#and Daniel with his back against the wall and a bit angry is a good thing

[slutforpringles]

visacashapprb: Time to regroup and learn from Quali as we get prepped for race day 🇳🇱

[charlesslut16]

-friends to lovers-

summary : you and max were friends until you were not..

PAIRING : max verstappen x fem!reader

WARNINGS : +18, oral sex (female recieving), dirty talk, badly translated dutch, curse words, unprotected sex (be safe!)

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Max and you were friends. Only friends. Nothing more than that. It has always pained you, that you couldn't be more. But you knew that Max didn't like you more than that.

You were in the Paddock, walking with Daniel in the Red Bull garage, to see max drive. Daniel and you walked in to the garage, greeted everyone, and stood next to Christian and Daniel. And then Max came in.

You had been ignoring him for hours now. You looked into his direction and felt a pang in your chest, as you saw him talking to some girl, that worked on the Paddock. Why didn't he look your way?

When he was just about to walk you without looking at you, he caught your arm and pulled you in to his driver's room. You gasped when he pressed you against the wall. Your furious eyes shot to his, in them... pain.

You snapped your head away and looked at everyone and everything else BUT him. He turned my head, when he laid his hand on your chin, his heart beating erratic in his chest.

"Why are you pretending I don't fucking exist!?" He asked, obvious hurt in his tone. You finally looked at him, but your face expressed no emotion. Your lips, not forming a single word. And that was when he lost it.

He grabbed you lightly by your throat, holding your chin up, pulled you closer until your chests touched, which earned a sharp take of breath on your part and growled.

"If you are angry at me, do shout at me. Slap me, kick me, punch me but don't EVER ignore me, shat"

Your fiery eyes connected with his, when you snapped. "Fine! You want me to talk. Here it fucking comes. The fucking truth why I ignored you." You pushed against Max's chest, hard enough that he's tumbled back a little.

"You fucked that girl, you talked to before!" you screamed, tears burned in your eyes.

"But you already know that, I mean you were there. It as your bed. Fucking her deep, like she has told me."

"I did not do such a thing!" He snapped back, anger burned in his chest. "I would never fucking do that. Not when i-" A humorless laugh escaped her and interrupted me. 

"Yeah right. You would never fuck a gorgeous woman with a good body and sense of humor."

"Oh I would." he replied deadly, her head furiously snapped in to my direction.

"But you would be the woman underneath me, shat. De enige vrouw, die ooit onder mij zal zijn, prinses." The only woman, who will ever be underneath me, princess.

He leaned in closer, our hard in takes of our breaths were mingling. 

"And I would fuck you until you see lights, that you have never seen before. Ik zou je van achteren meenemen totdat mijn naam het enige is wat je nu bent." I would take you from behind until my name is the only thing you're now. He rasped.

Before you could say anything further, he pressed his mouth onto yours. Groaning when he finally tasted you. It was what you had wished and starved for, a very long time.

He brought his hand to your waist, so he could pull you to his couch. He stopped kissing you and shoved you on the bed. You laid on the bed looking at him, wondering what he would do next.

As you wanted to say something, Max stopped you with a kiss. At that exact moment, you knew you were damned. He pulled your shirt over your head, leaving you in a bra.

Then he opened his jeans, pulling his belt out and tying your hands together. Then he opened your jeans, pulled them down, throwing them on the floor next to the couch.

Next were your bra and thong. You gasped, as Max pulled his boxers down, revealing his cock. He looked in your face, smirking as he saw the look on your face.

He kneeled on the bed in front of you, his knee between your pantyhose. Max pulled you up a bit more, so he was also in the bed. He kissed your thighs, gave you some hickies, licking your soft skin afterwords.

He went down to your pussy, looking up at your face, seeing id you had pleasure on your face. You looked down at him, wondering why he stopped. You nodded, as you saw his face, asking for consent.

As he saw your face, he licked your pussy until you were almost having an orgasm. Max stopped, looked at your face, red and teary, as he had taken his cock in his hand, lined it up with your pussy and thirsted into you. You felt full.

A long moan escaped your lips, as he thrust into you, hard and fast. Moans left your lips and tears were spilling from your eyes of the pleasure Max gave you.

His thrusts started slowing down and seconds later he came in to your pussy, hard and fast. His cum spilled into your pussy, filling you up to the brim. Fast after him, you came too. Having the best orgasm you have ever had.

"Ik zei je dat je de vrouw onder me zou zijn, mijn lief. De enige vrouw. Nooit." I told you that you would be the woman underneath me, my love. The only woman. Ever.

This was the first orgasms of many. Let's just say you both didn't get that much sleep that day and night.

[eichornia]

You can read the first part here. I wanted to write a bit more about them. TW for depressive thoughts in a small part of the fic (nothing really bad, just Daniel feeling a bit down).

- Blink. Blink. Blink. The whisper of his eyelashes against the fine hair on Max's thigh. Max's fingers in his head, combing through his curls. Gentle-gentle-gentle. Sometimes Daniel can't help it. Sometimes he gets like this, all his energy dissipates and the time moves slowly, slow-slow-slow like the mountains do. His mind is quiet and he can feel everything. The way his chest rises with every breath, Max's smelling like sex, his knees hurting from kneeling for so long. A distant thought but then-

Max's voice. Near, clear, dear.

Daniel, you okay?

Yeah, Maxy, he wants to say. Peachy. Great, baby. Amazing. But his voice doesn't want to come out so he just nods and Max's skin is so soft, he has to kiss his thighs, once, twice, thrice. Max laughs and Daniel blinks, and life is rushing back. Time is getting normal, Daniel's energy is filling him again.

He looks at Max and thinks this moment here, it should be eternal.

- CHINA. He's getting better. He knows he's getting better. But days like this makes him feel like all the progress he makes is for nothing. He doesn't like this feeling, it feels like a battery that only has negative poles. When he's like this, he doesn't want to be near anyone. Doesn't want them to worry, doesn't want to be a burden. So he sits against the pit wall, headphones blocking everything except the music, angry-sad, making his eyes burn with salt. Don't cry, don't cry. He was mad earlier and he ignored Max and his wounded look and now Daniel feels silly, stupid, immature.

There's a shadow blocking the sun. The shadow has the shape of Max. The shadow talks like Max too.

I was looking for you. You shouldn't sit for so long in the sun, Daniel, it's not good. You should have an umbrella, I'll ask for one.

Daniel stretches his arm, makes grabby hands, doesn't mind if anyone is watching. Max holds his hands, makes a goofy dancing movement. Daniel doesn't want to laugh but he does because Max is always funny.

Sorry, he says. For being a cunt earlier.

It's okay, says Max.

And gets him to his feet. He sways a little into Max, enough to smell his aftershave, to see the little freckle in his lip.

Yes, I love you, he thinks. Doesn't say because it's a bit scary, this big feeling. Bigger than China, irrepressible, inevitable.

- MIAMI. They have ice cream in bed, the spoons clicking against each other when they try to take a bit at once. It's melting even in the air conditioner of the room. Vanilla kisses because it's the best flavour of ice cream ever. Max is trying to convince him the best flavour is chocolate. Max knows nothing like Jon Snow. Max blinks (slow at first, faster a second later).

Who the fuck is Jon Snow?, he asks.

And Daniel laughs and laughs until he feels he's going to puke. And then kisses Max, sticky mouth, sweet like melting vanilla.

Max kisses back, takes the ice cream, leaves it on the side table without looking.

Daniel.

His voice breaks in the middle of his name.

Yeah.

This is it, thinks Daniel. This is the feeling when you win a race. This bubbly, effervescent feeling, your whole body full of ecstasy, the sky in the tips of your fingers. You're the champion. Nothing can reach you.

This is it, thinks Daniel, lost in pleasure, full of love, high with the feeling of Max moving inside him. His fingers, sticky with love, caress Max's back. His mouth, sticky with love, says Max's name like a chant. He wants this feeling to last a lifetime.

Max, yes, baby. Just like this, just like this.

(Stay with me. Forever.)

[imzsuzsis-blog]

It's okay that I won, but now a modest celebration is coming, because of the two dwarves.

"Children, let's take it back, please."

I laughed to myself and let them take some more photos.

"Of course, yesterday must have been rough."

"I don't want to talk about it, Mom and Dad. That's all they were born with."

“ I was saddened and tears appeared on my face.,I also understood how you showed the picture of them, they turned out to be very beautiful, Leah, you are pure as a little baby. We should celebrate now."

"It won't work, they're the only ones in my head and I can only hope that they survive the whole thing."

I bit my lip and almost cried, I loved them, but I was also worried about them.

"Is it a natural feeling that I loved them very much, but at the same time I'm worried about them?"

"Yes, it's because you suddenly became a mother and it will last you the rest of your life."

I sat down and buried my face in my hands and cried, then I spread them out so that the twins were there, but I was just imagining it, because it wasn't real and I couldn't hold them in my hands because they were somewhere else.

At least Lando has completely disappeared from the radar and Max is nowhere to be found. Tell them that they went with Martin and Loki, but we don't know where.

"Max, they've stepped down."

"I know, you sharp-witted bastard from Monaco."

Max slapped me from behind and I could only grimace.

"Hello..." "Hello... Loki... You?"

"Yes, I came from the hospital, Lando and I changed hands."

"Here?"

We asked Loki in chorus, who could only look in front of him.

"What the hell happened?"

"Girls came into the world just in time."

"Is this some stupid joke?"

"Unfortunately, it wasn't all that unexpected... He was complaining to me and suddenly we noticed a soft cry."

Loki sat down next to us and almost fell asleep, he was so tired.

"How long did you sleep?"

"Not too much for worry, but I don't think Lando either."

You showed us that we don't have a shot.

"We just don't know that he messed with the team and we can't find him. So that we know where it is easier, but we don't go after it."

We froze and wanted to go after it, but our legs didn't obey us and we are both in good shape.

"Daniel, Carlos?"

“Yes?"

"Lando went home?"

"He signed the paper both home and abroad that it was certain that the girls were adopted."

"My Jesus, I can't believe this, and Lando was expecting the twins, and that's the end... This is a fucking rule."

"Supposedly, it was his parents who got involved in the whole thing, so he can't raise them."

I was watching the video on my mobile where he is driving his Porsche and talking to one of his friends, probably about it.

"Did you see?"

"Unfortunately, yes."

I leaned against the wall, then I continued to turn the pages and on the third page I read that he was single.

“Fuck doesn't go with Loki!!!"

"Don't worry, we also read it, but we cut it with our gloves."

I called my girlfriend, who said that he was a scumbag in front of Loki, he couldn't have done that to him in him heart, now he was the stupid one, but he loves him very much and says this all the time. I didn't tell them, but after the race I saw Lando and Loki kissing after the race and talking about sex, to say the least, and I won't get into that, it's none of my business. I was angry that I said that and his partner still stands by him.

I went whistling, they called me on the street, I can go to the Grand Prix, it made me happy.

“Yes? Carlos? You? Fuck me and I kissed Loki, boom.”

I looked at him and wanted to pull him one right now.

"The girls? Or the rumor that you adopted them, you plain stupid Englishman.”

"What's up???? Where the hell did you get it????”

"That's what George, Danny, Max and Alex said too."

"Well, these are as stupid rumors as that I go out with girls... Charles started this during the summer vacation because I was only hanging out with one girl for the most part... I've sent him to hell ever since."

“It's good.." ,,Yes, my parents were true, my father to be exact... He said I should first become a world champion and then a parent... He was there when I was a teenager, because he didn't want to hear a baby crying in the house...If that's the case, he's a dick he can be nice to me, especially when it comes to Oliver, he's nice and cute."

I hugged Carlos sobbing, I didn't want to meet dad this weekend, with everyone in my family, but not now, I hated him permanently for what he did. I never told them this, but he insisted on my miscarriage in 2020, and then I didn't talk to him for months, I only did it because of the press, I didn't talk to dad about the matter except on camera. In fact, I dumped Connie because of her boyfriend at the time, because he gave him all the shit that wasn't true and it wasn't the first time. He did this with my first boyfriend and with all of them, but now I won't let myself go, I loved Loki and I feel he will be my husband.

"I feel that Loki will be my husband... What should I do against father now?"

I bit my lip nervously and was afraid that if I gave it to him he would invent something again that I had a girlfriend again, like Connie.

"Well, this is for me... What did he do to you as a child?"

“If you say you have Stockholm syndrome?”

"I'm trying to erase these from my mind."

My friend shook me but I just continued to sob, this is a painful memory for me.

"Tell me, please."

He shook his head and threw up in the open street. I know that Adam is a careerist, but for him to be violent was quite surprising now. But his jerkiness was also the same, I thought he was a kind and cute person, but for him to abuse his son and prey on him is too much.

"Lando, have you thought about suing him?"

"A lot, but it always comes with the fact that I don't receive from the inheritance or from the business part. But none of them excites me, especially after that, when I'm at home, he beats me when I'm at home, and if no one is watching, he beats me, like if I were a child, he rapes me."

"Regardless of your results?"

"Yes, he's been like this all my life."

I ran away sobbing, this is a fucking big secret that I told him, so far no one knows, not even Oscar.

[snootlestheangel]

Cheers to the Unknown Pt.2

Monster/cryptid au ft. Just A Dude!Ghost; canon-divergent, alternate universe. More details here (parts are not a coherent story necessarily just scenarios as they come to me !subject to change!;all tagged under "cheers to the unknown") TW: some body horror, language

Meeting The Team

John Price being an inhuman probably would have upset Ghost more had he not been so numb to the world. Ghost had been officially born; Simon Riley was dead, along with his family. Crude, ugly scars twisted his face into a mock grin, something he learned is called a Glasgow smile. If Ghost himself could not bear to see them in the mirror, why would anyone else? How could anyone else? So he took to covering his face. Thus Ghost was born.

Now, Simon Riley had worked with John Price before his supposed death, but it wasn't for long and he still didn't really know the man. He knew Price to be a good man, however, and was rather pleased to hear he'd be working under the captain.

The mission itself was a simple infiltrate and extract operation, one that Ghost could probably do perfectly well on his own. But alas, given the novelty of his new identity, many higher ranking personnel refused to allow him solo for the time being. At least Ghost was stuck with someone relatively decent from his limited experience, and a fellow human.

Or at least Ghost thought he was with another human. He was due for a very nasty reality check when he happened to glance over at the Captain while tightening his tac vest. Ghost stopped all motion as he watched with sickening horror as Price's appearance contorted into a lowly guard for the site they were infiltrating. Price groaned a bit as he popped a few joints in adjustment to his different body.

"You alright?" Price asked in a noticeably different voice as he noticed the wide eyes of the lieutenant.

"Fine, sir." He snapped out, perhaps a bit too quickly. He wasn't all that shocked to be honest, a man of Price's reputation can't possibly be human, and it validated Ghost's feelings of uncanny valley when interacting with Price. It had seemed his intuition that something was different proved right. He wasn't shocked, no, more angry that no one bothered to tell him.

"I thought you knew." Price spoke quietly, almost sheepishly, at Ghost's sharp response.

"Quite frankly, sir, I don't give a shit. We've got a job to do, and I take it you've got a plan." Ghost meets Price's eyes, his expression earnest despite being blank. Price smirked back, slowly nodding.

"That I do."

~~~~~~

Ghost never enjoyed being assigned to various teams of rather inexperienced soldiers, especially ones run by cocky, know-it-all sergeants. He had arrived after the team to assist them with the stealth aspect of their assignment, since their last one had apparently gone haywire. Granted, it wasn't a real assignment, but rather a simulation and Ghost was there to teach them where they went wrong last time. Ghost scanned the clearing where the men were gathered, the cold spray from the sea chilling him even through all his layers.

"Glad you could make it, Lieutenant!" The sergeants, Ghost couldn't be bothered to remember his name, waved in greeting. Ghost resisted the urge to roll his eyes and instead remained quiet as he took his place.

"Do you have a plan for getting inside the walls?" Ghost asked, and the sergeant nodded, briefly patting the air tank in front of him.

"There's a locking system under the water against this side gate. I can easily be in and out. The gate will open and I'll meet the men on the inside." Sergeant Daniels, as Ghost suddenly remembered, said rather matter-of-factly. Ghost frowned at him. The plan didn't make sense, but he didn't want to say anything until after the fact, so as to avoid getting into an argument before anything has a chance to go wrong. Sergeants like this one loved to argue. Ghost didn't.

"Have you checked the tank?" Ghost asked, and the sergeant's eyes widened a bit before he bent over to check. Ghost did roll his eyes this time, and instead let his gaze wander to the small team. Most of them looked as green as they probably were, but one didn't. Instead of looking apprehensive like his counterparts, he seemed at peace, his stance relaxed and a small, almost knowing smirk on his lips. He met Ghost's eye and vaguely nodded his head towards Daniels, only to match Ghost's eye roll.

He hated to admit it, but Ghost already liked this kid. He was a corporal, given the markings on his uniform, but he still seemed to know more than the Sergeant.

"Um, there's a problem with the air tank. I'll lose more air than I get to breathe if I take this down." Daniels's nervous voice drew back Ghost's attention, but before he practically snapped his neck to look, he noticed the subtle face palm from the corporal.

"Got a spare?" Ghost snapped, and Daniels shook his head.

"That's mistake number one. Never under prepare. Better safe than a dead man." Ghost barked out, barely containing his anger. He really didn't want to be spending his weekend like this.

"I can breathe underwater." A different voice spoke up, and Ghost felt a bit of relief seeing it came from the corporal.

"How well can you see under there?" Ghost asked and the kid fought back a grin, settling for a small smile.

"Pretty damn well, I'd say." He responds, and Ghost nods. He turns back to glare at Daniels.

"You'd better be fucking grateful he volunteered. You won't be so lucky next time." He said, as dark and threatening as he could be without scarring the idiot for life. Daniels nodded strongly before taking a step back to allow Ghost full authority.

"Got a name, Corporal?" Ghost asked, and the man opened his mouth and closed it again before he gave a formal response.

"Kyle Garrick, sir." Ghost quirked a brow in question.

"Did you have something else to say?"

"I was only going to be smart-ass with your question, sir." Garrick responded, standing a bit straighter as if expecting the already agitated lieutenant to snap.

"Well then let's hear it." Ghost replied, surprising even himself.

"Was only going to say, no, I actually don't have a name." Garrick quipped back, and Ghost nodded, almost solemnly.

"A fellow unloved child, I see. Good to know." Ghost said, and Garrick let out a small laugh in shock.

"Permission to dive, sir?" He asked and Ghost scanned him briefly. The corporal really wasn't dressed for the weather, but given the fact he can apparently breathe underwater, Ghost supposed it didn't really matter.

"Can you disable the lock and alarm system?" He asked, and Garrick confidently nodded.

"Go for it." And with the lieutenant's permission, Garrick gracefully slipped into the water with barely a sound. Ghost shook his head after briefly glancing at Daniels, deciding not to push anything for his own sanity.

It wasn't long at all, rather only a minute or two, before the corporal resurfaced, giving them the go ahead. The rest of the simulation was a disaster on all fronts that didn't include Corporal Garrick. Ghost had yelled himself raw afterwards, and he even allowed Garrick to slip away before the berating began. Afterwards, as Ghost headed to his temporary quarters for the night, he passed the corporal.

"You did good out there, Garrick." Ghost said, half expecting the corporal to not have heard him approach. Instead, he gave Ghost a smile and a nod, seemingly already aware of his presence. It was times like this Ghost was jealous of his inhuman counterparts for their uncanny abilities to detect subtle changes around them.

"Thank you, sir. And, most people call me Gaz." He responded, his smile brightening. Ghost frowned at him, uncertain as to why he felt so drawn by him. He must've stared too long, as Gaz's face suddenly twisted into embarrassment. Iridescent scales slowly faded into view along his cheek bones and along the crest of his nose.

"Sorry, I keep forgetting some species are more... susceptible." Gaz muttered, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck. Ghost didn't understand why Gaz had said species instead of humans specifically, as that was more likely to be the case, but he didn't question it. He also didn't question what he meant by susceptible, but he refused to ask for his own peace.

"Well, good night, then. Hope to work with you again, Gaz." Ghost mumbled, and Gaz smiled once again.

"Thank you, sir. I hope to work with you, as well."

