#I WAS ABLE TO DRW SOMETHING !!!!!!!!

[c10v3r]

my coping mechanism is drawing women kissing /SILLY

[watchyoubloom]

summer nights | drw x f!reader

Summary: Danny’s wearing those short shorts again. (That’s it. That’s the plot.)

(minors dni. 18+. basically just smut and fluff and lots of dialogue idk. all things considered, it’s *tame* but it is still just pwp so….do with that what you will.)

A/N: here i am, over a year later, with another danny fic 🫣 he’s just!!!! stuck in my brain, okay?!

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It's late by the time the party winds down, leaving just you and Danny by the fire pit. The second Sam cajoles Rosie from her spot where she'd been sleeping on your deck, leashing her for the walk to his car, you'd had your mind made up.

"Want me to lock the door behind me?" Sam asks before he heads inside, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head, then to Danny's. “Think everyone else is gone."

"That would be great, Sammy, thank you," you reply, and you know that it's obvious your mind is elsewhere but you can't seem to bring yourself to care.

Danny had worn those teal shorts tonight, the ones that made his legs look miles long and drew out the color of his tan, and you hadn't been able to keep your eyes— or your hands— off of him.

Usually, Danny was the one who had an arm around your shoulders, or a grip on your thigh, or a hand at your waist. Not that you didn't reciprocate. You were both handsy people- he was just usually already touching you whenever you reached for him. Tonight, though, you couldn't get enough. When he'd leaned forward to pull your chair closer to his so he could stretch an arm out and rest his hand at the back of your neck, thumb swiping into the hairs at your nape, you'd leaned in closer to him, putting your hand on his thigh and scratching your fingernails lightly along his soft skin, through the smattering of darker hair. It was a bit of a stretch with the arms of your big wooden deck chairs between you, but nothing was gonna keep you from touching your boyfriend at the moment.

"Okay?" Danny had asked you quietly, taking a swig out of his beer. He stayed facing the fire, but his eyes trailed to you, his hand squeezing your neck lightly. You hadn't been paying attention to the conversation surrounding you, and he had noticed your distraction.

"Mhmm," you acquiesced, nodding. You were a little tipsy and a whole lot wanting, and decided you didn't want to play coy. You turned your gaze from the fire and let your eyes dance over his face, taking in his features, unable to help the way your eyes flitted to his lips. When you saw his tongue dart out to lick across his bottom lip, you spoke. "Wanna go inside?"

Danny barely suppressed his bark of laughter, turning to look at you incredulously. *What was it you said to me earlier? When you came out in this little sundress and I tried to get you to fool around with me before everyone got here-"

“…I don't remember."

Danny's hand had slipped from your neck to your lower back, his fingers sweeping beneath your loose, low back of your sundress and dancing along your spine. He leaned in a little closer to speak, and he had already been speaking quietly, but now he was whispering. “I believe it was something along the lines of ‘we’re the hosts, Daniel, we can't look frazzled and fucked out’-“

"Okay, fine, I remember," you cut him off, pushing his face away from your ear with your free hand. *I was hoping you didn't.”

"What changed your tune?" Danny had asked, and his hand was at your waist now, still beneath the fabric of your dress.

"You came back downstairs in these fucking shorts," you had said, and then made to stand up. You still weren't close enough, and you were ready to do something about it.

He had halted you in place with the hand on your side, though, stilling you, and you frowned, looking at him again.

"Where are you going, baby?" He had asked, voice still low enough that you were the only one who could hear him. Everyone else was listening to a story Josh was telling, Jake interjecting when he exaggerated too much and Sam laughing as Jake grew more and more annoyed.

"M'coming to sit with you," you said, and tried to stand up again.

"Mm-mm. You stay there," Danny murmured, stilling you again. He had pulled you a little further into him, then, and you went willingly. You rested your head on the outside of his shoulder, your hand still squeezing his thigh. He turned his head and pressed a kiss to your temple, and let his lips linger as he spoke again. "If I get you in my lap now, these guys are gonna get a show they didn't ask for."

A heady feeling washed over you, and you shifted slightly, kissing his shoulder, exposed because of the tank he's wearing, and you rested your chin atop it so you could look at your boyfriend again. You wanted to see his face for this next part. "I dunno, baby, I think Sammy might like a show. Or maybe he'd like to-“

Danny's jaw had clenched, his hand on your waist gripping a little harder, and you’d trailed off as you watched his nostrils flare with the sharp inhale he took in at your words, at the way the muscle in his jaw jumped. "Careful, honey," he warned, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth when he looked at you. "You sure you're ready for that? I'll go ask him right now."

It was something you'd talked about before, but you'd been too nervous to do anything about it yet. You bit your lip as you let your gaze wander to a few feet away, where Sammy was sitting in his own chair, engaged in whatever story was being told now. His hair was in a messy bun atop his head, a few strands that had fallen loose framing his face. He must have felt your eyes on him because he met your gaze, smiling and sending you a wink before returning back to the conversation.

"He'd say yes." Danny said, following your sight line. "He'd say yes to us, baby, do you wanna go ask him?"

Your eyes shot back to your boyfriend to find him already watching you again, and how had this turned around on you so quickly? You'd been trying to rile him up, and now here you were, heat pooling in between your legs and flushing across your cheeks.

You shook your head minutely, barely a movement, but Danny caught it and nodded, knew the unspoken not yet that hadn't quite made it to your lips. He leaned in and kissed your forehead, then beside your eye, and grasped the seat of your chair to slide you even closer than he'd gotten you the first time. You could lean against his side a little easier, now, the arm of the chair digging into your own side just enough to provide the distraction you seemed to need.

"Could've just let me in your lap," you muttered. "Didn't have to play dirty like that."

"You started it," Danny retorted. He dropped his voice low again, tilting his head to whisper into your ear. "And I told you- I can't have you in my lap right now. Not unless I'm buried inside you so deep-“

"Daniel," you cut him off, squeezing his leg. Your hand was high up on his thigh, and you tucked your fingertips under the hem of his shorts. "Unless you do actually want to give our guests a show tonight, I need you to either stop talking—now— or take me inside."

And then you sat back up a little, leaning against the back of your own chair. You were getting so turned on you'd probably have let him take you right there, in front of the boys and the rest of your company, if he'd decided that's what he wanted to do, so you needed to put some space between you before you did actually jump his bones. You'd mournfully removed your hand from his leg, as well. He didn't let you go far, though, shifting in his own chair to lean closer to you, taking his arm from around your middle and bringing his hand to grasp your thigh. It was easier for him, taller and longer limbed, and you succumbed to his touch, watching his long fingers as they squeezed your leg.

And that is where you had stayed, so turned on you were practically vibrating with the tension of it, until your guests had started to leave.

Sam had kissed you both goodnight, giving Danny a knowing smirk over the top of your head, and left through the house, promising to lock the door behind him. You’d waited until you heard his car start and back out of the drive before you were standing out of your seat.

Danny made to follow suit, but you stopped him with a hand on his chest, pushing him back into his chair and climbing into his lap. "You're the worst," you say, straddling his legs. You sit back a bit and look down in between you, rubbing your hands along the tops of his thighs until your fingertips brushed under the hem of the shorts. His hands are gripping your hips, his fingers flexing. “You come down in these, and you look like that, and you won't let me sit in your lap?"

He spreads his legs a little in response, looking up at you with a hint of a smirk, and you have to kiss him, unable to wait anymore. You're still mostly up on your knees, leaning over him, and you anchor yourself with a hand on his chest and one on the side of his neck, sliding your fingers into his hair and tilting his head back how you want him before closing the distance and capturing his lips with yours.

You take your time kissing him, now that you can do so without having to worry about getting carried away in front of guests. He’s warm under you, sun-kissed and flushed, and his kisses taste of the tequila soda you’d been sharing as everyone was heading out, of the lime he’d stolen from you and sucked the juice from with a wink.

You waste no time at all in getting his shorts unbuttoned and slipping your hand down the front of them, cupping Danny’s length over his boxers and smiling against his mouth when he pushes up into your grasp. He helps you, cants his hips up slightly so you can get the band of his boxers down just enough to be able to fully take him in hand.

"You are not getting naked out here," Danny says, succinct as he can be with you pressed all along his front, your arm wedged in between you and your hand still mostly down the front of his shorts. "Absolutely not."

"What happened to putting on a show?" You ask, canting your hips back just enough to be able to shift your angle, get a better grip around him. You nip at his jaw, kiss along the line of it until your lips are against his ear. *Wanna ride you. With the shorts on."

"The shorts really do it for you, huh?" Danny manages through a shaky breath when you twist your hand just right.

"No, baby, it's your fucking legs in them," you reply, and you grind down against him to prove your point. "Look so good.”

"Still not getting you naked out here." Danny responds, reaching up to cup your face in his hands and draw you to him, slanting his lips against yours. He distracts you with the kiss, licking into your mouth, threading the fingers of one hand back into your hair and holding your against him.

"Don't have to," you say against his mouth, in between kisses. "Lift up my dress."

Danny pulls back enough to look at you, raising an eyebrow in question. You withdraw your hand from the front of his shorts, waiting for him to play along.He narrows his eyes at you, and you know why- this particular dress looks so similar to one of the athleisure ones you have and love to wear, the kind with the shorts beneath. You know without a doubt that he thinks you're wearing that one.

After another second, though, he complies. He slides one hand under the hem of your dress and up the outside of your leg at the same time that he lifts the fabric draped across your legs and his lap, moving it just enough to see that you are not, in fact, wearing a dress with shorts under it. In fact, you're not wearing anything beneath.

"Jesus, baby, are you trying to kill me?" Danny asks, and the hand that had been traveling up the outside of your leg grips your hip. "You've been mine for the taking all night long and you're just telling me this now?"

He hasn't taken his eyes off of what's under your dress- or, rather, what isn't under your dress- until now, and his eyes flick up to meet yours, just long enough to see you shake your head before his eyes dip back below the hem of your dress.

“Took 'em off when I went inside a couple hours ago," you say.

He's captivated, is keeping the hem of your dress lifted just enough to be able to see beneath it as he trails his hand from your hip to in between your legs, turning his hand so it's palm up and rubbing two long fingers through your folds. You keen and rock into his hand, seeking his touch any way you can get it.

"Oh, fuck," Danny says as he feels how wet you are. He pulls his hand back, though, and you almost whine at the loss of his touch where you've wanted him most all night, but then he's gripping both of your hips and pulling you as close to him as possible. His hips rut up against you, the action almost involuntary, and the quick motion lists you forward. You catch yourself with your hands on his chest, fingers curling into the fabric of his tank top when he moves his hand back between your legs. "Baby, need to feel you-“

"Yes," you manage through a gasp, eyes fluttering shut as he slides a finger inside you. You bite down on your lower lip, tugging it between your teeth, and give in to the feeling of his finger moving so perfectly inside you.

"Want another?" He asks after a few moments pass, and you open your eyes to look at him- except he's looking down in between you, raising the hem of your dress with his free hand again. "Lemme see you."

You nod and manage a mhmm with your lip still caught between your teeth, and he looks up at you then. "Hey, no," he says, and uses the hand not currently inside you to reach up and grasp your face gently, bringing his thumb to your mouth and tugging your bottom lip free. "Wanna hear you."

"Can't get me naked outside but can let the neighbors hear me?" You ask, managing a modicum of sass until he pushes in a second finger alongside his first. "Oh, fuck-"

He's picked up the hem of your dress again to watch as he fingers you- he's always so obsessed with seeing you take him, be it fingers or his cock- and he's captivated for a moment, keeping a slow pace as he fucks you on his hand. "That's my girl,” he murmurs, and you don't know if it's in response to hearing you or how you're taking him prepping you. His eyes dart up to watch your face as his thumb finds your clit, applying the perfect amount of pressure and circling the sensitive bundle of nerves. "Feel good?"

