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callmewrinkles3 · 7 months

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Anti-hero - DR3 x Fem!OC

Masterlist.

Summary: 2021 hasn't exactly been the best season, and Dan's struggling with the car not driving how he wants it to. But he didn't realise that Emmy was struggling with her own work.

Warnings: Zak Brown, McLaren era in general, smut (piv, kink behaviour (marking, domination, praise kinks, light choking, consensual pain by pinching and spanking) that are in the context of a long term already defined relationship but are not explicitly discussed on the page, fingering, teasing. They're kinky kids who love it), explicit aftercare, mentions of race crashes (Monza 2021).

Words: 11k

A/N: We're baaaaaack! This is a bit of a departure for us, and we really hope you like it. As always let us know what you think, we love hearing from you!

September 2021

Dan couldn’t admit it to anyone, but the fact that Em was travelling with him everywhere was probably the best thing in his life right then. Most of the time he was miserable and he fully admitted it. McLaren meant his days were hard, the car felt weird, and it sucked. At least in Zandvoort he’d been able to have some fun in the orange cape, cheering Max on. As much as a clusterfuck that championship battle would be a part of.

The one he’d been assured he’d be a part of next year. He didn’t fully believe Zak anymore. He wanted to but something yelled at him not to.

They were sitting in the private terminal waiting to be told the McLaren jet was ready to go, Dan watching as Em worked for the few minutes before they were called. The VIP area had become normal to him, but for her it was new. It was bright and shiny and he still remembered the first time that she said she didn’t feel like she belonged there.

They’d been in bed in Italy in 2019, flying to Monza from Belgium with Max and Christian in one of the most awkward flights of his life while Em was her usual sweet self. She’d told him that private jets were for important people and she was just Em. It led to his joke that her middle name should be Humble, not Charlotte. But she deserved the world, and the world included that she deserved to be in the jet with him and everyone else.

He loved every piece of her, wanted to tell the world that he loved her but they’d agreed to keep things to themselves. He didn’t know how much longer he could do it. They were down to days until Italy and he was going to say everything, he just had to keep it in till then. He had a plan and he was sticking to it.

He pulled out the carefully wrapped package Max had slipped him after several requests with a “Vicky said these are the best.”, smiling at the still crisp treat.

“Em, here.” He held the stroopwafel out carefully, caramel nearly dripping from the edge as she shook her head and took a sip from her Pepsi bottle. “You don’t want one?”

“I’m not a caramel fan, Danny.”

“But this whole week?” Every time someone gave him one he’d take a bite and offer her one, grinning while she smiled and took a dainty bite in between checking things on her tablet. It became easy to pass it over to her.

“You looked so happy feeding me bites, I didn’t want to break your heart by telling you I don’t like caramel. Toffee yeah, but not caramel.” She smiled at him before turning her head back to work, Dan staring at the woman he loved and her pure ridiculousness.

He watched as she stared at her tablet and frowned at it not doing what she wanted. But he wanted to curl up with her on his lap the same way they were when they flew separately. But instead they’d be separated in the luxurious white leather seats, she’d have her head buried in a book with her earplugs in and trying to ignore everyone around her. It’d be fine. It had to be. Even if they were spending it with people she didn’t feel comfortable around.

Before Dan started with the team he knew she didn’t have anything against Lando. He was a kid who’d joined the grid and was fine. Dan didn’t want to know a whole lot about him after the awkward moment of Lando’s best friend asking Em for coffee in the middle of the paddock when he was a Renault junior and Em was there as Dan’s guest. It took time for Dan to let his jealousy go and Em giggled at it, but he’d finally chilled out. Then Em couldn’t totally chill out about Lando after Monaco.

The “I’ve no sympathy for him” was burned into her brain, she’d had more than one nightmare about it. That kid who didn’t know what he was talking about, who hadn’t ever had to experience anything, saying that? He was showing how privileged he was having walked straight into a team that was expected to be at the top of the midfield. Dan had told her stories about the four day warning he had before his HRT debut, she knew how it had been for him. But Em would take anything that anyone said about her - and God knew she had this year - but if you said something about the people she loved then you were essentially invisible to her. And Lando Norris had reached the invisible stage.

She was always unfailingly polite, saying good morning and good night and making small talk as they were in the same group, but other than that it was radio silence between them. Dan had tried to convince her that it was all fine, Lando was just a kid who needed to learn, but she couldn’t let it go. Months later it was still the same.

She got on the plane just ahead of Dan, smiling at the flight attendant before taking the window seat that Dan pointed her at. He took the seat beside her, Blake and Michael slipping into the seats on the other side of the table. He watched as Lando sat in on the other side, Jon and Lando’s parents there too. Someone pulled an Uno deck out and everyone except Lando’s parents and Em started playing it.

She was sat quietly in her seat, one of the cloth bound classics he’d gotten for her birthday in her hand as she read. He could see the tiny loop of her earplugs just visible, knowing she could hear everyone but was tuning it out to concentrate and it broke his heart a little bit. He wanted to pull her onto his lap, kiss the top of her head and tell her to take a nap because he knew she’d slept badly the last few nights but he couldn’t. She’d have killed him if he tried.

Nobody in McLaren knew anything about them. He wasn’t stupid, he knew there were debates on what he and Em were, but nobody knew the truth. He’d told a mechanic on Lando’s side of the garage to shut up when he made a comment about Em’s ass before. There were rumours all around the paddock and online, he wasn’t blind, but they wouldn’t confirm what they had. He wanted to keep Em safe, and nobody being able to prove that she was the love of his life was easier. Everyone in Renault knew about them - he was convinced Cyril had deliberately started a fight so the cameras were away so he could kiss her at the Nurburgring - and even in Red Bull Christian and Simon had made jokes about Dan’s heart eyes whenever Em was at a race. But it was never public, it was always between them. And in McLaren it just didn’t feel right to tell them.

Em was having issues clicking with them, the constant “if you need an assistant” comments from Zak and Andreas just pissing him off. Em was his assistant, she did a fucking great job and she was getting no respect for it. Zak had insisted that it was teething problems and it’d be fine but it had been going on for nearly nine months now. It was like his driving style and the car, it just couldn’t click right.

So they were avoiding sharing planes whenever possible. He’d organise his own charter, or go with a different driver, or anything. They’d even gone with Fernando at one point, Nando quizzing Dan on the clusterfuck that was the Renault upper echelons while they flew. Or they’d book commercial and deal with looks and selfie requests, because even being on a plane with 150 strangers was better for her anxiety than a tiny jet with people who she didn’t like. Which made no sense to Dan because people at every other team had liked her. There was a reason that she had a standing invitation into multiple hospitality suites if she wanted it.

But they couldn’t help it going to Monza. It was the final leg of the triple header, everyone exhausted and wanting more sleep. So it was easier to say yes and go so they got to the hotel earlier and actually got some sleep. But it meant that he couldn’t cuddle her, he couldn’t even hold her hand and snuggle with her to forget the world existed. Instead she sat there curled in on herself as she was halfway through Pride and Prejudice, a frown on her face and Dan unable to kiss it away.

After a torturous half hour of flying without touching her Dan was tired of it. Friends got to be affectionate with each other, he’d hugged her in public before. He could be touchy with his best friend. He laid his hand over hers, fingers lying in the gaps. She’d put one hand on the armrest as her other hand held her tablet, half looking out the window at the dark night and half paying attention to her screen. She barely even reacted to him, just her fingers loosening and then lacing with his to squeeze for a moment. It said more to him than a thousand words could have.

He knew her well enough to know she’d be silent during the flight, but he wanted to make her smile instead of the small frown on her face. If they were alone he’d have pressed kisses across her cheeks and nose to make her laugh, asking him to stop because his stubble was scratching her. But that wasn’t an option until they were in the hotel in a few hours. The next best option was texting, watching as the notification of his text appeared on her tablet.

The sky should be really jealous.

???

Because it’s pretty outside but it’s nowhere near as pretty as you.

Cocky. Should be jealous of you though, black looks good on you.

You look better on me than black does.

You’re gonna say we can test it out when we get to the hotel, aren’t you?

U know me so well.

Nobody else noticed the tiny smile that appeared on her face, but Dan did. It was there for barely a second but it was enough. At least until he could make sure she was smiling when they were fully alone.

It wasn’t until they were in the car on the way to the hotel and away from the airport that he could hold her hand and press a kiss to her fingers. There were no questions about where anyone was sitting or who was driving, he got straight into the back seat with Emmy, gripping her hand across the middle seat.

“Can we go for pizza after we check into the hotel? I’ve been waiting for one.”

“Already thinking about pizza?” Michael asked it and Dan frowned at his tone, taking it as exhausted.

“I’m never not thinking about pizza in Monza. This pizza keeps me going through the year. Plus, I didn’t throw anyone off the plane or start an argument so I deserve it.”

“You kind of do,” Dan affirmed, lifting their joined hands to his lips to kiss her knuckles.

Emmy’s wishes were his command so if his girl wanted pizza he wasn’t saying no. The fact that her favourite pizza place was also his favourite was an extra point in their relationship. After they checked in, left their things in rooms and Dan pulled her to his room for a quickie to prove his theory of the best way he looked, they left the room to have dinner.

He loved Italy. It was his family’s country, it was the first place that he’d lived on his own in Red Bull supplied housing, he had thousands of memories there. But his favourite ones were Em in Italy with him.

She always seemed happier there, more carefree. The first time he’d brought her to Italy was that first week in Monaco, eating pasta and showing her places he loved. Even when they were busy with work at races she carried herself differently there. When they had their post Monza vacation every year she was always completely relaxed. He grinned just watching her.

He could feel her relax against him as they got out of the car a few streets away from the pizza place. It always felt like he was a little bit of a spy in a foreign land when he was in Monza, the Tifosi out in force. But she was so chilled out that she didn’t say anything when he reached for her hand and held it tightly. Any time they were in public she always gave him her Dan, we’re in public face because they didn’t need any more rumours or people on the internet asking what they were. They didn’t need more people whispering about them.

He didn’t care about it. He couldn’t care less if people talked about him, that came with the territory of his job. But he couldn’t handle people talking about Em and gossiping about her. So he tried to keep his hands from her even when he kept reaching out to take her hand walking anywhere. That night he couldn’t stay away from her and she didn’t say anything about him holding her hand walking down semi familiar streets, or his hand on her lower back as they were brought to their table, or his arm around her shoulder pulling her in for a hug. She didn’t give him a little look or a gentle nudge in the stomach, no whisper to leave her alone while they were in public. It was completely the opposite, after a sip of his beer she was fully leaned against his side and half snuggling him.

“You know what we should do?” Dan whispered in her ear, only half listening to the debate that Michael and Blake were having about the Black Widow movie.

“I’m scared but curious. Tell me,” Em answered as she ignored her lemon drink in favour of another sip from his one allowed beer before a race week fully started.

“Buy a house in Italy.” He watched as her eyes lit up and her face started to move to a grin before she forced it down.

“You’re the most ridiculous man in the world. When would you have time to spend in Italy?”

“We totally could. A cute little house, a couple of bedrooms, a garden, by one of the lakes. It’d be perfect. We should do it.”

“You’re insane.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Of course it’s not!”

She was saying no but the smile she was fighting to keep off her face was enough to make Dan know it was an excellent idea. After they got engaged and found a place in London he was gonna start trying to find somewhere for them. And hopefully some kids. Showing their kids where their family was from, even if it wasn’t Sicily.

They spent the rest of the night chatting and laughing, eating pizza and joining in the conversation with their friends. Em pretended she was sticking to just soft drinks, stealing a sip from his beer every now and then as Dan winked at her and tried so hard not to kiss her wrinkled nose. The four of them walked back to their hotel as Dan forced himself not to take her hand and kiss her on the street. He had a plan and he was sticking to it. This time next week he'd be on a proper date with her, kissing her and then asking her the question that had been burning a hole in his bag since the previous Christmas. It was going to be perfect.

Em loved lazy Wednesdays in Italy. The fact that she'd had enough of them to know that was a magical feeling. It was the end of their triple header, just one more race to go and then they got to relax and spend a couple of days on the shores of Lake Como. Dan had taken control of booking their trip, a cute villa slightly outside the main tourist area. They spent the day relaxing for most of it. Dan had given her a list of restaurants to look at and they mapped out where they’d eat for the three days. They would have killed for longer but it just wasn’t possible in the middle of the season.

That evening was a sponsor dinner that she had to dress up for and look appropriate to be on Dan’s arm. She hated those nights with a passion. She had to be in a fancy dress and full makeup, talking to the rich men who wanted Dan at events. At least this one was for Google Italy, it was more fun than some of the other events she’d been at. A particularly boring DeWalt shoot came to mind on that.

It was Google shmoozing their own clients, using Dan and Lando to do it. Em stayed on Dan’s arm for the entire night as she smiled and shook hands. Halfway through Zak found them and stopped to talk, his own wife there with him. It was Em left with Tracy for a few moments while Zak took Dan around to speak. The two women had wine glasses in their hands and looked around the room.

“Having a good evening, Emma?” Tracy asked, Em nodding.

“It’s Em, but yeah. These events aren’t always fun but it’s nice to see Dan in his element. It’s part of the job.”

“I suppose. Not every assistant does what you do.” Em took a sip of her wine, careful not to knock the glass back like she really wanted to.

“Dan and I were friends before I started working for him. If it means that Dan can enjoy events a bit more then I don’t mind.” Tracy watched her closely for a few moments but nodded as their respective dates for the night returned.

“Sorry about that, I had to double check some things. Daniel, you’re in with Valtteri for the press conference tomorrow, right?”

“Yeah, I am. Should be fun. We’re gonna head off, it’s a busy day tomorrow. See you at the track?”

He took Em’s arm and pulled her along out of the room, the two of them getting into the car and heading back to their hotel. She was tired from the busy room and having to be on around people but she kept it together as they drove on. Dan held her hand on the way back, fingers locked as he pushed a kiss to them. She smiled, looking forward to getting into bed and out of the dress she was in. Even if Dan looked excellent in his suit.

She started pulling pins out of her hair to take it out of the undo she’d managed, Dan standing beside her and pulling them out too. Once they were out he started kissing along her shoulder as he pushed her dress down. Em threw her head back to give him more access before they made it to bed.

Thursdays were weird now. Instead of press conferences it was all digital, the journalists in their hotel rooms asking questions. It meant more setup meetings, more talking, more everything. She used Dan’s meetings as a way to get the weekend planned. But it didn’t seem as busy as normal. Her calendar was half empty. Again.

At Zandvoort she thought it was a mistake but it wasn’t. It didn’t feel right. Em put her worries aside, taking a deep breath as she looked. There had to be an explanation and she needed a moment.

“I’m getting a coffee, anyone want anything?” It was just her, Dan, and Blake upstairs. Michael was out doing some checks and making sure the kitchen was stocked and ready.

“Green tea please Emmy? You make it best.” She laughed at Dan’s puppy eyes, nodding as Blake gave her his order and she went down to the main hospitality area. It didn’t take long to have everything and she went to go back upstairs when a security guard stopped her.

“Sorry Miss, drivers and support only.” His arm blocked the narrow staircase and Em stared at him.

“I am support. I’m Daniel Ricciardo’s assistant, I need to get this up to him.”

“No entry.”

Em sat watching until the guard was called outside and ran upstairs, smiling and pretending it was fine. It had to be fine. There was no other option. The drinks got handed and she watched as they were getting ready until Blake’s phone chimed.

“Shit, Dan, you’ve got a sit down we’ve got to go. Did you not see it Ems?” Blake asked, Em checking.

She stared at her tablet, the realisation hitting her. She wasn’t on any of Dan’s meetings. She looked at Blake’s calendar and his filled up with meetings, things he was in. But hers had a couple of things - the press conference, the race, practices. One of the engineering meetings. A fanzone appearance. But that was it. It was empty and she hated it. Her usually perfectly colour coded calendar was mostly blank and worried her. She was getting blocked out.

“Sorry I must have missed it. My calendar hasn’t synced, I’ll sort it.” Dan and Blake left, Em sitting staring.

She didn’t know why, she didn’t know what had caused this to happen but it was. How? Dan had promised that it was in his contract that his team had full access to all of his information and everything they needed to do their jobs. But she’d missed a meeting and he was nearly late and that was supposed to be why she was there. She had to keep that going. If she didn’t then why was she there?

The evening was half a blur as the realisation she was being pushed out hit her. Security stopping her going up to Dan and Blake. The way McLaren acted in general. All of it. They were pushing her out and forcing her away and she couldn’t keep going like this. It wasn’t fair to her or to Dan if she couldn’t do her job.

“You ok?” Dan asked at dinner, watching her barely touched food.

“Yeah. I’m fine. Just been a long, long day. I’m tired.”

“We can go back soon.”

When they got back to the hotel room Em curled up beside him, feeling the warmth of his body around her and the way he pressed a soft kiss to her forehead before whispering goodnight. If this was her last race she was going to enjoy it.

Em was always the last one to get up in the morning. She was a night owl, getting up at seven because he had a race was the last thing she ever wanted to do. It was usually him waking her up with kisses and promises that he would bring her for food after that helped. Or early sleepy sex to wake her up. Both were fun for him.

But the bed was never empty at five in the morning. He could count on one hand how many times he’d woken up alone when they’d gone to bed together. The room was dark and silent, Em’s spot cold. She had to have been gone for more than a few minutes.

It took a few seconds for his vision to adjust to the quiet darkness and he slipped out of bed and searched for her. Her clothes were laid out where she’d left them the night before. Her shoes were there by the chair. She had to be either in the bathroom or the adjoining room that was hers in name only.

The worry in his gut turned to cold fear as he opened the bathroom door to discover her missing. His girl was gone and she had to be next door but why was she? What had she done to head to her room? It felt wrong. She should have been beside him. He eased open the adjoining door and spotted a ray of light spilling out from the bathroom. The fear eased. She was there, they could fix everything. It’d be fine. But her quiet sobs got louder as he padded across the carpeted floor to her. It was gut wrenching and painful and he pushed the door open to see his girl curled up on the floor beside the shower, her arms wrapped around her knees as she cried.

