#danny plays heaven's feel

[nelkcats]

And they were roommates

After years of living on his own in the Infinite Realms, something strange began to happen to the retired hero. Every time Danny closed his eyes to sleep, a life that was not his own played in his head. And he began to see memories of someone who had passed away, from his birth to his death. That would be fine if he didn't remember the dreams in such detail.

Unfortunately when the first dream kept repeating itself continuously, and Danny investigated, he discovered that it was not a normal nightmare and was the life of someone real. Someone who wanted a closure.

Every time he woke up, he found himself feeling the same as in the dream. Which led him to do a couple of things: yell at Nocturne (who strangely had nothing to do with it), annoy Clockwork (who was definitely involved), and solve crimes that had been deemed "impossible", and bring them to an appropriate end.

The police were extremely confused when a note from "Sleepy King" was next to the evidence of a cold case. The truth is that Danny wanted to sleep, and the souls were extremely insistent about their 'unfinished business' that came to haunt him in his sleep.

Every time he cracked a case he earned a few hours of uninterrupted sleep or downright disturbing memories, but that wasn't enough. Unfortunately, it seemed that solving the cases was only attracting more souls, and he was starting to regret wanting to help. He had ended his life as a hero for a reason.

Usually his notes to the police would say something along the lines of "I'm doing this for me, not for you, good night" or some similar nonsense. The halfa was tired, very very tired, dreaming with memories wasn't fun or pretty, it was exhausting, the deaths made his skin crawl and his insomnia worse. He didn't want to relive the deaths of anyone else, but he had no way to scare away the souls.

When Martha Wayne showed up in his dreams showing him about a "court of owls" Danny made up his mind. This had to stop. He had been a hero but he retired. And it wasn't that he hated the souls, he just wanted to sleep, the mental exhaustion was too much.

So he did the stupidest thing possible: he hired Constantine (pretending to be a fairly normal human client, getting his attention after offering a lot of alcohol and some useless books from the Realms as payment) to make him a dream catcher or some wizard thing. All he wanted was something to help him sleep.

Constantine couldn't do that of course. The hellbazer was disturbed by the man with more than three hundred avenging spirits swarming. That was fucked up. So he offered him the only solution he could think of: inviting him to sleep at his house. A place where spirits could not pass without permission. It wasn't a permanent fix, but it would work for a while.

John had no idea why he was doing so much for a client (inviting him to his house? bold move), but the man looked so desperate, and he was fucking cute. If he could get an adventure or two out of it he wouldn't complain.

Constantine's guest bed felt like heaven to the halfa, despite being almost destroyed. Danny repeatedly thanked, and before they both knew it: they were roomies, lived in the same place, took turns cooking or cleaning, etc. They grew comfortable with each other to the point that Danny answered Justice League Dark's calls on a few occasions.

And well, if Constantine stopped rushing to find a long-term solution that was his business, and his alone, okay? Zatanna's comment asking when he got married was fucking out of place.

[too-much-tma-stuff]

What They Can't See (18+)

Requested by @traumafactory28: Invisibility exhibition kink jasonxdanny? 😃+ power bottom Danny

Danny and Jason were thrill seekers, had been since they were young, since long before they knew each other. They liked things extreme, fast, hard, and dangerous. That's what made them a match made in heaven, or maybe hell given the fucking trouble the two of them got into, sometimes literally! Their sex life was one of the best places to take such risks after all~

They would try just about anything at least once, but some of them were more exciting then others, and this one was particularly exciting to Danny. The risk of it, the thrill, and the use of his powers made it all his wheelhouse, and tonight he was in charge. If he had wanted to play it safe maybe he would have chosen a rooftop, or somewhere out of the way for their first public excursion. But what would the point be then?

"Are you sure you want to do this here?" Jason whispered to Danny, breathless with excitement and nerves, they were already invisible and intangible in the back row of a church, thoroughly ignoring the ongoing sermon.

"Of course I'm sure," Danny murmured back with a wicked grin. "They can't see or touch us, as long as we're quiet they won't even know we're here. Can you be quiet Jason~" Danny asked softly, palming Jason's dick through his pants making him inhale sharply.

"Sure I can," Jason hissed, agreeing to the challenge probably too quickly. "Can you?"

"We'll see," Danny practically giggled as he shifted off Jason's lap and knelt on the pew next to him, slowly and carefully he undid the belt of Jason's pants and unzipped them, easing them down over his hips. Danny leaned down and nuzzled Jason's cock through his underwear, tracing the clothes outline with his lips and making Jason shiver as his blood quickly rushed away from his brain taking any objections with it. Danny was keeping quiet but Jason could feel the slight vibration of his purr on his lips where they pressed against his member, a feeling that made Jason nearly feral every time.

Jason glanced around them, at the strangers with their backs to them facing the pulpit, and felt a shiver run down his spine and curl into pleasure in his gut. Of course they shouldn't be doing this, but no one knew they were there so... what was the harm? Danny was used to keeping up invisibility through fights to the fucking death! he could do it during sex.

Jason's attention was pulled back down when Danny tapped his leg, and when he looked back Danny offered him a bottle of lube. He must have brought it with him in his pocket which was good thinking. really. Jason nodded and took it from Danny.

The pop of the lid was the loudest noise they had made so far but no one looked up and Jason exhaled slowly as he reached back. He pushed down Danny's pants and underwear together, Danny lifted his hips higher to make it easier and Jason had to resist slapping Danny's ass because that would definitely be way to much noise. Instead he focused on pouring lube over his fingers while Danny pulled down Jason's underwear as well.

Jason bit his lip and tried not to moan as Danny licked along the length of Jason's dick before wrapping his lips around the tip and sucking. Jason breathed hard through his noise as Danny sunk down, refusing to make a sound and waiting until Danny's mouth was well and truly full before reaching down to push two slick fingers into Danny's ass. It seemed to take him by surprise and Jason was glad he had waited so the cut off moan Danny gave was muffled and soft. He smirked down at Danny, who rolled his eyes back but did not pull away.

Jason worked Danny open with practiced ease on both of their parts. Danny knew perfectly how to relax into it and accept the stretch, and Jason knew all the placed Danny liked to be touched to work him up faster. All the while Danny sucked Jason off, both to muffle himself and because he was being a brat trying to make Jason break his own silence, which he was keeping quite well even if he did say so himself.

Danny decided that was enough sooner that Jason expected, sitting up and pulling away from both Jason's dick and his fingers. He moved fluidly to straddle Jason's lap again, never breaking contact lest the invisibility drop leaving Jason exposed, in a church, with his erection fully out.

"Remember to stay quiet," Jason murmured to Danny, and got a firm nip on the neck for his troubles.

Danny took a deep breath as he reached down between his legs and gripped Jason's shaft firmly, making sure it stayed in place, and holding his breath as he sank down slowly. Jason loved the sight of Danny's eyes rolling back as he bottomed out on Jason's lap, finally letting out the breath he'd been holding in a shuddering sigh.

He closed his eyes tightly like he was concentrating hard, pressing his palms against Jason's chest as he rocked his hips to find just the right angle. It was Jason's turn to hold his breath as Danny rose up again.

When Danny noticed he smirked and raised one hand to cover Jason's mouth before practically slamming himself back down on Jason's cock forcing a startled little moan out against Danny's palm. Danny laughed silently and leaned in against Jason, nuzzling against his neck.

"Remember to stay quiet," He teased, before gently nibbling Jason's earlobe making him shiver. "Be a good boy now~"

Jason shivered with pleasure, even as he licked Danny's palm in retaliation. Danny only hummed and pushed two fingers into Jason's mouth to toy with his tongue instead which just wasn't fucking fair! He could have at least kissed Jason as Danny started to fuck himself down on Jason's dick like he was a sentient sex toy!

It wasn't fair how fucking strong, and sexy, and powerful Danny was! Jason was a goner for him, and a goner in this situation which was so delightfully wrong and risky it had adrenaline pumping through his veins like a wildfire as the congregation stood to sing.

The sound acting as a cover as Jason lost control shamefully quickly and moaned around Danny's fingers. He laughed at Jason but took pity on him, and kissed him to muffle his moan as he came, too soon, Danny hadn't cum yet. Danny pulled back from the kiss and smirked down between, looking at his own still hard prick as Jason flushed shamefully.

"It's okay Jason, you can make it up to me later," Danny giggled softly and kissed him one more time. "Let's go home before anyone gets suspicious."

[fukcnoplease]

Things always go wrong Pt2 :0

Pt1 Pt3 Pt4 Pt5

Dani roused from her sleep to see forests rushing passed and the sun beginning to dip behind them. The world was bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun and she basked in its beauty. This was why she loved traveling. The beauty, the freedom, the fun.

She turned to Danny to see none of those things. He was gaunt and rigid. Eyes pinned to the road in tense silence as they drove way too many miles over the speed limit. 

“Did you die die?” Dani asked, poking his cheek. He felt clammy. That probably wasn't good. Dani didn't feel great either. Tired and saggy, like all her muscles had deflated.

Danny just grunted in response. That was VERY not good. No Danny banter meant Danny really HAD died.

“So is this a drive to heaven or to hell?” She asked. Danny snorted. That was a good sign.

“Gotham.” He grumbled. It sounded forced, like it hurt to say. Dani frowned.

“So hell it is. Why are we going there?” Danny remained silent and his face fell into a scowl. “You’re doing a pretty good Batman impression but that doesnt tell me why we are going to meet him.”

“We are not meeting batman. We are going to Jazz” Danny said.

“Ooh, better than batman!” Dani playfully punched her arms in the air and Danny winced. Dani noticed but didn’t comment as she went to grab his phone. It was cracked slightly and was full of messages and calls from Sam and Tucker. Notably, it didn't have any directions pulled up.

“Do you know where you’re going?” Danni asked. Danny moved for the first time, shifting uncomfortably.

“...No.” He muttered as he kept his eyes on the road. Dani rolled her eyes at him and started looking through his phone, she had learned his password ages ago and as much as he threatened to change it on her, he never did. Though that might have been more forgetfulness than endearment but Dani would interpret it as she wished.

“You are so bad at road trips.” She said as she connected his phone to the aux cord and pulled up directions to Gotham. They still had almost nine hours to drive and the sun was only getting lower. “There is a rest stop about an hour from here. We can rest there for the night.”

Danny didn't look too pleased at the idea but he knew they didn't have any money for a motel and he couldn't drive the entire night. He didn't want to stop driving so soon though. Moving helped dull the pain.

“Are there any further rest stops?”

“Hmm… Theres one about three hours from us?and then another at the six hour mark. We could stop there for lunch tomorrow.” Dani said. Danny grumbled but nodded. He didn't want to stop at all tomorrow. Stopping for the night felt like too much, let alone pausing midway through the drive tomorrow.

The rest of the drive was Dani playing music and chatting away. Chipping away at Danny’s panicked and suffering walls until he finally relaxed into their usual banter. She played eye-spy and when she got bored of that she played twenty questions. When Danny chose a water bear as his animal she gave up on that too. They devolved into silly arguments about how water bears shouldn't be allowed or how it wasn't fair that Dani kept picking things Danny couldn't see in eye-spy. 

As the sky darkened and the car’s headlights came on they fell into an easy silence. Danny still hurt but it was better and Dani’s core was humming comfort at him which helped.

Dani was half asleep when they pulled into the rest stop. The lights still on but the cafes and restaurants, closed or closing. She woke up fully when Danny moved to look through the back seat. Shuffling through whatever he had thrown back there and forgotten about. 

Gloves, a box of tissues, an empty tote bag and an old backpack he used before he bought a new one. It had a gum packet in it and a pen but nothing else. Groaning, he went and opened the trunk, a black scorch mark from where it had been hit earlier that day. He had camping gear for when he went stargazing. A tent, blankets, portable stove and a lighter, gas for the stove, a pocket knife, a mess kit. He was rummaging through when Dani popped up beside him.

“You got twenty dollars in your phone case.” She said and Danny jerked up hitting his head on the trunk door. He rubbed his head and whacked Dani’s shoulder while she laughed, he was smiling but he wouldn't admit it.

He grabbed his phone from the car and Dani closed the trunk, whistling at the damage.

“Who did that?” She asked, eyeing the marks on the car.

“Some fruitloops after a kidnapped ghost.” Danny said.

“Kidnapped? Me? How awful.” She said, putting her hand up and pretending to swoon.

“You’re right. The poor kidnappers.” Danny laughed and Dani rolled her eyes. She punched him in the side playfully and he hissed in pain. 

They both paused and Dani poked his side and he winced.

“Are you ok?” She asked. He hasn't seemed that injured when he was driving.

“Yeah, just a bit tender.” Danny joked. Dani stared at him, waiting for a better answer than that and Danny sighed. “Leaving Amity was harder than I thought it would be.” Dani still didn't really understand but Danny looked like he would rather be sick than answer her and she really didn't want him to be sick in front of her. 

“Do you want to get food?” she asked and Danny gave her a thankful smile before nodding. 

They grabbed a snack each, bbq chips and oreos,  and a bottle of water to share. Dani nicked a portable charger and some jerky while Danny was in the bathroom and then they headed back out to the door. When they were back in the car Dani pulled out the portable charger and plugged in Danny’s phone.

“Where did you get that?” He asked, eyeing it incredulously. It definitely didn't look under twelve dollars and thats all they had left after the snacks.

“Same place we got the rest of this stuff.” She said dropping the rest of the snacks and jerky between them. Danny noted the extra snack but just rolled his eyes. They ate but Danny kept the jerky for the next day and then he pulled out the blankets from his trunk. 

Snuggled up, with their cores harmonizing, they fell asleep. 

The car shook and a bang followed by the crunching and scraping of metal woke them up. Danny shot up, the sky just starting to lighten, face meeting with the barrel of an anti-ecto gun. He lunged to the side. The headrest of his seat was evaporated and Dani sent out her own ecto blast. The attacker was forced back into the white van that was ramming them and they could hear some colourful words through their panic. Danny jammed the key into the ignition and turned it, the engine roaring to life. Shrieking metal filled their ears as the forced the vehicles apart and booked it out of the parking lot. The road bumps sending pieces of glass flying as Danny realized his window had been smashed during the attack. The back seat window seemed cracked but still intact and the windscreen had a spider web fracture but was holding up. His core shuddered at the damage but the pain was overridden by the need to protect Dani. 

He glanced over and saw a very shellshocked young ghost shaking in the passenger seat. She probably used too much ectoplasm in that blast. Neither of them were recovered enough and even with harmonizing he wasn't sure they would be able to recover enough to take another attack. He shook his head and focused on driving.