"So good, Danny, honey," you say through a gasp, nodding your head. You reach up and smooth his hair back off of his face, fingers trembling a bit with how good he's making you feel. Your eyes flit to his lips. *Wanna kiss, can I have-"

Danny grins up at you and surges forward to capture your lips with his, wasting no time claiming your mouth with his tongue. His free hand finds the back of your neck, holding you to him, and he deepens the kiss at the same time he crooks his fingers inside you, chuckling into it when you tighten around him, breath catching. You're close to that precipice already, Danny's expert fingers bringing you closer and closer to the edge.

"Wait, wait, don't wanna come-" you say between kisses. Danny stills his hand immediately, but keeps kissing you, huffing out a laugh against your lips when your hips continue to rock against him. You slow your movements, bringing yourself back from the edge, and pull back from his kiss, pressing your forehead against his. "Need to- need you-“

*You have me." Danny murmurs, kissing your lips again. "Let me make you come, sweet girl, want to-"

"No, not yet," you say again, too caught up in his kiss to further explain yourself. Instead, you reach down between the two of you, palming across the front of his shorts. You had a goal in mind, tonight, and you weren't ready to abandon it yet. “Said I wanted to ride you, remember? It's all l've been thinking about, wanna come with you inside-"

Danny groans at your words, nodding and withdrawing his fingers, helping you make quick work of getting his shorts down enough that you can pull him free. His takes a shuddering breath when you wrap your hand around him, giving him a few strokes before pushing up on your knees and lining him up at your entrance.

"You really are trying to kill me tonight, huh?" He asks, looking up at you, and he grins when you wink at him. It's short lived, though, and he drops his head back against his chair with a groan when you start to sink down into him without any warning.

"Fuck, sweetheart," Danny grits out, jaw clenched. His hands are spanning your hips now, fingers digging in, and you can tell he's trying not to move his own hips as you work to accommodate his size. His throat is exposed with how he's leaning his head back, and you can't help but lean in and nip at his Adam's apple, soothing the spot with a kiss right after. You sink a little further down, thighs burning with the strain of going slow, and you feel Danny twitch against you, inside you- “How do you always feel so fucking good, Christ, it's like you were made for me-“

His words and the feeling of him inside you finally brings you back to the edge of your orgasm almost immediately. Danny must be able to feel it, knows your body and your tells almost better than you do, because he brings a hand back between you and starts rubbing over your clit just how you like. "Give me one, sweetheart." he murmurs. "M'inside you, now, let me have it-“

It really doesn't take more than that to get you there- you come with a cry of Danny's name, one hand on his shoulder and the other on top of his where it's gripping your hip.

"Oh, my God, baby, you feel so good, you're perfect," Danny talks you through it, rambling as you ride the wave of your first orgasm, even though he's gripping your hip so tight with his effort to stay still that you'll probably have bruises. He’ll see them in the morning and frown, will apologize and kiss them gently, and you’ll card your fingers through his curls and tell him- not for the first time- that you don’t mind it when he marks you up.

The pleasure of your orgasm allows you to finish taking him, sinking down until he's buried all the way inside you. He keeps his thumb on your clit, rubbing at it languidly, enough to draw out the pleasure without it being too much and watching your face for a cue that it's okay for him to move.

After a few more moments of you holding still, Danny chokes out a hoarse, "Honey, can I- need to-" and you nod, leaning in and pressing your face into the crook of his neck, kissing and nipping at the skin there as he takes control. He’s gripping your hip with one hand and has the other arm banded around your back, and he holds you to him as he plants his feet and starts to move his hips. It’s slow at first, still giving you time to recover, but the way he’s filling you, hitting that perfect spot inside with each languid thrust has your legs feeling like jello. After a few moments, you sit back up, attention back on your goal. You’re up on your knees enough that you can start meeting him thrust for thrust, lowering yourself when he cants his hips up and loving the way he groans when you start moving.

You meet Danny’s eyes, one hand on his shoulder, big and warm under your palm, and the other on the side of his neck. You slow your movement and he follows suit, eyes fluttering shut when you seat yourself fully on him and roll your hips, squeezing around him. His face is flushed, a delicious pink from the day’s sun and your night time activities spreading from his cheeks down his neck. The freckles dusting his nose are standing out more with each day of summer that passes. He’s moved down in the chair a bit, leaning his head against the back edge, and your eyes roam from his face to what part of his chest you can get a glimpse of, then to his waist and his hips. Where you’re joined is hidden by the hem of your dress again, and you look up to see Danny watching you.

“God, you’re gorgeous,” you say, unable to help yourself, and it earns you a grin.

”Look who’s talking. Come here,” Danny replies, and reaches up to cup the side of your neck and draw you to him for another kiss. It changes the angle, slightly, and you gasp into his mouth, clenching around him when he nips at your bottom lip.

That’s what does it for him, his hands coming down to settle at your hips and hold you tight and he starts moving faster, angling each thrust perfectly and stealing your breath.

“Gonna come again?” He asks you, his thumb back on your clit, and you nod, knowing he can feel that you’re getting close. “Cause I- fuck, I think I’ve hit my limit on how chill I can remain about this situation we’re in-“

You can’t help but laugh at your boyfriend, hot as sin and goofy as hell and everything you could ever want. “Coulda just fucked me earlier,” you remind him, unable to resist teasing him some more. “Maybe Sammy would’ve heard us and come to see if we needed a- a hand-“

You stutter on the last couple of words and trail off as Danny starts fucking you harder, turning his head to press a kiss to your wrist where it rests beside his head, your hand holding on to the back of the chair. He nips at the skin of the inside of your wrist before snaking his arm around your back and grasping your shoulder with his hand.

You can tell he’s close, and you are too, so you keep talking. “Gonna come, baby, I’m so close again already, want you to come with me-“

“Me too,“ he says, tugging you to him and biting at your neck, your shoulder, your collarbone. “Where-?”

“Inside, want it inside,” you answer immediately. You’re on protection, but he asks every time, and you love him even more for it. “Wanna feel you-“

Danny’s hips stutter and he groans as he comes, fucking up into you with abandon, and it draws you over the edge as well. You tuck your face into the crook of his neck and come with a cry of his name, shuddering around him as your orgasm drags you under.

He fucks you through it, slowing the movement of his fingers and his hips so he doesn’t overstimulate you. It’s only once you’ve both regained your breath that he speaks.

“Shit,” he says, and he kisses the corner of your mouth when you sit up. He drapes your dress back over you, making sure you’re covered. “Should have brought you inside first, it’s gonna be a mess when I pull out-“

You cut him off with a kiss of your own. “It’s fine, Dan,” you say, unable to help pressing another kiss to his lips. “Besides, you know I like it when I can feel you dripping down-“

“Oh my God,” Danny groans and covers your mouth with his hand, and you can’t help but giggle when you feel his dick twitch from where he’s still buried inside you. “You are trying to kill me.”

[st-danger]

Okay but do they make Dew piss please I must know.

A continuation for you! Part one linked above))

Hysteria rises, bubbling up and choking. He can hardly breathe; the sounds Rain and Swiss are pulling from are involuntary and uses up what little sips of air he's able to take.

He doesn't mean to- he never intentionally cries- but they've been too mean for too long and his lashes are damp. Wriggling, fighting, sobbing out pleas for mercy- all on deaf ears. Swiss reminds him once again he's asked for this.

And he has.

"Stop- stop, please, Rain-"

Swiss snuggles him then, holding just as tightly as before, but really nuzzling him. Affectionate, one might say.

"Oh sweetheart," Swiss smiles, the gesture bleeding into his tone, "we can tell when your no's mean yes."

"Oh no, oh stop, stop, I'm gonna- please, please," Dew wheezes, sounding flayed and raw.

Sometimes he surprises himself with the depth of his depravity, the depth of his masochism. He's having a truly terrible time, and he'll be ready to ask for the same treatment as soon as tomorrow, he's sure. A glutton for punishment; if only he didn't love it so much.

If only.

Rain focuses all his attention on his head, the frenulum and the hair on the back if Dew's neck prickles, a neat little rush of anticipatory dread.

"Cum or piss, up to you." Rain says it so calmly, so reasonably that Dew could see himself agreeing with it.

He cries out, shaking, protesting while Swiss murmurs encouragement into his ear. Gives the lobe and his neck a wet, sloppy kiss- not and easy feat with the amount of struggling Dew is doing.

He's so tired. Swiss is too strong and he is so tired and he is getting absolutely nowhere at all.

He mewls and goes riged when he feels the familiar lack of control, a rush of heat and-

A spurt of piss he can't tense enough to hold in, and Rain gives him one more vicious polish and withdraws his hands.

He fights it for a moment more, thighs tensing, the muscles jumping, but too little too late. He loses the fight, and an arc of piss shoots out, messy everywhere without a hand to aim it.

The reaction from Swiss and Rain is immediate and richly approving, and the relief he feels, the nasty, sick pleasure he derives from letting them see something so private, making a mess- it's equaled only by the flare of shame that burns in his chest and on his face.

He's whimpering, too tired to struggle, too defeated. Swiss is so hot and hard against his back, and Rain-

Rain is reaching for his cock once more. Dew can't even find it in himself to flinch, but does manage to watch him aim his cock towards him, so Drw can spray all over Rain’s stomach and thighs.

"Fuckin ' filthy," Swiss moans. Rain closes his eyes, luxuriating in the warmth and Dew gives a pathetic little hiccough once more. "That's so good. Get him all wet," Swiss continues, and the satisfaction and sickness wash over him as wonderfully as ever.

[vanfleeter]

Show Me (2) // DRW

Characters: Danny x Fem!reader Warnings: Where do I begin? 18+ no exceptions. Sex, penetrative sex, cock riding, use of a vibrator, mentions of using other toys, mentions of anal (m!receiving), fingering. Let me know if I missed anything, because I probably did.

@gvfpal I hope I did better than the first part.

You whimper at the feeling of Danny removing his fingers from inside of you. “Don’t fret beautiful.” He says as he crawls off the bed. You watch him as he walks over to the dresser, his cock practically begging for some relief but he won’t give it to himself until he gives you the pleasure first.

He opens the top of his dresser and pulls out a box. You recognize the purple color because it’s the one he was adamant about keeping a secret from you. He said it was something for you but wouldn’t allude to any hints of what it could be. Though considering the situation you’re in at the moment gives ways to ideas of what it could possibly be.

Opening the box, he pulls out a long silicone dildo. “Vibrator.” He corrects you as he crawls back onto the bed.

“So basic.”

He chuckles. “I told you I’d start you out slow, didn’t I?”

—

Yes, he did tell you that weeks ago when you kept asking him what he had in mind. You had done your own research on what toys were out there and fantasized about which one is his favorite to use. He nearly choked on his coffee one day when you asked if he ever used a pocket pussy.

“What the fuck is that?” He says. “A travel size pussy?”

“I guess so. A male equivalent to a vibrator.”

“Fuck, babe. How did you even find that?”

“I may have done a little searching.” You say as you climb onto the counter.

“You, my dear, are going to be the death of me.”

You shrug your shoulders. “You made the mistake of saying you’d show me things.. So I thought I’d get acquainted with what some of them might be.”

“And suddenly a pocket pussy is what you wanted to ask me about?”

You nod your head. “Wanted to know if it felt at all similar to a real one.”

“It is nowhere near being similar to a real one.”

Your eyebrows raised as your curiosity peaked. “So you have used one.”

He shoves his finger in your face. “One time and I never used it after.”

“Do you still have it?”

He shakes his head. “Wasn’t mine to begin with.” He says before taking a drink of coffee.

“No?”

“Uh uh..” He says. “Jake’s..” Your jaw falls open and he chuckles. “Don’t be so surprised. The man can’t last long not being able to fuck his girlfriend while we’re on tour. I mean, have you seen him on stage?”

“Oh well-”

“Don’t answer that.” He says pointing his finger at you again. Your interest peaks as you think about him desperate and needy and seeking refuge inside of a plastic toy. “Only once did I use it.”

“Did it feel good?”

