sorry y/n, but I won’t be able to pick you up! I’ve got some familly stuff going on here and if I’m lucky, I’m going to be late for dinner. I may call you an uber, how about that?” 6:17 pm

“shit” you mumbled, and continued “i was really excited for the first meeting people inside a car idea”

you start typing.

“oh it’s alright dave dw about it! i hope you’re okay!” 6:20 pm

“poor dave” you say out loud, talking to yourself genuinely worried about the guy. you know damn well how it is when you have issues with your family, especially your dad. you were often arguing with him, because- whatever, you don’t even want to think about it.

you sit there for a minute or more thinking about what you’re going to do now. you’r really not in the mood for driving, and you have this paranoia that if you drive when you don’t want to you’ll get in a car accident.

“i guess imma go call an uber or something.”

“hell no, did i really uninstall uber? when did i do that?” you ask yourself, in a frustration tone. you open the app store quickly and when you’re about to look for the app you get a message.

“Howdy 👋” 6:22 pm

an unknown contact.

“howdy? who says that?” you think, giggling to yourself.

you start typing a response, once again

“hello, who is that?” 6:22 pm

“Tom Cruise, babe!!!” 6:23 pm

you think to yourself for a second. of course that’s not tom cruise, but you decide to joke along

“omg tom cruise i love you so much can you give me an autograph?” 6:23 pm

“No” 6:23 pm

“why? ☹️” 6:24 pm

“Because I’m not Tom cruise.” 6:24 pm

“i had no clue” 6:24 pm

“seriously now, who is it?” 6:24 pm

“It’s Skeet, y/n” 6:25 pm

oh.

that makes a LOT of sense - skeet would definitely say “howdy”

you scratch your throat before sending another message. you laugh at yourself, it’s not like you were going to talk with your voice.

“oh hi skeet! what’s up?” 6:25 pm

“Just checking up on you. Dave told me you need a car ride, is that so? 🤨” 6:26 pm

oh if you didn’t like dave before, you definitely do now.

“yeah, actually i do need one!” 6:27 pm

“I don’t care 😂” 6:27 pm

“sir, you’re 53, stop acting sassy” 6:27 pm

“Haha, funny! I can pick you up, just send me the address.” 6:28 pm

“what if you’re going to kidnap me?” 6:28 pm

“You’re annoying. I wouldn’t kidnap you.” 6:28 pm

“ok mr. cool” 6:29 pm

you send him your address, exchange a few more messages and then wait for him.

you make your way to your room again. you’re bored and he’s probably going to take a while, so you decide to open youtube and watch any video you find.

“is youtube watching me?” you say, realizing that the first video that shows when you open the youtube app is called “Skeet Ulrich ‘Scream’ 12/6/98 - Bobbie Wygant Archive”.

you click on it, out of pure curiosity about the content. skeet ulrich’s new name is content.

“this man was always fine, it’s so unfair for the other guys” you say out loud as you watch the video.

when he laughs with his beautiful smile, you fold.

you stop your movements quickly, telling yourself “no. he’s 53, y/n, stop. that’s embarrassing”

you keep watching the video for a few more minutes, until you hear car noises.

you hear a honk sound followed by a “y/n, i’m here!”

you turn off your cellphone and check yourself in the mirror for a few moments one last time. you’re wearing a basic agua green tube dress. it was not short, but not too long too. it was right in point.

you grab your purse, getting out of your house to see skeet leaning on his car, waiting for you with a smile on his face.

“hey tom cruise” you greet him jokingly, walking to the car

“hello, fan! i can give you an autograph now”

“maybe later” you say as you stop to stand in front of his car and he opens the door for you. “such a gentleman” you say sarcastically as he closes and walks to get in the driver seat.

“you look amazing, y/n” skeet says, putting on his seat belt, with his eyes not leaving off of you.

“thanks tom. you look really good too” you say, putting on your seat belt too. “nice car”

“you like it, kid?” this nickname.

“yeah. it’s minimalistic, i like it”

“i can let you drive it some day.”

“really?”

“no” he says, laughing at his own response.

but you roll your eyes at his response.

you and skeet keep talking and singing to music until you get to the restaurant. it’s not a cheap place, but not expensive too - it’s perfect for hanging out

skeet waits for you get out of the car then he does too. he walks up to you and intertwines his arms with yours. you step in the place and you’re already listen to some pop music. you love food places with music going on, it’s so much more fun.

“have you met them before?” you ask skeet

“yes. they’re right there” he points to a table with 6 people, laughing between them.

you both walk up to the table, arms still intertwined. you let go and greet them

“hi, i’m y/n” you say, as you greet all of them individually with a handshake.

“hey how you doing man?” you hear skeet greeting one of them, just after you do too.

when you greet melissa, she starts

“i’m melissa!” she tells you, as if you’re not a big fan of hers already. “this is mason, this is jenna, this is jasmin, this is steve, this is james, this is caroline, this is madison, and this is michael.” she says, pointing to everyone as she speaks.

“sorry, can you say that again?” skeet asks melissa ironically, tilting his head.

everyone laughs.

“so… are you guys a couple?” jasmin asks you and skeet out of nowhere

“actually, we met yesterday” you answer her

“and you already giving her rides?” jasmin asks skeet, eyeing him now

jenna slaps the girl’s arm not too hard and you can hear a little “ow” leave her mouth.

“dave!” steve shouts when

“hey guys, i’m sorry i’m late” he says, walking up to the table’s direction.

he gives you a handshake “y/n, right?” he asks “mhm! and you’re dave”

“that’s right. and skeet!” he greets him with a handshake aswell. “it’s nice to see you both in person for the first time”

“is it better at home now?” you ask him, quietly

“it is. let me tell you what happened”

the night goes on.

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everything about this night was amazing: the food, the topics and how you guys literally talked about everything, the laughters, the music, and how everyone was so energetic and excited.

you’d love to hang out with them more often. but it’s past 10:30 pm and you’re a little… drunk. and when you drunk, the effects on you are different and you have no idea why.

first you get really sleepy and wants to sleep everywhere. and then, the alcohol actually hits you. you start saying what you shouldn’t say, confessing what you don’t wanna confess and it goes on.

“hey, y/n. let’s go home. wake up!”

“oo someone’s worried with their girl here” jasmin teases and everyone looks.

“c’mon, y/n.”

“that’s not going to work, mate. you gotta carry her” madison stated.

“hmm look who’s going to-”

“don’t even.” skeet cuts jasmin off before she teases him again, making everyone laugh, in a drunk way. he feels guilty of people thinking you’re with him because he’s so much older, but that doesn’t stop him from taking care of you right now.