~~~~~~

Meeting Sergeant MacTavish was an... interesting experience for him, to say the least. Ghost had heard stories of the sergeant with the ability to produce lightning from his fingertips and a knack for blowing shit up. Yeah, because that's the perfect man for a stealth op.

Perhaps it was because Ghost had underestimated him, or perhaps it was the typical pre-mission jitters he still hasn't gotten used to, but something put him on edge when he saw the sergeant. Every hair on his body stood on end as the man approached him, a confident, if not cocky, grin stuck on his face. Thunder rolled in the distance, and something quite literally flashed in the Scotsman's eyes.

"Let's make this one a win, yeah Lt? Save you a seat, sir." Soap said, punctuating his sentence with a light punch to Ghost's shoulder that sent a harmless, yet startlingly shock through his body. Ghost watched him saunter away and onto the carrier as his heart beats loudly in his chest.

He'll never catch a break, will he?

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[chaiiitime]

Plaything

Daniel is not happy after the sprint at the Austrian Grand Prix.

Warnings: 18+, language, mentions of sex, dubious consent

Note: repost from my previous blog

“Let me see what I can do in clean air”

“Daniel, we’re looking at it, we’re looking at it. I’ll get back to you.”

Daniel’s anger had been mounting since lap 13 of this fucking sprint so much that when Tom came on the radio at the end to inform him that he was P12, he barely managed to be civil. What he had really wanted to do was to unleash all his frustrations on the radio, to let everyone know what he really thought, but he knew with the media frenzy about his future right now, that this was not the right way to go.

So he kept his mouth shut, went through parc ferme procedures trying to get himself under control. He’d played the team player game for too long and he’d had enough of it now.

He made his way to the the motor home, going up the steps to the engineering room. He was absolutely fuming, ready to tell the strategy team exactly where they could stuff their fucking strategies. The room was empty save for one lone figure sitting at one of the computers. Great, it was Sarah or whatever her name was, Daniel couldn’t care less. She was part of the strategy team and outside of engineering meetings, he had never interacted with her much.

She looked up as Daniel abruptly threw his helmet on one of the tables. “Where’s Andreas or Randy?”

“I think they’re in the hospitality suite. Is there something I can help you with?” Something in the calm modulation of her voice made Daniel snap.

“Is there something you can help me with?” He bit out as he advanced on her “Is there something you can help me with? What do you fucking think,huh?” He spat as he towered over her.

Daniel knew he should probably step back and leave. Go hide in his driver’s room till he had himself under control. But he was bleeding dry here. He didn’t put his blood and tears into this sport, into this team for him to be asked to roll over for his teammate. He was not losing to a kid again.

“Daniel, you need to calm down. If this is about the decision to not swap positions during the sprint, we can discuss this once you’ve cleared your head” Daniel was so done. He was sick of people always treating him as the nice guy, as if he was meant to always accept what was dished out to him. His hand shot out, grabbing her good-girl ponytail and twisting. He pulled till she was looking him in the eye.

“Daniel, please step back. You’re overstepping your bounds” Sarah tried to keep her voice calm and measured but the truth was that she was scared. In the time she’d known him, she had never seen him this angry. Daniel had a hard glint in his eyes, his features sharpened in anger. His mouth twisted in a feral smile.

“I’m done with being nice” his other hand came up to grip her jaw tightly, painfully “tell me what I should do for you lot to listen to me one fucking time.” He used his hold on her to pull her even closer. Sarah was suddenly painfully aware of his hard body against hers. She could smell his drying sweat, could feel his hot ragged breath on her face. To her shame, she could feel her body responding to the base animality in him.

She couldn’t help the whimper that escaped as her breath came in quick shallow puffs. Daniel could see her pupils were blown wide open, could feel her heaving chest against his. He zeroed in on her parted lips, watched as her tongue briefly shot out to lick her bottom lip.

“You little freak”, he let out a mean laugh “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” He watched as she flushed red, as she tried to shake her head no. His fury began to abate, becoming sharper, more precise. She became the perfect focus for his rage. So what if he got fucked over by the team every race weekend, here he had the upper hand. He let that dark side of him, the one that punched holes through walls, the one that he tried so hard to leave behind in his Red Bull days, take over.

He brushed his thumb over her bottom lip, once, twice, each time more forceful. He was going to have fun playing with her.

Sarah turned her head to the side, trying to break from his grip on her jaw. She placed her hands on his chest and tried to push him away. Her futile attempts seemed to amuse him.

“Please step away”

Daniel tsked at her and tightened his hold on her. “Who are you trying to fool, little girl? Don’t pretend like I’m not going to find you soaking wet right now if I put my hands down your panties”

He snaked his hand down between their bodies, flicked the button on her slacks open and slipped his hand into her panties. He dragged two of his fingers through her slick folds, gathering her arousal on the pads of his fingers. Sarah couldn’t help that involuntary jerk of her hips as his fingers brushed against her clit. She should have been scandalised as he brought his hand up and painted her lips with her arousal. He dipped his head and sucked at her bottom lip, biting down hard on it. She gasped and Daniel slipped his tongue past her lips. The kiss was brutal. It was meant for Daniel only to take his pleasure from it. He slid his hand down to her throat, applying pressure to tilt her head uncomfortably backwards as he continued to plunder her mouth, his hips mimicking the thrust of his tongue.

Just as it started, the kiss ended abruptly. Sarah stumbled backwards into the table, gasping for breath. Not giving her time to recover, he gripped her hips and flipped her around. He pushed her panties and trousers over her hips, down to her knees. He kicked her legs as far as her slacks would let him. He pressed his hands between her shoulder blades, bending her slightly over the table.

Daniel gave a satisfied huff. He had her exactly where he wanted. He rucked up her team polo to below her arms and pulled down the lacy cups of her bra. He grunted as her tits filled his hands. He squeezed and fondled them before pushing two of his fingers into her mouth. “Make them nice and wet” he ordered. She had no other option but to obey, swirling her tongue around them. Daniel pushed them further into the back of her throat, feeling smug as she gagged on them. Fuck, her mouth would feel so good around his cock.

Later, he promised himself. He pulled his fingers out, swirling them around her nipples and watched as they puckered even further in the air conditioned air. Sarah watched as he pinched and pulled at her nipples, feeling like there was a live wire between her breasts and center. She moved her hips restlessly, trying to relieve the ache in her core.

She jumped as Daniel suddenly rained down a series of slaps on her arse, each one harsher than the other. “You’re so fucking needy” he hissed. Sarah could feel her ass smarting and her face burned in humiliation at her own neediness. She felt his knuckles brush against her ass as he freed himself from his fireproofs. She wanted to look at him but Daniel roughly pushed her further down onto the table. She braced herself for his thrust but he surprised her as he rubbed himself against her clit.

He held himself in his hand as he dragged his cock through her folds and just as she thought she couldn’t take it anymore, he finally notched himself at her entrance and gave a few shallow thrusts. He laughed darkly at her whimpers as he withdrew. He cut her off with two well-times slaps to each of her ass cheeks. She pushed her hips back into him, trying to find some kind of relief. One of his hands stilled her movements while the other reached out to grip her chin and turned her head around.

“Beg me” he ordered, relishing her squirm.

“Please, please Daniel”

“Please what? I want you to say it” his features well pulled tight in sadistic pleasure as he spat the command at her.

It was maybe at this point that Sarah should have gathered whatever was left of her dignity and leave, but whatever line there was had been crossed a long time ago. She could feel her inner muscles clenching around nothing. She desperately needed him inside of her. She couldn’t care less that anyone could walk in at anytime and see her like that. She didn’t stop to think about the repercussions that this might have on her career. “Please please fuck me Daniel!”

Daniel felt a rush of power at her sobs, at the litany of pleas still falling from her lips. He gripped himself in hand and slapped his dick once, twice against her clit before thrusting into her. He leaned over her, gathering her undone ponytail in his fist and whispering nasty things in her ears, getting mean and letting out all his frustrations.

The room filled with the vulgar sound of their flesh slapping together, the wet squelch of her pussy. Daniel didn’t hold anything back, fucking into her, hitting that magical spot inside of her. Sarah tried to find purchase on the table as her nipples rubbed almost painfully on the table top. She felt the bow string inside of her tighten even further, reaching its breaking point. She reached back, grabbing onto Daniel’s hand that was on her hip, her fingers digging into his skin as she felt her orgasm start to break.

Daniel looked down almost enraptured at his handprint on her ass, at his dick, covered in her juices, entering her. Somewhere, at the back of his mind, it clicked that he had forgotten to wear any protection, that he should pull out before he started coming. But fuck him, she was milking him so deliciously it would be a pity to miss out on that. His movements became more erratic as he started coming. He buried his face into the curve of her neck and bit hard, prolonging both of their orgasms.

Sarah winced as Daniel pulled out, feeling his cum drip out of her. Daniel stumbled backwards. He quickly tucked himself back into his fireproofs.

“Fuck” he rubbed a hand over his face. The enormity of what he’d done hit him as he looked at Sarah. She flinched as he reached out to steady her. His hands trembled as he helped her right her clothes. She wouldn’t meet his eyes and Daniel couldn’t blame her. He knew he had forced himself onto her and he had to face the repercussions of his actions.

“Sarah, I’m sorry” he stumbled over his words, “did I hurt you?” What he really wanted to ask was whether what they’d just done was consensual, but he couldn’t bring himself to say the words for fear of what the answer might be.

Sarah gave a mirthless laugh, “you don’t have to worry. I was a pretty willing participant towards the end”

As she walked away, Daniel felt even worse than he did when he came in here.

[fourmula1]

Hi, I love love love your ficlets and I was wondering if you'd consider writing more of omega Max? Maybe Daniel asking him to be his omega?

max/daniel. 1,329 words. part 1 here.

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It’s George that really makes Daniel do it.

Sat in the pit lane at Mercedes, they can both see Red Bull next door and Daniel’s eyes are trained on Max goofing around with his mechanics. He can’t hear the conversation from here but he can see Max’s bright, beautiful smile, can see the way he preens under the attention and gentle touches from the alphas around him.

Next to Daniel, George is leaned up, arms folded over his chest, watching the same scenes unfold. Daniel isn’t jealous, isn’t angry, has no reason to be. Max is patently uninterested in other alphas in the paddock and everyone with a working nose can tell he spends all his time with Daniel. But it’s not like Max is his omega, or anything. Not… not officially, anyway.

Daniel thinks of Max as his, though. He has for a long time now.

But Max is on the upward trajectory of an omega’s lifetime and Daniel doesn’t want to get in his way. He’s not the first omega to win a WDC but he’s the first to do it twice, and he’s soaring through this season on his way to a third. Daniel wants to watch him do it and not be distracted or worrying about being a good omega to an alpha, so. He’s helped Max through his heats, and cuddled him when he needed the touch, and looked after him the best he could whilst giving room for him to fly.

But it hurts him, Daniel knows. It hurts to feel that pull, that yearn for Max, and not be bonded to him. His body wants it, it takes everything he’s got not to sink his teeth into Max’s sweet neck every time they’re intimate. The sickly tug in his heart every time they’re apart and Max isn’t his omega is harder and harder to deal with.

“Mate, you know he’s just waiting for you, right?” George asks him, knocking his shoulder against Daniel’s and turning his gaze back to the Red Bull pits where Max and a couple mechanics are standing together chatting. “You know how he is.”

Daniel looks back at George, frowning before looking back to Max again.

“How he is?” Daniel asks, not sure what to make of that. Daniel knows a lot of things about Max. He knows the croak of his sleepy morning voice and the way he likes his eggs. He knows the way Max talks in his sleep and the little trio of freckles on his lower back that make a perfect triangle. He knows the sound of his sweet little omega coos and the way he smells when he comes. Daniel knows how Max is.

“The way he was raised,” George continues, shrugging a bit. “Just, all he knows is racing, and maybe his own instincts but I don’t think he knows how to say that he wants you to pick him. He probably feels it but doesn’t know how to say it. And you know how his dad was, all traditional weird shit. He probably doesn’t think he can ask you,” he says and Daniel frowns, pulls his lower lip between his teeth.

George is… maybe right. Max is not so good at talking about his feelings and making decisions for himself about even the simplest things. He was never allowed to, was pushed harder than most because of his omega status Daniel knows what Max has been through.

He reels as he considers what George is saying. Max has never let his omega status get in the way of racing or meeting his goals but relationships are a bit different. He knows Jos fed Max all kinds of horrible ideas about alphas and omegas, some vulgar and condescending innuendos about Max ‘tying’ himself to an alpha and ruining his career…

“Oh,” Daniel says, almost a whisper as he watches Max toss his head back in delighted laughter, the smooth column of his throat on display for all to see. Daniel knows, intimately, what that skin tastes like. Smells like. Feels like beneath his lips.

“Just saying,” George says with a laugh as he claps Daniel on the shoulder, pushes himself off the wall. “Everyone in this paddock knows who he belongs to except you,” he grins before heading back into the garage. Daniel stares, stomach twisting as he processes the information.

He’s wanted, so many times, to make Max his. He’s wanted to ask him, to court him, to bite him.

George is… right.

George is right.

-

That night after the race, tucked into the private bedroom at the back of Max’s plane, Daniel looks at Max curled up in the bed, scrolling through his phone. He’s freshly showered, hair soft, cozy in comfy clothes and beautiful as ever. Daniel’s sat criss-cross apple sauce on the end of the bed, finishing up some emails, but he can’t ignore his conversation with George anymore.

“You smell nervous,” Max says, peeking over the top of his phone down at Daniel at the end of the bed. Max has a keen nose and Daniel can’t hide anything.

He laughs as he closes his laptop and sets it aside, makes the crawl toward Max where he lays down next to him, faces him on the bed and shrugs.

“I am, I guess,” Daniel says, and it’s true, but he’s also astutely aware that he can smell Max’s feelings just as well. “I have something to ask you,” Daniel continues, takes a little breath as he watches Max set his phone down and turn onto his side to face Daniel properly. So attentive.

Max’s scent, for what it’s worth, doesn’t change to sharp anxiety at all. He’s open, ready, willing to hear whatever it is Daniel has to say.

“Maxy,” Daniel says with a little smile, reaches up to brush his fingertips over Max’s high cheekbone, down his sharp jawline. He’s just going to come out with it, he thinks. No prepared speech. No declarations of grand feelings. Just straight to the point, which he knows is more Max’s style.

Max leans into Daniel’s touch, eyes fluttering closed for a moment as Daniel’s fingertips trace over his cheek before coming to settle his hand against the side of Max’s neck. His pretty blue eyes blink open again, focused on Daniel. Patient, sweet, curious.

“Can I be your alpha, Maxy?” Daniel asks him, unable to help the wide grin breaking out on his face. He can smell the moment Max processes the question; can smell the spike of Max’s soft, warm, omega scent – like warm sunshine on fresh sheets, sea air, summer.

“I think, probably Daniel, you have been for a long time,” Max says, and he’s smiling too. “But I of course would like it if you would bite me.”

He’s so open. So willing. So ready. Daniel marvels at all Max has been through and the ways in which he can be so warm, gentle, loving regardless.

“Me too,” Daniel agrees, leans in for a soft kiss. Now is definitely not the time but his heart jumps at the thought of it. “I’ve been thinking of you as mine for a long time. I… I’m sorry, if you were waiting. I just had to work it out, I guess,” he admits, a little bashful. Max nods against his pillow, reaches out to tangle their fingers together.

“We got here, didn’t we?” Max asks, so casual, so easy going. It makes Daniel laugh and tug Max in to his arms, gives him a squeeze and nuzzles his face in Max’s hair.

“We did,” Daniel agrees, still laughing as they settle together, cuddled up, the white noise of the plane familiar and relaxing at this point.

Daniel falls asleep thinking about forging their bond, leaving a mating mark on Max for all the world to see, thinks about proving to Max that a life tied to an alpha, to him, is never going to hold him back.

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What does a little lando tantrum consist of 🥺

all you people want lately is for my poor baby to have a tantrum 🥲 perhaps it’s his luck this season and the therefore expected ones but maybe we should give the baby a break, give him a cuddle and a flurry.

but fine, still i shall feed the masses:

“No!” It’s all Lando’s vocabulary seems to consist of right now, all other English apparently lost.

“Lando-.”

“NO.”

Daniel sighs, still stood at the passenger side of the car, door open, Lando still inside with his seatbelt fastened. He’s grateful for the property he rented, private enough for this kind of meltdown to not attract any unwanted attention.

Daniel crouches down, trying to catch Lando’s eyes.

“Sweet boy-.”

“No!”

Daniel’s cut off basically before the sentence starts but he does meet Lando’s eyes. There’s an angry frown etched into his features, his eyes are shiny; tears just barely keeping from spilling over.

“You’re not a sweet boy?”

“No.” Lando shakes his head angrily.

“With a face so sour I’d almost believe you.” Daniel replies. “But I know better.”

Lando doesn’t reply, kicks one of his feet against the dashboard instead.

“Hey.” Daniel replies, reaching out to still Lando’s leg. “Don’t do that.”

Defiantly, Lando kicks it again and Daniel reacts immediately; hooks a finger under Lando’s chin and forces it up, giving him an unimpressed look. “Quit that.” He warns.

