#danny be my boyfriend challenge

[slut4dannywagner]

stop it stop it stop it

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[bluecollarmcandtf]

Dating a ghost isn't easy...

I love my boyfriend. I really do, but his death has put a strain on our relationship. At least Halloween is close which means his spirit is close too. Like always, I spend lunch alone at our favorite cafe, waiting for him to fill the empty seat next to me. I jump when a burly worker throws his heavy frame down, blaring a husky, "Hey sexy! Give your man a smile!"

"Danny?" I ask, shaken by the guy's abrupt arrival and more-than-rough countenance.

"The name's Gordon," he bellows back, draping his dirty arms and legs aggressively outward, "But yeah, it's me sugar, your dead boyfriend. I thought you'd appreciate me showing up in a hunky body of the working man!" He flexes one of his thick arms and flashes challenging looks at some of the nearby customers.

His crass words make me shudder. My Danny was soft-spoken, charming, and thoughtful: nothing like the rude, stinking gorilla in front of me. Sure, a big hairy construction worker like this is great to fantasize about, but it's less exciting when that hulking body is sitting right there. His cocky mannerisms, sour body odor, and wandering eyes that seem to undress everyone they land on: it all adds to the growing pit in my stomach.

"You just gonna stare, sweet-lips?" he goes on, snickering with Gordon's deep timbre, "Spent the morning jackhammering the sidewalk, but now I could hammer your organs out!"

"Danny!" I blush, checking to see if anyone overheard. They're already staring, probably wondering why this guy sat down at this nice cafe caked in mud, "Can you cool it with this Gordon-the-macho-construction-worker vibe? I know you can't help it, but it's a bit much!"

"Fuck! Just shut up and kiss me already," he grunts, leading his heavy body covered in sweat with puckered lips in my direction.

"Danny sto-OH!" I can't help but melt into the bulky embrace. With arms like Gordon's, I don't have much choice, and though his breath smells like cigarettes and his skin is slick with sweat, I enjoy finally kissing my boyfriend again even if it is through the mouth of some ridiculously unmannered construction worker. At least I've got my boyfriend back!

"That's my boy," he growls low in my ear, and I feel a strong hand squeeze my ass tightly through its filthy work glove. Fuck! Danny is so assertive inside this Gordon character.

"Babe, please not here," I wheeze from the effort of escaping the intensely strong grip, "And not with Gordon. Aren't you tired of being an dumb, hairy ape yet?"

"Not at all!" he announces as he reclines in his seat, almost yelling with Gordon's loud voice.

I shake my head, admittedly feeling more and more amused by this rough-around-the-edges giant. Ever since Danny passed away and started possessing people, I realized hopping into bodies wasn't like the movies. He didn't just jump into some dude and take over, his soul became entwined with that other person. All of his hosts have personalities, memories, and habits that bleed into Danny as long as he's wearing them. Honestly, more of the host shines through than my actual boyfriend does, but regardless of who he possesses, his love for me is never affected. I suppose that's enough to put up with some of the more unpleasant quirks of each guy he takes over.

"I don't mind walkin' around in Gordo's boots," he grins at me, obviously at home in the man's sun-dried skin, "But lemme see if I can find a cleaner stiff to hop in for ya."

With that, Danny hoists himself off chair. I swear every move he makes in that body is startling, shaking the table with the ruckus of his tool belt being carelessly whipped around. Seeing the burly worker stand there with his hands on his hips makes me almost regret suggesting he swap out of the body. Sure the mud, sweat, and body hair makes my skin itch, but imagining that thug attacking me with his careless dominance is turning me on: not to mention the tight ass beneath that denim.

"Lunch break is almost over. Needa head back to the yard," he growls and then catches himself, "I mean Gordon does. I'll be back in someone else to finish this fuckin' date!"

"You're a real working man, Gordon," I tease, understanding this character a bit better "I'm sure you're the big boss on site."

"You bet yer ass, I am," he thumbs his chest proudly, "Someone's gotta keep the guys runnin' smoothly. Who else gonna do it?"

"Well I'll let you get back to work. Hopefully I'll run into you again. Maybe at home tonight?"

"Hell yeah!" he bursts, "I'll hop in this guy later, so I can take a look at your plumbing. Anything you need! ...I'll be your handyman, baby!"

"Hope you don't mind getting your hands dirty," I wink, and he flashes me one last wild grin from Gordon's face. That grin falters, and the construction worker shudders. His eyes still stare at me, but I can tell they don't recognize me anymore. Danny's left his body.

"Uh, sorry 'bout that," the real Gordon mumbles, "Dunno what came over me."

"Don't worry about it."

"We know each other?" he asks, pawing at his head in desperate confusion, "We been chattin' like we do. Only just realized I don't think I know you like I thought I did." The poor guy's mind is probably racing with conflicting ideas.

The laborer chuckles nervously. I can tell Gordon is completely unsure about what he's been doing. Danny seems to have that effect on his hosts. Understand that they're still conscious while he possesses them; his thoughts just merge with their own. So, right now, Gordon the rough-neck construction worker is trying to reconcile the fact that he's been thinking of me as his boyfriend for the last twenty minutes. The poor guy's probably never had a gay thought in his life! Yet he just spent his break flirting with some random guy at a random cafe. He even kissed me, and I'm pretty sure Danny was imagining some rather homoerotic things with that guy's head.

"Sorry, man," I shrug, pretending to be just as clueless as he is.

"Fuckin' queer," his face hardens into a glare before he leaves our inexplicable lunch date.

"See you tonight, Gordo!" I call lightheartedly.

The construction worker gives me an intense scowl, but I can see blushing cheeks under that matted beard. Danny definitely had some sexual thoughts while possessing that guy, and Gordon seems completely embarrassed that those thoughts were in his head. Well, his opinion on the subject will completely change once again tonight when Danny hops back in.

"Afternoon, sir," a voice hums to my right, "Got some time to thank me for my service?"

"Danny?" I immediately gasp.

"In the flesh," the policeman flirts with a cool voice, "At least, in your hometown hero's flesh." Danny enjoys a sip of coffee and shoots me a smile from the man's sparkling white teeth.

"Uh, are you sure you should be inside a cop," I whisper, leaning in so our fellow cafe-goers won't hear. They were already staring when a big blue-collar bear sat opposite me, but now their intrigue is growing from this man of the law. It doesn't help that this cop is a local celebrity! Nearly everyone's seen him on the news. With a face like that, it's no wonder the force chose him for public relations.

"Allow me to introduce myself," he extends a capable hand, "The name's Officer Steele."

"Well, officer," I try not to swoon too hard as Danny forcefully shakes my palm, "I'm-"

"You're my lover," he interjects warmly, "I know you like a man in uniform, sir. Why not enjoy the best guy this town has in uniform?"

"Wow, I..." I fumble, "...yup. Are you sure I'm not keeping you from anything important?"

"I've got patrol duty today," he nonchalantly answers, "But the town’s quiet. Besides, a guy’s gotta take a break sometime, right? Can’t be all work and no play." The officer's sneer is dripping with pride, clearly keeping a high opinion of himself! I doubt this man would be so open if Danny weren't in their making Steele think I'm his lover. Who knew the cop was as arrogant as he was charming?

"Aren't your fellow police counting on you to protect and serve, officer?"

"Oh sir, I can show you how well I protect and serve. And my men know better than to question me. I mean, look at me. Who else is gonna chase down the perps? Certainly not those doughnut-loving desk jockeys.” Steele stares me down with a confident, haughty look as he rises out of the chair. It's hard to do anything but listen and watch when Danny's wearing a guy like this. His eyes grip me in a trance while his fingers undo his shirt buttons.

"Like what you see, sir?" Officer Steele smirks.

I can only answer with a dumb nod as I drink in the sight of his chiselled torso. Somehow the dusting of blonde fur only defines his perfect musculature further. At this point, everyone in the cafe has stopped to gawk at the cop stripping in the middle of their lunch.

"You make one hell of a cop, Danny," I breathe.

"It's Officer Steele, remember?" he winks, and bounces his pecs, rippling the fabric dangling off his shoulders, "I work out twice a day, before and after my shift. Sure it helps keep the town safe, but I also just like the citizens of this town to see me as the hot, muscular cop of their dreams. I love their eyes on me when I pull them over or walk past on patrol. They're always intimidated, jealous, or turned on."

With this Danny looks around at the people around him, matching their stunned expressions. I'll admit that I'm a little surprised by how vulnerable my boyfriend is getting with this cop's inner thoughts. Maybe this is all how Steele actually feels, but I doubt the officer would want to share it with the world!

"Maybe we should slow down," I suggest.

"Do I need to get out my handcuffs, sir," the cop purrs, his tone sharpening as he steps closer, "I'm used to having a good girl waiting for me at home, but I want that to be you tonight. Men are a whole lot more capable than women afterall. I'll be late from the gym, but I'd like supper ready. Think you can handle that?" His big hands hold me squarely at the shoulders while he stares down in my eyes. For a second I'm lost in the proximity of his handsome face and statuesque muscles.

That's when I notice the ring.

"Jesus, Danny!" I chastise.

"It's Officer Steele!"

"No! Jump out! You hopped into a married man!" Honestly, part of me is relieved to find something wrong. Officer Hadley was starting to freak me out, and now that I know he's married to a woman, his sexist comments are starting to make a lot more sense.

"Oh, come on," the cop rolls his eyes, "She doesn't have to know. You're my boyfriend, anyway! You won't find a hotter guy than me!"

I put my foot down and give Steele a look, appealing to the Danny I know is somewhere inside him. Like I'd hoped, he relents and let's out one more sigh of frustration. Then the cop's meticulously trained body shivers and his eyes lose their intense focus. In seconds, Danny's spirit slips out of the cocky cop.

"Woah!" Officer Steele gasps, "Why did I do that?" He looks just as confused as Gordon did, frantically trying to button up his shirt and lose the attention of everyone in the cafe.

"Beats me," I play dumb, "Hope your wife doesn't hear about this."

"No!" the cop stomps over, "That wasn't what happened. I wasn't...coming on to you or anything. I'm not even into men!"

"Seemed like you were..." I press.

"I don't know what I was thinking. I'm going home to my wife tonight. You are not..." Steele glances around warily before whispering, "...my boyfriend. Got it!"

"Of course, Officer," I assure him, enjoying the rapid crumbling of his confident swagger.

The policeman lingers around the cafe to collect himself and straighten up his uniform. I can tell he'd like to say a few more words before leaving, but he thinks twice with the crowd of witnesses and strides off forcefully. I wonder if a guy like that would lash out if we weren't in such a public place. His poor wife better watch out tonight. I can't believe my Danny was inside a guy like that! The thought of his good-natured demeanor mixing with that man's entitlement and aggression makes me sick; not to mention his antiquated ideas about gender roles!

That's what's always so tricky about dating my boyfriend through a neverending series of hosts. Sure, I get to sleep with a rotation of the hottest characters I want, but the bad gets mixed in there too. I have to put up with his body's offensive ideas, mean comments, and weird behavior. I know I can't blame Danny for it, but while he's possessing those guys, those are his thoughts as much as they are theirs. It's just unsettling.

"Sorry about that," I hear behind me.

"You're in the waiter now?" I feign a smile, unable to hide how tired I've grown.

Now that the cafe is rid of the policeman and construction worker, the atmosphere of the place seems to go back to normal. People turn their attention back to the food on their plates or the screens on their phones.

"Can I get you another cup? It's on the house," the cafe server tries to lighten the mood.

"Danny, I'm just tired..." I admit, "Wait, what's the name now?"

"It's Josh," the waiter replies, "But I am sorry about being inside that cop. I just want tonight to be special you know. That's why I've been combing the town for the biggest, hottest guys to jump in. You deserve the best!"

"Josh...Danny, you don't need to give me the best. Sure it'd be fun to mess around with you inside Gordon or Officer Steele, but right now I want you to be in someone that makes me feel like it used to. I miss you, the real you."

"I guess I really did pick some bad ones today," the waiter chuckles, smiling with dimples in his cheeks, "I felt so manly and tough in Gordon; like I didn't give a shit about anyone except my man. In Steele I felt so cocky and sure of myself, and honestly a little too entitled to you. It's hard to realize if I'm in the wrong with each of these guys. In their heads, they all believe themselves to be right, and I can't help but think the same in the moment."

"I know," I sigh, frustrated by the influence these guys have over my ghost boyfriend, "How do you feel in Josh the waiter."

Danny perks up in the cafe worker's body. I have to admit that this guy's energy is infectious, and he's far from bad looking. His broad shoulders look perfect for hugging, and he smells faintly of coffee. I don't know how I never noticed him working here before. I must've been preoccupied, looking for ghosts, to miss a charming barista like Josh.

"I have to admit something," Danny says with Josh's sweet tone, "I've got a crush on you. Had it for awhile. You're the hot guy that always sits here during lunch."

"Well, I'd hope you have a crush on me. You are my boyfriend afterall," I snort.

"No, I, Josh, have a crush on you," he smiles.

"Oh," I'm at a loss for words. Somehow this feels like a whole new can of worms. I'm flattered, but unsure. Is it weird if I flirt with someone that has a crush on me while my boyfriend is inside them? They're both conscious right now, so it's genuine right? But am I really flirting with Josh as long as Danny is in there too. Does flirting with another guy while your boyfriend is possessing him count as cheating? I can't even keep track anymore.

I don't have time to think before Josh/Danny has rushed over and pulled me into his arms. It feels just as good as I imagined to be in the waiter's embrace, and it feels even better to kiss. This guy, this Josh, seems romantic, kind-hearted, and gleeful; he reminds me of what it was like when Danny was alive. Before I know it, my boyfriend/new crush is clocking out of work and leading me to his car, holding me close, and whispering in my ear, "Happy Halloween, babe."

I love the spooky season.

[starkwlkr]

annoying little brothers | f1

female driver x f1 drivers (platonic) (same age as daniel so 33)

part 2 part 3

Y/N L/N BEING THE FUNNIEST DRIVER ON THE GRID

The video starts of with a press conference from the United States Grand Prix. Y/n was seated with Charles, Pierre, Daniel and Sebastian her being in the middle of all the men who she considered her brothers.

She was listening to all the questions the men were receiving from how they thought they were going to do, how’s the team doing, etc. But when a reported finally asked her a question, she completely blanked.

“Sorry, I was just thinking about my son. We were supposed to get breakfast together and he hasn’t texted me back. I haven’t seen Lando all day.” Y/‘ said making the drivers and reporters laugh.

“When did you adopt Lando? I wasn’t aware.” Daniel played along.

“2019. He was actually lost when I met him. It was during the Australian Grand Prix, his first f1 race. I found him and we did the Melbourne walk together and I’ve just kind of adopted ever since. So if any of you bully my son, I’m coming after you.” Y/n explained.

“He’s probably texting you right now saying ‘stop embarrassing me, mom!’” Sebastian went on.

“Wait, he’s over there!” Pierre spotted the Brit rushing towards their direction.

“He’s alive!” Charles cheered.

Finally, Lando arrived to their interview area with a box from a a bakery in his hand. “Sorry, I have to drop this off. We’ll get breakfast tomorrow. I got you pastries.” Lando gave Y/n the box and a hug then he was off since he was late for his interview.

“You’ve raised your son well.” The reporter joked.

“That was all me, I needed no help.”

The next clip was a fan video from 2021. Y/n had just finished her date with a guy and now she was signing autographs and taking photos with a group of girls. The girls had just finished their meals at a restaurant when they spotted the f1 driver leaving with a guy. The politely asked for a photo, which y/n was more than glad to take. Her date stepped aside to give them a moment.

“Sorry to interrupt your date.” A girl apologized for her and all her friends.

“Nothing to be sorry about, honey. I’m actually nervous because I don’t know how the date went. I’m horrible at first dates so this is kinda making me less stressed.” Y/n admitted. The girls laughed as y/n signed a girls phone case.

“Has he met Lando?” Another girl asked knowing how close y/n and lando are.

“Not yet. I’m afraid that Lando might scare him off. Everyone on the grid might, especially seb. He will definitely give him one of those ‘treat her right or I will run you over’ speeches.” Y/n signed another phone case.

“Does he knows you’re famous?”

“Oh god, no! I told him I was unemployed and that a sugar daddy was giving me money. I’m surprised he still agreed to come on this date with me.” Y/n chuckled.

Months later, the guy ended up being y/n’s boyfriend. He even attended the British Grand Prix where he finally met Lando, who was actually the one to tell him to treat y/n right or he would run him over.

The next clip started off with the intro to grill the grid. The challenge was to guess the driver’s numbers, something that y/n was semi confident about.

“So we start off with my man, Danny, number three.” She wrote down on her clipboard. “Four, my son, Lando. Also ever since I met Lando I’ve been seeing the number four quite often. It’s scary actually. Can’t decide if Lando put a curse on me or not.”

“Would he do that?”

“He shouldn’t,” y/n raised her voice slightly. “Anyways, next is … oh! Seb! I don’t know why I couldn’t think of him right away. Then we have latifi at number six then kimi at seven.” She continued writing down the names.

“Nine ….Mazepin.” She fought the urge to roll her eyes since her and the driver were never on good terms.

“Ten, my favorite frenchie well one of, we treat everyone nice here, gasly.” Y/n winked at the camera. “Eleven, the mexican minister of defense, Perez. And then we have me! Thirteen!”

“Do you think Lando got your number right?”

“I don’t doubt him ever.”

“Thirteen, my mother! Everyone better get that right.” Lando pointed at the camera menacingly.

“Fourteen, Alonzo. Sixteen, Leclerc Charles. Eighteen, stroll and twenty two!” Y/n sang the number in the tune of taylor swift’s song. “Yuki! Thirty one, Esteban, my other frenchie. Thirty three, max does he have a middle name verstappen.”

“Have you noticed that you haven’t gotten any wrong yet?”

“I’m just the best, that’s why.” Y/n laughed. “Forty four, the seven time world champion, sir lewis hamilton. Fourty seven, mick mick mick. I love to say his name.”

Y/n had completely forgotten she had to be writing the names down. She was having too much fun.

“Fifty five, carlos smooth operator sainz jr. sixty three, the man with two first names, russell george.” Y/n said as she looked down at the numbers on the paper.

“Do you know his middle name?”

Y/n gasped. “Is it another first name?”

“I believe it’s William.”

“Three names!? It sounds so british.” Y/n chuckled. “Um, seventy seven valtteri, right?” Y/n saw the interviewer nod. “I was getting worried my streak would be broken. And ninety nine, antonio!”

“You got all of them!” Everyone in the room cheered.

“Did anyone else get them all?” Y/n asked.

“Daniel did.”

“Of course. He’s good with numbers.”

The next clip was from the same grill the grid video but it was a blooper. Lando had arrived right as y/n finished filming and handed her a water bottle.

“Did you get my number?” Lando asked curiously.

“Yeah, ninety five, right? Cause you’re a McQueen fan.” Y/n teased as she grabbed the bottle from lando’s hand.

“Yeah, you remembered!” Lando played along “how did she really do?” He asked.

“She got them all right.”

“Really? I’ve got a smart mother!” Lando high fived the woman.

“It’s because I’ve got a photographic memory.” Y/n nodded with the most serious face on.

“Do you really?” Lando asked. He was surprised to hear that.

“No, I just love to lie.”

The next clip started with Daniel and Lando standing next to boards with their 2022 rankings. As predicted, Daniel and Lando’s part of the interview was mostly filled with them drawing over each other’s pictures.

Daniel them knocked over Lando’s rankings to the ground. “That’s how I feel.”

“That was the worst timing ever. Y/n is walking this way.” Lando told Daniel, who immediately picked up the board.

“Are those your rankings?” Y/n asked as she approached the duo. She then noticed that the setup and quickly apologized to the camera man. “Sorry, I’m just curious now.”

“Are you proud of me?” Lando asked, standing next to her and throwing his arm over her shoulder.

“When am I not? Wait, except that time you pushed me into my birthday cake.” Y/n pinched his side. “Can I see the pen?” She asked the guys, Lando gave her his.

“She’s adding to our masterpieces. This piece will be worth millions years from now.” Daniel said.

Y/n then scribbled little stars around Lando’s head and then signed it at the top. “Actually you both look great in your pictures. Did they use photoshop?”

“Excuse me, this is all natural.”

“Y/n! Hi, hello. What’s going on here?” Martin brundle asked the woman as she walked with her mom and pr manager, Lucy.

“Martin! It’s been a while, nothing much. How are you?” Y/n hugged the former racing driver. “This is my mom, she’s been wanting to meet you.”

“Mrs. l/n, hello. Welcome, how are you?” Martin greeted the older woman.