Em was in one of his oversized shirts - his in name only because he was pretty sure it was the shirt he’d given her over two years ago to help her sleep when he was travelling and she was still in London - hugging herself. Now that he was in the room her sobs were all encompassing and he had no idea how he didn’t hear her the second he woke up. She looked like a scared child, not the woman who shared his bed and his life and heart every day. This wasn’t the Em he knew.

She looked broken. He sat down beside her and pulled her into his arms, feeling how she tensed until she realised who he was. He wanted to hold her and fight against the world, but he needed to know which of her ghosts he was going to fight that night. But it felt like this time it was a whole haunted mansion. He pushed kisses against her forehead and rocked her gently, telling her how it was gonna be ok no matter what.

“I’m right here, Emmy, I promise. Whatever’s going on we can fix it. I promise. I’ll fix it for us.”

Her tears began to ease and he could look at her face. Her eyes were swollen and red, her cheeks flushed but the rest of her face so pale. He’d never seen her this bad before. She was shaking and trying to pull herself together and he knew she wasn’t gonna have the words to discuss what caused this for a few minutes.

“When you’re ready talk to me, ok? Whatever you need. But tell me what’s wrong so we can fix this. I’m worried about you.” His thumb wiped the tears from her cheeks, but he wasn’t quick enough to get them before more came. Slowly they eased and she could take breaths without sobbing. He kept rocking her until she was ready to speak.

“You need to get ready, D.” She went to get out of his arms but he held on and waited till she looked at him with an angry pout on her lips.

“I’m not going anywhere until we talk. There is nothing more important than you, Emmy. Nothing. You’re crying in the bathroom at five in the morning and you came in here so I couldn’t hear you. What’s going on, Wrinkles? Talk to me.” He stood up still carrying her, bringing her into the main hotel room and sitting on the bed. She was playing with the hem of her shirt nervously but Dan gave her time until she was ready to speak.

“I… Dan they’re pushing me away and they’re stopping me from doing my job. And if I can’t do my job at the track then I shouldn’t be travelling so why am I even here? There’s nothing for me to be here for.” He kept his face calm as she spoke, anger filling his veins. What the fuck.

“What are you talking about, Baby?”

“They didn’t want to let me in your room today. I went down for your tea and when I went to go back upstairs they didn’t let me. I snuck past when he was distracted. It’s why it was cold.”

“Who did that?”

“Some random security guard? I’ve never seen him before, I don’t know his name. He said it was drivers and support only and I wasn’t support.”

“I’ll find out who.” Or at least Blake would. He wasn’t letting them get away with this. He couldn’t.

“Danny they’re not letting me do anything. The meeting you nearly missed wasn’t on my calendar. I’m blocked out from everything and I don’t know what to do anymore. There’s no reason for me to be here now, but I don’t want to be away from all of you. I can’t lose you, Danny. I don’t want to be stuck alone and I don’t want them to keep us apart.” He could see the worry hitting her, and he held on, kissing her forehead while rubbing her back.

“You’re not going anywhere, Emmy. You’re not gonna lose me. I’m not letting you go anywhere you don’t want to without me. You’re the one who keeps us all sane and you can’t do that if you’re at home. When did all this start, Baby?”

“Hungary? Slowly but surely. Spa it was worse and Zandvoort was bad. I didn’t know how to talk to you and Blake about it. I thought maybe I could fix it.” She looked even more nervous, jumping as his phone alarm went off in their room.

“Just my alarm, it’s alright. You did nothing wrong Baby, you hear me? Nothing at all. I’m gonna talk to Blake and we’ll fix it. I promise you, you are perfectly fine and didn’t do anything wrong.”

“Thank you.” She went to stand up but Dan squeezed her tighter before letting go, kissing her cheeks to remove the trace of tears.

“Don’t thank me. You know, right?” He squeezed her hand as she stood.

“I know.” A watery smile filled her face. “I need to get ready, I think I need a shower to fix my face before I’m in public.”

“Grab one. I’m gonna run into Blake for a couple of minutes. Are you ok if I do?”

“I’ll be in the shower, don’t worry.”

“I will anyway. I’m gonna take my phone, if you need me call me and I’ll be back in two.” He made sure she was ok before he shrugged into a pair of sweatpants and a hoodie. He picked up his phone and key before heading out, grabbing Em’s iPad as he did. Blake was a couple of rooms away and answered the door looking tired and annoyed, hair sticking up. When he saw Dan’s face he calmed.

“What happened?”

“Inside. Now.” Blake let him in and Dan handed Em’s iPad over, her calendar open to today. There was practice and qualifying in it and that was it. He saw how Blake raised an eyebrow.

“What the fuck?”

“I heard her crying through the wall. She’s getting left out of everything.”

“I know you share a room, I’m not a fucking idiot.”

“She went back into hers.” He laid out the little information that Em had given him, comparing her calendar to Blake’s. The missing meetings, how she was kept away. Zak asking when he wanted his new assistant to start. Dan had to stay calm but Blake could be angry then.

“I’m getting a meeting before practice. She’s gonna be fine, Dan. She’s not going anywhere. We know this. It’s Em, she keeps us alive half the time. Go back, have a shower, we’ve got breakfast downstairs for eight and then we’ll go from there.”

Too much time had passed since he got up to find her, but Dan pushed himself to get ready and get his head in the game. It was going to be a busy, chaotic morning but Em came first. The four of them ate breakfast together and he watched as she barely ate her yogurt. He stood and went over to the buffet, coming back with a Nutella croissant and a hot chocolate to put in front of her. She never really ate when she was anxious so hopefully something would be better than nothing.

On the drive to the circuit he held Em’s hand. Blake drove, Michael in the front seat beside him. Nerves thrummed through his body as he linked fingers but Em kissed his hand and he relaxed. She was there. She was right there and it was all ok.

When they finally made it into the circuit Michael went to do some checks while the other three went to his driver’s room. Em sat there staring into space while Dan stretched out. Finally it was time to go down to Zak, Blake tapping his shoulder.

“Emmy we’re heading, ok? I’ll be back in a few. If you need anything call me.”

“I will.” She still looked nervous so he leaned over to peck her lips, smiling as they separated.

“It’s gonna be fine. I promised you. Focus on holiday plans, which beach are we going to first?” She smiled at him and nodded, safe in his room. Nobody was going to remove her from it, nobody was going to kick her out. She belonged there.

He went down the stair with Blake, ignoring the look that his friend gave him.

“So you and Em?”

“Nothing.”

“It didn’t look like nothing.”

“We’re nearly there.”

“Nearly?”

“I’m trying to make it work.”

“Mate, I’m saying this as someone who loves both of you. She loves you. Just tell her.”

“We’re nearly there.” By the time Dan spoke they were outside Zak’s office and he shook his head to end the conversation. A knock on the door and they were inside, Zak standing ready to end it.

“Guys can we talk later? I’m heading to a meeting, but after qualifying we can-“

“We’re talking now.” He sat down, watching how Zak sat too. Blake followed suit.

“What’s going on?”

“Why is Em being kept from my calendar and everything she’s supposed to be on? She’s been removed from everything. She’s not supposed to be removed. It’s in my contract. What’s going on?”

“I don’t-“

“Emma isn’t able to do her job. She’s missing things because you’ve been keeping her away from everything she needs. She needs access.” Blake took over and Dan was fine to let him, he ended it. He couldn’t keep himself calm for this. He let the words wash over him until Zak got his laptop up.

“We need to keep our information safe. Having someone not employed by McLaren affects this. It’s why we’ve been asking about getting you a new assistant.”

“And Blake has access to my calendar. He’s not employed by McLaren. I trust Em with everything, you need to trust her too.”

“Fine.”

It took another two minutes before Zak closed the laptop, looking at them. “She’s there. If we lose anything I will blame her for it.”

Dan stood and left, too angry to talk. He had to get into the car soon and he wasn’t going to let it affect him. He couldn’t. Em was most important.

Emmy was still sitting where he’d left her, staring into space. It was clear to him now how much this was affecting her, she hadn’t even opened her tablet and her makeup was heavier than he ever saw it. All he wanted to do was make it better for her and fix things. This he could fix. He could make this better for her. There wasn’t a whole lot he could always fix but this he could fix. She looked up at him when he arrived and Dan smiled.

“Check your calendar.”

It took all of ten seconds for her to see that everything was back in her calendar and he watched her relax into her seat. If Blake wasn’t there he’d have kissed her, but they both had jobs to do and practice was an hour away. It was squeezing her shoulder before he went downstairs to talk to Tom.

After practice it felt like things might go ok. He went over data and grabbed lunch before getting into a fresh race suit for qualifying. Like always Em was the last person he spoke to before he got into the car. She kissed the side of his helmet and smiled with a whispered “Go fast and be safe”.

For the first time in McLaren his qualifying felt like it went right. He got out of the car just six thousandths behind Lando. It was good. Em was grinning from the back of the garage with her headphones still on when he arrived in.

That evening as soon as he could get out he did, wanting nothing more than to get to bed. The early morning had done him in, and Em was dead on her feet. It was a quick dinner in hospitality and back to the hotel, Michael and Blake in the car with them again before going up to their rooms. He watched Emmy get changed and set out her clothes for the next day like she always did. Once they were curled up in bed he pulled her closer, desperate to hold onto her as tightly as he could.

“Apart from the obvious, how was today?” He couldn’t feel her tense up at least. That was a good sign.

“Weird. But ok. Blake was like my shadow today, I was beside him the whole day. There was a weird security guy who kept looking at us but other than that it was good.” Dan felt his stomach clench but he made himself stay calm. He’d noticed extra security but that couldn’t have been why. There was no way there was extra there for his Emmy. Not at all.

He watched her eyes close and her breathing even out, his thumb rubbing circles on her back. Three more nights after this. By this time Tuesday evening he’d have said everything, and Emmy would know all of it. The ring sitting in his bag would have a home on her finger. He had so many plans for them. He wanted to marry her over Christmas when they were in Perth, make it all official. She deserved every moment of happiness he could give her and this was the start of it.

Saturday arriving to the track was different. The security had definitely lessened, and coming in realising that it had was a kick in the teeth. But he had to concentrate and work, as much as he’d rather do anything else. Two days till they were on holiday. Two days. They could do it. He was gonna get a good result and decent points and then he and Emmy were going to Lake Como for a strictly clothing optional holiday and he couldn’t wait.

Practice was shit. There was no easy way around it, no way to make it sound better than it was. It fucking sucked and he hated that it did. He hated that every time he thought he was improving he wasn’t, that he was stuck in a tractor of a car that was worse than he was promised and maybe he’d made a mistake. Maybe he shouldn’t have left Renault, maybe he should have been in the blue and pink Alpine instead. Then the bullshit wouldn’t have happened.

The anger fuelled him as he made his way upstairs to his driver room. He was tired and pissed off and fed up. What he thought was a good decision for his career had fucked him and more importantly it had fucked Em over. He never wanted to see her like that again. Ever.

Emmy was sitting on the couch upstairs, her head jolting up as he arrived in wearing his race suit. Not even seeing her calmed him fully and he knew she could tell.

“What’s wrong?”

“Guess.” She stood up and he wrapped his arms around her, feeling himself ease up on everything. She was there and it was going to be ok.

“What do you need, Danny?”

“I don’t even know.”

“Ok, rephrase. What do you need from me? What do you need to get it out?” She leaned up and kissed him and Dan caught her lips, pushing her against the wall as they made out. She was perfect. Absolutely perfect. He could feel the way that she pushed against him, her hand gripping the back of his neck.

“I think I just need to fuck you against this wall, you know that? Make you scream and have the whole paddock know this is exactly where you belong. Right here with me. But I’ve to change and go to another fucking meeting. Much less fun than what I want.” He could see the way she shivered at his words and he completely knew if he moved his hands she’d be there with him. Instead he just watched her swallow and look up.

“I’m not saying no. I’m saying not here and now.”

“You deserve better than that.”

“Danny when we get back to the hotel I want you to push me against the wall and fuck me, understood?”

His brain short circuited. Emmy was asking him. Emmy. His Emmy who before was too afraid to tell him she hadn’t had an orgasm because when they started sleeping together she thought she’d be left high and dry without one. Asking him to fuck her exactly how she wanted with no thought for anything else? He was a lucky, lucky man.

“You are amazing.” He pecked her lips one last time before just holding her. He didn’t want to let go. He didn’t want to say goodbye and go to engineering and stretch out and everything. He wanted to spend time with his girl away from the world. But he changed his clothes and went downstairs, kissing Em goodbye before he left.

The meeting was boring, getting told to protect Lando off the starting line, as if there was no chance he could make it off himself. He’d won seven races, he could beat Lando off the start line. Even with this car. He knew he could. Finally it was time to start stretching and getting ready, Michael holding out tennis balls and helping him prep.

“You need to concentrate, you’ve got a good chance this weekend.” His trainers words were quiet but Dan could hear the full force of what he meant in them.

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“I mean you need to clear your head, mate. Worrying about Em isn’t gonna change anything.”

“Oh fuck you.” He stepped back, shaking his head while flapping his arms out to loosen them. “I’m focused on driving, that’s what matters. I have a life too.”

“I’m just saying.”

The pit lane was about to open and he stepped back, staying out of the camera view. Netflix were with them that weekend to make it worse and he had to keep a smile on his face when he didn’t want to. Em was at the stairs up to his driver room, smiling at him and quickly kissing his cheek.

“Drive fast, be safe, I’ll see you at the checkered flag. You’ve got this, Danny.” He squeezed her hand before letting go, desperate for the words to be right. It was going to happen. It had to.

Going back to the garage he zipped up his suit and ignored his name being called. Nobody spoke to him until he was in the car after Em did, it was his rule. As he stepped into the car the music changed to Stayin’ Alive, Dan looking around.

“This DJ should get fucking shot though!” He called out, staring at the team. Seriously? This bullshit again. But when he put his helmet on he forced it out of his head, determined not to hear it. He was gonna do this. He was gonna qualify well.

The start felt like a dream, and the fact that he kept going even with the touch with Pierre was important. Somehow he ended up behind Max and he wasn’t sure what had happened until Tom came over the radio.

“Good job Dan, P3. Lando’s just behind and will protect.”

Monza was fun to drive. Every moment of it was fun, the swooping curves and fast flowing corners leading to the straight where he let the throttle fly. He knew he wouldn’t beat Max, but that moment going around the parabolica knowing he was third was beautiful. The screaming of the fans, Tom congratulating him in his ear, he’d fucking done it. He’d come third in the sprint and yeah maybe it wasn’t an official podium but he’d done it and he could be proud of that. He had to be.

Seeing everyone cheering for him meant everything, Em standing with Blake’s arm around her grinning and he wanted to kiss her in front of the world. She was right there but he just grinned. It was everything.

After the interviews he was on his way back to the garage when Max stopped him with a wide smile. The paddock had cleared and it wasn’t unusual for them to walk together.

“I’m going to fight you, but if you get the start I’ll hold Lewis back.” Dan stopped and stared at the younger man, raising an eyebrow.

“Max, what?”

“If you beat me. Only if, and I’m going to fight for it. But if you do I’ll hold Lewis off for you to get the win. We both know you’re good enough for it.” Max smiled and Dan replied with one, looking at his former teammate. Sometimes he regretted leaving Red Bull more than he could ever admit. It was the right move to spread his wings, but he missed the support he used to have.

“Don’t tell Christian you said that.”

“Christian would be glad if you won and I came second. Better if I win and you come second, but he still likes you. Stop by some time, Daniel. You won’t be run away unless you try to look at our data.”

“Ah Maxy, you know me too well!” He grinned and turned into his garage, immediately welcomed by applause and cheering. It had really happened, and it was glorious.

After a stupid number of meetings and discussions they were finally ready to leave. Em was tired, her feet trudging alongside him until he bent down.

“C’mon, hop up.”

“What?” She asked, Dan indicating for her to get on his back.

“The paddock is empty, nobody’s around. Piggyback to the car, c’mon.” She held on and he walked down while talking to Michael and Blake, Em pushing a kiss to the back of his neck every few steps. He knew she knew what she was doing and he squeezed the back of her thighs, making his girl tense slightly as they walked. It wasn’t long back to the hotel and heading to bed to relax. Or in his case get all of the adrenaline out of his system.

They didn’t even do the mock of having Em go into the room that was supposed to be hers, instead he pulled her into their room, bags dropped just inside the door as it was kicked shut. Em was right there with him, her arm around him until he pinned her against the bathroom door. It was his hand in her hair to pull her head back as he trailed kisses along her jaw. It held her still as his knee split her legs and ran up to push the seam of her jeans against her. She gasped into their kiss as he held onto her.

“What did I promise you I was gonna do tonight?”

“F-fuck me against the wall.” Her words were gasps as his free hand was everywhere, teasing and pinching. It was easy to get her shirt off, exposing the pretty blue sheer lace bra. He couldn’t help himself, bending down to lick at her nipple through the barely there fabric.

“Danny…please…” she groaned and he loved every noise she made. Clothes went everywhere as he lifted her up, pulling the matching underwear down and settling her onto the barely used desk. Her legs were spread as he stood between them, sucking marks into her skin while he made his way to his ultimate destination.

Any man who wouldn’t eat his girl out was a coward as far as Dan was concerned. It was one of his favourite things to do. Em’s hair running through his curls and pulling on them, his fingers and lips and tongue working to bring her to the edge. If he was feeling particularly mean he’d leave her right there for a few moments and watch his girl beg him to move.

Tonight though he wanted to ruin her. He wanted to leave her boneless and well fucked and knowing that he was the one who did this with her. He’d leave it all behind if it meant that his Emmy was happy and he was going to slowly prove that to her.

It didn’t take long for him to feel her first orgasm come up, Em grabbing his hair and biting her lip as he took his mouth away to look up at her.

“I want to hear you. I’m the one who makes you feel like this, let me hear you. C’mon.” Her moans got louder as he dove back in, his fingers hitting the spot he knew was her everything. Once he was satisfied with the hickey he’d bitten into her inner thigh Dan moved back to her clit. He kept licking at her clit while she came, desperate to taste everything he could. It was just them in that hotel room and he was desperate for everything.