It took some maneuvers and some, maybe a lot, of speeding to lose the GIW but they managed. Dani pulled up directions and turned on whatever music she could find.

They spent the next few hours staring out their respective windows. Dani didn't like it. She didn't like the silence or the stress or the way her body shook in fear and exhaustion. Road Trips were supposed to be fun.

Danny didn't speak. His core was barely humming, barely responding to her, as they drove. It wasn't until the low gas symbol popped up on the dash that he said anything and of course it was just another curse. Dani was getting fed up with Danny’s shrinking vocabulary. 

She didn't say anything as she added a new stop to the directions, the closest gas station. Maybe a part of her was hoping her grumpiness would get Danny to snap out of whatever grump he was experiencing. Probably not a reasonable or healthy way to handle the situation, if you asked someone like Jazz, but Dani didn't ask Jazz. 

Danny didn't seem to notice though. He pulled into the gas station and turned off the car. His core buzzing with panic as he set up the gas pump and slumped against the car with a groan of pain. Dani frowned and poked her head out of the car. He looked pale, too pale. They were in their human forms, he shouldn't be that pale. At least she didn't think so. Though maybe she wasn't an expert on normal human medicine.

The gas pump beeped and Danny dragged himself up to remove the pump and go into the gas station. Dani suddenly worried about how they would pay, they had filled the tank up to full and that couldn't be cheap. 

Danny stumbled and fell into someone by the gas station entrance, a big guy with tattoos in a tank top, jeans and were those cowboy boots? Danny apologized and the guy shoved him, making him stumble again. Dani almost flew out of the car at him before she noticed a flash of dark leather in Danny’s hand.

No way.

The big tough guy waved him off and went back to smoking as Danny went inside and paid with a wallet he had most definitely not had five minutes ago. Danni stared at her basically brother, slacked jawed, as he casually dropped the wallet back into the guys pocket with some intangibility and then hurriedly slipped back into the car. His face was hard and he glared forward as he started the car.

“Did you just-?” Dani started, her excitement at her brother's newfound skills making her bounce in her seat. 

“No. Dont. Talk about it.” He cut her off, jaw set. She stilled in her seat and went back to pouting. When she vibrated her core at him he didn't even respond. She felt her core freeze at the lack of reaction and she tried again. There was a thump of something and Danny grunted but that was it. That was all that she got. Dread curled in her stomach as she stared at the road in front of her. 

They drove on and Dani didn't even mention the second rest stop they were supposed to stop at and Danny didn't either. There wasn't even music and the silence was only occasionally broken by a pained breath from Danny or an attempted hum from Dani’s core. It was a painful drive and Dani tried to sleep to help time passed. It worked partially, she slept fitfully for about twenty minutes each rest but it helped her heal. By the time they had found themselves in the midmorning traffic into Gotham she was feeling much more herself.

Danny looked worse and his arm trembled from being kept in a tense position for so long. A thin sheen of sweat covered him and Dani opened to her mouth to say something only to slam it shut at the waves of panic suddenly rolling off Danny. 

The car had rolled to a stop as the traffic came to a standstill. Thankfully they were in the slowest lane and there was a hard shoulder on their right but it did little to comfort Danny’s mounting panic. He didn't want to stay still, he couldn't, they were in danger and needed to keep moving. 

“Hey, are you-” Dani was interrupted by an explosion. They both spun to see billows of smoke about twenty cars back and a familiar white van barreling down the hard shoulder. Danny sucked in a breath of air and hit the gas as he swerved into the hard shoulder himself. He pressed on the gas as they went, coming up on a motorcycle attempting to skip traffic. Dani reached over Danny’s shaking arms and slammed on the horn as they gained on the man in red. He glanced back and barely managed to crash out of the way before they ran him down. As they zoomed passed the poor guy Dani looked out her window to give him an apologetic wave. His helmet was weirder when she saw it close up, less like a motorcycle helmet and more like a mask but for his whole head. She gave him a wave and he stared after them. The white van careening after them and obstructing her view. 

Danny followed the hard shoulder until it turned to grass and he kept going. The grass turned into a ditch and he grit his teeth as he maneuvered his beloved car to keep going. Thankfully the car, even turned at an almost forty five degree angle still kept going, if only slower than he would have liked. The white van on the other hand, hit the ditch and flipped, crashing to a halt behind them. Dani watched people crawl out of the van and try to chase after them but even going slowly their car was still faster. Though a lucky shot shattered the back window.

They pulled the car back into traffic, receiving honks and rude gestures before they went deeper into the murky city. It was only another few minutes of driving before Danny found an empty, unkempt parking lot to stop in. He shot out of the car and ripped the back seat door off its hinges trying to get the backpack he had back there. Dani grabbed his phone, the leftover cash, portable charger, and jerky before joining him behind the car as he stuffed his knife, lighter and a blanket into his bag. She offered her stuff and he opened the bag for her. As soon as everything was in he zipped it shut and went to pick Dani up.

“Woah! No! You’re not carrying me. I can walk just fine.” She said, glaring at Danny as he looked back at her. His eyes didn't seem totally focused and she grabbed his hand instead. “If you need to hold on to me so bad you can hold this. Now lets go.” And she was off, dragging a clearly not ok Danny behind her. 

Did she know where she was going? No, but she would figure it out. Unlike Danny, she was used to finding places to sleep in unfriendly and unfamiliar cities. She could recognize safe places to stay. At least she was pretty sure she could.

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Gonna try and figure out how to do the Pt1 Pt2 links I actually have like four chapters(?) written cause i got sucked in last night

[hotvintagepoll]

Donald O'Connor (Singin' in the Rain, Francis, Call Me Madam)— LOOK AT HIM. Those giant blue peepers. Those tappy tappy little feet that don't quit. The ears that stick out like little wings, ready to lift him up to goofy heaven. The way his face contorts into the strangest yet most endearing expressions. His ability to sing and dance alongside the hunk that is Gene Kelly and yet pull all attention away with his big-eyed buffoonery. The way his energy is unmatched in songs like "Make 'em laugh" - bouncing off the walls and tumbling through the air straight into my cold cold heart. Who else but a true scrungly lil guy would sit upon the witness stand and defend a talking mule with all the love and affection in the world - staring out into the court room with his bright wide eyes and eternally mouse-like expression, openly admitting that the mule is his best friend?!??! I see him and I want to pull him from the screen into my hand and just squiiiiiiiiiiiiish with all my might. I want to pinch his cheeks and have him bat those eyes at me. He just makes me go "eeehehehehehe" every time I see him and his silly little self. He is pure chaotic, ridiculous, scrungly perfection!

Rene Auberjonois (Brewster McCloud)—I feel like anyone who was in a Robert Altman movie should count as scrungly, and this guy was in many a Robert Altman movie.

This is round 2 of the contest. All other polls in this bracket can be found here. If you're confused on what a scrungle is, or any of the rules of the contest, click here. Reminder this is a poll about old films, not TV, and no TV based propaganda will be accepted.

[additional submitted propaganda + scrungly videos under the cut]

Donald O'Connor:

My silliest little guy. My funnyman. My horsie. I have watched many a bad movie for this man. The scrungliest fact I know about him is that he was supposed to star as Danny Kaye's role in the iconic White Christmas (1954), as he had known Bing Crosby since he was a child, but couldn't because he caught a mule disease while working on those Francis the Talking Mule films Universal endlessly made him do. I wouldn't exactly recommend those movies, but Don's character getting psychologically tormented by a sardonic mule does make for quite a good movie night, if you know what you're getting into. Are You With It? is another one I don't exactly recommend, but it does open with Donald as a math genius actuary who is about to kill himself over a displaced decimal point before getting taken in by a traveling carny instead. His more well-known and beloved roles have plenty of scrungliness too, in my opinion. This man slapsticked so hard he wound up bedridden for his physical exertion! Rather than submitting Make 'Em Laugh, which the electorate has likely already seen (I hope), I'm submitting an underrated dance number of his, where he explains maths through tap dance. That movie is Not good, but god do I love him in that role.

I think it's arguably very scrungly to seemingly be a real life cartoon character made out of rubber, as proven by how slapsticky the list of scrunglies is so far. In which case, Donald O'Connor? He scrungles supremely. He even played Buster Keaton in a movie (that apparently can't be recommended, but still).

Rene Auberjonois:

[mymindcreatedthis]

7 minutes of Heaven

Danielle Van de Donk x Reader

Word count: 2,388

Summery: some of the girls get together and decide to play 7 minutes of heaven. Except it has a twist, A person has to draw two names from a red solo cup. Once the 2 names are drawn, those 2 people do 7 minutes of heaven and it has to be sexual.

Warning: smut, Masterbation, cumshot, blowjob, facial, dirty talk, handjob

*Y/n's pov*

We just finished up a game against Brazil. We just got back to the hotel everyone goes to their rooms to get cleaned up. Me and Danielle go up to our room, the group decided to do game night tonight in mine and Dans room.

"I'm gonna shower." Danielle says.

I nod, I take off my shoes and plop down onto my bed. I then on the tv and watch a random show. I grab my phone and start messing around on my phone as the tv plays in the background.

I was scrolling through Reddit. I find a picture of Danielle on Reddit it was of her in her bikini and her bending over to grab something.

I bite my lip, Danielle had a really fat ass. I grab my crotch and adjust my shorts as I get hard. I was getting rock hard from looking at the picture.

I hear the shower turn off. After 10 minutes the door to the bathroom opens and Danielle comes out.

"Showers all yours." Danielle says.

I nod, I grab new clothes and go to the bathroom quickly hoping Dan doesn't see my boner.

I go into the bathroom and close the door and lock it. Danielle probably saw my boner. I blush darkly in embarrassment, I get undressed and start the shower.

I look down and notice that I'm still hard. I turn off the shower I grab my phone and bring it into the shower, I find the picture I found of Danielle and pull it up.

I wrap my hand around my dick and slowly stroke my dick. I moan quietly and stroke my dick a bit faster, I close my eyes and I can see Danielle in front of me.

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Danielle was bending over in front of me. She was grabbing a tennis ball that she randomly found while walking on the beach.

I smirk and walk over to her. I start touching and squeezing her ass. Danielle laughs a bit and moans.

"Mmmm." Danielle moans.

I pull the bottoms of her bikini down. I kneel down and kiss her ass Dan bites her lips, she grabs her ass cheeks and spreads them giving me full access to her pussy and ass.

I get back up. I grab her hand and lead her off to a private wood section on the beach with trees and bushes.

I make her lean up against the tree. I pull my swim trunks down, my massive 12 inch boner springs out and at attention.

I rub my dick through her soaking folds. Dan gaps and moans as I do this.

"Y-You have a d-dick?" She asks.

"Mhm I do. You like that?" I reply.

"Mm I love it. You're really deep in there." Dan moans.

"Good." I smirk.

I grab her hips and slowly thrust in and out of her. Dan moans and grabs onto the tree as I fuck her tight wet pussy from behind.

"Mmm faster." Dan moans.

I grip her hips a bit tighter as I thrust into her pussy faster and harder. We both moan in pleasure my balls slapping against her skin.

"Fuck... Fuck...Fuck." Dan squeaks out with each thrust.

I moan in pleasure as I keep going. I moan as I feel myself getting closer to cumming.

"Dan baby I'm close." I moan loudly in pleasure.

"Me too daddy." Dan moans.

She squirts I feel her juices all over my thighs and abs. I moan, I dig my nails into her ass.

I thrust into her ass faster and harder. Dan boobs bounce up and down as I continue to fuck her brains out.

I moan loudly in pleasure as I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Dan baby I'm gonna I'm gonna." I'm unable to warn her in time. Danny cums all over my dick, this sends me over the edge and makes me cum deep inside her, I moan as I unload my massive load deep inside her pussy.

Dan and I both moan as I pump her full with my seed.

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I moan quietly as I cum. Thick ropes of sticky cum shoot onto the shower wall and onto the floor, cum oozes out of my dick and oozes down my fingers.

"Mmm fuck." I moan quietly as I stroke my dick coming down from my high. Once I come down from my high I set my phone on the counter top outside and start the shower.

I get washed up. I clean my hair and body and rinse my hair and body. I turn the shower off. I get dried off and get dressed. I grab my phone and come back into the room.

I join Danielle on her bed. I sigh and look at my phone. Dan giggles.

"What's wrong Y/n?" Dan asks.

"Do we have to do game night tonight? I'm really tired from the game and just wanna sleep." I say quietly.

I lay my head on the pillow and look at Dan. Dan also has her head on a pillow and is looking back at me. We lay there in silence quietly looking at each other.

We smile and look at each others lips. I look at Dan, I move a bit closer. Danielle also moves closer. I lean in and so does Danielle, I kiss her deeply. Dan is shocked at first but then melts into the kiss and makes out with me.

I scoot close not breaking the kiss. Dan pulls me on top of her as we continue to make out with each other.

We are interrupted by a knock on the door.

"Oi! Let's go love birds, dinner time." Jordan Nobbs says.

We break from the kiss and sigh. "Of course always gotta cock block someone." I groan in annoyance.

Dan giggles and peck my lips. "Come on Love let's go eat dinner."

Dan stops talking and looks down at my bulge. I look down and blush darkly as I notice my boner.

"I-is that a b-boner?" Dan asks shocked.

I rub the neck of my neck. "Y-Yes." I answer nervously.

Dan bites her lip. "No need to be embarrassed it happens to the best of us. Hehe might wanna run one out before dinner time." Dan teases.

Dan grabs her things and leaves the room and goes down to the cafeteria. I groan in annoyance and quickly rub one out.

I grab my things and join the girls at dinner. I grab food and join Danelle, Lucy, Kiera, Leah, Rachel and Jordan at a table.

The girls smile and greet me. I smile and greet them back. "So what is the plan for game night tonight?" Dan asks.

The girls all look at each other and smirk. "7 Minutes of Heaven." Leah replies.

Me and Dan groan in annoyance. The girls laugh at our reaction.

"Everyone will be playing." Lucy says.

I nod, Dan stays quiet and continues to eat her food. We finish eating dinner and go back up to mine and Dan's room.

Jessie and Steph decide to join us. The rest of the girls go back to their rooms.

"Let's get started, we're gonna spice things up a bit. Someone will draw two names from this red solo cup and the two people who gets their names drawn go into the bathroom and do 7 minutes of Heaven." Leah says explaining the game.