He peers at you over the rim of his coffee mug. “Why do you want to know?”

“Because I want to know who’s better. Mine or the pocket pussy.”

“Are you jealous of a toy that I used once?” He asks as he sets his coffee down on the counter.

“I am not jealous of a plastic toy,” You say, placing your hand on your chest and shaking your head. “I am curious.”

“Mmhmm, right..” He says as he slides in between your legs. He was still in his boxers whilst you were only clad in an oversized t-shirt that revealed a lot more to him as he spread your legs apart. “You need to stop exploring and fantasizing about me using a vibrator.”

“Have you used anything other than Jake’s pocket pussy to get yourself off?”

“Well..” He says chewing on the inside of his cheek.

“Daniel Robert Wagner.. Have you..” He sheepishly nodded his head. “Oh my god..”

“I was drunk and curious.”

“Daniel..” You playfully hit his chest. “You naughty boy.” You say before wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him close to you. “Would you use one on me?” You felt his clothed cock twitch against your naked center. “Oh, you would.”

“It’s the most basic toy out there.” He says. “Plus I want to start you out slow and teach you how to use it on yourself when I’m gone and you’re the desperate one.”

“Want to show me now?” You says before kissing him. Biting into his lower lip, he groans and digs his fingers into your waist.

“I don’t have one here.” He says after your release his lip.

“I didn’t mean a vibrator.” You says as you unwrap your arms around his neck and move your hands down to his boxers. You slip your hands beneath the waistband and softly grip his length.

Pulling your hands from his boxers, he places them on the counter before freeing himself. He pushes your shirt up to your waist and pulls you to the edge of the counter. He lines himself up with your entrance before slowly pushing himself inside of you. He moans and rests his head on you shoulder as he allows you time to adjust to the stretch from his cock. Once he feels you relaxing, he pulls back out then pushes back in.

He fucks into you at a steady pace, his hands spread out on your back as he keep you upright. Suddenly you feel him pull out of you before picking you up off the counter and carrying you over to the couch. He sits down with you straddling his waist.

“Ride me..” He says. “You’re so beautiful when you do.” You lift yourself up on your knees and line yourself up with his dick before sinking down onto it. He hums and lays his head back against the couch. “Oh yeah.. You feel so good.”

You begin lifting yourself and falling back down, creating that friction and pleasureful sensation again. “Do you.. Fuck.. Do you have to show me how to use a vibrator?” You say. “I like yours so much better.”

He scoffs. “Yes, I do.” He brings his hand down between you two and rubs circles into your clit. Your head falls backwards as a moan falls from your mouth. “Gotta learn how to use it for when I’m not here…” He groans and lets his head fall back again. “Unless.. You think–oh fuck, I’m close–You think you can survive… Oh.. Without me…”

You can feel him twitch and pulse inside of you on the verge of releasing. The hair on his thighs combined with his finger rubbing circles into your clit is enough to bring you to your own. Both of you hit your climax, you coating him while he spills inside of you. You fall forward against his chest, both of you breathing heavily.

“Think you could survive without me?” He questions as he runs his fingers through your hair. You shake your head and he laughs. “I thought so..”

You pick up your head. “So if I have to use the vibrator to get off while you’re away, does that mean you’ll have to use the pocket pussy again?”

“If I get my own.” He says shrugging his shoulders. “It just doesn’t really cut it.”

“Mmm, so I am better.”

He rolls his eyes. “Yes baby, you are better.”

—

Climbing in between your legs, he switches the vibrator on and gently ghosts it over your center. The soft touch of the vibrations forces your body to jolt. “I’ve barely touched you..” He chuckles. “And I thought I was better.”

“Shut up Danny.” You seethe, gripping at the sheets as he nudges the tip of the plastic penis through your entrance. “Oh Danny..” You moan.

“Never have a been so jealous of a plastic penis.” He laughs. “Feels good, doesn’t it?”

You force your eyes open to look at him. He’s on his knees between your legs and gently guiding the toy further into you. “You would know, wouldn’t you?” You tease, letting a smirk cover your face.

His shoulders shake as he laughs. “You won’t ever let me leave that down, will you?”

“Never..”

He hums and nods his head. “Okay, fair enough.” He says before shoving the vibrator full inside of you. By now you could feel the vibrations at every inch of your body. Your knuckles are so white from gripping the sheets to tightly. The sensation soon becomes unbearable as he starts a pace of pulling out and pushing it back in. “Now how do you feel? Feel like cumming?”

You eagerly nod your head. “Danny, please..”

“Gonna keep poking fun at me?”

You shake your head, your back arching as the impending orgasm creeps closer. “Danny!” You cry out.

He pumps the vibrator inside of you a few times before pulling it out and quickly replacing it with himself. You can still feel the lingering vibrations as he thrusts deep inside of you. You can’t hear him praising you while you ride out your orgasm. His words completely washed out by the blood rushing to your head. You feel his hand, completely flatten and spread out along your chest, slowly slide down between your breasts and stops right on top of your pelvis area.

“That’s my girl,” You finally hear his voice. “I fill you up so nicely.” He grabs one of your hands and places where his was, his hand resting on top. “Do you feel that?” He says as he presses your hand down. “Feel me so deep.”

“Danny..” You moan.

“Mmm, you like the feel of that, don’t you?” He says. “Already onto your second orgasm when I haven’t reached my first..” He leans down to kiss you, never ceasing his movements. “Give it to me baby..” He says, keeping your hand firmly pressed to your pelvis. “There you are.” He breathes as the second wave crashes over you.

As you slowly come down from your orgasm, you feel him releasing inside of you as he reaches his. His body stiffens and he cries out your name and collapses onto your chest. He releases your hand and you pull it up to rest inside of his curls. Once his breathing slows, he lifts his head to look at you.

“Yeah.. I think you’ll be just fine without me while I’m away.” He smiles and places a kiss to your chest. “You did so good.”

“So next time, I get to use it on you.”

You feel his hand collide with the side of your ass. “I’ll think about it.”

[theres-a-tvjoe]

as long as stars are above you - drw x sfk

Hi hi hi I’m back with another sanny fic because I can’t stop myself 🫡

Set in the same universe as ‘nice guys throw punches’ and just unmitigated, completely indulgent fluff.

Tags: proposal (!!), engagement, conspiring siblings, family fluff, softest boys in the world

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“Okay, I’m just pulling up to the house to pick up Sam,” Josie whispers into the phone, not waiting for Danny to even say hello. She has one hand on the steering wheel of her car as she pulls up out front of the Kiszka family home, peering out the window to make sure Sam isn’t waiting outside.

“Why are you whispering?” Danny whispers back, sitting in his own car a block away where he won’t be spotted. “They can’t hear you.”

“Shut it, asshole,” Josie rolls her eyes, knowing Danny will be able to hear that even over the phone. “Which one of us is taking this plan seriously?”

Danny snorts. “I really doubt anyone is taking this plan more seriously than I am, considering it was my idea and I’m about to walk myself into the proverbial lion’s den.”

“A lion’s den you’ve had your own key for since you were like, 15. I’d hardly classify your second family’s home as a lion's den.”

“You know what I mean,” Danny nearly whines, sighing. “I’m nervous, Jo.”

Josie sighs fondly, sitting back against the driver’s seat as she puts the car in park.

“I know you are,” she says gently. “But Dan, they adore you. You’ve been a fixture in the Kiszka family for over a decade - well before you and Sam ever started dating. And now you’ve been together, what? Five years?”

“Six,” Danny provides, heart fluttering.

“Right,” Josie says. “So this isn’t going to be a surprise to them. They’re going to be thrilled and they’re going to be so touched that you wanted to do this.”

Danny exhales, nodding even though he knows Josie can’t see him.

“I just -,” he swallows. “Yeah. You’re right. Thanks, Jo. And thanks for helping.”

“You’re my big brother, Danny,” Josie says, her smile obvious through the phone. “And Sam is one of my favourite people - it’s not like it’s a hardship to hang out with him, even if I have to pretend it’s for a super secret early birthday present for you.”

“You better get me something good,” Danny says, smiling.

“Oh yeah, don’t worry,” she quips. “I already pre-ordered your big pile of nothing, just have to go pick it up -”

Danny hears a door close in the background of the call, and his heart kicks in his chest.

“Oh shit, he’s coming out,” Josie whispers. “You’ve got two hours - go ask for your blessing! Love you, bye!”

Danny doesn’t even get a word in before she’s hung up. He blows out a breath, starting his car and waiting until he’s sure Sam and Josie are gone before driving up to the Kiszka family home. A break from touring and Christmas coming up means everyone is home under one roof.

Danny gets out of the car, wiping his hands on his pants and taking a steadying breath. Here goes nothing.

-

Danny knocks twice on the door before opening it, just as he’s done since he first met the Kiszka family. It’s so instinctual even though Karen constantly reminds him he doesn’t need to worry, that he’s welcome any time.

“Knock knock,” he calls out, praying his voice doesn’t betray how nervous he is. He can hear sounds coming from the living room, the odd twang of a guitar amidst lively conversation.

Karen’s head pokes around the corner and she smiles widely, immediately coming forward with arms open for a hug.

“Hi honey!” she says, pulling Danny down for a hug. “I didn’t think we’d see you today - Sammy just left.”

“I know,” Danny says, hugging Karen tightly. She’s always been so kind to him, welcoming him with open arms as a gangly teenager and never letting him go. “I actually came to see you all, if that’s okay.”

She presses a firm kiss to his cheek, patting the other one with a gentle hand.

“Of course it is, Daniel, you know that,” she gently admonishes him. She brushes a few errant snowflakes from his shoulders before leading him to the living room. “Come sit, we just made coffee.”

Everyone is seated comfortably in various spots, Jake reclined on the floor with his back against the couch, guitar in hand. Josh is folded like a pretzel in the arm chair, an obscenely large mug in one hand and a book of Mad Libs in the other (concerning, Danny thinks, because the last thing Josh Kiszka needs is a structured game for fart jokes, but he’ll worry about it later). Ronnie is sitting on the other side of the coffee table on the floor, working diligently at untangling a gnarled rope of twinkling lights.

“Hey kiddo,” Kelly says, smiling from where he’s seated on the couch. “Didn’t think we’d see you today - you want a coffee? Come sit.”

“I uh,” Danny clears his throat, wiping his palms on his pants again. God, why is he so sweaty all of a sudden? It’s snowing outside, for fuck’s sake. He’s wearing one of his favourite sweaters (re: one Karen bought him a few Christmases ago that’s covered in little knitted pine trees) and a nicer pair of pants, but he suddenly feels underdressed. “I came to talk to you guys, actually. All of you, if that’s okay.”

It seems to get their collective attention, Karen sitting with a worried expression next to Kelly and Jake setting his guitar down.

“Is everything okay?” Ronnie asks, hands stilling on the tangled lights.

“Yeah, yep,” Danny says, cracking his knuckles nervously. “It’s not - it’s good, not bad. I hope.”

“Sweetheart, why don’t you sit down?” Karen says gently, gesturing to the empty loveseat across from them all.

Danny nods, sitting.

He stands back up almost immediately, too nervous to sit still. He shifts on his feet, swallowing.

“Okay,” he says, more to himself than to the family sitting in front of him. Josh is giving him a worried look, and Jake’s gaze is steady but gentle. “Okay, yeah. So. Alright. Um.”

“Danny,” Josh says, shifting a little to sit forward. “It’s just us. What’s going on?”

Danny looks at them all, taking in the kindness and concern so evident on all of their faces. Faces he’s known for most of his life now. Faces he loves. Faces that are so reflective of the one he loves most in the world.

He nods, blowing out a breath. He makes himself sit down, resting his elbows on his knees and threading his hands together just so they’re occupied.

“You’ve all known me since I was so young,” he starts, praying his voice won’t break. “And you’ve never been anything but welcoming and kind. You gave me a second home like it was no big deal, fed me, cared for me, treated me like I was one of your own.”

