#Daniel x Reader

[skmhlml]

Note: though of this like 4 in the morning. Enjoy!

Daniel x Reader

Wh4t 1 W0uldn’t D0

The room smelled like lavender and antiseptic. Dim, flickering light buzzed from the single bulb overhead, casting pale halos on the concrete walls. You were curled up in his lap, wrapped in a heavy blanket, your body trembling despite the warmth. Daniel sat behind you, his arms folded tightly around your middle, holding you in place—not that you could go far now.

Your leg, or what was left of it, throbbed under the bandages. Phantom pain danced through the space where your knee should’ve been. You didn’t want to cry again, but the tears still came, slow and hot.

Daniel kissed the top of your head, humming low and soft in your ear. Then he opened the little leather-bound book he had read from many times before, though this time the title had been scratched off. His voice was calm, like he was tucking you into bed instead of holding you prisoner.

“There was a lamb taken when they were young, during a storm,” he began, gently brushing a strand of hair from your cheek. “The wind howled and the rain screamed, and in all that noise, the lamb lost its mother. The world was too big, too loud. So a kind farmer found the little thing and brought it home. Gave it warmth. Safety. A place where the storm couldn’t touch it anymore.”

You squeezed your eyes shut, your breath catching.

“At first, the lamb was scared. But soon, it started to understand. The house wasn’t a cage. It was shelter. Protection. Love.”

He turned the page slowly, dragging the moment out like it was his favorite part of the whole performance. His voice dropped a little lower, as if sharing a secret meant just for you.

“But lambs grow, don’t they? And this one… started to look out the window too often. Started to dream. One day, the farmer left the door open, just a crack. And the lamb, silly thing, ran.”

You were shivering now, your sobs quiet but raw.

“Please,” you whispered.

Daniel ignored it. He kept reading, his voice even and smooth like it wasn’t breaking you.

“Out in the fields, the lamb was free. But freedom was cold. Freedom had wolves in the shadows. And brambles that cut. The world kicked and bit and bucked. There was no soft bed. No warm fire. No gentle voice saying goodnight. Only pain. Only fear.”

His hand slid down your side, grounding you, pulling you back when your thoughts tried to run too far. You felt his lips against your ear.

“So the lamb limped back to the house, broken and bloody. And the door was still open. The fire was still burning. The farmer… still waiting. And the lamb learned. That it was never a cage. It was a home. And the world outside? Was never meant for it.”

You broke then, sobbing fully into his shirt, clutching his sleeves with shaking fingers. The pain was unbearable, not just from your body—but from the weight of the story, and how much of you was tangled in it.

“I want to go home…” you cried. “Please…please…”

He held you tighter, rocking you slowly. There was a smile in his voice, soft and reverent.

“But you are home, little lamb,” he whispered. “This is where you belong. Safe, loved, whole. The world out there already hurt you once. I won’t let it happen again. You understand, don’t you?”

You didn’t respond. Maybe you couldn’t. The blanket was too heavy. The pain too loud. And his arms—though you hated them—were the only place warm enough to melt through the cold.

“Shh,” Daniel murmured. “It’s okay now. The storm’s over.”

And as the lights flickered above you and the book closed with a soft snap, Daniel pressed his cheek to yours and let the silence settle like dust.

Outside, the world moved on. Inside, the lamb stayed still.

Forever.

[dljcem]

daniel larusso fluff alphabet? <33

— ❀⋆˙ JUNA

daniel larusso x gn!reader

tags: fluff alphabet, not proofread, written with karate kid 1 daniel in mind

“i don’t have to think; with you, there’s no pretending.”

a- admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

he loves how you can stand up for yourself. he’s more than happy to step in when needed—show off a few of his trusty karate moves—but it’s always captivating to see you hold your own. the fire in your eyes is enough to make him melt.

b- body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

he likes your eyes—how they soften with concern after his rougher practices, how they light up with excitement when he shows up unannounced. he could stare into them all day and never get tired. but he’s still a teenage boy at heart, so… he thinks your thighs are pretty nice, too.

c - cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

his preference is holding you from behind—wrapping his arms around your waist, resting his head in the curve where your neck meets your shoulder. there’s something so intimate about it—it makes him feel soft and a little mushy inside. he’s not opposed to being held, either.

d - domestic (do they want to settle down? how are they at cooking and cleaning?)

he hasn’t given the future much thought—life in the present keeps him plenty busy—but he’s always known he wants to settle down someday. get married, have a kid or two, maybe a dog just because. it’s one of those certainties he’s carried with him for as long as he can remember. and when he meets you, something shifts. suddenly, it’s not just a distant dream—it’s a real, tangible future.

he’s not exactly skilled in the kitchen or all that handy with chores, but he’s more than willing to try. even if it ends with the floor soaked or eggs somehow stuck to the ceiling.

e - ending (if they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

he wouldn’t take it lightly. even if he’s not in love with you anymore, he still respects you more than anyone else. he’s not the type to ghost or pull away quietly—he’d want to talk, even if his voice shakes the whole way through.

f - fiancee (how do they feel about commitment? how quick would they want to get married?)

he’s all for commitment. when it comes to relationships, he’s headstrong—and when he knows you’re the one, he’s all in. no hesitation, no second-guessing. as for timing, he’d probably pop the question not long after you both turn eighteen. he doesn’t see the point in waiting around. he’s certain about you, and he’s not afraid to show it.

g - gentle (how gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

he’s usually playful, full of teasing grins and comments—but when it matters, he can be gentle. physically, he’s always careful with you; not because he doubts your strength, but because he loves you. and he wants to treat you with the utmost respect, always.

h - hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it? what are their hugs like?)

he absolutely adores hugs. they become something of a tradition between the two of you—a wordless hello, goodbye, i love you, and everything in between. on ordinary days, his hugs are light—a quick wrap of his arms around your waist. but in the moments that matter, he holds on tighter, buries his face in your shoulder, and lets himself sink into the warmth of your skin.

i - i love you (how fast do they say the l-word?)

as soon as he knows, he says it. no second thoughts, no hesitation—it just slips out, unplanned but entirely genuine.

j - jealousy (how jealous do they get? what do they do when they’re jealous?)

he’s driven more by his heart than his head, so jealousy comes easily to him. it’s usually fleeting—just a heat-of-the-moment reaction—but it happens more often than he’d like to admit. when it does, he tends to get a little clingy: hugging you from behind, slipping a hand into your back pocket, anything to keep you close.

k - kisses (what are their kisses like? where do they like to kiss you? where do they like to be kissed?)

kisses turn into a habit between the two of you. soft ones in greeting, deeper ones as good luck charms before his tournaments. he’s a simple guy—he prefers kissing you on the lips, though your cheek is a close second. as for him, he’s not picky. kiss him anywhere, and he’ll melt. having your lips on him feels like a blessing, no matter what.

l - little ones (how are they around children?)

he’s great at entertaining them—cracking jokes, making silly faces, playing games. but when it comes to calming them down or scolding them? yeah… that part doesn’t come as naturally.

m - morning (how are mornings spent with them?)

mornings with him are slow and lazy. he loves his sleep, so getting out of bed is always a struggle. most days he’ll wrap his arms around you and plead for just a few more minutes. on busy mornings, the two of you move through your routine together—brushing your teeth in the same mirror, sharing breakfast, maybe even squeezing in a shower before heading out.

n - night (how are nights spent with them?)

nights with him are nothing short of comforting. he’s usually worn out by the end of the day, so his playful energy softens into something gentler. he’ll pull you close, half-listen to you talk with sleepy eyes, or run his fingers through your hair while telling you about his own day. it’s his favorite way to unwind—just the two of you, warm and safe.

o - open (when would they start revealing things about themselves? do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

he doesn’t always mean to, but he’s an open book the second he realizes how safe he feels around you. it doesn’t come out all at once, though—he shares things gradually, in passing comments and deep conversations.

p - patience (how easily angered are they?)

his emotions tend to get the best of him, so he can get frustrated pretty easily. but after a few early arguments, he learns to rein it in—when to bite his tongue, when to walk away, and when to simply listen. all because he cares about you that much.

q - quizzes (how much would they remember about you? do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

he remembers all the little things his brain latches onto—your coffee order, your favorite color, the way you fidget when you’re nervous. but birthdays and anniversaries? total blank sometimes. it’s like his brain forgets how to function when it actually counts.

r - remember (what is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

your first date means the world to him. it was the night everything shifted—the night he realized how much better he was when he was with you. you went to an arcade. laughed until your stomachs hurt, took goofy photo booth pictures, shared a giant bottle of lemonade, and kissed—giggled into each other’s mouths with the taste of sugar and citrus on your lips.

s - security (how protective are they? how would they protect you? how would they like to be protected?)

he’s extremely protective. if someone even looks at you wrong, his body’s already on high alert—jaw tight, eyes sharp, muscles tensed like he’s ready to step in. he’d argue for you without hesitation, and if it came to it, he’d fight for you too.

being protected isn’t his favorite—it bruises his pride more than he’ll admit—but when you cheer him on or take his side in a fight, it makes his heart flutter.

t - try (how much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

he puts minimal effort into the everyday. over time, dates become part of your routine—grocery runs, sunrise bike rides, walks where you don’t really go anywhere but still end up holding hands. but for birthdays and anniversaries? he goes all out. decorations, plans, handwritten notes, the whole thing. he wants those memories to stick.

u - ugly (what would be some bad habits of theirs?)

his communication sucks at first. when he’s upset, he shuts down completely—goes quiet, pulls away, avoids you entirely like it’ll somehow fix things. he means well; he just doesn’t know how to talk about things without feeling overwhelmed or guilty. it takes time, and a lot of patience, but he slowly gets better.

v - vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

he keeps himself clean and his hair in check, but beyond that, he doesn’t stress. says he’s “effortlessly charming” with a grin that both annoys and endears you. and honestly? he kind of is.

w - whole (would they feel incomplete without you?)

completely. you’re not just his partner—you’re part of his rhythm, his daily routine. he kisses you before class, eats lunch with you when he can, calls you before bed. when you’re not there, everything feels a little off. like he’s going through the motions without the part that makes them matter.

x - xtra (a random headcanon for them.)

even though he’s soft with you most of the time, he loves sparring. something about the fire in your eyes when you’re trying to win makes his heart race. he never really minds losing either—because losing means you pinning him down, grinning with that victorious glint in your eye.

y - yuck (what are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

he can’t stand people who play games with feelings. loyalty matters a lot to him—he gives it fully and expects the same in return. if someone’s flaky, noncommittal, or treats love like it’s disposable, he’s out. no second chances.

z - zzz (what is a sleep habit of theirs?)

he sleeps like a starfish—and somehow, you’re always the surface he lands on. one leg slung over your stomach, an arm across your chest, his face tucked into your shoulder. it’s sweet until you wake up sore and stiff and he just blinks at you like he has no clue in the whole wide world.

[rose24207]

Professional, huh?

Summary: An innocent late-night work session turns into a passionate encounter when Daniel finally acts on the tension between him and his assistant, breaking all professional boundaries.

Genre: CEO!Daniel, fluff, suggestive

TW: Kissing, smut, MDNI!

A/N: whaaattt? Me? Writing for another driver who’s not Lando?? Call the news!! English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist pt. 2

The office was eerily quiet at this hour, with most of the staff having left hours ago. The only sound was the rhythmic tapping of your keyboard and the occasional scrape of Daniel’s chair against the floor as he shifted in his seat.

The small desk lamp on Daniel’s desk cast a warm glow over the room, highlighting the sharp lines of his jaw and the faint stubble on his face. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, and his tie hung loosely around his neck. He looked every bit the disheveled yet effortlessly attractive boss you couldn’t help but notice every day.

You were seated across from him, your laptop open as you finished typing the notes he’d asked for. Your back ached from hours of sitting, and your mind was foggy from the late hour, but you didn’t dare complain. Working under Daniel Ricciardo wasn’t just a job—it was a privilege.

“You’re a star, you know that?” Daniel’s voice broke the silence, deep and smooth, laced with the exhaustion of the long day.

You glanced up, startled by the sudden compliment. “Just doing my job, Mr. Ricciardo.”

He smirked, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his messy curls. “How many times have I told you? Call me Daniel. You make me feel like an old man with that ‘Mr. Ricciardo’ stuff.”

You let out a soft laugh, the sound nervous and unsure. “Sorry. Force of habit.”

His gaze lingered on you, the intensity of his brown eyes making your cheeks heat up. “You’re too polite for your own good,” he said, tilting his head slightly. “I’ve noticed that about you.”

You swallowed hard, suddenly hyper-aware of how close the two of you were in the quiet, empty office. “I just… like to keep things professional,” you managed, your voice barely above a whisper.

Daniel raised an eyebrow, the corner of his lips twitching upward in a teasing smirk. “Professional, huh?” He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the desk. “I’ve seen the way you look at me. The way you blush whenever I catch you staring.”

Your heart stopped, your face flooding with heat as you stammered, “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

He chuckled, the sound low and warm, sending a shiver down your spine. “Relax, I’m just teasing.”

But the way he said it—the way his voice dipped into something softer, something more intimate—made your stomach twist in nervous anticipation.

You tried to focus on your laptop, but you could feel his gaze on you, heavy and unrelenting. After a moment, he pushed his chair back and stood, moving around the desk to stand beside you.

“You’ve been working so hard tonight,” he said, his voice softer now. “Let me take a look.”

You turned to face him, and suddenly, he was much closer than you expected. His tall frame towered over you, and the scent of his cologne—earthy and warm—washed over you, making your head spin.

