#danny cordial

[lunetaj]

The whole family is devastated by Skip´s death.

At least Brandi has family and friends who try to help her as best they can.

(2015)

[radiance1]

When the Justice League heard of Phantom, they believed they had to act quickly. Based on what they were told by the GIW, a branch of the government they had no knowledge of previously (Batman is working to correct that), the ghost was dangerous and extremely powerful.

A ghost that terrorized a small town that they GIW have tried-and failed- on numerous occasions to send back to the Ghost Zone. The GIW wouldn't have come to the Justice League for help if it were just that, but based on what they have claimed Phantom has achieved an inexplicable rise in power after having met with the King of ghosts himself.

If what they say is true, then ghosts could potentially invade and cause an all-out war with humanity that the Justice League would rather much avoid thank you.

Negotiations for peace or understanding have been repeatedly rejected and the GIW has been led to believe that Phantom has done something to the Fenton couple. The leading ecto-biologists in the world, years of research suddenly wiped clean off and acting much more cordial towards the ghost.

A complete 180.

So much so that you could even claim them to have been mind controlled. Which isn't outside the realm of possibility due to ghosts having an innate ability to overshadow others and control them.

Perhaps even the entire town has fallen under Phantom's control. Even another ghost, who had just been recently opposed to Phantom, has fallen under his control.

So the Justice League had to act fast.

---

Danny was fucked.

He could tell that very, very well. He still didn't have his entire new... dragon thing... under control very well, mostly sticking a half human like form. His powers were stronger yes but he couldn't really control them well.

Which is kinda why he's fucked.

Danny has never heard about the Justice League before, mostly because he had recently found out that apparently Amity Park was isolated. Like, extremely. Basically it's own little world cut off from the rest.

So when they appeared with the GIW he thought, hey, maybe they were finally changing their white suit shtick.

He didn't expect them to be extremely well-trained, have supernatural abilities or magic. Along with their usual tech well.

Yea.

Danny was fucked.

And he was very, very scared.

He's already died once but that didn't mean he wanted to die again, and he knows that he would probably be heavily experimented on if the GIW actually got their hands on him.

He was alone. He was surrounded. He was outnumbered. And he was oh, so very scared.

His family and friends had already fallen (thankfully not dead, just unconscious he thinks) and Vlad was occupied elsewhere, also fighting.

So Danny was alone.

No one would be coming to help him.

So what did he do?

He opened his mouth and did something he didn't do often. Despite that he could see that they somewhat recognized what he was about to do and tried to find cover.

Danny wasn't aiming at them.

He pulled his head back, mouth aimed at the sky.

Danny wailed.

It was waaaay more powerful than he had originally thought, so he was glad he aimed it at the sky.

As soon as it was over he felt drained, swaying on his feet and trying to use his tail to steady himself and not fall off his own claws.

They didn't know what was happening.

Danny just hoped it worked.

---

Neither the Justice League nor the GIW knew why Phantom shot one of his most powerful attacks up into the sky, but they did see the opportunity it presented.

Phantom was weak. Looking like he would fall off his own feet and fall unconscious.

They had to act quickly.

But before they could, from right where Phantom had wailed into the sky.

It cracked.

And continued to crack.

Until a large hole appeared in the sky, leading into a dimension of endless green.

The Infinite Realms.

They believed Phantom was trying to retreat.

They were wrong.

Two roars came from the portal, forcing everyone to cover their ears.

Then.

Something came out of the portal.

A long, serpentine dragon flowed out, flying around the area of the crack before descending down and around Phantom.

Then.

A giant claw grabbed onto the edge of the crack. Pushing against it until it broke, forcing the hole bigger and bigger as a much, much larger dragon stepped out. Standing protectively over the serpentine dragon and Phantom.

A large crown wrapped in flame floating about its head signified its status.

The Ghost King.

[nonbinaryphantom]

okay but the vlad-danny foil dynamic drives me nuts like it does something to my brain

[magpod-confessions]

Okay so I'm going to preface this by saying: I think if Sasha were to have survived season 1 and Tim got Not!Themmed instead, Sasha would have just gotten Tim's storyline and Danny would be Sasha's brother instead.

I think that devolving into direct resentment makes more sense for Sasha's character than Tim's.

Like don't get me wrong I understand "being trapped in an evil job and my best friend getting replaced in a way that I don't even remember what she looks like anymore" is an understandable reason for Tim to have that negative character arc.

That being said, I think that Sasha has a more convincing reason to start blaming Jon for it. (Not a justified one, mind you, but definitely more convincing.)

Like yeah, she has the being bound to the institute thing, and she has the Not!Tim thing, but she also has something that I think they would have explored more had Sasha stayed around: She wanted Jon's position, and wasn't happy about Gertrude giving it to him instead of her.

Like she's cordial about it, but what about when she's that far under stress? After she got chomped on by worms, had her best friend replaced without her even noticing? If *she* was in Jon's position, *she* could have done better. *She* could have done *so much better.* *She* could have taken a more active approach in the statements. Maybe *she* could have stopped Jane's attack. Maybe *she could have saved Tim.* But she couldn't. Because *she* isn't the Head Archivist of the Magnus Institute, London. *He* is. *She* can't call the shots that'll save everyone because *he's* the archivist.

Idk, I just feel like that sort of slight jealousy would have added a bit more believability to blaming Jon that Tim just didn't.

I might have gotten a bit rambly at the end, sorry if it's long.

OHHH oh youre ONTO SMTH OMG i like this - rosette

[obsessedwithstarwars]

I love this 😂

“Do you remember when I sold my soul a few years back?”

The tapping at the keyboard did not still. “Yes of cour— Tim, you sold your soul?”

“Oh my god, you forgot.” He dramatically threw a hand against his chest, collapsing sideways out of the chair to land on the cave floor. “I’m wounded. In my cold, soulless heart, shot straight through it. You forgot I sold my soul. Dick, how could you?”

“It’s been a hectic few years-“

“It’s my soul Richard Greyson. Isn’t that important? I sold my soul to the Ghost King and now it’s apparently changed hands.”

“The Ghost King sold your already sold soul?!?”

Tim sat back up, using the BatDesk to pull himself to his feet. “Nah, apparently the og king got bested in combat and the new king now owns it. He sent me a letter. So we could meet. And potentially discuss me repossessing my soul. Anyway, are you free Thursday cause that’s when he’s picking me up and he said I could bring a friend. Cissie already said no, so you’re the next on my list.”

Dick had long since abandoned whatever report he’d been working on and was staring at Tim with what could only be described as ‘major concern.’ “Can we please backtrack to the fact you sold your soul to a Cthulhu-like entity?”

“No.”

…

Meme under the cut

[greenswirls]

The Red Huntress but instead of developing a vendetta against Phantom she endures a fed up tirade from him about how hard it is to be the only competent line of defense against ghost attacks and actually manages to sympathize with him despite the terrible last days she's been having.

She sees Cujo and lets Danny explain that he's tried everything but he keeps coming back and has shown to really be a good boy too powerful for his own good, so he's trying to train him to behave while in the human world. And Valerie having a stronger character manages to get him to listen or scold him if only a little more.

Cujo still goes ham on axiom labs but Valerie is not gonna feel bad for the company that fired her dad over something that wasn't part of their deal, so go boy you need the exercise! Danny still tries to stop him but respects the pettiness. They end up sharing custody whenever he shows up.

Val still becomes the Red Huntress but whether or not she's friendly or just cordial to Phantom she recognizes that he's trying his best to help and she wants in on kicking the ghosts who are actually out to ruin lives. Somehow Vlad doesn't notice this, maybe mistakes some sparring as her trying to destroy him, so he sponsors her still and she plays along for the weapons and to keep an eye out for the sinister Phantom hating rich guy.

ALSO she ACTUALLY takes advantage of being sponsored by said rich guy to get her dad back on a good job. She still gets a change of heart regarding her popular "friends" and Fenton and his friends.

BUT!!

She still has an ongoing grudge, this time on the Fenton parents, for being the ones to create the portal and refusing to get rid of it despite the problems it's caused. Maybe the city hall lets them keep it for shady reasons and she leads campaigns about their irresponsibility as scientists and hunters to get the Fentons to deactivate the portal for good, which has been shown to be possible but they just turn it back on. She won't listen to Danny's self blame over the portal, your parents would have found the problem on their own and fixed it eventually man, you're not to blame here and what was that about you almost dying in there-

This could be the reason Phantom doesn't reveal his human half to her; maybe he fears she might reveal it to further her protests, maybe he fears she might hate his parents even more than from the campaign and their obsession with hunting Phantom and then too much time passes and it gets more awkward to bring it up and it stresses him out and plot plot plot...

[wheredidhiseyebrowsgo]

Hi! I was wondering if you could recommend any fics where Lydia isn't hailed as some sort of genius goddess. Anything where she isn't allowed to just get her way all the time (preferably where she is called out on it), or maybe she is a bad friend. I've only ever been able to find one or two fics that don't portray her as completely perfect and all knowing. Thanks in advance even if you can't recommend anything!

Hi anon! @kevaaronday made this list for you.

You Are Cordially Invited by Akinasky (12/12 | 65,226 | Teen | Sterek) After Stiles gets to college he ends up text-dumped by Lydia who goes back to Parrish and less than a year later decides to marry the guy and all Stiles can think of is that he doesn't want to show up to the wedding alone and he can't think of anyone else to call but Derek Hale. Sour wolf extraordinaire and apparently stalker wolf.

He had no idea the guy would actually come and offer to go as his plus one.

Me Without You Is Paradise by TheWriterinBeskar (9/9 | 12,209 | Teen | Sterek) After a fallout with Scott, Stiles is comforted, cornered, and confronted.

Christmas Kisses by HappyJuicefruit (1/1 | 8,621 | Gen | Sterek) After ten years away, Derek returns home to find a very different Beacon Hills than the one he left. 

He decides it’s much, much better this way. 

Back on the outside by Leaslemoon (2/2 | 3,109 | Teen | Sterek) Stiles doesn't care that Lydia broke up with him. He cares about the fact that everyone went back to treating him like a piece of shit.

Triads are very stable by Marc_is_weird_af (1/1 | 2,878 | Teen | Sterekson) Stiles and Jackson have been hooking up since high school whenever Jackson and Lydia break up Stiles catches Lydia cheating and tells Jackson who doesn't believe him Derek is a TA at the university, he likes Stiles but the other is always near Jackson so when the two fight he takes his chances Jackson on the other hand is only doing what he has to do and is fighting his feelings

AKA The three idiots are a mess and life is complicated

I’m Not Special by thebazile_c (1/1 | 2,734 | Teen | Sterek) This all could have been an email. Stiles could be home right now, doing anything but sit in Derek’s loft at 11:30 on a Monday night. He’s not even being useful, there is nothing for him to do. Stiles doesn’t need to be here. The longer he sits, listening to the Pack argue and ignore him, the more he knows he isn’t needed here. Or wanted.

Coward by ScarsLikeVelvet (1/1 | 580 | Mature | Steter) Stiles, Danny and Jackson have an appointment with the principal. Lydia confronts Stiles beforehand with some ridiculous accusations.