Surprisingly Lando does quit, an impressive pout appearing as a tear leaks out.

“We’re going inside.” Daniel announces then, sort of desperate to scoop the boy up and settle him down.

“No, no no!” Still Lando’s vocabulary hasn’t improved beyond the word but Daniel ignores him, unfastens the seatbelt too quick for Lando to react and hoists him out of the car and over his shoulder before Lando can go all floppy spaghetti noodle. It’s not his first rodeo.

He should’ve seen this coming really, they only had one day together this trip because Daniel had been so busy at Red Bull and with the press. He feels guilty not creating a bit more time, knows how much Lando misses him and how much he misses him too. There’s been too many tearful calls to count.

Lando actually screeches all the way to the front door and he’s once again grateful for the private property and the fence around the house.

He puts Lando down in the entrance, scared he’s gonna drop him with how much Lando was fighting him and unsurprisingly Lando flops around like a fish out of water.

Daniel sits too, back against the wall before reaching out and pulling Lando closer by a flailing leg and hoisting him back into his lap now that he can’t drop him anymore.

Lando’s crying so much he��s struggling to breathe and Daniel wraps him up so tight there’s no wriggle room left from him to struggle. Lando sags against Daniel’s chest once he realizes he’s not gonna win the battle, relaxes more when Daniel starts pressing fingers into the back of his neck.

“Shh.” Daniel soothes, pressing his lips into Lando’s curls. “I got you, you’re okay.”

Lando cries for a bit, still stuck on his “no’s” until there’s a second word added.

“No go!”

Daniel’s heart shatters almost immediately and he holds Lando impossibly tighter. “I’m not gone yet, Muffin.”

Lando struggles to push himself out of Daniel’s chest, pointing an accusatory finger at the elder. His face is one big wet red splotch.

“Soon!” He cries. “No go soon.”

Daniel isn’t sure what to respond, because he is. He’s going soon, he’s gonna leave Lando and he’s the reason he’s so upset. It doesn’t feel good.

“I’m sorry.” He just breathes, bringing Lando back into his chest, the younger goes willingly.

“I’m sorry.” Because he is. “We’ll be okay.” Because they’ll have to be.

[hearteyesforsixx]

Jealousy. 🥥

Pairings: Duff Mckagan x Reader

Summary: you were pissed off at Duff for paying no attention to you all day, luckily your best friend, slash helped you get his attention.

Warnings: 18+, Smut, P in V, Choking, Jealous Sex, Unprotected sex ( wrap it up ) , probably more

You sat on a grey couch, a cigarette hanging from your mouth as you glared at Duff, he was talking to some guys that you didn’t even know. You let out a deep sigh and suddenly a voice spooked you out of your thoughts.

“You bored?” Slash said, falling down on the couch next to you, a bottle of Jack Daniels in his hand.

You looked over at him. “Kinda.” You mumbled.

“Is something up with you and Duff?” He glanced at Duff then back at you.

“No, it’s just that ever since we came to this party he’s been completely ignoring me and he’s really starting to piss me off.” You said, trying to hold yourself back from yelling.

His hand stroked your arm gently. “Well, what if I told you I know a way to make him notice you?” He smirked mischievously.

“What’s your idea, hm?” You smirked lightly.

He wrapped his arm are your waist, pulling you close. “Pretend like your laughing at something that I said and just be really touchy.” He’d whisper in your ear and you’d oblige.

You’d let out a fake laugh, running your hand up and down his torso making Duff turn around.

You heard his footsteps approaching and you turned to see Duff standing there, his eyes were laced with pure jealous and anger.

“Hey Duff.” Slash spoke but Duff just grabbed your arm, dragging you off the couch away from Slash.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” You’d ask with a soft pout as he dragged you into the bathroom.

“What the fuck do you mean ‘what’s wrong’?! You know what the fuck is wrong!” He pinned you up against the bathroom wall as he used one hand to lock the door, his eyes still staring deeply into yours.

You continued to act oblivious. “Honey, I really have no idea what your talking about.” You spoke in a soft tone as you looked up at him.

His hand shot up to your neck, gripping it tightly.“What the fuck were you doing with Slash then?! Being all touchy and shit?!”

“I was just pissed that you weren’t giving me attention, so Slash gave me the attention that I wanted, unlike you.” You said in a upset tone. You knew exactly what to say to make him angry.

His hand squeezed your throat tighter. “Your such a dumb little whore.” He growled. “Let’s see if your still thinking about Slash after I fuck you dumb.” He pulled your clothes off of you, leaving you completely naked, the cold air hitting you made you shiver.

He’d pull down his tight leather pants with one hand only pulling them down enough to where his cock would pop out from his pants.

Before you could prep yourself he’d thrust himself into you, sliding inside you easily. You’d groan slightly at the sudden pain that quickly turned into pleasure.

“Fuck.. Duff!” Your hand went up to tug at his hair as his hands pulled up your thigh to wrap around his waist.

He’d slow down his thrusts. “Do you think slash could fuck you like this, huh?” He’d mumble in your ear.

“N-No, only you!” You’d moan out softly.

He’d smirk and would continue thrusting ruthlessly into you. “You feel so good wrapped around me, sweetie.” He’d Mutter to you.

Your walls clenched around his cock as your hands tugged at his hair tighter, you bit you bottom lip hard, making your lip almost bleed.

“Duff, I’m so close..” You moaned out.

He’d instantly pull out of you making you release a whimper. “Why?” You’d ask breathlessly.

“Maybe you shouldn’t try to make me jealous, sweetie.” He’d pull up his pants and would walk away, leaving you in the bathroom, completely naked and out of breath.

A/N: I hope you enjoyed this, it’s kinda short but I didn’t really have much motivation for it but I’ll make more soon!! Make sure to leave requests for me also!

[bandedbulbussnarfblat]

Brat

my latest Daniel/Armand fic. set in the devil's minion era. read it below or here

When things were bad, they were bad; but when things were good, they were real good. Right now, things are good. They haven't had a fight in weeks; Armand's been giving him the blood more frequently, and Daniel hasn't asked about the Dark Gift in what feels like ages. Yeah, things are good. Daniel is happy, almost deliriously so.

Right now, his wrists are crossed and held over his head on the mattress. Armand had put them there and told him not to move them. Daniel has been good and listened; he didn't even need reminding. He's been such a good boy for Armand, really he deserves something, some kind of reward.

“Do you, now?” Armand says, from where he's perched on top of him. He's thighs are splayed wide over Daniel and he's sitting with his cock buried inside him. It would be perfect, if only he would move. “I suppose you have listened well.”

He slides a hand up from where it's resting on his chest up to his neck. It closes around his throat slightly, not enough to impede his breathing, just enough to feel a little pressure. Armand dips down and brushes his lips over Daniel's. It's a barely there kiss and Daniel whines, chasing after his mouth when he pulls back.

Armand allows himself to be caught and Daniel licks into his mouth. The sweet taste of Armand's blood fills his mouth and he moans against Armand's lips. He must have cut his tongue on a fang for him. It sets Daniel's enter body alight; he feels like he's buzzing and flying. His hands itch to touch Armand, but he's being good. He likes being good for Armand.

“You do, don't you? My beautiful boy,” Armand says, voice warm with adoration as he pulls back to allow Daniel to breathe. He tightens his grip on Daniel's throat. Daniel has a bit of a thing for Armand choking him. He wiggles a little on top of Daniel, just enough to tease, and tightens his hold until Daniel sees stars. When he finally lets go, just as Daniel's vision is beginning to go gray around the edges, Daniel feels a jolt shoot through his dick. If Armand were moving, he could have come right there.

“Boss, you're killing me here. Have mercy,” Daniel pleads. He has to grip his hands into fists to keep from reaching out to touch Armand.

“Hm,” Armand lets his entire body go lax and sprawls out over top Daniel. He props his head up on his hands and peers up at Daniel's face with the innocent expression of an angel. “I'll think about it.”

He's trying to provoke him, Daniel realizes. Leave to Armand to set up mind games to get what he wants instead of just asking. Daniel shoves him off and unto his back and leans over top of him. He yanks his leg up under the knee and hitches his arm under Armand's thigh and drives back into him. “Is this what you want, you little shit?”

Daniel pounds into him and yanks his head back by the hair. His neck pulls taut and Daniel bites his way up the line of it. Armand gasps and says “Yes, like that, Daniel.”

Armand other leg wraps around his waist and he drives his hips up to meet him. Daniel snaps his hips into him and bites at his bottom lip. “You could have just asked me to give it to you rough.”

Armand tightens around him and Daniel feels like he's been electrified. “Mm. It's better when you're angry.”

“You like pissing me off for your own pleasure?” Daniel says. He pulls out of Armand and flips him over onto his stomach. With little care, he spreads Armand's thighs far apart and slams back into him. Armand moans low and filthy. Daniel winds fingers into his hair and uses the hold to force Armand back unto his cock.

“You fuck like a barbarian when you're angry.”

Daniel pounds into him even harder. The headboard slams into the wall and Armand has to throw up a hand to brace himself on it to keep from traveling up the bed. Dipping down to bite at his neck, Daniel whispers into his ear “You're such a fucking brat.”

“You love it,” Armand says, twisting his arm round at an awkward angle to twine his fingers through Daniel's hair and tug him down for a kiss. Daniel kisses him back, biting and sucking at his lower lip like it was his job. Armand keened and arched his back, pressed his rump closer to Daniel.

“I love you. Jerk,” Daniel says, pounding into Armand again and again. Armand's fingers twist into the sheets and he makes punched out little noises.

“Touch me, Daniel,” he demands. As if he has the right to demand anything after the stunt he pulled.

“Touch yourself; you aren't getting anything from me,” Daniel growls, nipping at his earlobe.

Armand must like it, because he contracts around him and moans. His hand goes under his stomach and Daniel hears him pant, face buried in the pillow. Daniel keeps slamming into him. He brings his hands to Armand's hips and angles him up. Armand curses in another language and Daniel knows he's found his prostate.

He grinds into it and Armand cries out his name and his entire body shudders as he comes. Daniel spills right behind him and it feels like being hit by a truck, the sheer force of it. His entire body goes slack and he collapses down unto the bed, barely managing to pull out and roll off Armand.

Daniel rolls onto his side and pulls Armand back against him. He presses a soft kiss to the nape of his neck. “Holy shit, that was good.”

Armand laughs and turns around in Daniel's arms to face him. He twines their legs together and smiles at him, smug and pleased. “I told you; it's better when you're angry.”

Daniel pinches his side. “You start pissing me off just to get off, I'm gonna stop fucking you.”

Armand laughs delightedly. “No, you won't.”

“Okay I won't, but I won't give it to you how you want. I'll treat you like it's your first time and I'm scared of hurting you.”

Armand lets out a scandalized gasp and pushes Daniel onto his back. He slings a leg over him and sits down on his thighs. “Don't you dare.”

He's smiling as he says it, so Daniel doubts he buys his threats for a second. He places his hands on Armand's hips and strokes his thumbs in little circles. “You know you can just tell me what you want, right?” Daniel says, “I'll do anything for you.”

Armand's smile turns soft and fond. “I adore you, beloved.”

“You're pretty alright yourself,” Daniel says, but lets the love he feels pour into his thoughts freely for Armand to hear. He does so love this impossible creature.

“Does that mean you're no longer angry?”

“For what? Blatantly manipulating me instead of just asking for what you want?” Daniel says, then cracks a grin. “Nah, I'm over it. Love you, babe.”

“I love you as well.”

Yeah, when things were good, they were real good. And right now, things were really fucking good.

[writtendaydreamm]

A Tough Time in Turkey

Summary: After a tough qualifying session in Turkey, Y/n helps Daniel release his frustrations.

Warnings: 18+, NSFW, Smut

Author’s Note: I wanted to get this out sooner but I’ve just been in a bit of a writing rut. This last race weekend in Turkey sparked some inspiration though so I went in and added some things based on the events of that qualifying session. Hope you guys like it!

Everyone knew Daniel as Danny Ric, the laidback jokester who always had a smile on his face. They never saw this side of him. The side of him that could get so angry he was ready to punch a hole into a wall. The side of him that was fuming under his helmet as he walked across the paddock in brisk strides.

Daniel didn’t get this way often. He did a good job of keeping his emotions in check, not allowing them to get the better of him. Even now, during a season that just wasn’t going his way, he kept his chin up and he pushed forward against the headwind of all the harsh criticism and negative comments.

Things seemed like they were finally looking up though. His win in Monza and decent P4 finish in Sochi gave him a much-needed boost of confidence. For the first time, Daniel felt like he was really starting to gel with the car. Getting more out of the machine and pushing its limits further than he’s been able to before. Going into qualifying for the Turkish Grand Prix today, Daniel felt optimistic about turning out a good performance. During the first round of qualifying, he admittedly struggled a bit on the slick tires in the cold and damp conditions. But his last flying lap placed him high enough in the standings to move him into the next session. With just a minute left before the checkered flag, he was called into the pit lane early to save battery life. Unfortunately, this is where his day took a turn for the worst. 

Unlike everyone still out there he wasn’t able to reap the benefits of the now considerably warmer asphalt and better traction. Daniel was pushed lower and lower in the standings as other drivers moved up with their new faster lap times. Any of the confidence he had gained these past few weeks was pulled out right from under him when his engineer’s voice came through the radio informing him that he was eliminated. For tomorrow’s race, he would be starting towards the end of the gird in P16. All his frustration and disappointment came to a head right there in the cockpit. He slammed his fist against the halo as he drove through the pit lane. It was a bad call by his engineers, sure. But he was more upset with himself than anyone else. He should have known better. He should have done better. After parking, he jumped out of the car without a word and stormed out of the garage with his helmet still on and visor shut. 

From inside the McLaren garage, his girlfriend Y/n and his performance coach Michael watched it all play out before them. 

“I should go check on him,” y/n turned to Michael. He offered her a weak smile knowing all too well that when Daniel got upset like this he wasn’t easy to be around. 

After giving the door to Daniel’s motorhome a knock she opened it carefully. Taking stock of the room, it was clear he had thrown a fit in there. His belongings on the small side table were strewn across the surface and on the ground. His bright helmet laid haphazardly at the other end of the room. When her gaze finally landed on him she found him sitting on the ground with his back against the wall. His elbows resting on his knees, his face buried in his hands. 

Having heard the door open Daniel groaned in annoyance at the intrusion. Assuming it was Michael or someone from the team, he didn’t bother to look up. “I need a minute.”

Still standing by the doorway, Y/n spoke up. “It’s me.”

Lifting his head up, he looked over at her. His expression was unchanged by her presence much to Y/n’s dismay. She watched as he pinched the bridge of his nose and ran his hand over his face. Two very clear signs that he wasn’t exactly thrilled to see her. In any other circumstance, just seeing her, or getting to hold her in his arms, or even just hearing her voice over the phone after a bad drive was enough to cheer him up some. But today was more than just some bad day. Today felt like a culmination of all his bad days in one.

He let out a heavy sigh before finally responding to her. “Y/n. Now's not a good time.”

“I just wanted to see how you were doing after that session.”

“Well I’m fine, so you can go now,” he said coldly. 

“You don’t seem fine,” Y/n pointed out, taking a seat beside him. “How are you really?”

Daniel replied with silence. The last thing he wanted to do was talk about how he was feeling. What he wanted to do was scream at the top of his lungs, kick and break shit. But throwing a tantrum like that with all the cameras recording and people watching was out of the question. So he mustered what little composure he had left and kept a lid on it.

But Y/n was determined to get him to open up. She knew Daniel had a bad habit of isolating himself and internalizing everything when he got low like this. It wasn’t good for him. He needed to let it out. So, she ignored his obvious signals to leave him alone and continued to push.

“I know P16 wasn’t the finish you were hoping for, but the weekend isn’t over. The race is tomorrow and you never know what could happen. Especially with this weather. I mean-”

“Stop. Just stop,” Daniel interrupted her sternly. “I don’t wanna talk about it.”

Shooting up onto his feet he turned away trying to restrain himself. But restraint was hard to muster with all his emotions rising to the surface, ready to burst out of him. Feeling suffocated in his race suit he hastily unzipped it, ripping his arms out of the sleeves. With a loud exasperated huff, he ran his hands through his curls trying to calm down. 

Even then, Y/n wasn’t giving up. She kept on pushing, not aware of how close he was to exploding. “Maybe you should talk about it. You don’t have to bottle it all up y’know.”

Getting up on her feet too, she placed a comforting hand at the nape of his neck. He usually loved the feeling of her fingertips easing the tension there. But instead of leaning into her touch, he brushed her hand off him. While her efforts were well-intentioned, they were doing more harm than good right now. Turning back around to face her, Daniel finally snapped having had enough.

“Y/n, I’m not in the fucking mood. I said I don’t wanna talk about it, so drop it. Honestly, you’re driving me up the wall right now so just fuck off for a bit will ya?”

Daniel rarely ever raised his voice like that and especially not at her. Going on the defensive, Y/n brought her voice to that same level.

“Don’t tell me to fuck off.”

Taking a step towards her, getting right in her face Daniel scoffed. “Then don’t be such a stubborn bitch.”

Y/n was left speechless. While she knew he was lashing out, she had feelings too. There was only much she could take of being a verbal punching bag before she started punching back.

“You’re being a real asshole Daniel. Don’t talk to me like that.”

“I don’t even wanna talk to you at all. You barged in here on your own.”

“Because I’m trying to be supportive? Ugh. You know what fuck you, Daniel.”

“Fuck me? Fuck you, Y/n.”

Losing her cool and needing to get him out of her face, she gave him a good shove on the chest. Like a wall, he absorbed her push barely moving a muscle which only served to annoy her even more. She attempted to push him away again but failed as he grabbed onto her wrists before she could. She fought against his grip but she was no match against his strength. All it took was one good pull and she was right up against him with no room to break her hands free. 

The tension between them thickened as they stood practically chest to chest, their faces now just inches apart. From this close, Y/n could see all the frustration behind his eyes. She could feel the heat of his anger radiating off him. The way he towered over her with dark and brooding eyes should’ve scared her off. It should have intimidated her. But instead, it gave her a rush of excitement. In a twisted way, it turned her on.

And that’s when it clicked. If Daniel was going to take his frustrations out on her, there was a much more pleasurable way to do it.

Y/n stopped struggling against him causing Daniel to loosen his grip. Expecting her to back off now, his brows furrowed when she stayed put and pulled her hands from his hold only to place them back onto his chest. Both suspicious and curious, he tensed at her touch but didn’t pull away as her fingers trail over his toned stomach. Her hand stopped to rest right where his race suit hung low on his hips. Finally seeing where she was going with this, Daniel shook his head. 

“Y/n, don’t.”

“Why not? I’d rather you fuck me like you hate me than keep yelling at me like you do.”

