#danny lyon x reader

[mara-and-its-the-same]

let’s understand that this is Mara immediately post breakup so this means i get to have it as wild as i want it to be...but anyway, all i’ve been thinking about is rebounding with Danny, duh. Beyond suggestive, it's directly implied, 2k words and a big thank you to @frnchgirls, rose is a most gracious help. Enjoy 🥰

“What about like this?”

If anyone asked Danny the series of events that led him here, there would be no sane answer. Friday night he meets you at the Vandals’ bar, Saturday night he learns that you live in Chicago but were dating another Vandal in a different chapter and just suffered a messy break up, and by Sunday afternoon he’s got you posing on his bed with the brand new knowledge that before you got into that relationship you were a lingerie model until that guy made you quit. 

“Danny?” You ask him again, leaning on your elbows and one knee slightly bent to the side over the other.

He shakes himself out of his daydreaming to realize that reality is ten times better and hopes you don’t notice his dazed off gaze from your side of the camera. “Yeah?”

“Is this a good pose?” 

Kathy told you that you should get back into modeling, then offered Danny to help you practice, maybe get new photos to show some agents.  Neither of you were busy this weekend, so now here you are in a brand new soft blue babydoll negligee that she made you buy the minute she heard about the split, on Danny’s bed. 

God, how he washed those sheets and cleaned all over his apartment as soon as you asked if you could do it at his place. It hasn’t been so neat since he toured the place. But now there you are wanting him to tell you if you look good in your lingerie on his bed. But photography is his job, he’s a professional, he can do this.

He could do this, if his tongue wasn’t suddenly tied until he swallowed thickly. “Yeah, maybe you just lean back a little more?”

“Like this?”

“Perfect.” He captures the picture and tries some more from a few different angles. “What about laying down?”

“Mhm,” you move a bit further down the bed and let your hair fall around you as best it could on its own. “Here?”

“Yeah, can I move your hair?”

“Yeah,” he rearranges your strands so they frame your face perfectly and look as effortless as possible.

“Gorgeous.” The shudder clicks right as he said it, so fast that he hits it a second time just to catch your smile when he says it.

“Really?” He catches the moment your face changes from eyes closed and sultry, to open and joyous.

“Beautiful.”

“Me? Or just your pictures? 

“You, and the pictures of you.”

“Thank you,” you roll over again and he gets one from another angle. 

It was never anything crazy, the sets you modeled. Just some odd jobs for more local boutiques, never anything obscene or ridiculously lavish. Danny refuses to believe that though. You make plastic rhinestones shine like diamonds. Machine spun cotton lace looks like hand threaded silk from Paris the second it touches your skin. 

“Do you think we got enough of this one?” you ask.

“I think so. I can get these developed and have them ready in a few days,” he starts packing his camera away. “What size did you say you wanted?”

“Oh I don’t know, but— Well actually I brought one more thing to try on. Unless you want to be done?”

He’s not sure how much more of this he can really take. How much longer can he be in the same room as you before he busts just from looking at you. 

“Yeah, sure- I’ll be in the kitchen.”

He tries not to stare as you slide of the bed and start looking through the bag you brought on his way out the door. 

3 minutes later your head is poked out of the door and into the kitchen, “Danny, you can come in now.”

Oh what a sight you are. The black nightgown reaches down all the way to your ankles, the silky fabric falls over your hips so perfectly, and the only thing between the air and your chest is a thin layer of the finest lace he’s ever seen. “I haven’t worn this in years.”

“That’s a shame.” He can’t believe he’s said that, especially in the tone he did, like he couldn’t believe you wouldn’t even wear it just by yourself. You must know how you look in it, how it looks tailored to your body in every square inch. 

“I know. But he didn’t like it. It’s vintage Chantelle, all silk. Didn’t know how to appreciate it properly.” You sit back on the bed again and just then he notices the slit up one side that just about nears the top of your thigh. 

You’re about to take a new pose when he asks you a most peculiar question. 

“I’m sorry?” You ask.

“Do you mind if I move you?” He says with more confidence this time and what a gift that he did.

“Sure.”

He sets the camera down on his dresser and comes towards you. With his hands on your shoulders— your nearly bare shoulders, his thumbs fitting perfectly just into the dips of your clavicles —he leads you to lay down against the pillows and rearranges your hair. He takes one of your hands and places it beside your head, the other he moves across your torso with your hand cusping your hip bone. He steps back a bit to consider your legs, with respect to the slit. After slowly, so slowly coasting down the length of your leg, he softly pulls one ankle down straight, and pushes the other slitted one up so that it is slightly bent at the knee and tilts it towards the other. 

He takes a second to look at you, really look at you, and he can’t believe anyone would ever try to keep you from this. 

Maybe he’s just getting to know your form, for the sake of the composition, you think. But only for a moment before you see him suck his bottom lip between his teeth, just for a second but you notice. 

Finally, finally, he takes the first picture of you like this. With the click of the shutter you’ve made your mind up, you decide to press your luck. “What if I like…” you bring the hand that was on your hip up to your mouth and bite the top knuckle of your index finger.

“Yes.”

“What’s the look you’re thinking though?”

“They’re your pictures. I’m thinking whatever you want me to think.”

“But you’re the photographer, the artist.”

“You’re the art.”

“Would you kiss me?”

He nearly drops the camera. “What?”

“They like when pictures tell stories, the story would be that I’m messy and ravished and the clothes are serving their intended purpose. If you’re alright with that?”

He so absolutely, most certainly, positively is more than just alright with that. “Yeah, ok.”

You push yourself back up on the bed while he positions himself at the edge. “So how do you wa—“ he’s cut off by your pull to his collar and the press of your lips. Surpassing his initial surprise he brings a hand up around you to hold your waist, and the other up to your jaw. Messy, you want it messy. And salacious, lascivious even. Beyond suggestive, obvious is what you need. He can tell from the way you continue to pull him into you even as his chest is flush against yours. 

You pull away panting for no more than a second to order “Get the camera off the bed.” How sweet of you to be concerned, he nearly leaps over you to put it on the nightstand and he’d like to say ‘if it were any less expensive’ he would have just thrown it, but he knows that the price of it wasn’t what stopped him, it was the fear of damaging even a single one of those pictures of you. 

As he’s leaning over you, you slide down a little further on the bed so he can reach you easier. Or maybe to muss your hair up a little more if it’s against the pillows, or any other excuse you could make to make it seem like this is all for the picture and not your own desires. 

From there it is licks, bites, tugs, sucks of lips. And you’re trying, you’re both trying to keep your hands out of it, but how could you when his hair is so soft and the back of his neck is the perfect shape for you to hold. And how could he when your skin is so perfect and your bare leg is right there.

“I want a hickey.”

“Huh?”

“Kiss my neck.” He kisses you twice more on his way to your throat and you can’t help the sound you make when he reaches the perfect spot. Already he has you gasping for air. “Oh god.” His hand slithers up the slit, sliding even higher in search of your hip bone or waist to hold. 

“Wait,” He lifts himself to be eye level with you, “wait—“

“Hm?”

“Sorry, just…You’re—This is real now, right?”

“Yes, yes, very real.” You rush to pull him back down to your lips and nearly crash noses with the way he rushes down to meet you. 

“Mmph,” he groans at the scratch of your nails across his scalp and just the sound makes your back arch. Moving down again, he passes soft kisses down the valley of your chest. You’re positive he can feel the beat of your heart through every inch of your skin. How you’ve missed this, being wanted, being adored. And how he’s missed crossing beyond the other side of the lens, the feel of sculpting another body just by the skill of his touch. 

As he’s pushing the side of your skirt up and away a sudden fear strikes you, “Wait!”

“What is it?” He immediately sits back and takes his hands away, looking into your eyes for any cause for concern.

“I’m so sorry, but I really don’t want to rip it.”

“Oh,” you see him immediately relax, “So…”

You make no answer, though you do sit up to your knees and move the skirt out from underneath you. With a gesture to the strap that has fallen off your shoulder, he finally gets the message. However, in the spirit of fairness, his own shirt is the first thing to go and before you have time to remember your original intent you both rise on your knees just to kiss again. You feel before you look while your hands roam his torso. 

And slowly, so slowly, through wandering presses, pulls, and squeezes, he reaches the sides of your thighs and takes your nightgown by the seams to lift it over your head. He takes it by the straps to hang by the corner of the headboard rather than tossing it to the floor. 

You guide him forwards as you move to your back again, his knee moves between your legs while his fingertips smooth along your jaw. His eyes dance around your face, and as embarrassed as he may be to admit it, he takes a fleeting glance down the space between your bodies. An idea flashes before him, a bold one, but at this point in the afternoon he’s not sure there’s much left that could happen between you two that’d be too bold. He reaches for the camera slowly enough that you knew exactly what he wants. You resist the instinct to shy away when you still see his soft gaze over the camera. The shudder clicks and he drops it back on the nightstand, “That one’s not making it into the book,” Danny smirks at his own teasing before leaning back into you to finish what he started with a smile still on his lips. 

[zablife]

Listen Carefully

Summary: Danny falls in love with Johnny's girl during his interviews.

Warnings: slightly nsfw, angst

Danny leans one elbow forward on his trembling knee, extending the microphone closer as a way to bridge the gap between your bodies. He listens carefully as you confide the secrets of the club. Though he doubts it's anything Johny hasn't told you to say, he's still mesmerized by your every movement, so much so he's barely moved in the past twenty minutes. Cigarette between his lips all but forgotten, he finds he can barely breathe in your presence, let alone smoke. He only becomes aware of the impediment when you dip forward to tug ever so gently at his cigarette, glossy lips parted as though you might replace it with a kiss.

Despite his best efforts to stay cool and detached, the corners of his mouth turn upward in a goofy grin. The heart of a rabbit beating within his chest when you gaze back at him, smile bathing his entire body in honey coated warmth. You twirl a lock of your hair as you hold him under your spell and the effect is instantaneous. His palm lands on the ground, fingers tangling in the tall grass to keep the world from spinning as all the blood rushes to his crotch. Your head cocks to the side as you take notice, eyes flicking downward momentarily, diverting to the tape recorder at the last moment as you ask sweetly, "Do you need anything else, Danny?"

The sound of his name on your tongue could make him cum on the spot, but the loud roar of a motor cycle engine behind him reminds him you're not alone. His hand shifts to the front of his trousers, clearing his throat in a poor attempt to hide his discomfort. "Maybe a few more questions..." he grunts.

Benny cuts his eyes at Danny from across the lawn before taking a swig of whisky. “You believe this guy?” he asks Johnny, hackles up even though you haven't been touched. He stands, ready to charge, but Johnny places a hand to his chest.

“Wait a second. Got a better idea,” he chuckles, stamping out his cigarette. Sauntering over to the patch of ground Danny occupies, Johnny settles behind you, tickling the spot beneath your ribs he knows will produce the most delicious, impish giggle.

"Hi baby," you simper, turning your head to capture his face in between your palms. He doesn't hesitate staking his claim, kissing you with heated passion. Then he turns your chin back toward Danny, urging you to concentrate on the questions the young man is struggling to ask.

And though his brain is foggy, Danny presses on with Johnny bearing down on him, Johnny relishing the thought that he's throwing the kid off his game. As Danny stutters out the next question, Johnny's large hand caresses your stomach, your shirt billowing in the breeze to reveal a slight swell. Wait until he finds out she's pregnant, Johnny thinks with a mischievous smirk, but keeps that part to himself as he accepts a cool beer from Cal.