Karen takes Kelly’s hand, squeezing it like she’s anticipating something.

“I want to thank you for that,” Danny says, looking at them. He’s doing his best to keep it together, but it’s getting harder by the second. “All of you. It means more to me than I could ever say, and I’m so grateful for each of you and the room you made for me in your lives. It’s a privilege that I don’t take for granted, and I want you to know that.”

“Of course we know that, Danny,” Kelly says, smiling softly. “We love you, kid.”

Danny nods, swallowing. He can feel tears burning behind his eyes, but resolutely keeps them at bay.

“I love you too, so much,” he says, and his voice wobbles a little. He clears his throat. “The respect I have for each of you and for this family is - I can’t even really put it into words. Your opinions and perspectives carry so much weight for me, and I know they do for Sam as well. You’re his world, you know? This family is everything to him, and he’s everything to me.”

“Danny -” Karen says gently, like she’s worried he’s about to fall to pieces.

He gives her a reassuring smile, laughing a little. “Sorry, I know this is kind of weird,” he says. “But I’m almost there, I swear. I just have to say this. It’s important.”

Karen nods, squeezing Kelly’s hand and giving Danny an encouraging nod. Josh, Jake, and Ronnie are still watching Danny carefully.

“I got Josie to take Sam out this morning because I wanted to do this just us,” he explains. He sits up a little, heart pounding. “To have this moment, this conversation. And - well, I guess it’s not really asking for your blessing because we all know that Sam is going to do whatever he wants regardless of what anyone says, but -”

Karen gasps, pressing her hand to her mouth.

Danny smiles, letting out a shuddering breath as he nods. He digs out a little box from his pocket, holding it in his hand.

“I’m going to ask Sam to marry me,” he says, and the words feel like a song. Like the perfect progression of chords, like a rhythm that never ends. He can’t help the nervous laugh that follows, because he just dropped his heart onto the coffee table and has to hope for the best. “And I wanted you all to know first, so that we could talk if, you know, if there was anything you were worried about.”

There’s a moment of silence, certainly no more than a few seconds, that feels like an eternity. And then it’s suddenly broken by a sound, a half hiccuped laugh punctuated by a sniffle.

It’s Jake. His chin is wobbling and there are tears filling his eyes faster than they can roll down his cheeks and he’s smiling.

“Oh, Jakey,” Josh sighs fondly with his own eyes shining, immediately getting out of the armchair to join his twin on the floor. He wraps his arm around his shoulders, tugging him close.

“Jake,” Danny breathes, his own eyes burning. He sits forward, half out of his seat. “Are you - hey, it’s okay -”

Jake shakes his head, still smiling while wiping roughly at his eyes.

“No, it’s - these are happy tears, I swear,” he croaks, voice breaking and choked with tears. “Jesus, Danny. You’ve been our brother for so long, and now it’ll be official.”

“If you’ll have me,” Danny manages to say, tears finally spilling over as he looks at them all. “If Sam will have me.”

That seems to set everyone into motion, all of them getting up and tugging Danny into a massive hug. They’re all crying, happy tears and excited laughter bubbling from the tangle of limbs they’ve made.

“Oh, this is just so special,” Karen sniffs, finally letting Danny go and wiping her eyes. “My first son-in-law!”

“Wait wait,” Ronnie says, holding her hand out. “You had a ring box. Show us!”

“Jake just stopped crying,” Danny teases, earning a whack from the younger twin. He opens the little black box, revealing the gold and black band inside. Golden letters shimmer through the silken black enamel:

ALWAYS

“You’re setting the bar way too high,” Ronnie sniffles, taking the ring out and looking at it. “He’s going to love it. God, he’s going to freak.”

“When are you going to do it?” Josh asks, taking his turn with the ring.

“Well, I was thinking tonight,” Danny says, grinning. “We’ve got a few days before Christmas, so we can celebrate and still leave room for actual Christmas stuff.”

“And then it’s your birthday,” Jake points out.

“Yeah, but that’s whatever,” Danny waves it away. Jake rolls his eyes in disagreement.

“There's supposed to be really nice snowfall tonight,” Danny continues. “So I think we’ll go for a walk. I’ll bring something warm to drink and tell Sam to bring his camera and then,” he wiggles the ring box.

Karen claps her hands together, looking at Kelly. “We can have everyone over tonight,” she says excitedly. “Danny, your family knows, right?”

Danny laughs, her excitement endearing. “They know, yeah.”

“Okay, oh my god,” she says, half spinning on the spot looking for her phone. “Kelly, call Dan and Lori, tell them we’re coming over. We can get everything ready there and then bring it back here so Sam doesn’t suspect anything. We’ll get champagne and snacks and when the boys get back we can surprise Sam and celebrate!”

“Mama,” Josh laughs, reaching out and grabbing her shoulders. “Maybe check with Danny and see if that’s something he wants as part of the night.”

Karen immediately presses her hand to her mouth, turning and grabbing Danny’s hands.

“Oh, of course,” she says. “I’m so sorry, honey! I’m just excited. But whatever you want, if you want the night to yourselves -”

Danny shakes his head, pulling her in for a hug.

“That all sounds amazing,” he insists. “Having everyone together would be perfect.”

Karen claps, nearly jumping up and down on the spot. She turns, looking at her family.

“Alright, Kiszkas. We have work to do!”

-

By the time Danny manages to wrangle Sam out of the house for an evening walk, the sun is beginning to set. They’d enjoyed dinner just the two of them, the house conveniently empty.

“Alright, I’ll admit it,” Sam says, looking through the lens of his camera. “You were right. The light is really nice - god damned winter golden hour shit.”

Danny whistles. “Wow, I might have to write that down. You admitted I was right about something.”

“I’m known for my benevolence.”

“Uh huh,” Danny laughs, holding out a hand for Sam to take. It’s cold, but not so cold that it’s miserable to be outside. They’re bundled up, noses turning pink and breath visible, but the way the setting sun reflects off the snow makes it all worth it.

“Let’s go this way,” Danny says, leading Sam down the path to the nearby park. “Josie was telling me they strung up a bunch of twinkling lights over the bridge.”

“Sounds like you’re trying to put the moves on me, Wagner,” Sam wiggles his eyebrows. “Are you trying to romance me? Woo me? I’m a tough sell, you know.”

Danny snorts. “Oh believe me, I know. You make me work for it.”

“Yeah, but worth the effort,” Sam grins, swinging their hands. They talk about everything and nothing, Sam artfully dodging questions about what he did during the day, thinking he’s keeping a birthday surprise for Danny a secret.

It’s incredibly endearing, and it eases the nerves fluttering in Danny’s stomach.

“Oh wow, that’s pretty,” Sam says, taking his hand back from Danny to snap a photo of the snow dusted park bridge. It’s small, arching pleasantly over a now frozen pond, and twinkling golden lights are strung from the trees on either side and through the railings.

“Here,” Danny says, holding his hand out for the camera. “Go stand on the bridge, I want to take a picture of you.”

“You have a million pictures of me,” Sam says, but hands it over as he walks onto the bridge, standing in the middle.

“Yeah, but this one is special,” Danny murmurs, holding the camera up to his eye. Sam is smiling widely, the glowing sun behind Danny lighting him just enough to paint him gold.

Once he takes it, he moves to join Sam on the bridge, thankful they have the park to themselves in the quiet evening.

“C’mere,” he says, pulling Sam close and pressing their cheeks together. He holds the camera out, hoping it’s at least a little in focus as he takes the selfie.

“That’s what front facing phone cameras are for, grandpa,” Sam teases, still smiling.

“Yeah, yeah,” Danny says. He swallows, heart beating a million miles a minute. “Hey, do me a favour?”

“Nope,” Sam says immediately, popping the p as he starts fiddling with his lens cap.

Danny rolls his eyes, because of course.

“Just -,” he grabs Sam by the shoulders, turning him to face the opposite way, his back to Danny.

“Don’t manhandle me, Daniel -“

“I have a surprise for you, you brat,” Danny laughs. “Shut up and let me do it.”

Sam makes a delighted noise. “Well in that case, carry on.”

“Thanks,” Danny says drily.

The sun is below the horizon now, stars just starting to twinkle overhead. The lights in the trees and on the bridge are casting everything in the golden glow and - just as Danny takes a deep breath - big, fluffy snowflakes start to fall.

He takes the ring box out of his jacket pocket, and lowers himself to one knee. He doesn’t feel the cold - every bone in his body, every nerve ending, every cell, every bit of stardust he’s made of is focused solely on Sam.

“Okay,” Danny says, thankful his voice comes out steady as he opens the box. “You can turn around now.”

Sam turns around, and it takes him a split second to realize Danny isn’t standing. His hands come up to his heart so fast that it almost looks like it hurts.

“Are you fucking serious,” he blurts.

Danny laughs, head thrown back. It’s the most Sam reaction he could’ve hoped for.

“Yeah, Sammy,” Danny says softly, smiling up at him. He can feel the tears in his eyes, but he couldn’t care less. “I’m serious. You have to let me say what I want to say, alright?”

For once - ever, maybe - Sam says nothing, simply nodding, hands over his heart like he’s trying to keep it in his chest.

“Shit,” Danny laughs, wiping at his eyes. “Was really hoping I’d keep it together.”

“You’re doing great,” Sam nearly whispers, the tremble in his voice so painfully sweet that it brings fresh tears to Danny’s eyes.

Danny takes a steadying breath, looking up at Sam.

“Sam,” he starts, no longer fighting the emotion in his voice. “You’ve been my best friend for what feels like my whole life, and if I’m honest, I think I’ve loved you for just as long. You push me, you challenge me, you comfort me, and you understand me like no one else in the world. Every day that I wake up next to you feels like I’ve won the fucking lottery.”

“Even when I steal the blankets?” Sam asks, tears running unchecked down his cheeks.

“Yeah,” Danny laughs, sniffling. “Even when you steal the blankets. Sometimes I think about what life would be like if we hadn’t found each other, if fate or the universe or god or whatever hadn’t brought us together. And… I can’t see it. Not because it’s too painful to imagine, but because I know that there’s no world, no universe, no reality where there’s a me without you. There’s no existence where there’s a Daniel Wagner without a Samuel Kiszka to follow anywhere and everywhere. And -“

He has to take a second to wipe his eyes and take a breath, voice breaking.

“And that makes me feel like I could take on the world, Sam,” he whispers. “It makes me feel unstoppable. Knowing I have you next to me, in my corner and by my side, it makes me feel like there’s nothing I couldn’t do.”

He reaches out and tugs one of Sam’s hands down, pressing his lips to the cold skin of his knuckles.

“You make me so fucking happy, Sam,” he says. “And if you’ll let me, I want to spend the rest of my life doing everything I can to make you feel the same way. Will you marry me?”

There's a long moment of silence, and then before Danny even registers that the other man has moved, his back is hitting the snow and he has his arms full of Sam Kiszka.

“Yes!” Sam cries, the sound muffled by Danny’s hair and jacket and probably a mouthful of snow. He’s pressing furious kisses to Danny’s neck, then his jaw, and then all over his face, each punctuated by another ‘yes!’.

Sam sits up, straddling Danny’s lap, hair flying wild and snowflakes kissing his eyelashes.

“I’m making Daniel Wagner my husband!” He whoops, so loud that Danny can’t help but laugh. He rests his hands on Sam’s thighs, content to stare up at him for as long as he can.

Sam looks like an angel, cheeks flushed with cold and lashes still damp with joyous tears. Danny takes Sam’s left hand, setting the ring box on his own chest to pull the gold band out.

“There,” he says, sliding the band onto Sam’s ring finger. “Official.”

Sam lifts his hand, looking at the band. His smile is radiant, eyes shining.

“Always,” he reads aloud. He leans down, holding Danny’s jaw with his left hand as he brushes their noses together. “Promise?”

Danny smiles. “Promise.”

-

“Shh, they’re coming!” Ronnie hisses, nearly skidding on the floor as she runs to hide behind the couch.