I nod. "I'll get us Started." I reach into the cup and draw two names. "Leah and Lucy." I say reading the two names.

They both get up and go into the bathroom. They close the door behind them and lock the door.

I grab my phone and start the timer for 7 minutes. We can hear movement and the we hear moans coming from the bathroom.

I raise my eye brows, I smirk and look at Danielle. She smiles and shakes her head blushing darkly. The timer goes off, i turn off the timer and get up and knock on the door.

"Times up." I say.

The door unlocks and opens. Both Lucy and Leah come out, Lucy was blushing darkly and had a hicky on her neck she was putting her shirt back on. Leah was blushing darkly, she had a wet stain on her panties and was putting her shorts back on she also had hickys on her neck.

I smirk at them. They look away and blush darkly in embarrassment. Lucy reaches into the cup and pulls out two names.

"Rachel and Jordan." Lucy smirks reading the two names.

Rachel and Jordan get up and go into the bathroom. They close the door and lock it, I start the timer again.

I look over at Dan, She had a good looking ass. Her boobs were good looking too. I bite my lip as I stare at her thighs and legs.

She's pretty built too, I grab my crotch and adjust my shorts as I feel myself getting hard. I get up and sit on my bed away from everyone else. I fiddle around on my phone.

I check the timer, I get up and start walking towards the door. As I get closer to the door I hear moaning.

"F-Fuck Jordan, right there I'm close." Rachel moans loudly.

I laugh and so do the girls. The timer goes off, I turn it off and knock on the door.

"Times up." I say.

The door unlocks and opens. Jordan wipes Rachel's juices and cum off her face with her hand. Rachel blushes darkly and puts her shorts back on.

Rachel and Jordan go sit back down. Jordan reaches into the cup and pulls out two names. She looks at me and smirks.

"Y/n and Dan." Jordan says.

Me and Dan get up and go into the bathroom. We close the door and lock it, Dan looks down and smirks.

I get confused and look down and notice my boner. I blush darkly in embarrassment.

"Need help with that?" Dan asks seductively.

I blush darkly and nod. Dan takes off her shirt and bra and gets on her knees. I get the hint, I take off my shorts and boxers. Once my boxers are off my boner springs out and at attention.

Dan slowly strokes my dick. Once I'm hard Dan takes my dick in her mouth. Dan slowly bobs her head, I moan and run my fingers through her hair.

"Mmm fuck." I moan.

I moan and close my eyes. Dan hums against my dick and bobs her head faster.

Dan strokes the base of my dick and continues to bob her head faster.

I moan in pleasure as Dan strokes my dick a bit faster and continues to give me head. Dan keeps going, after 3 more minutes of an amazing blow job I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

"Dan.... baby I'm close." I moan in pleasure.

Dan hums against my dick and strokes my dick faster, she takes my dick out of her mouth.

Dan continues to stroke my dick. "Cum baby, bust your load all over my tits and face." Dan says seductively as she gives me sloppy hand job.

Fuck that may have been the hottest thing I've heard.

Facial:

Dan strokes my dick faster and faster, I can't take it anymore. I cum and shoot ropes of thick sticky cum all over Dans boobs, face, chin, forehead, nose and cheeks, some of it goes on her eyes.

"Mmmm hehe so much cum. Let's see if you got anymore." Dan says seductively.

Dan takes my dick back in her mouth and bobs her head at a slow and steady pace. I moan in pleasure, I grab her head.

"Mmm faster baby faster." I moan.

I grab her head and help her bob her head faster. Dan chokes and gags as she deep throats my dick. Spit and cum drips from her mouth and onto her boobs. Dan wraps her arms around the back of my legs and bobs her head faster.

"Mmm fuck, right there Dan." I moan loudly in pleasure.

I moan and help her bob her head faster and faster. Dan continues to suck the soul out of my dick. Dan reaches down and plays with my balls as I continue to throat fuck her.

"Guck Guck Guck." Dan continues to choke and gag on my dick. I moan and help her bob her head faster, I moan as I feel myself getting close to cumming.

"Gah so good I'm gonna cum again." I moan in pleasure.

Spit and slobber continues to drop from her mouth and drips down her tits. I moan and make her bob her head faster. I feel that all to familiar feeling in my balls.

I quickly take my dick out of her mouth. Dan chokes and gags trying to catch her breath. I moan and stroke my dick fast.

Facial #2:

I stroke my dick faster and faster. Dan catches her breathe and smirks and watches me stroke my dick.

"Give it to me baby. Cum on my tits, bust your load all over my tits and face." Dan says seductively.

Her dirty talk sends me over the edge. I moan and cum, I shoot ropes of thick sticky cum all over her tits and all over her face, forehead, cheeks, nose, chin and some coats her eyes.

Dan giggles. "'Mm so much cum."

I moan as I come down from my high. Shooting the last of my cum all over her tits and face.

"Mmm fuck that was amazing." I moan.

I grab my shirt, I wipe my cum off her face and help Dan get cleaned up, we get dressed there's a knock on the door.

"Times up love birds." Leah says.

Me and Dan both giggle. Dan kisses me deeply, I'm shocked at first but melt into the kiss. Dan breaks the kiss's she wraps her arms around my neck.

"Wanna have some fun after the girls leave?" Dan asks me.

I smile and nod. "Mmm yes please." I smile, we kiss again.

We open the door and join the girls again and continue plating the game.

[aerithisms]

what's insane is that there's literally quotes from Moffat not even hard to find out there where he directly talks about Clara being the same as the Doctor and how fun that was to write. It's ok to admit maybe he just did a good job on this one folks

literally if you google 'steven moffat interview clara oswald' the first result has this quote (emphasis mine):

“The thing about Clara is she thinks the show is called Clara. She really does. She has no idea she’s number two in the credits, which is why we did that joke in Death in Heaven. She’s got a high opinion of herself, not in a conceited way, but in a correct way. She knows she’s extremely clever and capable, and she doesn’t feel like she particularly fits in the world that she lives in.

She’s a bit more like the Doctor in the first place. She’s not really very good at living a normal life. The other companions, like most people, like you and me, can be quite good at living normal lives. I’m very happy living my normal life, I’m sure you are too. Going to the shops seems fine for an adventure, but Clara’s not like that.

When I first wrote Clara, I thought, ‘Oh, this is fun. If the Doctor were a young woman living in contemporary Britain, it’d be a bit like her.’ Clever and presentable and funny but also thinking when is something interesting going to happen? The interesting thing between the Doctor and Clara is she can sort of play the same game he does. She can absolutely do that, she’s terribly clever, she’s got a wayward ego.

Her botched love affair with Danny is heartbreakingly proof of that. He’s a lovely man with a traumatic secret, and she just screws it up because she doesn’t really give it enough attention. It’s just a little bit less exciting than running off in the blue box. You have to be a bit of a loony to think that way. I think for the first time, the Doctor’s traveling with someone who’s a bit of a loony like him, and that’s quite fun.”

the idea that moffat/the narrative does not absolutely support clara in her quest to be like the doctor is very silly. he said "not in a conceited way but in a correct way"!!

[visceral-reject]

PUSH ME TO THE EDGE

Ghostface x AFAB!Reader

Content Warning: Dub-Con, p in v, outside sex, Ghostface, heavy-ish nsfw, Ghostie is a prick he gets double warnings.

NSFW BELOW <3

Autumn, one of the most bearable seasons within the accursed Entity’s realm, or realms in all actuality. The crisp air, colorful leaves, hazy skies. It would be picturesque if not given everyone’s..circumstances. Especially your’s. Poor little thing.

“ Smile songbird! C’mon won’t you give the camera that award winning smile?” Danny all but cackled, his arm raised with that goddamn camera flashing with every still he took; he returned his attention to you, a squirming mess of wetness and need posed prettily in his lap, legs spread as he almost brought you to the edge once again. This sick cycle was maddening, torturous and fuck did you love it. You loved aching for him, needing him to bring you the simplest of things you could’ve easily brought yourself had he not spoiled you rotten.

“ I said fucking smile. “ Danny deadpanned, his tone flat, low.

Threatening.

A whine erupted from your throat as he retracted his fingers from your sopping cunt to force your chin upward, your wetness staining your cheeks as you gave the weakest smile one could muster, your lover shaking your head as he continued his degrading ramblings into the camera. You were far too dazed to care, simply nodding along with the occasional whine as his hand returned to its spot between your thighs. Your hips jerked as he lay a heavy handed spank onto your clit, Danny cackled, shoving his face into the nape of your neck, your were sure his stubble would leave some kind of mark by the end of this. Danny would leave you like this if he so wished, hell, maybe he’d fuck your throat until you couldn’t talk for the next few trials, or maybe he’d just rub one out, leaving his cum staining your face and an order to not clean it up. You’d do it, anything to keep him appeased, entertained. He brought you to heaven so many time despite being a creature from the deepest depths below Hell itself. A hand chosen by the Entity, graced and cursed alike with her favor and now here you were, a simple toy for him to play with in his downtime.

“ Get out of the pretty head songbird, I ain’t done with that pretty ass yet. “ Danny mused, his fingers a torturous pace by now, your orgasm ebbing away. A guttural whine of need left your mouth, this game had been going on for how long now? Hours? Days? Weeks? Time was such a fickle thing and he seemed to have enough of it to continue this. You could feel his hardness through the rough material of his pants, feel his sharp thrusts against your back every time you moaned his name.

He wanted you just as much if not more.

Danny smiled against your neck, the flush skin littered with hickies and bites alike, though his hand didn’t return to your cunt, instead he lay the cold tips of his fingers against your clit, soft circles leaving your already trembling legs twitching. He cooed sweet nothings, how this was the only way you’d be cumming tonight, his sweet, obedient little girl.

His songbird

The circles turned into slaps, ever the sadist Danny was.

“ Oh dove don’t tell you you thought I was fucking bluffing? “ that earned an especially hard slap, lurking forward as you cried. Fat tears slipping down your face. Oh you sweet thing, always so plaint and ready for anything he throws your way.

So needy, so sweet. It’s a shame really it is. Such a sweet dove doesn’t deserve to be treated this way, but you wanted this. Wanted him. Now here you were, going through this endless cycle of need as the leaves and twigs dug into the back of your thighs. The cool air leaving your already sensitive and bitten nipples pebbled. Your wetness dripping down your thighs and onto the ground below. The scent of sex, Danny, so heavy and thick in the air one could cut it with a dull knife. Yes. Yes this is what you wanted, The excitement, the depravement, oh gods above this is what you’ve dreamed about. Your dull life now filled with as much excitement as one could need. Now all you need to do is hold it. Hold it and he won’t spank your ass purple. Don’t be disobedient now dove, you’ve come so far haven’t you? You want to be good for Danny right? Want to be his good girl, his best girl? Then hold it. Don’t even think about cumming until he give you permission, and even them

Beg.

[heartbreakgrill]

stiles stilinski: breakable heaven; pt. 7, “i’m drunk in the back of the car and i cried like a baby coming home from the bar. said, ‘I'm fine,’ but it wasn't true.”

a/n: sad, but gets hopeful! one more part after this, i think :)

“i’m glad i never ended up having a party at my house.”

danny fell into step beside y/n, their shoes scuffing against the sidewalk. they had to park all the way down the street from jack’s house because there were so many other people here. because it was so late at night, the air in beacon hills was cool. y/n hugged her arms around herself, wishing she hadn’t worn a tank top beneath her jacket. her breath came out like a fog as she spoke.

danny made a face at the thought, “too much work. imagine the clean up.”

“yeah, no thanks,” she shivered.

the music coming from the house ahead of them got louder as they neared it. some popular radio song reverberated in their ears. y/n felt her heart beat in her throat, thumping along to the bass. danny lit up once they reached the door, excited to drink, dance.

he always was the party type. he had so much fun moving to the music, losing himself in the crowd.

on the other hand, there was y/n, who didn’t normally drink at parties. she was a go-to for being the designated driver, choosing to watch out for her friends and play with whatever animal the owner of the house had sniffing around.

tonight, however, she wanted to let loose. needed to, more so.there was nothing better after a heartbreak than getting messy-drunk at a high school party.

it had been a week. a whole week since her and stiles’ fall out. a week since she’d seen his face. sure, she saw his figure in the hallways sometimes, but she would run the other way. he’d start to chase her down, but danny was usually close by and he’d shoot stiles a glaring look. it turned him away. he’d texted her nonstop, called her about a million times. but, after the fourth day, when he realized she just wouldn’t be responding, he stopped. all lines of communication fell out. any hope of fixing what was broken was squashed out.

when y/n thought about it too much, she felt sick. nausea tumbled through her stomach. her head became fuzzy. stupid, naive girl, she’d think to herself. it’s all your fault. so, every single time her mind started to wander, she’d shove her nose into her homework, pick up a shift at work, get so high out of her mind that reality felt like a television show.

tonight, her choice of thought erasure was getting wasted at a high school party.

y/n squeezed her hand around danny’s bicep once they walked in. in response, he kept her close to his side as they wormed through jack’s house, in search of their friend group. eventually, they found leo, megan, jack, and a few others. they were in the kitchen, standing around the island counter. glasses were scattered around the house already, though the party had just started barely an hour or so ago. the group cheered when y/n and danny came through the door, holding up some of the red solo cups.

megan came to y/n’s side, her tipsy stature morphing her usually quiet attitude into something more sentimental. she clutched onto y/n’s arm. she touched y/n’s cheek and gushed over the curls swinging over her shoulders. “i loooove the hair, girl. you look so pretty with it like that. you’re always pretty, though. oh, my god, you know we haven’t hung out in forever and it makes me so sad. please, please say we’ll hang out soon.”

y/n giggled at megan’s state, wrapping a securely protective arm around megan’s waist. “i promise, okay?”

y/n was the first to admit that she’d been so caught up with boys over the last few months. she hadn’t exactly pushed away her friends, but she hadn’t prioritized them, either. she was in her head with her own issues, and didn’t make the time others. it made her feel a little guilty. but, before that feeling could snowball into the depressive heartbreak she’d been plagued with, megan continued.

“what’s new with you? what have you been up to? i hope you’re not still sad about sam. you should know you’re so much fucking better than him. you deserve so much fucking better than him. he’s such a whore. fuck him.”