“I’m fine,” you said quickly, your voice trembling.

His eyes searched yours, a flicker of something dangerous and magnetic flashing in them. “You’re always fine,” he murmured. “Always so polite. So professional.”

Your breath caught as his hand came up, brushing a stray strand of hair from your face. His touch was light, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of electricity through you.

“Daniel…” you whispered, your voice trailing off as he leaned in slightly.

“You can tell me to stop,” he said, his voice low and husky. “But I don’t think you want me to.”

You didn’t respond, your mind racing as his hand slid to the back of your neck, his fingers brushing against your skin.

He closed the distance between you, his lips capturing yours in a kiss that was firm and demanding. You froze for a moment, the shock of it rendering you motionless, but then you melted into him, your hands gripping the edge of the desk for support.

The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against yours as his hand moved to your waist, pulling you up from the chair and into his arms. Your body pressed against his, and you could feel the heat radiating off him, the hard lines of his chest against your softer frame.

“Is this okay?” he murmured against your lips, his breath hot and ragged.

“Yes,” you whispered, your voice trembling with a mixture of nerves and excitement.

His lips curved into a smirk, and he lifted you onto the edge of the desk, his hands sliding under your skirt to grip your thighs. “You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” he said, his voice a low growl.

Your heart raced as his lips trailed down your neck, his teeth grazing your skin and making you gasp. His hands were everywhere—on your thighs, your hips, your waist—each touch igniting a fire in you that you didn’t know existed.

“Daniel,” you gasped, your hands clutching at his shirt. “I’ve never…”

He paused, pulling back to look at you. “Never?”

You shook your head, your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

A flicker of something softer crossed his face, and he cupped your cheek with one hand, his thumb brushing against your skin. “We’ll take it slow,” he said, his voice gentle. “Just tell me if it’s too much.”

You nodded, your trust in him outweighing your nerves.

His lips met yours again, softer this time, as his hands explored your body with reverence and care. He guided you through every moment, his touch confident but patient, making sure you were comfortable as the line between boss and assistant blurred completely.

His lips pressed back to yours, and any hesitation you’d felt melted under his careful, steady touch. Daniel had a way of making you feel at ease, even in this unfamiliar territory, though every inch of your skin was alive with nervous anticipation.

The edge of the desk dug into the back of your thighs as Daniel leaned into you, his body warm and solid against yours. His hands slid beneath the hem of your skirt, his fingers brushing against the sensitive skin of your thighs. Every touch was deliberate, his movements unhurried but full of intent.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured against your lips, his voice breathless and filled with something you couldn’t quite name—admiration, maybe, or even desire.

You swallowed hard, unsure of how to respond. No one had ever looked at you the way he was looking at you now, his gaze dark and heavy with want.

His hands paused just above your knees, his thumbs tracing slow circles on your skin. “Tell me if I need to stop,” he said softly, his brown eyes meeting yours.

You shook your head quickly, your voice coming out in a whisper. “Don’t stop.”

The corner of his mouth lifted in a small, almost disbelieving smile before he leaned down to kiss you again, his lips parting yours as his hands moved higher. He pulled you closer to the edge of the desk, fitting himself between your legs, and the sensation of him pressed so close made you shudder.

“You’ve been driving me crazy,” he admitted, his voice low as he kissed along your jaw, then down the column of your neck. “Every day, sitting across from me, looking like that, being so sweet, so perfect. I couldn’t stop thinking about you.”

Your breath hitched as his hands found the waistband of your panties, his fingers hooking under the delicate fabric. “I never thought you…” You trailed off, your words failing you as his lips found a particularly sensitive spot on your neck.

“I do,” he said simply, his tone full of conviction. “More than you know.”

He lifted you slightly, guiding you to lie back on the desk, your hair spilling over the papers and files scattered across its surface. The cool wood pressed against your back, a stark contrast to the heat of his hands as they roamed over your body.

“This is about you,” Daniel murmured, his voice soft but commanding. “I want to make this good for you. Just tell me what you need.”

His hands moved with deliberate care, exploring every inch of you with a mix of tenderness and hunger that left you breathless. Your nerves began to fade, replaced by a growing sense of confidence as you let yourself get lost in him—in the way he touched you, kissed you, looked at you like you were the only thing in the world that mattered.

As the moments blurred together, you found yourself clutching at his shoulders, your nails digging into his shirt as he pushed you closer and closer to a sensation you’d never experienced before. Daniel seemed to sense every shift in your body, his movements adjusting to match your rhythm, his words a mix of encouragement and praise that left you trembling.

When it was over, he collapsed beside you on the desk, his chest rising and falling as he caught his breath. You lay there in silence for a moment, staring up at the ceiling, your body still buzzing with the aftermath of everything that had just happened.

Daniel turned his head to look at you, a soft smile on his face. “You okay?”

You nodded, a small laugh escaping your lips. “More than okay.”

He chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from your face. “Good. Because I don’t think I can go back to pretending this isn’t what I’ve wanted for months.”

Your cheeks flushed, but you couldn’t help the smile that spread across your face. “Me neither.”

He leaned down to kiss you again, this time slow and tender, and you knew that everything between you had changed.

Thank you for reading!

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[ddejavvu]

pairing: daniel x reader (love actually)

summary: your neighbor is very enthusiastic about his new hobby, and you're tired.

a/n: there is no last name that i could find for daniel which really sucks </3 anyways i want to smooch him

You're going to kill them. You're actually going to commit homicide, perhaps you'll even take one of those damn drumsticks and use it as the murder weapon. One through the eye would be a good start, right? You'll stick the other one where the sun doesn't shine.

Your slippers scratch noisily against the pavement leading up to your neighbors' front door, and you hear the incessant drumming grow louder the closer you get to their house. Finally you're on the porch, and you think something in your ears may have ruptured by now.

You raise a fist to the door, but quiet, polite knocking won't be heard over the racket inside. You have to pound against it instead, and you'd cringe at the aggression if it weren't necessary.

Ten seconds pass, and you're almost convinced that you've gone unheard despite your frantic knocking. The chilly winter air stings your ankles where your pajama pants have rucked up near your thighs, and you shimmy them back down your legs to rid your skin of goosebumps. Your sleep shirt is warm but not snow-worthy, and you seriously consider giving up to dive back into your warm bed. But sleep won't come unless the drums cease, and you're determined to get your rest.

You're nearing the twenty second mark, close to driving your car straight through their front door just to be heard, but you hear the soft click of a lock, almost inaudible over the drumming, and the door swings open. A rush of warm air hits you and your bones ache with cold, but you're quickly distracted from any trivial concerns such as hypothermia when you see the man standing in front of you.

He's nearly as tall as the doorframe, but he's got an air about him that's so gentle you'd have expected him to be a mouse in a kids' cartoon. His face is kind and his smile only helps, a soft, welcoming curve that feels just as cozy as the inside of his home.

Suddenly, the drumming doesn't seem so bad.

"Hello," He greets, his voice a deep timbre that carries warmth but not heat, a lilt to it that's not common in your region, "Can I help you?"

If you'd known you would be faced with the human embodiment of a crackling fireplace, gentle and cozy and irresistible, you might have chosen more respectable attire than pajamas. As it stands, you're on his front porch in slippers and flannel pants, so you inhale and square your shoulders, powering on regardless.

"Hello," You return the formality, desperately searching for some of the guiding fury you'd felt only seconds ago, "I know it's broad daylight, but I worked the night shift last night, and- well, I was trying to get some sleep. I was wondering if the aspiring musician could postpone their practice for a little while?"

When you get to the point of your visit the man's face drops, his lips turning down and his eyes glinting with something akin to worry. It's sweet and undeserving of the rage you'd wanted to inflict on him when you'd first set out, and you tamp down guilt that tries stabbing at your heart.

"Uh, give me just a moment," He chuckles weakly, still supported by background percussion, "I'd call for him to stop but he wouldn't hear me. Wait, uh- y'can step in if you'd like," He steps away from the door, holding it open for you. You feel awkward accepting the invitation, but you'd feel worse declining it, so you let him usher you inside, relishing the warmth that surrounds you as he shuts the door on the cold outside.

He starts down the hallway and you linger in the entryway, stuck between looking around and keeping to yourself. You finally give and glance to your left, catching sight of a framed picture on a table in front of a trinket tray.

"Sam-o," The man calls, but despite being right outside his door, the drummer doesn't hear him, "Sam! I'll-" He turns back towards you, a sheepish grimace on his face, "I'll go in."

"Right," You nod, happy to turn back towards the photo you'd seen earlier while he wrangles who you're sure is a very surly, very rebellious teenager in the midst of his rock 'n' roll phase.

The picture is of the man and a little boy, presumably his son, taken on a dock overlooking a lake. The boy is holding a fish that's almost too small to be seen, but his grin is wide, making up for the less-than-impressive catch. He's clearly proud of himself, and the man looks to be as well, holding him up with an equally large smile.

They look like a very happy family, and your heart beats faster at the endearing display. The drums cease from the other room, and you hear muffled voices take their place.

You notice more photos of the boy scattered around, but no other children; perhaps he's an only child. You don't have time to evaluate much more, though, because the man returns, and tucked beneath his arm is the boy from the pictures.

Where you were expecting a jaded seventeen-year-old rockstar, you see a four-foot batman, the black-and-grey hoodie zipped up over blue jeans. His apologetic grin is very unlike the surly protector of Gotham, though, and you consider telling his father to buy him a CareBears sweatshirt next time.

"Hello," He nods, voice soft but polite as his dad stands beside him, "I'm sorry my drumming woke you."

"He's practicing for a big showcase," His dad informs you, a large hand squeezing the boy's shoulder encouragingly, "But he can practice tomorrow."

"Oh," You're nearly lost for words, caught in a whirlwind of unexpected fondness for the pair, "I- I don't mean to slow you down, I'm sorry. It's just that the Christmas season is very busy at work, and I need to be in tomorrow morning. So- uh, my schedule is a little thrown off."

"It's alright," The man smiles, kindness etched into every crease of his face, "Sam has plenty of other opportunities to practice. And I'm- Daniel, by the way."

Daniel holds his free hand out, the other still comfortingly closed around Sam's shoulder. You're quick to join them and the handshake is firm, Daniel's hand much larger than your own, and much warmer to boot.

"My goodness, you're frozen," He chuckles sympathetically, a chill surely lingering on his skin the same way his warmth does on yours, "Would you like a cup of tea? I can brew chamomile, it'll make you sleepy."

Basic etiquette would be to kindly refuse, to not overstay your welcome, and to thank the boy for postponing his drum practice. But your still-racing heart is not one to listen to logic or etiquette, and you find yourself bashfully accepting his offer.

"Oh- um, if it's no trouble. Chamomile sounds nice."

"No trouble at all," He smiles, patting Sam on the shoulder, "Would you like some tea, Sam-o?"

The boy's button nose scrunches, and he shakes his head, "No thanks. I'll be in my room."

Daniel chuckles, and you find yourself grinning with shared amusement as the boy retreats.

"No drumming!" Daniel calls after him, and Sam turns in the doorway, teasing exasperation on his features.

"Alright, no drumming. Y'know, I'm trying to get a girl to fall in love with me," Sam informs you, speaking with the matter-of-factness that you'd expect from a professor, not an elementary schooler, "But I think learning to play the drums was a waste of time."

Daniel's brow furrows, probably lamenting the hours of noise he'd endured for nothing "Oh, why?"

"I could have just offered her tea instead," The boy grins, slipping into his room before either of you can stop him.

His childishly brazen comment leaves you and Daniel stiff with awkwardness, and you feel his eyes upon you. You meet his incredulous gaze with one of your own, and a breathy laugh escapes from his lips as he lingers near the kitchen.

"Well. Perhaps I've shown him Titanic one too many times as of late. But if you're going to fall in love with me, I think I should know your name first."

His smile is cheeky and you run with it, letting him lead you to a kitchen island. You sit at one of the stools as he occupies himself with a kettle, retrieving a box of chamomile tea from a nearby cupboard.

"I'm Y/N," You laugh, "And if you're able to help me get some sleep before work in the morning, there's a very good chance that I will fall in love with you."

[something-tofightfor]

Third and Long

Pairing: Daniel (Wing Pit SNL sketch character) x Female Reader

Word Count: 4,437

Rating: M - There's some swearing and a teeny tiny little bit of spice, but nothing truly explicit.

Summary: Spending Super Bowl Sunday with Daniel is starting to become routine ... but this year, the outcome's not the same.

Author’s note:

Here we are again with yet another 'Chiefs are in the Super Bowl' piece ... but at least I got to write a different outcome this time. I really love this pairing, and this story is kind of a nice break in the action for me when it comes to the other stuff I've been working on. VERY low stakes, here.

The masterlist for this pairing can be found here in case you need or want to catch up. Enjoy, and thanks for reading!

You’d never seen Daniel as irritated during as game as he was that night. 

He was still interacting with the other people at the party - cracking jokes and enjoying the food, making it a point to comment on the commercials. But that look in his eyes… it’s…  You sighed from where you were perched on a couch cushion a few feet away from where he sat, watching as he winced at another dropped pass. 

“Daniel.” You called out to him, waiting until he’d looked over at you to continue. “Want to go get something to drink?” He looked again at he TV and wrinkled his nose, but then stood and nodded. You walked with him toward the kitchen, bypassing a few others that were grouped around the dining room table. 