“Great. I’m here supporting my girl. It’s been a wonderful weekend.” Y/n’s mom smiled.

“Are you aware that you have a grandson that drives for McLaren?” Martin asked making all three ladies laugh.

“Yes, Lando is a very lovely young man.”

“How does it feel to have a daughter and grandson in f1?” Martin asked in a serious tone.

“Amazing. I’m super proud of both of them.”

“Thank you ladies for your time. Have a wonderful day.” Martin smiled at them, but before he could leave, y/n gave him a hug goodbye.

“Take care, Martin!” Y/n waved to the man and left with her mom and Lucy.

“She wins everything. Give her all the trophies. Everything is hers.” Martin said to the camera.

The final clip was consisted of y/n after a race getting interviewed.

“Do you often see your father?” Someone asked from the back.

“No, actually we’re just good friends.”

“What’s your opinion on the president of the United States?” Asked the same person.

“I don’t think about him.”

“What’s going on between max verstappen and lewis hamilton?”

“I don’t know, I just work here.”

[wroetojaw]

SIDEMEN BRUTALLY RANK MORE YOUTUBERS | H. Lewis

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summary: cozy day in with your boyfriend and watching the sidemen

tags: fluff, w2s x reader

warnings: slight cursing (not really)

a/n: instead of doing my literature essay I completed this story hope you guys enjoy!! more stories and stories about other youtubers are coming soon! ⋆｡˚

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“Welcome to MoreSidemen, where the Sidemen, talk badly, about other youtubers” Simon says as the others cheer jokingly.

You giggle quietly while watching the video, leaning back into your boyfriend’s arms. Harry said you were one of the people they ranked and asked if you wanted to watch it with him. And, of course, you agreed because who wouldn’t. You watch Harry as he gets up from the couch to go get a snack.

"You look good in this video by the way," you complemented him as your eyes wandered back to the screen. "I reckon I look good in every video, don't know what you mean..." He remarked. You rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him when he sat back down next to you only to be grabed by the waist and pulled closer to him.

"They are our friends, so don't take any of these seriously," Simon continues with a disclaimer, knowing how the internet would react if he didn't. "Maybe not for much longer if I get ranked last for any of the nice ones." You say, half-accusingly glaring at Harry. He puts on a guilty look and shrugs.

"Which Youtuber would you most want backing you up in a fight, we have seven people." The said seven people then popped up at the bottom of the screen. It was you, Deji, Theo Baker, Callux, Danny Aarons, Randolph, and Calfreezy. “Oh shit, it’s my girlfriend oh no,” Harry says, putting his hands in his face. The guys laugh at him and Vik says, “someone’s sleeping in the dog house tonight.” "Bro you better watch what you say."

"Who'd you want most", "Well Deji has got to be number one", "Yea Deji number one," they say in agreement. "Hey! What about me," you say, turning around to pretend to punch Harry. He ducks out of the way and says, "Come on Y/N, he's literally a professional boxer". "Yeah well...I can throw a punch too." You grumble, turning back around to face the television.

"...Theo's up there because he's pretty w..." You hear your boyfriend say in the video. "I could take him down," you mutter. "I know you could okay Y/N," he says as he kisses the top of your head. The guys continue discussing their rankings, not once mentioning you at all. "Okay now hold on a sec, because I personally think Y/N could pack a punch you know, I feel like she's got the temper enough to take a bitch down." Simon reasons with the group.

"Remind me to give Simon a big hug the next time we see him." You say gleefully, happy someone finally recognized your strength. "Yeah, I agree. I think she has the ride-or-die kind of mindset because she will fight for you and what-not, god I love her." Harry says. You look up lovingly at him and kiss his cheek.

"So we're going Deji, Theo, Danny, Lux, Y/N, Freezy, Randy," they say as they list out their rankings. "Are we sure about Freezy and Randy?" Tobi asks, to which Harry responds, "Y/N loves getting into fights so yeah..." You glare at Harry, unsure if it was a compliment or not. "You know she's actually mad strong. The other time she accidentally turned around and elbowed my stomach and it had a huge bruise for a week," Josh added. "Does that mean you're just weak then?" Simon says. The lads just laughed and before Josh even tried to defend himself, Simon already started talking about the fan's rankings.

"Randy's third? And Danny's six?" Simon says in disbelief. "No way I think Randy and Danny swap," Harry says, he looks down the lists and sees you've been ranked at sixth. "Wait no way they voted Y/N as last. Guys have you seen her during our challenges, she would take a bitch down," Harry continues. You thanked him for 'defending your honor' and gave him a big smooch on the lips.

They continued to disagree with the fan rankings, but you honestly couldn't care less anymore. Knowing that your boyfriend thought you were tough and could hold your own was enough for you. You begin to dose off as the video continues playing, hearing Harry chuckle every now and then when his friends make a joke, as he combs your hair unconsciously.

However, one of the questions you hear as you fall asleep catches your attention. "Which youtuber is the most attractive?" You sit up, curious about what would be their rankings. The rest of boys in the video look at Harry, thinking that he would instantly say his girlfriend, but boy were they wrong. "Number one Callux," Harry says immediately. You both burst out laughing as he continues to try and correct himself, in the video, realising his girlfriend was also in the list. You pretended to act offended as Harry 'apologises profusely', peppering kisses all around your face. You couldn't help but giggle at your boyfriend's adorableness.

Laying back down in your boyfriend's arms as he wraps them tightly around you, with the video playing in the background, you look up at Harry, wondering how did you get so lucky and how much you love your life.

[petite-phthora]

They don't even have dental

[DP x DC fic]

[Love at first... murder? - part 15]

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Part 1

Ao3

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Private chat nicknames:

RedHood = Jason

Danny = Danny

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Danny and Ellie are both on their way to Danny’s apartment. Both flying invisibly while in ghost form with Danny holding onto Ellie’s hand to lead the way to his apartment without losing her.

As they’re flying, the silence gets broken by Ellie. She smacks her lips a few times and lets out a thoughtful hum.

“Mmmm… it’s spicy”

“What? What’s spicy?”

“Red Hood”

“Red Hood?”

“Yeah, his blood. It’s got some twang to it… not too bad to be fair, could use some more kick though” Ellie says with a shrug.

At this point, they’ve reached Danny’s apartment. They enter through the wall, both becoming visible and transforming back, landing on the floor.

Danny levels Ellie with an eyebrow raise he learned from Jazz, though hers is still better.

“Right…” He shakes his head, deciding not to ask. He asks her another couple of questions instead.

“So, care to tell me what you’re doing here in Gotham chewing on the local vigilantes? You know to only bite people in self-defense, when they’re assholes, or with consent, so what made you bite Red Hood?

“What are you even doing in Gotham for that matter? I thought the plan was to stay in Mexico for another week before moving onto Peru?”

He looks at her, eyebrow still raised and arms crossed. The look on his face is neither mad nor annoyed, just curious.

“Would you believe me if I told you I just came to give a surprise visit to my darling involuntary DNA donor?” She asks, putting her hands together in a pleading gesture and batting her eyes with a pout.

“… Well, not if you say it like that…” Danny says with a slight frown.

Ellie pouts before shrugging. “Worth a shot.”

She looks at Danny, seeing he’s still leveling her with a look, and lets out a long dramatic sigh. While sighing, she slinks down onto the floor dramatically.

“Fineeeeee” She draws out, lying flat on the floor.

“But, if you’d had a wider vocabulary you’d know I already told you about what I’m doing here!” She says in an accusatory tone, finger pointing at Danny for good measure.

She then crosses her arms and closes her eyes.

“It’s not my fault you didn’t understand me.”

Danny uncrosses his arms and rolls his eyes.

“Not everyone has followed Clockworks ‘Cryptic messaging 101’ course.” He says.

“They should, it was really informative.”

Ellie sits upright with another sigh.

“All I’m doing is testing if he’s good enough for you.” She says.

“If who is good enough for me?”

“If that vigilante boyfriend of yours deserves to date my mold. “ She pauses. “My stencil? Framework? Blueprint?” Ellie trails off, finger on her chin.

“Just call me brother, that’s easier” Danny cuts in.

Ellie waves him off, unconcerned.

“Anyway, he needs to prove himself, his worth, and for that, I’m setting up multiple challenges. If he succeeds them all, he’s got my blessings and is free to date you, if both of you so wish.

“But if he fails…” Ellie trails off. She puts her hands together, a feral grin on her face.

Danny doesn’t bat an eye.

“So what, you came back from Mexico earlier than planned to haze the guy I’m dating?”

“Mhmm!” Ellie nods enthusiastically in response, the feral look from before gone as if it was never there.

“And biting him was just another one of these challenges?” He continues.

“Yup! He passed, by the way, flying colors” Ellie says.

“Do I get to know what exactly you scored him on and what you were testing him for at that moment?”

“Do you want to know?”

Danny pauses.

“You know what… Nah, I’m good.”

Ellie nods along, “A wise decision.”

“Well, since your plans were kinda last-minute, do you need a place to stay?” Danny asks.

“I don’t really have a guest bedroom, apartments too small for that, but the couch is very comfy. 8/10 sleeping spot. Some points get docked ‘cause it still smells like the marinara sauce I spilled on there when I first moved in.” He shrugs.

Ellie shakes her head in response. She stands up, dusting off her pants as she does so, as she replies.

“Nah, no need to worry about me. I’ve got it handled, already found a place to crash for the foreseeable future.” She pauses.

“Though I will raid your ice cream stash. As payment.” Ellie says as she turns around and moves towards Danny’s kitchen where she immediately starts rooting through his freezer.

“Payment? For what? Being a feral little shit and biting my boy— I mean my uh, partner-friend?” Danny asks, not really making any move to stop her from taking his food.

Ellie pretends to not have noticed the slip-up.

“No.” She rolls her eyes. “Payment for being an awesome Fright Knight for His Majesty,” She says, giving him a mocking bow while clutching a tub of ice cream to her chest with one arm.

Danny rolls his eyes right back at her.

“I’m not even king yet.” He denies “Just the Crown Prince. Still have to wait till I’m an elder in ghost years before they can force me on the throne, luckily.”

He then raises an eyebrow at her again.

“And I’m pretty sure the position of Fright Knight is not a paid position”

Ellie gasps dramatically.

“Are you saying you don’t pay your workers, My Liege? Blasphemy!” She sticks the spoon she grabbed from his drawer in the air, still clutching the ice cream tub with her other arm.

“Next you’re gonna tell me we don’t have dental” She scoffs.

Danny thinks for a second.

“Well, uh…”

This elicits another dramatic gasp from Ellie.

“No! I can’t believe it! My very own template, a tyrant! The very thing he destroyed to get where he currently is in the first place” She pretends to almost faint, swaying for a few steps with the hand that’s holding the spoon dramatically on her forehead.

She closes her eyes with a fake sorrowful expression on her face.

“Well, you know what they say. You either die a hero or live long enough to become a villain.”

She sadly shakes her head.

 “Wait till I tell Sam about your authoritarian leadership,” She says, looking at Danny with narrowed eyes.

“I’m pretty sure you used the word authoritarian wrong, but I don’t know enough about English to dispute you” Danny shrugs.

Ellie sticks out her tongue at him. Danny just rolls his eyes.

“Just take the ice cream as payment then, Fright Ellie? Ellie Knight?” Danny pauses.

“It’s Sir Ellie the Frightful or Sir Ellie of the Infinite Realms,” Ellie says helpfully.

“Right.” Danny nods along. “And I’ll ask Clockwork and Frostbite about the dental stuff, alright?”

Ellie cheers and starts floating. She begins stuffing her face with the ice cream. In between bites, she speaks up again.

“If I don’t hear back about dental within a month, I’m gonna assume you’ve gone full-on tyrant and I’ll start a revolution to dethrone you.” She says with a self-assured nod.

“Not like you’ll have to do a lot of effort for your recruiting, most of them already like you more than me anyway,” Danny replies.

Ellie cackles, by now floating upside down with the ice cream. Once she’s done she speaks up again.

“Hah! Heh… Well, anyway, I’ve got some challenges to prepare. See ya, Mr. Polar Bear!”

Danny’s cheeks flush a little.

“You were there?!”

All he gets in response is another round of cackles as Ellie flies full-speed through the wall of his apartment with the ice cream and spoon, turning invisible once outside.

---

It’s the next day when Danny unlocks his phone to a message from the private chat group with Red Hood.

---

Private chat

~ RedHood changed the name of Danny to Kangaroo ~

RedHood: There, that’s better.

Kangaroo: hey!! 😲

Kangaroo: I’m not the kangaroo here 😠😠

Kangaroo: like, I was the one who said it!!!

Kangaroo: I said it to you 🫵

Kangaroo: so you’re the kangaroo here 😤

Kangaroo: if anything, I’m the polar bear 😌

Kangaroo: cause of like

Kangaroo: y’know

Kangaroo: yesterday? 🙃

Kangaroo: y’know seeing you reading my messages without replying is kinda nerve racking 😅😓

Kangaroo: not gonna lie

Kangaroo: Red Hood?... 😟

~ RedHood changed the name of Kangaroo to PolarBear ~

~ RedHood changed their name to Kangaroo ~

Kangaroo: This better, Mister ‘I’m the polar bear’?

---

Danny smiles down at his phone for a second before replying. His cheeks are slightly pink.

He really likes Hood…

---

PolarBear: perfect 😊

Kangaroo: Good.

Kangaroo: Now, I actually messaged you because I wanted to discuss the next date :)

Kangaroo: If you’d still like to go.

PolarBear: yes!

PolarBear: of course I still want to go 😊

PolarBear: does this Saturday afternoon work for you?

Kangaroo: Yep, that works.

PolarBear: great!

PolarBear: but!! ☝️

PolarBear: this time I get to plan the date 😤😌

PolarBear: like, the second part of the date

PolarBear: after tp-ing that manor 😁😇

PolarBear: cause you planned the last date

PolarBear: so I wanna plan this one 🙃

PolarBear: if that’s cool with you too?

Kangaroo: That’s fine by me, Love :)

Kangaroo: How about I pick you up around 3pm this Saturday, I’ll bring us to Wayne Manor, and then for the second part of the date I’ll drive us there with you giving me directions.

PolarBear: sounds good to me!

Kangaroo: Great, see you then :)

PolarBear: see ya! 👋

PolarBear: oh!!

PolarBear: also

PolarBear: feel like I should warn you that you might be seeing Ellie some more in the near future 😅

PolarBear: apparently she’s trying to see if you’re gonna ‘treat me right’ and all that 🤔 🤔

PolarBear: and so she has some challenges or something prepared to make you prove your worth???

PolarBear: the biting thing was a part of that apparently 🤷

PolarBear: but you passed that challenge with flying colors btw 😊👍

PolarBear: anyway

PolarBear: good luck! and I’ll see you on Saturday 👋🙃

---

Danny turned off his phone with a smile.

Now, let’s plan that date.

---

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[tonyspank]

GREEDY

Warnings: Reader being oblivious, i never snowboarded in my life, and i think that’s all

A/N: who r u 2 should be out today or tomorrow

Core Five, a stupid but fitting nickname Chad had given your group of friends. Well, it's less fitting now as Sam wasn't present for the group's France getaway. Sam wanted to stay back in New York, as she finally had free time with Danny, her obvious boyfriend, whom she had been dating for the past few months.

Core Four, more fitting and still slightly stupid, who had just arrived at a ski resort in Chamonix, France, were excited to enjoy their much-needed vacation.

"I don't understand why we're wasting a night here. We don't even know how to ski!" Tara complained, watching as you and Chad unloaded the luggage from the car. You chuckle while Mindy wraps an arm around Tara's shoulders, "We'll see your Eiffel Tower later in the week, plus Y/N knows how to ski."

Tara pouted, crossing her arms. You close the trunk of the car with a satisfied thud and turn to face Tara. "Not just me. Chad said he knows as well." Tara narrows her eyes at you, "How on earth does Chad know how to ski? He's lived in California half of his life!"

Chad smiles. "I watched a few TikToks to learn." Tara raises an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "TikTok? Are you sure that's even a reliable source for learning how to ski?" Chad shrugs playfully. "Well, it's worth a shot, right? Plus, I've always been a quick learner."

Tara looks back at you, her skepticism still evident. You just shrug before saying, "I have faith in Chad."

Chad grins at you. "Thank you. It's about time I received moral respect from my fellow core members." Mindy lets go of Tara, groaning at her brother. "Shut up, Dingus."

You laugh at the playful banter between Chad and Mindy and start making your way to the ski resort. Tara quickly catches up to you, and the two of you walk side by side in comfortable silence.

"If we don't get them together by the end of this trip, I don't know what will," Mindy whispers to her brother, who immediately nods, eager to play matchmaker. They exchange silly grins, ready to take on the challenge of bringing you and Tara closer together.

"Wait, what? You only want me to strap in one foot?" Mindy asks you, confusion evident on her face. You nod, "Yeah, just until we get off the lift." Mindy raises an eyebrow but obliges, strapping only one foot into the snowboard binding.

"Time to get on the lift!" Chad shouts, trying his best to run, but it's kind of hard with his foot attached to his snowboard. Tara giggles at Chad, finding his struggle amusing. She looks over at Mindy and you, who calls out after Chad.

"Hey, Chad! Maybe you should slow down before you—" before you can finish your sentence, Chad falls face-first into the snow, causing a small cloud of powder to billow up around him. Mindy and Tara burst into laughter, while you wobble over to your friend with a huge smile on your face.

Chad rolls over on his back, "Let's just... get on the lift...please." You extend a helping hand to Chad, trying to suppress your laughter. "Sure, man, whatever you say," you smile, trying to hide your amusement. Chad gratefully accepts your assistance, and together you all make your way towards the lift.

"Wanna ride with me, Chad?" you ask, still chuckling. Chad glances at Mindy, who shakes her head, indicating that she wants Tara to ride with you instead. "Uhh, maybe Tara should ride with you instead," Chad suggests, giving you a sheepish smile.

You nod in agreement, realizing that it might be better for Tara to ride with you since you actually do know what you're doing. Tara joins you in the lift, looking a bit nervous but also excited for the ride. As the lift starts moving, you put out a hand for her.

Tara hesitates for a moment before taking your hand. "I got you, T. Don't look so worried." You reassure Tara with a comforting smile, reminding her that you've been snowboarding multiple times before. Tara's grip on your hand tightens slightly while the lift continues to ascend.

She admits, "I've always wanted to try snowboarding, but I'm a little scared of falling, plus I lived in California." You smile, squeezing her hand through your glove.

"Don't worry, Tara. I'll be right there with you every step of the way. And falling is just a part of learning, it happens to everyone." You encourage her, hoping to ease her fears and make her feel more confident about trying something new.

You and Tara get off the lift in sync, and she instantly grabs onto your arm for support. You breathe out a laugh, guiding her towards the beginner slope. "Here, put your foot here so I can fasten your binding. I'll make sure it's nice and secure so you feel stable on the slope."

Tara nods, her hands resting on your shoulders as you kneel down to adjust her binding. "Thanks for being so patient with me," she says, a hint of nervousness in her voice.

You smile reassuringly at Tara and reply, "Of course! Anything for you." You stand up and give Tara a gentle squeeze on the shoulder. You notice the redness on her cheeks, taking it as a sign of the cold weather. But in reality, it was due to the fact that she was blushing at your words.

"Do you want me to adjust your goggles too? Just to make sure your face protected from the wind and snow," you suggest, reaching for her goggles. Tara nods gratefully, allowing you to adjust them snugly around her head. "There you go, all set for a great day on the slopes!"

Tara smiles and thanks you for your help. You smile back, helping her to the beginner's slope. "Oh my god, is that Chad?" Tara exclaims, pointing towards a familiar face in the distance.

"Wait, what the fuck? Why is he actually good at snowboarding?" You squint your eyes to get a better look and notice Chad effortlessly gliding down the slope with impressive skill. "Looks like those TikTok's worked," you remark, surprised by his sudden talent.

"Okay! Your turn. If Chad can do it, you can do it." You encourage Tara, giving her a reassuring pat on the back. "Just remember to stay relaxed, and I'll hold your hand the entire time," you add, confident that she can conquer the beginner's slope like Chad did.

You hold out both of your hands, ready to guide Tara down the slope and provide her with the support she needs. She takes a deep breath and grasps your hands tightly, her snowboard beginning to move down the slope.

"Bend your knees a bit, T!" you shout over the sound of the wind, reminding Tara of the proper snowboarding stance. "Keep your weight centered and let the board glide smoothly. You've got this!"

She follows your instructions, gradually gaining confidence as she glides down the slope. With each turn, she becomes more comfortable and starts to enjoy the adrenaline-rushing experience of snowboarding.