Then another devilish thought comes to mind. Let's give him one more souvenir to take back to that fancy college of his. Running the icy cool beer bottle between your exposed shoulder blades, Johnny feels you jump between his legs and you gasp out a deep, raspy breath that sounds so wanton and orgasmic, Johnny feels his own cock twitch at the sound. He's sure he catches Danny gulp too.

"That's...that's all I need," Danny admits soon after, excusing himself to somewhere unknown and Johnny can't help but toss his head back and laugh. Little does he know the damage that's been done to the poor kid's psyche.

He'll go home and replay that tape until the ribbon is threadbare, ticking ominously in the recorder late one night as he's jerking himself off to the now familiar sound of your high pitched whimper, despairing as the reel snaps in half just before his favorite part... "Hi baby."

He hadn't wanted to accept Brucie's letter until now, the cold hard truth that you're having Johnny's baby, but that's when he has to admit you'll never be his. This recording was the tether to his sanity, the last moment he'd allowed himself to dream of something more. He pitches forward in the darkness to mourn, part of him wishing he'd never known you so he might never have felt such sorrow.

[semperamans]

danny stares, but he swears it's just because he's an artist, y'know? he sees things others don't take the time to notice. i mean, it has absolutely nothin' to do with how infatuated he is with you.

danny knows his place in the club; he's the ridealong - the one who sits there n'listens and doesn't stick his nose anywhere it doesn't belong until one day he has to because these guys don't look too good. danny stares. it's the way their lips curl and how their eyes refuse to leave your ass despite benny's cut resting inches above it. it's no good. no good at all n'he knows shit is going to pop off the moment you extract yourself from the gaggle of wives and girlfriends. it's not your fault. you should be allowed to walk off to get a fuckin' beer without havin' people grope at ya. it's not your fault that danny has a broken nose. but he does.

the fucked up part of it all is that he would do it again just for the iota of attention you're giving him :( it happened so fast: the way one of the new guys grabbed you, but danny was there n'usin' all his upper body strength to push 'em off. danny's bony fingers wrapped around your wrist and pulled you into his arms an' he doesn't really remember when he got punched in the nose, but he recalls the way johnny n'benny came chargin' in and how chaos erupted and how he looked down to find you tremblin' and scared and staring right up at him.

danny stares because in this sorry excuse for a house, you are the most beautiful thing in it. he's never been this close to you before; so close he can see galaxies in your eyes and smell your perfume and see your pulse thrumming hummingbird fast in the soft hollow concave of your neck. it's not your fault danny has a broken nose, but you are sure going to take care of him anyway. you're standin' between his legs as he sits on the toilet cover, one hand carefully balancing his chin while the other gently orchestrates a cleanup effort with a wet handkerchief. you're so pretty n'danny thought he'd taken enough pictures to know what you look like but apparently not. he never knew about that freckle, n'that little quirk to your lips n'he wants to ask about that scar but his mouth is so dry from the adrenaline and sonny's weed and just bein' this close to you that he finds he can't talk. can only listen as you hum some song and thank him every now n'then for comin' to your rescue. the way you look at him - i mean, it's more than just casual, right? danny's stared at you long enough to articulate that twinkly look in your eyes. y'only ever have it when benny n'johnny are around, but you've got it now. now as you toss the hankie into the sink. now as you reach down and take his hand and help 'em up. now as you're grinnin' at him, tuggin' the lapels of his cut and makin' him promise to stay outta trouble - to "let the big guys handle it." - n'he doesn't know what that means but danny nods regardless because you could tell him to jump off a building and he would.

so, okay, maybe danny's staring has something to do with how infatuated he is with you, but that's okay. right?

[pacifymebby]

Summers in the Air Baby Heavens in Your Eyes

Oblivious Danny X Oblivious Reader, no warnings just pining

You watched him from across the field not realising the melancholy sulk you wore on your face. Your lips a sullen pout, a little frown on your brow, tiny wrinkle at the bridge of your nose.

He was photographing Cathy again. You felt like he was always photographing Cathy, or Betty, or Gale. He never took photos of you.

Not that you blamed him, how could you blame him for anything? But especially not this. Not noticing you, when you were just one in so many women who were older, hotter, more life experience and substance. More intelligent things to say. More insight into the Vandals than you could have offered.

No, you couldn't blame him for paying more attention to them than you.

And yet it pained you still, when you had to watch him watching them. The way he'd rest his head to one side in the palm of his hand, his cheek squishing against his fist. The way he'd get that quiet smirk on his lips. The depth of his gaze when he was listening intently, taking every word in.

How could the boy who sees everything, never even notice you.

It broke your little heart.

Especially today.

Because you'd tried so hard to get his attention. You'd worn your prettiest white sundress, spent too long on your hair considering you were to spend the day sat in a field drinking beer with a bunch of rowdy bikers and their wives. You'd spent too long on your make up too, your lashes long and dark, your eyeliner delicately winged. Your lips a faint kissed cherry shade. And yet Danny had all but stared for a moment and turned his head swiftly away. Busied himself with prettier, more interesting women. Because of course he didn't have time for dumb girls like you.

At least that's what you were thinking as you watched him from across the field.

"Hey y/n." Johnny raised two hands in a still wave greeting you as he wandered over to your perch on the edge of a picnic table. "Whatcha doin sittin all alone for over here?" He asked, "y'know the girls are all sitting over there with Danny..." He said nodding behind him to where he already knew you knew the girls were sitting with Danny.

After all he'd been watching you pouting over at them all for the best part of half an hour now and if he was being honest, Johnny was getting tired with the sulk on your face.

"Y'know y'too pretty to waste your time sitting around with that sad little look on you all day..." He carried on. Johnny was a man of few words, tended to stay quiet unless he had something he needed to say, tended not to say things for the sake of it. So you knew he meant it when he teased you, knew he was talking to you now with intentions.

Still that didn't stop you rolling your eyes.

"Oh sure..." You replied with a sarcastic whine. You were trying to be more like Cathy, cause Cathy seemed to hold everyone's attention when she spoke. She was more grown up, more sure of herself. Everything you weren't and no wonder Danny was always pointing his microphone in her direction, listening to her with those deep, pensive eyes. He was always thinking about something and what you wouldn't give to have him share his thoughts with you. Better yet, be the one that so occupied his mind.

"Y'know I'm sure he'd love to be rescued by the prettiest girl at the picnic..." He said then, not even smiling at you, simply knocking your elbow with his to force your sullen glare back to him.

If you hadn't known better you'd have told him to fuck off. But you didn't get to swear at Johnny. Not just because you didn't want to disrespect him when your place in the gang was so flimsy anyway, but because over the time you'd known him, Johnny had become a bit of a father figure to you. Even if it did come across as merciless teasing you knew his remarks were supposed to be taken as friendly advice.

"He's workin..." You shrugged him off, wishing that you were brave enough to take Johnny's advice.

"Nah, he's heard every story Cathys got to tell... I'm sure he'd appreciate some new material to chew on..."

You gasped then, astounded he would dare say something so loaded to you, so heavily burdened with double meanings.

"Johnny!" You yelped, your cheeks burning scarlet as you whacked his arm and shook your head at him. "I can't believe you!"

"Oh come on honey you're smarter than that... You ain't shocked..." Chuckled Johnny, letting out a sigh as he stood up, "but hey, I'm just an old man, can't make you kids listen to me can I..."

And with that he wandered off, back to Benny and the boys, back to the bikes ready to rev an engine and start another deadly race around the homemade dirt track they'd all been busy carving out for themselves all day.

And you, well, you let your cheeks squish against your fists and let out a sigh, your eyes returning with longing to Danny. Danny who for a moment you could have sworn, had been looking at you.

For a moment your heart threatened to jump right out of your throat but when you took a breath and gathered composure you saw that he had returned his attention to Catchy and her cigarette as she waved it around and spun him another yarn about her beloved Benny and the trouble he was always causing her.

You knew you shouldn't have felt so bitter, Cathy had always been so kind to you. A real girls girl who had taken you under her wing, welcomed you into the fold. You just got jealous sometimes when you saw the girls with their men. How they had that one thing you wanted so badly. A pair of arms to wrap around your body when the sunset and the chill began to settle around you. Someone to kiss your neck by the fire, tickle their fingers over your waist until you shrieked and caused a scene and made the others laugh. You wanted to be the woman all the other women rolled their eyes at. Just once.

He's taken too many pictures of you for someone who hasn't yet said two words to you. Too many beautiful pictures, and none of them, can he honestly say, are for the book. Not that he doesn't think the whole world would love to look at your sweet smile, your dewy dark eyes gazing just past the lens, just past him - much to his dismay. Not that he doesn't think people would be as mesmerised by you as he is... No. It's just that if he's being honest, even though you're not his girl, Danny has already decided he doesn't want to share you with anyone.

If only he could work up the courage to speak to you for once then perhaps he could tell you that himself.

He sat in the grass, elbow resting on his knee, chin resting on his closed fist as he held his microphone out to Cathy Cross and forced himself to tune back into another story about Benny. Fuck how he wished he could be more like Benny.

This was a story he was pretty sure she had told him before, about when her and Benny first met. How she'd given him the cold shoulder and he'd persisted. Danny could hardly get his head around that. The confidence, the self-certainty that Benny must have possessed to know that if he just kept trying he'd win a woman like Cathy over. A woman who was almost, almost as beautiful as you.

Benny who had the looks, those pretty boy puppy eyes that women loved, but with all the rugged edges of a man who worked with his hands and knew how to use them. A man with no fear, unscathed by anxiety. A man who knew exactly how to smile at a woman and slip so casually into her heart.

Danny wasn't that kind of guy at all. In fact ask any of the guys he was riding with what they really thought of him and he was sure he knew exactly what they'd say.

"He's cool yeah, for a pinko college boy..."

Yeah, he could dream, he could wear the colours and tear the sleeves off his denims all he wanted but at the end of the day that was what he was. A pinko photography major and that, that was why an absolute dream girl like you would never look twice at him.

"And 5 weeks later... I married him..." Cathy grinned, her voice singsong teasing, her hand on her heart as her eyes lit up with mischief.

Danny smiled, grinned along and tried to think of a question he could ask to keep her talking... To keep giving him an excuse to stay sitting there, pretending to look at her, when in fact he was really watching his periphery for little glimpses of you.

But in the end Cathy got tired of talking. She did as she always did and dusted herself down, gave him a wink and told him to ask some of the other girls what they thought of the boys and their "toys" as she always referred to the bikes.

"You should try asking y/n a thing or two, get a couple of lines to accompany all those pretty pictures you been snappin of her all day.... Yeah, I noticed that..." She grinned, "you boys think I don't notice anythin well, you're all dumb... Especially you honey, you're the worst..." She teased as she walked away with all the confidence of a woman about to wrap her arms around Benny Cross and demand a little attention knowing she'd get exactly that.

Danny watched her in disbelief, hoping his cheeks weren't as red as they felt. Stealing a nervous glance in your direction to try and gauge whether you'd heard Cathy's remark. Her voice carrying in the way it always did.

But you seemed oblivious. Actually you seemed exactly as you had done all day. Completely lost to the world, lost in your own thoughts. Sulking and pensive, real sorry looking. It made Danny want to drop his camera and his recorder and snake an arm around your waist. Ask you what was troubling you so that you might lean your head on his shoulder and let him tend your aching heart.

He wondered which of the bikers had broken your tender heart, tried to glance around them to see if he could see where your melancholy gaze landed. But he couldn't tell.