[a-forger-and-a-point-man]

007 FEST 2023 / Fix-It Day

[The greatest fix-it experts lie within the @00qad-fandom. There is nothing we have not endured and subsequently fixed. Forever.]

A FIX-IT DAY COLLAB BROUGHT TO YOU BY @kitten-kin of @teamqbranch and @a-forger-and-a-point-man of @teamofvillains!

Every year after the buzz and the noise and the packed calendars of Pride Month and 007 Fest are behind them, the 00QAD family pack up the cars for the 10-hour drive up to the Scottish Highlands to Skyfall, where they spend August keeping Kincade company and getting some fresh air.

James loves driving all the way in his highly prized Aston Martin DB5, and Danny joins him for the intimate (read: cramped) ride. It's very special for Danny because he's never really had nice things - and James treats him like a star.

This naturally means that the more grounded and practical gentlemen in the family - Q and Alex - take a more sensible vehicle that fits luggage and two cats on leashes and their litter box. It's a lot safer to have two cars for the journey anyway.

When they pull up to Skyfall, Kincade's doggos run up in excitement to the familiar faces, but they're immediately put in their place by @princesspampuria who scares the SHIT out of these fierce hunting companions. The boss lady has arrived.

Pam loves the August vacation because she can hunt sheep and deer, and yes, she does it alone, and no, not always for food. Possibly just blood thirst and sport.

Kincade always has the finest Scottish salmon prepared for his little princess. Despite James' best efforts, Kincade is as in love with Pam as Q is.

It has taken a few years for James and Kincade to reconnect - or even reconcile, in many ways - and get to the place they're in now. James isn't used to genuine, older, wiser, paternal mentorship. But no matter how old he gets, he sure as hell needs it, and the boys are keenly aware of that.

Kincade knows what they all do now. He doesn't ask too many questions, but he allows them the space to let things out when they need to. He loves them like his own children and grandchildren, and this is what James must get used to: a natural, unconditional, familial love that isn't tied to what he does or where he's been. It's just there.

This yearly visit to Skyfall is also critical for James to reflect on where he came from, and spend time at his parents' gravesite. When a man knows his roots and understands that he was always loved, it changes him.

All that said, Kincade's favorite humans are actually Danny and Alex. Danny and Kincade send each other care packages throughout the year, and Danny is such a wonderful listener to the lifetime of stories Kincade always shares around the fire.

Turing always joins them, laying across Kincade's lap. Turing was officially given to Alex by Q to be his therapy cat, so Turing recharges in these settings.

Alex is also a good listener, but he knows to take advantage of what Kincade can teach him in the time they have together. They are both very outdoorsy people, and Kincade has taught Alex hunting, fishing, archery, and the cooking of certain animal parts. Alex is game to try out new things.

Q and Kincade have a warm and cordial relationship, but Q lives in his own head a lot, and he's not exactly fond of lacing up his hiking boots for a sunrise trek. So he'll spend. lot of time doing maintenance on Skyfall's security system, broadband connectivity, and electrical supply.

You're wondering what Kincade thinks of their relationship. And that's a very valid question. He thinks they're all well-raised gentlemen and he wouldn't trade them for the universe, and that helps tremendously in accepting that his little James - that jumped up shit - has become a man with not just an unconventional job, but an unconventional family life. They're all happy, and that makes Kincade happy, and Danny teaches him about queer culture and how to celebrate Pride at Skyfall. Kincade still affectionately calls the community "the gays" and tells his mates down at the pub that all of his sons have delivered him sons-in-law.

A great amount of time is spent in the kitchen on making three meals a day and eating together at the table. There's hearty haddock soup and tattie scones and plenty of "stovies" after their big Sunday roast. The twins' sweet tooth (Q & Danny) means Kincade always has plenty of ingredients to make his famous Cranachan every week.

Danny and Turing bake pawprint shortbread to leave as a parting gift for Kincade, and the boys all make sure they've cleaned up and done the laundry and are leaving the house in better shape than they found it.

Goodbyes are never easy, and Danny cries, and Pam cries too then screams bloody murder and refuses to let go of Kincade. An ice box filled with wild Scottish salmon for the ride helps a little bit. After a month, even the doggos are sad to see the boss lady go.

James never ever shows that he's getting emotional, but in the car, alone with Danny, he lets out the breath he's been holding, and confesses that the trip was the best time of his life - until next year.

[fandonnavyce]

Fic Masterpost

By Events

Ectoberhaunt 2023

Crossover Danuary 2024

DPxDC Ship Week2024 & Ship Week: After Dark 2024

Dannymay 2024 (WIP)

Patrol Partners 2024

Invisiobang 2024

Ghouls and Gangs 2024

Ecto-Implosion 2024

Fandom Trumps Hate 2024 (upcoming)

DPxDC, Dead on Main Series/AUs

My Love I Devour

and it's wider universe sequel series, The Wild Hunt

Cinderella Wonderland

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 - Hades and Persephone AU

Everything is posted on AO3, not everything is cross-posted on Tumblr

Ectoberhaunt 2023 AO3 Link

Day 2 - White Crow. Danny's a college student with some corvid friends. Dead on Main

My Love I Devour Series (In Timeline Chronology)

Day 4 - Zombies. Another Danny fixes Jason’s Pit Madness/Sick Ghost Core Fic, feat. the inherent homoeroticism of impromptu soul surgery. Rating: Mature. First in the My Love I Devour

Day 10: Occultism, Day 11: Dread vs Calm, Day 12: Obsession vs Repression, Day 13: Horror Flick - Sequel to Day 4

Day 17: Flesh, Day 18: Unravel vs Intertwine. Jason and Danny get down hot and heavy at a nightclub in the ghost zone. AO3 Series Link

Wild Hunt Series (Occurs post MLID)

Day 5 - Hunt. Ghost King Danny cordially invites you to the Wild Hunt, winner gets Constantine's entire soul - Danny's First Draft. DpxDc. First in the Wild Hunt Series

Day 19 - Claws. Danny needs Jason's brains (to write a royal invite) Sequel to Wild Hunt Part I.

Day 23: Magic, Day 26: Cults - The Ghost King summoning ritual is active for the first time in aeons. Constantine and Zatanna try it out and get more than they bargained for. AO3 Series Link

Crossover Danuary 2024 AO3 Link

Day 1 - Ben 10 Xover Tucker escapes Space Prison with the help of his two best friends

Day 1 - Another Ben 10 xover, the soft prequel. Ben meets an non-alien ET in a haunted forest

Day 2 - Atla Xover Hey, remember when Sokka got kidnapped into the Spirit World?

Day 4 - Cinderella Wonderland. A Cinderella and Alice in Wonderland Fandom Fusion but make it dpxdc, Dead on Main

Day 5 - The Owl House xover where The Collector becomes fast friends with a certain white haired girl on a day at the beach (Word of God part of the Cinderella Wonderland AU) AO3 Collection Link

DPxDC Ship Week and Ship Week: After Dark 2024

A continuation of Ectoberhaunt's Day17&18; it is the completion of part 3 of the MLID series. Can be read stand-alone more or less.

Part 1: Pleasures of the Flesh Ch 3

Part 2: Sweet Endings aka The Epilogue AO3 Fic Link

Part 3: Hunger. Smut. Jason has a sexual fantasy about Danny Written for Day 9 Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Dannymay2024 AO3 Link

Day 2: Wish. Dead on Main Moodboard. Prayers are like wishes (you never know who's listening) so be careful for what you wish for.

Day 4: Wander. Dani Phantom Postcard. I'll wander far and long to where I wish to roam. But I won't forget to go and wander home Love, Dani

Day 9: Hunger. Dead on Main Smut.

Day 13: DnD AU. A Cleric casts Speak with Dead. The corpse's response is unusual. Pre-Everlasting Trio

Day 15: Field Trip. Everlasting Trio Field Trip through the Ghost Zone, ala Little Einsteins.

Patrol Partners 2024 AO3 Link

Need A Lift? A co-authored DPxDC Tim/Danny (Not Jason/Danny for once lol) fanfic. Aka the Brain Dead Meet Cute where where Tim and Danny are Trapped in An Elevator during a Rogue Attack.

Invisobang 2024 AO3 Link

Supernova Series A DPxDC Bang where The Fentons manage to create an interdimensional portal. But it wasn't to the Ghost Zone. At 14 years old, one teenage boy dies in a portal to Hueco Mundo.

The fic series where Danny Fenton is the freak accident to Kurosaki Ichigo's lab experiment, who's been living under the radar in Soul Society. At least until the Plot(TM) kicks off. Crossover Fusion with Bleach, that starts pre-Bleach Canon.

Ghouls and Gangs 2024 AO3 Link

In Death's Sweet Embrace: a Dead on Main, Hades and Persphone AU featuring non-traditional takes on A/B/O and the Sentinel&Guide AU

EctoImplosion 2024 AO3 Link

Forget-me-nots: Post-AGIT, Vlad has the niggling suspicion that he's forgotten something. Dan dismisses his concerns.

"If you forgot, I doubt it was something important." "Yeah, you're probably right," Vlad agrees.

Vlad only remembers what he forgot when Dani forcibly reminds him of her existence by crashing through his rooftop and into his and Dante's breakfast.

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[lunetaj]

A funeral was planned for Skip shortly after the tragic event...

The whole family attended the funeral, as well as the whole town.

No one could believe that something so horrible had happened.

In addition, Brandi is now alone to raise her children.

(2015)

[cabinofimagines]

So it begins (Halloweek 2023)

A/N: I'll be expecting lots of comments and likes on this or we won't post the rest you've been warned -Danny Words: 1,167 Warnings: This ofc follows our Halloweek timeline therefore everyone is of age but it's all platonic dw

next >

Apollo is worried.

Meg asked him to deliver the invites for this year's Halloween party to all of their friends, and he thought it would take two, maybe five seconds to visit everyone. He was wrong.

Now that he's a god again, he's able to visit everyone at the same time, but since we don't have the power to read all of the interactions at once, let's start with the ones at Camp Jupiter.

Apollo—dressed as Lester—knocked on Hazel's front door and waited. Now, time's a bit funky when you're a god, so he could be wrong, but he kind of felt like it took way too long for Hazel to show up and open up.

When she did, she looked like she'd spent the whole month hybernating.

"Lester," her expression changed right away, and she tried to reach for her sword except she didn't have it at the moment. "What is it? What happened?"

"Greetings, Praetor!" Lester smiled, handing her a bright orange envelope. "You are cordially invited to Meg's Halloween party! Costumes required, drinks are optional."

Hazel blinked, her mouth forming a silent "O" when he explained the reason of his visit.

"Anyway, the invite's for you and Frank, obviously, we're not wasting paper if you guys are coming together anyway," Lester paused and studied her looks. "You okay?"

"Y-Yeah!" She fixed her posture. "Sorry, I was taking a nap so..."

"Got it, got it," Lester grinned. "Well, see you at the party!"

Hazel tried not to look as freaked out as she felt, she nodded and smiled. "Sure! See ya!"