He clenched his jaw, trying hard to resist his body’s natural reaction to her touch. He’s fucked her rough before, but never as an outlet for his own frustrations. Never when he was in a headspace like this. 

“Don’t start something you can’t handle,” he warned her, his voice now dangerously low.  

“I can handle it,” she assured him boldly.

Tired of their back and forth, Y/n made the first move sticking her hand down the pants of his suit. Daniel sucked in a sharp breath as her hands ran over his dick. 

Grabbing her by the jaw, he forced her to look up at him as he spoke. “I won’t be able to control myself.”

“Just shut up and fuck me already,” Y/n said palming him harder now.

The small part of him that still had some sense and rationality, went straight out the door. Holding nothing back, Daniel pulled her face to his for a rough kiss. Their tongues tangled in a fight for power. He gained the upper hand when his fingers moved down her jaw to wrap around her neck applying just the right amount of pressure. Daniel smirked against her lips as she moaned into their kiss. Needy for more, he pulled away.

“On your knees,” he ordered. 

His commanding tone left no room for arguments. She did as she was told and got on her knees. Pulling down his suit and underwear she came face to face with his raging hard-on. Not wanting to waste any time, he grabbed a handful of her hair using it to push her face towards his dick. He watched as she wrapped her lips around him, his dick disappearing into her wet, warm mouth. Her pussy throbbed at the sound of his moans, a pool of her own arousal forming between her legs. 

She held onto his tattooed thigh for support with one hand, the other still holding the base of his dick as she sucked him off. She took in as much of him as she could before moving back up to his tip, hollowing out her cheeks till she released him out of her mouth with a pop. She kept this up at a slow and steady pace. It all felt incredible, but slow and steady wasn’t exactly the mood he was in. Tightening his grip on her hair, he urged her to move faster and suck harder. But Y/n kept her same pace, purposefully riling him up.

Taking control of things, Daniel brought his hands to hold her head steady as he fucked her face at the speed he wanted. Meanwhile, both of Y/n’s hands now held onto either of his thighs bracing herself. Y/n gagged, tears now brimming her eyes as his dick started hitting the back of her throat.

“This what you want, huh? You want me to fuck your face like a whore?” Daniel asked through gritted teeth.

Y/n could only moan around him in response. There was nothing she could do but take his thrusts as best she could. Her eyes were shut tight now, tears streaming down her cheeks as Daniel’s thrusts became erratic. He was close. Mentally preparing herself to swallow his load, it still took her by surprise when he came. Her eyes shot open at the feeling of his hot seed spilling in her mouth. He pumped into her mouth a couple more times making sure she got every last bit of his load before pulling out. Some of what she couldn’t swallow seeped through her lips and dribbled down her chin.

Still on her knees, she looked up at him as she wiped off the excess cum on her face. Gathering it all on her middle finger, she sucked it clean savoring the taste of him. He had just cum no more than a couple of minutes ago and she was already getting him hard again. 

“Get on the bed,” Daniel said, kicking off his race suit and pulling off his undershirt. 

Y/n hurriedly stripped off her clothes as well before plopping onto his bed. Her lacey lilac lingerie popped against the plain white covers. She laid back, propped up on her elbows. Her legs shamelessly spread open, the wet patch on her panties fully visible. Daniel ran his eyes over her, taking in the sinful sight before him. Groaning to himself, he wanted nothing more than to just fuck her senseless. Although he was ready, his dick needed a second to recoup after his orgasm.

Standing at the end of the bed, Daniel grabbed her hips pulling her closer to him till her legs fell on either side of his hips. Hooking his fingers on the thin strap of her panties, he ripped them off her.

“Daniel!” Y/n gasped. If she weren’t so desperate for his touch, she would’ve given him an earful. He just tore apart one of her favorite pairs of underwear. Not to mention the only pair of underwear she had right now. 

He couldn’t care less though. The only thoughts running through his mind were all the ways he was gonna ruin the sweet, glistening pussy in front of him. 

“Look at you,” he muttered. “So wet already, I haven’t even touched you yet.”

His fingers started circling around her pussy, spreading around her wetness before sticking a finger inside her. He chuckled darkly as her pussy welcomed his touch, his fingers slipping in and out with ease.

“Eager little whore aren’t you.”

Knowing her body like the back of his hand, he had no trouble finding her sweet spot. He rested his thumb right on her clit as he added another finger inside her. Y/n threw her head back as that familiar, pressure in her core increased with each pump of his fingers.

Her legs squeezed around his hips. With his free hand, Daniel grabbed the back of one of her thighs and pushed it forward against her stomach, forcing her legs open.

“Oh my god,” Y/n moaned as this new position allowed him to move his hand and fingers even faster. 

His fingers kept up their relentless pace, pushing her closer and closer to the edge until she toppled over. With a deep moan, she came all around his fingers, coating them in her juices. The sounds of her squelching pussy mixed with her chorus of moans went straight to his dick that was now rock hard and ready for another round.

Y/n fell onto her back hoping to take a second to recover but she never got the chance as Daniel flipped her onto her stomach. After giving her ass a rough smack, he pulled her hips up to line up with his before pushing the tip of his dick into her dripping wet opening.

Everything happened so fast. One moment she was laying on her back catching her breath and the next she was getting fucked from behind, ass up, face down, back arched. He filled her up and stretched her out as he plunged his entire length into her again and again. Y/n gripped the sheets trying to ground herself as the aftershocks of her orgasm still coursed through her leaving her incredibly sensitive.

“Fuck, Dan. Please, I can’t-ugh,” Y/n begged.

Whether she was begging him to stop or if she was begging him for more Y/n herself wasn’t quite sure. The over-stimulation was simultaneously pleasurable and unbearable. She tried squirming away but Daniel’s hands had a bruising hold on her hips keeping her in place.

“You said you can take it, so fucking take it,” Daniel grunted, lifting one leg onto the bed for better leverage.

The new angle allowed him to plow even deeper into her. His hips slapping against her ass with a resounding smack after every sharp thrust. Y/n sobbed against the sheets as her second orgasm reached its peak. Overwhelmed by all the sensations her body went limp. The only thing keeping her from collapsing onto the bed completely was Daniel’s hold on her hips keeping her up. 

Daniel’s thrusts turned sloppy, falling out of rhythm as he neared his second orgasm as well. With her walls clenching around him, he couldn’t hold it in any longer. He gave her one last thrust burying himself deep inside her before letting go. A guttural, cathartic moan escaped his lips as his eyes rolled back. He twitched inside her, spurted every bit of his cum along her walls.

Setting his leg back down, he fell on top of her. He nuzzled his face in her neck and peppered sweet kisses along her skin before he pulled out. A bit of his cum leaking out of her hole and onto the bed as he did so. The waves of pleasure he felt washed away all the animosity and anger he was feeling earlier. Feeling much more relaxed, he fell on his back with a satisfied sigh. Y/n laid on her side to face him now. He was the picture of bliss. Curls sticking to his sweaty forehead, lips parted and eyes shut basking in his high.

“You were right, that was a lot better than yelling at each other,” Daniel admitted.

Y/n chuckled scooting closer to him, laying her head on his chest and draping her arm over his torso. They laid there wrapped in each other’s arms, enjoying a rare moment of peace and quiet when a sudden ringing interrupted them.

Daniel opened his eyes, recognizing it as his phone. He got off the bed and searched for his phone among the clutter of his own mess and the clothes they aimlessly discarded

“Hey,” Daniel answered his phone. “Yeah. No, yeah I’ll be down in a bit. Yeah. Alright, see ya.”

Y/n sat up, watching as he grabbed a pair of clothes from his closet, rushing to get dressed. 

“I’ve got to head down to the briefing,” Daniel told her, jumping into a pair of black denim jeans before slipping on his white McLaren polo.

He walked back to the bed, cupping her face lovingly before kissing her lips softly. “I’ll see you in a couple hours.”

Y/n nodded, looking up at him with a smile. There he is, she thought. There was the warm, affectionate, Daniel she knew and loved.

[rere-the-writer]

Can I request a fic where Elijah Mikaelson is in love with a human!Reader who isn't his usual type of woman. Reader is always getting in trouble and Elijah is trying to save

I love Elijah trying to save the women he love fics. Simping time baby.

Warnings: Fluff, A bit of angst, Elijah being a bit possessive, Hayley being a bitch, A bit of smut

You had been on your own since you were sixteen and taking care of yourself that was until you met Elijah Mikaelson one night at Rousseau's when he scared off one of your clients that followed you to the bar after you got off work. You shared a few drinks with Elijah sharing that fact you were a stripper and for once you weren't judged for it.

Since that night Elijah was became apart of your everyday life always looking out for you. At first it was sweet and you found him to be a gentleman but now you were annoyed.

"Long night?" Camille asked pouring you a glass of your favorite whiskey as you groaned.

"It would be if I could work Cami." You said downing your whiskey and Camille poured you another glass. Elijah had started to show up at your work paying for your whole shift which was a lot of money. Normally you wouldn't have a problem with it as many businessmen would pay for a stripper's whole shift but the other girls were starting to get jealous and your normal clients were scared off by Elijah.

"Elijah being a hand full?"

"Yes! I get at first he was being a gentleman but now he is getting on my nerves." You growled as you felt a hand on your back and you looked seeing it was Elijah.

"Thanks Cams but I am calling it a night." You said huffing annoyed paying for your drinks walking out and Elijah followed after you.

"Well you fu...." You were cut off by a every brave vampire had grabbed you and was about to bite you. Elijah was quick to kill the vampire then caught you when you tripped over yourself.

"Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." You tell Elijah pushing him away making him smirk. Elijah knew you were annoyed with him and angry with him following you everywhere. But Elijah couldn't help himself for being drawn to you.

"Why do you deny that you are mine?"

"What?! I don't belong to no one!" You growled glaring at Elijah as he couldn't help but find you just gorgeous with the fiery anger in your eyes.

"But you are. When you let me feed from you." Elijah tells you as you glared harder remembering that night you found him hurt nearly bleeding out by your apartment building. You brought him into your apartment cleaning him up and letting him drink from you unaware that you became his.

"You can't hold that against me!" You yell at Elijah then a squeak came from you when Elijah was suddenly in front of you. Elijah put an arm around you gripping your chin kissing you pulling a mewl from you letting him deepen the kiss.

"I am not holding it against you. It is true, you belong to me and if it was up to me you wouldn't have to work again."

You were flushed heart racing as you looked at Elijah shivering as he cupped your cheek rubbing it with his thumb. You knew Elijah well enough now to know he wasn't a man to let go of something. So you swallowed deciding to give into Elijah completely, you gently tugged him down brushing your lips lightly against his.

"Then take what is yours." You whispered looking up at Elijah seeing a dark glit in his eyes. Suddenly you were pressed up against a bedroom wall as Elijah kissed you roughly. Moans and growls filled the room as you both tore at one another's clothing.

You choked out a moan arching when Elijah had set a rough brutal pace once one the bed. Elijah wasn't going easy on you as if you had broke whatever self control he had.

"Elijah.." You panted out cupping his face kissing him hungrily feeling him grabbing your legs moving higher placing one leg over his shoulder the other in the crook of his arm. Elijah leaned back looking down at you seeing your hair damp by sweat face flushed gripping his sheets tightly.

"You take me so well. Is my baby going to cum again?" Elijah asked watching you throw your head back mouth hanging open shaking when he began to rub your clit.

"I.....I..I can't." You tell him turning your head burying your face in the sheets as Elijah smirked leaning down not letting up one bit.

"Come on baby. Just one more." Elijah says latching onto your neck as you shook and whined under him. You felt the air leave you arching off the bed clinging to Elijah biting down hard on his shoulder as you cummed hard with Elijah growling lowly following after.

You fell back against the bed feeling weak as you panted Elijah smiled brushing the hair from your face as the bite mark you left was healing. Elijah gently kissed you then peppered you neck with kisses.

"If....I knew...this was what...I get for giving in....I would have done it months ago." You panted as Elijah chuckled getting up and gently began to clean you up.

"Any lesser man wouldn't have cared as much as I did." Elijah said pulling you into his arms smiling as you kissed his chest.

"Next time....I'll show you my talented mouth." You tell him trying to leave marks on his neck. Elijah laughed pulling you closer kissing you gently.

"I look forward to it baby." Elijah said rubbing your bare back kissing the crown of your head. You woke before Elijah and carefully got out of bed stealing one of his botton ups then grabbed your panties glad he didn't torn them.

"You must be the stripper." You heard someone say as you had gone down to get a snack and water. You looked up seeing it was Hayley, you knew who she was as Elijah told you about her when you indulge him with a private dance.

"I'm......"

"Look I don't care. We both know what you are. A gold digger. Let me guess you let Elijah pay for a few dances, then manipulated Elijah into bed to use him."

You swallowed hiding the pain of what Hayley said and normally you could take it as you were use to wives coming to yell at you. But this hit harder for some reason and you didn't know why. You looked at Hayley.

"No...that's not...what I'm."

"Really? Elijah had spent a lot of money on you and now you are sleeping with him. I think we both know that is a lie. Elijah needs someone better that isn't some lonely stripper." Hayley said as you stood up leaving the kitchen as Hayley stood there arms crossed.

You were on autopilot putting your pants on grabbing your shirt not changing out Elijah's and grabbed your purse looking at a sleeping Elijah. You decided to not leave a note and left the compound not seeing that Hayley was watching.

"Are you sure?" Your boss asked frowning handing your last check to you. You had told your boss that you were quitting and thank her for taking such good care of you.

"Y...y...yeah I just...need something new." You said normally a strong woman but Elijah had soften you. As you used to now being taken care of, able to feel safe for once but what Hayley said hit too close.

"Okay suga but know you are always welcome back. You're family." Your ex boss said hugging you and you hugged back. You said goodbye to the bartender, Andy, and bouncer Daniel both were like big brothers you never had. Once you got your boxes in your car you left New Orleans.

It hurt to leave but you knew you could run into Elijah a little too easy and you knew you'll crawl back to the vampire. You drove until you reached New York finding a tiny apartment and settled down there.

"Where could she have gone?" Elijah growled as Freya was doing a locater spell which was being proven difficult. It only took Elijah an hour to noticed you had left not only his side but the city.

"What is going on?" Hayley asked seeing an angry Elijah and smirking Klaus as Freya was trying to locate something.

"Elijah's little dancer had ran away."

"Oh? I didn't know you were dating." Hayley said thinking she kinda knew who Klaus was about but she wasn't too sure.

"Little wolf they weren't dating. More like the girl belongs to Elijah. But for some reason she left." Klaus said smirking devilishly making Hayley nervous thinking Klaus may know something.

"Belonging to him?"

"I saved her from a client that was too pushy. We talked shared a drink then a month later I was wounded bleeding out in front of her building. She cleaned me up and allowed me to feed from her."

"Since then she is the only one he feeds from unless it is a blood bag." Klaus said surprising Hayley as she looked at Elijah.

"Is that a normal vampire thing?"

"Yes and last night I finally got her to fully give herself to me. But someone has sow seeds of lies in her so once I bring her home. I will find who drove her from me."

Elijah's tone was dark and Klaus stood seeing the red door opening. While Klaus knew what you meant to Elijah, he didn't think you were red door opening worthy.

"I am sure whoever's responsible brother, didn't know how much Y/N meant to you." Klaus said slowly as Hayley looked at Klaus shocked. Now Klaus over heard that morning now he was planning to tease Hayley but now knowing Elijah's red door was opening. It was different.

"Do you know something Niklaus?" Elijah asked calmly too calm as Klaus knew he could take Elijah, Klaus knew Hayley wouldn't have a chance. And before Klaus could say a word he was glad Freya interrupted.

"She is in New York." Once those words left Freya, Elijah was gone. Klaus looked to Hayley.

"Pray Elijah, gets her back Hayley as there is so much I can do to calm Elijah." Klaus said as Hayley let out a breath she didn't know she was holding.

You had just gotten off work feeling sore as the new place you danced at was more demanding but the tips were bigger. You locked your apartment door dropping your bag and keys on the hall table and kicking off heels.

"I would have gotten you a bigger place." You nearly screamed when you saw Elijah sitting in your chair.

"Elijah wh...." You were cut off by Elijah giving you a heated kiss lifting you up by your thighs. You couldn't help but moan into the kiss as Elijah growled deeply taking you over to the chair he was sitting in.

"Now baby. Why did you leave and don't lie." Elijah said pulling you closer as you swallowed seeing the dark glit in his eye the same one he had before fucking you silly.

"I ran into Hayley and well......" You trailed off insecurities you had long forgotten came flooding back as you realized the reason it hurt was because you were in love with Elijah.

"Baby, what happened?" Elijah asked gently wiping the tears at fell from your eyes. You took a shakey breath looking at Elijah seeing his eyes soften.

"Hayley called me a gold digger, telling me that I used you and told me you need.......someone that wasn't a lonely stripper."

Elijah felt a flare of anger for what Hayley had done but focused on you placing soft kisses on your skin reaching up behind you unzipping your dress.

"If anyone needs better baby. It is you, remember I chased you. You could never use me as you are too good for that." Elijah says undressing you slowly until you were in only lingerie.

"But...." You were silenced by a kiss as Elijah held the back of your head gently tugging on your hair. You moaned softly rolling your hips but Elijah stopped you with his other hand.

"I need to punish you for leaving and coming to me about this problem."

"Before you can I just say I love you Elijah." You tell him flushing as arousal flooded your veins seeing the dark look Elijah gave you.

"I love you too baby." Elijah says softly picking you up as he stood up taking you to your bedroom. Indeed Elijah's punishment was one you wouldn't forget as he took you to a place that you didn't know could be reached.

You panted laying on Elijah as he traced random patterns on your bare back as you both whispered I love yous. You both knew you weren't going to let the other go any time soon.

[redhead-batgal]

Hi 😁 Could I request either (31.} “Good morning gorgeous,” “Fuck off I’m trying to sleep.” 8.}  “Why do you have to be so cute?” “Why do you have to be so hot?” 27.} “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”) Or ( 21.} “If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.” & 1.}  “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.”) with Dick Grayson?

Type: Two-Shot

Pairing: Fem! and Librarian! Reader x Dick Grayson/Nightwing

Part One: Here

Prompts: ☙1: “I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” ☙8: “Why do you have to be so cute?” “Why do you have to be so hot?”☙21:“If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.” ☙27: “I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.” ☙31:“Good morning gorgeous,” “Fuck off I’m trying to sleep.”

Content: Cursing, mentions of abuse, implied sickness, a minor curses, depressive thoughts (the negative Nancy’s may suck y’all but they bring in the fluffiest fluff), flashbacks, little bit of angst, FLUFFY so freaking fluffy, heavily reader x Nightwing, good luck 😂

Word Count ([Mama Mia] Here we go again!): 10,108 words

(P.S. I saw these prompts and thought hmm what could I do and the idea for a part two popped in my head. Hope you guys enjoy it!)