#skeet ulrich #skeet ulrich fanfic #skeet ulrich x reader #skeet ulrich x y/n #skeet ulrich smut #skeet ulrich fluff #scream 6 #scream fanfic #scream 6 fanfic #scream #scream vi #skeet ulrich angst #ethan landry #ethan landry x reader #ethan landry smut #ethan landry fluff #fell harder

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meanmeanmeowth · 23 days ago

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Late Night Walks (David v. Erich)

“Do you really have to wear it out?”

David snorts at your question, his hand coming up to tilt his hat back. His other held your shoulder, your body tucked into his side as you walked along downtown Dallas. It was a Sunday night, the weather much more cooler without the sun bearing down on you. David was off this time around, having fought Friday night and scheduled Monday for a tag team match with Kevin.

Although his schedule was tight, hectic and unforgiving—he always had time for you. There was always a date night, always time in between where he’d round you up for a family lunch or stop by your house to simply sit and watch you work.

“Course I do,” he glances down at you, moving his free hand to stuff in his jean pocket. “You made it for me.”

“For the ring, Dave. Not to wear out.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, baby. Didn’t know you were my styli—ow, shit!” David jerked away, trying to pull himself from in between your fingers stuck at his side. He laughed right after, giving your shoulder an affectionate squeeze after your minor assault. "You're real mean to me."

"You tease me all the time."

"Cause I love you."

"All the time."

"I tease everyone!"

David managed to dodge your fingers this time, another laugh leaving him before he pulled you in even closer. Ducking down, he pressed a wet kiss against your cheek.

“It don’t bother you that much,” he shook you lightly. “You would’ve made a bigger fuss in the truck.”

“Y’know how dark it is?” You questioned, your arm sneaking around to wrap around his waist.

David chuckled in response, “not dark enough for that excuse. Are we lookin’ at the same thing? Look.”

Despite his words, you refused to look his way. So he shook you again, repeating a strings of, “look. Baby, look at me. I know you wanna look!”

Finally, you turn your head. He’s grinning down at you, the dumb expression softening your heart. He gestures to his black jacket, the material soft and sparking. You’d never say it aloud, but he looked good. Real good.

“What am I looking at, exactly?”

A groan slips past him, and you had to fight off a smile. It’s a battle you can’t win, so you turn to look the opposite direction in order to save yourself.

Alas, he’s too attentive for it to go unnoticed.

“I just think,” you begin, trying to distract from your stubborn nature, “it should be saved for the ring. You’re just asking to be noticed.”

“People are gonna notice no matter what I wear.” David countered smoothly. “It’s jus’ my life, sweetheart. Can’t do nothin’ to help it..”

As he trailed off, he took in the sight of you wrapped around him. There were times he found himself unable to pull himself from staring too long. And, God, when you looked up at him..

“Besides,” he continues. “I want to wear what you made me. It makes me feel…y’know. Good.”

“Good?” You repeat, quirking your brow up at him. There it was again—that dumb grin on his face.

“Real good.”

“Real good,” you copy, and he immediately catches on.

“That’s what I said.”

“Real good.”

A groan emits from David, and all he can do is jerk you around as you crossed the street. But he cant hold onto his annoyance, not with how you laugh out into the night air.

(a/n: testing new formats ‘cause i have so many photos saved. anyways—im working on two reqs and they’re getting longer…and longer…so i thought i’d post this to hold the fort! enjoy!)

#the iron claw #david von erich #david von erich x reader #iron claw fic #harris dickinson x reader #harris dickinson #von erich #the iron claw imagine #iron claw x reader #iron claw

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sillyteenagegirlinlovewithblocks · 10 months ago

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Misunderstandings

Pairing: Garroth Ro’Meave x reader.

Cw: hurt comfort. Misunderstandings. Mention of cheating.

Garroth is the sweetest boy you will ever meet. He's the type of person to help an old person cross the street or a hurt animal on the road and he's constantly helping others, especially in emotional ways.

Everyone leans on his shoulder for a cry or a hug, but won't do that for himself. He will hide his emotions and let them bottle cause he's so use to being the happy one. He feels like he can't let anyone down by his feelings. So when y/n did something wrong he would go silent.

“Garroth? “ y/n asks as she enters the bedroom door to their shared house but there is no response. Lately, things have been a little strained between them but y/n has no idea why.

“Garroth? She calls out to him again while walking through the house but this time she finds him lying on the couch.

“ garroth I've been looking all over for you” she speaks softly to him.

“ I'm sorry I didn't hear you, “ he says In a not-so-convincing way.

“ Garroth!.” she said once more and this time it made him turn her direction to face her.

“ what have I done!” She asked with a hint of worry very obviously. He signs and looks down like he’s trying to find the right words. While she waits for him to find the right words she gets anxious very anxious.

“Please look at me” she begged him in the quietest voice he’s ever heard from her which made him look up immediately. With tears forming in her eyes he knew he had to say something.

“ for the last few weeks you have been gone till 2 in the morning and lying to me” he Accused her. He looks more tired than upset. Quickly after he spoke her face changed from sadness to guilt.

“ garroth-“ she is cut off by garroth angrily saying.

“If you weren’t in love with me anymore you didn’t have to cheat, who was it? Dave from work? You told me I didn’t have to worry about him!”

“ You don’t! Listen to me “ she says walking closer to him but in retaliation, he stands up and backs away from her.

“Listen to me baby I swear it’s not like that just let me explain! “ she pleaded trying to walk his way but he wasn’t having that and ran up the stairs.

“ garroth it’s not what you think” she cried while chasing him up the stairs. Garroth locks himself in their bedroom leaving y/n outside the door.

“Garroth listen I’m not cheating on you please let me tell you will I’ve been gone!” She said. But there is silence on the other side of the door. Making y/n turn around and slide her back against the door till she's sitting on the floor.

“ I've been working night shifts at Nana's cafe for extra money. I needed the money to buy you that bracelet that you said you wanted really bad but could never buy it for yourself” she explained.

“ how am I supposed to trust your words when you were lying to me for who knows how long” he cried out. Y/n feels so terrible she never meant to cause him any pain.

“Baby please just look in my sock drawer you will find the bracelet and this note I wrote for you please” she pleaded for him to listen. After she stopped talking there was a moment of silence but the heavy footsteps walking towards a part of the room and a drawer opening. after there was silence again for a full minute that felt like an hour to her. Heavy footsteps and steps began getting closer until the door flew open and Garroth tackled her in a hug farther onto the ground the she already was while sobbing his eyes out on her shoulder.

“ I’m sorry sweet boy I never meant to make you feel like this” she whispers while her hands are wrapped around his neck and back of his head to gently run her hand through his hair, it always calms him down and she knew that. After a moment of him crying he sits up and holds her face with both hands to look her in the face.

“ I’m so sorry I’m sorry I was just so scared it was so scary thinking I was going to lose you” he confesses. Y/n looking at him with so much sympathy her eyes start to tear up too.