Once you were in the kitchen, where another small TV on the counter had the game playing with no volume, you stopped and turned toward him. “So -”

“This game is bullshit.” He reached for the charcuterie board, picking up a couple of cubes of cheese and popping them into his mouth. “They’re playing like shit. Mahomes looks like shit. It’s making me not give a shit. And I don’t think anyone else on the damn team could catch a pass if -” 

“It’s just a game.” You reached for a different tray, picking up one of the appetizers you’d brought. “Just a single football -” 

His eyes widened and for a few seconds, you felt bad for teasing him. He loves football. And he loves his team, and it sucks to watch your team lose. “Just a game?” He scoffed, crossing his arms over the front of his jersey. “Only the biggest game of the -”

“I’m aware.” You chewed, tilting your head to the side. “I do know what the Super Bowl is, Daniel. I happen to like football, and -” He rolled his eyes but your teasing did the trick. Daniel moved toward you, putting his arm around your shoulders and drawing you closer so that he could kiss the top of your head. “It’s just a little unnerving to see you anxious after a whole season of just about everything going your team’s way, even when it shouldn’t have.” 

“Cut the shit.” He kissed you again and then pushed you away gently, the smile set on his lips. “You’ve seen me like this plenty of times over games.” But not recently. “And the refs favoring the Chiefs is also bu-”

“Absolutely accurate?” Your friend Charlie walked in, heading straight for the fridge. “It seems like if anyone even breathes in Mahomes’ direction, there’s a 15 yard penalty called on ‘em.” Daniel grumbled but didn’t speak up, leaning back against the edge of the counter. “Not tonight, though.” He turned from the refrigerator, holding up a beer bottle. “And maybe that’s making a difference.” 

“Can’t argue with that logic.” You cleared your throat. “I saw a post on -” Daniel groaned, reaching up to pull his hat off so that he could run a hand over his face, making both you and Charlie laugh. “I’m just saying….” 

“I’m going to go and watch the rest of this game now.” Daniel resituated his hat, scowling at his friend and then you before his expression relaxed into a more easygoing one. “Are you coming, or are the two of you going to stay in here and talk more shit?” 

“Oh I’m coming with you.” You reached for a small plate, loading it up with snacks before you held it up. “And this time I’m going to sit next to you instead of watching you from the comfort of the other -” He rolled his eyes but was smiling, and as you walked back out into the main room, you felt his hand against the center of your back.  

You settled back in, thigh pressed against his, and Daniel’s arm went around your shoulders, urging you closer. “I’m not moving til after the second quarter now.” He pointed at the TV. “And by then, it’ll be more even.” You seriously doubted that, but didn’t voice your opinion out loud, instead just leaning against him and keeping your eyes on the screen.

You couldn’t believe that it was the third year you were spending watching the game with Daniel - and the second as his girlfriend. It seemed like no time at all since you’d run into him in the beer cave, but the months you’d spent with him had been almost perfect, which had probably helped time pass rapidly. Turning your head during a commercial break, you eyed him, watching as he grinned at one of the ads, a beer bottle paused halfway to his lips. 

Meeting him had been a lucky thing, and despite the rift between you during the football season, there hadn’t been any other real issues in your relationship. And I’m not used to that. You smiled as he made a joke with Charlie, Will and Kyra, pointing at the TV. I’m damn lucky. 

From almost he minute you’d met him, there’d been a connection between you, and over the weeks you’d spent getting to know him, that connection had grown. By the time you’d made things official, it was like you’d known each other for years, and the longer you were together, the more you felt that way. He’d seamlessly integrated himself into your life and you into his, and you couldn’t picture a day without him. Or Raider. Smiling at the thought of the dog, who was waiting at home for you, you settled back in as the game restarted. 

The second quarter didn’t go much better for the Chiefs, and even though the majority of the room was upset by it, Daniel seemed the most put out, his jaw locked and his eyes narrowed as he stared straight ahead at the TV. “At least the halftime show is going to be great.” You nudged him with your elbow, Daniel finally looking over at you. “What’s that look for?”

“How are you always in such a good mood during the game?” He gestured to the TV. “It’s like you don’t care what the score is no matter who is playing, and -”

“I don’t.” You shrugged. “It’s a game. Who wins is irrelevant, unless you’ve got money on the outcome, which - to my knowledge - neither of us do this year.” We didn’t bet anything, I just realized. He nodded, cocking his head to one side. “I watch for the commercials. I watch because spending time with our friends is …” You gestured at the people scattered around you. “Nice. It’s a game, D. And I like seeing you happy when your team is winning, but …” You wrinkled your nose and decided to give him a little bit of shit. “A healthy dose of humbling is good for even the mightiest of -” 

He swore at you, leaning forward and wrapping his arms around you before he pressed a kiss to the side of your head. “It’s just frustrating because I know they’re actually good.” I know it is. 

You both went quiet as the analysis ended and the actual show began, a few people in the room nodding their heads to the music throughout the entirety of the performance. Daniel kept you close, his arm around your shoulders and your head resting on his shoulder as you watched the TV screen together. 

Once the music ended, everyone scattered, the room clearing out as people refilled their food and drinks before the second half started. “Do you want to go, too?” You pointed at the kitchen. “Plenty of food left, and -”

“No.” He smiled, his expression soft. “I’m good where I am.” Daniel pulled his hat off, setting it on the arm of the couch before reaching for you with one hand. “C’mere.” You went willingly, smiling as he kissed you, though he didn’t push for more than a press of his lips to yours. Neither of you were phased by being open with your affection, but you were very aware of the fact that here were fifteen other people in the house, all of them filtering in and out of the room. “More of that later,” Daniel murmured when you broke apart, tweaking your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “You’re gonna have to keep my mind off of this loss.” 

That made you laugh. “Admitting defeat so soon?” You stood, putting your hands on your hips. “There’s still half a game left.” He rolled his eyes. “What?”

“They’d need to make a hell of a lot of changes in the second half just to give themselves a shot at catching up.” He waved his hand at the TV. “And I can’t see that happening.” You leaned closer, bending down and kissing his cheek. 

“Well, you’re about to see me going back into that kitchen and getting you another beer and another plate of wings.” His smile widened as you spoke, and you waved him off when he told you you didn’t need to. “Nah. I want to.” Winking, you turned away from him, weaving through guests and into the other room. 

It only took you a few minutes to get a plate for Daniel and a smaller one for yourself, balancing them in one hand as you carried two bottles with the other. You paused in the doorway before heading back to where he sat, leaning against the frame and watching as Daniel leaned forward, attention glued to the screen. 

“You’re going to have to distract the shit out of him after this.” Kyra whispered into your ear, pointing at Daniel with one finger. “They’re not coming back to win this one.” 

“I know.” You sighed. “I just hope I’m enough to keep his mind off the fact that his favorite team is embarrassing themselves on a national stage right now.” Kyra laughed and then lowered her head, still smiling. 

“I believe in you.” She switched her attention from Daniel to her husband, chewing on her lower lip. “But honestly, I might have to pretend to be distraught over the outcome and see if Will’s willing to try the same thing with me.” That made you snort, and when you separated a few seconds later, you were still smiling. 

He took the bottles from your hand when you got close, and then Daniel reached for the plates, too, holding them both while you got settled in next to him. “You didn’t miss much.” He picked up a wing, using it to gesture at the TV. “Except me making the point that I could probably go out there tonight and be a more effective QB than Mahomes, and -”

“Don’t we have this conversation at least once a game?” You wrinkled your nose at him. “Or at least once a game when they’re not playing up to your standards?”

“Maybe.” He rolled his eyes, biting into the chicken. “But tonight I actually mean it.” You bit back a laugh at that and then started eating, too, keeping your eyes on the TV. 

The third quarter was largely uneventful, until most of the way through it. 

The Chiefs fans in the room grew more and more frustrated as the clock ticked down, and when the Eagles scored another field goal, Daniel pulled his hat off and covered his face with it, groaning into the fabric. You heard him grumble the word unbelievable before he lowered it, but when he turned his head toward you, there was a genuine smile on his lips. “What?”

“It’s almost baseball season.” That made you laugh, too, and some of the other people in the room joined in. He’s not wrong. “Completely stress free time of year for me. Six months of sports that I can just watch and enjoy and -” 

“I’m calling bullshit on that.” Charlie cut in, using a beer bottle to point at Daniel. “I’ve seen you agonizing over your Fantasy Baseball team at work. Maybe it’s less stressful than football season, but -”

“Thank you, Charlie.” You lifted your hand and put it against your chest. “I can’t even count the number of times I’ve heard “oh, do you think Bryce has a good shot against this pitcher?” and “he’s on a hot streak right now, maybe I should trade for him and get rid of the guy that’s slumping” or even “who would you start? I don’t really care this week so you fucking pick.” It has got to be in the hundreds, so -”

“Now you’re just ganging up on me.” Daniel flipped a middle finger at you and his friend, but you could tell he was trying not to grin behind it. “I see how it is. I’m just going to - oh, fucking bullshit!” His attention went back to the TV, where the Eagles had just returned a kick for a touchdown, making the score 34-0. Ouch. “This is just painful at this point.” 

You agreed - and even though you’d gone into it hoping for an Eagles upset, you’d wanted it to at least resemble a competitive game. Because this is a blowout and that’s not fun. “And the commercials aren’t even good enough to make up for it, either.” 

“They’re not.” Daniel ran his fingers through his hair. “That Dunkin’ one was the only -” His eyes widened and he pointed at the TV, lips parted. “Holy shit, I think they’re going to put points on the board.” 

A few people in the room cheered as the play was completed, and you heard Daniel mutter something to the effect of six lousy points while he focused on the TV. No one reacted when the two point conversion was missed, though. That doesn’t surprise me with the way things have been going. You sighed as the clock ran down, but instead of keeping your eyes on the TV, you pulled your phone out, clicking on the list of alerts you’d received since the beginning of the night. 

You’d posted a photo of you, Daniel and Raider before leaving his house, the dog’s football bandana clearly visible, even though your arms were around his neck. And unlike the present, Daniel’s smile was wide and bright, his hair messy from air drying after the shower you’d taken together just before. “You don’t have to look at a picture of me, I’m right here.” He nudged you with his elbow, lifting a brow. “Raider’s going to be so happy to see us when we get back.” 

“Yeah, but in the picture, you’re smiling.” He rolled his eyes, but didn’t look away. “And he is. I’m sure he’s going to want to play, since we left him alone all night.” Daniel laughed quietly, reaching over with one had to slide his fingers between yours. “Everyone’s commenting that they’re sorry you don’t have a more competitive game to watch.” 

It wasn’t a lie - most of the comments on the picture were apologetic in nature, since all of your family and friends knew Daniel’s team preferences. But there are a couple he won’t be so happy to read. “Yeah, I’m sorry too.” He rubbed at his eyes. “Whatever. It is what it is.” 

You wanted to believe him, and you thought he wanted to believe himself, too, but you didn’t miss the tightness in his jaw as Philadelphia scored again - and then again almost immediately after. 

And you definitely didn’t miss the way he took his hat off and flipped it inside out before putting it on backwards, the brim pointed downward and at his shoulders. Rally cap when they’re down by 34 with eight minutes to go? OK, I guess. 

But there was no denying that you liked the way he looked. He rarely wore his hats backwards, and even though you knew he’d hate seeing it later, you snapped a picture of him, wanting to be able to look at it as often as you chose to. Maybe I can convince him to wear a hat like that more often. He leaned forward, hands between his knees, entirely focused on the remaining minutes of the game - and instead of watching the TV, you focused on him, lips twitching as you held back a smile. 

“Well fuck.” He grinned a few minutes later, the expression lifting both cheeks. “They scored again.” It was too little, too late, even with the extra points, and so was the final scoring play of the game, a meaningless touchdown and another 2 point conversion. “Well.” He sighed as the game ended, the celebrations beginning on he screen. “At least they didn’t completely embarrass themselves and score zero points the entire game.” 

You didn’t agree with that assessment, but chose not to speak up about it - for Daniel’s sake. “I’m sorry your team lost.” You bit the inside of your lip. “That’s the first time I’ve said that to you during a Super Bowl in the entire time I’ve known you.” He laughed, pushing to his feet and then turning to face you, holding both hands out. 

“Let’s hope it’s the last.” He helped you up, and then you both focused on cleaning up your space, carrying everything into the kitchen and the trash cans. It didn’t take you long to get your things together, but by the time you were saying goodnight, to-go containers of food and leftover drinks in bags that hung over your arms, the kitchen was mostly cleaned up - and you’d been told that you didn’t need to stick around to help finish. 

That was fine with you, since you’d offered to drive home, and even though it wasn’t late, it was late enough that you were ready to go. He stopped you before you stepped around  the front of the car, Daniel’s fingers closing around your arm. “What?” He didn’t reply, just let his eyes move over your face, lingering on your lips. I know that look. “Daniel?” 

“I know it’s just a game.” He pulled you closer, his free hand moving to your hip. “But thank you for … humoring me?” He frowned. “That’s not even the right word for it.” 

“I get it.” Reaching up, you pulled his hat off and then dragged your fingers through his hair, nodding. “It sucks when your team loses.” He sighed, the sound making you smile. “But… it gives me a chance to take your mind off of it, right?” That did the trick, Daniel’s eyes widening in the glow of the streetlights. Knew it. “We’ll see if I can figure something out.” 

“Oh, I know you can.” He smirked at you, narrowing his eyes as he got closer. “You’re really good at it.” He cut off your chuckle with a kiss, Daniel’s lips warm against yours. Unlike inside, where you’d had to worry about an audience while you kissed, there was no one outside with you - and you took advantage of it. 