As she gains speed, Tara's smile widens, her excitement evident in her eyes. The rush of the wind against her face and the grasp of your hands against hers make her heart race and her face flush as she sees the happy smile on your face.

You both reach the bottom of the slope, and Tara brings you into a tight embrace. She pulls away, smiling like an idiot. "Oh my god! I did it!" You nod at the shorter girl, pulling up your goggles.

"You did amazing, Tara! See! It wasn't so bad." Tara's cheeks turn a shade of pink as she takes a moment to catch her breath. "I can't believe I—" Tara's words are cut off by Mindy, who waddles to you, breathless and excited. "Guys, that was incredible! I saw the whole thing from the top of the slope!"

Tara's eyes widen in surprise as she looks at Mindy. "You were watching us?" Mindy nods enthusiastically, "Yes! You looked like a power couple out there. Hashtag go Y/ara!"

Tara blushes even deeper at Mindy's comment, and you furrow your eyebrows, confused. "What is Y/ara?" Mindy grins mischievously. "Your ship name, obviously! Keep up with the times, dude."

You chuckle, realizing what Mindy is referring to. "Ah, I see. Y/ara, huh? That's actually kind of catchy." You turn to Tara and give her a playful nudge. "Looks like we have our own ship now, Tara." Tara giggles and playfully rolls her eyes at your comment.

The three of you go back up the slope, meeting up with Chad, who was impatiently waiting for your return. Chad raises an eyebrow at the sight of the three of you. "What took you guys so long?" he asks, a slight smile on his face.

"We were just discussing our new ship name, Y/ara," you explain, grinning. Chad raises his eyebrow and says, "Oh, but Core Five is a bad name." Mindy nods, "It really is. Y/ara is just superior."

Chad chuckles and shakes his head. "I don't know about that, but as long as you all like it, I guess it works," he says, joining in on the playful banter. You turn your head to see a girl struggling to strap her feet onto the board.

"Hey, need a hand?" you offer, walking over to help her. She looks up at you with gratitude and nods, "Thanks, I'm still getting the hang of this." You smile reassuringly and say, "No problem, we all started somewhere."

The girl gives a small smile and says, "Yeah, I guess you're right. It's just a bit intimidating at first." You nod in understanding and reply, "Yeah, but with practice, you'll be gliding down like a pro in no time."

You finish her left foot, moving onto her right. She smiles at you, "I'm Ariana, by the way." You return her smile and introduce yourself. "Nice to meet you, Ariana. I'm Y/N."

Ariana blushes slightly and says, "Thank you, Y/N. I really appreciate your help." You help her to her feet, holding her arms to keep her from falling. "No problem, Ariana. I'm happy to help," you reassure her. As she gains her balance, you let go of her arms and say, "Just remember to take it slow and steady, and maybe you'll be as good as me." you joke, sending the girl a wink.

Ariana giggles and playfully rolls her eyes. "We'll see about that, Y/N. But I'll definitely give it my best shot." She adjusts her posture and takes a deep breath, ready to take on the slope.

You watch as Ariana pushes off and starts skiing down the slope, gracefully maneuvering her way through the twists and turns. Still, getting the hang of this? She was amazing.

"Hey, Doofus! Gonna snap out of your trance already?" Mindy calls out, breaking your concentration.  You blush and quickly turn your attention back to Mindy, trying to hide your embarrassment. "Sorry guys," you mumble, picking up your snowboard from beside Tara, who has her arms crossed and her jaw tightly clenched.

"Hurry, or we'll leave you behind," Tara warns, her tone laced with impatience. You frown slightly, "Sorry. Are we riding the slope again?"

"Tara wanted to go to our room. She said she's tired and wants to take a break from snowboarding for a while. But I'm up for another run if you are." Chad answers, glancing at Tara. "I don't mind taking a break too," you say, trying to diffuse the tension.

You glance at Tara, who doesn't even look your way, before walking in the direction of the lodge. Her jaw is clenched, and her shoulders are tense, indicating her frustration. You exchange a concerned look with Chad, unsure of what has caused Tara's sudden change in mood.

"What'd I do?" you ask Chad, genuinely confused. Chad just sighs, shaking his head as Mindy does the same.

You arrive in your shared room with Tara a few moments later than her, noticing that she has already closed the door behind her. Using your key to unlock the door, your ears pick up on the noise coming from the shower.

You take off your jackets, hang them on the hooks by the door, and sit on the edge of the bed, contemplating whether to address Tara's change in mood or give her some space. You quietly grab your phone and start scrolling through social media, hoping that a little distraction will help pass the time until Tara is ready to talk.

Ten minutes later, Tara walks out with just a towel wrapped around her, her wet hair dripping onto her shoulders. She avoids making eye contact and heads straight to her suitcase to grab some clothes.

Your heart skips a beat. Did she not care that she was basically naked in front of you? You quickly avert your gaze, going back onto your phone to give her some privacy. However, the image of Tara in just a towel lingers in your mind, leaving you feeling both flustered and intrigued.

Quinn messages you, sending you a stupid photo of a funny-looking dog wearing sunglasses.

You let out a sniffle, and Tara mistakes this for a sign of sadness. She turns to you with worry in her eyes, now dressed and throwing her towel on the floor. "Are you okay?"

You raise your head from your phone, smiling. "Oh, yeah. Quinn just texted me." Tara gives you a puzzled look, clearly not understanding why Quinn would even text you knowing you were on vacation. She brushes it off and asks, "What did Quinn send you?"

"Just a stupid photo." You chuckle, putting down your phone. Tara hums in response, making her way towards her own bed. You stand up from yours, standing behind Tara. "Are you okay?"

You ask, concerned about how she acted earlier. Tara turns to face you, a faint smile on her face. "Yeah, I'm fine," she replies softly. "Just a little tired from the long day."

Tara sits down on her bed, staring up at you. "Are you sure that's all?" you ask gently, sensing that there might be something more bothering her. Tara nods, and you narrow your eyes at her, "Mmm...okay."

You decide to trust Tara's response for now, but you can't shake off the feeling that there might be something she's not telling you. Hoping that she will open up when she's ready, you give her a reassuring smile before going to the bathroom to shower yourself.

When you return to the room, you jump on top of Tara, putting your deadweight on her and playfully pinning her down. Tara giggles and squirms under your weight. "Y/N!"

You straddle her, pinning her arms above her head. As you hold her in place, you playfully tease, "Come on, Tara, spill the beans. Is there something you're hiding from me?" Tara's laughter fills the room as she tries to wriggle free from your playful hold.

"I'm not hiding anything." Tara insists, her laughter subsiding as she looks up at you with a mischievous glint in her eyes. You lean down, blowing raspberries on her neck, causing her to erupt in a fit of giggles once again. "Oh, really?" you tease, raising an eyebrow.

"Yes! Really!" Tara protests, managing to break free from your hold and playfully pushing you away. You both collapse onto the end of the bed, catching your breath and still laughing. "Okay, okay," you say, holding up your hands in surrender. "I believe you... for now."

Tara smiles, watching you crawl back towards her. "You know there's another bed, right?" You chuckle, brushing off her comment. "Why would we waste another perfectly good bed when we're having so much fun right here?" you reply playfully, winking at her. Tara's smile widens as she pulls you closer, clearly agreeing with your sentiment.

-

"What are you ordering?" Tara asks you, looking over the menu. "I'm not sure yet," you respond, scanning the options. "But I might get some crepes."

"You look good today," Chad says to you, admiring your outfit. "Thanks," you reply with a grateful smile. Mindy joins in, "Right! You look like you belong in Paris. Don't you think Tara?"

Tara blushes slightly, taking a sip of her drink to hide it. "I think you've both boosted Y/N's ego enough," she says with a playful tone. You laugh, placing a hand on Tara's thigh to reassure her. "Oh, come on, Tara. It's just a little compliment," you say teasingly. Tara playfully swats your hand away, but her smile tells you she appreciates the gesture.

"Êtes-vous prêts à commander?" The waiter interrupts, asking if you are ready to order. You quickly glance at your friends. "Are you guys ready to order?" you ask, hoping they have made up their minds.

Everyone nods, and you proceed to place the orders for the table. The waiter closes her notepad, smiling at you. "Êtes-vous d'ici? Je ne crois pas vous avoir déjà vu."

You laugh, "Euhhh, non." She tilts her head, edging for you to explain further. "Nous ne faisons que visiter. En fait, je viens de New York." The waiter's smile widens as she responds, "Oh, New York! C'est une ville incroyable. Qu'est-ce qui vous amène ici?"

"Juste pour s'amuser." You reply with a playful tone, causing the waiter to chuckle. Tara furrows her eyebrows. She didn't exactly understand the conversation going on between you two, but she knew you had already given the waiter everyone's order, so why was she still here?

"Je pourrais peut-être obtenir votre numéro au cas où vous auriez besoin de quelqu'un pour vous faire visiter les lieux." You raise your eyebrows. Was she allowed to ask such a thing on the clock?

You hesitate for a moment, unsure of how to respond. However, you decide to play along and give her a friendly smile. "Bien sûr. Je suppose, merci."

The waiter smiles wider, ripping a piece of paper from her notepad and handing you a pen. You glance around your table, looking at everyone's reactions to see if they find this interaction as strange as you do. Chad seems amused, while Tara and Mindy appear indifferent. You quickly jot down your number on the paper and hand it back to the waiter, hoping that this won't lead to any awkward encounters in the future.

"Did you just give the waiter your phone number?" Chad asks, raising an eyebrow. You blush and shrug, unsure of how to explain your sudden decision. 'I didn't know what else to do," you mumble, hoping Chad won't tease you about it later.

"Uhh, I don't know? Decline?" Mindy says, rolling her eyes. Tara stays silent, her expression unreadable.

Breakfast continues in an awkward silence as you all try to move past the unexpected moment. The waiter returns with your orders, and you all focus on enjoying your meal, hoping that the incident will soon be forgotten.

When you exit the restaurant, you stand in the middle of the sidewalk, the group trying to decide where to go next. Chad scrolls through his phone, calculating the distance and travel time to various nearby attractions. Mindy suggests going to a local art gallery, while Tara remains quiet, still seemingly lost in her thoughts.

You lift your sunglasses off your face, leaving them perched on top of your head as you grab Tara's hands. Tara stares into your eyes, millions of thoughts going through her mind. She finally breaks the silence, "Are you going to call her?"

You give Tara a reassuring smile and gently squeeze her hands. "No." You simply say. Tara nods, allowing you to pull her into a hug, your bodies swaying back and forth. Tara wraps her arms around you, holding onto you tightly as if she never wants to let go. You place a kiss on the top of her head, not even noticing the group of girls approaching in the distance.

"Excuse me." One of the girls speaks up, catching your attention. Tara breaks away from the hug. Why is it hard to just have one moment of peace with you? You turn towards the group of girls, feeling slightly annoyed at the interruption.

"Can you be in our TikTok?" You raise an eyebrow, slightly taken aback by the unexpected request. "Umm..." Another girl speaks up, "Please. It's just a dancing video. We really admire your style and think you would add a lot to our video." Tara looks at you, waiting for your response.

You consider their request, weighing the pros and cons of joining their TikTok video. On one hand, it could be fun, and it's not every day someone asks you to join one of their TikTok videos. On the other hand, you were enjoying a moment of peace with Tara and didn't want to be interrupted again.

"I can't even dance." You admit smiling. However, the girl reassures you, "Don't worry! You just move your arms in a funny way, it's all about having fun and being silly." You glance at Tara whose head is in her phone.

You frown and say, "Okay." You reluctantly agree, realizing that it might be a good opportunity to step out of your comfort zone and try something new. The girls squeal with excitement and begin showing you how to do the dance, it was actually pretty easy.

One of the girls set their phone on the ground, positioning it to record the five of you dancing together. The music starts playing, and you do the stupid dance for about fifteen seconds before the video stops recording.

"Y/N! Where's Tara?" Mindy shouts, looking around frantically.

You look around and realize that Tara is nowhere to be seen. A feeling of worry washes over you as you start searching for her, hoping she didn't wander off too far.

Walking away from the group of girls, you walk to the twins, confused. "She was just here a minute ago. I'm not sure where she could have gone," you say. "Maybe if you weren't filming TikTok's with those girls, you would have noticed when she disappeared," Mindy remarks sarcastically.

You feel a pang of guilt, realizing that you were too caught up in the moment to keep an eye on Tara. "I'll call her."

-

You walk up behind Tara, who is engrossed in taking pictures of the Eiffel Tower, unaware of the panic she has caused. "Tara, we've been looking for you everywhere. We were worried," you say, trying to hide your relief.

"Sorry." Tara mumbles, but you can tell she doesn't mean it.

Tara's nonchalant response only adds to your frustration. You can't help but wonder if she purposely disappeared to get a reaction from everyone.

"Tara, what the hell is your problem?" you blurt out, unable to contain your anger any longer. Tara twists her body, anger flashing in her eyes as she meets your gaze. "My problem? Maybe if you actually paid attention to me once in a while, you would understand," she retorts, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"We're here on vacation, Tara! I'm sorry that I'm not giving you my undivided attention every second of the day!" You yell, feeling your frustration rise.

"Oh, but you can give it to random girls you meet," Tara interrupts, her voice dripping with bitterness. Her words hit you like a punch to the gut, and you struggle to find a response. What?

"...I'm confused?" You stammer, trying to gather your thoughts. "I don't know what you're talking about, Tara. I haven't given my attention to anyone else but you."

Tara scoffs, "Airana? Remember when we were skiing? And then the waiter giving her your number? And just now! Those girls! It's like you're the main attraction in Paris, and it's annoying!"

You feel a pang of guilt as Tara's accusations sink in. The memories of Ariana and the waiter giving her your number flood back, making you realize that perhaps you haven't been as attentive as you thought. But before you can respond, Tara continues to express her frustration, leaving you at a loss for words.

"I wanted to go to Paris and enjoy our time together, but it feels like I'm constantly competing for your attention. I love you, Y/N! And it's so fucking scary because I don't want to lose you, but I also don't want to feel like I'm always fighting for your focus."

"Tara..." you start, walking closer to her. "I love you too. I'm sorry if it seems like I haven't been giving you enough attention, if you didn't notice already, I'm pretty oblivious to things sometimes. It's not that I don't care, it's just that I get caught up in my own thoughts, and I'm a people-pleaser...and maybe a dumbass."

Tara laughs, a small sniffle escaping her. "You're not a dumbass, just a little absent-minded sometimes," she says, wiping away a tear.

"Can I kiss you?" Tara's laughter fades into a warm smile as she nods, her eyes shining with affection. "Of course you can," she replies softly, leaning in closer to meet your lips.

You place a hand on Tara's cheek, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath your fingertips. The kiss is gentle at first but quickly deepens as you pour all of your love and longing into it. The world around you fades away as you lose yourself in the moment, loving the taste of Tara's lips and the softness of her touch.

You pull away slightly, opening your eyes to meet those pretty brown orbs that are filled with desire and adoration. The intensity of the moment leaves you breathless, and you can't help but smile as you realize just how lucky you are to have Tara in your life.

Just as you're about to lean in for another kiss, you hear cheering behind you. "Wooo! Finally!" Mindy shouts, clapping her hands excitedly. You turn around to see Chad and Mindy smiling at the two of you.

You pull Tara into a tight embrace, and she hides her face in your chest. "Are you seriously recording?" You glance at Mindy's phone and see that she indeed has her camera out, capturing the entire moment.

Laughing, you playfully scold Mindy for invading your private moment, but deep down, you're grateful to have such supportive friends who are genuinely happy for you.

[disillusioneddanny]

Dis Fic List: Dead on Main aka Danny Fenton/Jason Todd

Thought it might be a fun challenge to make some rec lists for my fics! This one is of all of my Jason/Danny fics.

Let me know if there are any lists you'd like to see from my works!

Collapse Into My Arms (And I'll Take Care of Your Heart)

Jason Todd is about to go into heat. Thankfully he has his amazing Beta boyfriend who makes Jason feel safer than anyone has ever made him feel before.

Info:

Oneshot

Words: 1,170

Lightning in a Bottle

Jason gets his neck sliced by Bruce’s batarang. It irreversibly damaged his vocal cords. Pros: He can still use ghost speak Cons: None of his family knows ghost speak (as it’s sounds aren’t for living men to understand) Thankfully Jason meets Danny Fenton who not only understands ghost speak but can teach him how to live again after his accident.

Chapters: 21/21 --completed

Words: 46,202

Fallin' Into Your Ocean Eyes

After a fight with his father, Jason finds himself getting comfort from his merperson boyfriend, Danny.

Oneshot

Words: 2,874

You Put Your Arms Around Me (And I'm Home)

Jason Todd can't get over the fact that he has the life he does. Bruce Wayne reminds him that he's deserving of a good life.

oneshot

Words: 2,912

People Watching

Jason has been people watching for as long as he can remember, always wondering when it would be his turn to fall in love. And then he meets Danny and realizes maybe it's his turn.

Oneshot

Words: 1,518

Wait For It

When sixteen year old Danny goes to check out the Lazarus Waters in a different universe he doesn't know what he's expecting. Somehow getting a new halfa boyfriend and a baby brother was what were in the books for the young Ghost Prince. Everything seems to be going well, though, until first Jason decides to leave the League of Assassins and Danny to get revenge for his death, and then Damian decides that now that he is about to get to meet his real father, he will no longer need Danny. Years later, though, both Damian and Jason realize that they lost more than expected when leaving Danny behind all those years before. Especially after watching the powerful ghost king defeat an enemy within seconds. Now both must figure out how to fix their broken relationships with the ghost who helped them when they needed it most and never asked for more.

Chapters: 17/17

Words: 33,891

A Lover's Lament

After being cursed by Plasmius, Danny's soulmate is forced to become reincarnated and forget everything he ever knew about his soul mate each cycle. Danny is forced to find his love and bring back the memories of their time together each life cycle until he can break the curse one day. Jason Todd was born to parents who did not really care about him. Lucky for him, his soulmate refuses to let him die before his time is up and is more than prepared to take care of him to the best of his ability.

Chapters: 23/23

Words: 40,310

Learn How to Fly

Jason wakes up in the Zone confused. Why the fuck does he have wings? And who is this weird Prince Phantom?

Oneshot

Words: 2,252

The Devil Wore a T-Shirt

After a one-night stand, Danny finds himself pregnant with Red Hood's kid. Now he finds himself as a dad to a small child with an important decision to make. Does he tell Red Hood he has a child? Or does Danny raise the kid by himself?

Chapters: 11/11

Words: 24,778

[vettelsdarling]

Could you please do a Charles x Schumacher!reader insta au? Where she’s a chef and they both do a soft launch. I don’t really have much of an idea but can you make it a bit long? Not like with text but just a lot of posts? I hope I’m requesting right lol

I really liked your Danny insta au

Crème De La Crème, Ma Chérie

Lissie note… I really like the idea of reader being a chef! Haven’t seen that before??? You’re giving me a lot of creative freedom and I could not be happier<3 Thanks for this!!!

Few things to note:

Reader is Mick’s twin sister, and Gina’s younger sister.

Reader is a Michelin star chef (one star)

Reader is famous (obviously)

This follows the 2022 season

Reader and Charles have been dating since the beginning of the 2021 season (1 year)

Pairing: Charles Leclerc x Fem!Chef!Reader

Warnings: Some cursing, gut wrenching fluff

Here's the playlist recommendations

y/nschumacher

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y/nschumacher Movie date and a home-cooked meal for him❤️

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mickschumacher You should invite us over for dinner soon… miss your cooking🙏

gina_schumacher Yes pleaseee!!

francisca.cgomes AHHH it looks SO GOOD😩 Where’s my share?🤨

user1 great dinner but WHO IS THAT🫣🫣🫣

user2 She’s allowed to date yk

user1 no need to be rude. I was just wondering who it was…

user3 It’s clearly a boyfriend that she doesn’t wanna reveal or something

user4 A SOFT LAUNCH???😭

user5 MOTHER NOOO😭😭😭😭

user6 Byebye… to my parasocial relationship…

user7 I haven’t seen her like this before and idk if I like it😭

user8 He never has to pay for dinner again💀💀💀

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Tough weekend so far but we’ll improve for the next weekend.

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y/nschumacher Good luck next week!

user1 Somebody save him😭❤️

user2 y/n in the comments?

user3 She switched from Haas to Ferrari💀 Wonder what Mick has to say about that

user2 omg💀💀💀

user4 Seems suspicious…

user3 I mean, I don’t think so? She’s great friends with everyone on the track.

user5 Not Ferrari again😭😭😭 WHYYY

user6 Atp I don’t even wanna watch the races anymore😭 It’s just depression on a screen😭😭😭

user7 Ferrari is making him delusional💀 No way they’re ever gonna improve…

user8 I’m still hopeful😞🫶

user9 Tbh I’ve given up

y/nschumacher

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y/nschumacher November dump🌅🍂 He tried to challenge my cooking. Bold move, sir… bold move.