“ I know baby I know I’m sorry “ she apologizes while holding his cheeks to wipe his tears. After some loving sympathetic looks shares back and forth with each other y/n tries to lighten up the mood by saying

“ so you like the bracelet?” Garroth giggles at the icebreaker.

“ yes I love the bracelet and the note and especially you “he laughed while leaning in to give her a kiss.

#garroth ro'meave #aphmau #garroth ro'meave x reader #garrothpdh #mystreet garroth

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roxyteal · 11 months ago

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Honestly Idk what the point of this is, just belted this out over the course of a day. Also I know I've been slacking on the 🦈DENIED PROPAGANDA🦈 lately but hopefully I'll have more to share. Soon. Eventually. Gah. God I hope so.

It takes place between WTTW's ch 9 and 10 - Billy did get his ass kicked by Aldurra, but the Dave Gathering hasn't happened yet, stuff like that.

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NOISE RECOGNIZED: DAVE’S ALARM EXITING SLEEP MODE

Billy’s eyes opened, adjusting to the morning light. When he was able to focus, he saw Dave’s arm, streaking over him, trying to reach the alarm clock. And he couldn’t.

Just as planned. A method of helping him wake in the mornings. As well as, opting for the annoying, droning sounds as opposed to music, which just lulled him back to sleep more often than not.

After watching him struggle for half a minute (and deep down, was entertained by it, though Billy knew better than to admit as such), he finally heard his partner groan, “Ugh, Billy, I can’t-… Could you please…”

“Mm, sure, I got it.” Effortlessly, he shut it off. Almost immediately, he felt Dave’s arm fall across his chest, sighing.

“That’s better…” Oh no. Billy just realized - he gave in. He wasn’t supposed to. He had to salvage this.

“It is 6:31 AM,” He informed him, “We should get up.” He went to exit the bed, only to be encased in Dave’s arms. Somehow, despite the drowsiness, his grip was nearly unbreakable.

“Already…?” Came another groan, “Five more minutes?” He shouldn’t. He won’t allow it. It’s not going to happen

“Five minutes.” And yet, he gave in again. Billy was doing a terrible job at this.

But Dave just grinned sleepily and cuddled him. And within moments, drifted off.

6:36 AM. “Dave. We should get up,” He said again, having to lightly shake him, “It’s been five minutes.” Dave’s eyes snapped open, instinctively.

“I’m awake!” No he wasn’t, but the well-made robot played along, sitting up.

“Good. I’ll meet you in the kitchen,” He replied at first, but still couldn’t escape. It was nice to know that his cooler body temperature wasn’t a deterrent when it came to affection, but right now, it wasn’t helpful. Gently, he tried to pry Dave off of him. “Please, um. Let me go. … I would like some space.” He felt a bit guilty having to say that, for while it was true, it wasn’t for the expected reason.

But it worked. Dave released him immediately. “Ah, sorry, sorry. Okay. I’ll see you there.”

To show no harm done, Billy gave him a soft peck, of which Dave quickly returned. He saw his partner remain upright as he left to freshen up.

6:55 AM. The well-made robot, now prepared for the day, made it to the kitchen. Dia was already there, attempting to pour a cup of coffee from the pot. While appearing just as lethargic as his former teacher, the young gem still managed to drag himself this far. Admirable.

“Good morning, Dia.” He greeted, lightly. Dia stiffened, almost losing his grip on the handle. It didn’t seem to matter what approach Billy used, the poor kid was always jumpy.

“Uh, morning.” He quietly acknowledged. Then, his attention went back to his task. Should he even be drinking that?

“How old are you, again?”

“… Fourteen?” The question sounded strange to Dia, and his response showed it.

“Then you are too young for coffee,” The well-made robot asserted, then adding to soften the blow, “Maybe when you’re a bit older.”

“W-Wait! I lied!” Frantically, Dia tried to say, “I’m a-actually sixteen! Sixteen!”

There were multiple flaws to that logic, but Billy didn’t bring up any of them. “No you’re not. You cannot fool me.”

“Dammit…” Dia didn’t argue further, admitting defeat, “How will I ever get the strength to deal with today…”

Billy didn’t fold to the dramatic tone he used. “A good breakfast?”

“I guess…” Dia peered over at the sliding glass door behind them, noticing something. “Oh shit. The sun’s out.”

“So it is.” Billy nodded. He watched Dia leave the kitchen, to the backyard. By the time Billy followed him, the reflections of the young gem’s head were so abundant, he had to squint to see him. He had pulled down his hood, taking in the light.

“Whoa. Bright…” He couldn’t help but muse aloud, but in a low mutter.

“I feel like a solar panel.” Dia spoke when Billy was next to him. A solar panel…? Oh!

“I see… It charges you,” Though, he didn’t quite understand why; as far as he knew, Dia wasn’t an inorganic in the same sense as him, in fact, were minerals inorganic at all? And didn’t they thrive in caves, where it’s dark? How was this possible? No matter. “So that’s why you prefer sunny days.”

“Yeah…” There was a pause. Then, the young gem faced him, demeanor completely changed. Energized. “Okay! I can face anything life wants to throw at me! I’m ready!”

Billy smiled from his confidence. “You should probably still eat something.”

“Oh, right…” As the two headed back inside the empty kitchen, he asked, “Is Dave up yet?”

Oh God. Billy forgot about Dave. He marched out of the room. “I’ll check on him.”

“‘Kay.” Was all Dia said back.

7:11 AM. Please be up, please be up, please be up. This was the only thought that looped in his mind, as he reached the master bedroom. If Dave wasn’t in there, it would be a good sign. Billy opened the door, and…

Dave had fallen asleep. Again. This time, he lay on his front, upside-down from where the pillows were.

Billy covered his face in both hands, growing exasperated as he drug them down. But, he too was to blame - he knew better than to leave Dave alone on mornings like these. Mornings where getting out of bed felt impossible, compelled only to remain under the blanket and sheets and ignore the world around him for a while longer. Or mornings where he felt too depressed to see a point in rousing himself to begin with.

And in the past, having such days would’ve been more than acceptable. But now, the two had Dia. The two had responsibilities. And Dave couldn’t afford letting himself falter like this. Not anymore.

Collecting himself, Billy went to him, lifting him up by the shoulders and tapping his cheek. He had to be more firm. It was imperative. “Dave,” He called to him, “Come on. You must get up. Didn’t you want to take Dia to school today? You have…” His voice went tense as he calculated it, “Nine minutes.”

To all this, Dave fluttered his eyes open, half-lidded, staring through him blankly. “Buh… Wha…?” Then, to the well-made robot’s horror, he slumped over, onto his shoulder, emitting a quiet, breathy snore.