Next up was Jason. He opened right away, but he looked just as tired as Hazel. When he saw Lester at the doorway he frowned.

"This is the worst kind of deja vu," he muttered.

"Good to see you too!" Lester replied happily, though he was starting to sense that something wasn't quite right with his friends. He handed Jason the envelope. "Party at Meg's, costumes, food, you know the drill."

Jason took the invitation and stared at it for a little too long, Lester cleared his throat to get his attention.

"Have we misspelled Jason, or...?"

The boy shook his head and tried for a smile, but he was a terrible liar. "No it's fine, I was er... just thinking about some stuff I gotta do before I leave for the party."

"Busy man, aren't you, little brother?" Lester patted his shoulder proudly.

"Please don't ever call me that."

"I'll think about it," He winked at him.

Since Grover offered to take the invite to Percy and Annabeth the last time he'd visited Meg, Lester's next visit was to Piper.

This time he made sure not to show up at an inconvenient time, which meant he showed up when she was just coming back from her last class of the day.

Piper was so done with everything that she didn't even panic when she spotted Lester on her bed. She nudge him to the side and fell face-first on the mattress.

"What?" She asked against her pillow.

Lester looked at her with worry. "Am I missing something? All of you look really tired, is there a new war going on?"

"Yeah, it's called midterms," Piper groaned. "Why are you visiting us?"

Lester placed her invitation on the pillow. "Halloween is this weekend."

The girl lifted herself up abruptly and seized the envelope. "Crap," she stated.

Lester started to feel anxious. Had everyone forgotten? They weren't thinking about ditching Meg's party, right? That would suck.

"I take that none of you remembered?"

Piper's face was easy to read. "No, no! Don't worry, I'll be there."

Lester didn't want to pressure anyone, but he also didn't want Meg to get hurt. "Well, if you need any help you can call anytime."

Piper smiled and placed the invitation on her nightstand. "Thanks, man."

"Yeah," he got up to leave. "Take your nap."

Leo was the only one so far that looked the same as always. He was fixing a bike on the rooftop of the waystation, and when Lester showed up, he seemed happy to see him.

"Hey, man!" The young man got up and grabbed a dirty cloth to sort of clean up before shaking Lester's hand. "What's up?"

"Halloween party at Meg's," Lester handed him his invite.

"Oh, right!" Leo seized the envelope and read it briefly. "Cool, yeah," he looked up and smiled. "You guys need help with the decorations or something?"

"Nah, the dryads and satyrs took over," Lester said.

Leo raised a brow. "Really? And they did a good job?"

"Hey, don't use that haughty tone, they are experts at parties!"

"Alright, fine!" Leo raised his hands in surrender. "Well, yeah I'll be there. You told everyone else yet?"

"Yeah, I'm on it," Lester tilted his head, paying attention to the other interactions. "They don't seem excited this year."

Leo grinned knowingly. Truth be told, he was freaking out a little as well, but he was good at hiding that sort of stuff. Time had gone by way too fast this year, he hadn't even realized it was October.

"We're all adults now, man, stuff get in the way, but we'll be there no matter what."

"Yeah," Lester sighed, humans had the bad habit of aging too quickly.

Nico and Y/N were a whole other story. They were together on the rec room, and when Lester showed up Nico welcomed him with a crooked smile.

"About time! We were starting to wonder if Meg had forgotten."

Lester pulled out the two orange invitations and smiled. "Never!"

"Nice!" Y/N examined the piece of paper with excitement. "Can't wait! It took Cal like a whole week to finish my costume, it's gonna be amazing."

"Meg said she was cool with me summoning a few ghosts to act as waiters for her party," Nico grinned, pushing the letter on his pocket. "It's going to be awesome."

"Are you taking the cocoa puffs with you?" Y/N asked with curiosity.

"Of course," Nico snorted. "Already have their costumes planned out."

"Aww, that's cute," Lester beamed. "I'm glad you two didn't forget, everyone else seems... sort of dead."

Y/N frowned. "What do you mean?"

Lester shrugged. "Doesn't look like they're feeling it this year, Piper mentioned some midterms, whatever that means..."

Nico and Y/N shared a look, but whatever they were thinking, they didn't mention it to Lester.

"You probably caught them in a bad moment," Nico brushed it off.

"Yeah, we'll be having our monthly meeting tomorrow, I'm sure everyone will want to talk about how excited they are about the party."

Lester cheered up at this. "Yeah, that's probably it! Well, see you guys this weekend!"

"Bye, Lester!"

"See you."

The god vanished and left the two demigods alone. Y/N looked at Nico and scowled.

"They definitely forgot."

"Definitely," Nico smirked and fell back on the couch, eating a fistful of popcorn. "Can't wait for tomorrow's meeting."

[radiance1]

So, Ghost Prince Danny. Except that he also, ALSO, is Damian's younger twin brother who was sent to keep an eye on the Fentons because of their discovery of a substance that looked like Lazarus Water yet isn't Lazarus water.

In truth, it was really just Talia's way of getting Danny out of the way because he lost against Damian in the battle of heirs (No Danny did not hold back, Damian was just better than him) and she didn't want him dead so that was the next best thing.

Danny does pop up in the League at odd times, mostly to report about the research done by the Fentons. When he became half dead he's around a lot more, mostly to be monitored for his unique condition (somehow someway they don't know about Vlad) and because Danny can just come and go as he pleases cause ghost powers.

So, Danny gives Damian a flute that he handcrafted himself as a birthday present because really, what can he buy that Damian himself couldn't? Also, because he didn't actually want to spend money on his older brother.

They're brothers, but they don't have the most cordial relationship. They don't hate each other, but they don't like each other either.

So, Damian takes this flute and is like: "Fuck you gimmie this for I don't need this shit."

And then Danny is like: "Just take the gift you stupid ahh fruitloop."

So, Damian takes it while berating that Danny would give him something as stupid as this, but then does a full one 180 by keeping the thing on his person at all times.

Not that Danny knows that, really.

So, cut forth to Damian being known by Batman and taken in. Trying to kill Tim and being an overall little shit, I can see one of the Batfam coming across this flute just, randomly really, and then Damian is fucking pissed that they dared to touch it and then takes it back.

Leaving basically everyone stumped over the significance this random ahh wooden flute has but decides not to touch that landmine.

So then the Batfam don't know that Damian has a half sibling (Danny came from Jack and Talia, so he isn't blood related to Bruce but is to Damian) running around out there and Damian isn't gonna say anything and you already know Talia isn't since Danny AIN'T his kid.

Plus, he got a job to do that being with Bruce Wayne would make harder.

So then Damian becomes robin an allat, then the entire Batfam pull up to the Justice League for some big threat and then both Constantine and Zatanna are like: Yo why do you kid carry round an item drenched heavily in death energy to the extreme

Batman is obviously like: Excuse me?

Damian, meanwhile, just does not give a fuck about the flute given to him by his half-brother on his birthday is apparently drenched in death energy to the extreme because that is his and he isn't going to just give it up.

So then one way or another Damian ends up playing it, maybe he was told to play it by both Batman and Constantine just to make sure it isn't actually anything dangerous or whatever and also because Damian wouldn't let anyone else hold it, let alone play it.

Which Damian smirks at because he's played it before and literally nothing happened aside from very good music, but Damian hasn't played it since he came to the Wayne household and has missed it. So he reminisces over how he got it, thinking of his half-brother and their relationship.

He plays it, but this time, since he genuinely thought about Danny death energy just condenses in waves. Damian couldn't see it since he was too focused on playing and reminiscing, everyone isn't really that calm and tries to get him to stop but the death energy blocks them.

Then a summoning circle appears in front of Damian and Constantine recognizes it as being from the Infinite Realms category and it seemed to be a high-level summon circle too so he's like: Well fuck.

Then, contrary to their expectations of some eldritch abomination, it's just Danny. Who, fun fact, was in the middle of his coronation as prince and such, dripped out in royal wear.

Safe to say, Constatine goes: Well double fuck.

The tension is just broken, as all Danny does is cry. Like, genuinely, he just cries because Damian still kept his flute that he made, he genuinely thought the guy just threw it away since he hated it so much.

Danny: Ancients, my big brother actually liked what I made this is making me emotional.

Damian: Why the hell are you crying this thing is still trash btw.

Danny: Yea whatever you say big bro, you love it.

Batman: What do you mean big brother?

Danny: Who in the hell is that-

Damian: Right, I never told him about you.

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His Danny and he have been so, so careful around each other these past weeks. Not cold, or angry, spiteful or mean, merely treading lightly around something fragile and tender as a sapling come up before the last blast of winter. 

i was wondering what this meant? obviously they were communicating with each other and talking and during this time, but i suppose neither of them brought up the elephant in the room until the anniversary. did they sleep together at all during this period or just act like cordial roommates? i suppose it was an uncomfortable set of weeks for the entire family. did either of them try and broach the subject?

Since they had already talked directly after Terry's cheating was revealed, no, they didn't discuss it until the anniversary night your quote is from. And how it looked exactly... you know how you treat somebody who has been through something horrible carefully? You think about how what you say and do might affect them? You try to minimise stress in any way you can? Your touch is soft, your tone is measured, you cut them more slack than you would otherwise? Daniel does not want a repeat of their Sicily trip, so he is very carefully signalling that yes, Terry, we are on speaking terms for now, but don't push me. Yes, they made love; in a way you might make love to someone injured. The pups are much more openly signalling their shock, as much as you can when Terry Silver is your Daddy - so as much as he'll allow you to get away with. Daniel was simply weary, and heartsick, and wanted to figure out what, if anything, to do. He was simply too mentally exhausted by this news for yet another drawn out conflict about the state of his marriage.

[gretavangroupie]

Struck (Chapter 3)

Word count: 12.3k+

Pairing: Daniel Wagner x Female Reader

Warnings: 18+ as always, language, drinking, smut, fluff.

Struck Playlist

A/N: Special shoutout to my beta, my co-writer, and my dear friend @gvfjess none of this would be what it is without her touch.

DANNY POV

Bzz. Bzz.

Your eyes open slightly at the sound of your phone vibrating on the nightstand next to you. You are completely wrapped around her. You’re not sure if either of you moved after finally falling asleep last night. The smell of her honey scented shampoo mixed with the slight smoky smell from the bar last night, sends a warm feeling through your chest. You rub your fingers against the sliver of skin underneath them, somewhere along her waist. 

She is so soft. God I want her.

Bzz. Bzz. it buzzes again.

Okay, damn.

You very carefully pull your arm from underneath hers trying not to wake her, as you roll over and grab your phone. 

A shockwave of reality passes through you as you see Josh’s name on the screen. 

Josh: What does your day look like?

Josh: I had an idea, want to see if you can put it into a track. Let me know.

You: Yeah, I can meet up with you later. I’ll call you.

Your mind is suddenly flooded with guilt as you lay next to the very girl you told him you would be forgetting about. But you couldn’t. You just couldn’t leave her alone and now she is in your bed. Right next to you, cuddled up on a pillow like a fucking angel.

You look over at her, in your t-shirt and the guilt washes over you in another wave.