“no, i’m over that,” y/n said, confidently waving megan off through a giggle. and she was telling the truth. “i’ve just been…hanging out. ya know. working.” her gaze became distant, words slow as stiles’ face flashes through her memories. y/n didn’t say what she had been really doing. it was embarrassing to admit that she’d gotten herself into another shitty situation with a guy.

though, megan squinted her eyes, analyzing her friend’s words. she knew, “oh, no. oh, no, no, no. fucking stilinksi. i fucking knew once danny told us- okay. listen- you don’t even have to say anything, kay? tonight, we’re just gonna have fun. here, jack, pour us some shots!”

y/n couldn’t help but grin in response. there wasn’t time to imagine stiles- to envision his lips ghosting the curve of her skin, to try to remember what it felt like when he’d draw out movement from her body. because, next thing she knew, megan was shoving two to three red solo shot cups into y/n’s hand- all in a row. and y/n didn’t let herself hesitate. she swallowed them easily, ignoring the burn in her throat, her heart, her chest, and head.

jack cracked a smirnoff open for her. danny caught y/n’s eyes as she took a sip and gave her a thumbs up. when she waved him off, he winked, then wandered his way into the living room, where people were dancing. he’d mentioned something about ethan being there. y/n looped her arm through megan’s, pointed in that direction. megan nodded excitedly and pulled them to the makeshift dance floor.

they danced for what felt like hours but, really, was only maybe forty five minutes. jack and leo, avid partiers, continued shoving shots into their friend’s hands, traveling between the bar in the kitchen and the dance floor. y/n losing track of time turned into her losing track of how much she was drinking. one smirnoff turned into numerous empty glasses that she’d abandon on the coffee table beside her.

she had to take her jacket off after a while, sweating too much in the jean material. y/n tossed it, absentmindedly, on the couch. she probably wouldn’t remember it there later. she’d probably have jack in a frenzy, texting everyone tomorrow about random articles of clothing in his living room. she’d probably lose the 20 stuffed into the pocket to some wandering hands. but it didn’t matter.

nothing really mattered. not when her favorite song played, not when megan spun her around, when danny would yell lyrics into her face and ruffle her hair. y/n just kept throwing her head back, giggling like a mad woman.

it didn’t matter. it did not matter to her. the entire, fucked up situation with stiles. it didn’t matter that he had used her, that he had been seeing lydia the whole time. it did not matter that he had kept so many secrets from her. it did not matter that she broke her own rules, that she let him get beneath her skin, that she fell in love with hi

it did not really matter if she loved him.

y/n turned on her heel, dancing around in circles with megan, both girls holding each other’s hands like they were schoolgirls. her hair whipped over her shoulders, in waves behind her back. her eyes couldn’t focus on the blurred, bright lights passing her vision as they spun. the bodies surrounding them turned into smudges against her vision. she couldn’t tell who was who.

but she thought she saw stiles standing in the doorway to the kitchen, clear as day.

y/n stalled in her tracks. she nearly fell over from how quickly she stopped. megan bumped into her shoulder, grabbed y/n’s arm to steady herself.

y/n couldn’t breathe. she squinted her eyes, rubbed at them, smudging her mascara.

her sight cleared and there was nobody there.

megan laughed loudly in y/n’s ear, tugging on her arm, “why’d you stop?! keep going! spin, spin!”

y/n took a deep, shuddering breath, staring at the spot where she had pictured stiles. “i need air,” she mumbled.

megan yelled, “what are you saying?”

y/n pulled her arm out of megan’s, “i’m going outside,” she barely looked at her friend. this is why she didn’t like to drink.

y/n stumbled through the house, being shoved left and right by the sweaty, dancing teenagers suffocating her. she didn’t know when she’d started crying, but her face was slick was tears. she wiped her hands across her cheeks, smearing more mascara and eyeliner, blackening her palms. she couldn’t focus her thoughts, nor did she feel like herself. this is why she didn’t like to drink. because she wasn’t logical, she was out of control.

y/n found the side door, the one that led to jack’s garage, and slammed it shut behind her. once she reached the garage floor, she slowly lowered herself to the bottom step, hugged her knees to her chest. she didn’t know if she was having a panic attack or a full mental breakdown. but she couldn’t breathe. and she just wanted to be sober so she could figure out her shit.

y/n pressed a hand to her chest, hoping the pressure would do something: ground her, snap her back to reality. all she could do was sob, rock back and forth like a baby. as she did so, her phone fell out of her back pocket. somehow, her camera roll was open on the screen. staring up at her. a picture of stiles and winnie was there, taunting her.

y/n didn’t have any inhibitions, too far gone to know what crossed the line of boundaries she’d made when she was sober. so, she picked up her phone, her hands shaking.

and she hit the little telephone next to his contact. she stared at the picture as it rung.

she needed him. she needed him to hold her, bare-naked under his bedsheets, warm against his chest. needed him to rake his fingers through her hair and to kiss her forehead, call her baby again. even just say her name. she’d even pretend, like she did a dozen times, just for him, that she didn’t notice his lips linger there. she’d pretend it never happened.

anything for him. if he wanted her and lydia- that was fine. he could have her. she was his, completely, fully. all of his. every inch of her skin that he had laid eyes, that he had touched his with fingertips, every inch of skin that he had nipped at with his teeth- it was his.

he picked up immediately.

“y/n? oh, my god, i’m so fucking- i’m so sorry. i don’t know what i did-“

“stiles,” she cut him off, voice barely above a whisper.

his tone instantly softened. a soothing one replaced his usually hectic vocal demeanor, “oh, baby.” he knew, from just the smallest whimper barely uttered between her lips, he knew that she didn’t want to fight. she didn’t call to argue. she didn’t call to make up, either. she just called to hear him, to talk to him. she needed him.

she’d never know how much he needed her, too.

his voice, breathy in her ear, sent a shiver down her spine. y/n sniffled, knuckles white on the hand which held her phone. her head lolled down, chin hiding into her chest.

“what’s wrong?” he asked.

y/n chewed on her lip for a moment, willing it to stop wobbling, “i mis-“ she stopped herself, jamming a different word onto what she was saying to cover it up, “i mistake. i-um, didn’t mean to call you.

it took him a second to reply, “oh. ok.” he knew it wasn’t true, but he didn’t know what else to say. he didn’t want to press her into a conversation she didn’t want to have. but he didn’t want to end the call. he wanted to be whatever she needed in this moment.

they sat there in silence for a good two minutes, not even the sound of their own ragged, anticipatory breaths making any noise in the other’s ear. y/n’s hand was shaking. she loosened her tight grip on her knees and stretched her legs out in front of her. the shift in position helped her breath a little bit better.

she sniffled again, tilted her head back. as she stared at the ceiling, she suddenly laughed. “i didn’t make a fucking mistake, stiles. god, i meant to call you.”

“oh, good,” his tone remained still and flat. he was focused on reading her words. there was meaning between the lines that he couldn’t read. and she was acting strange. he was decoding everything.

“i mean to call you because every single second that i’m not with you, i feel like i’m going to die!” she exclaimed, tossing her other hand in the air.

stiles rubbed his lips together, brows furrowed, “i’m glad that you called.” he, also, felt like he was going to die without her. but, he didn’t know if he should tell.

if only stiles knew that if he would have just told her, honestly, how he felt, as soon as he felt it, months ago, this entire situation could have been avoided. alas, it was a lesson he was still learning.

“good,” y/n huffed. hearing him calmed her down. knowing he was there coaxed her off the edge of anxiety. now, her drunken self took back over her body. and drunk y/n wanted to dance, “okay. i’m going back to the party-“

“party?” stiles interrupted her, his concerned tone back. she was annoyed that he cared where she was at. he didn’t have any right to that feeling- though, also, it made her feel good, that jealousy, that toxicity.

drunk y/n was feeling a lot.

she nodded, though he couldn’t see her, stating matter of factly, “party. i’m at a party, stiles. i’m drunk, and i’m having a blast. well, i was having a blast until you popped into my mind. god, do you know how badly i want to punch you in the face? i just wanna give you, like, a knuckle sandwich, ya know? maybe being hit will make you figure your shit out. okay, whatever. like i was saying before you so rudely interrupted me, i’m going back to the party. i’m going to go dance with my friends-“

stiles had just left the animal clinic, where he, lydia, allison, and scott had met to discuss plans to combat the killer still in beacon hills. chills were lingering on his skin, thinking about all of the photographs stolen from the station, picturing dead students cut at the throat. every time they’d pull another out of the beige manila folder, y/n’s face would appear in his head, attached to a battered, beaten corpse. he’d been worried sick about her the last week, especially since the murderous rampages had slowly spread, closer to home. and, they were more vicious as every day passed. he’d be lying if he said that he didn’t stay outside her house every night, parked in his jeep down the road, barely able to sleep.

her, drunk at a party, was the last situation stiles needed her to be in. it was dangerous. he didn’t want to show up to a crime scene with her corpse lying within a body bag. he couldn’t lose her.

of course, she didn’t know that that was a possible ending to her night. everyone knew about the serial killer, but average citizens of beacon hills didn’t really seem concern themselves with something that seemed so out of reach. teenagers, especially, were naive and vulnerable to things like that.

“who’s with you?” he interceded her words, again. y/n groaned in response and went to complain about how he always did shit like that. but, he spoke again, more firmly this time, “y/n, who’s with you?”

“my friends, just danny, megan, jack, leo. a bunch of other people i don’t know,” she listed off, staring into space. “why do you care?”

“where is it?” stiles demanded. sure, he didn’t have claws, fangs, or anything that would stop a literal supernatural serial killer besides a beat-up baseball ball and his annoying attitude which would eventually drive the creature even more insane. but, he needed to be there. heather had died at a party. the ending scene of a slasher film always happened at a party. parties were breeding grounds for death, as if they were the tenth circle of dante’s inferno or something.

y/n, danny, leo, megan- they were all sitting ducks. targets for something really bad yet to happen.

so, he needed to be there. convince her to leave, if he could. if she wouldn’t leave, he’d stay. he’d stay for her.

anything for her.

y/n hung up on the phone once he said he was on the way. she’d scoffed and said, “yeah, fucking right. danny will beat the shit out of you.”

the beeping tone of a hung up line hit stiles like a truck. he still didn’t quite understand what he had done. if he did, he’d had fixed it by now. he was always good at fixing things. maybe he didn’t have glowing red eyes, or the ability to predict death, but he always was able to fix the jeep. he pulled his dad out of his alcoholic pit after his mom’s death. he was a problem solver. he was good at it.

but, he didn’t what was broken.

tonight, he intended to find out. he didn’t care if danny beat the shit out of him, or if y/n wouldn’t listen. he’d wait for her to open her ears to his incessant bickering, holding an ice pack to whatever bruises danny had left. he knew she’d break eventually.

if she really was done with him, if she really didn’t want to hear him out, why else had she called him?

–

stiles broke about a billion traffic laws. but he managed to get there, quickly, in one piece.

he couldn’t locate y/n anywhere inside the house, but did find all of her friends dancing in the living room. had they been there the whole time? did they even know y/n was on her own? probably not. you’d think, with a serial killer on the loose, they’d care more about each other’s safety.

his jaw dropped at the sight of them, carelessly floating through the crowd while one of their friends was drunk and alone, in some dark corner of this house. it pissed him off, as did all of the people pushing against him, alcohol sloshing over the rims of their cups and onto his shoes, the smell of sweat, and the sight of teenagers making out against walls, doors, other couples.

he had always hated people, but parties reminded him just how much of that hatred existed within his chest.

stiles checked the upstairs bedrooms, bathrooms, called her name out, down the basement steps, peeked into the empty garage, and even looked inside a pantry in case she’d stuffed herself somewhere like that.

stiles was grateful to, eventually, find her, outside, on the edge of the pool. her sneakers and socks were flung into the yard behind her. she swung her bare feet in the chlorinated water, completely soaking the bottoms of her jeans. y/n’s palms were planted on the concrete beside her thighs, her head thrown back, eyes closed as she swayed to the music. she didn’t seem to have a care in the world.

stiles huffed when he saw her, the deep, worried breath rattling in his chest. “y/n,” he said, hoping to garner her attention. his hands flung about him, as they normally did when he spoke.

she didn’t seem to care that he was there, but she definitely heard him. he knew she had because he watched y/n’s shoulders flinch, ever so slightly, at the sound of her own name.

stiles squatted down beside her, curling a soft hand around her bicep, “y/n, hey-“

she pulled her arm away, as if his hand was made of lava. “go away, stiles.” his hand stilled in the air where she’d pushed it, fingers flexing at the rejection.

stiles then pressed the hand to his forehead, squeezing his eyes shut with frustration, impatience. “y/n, please-“

she looked up at him, jaw slack from her drunken state. her eyes looked darkened, the deadly stare enhanced by her ruined makeup. “what the fuck do you want?”

stiles met her eyes. his face softened, concern overwhelmingly her features. just seeing her face, though it was a wreck- it sent goosebumps across his skin. she was so fucking pretty, even though she’d been crying. why had she been crying?

“i want to talk to you-“

“go away,” she waved him off. y/n then pulled her legs from the pool, dripping water all over the concrete. stiles’ eyes moved down her body, ensuring she was in one piece. he noticed the goosebumps all over her bare arms. she was freezing cold.

he stood with her, following her quick feet. “where’s your jacket?” stiles began to pull off his zip up jacket while she grabbed her shoes. he reached out for her arm again. his fingertips on her shoulder felt like a zap of electricity.

y/n flinched away again. she whipped her head back towards him, a deep frown enlisted on her features, “fuck off, stiles! don’t even try pretend like you care about that shit right now! seriously, go the fuck home! i told you not to come!”

stiles took a step away from her. he wished he knew what he had done so fucking badly. he wanted to kiss her eyelids. he wanted to clean off her makeup, wrap her up in his bedsheets, rub circles into her back until she fell asleep, soundly in his hood.

but, all of that couldn’t really be at the forefront of his mind right now. it couldn’t matter. he was here to protect, whether she wanted him there or not. and, she very obviously did not want him at this party. well, too damn bad. he pushed the thoughts aside.

“i’m not going anywhere,” stiles threw his hands up, as if to challenge her. if she wanted him gone, she’d have to drag him out of there. he continued to follow her. she found a chair and sat down in order to put her shoes on. he continued, “look, i don’t know what i did, but you don’t even understand what’s happening in this town. i have to protect-“

“bro, get the fuck away from her!”

stiles felt a pressure against his chest as someone’s abnormally strong had pushed him away from y/n’s presence. she looked up from her shoe laces that she was struggling to tie, brows furrowing at the sound of stiles’ grunt. she watched as stiles stumbled over his feet. he straightened up, quick, and met the eye of his assailant.