This was hopeless. For the third time, he gave in. Setting Dave back down, he told him, “Okay, you know what? Fine. I’ll do it.”

He hoped he didn’t come off as rude or snippy, but then again, he wasn’t sure if he was heard at all, judging by the lack of response from his partner.

Be strong, Billy. Be strong. He had thought, as he pulled himself together and returned to Dia. Meanwhile, the young gem had heeded his advice, sitting at the kitchen table and taking another bite of what appeared to be an egg in a basket, accompanied by a glass of juice. And… The coffee pot was still full.

Good, he didn’t try to sneak some of it while Billy wasn’t looking. But on the other hand, the sun gave Dia the energy he craved, so he wouldn’t need the caffeine anymore to begin with.

“Whoa. Amazing…” Back to the point, once more did his surprise show, but still low in volume.

“Any luck?” Dia asked, muffled from his mouthful of breakfast.

Billy allowed a sigh. “Unfortunately, no. I’ll be taking you today. Dave…” He struggled to find a way to word it. “Can’t seem to get out of bed.”

“Hm. Yeah, sorry. He’s just like that,” Unfazed whatsoever. “We used to try and get him to, like, back in the day. He’d. Uh. Y-You know.” He sounded like he was about to launch into something, before realizing it himself and stopping short. The well-made robot joined him at the table.

“I don’t.” Unless he did, but if so, it wouldn’t be making Dia nervous. Concerning.

Dia inhaled, a bit uncomfortably. “Well… He tended to. Growl. And hiss. A-And swat us away. So eventually we just… Just gave up. Then, he’d be mad at us for n-not trying. And also when we did try. It’s… Um. It’s just the way it is.”

More accurately, frustrating. He couldn’t imagine being in such an unbearable circumstance. Yes, issues between him and Dave have come up before. There was the occasional disagreement, fight, or anger - but that was par for the course. What mattered was if they could work things out, and there’d always been some kind of methodology, that was a healthy compromise for them both.

Such as, the alarm clock situation: placed where Dave has to work hard to reach it. Sounding wretched and annoying so he’d want to get to it. And Billy didn’t mind having to bear the noise or be in Dave’s direct path (again, it actually proved to be humorous).

Just don’t shut it off for him, no matter how much he asks (failed). Just don’t give him “five more minutes” (failed). Just don’t fall for him saying “I’m awake!” when he clearly isn’t (failed). And just don’t leave him to his own devices if he can’t even move to his wheelchair (failed).

The two agreed on this. Hammered out these details. And for a short while, it had worked. Until today, when Billy gave in to every one of the things he absolutely shouldn’t do. A stunning grade of zero. Zero.

But even then, even now, the events of just earlier were nothing like what Dia described. And it’s never happened before, either. “I’m sorry you had to deal with that. However… He did no such thing to me. Perhaps he’s gotten better?”

Dia looked at him for a minute. Then, muffled again, he mused, “That’s. So not like him…”

But, maybe, that wasn’t a bad thing.

—

Dave stirred, lifting his head to find the absurd position he was in. How in the world had he ended up like this? And how would’ve Billy even allowed something like that? Oh… He wasn’t here. How odd. What time was it? Memories were a blur at the moment. The alarm went off, Billy made it stop, and he thinks he gave him five more minutes, then…

Checking internally, the timekeeper of the Webspace told him.

11:42 AM. No. That… That couldn’t be right. Right?

Dave sat up, stretched, then glanced at the alarm clock. The time was the same.

Oh God. Oh God. OH GOD

In panic, Dave let out a yell, practically throwing himself off the bed, but forgot which direction he was facing, hitting the floor. “Ow…” But he bore the pain as he scurried over to his wheelchair, getting in and bolting out of the room as quickly as possible.

“BILLY!” He yelled again, “DIA IS LATE FOR SCHOOL WHERE IS HE I HAVE TO-” He cut himself off, when all he saw in the living room was Billy curled up on his sofa. A rerun of that one sitcom they watch together was playing on the TV. They’d decided to watch it ironically as nothing else was on that day, only to somehow get sucked into it, unironically. Some programs were powerful like that.

“Oh, good morning, Dave,” His partner looked over at him and replied, adding quietly, “Wow, it’s still morning.” Then, back to a normal volume, “I took him. Don’t worry about it.”

Dave tried to process the scene in front of him. Then, at last, put his head in his hands in relief. “Thank goodness. Thank you, Billy…”

“Of course,” After Dave recomposed himself, the well-made robot asked, “Do you need anything?” Dave looked away, heading to the kitchen, waving it off, almost defiantly.

“No no. I can- I can do it myself,” He’s already bothered him enough as it is. He couldn’t help his grumbling, as more pieces fell into place. “God, I… It’s all coming back to me. That must’ve been annoying. I’m sorry.”

“A little, but it’s fine.” It wasn’t. Dave blew it today. He’d been doing so well. What a waste.

So you made a mistake, chimed in his inner voice. Beating yourself up about it isn’t going to make things better. Just try again.

Yeah, but what about Billy? Remember how disappointed he sounded? “Okay fine, I’ll do it”?

That was hours ago. He said it was only “a little”. If he says it’s fine, then it’s fine.

Dave stared blankly at the microwave, which was currently heating up a pizza hot pocket, spinning. Spinning. Just like his mental state. He sighed. If that’s what his conscience believes, then… Okay.

Beep. Beep. Beep. Remove carefully, it’s hot.

He returned to the living room, moving over and sitting next to Billy on the sofa. Then, he heard him randomly say, “I’m sorry too.”

“What?”

“I gave in at every turn. And, I was rude.” Oh.

“Well, yes, but…” Dave paused to collect his thoughts. “It’s not just you, you know? You can’t solely be responsible for me. I have to try, too. And I didn’t, not even once…” He tried to take a bite of the hot pocket, but stopped immediately. Dear God, it hasn’t nearly cooled down enough yet.

“I see. So, we’re really only upset with ourselves, and not so much with each other?”

“I wasn’t upset at you at all. You just had an off day. It happens,” He tried the corner instead. Just breading, but it didn’t burn him. “And you’re sure it’s fine?”

“Yes. In fact, actually, I could say the same to you,” Dave stopped. Oh darn it. He fell right into that one, didn’t he. “You also just had an off day. It happens.” He had a small smile on his face. It was hard to think suddenly.

He’s forgiven you, his internal voice spoke again, reinforcing it. Everything is going to be okay. There’s always next time.

“… If you say so,” He finally replied. He went to lean against the well-made robot, but stopped. “Do you still want space?”

“No,” The answer came easily. “Also, I only really said that so I could get out of bed. Sorry about that.”

“No no, that’s fine. That makes sense. In that case, may I…?” He saw Billy lift his arm.