Every now and then he thought you might have been looking at him. Sometimes when your dark lashed fluttered slowly, your eyes glistening with a sulk, he was sure it was him you were gazing at from across the field. But then someone would pass behind him, one of the guys and he'd decide that Corky or Cal were a far more likely candidate for a girl like you's affections.

"Hey Danny..."

Danny heard Johnny before he saw him. Saw his dirty boots stop just in front of his before he looked up and saw the older man standing there in his deep blue denims, his hands waved in a still greeting. "Y'know I been thinkin you ain't gonna be able to keep riding with us..." He said. His words hanging in the air for a moment, not a hint of amusement.

Danny looked up at him with his head cocked to one side, trying to work out whether he was joking or not. Deciding very suddenly that he might not be. Scrambling to his feet to speak to him.

"What? I mean w...why Johnny?" He asked, trying not to reveal his panic, knowing however that he couldn't hide his racing heart and the sick feeling in his stomach. Not to mention the terror which had shot through him at the thought he might have earnt himself a fight with Johnny Davis. Fists or knives he couldn't take on Johnny and he didn't want to either!

"Well," he sighed with a unnerving smirk, "if you insist upon breakin my little girls heart I just don't see how you can... Ride with us no more... Don't see how that's gonna work?" He said, his smirk only confusing Danny more.

"What?" He asked, his eyes flickering between Johnny's and the space just over his shoulder where only moments before he'd had a perfect view of you sulking at the edge of that picnic table but didn't anymore.

"What's confusin you Danny? You seem confused?" Asked Johnny cocking his head to one side. His pout almost certainly mocking him.

"Uh... Well I uh, I don't know who you're talkin about Johnny..." He said scratching the back of his neck nervously, "I don't have nothin to do with any of the girls... Except when I interview them but I promise you I ain't been foolin around with nobody..."

"Yeah, yeah I know you ain't... That's half the problem..." He replied, turning over his shoulder to scan the crowd for you. "I mean look at her Danny boy, don't you think she's sweet? C'mon kid, I know you college boys ain't stupid..."

But when he turned around to nod Danny in your direction he found that you'd disappeared and he knew with a sinking heart that he'd acted too late. That you'd probably given up once again, gone and found Cal or one of the others to give you a ride back home where you would no doubt be crying your little babydoll eyes out into your pillow for the college boy who was proving to be more stupid than Johnny had imagined.

"Well," said Johnny, "you don't need me to tell you that... You been snapping plenty enough pictures all day..." He said leaving Danny to frown, his brow knitted as he watched the empty picnic bench mournfully.

"Oh well, too late now..." Teased Johnny, "she'll be off with one of the boys... Why don't you grab yourself a beer, drink yourself a bit of fuckin courage..."

And well, in your absence that was all that Danny could do. Rejoin the men who were all gathered around the fire with their girls. Drink a couple beers and try to nurse his pitiful heart as the night and his jealousy grew. Because all those other boys sitting round the fire had someone to hold onto, someone to tease and kiss. Someone to lean against them. Make them feel like a man.

And Danny had fumbled yet another picnic, let you slip between his fingers once again.

If you would like a less tragic part two please let me know x

[drabbles-mc]

Off the Record

Danny Lyon x F!Reader

Warnings: 18+, language, drinking, smoking, no use of "y/n"

Word Count: 3.5k

A/N: thinking about danny and his cute lil smile always

The best and worst thing was that everyone was just somebody who knew somebody. Anytime a person tried to ask about anyone else, the immediate answer was just who they happened to know, or be married to, or be related to. They were always someone’s friend, some guy that this person knew.

Danny knew that it wasn’t just him that was getting those answers. He knew that people from other clubs would ask Johnny about him, ask who this kid was following them around with a microphone and a camera. They’d ask, understandably so he supposed, why some kid who had to hang onto the back of someone else for dear life had his own set of colors to wear.

Johnny always answered the questions by giving as little of an answer as possible.

“He’s a friend of ours. Good kid.��’

“He takes pictures—can’t ride and take pictures at the same time, now can he?”

“He’s one’a us, the fuck’s it matter to you?”

Danny was smart enough to know that Johnny’s vague, and slightly aggressive, answers to people outside their own club probably saved his ass on more than one occasion. He knew that, was thankful for it too. The frustration came from being on the receiving end of those answers that didn’t do much to answer anything. He wondered if Johnny even knew that he was doing it.

The crowd at the Dayton picnic was massive—bigger than any gathering that Danny had been to so far. There were plenty of people to talk to, more photo opportunities than he had rolls of film. He’d been making his rounds, making sure not to stray too far from the pack that the Vandals had shown up as.

He had the camera strap around his neck, but he didn’t let it hang and rest against his chest. He was still holding onto it, ready to lift it and snap just the right photo at just the right time if the opportunity presented itself. He was scanning the crowd for just that opportunity when he saw you. You were sitting on the closed trunk of someone’s car, maybe it was yours, not that it mattered to him right then. Your legs dangled over the edge of it, boots swinging slightly in front of the license plate. You had a beer in your hand and a grin on your face as you listened to whatever conversation was happening in front of you, the guys all sitting on the ground around one of the dozens of coolers that people had shown up with.

Danny made his way back towards the crowd, keeping you in his peripheral as he walked up to the table that Johnny was sitting on, Betty sitting on the bench in front of him between his legs. He snapped a quick photo of that before approaching to talk to him.

He slunk up to the table, leaning against it but not quite venturing to sit on it the way that Johnny was. He cleared his throat quietly first and then spoke up. “Hey, Johnny?”

Johnny turned to look at him, one hand on Betty’s shoulder, one hand holding a cigarette. “Yeah?”

“I got a question.”

Johnny chuckled. “You always do. That’s kinda your whole thing.”

Danny smiled, giving a shrug as he nodded. “Yeah. Not, um,” he cleared his throat, “not for the book.”

Johnny’s eyebrows shot up at that but he didn’t say anything. Danny couldn’t help but to notice the fact that even though most everyone else wasn’t paying attention, Betty had tuned into the conversation as well. What had originally felt like a bit of a silly question to ask, now suddenly felt much more embarrassing and he hadn’t even spat out the words yet.

He fiddled with the camera in his hands for a moment, cleared his throat again even though there was no need to. “Who’s, you know,” he nodded over in your direction, still perched so nicely on the trunk of that car, “over there on the car. With the boots and…” he trailed off before he made a fool of himself more than he already had.

Betty did him the courtesy of not looking directly at him, which is something that Danny was thankful for even if he didn’t say it. But he could tell by the smile stretching across her face that she knew exactly what was going on.

The same couldn’t be said for her husband, though. Johnny looked over at you, knit his brows in thought for a moment, and then shrugged. “Ah, she’s, you know, she’s one’a Gina’s friends I think.”

Danny nodded to show that he was paying attention, hoping that it would get Johnny to keep talking. He should’ve known better than to hope for that, since Johnny only ever seemed to carry a conversation in three-to-eight-word segments before passing the baton back off again.

“Right,” Danny said, fighting the urge to twist the strap of his camera. “What’s the—”

“Hey!” Johnny called out, cutting Danny off when he saw an argument starting to break out across the lawn. He gently patted Betty’s shoulder, a cue to let him get up. Whatever Danny was going to try and ask him became the least important thing as he took off to try and mediate the mess that was happening.

Danny stood there beside Betty, both of them watching as Johnny stalked off to try and shut down whatever it was that was happening. Considering that Corky was one half of the argument, it couldn’t have been anything too extreme. A nuisance, probably, but nothing that would result in any fists being thrown.

“She’s sweet,” Betty said, still looking at Johnny.

Danny turned and looked at her. “What?”

Betty finally looked up at him, giving a small nod. “She’s a nice girl.”

Danny nodded as he took in what Betty was saying, the look on her face. He and Betty knew each other, of course, but she didn’t ever seem too keen on interviews. He got some photos of her, some of her with Johnny. They’d chat sometimes, but never with a microphone between them. The conversation they were having now felt even more off the record.

“If you want to know what her deal is, I’d suggest you ask her.” There was a levity to her tone that had Danny smiling despite the blush warming his cheeks.

“Right. I just,” he chuckled nervously, “you know.”

Betty laughed as she grabbed the beer bottle that Johnny had been drinking out of. She took a sip before saying, “Put that microphone to good use.”

He cracked a full grin at that. “Yeah, maybe.”

They both turned to look at Johnny, and whatever the argument had been must not have been that important because it was all done and over with now. Johnny and Corky were walking back towards the table with a couple men from a different club in tow. Danny went to lift his camera up to try and snap a photo but before he could press the button, Betty spoke up.

“Go on. There’s a hundred of these guys runnin’ around here today.”

She didn’t say it, but Danny still heard the unspoken, “So use your film for something worthwhile instead,” that was thinly hidden at the end of her statement. He knew that he’d never stop kicking himself if he didn’t take her advice, because it wasn’t as though she was typically one to be doling it out to the guys in the club. So, he let his camera drop back to his chest, and gave Betty a tiny nod of thanks before turning and heading back over towards you.

The guys noticed Danny approaching before you did. Cal and Wahoo were both camped out, half-sprawled on the ground around the cooler. They were watching Danny, smiles growing as they thought up their greeting remarks. Meanwhile your focus was trained on the cigarette between your lips, or more precisely, the lighter you were trying to flick to life to light it. Something about the concentration on your face, the furrow of your brows, had Danny fighting the urge to pick up the lens and snap a photo of you.

“Look who it is,” Cal spoke up with a wave.

“Came to find your models, right?” Wahoo joked, but the proud smile on his face said that he was hoping Danny would humor him.

Danny chuckled, shaking his head. “Almost outta film. Gotta be careful with it.”

They both made sounds of offense that quickly dissolved into laughter. “This fuckin’ guy,” Wahoo muttered, shaking his head.

There was a beat of quiet, the chatter of other groups around keeping it from falling into real silence. You still hadn’t gotten the flame of your lighter to catch. Wahoo’s hazy focus had drifted to other things. Danny was watching you with that little perma-grin on his face and Cal was seeing the whole entire thing.

He chuckled, sitting himself upright, palms flat on the ground now. There was a knowing glint in his eyes. “Danny, you met—”

“Shit,” you muttered, not meaning to cut Cal off but accomplishing that anyway. You shook your head before angrily pitching your lighter as far away from you as possible. You were about to give up and shove the cigarette back into your pack too when all of a sudden there was another lighter being held up in front of you.

“Here,” Danny’s lighter came to life on the first try, his hand cupping to shield it from the non-existent breeze.

You looked at him, your skepticism shining through for a moment before you leaned forward and lit your cigarette off the tiny flame he was offering you. You nodded as you pulled away, smoke slipping from between your lips as you said, “Thanks.”

He smiled as he tucked the lighter back into his pocket. “Welcome.”

Cal spoke up, not willing to let this die out with a three-word exchange. He looked at you, dopey smile on his face. “This is the guy we were tellin’ you about. You know, making the book.”

You turned and looked at Danny then, really looked at him. Maybe you should’ve known that’s who he was. Not that you tried to make a habit of judging based off looks, but he didn’t seem quite like the rest of the guys in the club. Sure, he was wearing the colors, he had his own little gold earring in his ear, tiny bit of scruff coming in. But there was a sweetness to his face that the rest of these guys didn’t have. Didn’t mean that they weren’t nice, of course, but living rough gave people a roughness about them. Danny didn’t look like he had that.

“You’re the one makin’ these guys think they’re pretty enough to model, then?” you asked with a laugh.

Danny laughed, shoulders relaxing at the apparent success of his introduction, even if he wasn’t really the one introducing himself. “Yeah, that’s me.”