What am I doing? Why is she here with you? 

Fuck… I took it too far. 

You slide out of the bed, taking a final glance over to her sleeping figure, knowing that this is as far as you can ever let this go.

You grab a change of clothes from your bag and pad off to the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You take a quick shower, hoping maybe the scalding water will rinse the guilt away, but it doesn't. You feel bad for letting it get this far. You feel bad for kissing her and sleeping with her, and you feel bad that even after knowing you shouldn’t; that you can't, you still want her and you want to do all of those things again and again. 

Stepping out, you brush your teeth and get dressed, trying to figure out how you are going to approach the situation when she wakes up.

Just be cool, be cordial, and let her leave. You didn’t do anything wrong. You just let her stay. You couldn’t let her drive home after all.

You may have cuddled with her but… that’s all. 

You open the door to return to the room and you see that she is stirring around. She’s awake.

You stay by the door, to maintain some distance between the two of you. The opposite of what your body is telling you to do. You want to go to her, push the hair out of her face, ask her how she feels…just… take care of her. But you know you can’t, so you have to do the exact opposite.

“Morning. How are you feeling?” you ask. A genuine question considering how the night played out.

“I’ve seen better days.” she giggles. “Thank you for leaving me the meds and water, I needed that.” 

Of course…

You look slightly past her knowing that if you look into her eyes you will be right back where you were last night in that bar, putty in her soft delicate hands. You give her a half-hearted smile and nod in agreement.

You can see her face drop a little bit as she realizes that you have pulled back from her a bit, and you hate it.

It has to be like this. Please don’t look at me like that…

You stare at the floor for a few seconds before she breaks the silence. 

“Hey, I’m sorry about last night. I know you didn’t sign up to take care of me, and I feel horrible for overdoing it. I’ll get my things and get out of your way, I’m sure you have a lot going on.” she says quickly. “Do you mind turning around so I can get dressed?” 

You hear the words coming out of her mouth, but all you can focus on is the look of rejection painted across her face.

I wish I could tell her how badly I want her. I wish she could understand the position I’m in.

“Oh, uh yeah. No problem.” you reply shyly, turning back to the bathroom to let her change clothes and letting out a nervous sigh.

You can hear her shuffling around frantically in the room, and all you want to do is tell her. Just tell her why you’re acting this way. 

“Okay, all good. Thanks for letting me stay last night, and I am so sorry for how the night ended. It's definitely not what I intended...” she says looking dejected. She has her hand on the door handle and you know this is it.

I would do last night a million times over…

“No worries, I’m glad I could help.” your eyes meet hers and you offer her a weak smile. “I’ll see you at the show in a few weeks then?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there... Bye, Danny.” she says quietly with a soft smile. She turns her back to you and rushes out the door, slamming shut behind her.

Just like that, you let her go.

You run your hand over your face and sigh, sitting on the edge of the bed, you shared with her just moments ago.

You stand, and begin to collect all of your things, putting them back into your bag. You approach the side of the bed and see your t-shirt laying on the pillow, twisting the knife deeper. 

Thoughts of last night come rushing into your head and you allow your mind to wander for just a minute longer.

“Do you want to see a trick?”

“The cherry is the best part…” 

Fuck, it definitely is the best part….

Shaking your head, you push the thought of her lips on yours back to the back of your mind. You shove the t-shirt into the bag and zip it closed, throwing it over your shoulder and heading out the door. 

Throwing the bag into the back of your car, you put on a playlist and make the hour or so drive back home.

As you enter the freeway, ‘What Ever Happened’ starts to play, making you shudder.

Oh come on…

 You hit the button to the next song, and sure enough Fleet Foxes is the artist. 

“Fuck it, no music.” you say closing the app.

You hit the phone icon and select Josh’s contact, hearing the tone ring out.

“Daniel, what’s up?” he asks.

“We have two weeks away from each other and you want to see me after a day? If you miss me just say that.” you laugh.

“It’s not up to me when inspiration strikes! Where are you at?” he asks.

“I was a little later getting out of Detroit than I planned, but I’ll be back in about 40 minutes now.” you reply.

“Oh, how was that show?” he asks. 

“Great show, it was a good night.” you reply, trying to leave it at that, but you know Josh likes to pry.

“Oh yeah, meet anyone?” he asks.

Fucker, drop it.

“Yep, I met some fans, took a few pictures. You know, the usual.” you reply.

“Huh… alright well you want to stop by here or…” he asks.

Thank god.

“Yeah, let me swing by the house and grab my case and I’ll be over shortly.” you answer. 

“Sounds good,” he says, ending the call.

As you pull into the driveway of your house you put the car in park, but leave it running. You run inside grabbing your guitar and notebook before getting back into your car.

The whole 10 minute drive to his house you are anxious. Anxious that you’ll slip up and talk about her or what happened last night. Anxious that he will even ask about it again.  Anxious that she will text you. Anxious if she doesn’t text you.

You walk up to the front door and open it, of course it's unlocked.

“Josh?” you yell for him.

“Down here!” he yells from the basement.

You walk down the steps and see him sitting in the recliner looking at his phone, but standing up when he sees you.

“You ready?” he asks, and you nod your head.

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Six hours later you are stepping out of his front door, more ready than ever to get home and  sleep in your own bed. Your mind has been plagued all day by this girl, hardly able to focus on anything else. You thought maybe you would hear from her but you haven’t. You weren’t exactly friendly this morning, so you aren’t shocked.  Thankfully Josh didn’t bring up the show last night. You seem to be in the clear.

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.

Stripping your clothes off you slide into your bed and a sigh of relief rolls out of your chest. You plug in your phone and lay there as your mind is replaying the last 24 hours. Trying your hardest to not think about how she felt against your fingers this morning, you drift off quickly.

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A week and a half passes since you’ve seen her, or even spoken to her. You’re not sure how much longer you’ll be able to push her to the back of your mind. You have tried everything to clear your mind and today you find yourself on the golf course, which of course, is reminding you of her and how badly you wish she was here, playing too.

You swing your driver connecting perfectly with the ball, sending it soaring through the air and landing on the fairway. 

“Couldn’t ask for a more beautiful day.” you say turning to Brian. You like to get out and play with him every chance you get when you’re home for a few weeks. Afterall, he taught you everything you know. 

“It is a beautiful day, isn't it?” he says, patting you on the back.

As he tees up you pull out your phone and record a video of his swing cutting it off as his ball flies into the rough.. As you both get into the golf cart to head over you quickly post the video to your Instagram story, shoving your phone back into your pocket.

An hour or two and a few drinks later, you are wrapped up on the course and decompressing in the clubhouse. Your phone vibrates in your pocket and you see you have new Instagram notifications.

Your heart leaps in your chest as you see a name you recognize all too well. This is the first contact between the two of you since that night. She has replied to your story, and you can’t help the smile creeping across your face.

Her: Out of bounds, tsk tsk. Penalty stroke applied. ;)

Damn her and her golf knowledge.

Her golf talk has sent a signal straight to your groin and you groan inwardly. Ignoring her is physically painful now. You quickly close out of the message as the bartender slides you your check. You sign your name on the line and tell Brian you will see him next time. You wish you could get back here more, you miss your golfing days and now they are few and far between. 

As you walk to your car you debate with yourself on if you should reply to her message. You know what you should do, and you know what you want to do, and they are not the same things. Hearing Josh’s voice echo in your head about the repercussions, blah blah blah, you shove your phone back in your pocket, deciding to ignore the message. Only another week until the show, and you know she will be there. You are praying that she will be on the barricade, just so you can stare at her all night. 

The rest of your day is spent opening and closing that message twenty times, and looking at her instagram page being extremely careful not to like any of her photos on accident. 

You decide to call it a night and go to bed early, tired from being in the sun all day. Sliding into your cold sheets the only thing on your mind is how warm her body was against yours that morning, and how all you wanted to was to wrap her in your arms and explore every inch of her.

When your alarm wakes you the next morning you feel refreshed. You roll over grabbing your phone from the charger and clicking through your notifications. As usual your instagram is bursting at the seams, but something catches your eye. You see that she has a story posted to her page. Your finger hovers over the glowing pink circle, hesitating for a moment before finally pressing it. What you see is not what you expected. Although you're not really sure what you expected.

What you see is a photo of her and a few girls that must be her friends. They seem to be at a bar since they all have drinks in their hands. What grabs your attention most though is her smile. She seems so happy. It reminds you of the video you have of her on your phone from the day you met. She looks so beautiful, naturally pretty. Her eyes show that she had clearly been drinking for a bit. You remember those eyes. You saw them for yourself.

Clicking onto the next slide in her story your heart drops into your stomach. She's with a guy, and they are sitting comfortably in a booth together. Her arms are wrapped around his neck and his around her waist. She is leaning into him and has a different look in her eye. A look you want her to give you, not him.

What the fuck? Who is this guy?

Angrily you swipe hoping for more photos but that’s it. You quickly close out of Instagram and lay your phone on your chest. You bite the inside of your cheek as you try to process what could have been happening in that picture.

Maybe he is just a friend. Maybe it was just an innocent picture…

But then you realize. You only care about that photo because you care about her. You like her. You don’t want her to be with someone else. She should be with you, not him. 

You have tried to ignore it. You really have, but something just keeps drawing you back to her. Throwing caution to the wind you scroll to your contacts and search for her name, forgetting that you drunkenly changed it in your phone the other night. You find it and hover over the button for a second, giving yourself one last chance to do the right thing.

Fuck it. Fuck the consequences. 

You: Hey

You hit send and nervously wait to see if she replies. You kick yourself for not replying to her yesterday. Maybe if you had, last night would have never happened. Or maybe it would have, and you’d still be here nervously texting her, hoping she hasn't written you off completely. A minute or two later your phone buzzes. Relief crosses your body.

Cherry 🍒: Hi

Ah, fuck, just hi…. At least she answered. 

What do you even say? 

Hey, sorry I have been purposefully ignoring you for the last, almost two weeks, but I saw you with another guy and I'm pissed because it should be me?

Probably not.

You: How are you?

Cherry 🍒: Nursing a hangover, how are you?

You: I’m good. I thought maybe you would text me when you made it home the other day…

Cherry 🍒: I don’t know, things were feeling a little tense when I left. You made it pretty clear you didn’t really want me around and you haven’t reached out to me either, Danny. 

Fuck…I need to fix this, fast.

You: I promise you that is the opposite of what I want.

Cherry 🍒: Could have fooled me.

You: I’m sorry, I’d like to explain.  Would you maybe want to meet me for coffee?

Cherry 🍒: I can probably do that.

You: I can come to you. It would take me about an hour to get there, but you tell me when. 

Cherry 🍒: 2 o’clock? Meet me at Comet Coffee downtown.

You: See you soon.

Okay, so she's going to meet you. But what are you going to say? 

Sorry that I froze you out because my bandmate told me I had to? Sorry that I was a jerk and ignored you because I thought I was doing the right thing?

I have to tell her the truth. All of it.

HER POV

He wants to see you. 

Today. 