“oh, fuck off, dude,” stiles tilted his head to the side, slowly shaking it in annoyance. his jaw clenched, fists flexed at his sides. he took an intimidating step forward.

y/n glanced between stiles and sam owens, taking a deep, shuddering breath. sam puffed out his chest, towering over stiles by a couple of inches. although he was buffer, taller, a couple years older, he didn’t seem nearly as threatening as stiles did. the devilish qualities to his features seemed to heighten themselves in defiance to sam’s presence.

the black haired boy glared his eyes at sam, pupils blown out out with a stormy darkness. she knew it was wrong, but seeing him so angry at sam- y/n couldn’t help but admit that it made her stomach twirl.

they’d never really had the sam talk, at least she hadn’t told him every single thing. she’d mentioned sam, once, when she and stiles were talking about something else. it was offhanded, when she brought him up. danny, however, had spilled his guts to stiles about the short situationship y/n and that “douchebag” had been in all summer.

and stiles was pissed the fuck off. he knew about sam’s girlfriend at college. he knew sam had used y/n for sex over the summer. he knew that sam had told her he loved her right before breaking up with her.

oh, was stiles angry.

that was, after all, his girl now. and nobody was gonna fuck with stiles’ girl. nobody was gonna fuck with stiles.

he stepped forward, now nearly chest to chest with sam, who replied, “who the fuck are you? y/n told you to leave! want me to show you the door, kid?”

“who the fuck am i? watch your mouth, dickhead. you have no fucking business here-“

y/n quickly stood, wary hands before herself, “stiles, it’s not worth it, i promise.” she stalled his words, but stiles wouldn’t even look over at her. his dark eyes bore a hole through sam, and she knew he was probably going to hit him.

y/n, who was now feeling quite sobered up, glanced to the house. she knew that if they started fighting, stiles would get his ass handed to him. sam was a wrestler in college, the best in his weight class. he was a fucking state champion.

so, she needed to get to danny, who was definitely stronger than stiles, at least. he’d probably be able to keep them apart long enough for her to calm stiles down.

but, she didn’t have any time, because sam was mouthing stiles off again. and stiles really was the best at banter. so, he was getting himself into a lot of trouble.

“you put your fucking hands on her, and she told you to stop. makes it my goddamn business-“

“oh, my god, shut the fuck up!” stiles rolled his eyes at sam. he opened his mouth to shoot off some other sarcastic remark when sam reared back a fist and clipped the side of stiles’ face. stiles nearly fall back on the concrete alongside the pool, but he caught himself. having a werewolf as a best friend had taught him a thing or two. so, he was ready to fight.

stiles hit sam in return, most likely breaking his hand- definitely breaking his hand, he knew it. but the punch tossed sam onto the lounge chair behind him. it surprised both stiles and y/n, who had to jump out of the way. she nearly getting taken out by sam’s thrown body.

stiles met her eye and the sight of her, standing there, scared, softened him. he reached for her, closing the distance between then within two long strides. he set his hands on her biceps, ignoring the throbbing pain in his left one. blood dripped from his cracked knuckles, bleeding onto her skin. she clutched onto his elbows in response, any anger for him washed away by fear and worry.

“shit, are you okay? i’m so-“

before he could continue, y/n was shoved to the ground. she scraped her palms, cut her elbow open, and busted her tailbone, hard, on the concrete. she thought she hit her chin, too, but she couldn’t really tell, because y/n’s vision blurred from the fall.

sam tackled stiles to the ground with another punch. they landed in the grass, and went at each other. it took y/n a second to clear her pained head, but she managed to push herself up on her feet. some of their classmates continued partying around them, most just ignoring the fight. but a small crowd gathered to watch it, like it was something exciting, something fun to do. the bystanders made y/n feel sick. nobody was doing anything.

she didn’t even take a second to look at stiles, knowing that seeing him like that would stall her in her tracks. instead, she turned towards jack’s house, danny’s name screeching out of her throat.

she ran inside, feeling like she was pushing through thick, slow jello. she continued to yell out his name. luckily, she found him, on the dance floor still. ethan was there, too. good- he could help.

ethan was already meeting her, setting a kind hand on her arm. “what’s wrong?” his eyes glazed over, and he looked to the side, as though he could hear the fight. he ran outside.

danny shoved through the crowd, towards her. he caught her chin in his hand examining her wounds, “what the fuck happened? what’s going on?”

y/n, breathing heavily, sobbing again, stumbled out, “sam and stiles!”

danny pushed aside as he fell into a run. y/n followed, though the burning of her cuts and scrapes became more intense on her nerves. she seethed a breath between her teeth, stumbling over her feet, but pushed on.

ethan had shoved sam to the grass, though he was getting back up, again. danny immediately lunged in between them before sam could get to stiles. danny sent a harsh punch to sam’s gut, forcing him backwards again. danny then grabbed stiles by the shirt, helped him become balanced on his feet, before danny pushed him away, too. ethan came back in, grabbing stiles around the chest to hold him back, though stiles fought against the tight hold. sam somehow got up, again, clutching his stomach, and jumped towards stiles. danny punched him again and shook out his fist after. the look on his face was annoyed, but also, somehow, vengeful. he had been waiting all summer, all of fall, to punch this motherfucker.

“fuck you guys!” sam spat at danny and stiles from his knees, more blood trailing down his already slick chin.

stiles grunted, fighting against ethan’s hold. “you’re a piece of fucking shit! pussy ass bitch-“

“shut the fuck up-“ sam cut him off, then added, “i don’t even give a fuck about that bitch!“

danny shook his head at the words spitting from sam’s mouth. stiles looked angrier, if at all possible. ethan’s hold loosened on him, shocked by the insults sam threw at y/n. ethan did care for her, too, even if he barely knew her. she was everything to danny.

all three boys were seething with anger. sam had called her a bitch, and they did not like that.

sam simply smirked up at them, his words and expression challenging them. he went to wipe his mouth with his sleeve, but he didn’t get a chance to even take another breath because danny had lunged after him again.

ethan let go of stiles, purposefully, and the boy followed suit. ethan, a little more controlled- even though the situation pissed him off, too- grabbed danny, but not before allowing him to get a few punches in.

y/n ran forward and tried to grab stiles’ arm. she failed, and instead tripped over his shoe. she tumbled into the grass. she quickly pulled herself up, again. when she looked for stiles, she saw him being restricted again, this time by scott’s arm. she didn’t know when he had arrived, but she was glad for the extra help.

it made her heart swell that all of these men cared about her so much to fight sam like they were, but it really needed to end already. it shouldn’t have even gotten out of hand in the first place. she was nauseous, hurting in all of the places she’d been wounded, and extremely tired from the alcohol still coursing through her system.

y/n stood up. scott was rushing out words to his friend, “hey! stiles! stiles, cmon, dude! calm down! stiles!”

“stiles!” y/n called. she crouched down in front of him, reaching for his face.

stiles finally met her eyes and a steady rhythm graciously caught his breath. she cupped his jaw in her delicate fingers. his blood smeared across his face, all over her hands.

a few tears ran down his face, falling into her palms. she didn’t know why he was crying, if it was because of his injuries or his anger. but she wiped them away with her thumbs.

“it’s okay, baby,” she whispered, for only him to hear. “i’m okay, it’s okay. please, just calm down.”

scott, who had let go of stiles, turned to sam, who was standing up from the ground. scott was charismatic, and could usually easily demand people. he put out a cautious hand towards sam, “leave it, buddy. just leave it, trust me,” scott warned him.

stiles slumped forward, on his knees. y/n squatted, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. she used all of her strength to stand them up, brushing the sweaty, bloody hair from his face. sam watched her tenderness as she cared for stiles, feeling a surge of jealousy. sam knew he didn’t want her. he knew he had willingly given her up. but, that didn’t mean he wanted anybody else to get to have her.

so, just when it seemed like it was over, sam scoffed, “yeah, you’re right. i’ll leave it. she’s not worth it. she’s just an easy fuck and a cheap ass date-“

now, scott was angry. he roared, and y/n thought she saw his eyes flash a bright red. he went after sam, just to shut his stupid fucking mouth. he swept past y/n and stiles, who clutched onto her waistline protectively. he tried to duck them out of the way, but his foot skidded over the concrete, and they tripped towards the water.

she yelped, clutching onto his neck, as they fell into the pool. the water enveloped them, but tore them from one another. y/n kicked her feet sporadically, shocked by the cold, by the alarming fall they’d taken. she grabbed for stiles’ shirt and gratefully felt his hands fluttering for her hips.

she blew out a lot of bubbles, struggling to hold her breath from all of the shock. stiles tugged her tightly against him, again, and swam them to the surface. y/n wrapped her legs around his waist and clutched onto his shoulders. she was shaking, with fear, with pain, from the cold water nipping at her skin. it was all so much all at once that she just laughed.

stiles stared at her as she tossed her head back, giggling like a maniac. he furrowed hit brows, jutted his chin out, “what are you laughing about?”

y/n barely met his eye, continuing to laugh at the fucked up situation. “this is just so stupid!”

he remembered she was drunk and tapped her hip, “okay, let’s get you out of here-“

“it’s stupid, stiles!” she slapped a hand down onto his shoulder. “you’re stupid! that fight was fucking stupid! sam’s stupid! this night is stupid! i’m stupid!”

“why am i- why are you stupid?” he didn’t want to make it all about him. she was clearly grappling with something, something she needed to talk out.

she couldn’t continue to push everything away, including him. “i’m stupid! i let you and that stupid boy fuck up everything! i let it happen not once, but twice! what is it- fool me once, shame on you, fool me twice, shame on me? i’m a fool! you and sam are, like- oh, my god, im just stupid. and that was so fucking stupid- you and sam fighting over me! you guys fought over me, but both of you are the reason im so fucked up in the first place! it’s your guys’ fault and you just had some stupid pissing contest-!”

“me and sam?” stiles sounded out his words carefully, working through her rambles in his fuzzy head.

the night she’d ran out of his house, in a craze, a mess because of his phone blowing up- what had triggered that?

who had called stiles that night? who had been blowing up his phone? was it-

it was lydia.

lydia, the girl everyone at beacon hills high knew he’d had a major crush on for, like basically, ever.

y/n must have looked at his phone. she must have put together, based off of the texts he’d been sent, based off all of the context clues laying right in front of him, that he and lydia were together.

meanwhile, am had had a girlfriend the entire time he and y/n had gone out. every day, he’d see his girlfriend. then, usually on the weekends, when it was dark, he’d bring y/n out like a toy.

y/n thought stiles was just like sam. y/n thought stiles was using her.

she had no clue that she was everything and the sun to him. she had no clue that he needed her like water, that he craved her like wine. she didn’t know that he spent every night rereading their texts, analyzing their conversations, going over their interactions, decoding everything to find a way for her to love him despite her hurt, despite what they agreed on.

she was used to being broken by people who claimed to love her, and stiles was just another part of that system.

so, he needed to tell. right now.

stiles gripped onto her hips, shaking her body just once so she’d meet his eyes. “listen-“

“no, just- get me out-“

“y/n, you beautiful, gorgeous, sweet woman- just listen to me! okay? just listen!” stiles demanded, “i’m not with lydia, alright? i’ve never been with her. i don’t want her- i’m in-“

“stiles!” scott called his name from above, standing at the edge of the pool. his eyes still glowed red, his face was still morphed into that of a wolf. scott’s chest puffed out, in, heavily, with deep, ragged breaths.

stiles knew something was wrong based off of his friend’s demeanor.

“we have to get to the school. lydia’s in trouble.”

stiles looked to y/n, who’s face had lit up from the possibility of stiles’ words. her expression morphed into confusion. he wanted to say something, to say sorry. but, he couldn’t. he couldn’t focus.

so, y/n took her turn to speak, graciously replying with, “stiles, i know there’s so much that you’re still hiding from me-“ she glanced up at scott, who tilted his head with shame, “so, i’m coming with you. if you want me to trust you, i have to come with you. i have to know.”

stiles knew she was right.

so he drug her, head first, into the world of the supernatural.

[danny-phantom-x-reader]

Sweet Baby

Anon: Oh, I'm sorry, I didn't know you were taking any. What about a sweet Yandere Danny Phantom one?

Danny is adorable, but nowhere near as adorable as you

Anybody that looks at him for even a second, you'd know he's inlove with you

He always looks for you when he enters a room

He always tries to impress you

Especially in his ghost form

Your cute little laugh does him no favors

His face will always erupt in a bright pink blush

If you touch him, his whole body shakes

He'll stumble over his words and you think he's adorable

But don't tell him that or he will start malfunctioning

"I uh- Uh....."

^Thankfully Either Sam or Tucker spot him and drag him away, so he doesn't embarrass himself further

He feel like his teeth rot when near you, you are just so sweet

You make him goodies [And leave some out for his ghost form] and god it makes his heart swell

God, you were like Bubbles from the Powerpuff Girls [And sometimes Blossom, but mostly Bubbles]

You're so pretty and so sweet and so incredible and genuinely to good for him

But he can't help but want you

He's so lucky that you like him too

He thought he died when you told him, because only in heaven would you like him back

But you're to kind to play such a cruel joke

[trip-the-cal-fantastic]

Daniel Wagner x F!OC (Bailey Parker)

MDNI!!

Warnings: A-hole man at a bar, non-consensual touching, swearing, drinking, established relationship, protective!Danny, sweet!Danny, backwards-hat!Danny, use of pet-names (‘Bubba/Bub, pretty girl, and baby’ She calls him ‘DJ’)

Word Count ~ 2.0k

The music was loud, the lights were low, and alcohol was coursing through everyone in the bar’s body. Almost everyone. Bailey had decided to take it easy for the night, knowing Danny normally liked to party. She tried to stay close to Danny as best as she could, but the bar was packed, and she didn’t want him to feel like he had to have her attached to his hip the entire night. Though, Danny didn’t mind having her near him.

Bailey stood at a distance as Danny and a few friends, including Sam, played billiards. She raked her eyes over Danny as he leaned over the table to take his shot. She admired the way his shirt lifted ever so slightly as he stretched to reach with his cue. The way his jeans hugged what little butt he had, which made Bailey giggle to herself, just right. The way his curls were attempting to be tamed by the hat that sat backwards on his head. The way a sliver of his tattoo would poke out from under his sleeve. They would make eye contact every so often, Danny flashing her a grin with every shot he made. This would make Bailey smile and tilt her head to the side with a loving look in her eyes.