You gestured to the two men on the ground in front of you. “Like these boys don’t have big enough heads already.”

Wahoo spoke up, pointing at you with no actual malice. “My head is perfectly sized.”

You rolled your eyes with a grin as you tapped the ash off the end of your cigarette. “Why don’t you lay off the beer for a couple hours and then we’ll talk about it.”

As the laughter among you was starting to quiet, Cal gestured to the trunk of the car where you were sitting. “Sit down, man. Come on. Stay a while.”

Danny chuckled and shook his head at Cal’s lack of subtlety, but he still looked over to you to see if you were going to protest it at all. A smile curled the ends of your lips before you took another drag off your cigarette. You saw the way that his cheeks started to turn pink, but you decided that you’d be kind enough not to say anything about it. Instead, you made a small motion with your hand to the empty side of the trunk, a wordless confirmation of Cal’s invite.

He sat down next to you, camera now in his lap because of the way that the two of you were sitting. He was looking around, trying not to just stare directly at you. It was cute—so was the way that he was still holding onto his camera like he’d be ready to use it at a moment’s notice. You leaned back slightly, bracing yourself with one hand against the car while the other held your cigarette. You smiled before initiating a real introduction, something a little more informative than the commentary Danny had been greeted with. At least this way he’d actually learn your name.

“So,” you inhaled off your cigarette again before continuing, “what do you do when you’re not on the back of one of these guys’ bikes?”

Danny chuckled, looking into your eyes for a moment before he went back to looking at everything else about you too. Suddenly he was thinking that he should light his own cigarette just to have something to keep his hands busy. He didn’t have the security blanket of a microphone between you now.

“I’m in school.” He held up his camera for a moment. “Photography.”

You smiled, nodding. “Makes sense.” You pulled a final drag off your cigarette before flicking the butt of it away. “You’re not from around here, are you?”

He laughed, the tone of it asking the question of, “That obvious?” without him having to say it out loud. “No ma’am. I’m from New York.”

Your eyes widened, the last tendrils of smoke slipping past your lips and into the air as you reiterated it back to him. “New York? And you decided to come here?” You motioned to Cal and Wahoo, who were now both trying to reach in and grab beer bottles for themselves while moving as little as possible. “For them?”

The smile on Danny’s face was warm, a little bit of a sparkle in his eyes. “It’s been fun. I’m glad I’m here.” He paused. “What about you?”

You chuckled. “I’m from around here, yeah. Not, you know,” you gestured to the field, “here. But back home.”

His cheeks darkened. “Yeah, right. No, I meant, um, what do you do? When you’re not,” he mimicked your gesture from a few seconds before, “doing this.”

Whether it was because you’d been smiling so consistently, or because your smile had just kept growing, you weren’t sure, but either way you could feel the ache starting in your cheeks. It wasn’t enough to dampen your expression. “This how all your interviews go?”

He shook his head. “I didn’t think this was an interview.” He dragged his hand down the side of his face, fingers running through his beard. “Would’ve prepared better.”

“Probably still should have!” Wahoo piped up.

You rolled your eyes at him. “Make yourself useful, will ya? Grab us a couple’a beers?”

He groaned dramatically. “Gonna make me get up?”

You nudged him lightly with the toe of your boot. “Yeah, I am.”

You let the silence stretch for as long as it needed to while Wahoo grabbed beers for both of you. He grumbled the whole time but you also caught the fact that he was trying not to laugh. It was too much fun giving each other a hard time. You were waiting for him to dramatically throw himself back onto the ground, but instead he headed off to where some more of the guys were sitting. It only took a couple seconds for Cal to get up and wander off in a completely different direction, leaving the two of you with some comment about having seen some guy with a bike that had carburetors he wanted to take a closer look at.

Once you took a swig of the beer Wahoo had handed you, you got around to answering Danny’s original question. “I work at a diner across town from The Stoplight.” You chuckled at his slightly confused expression. “That’s what I do when I’m not doin’ this.”

He laughed, nodding. “Right.” He toyed with the bottle between his hands. “How’d you meet these guys, then?” He chuckled. “They don’t seem like the diner types.”

You could feel how ridiculous and cheesy your grin was but you couldn’t stop it, either. “No, no they’re not. Not anymore, anyway.” You paused, bringing the bottle to your lips. “Gina did my nails a couple times. We got talkin’ and she asked if I wanted to grab a drink.” You laughed and shook your head at the mild ludicrousness of it all. “Didn’t think that she was gonna take me to the other side of town and into a biker bar, but it turned out alright.”

“Seems to be a common theme,” Danny commented with a soft laugh.

You shrugged. “Yeah, kind of. But I think it’s, you know, it’s ‘cause they’re just guys. They’re guys with bikes. And yeah, they’ve got,” you gently tugged on the hem of the vest he was wearing, “matching outfits and loud mufflers. But they’re alright. Just…don’t’ look it when they’re all traveling like a pack of wolves together.” You paused and saw that starry look back in his eyes again. “Now this feels more like an interview.”

He held his hands up in surrender. “No microphone. All off the record.”

“Real reassuring, thank you,” you joked, allowing your shoulder to press up against his. You paused. “How long before you go back to New York?”

He shrugged. “At least ‘til I finish school—got a few more years. Why?”

You shook your head. “Just askin’. Making the interview go both ways.”

There was a flutter in his chest when he saw your smile, the glint in your eyes. He turned his torso so that he was facing you more directly. “If we’re interviewing, then I need to take your picture.” He set the beer bottle down on the trunk and lifted the camera instead. “For the book.”

“Mhm,” you hummed, letting it dissolve into laughter as he brought the camera up in front of his face. “For the book, I’m sure.” You watched as he lowered the camera just slightly, enough so that he could look you in the eyes. “What do you want me to…?”

He shrugged. “Whatever you want. It’s your picture.”

You rolled your eyes. “It’s your book.”

“I almost took one of you earlier,” he confessed without thinking twice about it, “when you were trying to light your cigarette.”

That got a loud but genuine laugh out of you. “Something about me lookin’ pissed off felt photo-worthy?”

He was still just smiling, nodding. “Something, yeah.”

You were laughing, rolling your eyes as you rested your beer bottle on top of your leg, not caring about the condensation soaking into your jeans from the bottom of it. “You are somethin’ else.” Just as you tilted your head back up to look at him again you heard the click of the camera. Your face instantly felt warm. “Do I at least get to see it before you go sendin’ it places?”

“I’ll let you see it,” he promised with a nod.

“Alright. Guess that’s fair.” Setting your bottle off to the side, you wiped your hands off on your jeans before motioning for him to hand the camera over to you. “Let’s see that.”

“What?” he asked, a confused laugh tumbling past his lips.

“Photos go both ways too,” you quipped with a grin.

He hesitated for a moment, but he handed his camera over to you. He saw the way you were practically giddy as you held it carefully in your hands.

“Not usually on this side of the lens,” he said as his gaze diverted off for a moment.

Your smile softened. “I’m sure you’ll do just fine. You can do whatever you want, remember?”

He laughed and shook his head at you. In his time following the Vandals around, he’d come to realize just how easy it was to feel so close to people. There was an immersive nature to the club and the people in it. Still, he found himself getting a little bit of the wind knocked out of him as he looked over at you, watching the way you carefully turned his camera over in your hands to look at it more closely.

You felt the way that he was watching you, and for a moment you thought that he was just making sure that you weren’t about to drop or break one of his most prized possessions. But when you actually looked at him, and saw the wistful expression on his face, those worries instantly faded away.

Lifting up the camera, you pressed your eye to the viewfinder. When you filled the frame with Danny, a little glimpse of chaos in the far-off background but all the real focus on that quirky little smile on his face, you felt like you were starting to understand why he was content to follow these guys around like this. You must’ve been lost in your thoughts long enough to make him wonder, because he gave just the tiniest tilt of his head as he laughed, and that was when you snapped the photo.

Handing the camera back to him, you said, “Gotta let me see that one too.”

Danny chuckled and nodded, red blooming across his cheeks again. “I’ll make sure of it.”

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Being Danny’s girl

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da masterlist (main hive)

✎ elementary-teacher!reader x biker!benny 🏍️

residue

da beginning:

✎ sweet talkin’

✎ honey, are you comin’?

to be continued….

goin’ steady:

✎ teachin’ a lesson

✎ wearin’ that loved on look

to be continued….

bein’ married:

✎ m’no good

to be continued…

baby honey:

to be continued…

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honey interviews from the vault curtesy of danny lyon !

(🎤︎) session 1

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hello there! I would love to read any of your thoughts/fics about Cal and/or Danny!

OR?! I could never pick between them, but for the sake of introductions let's start with thoughts because the fics are coming don't you worry. They just need a little fine tuning

Teeny thoughts/HCs for both below the cut (it's yap central up in here)🥰

Cal

I'm so obsessed with the way he talks, like absolutely entranced by his cadence and I love every scene of him telling some story. and I know that he'd know that, maybe not right away but eventually he'd recognize the look you give him around the bonfire while he's talking to the group is the same one you give him late in the evening close to the final page of your date nights. OH MY GOD!

when you find out he speaks french! i'm woozy just thinking about it, (i don't even care that i can't understand quebecois for the life of me) you'd ask him to say something to you just so you could hear the sound of it. even if he's gotten a little rusty since he hasn't has anyone to speak it with, and even if all he can recite are the few stories he remembers from his childhood, or motorcycle parts he's learned from the translations on the back of manuals. like a late night and you cant sleep and you just want the sound of his voice to relax to...he might not totally understand the attraction, but he's not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and if you're into it who is he to deny you such a simple wish?

and I don't think he'd be the type to be one of those "my old ball and chain" guys, like he's undoubtedly in love with you and in love with being around you as often as possible. so if you're home while he's working in the garage he's setting up a lawn chair for you to relax in, just to keep him company, if the weather's nice he's putting it out in the sun for you and if it's a little too hot he sets you up in the shade with a little cooler with whatever the two of you are into that week. and he's certainly not letting you lift a finger. not because he thinks you'll break something (which like you might, but who am i to judge) but because he doesn't want you getting grease all over your outfit or roughing up those soft, pretty hands of yours. he just wants your company

Danny

for right now in this moment, i'm all over the idea of being his "girl back home" like he's out in chicago with all these bikers getting into god knows what kind of trouble, while you're safe at home just thinking about him every hour of every day. of course he calls whenever he gets the chance, but it's never a sure thing with the amount of time he spends out on the longer runs. and long distance calls are expensive, but every time he does it's so precious. the few times you hear some new midwestern phrase or pronunciation slip in and get a few extra seconds on the call just to poke a little more fun at him.

the guys get ahold of his wallet one day and can't believe he's kept you a secret this long. 3 different pictures of you sit in the accordion folded holder between the fold of his wallet and he thanks god for the feeling he got that morning he should change the ones he had in before (much more,,,invigorating if you will), for these three that he brought with him too, just to be sure he can see all your different expressions every time he reaches into his back pocket.