You nipped at his lip, teeth catching on the fullest part of it, and that was all he needed. Daniel spun the two of you around so that your back was pressed against the car door, his body holding yours in place. It reminded you of the first night you’d met, even if the current kiss was much less PG, and you knew that he was likely thinking the same thing. We usually are. 

You smiled into it, lips parted, and when you felt his tongue nudge yours, you sighed, arms going around his neck. I’m so glad we met. I’m so glad -

“Can’t you two get a room or something?” Kyra. You hummed at the interruption, but Daniel didn’t back away immediately, instead finishing the kiss and then pressing another quick one against your mouth before turning his head. 

“Go away. She’s trying to take my mind off of the crushing loss my team just -”

“Don’t care.” She laughed, the lights on her and Will’s car flashing as she unlocked it. “Also it’s fucking cold out. Wouldn’t you rather be somewhere warm?” You didn’t disagree, and neither did Daniel, his grumble loud enough for your friends to hear. “I’m right. Don’t give me shit, Harper.” 

“Fine. But only because you asked so nicely.” You pushed away from the car and ducked under Daniel’s arm, flipping your middle finger at your friend and her husband. “Drive safe, you two.” They assured you that they would, and only moments later, you and Daniel were in his car, waiting for it to warm up a little before you pulled away from the curb. “She wasn’t wrong, you know.” You looked over at him, watching as Daniel turned his head toward you. “I will be happy to be inside with you.” 

He grinned, holding both hands out to gesture at the windshield. “Well then, what are we waiting for?”

— 

Less than an hour later, the two of you were headed into his bedroom. 

He’d ripped off his jersey the second you’d walked in the front door, tossing it - and his hat - onto the couch before he’d even kicked off his shoes. You’d gone through your routine - letting Raider out, putting the leftovers away and getting things ready for the following morning - before changing into pajamas. 

But it hadn’t taken long for the two of you to finish everything, and when Daniel’s hands found your waist and turned you toward the comfort of his bed, you didn’t try to deter him. Raider didn’t follow; instead, the dog curled up on his bed in the dining room, eyeing you as you passed by. Night, buddy. 

“Want to go out for dinner tomorrow?” He moved his hand up the center of your back, voice low. “Or do you have other plans?”

“I’ll have to check my schedule.” Turning to face him, you sat on the edge of the bed. “I don’t know what my other boyfriend is -” He climbed in on he other side and then reached for you, pulling you down beside him. “Yes, I’ll go to dinner with you.” You replied through a laugh, rolling on your side to face him as he pulled he spare comforter over both of you. “Where?”

“Don’t care.” He inched closer, mouth trailing over your cheek and then landing against yours. “You pick.” I always get to pick. “Hey.” He said your name, following it up with a sigh. “I’m sorry about earlier.” Daniel closed his eyes. “With the game, I mean. It was -”

“Why are you apologizing?” You used two fingertips to push hair away from his forehead. “Your team was losing by a lot. You’re not used to that, and you’re competitive. Half of the people at that party were upset, too.” 

“But it’s just a game.” He shrugged, his hand sliding down your body and settling against your hip. “And I’m a grown-ass man, and -”

“Debatable.” You winked at him, your hand moving to rest atop his cheek. “But honestly, Daniel? That one guy who works with Kyra was a hell of a lot more annoying about it than you were. I’ve never seen someone typing so hard on their phone before.”

“He lost like $500 on the game.” Daniel winced. “I talked to him in the kitchen about it.” That’ll do it. “Thought about suggesting that next time, he do something like we did last year and make a non-monetary bet, but I figured he’d deck me.” That made you snort, but you nodded in agreement. “Which reminds me. We didn’t bet anything this year either.”

“It took you until August to use your third freebie, Daniel.” You shifted on the mattress, lifting one foot and sliding it over his calf. “Not that I’m complaining, but …” His eyes widened as you brought it up, the tip of your tongue darting out to wet your lips. I definitely wasn’t complaining while we ditched work for a long weekend together for it. “If you wanted to make a bet, you should have said something.” 

“You would have won this year.” He pushed his hand beneath your shirt, the warmth of his palm comforting. “For the first time.” 

“No. That’s not true.” It was your turn to lean in, brushing the end of his nose with yours. “We both won that first year with the squares. Last year was a fluke.” He scoffed, turning his head enough that he could brush his lips against yours. “And this year? Yeah, I guess you’re right. It would have been a resounding win for me.” 

He rolled forward again, trapping you beneath the weight of his body as he kissed you. But you were both grinning when it ended, Daniel bracing himself with one hand so that he could look down at where you laid. “What would you have bet?” 

“A new jersey.” You answered immediately, arching a brow. “Because obviously your current one isn’t as lucky as you think it is. You could pick a number and personalize the name instead of wearing Mah-”

“Done.” He ducked down, kissing you again. “I’ll order it tomorrow.” Really? “You mentioned it last year and I just couldn’t do it, but now I feel like I’ve gotta.” 

“A fresh start for next season.” He nodded, a serious expression on his face despite the topic of conversation. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“I’m pretty sure you promised me that you’d distract me when we got home.” I did. “And I don’t think that you meant talking about a new -”

“I definitely did not.” Your hand went to his waist, fingers sliding between his sweatpants and skin and then down, curving around him and urging his hips against yours. “The last thing I want to talk about right now is football.” He smirked at you, his lips twitching. “How’s that sound?” 

“Perfect.” He moved, positioning himself so that he could straddle one leg, and then Daniel sat up, pulling his shirt off and letting it fall onto the ground beside the bed. You stared up at him for a few seconds before reaching up to trail your fingers over the skin of his abdomen, thumb rubbing against the dark trail of hair there. “Hey.” He reached down, catching one of your hands and then bringing it up to kiss your knuckles.”I know you said no football, but …” Daniel wet his lips, eyes locked with yours. “I hope that we can make this  … and watching together?” You nodded, unsure of where he was going. “Hope we can make it tradition for a long time.” 

“Three years isn’t enough?” He didn’t start speaking until he’d leaned closer, his head shaking back and forth as he sought your lips out for another kiss. 

“Not even close.” 

—

[siren-serenity]

helloOoo can i req for eli and daniel x f!reader childhood friends to lovers but make it separate (if it's not too much to ask :D) please && thank u 😸💐

a hopeless romantic all my life

characters: eli jang, daniel park, fem!reader warnings: bullying in daniel's part, swearing, eli's past is revealed a/n: - THE WAY I SQUEALED SO LOUDLY WHEN I SAW THIS REQUEST AKJSLKJADSFJKLFADKJLSJLKADFS - whenever i read eli's backstory + hostel i just want to cry T-T - DANIEL IS SO CUTE!!!! - i hope i did the childhood friends to lovers trope justice! - feedback is appreciated!

"Who's that girl over there?" Zack tilted his head, pointing with his chin to a remotely familiar student. Daniel squinted his eyes out of habit before they sprung wide open in half-surprise, half-delight. Leaping out of his chair (and getting yelps and shouts in response to the shriek of the chair), Daniel practically dashed over to you, arms open.

"Y/N!" He squealed, glomping you in a hug before realizing two things. 1. he was in a new body. 2. HE WAS IN A NEW BODY

"Get off me!" Within seconds, he felt a deathly grip on his wrists, and his vision blurred before his body collided with the floor. Daniel let out a groan, internally slapping himself for being so incredibly stupid. "Who the fuck are you?"

...It's definitely strange being on the other side of things. To Daniel, you were his childhood friend, his sword and shield, his protector against the many, many bullies that tormented him throughout his life. He was chubby and to society, he was only a piggy to command. But you? You were the first to see him as a human, and even a friend. You were a miracle!

A miracle who's...currently chewing him out.

"Who the heck do you think you are?! What kind of person just randomly glomps someone else? A stranger no less!" You spat out, whacking him on the shoulder for good measure. Daniel only gave you his cheesy smile but you didn't even blink or blush.

Did he think you would believe his next statement? Nah. But is he going to try? Yeah!

What could personally go wrong?

"I'm Daniel Park! Remember? From school?"

You blinked. Once twice.

"In your fucking dreams!"

Huffing, you walked away. Seriously? You were just trying to find the principal's office, not encounter some weirdo in J-High? God really doesn't like you.

In almost a dazed-like fashion, Daniel made his way back to his little friend group, barely acknowledging the shouts of confusion and the wild shaking of his shoulders (thanks to a combination of Zoe and Zack.)

"Who the hell was that?"

"What was that all about?!"

"Danny, who is that woman???"

Even Jay, who was quiet most of the time, was gesturing wildly between Daniel and the mysterious girl. Heartbroken - he genuinely thought there could be something between him and Daniel...only to be crushed in such a way.

"She's..." Daniel let out a silly sigh and everyone knew. "She's...somebody close to me."

His eyes fluttered. His cheeks flamed with bright red. Daniel's face was placed in the palm of his hand and he leaned into it.

Everyone knew. She wasn't just anybody to Daniel Park.

She was his crush.

Eli dashed through the streets, not giving two shits about the way he was absolutely dirtied with mud and sweat and the glares people sent to him. His eyes were wide and they scanned all over the streets for any trace of his baby girl.

YennaYennaYennaYennaYennaYennaYenna

"Up! Up!"

Eli halted in his footsteps, almost falling to the ground before running through the narrow alleyways. Teeth bared and hands itching, he would show no mercy to whoever took his baby girl.

"Yes, baby," An oddly familiar voice laughed. "Up it is!"

Yenna's laughter responded in kind.

"YENNA!" Eli roared, dashing the moment he saw his baby girl. He rudely snatched it out of the unknown person's hands, frantically scanning her for injuries. Her yellow dress was muddy, but fine nonetheless. She had bits of dust on her knees and arms, but no scratches.

He almost fell to his knees upon realization, letting out the breath he didn't know he was holding in. Eli buried his cotton-candied-colored head into Yenna's body, hands squeezing her tight.

"You're fine," He murmured, more to himself than to Yenna. "You're fine."

"Erm- sir?"

Shit- he forgot all about the nice lady that helped Yenna. Jumping to his feet, Eli gave the woman a strict 90 degree bow.

"Thank you so much for taking care of Yenna! I don't know how to repay you, I don't have money, but please! From the bottom of my heart, thank you-"

"E-Eli?"

That voice...he couldn't be.

Eli's shoulders trembled when he slowly unfolded from his bowing position and his breath was taken away from him for the second time. His eyes grew wet from unshed tears and the hand not holding Yenna came up to caress your cheek, shaking.

"Y/N..." He breathed out and you nodded, with a sweet grin that never failed to make his heart pound.

"Is that you?" You opened your arms and like the old times, Eli eagerly hugged you, careful to not squish Yenna in the process. The babygirl babbled, grinning as she grabbed onto your clothes. "Eli, it's been so long!"

He nodded and just hugged you tighter. It's been so long indeed...the last time he saw you, he was still the scrawny survivor of the alleyways, with his messy black hair and underfed body.

"I've missed you."

Eli Jang's confession was soft, but you heard every word.

His heart jumped when you just pulled him closer, trying to melt his body in yours.

"I've missed you too."

Before Heather, there was you.

[vaulthistorian]

Welcome home with love.

Joshua Graham/Six/Daniel.

Just some fluff for Six coming home.

After Joshua and Daniel settle down again, Six drops by now and then on their road around the Mojave to see the two.

They'll approach the place in their dirty duster and mucky boots. Their mask is worn but the two know your silhouette anywhere, any day.

Daniel is most likely sitting on the porch, looking up over the tip of his hat as the dust rolls past you. Each foot is a stride of intent and longing to finally be at home.

He stands and watches you approach the house. "Look who came home."

You shuffle and pull your mask off, breathing in the warm, fresh air. A clean start from the radiated, dense air you'd been inhaling for the last bit.

Daniel smiled softly upon seeing your face. He gently reached out for your duster, pulling it back off your shoulders and laying it on the chair he previously sat in.

Your tired body slumps against his chest, letting out the heavy emotions against his neck. His strong hands roam up and down your back, pulling at the hot undershirt you wore.

"Hey Daniel..."

"Hey, darlin'." He gently shifts with you in his arms, letting your body rest as long as it would need. But you'd been on your feet for so long.

You look up at him, and he slowly cranes his neck down, giving you a soft, sweet kiss. A welcome home.

"Come inside, I'll get something made up for us."

You smiled a little, following Daniel inside. Inside a small fan ran near the door. Books were stacked up along the walls, some scripture, some pre-war texts you'd found on your adventures.

You looked around, heading through the main room toward the kitchen where you found Joshua.

The extra pair of footsteps wasn't lost on him, his gaze already off his drink he slowly sipped through a straw.

His gaze softened when he saw you. "Welcome back, dove."

You came over, leaning down and kissing his temple. "I missed you, and you don't even have the courtesy to get out of your chair for me." You teased.

Joshua huffed and slowly got up. Properly hugging you, his forehead leaned against yours. His bandaged palms pressed gently against your cheeks, rubbing his thumb over your skin. Feeling the roughness from the sands of the Mojave.

You smiled softly, kissing his cheek gently. Daniel huffed softly from behind you, which made you turn and cup his cheek. "Come here you."

You gently brought him in again, tasting his lips and inhaling the smell of fresh pages and sweat.

Joshua slotted himself behind you, his hands drifting up your abdomen, feeling your body softly. His head resting on your shoulder, feeling the warmth of your nape against his head.

"Get off your feet, darlin'. Sit, I'll fix you up something nice."

Your stomach growled at Daniel's words. And you had no doubt he'd make up something fierce.

Joshua still has not pulled away from you. You swayed slowly, "Did you miss me?" You teased.

"The same amount I miss you any other time you leave for up to a month on short notice.."