(P.P.S So I’ve recently decided that I’m gonna do OC stuff so like two of my OC’s with stories are going to make an appearance. Let me know what you guys think of them. 😉)

(P.P.P.S I’m putting an author’s note at the end so if ya wanna read it it’ll be there. And don’t worry I won’t count the author’s note in the words count.)

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The unexpected tends to hit you when you don’t expect it, obviously, however sometimes the unexpected hits you literally at the worst times. Things from your past can come back to punch you in the gut, things you had forgotten about can return and bring a host of memories with them, good or bad. 

The unexpected can cause revelations to come to you, for you to realize things you should have thought of, things you should have seen before. It can cause you to realize certain feelings and certain people are more important than you ever thought. 

The unexpected can be kind, but it can also be ruthless. It can give you new relationships but it can also cause you to remember things better left forgotten.  Things like past relationships and mistakes you wish you never made. 

The unexpected is... well unexpected. 

It hadn’t even been a full twenty-four hours since Dick Grayson asked you out when literally everything went to shit. 

It had all started when you began to receive texts from old friends telling you to lay low. They were very vague and it made your stomach shift due to nervousness. There was a number of reasons why they could have texted you, they could have been joking, they could have been referring to anything really.

The longer you thought about it the worse your stomach swirled. So when you got a call telling you to come to a meeting with a detective right after your shift at the police station you felt like you were going to puke. The more time that passed the worse you felt however right before you left you ran into Mira. 

“Hi, Y/N.” She said with a bright smile, “Are you excited for your date later today?” 

She wiggled her eyebrows at you and you gave her a nervous smile. She hadn’t meant to, but you were even more nervous now then before. Nodding you let out a sigh trying your hardest to push the nerves swirling in your stomach back.

“Yeah, yeah I am...” You paused for a moment noting how her hair was much shorter than before. 

She noticed your look of surprise and grinned in almost a wicked kind of way, her hazel eyes glittering. 

“I got my hair cut and now I feel like a woodland pixie!” 

You laughed and Mira raised a hand to the end of her hair fiddling with it before shifting slightly as if something was bothering her. And it was then that it occurred to you, you hadn’t asked her how things with Jason were going. 

“So,” You began, feeling a mischievous smile working its way onto your face, “how are things going with Jason?”

Mira’s let go of her hair and shrugged a look of almost disinterest on her face. She leaned against the wall before looking over her shoulder and sighing. 

“Well for one, after hanging out with him I’m like ninety percent sure we’re just better as friends.”

You nodded in understanding, it was common for that to happen and it pained you to see how many times people had told you or Mira to just go for the relationship just because it would give you experience. 

“I get that-” Before you could finish however she continued. 

“And there’s this girl...” 

Girl, there’s a girl? You couldn’t believe it! Not because Mira didn’t seem like the type but because she didn’t really get out enough to meet people.

“Ooo really? Where did you meet?”

A blush appeared on Mira’s face and she straightened out before the blush darkened and she averted your gaze. 

“She’s new to my apartment complex.”

You smiled widely trying not to giggle in excitement. Mira had been rambling to you for months about wanting a relationship even if it was just a fling, she wanted love and was angry at the gods she believed in for not sending any her way. 

“Ooo, very cool. I hope things work out better than with Jason.”

Mira’s blush dimmed slightly and she got a frustrated look on her face before she pushed away from the wall and the two of you began to walk again. Tucking her much shorter hair behind her ear she bit her lip before giving you a look. 

“I think that it wouldn’t have matter if we were just better as friends or if Rosemary was in the picture-”

You couldn’t help yourself, “Rosemary? Is that her name?”

Mira’s blush returned to her face making it red as she waved a hand at you almost as if to stop you from asking questions about her possible crush. You moved out of the way of her hands and you realized you hadn’t been thinking about your nerves. And the second you thought of them they came crashing back down on you. 

“I’ll tell you everything later I promise!” Mira remarks with a sigh, “Anyways, I’m pretty sure Jason has a thing for someone else.”

You froze for a moment blinking a few times in surprise, looking at Mira you raised an eyebrow in confusion. 

“Really? I could have sworn he liked you.” 

She shrugs before crossing her arms, tilting her head she gives you a look before smiling slightly. 

“I’m a psychology major at Gotham U Y/N. I noticed somethings and I don’t know I’m pretty sure he likes someone else... and in case you were worried it isn’t you.” 

You blinked a few times processing her words, Jason like you? Have a thing for you? Of course that couldn’t be true. Why would Mira think that you might think Jason might like you? He was like your brother! 

Mira laughed and you realized all your emotions were crossing your face in that moment. Blinking again you furrowed your brow in confusion. Shaking your head you couldn’t quite grasp the idea of Jason liking someone else.

“I just thought he liked you.”

“He likes the parts of me that remind him of this other girl. I mean like... we sorta talked about it, so it’s more as I know he likes someone else.” 

You gave her an exasperated look and Mira laughed nervously before taking a step back. She waved her hands smiling somewhat before saying,

“Listen I don’t know who, and he didn’t outright say it, but he might as well have. He said there’s this one girl he doesn’t think he’ll ever get over. Something about them being childhood friends and thinking she was dead.” 

Shaking your head you sighed, you hadn’t heard anything about this then again you and Jason both agreed to not talk about your pasts. Even thinking of it now makes you feel sick. Swallowing you pushed away the memories as Mira gave you a concerned look. 

“You okay Y/N? You got a little pale just now...”

Mira trailed off and you nodded brushing off her concern. Pulling your phone out of your pocket you noted the time and how you were supposed to be meeting the detective soon. Shoving it back into your pocket you hurried to say goodbye to Mira, you really didn’t want to be late to this meeting. 

“I’m fine. I promise, I’ve just got a meeting with some cop soon-”

“Do you think it’s about Daniel?”

You flinched at the sound of his name. Closing your eyes you took in a breath. You could think about him now... well briefly think about him, without feeling scared or panicking. However now that Mira said it, it made a whole lot more sense. All your friends telling you to lay low and the meeting with the detective. 

The room seemed to spin a bit and you felt hands on your arms. 

“Woah, woah Y/N. It could just be Dick wanting to meet with you about your date, you said he doesn’t have your number right?” Mira remarked, scrambling to get you back to your senses. 

You pressed a hand to your head and nodded even though you felt like you were going to puke. Mira began guiding you towards the door with a very concerned look on her face. 

“How about I drive you there? I don’t like the idea of you being alone right now.”

You must have nodded because the next thing you knew you were in the passenger seat of Mira’s car as the world seemed to go in slow motion. Things passed by your eyes but for some reason the only thing your brain could focus on was the fact that Daniel was more than likely back. 

Your throat felt tight and you tried to breathe but it got harder the longer you tried. Biting your lip, you forced air through your lungs. There was a faint sound in the background almost like a humming as you heard Daniel’s voice yelling at you. Dozens of phrases all at once, insults, accusations, anger in general. You felt your heart beat pick up when suddenly your lip felt warm and a sharp pain went through it. 

Blinking back into reality you realized that Mira had been talking to you and that you were pulling up to the station. The car stopped and Mira turned towards you, her eyes going wide automatically.

“Y/n you’re bleeding. Did you bust your lip or something?” 

Raising a hand to your face you pressed a finger to your mouth only to pull it away and find red. For a moment you weren’t in the passenger seat of Mira’s car but on the floor of that apartment. With him looming over you. Your breath caught and Mira was shaking you back into reality. 

“Y/n? Y/n are you okay?”

You nodded somewhat slowly before opening the door. Looking up you shot Mira a weak smile as worries about all the trouble you were causing her hit you like a train. 

“Yeah, sorry I’m fine. Thanks for taking me here... I’ll get a ride back to the library... you should go home.”

“Y/n-” Mira began when you cut her off by climbing out of the car. 

“I’ll be okay Mira. I promise.” 

Mira sighed and you turned back towards her. She nodded and you closed the door waving goodbye as she drove off. Turning back to the station you let out a sigh and straightened your posture before walking in. 

Inside a woman at a desk directed you to a Detective Brooklyn’s desk. Something about that name tickled the back of your mind but you pushed it back and walked towards where she directed before stopping in front of a woman’s desk. She looked to be a year or two younger than you and tired. She had a phone in her hands and you could faintly hear a little girl’s voice on the other end. 

“No Flori you cannot give Ace frosting. I don’t care if he really wants it... What do you mean Ria’s climbing on top of the cabinets? Flori I swear if you don’t- ... Tim, if you don’t get Alfred in there soon I’m going to- Hi Steph, yes it is so good to talk to you but can you please.... ugh. Duke hi... oh Alfred is handling everything? That’s fantastic. Could you please tell him thank you for me? Awesome!”  Her dark red-brown hair was pulled into a tight bun and she looked up to you, her deep brown eyes lined with exhaustion. 

However upon seeing you her eyes flickered for a moment before she held up a finger. Motioning for you to sit down. She nodded her mouth slightly open as if she wanted to say something to the other person on the line. 

“Yeah, yeah I know Ria. Frosting tastes really good. I hav- Hello Damian. I would love to come over and play with Titus, Ace, Ria, Flori and you but I’m at work right now- sorry your right I didn’t mean play, I meant I was going to help you guys exercise Titus and Ace... no we are not keeping William Snakespeare Ria, I don’t care that you named him- I have to go okay? I will handle this later. Yes I mean later, I have work to do- Hi. Yeah I’m still at the station. No, I’m meeting with her right now. Yes please. Thank you so much Babs. You are a lifesaver! Bye.”

Placing the phone on the receiver she sighed before looking at you. She smiled slightly almost weakly before she pulled a file off of her desk and opened it. 

“Hello Miss L/N. I’m Edelynne Brooklyn. Most people around here and in general call me Eddie.” 

You blinked twice as an image of the past hit you hard. 

You and your friend Elysa were sitting on the chairs at the station. You didn’t want to be there, your stomach churred at the thought, but Elysa had insisted saying how your relationship with Daniel had gotten too far. That he had taken it too far. You couldn’t fully see out of the black eye, but you knew it was better than not seeing at all and really it was your fault, if you had just made the food he wanted it never would have happened. 

“Hi, I’m Officer Brooklyn.” 

You looked up and saw a girl no more than nineteen with hair just below her ears, she had a fresh scar on her neck and something in her eyes reminded you of yourself. 

You had blinked and she had given you a look before offering you a smile of sorts. Gesturing with her head she began walking towards the dozens of desks. 

“This way please.” 

You stood up, not fully understanding why and Elysa gave you a look of surprise but followed after you and Officer Brooklyn. She stopped in front of a desk and gestured to a seat. You sat down not even looking at who was in front of you.

“Eddie what is this about-”

Something about that voice was familiar to you and you looked up, however instead of seeing someone familiar you saw a dark haired man with bright blue eyes in a uniform.  

The man in front of you blinked twice before holding out his hand and you flinched almost instinctively. Out of the corner of your eye you saw Eddie flinch as well. 

“I’m Detective Richard Grayson, it’s nice to meet you...?”

“I’m Elysa Aidenson. And I’m here because my friend needs help.” Elysa said instantly.

You shook your head in protest however Elysa ignored you. Detective Grayson did not, he instead looked at you and you felt like shrinking down in your chair. If Daniel knew you were here he’d kill you. Not only were you going to talk to the police, forced or not, about personal matters, you were without him in front of another man. 

“Why do you need help?”

“I don’t-” You began when Elysa scoffed. 

You sighed in almost frustration before remarking, “I don’t need help. He just got a little mad! He said it won’t happen again besides it’s more my fault then anything....”

Detective Grayson gave you a look almost as if what you said pained him and Officer Brooklyn had a strange look on her face almost as if what she was hearing was familiar. Detective Grayson leaned forward to say something but Officer Brooklyn stopped him before he could. 

“What’s your name?” She asked, her voice soft.

You looked at her and you didn’t see pity in her eyes but understanding, a recognition of some sort. You swallowed and looked at her for a moment more before turning back to Detective Grayson. 

“I’m Y/N. Y/n L/N.”

You blinked back into reality and found Detective Brooklyn writing something down in the file. Shaking your head slightly you blinked again. 

“You know,” Detective Brooklyn began not looking up from the file, “every time I see you come in here, you’re injured.” 

She looked up slowly from the file, a strange look on her face, almost worried.

“Though last time it was much worse.” 

You nodded somewhat slowly before clearing your throat. You had to figure out why you were here before the memories overcame you and you had a panic attack.

“Why am I here again Detective?” 

Detective Brooklyn tilted her head before raising an eyebrow at you, “You already know Y/n. He’s back. And he wants you.” 

The air caught in your throat and you choked out a breath staring at her in disbelief. 

“You didn’t even try to sugar coat it!” Was the only thing you could find yourself saying. 

Detective Brooklyn sighed, setting the file down before she shrugged, “Seemed to me that it wouldn’t help since you had already guessed. It’s why your lip is busted. You were biting your lip, I assume, and bit too hard... I would know. It’s happened to me before.”

Something about her words seemed to have a double meaning and you stared at her nose, it was a bit longer and a tad bigger then you remembered but it had been almost three years. 

“I just wanted to let you know because I’m going to be assigning you a protection detail starting tomorrow. Daniel Natalonie is one of the biggest players in the Gotham Underworld these days. Well him and Caleb Brooklyn.” 

She said the words as if she hadn’t just revealed something astronomical about herself. And that Daniel.. well he had gotten what he always wanted, power. You swallowed and Detective Brooklyn sighed. 

“Yes, Caleb Brooklyn is my father. No, I have no contact with him. However I do know that Daniel has a price on your head... well sort of. He is willing to pay big bucks to anyone that brings him you.”

You flinched and then watched her clench her fist regret flashing in her eyes before she shrugged and leaned back in her chair. 

“You have a choice here Y/N. You can have the protection detail... or well I have a few off the record friends who would be happy to help.”

You couldn’t help but think of Nightwing. In his black and blue suit smiling at you and your stomach flipped. Your memories were mixing, you knew because instead of seeing him sitting on your couch, he was on the fire escape smiling that same smile at you.  

“But if you want you can just have the normal protection detail.”  

You shifted in your seat and avoided her gaze. For a moment your eyes darted to her neck and the scar was still there. Isn’t wasn’t as fresh as it was almost three years ago, but it was still there. 

“I-”You began not fully sure of what you wanted to say, “I’ll do whatever works easiest for you.” 

Detective Brooklyn sighed slightly, shooting you a strange kind of smile. She then hesitated before holding up a hand and picking up the phone. She quickly punched in a number and held the receiver to her face. 

“Hi, It’s Eddie. Yeah I was wondering what the word about the protective detail for Y/N L/N was? ... They what? Okay, No, no I can handle it. Yeah. Thanks bye.” 

Rubbing her forehead she hung up the phone and gave you an apologetic look. Leaning back in her chair she opened her mouth to speak only to close it. Sighing once again she finally spoke. 

“For some reason they decided you don’t need a protective detail. Some jackass who is probably in Natalonie’s pocket planted the idea in some upper management's heads that you’ll be fine on your own and it’s not our job to keep you safe from ‘non-existent ’ threats.” 

You sank into your chair slightly giving her a nervous look when the phone suddenly rang. Detective Brooklyn picked it up running a hand across her forehead, as stray pieces of hair slipped out. 

“Eddie Brooklyn- oh hi Bruce.... they WHAT?” Standing up suddenly she got an alarmed look on her face before her voice cracked as she said, “I am so sorry about that! Oh so the kitchen didn’t catch fire? Alfred caught it? Oh thank goodness... so no one’s hurt? They’re on their way right now? Alright well thank you so much for allowing them to spend the day there. It was a big help.” 

She nodded, slowly sinking back into her chair and it was then that you realized Detective Brooklyn was talking about the Wayne family. Alfred, Bruce, Tim? Definitely the Wayne’s what confused you was who Ria and Flori were. Judging by the way she was acting you assumed it was Detective Brooklyn’s children. Though if they were playing with Damian they would have to be a bit older and unless she had kids at like fourteen that was highly unlikely. 

“Of course, yes... he’s on his way? Okay. Thank you again.” 

Hanging up the phone Detective Brooklyn stood up, yanking her coat on. You followed her to your feet and she grabbed a bag along with keys before moving away from her desk. 

“My shift is just about over, so I’m about to head out. Come with me would you? I have a few more questions I want to ask.” 

You followed Detective Brooklyn outside and just off to the side of the station was what looked like a fairly nice car. Two girls no more than eleven dashed from it towards you and Detective Brooklyn. 

“EDDIE!” The girl with bright red hair squealed as she ran towards her. 

Instead of smiling and moving towards the girl with the same excitement Detective Brooklyn gave the girl a reprimanding look. But it didn’t stop her from slamming into Detective Brooklyn, wrapping her into a hug. 

“Ria!”

A girl with a more sandy red-blonde hair who looked almost exactly like the redhead stopped right next to Detective Brooklyn and the first girl. 

Twins.

The word was at the front of your mind before you could stop it. The two girls looked at you; the redhead had bright green eyes and a wide smile. She pulled away from Detective Brooklyn and held out her hand. 

“I’m Ria!”

“Ria!” The other one remarked pulling on her arm, her dark blue eyes clouded. 

The redhead- Ria, looked to the other and smiled brighter. She grabbed onto her sister’s arm and pulled her forwards. 

“Come on Flori!  We need to be more friendly. This is the librarian I was telling you about.” 

You blinked twice before realizing the little girl you have given a book to right before panicking and cursing at Dick the other day was none other than the girl in front of you. 

The other girl, Flori,  gave Ria a look of surprise and asked, “When did you have time to go to the library?”

“When you were playing with Steph. Cass told me where to go.” 

Flori gave Ria a look of shock and Detective Brooklyn snorted. You took a step back for a moment. Something about the three of them made you want to smile, but it also made you want to get as far away as you possibly could. If Daniel was after you, he’d go through anyone... anyone to get to you. And you couldn’t put these girls in harm’s way. 

Turning to leave you noted the dark sky and remembered that you had no way to get home. Closing your eyes you let out a sigh however before you could even take another step you heard the sound of feet hitting the ground. Opening your eyes you saw Nightwing standing in front of you. 

However instead of his usual smile you found a concerned look on his face. He took a step forward looking at you almost as if he was checking you over for injuries. 

“Hey Nightwing,” Detective Brooklyn remarked, capturing his attention. 

The concern looked slipped away from his face and he quickly replaced it with a smile. 

“Detective... girls.” 