AND WHEN YOU COME TO VISIT!! at first he's not so sure it's the best idea, worrying you won't like the guys or something might happen once you're there, but all that is secondary the moment he thinks about how long it's been since he's last seen you, and before he knows it he's calling you back and taking you up on that offer to get a week off of work and coming to see him. Once you're there he's not leaving your side for a minute, firstly because he feels the need to let everyone else know you're his (and that you are real, as much as Zipco and Wahoo tried to get him to admit to the pictures in his wallet being magazine clippings because what's a girl like you doing with a pinko "college-boy" like him) and second because he's missed you so much for so long and he doesn't know the next time you'll be back so he's getting every second he can with you

and oh goodness are you impressed with this new look he's adopted. so different from what he used to wear to class or out walking around the city together, but still it fits him so well. your knees almost give out the 3rd day of your visit when he comes out from his bedroom in a black tank top and his denim vest...and maybe you do feign heat exhaustion just so he'll take you home early on the back of the bike he's spent so many phone calls telling you about...just because the heat was a more internal kind doesn't mean it's any less real. or maybe the exhaustion was just that you were getting tired of seeing him look that hot without doing anything about it. either way he hasn't seen you pull him up his apartment stairs that fast since you first started dating

and not maybe, but certainly, your trip goes from one week to two to a month until the tragic reality of responsibility sinks in and you realize you really are running out of clothes...

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danny is so in love with you n'gets a little weird about it!!! this is insane!!!

danny bein' pathetically obsessed with you :'(

danny who knows you're off limits, but he still can't help but think about you when he's in bed an' he can't sleep because you said hi to him a couple of hours ago and he's just supposed to act normal after that? :'(

danny who quietly watches the way benny n'johnny love on ya n'takes notes just in case he ever gets an opportunity. you like your jaw cupped when you're kissed - he could do that. you like rubbin' your face against the scruff of johnny's neck - danny could try growin' his out :'( he's not all that tall, but he bought these new boots with heels! you like tall boys, don't you? :'( and no, he's not the biggest guy around, but he's been eatin' all his meat and potatoes to bulk up - you'd like that, wouldn't you? :'(

danny who "accidentally" walked in on you throatin' benny the other night n'hasn't been able to think of anything since. he's perpetually hard :'( he's jerked his cock so much that it hurts - hurts so bad - but he can't help but pathetically fuck his fist over and over while he thinks of everything your pretty mouth can do :'( how you can smile n'how your laugh escapes your lips often too quickly for you to catch and how your cheeks hollow as you suck :'( danny swears he didn't know someone could look so pretty with tears and snot dribblin' down their face until he saw you wrapped around benny and oh god, he's gonna cum again.

danny who secretly carries a picture of you in his wallet :'( when he goes to new york for a photography program n'his roommates ask him who you are he lies through his goddamn teeth. "s'my girl." he tells 'em with a shrug as if it's not a big deal when it would very much be the biggest deal if you loved him. he's a fucking liar, but it really helps, he thinks. it eases the pain of the truth just a bit when he tells the guys about when the two of ya started dating - "summer a'last year. yeah, met 'er at this bar" - n'how you were each others' firsts - "first everythin', y'know? special shit. sharin' such a fragile thing like that." - oh, and how much your daddy loves 'em - "the old man n'i go fishin' from time to time. he's just waitin' for the day i propose" - and ugh he loves this life he has created!!! it's so good!!!

danny who comes back to chicago and you're... pregnant? he's happy! of course he is because, my god, you're glowin' and all the guys are overjoyed and danny definitely doesn't cry himself to sleep that night!!! no!!! that's weird!!! he'd never!!! and he'd certainly not fool himself into thinkin' that's his baby!!! that you're full of him!!! he would simply never do a thing like that!!!!

"yeah, we're due in february." lights from times square illuminate his smile.

"wow! congrats, danny boy!"

danny who is not crazy! he just loves you n'that little one growin' in your tummy. and, you know, even if he were a little crazy, that would be just fine, right? s'not like he'd ever let you know the depth of his affections an' johnny n'benny would surely kill 'em over it, so he just lives his life fuckin' infatuated with you. he lives a fuckin' lie because it's better to do that than to not have you at all.

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Show Me The Way Home  by  storm_of_sharp_things        

Commander James "Hurricane" Bond of the RAF is an instructor at the multinational Lightning Force training program at MCAS Beaufort, South Carolina, with Q as the civilian technical chief. Lieutenant Danny "Peach" Holt was part of the program, but after his pilot, Lieutanant Aiden "Joker" Cafferty was killed, he left to run a bar near the base. Lieutenant Alex "Runner" Turner is the RAF pilot of a mixed team, flying with Marine Lieutenant Ron "Slider" Kerner.

Do Maverick and Goose even need an introduction? Anyway, the canonical deaths in Top Gun and London Spy do not happen here, sorry for the spoilers, this is mainly about negotiating relationships and seeking comfort in your partners. Also, cuddle piles.

Social Navigation by aliensundermybed, Anyawen 

Freddie Lyon is going to a party. A posh party at a country house filled with posh socialites —and his bloody annoying (and attractive) neighbor, James Bond. As he continues his investigations into the murder of Ruth Elms, and learns a few things about Bond as well. Interesting things ...

Bright Wings by  IrishWitch58 

Bond sees something astonishing at the end of a mission gone wrong. Did he see what he thinks he did? And what is Q hiding? 

as close to hell by midrashic 

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Drabbles-MC: The Bikeriders Fics

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👀 = smut, 💔 = angst

- Even if You Don't (Benny Cross x Johnny Davis)

- Static on the Line (Benny Cross x Johnny Davis)

- The Depths (Benny Cross x Kathy Cross)

- Something I Need (Cal x F!Reader)

- Common Ground (Kathy Cross & Johnny Davis)

- Stickin' Around (Benny Cross & Cal & Johnny Davis)

- Off the Record (Danny Lyon x F!Reader)

- Here On Out (Benny Cross x Kathy Cross) 💔

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JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

Fan-favorite creators GAIL SIMONE and CAT STAGGS make their stunning Image debut with this mind-bending new ongoing series!

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JUNE 21 / 100 PAGES / FC / M / $9.99

“THE MERGING OF MULTIPLE EARTHS,” Conclusion

Giant-sized 25th anniversary special! Savage Dragon is restored to his former glory as he bulks up to take on Darklord in a final battle! Mr. Glum’s devious plot to merge the multi-verse comes to its cataclysmic conclusion! Savage Dragon and Malcolm Dragon join forces to save Angel Murphy and the very earth itself!

SAVAGE DRAGON: WARFARE TP

STORY / ART / COVER: ERIK LARSEN

JUNE 14 / 128 PAGES / FC / M / $19.99

Spawn, Ant, and Malcolm Dragon face their greatest challenge—ever! Battle Girl fights for her life in Dimension-X. Savage Dragon is released from jail. And Mr. Glum goes on trial.

Collects SAVAGE DRAGON #217-222

KILL THE MINOTAUR #1

STORY: CHRIS PASETTO & CHRISTIAN CANTAMESSA • ART / COVER: LUKAS KETNER & JEAN-FRANCOIS BEAULIEU

JUNE 14 / 40 PAGES/ FC / M / $3.99

Athens lost the war to Crete. Now, they pay tribute to King Minos by sacrificing their best citizens to his unearthly labyrinth. Conspirators believe Theseus can be the hero they need to end the mad king’s bloody reign…but no one on this world has ever encountered anything like the savage minotaur.

CHRIS PASETTO, CHRISTIAN CANTAMESSA (Red Dead Redemption) and LUKAS KETNER (WITCH DOCTOR) reinvent the most fearsome beast of all with this horrific tale of heroism. Each issue features 30 pages of story!

SEPTEMBER MOURNING, VOL. 1

STORY: MARIAH McCOURT, EMILY LAZAR • ART: SUMEYYE KESGIN

COVER: MARC SILVESTRI

JUNE 14 / 48 PAGES / FC / T+ / $4.99

SERIES PREMIERE

September Mourning has no past that she can remember, only a strange and shadowy present filled with the voices of the dead. Turned into a unique hybrid by the former Reaper of the lonely, injured, and abused, September Mourning is the only human/reaper to exist. Tasked with reaping the souls of the “worthless” by her mysterious tattoo, September hides and protects them until she can help them realize the last thing they had left undone in life. Whether it’s aiding souls to expose abusers, find lost loves, or settle old debts, in each case September is guided by voice of the Skullfly, which only she can hear.

SHIRTLESS BEAR-FIGHTER! #1 (OF 5)

STORY: JODY LEHEUP & SEBASTIAN GIRNER • ART: NIL VENDRELL & MIKE SPICER

COVER A: ANDREW ROBINSON • COVER B: TOM FOWLER • COVER C: ANDY SURIANO

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

SERIES PREMIERE

After being betrayed by the bears that raised him, the legendary Shirtless Bear-Fighter wanders the forest he’s sworn to protect, fistfighting bears, eating flapjacks, and being the angriest man the world has ever known! When wild-eyed, super-strong bears attack the citizens of Major City, Shirtless ventures into the human world to do what he does best…PUNCH THOSE BEARS IN THE FACE! But all is not as it seems. Someone is manipulating Shirtless…and only by confronting the demons of his past can Shirtless hope to save his future!

A heart-filled, hilarious, tall tale for the ages… you don’t want to miss SHIRTLESS BEAR-FIGHTER!

WINNEBAGO GRAVEYARD #1 (OF 4)

STORY: STEVE NILES • ART / COVER A: ALISON SAMPSON, Stéphane PAITREAU, JORDIE BELLAIRE, ADITYA BIDIKAR

COVER B: MINGJUE HELEN CHEN

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

SERIES PREMIERE

An American family traveling on vacation finds themselves stranded in a small town with a sinister secret.

BITCH PLANET: TRIPLE FEATURE #1

STORY: CHERYL LYNN EATON, ANDREW AYDIN & CONLEY LYONS • ART: MARIA FRÖHLICH, JOANNA ESTEP

COVER: VALENTINE DE LANDRO

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

DECONNICK & DE LANDRO PRESENT: THE TRIPLE FEATURE!

Ripped directly from the world of BITCH PLANET, a crack team of creators spin three teeth-clenching tales of rage, revolution, and ridicule.

PLUS: Essays, letter column, and more!

100% Grade A satire. Accept no substitutes.

BLACK MAGICK #6

STORY: GREG RUCKA • ART / COVER A: NICOLA SCOTT

COVER B: LIAM SHARPE

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

NEW STORY ARC

What the hell is the deal with Rowan Black, anyway? For that matter, just how many “real” witches are there? What is the bond that ties Rowan and Alex together? Is the series really coming back, or is this just the creative team messing with your heads?

Yes, it’s true—the critically acclaimed series returns with a standalone story detailing how Rowan was awakened to her family’s legacy…and the enormous cost of being its inheritor.

BULLETPROOF COFFIN: THE THOUSAND YARD STARE (ONE-SHOT)

STORY: MISTER DAVID HINE • ART / COVER: SHAKY KANE

JUNE 7 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

The long-awaited sequel to THE BULLETPROOF COFFIN!

When indie publisher Image Nation hires Shaky Kane to write and draw his own comic book, the artist finally finds himself free from the tedium of visualizing the geriatric ramblings of washed-up hack, David Hine. See the awful consequences as jealous rivalry leads to a bloody showdown on the convention floor.

SEVEN TO ETERNITY #7

STORY: RICK REMENDER • ART / COVER B: JAMES HARREN & MATT HOLLINGSWORTH

COVER A: JEROME OPEÑA & MATT HOLLINGSWORTH

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

NEW ARTIST

Now suffering from the aftermath of the sentient swamp, The Mosak follow Adam to Jevalia’s childhood home to discover a trampled paradise, the bled souls of its heroes, and a fetid industry thirsting for more.

SEVEN TO ETERNITY is proud to welcome superstar JAMES HARREN as a special guest artist to unveil the heights of heroism in a world awash with corruption.

SHUTTER #29

STORY: JOE KEATINGE • ART / COVER: LEILA DEL DUCA & OWEN GIENI

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

NEW STORY ARC • “CODA OBSCURA, PART ONE: WHAT YEARS MAY COME”

SHUTTER returns and begins to say goodbye with a look at what the future holds for absolutely everyone readers met along the way.