“Sure.” As Dave moved in closer and rested against him, his partner’s arm draped around him. Dave exhaled, more content this time. Observing the episode of the sitcom, he saw the two dating leads have some dramatic argument about the third character in the love triangle.

“Think they’ll finally break up?” Dave asked. Every moment in the season thus far was pointing to it.

“I hope so. I don't think they’ve ever worked together. Even before now. It’s like they never wanted to be serious.”

“Boy, you can say that again.” Without thinking, Dave took another bite. Ah, it didn’t hurt. Finally, he could enjoy it.

#baldis basics #BBAU #WTTW #fanfic #wellchair #billy #dave 82 #dia #idk what sitcom theyre watching you can just make one up i guess GHNJSGTFNHJSRTG

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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 9 days ago

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I’m a bit late, but as promised here’s chapter six! My apologies for any grammar or spelling mistakes. This chapter didn’t get as throughly proof read because I’ve been on vacation… but I hope you still enjoy

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash

Warnings and tags: 18+ only! No minors, just no. Adult content including: drinking, parties, lots of inner dialogue, complicated father relationships, college, and we meet Dave!, depictions of violence and disaster, character death (in the past tense), vampire!AU, *disclaimer I know nothing about statistics or protesting in the 70s so there could be some inaccuracy

Word count: 5.9k

Fall 1972

Carrying his last box of personal items, Danny made his way up the stairs at the end of the east corridor for about the eighth time in the past two hours. He hadn’t brought much with him, the school dorms already furnished with a twin bed and a dresser for each of the room's occupants.

Danny’s new roommate had yet to show, but some of his things had already been brought to the room before Danny arrived this morning so he knew he must be out and about somewhere. Maybe exploring the campus just as Danny planned to as soon as he got everything somewhat situated.

He’d seen on the map supplied by the enrollment office that his student housing wasn’t too far from the library, which he was particularly interested in foot tracking. Next he wanted to scope out where this semester's classes were so he wouldn’t be running late on his first day. Danny was meticulous like that; he always liked to be over prepared, and it was that responsible mindset that had gotten him this far. His first year of medical school.

When he kicked the door to his room open Danny expected it to still be empty, but to his surprise there was someone inside. “Oh, sorry” he apologized for barging in, though this was just as much his room as it was this other unknown man’s.

“Did I startle you?” His roommate asked, flashing a toothy smile as he unpacked a large trunk full of clothes on the bed he’d claimed first into the closet directly across. He hung up the shirt in his hand, then turned to offer it in a more formal greeting. “I’m Dave, looks like we will be rooming together”.

Setting his box down on his own bed, Danny accepted his handshake, gripping tightly like he’d been taught from a young age. “Daniel, pleased to meet you”.

“Daniel? I knew a Daniel once, he was a grade A asshole, stole my girlfriend too. Ended up getting accepted into Yale Law last year, can you believe that?”. Dave continued to hang the rest of his clothes up, oscillating between the closet and his dresser as he chatted away like they had already known each other for years. “You go by anything else? Dan-the-man?” He wiggled his thick fluffy brows at that not so clever nickname, but his smile was growing more infectious by the second.

“Danny is fine” he replied, smiling back before turning to arrange the textbooks on top of his dresser across the room.

They continued to talk as they unpacked, politely getting to know each other since they would be sharing a room for the foreseeable future. Danny felt relieved as Dave willingly shared minor details of himself. The last thing he wanted was to end up stuck with someone he hated, but he had a feeling now they were going to get along great. They even had a lot in common when it came to being raised in a small town, both coming from Dads who were doctors and strongly encouraged them to follow in their footsteps.

Eventually the conversation flowed into the topic of music. Again they shared a lot of commonalities there, being fans of the big rock and roll groups that were storming the charts. Dave wasn’t raised on as tight a leash as Danny was though, having spent his last summer on a roadie team for a lesser known band that opened festivals.

Danny was enthralled by his stories of cramped vans, the miles of highway between portable stages that were built and torn down seemingly as quickly as the shows began and end. Almost every night ended in a party, whether it be backstage or in musty motel rooms.

Danny had never experienced life like that before. His summer was spent mostly mowing lawns and helping his father with his research. Occasionally, if they’d had a good day, his father would retire to his study and invite Danny to have a scotch with him. He didn’t quite like the taste of the bitter amber liquid, but he drank it anyway to make his Dad proud.

“There’s a big mixer happening at a bar near the campus tonight. Do you want to come?” Dave asked, pulling Danny back from his somber recollections.

“Oh, umm” Danny wracked his brain for a quick excuse. He hadn’t been invited to this party so he felt kind of weird just tagging along. Dave seemed like a pretty cool guy, he was really friendly, but Danny didn’t want to come off as the needy roommate that had to tag along. “I was actually going to go to the library. I’ve still got a few books I need to pick up before classes tomorrow”.

“Oh come on” Dave crossed from his side of the room over to Danny and threw his arm playfully over his shoulder. “It’s going to be a great time, I already made friends with a few people from orientation. You’ll love them!”

Danny thought harder about it for a moment. What was the harm in going out? His first class tomorrow wasn’t until ten and the library opened at eight. So long as he didn’t oversleep, which was unlike him anyways, he should still have plenty of time. “Sure, I can go” he gave in, a bubbly laugh spilling out when Dave squeezed him harder and yelled “Alight! Dan-the-man in the house!”

The bus that ran around campus took them to the edge of the main street that led into the university. Directly across was a crowded plaza full of boutiques and small restaurants, a real hot spot for students to socialize and for visitors to shop. They walked for a bit, Danny following Dave who seemed to know exactly where he was going.

When they finally reached the bar even more people were packed inside than the streets they’d weaved through. Danny’s nerves started to light up with anxiety like a sad game of operation.

Coming from a small town he didn’t go to large parties very often. Even the college he had gone to for his undergraduate was so outdated that their parties were more like formal events that he couldn’t care less about attending unless his dad was a guest and he had to go.

Danny felt ridiculously out of place as he walked through the door, but with Dave’s assistance he at least looked the part. His curly hair had been teased into what he thought looked like a mess, but that was how ‘all the long haired guys were wearing it these days’ he’d been told as Dave added more hairspray than Danny had ever used in his life. He’d even allowed him to borrow one of his shirts, a thin leopard print button up that he’d been instructed to leave unbuttoned at the top because ‘the ladies went wild for that’.

Almost immediately Dave spotted someone he knew, elbowing Danny to follow as they pushed past dozens of others, likely students as well.

“Hey this is my roommate Danny” Dave shouted over the chatter and loud music, introducing him to a group of girls and guys who were waiting at the bar. “He’s a first year too”.

“Hey man, nice to meet you” one of the guys offered his hand to shake, which Danny accepted quickly and with a smile so as to not seem nervous. “What are you two drinking?”