Ria laughed in what you could only call a maniacal way and Flori snorted. Smiling slightly you looked over to them and saw Ria looking between you and Nightwing a strange look on her face. Flori had a gleam in her eye and she and Ria shared a look before grinning in an evil kind of way. However before you could even think to question it Nightwing was asking you a question. 

“Huh?” You asked since you didn’t hear him. 

“Where do you think you are going?” He repeated, raising an eyebrow. 

You give him a confused look. Fiddling with your fingers you looked at him and he looked you in the eyes. Your cheeks flushed and you took a step back as the feelings wrapped around your throat.

“A-hot-ment- I mena- mean. I mean, I’m going back to my apartment why?”  

Nightwing raised an eyebrow at your comment before remarking, “Alone?”

You nodded and he sighed. Shaking his head he placed his hands on his hips and gave you an almost reprimanding look and you gave him a confused one. 

“Uh, yeah. I don’t really go home any other way.” You replied feeling even more confused than before. 

“With your psycho ex on the loose?”

You froze for a moment and you could swear you heard his footsteps. Swallowing you pushed the thought away and took a step back from Nightwing. A slightly surprised expression crossed his face and then he winced, dropping his arms. 

Shifting slightly you shrugged not wanting to meet his gaze. Rubbing on your arm you sighed trying your hardest to pick up the courage to look him in the eyes. However the thoughts hit you so hard you had to choke back tears.

Now look what you’ve done, you’ve upset him. Maybe it’s a good thing that Daniel’s back, maybe it’s a good thing he wants you again. After all you deserved everything that happened to you

You sunk into yourself a bit, parts of you tried to tell yourself that the thoughts were wrong but you didn’t truly believe it. Why did you always have to go and fuck everything up.

“I’ll be okay.” You finally forced out. 

Part of you wanted to assure Nightwing that it wouldn’t matter if you ended up dead because it would be for the best. However the thoughts weren’t through with you yet. 

You’re just phishing for sympathy for him to tell you you’re wrong because you know he will

But really you weren’t you just wanted him to stop caring because you weren’t ever going to change. You were terrible. Horrible. Awful really. 

“Hey, I know what you’re doing. Don’t do that. Don’t do it, don’t you dare!” Nightwing suddenly said. 

Before you could even react he had your face in his hands and was looking you dead in the eye. Cupping your cheeks he leaned in slightly.

“You are amazing Y/N. Completely and totally incredible honestly. You don’t deserve a single damn thing that happened to you. You are one of the funniest, kindest and honest to god prettiest women I ever met. You radiate this kind of light I haven’t seen anyone else radiate. You make my darkest days bright so don’t you dare think you are anything less than spectacular.” 

Your cheeks flushed and you gave him a surprised look as the feelings you’d been trying so hard to push back jumped straight into your throat and you had a violent urge to kiss him. 

However, you knew better. Mainly because as soon as he saw your bright red cheeks Nightwing let you go, his cheeks flushing slightly. He cleared his throat and you held a hand to your chest as if to catch the heart that was about to beat out of it. 

Of course you knew people cared about you but something as blunt as that... something so direct hit you hard. You swallowed again, your heart beating rapidly pushing all your nerves away.

“... If I can’t go home what am I going to do?”

Nightwing looked at you for a moment and you felt flustered. Your feelings were thrumming in your chest and lungs along with the beating of your heart.  However instead of saying anything he just looked at you. 

Someone cleared their throat loudly, and you looked to see a slightly smug looking Detective Brooklyn with the twins clinging to her sides.  She raised an eyebrow at Nightwing, who then took a step away from you. 

“Y/N can always crash with me if she wants... I mean if she doesn’t wanna have a sleepover with you, Blue.” 

You froze for a moment and the thought of Nightwing staying over at your apartment, of you talking to him early into the next morning... of you sleepily confessing your feelings to him. Heat flushed your cheeks again and you shook your head. 

“I uh,” You began causing both Nightwing and Detective Brooklyn to look at you, “I’ll stay with Detective Brooklyn tonight.... I mean for all we know Daniel’s waiting at my apartment to ambush me.”

You had stammered slightly but Nightwing nodded and a slight smile appeared on his face. The twins were looking at you, Ria’s green eyes were almost glowing and she blinked once then twice. 

“Why are you so pretty miss?” She asked bluntly.

Your blush intensified and you scrambled to answer her as you watched her sister nod in agreement, as if she had the exact same question. 

You wanted to reply but only gibberish came out. When the gibberish escaped you, Ria pointed a finger at you, her jaw dropping. Detective Brooklyn leaned forward and pushed Ria’s arm down. However a grin exploded onto Ria’s face and she began jumping up and down. 

“The nice and pretty librarian does what I do!” 

She squealed with delight and all the worry about embarrassing yourself slipped away from you. Ria turned towards Flori and stuck her tongue out at her before blowing a raspberry. 

“I told you pretty people could do that!”

Flori smiled slightly before rolling her eyes, “I’m still the attractive twin.” She remarked.

She then used her finger to pull her nose up and she snorted a few times continuing, “Miss Piggy.”

“Liking food does not make me a pig.” 

“Naming your stomach does make you a loser though.” Flori retorted.

Ria gasped in a clear dramatic fashion as she pressed her hand to her chest, “Marshmallow and I are both offended, that was very rude Flori.” 

Detective Brooklyn snorted, then tried to cover it up by coughing and looking away as she smiled fondly. Catching you staring at her, her smile widened and she laughed slightly. Then she turned to the girls and sighed. 

“Alright ladies, it’s time to head home.”

“But Eddie!” They said in unison.

“If we go home we can have a movie night and eat those cupcakes I’ve been hiding for you guys.”

“CUPCAKES?” Ria squealed as Flori’s jaw dropped. 

It was then a hand came down on your shoulder and you flinched slightly. Looking you found Nightwing giving you a concerned look again. You blinked at him almost asking what was wrong. 

“You gonna be okay?”

Turning back towards the girls who were now having a poke war, you smiled and nodded. 

“I think I’m going to be just fine.”

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Nightmares of the past, memories so clear you could even taste them, yanked you from your sleep. 

Ghost touches raced across your skin and you shuttered, pulling your legs to your chest, you took in a deep breath and tried to calm down. However it was a bit difficult. Your breathing was erratic and no matter how hard you tried you couldn’t calm yourself down. However, when you heard the small soft voices you began to come back into reality. 

“Do you think a hug will help?”

“It doesn’t help me when I get like that. But it might, I think she’s just scared not... Should we ask Eddie?” 

“Maybe Ria. Maybe.”

You took a deep breath in and your breathing slowed down, closing your eyes, you took in another breath. As you let it out you felt someone sit down next to you. Peeking an eye open you saw Flori looking up at you with concern and curiosity mixed on her face. 

“Are you okay, miss?”

You nodded slowly, taking another breath in you nodded a bit more firmly and looked at her. Accidentally you met her eyes and her dark blue eyes reminded you of the color of the sky right before night fully took over. She blinked and raised an eyebrow at you slightly confused. 

“Are you sure? Do you want a hug?”

Before you knew what you were doing you replied, “I’m fine... but a hug would be nice.” 

Flori’s face brightened and she wrapped her small arms around you. You returned her hug and saw over Flori’s shoulder, Ria lurking in the darkness a blanket wrapped around her shoulder. She stepped forwards into the light and blinked. Her face was paler than earlier, she looked empty for a moment before she blinked and a smile was on her face. 

It, being around Ria and Flori, reminded you of your childhood. Of your busy household and the noise, the laughter that it always held. 

When you heard the sound of angry whispering you blinked and Flori pulled away from you. She looked back to Ria and the two got excited looks on their faces. Suddenly Flori was off the couch and Ria was running down the hall. Flori froze and turned back towards you. She held out her hand and smiled.

“Come on.” 

You didn’t exactly know how you felt about a ten year old telling you what to do but you stood up and took her hand. Curiosity was burning through you, what could get the girls this excited? 

You turned the corner and Ria was leaning around another corner smiling brightly. She saw the two of you and motioned for you to come towards her. You did and stopped before peering around the corner as well. 

What you saw was... well incredibly surprising.

The window was open and Detective Brooklyn- Eddie was trying to shove Red Hood out it. 

“Aw come on doll.” 

“Y/n is here Hood. She knows I’m a cop and that you have a warrant out for your arrest!”

“Commissioner Gordon told me if I turn enough criminals in to him that would go away.”

“He did not! He would never.” 

Red Hood shrugged before throwing his hands out in a I guess so motion. Eddie took this opportunity to get him mostly out of the window before he realized what she was doing and grabbed onto the window frame, pulling himself back in and undoing her work. Flori and Ria giggled, catching his attention. He turned towards you, poking his head back into the apartment.

“Girls! Come on out and help me, will ya?”

Flori snorted but moved out from the corner, Ria went to do so but paused first rubbing at her chest slightly before shaking her head and following after her sister. 

You watched from around the corner as the girls stopped at Eddie’s side. She gave them a stink eye as she continued to try and push Red Hood out the window.

“You two shouldn’t be up. Especially you Ria.” 

Taking the opportunity, due to Eddie being distracted, Red Hood pushed himself back into the apartment. Eddie wobbled and then fell on her butt cursing. 

“Hood!” She snapped her face flushing.

Red Hood sighed before climbing back through the window. He looked at the girls and they laughed in a maniacal way. He laughed slightly before sighing again. 

“You guys wanna try and convince her to let me in?”

The girls looked at each other then at Eddie and shook their heads. At least they’re loyal, you thought with a smile. 

“I have a front door and you have normal clothes. If you had done this the normal way, you and I wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” Eddie replied as she stood up.

“What would we be doing if I did it the normal way?”

You had to stop yourself from snorting. Eddie’s face was still flushed from when she hit the floor however you caught her eye roll and the hand gesture she showed him but not the girls. 

Putting up his hands in defeat he nodded, “Fine, fine you win. Can I at least have a kiss goodbye?”

Eddie froze for a moment, you saw her tilt her head to the side before she blinked and shook her head. 

“No.” 

Red Hood crossed his arms and you were sure though you didn’t know him very well that under his helmet he was pouting, “Why not?”

“Because I know you Ja-. I know you Hood and if you can convince me to kiss you, you’re going to think you can convince me to let you in.” 

Instead of replying Red Hood was silent which seemed strange. Looking towards him you saw him facing the girls and Ria’s wobbling slightly. 

“Hood what’s-”

“You alright Squirt?” Red Hood asked, hopping in through the window and moving towards Ria.

“Ugh,” She muttered, her voice weak, “my chest hurts.”

It was then she dropped towards the ground. However instead of hitting the ground Red Hood caught her and pulled her up slightly. 

“Ria!” Both Eddie and Flori exclaimed. 

The two of them rushed towards her and Flori grabbed onto Ria’s arm as Eddie looked her over. 

“Did you take your medicine Ria?”

The girl shook her head and Eddie glared at her. 

“I don’t like them.” Ria mumbled as she leaned against Red Hood. 

“I don’t care if you don’t like them, Ria, you need them... Flori would go and-” Eddie began but before she could even finish Flori was up and out of sight. 

Before you knew it your found yourself in front of Eddie and Red Hood. You heard Flori’s footsteps racing around the apartment. 

“Is-” You began hearing your voice crack, “is she gonna be okay?” 

Eddie looked at you and for a moment you saw her gaze jump to Red Hood in a kind of nervous way. However, Red Hood answered your question.

“If she takes her meds, she’ll be fine. But the stubborn little squirt doesn’t like to.” 

“They taste like shit.” Ria mumbled.

There was a pause of silence and Eddie glaring at Red Hood. She gave him a I told you so look. And he sighed. 

“This is why I don’t like you cursing around them.”

“She cursed the bat brat out the other day. I don’t think it’s got anything to do with me.”

“She did what?”

“Curse the bat brat out. It was amazing. He couldn't even say a reply, he was stunned by Squirt’s colorful and creative wit.” 

Ria laughed slightly before wincing and Eddie sighed. She rubbed her face looking even more exhausted than before and Flori came dashing back into the room, carrying a medicine bottle and a water bottle. 

Flori passed them to Eddie who gestured to Red Hood to hold Ria up a bit more before looking at you. Flori passed you her head hanging down slightly. 

“Would you,” Eddie began after Flori turned around the corner, “watch Flori for me? She always has a hard time when Ria has her fits.” 

You nodded without thinking and turned to follow after her. Walking a bit quicker you made it in front of Flori and Ria’s room just as the door shut. You raised a hand and your heart began pumping your chest. 

You shouldn’t bother her-

If she freaks out whenever her sister has fits she probably needs someone to talk to, if you don’t talk to her she’ll be alone and afraid

Knocking on the door  you waited for a moment before hearing a very quiet,  “Come in.”

Opening the door you peeked your head in to see Flori sitting on one of the beds in the room. In one corner was a bed up against the wall with art and posters of musicals and ballets on it. In the other corner was a bed with nothing on the wall. Flori sat on the bed against the wall with the posters and art. 

She stared at the other bed, her knees against her chest and her head resting on the tops of her knees. Walking into the room, you closed the door behind you and moved to sit on the bed next to Flori. 

“Her room is like this back home too.” She whispered as you sat down. 

You pulled your legs onto her bed into a crisscross. Resting one arm by your stomach you set your other arm on top of the resting one’s fist and leaned your head against your free hand. 

“What do you mean?” You dared to ask. 

Flori sighed and pulled her legs tighter against her chest. 

“Ria’s bedroom walls. They’re blank. She has no dreams, no ambitions, nothing. She refuses too... Did you know she loves to dance? Nearly as much as I do. She knows every move I know, her favorite ballet is Giselle because she believes she can relate. But she refuses to tell our parents how much she loves to dance. Did you know Ria has the voice of an angel when she sings? She loves to sing too... she loves to do all the things she shouldn’t.”

Your brow furrowed in confusion as Flori’s voice turned bitter and sharp. 

“She is so full of life to be... to be dying.” 

You blinked twice and released a breath as you began to understand what was going on.  

“Why- is she-” You began struggling on how to word it. 

“She’s sick.”  Was all Flori said. 

“Oh,”

“Yeah.” 

You let out a sigh, for a moment you saw your mother in a hospital bed smiling at you softly. Fiddling with your hands you began to debate on whether or not to tell her your story. 

“My mother... she had breast cancer. It tore her apart, seeing her in the hospital bed... slowly wasting away,” You remarked, sighing softly, “it nearly killed my father. It hurt me even though I was a little too young to fully understand. But... she got better, she recovered. She made it though it, Ria can too-”

“Ria’s sickness isn’t something she can recover from or get over. It isn’t cancer, it isn’t a cold, it isn’t the flu. Her sickness isn’t something you can catch and then get over. It’s been consuming her life since the day we were born! She’s going to die, she knows it too. It’s why she tries so hard to be bright, to be bubbly and nice despite- despite all she’s going through.” Flori snapped tears appearing in her eyes, “Our parents have kept her locked in the house for most of our lives... she has never seen a beach or even snow. Ria has no idea the thrill of tumbling down a hill or what it’s like to ride a bike because- because they never let her. Ria is going to die never having truly lived and it kills me.” 

You had no idea what to say to her, or even how to begin to comfort her. Wringing your hands you bit your lip as you looked the girl over. She turned to you, tears in her eyes. 

“Why? Why did it just have to be her? Why couldn’t it be me too? She’s so alone in this and- and I don’t know what to do! She has no friends, she has me, our parents and Eddie and that’s it! I have friends, I have so many people but- but it just doesn’t seem right. We are twins, we are supposed to share everything, why couldn’t we share this?” 

You blinked twice, Flori really wanted to make sure her sister knew she wasn’t alone but she didn’t seem to realize lamenting over the fact that it was only Ria was the one who was sick. 

“How about instead of trying to pin blame on someone for being sick you try to make her feel like her sickness isn’t the only thing about her.” You tried waving your hands, “I mean it’s clear you love her. But it isn’t your fault that she’s sick. It’s not like you wanted her to be born like this. And it seems like your parents are treating her like the only thing she is, is sick. Treat like she’s... well Ria. And I think it will make things easier for both of you.”

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw Flori lower her legs away from her chest and she sat up straight. Rubbing her nose she nodded somewhat slowly. 

“You’re right.” 

You turned towards her  and she smiled at you slightly before leaning forwards and hugging you. 

“Thank you Miss L/N.” 

Pulling apart you gently patted Flori’s head and shot her a soft smile, “How about you get to bed. I bet Ria will be fine in the morning.” 

Flori nodded and you got up to leave. However she grabbed onto your arm stopping you in your tracks. 

You looked down at her slightly confused. 

“Uh, Would you stay?” She asked looking up at you. 

You sighed and smiled. Nodding she quickly pulled back the covers on her bed and patted a side of it. You climbed into the bed and Flori smiled at you. 

“Thank you,” She whispered with a yawn before closing her eyes, “thank you.”

You looked at her for a moment before nestling into the pillow and closing your eyes with one thought in your head. 

It’s nice to be wanted.

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It had been almost two weeks since you crashed at Edelynne Brooklyn’s apartment. Two weeks since Daniel returned to town and put a price on you, two weeks since Nightwing became your personal “bodyguard.” 

You would be lying if you were to say you weren’t surprised when you arrived back at your apartment, accompanied by Detective Brooklyn or Eddie. There seemed to be no sign of Daniel or any of his goons. So you settled back into your apartment. 

However, Eddie informed you, for your safety it would be better for you to stay at your apartment. Not only due to the fact that she and the vigilante’s could easily surveille it, but due to the fact that Daniel could very easily convince someone to lead you away from the library to grab you. 

At first you were a little bummed and it occurred to you that you had missed your date with Dick, however he didn’t try to contact you nor did Jason. Instead of worry about it you were actually having a lot of fun with Nightwing

And while Nightwing was fun to hang around and the longer you spent around him the stronger your feelings got, sometimes he was really fucking annoying. 

After a late night working on library business from home you decided to sleep in the next morning, Nightwing it seemed, decided that wasn’t going to happen. 

At seven in the morning while you were blissfully asleep you felt something gently tap your shoulder, then your face. Blinking blearily you sat up. 

“Good morning Gorgeous.” 

Standing over your in his classic black and blue costume was Nightwing. Grumbling, you flopped back onto your bed and pulled your covers over your head. 

“Fuck off,” You stated loud enough he could still hear you, “I’m trying to sleep.” 

You heard a slight snort, then suddenly your blanket was gone and you were lying on your bed shivering. Sitting up you glared at Nightwing who held your stolen blanket in his gloved hands. 

Readying yourself into a crouched position you waited for a moment before jumping towards the blanket. Just as you were about to grab it Nightwing yanked it out of your reach and caught you in his arms. 

He laughed at your frustrated expression and as you crossed your arms and pouted. Setting you on the ground he smiled broadly at you and remarked.

“Why do you have to be so cute?”