When Emmy finally stopped shaking he stood up, watching how she was flushed down her chest. She was absolutely fucking perfect.

“You ok, Baby?” He asked, leaning in to kiss her and hold onto her.

“I’m good. I promise. But you promised me a wall, Mr Ricciardo. Gonna make good on your promise?” She was grinning up at him and Dan stood, pulling her off the desk and her legs wrapping around his hips. His lips met with hers as he got them to the wall, pushing Em against it to give them more support. His fingers grabbed her hips as he finally slid into her, watching as Em looked up at him with wide eyes.

“All mine, Emmy. You’re all mine and I’m gonna make sure you know it.” His hips set a blistering pace against her and he watched as her fingers slid to where they were joined, feeling the way she tightened around him as between his pace and her fingers she came to another orgasm. She was harder to hold up after this one, tiredness taking over but he needed another.

“Third place today so I want to see three orgasms. Can you do it for me? Gonna give me that third so I can see my pretty girl? You can do it Baby, I’ve got you.”

Instead of keeping her there he took steps back towards the bed, still inside Em as he set them down carefully. His girl was right there in his lap riding him and she felt so perfect. He watched her move her hips carefully, suddenly realising how hard he’d been pushing her. There was the start of marks and bruises along her boobs and stomach and Dan moved his hand away, looking at her.

“I’m good. Danny, I’m good, I promise. If I wasn’t I’d have told you to stop. But you told me you were gonna fuck me hard against the wall and I wanted it. And right now I want you to tell me what you like.”

He looked into Em’s eyes and saw the absolute truth of what she was saying, even though part of his brain didn’t fully get it. They were rough, they’d go further kink wise than they intended sometimes, but not like this much. He knew Emmy could see the unsureness in his face and he watched as she picked up his hand and put it at her neck. It was their favourite thing in bed, and he used the feeling of comfort he knew it gave her to keep going. If she wasn’t sure she’d have called red and stopped him.

“Gonna be my good girl? Gonna let me watch you ride me and put on a show? Is that what my Emmy wants to do tonight?” He didn’t have to thrust, his hand keeping Em steady and feeling her move under him. She looked so perfect like that, chest bouncing as he watched her fuck herself on him. His perfect Emmy. He was so close to blurting everything out but not now, not till they were alone. He couldn’t do it during sex that was just cruel. He needed to do it when they had no distractions.

“Please Danny. Please. Make me feel good.”

“Such a greedy girl for me. Do you deserve another orgasm? Are you my good girl who gets another?” She nodded desperately as she bounced up and down, Dan pulling her lips closer to him.

“What are you, Emmy? Tell me and we’ll see.”

“I’m yours. All yours, Danny. You’re the only one who makes me feel this good. Please let me feel good.”

He could never deny her, pulling her in for a kiss as his fingers went straight to her clit. Between his thrusts, her bouncing, and his fingers she came in less than a minute, Dan following her straight over. He held her as aftershocks went through her body, Em’s head buried in his shoulder while he rubbed her back, unwilling to slip out of her. That meant the moment was gone and he wanted every second of it. He wanted Emmy in all the ways that he could have her. He was so fucking far gone it terrified him. But he was so blissfully happy.

Eventually they had to move, Dan pushing a soft kiss to her forehead as she lifted off him. He hurried to the bathroom to wet a cloth before coming back to clean Emmy up. She was pouting as he did and he couldn’t help but press a kiss to her to wipe it off her face before she went into the bathroom. While she was gone it was a quick call to room service for a strawberry pana cotta and a small cheesecake to be delivered. Dan slipped a robe on to answer the door, clearing their clothes away. He was delighted that he hadn’t actually ripped Em’s underwear getting them off her. One good thing.

When there was a knock on the door he answered with a smile and took the plates while giving a tip. Just as he had them settled on a table Em came out of the bathroom, showered with her hair tied up.

“You doing ok?” He asked, pulling her in for a kiss and running his hands over her.

“Yeah. I think I need some cuddles though.”

“And sugar. I got you dessert. Don’t tell anyone about my cheesecake.”

He shared his cheesecake with her and got bites in return before they curled up in bed together. He didn’t know how, but somehow she was fast asleep against him in about an hour. Emmy’s breathing evened out and he watched her sleep as the bruises he’d left on her chest were darkening. She always grinned every time she spotted a new mark he’d left on her and he hoped this time was the same. Whatever magic was there he didn’t want it to end. But sleep came calling and he had a race to drive the next day.

Em was the one who woke him up the next morning. Her kisses were nicer than his alarm clock, Dan’s hands immediately on her back and pulling her up. He heard her groan, opening his eyes to look at her.

“You ok?”

“Yeah, just sore. It’s good sore, Danny. I promise.” He raised an eyebrow and she laughed. “Honestly. I’m fine. You worked me good last night and every part of it was perfect.” She leaned down to kiss him and Dan smiled into the kiss, chasing Emmy’s lips as she got up.

“You need to shower and I need to get dressed. C’mon Mister Front Row, it’s going to be great. I have faith in you.”

That was all he needed to hear to get out of bed. It was one last kiss to Em before he went into the bathroom to shower. He nearly convinced her for five more minutes of cuddling before they had to get ready but he didn’t get away with it. Instead he showered while she got ready, putting on a McLaren shirt and jeans to be dressed. Once he was done he came out to find Emmy ready to go and he stopped in his tracks.

She was in skinny jeans and vans like usual, but every single part of her dripped his. Her three necklace hanging from her neck, the earrings with three stars he bought her. Her entire outfit was clothes he’d given her as presents and he was nearly sure if he checked her underwear was too. She was a dream and did he really have to leave for the track? It’d be fine to do the race without him. Who’d care?

Instead he pulled her in for a hug and a murmured “thank you” to Em, looking as she smiled up at him.

“For what?”

“For being you and amazing. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Walking into the circuit felt different that morning and he didn’t know why. Things were good and he was going to do his best. He was going to be on that podium no matter what. He could do it.

The time before getting in the car was a blur. He had no idea. He wanted to soak in the moments but he couldn’t, he was focusing on driving. He could drive this place blindfolded. He could do it.

Putting on his suit and boots he took a deep breath before heading downstairs. Em caught him just before he went into the garage. It was another kiss on the cheek and telling him to be fast and safe, but Dan kissed her properly for the briefest of seconds.

“You’ve got this. I’m gonna see you at that barrier.”

He walked in and picked up his balaclava to put it on before getting in the car. But before he could step in Zak caught him, an arm around his shoulder. Nobody ever did that. Emmy was the last person he talked to before he got in the car, always. She was his good luck charm. Even Michael knew not to talk to him when Em had talked to him. He’d get in and connect his earbuds for the radio and then he’d talk to Tom.

“Good luck. It’d be good to have a trophy to show around the MTC on Tuesday along with that medal, wouldn’t it?”

“Tuesday?” His blood ran cold.

“Yeah, we need to celebrate your sprint medal. Did Nicole from PR not tell you yet? Full day in the MTC then. Your calendar was empty so it looked good.”

His calendar was empty because they’d removed Em from access. Without his girl there to block the days out then its looked free. Which meant that their vacation was gone because he had to be in fucking Woking instead.

“See you at the flag!” He wanted to punch Zak’s fucking face. He was so angry he wanted to scream. But instead he got into the car, settling down and putting his helmet on and connecting it to his HANS. The radio connected in while the guys strapped him into place and he had the go ahead to bring the car to the grid. Bring it in, get out, let everything happen.

He had to blank his mind out. It’s was the visualisation crap that Michael beat into his head that he kept going with.

Finally it was the anthems and he bopped along to the Italian one, the texts of good luck from his parents floating in the back of his head.

Waiting for the lights to go out was terrifying. Seeing the five red lights made him nearly forget everything that he’d known for so long, but as soon as they blinked off he was gone. Never ask him how he made it around those first corners but pretty soon he was leading the fucking race.

It was the fastest race of his life. The only time he worried was when the safety car backed everyone up after Max and Lewis crashed, the realisation that he didn’t have Max backing things up worrying him. But he forced himself to stay calm and pushed through, Tom giving him advice on the radio. It was obvious Lando had been ordered not to attack but Dan didn’t care, too focused on making it to the flag.

“YEAH P1! You bloody did it!” Tom was celebrating over the radio, Dan screaming his lungs out. He did it. He fucking did it. Fastest lap and first place and fuck it he did it.

“Deep down I knew this was gonna come, so…thanks. Thanks for having my back. And for anyone who thought I left, I never left. Just moved aside for a while.”

Pulling into that beautiful number one podium spot felt so sweet. He won. He actually won. It took a moment to realise what was happening as he shut the car off, pulling the steering wheel out and standing atop the halo. He fucking did it.Em was there at the barrier, sandwiched between Blake and Michael and he could see tears streaming down his girl’s face in pride and he grinned behind the helmet before tapping his chest three times, watching as she realised.

The jog to the team was sweet, jumping into them in celebration. He hugged Michael and Blake before Em wrapped her arms around him. All he wanted to do was pull his helmet off and kiss her in front of everyone but that wasn’t fair. He couldn’t. So instead he let go and realised she’d been FaceTiming his parents for the race. He took off his helmet and grinned at the camera, a murmured “I love you” escaping before he got pulled back to be weighed and interviewed by DC, a grin on the Scot’s face and the promise of a drink at some point once the cameras were switched off.

He was on the podium. On the top step in Monza. He’d done that and it was a heady feeling to be back up there, the Tifosi cheering because while he might not be a Ferrari driver he was half Australian and for them that was a big moment.

The chaos of interviews and discussions and debriefs and eating were constant, he didn’t have a second to himself for hours. It wasn’t until nearly nine that they were finally done, Zak sending him away to get changed before the party that had been hastily organised for the team in celebration. He bounded up the stairs two at a time, spotting Em in the room before she’d even realised he was there. She stood, grinning and pulling him in for a kiss.

“I am so proud of you. So fucking proud of you. You did that and you proved it to everyone and you are amazing. Well done, Danny.” He pulled her for a hug, pressing a kiss to the top of her head as he got the courage to say that they had to cancel everything.

“I need to get in touch with the villa to-“

“I called them earlier to cancel. Turns out the owner is a F1 fan and had put two and two together for when you rented it and your surname. He said congratulations and to call back whenever to rent it out again, there’s no problem. And I cancelled the flight back from Milan to London on Friday. Anything else you need?”

To tell her that he’s completely in love with her. But Emmy deserved better than that. She deserved better than when he was still sweaty after a race because he’d only had a rinse off shower to get the champagne off. She deserved a big gesture, but one somewhere private because if he did it in public she’d be too embarrassed. Just because this plan was ruined didn’t mean it was all bad.

Maybe Austin, the two of them in a city they loved. They were staying back an extra night or two to enjoy it. Or at the farm over Christmas when they got to go home together. After a day of seeing their family. That would be the right way to tell Emmy everything. He’d get down on one knee in their living room with her ring and she’d say yes, he knew her.

“You know, right?” His voice was thick. The tears he wanted to let out were close but he couldn’t start crying or he wouldn’t stop.

“I know. You know too?”

“I really know. C’mon. There’s a party in a couple of hours, let’s go change and shower and maybe nap for an hour.”

He pulled a clean shirt on before picking up his bag, holding his hand out for Emmy to take. At that time of night the paddock was deserted and he didn’t care who saw. If he didn’t get to tell his girl everything this week then he definitely got to hold her fucking hand leaving. He didn't care about the McLaren cameras in his face. He'd already had to give up enough with her this weekend, they didn't get this too.

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So previous part here

Danny’s adoption as far as GZ in concerned requires Plas to indergo some trials to prove himself as Danny—debated between being the Future King or exalted as the Will of the Infinite—‘s majority caretaker on the mortal side.

A mentorship is one thing—parenthood is taken far more seriously. Especially for a traumatized child ghost.

So, premise aside, lets begin!

Phantom had been beaming for a while. Everyone knew that. Between the JL spot and having a mentor, Amity “Mittens” Park knew her guard was more content than he’d been in a long, long time.

The city spirit was proud for him. Few kept their cool when it came three ancients appearing on their doorstep.

Her guard had chosen his mortal fright well. Between Undergrowth’s High Priestess and the Pharaoh reincarnation his choice of peers, though limited, was good… but he lacked suitable guiding presences.

There is only so much Amity can do herself. She’s not quite physical enough to manifest, no idea to form her base around. And she is not mortal, so how could she ever help?

As the witness to her guard’s life and death, her vote would hold the most sway, regardless of the Trials’ outcome.

Her wonderful guard found himself a father, she would see that this bond is acknowledged.

Nerves flooded Phantom’s form again. He twisted his tail around Plas’ arm and held Cujo close to his chest.

The JL light side hadn’t caught the implications of his potential adoption. They didnt have the whole story on Danny’s place in the Infinite’s pecking order…

Plas does.

Unfortunately, so does the JL Dark. Which is why Plas was checking over anything he should prepare for them by customs and for the usual rites for Living adopting a “Curtain Child” as Constaintine’s text dubbed Danny and his cohorts.

He’s not sure if he should just… ignore the scholarly term for his kind or not. On one hand, he’s been calling himself a halfa since he stopped saying he was a living boy with ghost powers. He’s hyperliminal—functionally dead on command, as far as Yeti were concerned atleast. He straddles the line of liminal and death, while remaining a living being. Three for one deal and passable as all three and not at once.

Halfas aren’t super rare naturally so much as exterminated en masse in the past, and the word for ‘too dead to be liminal’ that survived was, well, halfa. the slur used to justify genocide.

But his alternative was hyperliminal (which he barely qualifies as given he transforms and liminals just exist as ‘merged’ with the opposite natural state (be it mortal side or infinite) and the bucket of issues of using the wrong medical term as a species indicator. Or “Curtain Child” which. No.

Where was he? Oh right, finding Plas before the Trials and his death day and the ‘clock’ starts.

“Patro?” Danny began as he flew into the room.

Zatanna’s eyebrows shot up. Constantine turned to him slowly. Deadman was too happy for Danny’s taste—the off-ecto leaving a sickly sweet-bitter blend in the back of his throat.

“You good kiddo?” Plastic man ran a hand though Danny hair while Danny looped his tail around his arm.

He leaned into it.

“Just nerves. Mittens already approved, but Grandfather can be… intense. So can Auntie Dora, and Nocturne is a wild card on a good day… those three claim parental fright rights and all over me and my dumbass agreed before i understood since i was new and Ember and Kitty and Johnny didnt know i didnt know and—“

Plasticman hummed louder than usual, glancing at his phone and opening one of those boring adult apps Danny can’t be bothered with at the moment.

Patro whistled. “No wonder, why don’t we head back home? Ellie and most of your fright will be there.”

Danny made a small noise of protest, but let his Patro lead the way to the zeta tubes.

“Your doctor said if you can’t be in your usual haunt for this, you should at least be in your nest back home, before the symptoms get worse.”

Danny huffed, looking about the stars. He wanted to fly among them but Patro said not until after his Death Day and they can see the affects.

So two days.

Basically forever.

—

Jazz raised an eyebrow at Ellie, Sam and Tucker. All flopped down in Danny’s “not a nest” of blankets and star projection lamp.

The stray cacti pots and tech were not unnoticed.

Not were Ellie’s pictures of her travels.

Jazz put bearert and danny old lego starships in before he got back.

“Any preferences on what disaster smoothies we give Danny?” Jazz began. “He’s not allowed chocolate during this time—and we cant give him caffeine so no teas, energy drinks and coffee…which Nasty Shake horrors are we unleashing?”

“Lunchlady already swung by with some sandwhiches,” Penny answered from the hallway.

Jazz opened and shut her mouth, forgetting that she didnt need to be in charge of things this time.

They have reliable adults.

Weird.

Good weird, but still weird.

“That covers ecto food, not what he needs on the living side,” Sam answered while typing away on her phone. “Best Red agreed to watch Amity for the week solo and send any updates of GIW and Fenton activity.”

Patrick slipped in with an anxious, seven tailed Danny in ghost form.

“And Technus is in their tech, so he’s having a blast destroying their mainframe and plans.”

“Good for him.” Patrick herded Danny into his blanket nest.

“Patro,” Danny huffed, looking to his frightmates for help.

“Oh no, your dad, your problem, remember?”

“Don’t make one excuse for you when you got caught hacking sulker and this is what i get?”

“Yep.”

“Some best friend,” danny grumbled, rubbing his arm as he began to burrow under a galaxy blanket and turned on his lamp.

Patrick turned off the lights.

“So as the lead of in best friend olympics—“

“Hey!”

“—i say we plot our revenge. Jazz, Ellie, you two dont have to join but we will accept suggestions.”

Jazz smiled as Danny relaxed, skin bursting with nebula freckles more puddle than person.

—

Patrick isn’t dumb.

He knows he’s being tested by the gods the second he closes the door.

He has to get the Master of Time, the Guardian of Hope and Sleep Soother(? He’s still not sure what title to use for this flavor or sandman) to approve during a trial each of then get to run.

He smiles at Penny before time freeze and the cursed Eyeballs nab him and complain about him ignoring procedure and blah blah blah.

Do they ever get tired of hearing themselves talk?

He doesnt think so…

A familiar council appear before him, for once less riddled with the eyeballs of bureaucratic nonsense and attempted murder. On one side a too familiar yeti waved enthusiastically at him from the side, while the horned cosmos man next to him flopped onto the table unmoving.

On the other side there was a familiar set of armor on an excitable giant who should be on Danny-Sitting a week after his death day. his least favorite trickster had the same grin on that meant Plas would be refereeing Dan and Danny’s “visits” where Dan chose to be a menace about fixing paradoxes and demanded Danny ask more questions while Danny just… did as the weird ageshifter asked before stealing another batch of cookies for himself and hoarding them from his frightmates.

The blue four armed lady in the middle clapped her hands together, waking up the other occupants in the room.