In like four hours…

Fuck I should not have drank last night… 

You felt like you were barely recovered from your martini outing in Detroit, but when Ash texted you and asked you to go out with her and her friends you couldn’t say no. You were smart this time though, no martinis. You peel yourself out of your bed, and trudge to the bathroom to find the Advil. You pop two into your mouth and turn on the shower. You discard your pajamas while you wait for the water to get hot. You begin to run through outfit choices in your head, knowing that you want to look cute but not like you’re trying too hard. He has been ignoring you, after all. 

But maybe he was just busy…

No… he was out playing golf yesterday.

He was short and withdrawn that morning. He made it clear how he felt. His back and forth is giving you whiplash.

You step into the spray washing off the remnants of the club last night, praying the Advil kicks in any second. You wash your hair and shave and scrub the makeup off your face before stepping out. You wrap yourself in the fluffy green towel and brush through your hair. You do a generous skin care routine and retreat back to your bedroom to scroll through social media for a bit. 

You see that you have a few replies to your story but when you see Danny’s name as a viewer it catches your attention. 

Ahh…. so he saw these…

You silently pat yourself on the back, knowing that the photo of you with Mitchell is what more than likely set him off to text you this morning. 

He must be a little jealous… 

But what he doesn't know is that you and Mitchell have been friends since 4th grade, and that he is very openly gay. 

He doesn't have to know that part. 

Tossing your phone on the bed you stand up and go through your closet. You select a dark purple tank top and a pair of black distressed jeans. You add a pair of trendy Nikes and head to the bathroom to work on your hair.

An hour later your hair and a light dusting of makeup is done, and thankfully the Advil has kicked in. You make yourself one cup of coffee before you go, to kickstart the caffeine process. 

You feel the nerves building in your chest as the clock ticks closer to time to go. 

You kissed him, and he kissed you back. He wanted you too. So why did he ice you out?

You are anxious to hear what he has to say, and you are eager to apologize again for how stupidly drunk you got. He texts you that he is 15 minutes away and you take that as your cue to leave. 

You listen to your favorite playlist on the way to calm your nerves. You pull into an empty parking spot and shut off the car. You step out, and lock your car making your way to the front door. As you step inside you quickly scan the small cafe to see if you spot him, but he isn't here yet. You walk up to the counter and order a Vanilla Latte, waiting at a side counter for them to call your name.

A few minutes later you hear your name called and you grab the warm mug in your hands, looking around for a small table. You decide to sit near the large window up front so he can easily find you, and right on cue you see him walking through the door. 

He has on a pair of dark wash jeans and a Paul McCartney t-shirt that is clearly one of his favorites by the wear around the collar. His curly hair sits perfectly around his face. He looks around the cafe, spotting you and letting a smile spread across his face. 

He immediately walks over to you and you stand up to greet him.

“Hey, beautiful” he says with a friendly hug and kiss on the cheek.

Your cheeks blush at the contact and your stomach swirls with butterflies. 

“Hi” ,you respond nervously.

“I’m going to go grab a coffee and I will be right back.” he says, stepping over to the counter. 

Okay, get it together…

You watch him as he talks to the girl at the counter, smiling and being so polite. This is the Danny you remember. You aren’t sure what was bothering him that morning, but you’re pretty sure you’re about to find out.

A minute or two later he is walking back over to your table, setting his coffee down and sitting across from you.

“Feeling any better?” he asks.

You smile, “Yes, Advil really is a miracle worker.” you laugh.

“Absolutely, I never leave home without it.” he replies.

A small silence falls over the table and he looks up at you. You can see he is trying to find the words to say, but battling within himself. So you decide to break the silence.

“Thank you for letting me stay with you that night. You totally didn’t have to, but you did…and took care of me when I was feeling sick, which I am still so embarrassed about,  so… thank you.” you say, giving him a soft smile.

His hand shoots across the table and lands on top of yours. “I wanted you to stay. I wanted to take care of you. Don’t apologize and don’t be embarrassed. I am so glad that I got to spend that time with you. I had fun that night.” he says with a smile.

“Really? I was convinced you were just taking pity on me, and by the morning you had had enough.” you say.

“Not at all. I was just in my head... That’s what I want to talk to you about.” he says.

You can feel a bit of nerves swirling in your chest, unsure of what he is going to say.

“I’m sorry that I came off the way I did that morning. The truth is, the day after we met, Josh confronted me about you. He saw my face light up as I was reading our messages and I couldn’t deny that I was interested in you. How could I not be? He shut it down right away, he is worried about the band and the repercussions that could happen when a fan is involved. We are just starting to really get traction in the industry and our image is really important. It’s not personal, he is just trying to protect our future and he is adamant about not having any sort of a relationship with a fan.” He looks sad and you’re sure this is the part where he tells you that the two of you need to cut ties.

You swallow harshly, “I understand.” your voice is weak and you’re struggling to make eye contact with him. Your chest is tight as you wait for him to confirm what you are thinking, that you won’t be hearing from him again after this.

He reaches his hand out and tilts your chin up with his finger so your eyes connect. The feeling of his fingers on your skin locking in your gaze.

“That morning… I realized just how far I had taken things the night before and I was… worried about what would happen if someone found out. You know, Josh might be right about the risk, this could end up biting me in the ass. But…I don’t care.” he flashes you a soft hopeful smile.

What?

“You haven’t left my mind since that day at the festival. I don’t know what it is, but I feel magnetized towards you. That night in Detroit… solidified it. We have so much in common, and you’re so beautiful. I want to get to know you more. I really like you, cherry.” he moves his hand to hold yours over the table.

Cherry…. He didn’t forget.

Your heart flutters at his words, but you will be damned if you cause a rift in the band that you care so much about.

“What about Josh? I don’t want to cause any issues for you or the guys…. Even if I am very, very attracted to you.” you add with a playful smirk.

“Let me worry about Josh. I will figure out a plan, but it might take some time. I want to talk to you, take you out, spend time with you… but for now, we are going to have to be careful about it. Who knows… sneaking around could be kind of fun?” he laughs and shoots you a wink.

“I’m pretty good at keeping secrets…” you say playfully.

He glides his fingertips across the top of your hand and it sends goosebumps up your arm, before pulling his hand away and picking up his coffee, sipping it while making direct eye contact with you.

“For the record, Brian’s shot was out of bounds, and he did take the penalty stroke.” he smirks.

“I told you Wagner, I am no amateur. I know an out of bounds shot when I see one.” you say throwing back the rest of your latte shooting him a soft smirk.

“So it seems.” he smiles.

“Thanks for driving all the way here, I know it's kind of a lengthy drive just for coffee…” you say.

“I spend hours and hours on the road these days. One hour is nothing, especially for you.” he smiles.

You don’t want this to end. You want to keep talking to him, get to know him more.

“Well… would you want to… come over? I don't know what your plans are today but…we could just hang out…” you ask nervously.

His smile lights up his face. “My only plans are spending the day with you.”

“Okay, can you follow me to my apartment?” you ask.

“Sounds perfect.” he smiles.

You both stand and make your way outside. He walks you to your car and you open the door.

“Oh! I have your hoodie!” you exclaim kneeling into the seat, leaning over the center console trying to grab it from the backseat. You can feel his eyes on you and you smirk.

“No, no, no. You keep it. I told you, I want you to keep it. Want to think about you wearing it.” he says, resting his arm on your open car door.

You stand back up and turn to face him, “Are you sure Danny?” you ask.

He brushes a strand of hair out of your face tucking it behind your ear, “Positive, cherry.” he says in a sultry tone.

You about melt into a puddle, right there in the Comet Coffee parking lot.

“Okay…” you say nervously, biting your lip.

His gaze is fixed upon your lips and your tongue darts out to wet them. You think you see a flicker in his eyes but he quickly looks up to meet your eyes and breaks the tension.

“Okay, I will follow you. Lead the way.” he says walking to his car.

You shut the door and turn on your car, sitting for a moment trying to collect your thoughts.

Your heart is beating rapidly in your chest. The sexual tension between the two of you has not dissipated at all. 

You make the quick drive to your apartment and park your car. He pulls in next to you and you take a deep breath, silently thanking yourself for cleaning up your apartment yesterday.

You lead him up the stairs to your front door and you unlock it, letting him walk in first. He walks into your living room and you shut the door behind yourself, nervous to hear what he will say. 

“Cute, it's very you.” he says smiling at you.

“You think?” you ask.

“Yeah, it's bright and fun and happy. Like you.” he says.

Your cheeks blush at the compliment. “Thanks….I’m gonna change if you don't mind? I will be right back.”

You saunter off to your bedroom, and grab a pair of comfy shorts and an old band t-shirt, quickly changing before stepping back out into the living room nervously.

“God, you are so cute…” he says, flipping through a book on your kitchen counter. He closes it and places his hands flat on the counter.

“I know you said you were still feeling a little hungover, and I happen to know that watching movies helps with the recovery process,” he says.

“Oh yeah, is that so? If you want to watch a movie with me, you can just ask.” you reply playfully.

“Might even gather up enough courage to hold your hand half way through.” he smiles, wiggling his eyebrows.

“Oh I see, well I will make sure that my hand is perfectly placed right between us so that you can grab it when you’re ready.” you both laugh.

You lead him over to the couch and sit. He sits on the far left next to the arm, and you sit in the middle, next to him. You grab the remote off the coffee table and hand it to him.

“Your idea, you get to pick.” you say.

“Hmmm…. Okay, let's have a look.” he says, scrolling through the hundreds of options. 

“Oh, I know….” he says, typing into the search bar with a devilish grin.

“When Harry Met Sally?!” you say surprised.

“It’s a classic!” he cries out.

You quickly stand up, turning off the lights and drawing your curtains shut, effectively darkening the room. Danny takes his shoes off and crosses his feet on top of the coffee table. You smile, at how he feels so comfortable with you and how the simple act of him taking off his shoes and relaxing on your couch makes your heart flutter. 

As you go to sit back on the couch he opens his arm asking you to sit closer to him, and you can't help but to scoot right into him. He is so warm and soft you aren't sure how long you will make it, watching the movie. 

Hit hits play and you feel his body relax. His hand cups around your shoulder, rubbing small circles with his finger tips. 

A few minutes into the movie he speaks.

“I’m sorry you thought I didn’t want you. I hope you know how much I really do.” he whispers into your hair. 

“I want you too...” You say into his chest, as scenes of lovers amongst autumn leaves fill the screen. You find yourself silently wondering what your situation will be with Danny when the leaves start to change in real life. 

Somewhere near the middle of the movie you feel your eyes growing heavy, as your head rests on Dannys shoulder. His left hand rests on your thigh, where he has been drawing patterns into the bare skin. 

“Cherry?” he whispers.

Your eyes pop open, “Yes?” you whisper back groggily.

“Are you falling asleep?” he asks.

“No…” you say, and he turns his head to smirk at you.

“Okay, maybe a little bit.” you giggle.

“Do you want me to go, so you can nap?” he asks.

No. Never.

“No. Don’t go. I’m awake now. Promise.” you reply.

His hand comes up to smooth the hair out of your face. 