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mickschumacher I doubt it tasted good😒

y/nschumacher It was actually really good

mickschumacher Biased.

y/nschumacher 🙄

carlossainz55 It was nice having you in the Ferrari garage for a change

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gina_schumacher I miss you :/

y/nschumacher I’m coming to visit soon🫶

gina_schumacher You better

maxverstappen1 Red Bull > Ferrari

y/nschumacher No.

user1 since when did she become a Ferrari girl—

user2 wtaf is going on😭

user3 why are there so many drivers in her comments all of a sudden💀

user4 she’s soft launching. Mother is soft launching.

user5 Please leave him for me❤️

user6 No she’s leaving him for me😒

user7 Um no. She’s obviously leaving him for me🙄

user8 You’re all wrong. It’s always been me.

user9 Okay but whoever she’s dating is so lucky. Home-cooked Michelin meals? That’s literally living my dream.

user10 Ugh it’s so unfair. This guy should be ashamed he stole a national treasure

user11 I second that statement

user12 What’s with the new insta era😭 Pls post more food pics😔

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wagsoff1 You heard it here first…

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user1 EXCUSE ME???? THIS WAS A YEAR AGO???

user2 wtaf this came out of nowhere…

user3 but where’s the proof😭

user4 It’s probably fake since there’s no proof

user5 I bet all the 13 yr olds and their parasocial relationships are disintegrating rn

user6 yeah um I won’t believe it until I see it💀

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc Drank some wine and went out for dinner for the first time in a long time😘

View all comments maxverstappen1 Wine and oysters, but you didn’t invite me…

charles_leclerc Sorry mate. Next time!

pierregasly Thanks for the date idea mate

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user1 ig @ wagsoff1 was right

user2 Why am I crying

user3 This is genuinely so cute🤍

user4 His gf is so lucky

user5 WHO IS ITTTT

user6 Honestly, we should just look out for her at the paddock.

user7 We gotta wait for the next season for that…

user6 I forgot😭 I don’t want to wait so long ughhh

user8 Well, there goes my husband.

user9 Does anyone know who it is?

user10 I have an idea it’s someone we all know…

user9 Who?

user10 Dms

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francisca.cgomes Girls night🥂🪩

y/nschumacher Same time next week?

francisca.cgomes Obviously🤍

pierregasly You cancelled date night for this?

francisca.cgomes It’s. Girls. Night.

pierregasly Understandable, have a nice day.

user1 IN LOVE WITH THIS FRIENDSHIP

user2 Me and my bestie when exam season is over:

user3 Literally

user4 Since when did they start hanging out🫣

user5 They’ve been friends for a long time, actually💀

user4 Oh okay I didn’t know😭

user5 Two pretty best friends🫶

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y/nschumacher I should stick to cooking… fell off so many times. How do you do it???

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gina_schumacher You’ll get there with practice!

y/nschumacher If I mount another horse, I will die.

charles_leclerc I’m sure you did great❤️

y/nschumacher I didn’t, but thank you❤️

mickschumacher Watching you fall was great entertainment

y/nschumacher At least I didn’t refuse to get on the horse😒

user1 WHAT WHAT WHATTTTT CHARLES??? THE HEARTS????

user2 wtaf this is insane😭

user3 is this their idea of a soft launch wtf😭

user4 they really just act as if it’s known💀💀

user 3 Literally💀

user5 so basically, Charles and Y/n?

user6 That explains why Charles wrote that one caption

user5 what caption?

user6 The one where he said he hadn’t been out for dinner in a long time

user5 whaaaat you’re right

user7 How did we not see this coming…

user8 I mean, they might not be dating? They could just be close friends…

user9 Nah, there’s no way

user8 You don’t know that

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charles_leclerc She took me wine shopping…

View all comments y/nschumacher She looks like she knows what she’s doing

charles_leclerc I hope she knows..?

maxverstappen1 Mate, she’s a keeper.

charles_leclerc I know

user1 Charles pls😭 We all know that’s Y/n

user2 I’ve been living under a rock. What’s going on???

user3 Y/n Schumacher is a Michelin chef (and also Mick’s sister). Basically there are rumours that Charles is dating her. They haven’t confirmed it, but it’s pretty obvious by their soft launch…

user2 I was gone for a few months from social media and this is what I come back to?😭

user4 Charles has taste

user5 She’s literally a goddess

user6 Ugh he’s so lucky but she’s also lucky… idk who I want to be. Both???

user7 relatable.

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charles_leclerc I don’t even know where to begin. I’ve had so much fun with you this past year. Happy 2 years anniversary❤️ Tu es créme de la créme, ma chérie❤️

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y/nschumacher Mein Süßer❤️

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mickschumacher Congrats guys!

francisca.cgomes This is so cute😭❤️

gina_schumacher So happy for you guys🤍

maxverstappen1 Congrats!

pierregasly When’s the wedding?

francisca.cgomes Don’t push them like that

pierregasly Sorry.

francisca.cgomes No, I actually also want to know @ y/nschumacher🤨

y/nschumacher Wedding??! Too early… but maybe we’ll start talking over a steak dinner…

𝗥𝗲𝗾𝘂𝗲𝘀𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝗼𝗽𝗲𝗻...

𝘾𝙝𝙚𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙧𝙪𝙡𝙚𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙧𝙚𝙜𝙪𝙡𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙚 𝙧𝙚𝙦𝙪𝙚𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙥𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙚!

𝙃𝙚𝙧𝙚’𝙨 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙢𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

©vettelsdarling

𝗣𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗱𝗮𝗽𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝘆 𝘄𝗮𝘆, 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗲, 𝗼𝗿 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺— 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝗶𝗼𝗻.

[goldenlikedayl1ght]

silver springs - d. wagner

a/n: hi. welcome back. remember the to do list i had? out the window. danny wagner kiss me on the lips challenge. enjoy, yearning sluts. warnings: horny, danny practices writing kissing and grumpy ish reader, right person wrong time, sort of slow burn? idk, death of a sibling, grief, angst, cursing, reader smokes until the end of the fic, reader has tattoos as usual, lots of sex refrences as usual, corny shit as usual. word count: 3.9k (throwing up) summary: the three times daniel wants you, and the one time he gets you. paring: daniel wagner x gn!reader now playing: silver springs - fleetwood mac "i follow you down/till the sound of my voice will haunt you/you'll never get away from the sound/of the woman that loves you."

It all starts when you’re eighteen, fresh off a breakup with a guy who cheated on you. You found him sleeping with a girl from your psych class after you introduced him to at a party. In hindsight, he wasn’t a loss or anything, but you were eighteen. You were stupid and in love and he was all that mattered to you.

After three months of moping around and being miserable because of him, your friend, Veronica, eventually convinced you to get over yourself and go out with her.

You obliged. It was three quarters of the way through your sophomore year and were determined to not let some guy who couldn’t even make you cum ruin your college experience.

And what was this wild experience your friend wanted to do to get you out of your funk?

Well, she decided it would be a concert. A rock concert.

You had heard of Greta Van Fleet a few times—Veronica was straight up obsessed with them. You mostly listened to music your ex-boyfriend listened to, and never really formed an opinion of your own on the matter. You had other stuff to do, you would defend.

At this point in their career, Greta Van Fleet was only just starting; They were playing a small venue nearby, as an opener.

Veronica convinced you to go super early and get a good view with her. What else were you supposed to do on a Saturday? Your homework?

And even you had to admit, they were pretty good. You enjoyed the passion they had for their shows, and they were all pretty good looking.

The drummer especially.

Veronica decided to stick around after their set, grabbing a drink with some guy she had met, while you went outside to smoke.

Smoking was a horrible habit you had picked up, and you fully intended to quit, it just never struck you as the right time. It was a late spring night, the air muggy and buzzing with the lights of the city. You had been going to school in New York for a little less than a year, and you loved every second of it. Sure, you missed your family, who you had left behind in Nashville, especially your sister, but you knew you needed to leave. Even for just a while.

“Can I borrow your lighter?” A voice asks. You whip your head only to see the drummer. What was his name again?

“Yeah, sure.” You take out your lighter and flick it on, letting him light his cigarette with it.

“Thanks.” There’s a silence that fills the air while you smoke, until he eventually extends a hand. “I’m Danny.”

You smile, shaking his hand and giving him your name before adding, “And I know who you are.”

“Oh, do you?”

“Yeah, you’re the drummer.” You say coolly, although your heart is racing.

“You like our music?”

“Now I do. Tonight, was your first show of mine.” You explain, “My friend is like,” You cough on smoke, “Obsessed with you.”

Feeling bold, Danny asks, “What if I want you to be obsessed with me?” And it makes you scoff, only you’re only doing it because you’re nervous.

“You flirt with all your fans like this, Drummer?”

“Only the pretty ones.” You just smirk. You don’t expect the next words out of his mouth to be, “Come with me to California.”

“What?” You laugh, unable to believe it.

“California. We’re releasing an album later this year, so you should see more of our shows before we become a huge hit.”

“I can’t go to California with you!” You grin, and by the way he’s smiling at you, you know he’s not expecting you to.

“Why not?”

“I have classes, for one!”

“Classes? So pretty and smart?”

“Oh my god, Shut up.”

“What are you majoring in?”

“English. I want to write. Whatever they’ll have me write, articles, books, what the fuck ever, you know what I mean?”

And he does. He gets it because that’s the way he feels about writing music.

“I get it.” He answers.

“So, I can’t come with you to California.”

“No, I guess not. But when you get a job writing, you’ll let me come find you? Ghostwrite my memoir, write a scathing review of us, what the fuck ever, as you so delicately put it?”

“Deal.” You agree.

“Then, I’ll see you, Sugar.” You stop at the name, turning to him. “What?” He asks.

“That’s what my family calls me.” He laughs. “I’m being serious!” You argue.

“No, you’re not—” He realizes you most definitely are. “Why would they call you that?”

“Because my sister is the nice one, and I am an asshole.”

“No fucking way.”

“What, did ‘What the fuck ever’ not give you enough of a hint? She’s Spice, and I’m Sugar, only Sugar stuck.” You say, finishing your cigarette.

“Well, Sugar. At least let me give you my number if I can’t take you to California.”

“Deal.” You agree, but before he can, his friends from the band are calling him, and you know Veronica must be wondering where you are. And he doesn’t have his phone on him or a pen, and your phone is dead.

Fuck.

“Hey—” He pulls you close with one arm, his other hand still with a cigarette. He puts it in his mouth so his hand can reach down and pull your lighter out of your pocket. “I’ll give this back when we meet again, alright?” He asks, his words a little murmured because of the cigarette.

You’re usually cynical. You could’ve told him to fuck off and took the lighter back. But you don’t.

Instead, you kiss his jaw and mutter, “Okay. Later, Drummer.” He pockets the lighter, and starts walking back to his friends, only backwards to face you still.

“See you soon, Sugar!” He calls.

It’s only when you get back to Veronica that your brain clears enough to remember that your full name is on the lighter. You hope he’ll use it to come find you.

• • •

So, the next few years fly by and before you know it, you’ve been out of school for around a year now, and you’re happier than ever. You’re staying in Tennessee, staying with your sister and your niece. You’re apartment hunting, starting a new job as soon as the New Year comes, but you have ulterior motives.

You’re getting ready in her bathroom as she leans against the door frame, watching you. Your niece sits on the edge of the tub. She just turned six and is learning all about the world. You love watching her grow, except for one teensy little thing—

“Why does Sugar get to go see Greta and I don’t?” She asks your sister.

“Because Sugar has big kid money, and you spend your allowance on Barbie.” Your niece just huffs. You grin as you finish fixing your hair. You crouch down to her level, and push hair from her face.

“How ‘bout this? I’ll take lots of photos for you, and get you a shirt, and I’ll take you on their next tour, okay?”          

She considers this for a moment.

“And you’ll say hi to Jake for me?” While you are in Danny Lane, Duh, she is strictly obsessed with Jake Kiszka.

“Of course, I will! Duh! He’s gonna love a message from his best girl.” You say it as if it’s obvious. She giggles and stands, giving you a quick hug before you have to leave.

“You’re so good with her. And nice too, I never expected that.” Your sister says as she walks you to the door.

“Don’t expect me to go soft with you, too. She’s the exception.” Your sister just smiles as she stands in the door, watching you walk down the walkway.

“Be safe!” She calls.

“Bye, Mom!” You say dramatically as you get in her car to drive to the venue with.

The show is amazing, as usual. Since their career has taken off, you’re only a more active fan, always keeping tabs.

You keep tabs to see if Danny is taking anyone. He does. You don’t know if that’s true for right now, but you know he has since you saw him. So have you. It’s ridiculous to assume you’d stop your lives for one flirty encounter when you were 18.

After the show, you notice people grouped around, waiting to see if the boys make an appearance. You don’t have anywhere to be. You stick around.

An hour or two passes. You smoke, lending cigarettes to other people waiting, and the number of folks start to dwindle down. But the summer is coming to an end, and you know that this might be one of the last times you can stay out this late without freezing for a while.

And wouldn’t you know it, Sam and Danny come out to say hi. And Sam is lovely, of course he is! He’s sweet and funny, and even more handsome in person.

But Danny makes your heart race. You grin to him, and it takes him a second before he breaks out in a grin, as he approaches you. Before you can say anything he just hugs you, and holds you for a while. He pulls away and looks at you, uttering your full name, as it was written on your lighter.

“Danny...” you say softly, and he just keeps smiling at you. His curls look healthier. He looks healthier.

“Hi, Sugar.” He says gently.

“You remembered that stupid nickname, Oh God...” you groan.

“And you still hate it.”

“Mm... maybe not so much when you say it. Maybe not when my niece says it.”  Because it stuck so well, your niece just grew up knowing your name as Sugar, and not much else.

“Your niece?”

“Stevie, she’s an angel, and in love with Jake Kiszka.” You admit.

“I’ll extend the message. Stevie, is that a reference to the true queen of breakup songs?”

“Yes, of course.” You assure. You can’t stop staring at him. His eyes wander down to your arm, to your wrist.

“Cool tattoo.” It’s a lighter. It’s corny, you know that. And part of you didn’t even get it because of him. Half of you just thought it would be cool. But there was a part that hoped he’d see it one day.

“Well, some asshole took my last lighter and hasn’t given it back, so I figured no one can steal this one.” He laughs and shakes his head.

“You’re funny, Sugar.”

“Well...” You shrug softly, “You can keep the lighter by the way.” You assured. “No hard feelings.” He grins, pulling it out of his pocket and waving it at you.

“Thanks. And hey, maybe I could give you something of mine, too?” This confuses you until he pulls off the necklace he’s wearing and drops it in your hands. You look down at it, and your face flushes. It’s a long leather cord, with a milky stone shaped like a moon.

“Does this mean I won’t be getting your number tonight?” You ask, as your hand closes over the necklace. He smiles at you and shakes his head.

“It wouldn’t be fair to either of us. I’m going to be on tour for a while, and you live in New York—”

“I’m moving to Tennessee. Nashville. For work.” You assure. He smiles wider.

“Then when I get back. I’ll come find you.” He speaks. “Are you in the writing business yet?”

“Getting there.” You tell him.

“Then I’ll find you in the future.” He assures, as Sammy calls his name back at the door where he came from. How come it always ends this way? How come you always have to say goodbye to him? Especially when he looks this good? Your heart aches for him already. You want him to kiss you. But instead, you lean up and kiss his jaw, and he smiles down at you when you pull away.

“See you soon, Sugar.” He says gently. It’s quieter this time. You know he means it. He pulls away, and takes one last long look at you, and turns just before you can see tears in his eyes, and just before he can see tears in yours.

• • •

The rest of the year flies, and your new job starts, about twenty minutes from where you live, and only fifteen from your sister and niece. You get a raise three months in, and it’s just in time for you to buy your niece tickets to the Starcatcher World Tour. You’ll be the first show of a long tour, and you know you can’t stay like you did last time. Besides, he won’t come out to see the fans, not after such a long night.

You bring something for him just in case.

But your niece and you have a great time, despite this being your first show without being in the pit. You have first row lower bowl seats.

Ticketmaster is your sworn enemy, and you’ve won every battle with them lately. Fuck ‘em.

Because it’s the first show of the tour, everything is new, and you don’t know what to expect. You especially don’t expect a ten-minute drum solo from Danny.

…It makes you want him desperately.

When they move to the B stage, you’re still a little caught up in him, but that is nothing compared to when they exit the B stage and start handing out flowers. Danny doesn’t really have any flowers, but Jake is walking right in front of him, and right towards you.

Your niece freaks the fuck out. Because she is a Jake girl, and Jake is right there. He sees her small hands and grins, handing her a rose, and clasping her hand with his for a moment before continuing his walk. You’re so caught up in this moment that you don’t register that Danny is quickly approaching.

And then you do, and you’re one of the many calling out to him, as he smiles and clasps his hands with theirs.

Instead of Danny, you call, “Hey, Drummer!” and somehow, during all this chaos, he sees you. And he’s grinning like an idiot.

He stops for a second, pulling you forward, and before you know it, he’s taking about twenty seconds to kiss you.

It’s deep, passionate, and full of the raw need that you’ve felt since seeing his drum solo. Everyone around you is freaking out as you slip what you bought to give him into his hand.

He must leave though, and he slips what you’ve given him in his pocket, pulling away, and whispering quickly,

“See you soon, Sugar.” He leaves, and you’re left to the screaming fans around you, including your niece, who can’t believe anything that just happened.

The show goes on, and there’s a new energy about Danny.

Everyone on twitter goes wild about your interaction.

When he gets off stage that night, he pulls out what you gave him from his pocket, and sees it’s a polaroid picture of you, in your bathing suit and sunglasses, on the beach.

He uses it to get through rough nights on tour.

• • •

The next year or so goes by in a whirlwind—In the worst way possible. Work is going well, you don’t date anymore, delusional about your Drummer, and for a while, everything is fine.

Until your sister slides off the road during a snowstorm and is killed on impact.

You go from taking care of Stevie when your sister needed a break, to being her legal guardian.

It is the hardest thing you’ve ever had to do. You balance your work life with your grief, newfound parental duties, and helping Stevie through the loss of her mother. Her father was never in her life, and you find yourself moving into your sister’s house, so Stevie doesn’t have to move schools.

You watch her attempt to process this huge loss at eight years old. She doesn’t listen to music anymore; she doesn’t want to celebrate her birthday and she doesn’t want to sleep without a nightlight.

You hold her while she cries for her mom.

You hold your mom while she cries for her daughter.

No one holds you as you sob, longing for your sister.

You will yourself to be good. To be nice and not let the grief suffocate you, you need to be there for your best girl, she cannot do this without you. But it’s so hard. You’re angry with the world, with yourself, with her, why couldn’t she have just stayed the night at her friends? You will yourself to channel that stupid nickname. You will yourself to be good.

The winter is hard, but as the season thaws, so does your grief. It’s still hard, but the kitchen fills again with the smell of pizza and baked goods, with the sound of Foo Fighters and Guns N Roses, and with your niece’s laughter.

You talk about your sister openly, never hiding your own grief from Stevie, and never being afraid to tell her stories of her mom.

You get a tattoo on what would have been your sister’s birthday. It’s just her birth flower.

Under it, in her handwriting, is “Sugar and Spice.” It’s right beneath your lighter tattoo. It’s the only time you’ve ever cried getting a tattoo.

Summer comes, and your office has no A.C. It’s a critically hot day in Nashville, Stevie is being watched by your mom. You’re editing a new chapter from a high-end client, just finishing it up before you head home for the day. Really, your day ended ten minutes ago, but you’re still working. Until you get a call from your office’s front lobby.

When you answer it, it’s just Jane, the security guard.

“Hey, Jane, what can I do for you?” You ask, rubbing your eyes from finally unfocusing from your computer screen.

“Hey, Kid. Just wanted to see if you were okay with company. Pretty boy says he’s here to see you.” You furrow your brows. Pretty boy? There have been no pretty boys in your life recently.

“What’s his name?” You ask quizzically. You hearJane asking for a name.

“Says his names Danny, and—” You stand, making sure your draft is saved before you turn off your computer, grabbing your things, and remembering she’s waiting for a response.

“Uh—Tell him I’ll be right there!” You say quickly before hanging up, then dash to the elevator, wishing it to go faster. It takes forever.