All the lights are out in the Kiszka home, everyone tucked behind various pieces of furniture to conceal themselves from view. Strung over the fireplace is a massive banner, lovingly but hastily painted with hearts and ‘CONGRATULATIONS DANNY AND SAM’.

“Man, this will be awkward if Sam said no,” Josie remarks, yelping when Lori pinches her side in reprimand.

The sound of a key turning in the lock makes everyone quiet down, the door opening.

Sam is tapping his boots against the hallway mat, shaking off the snow. “Daniel, if we still have the house to ourselves then I’m about to give you the ride of your life -“

Danny’s eyes go wide, cheeks flushing. He knows everyone is within earshot. “Sam -“

“SURPRISE!”

The lights turn on and everyone pops up from behind couches and bookshelves. Sam nearly jumps out of his skin, screaming and instinctively grabbing for Danny.

“Thank god we interrupted that sentence,” Josh quips, blowing into a paper party horn. Danny looks up at the ceiling, shaking his head with a grin.

“Well?!” Karen asks, bouncing on the spot.

Sam doesn’t move for a long moment, face impressively passive.

Danny pinches him and Sam breaks into a wide grin, holding up his hand. The gold band is there, a perfect fit.

“We’re engaged!” He hollers, immediately kicking off his shoes and jumping into the chaos of family, everyone shouting in excitement and piling in for hugs.

Danny grins, taking off his jacket and shoes, letting himself savour the view for just a moment before joining the fray.

“I like the banner,” he says once he’s exchanged hugs and kisses with everyone, putting his arm around Sam. Around his fiancé.

“Let’s just say there was a battle of wills to end up where we are now,” Dan says, giving his son a rueful smile.

“I maintain ‘same penis forever’ is a great engagement banner,” Josh says, somehow now in possession of a paper party hat that says ‘bridesmaid’ on it.

“It is,” Jake agrees.

“Alright,” Karen claps her hands, ignoring the twins. “Time for a toast!”

Kelly pops a bottle of champagne, filling glasses as everyone passes them around. There’s music playing in the background, the fireplace lit, the Christmas tree twinkling in the corner. Danny’s pretty sure he’s never been happier in his life.

He pulls Sam close, pressing a kiss to his forehead.

“We’ve all been family for so long,” Dan says, holding up his glass. “But it feels like magic to welcome you officially into the family tonight, Sam. We couldn’t ask for anything more in a son in law, and couldn’t ask for anyone better for Danny. We love you.”

Danny presses his face into Sam’s hair, trying to keep more tears at bay, but it’s useless. He’s too happy, too fucking grateful for this moment.

“Thank you, Dan,” Sam says, eyes shining.

“And to our gentle giant,” Kelly says, raising his glass. “Danny, it’s our honour to officially welcome you to our family. You’ve been a brother to Jake and Josh since you were just a kid, but to Sam you were always more - his lighthouse, his rock. You make each other better, and we are so proud of you both.”

“To Sam and Danny,” Jake calls, lifting his glass.

“To Sam and Danny!”

The clink of glasses sounds like ringing bells as Danny leans down to kiss Sam properly, smiling against his lips.

“To us,” he whispers.

“Hell yeah,” Sam grins. “Always, baby.”

[wilburworkshop]

I SWEAR IM ALIVE I SWEAR-

Ik I haven't been posting and stuff but istg I'm still alive-

I just haven't been able to post that much due to motivation and school lately. I've made a new au that is- still in the works as we go along BUTTTT here!

I present: Down Right Wrong!

DRW is about Tom Rivers moving into a small town in England after his apartment recently blew up (I'm not kidding-). He ends up moving in with an old friend that he hasn't seen in years, Edd Golden. What he didn't expect, however, was the two roommates that Edd didn't mention before (Classic Edd/j). However, something about this town and its people feels..wrong. But Tom had already digged his grave once he had moved in. And he'll soon realize his mistake pretty soon..

(And yes, this takes in somewhat 2000s-)

[ribbonflies]

Hey what do y’all do when your brain starts getting upset you’ve been listening to the same things over and over to focus (because i can’t work without listening to something familiar, or else i stop focusing), but you can’t listen to anything completely brand new or else you won’t focus on anything but the new thing until you’ve either memorized it or its burned into your head to the point of becoming background sound

[meetingthestarcatcher]

Deep Brown Eyes - DRW

this turned out a little more angsty than I anticipated but I promise there is fluff lol love you and thank you for reading! :)

word count: 3656

Bestfriends; A word that would usually hold comfort and fill you with feelings of warmth and happiness had quickly grown to haunt you. Everytime someone brought up your friendship with Danny, you were reminded of everything you didn't have that you so desperately wanted. You and Danny had known each other since before either of you could walk. Your parents were all exceptionally close so, in turn, you and Danny were brought to the same fate.

You’re not sure exactly when it had happened but at some point throughout your life, your strictly platonic feelings for Danny grew into ones of devotion and admiration. To put it simply, you were hopelessly in love with your bestfriend. You knew it was wrong, and you also knew nothing would ever come from it. You would never find the bravery to profess your feelings and someone like Danny would never reciprocate. He was just everything you weren’t; Talented, intelligent, amiable, and strikingly beautiful. He was everything you wanted and more.

Your thoughts are interrupted by the sound of your phone vibrating beside you on your bed. Seeing Danny’s name on your screen made your heart race slightly, as it usually did, however that was quickly curbed when you read what he sent you.

Danny (3:17PM): the boys wanna go out tonight, will you please come?

You huffed slightly at the message, really not wanting to spend another night as a babysitter for the Kiszka brothers. As much as you loved them, they were nearly intolerable when they drank too much which pretty much happened every time you were with them. Although you had to hand it to them, they definitely knew how to have a good time. You were slightly envious of the fact that they seemed to be able to let go so easily and just have fun.

Regardless of your reluctance, you knew you would endure it just for the sake of spending more time with Danny.

You (3:18PM): yeah i’ll be there. what time?

Danny (3:18PM): i owe ya peach. i’ll pick you up at 7. love youuu

As you read his response, you felt your face grow hot. Danny had given you the nickname ‘peach’ a long time ago. It wasn’t until a few years ago that you had finally asked why he called you that. His response being, “You’re as sweet as a peach. It seems fitting, don’t you think? Plus, when you blush your face gets colored like one. It’s cute.” You, of course, immediately blushed when he said it and Danny being Danny had to point it out. Ever since then, the nickname had your heart fluttering in your chest.

Taking note of the time, you knew that you had a while to get ready so you decided to lay in bed for a bit. You found yourself daydreaming of another life and how different things might be if you had the nerve to tell Danny the truth about how you felt. You imagined getting to wake up next to him everyday and hearing his raspy morning voice, the way it would feel to have him hold you close to him, how his soft lips would feel caressing your own. 

You felt a pang in your chest as you let yourself get lost in your thoughts. It hurt to know that something you so desperately wanted would never be yours. Danny would never reciprocate your feelings, you were almost positive about that. Even if he did, you worried about crossing the line of friendship with him. He was your everything, and you’d much rather have him in your life as nothing more than a friend than to potentially lose him because of your love for him. 

Even though you’d had these feelings for Danny for a while, lately it had become a lot harder to hide. You were constantly catching yourself staring at him for extended periods of time, admiring his god-like features. When you heard the melody of his laugh ringing in your ears, your heart would flutter and you could practically feel yourself melt into a puddle. Unfortunately for you, you weren’t as subtle as you hoped. Josh, being the observant one of the group, quickly caught on to the meaning behind your stare and the heart shapes in your eyes whenever you were around Danny.

The two of you have had countless conversations about it and he didn’t understand why you wouldn’t just tell Danny how you felt. He insisted that Danny had similar feelings for you but you knew better than to believe that. Sure, there were instances here and there that had you questioning if his feelings for you were strictly platonic but you would be reminded they weren’t anything more when he called you his bestfriend or said you were like a sister to him. 

Ridding yourself of your thoughts, you decided to distract yourself by getting ready for your night out. You hopped in the shower and took your time with your routine, exfoliating all over and making sure to shave everything you needed to. You spent extra time on your hair, treating yourself with a conditioning mask so it would look extra soft and shiny. Your attempt at a distraction was clearly failing because you found yourself realizing why, or rather, who it was you were putting in so much effort for. 

Cursing at yourself internally, you finished up your shower and wrapped yourself in a towel before heading back to your room to continue getting ready. When you entered your room you were met with Danny laying in your bed, scrolling through his phone. You let out a shriek and clutched your towel tighter to your body. Clearly taken by surprise, Danny was quick to sit up on your bed and you both stared at each other while attempting to get your breathing and heart rates back to normal.

It was only when Danny’s eyes trailed down your body slowly did you remember you were fresh out of the shower and just in your towel. You could see his adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallowed harshly and he quickly flicked his eyes back up to meet yours. His cheeks turned a deep shade of red and he cleared his throat before ending the silence.

“Hey, peach. Sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you. I texted you but you didn’t answer. I got bored waiting around by myself and wanted to come hangout before we went out with everyone.” His voice was shaking slightly as he spoke and his cheeks were still painted a deep shade of red.

“No, s’okay Dan. Just wasn’t expecting you here. Sorry I didn’t see your texts. I was in the shower.” You responded softly. Rarely was there awkwardness between the two of you, but you could practically feel the tension crushing you in this moment. You averted your eyes from his and slightly shifted on your feet, feeling extremely exposed in front of him in just your towel. He must have noticed your discomfort because he quickly stood up and walked past you to your door. 

“I uh- I’ll just be out here. So you can like get dressed or whatever.” He mumbled. He didn't give you a chance to respond before he practically sprinted out of your room and slammed the door behind him. You let out a deep, shaky breath and leaned yourself back onto your door, trying to regulate your still racing heart. Slowly, you made your way around your room and finished getting ready. When you walked out into your living room, Danny was sitting on your couch looking lost in thought. His head quickly snapped up when he heard the sound of your door closing and you gave him a small smile. 

Why was this so awkward? It’s not like it was the first time Danny had seen you in nothing but a towel, so why did everything suddenly feel so different? Deciding not to let the tension ruin your time with him, you walked over and sat next to him on the couch. You noticed him stiffen slightly when your leg brushed against his and he was actively avoiding looking at you. 

“Dan? Are you okay?” You asked softly. He turned his head to look at you and you could see his eyes soften when he saw the concern on your face. Softly clearing his throat, he responded. “Y-yeah, sorry peach. Everything’s okay.” He gave you a small albeit reassuring smile and reached out his hand to give yours a quick squeeze. Ignoring the way his touch lit up every nerve-ending in your body, you squeezed his hand back. You tried not to overthink the way he didn’t let go of your hand right away, or the way his thumb was softly caressing your knuckles.

The next few hours you spent together went as they normally do. Danny had you laughing so hard there were tears in your eyes and your stomach hurt and you were thankful to get to spend some alone time with him for once. It was a rarity for the two of you to be alone anymore. He was always with the boys and you hated feeling like you were intruding. 

These moments were ones you missed the most. The simplicity of your friendship is something you’d always been grateful for; Just another reason you never wanted to potentially ruin it by admitting your unrequited feelings to him. As he laughed at something you had said, you caught yourself staring at his beautiful, pronounced side profile. You loved the curve of his nose and how his eyes framed it perfectly. You loved the way his smile lit up his whole face, his nose scrunching slightly and his eyes seeming to sparkle. You loved the melodic sounds of his laugh and the way he would lean back slightly causing his long hair to cascade in the most beautiful way down his broad shoulders and back. 

His eyes were your favourite sight; To you, they were home. They were your comfort. No matter what was going on in the outside world, one look into his deep brown honey colored eyes would immediately cause everything around you to seemingly disappear. It was as if you were the only two people in the world in those moments. 

As you’re watching him with the utmost intensity, studying every little detail, you fail to notice that he had grown silent after his laughter died down. The way his face flushes as he feels the heat of your gaze on him. You can’t hear the thumping of his heart in his chest or notice the way his mouth runs dry as he attempts to distract himself from you. 