“You’re so beautiful, no wonder you’re stuck in my head.” he whispers, looking at your hair falling over your shoulders.

Not being able to resist for a second longer you slide your hand over his face and press a soft, delicate kiss to his lips, before pulling away to look at him.

“If I kiss you back, I don’t know if I will be able to stop.” he says.

“I don’t want you to.” you reply, attaching your lips to his again. He pulls you on top of him and you straddle his legs wrapping your arms around his neck.

You can feel his hardened length pressing against you beneath his jeans and he groans at the contact. 

He groans into your mouth continuing to swirl his tongue with yours.

You are both instantly transported back to the other night, when your lips and tongues were tangled together right there in the middle of that bar. But this time there is no one around. It's just the two of you. You snake your hands into his mane of curls and deepen the kiss further, lifting up to reposition yourself on his lap. His hands reach out to rest on your hips, gliding you over him, pressing firmly on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You groan into his mouth as you pull back, biting his bottom lip, when you feel his phone vibrating in his pocket. You pull all the way back and look at him.

“Ignore it.” he says continuing to kiss you.

“No, Danny, get it…. I can wait.” you say devilishly licking your lips.

A sigh leaves his chest and he pulls it out of his pocket. Josh is calling.

“Shit.” he says, his eyes flicking to you. He places a finger over your lips as he answers the call.

“Hey, man.” he answers.

You part your lips and suck his finger into your mouth, gently swirling your tongue around his digit.

‘Fuck’ he mouths, his hips pressing upward into you.

“Hey, what's up?” he says. The volume is clearly very loud on Danny's phone, since you can hear every word being said. 

Rockstar ears…

“Oh, nothing much. What about you?” he says, shaking his head at you. You continue to suck his finger into your mouth, flattening your tongue against it.

He mouths the words ‘bad girl’ at you, letting his other fingers sweep across your cheek.

“Well I was just gonna run by your place for a second and let you look at these lyrics.” he says.

Panic flashes across his face. “Oh I’m not home...” he says.

“Well, we live 15 minutes from everywhere Daniel, I can wait.” he says.

‘Fuck’ silently leaves his mouth and you pull his finger from your mouth, placing a kiss on the tip, sliding off of his lap. His hand slides with you and rests on your shoulder, twirling the hairs at the base of your neck. You can tell he was not ready for this moment to end.

“Well I am right in the middle of something, but I will wrap it up and head that way. I will call you when I'm 15 out.” he says.

“Sounds good, man see you soon.” Josh says, ending the call.

A sigh leaves his chest.

“I swear it's like he has a sixth sense. He texted me that morning in the hotel room too. Can’t let me enjoy you for longer than five minutes at a time...” he jokes.

“That’s okay. I enjoy our five minute makeouts.” you giggle.

“God, I do not want to leave. But if I don't get on the road in the next five minutes he is going to start asking questions.” he says, shaking his head. 

“Go! I don’t want to get you in trouble. We can finish the movie another time.” you smirk.

“Yes, and we will. I have to recite Meg Ryan's monologue at the end, word for word and see if you still like me after.” he jokes, tying his shoes.

“Just knowing that you know it is enough for me.” you say leaning over kissing his cheek.

“Oh cherry... ” he says sighing, running his hand across the top of your thighs before standing up. He adjusts himself quickly as he stands and grabs his keys, phone and wallet from the coffee table. 

“I’ll text you?” he asks, walking to the door.

“Will you? You don’t have a good track record…” you say playfully.

“You’re trouble, cherry.” he says, smirking, opening the door. 

He quickly turns around taking you in his arms, pressing his lips firmly to yours, in a spine tingling kiss. 

“I like trouble.” he says, releasing you and stepping out of the door. “See you soon.”

Shutting the door behind you, you back yourself into it and sink down to the floor.

Somehow, some way you’re now sneaking around with Daniel Wagner, and you couldn’t be happier about it.

DANNY POV

How am I going to explain this to Josh?

Wait, why do I have to explain anything? I am a grown ass adult. I don’t have to tell him shit.

Your mind races almost as fast as your car on the freeway. You have sped home, in record time. You shoot Josh a quick text letting him know you’re 15 minutes out and he replies that he is on his way over. 

All you have to say is that you were out running an errand. Leave it at that.

As you pull into your driveway, he is already there, still waiting in his car. 

You step out and walk up to his window, knocking on it twice.

He shuts off his car and steps out, “So glad you could make it…” he says suspiciously.

“Wasn’t planning on doing anything today, so I went to run some errands.” you say, walking up to the door, unlocking it and letting yourself in. 

“Alright, anyways, let me show you these lyrics…” he says, pulling out his tattered notebook.

Thankfully he doesn’t pry, and he leaves after about an hour. As you sit on your couch flipping through channels, your mind wanders to her. You pull out your phone and send her a picture of your feet propped up on your coffee table, the same way they were on hers, the tv in the background showing a couple arguing.

You: *IMAGE*

You: Harry and Sally look different now…

Cherry 🍒: Lol, unsurprisingly I have not moved from the same spot. Although I am kinda missing your arms around me. Maybe we should have just taken a nap after all.

You: I promise I will turn on do not disturb next time.

Cherry 🍒: Next time… 

You: If you want there to be a next time…

Cherry 🍒: Of course I do, I didn’t want you to leave.

You: Neither did I. Really wanted to continue what we were doing…

Cherry 🍒: You and I both.

Cherry 🍒: Although we both know how it ends…

What?

You: What do you mean?

Cherry 🍒: Her and Harry fall in love after all…

Cherry 🍒: ;)

You: You really are trouble…

Cherry 🍒: You have no idea… yet. 

You: I intend to find out.

The following days are spent in anticipation of seeing each other at the show in a few days, exchanging funny texts and pictures back and forth and overall just enjoying talking to each other. You talk about meeting up after the show and getting drinks, and she jokes about not having martinis, but all you can think about is how cute she was when the alcohol got into her system and how pink her cheeks were, and how bubbly and fun she was, even after just one martini. You secretly hope she has 10, and somehow ends up back in your room again. 

 As the show date approaches though, you feel a bit of anxiety blooming in your chest at the possibility of Josh finding out that you two have been sneaking around. You’re not sure how he would find out, but even the slightest chance has you nervous. You talk to her about playing it cool, and she is totally on board and agrees. You make plans for after the show and you are counting the minutes until you get to see her beautiful face again.

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.

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“Danny, you good?” Sams asks. He has obviously noticed your leg bouncing up and down incessantly. 

“Yeah, I’m fine, just nervous for some reason.” you answer, slowing the repetitive motion of your leg. 

“Okay...” he says, walking away to join Jake on the couch with his cocktail.

But you know the reason. You know exactly why, and she is more than likely here in the building with you right now. You sink down into the club chair in the green room and pull your phone from your pocket, secretively sending her a text.

You: You here?

Cherry 🍒: Yep, I’m at the merch table. Won’t be too much longer…

You: Can’t wait to see you.

Cherry 🍒: This line needs to move quick if I am going to make it to the barricade.

You: Forget the merch, I’ll get you whatever you want. 

Cherry 🍒: I’ll be there, don’t worry. 

Cherry 🍒: I know you don’t need it, but good luck. 

You: My good luck is here. At the merch table. Meet me at WaxBar an hour after the show. See you after. ;)

You silence your phone and slide it into your backpack. You finish your drink and you can hear the openers starting and you all gather up together to take some photos. You make small talk and walk around backstage nervously. You know that once you get to the stage you will be fine, it’s just the added anxiety of knowing that she is in the crowd that is getting to you. Once you see her, you’ll feel better. 

Forty-five minutes later you hear them come over the walkies indicating you have two minutes until stage. You can hear the intro music playing and you throw back the last of your drink as you all begin to walk to the stage. As you step up and make your way to the kit you sit down and you can hear the crowd going wild. 

This is what it’s all for.

As Josh walks onto the stage they scream even louder. Jake plays the first note, as Josh makes his intro and the lights come on. Your eyes search the crowd but you don't see her.

Where is she? 

As you play through the first two songs, you get a small break as Josh talks. You search again and you see her, on the far right, close to Sam. You make eye contact and your heart flutters in your chest. Almost as if Sam spots her at the same time, he shoots a look over to you and you stare back at him. He nods his head down to the barricade and you shrug back playing dumb.

Your solo is coming up in a few minutes and you are determined to make it the best one you’ve ever played, so you do exactly that.

Catching her eyes throughout the first half of the set, gives you that extra boost of energy you need. But when Josh spots her in the crowd, he slowly turns to you and gives you a questioning look. You play it off and keep doing your thing, pretending to not know what he is on about. 

You have played a great show. All of you have. It’s been one of your best shows, but it's not surprising. The shows you play after having a break are usually better since you’re all well rested. As you work through the encore your mind is racing as you think about finally getting to see her. You have made plans to meet up, and talked about it for days, and now it's finally here. 

As you finally step off the platform you go to toss your sticks to the crowd, and you make special care to throw one her way. You don’t stick around to see if she got it, because the last thing you want to do is raise suspicion.

You walk down the little stairs on the side of the stage and you are all panting and trying to catch your breath. You’re all sweating and ready for a drink.

Walking down the hallway, you are met with crew and staff telling you how great the show was and how good you played tonight. You thank them all and rush into the green room to collect your change of clothes. 

“See any familiar faces out there tonight Daniel?” Josh asks.

“Yeah, I saw a few. How about you?” you ask.

“Yeah, you know one really caught my eye.” he says, peeling off his outfit. He is waiting for you to say that you saw her, but you won't. 

“Hmm, nice.” you reply, turning your back to him and grabbing your backpack.

“I’m gonna hit the shower.” you say, walking away from him. 

“We are going to get drinks in a little bit.” he says as you walk away.

You don’t answer, and keep walking out the door. You grab your phone out of your backpack once you enter the bathroom and see you have a text from her. 

Cherry 🍒: You think you could get me the drummers number? ;)

You: No, he’s taken.

You: I am taking a shower and changing and then I will be heading your way.

Cherry 🍒: Okay, I will only have one martini…

You: Uh oh…. 

You strip your clothes off and step into the shower, giving yourself a very quick rinse, making sure to slather yourself in your body wash, since she mentioned that she liked the way it smelled.

You step out and change into your normal clothes and fix your hair. You bring your show clothes back out to the wardrobe case and hang them on their designated hanger, when Jake spots you in the hallway.

“Hey man, we’re about to head out to the bar… we are loading up the van now,” he says.

“Oh yeah, where are you going?” you ask.

“I don't know, Sam mentioned some place called Sticks? You comin?” he asks.

“Uh, yeah I just have to… do one more thing before I go.” you say, and he nods his head and walks out the doors.

Shit. If you don't go, they will be suspicious. But if you do go, she will be just sitting there waiting for you…

As you walk past the green room you see Josh gathering his things and try not to make eye contact with him, but it doesn’t work.

“Daniel, you coming to Sticks?” he asks.

“I don’t know, I am kinda tired, thought I might just go back to the hotel and crash.” you say.