At some point, Danny had disappeared from the group of people by the pool table, stepping closer to Bailey, gently placing his hand on her waist and leaning down so that his mouth was close to her ear. “I’m gonna go to the bathroom. You alright, Bubba?” She nodded and gave him a quick peck on the lips. Danny gave her hip a light squeeze, then playfully tapped her ass with a smirk.

 Bailey blushed and stifled a laugh, looking down to her near-empty glass. Deciding she wasn’t going to drink anymore that night, she headed up to the bartop and ordered a Sprite. She felt someone lean onto the bar next to her and she could smell the alcohol radiating off of him. Bailey tried to scoot away from him, but there was another person on her other side. She tapped her fingers on the bartop and gave the guy a weak, polite smile. The guy returned the gesture with a drunken, crooked grin. Bailey looked past his shoulder, searching for Danny. 

Drunk Guy placed his hand on hers. “Let me buy you a drink, sweetheart.” His words were so slurred that she almost didn’t understand him. The bartender, the heaven sent angel that he was, set Bailey’s Sprite down in front of her. Perfect timing. She pulled her hand away and stood from the barstool.

“Um… no, thank you. This is mine. And, I don’t think my boyfriend would appreciate other guys buying me drinks.” Bailey tried to step away, but the guy grabbed her wrist. She gasped as he spun her back around, his eyes darkening. “L-let go of me.”

“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be like that. Let me guess. Your boyfriend is in the bathroom? That’s what they all say.” His hands found their way to her hips, pulling her against him and trying to connect their lips. Bailey squeezed her eyes shut and turned her head away, trying to fight against him just as two strong hands grabbed the guy by his shoulders and spun him around. 

“Do not ever, and I mean ever, lay a hand on her again.” Danny grabbed the guy by his jacket lapels and practically lifted him into the air. “Do I make myself fucking clear?” The guy swallowed hard and nodded, a look of genuine fear in his eyes. Danny gave Drunk Guy a sharp shove to the shoulders. “Get the hell out of here.” The guy scrambled away, barely avoiding bumping into Bailey as he did. Danny stared him down as he fled out of the door, his gaze softening as he looked at Bailey. He stepped to her, taking her drink and setting it on the bartop. He pulled her into his chest, one hand around her waist and the other on the back of her head softly stroking her hair. “Bubba… I’m so sorry. You’re okay, right? He didn’t hurt you, did he? I’ll kill him. I swear if he ev-”

“Danny.” Bailey cut him off, tears beginning to form in her eyes as she pulled away from him. “He didn’t hurt me.” Danny’s hand came up to gently cup her cheek, his thumb wiping away the tear that had fallen. Bailey swallowed hard and brought her hand to Danny’s wrist. “I just want to go home.”

“Yeah. Okay. Okay, Bub. We can go.” Danny pressed a soft kiss to her forehead, sliding his hands into hers. “I gotta tell Sam we’re leaving. Do you want to come with, or do you want me to walk you to the car?” Bailey told him that she preferred the latter, and she was led to Danny’s Jeep. He opened the door for her and helped her in. 

Bailey put a hand on Danny’s shoulder. “Are you okay to drive, DJ?”

“I’m good, pretty girl. I only had one drink tonight and it wasn’t very strong. I’ll be right back, baby.” He pressed a kiss to her cheek and closed the door, heading back inside.

Bailey sat in the quiet, staring out of the windshield with silent tears rolling down her face. She lightly jumped when the driver side door slammed shut, followed by Danny throwing his vehicle into reverse and starting the drive home. His hand rested on her thigh, his thumb rubbing soothing circles into her skin. He glanced over to her almost every 30 seconds, like he was scared she would disappear if he wasn’t looking at her. Bailey continued to stare out of her window, a blank expression on her face and her hands fidgeting in her lap. She was so zoned out that she didn’t hear Danny saying her name.

“Baby.” Nothing. “Bubba.” Nothing. “Bailey.” He squeezed her thigh, finally pulling her from her trance. She looked up to him and let out a shaky breath, laying her head on his shoulder. 

Danny gave her a sympathetic smile. “Have you eaten anything tonight, baby?” She shook her head against his bicep. “Do you wanna stop somewhere? There’s an Arby’s just up the road, or a Taco Bell closer to the house.”

“I’m not hungry, DJ. I just wanna go home.” Danny pressed a kiss to her head and whispered a small ‘okay’ in response, driving the rest of the way home in a comfortable silence. As the gravel of the driveway crunched under the Jeep’s tires, Bailey reached down to her heels, pulling them off of her feet. “These shoes are killing me, Bub.”

Danny chuckled and put the vehicle into park. “Is that code for ‘please carry me inside’? Because, if so. Then absolutely, pretty girl.” He climbed out of the Jeep, making his way to her door. He turned his back to her, letting her drape her arms around his neck and lock her legs around his waist. 

Danny piggy-backed Bailey into the house, kicked his shoes off by the door, and carried her to the bathroom, setting her on the vanity. He turned to face her, slotting himself between her legs. “Let’s get this makeup off, yeah?” Danny dug through the drawers of the vanity, pulling out makeup wipes, micellar water, and cotton pads. He’s watched her do this routine so many times, so he knew every step, gently wiping away the layer of cosmetics. 

Danny wiped away the last of her mascara, leaning forward and capturing her lips in a firm, but gentle, kiss. “There we go, Bubba. Now, let’s go put some comfy clothes on and go to bed.” He lifted Bailey again, carrying her to the bedroom, kicking the door closed behind him. He let her down in front of the dresser, pulling out clean clothes for her to wear. Bailey changed quietly and climbed into bed as Danny followed suit. He draped his arm over her waist, pulling her back into his bare chest. “I’m so sorry that guy did that to you. Do you wanna talk about it?”

Bailey just shook her head and closed her eyes.

“It’s okay, baby. We don’t have to talk. I’ve got you.” Danny planted a kiss to the back of her head and buried his face in her hair. “I love you, Bailey. Goodnight, baby.”

Bailey let out a long breath and rested her hand over his forearm. “Thank you for getting rid of him. I love you, Daniel. Goodnight, Bubba.” Danny hugged her closer to him as they both drifted to sleep in each other’s embrace.

~

The next morning, Bailey was awake before Danny. His back was to her with his pillow hugged to his chest. She pressed a kiss to his bare shoulder, then quietly climbed out of bed and made her way out to the kitchen, turning on the coffee maker. Danny stirred at her touch, but settled back into his pillow.

Bailey rummaged through the fridge, but she didn’t really feel like eating. She closed the fridge and leaned against her palms on the countertop, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath and then stretching her arms above her head. She grabbed a coffee cup she had gotten from one of her photography trips in Switzerland from the cabinet and set it on the counter, still waiting for the coffee to be done. 

Without warning, Bailey felt hands on either one of her elbows. She gasped and pulled away, almost knocking her mug onto the floor. She whipped around, finding Danny with his hands up in surrender and his eyebrows up in shock. “Damn it, Danny!” Bailey let out a breathy giggle. “You’re like a cat. I’m gonna put a fucking bell on you.”

“Bailey…” Danny stifled a chuckle and dropped his hands as he stepped closer to Bailey. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay, baby?” 

She nodded. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m okay, DJ. Just didn’t hear you, that’s all.” She wrapped her arms around Danny’s torso and laid her head on his chest.

Danny was hesitant, but laced his arms around her shoulders and pressed a kiss to the top of her head. “We should’ve talked about boundaries before I touched you. I’m so sorry, Bub.” 

Bailey shook her head against his chest and lightly scratched her nails over his bare back. “Oh, Danny. That’s not what this is about. I’m okay. You just scared me because you didn’t make any noise when you came out of the bedroom. It’s not a big deal, Bubba.” 

Danny rubbed his hands up and down her arms as he kissed her head again and gently pulled back from her. “It is a big deal, Bails. I don’t like that I made you react like that. I don’t like that I scared you. Especially not after last night.”

“Danny, seriously. It’s okay, Bub. I’m over it. What happened could have been a lot worse.” Bailey gave him a reassuring smile and rose to her tiptoes to press a kiss to the corner of his mouth. “I promise. Everything is alright.” Danny rested his hands on her hips as he let out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. Bailey brought her hand up to cup his jaw and ran her thumb over his bottom lip.

Danny hummed and smirked. “Is that coffee I smell, pretty girl?” In one swift motion, he picked Bailey up and set her on the countertop. She giggled as he reached around her, grabbing his own mug from the cabinet after reminding her to duck. He poured the coffee into his cup and then Bailey’s. He placed the pot back into its spot and reached into the fridge for the milk and creamer. “Pumpkin caramel for the lady?” Bailey nodded, a wide grin on her face. Danny handed her the jug of creamer and grabbed his own French vanilla sweetener. 

After the jugs were placed back in the fridge, Bailey tapped the side of her mug against Danny’s with a soft giggle. “I love you, Daniel Robert Wagner Junior.”