SOUTHERN CROSS #13

STORY / COVER: BECKY CLOONAN • ART: ANDY BELANGER & LEE LOUGHRIDGE

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

NEW STORY ARC • “THE CRYPT DIMENSION,” Part One

The SOUTHERN CROSS rises from the methane sea of Titan for its third terrifying season! Retired detective Hazel Conroy and her unlikely crew of misfits, mutants, and liars board the cursed spaceship for what might be their final adventure. Surprising, smart, and delightfully scary, SOUTHERN CROSS is the most fun you can have without getting killed by aliens.

SUN BAKERY #5

STORY / ART / COVER: COREY LEWIS

JUNE 28 / 48 PAGES / FC / M / $4.99

NEW STORY ARC • “SOUL OF SHARKNIFE,” Part One

Great jumping-on point! Two new series kick off in SUN BAKERY #5: “SOUL OF SHARKNIFE,” the long-awaited return of indie comics superhero Sharknife in a brand-new adventure, and “FREEZE,” a fantastical breakdancing battle. “BAT RIDER” continues his supernatural skateboarding adventure, and more micro comics abound in SUN BAKERY #5.

WAYWARD #21

STORY: JIM ZUB • ART / COVER A: STEVEN CUMMINGS & TAMRA BONVILLAIN

COVER B: HICHAM HABCHI

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

NEW STORY ARC • “TETHERED SOULS,” Part One

Nikaido’s powers are growing, and he’s not the only one…

WAYWARD unleashes myth into the modern world. It’s the perfect time to get on board and see what all the excitement is about!

BIRTHRIGHT #25

STORY: JOSHUA WILLIAMSON • ART / COVER: ANDREI BRESSAN & ADRIANO LUAS

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $2.99

END OF STORY ARC

For 25 issues, the Rhodes family has seen it all—the return of their lost son Mikey, his transformation into a hero of legend, and the existence of mages and horrific monsters on Earth. But nothing can prepare them for what happens in this anniversary 25th issue!

BLACK CLOUD #3

STORY: JASON LATOUR & IVAN BRANDON • ART / COVER: GREG HINKLE & MATT WILSON

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

What’s worse, a memory or a bad dream? Zelda is stuck in one and running from the other.

THE BLACK MONDAY MURDERS #7

STORY: JONATHAN HICKMAN • ART / COVER: TOMM COKER

JUNE 14 / 40 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

“The Scales”

Accounts are balanced and old grudges are settled. Revenge is the order of the day.

CANNIBAL #6

STORY: BRIAN BUCCELLATO & JENNIFER YOUNG • ART / COVER: MATÍAS BERGARA

JUNE 7 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

Grady and Louise must deal with the ramifications of Danny’s escape from prison as Cash comes to grips with Jolene’s fate.

COPPERHEAD #14

STORY: JAY FAERBER • ART: DREW MOSS & RON RILEY

COVER: SCOTT GODLEWSKI & RON RILEY

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC

Clara has a violent encounter with the mayor’s killer—while a new threat closes in on Copperhead.

DEADLY CLASS #30

STORY: RICK REMENDER • ART / COVER A: WES CRAIG & JORDAN BOYD

COVER B: STEPHANE ROUX

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

A gnarly party gets ruined.

THE DYING AND THE DEAD #5 (OF 10)

STORY: JONATHAN HICKMAN • ART / COVER: RYAN BODENHEIM

JUNE 28 / 40 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

“TO STEAL AN EMPIRE”

When you’ve had everything taken from you, does it matter if they take a little more?

ECLIPSE #8

STORY: ZACK KAPLAN • ART / COVER: GIOVANNI TIMPANO

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC

As the sun sets on the second arc, secrets are revealed about the mysterious men who don’t burn in deadly sunlight. But as Cielo infiltrates her father’s company for answers and Bax tries to escape a war zone full of armed soldiers, both must decide which side they’re truly on.

ELEPHANTMEN #78

STORY: RICHARD STARKINGS • ART: AXEL MEDELLIN

COVER: BOO COOK

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

“EXTINCTION”

Hip Flask and Farrell follow a lead out into the desert and face the grim reality of life for Elephantmen in 2260.

ETERNAL EMPIRE #2

STORY: JONATHAN LUNA & SARAH VAUGHN • ART / COVER: JONATHAN LUNA

JUNE 7 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

The Eternal Empress has waged war against the countries of Saia for over 100 years, and now her sights are set on the last country standing. Within the brutal Empire’s workforce, a young man receives strange visions that give him the courage to escape his fate…or run straight toward it.

EXTREMITY #4

STORY/ART/COVER: DANIEL WARREN JOHNSON • COLOR: MIKE SPICER

JUNE 7 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

As Thea’s guerilla warfare against the Paznina intensifies, her father comes face-to-face with the man who killed his wife.

THE FEW #6 (OF 6)

STORY: SEAN LEWIS • ART / COVER: HAYDEN SHERMAN

JUNE 21 / 56 PAGES / FC / M / $4.99

MINISERIES FINALE

The critically acclaimed maxiseries comes to its massive end! Edan’s secret is out. With no family, no allies, and no country, she is left to do the one thing the desperate have available to them: lash out. As she sets her sights on the Palace and the government she fought so hard for, Peter and Davey question how much someone has to do to make you trust them again…

GOD COUNTRY #6

STORY: DONNY CATES • ART: GEOFF SHAW, JASON WORDIE & JOHN J. HILL

COVER A: GEOFF SHAW • COVER B: GERARDO ZAFFINO

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

MINISERIES FINALE

Our story comes to an earth-shattering conclusion as Valofax meets its maker, Roy learns what it means to be a father, and Emmett Quinlan confronts God in the dying Kingdom of Always…

GREEN VALLEY #9 (OF 9)

STORY: MAX LANDIS • ART / COVER: GIUSEPPE CAMUNCOLI, CLIFF RATHBURN & JEAN-FRANCOIS BEAULIEU

JUNE 14 / 48 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

MINISERIES FINALE • GIANT-SIZED final issue!

The knights of Kelodia were once the finest in the land, until they faced the wizard of Green Valley. Now, their epic, time-bending quest comes to a close in this extra-sized issue, and history will never be the same again.

GRRL SCOUTS: MAGIC SOCKS #2 (OF 6)

STORY / ART / COVER A: JIM MAHFOOD • COLORS: JUSTIN STEWART

COVER B: BILL SIENKIEWICZ

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

Things heat up as the origins of the mysterious Magic Socks are revealed! After betraying Gwen and Rita, Daphne engages in an epic battle against her little cousin Josie. This second issue is stuffed to the gills with an action-packed story, bonus art, soundtrack, and sketchbook. Plus, a variant cover by the legendary BILL SIENKIEWICZ! Pure fun! Pure flavor!

HADRIAN’S WALL #8 (of 8)

STORY: KYLE HIGGINS & ALEC SIEGEL • ART / COVER: ROD REIS

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

MINISERIES FINALE • FINAL ISSUE!

In their final moments together, will Simon and Annabelle be able to move past their pain? Or will they both die alone?

HEAD LOPPER #6

STORY / ART / COVER A: ANDREW MACLEAN • COLORS: JORDIE BELLAIRE

COVER B: BENJAMIN MARRA

JUNE 21 / 48 PAGES / FC / T+ / $5.99

“QUEST FOR THE CRYSTAL EYES”

The search for the Crystal Eyes begins. Norgal and Agatha try one door, Zhaania and Xho another. What terrors lie in wait beyond? What traps are set for springing? Only Ulrich the Twice Damned knows for certain. The way forward is unclear but our heroes press on into the strange.

HORIZON #12

STORY: BRANDON THOMAS • ART: JUAN GEDEON & MIKE SPICER

COVER: JASON HOWARD

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $2.99

END OF STORY ARC

Zhia Malen came to Earth to make sure humanity would never endanger her planet. Now, she’s on the verge of landing her most lethal attack yet… Plus, a revelation that will have you rushing to reread the previous 11 issues!

I HATE FAIRYLAND #13

STORY: SKOTTIE YOUNG • ART: SKOTTIE YOUNG & DEAN RANKINE

COVER A: SKOTTIE YOUNG • COVER B (F**K FAIRYLAND VARIANT): SKOTTIE YOUNG

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

“LARRY’S LIFE”

Find out what Larry’s life could have been like if he had never met Gert.

IMAGE+ #15

JUNE 28 / 64 PAGES / FC / $1.99

IMAGE+ features in-depth interviews with creators, extended previews of upcoming titles, insightful essays, spotlights on comic shops, and everything fans want to know about what’s coming soon from Image Comics. In addition, every issue features a chapter of the ongoing THE WALKING DEAD story “HERE’S NEGAN!” revealing the origin of the fan-favorite villain, created by the New York Times bestselling team of ROBERT KIRKMAN & CHARLIE ADLARD! IMAGE+, the Magazine of the Year in the 2016 Diamond Gem Awards, is where to go when you want to know what’s new and hot at Image Comics.

INJECTION #14

STORY: WARREN ELLIS • ART / COVER A & B: DECLAN SHALVEY & JORDIE BELLAIRE

JUNE 21 / 24 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

“Something lies beneath the henge and the megaliths and the moor, and the storm may wake it.”

INVINCIBLE #137

STORY: ROBERT KIRKMAN • ART / COVER: RYAN OTTLEY & NATHAN FAIRBAIRN

JUNE 21 / 24 PAGES / FC/ M / $2.99

“THE END OF ALL THINGS,” Part Five

This issue has everything! Mark and Eve in peril! Allen’s fleet chased by Thragg’s forces! Terra learning to use her powers! Robot doing something (else) evil! Did we mention Tether Tyrant? All this and Debbie Grayson momming the hell out of the cover!

KILL OR BE KILLED #10

STORY: ED BRUBAKER • ART: SEAN PHILLIPS & ELIZABETH BREITWEISER

COVER: SEAN PHILLIPS

JUNE 28 / 40 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC

As his life spins out of control, Dylan and his demon come face-to-face once again.

LOW #19

STORY: RICK REMENDER • ART / COVER: GREG TOCCHINI & DAVE MCCAIG

COVER B: STEPHANE ROUX

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC • “OUTER ASPECTS OF INNER ATTITUDES,” Conclusion

Death comes to the drowning city as Tajo and her crew fight to inspire the citizens of Salus to not go gentle into that good night.

MAGDALENA, VOL. 4 #4

STORY: TINI HOWARD & RYAN CADY • ART / COVER: CHRISTIAN DIBARI

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC

That which should be bound has been freed, and that which needs to fight has been detained. Demons may have us in numbers, but God’s on our side. Our first testament ends here.

MANIFEST DESTINY #30

STORY: CHRIS DINGESS • ART / COVER: MATTHEW ROBERTS & OWEN GIENI

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $2.99

END OF STORY ARC

Sacagawea the warrior. Sacagawea the mother.

MIRROR #9

STORY / ART: EMMA RÍOS & HWEI LIM

COVER: HWEI LIM

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

Meetings and reunions link the uncertain fates of the Irzah animals to the destiny of Tekton Ninua.

THE OLD GUARD #5

STORY: GREG RUCKA • ART/COVER: LEANDRO FERNÁNDEZ

JUNE 21 / 40 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC • “PART FIVE”

Conclusion. The Old Guard falls. Literally.

THE OLD GUARD will return in 2018!