“Are we taking shots?” Dave asked, making a few of them cheer in paralleled excitement while the others groaned. “What do you say? First round is on me, but I’m getting the cheap tequila. It gets you drunk faster".

Danny shrugged and nodded. What else was he to do? He didn’t want everyone to know that despite how old he was this was the first time he’d actually been in a real bar, and that the extent of his knowledge on alcohol only consisted of ridiculously expensive scotch and champagne that always left a bitter taste in his mouth.

Next thing he knew a small glass was being shoved in his hand and they were all toasting before knocking the clear pungently alcoholic smelling liquid back. Danny couldn’t help but make a face as he bit into the lime he’d watched everyone pluck off the rim, trying to mask the overwhelming taste.

As the night went on Danny followed the group, taking every shot that was handed his way until he found himself standing in front of the mirror in the men’s room. He wasn’t even sure how he’d found the bathroom or how long he’d been there gripping the counter, but he pulled himself back together to get back out there before someone came looking for him and discovered he couldn’t actually handle his liquor that well.

The more he drank though the easier it was to open up. Everyone was very interesting to get to know, having come from every corner of the US here to attend the prestigious medical school Vanderbilt offered. Some of them, like Dave Danny learned, came from wealthy families. Like the kind of wealth that got you wherever you wanted in life. A couple others had gotten in on their outstanding grades and standout applications.

“Why did you choose to come here?” One of the girls who had been watching Danny closely from across the table asked.

“My Dad graduated medical school here” Danny answered, swirling the tiny straw in the drink he’d been sipping so that no one offered to order him something else.

“What does he do?” She continued, as they gathered more of the attention at the table.

“He’s a surgeon. Head of general surgery at the hospital back home, but they mostly take in all of the trauma cases from the nearby towns”.

“Wow, following in your Dads footsteps, good man” Dave added, clapping his hand over Danny’s shoulder. “You’re going to make a great doctor one day. We all are”.

“Actually the chance of us all passing our school exams is about eighty percent, and depending on where you match the likelihood of completing your residency ranges anywhere from thirty percent to seventy percent. So statistically one of us will fail out or drop out before we even graduate and then half of us will never finish our residency so-” Danny cut himself off when he saw all of the smiling faces around him start to fade as they really took in what he was saying. Yeah, maybe he’d had one too many drinks, his social filter was all but nonexistent at this point.

Though the bar was still blaring music and all the other patrons were off in their own worlds, having their own discussions, a silence fell over Danny’s table. At least that was until Dave pointed at the same friend he had spotted as soon as they arrived. “My money is on this guy failing!”

“Hey! I’ll put fifty on it’s this asshole that drops out!” He joked back, making everyone erupt in laughter as they put in their bets.

“Sorry” Danny muttered as he threw back the rest of his sweet and watery drink, hoping that would do the trick in making him black out this entire interaction.

“You’re an interesting guy”. One of the other men from across the table saw his window to move closer to Danny and slid into the open seat to his left.

“What makes you say that?” Danny replied sarcastically as he kept his head down while everyone else went back to talking, hopefully forgetting about how awkward he’d made himself seem just now.

“You tell people the truth,” he continued, having no more interest in anything else going on around them. “Not many humans are like that anymore”.

Danny looked up from his empty glass, slightly taken aback by the unique fiery orange hair and ghostly white freckled face before him. What an odd thing to say, humans. Danny thought, like they weren’t both of the same species.

There was a hesitance in Danny to speak in this clouded state he was currently in, but an underlying peak of interest still shined through. “Names Callum” the red-headed man introduced himself, a glimmer of true hospitality in his crystal blue eyes.

“Danny”. Returning the friendliness Danny offered his hand to shake, but his new table companion only squeezed his hands tighter together, keeping them to himself.

“Say, you live on campus. Have you heard about the Students for a Democratic Society?”

Danny’s eyes widened, of course he’d heard of the SDS. They had been gaining a large following with the youth across America but most news about them that reached all the way south where Danny was had little good to say about them and their ‘rampant protesting’. He recalled a recent memory of his father reading the newspaper in his study, an article about the SDS had made the front page after a meeting had split their organization in two.

“I thought they were dissolving?” Danny spoke up, though only loud enough to ensure their conversation remained mostly private.

Callum clicked his tongue, shaking his head with a smug smile on his face. “No, we’re still running strong. In fact, we’re having a rally tomorrow night if you’re interested. I think you would be a good fit”.

“Why?” Danny questioned now. What had he done to stand out? Make one drunken comment about statistics? How did that make him a good fit? “Because I tell the truth?”

“That” Callum agreed, but leaned in closer. “And you’re a free thinker. I can tell”.

Danny didn’t know how to respond to that. Nothing about his actions tonight should have led anyone to believe he was anything but a follower. He’d followed Dave here, let him dress him up, gotten way too drunk…

“Tomorrow night, eight o’clock sharp”.

Callum started to stand, but Danny quickly reached out and grabbed his elbow only to draw back when he felt how ice cold his skin was even in the warm, clammy bar air.

“How will I know where to go?” Danny asked, not having made up his mind if he really wanted to get involved in something so risky, but still curious nonetheless.

Callum smiled again, like he already knew something Danny didn’t. “I’ll lead you there” he replied, and Danny’s eyes followed his back as he disappeared through the crowd and out the door.

This is stupid, I should go back inside. I have things I should be working on right now. Danny thought to himself as he stood outside his student housing building. He looked down at his watch for the third time since he’d convinced himself to leave his room in the first place. It was seven fifty-nine, three minutes had passed since he’d last checked, and still there was no sign of the man he’d met last night.

Just when he was about to give up and run back inside, he heard footsteps coming from across the courtyard. His eyes strained to make out the figure in the dark, this part of campus not being very well lit after the sun went down, but once he got a look at his brightly colored hair he was unmistakably the right guy.

“Ready?” He asked, regarding the way Danny stood awkwardly like he was still unsure about what he wanted to do with a snarky grin. “Don’t worry it's just a kick-off meeting for all the new recruits to see what we’re all about. You won’t have to sign anything or commit to attending the next meeting, but I think you will end up leaving pleasantly surprised".

Following him in the opposite direction from where he came, Danny had plenty of questions, but he kept them to himself hoping they would all be answered in this meeting. Though one question did stand out that he knew Callum could answer now. “So last night at the bar, were you looking for students to recruit?”

“I don’t go looking,” Callum explained, “but I have a good sense for reading people. When I meet someone who fits, I invite, simple as that”.

“Right…” Danny’s voice trailed off as his thoughts went wild again. Exactly what about him fit the profile? No one else from the party last night was here with them now, so it had to be something he had that the others didn’t. He didn’t quite like that assessment, considering he’d been trying really hard to fit in.