He clears his throat in an attempt to get your attention and you can feel your whole body grow hot as you realise he had caught you staring unabashedly at him. You quickly avert your gaze from him and notice that it is nearing 7:00. “I think we should probably get going. It’s almost 7.” Your voice is quiet and wavers slightly as you try to push past your embarrassment. 

“Alright, peach. Let’s go babysit.” He responds with a small smile. You give a slight chuckle under your breath and stand up from your spot on the couch. The two of you walk to his car in silence and you’re grateful when he turns the music on. The drive there is filled with both of you screaming the lyrics to various songs and laughing along with one another. As it always does when you’re with Danny, time goes by way too fast and before you know it you’re pulling up to the bar.

When you enter, you’re greeted by the boisterous sounds of Sam’s laughter and you look to your right to find him and his brothers sitting at a table waiting for you guys. It’s obvious that Jake and Josh are once again arguing over something judging by the looks on their faces and you can already feel a headache coming on as you realise that this will probably continue on for most of the night. 

You feel the heat of Danny’s body behind you and his hand grips your hip lightly as he leans down to your ear to speak to you. “I’m gonna go get us a drink, peach. Why don’t you head over to the table? I’ll be right there.” The feeling of his warm breath fanning over your neck and the heat from his touch on your hip causes goosebumps to raise on your skin. You inhale deeply, your eyes fluttering slightly as you give him a small nod in agreement. His hand squeezes your hip slightly before he removes himself from you and saunters over to the bar.

When you reach the table, Sam immediately wraps his arms around your waist and brings you into a hug. You can feel yourself relax into him as you snake your arms around his neck to reciprocate his embrace. Pulling back slightly to look at him, he gives you a dopey grin and his eyes are glassed over; Clearly he’s already had a few drinks before you got here. “Hi peachy.” You giggle slightly at the look on his face and the way his words are lazily slurred together. “Hey Sammy.” His smile broadens at the nickname and he pulls away from you completely, letting you take your seat.

“Y/N, please tell Josh that I am obviously the most attractive twin. We all know it, he’s just too stubborn to admit it.” Jake calls to you from across the table. Before you have a chance to respond, Sammy chimes in with his own input. “Ha, notice how you didn’t say most attractive brother? It’s cause we all know that would be me.” He says with a cocky grin on his face. “Hey! No fucking way is that true. I’m the most attractive twin and brother. Right, mama?” Josh states, looking right at you. You hold your hands up in defence, “I am not getting into this with you guys.” Josh rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath. 

While the three of them continue arguing, a drink is placed in front of you and Danny slides in his seat next to you. You immediately pick it up and down half of it. “Woah, you alright there peach?” Danny asks with a laugh. You turn your head to look at him and give him a smile. “Yeah I’m good. I swear these boys are going to kill each other soon though.” A smile breaks out on Danny’s face and he nudges you slightly with his elbow, “Yeah well, welcome to my life.” He says with fake annoyance.

Over the next few minutes, you sit in silence and observe the dynamic between the four boys. As you go to take another sip of your drink, you find it to be empty. “Hey, does anyone want another drink? I gotta go grab one.” Everyone at the table declines your offer so you make your way over to the bar. After giving the bartender your order, you lean against the bartop and wait patiently for your drink. Just as you’re about to pull your phone out of your pocket, you feel someone's presence beside you. You look to your side and come face to face with an extremely attractive man.

He gives you a large grin and you admire the way it looks on him.“Well hello beautiful.” He says in a smooth voice. You flush slightly at the compliment and match his grin. “Well hello there.” You respond in a flirtatious tone. The beautiful stranger introduces himself and the two of you sit and talk as you wait for your drink. When the bartender slides your drink over to you, you find yourself staying and conversing with the man. He is extremely charming and although it's obvious what his end goal is, you can’t say you’re opposed. Maybe a distraction of this type will be exactly what you need to get over your feelings for Danny.

A few drinks later, you’re a mess of giggles and flirtatious advances. You hadn’t realised that you subconsciously scooted in closer to him until you feel his hand rest on your thigh. Your breath hitches in your throat and heat rushes through your body. He must have noticed because he begins trailing his hand higher up the expanse of your thigh and you can feel your heart begin to speed up in excitement. Before he can get very far though, you’re suddenly pulled up from the stool you were sitting on and being dragged out of the bar.

When you get outside and you look up, you’re met with an extremely livid looking Danny. His eyes are wild as they dart across your face and his chest is heaving with his rapid breaths. You go to open your mouth to speak but he cuts you off before you can say anything. “What the fuck are you doing Y/N? Huh? What was that back there? What, are you just trying to whore yourself out to any guy who’s willing to give you attention? Is that it?” As soon as the words leave his mouth, you see a flicker of guilt flash through his face but it’s gone almost as fast as it came. 

A flood of anger begins to run through your body at his insinuation. “Are you fucking kidding me Danny? First of all, what I do is none of your goddamn business. I’m not a little kid anymore! So what if I was going to fuck him? You do not get to tell me what to do.” You’re practically screaming at him at this point. A mix of all your pent up emotions finally coming out. He scoffs at your response and rolls his eyes, stoking the fire raging through your body. “What did you think I was going to apologise to you or something? Don’t forget that I have watched you fuck around with plenty of girls, Danny. I have kept my fucking mouth shut and minded my own business no matter how much it bothers me because that’s what bestfriends do. Why is that any different from what I just did? Why the fuck do you care if I decide to fuck someone?” 

Danny shakes his head slightly before responding. “And why do you care if I fuck someone? Why are you so bothered by it?” Your mouth moves faster than your brain as you find yourself blurting out a response. “Because I’m fucking in love with you! I can’t stand to see you with anyone else because all I can think about is how that should be me with you. You’re all I can fucking think about anymore and it drives me fucking insane. I spend all of my time worrying about how to keep my feelings for you inside so I don’t fuck up our friendship because I know you will never feel the same about me!”

Your chest is heaving violently and you can feel your heart pounding in your chest. His brows furrow and his face softens at your confession. He stands there silently with his mouth agape as he struggles to come up with something to say. Feeling embarrassed and annoyed with his lack of response you turn to walk back inside but his hand grips your arm and spins you around to face him again. In an instant, his lips are on yours.

The kiss is heated and passionate. It’s all tongues and clashing of teeth and you swear your heart is beating so fast it’s going to stop completely. His grip on your arm releases and he instead snakes his arms around your waist, pulling you flush against him. Reaching your arms up, you thread your fingers into his hair and tug slightly. You’re rewarded with a soft groan and the noise almost brings you to your knees. All too soon, he’s pulling away and as soon as his lips leave yours, you find yourself missing the feel of them against your own. 

Both of you are panting heavily and you find yourself unable to say anything. Luckily, Danny is the one to break the silence between you. “I’m fucking in love with you too, peach. I have been for so long.” He says softly while bringing his forehead down to rest against your own. A smile breaks out on your face at his admission and it feels like the weight of the world has been lifted off your shoulders. “Yeah?” Your voice is barely above a whisper as you respond to him, still feeling breathless from everything that has happened in the last couple of minutes.

He nods his head at your question, a beautiful smile of his own sitting on his face. “Peach, I am irrevocably in love with you. Thoroughly obsessed. I have been for as long as I can remember. You are the only one I wanna be with and I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. Just didn’t want to ruin us. I’m sorry for everything tonight, baby. I should have never talked to you like that.”

“I think we both said a few things we didn’t mean tonight. M’sorry too, Dan. Never wanted to hurt you.” The softest kiss is placed on your forehead and you can feel yourself melt into him even more. Danny pulls back and you both stand and stare into each other’s eyes, revelling in this new feeling. Standing on your tiptoes, you place a gentle kiss on his lips once more before pulling back from him completely. “Come on loverboy,” you say in a sweet voice, “let’s go home. I think we have some things to discuss.” 

He smiles softly, “I’m already home, peach. Wherever you are, that’s my home.” 

Home.

[ageofnations]

Chamomile // drw // Pt. VI

Summary: Danny often feels overshadowed by his best friends and bandmates. You, however, can’t seem to get your mind off of him.

Paring: Danny x fem!reader

Word Count: ~3.7k

Warnings: literally nothing??? just fluff i think

A/N: happy friday. it’s been a little bit, yeah? thanks for sticking with me; as always, likes, comments, and reblogs are always appreciated. remember that asks earn you a kiss on the forehead ;)

Series Mesterpost

Part VI

The night went by fairly quickly, much too fast for your liking, and it felt like most nights with Danny did. You had eaten, cuddled, and blabbered about whatever came to your mind before falling asleep on the couch. You vaguely remember him waking you up to carry you to your room and tuck you in, but you soon fell into another deep slumber with him by your side. The night was familiar, just as things would usually go when you two spent time together, which was everything you had ever wanted. You were just glad to be there with him in whatever this new dynamic was.

You were excited to be able to wake up next to him again, this time in your own bed. There was something so domestic about being face to face with the man you love first thing in the morning. You could feel his fingers intertwining with your hair, which did very little to keep you from going right back to sleep.

When you finally let your eyes flutter open, you found his honey eyes already open and on your very sleepy form. He was on his side facing you, and the golden skin of his torso seemed to glow in the morning light. His wide smile made the room feel brighter, more refreshing. It was infectious.

“Good morning,” he rasped. He looked wide awake, as if he had been up for an hour or so, but his voice was still laced with sleep.

You smiled and let out a sigh in response. “I love waking up like this.” The relaxation you felt caused your eyelids to feel heavy again, and you let them slowly shut.

“Me too.”

You laid in silence for a bit longer. His hand traveled from your hair to your cheeks. He’d occasionally rub your shoulder and trail down to your forearm. His touch felt electric but soothing in every way.

“I’m gonna talk to them again today,” Danny said. His statement was vague, but you knew exactly what he was talking about. You opened your eyes again.

“Yeah? What are you gonna say?” You shifted to prop yourself up on one arm.

He shrugged and broke his eye contact with you before responding with “I’m not really sure yet…Josh texted me and asked if I was coming back today. Said he’d really like to fix things but he needed help understanding how to.”

You were proud of Josh. When he came over, you had slightly believed that he would just try to stay blissfully ignorant about the situation and pretend nothing was wrong. Hearing that he was making an effort to make sure Danny felt included again really gave you hope.

“I’m just really nervous about it all,” he continued. “I don’t want things to go bad.”

“Everything will be fine, Dan. He wants to know what he needs to do. That’s progress.” You clasped the hand that he was using to run across your skin. You hoped that interlocking your fingers would reassure him and ground him from his anxieties. “Do you want me to come with you just in case you need a mediator?”

He brought your hands to his smiling lips and placed a soft kiss on your knuckles. “This is something we should handle alone, but thank you, Bip.”

You nodded and laid back down in your original position. He was right, but his worrying had started to make you anxious as well. You knew things would be just fine, that the boys would work it out and that the band wouldn’t be affected. But you mainly worried for Danny. You prayed he wouldn’t just bite down his feelings like he had been with the others not too long ago.

In the middle of your worrying, he had leaned forward and kissed the very tip of your nose, doing very little to ease your mind. You briefly thought, and hoped, that he’d kiss your lips, but you were perfectly content with the kiss’s placement in the end. He was pleased with the blush on your cheeks that followed his actions.

“I think I’m gonna go ahead and go if that’s okay with you.”

The statement immediately made you pout. Why would he leave already? It was only…8 AM? No later than 9 for sure. You glanced at the alarm clock beside you. 11:54. Fuck.

“I’m sorry, babe. I’d lay here forever if I could,” he said with a chuckle.

Babe? That’s new.

The pet name made the pout dissipate before you knew it. “No, I understand. I didn’t realize how late it was, I’m sorry.”