OUTCAST #29

STORY: ROBERT KIRKMAN • ART / COVER: PAUL AZACETA & ELIZABETH BREITWEISER

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $2.99

“UNWELCOMED”

There are certain places Outcasts just should not go. Kyle and his father have taken a huge risk.

PAKLIS #2

STORY: DUSTIN WEAVER & D.J. BRYANT • ART / COVER: DUSTIN WEAVER

JUNE 28 / 56 PAGES / FC / T+ / $5.99

A spy becomes involved with the subject of his surveillance in this issue’s short story, “An Empty Shell in the Ocean.” Then Tara heads deeper into the Shadow Zone where she battles Nerial pilots in a deadly dogfight and discovers an unbelievable binary planetary system while on her search for Amnia in “Amnia Cycle,” Part Two. And we learn just how big the galaxy is in “Sagittarius A*,” Part Three.

PAPER GIRLS #15

STORY: BRIAN K. VAUGHAN • ART: CLIFF CHIANG & MATT WILSON

COVER: CLIFF CHIANG

JUNE 7 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $2.99

END OF STORY ARC • EXPLOSIVE END OF A STORY ARC!

It’s the end of an era as KJ, Mac, Tiffany, and Erin must do the unthinkable to escape our prehistoric past. 24 pages of story on the best paper in comics, and still only $2.99!

PLANETOID PRAXIS #5 (OF 6)

STORY / ART / COVER: KEN GARING

JUNE 7 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

Unrest in the settlement culminates in an attack on Heliocor…with lethal results!

PLASTIC #3 (OF 5)

STORY: DOUG WAGNER • ART: DANIEL HILLYARD & LAURA MARTIN

COVER A: ANDREW ROBINSON • COVER B: DANIEL HILLYARD

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

With a new girl along for the ride (who, surprisingly, is an actual living, breathing person), Edwyn continues his head-chopping rampage to save the love of his life…but the Dixie Mafia have some rather devious plans of their own.

REDNECK #3

STORY: DONNY CATES • ART/COVER: LISANDRO ESTHERREN & DEE CUNNIFFE

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

What lurks in the attic of the Bowman house? With everything going to hell for his family, Bartlett must confront the one sonuvabitch that puts fear in other vampires. And what exactly do the Bowman boys have planned for Father Landry?

REGRESSION #2

STORY: CULLEN BUNN • ART/COVER: DANNY LUCKERT & MARIE ENGER

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / $3.99

Adrian’s descent into madness and horror continues! In an attempt to rid himself of terrifying waking nightmares, Adrian agreed to undergo past life regression therapy. Now it seems that something sinister has followed Adrian back from a past life into this one!

RENATO JONES: SEASON TWO #2 (OF 5)

STORY / ART / COVER: KAARE KYLE ANDREWS

JUNE 7 / 48 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

“THE FREELANCER,” Part Two

The government is burning. Corruption has taken power. Billionaires rule the world. And only one freelancer has the tools them make them “CHOKE ON THI$!”

Don’t miss part two of the largest audience to witness a comic book, period!

ROCK CANDY MOUNTAIN #3

STORY / ART / COVER: KYLE STARKS

JUNE 7 / 24 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

Well, it looks like our train-jumping hobo boys have finally seen where the wheel meets the ground. This issue, we learn about the difference between bums and hobos, why Jackson is so good at fighting, and what the Literal Devil wants with our Hobo Hero. Also, yeah, as always, there’s fighting. HOBO FIGHTING.

ROSE #3

STORY: MEREDITH FINCH • ART/COVER A: IG GUARA

COVER B: JOYCE CHIN

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / T / $3.99

Desperate for allies, Rose and Ila look for help in the most unlikely of places. Rose confronts the truth about—and feels the burden of—her magical abilities. Can she really be some kind of savior? Meanwhile, Thorne makes a heartbreaking discovery about his own role in the future of the land.

ROYAL CITY #4

STORY / ART / COVER: JEFF LEMIRE

JUNE 21/ 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

It all falls down. The delicate balancing act that has been keeping the fragile lives of each Pike family member aloft comes crashing down. And with his past finally catching up to him, Pat’s sins are revealed, but it may be too late to make amends. The penultimate chapter of ROYAL CITY’s first storyline delivers shocking twists and heartbreaking truths.

SAGA #44

ART / COVER: FIONA STAPLES • STORY: BRIAN K. VAUGHAN

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $2.99

Hazel and her family search for elusive treasure: affordable healthcare.

SAMARITAN #2

STORY: MATT HAWKINS • ART / COVER: ATILIO ROJO

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

Sam kidnaps the CEO of Northlock Industries, a massive military industrial complex company that’s linked to the president, and begins her plan to take him down. She comes to terms with the fact that it may very well be a suicide mission.

SEX CRIMINALS #20

STORY: MATT FRACTION • ART / COVER: CHIP ZDARSKY

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC

All good things, like sex, crime, and this arc of SEX CRIMINALS, come to an end. And this one ends with CHARACTERS doing THINGS and making CHOICES that CHANGE EVERYTHING! In terms of, y’know, the SEX CRIMINALS comic book. Everything’s still the same over in, like, Batman or whatever.

SEX CRIMINALS #20 XXX JOE QUINONES VARIANT

STORY: MATT FRACTION • ART: CHIP ZDARSKY

COVER: JOE QUINONES

JUNE 21 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $4.69

JOE QUINONES. XXX Variant. Artiste of Howard the Duck. GOD if only there was some way to turn that title into something dirty.

SONS OF THE DEVIL #13

STORY: BRIAN BUCCELLATO • ART / COVER: TONI INFANTE

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

“THE NINE”

Travis must decide how far he is willing to go to save his siblings, Melissa, and his newborn son!

SPAWN #275

STORY: TODD McFARLANE • ART: SZYMON KUDRANSKI

COVER A: HICHAM HIBACHI • COVER B: B&W Variant of Cover A

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / T / $2.99

SAM AND TWITCH ARE BACK!!!

STRAY BULLETS: SUNSHINE & ROSES #25

STORY / ART / COVER: DAVID LAPHAM

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / BW / M / $3.99

An unholy (and objectively quite icky) union leads to a massacre in a small town.

THEY’RE NOT LIKE US #18

STORY: ERIC STEPHENSON • ART: SIMON GANE & JORDIE BELLAIRE

COVER: SIMON GANE & FONOGRAFIKS

JUNE 28 / 24 PAGES / FC / M / $2.99

SERIES FINALE

Syd makes a decision with life-altering implications for everyone.

THINK TANK: ANIMAL #4

STORY: MATT HAWKINS • ART / COVER: RAHSAN EKEDAL

JUNE 7 / 32 PAGES / FC / T+ / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC

Will WWIII start over the Russian-Estonian invasion? The incumbent president is caught in a scandal, and it looks like a religious ideologue will win the White House. How does Turkey play into the future of NATO’s plans? This could be the most prescient and frightening issue of THINK TANK so far!

THROWAWAYS #9

STORY: CAITLIN KITTREDGE • ART / COVER: STEVEN SANDERS

JUNE 14 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

END OF STORY ARC

Just as Abby, Grant, and Dean think they may have figured out Ostrander’s plan for her new crop of Alpha subjects, Dean is taken out of the equation. Grant is sidelined by Ostrander’s most powerful Alpha, and Abby and Kimiko are left to face Ostrander’s ally, Senator Ben Stark, on their own.

UNDERWINTER #4

STORY / ART / COVER : RAY FAWKES

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / M / $3.99

“SYMPHONY,” Part Four

To the sound of their own shattering souls, the quartet arm themselves for battle against an incomprehensibly evil foe.

THE WALKING DEAD #168

STORY: ROBERT KIRKMAN • ART: CHARLIE ADLARD, STEFANO GAUDIANO & CLIFF RATHBURN

COVER: CHARLIE ADLARD & DAVE STEWART

JUNE 7 / 32 PAGES / BW / M / $2.99

“THE ROAD’S END”

Nothing is more damaging than misplaced trust.

YOUNGBLOOD #2

STORY: CHAD BOWERS • ART / COVER A: JIM TOWE

COVER B: ROB LIEFELD • COVER C: CANAAN WHITE

JUNE 28 / 32 PAGES / FC / T / $3.99

“YOUNGBLOOD REBORN,” Part Two

The ‘Blood is back, baby! But for how long? Shaft arrives in Baltimore with a warning for the team of rookie heroes calling themselves “Youngblood,” but will it fall on deaf ears? Meanwhile, President Die Hard meets with the architects of the popular Help! app and struggles with just how far he’s willing to go to protect the country. All this, plus Badrock keeping secrets? Seriously, Badrock…already? What the hell, dude, it’s only the second issue?

ASTOUNDING WOLF-MAN COMPLETE COLLECTION HC

STORY: ROBERT KIRKMAN • ART/COVER: JASON HOWARD

JUNE 28 / 656 PAGES / FC / T+ / $54.99

For the first time ever, the complete ASTOUNDING WOLF-MAN is collected in one volume!

When Gary Hampton is mauled and left for dead, his life takes a drastic turn! When the moon is full, he transforms into a beast of the night—a werewolf! But this curse will not be used for evil. Witness the birth of the world’s most unlikely new superhero—The Astounding Wolf-Man!

Collects ASTOUNDING WOLF-MAN #1-25 and INVINCIBLE #57.

LOOSE ENDS TP

STORY: JASON LATOUR • ART / COVER: CHRIS BRUNNER & RICO RENZI

JUNE 28 / 128 PAGES / FC / M / $14.99

No one seemed to notice Sonny Gibson as he stepped back into “The Hideaway,” a dusty little honky-tonk nestled off the Carolina highway. But before the night was over, Sonny would be on the run—from the law, from criminals, and even from himself. LOOSE ENDS is a gritty, slow-cooked, Southern crime romance that follows a winding trail down Tobacco Road, through the war-torn streets of Baghdad, and into the bright lights and bloody gutters of South Florida.

From JASON LATOUR, co-creator of Eisner-winning SOUTHERN BASTARDS and the writer of Spider-Gwen, CHRIS BRUNNER (SOUTHERN BASTARDS, Batman: Legends of the Dark Knight), and RICO RENZI (Spider-Gwen, Squirrel Girl).

Collects LOOSE ENDS #1-4.

TOKYO GHOST DELUXE EDITION HC

STORY: RICK REMENDER • ART / COVER: SEAN GORDON MURPHY & MATT HOLLINGSWORTH

JULY 5 / 272 PAGES / FC / M / $39.99 / 8” x 12”

ADVANCE SOLICIT

The Isles of Los Angeles 2089: Humanity is addicted to technology. Getting a virtual buzz is the only thing left to live for, and gangsters run it all. And who do these gangsters turn to when they need their rule enforced? Constables Led Dent and Debbie Decay are about to be given a job that will force them out of the familiar squalor of LA and into the last tech-less country on Earth: The Garden Nation of Tokyo.

Presenting the full run of the smash hit TOKYO GHOST by RICK REMENDER & SEAN GORDON MURPHY in this oversized hardcover, packed with extra content, variants, designs, sketches, and bonus materials!

Collects TOKYO GHOST #1-10.

CHEW SMORGASBORD EDITION, VOL. 3 HC

STORY: JOHN LAYMAN • ART / COVER: ROB GUILLORY

JUNE 28 / 640 PAGES / FC / M / $100.00

Presenting the third and final CHEW Smorgasbord, a massive, deluxe hardcover featuring the final 20 issues of the New York Times bestselling, Harvey and multiple Eisner Award-winning series about cops, crooks, cooks, cannibals, and clairvoyants. Enemies are confronted, mysteries are solved, and the body count rises so very, very high.