When the doors open, he stands in front of you, as if he was waiting to take the next elevator up. You just grin and lunge, hugging him tightly. He returns the sentiment. You hold each other there, just embracing each other and taking the other in. You pull away to really look at him.

You haven’t been active on social media since you took guardianship of Stevie, too busy. So, you haven’t seen him in a while. He looks phenomenal. His hair is shorter, but he wears two gold hoop earrings, a grey muscle tee, and has the same smile. His hair has this slight highlight to it, and his skin is tanner, his freckles enunciated.

You want to kiss him.

But you stand back from him for a moment to turn to Jane and thank her, and then you pull him outside, onto the busy streets. You walk for a few minutes in silence, turning here and there. You eventually lead him to duck into a quiet, relatively clean alley way. It’s in a quieter part of town, and you lean against one wall, unbuttoning the first two buttons of your shirt, heart racing in anticipation. He leans against the wall, looking at you.

He can see the leather cord around your neck. It pushes him over the edge.

Suddenly, his hands are on your cheeks as he begins kissing you. His lips are just as soft as you remember, but his hands are rough. They must be calloused, even blistered from guitar and drums. You deepen the kiss. It’s heavy, and hot, much like the day around you.

It makes you want him more.

You pull him closer, by grabbing his shirt and pulling him against you. He tilts his head for better access, slipping his tongue into your mouth. You’ve wanted this for years. Your hands leave his shirt, trailing up to tangle in those locks of his.

You finally pull away when you can’t stand to be without air anymore. But as soon as you do, you find yourself kissing him again. Not as deeply this time, but with just as much need. You kiss him again and again, your skin burning.

When he pulls away for real, panting, he leans his head on the wall behind you, his hot breath on your collar bone.

“Found me, Drummer…”

“Found you, Sugar…” He says softly.

“How? Why?” He pulls back to look at your face.

“How? You’re on your company’s website. Why? What do you mean why? Why? Because for the past six fucking years, I have only had enough of you to keep me wanting you, and every time I’m able to stop dreaming about you and your perfect lips, I am pulled back in by fate, seeing you always. And when I kissed you last year... It snapped something in me. You ruined everyone else for me, and I still had to wait. I don’t want to wait anymore. I’m not on tour, I’m here for a long time. I need you...” He says your name gently when he realizes you have this terrified look on your face.

“I… I can’t just… Danny, I’m my niece’s legal guardian. I will always have an obligation to her first, I can’t run off with you… Can’t go with you to California...” You tell him weakly.

“That’s okay.” In truth, Danny always wanted kids, and sure, he wasn’t planning on a kid just now, but he’s sure you can make this work. “When did this happen?”

“January… When my sister died.” You tell him, your voice barely above a whisper, yet it cracks with emotion. He just kisses you quickly and holds you.

“I still need you. I’d love to meet your niece.” He says once you’ve pulled away. You grin.

“She’s a big fan of yours.”

“More of a Jake girl, I hear.” He smirks. It makes you laugh.

You straighten yourself out, ready to take him to your house, have him meet Stevie, and just jump into it. Fuck it. What have you got to lose after waiting for him for six years?

Before you can make it out of the alley, he grabs your hand and says your name again. He takes out his—your lighter, and places it in your hand. You gave up smoking the night your sister died.

“I don’t need it right now, sugar. I told you, when I saw you again, it would be yours. And now we don’t have to say goodbye in two minutes.” It’s enough to make you lean forward and kiss him again.

You take his hand and begin walking with him. There’s no need to long for him anymore.

[heykoonsy]

Word Count: 7k +

Pairing: Danny x Female Reader

Summary: After a rough breakup lands you alone at the bar, you go home with some rando that's far too eager to cure what ails you.

Content Warnings: 18+, contains oral–female and male receiving, unprotected sex, face-sitting, praise, spanking and mild choking.

HEARTBREAK HEALER

You watched as the bartender poured your next shot. She seemed a little concerned, clearly becoming unsettled with how much tequila you were putting away. You'd been swallowing your feelings here for the last hour, keeping to yourself as patrons came and went. Still, she pushed the glass across the bar and showed you a tight smile. 

You nodded a quick thank you and took the shot. It burned, but it still didn't satiate the hatred that had been festering in your chest.

Fuck. Him.

Your eyes stung with bitter tears as the thoughts you had been pushing from your head all night came rushing forward. You played the fight over and over again in your mind despite the futility. Racking your brain over what you said and what he said wasn't going to fix anything.

You waved the bartender over for another shot. You'd drink until you couldn't remember his stupid face, or the way he looked at you like you were out of line for being angry. 

"It was just a few messages," he said, prying his phone from your hands.

"Messages about you fucking," you added angrily.

"So what? You haven't exactly been such a joy to be around these days," he scoffed. 

"What is that supposed to mean?" You asked, knowing what he's referring to, but challenging him to say it.

He stayed quiet for a minute. "Ever since I told you about the party you've been a real cunt."

Game. On.

"Miguel found you in the bathroom with your hand up a girl's skirt. I don't get to be pissed?"

"Yeah, you get to be pissed, but it's been months. We were both drunk!"

"You cut Miguel off so he couldn't tell me! I had to find out from her."

"This again!? We just keep having the same fight!"

"Get out of my fucking apartment!"

You swallowed the lump in your throat. Fucking prick.

Your lamenting was cut short by the bartender bringing you another shot and a small platter. "Here, these are for you."

You looked at the plate of mozzarella sticks in front of you, your stomach growling immediately from the inviting smell. You looked over where the bartender was gesturing towards. 

You pressed your lips into your best fake smile as you swept your eyes over him. He was tall, but trying to hide it by slouching on the stool. He was wearing a thick brown coat and a flannel underneath. The bulk of his curly hair fell along his back, but a few stray strands gathered along his neck. He gave a small smile and a wave. 

You turned to the mozza sticks, your stomach urging you to take a bite. You hadn't eaten since your coworker offered you that protein bar this morning. You knew you were hungry…but…

"Not a fan?" He asked, pointing towards the food.

"No, I love them, but…" you trailed off.

He made a face like he couldn't hear, so he grabbed his beer and made his way over to you.

If you were being honest, you were not ready to entertain a conversation right now. All you wanted was to drink yourself stupid and walk home, not talk with some rando over some mozzarella sticks. But, you still did what you could to seem polite. 

He settled onto the stool next to you. The first thing you noticed was the smell of his cologne as he got comfortable. It was citrusy–with a hint of spice, and it was a stark departure to the Old Spice your boyfriend sported. Here was a man who took pride in his scent.

"Sorry, music was crazy loud over there."

"I love mozza sticks, but I'm feeling a bit sick to my stomach right now."

"It's probably all the tequila," he chuckled. "You trying to meet God?"

You smiled, the comment catching you off guard. "Nah, just having a rough night."

He nodded and sipped his beer. "I hear that."

"Here, I tend to throw up when I'm…upset," you slid the plate over to him.

"That rough, huh?"

You threw back the shot and put the glass at the edge of the bar. "I think I broke up with my boyfriend."

"You think?"

"Well, it's been over for a while, but I just found out tonight."

"He sounds like a prick," he said. 

"You'd be correct," you said. "I'm y/n, by the way."

"Danny," he tipped his beer to you. "So what did he do?"

"Are you gonna judge me?"

"Maybe," he said, pulling a mozza stick off the plate between the two of you.

You chuckled, "Well, about a month ago he went to a party with some friends. One of those friends, Miguel, found him in the bathroom fooling around with some girl."

"Oof," Danny cringed. "And he just told you tonight?"

You stayed quiet. 

"Y/n, no."

"I wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt. Besides, the girl told me–Melissa–she said that they were both trashed and she came onto him."

"So you believed him," he said. "And stayed."

You nodded.

"I get it. Who wants to believe their partner is a scumbag?"

"Well, he actually is a scumbag. Tonight he said I've been a real cunt ever since I found out about it."

"He actually said that? Like, to your face!?" He whispered harshly.

You nodded. It felt nice that someone was on your side. Your mother said forgiving him was going to be the biggest mistake you ever made–and your friends outright laughed at you for staying with him. Instead of giving you any helpful advice, they chose to belittle what you thought was your best quality: your forgiving nature. All you could hear were their I told you so's. So you didn't call them–instead you made your way to Kenzie's. It was funny. You'd known your mother your whole life–and some of your friends just about as long. But Danny, who you'd known for barely ten minutes, was showing you more respect than any of them. 

It was fucked up, but there really wasn't anything you could do about that tonight. 

"I've been thinking about it, and he's right about one thing. I wanted to forgive him but all I've been doing is punishing him."

"Punishing him?"

"Not talking, avoiding him, blowing up over small stuff. I mean, I'm trying. But he literally cut off Miguel so that I wouldn't find out his secret."

Danny nodded along like he understood, which, even if he didn't, was all you really needed. A judgment-free listener. He pushed the plate back to you. You looked at him, finding his honey-brown eyes for the first time. They narrowed as a smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. 

You grabbed one off the plate and waved it at him. "Okay, but you have to hold back my hair if I puke."

He grabbed one too, "Will do."

The two of you talked for a while longer. Instead of worrying about your imploding personal life, you gravitated towards topics like work, the latest TV shows and how you both were still grieving Vine. 

He was easy to talk to–you realized as you sipped the vodka cranberry he convinced you to order. He said something about being squeamish, so he probably wouldn't be able to hold up his end of the deal if you had gone full exorcist. The shots had already done their job anyway–they significantly dulled the pain and quieted your anger. But that wasn't all they did. Strangely, you felt like yourself again. Not jealous or spiteful…or a cunt. You were y/n again. 

You watched as Danny raved on about his best friend Sam. Apparently the two of them were supposed to hang out tonight but his girlie needed some attention. Oh well, he figured. Might as well salvage what he could of the night. 

"Aw, you got stood up and I got cheated on," you laughed. "Match made in heaven."

Danny snorted. "Yeah, I guess so."

You finished your drink and looked at your phone. No texts. Not even a notification from Candy Crush. You exhaled through your nose. It was time to go home, you thought as you put your phone into your purse. 

"Well Danny, it might be time for me to head home."

"You have far to go?" 

You shook your head. "I live in the area."

He gave you a half-smile, "That's good."

You slid off the stool and went up to the bartender to pay your tab. When you walked past Danny he was chugging his beer. Once he noticed you looking at him, he looked like he wanted to speak with you. You waited patiently, adjusting your purse under your arm. 

"Look, y/n, I don't usually do this," he said standing up. He rubbed the side of his neck with his hand. "But I liked getting to know you, tonight. And I want to continue."

"Pay your tab," you said plainly.

Danny looked at you quizzically, his eyes moving to each of yours. "Do you want this?"

You considered the question for a moment. You had two options here. You could go home to your empty apartment plastered with happy pictures you didn't recognize yourself in. Drunk call your mom and cry. Fall into bed with the TV on. Or you could take Danny home tonight. Let him show you what else you'd been missing out on. Rebound your way past this broken heart.

You chose the latter. "Take me home," you looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

Danny nodded at you and went to pay his tab.

It was a short walk to your apartment, only about ten minutes–and you both took your time. You told him that you'd initially moved here to be closer to your job and stayed because you fell in love with the locals. Like the owner of Kenzie's who let local bands play on Friday's and hosted Bingo for the Veterans fundraiser every second Tuesday. Or the owner of Caldwell Diner who always put whipped cream on her cappuccino. Or the mayor who bought everyone a shot if he’d won some money gambling on the game. 

Danny laughed along, saying that his town wasn't nearly as cool. The only cool thing they had was a drive-in–a dying breed. You smiled and said you hadn't been to one in years, and he playfully invited you out. Contingent on whether or not you liked what he had to offer when you got home.

"This is me," you said. You stepped up to your apartment, keys already in hand. You twisted your wrist and pushed the door open. You walked in first, turning on the light in the living room.

Danny looked around, eyes tracing everything from your furniture to your smallest of decorations. Hopefully he wouldn't notice all of the photos of you and your boyfriend…ex boyfriend. 

"So clean," he said, smiling. 

"Yeah, I haven't been home much. Work."

You dropped your purse on the couch and began to take off your coat. You reached out your hand to take Danny's. Once he got the picture, he shimmied it off his shoulders and handed it over. Once you hung them both on the coat rack, you turned to him. He was standing across from you, picking at his cheek nervously .

"I'm gonna do this now," Danny said as he leaned forward and captured your lips. 

You accepted the kiss happily and took Danny's face in your hands. You felt his hands grab your hips, his fingers looping through your belt loops so he could pull you closer. He seemed to loom over you, bending over slightly to kiss you deeper. You hummed against his lips, feeling your chest ignite with passion for the first time in a long time. 

You pulled away first, your hand finding Danny's so you could lead him to your bedroom. Taking him down the hallway in between the living room and kitchen, you opened the door of your bedroom. As soon as you closed the door, you pushed Danny towards the wall, ignoring the light switch altogether. You let your hand press into him, feeling the heat of his chest beneath your palm. You could feel the faintest thumps of his heart–a steady rhythm that was increasing. 

You looked up at him, your eyes making it very clear what you were about to do. You lifted up the hem of your shirt, pulling it over your head. You let it fall to your left as your eyes met Danny's. He looked at you with parted lips, begging for another kiss. You didn't falter, and gave him exactly what he wanted. You pressed your body against him, mouths meeting somewhere in the middle. You felt his hands travel up your hips and towards the small of your back. He held you close, his mouth leaving yours to leave a trail of kisses along your neck. 

You felt his soft tongue move across your skin, lapping at the sensitive flesh. You closed your eyes and let your mouth fall open as you drank in the pleasure of his touch. He moved slowly, perhaps savoring this moment.

You pressed your hands against him, bringing them up to his shoulders. You pulled him away from your neck so that you could kiss him again. Once your lips grazed each other, you began to walk him towards the bed. He halted.

"Wait," he said. 

You stopped, eyes finding his. You kicked off your shoes and undid the button of your pants, eager to have his eyes everywhere else. Your pants fell and you kicked them to the side.

He swallowed hard upon seeing you in your bra and panties. 

"What is it?" You said, looking at him through your eyelashes. 

He bit his bottom lip. "What are you into?" 

"Huh?"

"I want you to get everything you want tonight," he said. "Tell me how I can make that happen."

You sat on the bed, taking in the proposal. He watched as you swayed your knee back and forth, the outline of your pussy playing peek-a-boo through your panties.

"I've got a praise kink," you said to at least give him something to go off of.

He nodded along. It looked like he expected more.

"And I like it rough-ish," you said, feeling awkward.

This time when you looked up at him he was studying your face. But, just as quickly, he turned his attention towards undressing. He took off his shirt immediately.

"I can work with that," he said, dropping his shirt on the floor.

You watched as he took a hair tie from his wrist and tied back his hair sloppily. You watched a few loose strands fall behind him, sloping down his neck. His shoulders were thick and wide, and his arms were too. Fuck, you thought. He really was gorgeous. 

You felt a dull ache in your pussy and you shut your knees together to soothe it. 

Danny stepped out of his shoes and walked closer to you. When you moved back along the bed, he grabbed your knee and lifted it up. 

"Alright baby girl," he said, his tone soft and angelic. "I'm going to slide off your panties."

Baby girl, it sounded so sweet rolling off his tongue. You bit your lip, letting your upper row graze against the reddening flesh. Danny reached for your panties, his pinky hooking against the waistband. You leaned back and let them be slowly removed. Danny inhaled sharply at the sight of you below him. 

He fell to his knees. You looked over your thigh at him. 

"Can you open your legs for me, baby girl? I want to see that beautiful pussy."

You felt your heart skip a beat–and just as you were asked–you lifted your right leg and placed it on the other side of him. You felt embarrassed as he drank in the sight of you spread-eagle. You were tempted to shut your legs, but you were stopped when he began running his hand along your inner thigh. 

You followed his hot hand with your eyes as his fingers connected with your wet folds. 

"Oh baby girl, you are just dripping," he said, breathlessly. "Do you want me to take care of it?"

You nodded shyly. 

"Let me hear that voice, honey."

"Yes, please," you said, feeling so vulnerable. 

Danny used his thumb to stroke your folds, acquainting himself with all of your most precious parts. Almost absentmindedly, he dragged himself over your clit and you whimpered. 

"Does it feel good there, baby?" He asked.

"Yes, it feels so good."

"Do you want my mouth on you, baby girl?" He said as he leaned in, letting puffs of air graze against your skin.

"I do," you begged.

Danny pulled you closer to the end of the bed and positioned your legs so that they were over his shoulders. You fell back against the bed, embarrassed by the position. He was so close–too close–to the place only your boyfriend was allowed to fondle. But he wasn't here right now, was he?

You felt Danny's lips drag along your pussy–you felt the soft sweeping motion again and again. He was teasing you. You lifted yourself up onto your elbows just in time to catch the show. Danny dipped low, his hot mouth giving one long swipe of his tongue across your folds. 

You jolted against his touch, gasping slightly. 

"How long has it been," Danny said, moving to kiss your inner thigh, "since he held you like this?" He gestured towards you; your legs over his shoulders, your aching pussy below his chin, your breasts nearly popping out of your bra.

You hadn't thought about it. Lately you hadn't had much fun in the bedroom. Each time you undressed yourself for him it felt like just another chore–more about a release than strengthening a connection. But that wasn't his question, was it?

"A few months," you said.

"What a fucking waste," you heard him growl. 

You looked down at him, honestly curious how he could say such a thing. You weren't anything special–just some random chick he caught shooting tequila. He didn't know you, or your boyfriend. But that didn't make you any less flattered by his words–even if you didn't quite believe them. You watched as his eyes danced along your naked body before falling on yours. He made a show of lowering his head back to your pussy, maintaining eye contact as he pressed his mouth against you.

You gasped again at the heat of his mouth.

"Seeing you all laid out like this; such a good girl. It's been so long, huh?" He gently licked you again, tasting you. "I'm gonna enjoy making you squirm."

As if to punctuate his last sentence, he separated your folds and began tracing them with his tongue. You moaned, feeling the gentle tickling coax more wetness from your pussy. You could feel it begin to collect, making the air around you that much colder. You hoped he wouldn't notice, but with the position he had you in, he would. It was only a matter of time.

He dipped his tongue low, teasing the entrance to your pussy. He lapped up the moisture there.

"Is my girl that starved for attention?"

You slumped onto your back, embarrassed.

"No, no," he said, pulling your arm so that you would sit up again. "I want you to watch me."

You did as he wanted and sat up. Your eyes swept over the scene again. You watched as his tongue lapped at you, separating your folds and making you moan. Then, you felt his lips touch your clit. Your lips parted with another whimper. But this time he continued suckling gently at it with his mouth instead of stopping. You moved your hips forward, for more pressure, and he rewarded your squirms with exactly what you wanted.

"Good girl, ask for what you want," he said against your pussy. 

You moaned as he pulled your folds into his mouth, gently sucking them for a moment. You exhaled, not realizing you had been keeping your breath in. He moved one hand down from your thigh and began playing with your folds. He moved them apart, separating them to make way for his tongue to lap against your clit again. You moaned, pushing your hips up, following him as he backed up. You were awarded with another gentle lick. He pressed his nose against your clit, burying his face in your pussy as he collected all the delicious moisture you'd been producing. 

"Such a good girl," he breathed. "Fuck, he was really missing out."

He traced your folds with his index finger, circling your clit gently. Then, he slipped it downwards, moving slowly until it reached your hole. He twisted his finger around and began inserting it inside you. You squirmed at the sudden intrusion, but you were too wet for it to hurt. You gasped at the touch. Fuck, when was the last time you'd been fingered? 

"So wet, fuck," he said, more to himself than to you.

You whimpered as he inserted another finger. You felt him begin to move them slowly inside you, curling gently upwards. You widened your legs, realizing that you had begun to shut them when he was licking your clit. He smiled below you and rewarded you again. He pressed his mouth against your clit, kissing it. You jolted at the sidden stimulation. You felt your pussy clench around his fingers. A small moan fell from your lips.

"Do you want me to make you cum?" He asked, his voice gentle but heady. 

You nodded, hoping that he would do that again. 

"I want to hear you say it, baby girl."

You looked him in the eyes, lips parting. "I want you to make me cum, with your mouth…and fingers," you breathed out.

Danny didn't waste any time. He was slow at first–wiggling his fingers inside you and lapping lazily at your clit. But your orgasm was building. You could tell by the way your fingers were weaving through his hair, the way your legs cramped and your toes curled. You put your right hand down, grabbing at the sheets below you. He noticed and took your hand in his–threading your fingers together. 

He picked up the pace, moving his fingers in time with his tongue. You moaned, tightening your grip on his hand instead of his hair. You looked down at him, where his face was buried in your pussy. His head bobbed downward as he let his mouth suck gently on your clit, curling his fingers inside you.