"Yeah, I know." You smiled a little. "But I'm home." You patted his knuckles gently.

He nodded, pressing the bridge of his nose against your neck, and then slowly released you so you could sit and get off your feet.

You sighed, relaxing into the barely cushioned chair. You leaned your head back and watched the two peacefully move about.

Joshua went around the table to offer help, Daniel's hand slipping down around his waist to gently tug the two men hip to hip.

You smile softly, seeing Joshua lean over, reaching for something and Daniel interrupting it with a gentle kiss to his temple.

"Alright you," Joshua squeezes his bicep. "Easy."

"I'm just excited, happy to have you both in the same room again."

You smiled softly, sitting up and watching them. In the sunlight that came through the dirty window in the kitchen, they both seemed to glow.

Maybe it was you not seeing them for a while? Or you were falling in love with them all over again. That spoke for itself. You were glad to get welcomed home.

[skmhlml]

Daniel x f!Reader |🔞 Extremely Dark Yandere Headcanons |

⚠️ Warnings: gore, non-consensual elements, psychological horror, and extreme sexual content. This material is intended for a mature, horror-literate audience only.

🔨 You escaped him. Once. Just once. You thought the fire, the blood, the sirens, the months in hiding—it would be enough. But he was never really gone. You left a piece of yourself behind in that basement: your fear, your sleep, your sanity. That was the breadcrumb he followed.

🔨 He watched you for months before acting. Let you feel safe. Watched you move into a new apartment, change your hair, get a job. He was so proud. You were thriving. You deserved to have it all—just so he could take it all away again.

🔨 When he takes you this time, it’s not chaos like the first time. No. It’s surgical. Clinical. You wake up in a sterile, windowless room with white walls, no door, and a thick mirror that isn’t a mirror at all. It’s his eyes.

🔨 He talks to you through speakers, his voice warped by distortion and rage-suppressing drugs. His affection is now laced with venom. “You made me like this. Do you see what you’ve done to us?”

🔨 There’s no more pretending to be gentle. No more pretending at all. He’s your god now, your captor, your judge, and he is not merciful. He’s not here to earn your love anymore— he’s here to own you.

🔨 He drugs you frequently, not just to keep you compliant, but to rewrite your sense of time. Weeks pass in blinks. Sometimes you wake up and your fingernails are gone, or your teeth feel… wrong. Too loose.

🔨 You can’t remember your own name some days. He never uses it. He calls you “Маленькая жена” or worse: “me”—as if you’re part of him now, an extension of his will.

🔨 His “love” is violence. He carves little symbols into your skin while humming the songs you used to sing in the shower. “You stopped singing,” he says as he digs into your thigh. “So I made you a new voice.”

🔨 One night, he leaves you in the room with a box. Inside is the corpse of someone you once dated—preserved. Dressed up like you. Glass eyes stitched into place. Their tongue sewn into a smile

🔨 He keeps you underground, where no sound escapes. No windows. Just flickering yellow lights, the hum of an old freezer, and the constant drip of water echoing through the concrete. (not in the game but I like the idea)

🔨 He makes you watch videos of yourself— ones he took while you slept. While you showered. While you screamed.

🔨 Sometimes he ties your limbs down until circulation cuts off. He wants you immobile. Cold. “Like a doll.” He likes it best when you go limp and unresponsive — he calls that “your best self.”

🔨 Knifeplay is his love language. He drags the tip down your skin as he whispers love poems. Sometimes he presses too deep, and licks the blood off your chest, murmuring “You taste like betrayal.”

🔨 He wants a child. But not with you. He wants to turn you into a child— mentally. Regression, isolation, reward systems. Eventually, he gets what he wants. A quiet, broken thing who clings to him when the lights go out.

🔨 His hands are rough, exploring bruised and bleeding skin with both desperation and dominance. He forces himself on you without mercy, his body pressing heavy as he claims every inch of you. The sounds of your protests blend with ragged breaths and wet, aching moans as he takes twisted pleasure in your pain and submission.

🔨 He leaves bite marks all over your body— deep, bleeding, permanent. He wants you to never heal, to carry reminders of him every time you look in the mirror. He leaves teeth imprints on your throat, claw marks down your back, and bruises on your inner thighs that last for weeks.

🔨 He prefers it when you’re barely conscious— drugged, exhausted, too numb to scream. He’ll pet your hair as you fade out, then use your limp body however he wants. He talks to you the whole time, cooing about how perfect and soft you are like he’s making love— but it’s just domination masked as affection. “You don’t even have to fight anymore. Just let me love you while you sleep…”

🔨 Daniel wipes the blood and tears from your face and calls it “aftercare.” He bandages your wounds, kisses your temples, and tells you he’s proud of how well you took him — all while you’re shaking, broken, and sore.“See? I’m taking care of you. No one else would. No one else deserves to.”

🔨 He degrades you with every thrust. Calls you filthy, ungrateful, pathetic — and then kisses your neck like he didn’t just spit in your mouth. He breaks you down until you’re too confused to know what’s real.

🔨 Daniel knows your body. Even if you scream at him to stop, he’ll make you cum through the pain, touching and thrusting and licking you until your body betrays you. He calls it “proof” that you want him— and punishes you when you cry after. “Your mouth lies. But your body? Your body knows who you belong to.”

[dljcem]

hi !! could you please write hcs about dating daniel larusso from karate kid ?? thank you 🫶

ೃ༄ Lola

daniel larusso dating hcs

warnings: not beta or proof read

lets you ride on the back of his bike. hes not opposed to taking you to and from places in the slightest—he’ll even encourage you to loop your arms around his waist (so you dont get hurt, of course. totally not because it makes him giddy.)

passes you notes during class. they usually consist of trivial observations and invitations to go out; he might ask for answers, if youre covering a topic hes particularly bad at.

his love language is physical touch and words of affirmation. he reassures and compliments you daily, keeps his hands on you whenever he physically can.

hes especially fond of kissing your cheek, for some unknown reason. he does it as both a greeting and farewell—its a bit of a ritual between you.

shows off his karate once he starts making notable progress. he enjoys the validation, finds that it motivates him further.

asks you to accompany him to prom. he places a lot of effort into his proposal—finds a pretty spot by the shore, buys your favourite flowers, puts together a small poster, etc.

wins you the prizes at local fairs/golf n’ stuff. you have more than a few stuffed animals from him compiled in your closet—he likes to call them your ‘children’.

hesitant to open up about the situation with johnny. he doesnt want to worry you; if you mention it, he’ll brush it off and insist its not a big deal. even when it shows, through blood and bruises and whatnot, he denies it.

[wave2thr]

AHHHHHHHHHH IT'S CRAZY, AN ANGER BROTHERS, WHY CAN'T I FIND A WRITING WITH DANIEL 😭😭😭😭, WHERE ARE WRITER SISTERS 🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️🗣️,I INVOKE YOU PLEASE WRITE SOMETHING ABOUT THIS MAN, HEY OR ELSE I'LL TAKE THIS INTO MY HANDS, I'LL BECOME A WRITER 🤩🤩🤪(Sorry, I'm ovulating. ), THIS MAN PROVOKES 😘😍🤭😭💗🌷😊

[dantakeyoman]

𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 | 𝐝. 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨

♡ 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐥 𝐥𝐚𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐨 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦! 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

♡ * "𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒘𝒆 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒎𝒆𝒂𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒄𝒄𝒆𝒑𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒇, 𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒏𝒚. 𝒊 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆 𝒎𝒆 𝒘𝒉𝒆𝒏 𝒊'𝒎 𝒘𝒊𝒕𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒚 𝒅𝒐." *

♡ 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞, 𝐟𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬, 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐞, 𝐢𝐧𝐣𝐮𝐫𝐲, 𝐥𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬, 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐬, 𝐞𝐭𝐜.

♡ * 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒚 - 𝒑𝒐𝒗: 𝒌𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒆 𝒌𝒊𝒅 *

𝐓𝐖𝐎

"If I ever see Johnny again, I'll knock his teeth in," you grumbled, taking a swig of your water bottle.

"If he ever sees Daniel again, he'll knock his teeth in. The guy is a complete psycho," Casey scoffed from her spot on the grass, tying her hair up.

"I don't get what his damage is. He knows what he did and you guys have been over for forever, anyways," Molly added, glaring at him from across the field.

It was the first day of school, and you shared your gym period with Johnny, Molly, and Casey.

The girls were currently on break from their soccer game, and you three decided to sit down and have a chat about last night.

"It's cause of the stupid country club. He acts all sweet around my parents and they love him. They won't listen to me no matter what I say," you sulked.

"Talk about obsessed," Casey added, joining in on the community glare at Johnny.

"Speaking of obsessed...(y/n/n), don't look now but your boy toy's right there~" Mo smirked.

If you turned any faster, you would've gotten whiplash.

Casey burst into laughter, and Mo pinched the bridge of her nose, grumbling something under her breath.

"I'll be right back," you smiled, picking up a soccer ball and heading over.

"She's hopeless," Casey sighed, laying down to soak up the sun.

"Hey, think fast!" you laughed, tossing Daniel the ball.

He caught it, turning to look at you with surprise, "Hi."

"Hi," you smiled back, looking up at him.

Now closer, you were able to get a good look at his eye, which was all sorts of purple and nearly swollen shut.

"God, your eye," you winced, your eyebrows furrowed with concern.

"Oh, don't worry. It looks worse than it feels. Believe me," he assured, fooling around with the ball in his hands.

"I hope so. You got a nice face so I wouldn't want anything to damage the merchandise," you joked, giving him a nudge.

He laughed, a small hint of blush gracing his cheeks

"But seriously, I never got a chance to thank you," you started, tucking your hands in your pockets.

"That was nothin'. I'm just sorry 'bout your radio," he juggled the ball.

"Yeah, I'm more sorry about your eye. I guess you shoulda just given it to him," you sighed.

"Well, why? It wasn't his, right?" He smiled, cocking a brow.

It was infectious.

You smiled as well, "Yeah, it wasn't his."

"See? We think alike already."

"Wanna know what else we do alike?" You smirked, grabbing the ball.

You bounced it off your knees juggling it about four times before he had to catch it.

"Hey, you've been practicing!" He grinned

"Girls soccer back on! All ladies back on the field!" Coach called.

"Dang. I gotta go. But I'll see you later, all right," you sighed, turning around and walking back over to the girls game.

"Yeah, I'll see you later," he smiled, watching you walk off.

"Definitely."

Needless to say, you were cheesing from ear to ear when you got back to Molly and Casey.

"That was adorable," Molly smirked, throwing an arm around your shoulder.

"You two look cute together. It looks like you make each other happy," Casey agreed, getting your other side.

Just as you were about to respond, shouts started coming from the boys side.

The three of you turned around, only to see Daniel get tripped by Bobby, Danny getting back up and socking him in the face, the coach throwing him out of gym.

"This school sucks, man! It sucks!" He spat, turning around and storming off.

Molly winced, the three of you watching him angrily walk away.

"Not cute."

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

Now the next day, you and your friends were in the lunch line, waiting to get your food, until you spotted Daniel from across the way.

You turned to them mid-conversation and gave them the look, the two of them rolling their eyes.

"I don't know why you keep asking permission," Casey shrugged, grabbing an apple.

"We know you wanna. Just go," Molly assured.

You nodded and quickly turned around, speed-walking over and sliding your tray in the empty spot next to him.

"Hey, Danny," you smiled.

"Hey, (y/n/n), how ya doin'?" He smiled back.

"Not too hungry today?"

"Nah, not really,"

"Here, have some pie. I made it myself," he grinned, taking a piece of pie off the buffet table and placing it on your plate.

"Why, thank you," you nodded in a fancy voice.

"So how you likin' the valley so far?"

"Eh, it hasn't been dull," he shrugged.

"Was Newark dull?" You asked, looking down at your tray and placing an orange.

He turned to you, "How'd you know I was from Newark?"

"I asked," you tried to muffle your smile.

"Oh, yeah? You askin' about me now?" He smirked.

"Maybe," you teased. "I wanted to get to know you."

"Then how 'bout you get to know me..." he leaned in, making you flush.

"All right then, you sitting with anybody?" You smiled.

"With you, if that's okay," he smirked again.

"Sounds great to me," you picked up your tray, him doing the same as you two walked to checkout.

"Hey, I'm sorry about the soccer game."

"Eh, thems the breaks," he shrugged.

"Well, yeah, you remember the ass from the beach? The one that broke my radio," you started.

"Oh, yeah, King Karate," he scoffed.

"Yup. He's my ex-boyfriend," you sighed.

"Oh, that's good to know."

All of a sudden, Daniel began to talk to himself.

"What're you doin'?" You asked.

"Oh, nah, it's the little voice in my head. Tellin' me I gotta be some kinda nuts to be talkin' to you," he joked, paying for your lunch as the two of you got to the front of the line.

"Well, it doesn't matter anyway," you shrugged, walking ahead.

"Huh, why?" He asked, stuffing his change in his pocket before picking up his tray to catch up.

"Because it's over."

"How long is over?"

"Weeks."

He paused for a moment.

"Weeks? What's weeks? Two weeks? Three weeks? One week? How many is weeks?"

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

"It's been like this for a month already. Why don't you ask him on a date?" Casey groaned, raking a hand through her hair as you two walked through the hallway together.

"Oh, I could never do that," you scoffed, turning the corner.

"Why not? You've asked out a bunch of other guys before," she cocked a brow.

"Yeah, well, Danny's different. I think I really like him," you smiled.

"Barf."

"What's this likin' stuff we're talkin' about?" Daniel asked, popping up in between you two.