Collects CHEW #41-60 in addition to the blockbuster one-shots featuring everybody’s favorite homicidal rooster, WARRIOR CHICKEN POYO, DEMON CHICKEN POYO, and the dual crossover event, CHEW/REVIVAL and REVIVAL/CHEW.

CHEW SMORGASBORD EDITION VOL 3 HC Signed & Numbered

JUNE 28 / 640 PAGES / FC / M / $150.00

DESCENDER, VOL. 4: ORBITAL MECHANICS TP

STORY: JEFF LEMIRE • ART / COVER: DUSTIN NGUYEN

JUNE 21 / 120 PAGES / FC / T+ / $14.99

Tim-21, Telsa, and Quon finally escape the Machine Moon and head out on a quest to find the ancient robot who may hold the key to the Harvesters. Meanwhile Andy and his ragtag team close in on Tim, but their fragile alliance is shattered by Driller’s revelations.

A new chapter of the heartfelt sci-fi epic by superstar creators JEFF LEMIRE & DUSTIN NGUYEN begins here.

Collects DESCENDER #17-21

DRIFTER VOL. 4: REMAINS TP

STORY: IVAN BRANDON • ART / COVER: NIC KLEIN

JUNE 14 / 120 PAGES / FC / M / $14.99

Ghost Town is destroyed. The planet Ouro is coming apart at the seams. But even with the world breaking around him, Abram Pollux can only think of revenge on the man named Bell Emmerich.

IVAN BRANDON & NIC KLEIN are proud to present the final chapter in their brooding sci-fi epic. All mysteries will be solved. All questions answered. All scores settled.

Collects DRIFTER #15-19

EAST OF WEST, VOL. 7 TP

STORY: JONATHAN HICKMAN • ART / COVER: NICK DRAGOTTA

JUNE 28 / 128 PAGES / FC / M / $14.99

The final year of the apocalypse begins! Armies rage! Nations at War! A family fights to be reunited.

Collects EAST OF WEST #30-34

MONSTRESS, VOL. 2 TP

STORY: MARJORIE LIU • ART / COVER: SANA TAKEDA

JUNE 21 / 144 PAGES / FC / M / $14.99

The Eisner-nominated MONSTRESS is back!

Maika, Kippa, and Ren journey to Thyria in search of answers to her past…and discover a terrible new threat.

Collects MONSTRESS #7-12

OCTOPUS PIE, VOL. 5 TP

STORY / ART / COVER: MEREDITH GRAN

JUNE 28 / 312 PAGES / FC / T+ / $19.99

As they watch the days of their youth roll by, Brooklynites Eve, Hanna, and friends must confront the truth about themselves—whether they’re ready to or not. The award-winning webcomic series comes to a close in this final laugh-filled, heartrending installment.

POP GUN WAR, VOL. 2: CHAIN LETTER TP

STORY / ART / COVER: FAREL DALRYMPLE

JUNE 14 / 176 PAGES / FC / T+ / $17.99

Stuck in a small town with a broken-down van, Emily goes on a walk. After following some shady characters through subterranean tunnels, she discovers three video monitors showing stories from a magical present, dreamy past, and strange future.

In this long-awaited sequel to the award-winning and critically acclaimed graphic novel POP GUN WAR: GIFT, author and creator of The Wrenchies, FAREL DALRYMPLE, revisits his world of surreal urban fantasy.

POSTAL, VOL. 5 TP

STORY: BRYAN HILL • ART / COVER: ISAAC GOODHART

JUNE 28 / 128 PAGES / FC / M / $14.99

FBI Agent Chris Bremble comes face to face with Isaac Shiffron, the sociopath who gave birth to Eden, and to find the truth of the past, Bremble will have to endure Isaac’s madness. Laura puts Mark in charge of Eden to see if her son has the ability to lead a town full of criminals who don’t trust or believe in him. His mother, Maggie, and Molly all have a vision for what Mark should be…but which path will he choose?

Collects POSTAL #17-20.

SHE WOLF, VOL. 2 TP

STORY / ART / COVER: RICH TOMMASO

JUNE 14 / 96 PAGES / FC / M / $12.99

The second series of this surreal teenage tragedy veers away from season one’s main character, Gabrielle, and focuses on her younger sibling Lizzie, who becomes jaded, rebellious, and downright homicidal after her “sweet” sixteenth birthday. Not only is it her turn to come to terms with her werewolf curse, but she also learns that she has been possessed by a powerful demon.

Collects SHE WOLF #5-8.

SPREAD, VOL. 4 TP

STORY: JUSTIN JORDAN • ART / COVER: JOHN BIVENS, FELIPE SOBREIRO

COVER: KYLE STRAHM, FELIPE SOBREIRO

JUNE 21 / 128 PAGES / FC / M / $14.99

Ravello, gifted with terrible new abilities by the Spread, has returned to, organize the raiders of the Quarantine Zone into something the world has never seen. No and company are pushed to the limit in the penultimate volume of the SPREAD saga.

Collects SPREAD #18-21.

THE WICKED + THE DIVINE, VOL. 5: IMPERIAL PHASE (I) TP

STORY: KIERON GILLEN • ART: JAMIE McKELVIE, Matt Wilson & KEVIN WADA

COVER: JAMIE McKELVIE & Matt Wilson

JUNE 7 / 144 PAGES / FC / M / $14.99

The gods are free to do whatever they want. Inevitably, they do.

Collects THE WICKED + THE DIVINE #23-28, including the critically lauded KEVIN WADA magazine issue.

SUNSTONE 18-MONTH CALENDAR

ART: Stjepan Sejic

JUNE 7 / 20 PAGES / FC / M / $24.99

Calendar based on the New York Times bestselling erotic romantic comedy graphic novel. Show off your love for SUNSTONE with original, never-before scenes from the comic, as drawn by artist Stjepan Sejic.

11×22, spiral bound, July 2017 – December 2018

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The development of a coronavirus vaccine won’t end this pandemic overnight. Instead, it’ll merely mark “the beginning of the end.”

Sarah Zhang, our staff writer covering health and science, offers a much-needed reality check in her latest—and her piece is worth reading in full. Here are three things to expect, as explained by Sarah:

1. A vaccine won’t make life go back to normal instantly.

A vaccine, when it is available, will mark only the beginning of a long, slow ramp down. And how long that ramp down takes will depend on the efficacy of a vaccine, the success in delivering hundreds of millions of doses, and the willingness of people to get it at all.

2. The rollout of a treatment would likely be complex …

Logistically, manufacturers will have to make hundreds of millions of doses while relying, perhaps, on technology never before used in vaccines and competing for basic supplies such as glass vials. Then the federal government will have to allocate doses, perhaps through a patchwork of state and local health departments with no existing infrastructure for vaccinating adults at scale.

3. … and political.

If the pandemic so far is any indication, a vaccination program is likely to take place against a backdrop of partisanship and misinformation.

While you wait in vaccine purgatory, here’s something practical to think about:

Deep cleans might be more about pageantry than prevention. Derek Thompson warns of hygiene theater, or when “businesses and families … obsess over risk-reduction rituals that make us feel safer but don’t actually do much to reduce risk—even as more dangerous activities are still allowed.”

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Aww poor Dannyyy 🫣😂 Love the sexual tension and how Johnny has fun with it/"goes with the tension" and adds to it. Also enjoyed how you threw in Benny here as a "you want me to deal with it?"-guy, but Johnny's all cool cause he knows his lil lady is loyal 😎 *chef's kiss* Also (assuming Anya Taylor-Joy is your inspiration) I could totally hear her "hi baby" 😌

Listen Carefully

Summary: Danny falls in love with Johnny's girl during his interviews.

A/N: I blame @semperamans for this one!

Warnings: slightly nsfw, angst

Danny leans one elbow forward on his trembling knee, extending the microphone closer as a way to bridge the gap between your bodies. He listens carefully to every word as you confide the secrets of the club. Though he doubts it's anything Johny hasn't told you to say, he's still mesmerized by your every movement, so much so he's barely moved in the past twenty minutes. Cigarette between his lips all but forgotten, he finds he can barely breathe in your presence, let alone smoke. He only becomes aware of the impediment when you dip forward to tug ever so gently at his cigarette, glossy lips parted as though you might replace it with a kiss.

Despite his best efforts to stay cool and detached, the corners of his mouth turn upward in a goofy grin. The heart of a rabbit beating within his chest when you gaze back at him, smile bathing his entire body in honey coated warmth. You twirl a lock of your hair as you hold him under your spell and the effect is instantaneous. His palm lands on the ground, fingers tangling in the tall grass to keep the world from spinning as all the blood rushes to his crotch. Your head cocks to the side as you take notice, eyes flicking downward momentarily, diverting to the tape recorder at the last moment as you ask sweetly, "Do you need anything else, Danny?"

The sound of his name on your tongue could make him cum on the spot, but the loud roar of a motor cycle engine behind him reminds him you're not alone. His hand shifts to the front of his trousers, clearing his throat in a poor attempt to hide his discomfort. "Maybe a few more questions..." he grunts.

Benny cuts his eyes at Danny from across the lawn before taking a swig of whisky. “You believe this guy?” he asks Johnny, hackles up even though you haven't been touched. He stands, ready to charge, but Johnny places a hand to his chest.

“Wait a second. Got a better idea,” he chuckles, stamping out his cigarette. Sauntering over to the patch of ground Danny occupies, Johnny settles behind you, tickling the spot beneath your ribs he knows will produce the most delicious, impish giggle.

"Hi baby," you simper, turning your head to capture his face in between your palms. He doesn't hesitate staking his claim, kissing you with heated passion. Then he turns your chin back toward Danny, urging you to concentrate on the questions the young man is struggling to ask.

And though his brain is foggy, Danny presses on with Johnny bearing down on him, Johnny relishing the thought that he's throwing the kid off his game. As Danny stutters out the next question, Johnny's large hand caresses your stomach, your shirt billowing in the breeze to reveal a slight swell. Wait until he finds out she's pregnant, Johnny thinks with a devilish smirk, but keeps that part to himself as he accepts a cool beer from Cal.

Then another devilish thought comes to mind. Let's give him one more souvenir to take back to that fancy college of his. Running the icy cool beer bottle between your exposed shoulder blades, Johnny feels you jump between his legs and you gasp out a deep, raspy breath that sounds so wanton and orgasmic, Johnny feels his own cock twitch at the sound. He's sure he catches Danny gulp too.

"That's...that's all I need," Danny admits soon after, excusing himself to somewhere unknown and Johnny can't help but toss his head back and laugh. Little does he know the damage that's been done to the poor kid's psyche.

He'll go home and replay that tape until the ribbon is too threadbare to lace through the reel, ribbon beginning to tick ominously late one night as he's jerking himself off to the sound of your high pitched whimper, snapping in half just before his favorite part... "Hi baby."

He hadn't wanted to accept Brucie's letter until now, the cold hard truth that you're having Johnny's baby, but that's when he has to admit you'll never ever be his. This recording was the tether to his sanity, the last moment he'd allowed himself to dream of something more. He pitches forward in the darkness to mourn, part of him wishing he'd never known you so he might never have felt such sorrow.

[mara-and-its-the-same]

we reallllllly need to talk about danny’s accent. i could listen to him talk for hours

oh we certainly do, it’s so subtle yet so discernible, i adore it

my sincere ideal date would just be listening to him talk, i don’t need to say any more than “mhm, yeah, no you’re so right” and “that is really so fascinating, keep going”

i need his life story, i need every single detail he left out of the interviews, i need him really, if we want to be simple about it