Plas still wasnt sure if said being was related to Wonder Woman or not. both were (sort of) daughters of Zeus but something about dead one being made from all the greek gods available? He tries not to think about it, and roll with the Infinite’s insanity.

“Welcome Plasticman,” a four armed woman began. “We have gathered here to test you to your limits and judge your worthiness as our little star and his moonbeam’s mortal-side parent.”

“Told you we should have tested the first ones,” grumbled the horned man. “Their subconscious was a hot mess and we all know what they turned his holidays into.”

The armor suit made disgruntled sounds on the side, grabbing for a dimension dumping sword.

“Danny was not ready,” the trickster stated. “If he was to leave his caregivers, it will always have to be on his own terms. Especially given his core’s state.”

“He would have accepted it if you let me have Jazz bring up the idea sooner,” Nocturne complained, turning to Clockwork’s child state with a scowl.

“But no. Not part of the plan. Like all your plans actually work out Mr. time madness”

“I have it under control.”

“For the moment,” Frostbite added in. “But you have relapsed before, and now the Great One acts as the counter and has lessened the load.”

“You’re forgetting my second ward.”

“We dont speak of him when it is not a matter of his parole,” Pandora interupted. “Especially when we are here to be certain that Danny is not allowing another, what was that word he like to use to describe the other halfa?”

“Fruitloop,” everyone else chimed in.

“… yes. To ensure no kore fruitloops and otherwise unfit parental figures are able to mistreat, neglect or abuse Danny and Danielle.”

“So, do i need a number 2 pencil for the test, or is it trial by combat or,” Plas listed off absently, watching the five carefully.

“We have each designed a trial or test of our own design. You will begin now.”

Next here

So, any ideas for the trials Plas has to go through?

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megxplryxb · 2 years

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Bite Me...

*Note* Hey everyone, sorry for the lack of posts lately, i've been really sick and feeling crap but started to write this on Halloween night and only finished it now. Also, Green with Envy pt. 2 is almost finished so bare with me. Anyway, enjoy your weekend beautiful people <3

Warnings: Smut at the end because we all love smutty Steve.

Pairings: Steve Harrington fem!reader

Disclaimer: I do not take any credit for gifs used.

The sound of children’s laughter and excitement echoed loudly through your usually quiet neighbourhood as Halloween night was finally upon the town of Hawkins, Indiana. You smiled, looking out your bedroom window to see an army of kids hyped up on sugar, running all over the leaf filled streets with their flashlights, knocking on doors, dressed up as monsters and superheroes trying to get as much loot as they could before darkness completely covered the skies and their parents ordered them to call it a night.

Halloween had been your personal favourite holiday ever since you were a little girl, running around trick or treating with your friends, collecting as much candy as you could in your costume of choice for that year, secretly watching horror movies with your older brothers’ to end the evening while your parents were out at some gathering. Now that you were older however, trick or treating had been traded for drinking and partying but the dressing up tradition had always remained firmly intact for you and your friends.

Music blared from the radio on your bedside locker as you added the finishing touches to the vampire outfit you were wearing to Steve Harrington’s Halloween bash at his parents house. Two fake puncture wounds on the side of your neck, eye make up dark and glittery as your mouth featured a pair of plastic fangs. Your usual straight hair now full of long loose curls, black tights matching the colour of your short skirt. Cleavage much fuller than normal as the purple corset top hugged your chest tightly making your boobs spill over the edge ever so slightly. You’d be lying if you said you hadn’t intended on looking a tiny bit slutty tonight, thankful your parents had already long gone to their own Halloween activities to notice what you were wearing.

The beep outside signalled to you that Jonathan had arrived and was waiting patiently outside. The second and continuous beep, signalled to you that he had already picked up Eddie Munson who was not being so patient and wanted you out of the house immediately. You rolled your eyes at your friend’s immaturity, bending down to the mirror on your dressing table, applying the dark shade of lipstick before grabbing your purse and heading out the front door.

“Come on sweetheart, we should be drunk al—SWEET JESUS” Eddie cried, hanging out the car window, stunned as you walked towards your friends, finally getting in to the back seat beside the long haired boy.

“You look amazing!” Nancy squealed excitedly. “You guys do too, you’re really pulling off the blonde wig Nance!” You complimented as Nancy smiled sweetly. She had her and Jonathan’s costumes picked out since the middle of summer, deciding to go as Sandy and Danny from Grease as it was her favourite movie. Jonathan easily agreeing to it once she was happy.

“I know I’m not supposed to say things like this to one of my best friend’s but fuck you look smokin’ hot.” Eddie drooled, eyes glued to your cleavage. He was dressed as some up and coming musician called Slash and swore that this guy was going to be the next up and coming rockstar.

“Eddie can you not be a perv for five minutes?” Nancy pleaded.

“Eyes up here at all times Munson.” You ordered, pointing to your face as he shook his head to focus. “Yes, ma’am.” He joked as you shouldered him playfully.

“Wonder what Harrington is going as this year.” Jonathan quizzed as everyone else shrugged. You knew Steve was dressing as Joel Goodsen from Risky Business, he had showed you the costume two days ago while you lay naked in his bed after another round of mind blowing sex. But that was a secret you had both been keeping from your friends for the last couple of months, because tonight while pretending to be a bloodsucking creature of the night, you also had to pretend that you weren’t in a relationship with one, Steve Harrington.

You weren’t exactly sure when your feelings for Steve had changed from platonic to romantic, maybe those feelings had always been there deep down but you knew something had definitely shifted between you after getting trapped in that Russian elevator back at the Starcourt mall. The way he intertwined his fingers with yours as you sat on the cold floor trying to come up with a plan to get out of there, the way you rested yourself on his shoulder while his hand sat on your thigh, the fact that you had almost kissed while the others were sleeping until Dustin let one rip and pulled you back to reality again, both of you bursting in to quiet fits of laughter. You could see how much Steve had matured by the way he protected you from the Russian guards when they held you captive while Robin, Dustin and Erica had escaped to get help. It was he who took the beatings when they looked for information that neither of you could give, drugging you both in the hopes that someone would let something slip. The only thing Steve let slip in his drugged up state though, was his regret of not getting to kiss you back in the elevator, a regret you silently agreed with.

Neither of you brought it up again after the drugs had worn off and the mind flayer had been defeated. You decided to take Max under your wing after losing her brother and Steve was busy job hunting with Robin after the mall had all but burned to the ground. When you did find yourselves together however, either alone or with the others, you were certain there was a spark between you that neither had noticed before. Things stayed that way for several months, you and Steve being drawn to each other, finding reasons to touch or be near the other, it was something unspoken between you but you both knew it was there. Then, like clockwork, strange things started to occur in Hawkins once more with Chrissy Cunningham mysteriously dying, followed by Fred Benson days later. It didn’t take the group long to figure out another battle was on the horizon.

The battle with Vecna felt darker and more personal than it ever had before. The creature playing on people’s fears and weaknesses, taking pleasure in causing so much terror and pain and for the first time, you weren’t sure it was a fight that you and the others could win. You were fearful for the younger teens safety, hating that they were once again in danger but you all promised to see it through to the end one way or the other.

The night before the final fight, you found yourself at Steve’s house, both realising that if you were going to die, you wanted to spend your last night in the presence of the other. It had become a common theme, finding comfort in each other’s company every time your little town was on the brink of total destruction. Sharing a bottle of whiskey from his parents drinks cabinet, sitting on his living room floor, backs against the couch, listening to music as you talked about all the things you hadn’t gotten to do in life up to that moment. You weren’t sure how it happened or who had initiated it but suddenly your lips were on Steve’s, hands lost in hair, clothes torn off and desperate words being whispered in to each other’s ears. Something that had started out fast and frenzied became slow and passionate, as realisation set in that it might have been your first and last night together. Feelings that had been hidden away for the better part of a year, now out in the open, bodies aching to feel anything other than fear and the next morning you woke in Steve’s bed, laying across his chest as he held you close.

It had been the best night of your life.

Now months later, Vecna was dead and you and Steve were finally a proper couple, although no one else knew that yet. The two of you had been enjoying your time together in secret, getting to know one another better before telling everyone else about your relationship. You knew they’d all be ecstatic, especially Dustin and Max but neither of you were ready to answer any questions yet. So instead, you snuck around like naughty teenagers, trying to steal moments with each other whenever possible and you had to admit, it was pretty fun.

You knew Steve would both love and hate your Halloween costume. He had begged you to tell him what you were going as, pleading with you not to look too revealing as he’d spend all night trying to hide an awkward hard on, knowing he couldn’t touch you without blowing your cover. He should never have told you that because you had made it your job to find the most scandalous clothing possible, wanting to make him suffer.

Jonathan pulled up, parking on the side of the street as you all emptied out of the car. “m’lady” Eddie bowed, offering his hand to help you out, you gladly accepting. “Who said chivalry was dead?” You teased as he winked at you, walking towards the door. Nancy’s soft knock was met by a sneer from Eddie. “Nance, just walk in. No one’s gonna hear your knock with the music that loud.” Jonathan muttered.

“No, Jonathan it’s rude to just walk in to someone’s house!” She argued.

“It’s Steve, I don’t think he’ll be offended.” You laughed. “You’re all wasting valuable drinking time!”. Eddie groaned, finally shuffling by everyone to open the door. The house was already packed with people as you made your way in to find your boyfriend and Robin. Your best friend had also been roped in to help Steve for the better part of two days, cleaning, decorating and shopping for drinks and food for the party, both of you taking over the duties when Steve went to work at the video store. Eventually, you found them both in the kitchen, talking to a bunch of people over a couple of drinks and you couldn’t help but bite your lip seeing Steve in his sunglasses, something about it just made you weak, thoughts immediately turning dirty in your mind.

“You’re here!” Robin gasped, noticing you first as Steve’s attention was pulled from his current conversation to look at you, jaw almost hitting the floor when he saw you. You tried your best to keep your focus on Robin but you couldn’t help notice the lust in his eyes as you mentally undressed each other.

“I know, sorry we’re a bit late, we had to stop at the store for cigarettes for Eddie and then Jonathan forgot his jacket and—”

“I wanna say I’m hearing you but I’m way too distracted by your boobs.” Robin teased as you let out a laugh. “Robin!” You cried, blushing slightly at your friend who was dressed as Carrie, and weirdly pulling it off.

“I’m sorry! It’s just I’ve never seen them so on show before, I don’t know why you don’t show them more often, you have very nice boobies and I’m going to stop talking before Vickie gets here and I get in to trouble.”

“Buckley, stop perving on your best friend.” Steve joked as Robin shoved him playfully. “I’m just complimenting her boobies dingus, girls are allowed to do that sort of thing.” Robin defended.

“Well maybe you should go compliment your girlfriend’s boobies instead because she just walked in the front door.” Steve said encouraging Robin towards the hallway. “Oh, look how cute she looks! I’ll be back in a second.” Robin squealed, running to greet her girlfriend, leaving you and Steve alone as he handed you a red cup full of beer.

“So can I compliment your boobies too or is that weird?” He whispered in a teasing voice. “I’d be highly offended if you didn’t, Harrington.” You flirted back, taking a sip of your drink as he took in the view before him, removing his glasses, placing the temple in his mouth to inspect you further. “Jesus Christ, you’re too fucking hot in that outfit.” He groaned, practically drooling all over the place.

“You’re looking pretty hot yourself, Stevie.” You grinned as he stopped himself from moving closer.

“How am I gonna last the night with you looking like that huh?” He whispered desperately in your ear before the others joined you back in the kitchen.

“What are you guys talking about?” Eddie asked suspiciously as you and Steve both looked at each other…”Boobies.” You said in unison as Eddie laughed excitedly.

“My kind of conversation.”

An hour or so had past and you were back in the kitchen after having danced with Nancy, Robin and Vickie, sitting on the counter top with another drink in hand.

“I think Steve’s seeing someone.” Robin stated, stuffing her face with nachos as you tried not to spit your beer all over the floor.

“What makes you say that?” You asked nervously, looking over at Steve who was sat on the couch in deep conversation with Jonathan and Eddie.

“Well, besides the huge hickey he had on his neck in work last week, he’s not flirting with the customers which is totally unlike him and he hasn’t been on a date in like months. Haven’t you noticed?” Robin asked.

“I guess I haven’t.” You shrugged, avoiding eye contact with her.

“Has he said anything to you?” She questioned as you shifted uncomfortably.

“No, why would he? You’re his best friend, you see him more than I do and I’m sure if he was seeing someone, he’d tell you first.” You assured, feeling slightly guilty for lying to her.

“I don’t know, I mean, I’d really love to meet her if she does exist because he’s been really happy lately, happier than I’ve ever seen him.” Robin revealed smiling at you as you smiled back, heart fluttering at her words about Steve. You weren’t quite sure if she was trying to hint at something but you were thankful when Vickie interrupted the conversation, dragging her girlfriend back to the dance floor again.

A couple of hours past and the party was still in full swing, drinks were flowing, music playing, people dancing and making out. You had just beaten Eddie in beer pong, the two of you deciding to take a couple of shots afterwards for good measure but now you were starting to feel a little light headed, deciding to sneak outside to Steve's back yard for some air.

"Boo." Your boyfriend whispered huskily, wrapping his strong arms around you, nuzzling in to your neck.

"Steve, someone could walk out here at any second!" You giggled, turning to face him.

"What kind of boyfriend would I be if I left you out here all alone huh? Lot's of creepy people out tonight just looking to take advantage of an innocent girl." He teased, as you let his hands roam your body, your arms sliding around his neck. "Is that so?"

"Mmhmm." He nodded, grinning at you.

"Oh Stevie, I think you're underestimating your girlfriend." You flirted, walking slowly to the side of Steve's house, curling your finger, signalling for him to follow you.

"And why is that princess?" He asked licking his lips, catching up to you as you grinned cheekily at him, lifting your skirt ever so slightly to slowly pull your black lace thong down around your ankles before removing them completely, throwing them at your boyfriend.

"Because I'm not very innocent at all."

"Holy shit...." He swallowed, putting a hand through his hair, unable to get any words out of his mouth.

"Steve Harrington lost for words...that's gotta be a first." You smirked, biting your lip as he stared lustfully at you.

Steve had never seen you like this before, usually it was he who would take control, initiate the flirting or the foreplay but here you stood, so bold, so brazen, full of confidence, absolutely radiating sex and fuck, it was turning him on.

"Do you have any idea what you're doing to me right now?" He groaned, closing the space between you, backing you in to the wall. Steve took your hand, placing it on his already hardened cock, priding yourself on your ability to arouse him that quick. "You see what you do to me huh? The way your fuckin' dressed, fuck i've been staring at you all night, just want to ruin you." He whispered.

"I want that too." You moaned, feeling his hand slide between your legs, sliding a finger achingly slow through your folds, letting out a pathetic whine. "So fuckin' wet, always ready for me. Think I could fuck you out here without anyone seeing, baby?" He questioned in your ear, making you shiver excitedly at the thoughts of him fucking you in his backyard. Deep down you knew it was a bad idea but it was hard to care when Steve was whispering dirty things in your ear, promising to make you come over and over again.

"Steve.." You whimpered as his lips met yours, tongue darting in to your mouth. "Wanna know a secret? I've got a thing for vampires and you're the hottest one I've ever seen." He confessed, a darkness in his eyes as the lust began to take over.

"Want me to bite you Stevie?" You teased, nipping lightly at him, leaving wet kisses down his collarbone.

"Oh shit, want you to bite me baby, fucking do it." He pleaded as you sunk your teeth in to his neck. Steve hissing in pleasure as you began to suck on the skin, leaving an instant bruise.

“Oh, oh fuck you’re so hot right now.” He cried, grabbing your hair, holding you in place as you continued to suck and lick his neck.

“Taste good, baby?” He asked as you nodded, proud of the love bite you had left on him.

“Wanna suck on something else now….” You admitted, playing with his belt buckle as he shook his head in disbelief.

“Christ, you’re really trying to kill me.” He stated, throwing his head back as you began to unzip his pants.

“Harrington, where the fuck are you?” Eddie yelled from the house as you quickly pulled apart, knowing it was only a matter of time before your friend checked the yard.

“Shit.” Steve muttered, trying to fix himself before returning to the party, hiding his hickey with the collar of his shirt. “Typical Munson.” He sighed as you fixed your hair and outfit, trying to grab your panties back from your boyfriend.

“Not so fast sweetheart, I’m not finished with you yet, not by a long shot.” He grinned, dangling your lace thong in front of you.

“Steve!” You blushed, trying to grab your underwear again as he stuffed them in to his pants pocket. “I’m gonna keep these for now because what I have planned for you later, doesn’t involve panties.” He smirked as you huffed, folding your arms. Steve slyly smacking your ass as you both walked back in to the house, instantly being greeted by Eddie, wearing a shit eating grin on his face, realising exactly what you two had been up to.

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lilbitdepressed27 · 5 months

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hey can you please maybe consider writing a holiday tara x fem reader fic? i was listening to santa doesn’t know you like i do by sabrina carpenter and the buzz hit me thank you :)

Tara Carpenter/Fem!Reader

Warnings: none

WC: 1.6k

Authors Note: not proofread. But I hope y’all enjoy. And happy holidays. Hope everyone has a great time :)

*****

"Hey! Hurry up guys!"

"Oh my god babe. We're coming."

The group watched as you hurried up in front of the them. The mall was crowded, there was no surprise there. The smaller brunette couldn't help the smile as she watched the excitement grow as your grew closer to your destination. The line was long but it wasn't that long.

"Man that girl better feel loved. I'm losing some street cred right now. We're literally the oldest ones in line." Mindy groaned as she pulled on the neck of the Christmas sweater that she had been forced to wear.

"Come on let her be, after everything we've been through we deserve this." Anika nudged her girlfriend's shoulder. Gently slapping away the hand pulling so Mindy didn't ruin the sweater.

"Yea, and I doubt she cares that we're the only adults in line." Danny spoke from his spot standing next to Sam. Looking a head to see the familiar smile that was on your face.

"Oh my god babe look."