"Danny," you moaned. "Fuck."

He hummed against your clit, sending a shiver down your spine. You tugged at his hair but released it quickly. You moved your hips forward.

"More," you pleaded. "I'm so close, Danny."

He did as he was told, pulling your clit into his mouth and applying more pressure this time as he sucked. He circled his fingers around inside of you, coaxing another moan from you. 

"God, yes, Danny, " you moaned loudly. 

How long had it been since you were this turned on? Since you moaned this loudly? Had it ever been like this with him? 

Danny brought you back from your thoughts with more tickling and teasing. Then he sucked you back into his mouth.

You gasped, feeling your orgasm encroaching. You flattened your palm against the bed, tapping your fingers in a small rhythm. Danny noticed, but didn't stop, thank God. He watched as your fingertips danced along the bed until finally…

You groaned, feeling your orgasm wash over you as Danny continued to lick your clit. You immediately fell back onto the bed, your hips bucked at the sensation, feeling your pussy clench around Danny's thick fingers. He rode out your orgasm with you, feeling every pulse of your heartbeat, every bead of sweat form, every breath you took. 

You tried to move, but you just weren’t up to the task quite yet. Danny moved your thighs off of his shoulders and got up from the floor. He stretched his legs for a moment and began taking off his shoes. He heard them clatter on the wooden floor. You watched as he began unbuttoning his pants. 

"How did it feel, baby?"

"Amazing," you breathed out.

"You ready for more?" He asked, palming his hard cock.

You nodded your head upon the mere thought of his thick cock inside you. "I'm ready," you said.

"Good girl, now raise your ass for me," he said calmly. 

You did as you were told, turning around and moving forward on the bed to make room for him. You lowered yourself to your elbows and raised your ass, your lower back arching.

You were awarded with a firm slap on your ass as Danny climbed onto your bed behind you. You felt his jeans brush your ass as he pressed himself against you. You gasped, feeling his hand cup your pussy. He began playing with your clit again and you wriggled beneath him.

"My cock is so eager for you baby," Danny said, punctuating his sentence by sliding his hard cock along your clit. 

You could feel the slickness of your folds against his warm skin. God, the sounds your pussy made when he thrust it forward again was horrifically erotic. Your pussy ached with the desire to be filled so you arched your ass higher in the air. 

"Yeah, baby? You want me to fuck you?"

"Yes," you said, voice sweet with need. "I want you to fuck me like he never did." You looked over your shoulder at Danny, who was biting his lower lip. 

Danny began to slide his cock along your folds again, giving your clit another playful caress with his head. He could tell you liked it because you gave a purr in response. 

"Condom?" He asked, voice thick with need.

"I'm on the pill," you said, moving your hips back. "And I'm kind of a cum slut?"

You heard a noise escape Danny's throat. You weren't sure what you heard. A grunt of approval? You shook it from your mind. 

Danny slapped your ass again, then palmed your cheeks, spreading them apart slightly. You felt him lineup his cock behind you, felt his thick head against yourself.

Danny slowly rocked his hips forward, sending his cock right past your entrance and into the wet walls of your pussy. You heard his breath hitch behind you.

"Fuck," you heard him say as his cock retreated.

You felt every inch of him as he sank his cock deeper inside you after his initial thrust. There was absolutely nothing on your mind besides the pure pleasure you were feeling. You moaned as his thick cock made more progress, you felt his thighs against yours. He was all the way in, you could tell because you could feel the thick base of his cock stretching you out. 

For a moment, the two of you didn't move. Danny rested his palms on your ass, digging his nails in slightly.

"Fuck, y/n, you're so tight." Danny breathed out.

You smiled below him, happily receiving the compliment. 

He dipped his head towards you, his torso warming the exposed flesh of your back. You felt his lips against the nape of your neck. "I want you playing with that clit of yours," he said softly.

You reached your hand between your legs and began circling your clit with your fingertips. You moaned into the sheets below. Danny saw you comply, so he began to rock his hips back and forth, making the mattress sway and the frame creak. 

He could feel you tense up each time you moaned, cinching around his cock like a vice. You could tell with every thrust that he was losing control. 

He smacked your ass again, making you groan with pleasure. You pushed your ass into his next thrust, earning you another swat. You chuckled, and it seemed to drive Danny crazy as he fucked you. You looked over your shoulder at him again, mouth open, gasping for air as he slammed his cock inside you faster. 

"Pull my hair," you demanded, clenching around him.

Danny removed his hand from your ass and threaded his fingers through your hair. He tightened his grip and yanked you off of your elbows. Your hands went to support you as he lifted your chest off the mattress. His pace got quicker, and the angle changed. He slammed his cock against your cervix, coaxing very deep, throaty moans from you.

You moved your hand back to your clit, playing with yourself just as he ordered you to. From where your fingers were circling your clit, you could feel him pounding your pussy with no mercy. He yanked on your hair again, coaxing another throaty moan and some spit from your mouth. You licked at it, trying to collect yourself. You gasped as another jab into your cervix forced your pussy to clench around him. 

"It's like my cock was made for your pussy," he said through gritted teeth. "I can bury every inch inside you."

You moaned again, feeling another orgasm build in the pit of your stomach. And, as if Danny could sense it, he took his cock out of you. You whimpered, your pussy feeling empty without his cock. 

Danny slid himself underneath your pussy and coaxed you to lower yourself down onto his face. You complied, desperate to feel his mouth on you again. You sat down, feeling his nose press against your clit first and foremost. Then…you felt his tongue against you. There was this immediate need you felt to start moving your hips. Danny sensed your hesitation and tapped your thigh. You lifted yourself up, hovering above him.

"Ride my face baby girl," he said, mouth covered in your wetness. 

You sat down again and did as you were told. You waited until he started moving his tongue again, dancing between your folds and your clit. You moaned, looking up at the ceiling as he stuck his stiff tongue against your clit. You rocked your hips forward, catching his tongue again. You saw stars–your clit aching from the stimulation. You moved your hips again, this time employing a slow and steady rhythm as you felt Danny's tongue suckle at any part of you he could get in his mouth.

"Fuck, Danny," you moaned, threading your fingers into his hair. 

You felt his arms drape by his sides as you continued to rock your hips back and forth more erratically. God, it all felt so delicious. You moaned as you felt Danny suck on your clit again. You stayed put, not wanting him to lose contact. He applied more pressure, sending a wave of pleasure over you. You raised your hips slightly at the overstimulation but immediately pressed back down so he could continue. You moaned when he did, your pussy aching to cum. 

"Danny," you heard yourself beg.

Danny reached for your hips and stilled you long enough for him to put his mouth around your pussy. You felt his hot tongue everywhere, but most importantly on your clit. You rocked your hips forward, looking down between your thighs to see his head eagerly bobbing against you. He hummed against your clit, sending jolts of electricity up your spine. 

"Fuck, fuck," you said, voice going higher in pitch as you felt yourself losing control of your movements. After he put his mouth around your clit a final time, sucking it in his lips–you felt yourself cumming. 

You rocked your hips wildly as Danny drank your orgasm below. You collapsed next to him, your legs going numb as he raised himself up. He looked over at you, your spent pussy wet and plump with all the attention it was receiving. 

"Good girl," he breathed, mouth glossy from your slick folds.

You rolled onto your back, your eyes hooded with lust. "Your turn," you said as you opened your legs for him.

Danny didn't waste any time. He got onto his knees again and pulled you to him with his strong arms. He dropped over you, his rough palm fondling your breast through your bra as he kissed a trail from your neck to your lips. 

He captured your lips and you were enthralled with the fact that you could still taste yourself on his tongue. You wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him close as you wrapped your legs around his. You could feel his jeans brush against your bare pussy. Your hands traced the curve of his spine, sliding down his ribs and towards the belt loops of his pants. You began to slide them down his thighs as you continued the kiss. 

Danny got the picture and jumped up to remove his pants quickly. As they fell to the floor, you caught a glimpse of his cock. It bobbed against his thigh, ready for some attention. And you were all too ready to give it. 

You crawled to the edge of the bed and took it in your hand, kissing the head of it gently. It sprang up in your hand and Danny moaned. You took the head of his cock into your mouth, tasting your pussy once again. You moved your mouth down all the way to the base, not struggling as much since he wasn't as hard as before. Just as you anticipated, you tasted your pussy all the way to the base of his cock. It turned you on to know that he was buried to the hilt in you–and you enjoyed every second. 

Once he was hard, you gave him a look before you settled onto your back again. Danny followed you, his hands going to your inner thighs as you opened them for him. He ran his hands up your stomach and to your bra. He played with the clasp in the front, and, after unclasping it, freed the creamy swells of your breasts. You sat up for a moment, taking it off after all this time. 

"You're so fucking beautiful," Danny said, his rough hand dragging against your nipple. 

He dipped low again, capturing the rosy nub in his mouth. You gasped, feeling another wave of pleasure crash over you. You felt his cock fall against your thigh, rearing its head against the folds of your pussy. You adjusted your hips, attempting to get the angle right so he could slip into you once more. 

Danny noticed this and pulled his cock back. "Eager for my cock, baby girl?"

"Fuck me until you cum," you said, your voice dripping with lust.

Danny adjusted his cock, slipping it back into you with some resistance.

"How did you get even tighter?" He asked more to himself than to you.

You raised your legs, wrapping them around his waist. He looked down at you, your eyes meeting his quickly. He lowered himself down, beginning to rock his hips. You moaned at the friction, your pussy enveloping each inch of him as he filled you up. 

Danny kissed you, deep and long as he fucked you. He moved his lips to the side, moaning in your ear. 

"Fuck y/n, you feel amazing." 

"Your cock feels great, too," you said. "My pussy missed you so much."

You felt him thrust deeper inside you, forcing a moan from your lips. 

"Yeah, I bet it did." He said between thrusts. "It doesn't want to let me go."

You let your legs release and you hooked your hands from behind your knees. You raise your legs again, changing the angle for Danny. He wasted no time adjusting to the new position, slamming his cock into your cervix again. He groaned as you tightened up on him again. 

"You're not playing fair," he said through gritted teeth. 

"Fuck me until you cum," you repeated. "I want it."

He did as he was told, picking up the pace of his thrusts while you hung onto him for dear life. He moaned in your ear and you did the same, yelling out his name and more foul language. 

You weren't expecting to cum again, but as he continued slamming against your pussy–his abdomen applying pressure to your clit–you honestly thought it might happen. You dropped your legs so that you could grab his face in your hands. You kissed him deeply, and he rolled his hips in return. You parted ways with his lips so you could moan, and he did the same. He pressed his forehead against yours breathing in your scent. 

"I'm close, baby girl," he said between breaths.

You tightened your pussy around him, "Good," you giggled, smiling at the thought of him spraying his cum inside you. "Cum for me."

Danny's breath hitched in his throat and he grabbed your neck with his hand. He squeezed the sides of your throat, your mind quickly going blank. He moaned in your ear a few times before you felt the head of his cock swell inside you. 

Fuck, this was it.

Danny released you and pulled out. You watched as his hand blurred around his cock. Then, hot jets of cum shot all over your pussy folds. He got closer, making sure not a drop was wasted. He looked up at you, sliding his cock all over your cum slick clit. You raised yourself off the bed, looking at the white splatters as they completely covered your pussy. Your lips parted at the sight before you. 

He parted your pussy lips, forcing his cock inside you once more. For some reason, you were absolutely mesmerized by his actions. There was something about being covered in his cum and still being fucked by him that reactivated your lust. 

He pulled his cock out of you, smiling widely as he looked down at you.

"You look good covered in my cum," he said with nearly as much need as you. 

"Danny," you said breathlessly.

"Has my baby not had enough?"

You nodded, "I need you," you said.

Danny sat back, eyes scanning your drenched pussy below. He swept a hand over you, his fingertips collecting the now cooling jets of cum he sprayed all over you. You felt him move the cum all along your folds, caressing your pussy as he teased you. You could hear such intoxicating sounds coming from below as he traced you. Finally, he settled on your clit, feeling you quiver beneath him. 

"Do you like this?" Danny asked, lying next to you now. "Your pussy is all wet with my cum."

"I love it," you breathed.

"Yeah? Does the thought of my cum all over your clit drive you crazy?" He circled his fingertips over your clit to drive the point home. 

You moaned deeply, rotating your hips against his hand.

He went lower, towards your entrance. "Would you like it if I fingered you with my cum all over my fingers?" 

You knew he was just trying to rile you up–and it was working. You widened your legs to compensate for his hand slipping lower between your thighs. 

"Please, Danny, I want to cum again," you pleaded.

Danny coated his fingers in cum and then plunged them inside you. He didn't waste any time working his fingers against your walls, coaxing the filthiest of moans from you. 

"Such a good girl," he said. "So polite."

You felt your orgasm building right where you left off, when he was thrusting into you like a mad man. This time however, Danny was meticulous about what he was doing, how much pressure he applied, how fast his fingers moved. You loved every second–feeling your pussy clench happily around his fingers. 

Danny slid himself upwards so that he could kiss you. Once he had your lips, he swiped his thumb over your cum slick clit. You moaned against his lips, pressing your hips forward for more. And he gave your clit more attention as a reward. You pulled away, eyes looking down your torso at where his fingers disappeared inside you.

You felt a pit in your stomach–felt your clit burn with overstimulation, but you didn't stop Danny as he fondled you. You dragged his face to your mouth and kissed him deeply as Danny made you cum again. You moaned loudly into his mouth, gasping for air for full minutes afterwards. 

He pulled his fingers away from you. A gentle nudge at your clit had your body spasming again. He looked at you, drenched in sweat, body heavy from cumming. After drinking in the sight of you, he smiled. 

"You want me to get you some water?"

You rolled over to face him. "Mmm, in a minute, I just want to lay here."

He pulled you closer to his chest, that citrusy smell wafting up to your nose. You breathed deeply–the smell instantly calming you. 

Then, Danny's attention was turned elsewhere. You watched as he trained his ears on a strange noise. You heard it too. You rose from bed quickly, wondering what time it was. Danny put his shirt in your hand and you rushed to put it on. He pulled on his boxers and followed you. 

You walked down the hallway to the couch, where your phone was blaring your ringtone. 

You sighed. 

Three missed calls from you-know-who. 

"We're good, just my boyfriend."

Danny leaned against the hallway wall, his hand going back to the base of his head, hunting for the hair tie lost in his mound of curls. 

You noticed that he didn't leave any messages. So this could either be him apologizing or it could be about him dumping you. You sighed, wondering if you should even call him back tonight. You looked over at Danny, who was still trying to untie his hair. 

You dropped your phone in your purse and walked over to him. 

"Let me help," you said, raising your arms so that you could search for him.

"Did he give you a lame text apology?"

You shook your head, finding the hair tie immediately. You presented it to him and he slid it on his wrist. 

"Well, that's good. You deserve better than something his friend typed up for him."

You laughed genuinely. "That was usually Miguel's job."

He laughed, too. 

The silence that fell between you was comfortable–and you'd felt lulls like this a lot–and they were anything but comfortable. But with Danny, it was different. He smiled at you, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. 

"It's getting late," you said.

Danny nodded. He took a step back, towards your bedroom. "I'll get going then, so you can sleep."

"I was actually thinking you could spend the night."

He stopped dead in his tracks, looking over at you. "Are you sure?"

You nodded. "We can get coffee tomorrow. If you're game."

He smiled. "I'm game."

THE END

@gretavanfran

[comewhatmayy]

KINKTOBER DAY 8- SWALLOWING (DANNY BAILEY)

hey guys!! this one’s a little shorter, but it’s just as enjoyable. haven’t written a danny bailey fic yet, so this was SO fun!! hope you like it 💕

Your boyfriend, Danny Bailey, knows that you’ve never done anything besides normal sex. He’s aware you’ve never done anything beyond the usual, never experienced anything outside the norm.

Danny flashes a charming smile as he takes your hand, leading you to a secluded spot near the tunnel of love, "Sugar, I gotta say, you're lookin' like a real prize winner today. That sparkle in your eye is makin' me feel like the luckiest fella in Schmigadoon!"

He gives your hand a gentle squeeze, his eyes locked on yours "You know, I was thinkin'... maybe we could celebrate our love with a little friendly competition. I've got a game that'll test your skills, and if you win, I'll give you a prize that'll make your heart skip a beat."

He winks, his voice taking on a flirtatious tone "But if you lose, you gotta do what I say. And what I say is... you gotta swallow your pride and let me show you a real good time."

He raises an eyebrow, his eyes glinting with mischief "What do you say, little lady? You up for the challenge?"

You chuckle, twiddling your thumb over his hand. “I’m up for it.”

Danny's face lights up with excitement, and he lets out a loud "Yee Honk!" as he spins you around, pulling you close to his chest.

“That's the spirit, sugar! Alright, here's the game: I've got a special balloon darts game set up, and if you can pop three balloons in a row, you win! But if you miss, I get to take you on a little... detour."

He whispers in your ear, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine "And trust me, little lady, you don't want to miss."

He hands you a set of darts, his fingers brushing against yours "Now, are you ready to show me what you're made of?" As you take the darts, he gives your ass a playful squeeze, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.

Taking one dart and throwing it at a balloon, you pierce it directly and it makes a loud noise.

“Great!” he compliments you while leaning against the prize table.

You give him a soft smirk and throw the second dart, popping it as well.

“Oh, that was amazing sugar,” he says, grabbing your hips from and kissing your neck.

Having Danny do this breaks your focus. You throw the last dart, missing my around a foot. “Shit!”

Danny lets out a loud "Aww, shucks!" as you miss the last dart, but his disappointment quickly turns to excitement.

"Well, well, well! Looks like you're gonna have to swallow that pride, little lady!" He takes the darts from you and sets them aside, his eyes locked on yours with a mischievous glint.

"You know, I've got just the thing to help you forget about that loss. Follow me, sugar." He takes your hand, leading you away from the game stall and towards his house, which is conveniently located next to the Tunnel of Love.

"I've got a special surprise waiting for you inside. Something that'll make you forget all about those balloons and focus on...”

“On what?” you question innocently.

Danny's eyes sparkle with excitement as he pulls you inside his house, the door creaking shut behind you "Focus on me, sugar. On how good it feels to be wanted, to be desired."

He takes a step closer to you, his voice low and husky "You see, I've been thinking about you a lot lately, and I've come to realize that I want to be the one to make you scream, to make you lose control. And I think the best way to do that is... to start with your mouth."

He reaches out, his fingers brushing against your lips "You know, I've always been fascinated by the idea of making a woman take all of me. The way it makes her feel, the way it looks... it's just so... hot."

He leans in, his breath hot against your skin "Now, I know you're a good girl, and I'm a little bit of a scoundrel, but I promise you, sugar, it'll be worth it."

You breathe out submissively. “Worth it?”

Danny's eyes gleam with mischief as he pulls you closer, his hands sliding down to rest on your hips "Mmhmm, sugar, it'll be worth every second. Just you wait and see."

He leans in, his lips brushing against yours teasingly "Now, why don't you show me how good you are with that pretty little mouth of yours? I promise, you're gonna love the way it feels."

He slides one hand up to cup your cheek, his thumb tracing the outline of your lips. "Go on, darlin', open up for me. Let me see that talented tongue of yours."

You open your mouth, licking his finger softly.

Danny's eyes flash with heat as he watches you do so, his voice low and husky "Mmm, yeah... that's it, sugar. Just like that."

He slides his finger deeper into your mouth, your tongue wrapping around it as you suck. "You're so wet and warm, just like I knew you'd be. And that tongue... oh, God, that tongue is just about the most beautiful thing I've ever seen."

He slowly pulls his finger out of your mouth, his eyes locked on yours, "Now, I want you to take me all the way. Swallow it down, sugar. Show me what you're made of."

He steps closer, his cock pressing against his jeans, his face inches from yours.

Danny's eyes go wide with anticipation as you sink to your knees before him. "Well, well, well... look at you, all eager and ready to please."

He reaches down, gently running his fingers through your hair. "That's my girl. Now open up for me, sugar, and let's see how good you are at taking it all."

He slowly starts to unbuckle his belt, never breaking eye contact with you. "This is gonna be fun..."

You open your mouth submissively, and Danny's eyes lock onto yours, his face a picture of rapt attention as he slowly pushes his cock into your open mouth.

"Mmm, yeah... just like that, sugar. Take it deep, take it slow... show me how much you want it." His fingers tighten in your hair, guiding you as you suck him, his hips beginning to move in a slow, rhythmic motion.

"Oh, God... you're so good at this. So wet, so warm... my cock is just begging to come all over that pretty little face of yours." He starts to pick up the pace, his breath growing shorter and more urgent as you continue to suck him, bringing him closer and closer to the edge.