“It’s our first show for this leg, we have to go drink and celebrate. It’s the rules.” he says, placing his hand on your shoulder. “You’re coming.”

Shit. Just go and have one drink, then leave. You still have 30 minutes before you are supposed to meet her.

HER POV

Stepping out the doors of the venue you are greeted by a slight chill in the air. Fall is rapidly approaching. You walk to the corner to meet your uber and step in. Danny is supposed to be meeting you in about twenty minutes and you are glad you will get there before him to have a drink and calm your nerves. 

You walk into the bar and order yourself a martini, making a mental note that this will be your only one, and to switch to something else once he arrives. 

Although, last time you ended up in bed with him so maybe more than one isn’t such a bad idea…

You grab the drink from the bartender and go to sit at one of the little tables near the back to wait for him.  You watch the band set up and wonder what kind of music they will be playing. You check your phone and see that he should be here any minute. You quickly finish your drink and head to the bathroom to make sure you look ok. You fix your hair and reapply your lipstick. Once you feel sufficiently prettied up you make your way back to the table and wait. The band begins to play and you listen to a few songs. They are a good cover band, and you find yourself thinking about Danny and the guys starting off this same way. You look at the time and it's been 30 minutes since he was supposed to be here.

Where is he?

You shoot him a quick text.

You: Watching a cover band in the back…

You give him grace, because after all, he did just finish a show and you don't even know what the breakdown process is. For all you know he is still ‘working’.

You decide one more drink won't hurt, so you go up to the bar and order a vodka water, sticking to your decision of only one martini.

Your eyes wander to the door, hoping to see him walking in, but still you see no one.

You make your way back to your table in the back. An hour has passed since the last time you checked and he hasn’t shown up, or replied to your message. 

I think I am being stood up…

You finish your third drink and watch the band tear down their equipment. You sat through their entire set without a word from Danny. You will admit you are feeling pretty shitty. After talking all week about meeting up after the show, your heart was set on seeing him. So sitting here by yourself in this bar, just waiting to hear from him or see him walk in, you are feeling like you should have known better. 

Tossing the last of your drink back, you dig around in your purse for your wallet. You walk to the bar, and close out your tab before walking through the front door of the bar. You are feeling a little spacey, and you’re hoping the long walk back to your car will clear your head enough to be able to drive home. As you step out the door you dig around in your purse for your keys, walking away. 

Just as your fingers grasp them in the bottom of your bag you hear your name. Well sort of. 

“Cherry!” the voice calls.

He came.

You whip around to meet his gaze and he is jogging down the sidewalk to catch up to you. As he meets up with you he grabs you in his arms pulling you to him. 

“God, I am so sorry, fuck. I don't even know how long its been. I can’t believe I almost missed you.” he pants.

You pull away from him, cheeks flushed pink and still a little drunk.

“Where were you? I have been here for like two hours? I texted you…” you say.

“Right as I was leaving Josh pulled me aside, and basically forced me into going with them to some bar. I couldn’t say no. I had to go. They all saw you tonight. They would have known, you know? So I went, I had one drink, and I tried to leave. But Sam saw, and made me have another. I tried to text you but my phone was dead. I finally managed to get out of there and realized since my phone was still dead I couldn't call an Uber. I had to beg the van driver to bring me here and drop me off. I am so so so sorry. I cannot even tell you how sorry I am.” he says, his fingers twirling with yours. 

“I thought you were standing me up.” you say quietly.

“God, no. Why would I– I would never.” he says desperately and you nod your head in agreement.

He did tell you this whole thing could get crazy…

“Your cheeks are pink...” he says curiously.

“I had a few drinks while I waited.” you reply. 

“And you thought what…” he says grabbing your keys, “...that you were about to drive home?” 

He takes the keys and shoves them in his pocket. 

“Well, I didn’t know what else to do. I was just gonna go home and call it.” you reply.

“You’re not going home Cherry…” he says devilishly.

His hand grazes your warm cheeks. “I think I played the best I ever have, tonight. Seeing you out there.” 

You blush, further reddening your cheeks. “You did sound amazing, as usual.” you smile.

“I told you, my good luck was there.” he says, throwing his arm around your shoulder. You walk down the sidewalk, and enjoy every second of his warm arm being wrapped around you.

“Are you trying to get me back to your hotel room again Daniel Wagner, because I only had ONE martini this time…” you say playfully.

“Absolutely I am.” he grins down at you, pressing a kiss to your temple. 

You pull your phone out of your purse, and open Uber.

“What hotel?” you ask with a smirk.

He turns to you with a smile, “You definitely had more than one martini…” he says.

“Nope, only one martini but there were a few vodka waters mixed in…” you reply sassily.

“I can tell. You get brave when you drink.” he says, dropping his hand to your waist.

“So are you going to tell me the hotel, or are you walking me to my car?” you ask.

“Very eager tonight, Cherry…” he says.

“I’ve been waiting for weeks…” you say, suggestively.

He turns to you, studying your face. “The Saint John…” he says, sliding his hand under the hem of your shirt, sending you squirming beneath him.

“And you say I’m the eager one…” you say, typing in the destination on the Uber app.

“We have five minutes until they are here.” you say, showing him the screen.

“Can you think of anything we can do to pass the time?” he says playfully.

“I can think of a few things we have done in five minutes or less.” you whisper into his ear.

Pulling you into the alleyway next to the bar, his lips crash to yours and your hands are fisting into his hair. Your lips and tongues tangle together as his hands explore the bare skin of your waist under your shirt. He pulls away from your mouth, “I can promise you that tonight… it's going to be a lot longer than five minutes.” he says before connecting his lips back to yours.

You crane your neck upward as he sucks small kisses under your jaw. “I hope you’re right…” you breathe out.

“Oh baby, I promise.” he says, placing a kiss behind the soft part of your ear.

Your phone buzzes in your pocket, and indicates the Uber is arriving.

“Time to go…” you say pushing off of the brick wall. He grabs your hand in his, and lets you lead the way.

As you approach the car, he grabs the door letting you slide into the back seat before sliding in after you. 

The ride to the hotel is made in general silence, but the sexual tension is thick. You can hear your heart beating in your ears and you wonder if he can hear it too. The tops of his fingers graze your bare legs and sends a shiver through your body. 

Feeling especially bold you reach your hand over and place it directly on top of his growing bulge, grasping it in your hand. His head shoots back to the headrest and you hear the faintest whisper leave his lips.

You haven't seen it yet but you can tell it's larger than average. Releasing your grip, his hand shoots out and grabs yours placing it back as he pushes his hips forward into your hand. 

Oh he wants it, bad.

You pull up at the hotel, and you both climb out of the car. He leads you into the lobby and immediately to the elevator, pressing the button to shut the doors.

“You’re bad, Cherry.” he says, leaning against the elevator wall.

“You like it.” you reply, stepping closer to him. He grabs your hips and pulls you tightly against him.

“You feel that? I definitely like it.” he whispers against your lips.

You press your lips ever so lightly against his, “Show me.”

The doors spring open and he is pulling you out of the elevator, fumbling with his wallet to find his key card. 

As he presses it to the door, he throws it open and you both step in. 

He turns on the lights and throws his things onto the dresser, kicking off his shoes and socks.

You set your purse on the dresser next to his things and take off your shoes. 

“You know, last time I had to take your shoes off for you…” he jokes.

“Yeah, I decided that this time I’d like to be coherent when I’m with you in bed.” you reply.

You walk over to him, sitting on the edge of the bed and kneel to straddle his lap.

“Let’s see, where were we…” you say playfully, calling back to your interrupted makeout a week ago.

He places his hands on your hips, pulling you down onto him, pressing a kiss to your throat, “Somewhere like… here.” 

You can feel him bulge pressing against your core and you slowly rock back and forth against him, “Hmm yeah I think you’re right.”

He takes your mouth with his and you part your lips allowing his tongue entrance to find yours. He tastes like he has been drinking whiskey. Suddenly he is wrapping his arms around your thighs and twisting the two of you over to where you are now laying on your back, and he is hovering over you, kneeling between your legs. 

He reaches up and pulls his shirt off of his body, leaving only his necklace dangling from his neck. You run your hands over his chiseled torso. You are pretty sure this is the first time you've had full access to his chest. Your hand wanders down to his belt buckle and his breath hitches. 

“Do you want me to stop?” you ask, staring up at him from beneath your thick lashes.

“No. Please don't.” he says.

Your fingers nimbly maneuver the metallic buckle, pulling the leather belt from the loops and throwing it to the floor. You run your fingertips over his abs and through his happy trail, making his abdomen tense up further.

You unbutton the button of his jeans and pull the zipper down, revealing the fabric of his boxers. You grab both, looking directly into his eyes you tug them both down his hips. He stands and kicks both off of him, letting his dick spring free, finally released from the confines of his boxers. You were right. He is huge. 

“How am I naked, and you are still fully clothed?” he asks, sliding his hands up the front of your shirt. He takes the hem of your shirt between his fingers and pulls it over your head showcasing the black lace bra you picked out for exactly this instance. He runs his fingers gently over the fabric, feeling your pebbled nipple under his fingertips. His tongue darts out wetting his lips as he leans over, placing a kiss on the swell of your breast.

“You are… so…” he kisses the other in the same way. “...beautiful.” he says trailing kisses down your stomach. You squirm beneath him and he steadies you with a warm hand on your stomach.

“Relax, cherry. I’m gonna take care of you. A promise is a promise.” he says with a wink before continuing his decent between your legs. 

He finds the top of you skirt and gently tugs it down your legs leaving you lying there in your soaked panties.

He runs his fingers over the top of your underwear and you squirm again, desperate for him to touch you.

“Oh cherry… you’re so sweet. Do you know why I call you cherry?” he asks, running his fingers across the lace of your panties, teasing you.

You shake your head, just wanting him to tell you and touch you. Just do something.

“Well that night at the bar… you tasted exactly like cherries when we kissed…I couldn’t get enough…so sweet...”

“But now I am wondering… if all of you is sweet like that…I think you are cherry... But I have to know for sure…” he says, pressing an open mouthed kiss right to the top of your panties. Your back arches at the contact and you are breathing heavily as a whimper leaves your mouth.

“I know baby, I’m almost there. You keep making those sweet noises for me, okay?” he says pulling your panties down your legs.

Oh god, I’m going to explode as soon as he touches me… 

“Danny, please…” you beg.

Scooting your body up the bed, he positions himself between your legs and with one final kiss to your inner thigh he is burying his face into your core.

Your hips buck upward into his mouth that is wrapped firmly around your clit, sucking and nipping at the sensitive bud. You are unraveling piece by piece with every swipe of his tongue against you.

A moan leaves your mouth as you feel a finger enter you. Your hands thread into the curls at the top of his head forcing him down, pressing his nose to your clit. 

“Danny, fuck…” you cry out.

He groans against you, the vibration of his deep voice pushing you close to the edge. He adds another finger and you feel him begin a sweeping motion over your soft spot inside and the moans are flying out of your mouth as you fist your hands into his hair.