Tara felt your warm hand take her cold one into yours. She loved that your hands were always so warm. The feeing bringing her so much warmth. She looked towards what your were looking at. There was a baby dressed as Santa, sitting on Santa's lap. The view in front of her was adorable, she wouldn't lie. But she couldn't keep her eyes off of you. After what happened in October. Ghostface had almost got them again. Had almost killed Anika, Mindy, Chad and you. You had been the worst out of all of them.

But you were here now. You were safe. Happy. Alive. That's all that mattered to her. Seeing you happy. Even if that meant wearing ugly Christmas sweaters and standing in line to take a picture with Santa. You had begged Tara to agree. She caved in easily. She could never say no to you. Especially if you had been looking like that. With her on board. You had done the same with the rest. With Anika's help Mindy had agreed and by default so did Chad. Although he didn't need much convincing. Sam had agreed from the start. It was also something she knew her sister wanted.

"Aren't you a bit ol-Uh right this way guys Santa's waiting." The worker had not been prepared for the six harsh glares directed his way. The taller girl leading the group did not seem notice as she thanked him and lead the group to where Santa was.

And now she did not regret it for a second. To see your beaming smile as you smiled for the camera. To have your arm wrapped around her waist bring her closer to your warm body. The lights from the big Christmas tree reflecting off yours in a way that made her want to pull you down in a deep kiss. The packet came with one picture with Santa and then another with just the friend group.

The smile on your face was enough to lighten up the darkest room. It was enough to lighten her room. Her life. She didn't know what she'd do if you didn't make it. She didn't even want to imagine a life with out you.

Tara walked into the living room to see you putting up the group picture. The picture came out amazing, everyone looking happy her eyes lingering on your smile, your head was tilted a bit to rest on top of her own head. Her own smile being so big her dimples were showing.

"Oh hey! You're awake. Want to come with me to get a tree? I was thinking of getting a big one. But I measured the living room already and the biggest one we could get is maybe one that's nine feet. And that's if we don't put on a star. But who doesn't put a star on top?! So I think we should get one that's maybe eight feet tall."

Tara crossed her arms letting you ramble. She loved to hear your rambles. The sound of your voice was always so soothing. She could hear you talk about anything.

"Oh! And we could get some decorations on the way back. Oh! Can't forget the mistletoe. What do you think?" Your cheeks getting warm at the way Tara was looking at you.

"Sounds great, but Sam said she gots the decorations covered. We just have to get the tree, let me just get my jacket."

"Don't forget your gloves!"

Picking out the tree had been easy. Like you said, eight feet, Tara had watched as you picked up the tree after it was wrapped in the thin net. She took this moment to capture it on her phone. The way you lifted the tree on your shoulder with a smile on your face. She was worried that your wounds would open, but she's seen them they healing perfectly fine. But carrying something heavy could possibly harm you.

"Y/n I don't think you should be carrying-Hey, I'm okay. Wounds don't hurt or anything. Now come on." You carefully loaded the tree on to Danny's truck. "Babe can you hand me the rope."

Tara did as she was told and watched as you tied up the tree. Your cheeks had become red from the cold along with your nose. Your beanie was down to your eyebrows, it was an adorable sight.

"Hey why don't you get in the truck warm it up, your nose is almost as red as Rudolph, I'm almost done." You joked shooting Tara a teasing smile. She rolled her eyes wholeheartedly, her arms crossing to keep warm.

"Shut up you're one to talk. I'll go in when you do."

She didn't have to wait long, the both of your were now in the truck, your phone connected to the trucks CarPlay. Your Christmas playlist playing through the speakers. Although she wasn't very fond of Christmas music before, you did have good taste in Christmas songs.

Santa

Doesn't know you like I do

I've been there through the good and bad

She scooted over into the middle seat. Your arm wrapping around her shoulder as you brought her closer. Snuggling closer into your warmth. You had taken off the thick jacket and were now in a hoodie that she could have sworn was one of her own oversized hoodies. Although it fit you a little loosely. She could never get over how much taller you were than her. It was something she absolutely loved. She felt so protected.

And all of this snow is falling (ah)

I can make you fall too (fall too)

So, tell me what's on your wishlist

I wanna make it come true (oh)

"Mmh you're on my wishlist." Her nose scrunched up at how corny that sounded out loud. Her cheeks returning the pinkish color.

"Aw baby you already have me." You cupped her cheek as you stopped at a red light. Taking the moment to connect your lips with hers in soft but passionate kiss. You felt her hand cupping your own cheek. The kiss had become more heated than you had planned but you were not complaining.

*HONK*

The sound of a cars horn had you both slightly jumping. The light had turned green. Tara had giggled burying her face in your shoulder as she laid back on it. You chuckled and continued your way home.

"Alright who gets to put the star on top."

The tree barely fit in the living room. You knew the star was only going to be an inch or two away from the ceiling. The living room had been decorated so good, the lights, the garland, the wreath, the Christmas tree skirt, the nut crackers, everything looked perfect. You had baked some cookies and while those were baking you had helped everywhere you could.

"Y/n you wanna do the honors?" Danny said as he came in through the door. He had been putting the lights up outside with Chad.

"Maybe Tara should do it. Babe come here." You didn't give her chance to decline before you bent down enough where your head went between her thighs. Standing up straight as she squealed her hands gripping under your chin.

"Y/N!"

You laughed along with the rest of your friends as you held her thighs to steady her. You also had to make sure her head didn't hit the ceiling.

"Okay babe. Put the star on top."

Tara only had a few seconds to recover from the near heart attack she almost suffered. She had few not so friendly names on the tip of her tongue. But at the sight of your smile she had forgotten all about them. Well it wasn't the first time she had your head between her thighs.

"Ugh. Give it here." Her cheeks flushed, due to where her mind traveled. She took the star and put it on the top. The tree looked amazing. The house in general looked amazing. With her feet now on solid ground she leaned back into your arms. Her back pressed to your front as she enjoyed your warmth as the family gathered for a movie.

"I love you baby."

You soft voice whispered into her ear, a kiss being placed on her temple followed. She never wanted to leave your arms. To spend the rest of her life being in your arms. To spend every single holiday by your side.

"I love you to."

:)Merry Christmas:) 🎄

#tara carpenter x reader #scream #tara carpenter #fem!reader

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percervall · 1 year

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Just wanted to say I love your Daniel fic, and Lando’s part is perfect in it too. I can’t help but wonder if the roles were reversed….

oh anon, thank you so much! That means a lot to me 🧡 I absolutely adored writing this

Apparently my brain agreed with you, because I wrote this in an evening. Hope I did Lando justice in this

this love (is yours and mine)

Pairing: Lando Norris x fem!reader Words: 1241 Warnings: none

“You should tell her,” Daniel said, startling him from his thoughts as the Australian driver fell in step beside him.

“Tell her what?” Lando replied, an uncomfortable weight settling in his chest. He had a feeling where this conversation was headed.

“That you love her,” came Daniel’s answer, “because you do, right?”

“I-.. I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Lando muttered in response, feeling his cheeks heat up at the lie. Daniel grinned, seeing straight through him as he dodged the question.

“Yeah, thought so. Your face is an open book, mate. No poker face to speak of. How either of you haven’t figured out your expressions are identical is beyond me.”

That made Lando trip over his own feet, nearly sending him face first into the asphalt of the paddock.

“Wh-what?”

Daniel chuckled as he grabbed his arm to steady him.

“Mate, she looks at you the same way. All smiles and heart-eyes. It’s cute. Oh, to be young and in love,” he mused, the grin still in place as he now slung an arm around Lando’s shoulders.

“Sh-she does?” Lando couldn’t believe his ears. How had he not seen it? Had he been too busy trying not to look at her, not to make a fool of himself, whenever they spent time together? They’d been friends for the longest time and Lando had just sort of accepted that it would probably always stay that way, but this had pulled the rug from under him.

“100% mate. Like I said, you should tell her.”

Lando mulled it over, nervously chewing on the draw string of his hoodie. If he wasn’t so worried it would do irreparable damage to their friendship, he would. But why ruin the only stable thing in his life?

“I don’t know, Danny. She’s my best mate, why-... I can’t lose that, not now.”

“Listen, it’s six of one and half a dozen of the other,” Daniel said, holding the door to the McLaren motorhome open.

“Meaning?” Lando asked, confusion now added to the mix of emotions already swirling through his head. Daniel chuckled again.

“Meaning, either you do or you don’t,” he explained with a shrug, “but are you truly happy just playing it safe? Where has that ever gotten anyone?”

Lando knew he didn’t require an answer to that question. In their line of work it would always be nowhere. And if it wasn’t that it’d be P20. Daniel left him to stew on that as he climbed the stairs to the debriefing room. Lando sighed, hanging his head as he followed his teammate.

The meeting had been long and his brain felt completely frazzled by the end of it. None of the statistics retained and Lando was pretty sure he had blindly agreed to a strategy he had no way of recalling for tomorrow’s race. A part of him wondered whether it would’ve made a difference if he did, and then he chastised himself for even thinking that way. Scrubbing a hand across his face, he blindly followed the rest of the team downstairs, exhaustion taking hold of him. Lando heard her before he saw her, her laughter ringing out like a windchime in the gentle breeze. Carlos was leaning on the back of the couch as he talked to her, probably telling her yet another story about their shared time as teammates. A jealousy reared its head with a ferocity that left him reeling. Carlos was very happy with his long-term girlfriend, there was no need for him to feel this strongly about another man being friendly with her.

“Hey mate,” Carlos greeted him. She turned back around to face him and Lando was struck by how her expression changed when she laid eyes on him. Her smile widened, and her eyes softened as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. Even dressed in one of Daniel’s enchante sweaters, a pair of faded jeans and beat up trainers, she still looked better than any of the celebrities milling about come Sunday.

“Hey,” she said, tongue darting out to wet her bottom lip.

“H-hey,” Lando managed to stutter, ready to blame the exhaustion if anyone were to comment on it.

“Carlos invited us to dinner, but if you’d rather order in…?” she trailed off. It squeezed his heart, her knowing him like the back of her hand to offer him an out.

“Uh, yeah, no, dinner- dinner’s.. great,” he fumbled, internally groaning at his own awkwardness.

“You okay?” Carlos asked, eyebrows furrowed in concern, “Is Zak working you too hard?” he added in an attempt to lighten the mood.

“I’m-.. Oh for fuck’s sake,” Lando muttered. Was he really going to do this? Lando knew that Daniel was right; whether he did or didn’t, it didn’t matter. He could either keep this buried for the rest of eternity and suffer the consequences or he could tell her and see where it would land him. What’s the worst that could happen? His brain helpfully supplied him with a long list, but he swallowed down the panic that rose in his throat at the sheer thought.

“I’m in love. With you,” he said, looking at his best friend since they’d been 16, “and I completely ge-..” Whatever he had wanted to say, died on his lips as she pretty much launched herself at him, pressing her lips against his. He instinctively wrapped an arm around her waist, as his eyes fluttered closed. The world around them faded to the background as he kissed her back.

When they broke the kiss, Lando felt breathless, heart pounding in his chest as he looked at her.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do that,” she confessed, cheeks flushed.

“Oh, probably about as long as he has,” Daniel said from his spot next to Carlos.

“W-what?” she stammered, looking at the Australian with confusion written all over her face. Daniel and Carlos shared a look.

“Kids these days,” Daniel commented, earning him a chuckle from the Spaniard.

“He’s been in love with you for-.. Well, I think since always, no?” Carlos said, looking at Daniel for confirmation.

“Pretty sure since always, yes,” Daniel agreed with a nod.

“I’m such a muppet,” she groaned, burying her face in Lando’s chest. He couldn’t help the chuckle that escaped him as he pulled back to look at her.

“Guess that makes two of us. Luckily we’ll have forever to make up for it,” he murmured, brushing her hair back behind her ear. She smiled back up at him, lifting up on her tiptoes to press another kiss to his lips.

“Oh my God, that was the cheesiest shit ever. Okay, come on lovebirds,” Daniel said with a roll of his eyes as he moved to the exit, but Lando could hear the smile in his voice.

“I’ll pay for dinner to celebrate Lando finally finding the cojones to tell her,” Carlos added.

“But no sushi, right?” Lando was quick to ask, taking her hand in his as they followed the two older drivers. Carlos just laughed, holding the door open for them.

“Right?” he repeated, eyes flitting between Carlos and Daniel.

“Don’t worry mate, I know a great restaurant. You’ll like it,” Carlos said, clasping him on the shoulder. Lando eyed him cautiously.

“Is it too late to back out of this and order in?” he whispered, turning to look at her, causing her to laugh.

Welp, my first Lando fic officially happened. Honestly it was only a matter of time. The devil works hard, but the Lando girlies work harder

Wrote this as part of a kisses challenge I’m taking part in this year. Feel free to send in a request or suggestions!

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lotus-n-l0ve · 7 months

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Hii! Could we have a fluff and maybe smut? a scenario where the reader feels insecure of their body and the way they look and after hearing this daniel is shocked and tries to find a way to make the reader not insecure about themselves. Also if your not interested in this request I understand also have a nice day!! ♡

It's been long. Don't know what I did there. Hope you like it Anon. I'm not sure if I lived up to your expectations. You too have a nice day Anon ♡

I'LL KISS YOUR WAIST AND EASE YOUR MIND

— Daniel Park x Female Reader

My Darling, When I Look Through Your Eyes, All I See Is Love.

*⁠.⁠✧ SYNOPSIS : When some perverts with fragile ego make comments on you, Daniel makes you realise just how beautiful you are.

*⁠.⁠✧ WARNINGS & TAGS : Body insecurity, hip dabs, catcalling, perverts, hurt/comfort, kissing, 1.3k words.

*⁠.⁠✧ — NAVIGATION // LOOKISM MASTERLIST

DON'T PRESS [KEEP READING] IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE.

The TV plays in the living room, providing some background noise. You stand in the middle of the bedroom, in front of the full length mirror, your eyes inspecting every inch of your body. You were wearing nothing but undergarments so all the flaws were even more prominent.

Every scar, every stretch mark, every curve pierced your eyes. Body insecurity is something you have struggled with for a long time. It was so bad that mirrors became your worst enemy. You found comfort in baggy clothes. It took you years to finally accept yourself, to love yourself the way you are.

But even now sometimes you can't help but let those unpleasant thoughts take over your mind just like today. You woke up in the morning with a happy and light heart, waiting eagerly for the date Daniel had promised you. You dressed up in the cutest pair of outfit you owned before leaving for the date but it didn't turn out the way you expected it to be.

You turned up in the mall before Daniel could. While waiting for him in a cafe you encountered the disaster that ruined your happy mood and day. Three guys came and slumped down on the chairs rather rudely.

The beside you, wrapped one arm around your shoulder rather rudely, "All alone babe? Why don't you join us."

"Yeah, we can have some fun together." Another one added.

You jerked his hand off of your shoulder, giving them an irritated stare, "Leave me alone."

"Wow, feisty. I already like her." The guy across from you bit his lips, his lustful eyes running over your body. It creeped you out.

"My boyfriend will be here any time now. If he sees you perverts here disturbing me then he will beat the shit out of you."

Thankfully you were sitting down otherwise your legs would have long given up. Even in an open place these people dare to harass girls, you could only be scared of what they do when no one's around.

"O my god! I'm so scared, where is your big strong boyfriend who will beat us?"

The third one who's been silent all this time acted scared before they burst out in laughter. But soon their laughter came to a stop when a hand clasped on the shoulder of the guy, who was beside you.

A monotonous voice cut the tension, "He is here, right behind you."

You jumped up, making the chair creech, and stood by Daniel's side, "Danny, thank god you are here."

Those three jumped up too and you could see all the colours draining from their faces. Daniel had gained quite a reputation of being a gangster after all the unintentional feud with actual gangsters like workers, god dog and hostel. You guessed they too probably knew about Daniel and how dangerous he could be.

"What were you saying earlier? Come again?" Daniel threw them a murderous glare.

Seeing him, they all started stuttering and giving half formed excuses before scattering off. But you heard one of them saying, "Who will risk their life for a potato like that?"

The other two agreed, "She's not even pretty. Even ajummas look better than her."

"What did you say?" Daniel ran towards them but you held him back by his hand.

Those few words that held no importance to them, managed to fill you up with insecurity. Daniel could sense that your mood was down. For the rest of the date you kept up a font of happiness over your face but Daniel could see right through your facade.

He himself had gone through whirlpools of insecurities before coming to J-High. He knew how you felt, constantly looking down on your body. After the movie ended that you were so excited about but ultimately couldn't enjoy, you requested Daniel to go home.

At the door you asked Daniel if he would like to come in but you desperately prayed in your head that he would decline. To your demise, Daniel took on the offer. He told you to freshen up while he ordered for take out. You took a good half an hour to change, you didn't want to show this ugly side of yours to Daniel. Unknown to the fact that Daniel loved each and every aspect of you.

Daniel stood, leaning on the door frame, his heart hurt when he saw your eyes filling with resentment for your body. Your hands fell lifelessly by your sides and that's when Daniel broke. He came up behind you, making you finch with his sudden appearance.

His scared palm rested on your hips, right on the dips, "What are you doing here? I'm getting bored."

"D-Daniel, I-I….." Your eyes glanced at him in the mirror before averting down, anywhere. You felt too ashamed.

Daniel was a great guy. Kind, nice, caring, good looking, a little bad on academics but he was the greatest guy you knew. He deserved better, at least better than you. Someone who's equally good, smart and beautiful. Why was Daniel even paying you any mind?

Daniel buried his head in your neck, "Did you know I love your hip dips?"

His words shocked you, this was the first time he told you, "What?"

Daniel peeked at you through the reflective mirror, humming, "They give me just the right place to hold you and pull you in my arms."

His actions followed his words and you were pulled into his warm chest. His palm left your hips and travelled up to your stomach, laying flat in it and applying gentle pressure on it.

"I love your tummy where I can rest my head and forget everything. Do you know what else I love about you?"

One hand travels upwards, over your breasts before wrapping around your neck in a gentle hold. His lips hovered over your ear, warm exhale brushing over it.