"Yo-." "Nothing! Girl stuff, y'know," you shrugged, shooting Casey a glare as you cut her off.

"This is Casey."

"Hello," he smiled.

"Charmed," she sighed, pulling down her sunglasses.

Turning to Danny, your eyes narrowed at the sight of a new injury on above his eyebrow.

"What happened?" You asked, concerned

"Oh, it's terrible. I got this gigantic runaway zit," he joked, making you chuckle.

"Gross," Casey stuck out her tongue.

"But, really, I got into a lil' bike accident. No big deal," he clarified.

"What kinda bike you got, Daniel? Honda? Suzuki?" Casey teased, giving him a nudge.

"Actually it's a Miyagi-Turbo," he smirked.

"We're goin' to the arcade later. Wanna come?" You asked.

"Sounds good to me," he smiled.

"There this new game I wanna show you that has-." He suddenly stopped in his tracks as you three reached the outside of the school, Johnny and his gang waiting on their bikes right there.

"Hey, I just remembered...I forgot somethin'. I'll catch up with you guys in a minute," he quickly puttered, turning around and walking away.

'He's scared.'

"Danny, you don't have to run away-." "I'm not runnin' away from anything," he answered snappily.

"We've gotta deal with this-." "You deal with it your way, I'll deal with it mine, okay? I'll see ya, I gotta go," he waved you off, walking back the way he came.

"Daniel-." "Get off my case!"

You sighed, turning to Casey with a tired look.

"Real charmer you got there," she said, lowering her glasses.

"You just gotta get to know him," you assured, turning to face Johnny's crew again, who were all laughs and smiles at the sight of Danny running away.

"But I'm getting sick and tired of this."

You stormed over to them, Casey following close behind.

"(y/n/n), I-." "The hell is your damage, Johnny?" You spat, glaring at him.

"I don't know what you're talking about," he scoffed.

"Why can't you just leave Daniel alone? Why do you guys have to beat on him all the time?" You clarified, still very angry.

"'Cause he's touching what's mine!"

"I stopped being yours when you started locking lips with Rachel! Own up to your own damn mistakes and tell your gang of dipsticks to leave Daniel the hell alone, or it's me you're gonna be fighting next!"

The entire hallway let out ooos and ahhhs at the scene, but you didn't care.

You were gonna make Johnny stop if it was the last thing you'd do.

𝒍 𝒂 𝒓 𝒖 𝒔 𝒔 𝒐

[liam-neesons-best-girl]

How would he treat you on your period . . .

Summary: How different Liam Neeson characters would care for you when you are having your period

Pairings: Qui-Gon Jinn x reader, Daniel (Love Actually) x reader, Bryan Mills (Taken) x reader

Warning: topical mention of periods (nothing graphic), F! reader, fluffy drabble

Qui-Gon Jinn (Star Wars)

Qui-Gon could sense it coming on before you, so he prepares

He makes sure to leave the Jedi temple early to meet you when you arrive home. He cooks you dinner and draws you a bath

He offers you space or cuddles depending on how you feel

To relax he braids your hair, and using your doe eyes on him, he turns his back to you so you can braid his hair

When you go to bed you can see he took the weighted blanket out from the linen closet and has a heating pad and glass of water at your bed side table

Qui-Gon offers you a spare pillow for your neck or back but you say to him, "your chest is the most comfortable spot to lay" and he obliges

He'll glide his hands up and down your arms until you drift off to sleep

Daniel (Love Actually)

Daniel is a bit out of practice with the inner workings of lady parts since his wife's passing and being a man in general (lol)

Before you are set to go over to his place he runs to the drug store to make the effort of welcoming you to the flat, but boy is he lost

He'll go up and down the feminine hygiene aisle with Sam looking like a lost puppy

"Aren't they all the same?" Sam would ask "You'd think, Sam-o, but somehow they are all slightly different," is all Daniel could respond with

After some time, he would just take a guess on a product he thinks he has seen in your purse and hopes for the best

Daniel will also ask Sam to run to the candy aisle and get a bag of what you like and Sam will come to the check out counter with five bags and say, "well she has one every month, and these are on sale"

When you arrive to his flat and see the grocery bags on the counter you tear up a bit and Daniel thinks he royally messed up but you pull him and Sam into a tight, gratitude filled hug

Bryan Mills (Taken) 

For a man who is a former CIA agent and a rough exterior, he always has a soft spot for his girl, especially when you are feeling bloated or are hard on yourself

Bryan is not the 'comforting' type, however, he knows just his presence puts you at ease so he won't leave your side

You'll cling to him like a koala bear and all he can do is laugh it off since he secretly enjoys the closeness and not having to have his guard up with you

If you have trouble sleeping and reach for a benadryl tablet he will snag it out of your hands and read the drug facts on the side three times over before giving you the appropriate dosage. He is always cautious - especially when it comes to your well being

He'll offer a you a back or foot massage as you cozy up into bed, trying to be as helpful as he can to relive any tension you have knowing your cramps are out of his control

You opt to sleep in loose fitting shorts and one of his t-shirts and he loves it. There is something primal within him that loves to his girl wearing his clothes, dwarfing her frame

Before he can rest he makes sure nothing will disturb you through the night. Checking the thermostat, your alarm clock, drawing the blinds and cracking the window slightly. He breaths a sigh of relief to see you sound asleep and spoons you until morning

[sgnjimmy]

can i get danny x reader with number 6 pls?

★𝓓𝓪𝓷𝓲𝓮𝓵 𝓟𝓪𝓻𝓴 𝔁 𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓻

≛ 𝙰/𝚗: hello there. my first daniel work, i'm exited!! feel free to let me know what you think of it.

≛ 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚝: 350

The sigh of Daniel opens a big grin to your face. For a while now, he's not been going to school, and you were worried sick. You felt helpless not knowing if he was okay.

"Danny!" You call him from the school's gate.

He quickly spots you, waving his hand.

"Hi." He mouths.

You can't help the warm feeling in your tummy when he walks towards you. You grow more impatient by the second, so you start to run in his direction.

Daniel looks confused, but you don't give him time to think, pressing your body against his roughly, tangling him with your arms. He puts his arms around you, too, returning the hug.

"I missed you." He says. And you swear he's smiling.

"I missed you, too." You finally take your head off his chest — and stop sniffing his shirt — to look up at him. Hands locked together around him.

And there it is. That heavenly smile.

Damn, you really missed it.

Really missed him.

You suddenly shift off your daydream. "Are you okay?" You ask, recalling his absence. "Is everything okay?"

"Yes." He expresses with a smile. "Don't worry."

"Okay, but you'll tell me if there's anything I can do to help you, right?"

"Yes." Daniel nods truthfully.

He squeezes your body to his chest, bringing his hand to the back of your head, Daniel uses it to rest your face on his shoulder.

You close your eyes and the people around you disappear. For a moment, it's just you two, consuming one another.

But then the school bell rings and the moment is gone. Although his arms lay still on your body, you shift under it, trying to roll off of the hug.

The two of you should probably head to class.

"No…" He pouts. "Um, i– I just wanna hold you like this for a bit longer if that's okay."

Heat runs to your cheeks and you're glad he can't see your face. Your mouth is partly open and your face holds a soft frown.

He really got you bad, you think. But you couldn't care less if you looked stupid to anyone for simply loving him.

"Yeah, um." You clean your throat. "That's okay."

© 𝙨𝙧𝙜𝙣𝙟𝙞𝙢𝙢𝙮 2023

[something-tofightfor]

Second and Goal

Pairing: Daniel (Wing Pit SNL sketch character) x Female Reader

Word Count: 6,873

Rating: M - little bit of language, little bit of suggestion. Raider is a literal angel.

Summary: Year 2 of watching the Super Bowl with Daniel looks - and feels - a little different. Plans change, but you're both ready for it.  

Author’s note:

I was very excited to get back to writing for these two, and with last week's Super Bowl pairing, it seemed like the right time. This sets up a couple other potential pieces for them, too... if anyone's interested.

The masterlist for this pairing can be found here in case you need or want to catch up. Enjoy!

You were glad that you’d volunteered to take a shower first. While Daniel was in the bathroom, you curled back up in his bed, closing your eyes and listening to the sound of the running water. 

There wasn’t enough time to get truly comfortable. 

Hopefully, though, there’d at least be time for the Excedrin that you’d taken to start working. Because today’s important. Groaning, you rolled onto your side - and directly into Raider’s body. He whined quietly, but didn’t move otherwise, and when you cracked your eye open, he was watching you, nose resting on his paws. “You keeping me company, buddy?” 

Smiling, you reached out, using one hand to scratch between his ears. 

The dog had taken to you almost immediately. When it had become common for you to spend the night at Daniel’s, he often chose to sleep on your side of the bed. Sometimes it was near the foot of it, just beyond the reach of your legs. Other nights, he squeezed in between your body and the mattress’ edge, forcing you backwards and even closer to Daniel. 

You didn’t mind. He was more than happy to have you close, no matter how much he grumbled about the dog choosing you over him. “But you can’t help it, right?” He lowered his head, his entire body relaxing. “You’re just really smart.” 

“You can take him home with you whenever you want.” Looking over toward the bathroom door, you saw that Daniel was leaning against the doorframe, a dark green towel wrapped around his waist. Even with your headache, you grinned at the sight of his bare torso, eyeing the droplets of water as they ran out of his hair and down the side of his neck. “Since you’ve pretty much already stolen him away from me.” 

“Are you jealous?” Propping yourself up on one elbow, you continued to pet the dog. “Because if you are, you need to remember that you’re the one that encouraged me to make him like me by any means necessary the first time I came over.” Daniel rolled his eyes, running one hand through his hair and slicking it back and away from his face before he moved closer to you. 

“I never said it wasn’t my own damn fault.” He sat down on the mattress, reaching out to pet the dog, too. “Why are you back in bed?” 

“I have a headache.” You shrugged, closing your eyes briefly. “Just wanted to lay down for a couple minutes.” 

“We don’t have to go.” He scooted closer, his hand moving from Raider’s side to your arm, one thumb - still warm from the shower - rubbing along your bicep. “We can stay home today.” You would have loved to do that - changing back into sweatpants and a hoodie and spending the rest of the day curled up on Daniel’s couch under a blanket. “We -”

“No.” Turning your head toward the pillow, you groaned and then peeked up at him. “We have to go. Will and Kyra are really excited, and they already figured the head count into the food and table reservations, so…” You sighed, forcing a smile. “We’ll go.” 

It was more than that, though. You knew how much Daniel looked forward to Super Bowl Sunday every year. It was more than just a game to him; watching was tradition, and even though you would have gladly watched from the comfort of his place with just the two of you, being around others during the game added to the atmosphere. 

“You’re thinking about it.” He leaned in, kissing a slow path over your cheek until he reached your mouth. “We can order pizza. Or wings. That place we got them from last year has another deal. Something about a pallet of ranch?” 

“There are only two of us. That’s entirely too much ranch.” You spoke against his lips, fighting back a smile. “I’ll be fine, Daniel. Just don’t get too mad at me if I’m not as … talkative as I was last year.” He backed away slightly, laying his head against the pillow, but keeping his eyes on you.

“A whole year.” His hand slid up your arm and over your shoulder. “Maybe I should be glad you’re not feeling well. Last time you were friendly at a Super Bowl party, you ended up picking up a stranger. And there’s going to be a ton more of those at the bar today, so -”

“If I remember correctly, I didn’t pick a stranger up at the party.” Wrinkling your nose, you grinned. “I did that in the beer cooler.” 

Daniel’s laugh filled the room, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he closed them. “You did. I was kicking myself for not getting your name before we said goodbye. Thought about you the whole drive to Charlie’s.” 

“You’ve said that. And you also told me you contemplated switching all of your grocery shopping to that store. ” His lips twitched, the man’s smile small but still visible at your words. “I’ll be fine.” Pushing yourself upright, you cocked your head to the side. “I have to be for tomorrow, right?” 

“You do.” He grinned at that, nodding. “I have everything planned … and none of it has to do with football or sports or chicken, or -” 

Leaning in, you cut his words off with a quick kiss, Daniel’s lips soft against yours. He reacted before you could pull away, one of his hands curving around the back of your head to keep you close. But he didn’t deepen the kiss, just prolonged it until he hummed and backed off. “What?”

“I like it when you do that.” He stroked one finger over your cheek, eyes bright. “And I think I always will.” I know you do. “How long do you need to get ready?”

 “My head feels better.” You took a deep breath. “Twenty minutes. Maybe less. And if we leave then, we’ll get there early enough that we aren’t fighting through a crowd to get to our tables.” 

He grinned again, nodding. Daniel moved then, easing away from you and standing, one hand going to his waist to keep the towel in place. “Sounds good.” He turned away from the bed and you kept your eyes on him, focused on the flex of his back muscles. Hmm. 

“You can let go of that towel, Daniel. I wouldn’t mind.” He laughed, the sound covered partially by the creak of the closet door hinges… but moments later the towel fell away, exposing the entire back of his body to you. Perfect. “Much better.” He paused before stepping into the space, looking back at you from over one shoulder. 

“Exactly how many of the twenty minutes that you need are going to be spent staring at my ass?” 

Covering your face with both hands you laughed hard, thankful that it didn’t bring the headache back full force. “None, you jerk.” Groaning, you pushed the blanket off and got out of the bed, too. “I’ll just do it tonight when we get home.” 

“We don’t have to get up early tomorrow,” he continued to speak as he entered the closet, disappearing from view. “So you’ll have as much time as you need.” Good. You nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. Because I’m going to need a while. 