Without thinking you replied looking him dead in the eyes, “Why do you have to be so hot?”  

Nightwing blinked a few times, looking slightly shocked, he lowered your blanket closer to the floor and looked at you almost as if he didn’t believe it. 

“What did you say?”

You froze as you realized what you said. Your face flushed and you shifted slightly, breaking his gaze before looking to the floor. 

“Nothing, it was nothing.”

Nightwing gave you a skeptical look before he leaned towards you a suggestive smile on his face. Your face turned a brighter shade of red and you realized this was a perfect opportunity to grab the blanket from his hands. 

Lunging forwards you yanked the blanket from him. You had just grasped it and began to pull away when Nightwing began to pull back until he didn’t. The blanket went limp in your hands and you fell onto your butt. 

Nightwing blinked twice and shook his head. Running his hand through his hair he let out a frustrated grunt before sighing. 

“I’ve- I’ve got to go. But I’ll be right back.” 

He headed towards the window and you blinked in surprise. Scrambling to your feet you chased after him grabbing onto his arm. He turns back towards you, a clearly torn expression on his face.

“Wait,” You said, giving him a confused look as the thoughts descended upon you. 

He’s leaving, he’ll never come back, it’s because you’re a mistake a problem a beast-

“Where are you going?”

Nightwing looked at you and sighed, he then stroked the side of your face with one of his hands. You leaned into his touch and then he pulled away. 

“I’ve got to go, the other vigilante’s need my help with something but I’ll be right back.”

You blinked and realized while it had been fun with Nightwing being here and hanging out with him you could finally get out of your apartment. You smiled at him and then he gave you a suspicious look. 

“You, “ he began looking at you, “are going to stay here, Okay?”

“But-” You protested for a moment throwing your hands up before he cut you off taking your face into his hands. 

“If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.” He said somewhat slowly as he rested his head against yours. 

Your cheeks flushed once again and you blinked a few times. Pulling away from you he sighed and slowly pulled his hands away from your cheeks. He probably said goodbye but you were in too much shock to realize it and before you knew he was on your window sill and then gone. 

You sighed feeling the temptation to leave however his words echoed in your ears and you shook your head. 

“If anything happened to you, it would utterly ruin me.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest  and you sat down by the window resting your chin in your hand and you waited. And waited. And waited. You waited even when the storm clouds rolled in, even when they split open and rain began to pour down. You waited for hours. It was only when the night was turning day again as the rain continued to pour from the heavens that he returned. 

Your window swung open and your stomach swirled, however it was a soaked Nightwing that came through the window and not Daniel or some random thug. 

You rushed towards him and quickly wrapped him in a hug. 

“I’m so glad you’re okay! I was so worried about you. I don’t know what I  would have done if something happened to you. I mean like I don’t really think my feelings matter since your a hero and whatever and people would say so much shit to you if anything started between us- not that it would. But it’s just I care about you a lot.” You rambled as you pressed your face into his chest.

Oh gosh, you couldn’t believe you just blurted all of that out. Maybe he didn’t hear all of it. Maybe some of it was muffled. Maybe, you hoped, maybe. 

For a moment the world seemed to stop and everything was right. Then Nightwing had his hands on your shoulders and pulled you away from him. He gave you a slightly angry look and you instantly regretted your little ramble.

“What is this nonsense about other people? I love every damned piece of you no matter what anyone else says.”

You blinked once, then twice, then three times before you fully understood what he said.

“I love every damned piece of you ”

“No matter what anyone else says.”

Your heart skipped a beat and you gave him a wide-eyed look. Your pretty sure your jaw had dropped and your stomach swirled as you replayed his words over and over and over again in your head. 

“You,” You began your voice almost squeaking, “love me?”

Nightwing smiled and nodded, pressing his head against yours. 

“Of course I love you. I’d be an idiot not to.” 

You blushed and flushed and tried to stutter out a reply but unfortunately you couldn’t. Your cheeks were heated and you felt your heart racing in your chest. 

For some reason the first thing your mind jumped to was Dick Grayson, how you had a crush on him no matter your feelings- your love for Nightwing. 

“But-” You began taking a step back from him, “I- I have a crush.”

A smile slowly formed on Nightwing’ s face as you took another step back from him. 

“I mean I love- like. LIKE! I like you but, I do have a crush and - and” You rambled shaking your hands very confused. 

Nightwing laughed, he actually laughed and you felt your cheeks flushing an even darker color. He took a step towards you and you took a step away from him. He raised his hands almost in defense and remarked, 

“About that...”

“About what?” You asked, suddenly feeling suspicious.

“About the whole crush and me thing, I know who your crush is.” 

You gave him a confused look and shook your head. there was no way he knew who your crush was, there wasn’t!

“It’s Dick Grayson.”

You looked at him in surprise, your jaw dropping nearly in shock. He laughed slightly at your face before taking a step towards you. This time you didn’t take a step back. He got closer until he was right in front of you.  

“And I,” Nightwing began, reaching up for his eye mask, “Am Dick Grayson.”

He took off his eye mask and looked at you. You blinked your eyes going wide as you saw his face. His very much Dick Grayson face. 

Nightwing is Dick Grayson. Dick Grayson is Nightwing......

You talked about your crush to your crush.........

As your mind exploded in on itself Nightson- Dickwing- the man in front of you held out his hands as if he was going to catch you were you to faint. 

You laughed slightly then proceeded to place your face in your hands and let out moans of despair. 

He knew. 

He knew every little thing that you thought- well most of the things that you thought. He knew of your side of the situation- wait. Wait, why did he ask that? Why did he-

“Why did you ask me if my anxiety tends to make me tune people out?” You found yourself questioning.

Dickwing- or whoever he was smiled at you and laughed slightly before replying,

“Well, because when we were in the aisle at the library and you asked what I liked I said I like you.” 

You froze once again blinking in surprise. So he tried to ask you out previously. That’s why Jason and Damian were laughing. 

Jason and Damian.... if Dick was Nightwing that meant they were probably vigilante’s too. Red Robin.... definitely Tim. 

Bruce must be Batman which would mean Damian is Robin. That just left Jason. 

However, before you could try and figure out which vigilante Jason was, your phone buzzed. Pulling it out of your pocket you looked at your phone to see a text from Eddie. 

Eddie: Come to the station, now, you need to see this.

You showed ... Dick your phone. He hummed slightly and gave you a look. 

“We might as well go... but first let me change”

You nodded with a sigh and went and got your coat. 

Before you knew it you were walking up to the station. On the roof of the station was a flash of red. As you got closer you realized it wasn’t a flash but a helmet. Sitting on the roof of the Gotham City police department was Red Hood. 

He spotted you and Dick and waved. You blinked as you noticed the other man tied up on the roof looking fairly angry. It was Daniel.  Your breathing stopped for just a moment until he tried to wriggled only for Red Hood to kick him and for Daniel to stop moving.

“Oh would you look at that, it’s a pretty librarian. How ya doin sweetheart?” Red Hood remarked getting just a bit closer to you. 

You heard Dick sigh and gave Red Hood a confused look. Slowly the gear in your mind began to turn. 

“I assume,” Red Hood mused since he didn’t get an answer from you, “You’re doing much better now that scum like Natalonie’s off the streets am I right?” 

Before you could reply Eddie walked out of the station looking at her phone. She looked up at you and waved before walking towards you. She stopped at your side and gestured towards Red Hood. 

“See what I mean?” She remarked.

“Detective, Detective, Detective,” Red Hood whistled looking at Eddie, “where can I get your number?” 

Eddie replied in a sweet tone, “Up your ass maybe?”

Red Hood laughed before getting even closer to the edge of the roof, “Come on doll that’s no way to be.”

“Fuck off to some one who care Hood.” Eddie replied, flipping him the bird. 

You heard Red Hood laugh again but before he could say anything else he looked in a different direction and his shoulders sank a little. Looking back to Eddie, had he not been wearing a helmet you swear he would be smiling. 

“I guess I’ll have to try you again later Detective.” 

Eddie rolled her eyes, the semblance of a smile starting to form on her face, she shook her head and flipped him off again, “In your dreams Hood.” 

“Where else would they be doll?” Red Hood remarked before giving a quick salute and taking off. 

It took you a moment to realize it but the puzzle piece began to fit together. How Eddie nearly called Red Hood by his name, why he seemed to know who you were, why he talked to you so casually when you met him when you were staying with Eddie. 

Red Hood was Jason... which meant Eddie was the girl. The one he couldn’t get over. It all made sense... well sort of.  

“Oh my gosh.” You muttered pressing a hand to your face as you realized that Eddie shoved Jason out a window. 

“You just connected it didn’t you?” Dick asked with a smile.

You looked at him slightly confused, raising an eyebrow almost in question, you give him a confused look. 

“Daniel’s going to prison for a very long time.” Eddie informed you as she looked at her phone again shaking her head, she looked up and smiled at you. 

“Have fun you two,” She then said with a wink before turning to walk away. 

You flushed slightly before turning to Dick. He smiled at you and you took in a breath. 

He was the only man who had your affections. Basically All the Man that you needed. So you should probably tell him how you feel. 

“I honestly don’t think there’s anyone I ever loved as much as I love you.” You said slowly, not exactly meeting his eyes. 

He laughed slightly before pressing his head to yours, “Neither do I.” 

You smiled and looked up, looking at him in his bright blue eyes. 

“So, how about a rain-check on that date?” 

You smiled slyly and then the both of you burst into laughter.

“I’ve got time,” He replied, “for you, I’ve got all the time in the world.”

Blushing slightly, you smiled at him and sighed, “Awesome.” 

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AUTHOR’S NOTE!!!!

Okay first thing’s first I just wanna let you guys know my original idea of all the man that I need was like gonna be a full on fic. I told my friend all about it and like it had a lot details and everything, but then I got to college and even thought I really love doing these, it was super difficult to write. Not because I don't’ have tome because I actually have a surprising amount of free time but because I just couldn’t find any inspiration. So a few days ago I decided I was going to start spooky season a little early and try writing to some Halloween music.... and it worked! I was able to get moving with this two-shot! So yeah Halloween music is my muse right now 😂. 

But yeah, anyways my OC’s... technically there was a lot of them in this but only two are going to have stories, the others will be either background characters or part of their past. I’ll tell you one because it’s actually the first idea I and for  a batfam fanfic. It’s Eddie and her story. I’m not gonna lie it’s kinda sad but not nearly has sad as the other one because I have a lot of issues🤣. 

Back to the point if y’all wanna see more of certain OC’s just let me know I can find a way to include them into the one-shots, two-shots or fics. But yeah.

Finally I might be a little slower on the posting just because I’m in school and finding enough time to get inspiration and write, edit and have a  friend proof-read it will take a while. But I will definitely have some done. Anyway thanks so much for being sooo patient with me!

Lots of love!

-Redhead-batgirl

Tag List:

@andromedaj2003, @battlenix, @sol-the-salmon

[jensensfanfic]

JUST WANNA GO HOME

[my gif - from sideblog @dojolarusso​]

pairing: daniel larusso x fem!reader

word count: 948

warnings: emotional whump

a/n: can also be found on wattpad and ao3 :)

You hear it before you see it: Daniel's voice echoing through the apartment complex as your hand freezes in your bag, where you’d been searching for your keys. He slams his hands against the wall as he yells. "Why can't we just go back home!?"

"Listen to me." Lucille starts to pat his face with a piece of cloth as you walk closer to them. "I cannot help you unless you tell me what's wrong."

"I gotta take karate, that's it."

"You took karate."

"No, not at the Y, a good school!"

"Fighting doesn't solve anything."

"Yeah, well, neither does palm trees, Ma."

You close in on them at that moment, and Lucille turns to you with surprise but also - a little bit of relief. "Ah, Y/N, do you want to try and ask him what happened to his bike? Maybe he'll tell you the truth."

"I told you the truth, Ma!"

You decide to try and ease the situation, suggesting that you go inside and talk. “Hey, is it okay if I come in and watch a movie tonight, Miss. LaRusso."

"Of course, let's go inside- what about the bike?"

Daniel sighs as his mother takes his arms and guides him back to their apartment, with you closely following. "It's safer taking the bus."

-

Once inside, Lucille tries to find some first aid supplies but pauses when Daniel goes straight to his room, mumbling to himself about New Jersey. She sighs, and you share a look before going after him. "I got it," you mouth to her.

She smiles in thanks. "Take this." She whispers, handing you a bag filled with plasters and alcohol wipes. You had been Daniel's best friend since you were both four years old, and she knew that when he was angry or upset, you were the only person he would even consider listening to.

You head over to his door, tapping your special coded knock, before twisting the knob and letting yourself into the room. His back is against the wall, his long legs dangling over the edge of the bed. He looks up at you as you close the door and smile. "Hey."

"What's up?"

"Oh, you know, just coming to check on my sulky, bleeding best friend."

"That all?"

"Yep." You plop down on his bed next to him and cross your legs, ready to get the truth. "So, what happened, Danny? Those kids from the beach, again, huh?"

"Why'd you even ask?" He huffs, touching his head and wincing when his two fingers coat with blood.

"Idiot! Don't touch it." You tut him and then unzip the bag that his mother had given you. "Here." You wipe his head, slapping his hand away whenever he would complain, and then cover it with a cut-out square of gauze. "And you were the one who spilt to me about the fight on the beach, so it wasn't much of a guessing game."

"Whatever. I just wanna go back home."

"It's not so bad here." You put the medical supplies away and throw the bag on his bedside table. "I mean, despite the obvious of you getting hurt, I like it."

"You do?" He asks, looking at you like you're crazy.

"Yeah, come on. I miss Jersey, too, but I didn't have any friends there. Here, I've gained a little group of really nice people; I like my classes.. and have you been to golf 'n' stuff yet because it's so fun."

"Lucky for you. My only friends are still back home."

"Excuse me! What about your best friend? She's sitting right in front of you. And she's trying to help you, but you are making it so incredibly difficult right now, you know?"

"Jeez, I'm sorry! I appreciate it, really, Y/N."

"You'd better. Now, how's your head?"

He goes to touch it again, but when you frown, he stops and rolls his eyes. "Better, I think."

"Alright, well, maybe we just give this place a few more weeks, huh? If you still aren't happy here, by... let's say - New Year, then I will personally help you plan some 'reasons why we should go back home' speech for your Mum." You giggle at yourself, and Daniel finally smiles, finding you amusing, as usual. "Sound good?"

He chuckles, holding his side as he sits up and offers his hand. "Deal." You shake his hand, and then you both fall back against the wall together, staring at the stack of books leaning against the opposing wall. "What now?"

"A game of scrabble? With curse words acceptable this time." You suggest, over a laugh.

"Mm, okay. I'll go get the box."

He stands, groaning at his sore ribs as he does. "Soda?"

"Please."

He leaves the room, then, but not before popping his head back in and whispering, "by the way, thank you."

You jump to your feet and plant a quick kiss on his cheek. "Anytime, Danny."

He smiles, and you return to his bed, smoothing out the blankets and making it as flat as possible for the board to sit on.

Meanwhile, Daniel mindlessly collects the game, drinks, and a few pieces of candy from the kitchen. All the while, wearing a pretty pink blush on his face, as his mind lingers on the kiss you'd just landed on his skin.

His mother looks up from the sofa, looking pleased as she asks, "Is everything okay now, Daniel."

"Uh.. yeah, Ma. Everything's good. Oh, and I'm sorry, Ma, for yelling out there, you know."

She smiles and nods, and then Daniel appears back in the doorway to his room, smiling. "Time to kick your ass at scrabble then, Y/N/N."

[rumblelibrary]

Was wondering if you’d write anything absolutely filthy with either Jan or Alex Kerner? I adore them and it upsets me that they always get overlooked in the Brühl fandom 👀👉👈

Jan x Fem!Reader

(I really wanted to write something about Alex, but then I have seen that video with Daniel on set of Edukators with a girly top and I lost it)

Smut ahead, even tho I need to write something filthier

“Truth or dare?”

You looked up at Jule with a groan, why always you? You accepted her

invitation to come over and meet her boyfriend Peter and his best friend

Jan.

Like it wasn’t evident it was a sort of combined meeting between the two of

you. But the initial annoyance soon left you as you met the handsome young

man.

Then drink after drink followed, you ate very good food and now you were

snacking on some chips and still drinking while playing.

“Truth” you said as you knew she was just waiting for you to say dare only

to make you kiss Jan.

She glared at you as Jan handed you his joint and you took a couple of deep

drags before handing it to Peter.

“Have you ever done it in a public place?”

Peter’s eyebrows came sky high and you chuckled “yes” you just said sipping

your beer “in the Alibi’s club bathroom” you just added as they knew the

place.

Peter leaned in turning the bottle again as now it rested over Jan.

“Dare” jan said, but Peter didn’t have such a romantic idea as Jule “I want

you and Y/N to switch clothes”

Jan groaned as Jule looked at Peter like he failed the chance to get you two

kissing.

You stood up as he did the same and you moved to the bathroom quietly with

him. You were too drunk or too high, but undressing came quite easy to the

both of you, soon you were handing him your dress and he was handing you

his green t-shirt and pants.You expected to feel a bit of shame but no, you just stared at him as he stared at you and you deeply desired to have some juicy dare to fulfil now.

“Wait” he said quietly as he helped you to tighten the belt around your

waist. He seemed always angry at first, but had so much sweetness underneath, he was an incredible mix of feelings and you'd be a terrible liar to say you didn't find him attractive or you didn't like to have his eyes scanning over you when you undressed.

You shifted lightly on side to pick your bag and you pulled out a nice lipstick, he stared at you with raised eyebrows before slowly leaning in, one of your hands holding his jaw as you traced his lips with that deep burgundy colour you always wore. You pressed your lips together and he copied your gesture looking up at you two in the mirror like that. His arms looked so toned and his shoulders broader in that black dress.

You heard some shuffling in the other rooms, giggles and a little moan. You two just stared like that at each other, no reason to get out now.

His hands moved onto your belt once more, using it to push you to rest your back against the wall.

He moved closer to you, bodies brushing as he leaned to rest his forehead against yours before lowering himself a little more capturing your lips with his in a kiss.

Lipstick quickly getting smeared over the both of you. You giggled softly as you were indeed high or drunk, or maybe just both and he was so hot. Jan also felt comfortable now, the two of you alone, none of Peter pushing him to say this or do that and all his rules on how to get a girl.

He groaned softly in desire, his lips covering yours again as you parted them and your tongues slowly battled against each other.

"You're such a pretty girl" you gasped against him as you had to look for air. He smirked sort of liking the game and not really indulging into the thought too much.

"Let's see then"

He smirked undoing your/his pants and your panties still there before getting down onto his knees and lacing his red speared lips with your clit. A soft groan left you along side with a moan.

he looked up at you shifting lightly so you could put your leg over his shoulder.