“Mmm, you sound so pretty cherry, you taste so sweet. I’ll never get enough.” he says, swirling his warm tongue over your clit over and over. You can feel your insides tensing and your positive he can too as his pace picks up. 

“You gonna cum for me cherry? Gonna show me how sweet you are? Such a good girl…”

His words light  the fuse for the bomb in your stomach. With one more swipe of his fingers you are exploding around him, and groaning out his name between curses. Reveling in the sheer bliss running its course through your body.

“Fuck you are so gorgeous.” he says pulling his fingers from you. He places a kiss on your stomach and parts your legs with his knee, kneeling over top of you. 

You wrap your hands around his neck and pull his lips to kiss you, tasting yourself on him. He groans into your mouth as your foot slides down the length of his leg. 

“Please” you whisper into his lips.

His hand reaches down and grabs his dick, running the tip through your folds. A deep breath leaves his chest as he struggles to control himself, placing the tip at your entrance.

Seconds later, as his lips connect with yours, he slides himself into you, groaning as your walls constrict around his more than generously sized length.

“Shit, baby you are going to have to relax or I won’t be able to move. You are so fucking tight.” he pants out. You didn't even realize how tense you were until you forced your body to relax.

“There we go, good. You’re doing so good for me cherry….” he says kissing your neck.

He begins to move his hips around back and forth slowly letting you adjust to his size. His eyes practically rolling back in his head as you clench around him with each movement. 

He looks at you, “You doing okay baby?” he asks.

You nod and arch up into him, telling him you need more, and he obliges.

Placing his hands next to your head he starts to thrust in and out of you, intently watching your face as it contorts in pleasure at the feeling of his tip grazing your g spot over and over.

You reach around him and grab his hips pulling him into you harder, while asking him to do that exact same thing.

“Harder, baby please…” you moan.

He starts to push in and out of you more rapidly, hitting that spot with a little more force. Grunts are leaving his chest as he continues to thrust into you, and you are positive you have never seen a more beautiful man.

“Danny, you feel so good…” you whine.

He pushes up to his knees, still deep inside of you, placing his hands on your hips pulling you to meet him. He begins to roll his body like a wave, hitting places inside of you, you aren't sure have ever been touched. The moans steadily roll out of you and you can tell they are getting him closer to his finish.

“Myyyyy god, you are like pure silk on my cock, cherry. You’re so fuckin good for me. I have fuckin dreamt of this, and its so so good.” he groans.

He wets his thumb on his tongue and places it firmly on your clit, rubbing it in small circles, pushing you close to the edge. 

“You gonna cum for me one more time baby? I think you are…cum for me cherry.” he says, snapping his hips into you.

 “I’m not gonna last, I need you to cum one more time for me. Want you to take me with you.” he begs.

With one more thrust and a pinch to your nipple you are clenching around him, letting your orgasm take you away, bringing him with you, as your name falls from his lips and his cum spills into you in jagged thrusts.

“Fuck, Danny…” you pant as he rolls off of you.

“God you were so worth every single second of the wait.” he says rolling to face you, swiping the hair from your sweaty neck.

He pulls your body half way onto his, and holds you against his chest. Both of you basking in the glow of your orgasms for just a few minutes, before your bladder lets you know that its still there. 

You kiss his neck and roll off of the bed, walking to the bathroom, as Danny whistles at your naked body.

You shake your head and walk into the bathroom, to pee and clean yourself up. When you return to the room you see that your clothes are now neatly folded on the chair, next to his. He has placed a t-shirt on the bed, and a pair of boxers and your heart swells at the sweet gesture.

You step over to the bed, sliding the t-shirt over your head, and the boxers onto your hips. Danny shakes out the comforter, and pulls the edge back for you to climb in. He climbs in next to you, pulling you back into his arms and letting out a sigh. 

“You know, I almost completely forgot that you played an entire show tonight.” you giggle into the darkness.

“Honestly… so did I. All I could think about all day was this.” he says into your neck.

“Ohhhh so you knew you were going to bring me here and have sex with me?” you say playfully.

“No, but I was hopeful. I meant this… just falling asleep holding you. You may not remember the last time, but I sure didn't forget it.” he says kissing the side of your head. “I’ve thought about it every night since, hoping I would get to do it again.” 

“How long until you’ll be back here? I know this leg of the tour started tonight.” you say, defeated.

“A few weeks? A month maybe? Fuck, I dont even want to think about it.” he sighs, nuzzling his face into your hair. “Before you even say it…I am going to call you every day. I will text you, probably too much… I will facetime you any chance I can sneak away. It will go by quick and then I’ll come home and spend every single night with you.”

You entwine your fingers with his, and press a kiss to his knuckles. “Promise?” you ask.

“Cherry, I swear. I want you. Need you so bad.” he says intently.

“Let’s go golfing when you get back.” you say sleepily.

“Anything you want.” he says yawning, just as you both shut your eyes.

DANNY POV

Your alarm wakes both of you far earlier than either of you planned. Different from last time, you have both moved a lot over night, and you find yourself now laying on your stomach, with an overly warm arm draped over across your back. She is laying facing you and you see her eyes open slowly, as her fingers run across your skin. You could lay here for hours just staring at her beautiful sleepy face, the feeling of her hands on you. 

“Good morning Cherry…” you manage to squeak out.

“Good morning” her tired voice says.

She snuggles up close to you as you flip over to your back. You pull her onto you and hold her there. “Just lay here with me for five minutes. Want to memorize the feeling.” you say with a sigh.

“Such a romantic…” she giggles.

“Have to have something to get me through the next few weeks.” you laugh.

As she lays her head on your chest you run your fingers lazily through her hair, feeling it, soft against your fingers.

She is so perfect. How am I going to make it a month away from her?

A few minutes later, you release her from your grip and let her roll off of you, before she heads to the bathroom. You sit up in bed, and scroll through your phone. You have about 30 minutes before you need to leave to get on the bus. 

She returns from the bathroom, still dressed in your t-shirt and boxers and you think to yourself that she will never look more beautiful than she does right now. You aren’t sure how you are going to do it but you know right then that you have to get Josh to come around to the idea of her. She deserves more than to be hidden away and doted on in secret. She deserves everything.

She walks around the room, gathering up her clothes, and shoes, slowly peeling off your layers and replacing them with her own clothes. She folds your shirt and boxers and sets them on the edge of the bed with a smile.

“Thanks, for that.” she says.

You stand up out of the bed and walk over to her, grabbing her by the hips and bringing her lips to yours. She wraps her arms around your neck and kisses you deeper.

You want to freeze this moment. Have it on standby for when you’re missing her. Be able to push play on it and feel her against you when you’re alone in your bunk every night. When you played that festival that day you could have never imagined this happening, but damn are you thankful for The Strokes at this very moment. 

As you pull away from her, she brushes the hair out of your face, “You know… you have such a pretty face.”

At the moment you aren’t sure if anyone has ever called you pretty, but you know that your heart fluttered at the sentiment. 

“But I think your smile is my favorite.” she says with a smirk, collecting her purse from the dresser.

You pull your shirt over your head and your clean jeans. She hands you the belt that she threw on the floor last night with a flirty look, an unspoken moment between the two of you.

“I’m going to miss you Cherry.” you say, grabbing her hand.

“I’ll miss you too. I need to go before anyone else gets up, I don't want to blow our cover.” she says rubbing her hand up your arm.

“I know, I just… ‘m not ready for you to leave me yet.” you say.

“I’ll never leave you, Danny…” she says in a sultry tone.

God, I hope that's true.

“I’m holding you to that.” you reply and she nods her head and giggles.

As she walks to the door, you pull her in for one last kiss, and you make it count. 

As she slips out the door, with a gentle goodbye you shut the door behind her, feeling a pang in your chest.

She has already got you wrapped around her finger.

As you walk back into the room to pack your things you hear a soft knock at the door and smile, knowing she must have forgotten something and immediately turned around. 

You walk back over to the door with a smile on your face, opening it up, but it's not her that you’re met with and your blood runs cold.

“Expecting someone else?” Josh says, leaning on the door frame.

Fuck.

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[applecherry108]

I’m gonna use a random number generator and draw whoever I get. These aren’t even all my OCs, but they are all the ones I:

Can draw from memory

Are named* (Beloved Pokemon™️ are an exception)

And have even a modicum of characterization fleshed out

So while that may exclude some fan characters, random designs, and alas, even more Beloved Pokemon™️, this is an accurate reflection of ~25 years of my ADHD maladaptive daydreaming creating stories.

Aulani

Angelo

Alika

Romeo

Savannah

Dimitri

Ildri

Iggy

Bronte

Vajra

Eva

Haim

Ha-Neul

Nasim

Hongshui

Haixiao

Ala

Nergal

Rochelle

Sam (royal)

Taylor

Michael (royal)

Sara

Kitten

Jason

Feo

Mina

Kana

Jericho

Lin

Terra

Elsie

Lulu

Karin

Lil’ Raven

Trill

N00b

Nyx

Kat

John

Carrot

Candy

Remon

Raimu

Frambuesa

Podo

Granada

Cordial

Liliko’i

Mochi

Mure

Howaito

Honey

Absinthe

Lolly

Ruby (royal)

Tenners (royal)

Gargitt

Jigo

Osa

Mikamika

Shara

Queeny

Suzy

Kit

Goz

Naz

Ner

Sul

River

Daichi

Mokuzai

Youkou

Kane

Isabelle

Ira

Grace

Bunny

Carter (royal)

Tenchi

Kame

Unmei

Momo

Ame

Yuki

Suu

Fuu

Jimmy (royal)

Silvia (royal)

Aden

Olga

Richie

Edward (royal)

Alan

Maggie

William

Danny

Sonny (/Elaine) (royal)

Stormy (/Emily) (royal)

Wendy (/Eleanor) (royal)

Znowy (/Elise) (royal)

Cleo

Claude

Eliza (royal)

Jacob (royal)

Derek

Deana

Jed

Molly

Lawrence

Red

Blue

Helen

Jude

Cain

Takako

Jackson

Louis

Audrey

Ruth

Dick (royal)

Anastasia (royal)

Elizabeth

Lizzy (royal)

Mindy (royal)

David (royal)

Stephen (royal)

Marco

Paula

Cupid

Julian

Gracia Harding

Christopher

Solas

Ganta

Karen

Tyler

TJ

Marisol

Hanabi

Greema

Ceres

Gwen

Merle

Cali

Cam

Lance

Robin (royal)

Lynn

Arty

April

Pumpkin

Sugarplum

Sweetpea

Honeybun

Cupcake

Chamomile

Jellybean

Gumdrop

Bonbon

Typhlosion

Ampharos

Togekiss

Dewgong

Delphox

Azumarill

Dragalge

Pangoro

Talonflame

Florges

Zeke/Coqenade & Bragg

Bin Young-Ho/Abysstros & Gullp

Jean Luc/Slumberjack & Snuuz

Sabira/Swan Song & Fuum

Genevieve/Mockingjay & Jellee

Aoife/Rosebec & Pekk

Therese/Corvitous & Shynii

Kelley Kirk

Static Scratch

Amelia the Smol

Rin & Chuumon