— 

But almost two hours later, you were beginning to doubt that you’d be staring at anything later that night that wasn’t the inside of your eyelids. 

The headache hadn’t been bad for the first hour or so, and had even almost completely disappeared once you’d started eating. You’d made conversation with the people you knew - Kyra showing you pictures of their kitchen remodel, two of Daniel’s colleagues stopping by the table you stood at to ask how you’d been since it had been a few weeks since you’d seen each other at one of your trivia nights. 

You’d attempted to have a drink, but after only a few sips, pushed the glass away and switched to water. That helped, and by the time the actual game started, you were feeling more like yourself and flitting between the four tables that had been reserved, going between conversations and paying attention to the oversized TV screens in the bar. 

It was much different than it had been the previous year when it came to how close you and Daniel stayed throughout the night. He checked in with you; one hand pressed against your lower back as he kissed you on the temple, asking if you were ok, a raised eyebrow from across the table during a conversation, his expression only settling once you nodded and gave him a wink. But you weren’t constantly next to or speaking to each other, and despite the dull pain behind your eyes, you understood that that was a good thing - your relationship strong enough that neither of you felt threatened or possessive, even in a bar filled with people letting loose and having a good time. No, we know each other better than that. 

Finishing your water, you reached for the pitcher to refill your glass and frowned when you realized it was empty. Before you could head to the bar for a refill, though, a tall plastic cup appeared in front of you at the same time someone’s body pressed against yours from behind, one arm curling around your waist. “Ginger ale. Thought it might help a little.” 

You sagged against him almost immediately, both eyes closed. “Thank you.” Turning your head to kiss Daniel’s bearded cheek, you hummed and then moved your mouth closer to his ear. “Needed it. The bubbles - “

“The bubbles help. I know.” He pressed his palm against your stomach, nodding before he lowered his head and kissed the top of your shoulder. “You still good?”

“I’m alright.” Turning to look at him, you raised the cup and took a long drink. “Headache’s starting to come back, but it’s not terrible yet, and -”

“We can leave.” He chewed on his lower lip, eyes focused on your face. “We made an appearance, we can go. It’s not -” His attention was diverted as you heard a cheer, both of you looking up at the closest TV, where San Francisco’s kicker had just scored the first points of the game. “Shit.” 

Despite your headache, you snorted, holding back a laugh. “No. If I need to leave, I can take an Uber home. It’s only like fifteen minutes away, and everyone’s already at their parties, so it’ll be cheap.” He looked like he wanted to say something but you didn’t let him, lifting one hand and pressing a finger against his lips. “I’m OK. I’d tell you if I wasn’t.” 

“If you say so.” He shook his head, rolling his eyes. “Need anything?” You thought for a few seconds and then nodded, wrinkling your nose. 

“Yeah. Will you get a new jersey next year? There are other players on the team, you know.” He looked offended for a few seconds and then sighed, placing both hands on your hips as you pressed a palm to the center of his chest. “Number 84 is pretty c-”

“As long as you don’t want to see me in a Kelce jersey, I’m… wait.” He narrowed his eyes, leaning in. “Watson? You -”

“We can talk about it later.” Smiling too, you closed your eyes and tilted your head, waiting for his kiss. It came - slow and soft, Daniel’s lips lingering against yours for long moments. He backed away, though he didn’t stop touching you. “But no, the last thing I’d want to see you in is that jersey, especially since -”

“I know.” He winked at you, both hands dropping. “I’m just being an asshole.” Curling your fingers briefly against the material of his jersey, you then pushed him away, turning back to reach for your cup. 

You weren’t surprised that he’d been thoughtful enough to get you something else to drink, but you were very thankful, the carbonated liquid a nice change from the water. There was just over ten minutes left in the second quarter, and even though you felt alright, you knew that you weren’t going to make it the entire game at the bar. And the later it gets, the less he’s going to want to leave. 

Taking another sip, you scanned the crowd, looking for Kyra until you found her, standing next to two women you only knew by sight. I’ll start my exit now, so when I end up leaving, it won’t be sudden. Working your way over to them, you reached out to touch your friend’s shoulder, her head whipping toward where you stood. “Hey. How’s it going? Did you eat? There’s -”

“I did.” Nodding, you pointed with the hand that held the cup. “Those potato skins? Amazing.” Kyra agreed, the woman pausing before she introduced you to the two she was talking to. Though they were friendly, Audrey - one of Kyra’s neighbors - was less so, her greeting almost cold. I didn’t do anything, though. So what… weird. 

Only a few minutes later, Kyra led you away from the women and toward the exit, pulling you out onto the covered patio, where it was less crowded - and much quieter. “I’m sorry about her.” Kyra sighed. “She’s just little…” Scratching her head, she took a long swig from her beer. “She just got divorced a couple months ago and is looking to get back out and date. I told her there’d be a couple of our single friends here today, and she…” Kyra rolled her eyes. “She decided she liked one of the ones that isn’t single, and -”

“Daniel?” You laughed, narrowing your eyes. “Of course.” Your friend winced, looking around and then settling her gaze back on you. “I take it she saw him and I together and got upset?” 

“Not upset. Disappointed is more like it. And she actually walked up to him and tried to talk to him, but he just…wasn’t having it.” She shrugged. “You got a good one. He was polite, but very quick to shut her down.” I know I did. It didn’t surprise you that he hadn’t entertained the woman’s flirting, but hearing your friend’s confirmation made you much more certain of your relationship’s foundation. “You don’t seem like you’re having fun, though. Is everything OK?”

“I’m not feeling well.” You decided to be blunt, sipping from your cup again. “I have a headache, and the noise isn’t helping. Daniel offered to stay home with me, but I know how much he wanted to come, so…” You frowned, clearing your throat. “I’m here, but I don’t know how long I’m going to make it.” 

“Do you need me to take you home?” She leaned against the wall, concern evident in her expression. “I will. I love football, but I really don’t give a shit about this matchup, so -” 

“No. It’s your party.” You finished the ginger ale, tossing the cup into the trash can beside you. “Stay. I’ll call an Uber, that way no one has to leave.” She opened her mouth to speak, but you continued. “Just because I feel like shit, I don’t want to ruin everyone else’s day.” 

There was more cheering, and when you peeked at one of the TVs, you saw that San Francisco had scored again, widening their lead. Oh, he’s going to be so sad. “Will’s probably going nuts.” She rolled her eyes. “I should go in and check on him. He put money on the Chiefs, and -”

“Go.” You smiled, waving her off. “I’ll be back in in a minute. I’m going to check rides.” 

She left you and headed back in, and as soon as she was gone, you pulled your phone out, navigating to the rideshare app. The fare was slightly more than you expected but still reasonable, and even though you knew it would have upset him, you considered ordering a car before going in to say goodbye. No. I can’t do that. 

So instead, you headed back in, easing through the crowd and saying hello to a few people while you sought out Daniel. It took you a minute to find him among the sea of men in red jerseys, but when you did catch sight of your boyfriend, you beelined it to him. If I go soon, I can be home before the halftime show and watch it wrapped up in a blanket and - 

“C’mere.” He took your hand before you could say anything, pulling you against his side. “You disappeared. I -”

“I went outside to talk to Ky.” Looking over at him, you took a breath. “I was explaining to her why I’m leaving. I just checked, and the rides -”

He moved before you finished, urging you toward the bar’s exit, but he stayed quiet until you were outside on the sidewalk. “You’re leaving?”

“Yes.” You held up a hand. “And you don’t have to come with me. Rides are cheap right now, so you can stay here and finish watching the game.” You paused, arching a brow. “If things stay the same as they are now, you’ll need other Chiefs fans around for some moral support.” He mouthed the word ouch, wrinkling his nose. 

“Right to it, hm?” He scratched the side of his head, the strands of his hair slipping through his fingers. “That’s cold. Kick a man when his team is down.” 

“I’m just going home so I can gloat in peace.” You laughed, the sound turning into a hiss and a wince as pain spiked against one temple again. Ow. “I -”

“I’m coming with you.” He stepped closer, reaching out to wrap his fingers around your arm. “No way I’m going to stay here and have a good time if -”

“No, Daniel.” Despite what you knew about Kyra’s friend’s interest, you wanted Daniel to stay at the party. “The whole point is that you wanted to watch the game with -”

“I want to watch it with you.” He frowned, saying your name. “Here or at home, it doesn’t matter. And I’ve read too many horror stories about people in rideshares that get taken advantage of. I’m not going to let you get into one and -” 

“I’m going to feel like an asshole if you leave.” You were defeated, annoyance and anger vying with gratitude for your dominant emotional response. “It’s one day a -”

“You’re sick. It’s not like you want to go.” He pointed back at the bar, understanding etched across his features. “I’ll go inside and get our coats. Here.” He stuffed a hand into his pocket. “Take the keys and go sit. I’ll be right back.” You opened your mouth to argue, holding up a hand, but Daniel shook his head quickly, looping the carabiner on his keys over two of your fingers. “Don’t argue with me. You know I’ll win.” 

“OK.” You didn’t want to fight; you just wanted to sit down. “Tell them -”

“We’ll tell them later. You already told Ky. It’s fine.” Leaning in, he kissed your cheek. “Two minutes.” 

He disappeared back into the bar and you sighed and turned toward the parking lot. It was a short walk to the car, and when you sat down a few moments later, you sunk into the plush seat, groaning. 

If Daniel were anyone else, you knew that you’d probably have to hear about how upset he was to have left the game before it was over once you were feeling better. But he’s not like that. You were thankful for him - thankful for the fact that even though Daniel had has interests, and was very vocal about doing the things he enjoyed doing, he never held grudges as revenge or brought things from the past up during the very few arguments that you’d had. It was different than in previous relationships, and you knew that you’d lucked out finding him. 

The car door opened and so did your eyes, Daniel peeking his head in before sitting. “It’s me. You ok?”

“Yes.” Giving him a small smile, you straightened up. “Everything alr-”

“It is.” Daniel sat and pressed the ignition button, buckling his seatbelt, too. “Let’s get you home.”

— 

You were settled on the couch before the halftime report ended, a blanket tucked around your shoulders. When Daniel reentered the room carrying two bottles of water and a handful of ibuprofen, you managed a large - and genuine smile. “I could have gotten that myself.” 

“You were already sitting.” He shrugged, handing one of the bottles and the pills to you. “And I didn’t want you to miss the start of the performance. You’ve been talking about this for a week, and -”

“Listen.” Swallowing the medicine, you followed it with a long drag of water as Daniel sat next to you, propping both feet up on his coffee table. “You don’t get it. You weren’t a teenage girl when he got huge and  My Way and U Remind Me came out. And have you seen him dance?”

“I have.” He wound an arm around your shoulders and urged you closer, so that you could rest your head on his shoulder. “But have you seen me dance?” 

“Once or twice.” Looking up, you watched Daniel’s smile grow, his hand sweeping slowly over your blanket-covered shoulder. “But only when you’ve been drinking.” He laughed quietly, tightening his hold on you and mumbling that’s not true, but before you could reply, the TV switched back to the field, the lights dimmed. 

Despite your headache you hummed along with the music throughout the performance, one of your hands moving from under the blanket to rest on Daniel’s thigh, that thumb arcing over the soft denim to the beat. 

He sang along quietly during a few parts, catching you off guard, but you didn’t look away from the TV - until Daniel finally spoke up. “He’s really sweaty. Do you think that that bedazzled outfit is weighing him -”

“Be quiet, he’s taking his shirt off.” Leaning forward, you bit your lip. “I-”

“Wow, that headache seems to be much better now.” He sniffed. “I see how it is.”

“Shhh. I’m watching.” He laughed and then you felt his hand on your back, slowly working its way up and then back down. As Usher disappeared from the stage, you looked over at Daniel again. “Most exciting part of this game so far.” 

“There’s still a whole half left.” He arched a brow. “Plenty of time left for more exciting things to happen.” He looked away, focusing back on the TV, but you stared at him, heart pounding. He’d willingly left the party on his favorite day of the year just because you weren’t feeling well. He’d pulled himself away from friends and unlimited food to spend the remainder of the game alone with you in his quiet, dark living room. 

“Daniel, thank you for -” 

“Is he on fucking roller skates?” Daniel leaned forward, blinking quickly. “When the fuck -”

You finally looked away and back at the screen, bursting out into laughter and rubbing at your forehead with one hand. “I don’t know but this is impressive. Is there anything he can’t do?”

“Yeah, apparently he hasn’t eaten a goddamn carb in like four years…” Daniel trailed off, still watching. “It’s unfair, right? That one person’s that good at so many things, and -”

“Valentine’s Day is in a couple days. I could buy you some skates. You can learn, too.” You smiled as his head swiveled toward you, a scowl on his face. 

“My shoe size is 11, thanks.” He only managed to keep his expression flat for a few seconds and then both of you laughed together, Daniel pulling you back against his side as the song switched again. “This playlist is like all of the college nights out at the bar of my nightmares coming back to haunt me.” 

“Those were dark times.” He released you and you used the opportunity to re-wrap the blanket around your shoulders. “Do you remember Party Rock Anthem? That was a little later, but …”

“Unfortunately.” He sighed and shuddered. “I’m so glad we only hang out in bars where the volume is kept at a reasonable level now.” You snorted, scooting back next to him, and his arm went back across your shoulders as the performance came to an end. “What year did this even come out?” He did a quick search, scoffing as he read the screen of his phone. “Twenty years ago. Can you believe -.” 

“So…. An AARP membership and roller skates for Valentine’s Day. Got it.” He was quiet as the TV switched back to commercials, but then Daniel said your name again, waiting until you were looking at him to continue. 