Danny lets out a shaky groan as you continue to work your mouth skillfully around his pulsing cock. "Fuck, sugar, you're a natural... Just like that, keep going."

He starts to thrust a little harder, his fingers tangling in your hair as he guides you. "Mmm, swallow it all down for me, baby. Show me how much you want it."

His breathing grows ragged as he nears his climax, his grip tightening. "That's it... Just a little more, sugar, I'm so close..."

Danny's eyes go wide with pleasure as you continue to suck him with an almost desperate intensity, his cock slipping in and out of your mouth with a soft, wet sound.

"Oh, God... oh, God, yes... like that, sugar, just like that." He starts to thrash his hips, his fingers tightening in your hair as he loses all control, his body tensing up as he comes.

"Ahh, yeah... just like that... swallow it all, baby, swallow it all."

His cock pulses and spasms in your mouth, releasing a hot, sticky load of cum that you swallow with a submissive little moan, your eyes locked on his with a look of complete surrender. "Good girl, sugar... you're such a good girl..."

Danny lets out a deep, satisfied groan as you swallow every last drop of his release, his fingers gently combing through your hair. "Mmm, sugar, you're just full of surprises, ain't ya?"

He gazes down at you with a look of pure adoration, a crooked smile spreading across his face. "I knew you had it in you, but damn, you sure do know how to work a fella's... assets."

He chuckles, pulling you to your feet and wrapping his arms around you in a tender embrace. "You're one in a million, sweetheart. And I'm one lucky son of a gun to have you all to myself."

He leans in, pressing a soft, lingering kiss to your lips.

Danny's eyes narrow slightly as he tastes the metallic tang of his own cum in your mouth, a look of pure satisfaction spreading across his face.

"Mmm, yeah... I can taste it, sugar. I can taste me, all over your tongue and the roof of your mouth. And you know what? It's the best thing I've ever tasted." He pulls back, his gaze locked on yours with an intensity that makes your skin prickle.

"You swallowed every last drop, didn't you? You swallowed it all down, and now you're wearing the taste of me on your tongue. And I gotta say, sugar... that's just about the hottest thing I've ever heard." He leans in, his lips brushing against yours in a soft, possessive kiss.

[wolfiemcwolferson]

I continue to clean out my fic list and feed you all plots to fics I will never write.

Maxiel/Top Chef AU

Danny owns a BBQ restaurant and he’s a TikTok star but he’s classically trained and everyone on the production team thinks he’ll be the dark horse of the season.

Max has zero formal training. He always knew he was going to work in food so he moves to New York illegally at 17 and he washes dishes until he gets a chance and a work visa and now he’s a sous chef. The producers don’t know if he’ll be a nightmare or their best cast. He’s funny and real and he’s got a mouth on him.

Max…is not doing well in the beginning. He thinks some of the challenges are “very stupid” and he tells Tom at judge’s table that maybe his palate is bad and no one in the house likes him so the first two team challenge’s end up with him on the bottom - not because of his food, but because no one is working together.

And then he gets paired with Danny.

Danny makes a dumb joke to the girl he’s been flirting with this whole time about getting paired with Max and Max hears it and then that night in the house while they’re making the menu, Max just says no to everything Danny says. No, we can’t do your food. No, we can’t serve it in bowls. No, we can’t. No, we can’t. And Danny is like…hm, okay. Tell me how you would do it?

And Max does and Danny is like…um, yes? It’s fucking mad but it’s genius if we can pull it off and then Max just….smiles. He smiles and Danny is F U C K E D.

Max and Danny win and Danny hugs Max and the two of them sneak out to the same place they were menu planning and Max thanks Danny. Like, no one here likes me and it’s because I have to win and he spills this whole business with his dad kicking him out because he’s gay and how he slept in someone’s closet for two years and Danny hugs him again and tells Max he thinks he could definitely win.

Everyone expects Danny to…leave Max alone after that but the two of them now live in each other’s pockets and Daniel is defending max now??? And in a group challenge their group is in the bottom and Danny thinks Max is going to go home because their other two team members are trying to say it was Max’s fault and Danny defends him with a smile on his face and a joke but he’s brutal and that’s when people realize that Danny’s allegiance is to Max and Max alone.

He’s still well liked but everyone gives them a wide berth. Which of course leads the two of them to get closer and it looks like the two of them are going to go all the way.

Until…

Daniel goes home when there are six of them left. He makes a simple mistake. The cook of his fish is over by a couple of seconds and Max kicks a door after Daniel hugs him tight and says, “it’s gotta be you, Maxy.”

Max doesn’t speak to anyone all night and they all talk the next morning before he’s up and they decide that they’ll be gentle with him today. They don’t say it…but they’re pretty sure there was something between the two of them.

Max wins that challenge and when Tom tells him that they’ve seen a lot of growth in him, Max says that it was Daniel. That Daniel made him better and Tom looks so shocked that Padma has to remind everyone they’re judging.

Max makes it to the finale and they don’t get to pick their team but production doesn’t have a choice, they give Daniel to Max and when he walks into the kitchen, Max barely keeps his tears in.

Max says with finality, “we will win” and Daniel says “you will win” and Max looks at him sideways and says very slowly “I will win.”

And he does, of course. He has a breakdown because his second course has a problem but Danny saves it and Max only has the owner of the restaurant he works out there for support but after they say his name, he’s only looking at Danny.

“This is Daniel,” Max says as he introduces him to Christian. “He is my boyfriend.”

And they’re still filming and Danny knows it’s going to make the episode because how could it not, so he slips his hand around Max’s waist and holds his hand out for Christian to shake and says, “I hate to take him from you, but it sounds like we’ve got to open up a restaurant for Maxy here.” And then he kisses his temple and Max blushes and Tom stands there like 🧍

Danny is still a TikTok star, but he gets his own travel show.

Max occasionally pops into his TikToks and the show but mostly he spends time opening up restaurants and running them and they’re happy and Max cooks and he has Danny and Danny eventually does an all-stars season and he wins and Max is interviewed while they’re cooking and he says “of course he will win, we have been training for this for months. He is very sick of me but that is okay. I have agreed to marry him if he wins so I would think he would be more motivated than anyone else.”

They get married and Tom officiates and Max complains because Danny wouldn’t let him cook the food and they’re happy forever and ever.

[blackwolfstabs]

30 Day Writing Challenge: Day 11

RUNNING

To get warm on the dark, cold streets of New York City, Sam puts Danny up to a challenge.

inspired by a scene from the Korean film C'est Si Bon.

The late March breeze held a frosty nip in the dark hours of nightfall. It had almost been 6 months since the 2023 Ghostface tragedies, and the victims of the interconnections had prevailed through the bitterness of winter and were on their way to a fresh spring. 

But in spite of that, New York was still chilly in the evenings, leaving those wandering the streets in for a cold walk home. 

Especially when the sun went down.

Sam pulled the hood of her black hoodie on as she left her second job, quickly sending her daily on-my-way-home text to Tara, before slipping her phone into her pocket. She never had been very fond of the cold, and having spent the majority of her life in California, it wasn’t hard to guess why. However, she should’ve brought a better insulator than the single hoodie she had on.

“Hey, beautiful,” a familiar voice caught her attention right before she could turn in the direction of home.

She glanced up to find Danny leaving the street lamp he had been leaning against. “Hey,” she replied, unable to mask the surprise in her voice. “What are you doing here?” 

He fell in to flank her in her stride. “I was just out and happened to be passing by,” he answered. “Thought I’d wait and walk home with you.” 

She nodded, “Mm.” The dusk breeze snuck through her clothing, making her cross her arms and hold them against her torso as she sucked her teeth in disapproval. “I can’t stand how cold it is…”

“Really?”

There was a chuckle that interlaced his inquiry, which made her shoot him a subtle glare. “Yes, really!” She shuddered, inadvertently proving her point. “I’ve been in California my whole life, basically—”

“You never had winter in California?” he cut her off.

She rolled her eyes playfully, “Of course, we had winter, but it was never this cold and for this long.” She then heaved a sigh, gazing down the sidewalk as there weren’t many people out and about, surprisingly. “But I wouldn’t expect you to understand anyways,” her tone flipped to a teasing way. “Because men can handle anything and everything like it’s nothing, right?”

Danny caught the lighthearted smirk she sported as she glanced away. “Hey, I didn’t say that,” he objected, keeping the energy light.

“You didn’t have to.” She gestured to the single, casual jacket he wore, “What you’re wearing said it for you.”

But he shook his head in denial. “Nah, I think you’re just being overdramatic,” he teased her back, quoting her with a twist, in the process, “Because girls are too sensitive to anything and everything, right?”

Sam scoffed in disbelief as she returned her gaze to him.

“You don’t have to admit it,” he went on, still turning her words against her in his own way, “Your shivering says it for you.” He nudged her a little.

She shook her head as she looked away. “I am not being overdramatic. And I’m not too sensitive, either,” she defended herself. 

“Oh, okay. Then this wouldn’t bother you?” He hadn’t even finished his sentence before he tugged her hood off and slipped his cold hand beneath her hair to pull it out from the warmth of her hoodie, letting the bitter cold caress it without missing the chance to let his knuckles run across the back of her neck.

Samantha nearly unleashed a yelp, before she caught herself and instinctively pulled away from him to tug the neckline of her jacket up, conserving the heat she could. “Danny!”.

“What?” Her boyfriend played innocent. “I thought you said you weren’t sensitive to the cold?”

“Okay, but not like that!” 

She sounded upset, but she wasn’t, and he knew that from the smile on her face. It led him to continue the game, “Oh-ho, so we’re lying now?” He tilted his head, “Never took you for a liar, Sam.”

Now, she played along. “Well, I never took you for a jerk, so there.”

“And there it is!” He held his hand out, “We’ve now arrived at dramatic!”

His girlfriend shoved him playfully, “Shut up.”

“You spoke first.”

“You know what?” Sam picked up her pace and kept her chin high as she left him behind. “You can walk home by yourself, if that’s the way you’re gonna be.”

Danny trotted to catch up, keeping a small distance behind, just to test her. “Then how am I supposed to keep you warm? Chivalry isn’t dead, you know?”

“You weren’t doing that anyway!”

“You never gave me a chance to do that,” he countered, making her go quiet with a scoff. 

She kept her word as she stayed ahead, not bothering to look back at him. “Well, there are other ways to stay warm,” she insisted with the perfect amount of subtle sass in her voice.

“Oh, yeah?” He chuckled, “Like what?”

His partner stopped in her stride. Their apartment wasn’t far from where they had gotten, only about 2 blocks or so. There was a little room for her to put him up to the test, that is… if he was willing to abandon chivalry to compete against a girl. She turned around and met him evenly. “Like running.” She met his blue eyes with her own challenging, dark ones. “I challenge you to a race,” she put forth, then provided her rules, “No shortcuts. No breaks.” She then raised an eyebrow in temptation as she looked back at him. “Do you accept?”

Brackett looked a little taken aback by the sudden dare, but he learned new things about her every day. And it was during times like this where he got a taste of her wild side. How could he resist? “Alright,” he nodded, “You’re on.”

Willingly now, Carpenter tossed her hair back behind her shoulders to pull it up into a ponytail, crowing as she did so, “Very well. You better hope you can keep up though.” She tugged the spare hair tie from her wrist, while nodding to him, “A man wouldn’t want to be shown up by his overdramatic, too sensitive girlfriend, right?”

He chuckled, shaking his head. “Yeah, the fact that you keep bringing that up just proves I’m right.”

She simply hummed in response and turned away to get ready to run. “On the count of three, okay?”

“Okay.”

“One…” She gave a quick glance over at him to check-in on his preparation. But little did he know she would change the rules on a dime. “Two!” And she broke away, racing down the paved way. 

Or maybe she never even planned to follow-through to 3 in the first place.

Danny bolted after her, quick to promise her an unknown penalty for cheating. “Oh, you’re in for it, now, Sam!” He could hear her laugh carry on the breeze in response. 

“You gotta catch me first!” her call echoed through the nocturnal streets.

But he was able to gain speed within seconds.

Samantha faced the cold air whipping her face head-on, ignoring the dry spell it cursed her respiratory system as she sprinted down the sidewalk, under the stars, and with her best friend. She had always loved to run, and she was damn good at it too. It just happened to be a bonus, when it had come to outrunning the handful of Ghostfaces that had tried to chase her down. Figures that they never could catch up… It hadn’t been her first time on the run, when they had decided to hunt her. She had their idol—her own father—to thank for that. Who knew he could’ve been so useful without coaxing her to drive a knife into someone? As she glanced over her shoulder, she found her boyfriend growing closer to her, which made her release an anticipated noise that was somewhere between a squeal and a yelp. She made a sharp turn at the corner to dart right, lengthening her strides down the straight line that would lead them home.

Danny did the same, nearly matching her side-by-side. However, even in the midst of a competitive race, he almost wanted to hang back intentionally just to watch her run the way she did. He had never actually seen her run, and seeing her do so under the circumstances of free reign and a smile, he’d rather take the losing title. Up ahead, there was an intersection they would have to cross before they would have the home-stretch to the apartment. Had she thought about crossing a busy road? At night? It was a crosswalk, so to speak, but New Yorkers weren’t exactly popular for their respect for the rules of the road. The idea made him decrease his speed, but she kept going strong. And once she neared the curb, he called out to her. “Samantha!”

She read his mind, but she knew what she was doing and hollered over her shoulder, “Don’t stop! Keep going!”

And so, he did. 

The two raced straight through the red stoplights and in front of the waiting cars’ headlights, illuminating their figures into silhouettes as they crossed the street. Halfway through the crosswalk, the lights went green and car horns blared at them to clear the way.

They made it to the other side safely, but that didn’t keep Danny from expressing his incredulity of his girlfriend’s recklessness in New York City of all places. “Sam, what the fuck?!” 

But she was too focused on the task at hand, laughing as she kept ahead, like a stray dog with nothing to lose. Her lungs were screaming and her throat burned with the lack of moisture, but she couldn’t stop. She nearly skidded as she veered to make it up the apartment steps and pulled the door free of her path. But she didn’t stop in the security of the lobby. She took her 1st place ranking further, taking the small staircase leading from the lobby to the foyer 2-stairs-at-a-time, while she used the railing as leverage to pull herself along. 

She barely made it to the far flight that would take tenets up to their desired floor, before she felt strong arms enclose her from behind to keep her from going any further. A startled shriek left her as she was picked up and pulled backwards, not realizing her chaser had been so close behind her. 

Danny moved her away and put her down with a chuckle. “I caught you,” he brought her remark about catching her back around. Her breathless giggles were a pleasure to his ears as she turned around to face him. He kept his arms loosely around her, dropping them to hold her waist, and for a moment, they both stayed blinking at each other, able to do nothing but catch their breath thanks to the relentless cold.

“I won…” Sam eventually got out through her panting, giving that infamous small tilt of her head that she owned.

Her boyfriend corrected her, “The race, you won.” When her brow slightly dipped to express her confusion, he went on to finish, “I won the chase.” To prove his point, he corralled his hold on her to pull her closer to him. 

“Mmm, I don’t think so,” she retorted as she shook her head. “I said it was a race.”

“You also said I had to catch you.”

For a second, Sam opened her mouth to say something back, but she couldn’t come up with anything. So, she surrendered. “Okay, you got me.”

He smirked, shifting her a little bit, “Clearly.” She chuckled and brought her arms up to drape them over his shoulders, enclosing his neck like his arms had done with her waist. “You are one crazy girl,” he then confessed, recalling their moment racing through the 4-way intersection.

She knew what he was getting at and shrugged. “I’m the daughter of a serial killer. I was born crazy.”

Her partner’s blue eyes flashed with curiosity, “You’re taking pride in that now?” He had been used to her keeping her bloodline on a low profile, always trying to outrun it or ignore it. Hell, she’d kept their relationship a secret from everyone for months because of it. Ever since 6 months ago, she’d been more accepting of it but never to the point where she'd openly admit to and actually seem okay with it.

“Not pride,” she countered, then corrected him, “responsibility.”

He nodded, “Ah… okay.” 

They spent a moment of silence, just sharing the warmth that started to accumulate between them in contradiction to the bitter outdoors. It wasn’t until Samantha broke the intimate tension that things took the next step.

“We should probably—”

Danny pulled her into a kiss. A passionate one. And Sam leaned into it instantly, abandoning the last part of that sentence for the reign of the moment. She tilted her head to deepen her contribution, her wrists going limp to hang over one another, while one of his hands caressed her back and the other cradled her jawline. Because of their run, the temperature of his hand was only a few degrees off from her cheek, making him move it to gently tug her hair tie away from keeping her ponytail intact.

Her long, dark hair then fell over the dorsal side of his hand, releasing the warmth from her scalp to embrace the length it could reach. He heard her give a soft hum at the feeling, guiding him back to hold the side of her face. They stayed connected for one more fulfilling moment, before finally breaking apart. Light eyes met dark ones, and they kept their distance from one another to a minimum.

“I challenge you to another race,” Brackett proposed, his voice barely above a whisper.

Carpenter blinked at him. “What kind of race?” Her volume matched his.

“Who can warm the other up first?”

“Hmm…” she mused over the thought, tired but not enough to fall-short of what he was insinuating. “What are your conditions?”

He gave her that look he always did when he conceded to everything that made him fall for her in the first place. He didn’t realize he looked any different when they shared moments like these, but he did, and she could tell. She could always tell. 

Another one of the many things her father gave to her. Crazy. Observant. Cunning. Name it, she’d find her way in-line with it.

“We have to stay in my apartment,” he answered.

She gave a light scoff with a smile that brought out the rosiness present in her cheeks from the cold.

Which proved his point.

“Do you accept?”

And she did.

“You’re on.”

I love them sm reeeeeeee :)

p.s. hope y'all got the inspired Tara x Chad moment from Scream VI when Chad cut Tara off with a kiss in the middle of her saying something. I HAD TO, SORRY NOT SORRY!!

All my best! ♡ - parker

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The best day of the week!!! It’s here!! Happy wild Wednesday!

I had this little cute fantasy about being buddies with Danny, and you’re hanging out with him at the park, sitting against a tree with a little picnic, and he’s being a cute little dork, narrating these two dogs sniffing each other.

The dogs get into this like staring contest, and Danny’s commentating the whole time, like “You blink first! No, you!” And you’re giggling and leaning against his shoulder. The dogs break out into a game of chase, and you laugh and say, “oh well, they lasted longer than you would have.”

Danny’s jaw drops and he’s like “excuse you! I could beat you!”

So you challenge him to a staring contest. But god, you didn’t think this through because fuck his eyes are beautiful, and he’s lightly smirking at you, that playful challenging gleam in his eyes making your heart race and your cheeks flush. You’ve been friends for a long time but you’ve never openly stared at each other like this, and you’re trying to keep your eyes on his instead of tracing every freckle across his cheeks.

And of course, Danny quirks an eyebrow, he noticed you blushing, and upping the ante, he leans his face forward a little closer, his eyes darting unblinkingly between yours. You let out a surprised little breath, and Danny’s smile widens as he murmurs,

“You know, if you wanted to stare at me, you could’ve just asked.”

You sort of nervously giggle, and blush, and his eyes crinkle at the corners but holy hell, he still hasn’t blinked.

“You wish,” you weakly argue, and your eyes are stinging so you reluctantly blink a whole bunch, sighing in defeat.

Then while your eyes are closed, you feel warm lips pressing against yours. Your body freezes, and your heart races, and as Danny slowly pulls away you open your eyes, wide and in disbelief, and Danny’s smile is shy and nervous this time as he searches your face.

“It… seemed like you might’ve wanted that…? I hope I didn’t-“

You cut him off by kissing him, grabbing his cheeks and making him huff a fond laugh through his nose as he happily kisses you back, pulling you close against the trunk of the tree.

😯😫😭 WAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

That's so cute omg he is just so cute and the way he'd say that so quietly and shy, I want my boyfriend Danny. 😭

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The Curse of Oenone (Leo Valdez xFem!Oc)

A/N: I feel much better now! Women prevail -Danny Words: 1,905 Series' Masterlist Previous Chapter // Next Chapter Listen to: 'House Song' -by Searows

LIV: Wasting Away to Be Useful All the Time Ain't Paying Off, Methinks

The dream changes, now Nico and Ara are on the fire escape of her parent's apartment.

"I'll go back to a witch trial," the girl leans her head on both arms and groans. "Iris messages aren't working! How am I supposed to tell them to hold on until August first?!"

"I already told Clovis I'm on my way."