After a little while longer of walking, just far enough that Danny had already lost track of where they were, they were crossing a street into a neighboring residential area, likely more student housing for those who couldn’t afford to actually live on campus. “Well here we are”. His guide stopped at a duplex that sat at the end of the street next to an empty lot. Danny continued to follow as they went around to the side of the house and made their way up a set of iron railing stairs to a pair of doors that led directly into the second floor apartments. Callum knocked on the first door and a slightly older man, probably in his early thirties with long hair tied back in a ponytail at the base of his head, opened it to them with a straight face.

“Joe,” Callum acknowledged the very serious man without any sign of intimidation. “This is Danny, he’s with me”. Joe narrowed his eyes and turned to look at Danny before eventually stepping aside and allowing them entrance.

“See, Joe doesn’t bite”. Callum joked as they wandered further into what looked like a simple living room setup with extra folding tables and chairs set out for this particular event. “I can’t say the same for the rest of us though”.

“There you are!” A girl in a denim dress styled over a flowy white blouse that tied into a large billowy bow at her collar caught their attention from across the room and came running over to greet Callum in a hug. “We’ve been waiting on you to start! Oh, and who’s this?” When she noticed Danny standing directly behind them her face lit up even brighter with excitement.

“Skye, this is Danny, he'll be joining us for tonight so don’t blow it okay?”

“Shut up!” She slapped his chest and stepped around him to introduce herself. With her standing face to face with Danny now he could see how fair skinned she was as well, and he started to notice a slight accent in both her voice and Callum’s as well, especially when they spoke to each other. “I’m Skye, I hope my brother didn’t already give us a bad reputation. He can be kind of peculiar”.

“No he’s been great so far” Danny smiled back at her, trying to hide the tint filling in his cheeks when he regarded how soft and shiny her mahogany hair looked up close. “You two are related?” He blurted out, not knowing what else to make small talk about. The two of them standing side to side, they didn’t look particularly alike besides the color of their skin tone and the familiarity in which they acted around each other.

“Not exactly,” She giggled, looping her arm around Danny’s and taking over in guiding him through the small home. “But when you meet a fellow Scott all the way out here in Nashville you tend to stick together. It’s just easier to call him my brother after all we’ve been through together”.

“Scott?” Danny repeated with a shocked expression, “You’re from Scotland?”

Skye giggled again, letting go of Danny’s arm once they reached a kitchenette filled with the rest of the meeting's attendees mingling around a tray of finger foods. “The very one” She replied as she poured him a drink. “Could you not tell?”

“Well I mean, we only just met last night” Danny stammered as he accepted the cup and took a sip. He couldn’t tell exactly what was in it, but by the way his body temperature had already started to rise from one taste he knew it had to be alcoholic. “Your accent is a little stronger than his” he rushed out, trying to keep the conversation going as well as hide the grimace that came from his next mouthful. He really was going to have to get used to drinking liquor if this was going to be his college experience from here on out.

“That’s because he’s been away from home for too long”. She frowned slightly, but within seconds snapped back into her cheerfulness as she steered the topic back to the meeting.

As Danny listened to her talk he could hear her accent a little bit more. He himself admittedly had a hint of a twang to his words that he tried to keep hidden, but he could hear it coming out last night the more he drank- not that he thought she should have any reason to hide hers.

“Well, please grab some snacks. I’m going to finish getting set up and I’ll see you back in the living room in just a bit”.

Danny nodded, finishing off the contents of his cup when she’d turned around and headed back into the living room, straightening up some pamphlets that were spread out on the tables. He searched the room for Callum next, making his way back across the kitchen to go stand by him while they waited.

Once the meeting started, Danny stood at the edge of the room with his back against the wall as Skye got up in front of everyone and started to speak. He was thoroughly impressed by the way she held everyone’s undivided attention for a full half hour as she went over the origin and purpose of their group. Basically she was in charge of organizing rallies and protests for the student’s in the Nashville region who wanted to show support for their cause. A cause which Danny was learning wasn't as radical as he had previously been led to distrust, and that he himself kind of resonated with their core values.

By the time the meeting was over all of his previous questions had been answered, but they were replaced by a whole new set that consisted mostly of ‘how do I start?’ and ‘God, am I really doing this?’.

“Has your opinion been swayed?” Callum found Danny again shortly after people started to filter out the same door they’d arrived through signaling that the meeting had wrapped up.

“To be honest, I thought this was more about causing a scene to get on the news. You know, like vandalizing capital buildings and doing things to get arrested”.

“We want publicity,” Callum attempted to further explain, “but not the bad kind. That happens when planned events go wrong, which they can, but the majority of the time it’s just handing out fliers and peacefully gathering to stand up for what’s right”.

“Yeah, that sounds great actually” Danny confessed, already trying to figure out in his head how he could juggle this and his classes at the same time. He’d just have to sort out the details later, right now he was too excited about getting started doing something he actually cared about to let his brain talk himself out of it. Caught up in his excitement Danny’s eyes shifted around the room, unconsciously looking for that denim dress and the fiery girl wearing it.

“She’s something isn’t she?” Callum easily followed his line of sight, seeing for himself who really had Danny’s attention.

“Sorry?”

“Skye, she’s great. Everyone loves her, but she’s determined. Not much has ever come in between her and this calling. She’s seen it all too, the good, the bad, and the ugly. From here and back in Scotland”.

Danny started to develop a whole new level of respect and admiration for the young girl he’d only just met. As he still questioned what it was in him that drew Callum to inviting him tonight in the first place, he decided during the walk back to his dorm that if anything he wanted to learn to be a little more like Skye. He wanted to feel sure about himself, stand up for what he believed in, and above all he wanted to make a difference.

By the end of his second month in school Danny had mostly survived all of his classes, already accumulated a pile of homework, and had blown off more than one study session to attend rallies around campus instead. On the weekends he let Dave drag him to all the hot parties, and the more he tagged along the more he started to step out of the shell growing up in a small town had boxed him in.

It felt nice to fit in here, whether it be standing next to his fellow protesters or sharing shots with the group of people he’d come to call his friends. The problem was, the more Danny got involved in events outside of school, the more he slacked on his school work and his grades were starting to slip.

Because of that there was no surprise when by mid-semester he got called into the Dean’s office. After getting called out of the waiting area, Danny expected to see the Dean of Medicine sitting behind his desk with a stern look on his face ready to give him a hard talking to, but instead he saw his father with an even more hardened and disappointed look pulled across his face.

“Dad?” Danny hesitated in taking a step further. His dad was a good man and had never done anything to make Danny fear him, but just the idea of having to explain himself right now to the last person he expected to see was more than overwhelming.

“Have a seat son”. He gestured towards the empty chair next to him, and Danny slowly came to sit like he was told. “I assume that despite your surprise you know why I’m here”.