“You’re welcome. You don’t need to thank me, but you’re welcome. It’s just a game. I can watch it anywhere.” He leaned in, pressing his lips to the center of your forehead. “As long as it’s with you.”

The two of you had gotten close in the year you’d known each other. Though things hadn’t been official that entire time, once you’d made that distinction, the relationship progressed quickly. Neither of you had said those words yet, but it didn’t mean that you didn’t feel them. And you thought that he did, too, even if he didn’t speak them out loud. You were together more often than you were apart when you weren’t working, and he made you feel comfortable and cared for in a way that still stunned you. This is proof of that. 

“Sap.” You sighed, pulling back and standing. “I’m going to get something to snack on, do you want anything?” 

He didn’t. So you headed into the kitchen and decided on a bowl of popcorn, leaning against the counter while it popped. Your head felt better but still not great, though the fact that there was no excess noise had helped a ton. I knew it would. 

You dressed the popcorn with butter, salt and the seasoning that you knew was Daniel’s favorite, and then headed back into the other room. He’d moved to the corner of the couch, slinging the blanket over his shoulders and leaving the end of it loose and ready for you. “Hold this.” He took the bowl and you sat, getting comfortable, pressed against his side. 

It was cozy, and for the next little while, the two of you watched the game in silence, the amount of popcorn in the bowl dwindling thanks to both of your appetites. You wondered if Kansas City was ever going to score, and when they finally did, Daniel cheered happily - stiffening behind you and tightening his arm around your shoulders. “It’s only a field goal, don’t get too excited, Harper.” 

“I’ll take what I can get.” He kissed  the top of your head and you closed your eyes, settling in further against him. His breathing - deep and even - calmed you. You dozed until his team scored again, Daniel’s excited yelp waking you fully. “There’s the lead, baby!” You groaned, the sound turning into a yawn, but opened your eyes and looked at the screen, watching the celebration. 

“Still a quarter to go,” you mumbled. “Don’t get cocky.” 

“No, that’s later.” He laughed. “That was horrible, I’m sorry.” You agreed, but didn’t say anything, instead turning your head inward and toward his chest, groaning a second time. “The one thing I didn’t plan out for tomorrow is breakfast. Did you want to go out somewhere, or eat here, or …”

“I can cook for you.” Sitting up, you made direct eye contact. “Breakfast in bed?” 

“But then you’d have to get up early.” Daniel’s frown grew, the lines between his eyes deepening. “And we’re supposed to sleep in since we took the day off.” 

“I didn’t say early.” Winking, you shrugged. “Whenever your dog wakes me up to let him out, I can start.” He agreed - hesitantly - and then you both went back to the game, the 4th quarter clock already ticking down. 

And it was you that cheered next when San Francisco scored, clapping your hands together and nodding, even as Daniel swore under his breath from next to you. “Are we ever going to root for the same team? Or is this going to be a yearly thing to us to be on opposing sides? Because -”

“I don’t know, Daniel. Are the Chiefs ever not going to get in?” Shifting so that you could get more comfortable, you gestured toward the TV. “If the Ravens had won, you’d be rooting for the Niners with me, since they beat your team.” 

“True.” He took your hand, squeezing. “But luckily they didn’t.” You rolled your eyes, twisting your wrist so that you could link your fingers together 

“We’ll just have to wait and see what happens next season.” You squeezed back, searching his expression. “See if we can go three years in a row on choosing opposing teams and not coming out of the game mad at each other.”

“I’m sure we’ll be alright.” He tilted his head. “But does that mean that you think my Chiefs will be back in the -” I guess it does. 

“You never know.” Gesturing at the TV again, you made a show of rolling your eyes. “They’ve been throwing around the term dynasty and comparing him to Brady for the last three hours, so…” Daniel’s laugh was quiet, but when he pulled you closer by your joined hands, you let him, leaning into his side again. 

“He is really good. And Kelce is -”

“If I never hear that man’s name again in my life, it will be too soon.” Daniel laughed again at your words, both of you going quiet as the field goal unit came out onto the field - and tied the game. “Ok, this is interesting.” 

Despite the lingering headache, you were interested in the outcome - and especially with so little time left and a tied score. “Holy shit. I didn’t actually think…” Daniel swore quietly, reaching for his phone and sending a message out. “Charlie’s got to be shitting himself right now.” 

You wondered how your friends were doing, and if the bar was still packed, and on a whim, you said Daniel’s name, getting his attention. “Take a picture of us, I want to send it to Ky.” He did, lifting the phone and reversing the camera so that you could see yourselves on the screen. 

It was a good picture, both of you looking cozy under the blanket. When he sent it to you a few seconds later, you quickly typed a message to go along with it before you send it to your friend, hoping it would make her laugh whenever she saw it. 

One of us is really excited about this tied game. The other is just glad to be in sweatpants. 

He laughed at the text, but you felt him deflate when San Francisco kicked yet another field goal to take the lead with a little under two minutes left. They might actually win. I know I shouldn’t get excited, but … 

The clock continued to wind down, and when - with 3 seconds left - Kansas City kicked an answering field goal to tie it again, you stood, throwing your arms up in the air. “Bullshit. This game has been entirely too boring to go into overtime.” 

“I agree, but since this is the last football we get until August, I’m not going to complain.” He had a point, but you stayed on your feet, standing just in front of the couch. “Oh, shit, you know what?” Daniel reached out, fingers grazing over the back of your hand. “We forgot the envelopes.” 

You gasped and spun to face him, looking down at where he still sat. “We did.” Pausing, you pointed at the steps. “I can go get-”

“No, you stay here.” Standing, he pushed past you, heading in the direction of his bedroom. “I’ll be right back.” You watched until he disappeared, listening to the sound of his footsteps thudding up the carpeted steps. 

Both of you had decided not to gamble on the game with actual cash that year, and instead keep the wager between the two of you. If the Chiefs won, Daniel got to open the envelope you’d sealed your wager into, and if the Niners won, you opened his. 

The only stipulation you’d agreed to was that the “reward” couldn’t be anything sexual in nature. Despite the fact that both of you knew what each other’s limits were, you’d decided that a sealed bet wasn’t the best place to offer anything that could be interpreted as an obligation to accept. Even though that could have been fun. 

He reappeared a few moments later, the envelopes in one hand and Raider trailing down the stairs after him. “He was sleeping on your side of the bed again.” Daniel rolled his eyes. “I think he was disappointed it was me coming up and not you.” 

“Doubtful.” But he padded toward you, nudging the side of your leg with his nose, tail wagging back and forth. “Maybe.” Daniel mumbled something that you didn’t catch before setting the envelopes on the table and wrapping his arms around you. “Daniel, w-” 

He didn’t speak as he urged you to sit back on the couch with him, both of you landing on the cushions at the same time. Raider watched for a few seconds and then walked away, turning around twice and then flopping down onto the bed in the corner of the room, facing toward where you sat. 

“How’s your head?” He spoke into your ear, mouth hovering just above it. “You seem like you’re doing better.” 

“I am.” You didn’t look away from the TV, daring to feel a little hope as San Francisco drove the ball down the field, eating up the remaining time. “And if they can pull this off, I’ll feel great.”

“Now who’s being cocky?” He scoffed, shaking his head. “There’s still plenty of time. And both teams get the ball, so…” So there’s a chance. 

To your disappointment, the end result was only a field goal. Ok, they can do this. They just need to hold them off. Your heartbeat quickened as the time ticked down - and the Chiefs got closer and closer to the end zone. 

Daniel’s response was expected, too, the man sitting up straight and then leaning forward, both hands rubbing together. Splitting your attention between the TV and him, you understood what was going to happen before it played out, letting out a sigh when you saw Mahomes release the ball and focusing on Daniel instead. It was fun while it lasted. 

He shot to his feet as the catch was made, both hands raised over his head as he whooped in excitement. It startled Raider, the dog’s head lifting. But after the single outburst, he hissed and then swore, looking down at you. “I’m sorry. Your headache, I didn’t -” 

Waving him off, you stood too. “It’s fine. Congratulations to your team.” He paused and then reached for you, carefully pulling you into his arms. “I still think it was a boring game, but…”

“It was.” He kissed you, nodding. “But I’ve gotta be honest with you.” His smile widened, the man’s dark eyes focused on you. “I think I liked tonight better than last year.”

“Why?” It made no sense - he’d had a great time at Charlie’s, and from what you’d seen, Daniel’s time at the bar had been just as enjoyable for him. He likes high energy places. He likes … people. And crowds. And he likes being with people that like the same things as he does. “It’s so quiet. And the only other person here was rooting against your team, and -”

“Because I can do this without worrying someone’s going to get offended.” 

He moved quickly, one hand sliding up to the middle of your back and the other rising to tilt your face. Ah. Makes sense. He kissed you hungrily, though he was still holding back - Daniel’s lips parted when they met yours, the tip of his tongue dragging along the fullest part of your lower one moments later. 

You welcomed the kiss, opening your mouth in encouragement - and Daniel was quick to deepen it, his hum of approval vibrating through you. You dragged your fingers through his hair, the soft strands curling against your palm. Before you could get too comfortable, he pulled away, sighing. “Kyra would have lost her shit if you did that last year.”

“I wanted to.” He nodded, his expression solemn. “Barely knew you, but it took all my willpower not to make a move in that living room or in the kitchen.” He’d told you something similar before, but it still made you feel good to know that he meant it. 

“Now you don’t have to worry about that.” Wrinkling your nose, you tugged on his hair. “Might have gotten a couple strange looks in that bar, but I wouldn’t have cared.” Using your chin, you gestured to the table. “You won the bet. Are you going to open your envelope?” 

He looked down at where they laid, pausing before turning his attention back to you. “In a minute. I think I want to kiss you again first.” And he did, though that kiss was shorter than the previous one and ended with his teeth closing around your lip followed by a gentle suck as he backed away. Oh, I love it when he does that. 

He stroked his thumb over your cheek and then bent down, picking up the envelope with his name on it. 

“A bet is a bet.” Putting your hands on your hips, you raised both brows, waiting. “Here we go.” Sliding his finger beneath the flap, he opened the envelope, using two fingers to pull the folded sheet of paper free. “Ok, let’s see… what does…” He stopped speaking, clearly confused. Weren’t expecting that, were you. Daniel looked up, frowning. “Seriously?”

“We said it had to be significant but it couldn’t be sex, so…” 

“But this is …” He looked down and then back up, chewing on his lower lip. “Three freebies? What does that even mean?”

“It means, Daniel, that you get three opportunities to make a request of me, and as long as it’s something reasonable, I can’t say no.” His lips twitched upward, and you continued. “You don’t really ask for much, but I thought … I don’t know. If we have plans and you decide you don’t want to go, or if there’s something you want to do… just ask.” You shrugged. “Blank check times three.”

“Why three?” He was smiling broadly, the slip of paper still in his hand, though he didn’t look at it. “And not only one?”

“One didn’t seem like enough, and two was a weird number. So… three.” He sighed, closing his eyes. “Is that dumb? I didn’t think so. I just -”

“No, it’s perfect.” He reached out, taking your hand. “I’ll make ‘em good ones, I promise.” You knew he would - and you also knew that Daniel would save his prize until he came up with the right choices. Just to catch me by surprise. 

“Good. I’m looking forward to finding out what they are.” Stepping away from him, you looked up and at the clock on his wall. “And I know it’s early, but I think I’m going to go and lay down. I want to get some sleep.”

“I’ll let Raider out and then be up, too.” He whistled, and the dog stood, hurrying toward the back door. “See you in a few.” 

You headed upstairs and into the bathroom, getting ready for bed on autopilot. It only took you a few minutes, and by the time Daniel made it up to the bedroom, you were already laying down with the lights off. God, it feels good to lay down.

He was quick getting ready to lay down, too. When he climbed in next to you, there was no hesitation before he was winding an arm around you and urging you closer. “Where’s Raider?”

“I crated him tonight. Didn’t want him jumping in the bed.” He rubbed your back, the motion soothing. “Figured you could use a night of uninterrupted sleep.” Uninterrupted from you, too? He kept touching you, the movement of his hand pushing your shirt up to expose the skin of your back. Guess not. Daniel sought it out, the warmth of his palm making contact with your bare body 

You moved even closer, letting yourself relax under his touch. “Hey.” You spoke a few minutes later, voice quiet in the darkened room. “Isn’t sex supposed to be good for headaches?” He stopped moving, fingers curling inward.

“I…” His hand started moving again, slowly. “I might have read that somewhere.” You reached out to touch him then, your fingers catching on the elastic waistband of his pants. “Are you suggesting we test that theory?”

It only took you a few seconds to decide, hooking your fingers between the material and his skin and then tugging. Daniel’s hips jerked forward at the contact, your name little more than a whisper as he spoke it. “Yeah. I am.” 

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Daniel Robitallie as Your Boyfriend Headcanons (SFW)

So you guys met when you were playing Candyman as a challenge that your friends forced you into.

As Candyman appears, he calls out your name is his usual charming, smooth voice.

Instead of killing you right then and there, he stares lovingly into your eyes.

"Aren't you a sight for lovely eyes?" He would say.

You wouldn't help but be intrigued by his smooth voice.

Once you guys start dating, expect him to spoil you with the most expensive gifts.

He would love it when you fall asleep on him.

He would come by your house into he evening to see you and ask how your day went.

If he sees you crying, he would pull you in for a comforting hug while giving you reassuring words.

He would gives you pet names like "Honeybee, Sweetie, and Bubblebee".

His love language is words of affection.