"Like that's gonna fix it..." Ara stands upright, staring at the urban scenery with a troubled expression. "I never noticed how pretty this place was at sunrise..."

Nico doesn't seem as enchanted. "How is your crew holding up?"

"Jason got hurt but he's coming around," Ara lies, not wanting to worry Nico. "We caught Nike and she's helping us figure out a way to, you know, safely euthanize Leo. How's yours?"

"Steady and in great condition," Nico replies, and he's probably lying too, for the exact same reason. "How are you?"

The girl stares at her fingers, squeezing the railing and drinking in these seconds at home. "I'm trying not to think much, obviously, because... how do I even process all of it?"

"That you're soulmate's fated to die?" Nico snorts with a tone of sarcasm. "But it's so easy..."

"Not a soulmate," she mutters grumpily.

"I think it's sort of impossible," Nico pauses and glares at her. "Don't take that as a challenge."

She smiles a bit. "I don't know what to do. Do I hype myself up to get over Leo, or tell him we'll be together forever? What did Helen do that I shouldn't?" Ara squints and rubs her brow. "It's so unclear if she loved Paris or not..."

Nico shrugs, fidgeting with his ring. "Even if you figure it out, it won't make things easier. The two armies under your command are about to kill each other and you have a bunch of mentally ill gods giving out crazy orders, then there's the curse. How do you choose which one to tackle first? You just deal with them as they come."

"It's not working," Ara scowls. "Had it coming, though. All of this feels right."

Nico raises a brow. "What do you mean?"

Ara thinks of her next words carefully. "I just accepted that this is the weight I'll carry forever. At least I've gotten stronger."

Nico frowns. "You've also aged, though."

"I was going to, anyway. The only thing that I've been unable to outgrow is feelings. Leo chose his path and I must be okay with it... I love him, so I either go along or get in his way and make it worse—and since I can't offer a better alternative..." Ara sighs heavily, giving in. "I suppose I'll follow Eros's advice."

Nico's expression sombers. "So Leo will die?"

"The difference is that maybe this time it might not be permanent, and he might save another soul if he succeeds," Ara faces her friend. "Nike told us about the Physician's Cure—"

"Oh, my dad hates that," Nico pipes in.

"You know what that is?"

"The cure for death? Yeah," the boy scratches his nose casually. "One of Apollo's sons created it, but my dad forbade him from doing it again... so good luck getting it."

"Thanks," Ara says sarcastically. "You always make me feel so much better about the bad stuff in my life."

"We're talking about the last resource of last resources," he raises a brow. "You might as well go to my father and ask for Leo back."

"If I only wanted him to come back, I would drag him out of the Underworld Orpheus-style minus the looking," she rolls her eyes. "But big dumb-dumb made an oath to go back to Ogygia and get Calypso—so not only does he need to die, he has to be blasted out so he can go back to her island or he'll die regardless of the antidote he gets from the gods."

Nico frowns. "Your boyfriend is the stupidest man alive."

"He's a genius that likes to overcomplicate things, but yeah, love made him stupid," Ara mumbles, looking more sad than angry. "And I'm just like him."

"Minus the genius part."

"Whatever, man."

Nico gives her a look when she doesn't react to his teasing, and he makes an attempt to cheer her up. "Listen, sometimes the fates do things that feel unjust, but in the long run, they're for the better. Leo's choice was hard to make no doubt, he would rather cut his leg than leave you, and still, he's willing to risk his life not just for you but also for Calypso and the rest of the world... that's brave."

"I don't want him to come back to me if it means it's always going to hurt him," Ara confesses worryingly. "I'd be happier looking at him from afar."

"No, you wouldn't," Nico replies in a strange voice. "You really wouldn't."

"I mean it." Her voice trembles. "I haven't been the best version of myself since I decided to become a child of Olympus... Leo is good in a way I can no longer be, and that's why he's dying. Because he's kind and selfless, and I won't give him up because I'm stubborn and selfish, so they're taking him away by force."

She looks away for a moment. Nico squeezes her shoulder tighter than he's ever touched her in the last three years. "Ara, listen... all the bad stuff I've said to you, they aren't true. You can't be perfect, that's it."

"Exactly. I should've stayed away," she presses. "Life kept telling me that romance was off-limits, that I wouldn't be able to handle it, and yet I took Leo as soon as I had the chance, and he says he doesn't mind dying but—"

"You've experienced this too many times, just in this lifetime," Nico finishes knowingly. "His reassurance feels empty, I get it."

"He could've been loved and cared for on Calypso's island, and he didn't stay because of me," she says bitterly. "I should've been the one to jump into Tartarus. But now I've got people under my care, so I can't let myself die now..."

"I don't think this is about wrong choices or bad timing," her friend retorts. "I doubt you were more deserving of the curse in your past lives than you are now—hell, I even doubt Helen was deserving of the shit show everyone made around her."

Ara rubs her forehead and groans. "I know, I know... maybe this isn't my mess to clean... but I'm right in the middle of it, so not doing anything stresses me out all the same."

"Yeah well, you've never been good at staying out of things, we know that."

"None of us is."

"That's why we get curses all the time," he shrugs. "See? Things tend to happen when it comes to demigods."

Ara shakes her head. "Sometimes I think my stupid father should've suffocated me with a pillow when he had the chance."

Nico laughs. "Same."

"I feel like I should've gone with them."

"It's FOMO," Annabeth replies, lying on Ara's bed with a cherry facemask on.

"They're searching for that poison to help Leo—"

Nike's hollering cuts through her speech. "AN A- IS A FAILING GRADE—"

"These are literally Frank's relatives," Percy reasons, his back against the wall and a peel-off mask covering his face. "You would've made them nervous. Most people think that children of Olympus attract bad luck."

"And they're right," Ara's hanging upside down with her legs propped up next to Percy, a green tea facemask on her face.

It's spa day. Once Ara realized she could buy all kinds of beauty products in New York—as long as she had the budget—she became obsessed. The first time Percy agreed to join her many years ago, he claimed to be humoring his little sister, but he loves to lie around and eat snacks while Ara puts fresh-scented stuff on his face.

Ara agreed to have a spa day today solely because her brother and Annabeth had recently come out of Tartarus, so if there was someone who deserved to use her stash of fancy facemasks, it was them. She also knows they're doing this to help her clear her mind after her dream last night, and she'd missed being pampered by her older siblings anyway.

"There is a sea serpent watching us," Percy says out of nowhere, vaguely pointing ahead. "Been there for the past ten minutes."

Ara lifts herself on her elbows. "And why aren't we doing anything about it?"

Percy shrugs. "It's trying to figure out if we're food, Festus confuses it."

"Nice," Ara lies back down. "Good headmast."

"So Leo is trying to rebuild your dragon inside the ship? How does that even work?" Annabeth asks, rummaging in a bag of chips.

A flash goes out and then Leo's voice responds. "It doesn't—yet. You guys having a fun time?"

The three teenagers look back at the door completely unbothered. "Did you get my good side?" Percy asks.

"You know, water boy, blackfacing isn't cool anymore—it never was."

"Call me water boy again and I'm freeing Nike inside your cabin," the older boy threatens. "And this is a peel-off mask, it saves me so much money on acne products I don't even care if it looks stupid."

"You want one?" Ara lifts a thin package.

"No, I came to tell y'all Piper and Frank are back," Leo's too amused by the sight that he can't move past it. "I'm sorry, what exactly is happening in here?"

"Spa day," Annabeth explains. "Never had one of those?"

Leo snorts. "Hephaestus isn't the cleanest guy around..."

"She means with Ara," Percy shows him a shit-eating grin, though it looks creepy with the peel-off still on his face. "Haven't been invited to one yet?"

Leo's smile disappears. "I didn't know it was a thing."

"I didn't think it'd be up your alley," Ara pulls her legs down and sits upright. "The only Cabin Nine campers that ever humored me were Beckendorf and Nyssa, but I had to bribe them first."

"I wanna have a spa day," Leo pouts, looking at the Polaroid he just took. "I feel discriminated."

Ara gets up and moves to her vanity, pulling off her mask. "You're invited to the next one."

"Piper and Frank are back then—that means they got the poison?" Annabeth fans her face while Percy takes off his mask.

"Yup, so we should hold a meeting," Leo approaches Ara and kisses her hair, leaving the Polaroid on her nightstand. "You don't need skincare, there's a reason why I call you Doll."

Ara chuckles. "My skincare is the reason you think I don't need it."

"Holy 'Dite, I can't do this!" Percy moans, falling back on the bed with the mask still on. "Birdy, help me..."

The girl laughs and glances at Leo before going to her brother. "We'll meet you on deck in five, alright?"

Leo looks at the trio with an uncomfortable feeling in his chest, but he manages to show a smile when he nods, although he stays consciously away from Ara so she can't feel his emotions. "Good luck putting your face back on, Nemo!"

"You're not allowed to call me that!"

Leo exits the cabin grinning, but as he walks out, his expression turns into a frown. He can't put a finger on what is bothering him, but it feels as if he were watching Ara's life slowly slip back into its old place, erasing him from the plot.

He has this dark thought that maybe those six months with him at camp were only an intermission, and now Leo is waiting for the fates to pluck him out and toss him away as they did with Michael Yew. "Well, that was a fun season! Send the next cute boy in!" 

Each day he inches closer to his certain death, and Ara's future does nothing but shine brighter.

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Closing Time: Marcus Pike x F!reader

A/N: This is my first installment in my Year of Kisses themed creation challenge! I was invited to join the fun by @oonajaeadira and @yearofcreation2023! I have never really participated in anything like this so be gentle. This fic plays fast and loose with Marcus Pike canon. I wanted to write for our Perfect Boyfriend without watching seven something seasons of the mentalist. If Marcus is OOC that is entirely on me. Also Sherri is entirely based on a supervisor I had once. I loved that lady to pieces.

Warnings: Angst. Break ups. Language. Alcohol. Some drunken flirting and kisses. Reader has a truly shitty ex.

          This is the last place he wants to be. C'mon, Marc it'll be fun, said Danny. You need to get out of this fucking office, said Sherri. You're just gonna sit home and mope otherwise.          I'm not going to mope.          You're gonna sit home and watch old movies and pine. For that stupid Lisbon woman, or whoever's managed to break your heart lately. Sherri gives him the look.          Fine. She means well. Sherri and Danny and Big Bill, they all mean well. They know him well, too well maybe. Marcus's New Years plans involved getting take out and catching up on the Christmas movies he'd neglected. White Christmas. Die Hard. Gremlins. The classics. Fine. I'll go. For a little while.

         And now? The jukebox is playing "Hallelujah," John Cale's version. It's just past midnight and the ball dropped on the tv over the bar and people kissed each other and called their friends and Marcus's phone sits like a brick in his pocket, a fossil from when Lisbon would call, from when Dierdre and Sarey would sometimes call. Can't think of a single person he wants to call. He stands arm in arm with his friends who dragged him here, rocking back and forth with them, "hallelujah, hallelujah, Halle-loo-oo-oo-oooh-jah--"          And that's when he sees you, hunched at the bar, the only other person in this dive who isn't paired off, who isn't singing along with a bunch of drunks, your face pinched and closed off in the bleary bar mirror, peeking out around plastered on stickers and flyers for long defunct bands. He can tell that you've been crying.

         You drink and watch your phone light up with messages. Hey you okay? Did you make it home? U ok? What happened? You don't give a fuck. They can wait until tomorrow to find out if you lived or died or caught an Uber back home. Fuck. Home's not even home anymore technically. Staying the night at my Mom's. He'd texted. We'll figure out the logistics tomorrow. He'd texted. Logistics. Three years and it boils down to fucking logistics. Three years in and he dumps you at 11:50 on New Years Eve. So that's how you find yourself alone in this little pub with a bunch of drunks singing along with the jukebox, but at least it's quieter here. You catch your own reflection in the mirror, face peering over half empty liquor bottles with plastic spouts stuck in them, eyes puffy from crying. You laugh. A low and bitter sound. Who dumps somebody on New Years Eve?          "...couldn't've waited twelve more hours," you say, muttering into your half-finished drink, into the black hole at the center of the galaxy, "Couldn't've sucked it up for one more fucking night!" The last bit comes out loud, and you feel eyes on you, hunker down into yourself, into your glass, like a snail pulling into its shell, and then the noise of the bar resumes.          He'd rested his hands on his shoulders and peered into your face like he did when he meant kiss you or say something sweet. I'm not in love with you anymore, he'd said, the same tone of voice used for things like hey can you take the garbage out, or hey, we need more dish soap the next time you go to the store. Okay, so maybe bitch-slapping him in the middle of the dance floor in front of all your friends wasn't the best move, but it felt good and right. And now he keeps texting you about his stuff. His clothes and his x-box and you and the girls did a round of tequila shots before and you can't quite figure out how this all happened.          Why now? Why tonight? Things were good, weren't they? Or at least not bad, and you watch the ice melt in your drink and feel tricked, bamboozled, and oddly relieved. If he's willing to pull this shit you're better off without him, you think, but deep down you just wish it was all a mistake, that you'd just have someone warm to come home to, even if things weren't great. That maybe the both of you will wake up tomorrow and be like did we really break up last night? That's crazy. But he's texting you about his x-box and his ps 5 and how he really needs it even though you went halfsies on it. Text me one more time and you get nothing. You hit send and turned off your phone. Thank fuck his name's not on the lease. Let him stew. Let them stew. Fuck 'em.          You feel someone settle at the bar beside you.          "Hey, are you okay?"          "What do you think?" It comes out harsh and you regret it instantly. This stranger  in this dive on New Years Eve has nothing at all to do with what's happened. You turn to look and you see a tired man with his lips quirked up in a smile that doesn't quite hit his eyes.          "Sorry," you say, and shake your head, "I'm not--fuck--this has been a hell of a night. I hope you're not looking for a hookup because I got dumped at ten-till and the last thing--" He laughs, a soft low sound.          "A hookup's the last thing I want," he says and holds out his hand, "Come and sit with us. So you're not all by yourself." You eye him skeptically.          "Is this some sort of pity thing?" He laughs a little, a soft exhale, "If it is, we can be pitiful together. He glances over at a table of drunks, "I'm only here because they dragged me. I was going to order a pizza and watch Christmas movies-"          "It's past Christmas."          "I spent Christmas working," he says, "If that's not pitiful I don't know what is." You feel yourself warming to him.          "I bet you don't even have a tree up."          "I do!" He smiles, and this time it does touch his eyes, frames them in lovely crinkles, and maybe it's better to hang out with a handsome stranger in a bar than sit and drink and brood about how tomorrow you're gonna have to clear your boyfriend's shit out of your place. Ex. Ex boyfriend you have to keep reminding yourself. "It's not a real one, and it's only four feet tall. But it's there!" He offers his hand again.          "C'mon," He says, "You don't have to be all alone." Fuck it, you think, down the watery dregs of your whiskey sour and place your hand in his, allow him to draw you from your place at the bar. He is striking, leather jacket across broad shoulders, tight jeans that grip him just right, and eyes so deep and warm a girl could fall right in and drown.          "I'm Marcus," he says, and gives your hand a squeeze, but doesn't let go. You tell him your name and he leads you away from the brightness of the bar, back to where the jukebox plays a distorted love song "the curl of your bodies, like two perfect circles entwined see you feel hopeless, and homeless, and lost in the haze of the wine--" back to his table of friends, smiling and laughing, sticky shot glasses and half-filled pints between their hands. Sherri. Danny. Big Bill. Sherri has large blonde hair and gummy blue eyeliner and a cigarette roughed voice.          "You seem nice enough, what're you doing with this sad sack of shit?" She jerks her head and Marcus looks like he wants to evaporate and you laugh.          "I got dumped--let's see--" you power up your phone just long enough to check the time, lock screen lit with a tangle of missed texts --"47 minutes ago? Guess two sad sacks of shit are gonna find each other, huh?"

         The night passes in a warm blur, you and your newfound friends drinking together and laughing, Sherri's got stories that leave the table wheezing laughter and all through it Marcus is a warm presence at your side, your hands keep finding each other's, his gentle grasp an anchor in this storm of a night. You feel like you've speed-run the stages of grief over your ex. Sherri eyes you over shot glasses that have popped up like mushrooms over the course of the evening.          "Listen here," she says, pointing a pink lacquered dagger of a nail in your direction, "Keep the PS5. He paid his half in cash right? Unless you wrote him out a receipt he can't prove shit. His name's not on the lease. Leave whatever you see fit in a cardboard box by the front door and block his number. Wash your hands of him. You don't owe him shit."          "Yeah, fuck him," says Danny, and Big Bill comes back from the bar holding too many drinks and Marcus rests a warm palm on your shoulder.          "Hey," he says, those big dark eyes full of concern, "You don't think he's gonna try anything do you? You're safe, right?" And your first impulse is to laugh, the only thing your boyfriend, ex-boyfriend is a danger to is game controllers and the fifteen year olds who roast him over discord, but Marcus looks so sincere.          "Yeah. He's--I'm not worried."          "Can I give you my number? Just in case something happens--" Danny launches in to the worst mob-movie New York accent you've ever heard in your life.          "You give Markie here your number, see? One woid and your ex'll be sleepin with the fishes. We'll fit him out for the old cee ment loafers, we'll--"          "Jesus, Dan, you sound like the bastard child of Tony Soprano and Rizzo the Rat--" And everyone loses their collective shit.          "If I'm Rizzo the Rat, then you're Miss Piggy--"          "No way am I Miss Piggy! I'm nowhere near that wound up--"          "Bill here is Sweetums."          "If I'm Sweetums, Marc's that grouchy Eagle."          "No way," you say, "He's Kermit. Tell me I'm wrong."          "Hi-ho this is Kermit the frog here with a muppet news flash," and that's it. You are crying into your drink with laughter, and once you can breathe and put words together you tell him--          "You are the last person in the world I would've thought could do Kermit the frog--" And he smiles, a bashful one that pinks his cheeks and turns his face away.          "Marcus has many talents," says Sherri, "Don't let him fool you."

"I can see that you are lonesome just like me And it being late, you'd like some company Well, I turn around to look at you, and you look back at me The guy you're with, he's up and split—the chair next to you is free And I hope that you don't fall in love with me--"

         The lights are up and Tom Waits plays through the bar. People settle their tabs and head out into the bright night. It's snowing, large flakes that catch and hold the light, street-lights haloed in whirling yellow.          "Do you need a ride?" He asks, snow catching in his hair, his hand warm around yours.          "I can walk," you say.          "I'll walk with you,"          "How'll you get home?"          "Taxi. Uber. I'll manage," he smiles, soft and sad, "Let me get you home safe, okay?"          "Okay." Marcus offers his arm like some old time movie character and you loop your arm through his. Snow falls, slow and soft and heavy, and the bars let out all around, spilling people into the streets, closing time everywhere, and people sound happy, buoyed on the promise of a better year, at least for a few days until the shine wears off and it's back to business as usual. Sooner than you want you're at your front step.          "This is me," you say, and wish it wasn't, wish for more time in the swirling snow with him, and his hand traces down your arm, his fingers find yours and lace through.          "Are you okay?" he asks.          "No. But I will be." You surge forward and hug him, wrap your arms around his broad back and snow-dotted jacket, and he grips you in kind, cradles the back of your head in his hand, tucks your face into the warm join of his neck and shoulder, "Thanks for looking out for me." He squeezes you tighter.          "It's my pleasure," he says drawing back to look at you, his hands on your shoulders, "And if your ex--"          "He won't," you say, "He couldn't even wait till midnight. Couldn't even give me a kiss. I mean, not that I'd want him to now--" Marcus reaches for you, brushes the pad of his thumb over your cheek, the question hanging in his eyes. You nod and he presses his lips to yours, waits for you to kiss back, and then his tongue slides soft between your parted lips, tender, undemanding, your face cradled in his warm, calloused hands.          "Come upstairs with me," you say, and you feel him draw back, bright line of hurt in your chest.          "I want to," he says, "I want to take you to bed if you'd have me--"          "Then why--"          "I don't want to push you," he says, "I move fast. I scare people off sometimes. I like you a lot. I don't want to hurt you, okay?"          "Okay." That line of hurt resolves itself into a dull ache, "I should get some sleep. Gotta dump Asshole's stuff on the curb bright and early." He leans in kisses your cheek.          "See you next year."          "See you."

         At some point in the deepest ditch of night you turn your phone back on. Peer bleary-eyed at the notifications, unanswered texts. You send a group text to the girls, home safe don't worry about me. You give your ex a time to come get his shit and then block his number. You drift in the dark, and your phone vibrates against your chest.

         M: If you don't feel too terrible, I know a place that does breakfast all day. Best blueberry pancakes in town.          M: I'd like to see you again.