He was shifting off the bed to put his shirt back on when he gave you a look of chastisement. He had a raised eyebrow, but his smile reassured you that he wasn’t truly upset with you. “Don’t do that. It’s okay, I promise.”

He left a little after noon, and he made sure to give you a quick kiss on your cheek before leaving your apartment.

As soon as you saw him drive away, you started to worry again. You promised yourself that things would be okay, that the others would listen to everything Danny had to say and truly make an effort to fix things. Things weren’t even that bad, you just couldn’t bear to see him be treated the way he was the last time you saw him at the studio. You also didn’t want him to feel the same way he expressed in that interview.

It wasn’t really your place to worry, so you spent the rest of your time trying to get your mind off of it. You pampered yourself with some self-care before going to the supermarket to restock on your essentials. The urge to text Danny kept popping into your mind, but you didn’t want to interrupt them while they sorted things out, so you resisted. You kept your volume up just in case, though.

You had just closed the refrigerator after putting away the last of your groceries when you heard your phone.

Dan the Man (2:43 PM): Studio all day today. Wanna join?

You (2:44 PM): I’m assuming things went well then?

Dan the Man (2:44 PM): I’ll pick you up in 10 :)

You rolled your eyes at his evasiveness, but you had a good feeling about his response. You were also extremely excited to see him for the second time in the same day.

Dan the Man (2:46 PM): You could also spend the night…if you wanna

You (2:47 PM): As long as you let me be little spoon again

Dan the Man (2:47 PM): Deal ;)

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Danny had given you very little information on the drive to the studio. You kept pressing for details, but the only response he’d given was “It went well.” You supposed that was an acceptable answer.

You found that you didn’t really need a straightforward answer from him. You were able to easily notice the difference while they worked together in the studio. It was much more comfortable to sit with them, even if you had to listen to the same measures over and over again. Their arguments were more like open discussions. Their individual instruments sounded more like a cohesive symphony. It was like night and day to your last studio experience with them, and you couldn’t have been happier.

You watched Danny from afar. There was something so intimate about seeing his hard work in the early stages of a song’s development. You were witnessing the dedication and loyalty to his fans before they could even see or hear it themselves. Besides the fact that he looked absolutely incredible doing so.

He had on a loose-fitting band graphic tee with the sleeves cut off, which made his arms look even more defined while he played. There were a few stray droplets of sweat accumulating in various areas on his body, but he didn’t pause to wipe them away. The focus and confidence exuding from him only added to the beauty of the sight you were seeing. The way he would absolutely lose himself in the music made you smile to yourself. He had put his hair in a low bun, so you didn’t get to see him wave his locks around as usual, but you still loved to see him bob his head back and forth. Sometimes in especially difficult portions of the songs, he would close his eyes and furrow his brows. His pursed lips made you want to get up from your spot and interrupt the practice so you could kiss him.

It was also amusing to see him completely snap back to reality any time he would mess up. He’d laugh at himself and curse a bit out of frustration, but his bandmates always made sure to reassure him that he was doing well, just as he would do for them when they messed up. They would go right back to practicing, but not before he could sneak a glance at you and flash a smile in your direction.

The sun had set long before the band decided it was time to go home. They had completed the groundwork for at least three new songs, one of which Danny had made himself and presented to the group. Needless to say, progress was made in more ways than just musically.

You were lulling in and out of drowsiness during the car ride back with Danny. The silence mixed with road noise was much needed after hours of nothing but loud music, and it could have easily put you to sleep if you let it do so. He had placed his hand on your thigh and was rubbing small stripes up and down the skin. You had your eyes closed, but occasionally, you could sense that he would glance over at you. You were too tired to meet his gaze, so you let him stare. He was glad that you couldn’t see the way you were making him grin like an idiot from just sitting in your spot in the passenger seat of his car.

You felt the turn that indicated you were in their driveway, and Danny squeezed your thigh before parking the car. He rushed out of his seat while you were still in the process of waking up fully so he could open your door for you. You giggled at the interaction.

You grabbed your things from your seat and took the hand he offered to help you out of the car with. He pulled you into his side and wrapped an arm around your waist. It made the short walk to the door a little awkward, but you smiled at the sentiment nonetheless.

Jake had dismissed himself to bed with the excuse that he had a “hot date” in the morning. Josh and Sammy wanted a beer or two and Danny said he’d join. Although you could have definitely gone straight to sleep if you laid down, you wanted to spend more time with the group. You decided you’d at least sit with them.

You trudged to Danny’s bedroom to change out of the uncomfortable denim pants you had chosen for the day into more comfortable cotton shorts. You did a brief bedtime routine so you could go straight to sleep after the others were done hanging around. You let yourself get lost in the feeling of being in his room again. The last time you were here, things were definitely shifting between you two. Now, however, your relationship had completely shifted.

By the time you made it back to the living room and kitchen, you found it was significantly quieter than it had been before. You could hear the muffled voices of Danny and Sam from the backyard. After grabbing a bottle of water, you went to the back to join the crew.

Josh was sitting on the cracked wood of the patio with a beer in hand. The other two were further out in the grass having some sort of wrestling match that had them both out of breath with laughter. You smiled at the sight, but you wondered how on earth they still had so much energy. You chose to take a seat beside Josh.

He was staring straight ahead with a stoic, almost melancholy, expression. He didn’t acknowledge you once you plopped beside him, rather choosing to take a drink from the glass bottle in hand. You nudge him with your shoulder.

“You okay, rockstar?” You tried to keep your voice down so the others couldn’t hear.

The nickname made him sigh with a laugh. You were glad to see the reaction.

“I’m just really glad things are working out. With Danny I mean. I was really afraid we were gonna lose him.” Josh looked down at the brown bottle he was holding. He lightly tapped along the sides of it.

“I'm glad they are too, Josh. I’m really happy for you guys. And proud that you could work through things,” you answered. He didn’t move or respond, so you decide to give it another try. “You seem sad, but those aren’t things to be sad about.”

He shrugged and took another sip, finally returning his gaze to the duo scrambling in the grass. “I didn’t know it was you.”

You didn’t expect the conversation to continue, so his response shook you. “Huh?”

“I didn’t know it was you…when I came over and told you that he was going on a date? I didn’t realize he was talking about you.”

The statement didn’t seem like it was anything other than rhetorical, so you just continued to look at him until he finished his thoughts.

“I wished it was you. I saw how he looks at you, and I see how happy you make him. I only hoped it was you he was taking out. But I just didn’t understand why he wouldn’t tell us. Or why he hadn’t asked you by the time I saw you.”

Josh sounded pained. As if he was seconds from breaking down. You gave his forearm a little squeeze.

“But it was me. It is me. There’s nothing to be upset about. You didn’t know. Neither one of us did.” You hoped your words could reassure him.

He shook his head and finally turned his head to you. “I feel bad, Y/N. Seeing you cry like that…it hurt. Especially because it was all my fault.” He sighed and shrugged your hand off of him out of guilt. “Lately I’ve felt like I’m only hurting the people closest to me.”

“All of it has been completely unintentional, Josh. It’s not like you were purposely trying to hurt my feelings with Danny’s mystery girl, ya know,” you teased. His toothy grin made the tension leave the air around you. “Things are on the mend, and that’s all that matters.”

He had opened his mouth to thank you, but you were interrupted by the other pair joining you. You hadn’t even realized they were finished rolling around in the dirt, much less that they had made their way to the both of you.

“Woah, what’s going on up here?” Sammy said in regards to the very serious expression on both of your faces. You noticed the smile drop from Danny’s face from where he stood behind him.

Josh put on his best front, which you admired him for. The smile seemed genuine, and he gestured to Danny as he talked. “Y/N was just gushing about Curly back there, so I was just listening so no one else had to. I almost barfed, but I overcame my disgust for the greater good!”

The dramatics he placed in his lie made you giggle, and you glanced back at your lover. If it was brighter outside, you’d be able to see him blushing. You were at least thankful to see the hint of a shy smile curl his lips.

Sammy rolled his eyes. “Well, I’m gonna take a shower and then I’m calling it a night. Goodnight, folks.” He gave a salute and made his way inside. Josh was close on his heels after saying a quick goodnight.

You and Danny were left alone under the night sky. He came closer to where you sat and placed a hand gingerly on the top of your head, giving your scalp a soft scratch. You let out a pleased sigh and looked up at him lovingly.

“I’m gonna go shower too before Sammy uses all the hot water. You gonna stay out here?”

You nodded. “Let me know when you’re out, and I’ll come back in. It’s a pretty night.”

He smiled at you. “You bet. I’ll see you in a bit.”

With that, he entered the house again, leaving you completely alone with nature. You opted to lay on your back to look at the stars. The boys had always had a nice view of the sky, one that would leave astronomers astounded. You could see various constellations, and on the right nights, you’d see plenty of shooting stars. Tonight, there was a slight haze of clouds in the sky, leftover from the rain from the previous day, but you could still see the twinkling figures behind them.

The ringing of crickets chirping was all around you. Frogs attempted to overpower their noises with their roaring croaks. You could hear the faint sound of an owl off in the distance. A train horn called into the darkness, just deep enough that it wasn’t obnoxious, but close enough you could hear the rattling against the tracks.

You let your mind wander to Danny once again. How happy he had seemed all day today. You saw that beloved smile of his more times than you could count, and you were so thankful for that. You couldn’t believe how fast things were progressing between you two, but you were also thankful for that as well. You felt as if you were making up for lost time. All of the times you had noticed him laugh a little too hard at something you said or watch you for a little longer than the other. All of the times you complimented him instead of spilling all of your feelings that were bubbling inside. It was all falling into place like you hoped it would.

You felt at peace. Like this was exactly where you belonged. You could feel your eyes start to get heavier, so you relaxed your eyelids. You promised yourself you wouldn’t fall asleep, but it was beginning to become incredibly difficult. Just as you were about to give up fighting off Mr. Sandman, you heard the door softly open and close. Instead of calling out to you, Danny came and laid on his back beside you on the patio.

You opened your eyes and wore a sleepy grin as you looked at him under the starlight. You didn’t speak, just admired his sharp features.

He turned his head to you as well. “Hey, Bip,” he whispered. He reached over to grab your hand and intertwine your fingers.

“Hi,” you answered. How did he manage to make your heart skip beats every time he looked at you?

You could hear his soft breathing under all of the sounds of nature. His eyes were darting around your face, and his expression reminded you of waking up next to him this morning. He looked at you like you were the creator of the universe, his universe, and he wanted to take in every bit of your magnificence.

“Danny?” You almost hated to break the sensual silence that wafted between you. He hummed for you to continue, which you took a deep breath before doing. “Thank you. For choosing me to be your…”

And suddenly you realized you had made a mistake. You hadn’t put labels on anything. You didn’t necessarily need a label, but you definitely didn’t want to pressure him into-

“Girlfriend, Y/N,” he interrupted your worries to finish your statement. “I chose you to be my girlfriend.” He raised his free hand to your cheek. “I’d be stupid not to.”

The admission made you smile, and knowing exactly where you stood with him brought warmth to your chest.

He let go of your hand and propped himself up on one arm. He was much closer to you now, his body heat making your skin crawl in the crisp air around you. He kept his other hand on your cheek and lightly grazed his thumb across your cheekbone. The way he was looking down at you made you feel like you were truly the only person in the world. The only one that mattered at least.

“Bip?” He spoke hesitantly.

You almost couldn’t form a coherent response. You whispered a “Yes?” that barely sounded like anything other than breathless noise.

“Can I kiss you?”

You didn’t waste time trying to answer verbally, settling for an eager nod instead. It didn’t take him long for him to close the distance between you. Soon, the night sky above you was hidden by Danny’s sweet face over yours. His lips felt like pillows of silk, and you could taste the remnants of minty toothpaste. The breath that fanned over you from him sighing made you giggle softly. You placed your hands on each of his cheeks and held him to your lips, not wanting him to leave for any reason.