“Ooo. Full name.” Danny breathed a laugh through his nose as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to hers. “I love you, Bailey Rue Parker.”

~~~

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[a-blind-bat]

GhostLights Event: Blind Date With a Prompt - @dcxdp-ghostlights

and With the Stars as Our Witness

Edit: I forgot the prompts…

Prompts: Fanasty AU | Gala

*~*~*~*~*~*

Danny wasn’t a fan of these galas. He felt suffocated being in a room with so many people. Royals, legends, and the wealthy all gathered in one place for a celebration. The bustling of conversation along with the low buzz of music coming from a band in the corner mixed together to create one sound that bangs at Danny’s ears.

Sam had dragged him and Tucker along with her. She was forced to attend on account of her parent’s wishes and she would be damned if she had to suffer through it alone. Only seventeen minutes into the party, though, Sam got trapped in a conversation with some earl and Tucker was showing off some of his inventions to potential patrons, leaving Danny to try and entertain himself. Irony is a funny little thing. So here he is, awkwardly standing in a corner and trying to drown out his boredom with extremely expensive wine.

He should’ve made up an excuse, acted like there was a life-threatening emergency to attend to. He would rather be fighting a dragon over experiencing this party for a second longer. Even if it was a Wayne Gala, which was always praised to the high heavens, he found the party to not live up to the legend. The head of the house, Bruce Wayne, was easy to spot. He was always crowded around various wealthy participants, all laughing and chatting their heads off. He did not envy Ser Bruce, seeing as he had to interact with so many people. Even watching the crowd made him tired. The longing warmth of his bed filled his mind as he absentmindedly swirled the red wine around in the glass.

A sharp sound of metal repeatedly hitting glass pierces his ears, and he looks up from the pool of red to see an old man dressed in a black suit befitting those in wealthy circles. He was standing on the stairs and tapping a spoon against a wine glass. The crowd quiets down to a murmur as the old man clears his throat.

“I welcome everyone to our humble estate, we are gathered here to celebrate our newest addition to the Wayne linage. "

Right, the whole reason anyone was even here in the first place. The Wayne family had gained another child. Not through birth, but through adoption. Bruce Wayne was famous for picking unfortunate children off the streets of Gotham and adopting them into his luxurious life. This was his fifth…sixth kid? Danny had lost count. The rich really could afford everything.

“Chosen by Ser Bruce Himself, we welcome Duke Thomas,”

A roar of applause filled the ballroom as a person Danny presumed was Duke came walking down the stairs. Danny didn’t know what the new kid looked like. He was expecting another black-haired, blue-eyed, perfect prince archetype, seeing as the rest of the ones that were adopted were similar. But Duke was different.

The whole crowd was quiet except for the band, who played music to accompany Duke’s descent down to the ground floor. His smile was bright and blinding, and Danny could swear there was this light surrounding him, emitting off of him and surrounding him like the wings of an angel. He was dressed in yellow, gold, and black, his outfit befitting one of a prince. Halfway down, Duke’s gaze met Danny’s. The other boy's eyes turned from brown to golden and Danny had this urge to run towards Duke, to hold him and get to know him. It wasn’t a feeling he had ever felt before; it was terrifying.

Duke looked away as he finally reached the ballroom floor. The surrounding guests rushed to greet him and present their own gifts. No doubt a way to buy themselves into the good graces of Duke and Bruce. The old man coughed to gain the attention of the guests once again.

“I know you're all excited to get to know him, and what better way to get to know someone than with a dance!”

The party erupts into a roar as the band starts to play a sweet and romantic melody. Duke is immediately swept into the chaos as the dance floor becomes filled with waltzing couples. Before Danny could think, his feet were carrying him to the dance floor, his eyes fixated on Duke Thomas, who was currently enrolled in a dance with a nice young lady in a peach-pink dress.

As soon as Danny stepped into the dancing crowd, he got pulled into the arms of a young woman in a beautiful red gown. They twirl around a bit and he loses his Duke in the crowd. He looks across the ballroom floor for him as he dances around, eyes darting from one person to the next. He finally spots Duke with a different lady. This one is wearing a glimmering dark green gown, her smile big as they dance around. Duke looks around above the head of the woman and his eyes soften once they meet Danny’s. Duke twirls the lady around with one hand and lets her go, twirling her right into the arms of another lady as he bows to her. Danny lets go of the woman in his arms and bows to her, walking off towards Duke. Duke gets swept up into another dance with a nice gentleman in a fancy blue outfit adorned with jewels. They twirl and twirl before the gentleman spins Duke around with one hand. Once the spin ends, they both bow, leaving Danny an opportunity to finally dance with Duke. Danny felt various tingles shoot up through his arms as his hands interlocked with Duke’s. It was exhilarating. He had never felt this way with anyone before. It was even more strange as he had never seen Duke Thomas before.

Now that Danny is closer, he can get a good look at Duke. Duke’s a little shorter than he expected, maybe an inch or two below Danny. Beauty marks sparsely cover his face and a small scar across his left brow. His brown eyes were no longer brightly golden, but Danny could see tiny gold specks floating around in his dark brown eyes. He was beautiful, and Danny could feel his heart race. His cheeks felt hot and yet he felt as if he was completely at peace.

“Do you ever not stare?” Duke asks, a smile accompanying his question.

Danny laughs. “Don’t act like you weren’t looking for me as well.”

“It’s quite hard to look away from someone who’s glowing green. "

Danny steps back a bit too far and steps on someone’s foot. He quickly apologizes and leans in close to Duke.

“I glow?”

“Do you not know? Your eyes, they shimmer this toxic green sometimes. I was inclined to think you were magic. "

Everyone knows magic users don't receive warm welcomes in the kingdom of Gotham. So being accused of being magic was a big deal. While magic users may not get burned at the stake, there’s still prejudice and if they find out Danny can do magic-.

“I can feel your panic. No need to worry.” Duke’s eyes turn into a shiny golden. “I’m magic as well,”

“Is that why I was so drawn to you?”

“Perhaps, seems like magic souls seek each other out. "

“I just realized you don't know my name. They call me Danny.”

“‘Danny’? I like it, I think it fits you, I’m Duke, you already know that but I still like to introduce myself. "

“It's nice to meet you, Duke. "

They waltz together for what seems like forever. Until Duke speaks up again.

“Do you like stars, Danny?”

“I like the stars, yes,”

“Then I have something to show you if you’ll be so kind as to let me”

Danny nods and Duke slips them both away from the party. He leads the other boy to a balcony, out of immediate sight of the rest of the partygoers. The yellow light of the ballroom pours out onto the balcony, clashing with the dark of the night. The night sky is littered with shimmering stars, the light cast from the bright stars shining down on Duke makes him look like he’s in a romantic painting.

“I rarely like these big parties. When I get overwhelmed, I tend to sneak out here. I thought maybe you would like it. The stars always looked lovely up here. "

Danny loved it, the stars dancing around in the sky. Glowing so bright, so far, yet so close. He looked back at Duke, the stars twinkling in his eyes alongside the golden specks. Duke was lovely.

“You glow as well,”

Duke’s attention switched back to Danny, one eyebrow raised and a worried expression on his face. He looked down at himself, trying to find this glow Danny was talking about.

“I don’t think anyone else can see it. "

“We see in each other what others can not, sounds like a poem to me. "

“You like poems?”

“Sometimes,”

Silence filled the air again, but it wasn’t uncomfortable. It was nice. Danny acknowledged how strange his feelings towards Duke were. They had only just met, not even spending an hour together, and yet he was so drawn to him, like a moth to a flame. It was intoxicating and so free to be in the presence of someone he had never seen before tonight.

“Do you feel it too?”

Duke doesn’t even have to explain. Danny knows what he means. The magnetic pull drew him closer and closer. The glow in Duke’s eyes shows a part of him that no one else knows. The comfort and peace he feels just being near each other. He had never felt anything like this before. It scared him and he wanted to dive headfirst into this feeling. To know more about the magic boy next to him.

"Was afraid you didn't,"

Duke smiled at his answer, and Danny was no longer in a hurry to get home. His bed could wait. And if they shared a kiss that night, the stars would not tell.

*~*~*~*~*~*

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[readyforthegarden]

Breakable Heaven - Epilogue

Pairing: Danny Wagner x Female Reader

Synopsis: Being the maid of honor in your best friends wedding is already stressful enough without the best man being the ex-boyfriend who tore your heart to shreds. Stumbling across a dating app with dates for hire, you take a chance, inviting a perfect stranger to pretend to be your boyfriend for the weeklong celebrations. But how long can the charade last when the champagne starts pouring and feelings start growing?

Warnings: allusions to sex, mild descriptions of sex, pregnancy 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT!

AN: Happy Valentines Day my beloveds!!! What better way to celebrate Wagner Wednesday and Valentines Day together than the final installment of Breakable Heaven?? One more time, I just wanted to say thank you everyone who has read and supported this fic, it has been so fun to write and just an amazing treat to get through the winter blues! I hope you all enjoyed it, and that you enjoy this sneak peek into Danny and Honey's future!

WC: 2380

The crowd had been electric all night, and Danny played his heart out for them, taking extra care during his drum solo to leave them satisfied. As he stood on the platform with his three brothers, arms around one another and taking their final bow, he had a moment where he couldn’t believe that this was his life. Playing sold out arenas and stadiums, making music he loved and seeing the world. It was a dream come true.

Taking one last bow, Danny followed Sam off stage, his adrenaline still pumping. They spoke excitedly about the fans and the little mistakes and improvements they could make for the next show, and Danny nearly missed the excited squeal coming from the hallway as they turned towards the greenroom.

“That was amazing!” you ran towards him leaping into his sore, tired arms. Another dream come true for Danny, who had envisioned a moment just like this so long ago. “Oh my gosh you sounded better than ever before baby!”

“Thanks Honey,” Danny’s lips captured yours in a kiss as he adjusted you in his arms, refusing to put you down as he walked. “It’s good to be back in action. I missed this.”

“Oh yeah, you were really missing the tour life while on your second honeymoon.” Sam rolled his eyes sarcastically. Danny finally let you down and you fell into step next to him, hand entwined with his. 

“I did!” Danny protested. “I mean, not a whole lot, but I did.”

“I think you were busy with other things, darling.” you murmured, pressing a kiss to the tattoo on his bicep. Danny smirked down at you, a flash in his eyes that you were all too familiar with. You could tell he was thinking of the secluded beach villa in Italy, both of your favorite parts of the romantic vacation.. The ocean right outside your bedroom, terrace doors wide open and making love to the sounds of the waves crashing on the shore, the salty breeze chilling your sweaty bodies. 

Your first honeymoon had been a quick one. Danny’s touring schedule didn’t allot for much time after the wedding, so the two of you had rented a secluded cabin in the Smoky Mountains for nearly a whole week before he had to leave for tour. It was perfect in your eyes, but Danny had decided he wanted to take you somewhere special for a “real honeymoon” one day.

Your second honeymoon that was three years in the making had been a recreation of the bubble you’d been in at Olivia and Mike’s wedding nearly five years ago. Both of you enjoyed your time during the day, walking through historic towns and villages on the coast, letting the sun soak into your skin and give you both a golden tan. But as soon as your late dinners were over, it was to the bedroom, and suddenly you both couldn’t get enough of each other again. 

“Hey, keep those looks to yourself mister,” you smirked up at him. “At least until we get to the hotel.” Danny leaned down, pressing a kiss to your lips before dragging them to your ear. The shiver his words sent down your spine had you itching to throw him in the dressing room and lock Sam out, all to get a taste of what the night would offer.

As you neared the rooms, you could already see Jake wandering the halls half undressed. His suit jacket had been long gone and his trousers unbuttoned, but he looked like he was on a mission to dire to care.

“There you are!” he looked relieved as he saw you. “That stupid mascara Josh talked me into is burning my eyes, and I can’t find the makeup wipes anywhere.”

“Oh god,” you sighed, reaching into your bag and pulling out a small travel packet of makeup removing wipes. You’d taken to carrying them with you since Danny loved dabbling in eyeliner, sometimes not realizing he’d smudged some onto his temples while trying to apply it. “Okay, we should probably put some drops in too.” Turning to Danny, you laid a quick kiss upon his cheek before walking over to Jake, a wipe already out and over your finger, wiping at the man’s under eyes as you both walked towards his dressing room.

Danny watched you with a smile, taking in the image of you scolding Jake as you entered his room, because he touched his eye. “Have you washed your hands since you were on stage?! I can smell the metal from your strings on them from here, and you’re touching your eyes! No wonder they’re burning!” He couldn’t lie and say there wasn’t a small amount of time he was afraid you and his best friends in the world wouldn’t get along. Josh and Sam had welcomed you in with open arms, especially Sam once he got to meet you in the flesh, the two of you hitting it off instantly. But Jake took a bit to thaw. In fact, for the first few months Danny and yourself dated officially, you had thought Jake hated you. He didn’t talk much around you, gave you polite, yet flat answers to questions and conversations. The resolution happened when you had been tipsy at a party, and he had been treating you with the same flatline tone, and you finally snapped and called him out before storming away and trying not to cry in the bathroom.

Danny wanted to go after you but Jake went instead, and you ended up having an hour long talk with him, sitting in the empty bathtub where you had hidden yourself, toe-to-toe. Jake was very much an older brother to Danny, as he’d known him forever, but he also knew Danny had a big, loving heart and that people only wanted to take advantage of it. Jake never meant for you to feel like he disliked you, in fact, he was growing to like you very much, especially with how happy Danny was. But he did admit he felt a need to help guard his younger brother's heart. With that cleared, and your admittance and vow that you were desperately in love with Danny Wagner the person, not the drummer or any other version of him, you and Jake became thick as thieves, and Danny could finally relax. 

“How come she can yell at him like that, but we can’t?” Sam nudged Danny as they walked into their own dressing room, beginning to pry off the rhinestones on their faces and wipe off their own makeup.

“I think he knows she can take him in a fight.” Danny laughed. “Remember when she beat everyone at arm wrestling that one night?” Sam laughed, nodding. 

“She nearly flipped Jake over the table,” he agreed. “Yeah, that’s probably why.”

It wasn’t long before everyone was filing out of the sprinter van and into the hotel lobby for the night, the tour manager handing everyone key cards and letting them know to be downstairs at 8am sharp or they’d leave without them.

Getting to your room, Danny unlocked the door and ushered you in before following, shutting and locking it behind him. You dropped your bags in the small hallway and turned, just as Danny crouched slightly and scooped you up, making you squeal softly as he blindly found the bed and dumping you down upon it before following, dragging the tip of his nose against your cheek and gazing down at you.

“I’m surprised you’re not exhausted,” you murmured. “If I played the drums like you did tonight, I’d have already been asleep in the car.”

“Mm, call it post-show adrenaline,” Danny pressed kisses down your neck. “I think I could go for a couple rounds.”

“A couple?” you quirked your eyebrow at him as he raised his head, a charming, playful smirk tugging his lips up at the corner. 

“Yeah,” he sighed. “Think you can keep up, Mrs. Wagner?”

“Oh I’ll do more than keep up, Mr. Wagner.”

It had been a month since you had visited Danny on tour. The schedule had worked out nicely, stay with him for a few shows before the holidays, come back home and spend Christmas and his birthday and New Years with his family, then come home for a week then he went out to do some pre-tour press with the guys before the grind started back up. 

Currently, you were feeling entirely unwell, laying on the couch while some show played on the TV. You had never felt this queasy in your life, and it felt like everything was either making you nauseous or giving you a terrible headache. On the occasion you could eat and keep it down, you ended up with a bad case of heartburn.

“You know,” Olivia came around the corner, a small tray in her hands. “If this chicken soup doesn’t make you feel better, I don’t know what will.” she set it down on the coffee table in front of you, looking you over. “Are you sure you don’t have the flu?”

“I don’t know. I don’t have a fever, there’s no congestion. I’ve just felt really sick for the past few days.” you groaned. “I should go to the doctor but I just don’t want to bother if it’s just a stomach bug.”

“Yeah, but those usually are only twenty-four hours,” Olivia pursed her lips. “You don’t think…”

“What don’t I think?” you asked as you sat yourself up, waiting for room to stop tilting slightly before looking up at your best friend.

“Well,” Olivia started gently. “You don’t think you might be, you know, pregnant, do you?” your stomach dropped to the floor as you stared at the coffee table. Your last period, when was it? Going on tour with Danny, you didn’t have to pack anything for it…no it had been the week before. And you’d been so distracted with helping Danny get everything ready for the next leg of the tour you hadn’t noticed you were late. Turning to look up at Olivia, you looked panicked.

“Oh my god,” you whispered. “I think I am.” Olivia and you stared at one another, wide eyed, waiting for the other to make a movie.

“Do you have any tests?” Olivia whispered, afraid she was going to speak something into existence just by asking. Shaking your head, you went to stand up. “No! You stay here!” she dashed to the kitchen and you could hear her pouring water from your pitcher. She came back in with your large water bottle, handing it to you. “Drink that, I’ll be right back.”

You sipped from the straw on the water bottle, fighting down the wave of illness you felt after three or four of them. You weren’t sure if that wave was potential morning sickness or from anxiety. Of course you and Danny had talked about a family in the future. You hadn’t really thought about kids before, but with Danny, you had found yourself daydreaming of that life with him. Especially when one of his cousins brought their two-year old to the holiday party at his parents house, and they were glued to Danny’s side the whole time. You just didn’t know if you were both ready at this moment in time to start that future.