Oh, he was good at it.

You groaned throwing your head back and licking your lips, you were overwhelmed as you weren't even thinking about it too much, the pleasure squeezing your core as you shivered visibly.

"So good" you moaned as his fingers pushed their way inside you. Damn the shy boy. You opened your mouth into another moan but this time silent as he was just that skilled.

So skilled he found it funny to leave you at it unceremoniously by shifting his position.

You licked your lips as you exchanged position now wanting yo try yourself as he pulled down his boxers from underneath the dress, you mimicked his position of before sneaking your head underneath his skirt slowly tracing his hard cock with your tongue. He groaned resting his head against the wall as you indeed were hungry of revenge for interrupting your pleasure, so you put an extra effort to please him with your mouth, teasing him a lot with your tongue and your lips, never giving in for the hopeless jerking of his hips pointing you the way he wanted it.

"I want to be inside you"he mumbled, your hand leaning in to pump him nicely into that pleasure moving to stand up from your hidden spot.

"Here" he was hectic as he guided you, he was like a kid in Disneyland and you probably just unlocked a new kink in him without knowing.

He placed you facing the mirror, just bowing down forward enough over the sink.

He pulled his skirt up slowly resting the front part of it over your back to not have it slowing down any movement and yet not taking the dress off.

You groaned as he pushed inside you slamming into your body relentlessly but you were all for it, he was a man on a mission, he was going to lead you to the highest he could and from the way he fucked you all that shyness must have hidden a rare talent or a very good actor.

You forced yourself to hold up onto the sink as you looked up at the reflection of the two of you and he was just doing the same. A sly smile taking over his lips before he leaned down to nibble over the skin of your back still covered by his shirt..

"More"

You moaned only instigating him. You were really just provoking because accepting his size inside you was already requiring an effort.

You whined helplessly as his left hand sneaked to rub your clit not giving you any rest, the pleasure unbearable as he kept slamming inside you groaning against your back how handsome you were and how he liked that shirt on you.

You're not even sure of the exact words, the exact way he said it.

You cursed under your breath when you couldn't hold it back anymore. Legs trembling as wrapped his arm around your waist supporting you up before cumming himself. You felt dizzy as he was still roaming his hands onto you. He pulled back as he kissed the back of your neck before slipping out of you.

"Damn" you whimpered as he gently made you turn around taking your hand and exited to the living room only to find it empty, the other two probably in Peter's room as he guided you to his own room forgetting about the part discarded clothes you left in the bathroom.

Once there, he locked the door not wanting to be abruptly waken up the next day by his flatmate. He looked at you with a shy smile as you tiredly leaned against him as he pulled his shirt off you and you undid the dress for him.

Now both naked he looked at you and smiled with a sweetness that took him apart from the sex beast you encountered in the bathroom, his cheeks and lips still coloured in that faint red.

He slowly tangled his fingers with yours bringing you to the bed "Thank you for making me feel free" he whispered and you smiled at him pulling him into a kiss.

[ecto-american]

Liar Liar

Phic Phight Oneshot for Ectopal: After an argument with her now grounded son, Maddie wishes that Danny wouldn't lie to her-and Desiree overhears. [TransDanny]

The OG prompt: After an argument with her now grounded son, Maddie wishes that Danny wouldn't lie to her-and Desiree overhears.

Potential TW for trans-related venting and implied violence, but there’s nothing graphic

on FFN and AO3

The front door opened, and Maddie frowned as she glanced at the clock that informed her that yes. It was definitely hours past his curfew.

No lights turned on, but she still could tell from the faint light of the one kitchen light, the light that the family just never turned off so that they could see at night, that it was definitely her son doing his best to remain quiet. And now that she knew he was safe, all of her fears about if he was okay and his safety melted away and allowed for anger to start boiling.

"Daniel James Fenton," she finally called out. The figure froze, and she flipped the light switch on. Before her was her son, looking as guilty as ever. One hand was on the wall, guiding him as he approached the stairs, the other holding onto his binder and shoes. "Do you have any idea what time it is?"

"...Um...Can I plead the fifth?" he asked weakly. Her frown deepened.

"It's nearly two in the morning, and on a school night!" she scolded. "Let's not even talk about how you snuck out right now." His shoulders slumped. "You could have been dead for all I know!"

"I'm sorry," he replied quietly.

"Where were you?" Maddie asked.

"I was at Tucker's, we got caught up playing video games," he said. Maddie scowled.

"Tell me the truth," she said. Danny scowled back.

"I am!" he insisted.

"Then how come Pamela called me?" Maddie asked. At the name of Mrs. Manson, Danny paled.

"...She called you?" his voice croaked out.

"You bet she called me," Maddie snapped. "What were you thinking?"

"I wi-I just!" Danny cut himself off as he seemed to struggle to find his words. "I'm just wanting more freedom! I'm an adult now! I can legally buy cigarettes!" Maddie couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Well I wish you wouldn't lie to me!" Maddie argued back. Danny flinched at her words. "And maybe if you didn't, I'd let you have more freedom! But you lied about going to your room, you lied to me just now about where you were, and I already know that you're going to lie to me when I ask you what you and Sam have been doing!"

"We weren't doing anything!" Danny half-yelled back. "We fell asleep binge watching one of her true crime shows!"

"Don't lie to me!" Maddie told him.

"I'm not!"

Maddie made an angry grumbling noise, crossing her arms.

"You're ground, all weekend," she informed him. Danny didn't respond; he simply made a face at her. He brushed past her to angrily stomp up the stairs. She didn't bother snapping at him over that too.

"So you have wished it, so shall it be."

Maddie turned around rapidly at the voice. It wasn't Danny's...and Jazz was miles away at college…But what she did hear was Danny slamming his bedroom door shut. She'd get onto him about that in the morning.

A quick inspection, and she found nothing, and she decided to just call it a night. She went upstairs herself, pausing at Danny's door to listen. She could hear Danny shuffle around for a moment, though after a moment, she saw his light go out and heard his bed creak as he rested on it. She just knew he was going to fall asleep in class tomorrow. Maddie sighed, and she went into her room.

Jack was just coming from the bathroom with a light yawn, and she felt guilty.

"Did we wake you up?" she wondered. Jack gave her a small smile and shrugged.

"It's okay," he assured her. Maddie huffed.

"No, it's not," she insisted. "He should have been home. He was over at Sam's house until about ten minutes ago. Pam called to complain about it."

"Ah, he's just doing what teenagers do," Jack replied. Maddie frowned as she got into bed.

"Well that mentality is how we end up grandparents way too early," she reminded him. Jack gave a light sigh as he also slipped back into bed.

"Yeah, you're right," he agreed. "I'll talk to him about it soon."

"Thank you. He's pretty mad at me right now," Maddie turned her bedside lamp off. Jack chuckled.

"He'll probably be mad for a bit, but he'll get over it," he reassured her. He switched his own bedside lamp off as he got settled back in. "Night, love you."

"Love you too."

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Despite the late night, Maddie was up early. She could hear that Danny was already up and getting ready in the bathroom, so she didn't feel the need to say anything to him just yet. They could reserve any conversation for after school.

By the time she came downstairs, Danny was in the kitchen staring at the toaster, backpack on the kitchen table.

"Morning, sweetie," she greeted him warmly.

He gave her a somewhat dirty look, and he mumbled a cranky and short "morning" in response. She opted to ignore his attitude for now, and she went over to the coffee maker. While she was waiting for Danny, she had gone ahead and scheduled the coffee maker to start making coffee, and man was she glad. It was already pouring, and it smelled great.

"Danny, do you want a cup of coffee?" she asked him. He glanced over, and he shook his head no.

"Mm no thanks," he replied.

"Did you sleep okay?"

"I slept like shit."

Maddie glanced at Danny in surprise, and he stared back at her, equally as confused. Danny never cussed at her.

"Cause you stayed out all night, huh?" Maddie lightly accused, leaning her hand on the counter.

"No, cause I slept with my binder on and now my chest hurts," he snapped back. Maddie frowned.

"You're not supposed to do that," she told him.

"Well maybe if I wasn't fucking born like this-," he began but cut himself off. He looked so confused, and Maddie was too. Not at the statement. She had no doubt that it was true, but where did all this cussing come from? He knew better than to talk to her like that, and it was so...weird. Danny glanced back to the toaster, clearing his throat. "Sorry, I...I uh…" Two pop tarts popped out of the toaster, and he quickly snatched them up. "I gotta go. Bye."

"...Have a good day," Maddie called after him, staring as he quickly walked out, and she heard the front door close. She made her cup of coffee, and she got to work.

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She jumped as their ghost alarm went off, but Jack and Maddie wasted no time quickly collecting their things and rushing out the door and into the RV. It led them right to the scene. A fight against Amity Park's most popular ghost and another fairly familiar ghost, a green skinned woman with flowing black hair dressed exclusively in blue.

Maddie messily pulled into a parking spot off the side of the road, and Jack immediately hopped out. Maddie followed suit, and she hurried towards the action.

"Stop granting every damn wish you hear! I swear, it's ridiculous!" she could hear Phantom yell.

"I'm merely giving people what they ask for," the woman, Desiree Maddie believed she was called, replied smugly.

Phantom looked like he was gonna say something more, but stopped when he seemed to glance over and notice their arrival.

"Let's just finish this," he said instead, and he blasted her, only to miss. The woman smirked, but it was quickly cut off by a secondary blast from Jack.

"Jack!" Maddie gasped in excitement. "Excellent shot!" Jack grinned proudly, firing another. Only to miss, as sorta expected.

"I do not have time for this!" Phantom scowled. Maddie rolled her eyes. What the hell does a ghost have going on? He pulled out the Fenton Thermos and sucked the other ghost in.

"You ever going to return that?" Maddie called out sarcastically.

"It's my thermos! You gave it to me!" Phantom called back, immediately giving her a weird blank look. Maddie narrowed her eyes.

"We didn't give you anything," she replied. She held her hand out expectantly. "Give it back."

Phantom opened his mouth to rebuttal, only to get blasted. It knocked him back and made him drop the thermos. Maddie dove for it as Jack fired more shots, and she was thankfully able to grab it before it hit the ground. However when she looked up, Phantom was gone.

"Mads! Did you see that!?" Jack asked. She looked up at him with a proud smile as he jogged over to her.

"I did!" she replied cheerfully. "You've gotten a lot better!" Jack puffed up proudly. "Where did Phantom go?"

"Dunno," he admitted, and his shoulders immediately fell a bit. "After I got him, he flew off. Musta been scared." He offered his hand out to her, and she accepted it.

"Probably," she agreed. She held the thermos up. "Least we got this back though." Jack nodded. "We'll put her back in the Zone later. Let's get some lunch."

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Maddie made a point to make sure she was upstairs so that she could make sure Danny came home on time, given his grounding situation. While she waited, she began to make some cupcakes. As she was mixing batter, she heard the front door open and close.

"Hey Danny," she greeted from the kitchen. She glanced at the clock. He was ten minutes later than he normally would have come home, but it wasn't enough for her to say anything.

"...Hey mom," came the reply. He stepped into the kitchen, and Maddie glanced at him, only to do a double take. His right cheek was badly swollen from a bad bruise. Maddie immediately wiped her hands on a dish towel, staring at him.

"What happened?" she asked, stepping towards him. He stared at her in confusion before putting his hand to his face. He pressed his lips tightly together and didn't answer. She asked once more, more firmly. "Danny, what happened?"

He opened his mouth to say something, only to choke on nothing and close his mouth again. Maddie went to the freezer to get an ice pack. She motioned for him to sit down. He sat at the kitchen table, and she pulled a chair up to him. She pressed the ice pack to his face, and he took it from her, leaning his elbow on the table.

"I'll only ask you one more time," she began, only for Danny to angrily cut her off.

"I got beat up today, okay?" he replied, sounding exasperated. Maddie blinked.

"By who?" she asked. Danny gave her a sour look, and he refused to speak. "Danny…"

"I don't wanna talk about it," he finally spoke. He began to stand up. "Look, I'm fine. It's not a big deal."

"It's a huge deal!" Maddie argued. She grabbed his shoulder, forcing him to sit back down. "You're going to tell me what's going on right now. Who hurt you?"

"Just some dudes at school," he tried to keep his answers short. But Maddie was having none of that.

"But why?" she pressed. Danny stayed quiet. "Daniel James-"

"What do you want me to say, Mom?" he snapped. "That I constantly get my ass kicked for being queer? That every day I get reminded that they think I'm some freak that shouldn't be allowed to exist? Let alone in any kind of relative peace? People don't like me. Why do you think I want to get my name changed as soon as possible? Why I've been begging for surgery as a birthday gift? It's so that when I go to college, nobody will know."

"...I had no idea," she said slowly.

"Yeah, I know," he said shortly. He got up, managing to evade her touch again to go for the stairs. Before she could say anything else, he was upstairs, and she could hear his door closing.

What had gotten into him? Maddie had never heard Danny talk about any of those things to her before. How long had these feelings been going on? Why had he never talked to her before about this?

She forced herself to stand and return to her baking. Mindlessly, she began to fill her cupcake tray up with batter, slipping them into the oven when she heard noise in the basement. She frowned, quickly setting her timer before going down.

Phantom was there, looking through her stuff. Snooping around. He was carefully looking around, muttering to himself as he hunted for...something.

"Can I help you, Phantom?"

The ghost jumped, turning on his heel.

"I'm looking for the wishing ghost so I can undo a wish," he replied. She raised an eyebrow at his blunt honesty.

"What wish?" She asked. Phantom scowled, narrowing his eyes as he seemed to think hard.

"That's private," he replied. She glared back at him, but then it hit her.

"Well I wish you wouldn't lie to me!"

Her son couldn't lie to her. Because of the wishing ghost still trapped in the thermos. She hadn't had a chance to empty the thermoses of ghosts she had Jack had caught over the past two weeks.

"I suggest you leave through that portal then before I blast you through it," she said. "The wishing ghost is staying here with me." Phantom narrowed his eyes suspiciously at her.

"Not without that wishing ghost," he replied. Maddie picked a blaster off the table near her, pointing it at him. He held his hands up defensively. "Whoa, take it easy. Why do you want Desiree so bad? Don't you normally throw the ghosts back into the Ghost Zone anyway?"

"I do, and let's start with you," she replied. She pulled the trigger. It hit Phantom square in the chest, pushing him into the open portal. She quickly stormed up, slamming the closed button.

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It was hours before Danny finally came down from upstairs. She knew that he had stayed upstairs, for once, instead of sneaking out again, from occasional footsteps and the sound of him talking on the phone. Maddie had actually just gotten off the phone with him, having called him to ask what he wanted from their favorite Chinese restaurant before she sent Jack out to pick it up. Soon as Jack was out the door, Danny came out of his room and downstairs. She gave him smile as he came into the living room.

"Hey sweetie, dad will b-"

"I know about the wish."

Maddie instantly felt guilt wash over her as Danny stared at her with a frown, arms crossed. She stayed where she sat on the couch.

"What makes you say that?" she questioned. Danny's lips tightened, and she knew that he wasn't going to answer her. "Danny-"

"And I know that you know about it!" he accused. "I've been through this kind of thing before! Why haven't you undone the wish yet?"

"Because you don't need to be lying to me!" Maddie finally snapped back as she got to her feet. "For once, I'm getting honest answers from you after almost three years of constant lie after lie!"

"And you're okay with this being how you get those answers?" Danny talked back. His fists balled up, though they stayed by his sides. "Instead of making me feel okay and comfortable telling you these things? Or wait for me to be ready to say something?"

Ouch. Maddie flinched, and she just knew that had Jazz been here...she'd be absolutely agreeing with Danny. And she knew in her gut that Danny was right. Maddie's shoulder slumped.

"I know," she said quietly. Danny looked completely taken aback. "...But why haven't you said anything? You know your dad and I love you so much. I had no idea you've been in this much pain."

Danny stared at the ground, shifting to lean against the doorway.

"...I didn't want you guys to feel like you were bad parents," he replied. "Because you're not. It's not your fault everybody else sucks, or that I have to wait for surgery or to get my name changed and everything. And you can't fix it. It's just how it is."

"Dad and I would have started fighting harder for you had we known," Maddie said softly. "All we ever want is for you and Jazz to be happy and healthy."

"Yeah, I know," Danny half-grumbled. "It's just...It's just how it is. And I can't even tell the therapist that, cause she keeps pushing back everything if I hint at being depressed about it."

"If that's the case, we can find a new therapist," Maddie replied. "One that'll take you more seriously." Danny shook his head.

"No, it's okay. I'll be done with school this year, and I'll be seeing a new one anyway when I go to college," he said. Maddie frowned.

"But still-"

"Mom, it's fine," he interrupted. He smiled. "Seriously." She sighed. "Please, just. Undo the wish."

"...Okay," she finally agreed. She began to walk towards the basement, only to pause, turning to him. "But first." Danny raised an eyebrow at her. "What were you and Sam doing up so late?" Danny gave her a sour look, rolling his eyes.

"...Sam's been having a hard time lately. Lots of girls at school bully her for the same reason as me, and it's just been hitting her super hard lately," he explained. "I was up late with her cause she was crying so much, and we fell asleep while I was holding her to make her feel better."

Maddie's heart twisted a bit. She truly wish she had known. And she already made a mental note to march into Casper High first thing Monday morning after having a long phone call with Pam that night. A call to Vlad too, to get in touch to see if he'd help hire a lawyer. She had absolute hell to raise, and a school she was ready to sue.

"But seriously," Danny's voice snapped her out of her thoughts. "I'll eventually come and tell you these things when I'm ready. Don't rely on dumb ghost wishes."

"Yeah, I know," Maddie replied somberly. "I'm sorry, Danny." She took a few steps towards him, wrapping her arms around him tightly. After a moment, she felt him return the hug. She let go, cupping his cheeks and making him lean down a bit so she could kiss his forehead. "I just worry about you. I want you to feel like you can always come to me. You're my baby boy."

"I know, Mom," he smiled. "And I will when I need you, but I'm not a little kid. I can handle a lot of things on my own."

"Yeah, but you're still my baby," Maddie sighed. Hell, he and Jazz were both taller than her by now. They definitely got that from Jack. Or in Danny's case, he got nearly everything from him. Almost a mirror image the older he got. Danny's cheeks flushed a bit.

"Mo-om."

Maddie chuckled.

"Come on, let's go undo the wish. I have the wishing ghost still in the basement," she said. She paused. "But once we undo the wish, will you honestly tell me how you knew?"

Danny stared at her for a moment, seemingly thinking. And he nodded.

"Yeah. After dinner, just you and me," he promised. "I'll tell you the whole story. Start to finish."