"I love your neck where I bury my head and forget all my problems." He bit your earlobe and spoke with it stuck between his teeths, "Why don't I show just what else I love about you?"

"Dani—"

You yelped as he turned you abruptly and wrapped a hand around your waist, pressing you completely against him. He tilted your chin and raised it up towards his descending ones.

"I love when your lips are pressed against mine." He mumbled before pressing his lips onto yours in a soft yet passionate kiss.

For a moment your mind went blank and your hand shot up to his chest to push him away but only stayed there comfortably. Daniel cupped the side of your face, tilting his head to the side for better access. You were almost breathless when he broke the kiss. You looked him in the eye for the first time in the day. What you saw in his eyes shocked you. Love, trust, adoration and lastly, the lust filled gaze.

"I love that your body reacts so sensitively with every touch of mine." Daniel bent his head down into the crook of your neck.

He placed open mouth kisses all over your neck, drawing moans out of you. Your hands glided up his chest and intertwined in his hair. You mind whirled with questions. The love, the passion, the list he bore for you was overwhelming but also assuring. That's right Daniel loved you. He always praised your kind nature. He always noticed every little thing you did for him. He would never lie.

You had nothing to be insecure about. You may not have fitted in those guy's beauty standards but you didn't need to. They may prefer a skinny girl, curvy or chubby but that has nothing to do with you. You will not mould yourself into something that you were not.

You were beautiful. To Daniel, to your friends and most importantly to yourself.

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liightsout · 4 months

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the blue - part one

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✯ summary: introducting mattie and adam!! both have some news to share, one being better than the other. no danny ric content in this one, but it's coming, i promise! ✯

✯ pairing: daniel ricciardo x fem!oc

✯ content warnings: none rlly, light swearing ✯

✯ now playing: you're on your own kid - taylor swift ✯

✯ series masterlist ✯

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May 2020

“Mattie, are you even listening to me?”

Looking up from her phone at her friend she frowned. She hadn’t been listening. Not even a little. It wasn’t that she wasn’t interested in what her friend had been saying, it was just that she had a lot on her mind.

She sighed softly “I wasn’t Adam, I’m sorry, what were you saying? Something about a new driver on the team?”

Matilda and Adam had been friends since childhood, the pair had met on the first day of junior school. She had just moved to the small town over the summer and was starting school a complete stranger amongst all her peers.

Her mum had reassured her she’d make friends quickly, but she wasn’t so sure. Looking around the playground she could see that almost everyone already knew one another. She spent the first few hours of school that day on her own, carefully shying away from drawing too much attention to herself.

Then came lunch break. She remembers it like it was yesterday, Adam came bounding over to her, scruffy uniform and beaming smile with a few teeth missing. He asked her if she wanted to play race cars with him. She explained nervously that she didn’t know anything about racing and he should probably ask someone else. Adam had scoffed at the idea and said that he didn’t want to play with the other kids.

Adam spent the rest of the hour lunch break explaining everything he knew about racing and telling her about his favourite driver ‘Michael Shooomacker’ and the red car he drove.

Their friendship had lasted throughout their schooling days, all their awkward teenage phases and early adult years. It was a no brainer for the both of them to decide to move in with each other when they both found themselves in need of a home.

Rent in and around London was expensive, and there was no one on Earth either of them would rather live with. Which had proven to be a blessing when 2020 had rolled around and Covid had hit. The pair of them agreed that they would have lost their minds had they spent so many days locked inside with anyone else but each other.

Adam had gone to University when they turned 18 and earned a degree in Mechanical Engineering, hoping to further his dream of being an engineer for one of the top Formula 1 teams when he was older. It wasn’t long before he had achieved said dream and found himself a spot on the engineering team at Mclaren.

“At least you’re honest! I said I got a call this morning from my boss,he confirmed the driver that’s going to be replacing Carlos next year. It’s Daniel Ricciardo” explained Adam, with a beaming smile.

Mattie paused trying to put a name to a face. “Which one is he?” Adam laughed “as if you don’t remember! He’s the Aussie you think is fit, the one who used to drive for Red Bull.”

“I thought that was Mark Webber?” the girl questioned, pulling out her phone getting ready to Google the new driver her friend would be working with for the next season. Adam’s laugh got even louder “close, but not quite” he said.

Mattie rolled her eyes and continued her Google image search. Yep, she remembered who Daniel Ricciardo was now. Adam was right; she did think he was fit. More than that, she thought he was one of the most beautiful men she had ever seen.

She looked up from her phone to the knowing eyes of her best friend “yeah I remember who he is, but anyway, irrelevant, is this a good thing for you? Are you happy?”.

Adam nodded enthusiastically “oh definitely, he’s one of my favourite drivers, getting to work with him is huge. I reckon him and Lando will be a great pairing as well, roll on 2021 as far as I’m concerned”.

Adam had always been obsessed with Formula 1. Even from the age of 10 he had been so sure that it was the career path for him. He had spent countless hours as a teenager working in his dad’s garage and learning everything he could about cars, engines and the mechanics behind them.

This was something Mattie had always been jealous of. Not that she had also wanted to be a mechanic, definitely not that. She had been jealous of his ability to decide exactly what it was that he had wanted to do with his life, seemingly from the minute he had learnt what Formula 1 was.

Mattie did not have the same luxury. Growing up she had toyed with many ideas about what life would have in store for her, but none that ever had really seemed to fit.

When she was 13 she had wanted to be a famous pop singer; the dream was soon crushed when a music teacher told her she could barely hold a note.

Then came fashion. She had spent a whole summer reading through every copy of Vogue she could get her hands on. Drawing up rough designs of different clothes and garments she would try and craft herself. This dream ended with a high school textiles teacher telling her that she was terrible at stitching and would never pass the class.

The list was endless, dream after dream quietly crushed by being told she would never be quite good enough.

For a while she thought that maybe she had set her expectations too high. She wanted too much, dreamt too big. She wanted extraordinary, but needed to settle for ordinary.

Until she had realised at the age of 17 that it had been staring her in the face her whole life. From the moment Mattie had learnt to read she had her nose in a book. She had become infatuated with literature and everything about it.

She loved that no matter what was going on around her, she could always find solace in a good book for a few hours. She loved reading about different characters who could live every life she had ever dreamt for herself. It was at the age of 17 that she decided she would study English Literature at University.

She quickly found a job after leaving University, working for a small independent publisher. She loved her job and although she was disappointed she would never be a famous pop star, at the age of 24 she knew that it was probably for the best.

“Well, I’m happy that you’re happy and hopefully this will be a good thing for Mclaren as well. It’d be nice to see you guys moving up in the constructors championships!” Mattie smiled at her friend who was practically buzzing with excitement at the prospect.

“Enough about me, we’ve been talking about me all afternoon. Did you find out from your boss anymore about your job?” Mattie sighed, admittedly she had been avoiding the subject, but such was Adam that he would bring it up eventually.

She had received a call from her boss around a week ago explaining to her that due to the financial pressures Covid had placed upon the small company she worked for, that it was likely they would be liquidating the business before the month was up.

Mattie had been blissfully ignoring the issue, escaping to the dreamland in her head where everything was fine and her employment wasn’t in jeopardy. That dreamland had come crashing down around an hour prior when she had gotten an email from the CEO explaining that they were all being let go effective immediately.

“Yeah, so, Glenn sent an email about an hour ago confirming it… bit shitty of him to do it over email, but yeah, I’m unemployed” breathing deeply Mattie held back the tears she knew were threatening to escape from her eyes.

“Oh fuck, Mattie, I’m so sorry, I can’t believe you’ve just let me sit here and tell you about all this when you’ve got this bottled inside you, why didn’t you say anything sooner? Are you ok? Do you want a hug? Or is this one of those times where if I hug you it’ll make it worse and you’ll start ugly crying? Do you want me to beat up Glenn? I’ll do it-”

“Adam stop. I’m fine. Honestly, it sucks, and yeah I’m upset but we knew it was coming. It’s fine, I’ve got some money saved up so I’ll be alright for a little bit and I’ll start sending out CV’s to some companies and I’ve got connections now. I’ll find something, it’s just, yeah, it’s just shit” Mattie said, cutting off Adam from his rambling.

Adam was great, she knew that no matter what she could rely on him to have her back, but he did have a tendency to panic when he thought that his friend was sad.

That’s just how he was, over protective and ready to punch her boss in the face if she asked him to.

Adam nodded, checking for signs of tears on the girls cheeks. Once he was satisfied she wasn’t going to start crying he stood up and headed for the fridge, opening the door and pulling out a bottle of rose wine he knew Mattie kept there for emergencies.

“Well, in that case, I’ll order us a pizza and what do you say we get drunk and watch a movie? I’ll even let you watch Tangled seeing as I’m such a good best friend”. Mattie grinned looking at him from the sofa. She was so glad he decided to play racing cars with her when they were kids.

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✯ authors note: hey guys! it's been a bit of a crazy couple days... as a a ferrari gal i'm still a little bit in shock and processing the news tbh. anyways, i've got like 6 days off work so i'm hoping i'll be able to post a couple updates if anyone's interested and reading. still finding my feet a bit with writing/editing again so if anyone has any (helpful) suggestions or feedback pls let me know. asks are always open and would love to chat with some of you :) ✯

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asacredthebread · 17 days

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Daddy’s Little Musician

Despite the morning sickness, the headaches, the constant pain in your back, and the almost non-existence of sleep - the past few months had been nothing short of perfection.

You had never met anyone who was as caring as him, somebody who was willing to go above and beyond for you, regardless of the time of day or night.

You had found that person in Jake.

As soon as you had told him the news, it was as if a new window had opened into his soul, and the light that shone from within was indescribable. It was as if he could think of nothing other than the child that you were about to bring into this world - having already made countless plans for the future.

He had always said that he didn’t mind too much about the gender - that as long as the baby was healthy, he was happy. But the second that he heard that you were having a girl, his face lit up.

You were grateful that they were on a break between tours - glad to be able to have Jake at home full-time. The boys had agreed to have any meetings close to home, on the off-chance that you would need something. You had never seen Sam so excited in your life when he was told - you could have sworn that he would start bouncing off of the walls.

Of course, Josh was the first one that Jake had told - you had never witnessed a bond as close as the two of those had, nothing could happen in either one of their lives without the other knowing about it. He had been so sweet when he learned, sending countless bouquets of flowers and cards - making sure that you knew that he would get you whatever you needed, that he was always there if you needed somebody to talk to, even offering to take you to yoga as the pregnancy progressed.

Danny was easily the most practical of the bunch - having already made you lists upon lists of things that he thought you might need, finding videos to share with you, and asking every mother in his life what tips they could give you.

Each and every one of them had been beyond helpful, day in and day out. But none of them could match Jake.

Each night, he would sit with you on the couch, bringing his acoustic with him. He would speak to the bump ever so softly, his voice as smooth as honey.

“Hey baby, I’m your Daddy - I can’t wait to meet you, I love you so, so much already. Your uncles are waiting for you, I think even Rosie knows that somethings going on.”

He would make sure to sing each evening, doing his utmost to make sure that the baby knew what his voice would sound like when the time came - “She’s growing in you, of course she’s going to recognise you! I’m going to be a stranger, and I don’t want her to be scared!” You couldn’t help but to giggle at him, knowing that she would recognise her father immediately.

He had already completely decorated the nursery - spending over a week just picking out the colours, and the furniture. He wanted everything to be absolutely perfect.

You’d never forget the morning that you walked in on him while he was finishing up the painting, his sleeves rolled up to prevent any splatters from covering his clothes. Of course, he was on the phone with his brother - the two of them whispering just in case they would wake you up.

“I don’t think I can wait any longer - I just want to be able to hold her now” he explained, before sitting the camera up to face him. He turned, pulling a small hanger from the closet, and showing it off. It was a light pink shirt with the phrase “Daddy’s little musician” written across the front. His smile was contagious, as you made your way towards him, your hand rested gently on your stomach.

He turned as he heard you enter, his face full of panic, quickly hiding the hanger behind his back. “I’m so, so sorry - I didn’t mean to wake you, he rang me!!” He quickly explained, being met with a “Hey!!” On the other end.

You couldn’t help but chuckle, before shaking your head, replying that he hadn’t woken you up, and that all was okay. His face softened as you did so, before he hid the shirt back in the closet, embracing you quietly. You knew he was excited, and he had always been one of the most impatient people you had ever met.

He would ask each night if you needed anything, always willing to run to the store to fulfill your cravings. As you declined, he would finally climb into the bed beside you, pulling his hair up to keep it out of his face.

“I learned how to braid today” he whispered, as the two of you lay together, the moon peeking through the curtains.

You hummed softly in reply, a tone of questioning in your voice. “Learned to braid?” You asked.

He nodded, before laying a hand over your stomach, running his thumb over your skin ever so softly.

“I want to be able to tie up her hair” he spoke again, a soft smile finding its way onto his face. “It shouldn’t just be your job, I can do it.”

Once again, you smiled at him, leaning to plant a soft kiss onto his forehead. You couldn’t believe how thoughtful he had been throughout this whole process, not once becoming frustrated at your pains, at your mood swings, at your sudden need for the bathroom. He had held your hand through the entire thing, with the softest smile possible on his face.

It was then that the day came.

You had been simply going about your day, making your way up the stairs for a nap when you suddenly felt a wetness between your legs. Panic took over for a moment, before you realised that it was time.

Luckily, he was home, having being prepared for this day for the past nine months.

You called for him quickly, and he immediately sprang into action, tossing your bags into the car, and leading you out to it.

Through the whole car ride, he was reassuring you, keeping your hand held in his, and reminding you to breathe, mimicking the advice that Dannny had previously given him.

You were rushed into a room to be checked out and prepared, while he sat outside, no doubt making a call to his brothers. You knew that it would be a long process, and that he would return to the room as soon as he was allowed to.

The day quickly turned to evening, and then night - with him stood by your side, his fingers wrapped around your own, allowing you to squeeze as hard as you needed to, not complaining even once.

Josh found himself sleeping in the waiting room, sprawled out across three chairs, the excitement of the day finally getting to him.

Sam and Danny were much more restless - pacing the room with both worry and excitement as the hours ticked by.

Finally, the time came, and your daughter was here. Despite the years that you had been together, not once had you seen him cry, not once had a single tear fallen from his eyes from sadness, or happiness, or frustration.

But right here, and right now, he cried. Once he began, he couldn’t seem to stop, being handed his daughter at long last. He turned to you, placing the softest possible kiss upon your forehead, pulling your hair from your eyes, and showing you the life that you had brought into the world.

Finally, he was a father.

You nodded towards the door, signalling for him to take the baby to his brothers, knowing that they would probably die of anticipation if he didn’t. He almost sprinted out of the room, holding his little girl so gingerly.

You couldn’t help but smile as you heard the cheers, before a quick shushing from Jake, already mindful of the importance of not waking the baby,

Already, you knew that he was going to be the most amazing father, just as he was the most amazing husband.

#fanfic #greta #jacob thomas kiszka #jake kiszka #josh kiszka #joshua michael kiszka #kiszka #kiszka twins #sam kiszka #daniel wagner

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hyperfixated-gvf · 1 year

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Open Doors

On the eleventh day of Tropemas, hyperfixated-gvf gave to me:

A filthy, kinky roommates to lovers fic for all the Sammy stans!

Christmas Song Pairing: “Baby It's Cold Outside" by take your pick of any famous version

Trope: Roommates to Lovers

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Pairing: Sam Kiszka x Reader

Warnings: Language, smut, fingering, anal sex

Words: 5.2k

Author's Note: This is very late and very unedited. I beseech you to please look past any mistakes -- I might get around to editing it, I might not, who the hell knows at this point. Happy reading!

18+ / MINORS DNI

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It all started when you tried to warm up your leftover fries.

After debating for half an hour about the state of your hunger with no one but yourself, you’d snuck out of your cave – you were still in the midst of your nesting period – for the subpar fries you’d taken home from a restaurant a few days ago. Subpar fries weren’t the biggest sacrifice you’d make for this particular friend, though – after all, they were the one who’d asked Sam a month prior if you could rent out his 2nd spare room when your rental company abruptly evicted the entire building without cause (needless to say, there was a lawsuit, and you were trying to keep your head above water satisfying the team of lawyers leading it with photos of evidence, statements, and the like).

2nd spare room since the 1st was filled with his music stuff.

Since you’d moved in, all had been well; Sam was nice, respected your space, stayed up late but let you know when he’d be playing music – ultimately, you stayed out of each other’s way as you worked, hunted for apartments, and replied to email after painstaking email from the lawyers.

“Oh, is that Y/N?”

You froze at the refrigerator door, the small voice coming from the speaker of your Sam’s phone as he sat at the island. His mom. You didn’t know Sam before this, and therefore didn’t know his mother, but you heard enough from your friend that apparently Karen had been very interested to find out that Sam had gained a roommate. A female roommate, nonetheless.

Shit.

You shook your head back and forth, trying to get the message across that you were not in the mood to speak with his family – you already knew what kind of questions would come out of that, and it made you worry that things would stale and become weird between the two of you. Besides, you were quite fond of the passive acquaintanceship you were maintaining while you were here, not that you planned on staying for much longer. In fact, you already had a few showings set up for after Christmas so that you wouldn’t have to be in Sam’s hair, even though he’d assured you many times with that charming smile of his that you were doing no such thing.

But even at your insistence, Sam shrugged. You’d walked straight into the frame crossing behind him when you thought it had been Danny he was talking to.

“Hi, Mrs. Kiszka!” you said, forcing a smile for the kind woman. “It’s, uh…nice to finally meet you.”

Sam clucked his tongue and shook his head. “Always working, this one,” he sighed, and Karen hummed thoughtfully through the phone.

“Sounds like a few sons of mine. But they’re all coming home for Christmas this year, right?”

Her emphasis on the last word left no room for argument, but Sam readily agreed anyway. “Of course, Mom! I’m not missing out on your scalloped potatoes this year,” he vowed, and his mom smiled at him, content for the moment.