Apparently you hadn’t held tight enough, because he pulled away to stare back down at you. He was gasping for air, and you’d never admit it to anyone, but you were proud that you had literally taken his breath away. You bit your bottom lip to suppress the giddiness you were feeling.

It wasn’t until then that his hand left your cheek, but only to reach and tug your lip away from your teeth. His smile grew with yours.

“I’ve been wanting to do that for so long,” he confessed. “I never want to stop kissing you.”

“So why did you?”

He smirked at you, his sweet features taking on a much more cocky undertone. He returned to your lips, and you couldn’t help but feel satisfied that you had gotten your way. You could feel that your lips were getting swollen from the number and intensity of kisses you were sharing with him, but you didn’t mind one bit. You wouldn’t have changed any of it for the world.

>>>part 7

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[therobotmonster]

The Adventures of Albert Sauros: Rumble in the Court of Princess Sparkle-Sprinkle!

Ey, it’s Roderick Friggin’ Rockhammer, ya boy, ya wizard, ya least favorite but it doesn’t matter cuz I’m friends with the guy with the big axe! So sit down and listen while I tells ya about the sweetest fight I ever seen, or else you can tell your friends you got beat up by a gnome with rickets!

Okay, by the best friend of a gnome with rickets, but the point stands.

So long story short, about forever ago my great-grand-whatever saved the life of this dwarf guy and our clans have been best buds since forever even if the Leadstones say otherwise. I’ve been hanging with my ‘cousin’ Borin Leadstone, lettin’ ‘em pay me back for all the hard work grand-whatever did. Also cuz they rescued me from wage slavery from the chizzlers at the Drutch East Primordia Tradin’ company. 

So we’re fomenting some kinda frog-rebellion when my boy Borin and his gang roll up in the Drutch Governor’s personal airship, what they captured on its attempted escape, and they’re all “Get on, ya knobs, we’re going to deliver a chess set to a dragon!”. 

So we goes to this sandcastle in the middle o’ nowhere, and we got the full gang, we got the A team, we got the B team, the C team is there, and the A++ team, which is me. And there’s this giant frikkin’ dragon, and she and this tall lizard who I think is the manager of Borin’s band or something start talking about wakin’ up her ancient granddad to save the world. 

This is when we find out three pieces of vital information. The first, is that cuz my boys broke reality with their mushroom scam, the planet’s spinnin’ the wrong way, and the spell what was supposed to pump the dragons up with ley line energy is instead gonna suck ‘em dry. The second is that Princess Sparkle-Sprinkles ain’t gonna be able to save things on her own, cuz she’s like, twelve (in dragon years). The third is that traditional dwarven children’s drink strawberry quix, is 80 frikkin’ proof. The latter two points were learned, shall we say, after the fact.

So when the frikkin’ energy field holdin’ the golden goldbrickin’ grandpa in sleepytime falls down, there’s guardians, cuz of course there’s guardians, and the dragon kid’s hung over and trying’ to un-ward a magic door, so its time for the Rumble!

And in the every corner, we have a horde of burning coal pseudo-elementals.

In the center of the ring, surrounded on all sides, we have!   (rumble beneath the fold)

The A Team:

The Axe to the Max! The Dwarven Rage! Borin “the Kills-in-art” Leadstooooone!

The Prince of Stab, the Duke of Grab! You won’t see him cuz he’ll see you first... O. G. FASSIL! 

Mr Chomp-and-Circumstance! The endless drone from parts unknown! Professor Talk-A-Saurus Hex himself, Albert O. Sauros!

And ya got me, Roderick Rockhammer! Whattya mean I’m on the B-Team?! What the- Get your hands of me! I’m tellin’ this story-

The B Team:

Lee, Jade Dragonborn Monk. Very proud of his new punches.

Sister Sagittarius. Aarakocra fighter and Ib cultist, survivor of dragons.

Blazin Kush. Dwarf bard, recently both dead and a halfling. Reincarnation is a hell of a spell.

The Pie, fiendish mimic that had a bad mushroom trip and now thinks they’re a carnivorous pie.

The C Team Rest:

Snakey the Mummy. Formerly a snake, reincarnated as a humanoid mummy (reincarnation, hell of  a spell). Just got their first level of rogue.

Dat “Jack” Ass, formerly a partially elemental donkey, reincarnated as a simic hybrid of lizardfolk and elf that’s best described as a sleestak. What’s a sleestak? That’s your heart attack towel rack throwba One of these:

(He’s a druid now, also level one.)

Now fight fans, you may be saying “C’mon Roddy, those coal guys is chumps, your man Borin chops ‘em up like cole slaw!” Sure, that’s true, but the thing is, normally, the team doesn’t have two first-level baby boids to protect.  

There always seemed to be one more coal elemental than there were defenders. WHAM! A coal mass slams into Dat Ass, knocking him straight to unconsciousness and teetering toward death. Albert summoned the spirit of a tyrannosaurus rex to enlarge Lee to dinosaurian proportions as elementals hammered them from every side.

As for our intrepid heroes, luck had abandoned them. Blazen called down healing light only for Dat to be knocked out moments later. Sagittarius took to the skies to snipe, as Lee and Borin went hand to hand with our foes. The coal elementals scored hit after hit, and after a brief success with the ghost gun, Albert was knocked on his tail when the ghost gun experienced a backfire. 

Even I, the great and powerful Roderick Rockwell, was brutally beaten and bedraggled by those smoldering slag piles! Well I had enough of that, so I drw up my mysical-type knowledge, and cast catapult to hurl a chunk of shattered coal into one of the jerks! “In ya face with your buddy’s face!” I shouted, and the tide of the battle, boy it turned! 

Borin shredded his down to nubs! Lee hammed ‘em down with his magic punch-em-ups stuff, and the ghost bust ripped them to shreds. Fazzil was all “stab-stab” and then all “Zap zap!” and arrows just pelted them from the sky!

Lee even ground one “brought down to size” elemental out under his giant talons!  We kicked ‘em where it hurt, and kicked again! And when we were triumphant, what happened?

I had to give an ancient gold dragon an illusionary puppet show.

That’s how it happened, and don’t let nobody say otherwise.

[inukagcorner]

I love her so much always forever

[serenityinmist]

It’s probably the tiredness talking (yay random wakeup at 1:45am being unable to get right back to sleep and probably not going to be able to remember this later otherwise) but after yesterday’s paging through every D&D source I could lay my hands on (and you chuckles better be grateful I’m awake enough not to post this with the million typos that keep popping up that wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t half asleep like rest of this post is stream of consciousness now, that’s it) to see if I could find a stat block fo ra generic Pig because of a module and a player wanting to cast Awakened Mind to talj to the pig inside heir mind and instead seeing so many possible creatures 0 the urge t9 go and make a druid concept as a backup for Cusre of Strahd is fucking strong.  Who needs to give my characters therapy animals when they can be the therapy animal? For themselves and for their party?

So yeah, tiefling cleric of the raven queen, druid fo some flavor like its moon druid I might just go the whole hog and make them an Eilistraeean Drow which would make Eilistraeean PC number three and Drw PC number two.  Like I said won’t remember this overwise bt I’ too tired to care rn I’m posting this then falling asleep because bleh I need my rest alright?

Edit: because apparently falling asleep is too hard.  Drow Druid who is female who when she wild shaes tends to go for shaping into male animals pureply because that makes her remember that it isn’t her true form, she’s as skinny as a rake because she doesn’t eat properly has no concept of self care and the former matron who escaped the Underdark and runs her home settlement worries the small and thin druid is gonna get herself killed with her wild wandering and constantly prays to Eilistraee to protect and watch over her.  Personality:  I prefer to be animal because people are weird nd they upset me with their bigotry whereas naimals are pure.  I have no concept of self care whatsoever but fuck you if you think you can treat yourself like shit around me I will aggressively care for you until you don’t need me to.

Ideals:  Eilistraee is awesome and I wish to live my life by her example

Bonds:  My friends and my community are my life and I would lay my life down to defend both.

Flaws:  I’d rather skip a meal and go hungry than walk in on something I maybe shouldn’t be involved in.

Height: 4′1 ish, maybe 4′0 I dunno I need to look in the PHV when not tired and see the min stats for a Drow

Weight:  I dunno 65 kgs?  65 kgs.

Appearance:  Obsidian skin, silver hair, turqoise eyes.  Arms covered in scars from where wild animals have scrammed her when she was trying to heal them and they panicked.

[eurotoques]

Bitcoins: The New Gold Rush

Human beings are always on the lookout for the next big thing in life. We don’t just settle for second-rate items or luxuries because we only want the best our money can afford. Although we don’t always get what we want, it gives us more reason to work harder and hope for a brighter future. If we want to uplift our lives, we must be able to act timely on opportunities or forever miss our chance of experiencing something really great in our lives.

Knowing that we are now living in the digital age, it is safe to assume that the majority of the population is hooked on some sort of tech device in their day-to-day lives. We are a generation that can’t live without social media and the Internet – a far cry from the lives led by our parents and grandparents in the past. Yet, this is the reality of our times whatever part of the globe you may be living in. So, it no longer comes as a surprise that the new opportunities presented to us are also in the digital form. What am I talking about? Bitcoins.

With cryptocurrencies like bitcoin quadrupling in value this year alone, high frequency players are finding their way to the new Wild West of trading that some believe is in bubble territory. Proprietary trading firms are particularly well positioned to pursue cryptocurrency trading because they are in the business of putting their firms’ own capital to work. The fiduciary obligations Wall Street’s hedge funds have to their outside investors often preclude them from trading bitcoin and other cryptocurrencies. The big Wall Street investment banks like Goldman Sachs have their own institutional limitations.

“The only place to start an institutional-sized bitcoin trading desk in 2014 would have been at a principal trading firm like DRW,” Komaransky said in an interview conducted over email with Forbes.

(Via: https://www.forbes.com/sites/nathanvardi/2017/08/22/wall-streets-cowboy-traders-find-new-riches-in-bitcoin-and-cryptocurrencies/#2378c29914ac)

You’d be surprised at how Bitcoin investors are enjoying their profits today. Cryptocurrency is the name of the game nowadays and everyone who wants a good investment turns to it because everybody wants to have a slice of the pie. It is a great way to double, triple, or even quadruple your money, something you won’t be able to do with conventional investments.

The cryptocurrency space in India is likely to soon light up as major players enter the market and plan to offer trade in many other cryptocurrencies apart from bitcoin.

Poland-based cryptocurrency exchange, BitBay will soon launch its services in India and enable users to buy and sell 6 altcoins (alternative cryptocurrencies to bitcoin).

A few exchanges like Zebpay, Unocoin, and Coinsecure have been there for a while, providing a platform for trading bitcoin but have not yet introduced various altcoins like ethereum, ripple, dash etc. on their platforms.

Riding on the back of bitcoin's popularity, altcoins have rallied exponentially since the start of the year. The market cap of altcoins has shot from USD 2 billion to USD 77 billion since the beginning of the year.

With the entry of BitBay, users will have access to some of the most popular altcoins like litecoin, ether, monero and dash which have rallied over 1,050 percent, 3,825 percent, 620 percent, and 2,216 percent year-to-date respectively, as per Coinmarketcap.

(Via: http://www.moneycontrol.com/news/business/companies/interview-with-bitbays-rohit-dahda-after-bitcoins-success-altcoins-set-to-foray-in-india-2366787.html)

Cryptocurrency may still be a novel item for most tech users right now but it won’t be for long as these alternative currencies are currently taking the world by storm. Investments are skyrocketing and many hypes about it on social media, so it is no longer surprising if many are asking about it on a daily basis. Since the start of 2017, Bitcoin's value kept on rising and it has encouraged investors to put in more money and buy more crypto currencies making it the multi-billion industry that it is today. Bitcoin is actually just one type of cryptocurrency. There are many more that you can invest in if you are willing to take the risk of this highly unstable market.

Bitcoins: The New Gold Rush is republished from Euro Toques

from https://www.euro-toques.org/2017/09/15/bitcoins-the-new-gold-rush/