Olivia burst back into your house soon after you started going through every scenario of how this could play out in your head. She must’ve broken a dozen traffic laws to make the time she did, but she brought in three bags from the pharmacy, one with multiple types of tests, one with various candies she knew you loved, and another with prenatal vitamins and pedialyte. The two of you locked yourselves in the bathroom as you took the tests and placed them on the counter, setting timers on your phones for each one.

“Stupid question, but how are you feeling?” Olivia asked quietly, watching as you paced.

“Honestly, I don’t know how I’m feeling.” you answered. “All I know is I’m feeling every emotion humanly possible. I’m scared, I’m nervous, I’m excited but I’m anxious. If they’re positive I don’t know how I’m going to react. How Danny’s going to react when I tell him. He can’t just leave a multi-million dollar tour to come play house. Most of all I’m just happy you’re here.” Olivia took one of your hands in both of hers, holding it tightly.

“No matter what, I’m always going to be here.” she smiled. “Whether I’m going to be an auntie or not.” the two of you let the space fill with silence, almost being startled by the alarms as they began to go off. “Do you want me to look?”

“No, I can do it.” you murmured. Your stomach was in knots as you stepped over to the counter. A line of tests glaring up at you, the rest of your life possibly about to change.

“I can’t believe you waited this long,” Sam whispered as you walked with him down the hallway of the hotel, on your way to Danny’s room. “He’s gonna flip.”

“Okay you cannot say it like that, you jerk. I wanted to wait for a doctor to confirm it before I told anyone.” you elbowed the slender young man next to you. “I’m terrified, and I need a little support here.” Sam stopped, placing his arms on your biceps and leaning down to stare into your eyes.

“Danny is going to be thrilled, I promise you.” Sam looked deadly serious before a smile tugged at his round cheeks. “You don’t have anything to worry about.” he pulled you into a hug, murmuring something about not being able to wait to be Uncle Sammy. You parted, and he continued to lead you to Danny’s door, tucking you behind him before knocking. It wasn’t long before you heard his footsteps and the locks unlocking.

“Hey Sam, what’s up-Honey!” Danny nearly pushed Sam out of the way once you peeked around Sam’s shoulder with a soft smile. “Baby what are you doing here?! I didn’t know you were coming!”

“I just wanted to surprise you.” you laughed as he wrapped you up in his arms. “Sam helped me.”

“This is the best surprise ever,” he murmured, kissing your hair. “Thanks Sam,” he patted Sam’s shoulder, who took his leave as Danny ushered you inside. There was a golf tournament on the TV, the announcers voices filling the silence as you walked further in. “God, I was just thinking about how I missed you, and here you are.”

“Dreams do come true, don’t they?” you laughed softly, nerves starting to build up. It was now or never. 

“Yes they certainly do,” Danny grinned, taking your chin between his thumb and forefinger and kissing you lovingly. He deepened the kiss and you let yourself get carried away for a moment before pulling away slightly.

“I have something I need to give you.” you tried to reach for your bag but Danny pulled you back to his lips.

“It can wait, honey,” he murmured, his breath warm on your face. You could feel your resolve melting but stood firm.

“It actually can’t.” Danny sighed, pulling away and watching you dig into your bag, pulling out a velvet box. Holding it out to him, Danny took it, a small, confused smile on his face.

“What is this?” he asked, puzzled, looking back at you.

“Just open it,”

Danny did as instructed, and was greeted with a square sapphire pendant sitting on a silver chain. He glanced up at you before noticing the grainy photo image in the lid of the box. He looked from it to you several times, and you tried to read his expression.

“Is…Is this?” he pointed to the box, then his eyes zeroed in on your stomach. It was still largely flat, at this point just looking like some incredibly minor bloating. “Are you?”

“We’re due in September.” you whispered, tears stinging your eyes. “So I thought you should have a sapphire of your own.” It happened in less than a second. The pendant and sonogram was tossed to the bed behind you as Danny wrapped his arms around you, kissing you over and over again. He pulled away, resting a hand on your lower abdomen, smiling knowing his child was growing there.

“Honey, this really is the best surprise ever,” he sniffled, a few stray tears falling down his cheeks. “I’m going to have that necklace welded permanently, I swear to god. Oh my god, I’m gonna be a dad!”

“How about that?” you murmured, resting your forehead against his. The two of you embraced in silence for a bit, before Danny finally parted, holding your face in one hand as he smiled down at you.

“I really think being your wedding date was the best thing that ever could’ve happened to me.” nodding, you replied.

“Me too.”

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[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

For my late night readers 🫶

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner *slash with a capital SH

Warnings and tags: 18+ only you know me by now, friends to lovers, angst, miscommunication, kissing, drinking

Word count: 1k!

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Sam stood in the tiny coat closet, leaning against the small collection of winter jackets his family had accumulated over the years, and waited for the person he’d be paired up with to join him. It was Josh’s idea to play this game after hours of drinking and partying, though somehow Sam had ended up being the one shoved inside.

Danny followed Jake up the stairs of the Kiszka house, confused about why he was being taken away from the raging party on the first floor but going along with it nonetheless. Once they reached the top Danny saw a few people, including Josh, had gathered in the hallway and were giggling. Something was up. His cup full of whatever liquid death concoction had been poured for him was plucked out of his hand and before he knew it he was being pushed through a closet door.

“What the fuck!” Danny hollered as the door was slammed shut behind him.

“Daniel?” Sam asked, his eyes having adjusted to the dark minutes ago, but still not able to really see who it was for sure.

“Sam? Why are you in a closet? Why are we in a closet?”

“It’s a game” Sam replied, feeling around blindly for the string attached to the overhead light and tugging when his fingers caught it. He squinted his eyes when the light came on, a hazy yellow glow filling the tight space from the bulb he was sure hadn’t been changed since at least the 90s.

“Game?” Danny questioned again, his brain to muddled with alcohol to understand what it was he’d been forced into playing.

“Seven Minutes in Heaven. Or well, maybe just five now” Sam replied, crossing his arms across his chest now that the light had revealed just how close they really were both crammed in here together.

Danny took a moment to remember what that game was knowing he’d heard about it before, though he didn’t recall ever being crammed in a closet except for when he was like eight years old and playing hide and seek. “Wait, the game where you try to see how far you get with someone in seven minutes?”

“That’s the one” Sam shifted onto his other knee next, tired of standing in this awkward position but in exchange he accidentally bumped into Danny with his elbow. “Shit sorry”.

“Why did they put us in here together?” Danny thought about the mischievous look Jake had on his face when he found him in the kitchen. Now it made sense. “Like we’re best friends, do they really expect us to be making out in a closet right now?”

Sam was unphased by Danny’s declaration of their friendship status, they’d been inseparable for years now, he was Danny’s best friend and Danny was his no doubts about that. On the other hand, he was a little hurt Danny had offhandedly sounded a little disgusted with the idea of kissing him and it made Sam’s cheeks burn red.

“I mean, I’ve kissed everyone else who’s come in here with me. I think it’d be more suspicious if we didn't, right?”

How long has he been in this closet? Danny thought to himself, ignoring the fact that he was subconsciously upset that Sam was up here smacking with randoms while he was out at the party they’d invited him to. “I mean just a kiss? I’m not groping you or anything”.

“Don’t make it weird, it's just a kiss. Friends kiss each other all the time” Sam assured him, standing up straight so that they were more matched in height.

“Wait,” Danny stopped him before Sam could lean over and follow through, “turn the light back out”.

“You do it”.

Danny rolled his eyes and reached over, just barely having pulled the string when he felt Sam’s lips on his. It came as a surprise, but perhaps even more surprising was how soft they were and how perfectly they fit together. Just one kiss he reminded himself as he closed his eyes even in the pitch black and allowed himself to kiss him back.

Sam pulled away prematurely having not expected Danny to reciprocate, but before they could decide if their seven minutes were up he lurched forward again.

Instinctively Danny’s hand came up to cup Sam’s face, tilting his head so their noses weren’t smushed together. In return Sam’s hand slid up his chest and grabbed hold onto the collar of his shirt, balling the cotton up into his fist.

They lost track of how long they had been in there together, but it definitely felt longer than they were supposed to. Sam broke the kiss first again, Danny feeling him lick his lips before he backed away and let him go.

Sam wanted to say something, wanted to ask him if he’d felt the same thing he did. Sure it was supposed to be all fun and games in here, but with Danny Sam felt like it meant more than it did with anyone else. Even if they were supposed to be just friends. Before he could find the right words Danny was busting out of the closet and pushing through the crowd that had gathered at the door waiting to hear what happened.

“Dan! Wait!” Sam called out after him as he scrambled out of the closet as well, but Danny had already taken off down the stairs.

“What’s the matter Sammy?” Josh asked with a teasing tone, “cats got his tongue?”

“Shut the fuck up Josh” Sam hissed at him, realizing now that it was the twins’ idea to get them in there together. Always meddling in his business.

Sam left them upstairs to keep playing their dumb game and went to look for Danny, but after combing through every room of the house he’d come up empty handed.

Fuck, what did I do? he cursed at himself in his head, worried out of his mind that Danny hated him now. How many years of friendship did they have? And in just seven minutes Sam was afraid it was all over.

…TBC

[A/N: I wanted to do a quick read miniseries with lots of unnecessary angst so here we are! Enjoy!]

[smittenroses]

//scuttles in here like a creature from hell

Hewwo, I would like a DBD fix. May I request The Oni, Ghostface, Trickster, Pyramid Head and maybe Wesker reacting to their SO admitting they feel safer with the person actively hunting them down in trials while they sleep over other survivors because at least they know what the killer will do owo? -Sincerely le creature from hell

(I am in tears writing this help ALSO FEEL FREE TO IGNORE IF REQUEST ATENT OPEN IT SAID OPEN. UT NOT 100% SURE OLAY BYE)

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Fandom — Dead by Daylight Pairing — Danny Johnson/reader Summery — Danny is bored, and you just happen to be there to provide him some unique entertainment Content Warnings — none Word Count — 647

Danny never expected to find himself sitting by a burning barrel in the Entity’s domain. He had long since forgone the comfort of the artificial warmth knowing that like all sensations in the realms, it was simply one that the Entity gave so that the survivors had some sort of hope in the trials. It survived on hope and endurance, it survived on making the survivors feel as if they have some sort of chance to escape and be free from the endless torture that they were shoved in.

Danny, on the other hand, was brought here to try and make that hope last a bit longer with every game they played. It seemed like heaven to have an endless hunting ground that he could toy and play with, different survivors having their own tricks that they could use; it got boring after a while, though. As survivors learned each other’s tricks and began to almost blur into one being, Danny found himself bothering his fellow killers more than the survivors when they strayed too far from the campfire.

And now, because the others had begun to get annoyingly boring, he bothered you.

“So, how long are you going to stare at the fire, little mouse?” You jumped as Danny finally made a noise, your head snapping to be eye to eye with the mask he wore; he never took it off for anyone, ever, so all you could see were the abysses for eyes that stared back, a thin shroud of cloth that he could see out of but you couldn’t see in. Flashing the knife in his hand before putting it away, he balanced on his toes as he crouched beside you, grinning underneath the mask. All your friends were dead; they had been easy to get rid of early in the match when two of them hadn’t seen him in the grass and the entity had swallowed them up quickly, but, instead of you shaking in fear or even crying knowing that he probably wouldn’t give you the hatch, you instead sighed.

Sighed, right in front of him, right to his face as if he wasn’t the person that dictated if you got to live or die right now. He blinked once, twice, before your head rested against his shoulder.

This wasn’t the usual.

You were meant to be screaming, to be running…

And were you leaning your body more against him?

The bigger part of his brain told him to shift away and let you fall to the floor for your foolishness in leaning on a killer, but a smaller part of him, the one that giggled with glee at the fact that this was a deviation from the normal, made him sit on the ground. Crossing his legs as he stared down at you, his hand, covered in blood, wiped against his cloak before awkwardly patting your back.

Danny wasn’t good at this. Were you even sad? He couldn’t tell by looking at your face since you were so eerily calm — you had to be sad, yeah?

“You’re comfortable.”

With a yawn, the gears in his head clicked into place; you were tired. The Entity had to have been wanting to play another cruel game with the survivors; no one ever felt weary or needed to sleep much in the realms, but, he couldn’t admit that the pressure on his shoulder was oddly comforting.

“Let me… let me sleep here for a bit.”

Danny didn’t even get the chance to say anything, you just dropped right out on his shoulder, the killer catching your body before you could fall backwards onto the hard dirt. Staring into the fire, Danny removed his mask, placing it over your face.

Until you woke up he would stay like this. At least until he knew why you chose to do this with him than another survivor.

[truefant4sy]

Danny cooper x black reader headcannons

Sfw and nsfw⬇️⬇️⬇️

"mama" but in the most beast boy way possible

SFW:

•For starters. He is just such a kitten like litterally he will lay on top of you and just nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck while slightly purring

And he’s such a sleepy boy so this is a constant thing and the minute you try to move he will get so upset :( “danny I have to pee please let me get up” “one more minute please”

•He’s also really good at cleaning. Surprisingly. He actually finds it very calming so if you come home to the house smelling like bleach and more he probably was very anxious

•he also really enjoys playing with your hair (braids,locs,weaves, etc) he enjoys the texture and how nice it feels and of course you love how it feels to feel his cold finger tips on your scalp and when he first asked it went a lot like “Y/n ?” “Yes Danny?” “Can I play with your hair…please?”

•always makes sure to tie/strap your heels or shoes for you because he thinks as long as you guys are together (forever) you should never have to do anything

•and when your gone at work or on a trip he will spray your perfume on his pillow and cuddle it because he misses your scent and your body so much. And might cry a bit too because he’s such a sensitive boy but when you come back he’s like a happy little puppy and he’s just all over you kissing and licking at you

•he also CANNOT get enough cuddles like he will try to keep you in bed with him all day if he can and if you get out of bed to get ready for work he will whine and beg for you to come back “baby just call off today please?” Or “just stay with me love”.

NSFW:

•he whines during sex so fucking much especially when he’s on top because not only is he deeper inside you this way but he gets to see all of the pretty faces you make as you get spilt open on his hard big cock

•I also feel like his cock is about 5 inches soft 7 hard two prominent veins a few on the top and it’s just so pink. And he’s very nicely shaven. (And he's very proud of it)

•will beg for you to ride him. Like if your sitting on the couch doing some work he will get on his hands and knees and just beg for you to ride him because he’s horny “mama please…” “no Danny you see that I’m working” “but you can take a break for me baby” “no I cant.” And he will continue to beg until you decide to ride him to the heavens

•he has also stolen your used underwear more than once. He had taken pictures of them, smelt them, masturbated using them, and more and yet he still can’t get enough of your scent.

Doms every now and then but he really doesn't prefer it but if you just happen to do something that just makes him REALLY want to punish you then you might as well just pray now because he WILL not stop until you say that safe word (which you never do)

and will eat you out till you cry just because he was bored.

[henghost]

Hey, I wrote all of this in a PTSD and weed fueled haze of madness.

Can I marry your dad?

Wildbow thinks the forbidden fruit in the Garden of Eden was an apple or something that gets worms in it.

That is what the title is. If Taylor died she would be a saviour figure who was born from evil (Coil was Danny early on, but then he flinched in front of his readers being like "But he so evil, child abuser!" like a FUCKING COWARD).

I have torn down the first word of this work and I have no will to see the last. Taylor is in heaven in the end and wants to see her mom. Or she is in hell with child rapist Danny. Whichever is worse for you. But wibbles is an inferior God who cannot simply let people have FREE WILL because he is a stemlord fuckhead who wants his cool religious feelings but won't fucking commit to the bit.

I get all of this because we are reasonably similar people in terms of tastes.

Or, I was. I deflected into liking queer literature instead of being a dick about it and deciding to make Santa a transgender lesbian rapist.

To be clear, I do not think Amy is actually trans, she was just wearing a Santa suit with her family when she had her trigger event. They were doingg a photoshoot that turned into an assassination attempt on the aparrent leader of the New Wave, Mrs Clause (Victoria's costume is a lady christmas outfit). Amy was the Santa because she is the hideous orphan of the family that needs to be covered up ("like a burqa wearing freak" is how Wibbles would do this. Me and my high school friends had a whole thing about this kind of a joke when we were playing Rogue Trader once).

I actually made a setting that is basically Parahumans once, but my three God Tiers were Ciara but a Guy (the passive one), Alexndria but she's Storm (King of the Game), and The X Threat (Eidolon without the 3 power limit, was killed by Ciara but a Guy).

The whole story was about being in Detroit and having to deal with BROCKTON BAY STYLE SHIT. I do NOT think Wildbow stole this stuff or anything, I think we are just similar kinds of people. Except I like drugs! Tulip🌷 — Today at 1:45 PM• she/it ||fae/faer if you wanna|| But yeah, I was always weirded out by how I had somehow come up with a remarkably similar setting.

Funny thing: one of my players used something like Grue's power as a kind of move once, and I had to explain to him that this meant that he was causing at least 3 or 4 people to die in car accidents since he was blanketing several city blocks.

Yes, this was a public discord message at first. I would correct the typos, but they are kind of stylistically important imo.

compels me tho