Until she turned her sights back on you. “And you have Christmas plans too, right dear?” It must have been the moment’s hesitation where you scrambled to come up with an answer before you tried to garble out an excuse, because Karen gasped and waved her hands excitedly at the camera. “Well you do now!” she cheered. “Don’t you try to lie to me and don’t try to tell me no!”

“But I really did promise a few friends I’d spend the day with them,” you said, turning heel and lying to her. You hadn’t, and you felt bad for having to fib, but a trip all the way to Michigan with your roommate that you barely knew was not your idea of a stressless Christmas, no matter how nice he and his family were. “You know, gift exchanges, potlucks– the works.”

All you wanted was for things to slow down a bit.

“Well, shit,” Karen cursed, and that was enough to draw a genuine laugh out of you. “Maybe next year.”

“Oh, I don’t think–”

“You’ve already told her no once, Y/N,” Sam teased, leaning back as he finally re-inserted himself into the conversation, “don’t break the poor woman’s heart a second time.”

You gave a friendly chuckle and roll of your eyes, finally grabbing your fries from the fridge. “Then I’ll just zip my lips.”

As soon as the microwave started, Sam and his mom continued their conversation, and you scurried away with your treasures before you could be solicited again. You thought that would be the end of it, especially after making it safely back to the room with a larger glass of wine than you needed and digging into the loaded fries like no one’s business. You’d obviously sorely underestimated how hungry you were, and you finished the food in what felt like two seconds flat. The wine, as well, which you could currently feel flowing through your system and loosening the tension from the past few days that you were holding in your body.

You weren’t tipsy, but another glass would put you firmly into that category, so you cut yourself off, knowing that going to bed even tipsy from the semi-sweet wine would give you a headache in the morning.

“So…are you really in that much of a rush to leave?” came a voice from your door. You snapped your gaze over to where Sam was leaning against the frame – you hadn’t even heard him wrap up the call. But that was probably because all your synapses were firing trying to figure out how subpar fries became better. Perhaps the alcohol played a part in it, but you honestly had no clue how long he’d been standing there.

“Um…” You put your take-home container on your bedside table and pursed your lips, not really knowing what kind of answer he was expecting to get. “I mean…no? But also yes. I just don’t want to intrude any more than I have to,” you chuckled lightly, the same explanation dripping from your lips as it had since you moved in.

Sam sighed, “Y/N…”

But you anticipated his protest and quickly overtook it, attempting to placate him by saying, “I know you say you don’t mind me here, but I can only imagine what it’s like to have a stranger come into your home and take over a room and space in your fridge and your guest bathroom and–” you scrambled to come up with just one more reason so that you didn’t have to end on an unfinished list, “–and you have to think about me when you want to bring a girl home.”

Sam’s lips turned up in a small smirk. Shit. You’d walked right into that one. “I have think about you when I’m sleeping with other women?”

Having not realized how that would sound until it was put out into the space between you and Sam, you began to wonder if it would be intrusive questions about your presence that would sour the peaceful calm or if it would be your own damn mouth. “That’s not what I–”

“Meant,” he finished for you. “I know. But it’s only been a month since you moved in, Y/N; how many women do you think I’ve slept with?” His teasing made you blush, which was much easier to do once you had any amount of alcohol in you, tipsy, drunk, or sober.

This was not a conversation that you thought would arise from fries and wine. And so, you found yourself cursing the potatoes again, your love/hate relationship waffling right back to hate in a snap. “I don’t think that’s an appropriate question for me to answer as a roommate,” you enunciated, still trying to insert humor into the statement while applying avoidance in the face of either offending him or really offending him.

Sam wandered further into the room, looking around at how you’d shifted things to work for you. He hadn’t been in since introducing you to your lodgings with a dramatic flourish the first day you dragged all the stuff you hadn’t shoved in a rental storage unit in, which wasn’t much. It took some acclimation, going from your own space and your own stuff to using pretty much everything of Sam’s that wasn’t a personal item, but it seemed to work.

His eyes were just as playfully bright as they usually were when he fixed them on you, now bathed in the incandescent light of your table lamp, but they were far more calculated than you’d seen in the past. “But I asked, didn’t I?”

The dynamics resulting from your place on the bed, looking up at him like a child, wasn’t working for you so, before you tried to answer him, you got up off the bed on the side opposite from Sam and picked up your pajamas from where you’d thrown them on the floor that morning. It wasn’t that you needed to, or wanted to, but if it gave you something to do other than stare at a crafty Sam Kiszka, you’d take it.

“I’m not answering that.”

“Then at least answer one of my questions.” Another serious request under the guise of a joke.

“Which were?” you stalled, trying to figure out his aim here. You wouldn’t say that he was trying to flirt, per se, but you would categorize this entire interaction as some kind of cat and mouse game. And if not that, then yes, borderline seductive with the way he was posing all his thoughts for you to deduce meaning from.

He hummed, faux-thoughtful, and smacked his lips. “Well, you can either tell me why you’re so determined to get away, that’s not,” he said pointedly, right to your open mouth about to argue, “that you don’t want to be in my way. You can tell me if you really believe that I think about you when I’m with other women. Or, you can give me your best guess as to how many women you think I’ve slept with in the month you’ve been around.”

“Well, maybe I want to leave so that I won’t have slightly humiliating questions posed to me in what is supposed to be my room, Sam,” you said, straightening your blankets and then grabbing your take out container and wine glass. “Satisfied?”

You tried to pass him by, angling your shoulder so that you wouldn’t bump him, but he caught your arm as you did, stopping you in your tracks and sending a shiver down your spine. He hadn’t actually ever touched you outside of the first handshake when you met and a couple brushes of your fingers as boxes were traded when you moved in.

“No,” he said, looking at you with an unreadable gaze. “What if I made you stay? What then?”

This whole interaction was firmly in dangerous territory, now. “I’d probably called the cops,” you laughed, shifting on your feet. Still, despite the empty threat you never moved to jerk your arm away.

Sam nodded, conceding that making you stay would be a little creepy. “Valid. I guess my follow-up question–”

“That wasn’t part of your game, bucko,” you pointed out quietly, but Sam just tilted his head at your observation with a small smile and kept on.

“--would be…what would it take to make you stay?”

Again, you blamed what came out of your mouth next on your dinner, this time the liquid courage component of it, because Sam’s softly hooded eyes made the question almost sensual, but you didn’t process that in time and all you could say was, “Like…two orgasms and some more loaded fries.”

Both of your mouths fell a bit in shock, and you realized how that answer sounded in response to the nature of his question. “I didn’t–”

“Done.”

Sam’s answer cut your excuse off, and before your lagging mind could come up with a response to what seemed like a serious proposition, Sam took the wine glass out of your grasp and placed it on the top of your dresser, followed by the take-out box. You were left gaping like a fish and trying not to admit to yourself that your body really liked the idea of two orgasms coming from Sam’s touch, even if you’d vowed you wouldn’t be weird about living with a hot, famous musician.

Traitor.

Sam finally stopped to look at you, a slightly amused twist on his lips at your shocked expression. “What? I like your company, sue me. If that’s all it’ll take to make you stay…”

“You’re serious?”

“Are you?” he shot back. He crept forward slowly, invading your space and making your head spin – this time, alcohol had nothing to do with it.

The answer, like most things that passed through your brain, was not straightforward. No, you hadn’t been serious when the joke came out of your mouth. Yes, you were getting more serious the more committed to the idea Sam seemed to become. But also no, because you didn’t want Sam to think he had to do this. But also yes, because in all the craziness and not having your own space, you’d felt too awkward to go out and find someone to sleep with or break out your toys and stress really dried a girl out sometimes.

Now was not one of them, apparently.

“I– I can be?” you tried, and Sam furrowed his brow.

“Um…no. Sorry, Y/N, I need a hard yes before anything happens.”

It made you nervous to be in the position where you could either cross the chasm or stay in the safety of your camp, not knowing what was on the other side and eventually moving on. But you figured, nothing was stopping you from taking the risk this time: Sam didn’t make you sign a lease and you could already be on your way out if things went south.

Well, more south than they were supposed to, at least.

With slightly-trembling hands, you met Sam where he was, hovering an inch from your body without touching you, and gripped his shirt in your fists to hide the evidence. “Yeah,” you agreed, nodding infinitesimally, “I’m serious.”

Sam searched your face for any doubt, and when he found none, only burgeoning excitement, his eyes crinkled up in a smile and he said, “Good. ‘Cause so was I.”

It was uncharacteristic of you to take situations life gave you at face value; there was always an ulterior motive or a consequence to be found nearby. But in this instance, with the simple promise of a couple orgasms from a man you weren’t supposed to be wanting them from, you didn’t want to look any further than the present.

“Kiss me, then,” you whispered into the scant space between the two of you. As soon as Sam leaned in, you slipped your hand behind his neck and pulled him harder into your waiting lips, impatient and drawing a surprised grunt out of him as his hands melted to the shape of your body.

Neither of you pulled away to shuffle back to the bed, and Sam followed you down onto the mattress so that he could continue to taste you, pushing his tongue past your teeth as you gasped for breath against his lips.

Picking your pajamas up off the floor proved to be a fruitless endeavor, as three times as many clothes ended up piled by the bed anyways. Sam paused at your underwear, toying with the waistband while he drank in your nakedness as you were his. “So, two orgasms tonight and loaded fries tomorrow?” he asked, still softly comical.

You shrugged in the midst of physically nudging Sam’s fingers further under the last shred of material on your body, encouraging him to brush past the thatch of hair and into the wetness that resided between your lips. “It’s negotiable.”

Sam cursed as he made contact with your core, and his hesitation disappeared along with your panties. “A little wet for me, huh?”

You quickly put a stop to his boast, brushing your shin against his prominent erection and catching the bead of precum at the tip, which made him suck in a sharp breath. “You’ve got no room to talk – Little Sam’s already spoken for you.”

“Little?” Sam scoffed, knowing full well that you didn’t mean it that way. Still, he made it an excuse to prod a finger at your entrance. “I’ll show you how little he is.”

But now that you were playing the game, you let out a sigh as he let his digit be enveloped into your body. “Sorry– perfectly average Sam has already spoken for you. Better?”

Sam shook his head, smiling without humor at your banter. “You’re gonna regret the cheek, sweetheart.” With how well you were taking one finger and were already silently asking for more, Sam soon had another finger buried into you, scissoring your embarrassingly wet cunt until he was satisfied. Emphasis on ‘he,’ because when you tried to sneak a finger down to join his on your clit, he only snatched your wrist away easily and tsked, shooting you an unimpressed look. “You’re really wound up, aren’t you, Y/N?” Sam observed, eating up the way you writhed on the bed and squirmed on his fingers, trying to get them to scratch the itch under your skin. He kept them still, letting you fuck yourself for a second until you desperately whined out his name. “God, how long has it been since you came? You’re acting like a little nympho – surely it can’t be too hard to find a willing victim?”

You were tempted to reach down again to push yourself further towards the edge, but you knew Sam would just take them away again. “I haven’t tried,” you told you. “Not since I’ve been here.”

Sam hummed, a rumble deep in his chest like a purr, and transferred those two digits from your cunt to his mouth while he moved between your legs. “What about yourself? Fingers? Toys?”

You shook your head, face screwing up in concentration of finally reaching that sweet release that you weren’t aware you missed so much until it was served to you on a silver platter. “No. I didn’t want you to accidentally hear me.”

“I wouldn’t have minded,” he teased. Because of course he wouldn’t – he was just a typical man, after all. “That means you’ve got a month’s worth of orgasms built up, don’t you?”

Well– “I don’t think that’s how it–”

“Shhh,” he hushed. You shut your mouth and twisted your lips, the sudden loss of his fingers not one your body loved, and if listening to him was going to get you closer to being filled up again, you weren’t going to argue. “I know how it works. And don’t worry. I might not have a month’s worth of cum built up like you do, but I haven’t slept with anyone since you moved here either.”

Your brows shot up in surprise. Not once?

“Was it– it was because of me, wasn’t it?”

Sam smiled slightly, and joked, “Quite a big ego you have there, Y/N.” He slid the condom on himself and then took one roll of his hips to push into you, all the way to the hilt, as you both groaned in relief. “Maybe not because I was thinking of this,” he sighed, blinking sluggishly as he took in how you felt and let you adjust. “God, but this tight little pussy is all I’m gonna be thinking about from now on– shit, Y/N.”

You weren’t having any of it, though. “Move, Sam,” you demanded, body already locking up as you reveled in how good it felt to have a dick in you again. “Please move– I– I need it.”

“I know you do,” he cooed as he brushed your hair out of your face. “A whole month without touching yourself – goddamn, sweetheart, that’s a long time,” he huffed, blowing out a long breath as he began moving, slickly sliding against your walls as he took your hand and fumbled for your pointer finger, laying it near where he was plunging into you. “Touch yourself for me now, we’ll get you there together.”

Now that permission had been granted, and you knew that he wasn’t going to gather your hands up in just one of his octave-and-a-half, spider-fingered ones, you quickly began to chase the high that was so close already.

Sam was focused on your face; you caught him staring, committing the expressions that played across to memory as his mouth dropped open and his eyes began to droop. His method push and pull lulled you into a frenzy – all you wanted was to get off, and you felt like you were running alongside it instead of toward your orgasm.

“I didn’t sleep with anyone because I didn’t feel the need to,” he said suddenly, still mesmerized by how desperate you were to cum. It was like the fact that he was actively fucking you was barely registering, and if that was the case, you really needed to pick up some kegel exercises. “I sleep with women ‘cause I’m bored or– I swear, Y/N, keep clenching around me like that and we aren’t gonna get to two orgasms with my cock tonight.” You giggled breathlessly, but didn’t stop. You quite liked the effect it had on him. “I like having you around. S’not as boring anymore.”

“So I’m your entertainment and now– what? Your physical relief too?” you teased, still reaching for that first orgasm. You knew what you needed – that one little push was something you were familiar with, and there was always one fool-proof way to get past this last hurdle. “I’m okay with that,” you finished before Sam could deny it.

And then, distracting him even further, you soaked one of your fingers in the slick that Sam was spreading out from your core with his dick and then picked your knees up, effectively rolling your hips up. And despite not knowing what your goal was, Sam held them for you, using them as something to grip onto as he began jack-hammering into you, breath finally getting more labored.

You whined, and as soon as you reached under your leg and Sam felt where your finger was trailing to, he groaned and his hips stuttered.

“Don’t stop,” you gasped, slowly starting to stroke your finger in and out of your ass in tandem with Sam’s strokes. “Oh fuck, I’m there!” you cried out, voice rising to a wail as a long-awaited orgasm took over you in waves, jolting your body further onto Sam’s cock and your finger.

He waited until you came down, and shakily withdrew himself. “Take whatever you fucking what from me,” he breathed, eyes blown out and wide. “Shit, Y/N, that was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen a woman do in bed.”

You tiredly tilted your head. “No anal for your conquests?”

He rolled his eyes and gripped the base of his still-hard dick. “They aren’t my conquests. And no…it’s not standard with the women I have sex with, I guess.”

Woozy from the strength of your orgasm and still operating on the fact that you could be out of the place by next week, you bit your lip and threw caution to the wind. “Would you…like to try it?”

As if he’d just been told he’d be getting a pony for Christmas, his eyes lit up and his cock bobbed on its own, again giving him away before he could properly articulate an answer. “I mean, I’ve done it once, but…it was really, really fucking hot. Would you let me?” he croaked quietly. “Are you really into it, like, with a guy? Not just your fingers?”

You nodded, blushing a little bit. “Yeah…it was one of the first things I did when I broke up with my first boyfriend years ago. He was vanilla and I wanted to step out of his box.” You reached over to rummage through the drawer in your bedside table for your lube. “Went into it unsure I’d like it, but I haven’t looked back since.” If you were going to be roommates, you might as well share some stories.

Granted, these were neither the stories normally told between roommates nor in a situation such as the one you found yourself in.

“You’re perfection,” Sam breathed, eagerly taking the lube from your fingers and placing a deep, sloppy kiss on your lips before pulling back abruptly. “Like this? How do you wanna do it?” he asked, obviously trying not to let his full enthusiasm show.

He failed quite grandly at that.

Knowing how it felt best, you flipped yourself over and brought your knees under you, glad that your face was buried in a pillow, because in this position, Sam would be able to see everything, which, considering this would only be his second time, was probably best for everyone. “Like this. Just make sure you stay the fuck away from from my pussy once you’ve touched my ass.”

Sam chuckled, and then you felt his trembling fingers apply cold lube to your asshole that made you jump. “I know that much,” he assured. “Just ‘cause I’ve only done it once doesn’t mean I don’t have tons of research under my belt.”

“Perv.”

The insult didn’t land when it was forced out on the tail-end of a moan as Sam slowly inserted his finger in. It had been a while since someone else had been back there – it wasn’t a kink you usually shared with someone else unless you held a bit of trust with them, but you’d forgotten how good someone else’s touch felt in comparison to your own.

“I told you– it was hot. I couldn’t stop thinking about it for weeks.” He continued to finger you, closely emulating how he did it only a short time earlier in a different entrance than the one he was exploring now. As soon as he could comfortably scissor you with two fingers without as much resistance as there had been initially, Sam let out a deep, grounding breath. “You ready?”

“Fuck me,” you said in response, trying not to drool on your pillowcase. Now that you’d recovered from your previous orgasm, you were vying for another and wished you had a toy. But your fingers would certainly suffice this time, especially with how sensitive you were. You didn’t think you’d need as much help as you might on a normal day.

The head of Sam’s cock tapped against your ass, slick with lube and ready to go. “Where? Where should I fuck you, Y/N?”

Oh, he was milking this. Absolutely, shamelessly making it into what would probably feature in his wet dreams for the foreseeable future. You couldn’t blame him, though– you had a great ass, after all.

So, you conceded, and for his pleasure, moaned, “Fuck my ass, Sam. Come on, I know you want to.”

He groaned at your response and did as you egged him to, letting the head press in first and then following it with each inch of his shaft, relishing in such a different experience than the one he’d had taking pleasing in your cunt. “Y/N,” he chanted, hands gripping onto your hips for dear life. “Holy shit, Y/N, Y/N– oh god, oh god, oh god.”