Danny nodded quietly, keeping his eyes fixed on the window behind his dad and a bird that was nesting in a nearby bush.

“The Dean called me last week. I’ll have you know I was more shocked to hear that my son was boarderlining on failing all of his classes. Do you know how embarrassing that is?”

“Yes sir” Danny muttered, still watching as the bird weaved tiny sticks and tattered pieces of lost fabric together.

“He wanted to put you on probation, but I talked him out of it so long as I came up here and handled this myself. So here I am. Do I need to be embarrassed like this again?”

“No sir” he answered again in simple phrases. There was no discussing this. No matter how Danny pleaded or tried to make his dad understand, he knew it would all be wasted breath. So he told himself that he needed to pull his head out of the clouds and get back to focusing on what really mattered. Not the partying, not the protests, but the reason he was here in the first place. Graduating from the same medical school as his father and following in his footsteps by landing a surgical internship at the hospital.

If he didn’t succeed here then Danny knew exactly what was in store for him. Back to that small town that held nothing for him now but a deadbeat job at bagging groceries at the general store or delivering packages across the county for the post office.

“Good. I expect to be seeing a change in your behavior immediately”. Danny’s dad stood and buttoned the front of his blazer, indicating that he had nothing else to say on the subject and followed Danny out of the office.

“We still going out?” Dave asked when he noticed Danny was still hunched over his desk with multiple textbooks open instead of getting ready.

Dave had not only proven to be a great roommate, but he had become Danny’s closest friend since moving to Nashville and he was already capable of noticing when there was something wrong.

“Can’t tonight, have to study for this big exam on Monday” Danny answered as he tore his fingers through his knotted curls to pull his hair up into a half bun and keep it out of his face.

“That’s three days from now. You can study the rest of the weekend”. He didn’t want to push Danny to do something he didn’t want to, but this was the first time he’d seen him so focused on school work on a Friday. Usually they were already a shot into their pregame and raiding each other’s closets before heading straight for the bar.

“Yeah, but I’ve got a meeting tomorrow night I don’t want to miss. I can’t go out both nights and get ready for this test” Danny explained with a heavy sigh. He set his pencil down with a thud of the wooden rod against the thick parchment of his notepad and stretched his arms. This was going to be a long night, he’d need to take plenty of stretch and water breaks if he was going to get through it.

Dave shrugged and started to shift through his shirts for something fresh to wear out, talking over his shoulder as he quickly changed. “What are these meetings you’re always going to anyways? Or do you just have a girlfriend you’re not telling me about?”

A smile crept along Danny’s face at the mere memory of Skye, another person he’d had the pleasure of really getting to know in the last month with how often he’d been attending meetups. “No,” Danny replied, which was still more or less the truth. Despite how much he liked her Danny had yet to work up the courage to ask her out, and he was about to run out of chances to try.

“If you’re interested you could come. Tomorrow will be my last meeting so I’m sure they will be looking for someone to replace me”. Inviting Dave was a good idea, or so he’d thought. Having another friend there to help give him the strength to follow through with asking her on a date was his intention, but hopefully Dave would actually enjoy it as much as he had too.

“I might drop by, see who keeps stealing my roommate away”. Dave reached into his book bag and fished out a granola bar, tossing it in Danny’s direction before telling him to have a great night.

“Yeah, I’m having so much fun”. Danny rolled his eyes, but tore open the snack offering and took a large bite, not realizing how hungry he was until it hit his empty stomach. Dave sent him a salute and closed the door behind him, leaving Danny to his studies.

“Hey, can I talk to you? In private?” Danny tried to pull Skye away for a brief moment. He knew she was busy and in high demand during these meetings, but he wanted to tell her personally that unfortunately he wouldn’t be able to continue coming. He only hoped that she would understand, that he didn’t want to stop coming, but that he really had no other choice, and in her acceptance maybe he could suggest they continued to see each other in their free time.

“The meeting is about to start, I saw you brought a friend!” She brushed over his request. Not because she wasn’t giving him attention, but because in the many times he spent admiring her from afar Danny had learned that when she was on a roll she had a bit of a one track mind. That was part of the reason he liked her so much, she was determined and didn’t let anything or anyone get in her way- unlike Danny.

“Actually, I’d really like to introduce you” he stammered out, but by then she had already started to make her way towards the front of the room.

“After!” She called back to him. “You picked a great night, a lot of exciting things to come!”

Danny watched on baited breath as Skye stood up on her little stool in front of the room so that everyone could see and hear her. “Ladies and gentleman” she began, making eye contact with Danny from across the small sea of heads all turned her way, and smiled fondly. “I have exciting news tonight-”

Before she could finish her sentence, a loud explosion sound came from inside the kitchen, followed by the screams of panicked people as they tried to run through debris to get to the door, trampling over those who fell in a hurry to escape.

“David?!” Danny screamed once he cleared his eyes of dust and soot, his corneas burning from scratches. There were bodies laying across the floor, those who had been standing in the threshold of the living room and kitchen thrown a couple of feet with the force. Others were trying to help their friends get up, unable to move without support let alone make it down the stairs.

Finally through all the chaos Danny found Dave to his left, unconscious but still breathing. That’s when he noticed the smoke. Whatever the explosion was had started a fire in the kitchen that was rapidly filling the duplex with a thick poisonous cloud.

“David? Come on man you need to wake up!” Danny tried to remember his medical training, but in the heat of the moment all he could do was panic because if his friend was dead he didn’t know what he would do. He couldn’t be dead, he wasn’t, at least not yet but Danny was still aware enough to recognize that soon he would be.

“Help!” Danny yelled, inhaling a bunch of the smoke and making his lungs burn as he coughed violently.

Suddenly Callum was at his side, pulling him up by his arm and trying to help him out, but Danny pushed him off. “No! Help him!” He pleaded, pushing Callum away again when he tried to reason with him. “Please, help my friend. I brought him here”.

Callum frowned at Danny, then looked at Dave still unconscious on the floor and huffed before throwing one of Dave’s arms over his shoulder and easily lifting him up. Danny watched as Callum drug him out the door, making sure they’d made it before he turned back around. Where was Skye?

Last thing he remembered was watching her speak. Her stool was turned over in the front of the room, but he couldn’t see her anywhere. Had she somehow gotten out already? Danny tried to think if he’d seen her at all, but the harder he thought the lighter his head became until his legs were giving out and he was falling to his knees. A sharp stabbing pain radiated from his side, and he reached a hand between his shirt and jacket only to pull it back out and see it was covered in blood.

“Fuck” Danny groaned trying to hold pressure to the wound, but he knew if he was losing that much blood it was useless if he couldn’t get to a hospital soon. At least they’re safe, he told himself as his vision started to blur in and out of focus again, until everything turned black and all he felt was cold.

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