Being stuffed full in such an intimate place, the stretch of your ass around Sam’s dick burned in a way that was so good. Once you’d discovered the joys of anal play, the exploration that came next was just as good as any actual anal sex that you had afterwards. You remembered how you played around with different toys and different textures, just to feel as dirty as you did asking your first partner to play around with you.

“Sam,” you choked out, already rubbing furious circles over your slick-covered clit without much finesse, just wringing every ounce of pleasure from this interaction as you possibly could. “You– fuck, I forgot how good it felt to have someone–”

You were cut off by an abrupt thrust. But then, after that initial test-drive, Sam seemed to lose his inhibitions and snapped his hips into your ass, over and over again. You moaned like a whore – the intense reaction was rather called for after your month of celibate behavior and even longer without having someone indulge your secret thirst for anal sex.

“You like it when I use your ass, sweetheart?” Sam puffed, drawing confidence from your audible pleasure. “If I’d known you were such a kinky fuck I’d have propositioned you the day you moved in.”

“If that meant you’d fuck me like this, I’d have said yes.”

The ride was short, but all you needed to choke on your own breath and tighten around your own fingers, squeezing Sam to the point that he couldn’t make a sound that wasn’t strangled as if the grip your ass had on his cock was directly responsible for cutting off his air.

He couldn’t even tell you that he was cumming. You felt his hips lurch and his dick pulse each time a strand hit the pocket in the latex, but other than that, there was barely even a moan until Sam gained back the ability to function and fell forward, only barely catching himself on shaky, locked arms so as not to crush you. “Holy fuck,” he panted, drawing in deep breaths to make up for the one’s he’d missed. “Holy fuck.”

You could barely muster the energy to turn your head, spitting the material of your pillowcase out from between your lips where you’d bitten down to keep from being too awfully loud. “If you come and fuck my brains out every time I log into apartments.com, it would be a great incentive to not leave, just for future reference.”

Sam collapsed next to you and bonelessly flung an arm over to rub your bare back. “I think I’m in love with you.”

Despite his serious tone, you knew there was no conviction behind his words, so you laughed instead in liew of packing your bags and getting the hell outta Dodge. “This isn’t a fucking Hallmark movie, Sam. You can’t profess your love to me a month after meeting.”

“Damn,” he cursed, moving in close enough that his breath displaced a few strands of hair.

You smiled at his never-ending humor. “You’re just in love with the fact that I let you near my ass.”

Sam chuffed along with you and finally left to get a wet rag from his bathroom to wipe you down with. “Fine. I guess you might be right. But keep being so generous with your body and you never know…”

You let his statement dissipate without responding to it, and remained in the moment, with a soft, warm cloth running across your skin and feeling more relaxed than you had since getting the eviction notice two months ago.

You never thought you’d ever say it, but what an insane stroke of luck that turned out to be.

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How was the Sunny Dublin show?!!! Do you have any pictures?

How long was the macdennis segment? Was Glenn shaky on the macdennis "love affair" chat (saw a post on twitter) or was he just doing one of his Glenn bits like from the podcast where he acts like he's not into things before he's honest about it? Did they confirm Honey and Vinegar for s16 or were they just teasing the idea of it in future seasons? Were you able to see their expressions from your seat? (Sorry for being cringe and insane in your asks!)

hiii! sorry it took me so long to reply. I was kind of processing those days and also recovering from covid which i brought as a fun souvenir! (nw, it's all good) I can't possibly tell you how long the segment was but it def took up a good chunk of the show! i was sitting too far away to take good pictures or videos (nor did i want to yknow, kind of living in the moment) but i took this pic of the screen which was up for a satisfyingly long time

I honestly think glenn was just doing one of his "bits" because - imo - he's much more on our side when it comes to the meta level of the show just from how he is talking about dennis etc. I still love how bold rob was by just straight up saying macdennis is a love affair to some. at least, glenn then said to rob "love you, baby!" I remember meg saying it's one of her favourite dynamics but we already knew that. Oh, she also said that the impl*cation scene was put up there against her will and i agree. It's not a macdennis moment and I overall hate it (in parts because it is what dudebros cling to so desperately). I am amazed that they somehow managed to avoid talking about Mac and Dennis break up AGAIN by "letting the audience choose" (which is a fabricated thing because a hyped up audience will cheer and holler for anything) but i will say that Suburbs got a REALLY loud cheer. They played the montage from that and ofc the dinner scene with the "newsflash asshole" moment. Oh, we also had to watch glenn's naked ass on screen. Rob talked about shooting that scene and said how hard it was for him to keep up because glenn was bringing his whole talent to it and rob said he wasn't that good of an actor to keep up. glenn said he's sometimes concerned that there is this psychopathic side to him and that he needs to get that checked. They then played Mortgage Crisis but didn't really talk about it. BUT meg suggested that hugh honey & vic vinegar should make a comeback at some point and rob sort of agreed and so did the audience, so who knows! The segment ended with them playing the impl*cation scene instead of break up and meg saying mac and dennis keeping each other in check is one of the things she loves about that dynamic and that they follow their own specific set of rules.

Overall, it was a very fun show and I am happy I went. The mood was so great, on stage and in the audience. I couldn't see their expressions from up there but I did see rob pulling down his pants to show us his shamrock tattoo, so there's that image... I loved the video cameos by danny, artemis, the lawyer and even uncle jack. Glenn got drunk on stage to the point that rob felt the need to intervene when he got too annoying lmao. Glenn said rob gave him a shot of "tequila" backstage and it might have been the bit that tipped him over - he then got corrected because it was whisky of course (maybe he had flashbacks to the christmas special). They played family fight but it was sooo messy omg... never give buzzers to drunk man-children. Everybody celebrated kaitlin of course and it was... a special experience to hear her and glenn sing the tiny boy song live. Charlie sang a bunch of sunny songs. The one that got me most was "I like life at paddy's pub" of course, especially because the whole audience was singing along. They also had an inflatable tube guy on stage before the show started which I thought was hilarious and weirdly relaxing to watch... Oh, yes before the show started, they had a sunny playlist going on with all the classics like "the boys are back in town" and the ghostbusters song etc. During the intermission, they showed gag reels on screen. Hm what else... Not to burst the bubble, but they also talked about how they couldn't film s15 in Ireland because of covid restrictions, so the on locations shootings took place in california - movie magic! If I remember anything else that's of significance, I'll post a follow-up. I really hope they'll come back to europe soon because i'll def go again. It was so nice to meet other sunny fans IRL and hang out and have a good time together :) i am always amazed how a shared love for a show can bring people together... it's so wholesome. (and you could also sense their love for the show and each other and I think it's great for them to finally get such a direct feedback from the fans)

#ask #good-realtor-bad-realtor-dynamic #the always sunny podcast #live in dublin #iasip #macdennis #guys it was sooo much fun... my love for them grew #sorry this took so long #always sunny dublin

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She Might Be Your Girl (But She's Calling Me Daddy) (Rhea Ripley x OFC!Harper) (18+ Fic) (Pt. 2/3)

Not me being frustrated with my own character LMAO! Good God Almighty WHY IS SHE LIKE THIS?!

Will Rhea turn out to be right about Danny or is she just petty? 🤔

Next chapter is most likely the last and it's gonna be juicyyyy (and spicy of course!)

Enjoy! 💙 And thank you for being patient with me (and Harper's stupid ass! 🥴)

(gif made by me)

Disclaimer: All of the characters in this work of fiction are consenting adults. If the type of content I write isn't your cup of tea, do not read it.

Summary: Harper and Rhea have gotten themselves into a messy arrangement that threatens to tear them apart... Will either of them get their shit together??... STILL not in this chapter! 😹

Tags: 18+, mentions of Daddy Kink, consensual sex, friends with benefits to lovers, angst. Looots of angst. And stupidity between two adults who are too chickenshit to just talk things through. You've been warned...

Word Count: 1,511

I 100% didn’t wanna go to dinner with Rhea, Danny, and everyone else.

I’ve had this sinking feeling in my stomach since I agreed to Rhea’s invitation, and that feeling has only grown since.

Something in Rhea’s demeanor made me feel like things could go south at the dinner real fuckin quick…

And again, I questioned things.

I couldn’t even begin to fathom why Rhea seemed a bit snarky when it came to Daniel, but it was beginning to get on my nerves.

In the last few days, I couldn’t bring Danny up without Rhea having some bullshit to say even though she claimed that we were cool.

Two seconds away from texting Rhea and coming with an excuse to cancel the whole thing, I saw my phone light up on my bedside table with a text from Corbs.

As of late, he’s been thoroughly enjoying the drama that has ensued.

Just by looking at him, I knew he was saying ‘’I told you so’’.

But I couldn’t think of that.

I couldn’t think that Rhea could even possibly feel the same way I did.

Why? I don’t know.

But the thought terrified me as much as it filled me with happiness.

It was a fuckin weird position to be in.

Sometimes I wished that I could fess up to Rhea, but something always held me back.

Laughing to myself, I did just that and sleep a little bit more soundly.

As much as we liked to bust each other’s balls, Corbs and I trusted each other with our lives and I knew that despite him acting like a gossiping ole lady, he always had my best interest at heart.

If shit hit the fan at this dinner, I’d deal with it.

As I got dressed earlier, I felt like I was in a bit of a haze.

I didn’t wanna overdo it since we weren’t going to a particularly fancy restaurant, so I settled for a Motionless in White muscle tee, some ripped jeans, lipstick, a cute purse and some cute heels.

I didn’t even think as I was getting dressed, but I wasn’t going to make that mistake again…

‘’Why are you so nervous? They’re not meeting you for the first time.’’ Danny chuckled and rubbed my thigh affectionately as he drove us to Applebees and my knee bounced anxiously up and down.

The closer we got to the restaurant; I felt a shred of that anxiety return.

This felt wrong.

Just wrong.

But I wanted things to work out with Danny.

I really did… I think?

No, I liked Danny.

And naturally, I wanted my friends to like him too.

‘’I’m not nervous! I’m just hungry.’’ I lied, sticking my tongue out playfully.

‘’Goin as fast as I can, babe.’’ Danny chuckled again as he spun the steering wheel smoothly and made a left. ‘’Are they there already?’’ He asked before I pulled my phone out from my purse to ask my friends just that.

My stomach flipped a little when I looked at my phone to see that Rhea and Corbs were already there.

The second we arrived, the fuckshit began…

As Rhea eyes scanned my body up and down, and I saw her eyes zero in on my slightly oversized tee, my stomach sank.

There was recognition in her eyes.

A realization that made me realize my silly mistake.

The smirk on her face was very much like the cat who was just about to eat the canary and I immediately put 2 and 2 together, but it was too late.

‘’Oh! I was wondering where that shirt went. Good to know its in safe its in safe hands,’’ she said and winked at me before she settled back into the booth and lazily sipped her drink.

I could feel my face heat up and Danny’s grip on my hand went a bit slack.

I gave it a squeeze, but I said nothing.

The shirt was just fuckin comfortable, okay?

Her comment was completely unnecessary.

‘Oh, shut up. You know you love wearing something of hers. You always have. It makes you feel… hers.’’ That pesky voice in the back of my head piped in for the 28248438th time in the last few months.

‘’We already ordered drinks since we got here a bit early.’’ Baron said to Danny and me after he introduced himself to fill the silence.

‘’Oh ok!’’ I replied and I awkwardly slid into the booth next to Danny and across from Rhea.

When the boys arrived, the agony continued.

‘’So, you guys met on the road?’’ Dom asked, looking between me and Danny who stood almost rim-rod straight in the booth.

The tension between him and Rhea could be cut with a chainsaw, and I wanted nothing more than to run out of there and go home and cuddle with a pint of chocolate chip cookie dough ice cream.

‘’We did. When you guys came to Missouri, Harper and I ran into each other at a bookstore. I was there shopping with my little sister. She actually recognized Harper,’’ Danny laughed, and I blushed.

Rhea’s eyes went to me before landing back on Danny.

‘’We got to talkin’ and here we are.’’ Danny smiled at me.

I gave him a small smile that I tried to mean, then I focused back on my food.

‘’Harper didn’t mention that. So modest.’’ Rhea said while Finn, Corbin and Dom sat back and pretty much watched this all unfold.

This was starting to feel like a trainwreck I couldn’t stop.

‘’Are you fan of pro wrestling?’’ Damian asked Danny.

His tone or demeanor weren’t unkind, but I could see him observing Danny closely.

Damian was as easygoing as he was observant, not much went past him.

‘’My little sister is more so than me. I haven’t watched any of the shows in a minute. Sorry!’’ Daniel cringed playfully, making everyone laugh softly.

Except Rhea, of course.

‘’Really? That’s odd… your Instagram says that you were at the last years’ Rumble. And the year after that… and the one after that too. Seems a bit much for not being a fan.’’ She said, raising a brow slightly as Daniel stammered before he recovered.

‘’Well like I said, my sister loves watching. And her birthday usually falls around that time. So, I took her to a couple Royal Rumbles,’’ he shrugged.

But Rhea wouldn’t let up and I had had enough.

‘’So why isn’t she in any of those pos-‘’ She started to go back in until I held a hand up.

‘’Rhea, can I talk to you for a sec?’’ I smiled politely, getting up with her and dumping my napkin onto the table.

Danny’s flustered reaction did raise some alarm bells, I’ll admit.

But I still thought that Rhea was outta order.

‘’What the hell’s your problem with Danny? Ever since you’ve known of his existence you’ve done nothing but act like a complete douche about him. What is wrong?’’ I asked, crossing my arms over my chest, and leaned against the wall of the hallway leading into the ladies’ bathroom.

‘’I don’t trust him.’’ Rhea shrugged and I scoffed.

‘’On what grounds? Because his little sister isn’t plastered on his Instagram? She’s a child, Rhea! Maybe her parents don’t want her face all over the internet. Ever thought of that?!’’ I exclaimed before I remembered we were in public, and I lowered my voice.

‘’He’s a gym bro, he’s been to a couple shows- and not just Rumbles- and he’s claiming that he doesn’t watch any of it? Gimme a break, Harper. You can’t be this dense…’’ Rhea said impatiently, shoving her hands into the pockets of her jeans.

I squinted at her, jolting back a bit.

‘’Are you implying… are you implying that Danny’s only with me to get a foot in the door in the business?’’ I asked, my jaw dropping a bit at her bluntness and a little bit hurt.

Seeing the hurt in my eyes, Rhea grabbed my hand.

Just that small touch felt like heaven despite how irritated I was, and I once again remembered where we were.

And more importantly, with whom.

‘’Babe, I’m only looking out for you. I’m not getting good vibes, that’s all… but if you want me to back off, I’ll back off.’’ She murmured.

I knew some part of her did mean well.

But she wasn’t going about it in the best way, and I wasn’t about to let that slide.

I’ve let too much slide from her as it is.

Though I’ll admit I felt like a giant hypocrite.

Deep down I knew that I was only defending Danny this hard because I wanted to keep living this bullshit lie.

But nobody had to know that.

‘’Good. No more snide shitty comments, no more incessant questions… just, no more. Okay?’’ I demanded.

Rhea nodded, agreeing to behave for the rest of the evening.

And she did.

Little did I know things were about to come to an explosive halt soon…

Part 3

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Danny's Breakdown

Pairings: Danny and Ellie, Danny and Bridget, Danny and Kassie

Content Warning: Homophobia, Transphobia, Homophobic attack, minor violence, blood, breaking down, family fluff, arguments

Summary: Danny's night was going to be bad. He just knew it. He didn't know how bad though...

WC: 1533

Danny knew it would be a bad night already. He had walked into his parents fighting as usual. He was aged 15 and had just finished school, which was stressful enough. He had failed some homework, had failed a test and had been beat up by bullies so this made the day even worse. Dinner would be late, he wouldn’t be allowed to listen to his vinyls (thank god Beth had got him some Sony headphones and let him join her plan of Spotify Premium so he could still listen to his music at least).

He walked to his room, putting his head down, not wanting to be involved. Luckily he passed in time, glad that Bridget was spending time with her friend. He went into his bedroom and leaned back. Well, it wasn’t officially his bedroom, but it was his designated room with his electric guitar and drums as well as his DJ set that Beth had given him. His mom helped supply him with the drums and the guitar as well, which he was thankful for. He repaid his gratitude by doing extra chores around the house. His mother was thankful for that as he was doing her chores specifically hoovering the rooms and washing the dishes in the evening. She loved her children more than anything. Danny knew it was hard financially in the house as well, so it was double appreciation.

Soon enough the shouting stopped and the door was slammed, causing Danny to wince. He knew it was his dad who left. That’s when a knock came on his door. “Baby, it’s ok now. I’m sorry you had to walk in on that,” Ellie spoke through the door, not opening it and respecting his privacy. That’s when he opened it.

“It’s ok Mom. Don’t worry about it,” he spoke gently, smiling at her. “It’s getting close to you divorcing him, hm?” he asked quite bluntly. Ellie sighed and nodded.

“You won’t have to deal with him no more, I promise sweetheart,” she spoke. She knew how he was transphobic and didn’t support his son. “You want to pick Kassie up with me? I assume Bridget is at Mark’s house?” she asked and Danny nodded. “Yeah, I can help you pick up Kassie. I can help make dinner too and Bridget is away at Mark’s for a bit of the evening. Group project,” he explained, putting on some casual trainers. “Thank you, sweetheart,” she spoke, rubbing his hair as a thanks before they went to pick up Kassie.

It was around 7 pm when their dad came back and he was still pissed and also was a bit drunk. It was obvious with the way he walked. Danny went silent as he ate his pasta, Kassie and Bridget were in their bedroom eating as they were wanting to eat there and Ellie allowed it. Ellie meanwhile was sat with Danny, talking about their days. Danny lied a bit about his day, however, not that he would admit to his mom. He didn’t need to stress her out more.

Meanwhile, Ellie understood. “Your plate is in the stove, keeping warm,” she explained.

“I’m leaving after tonight,” he gruffly spoke as he grabbed his plate and went to Ellie’s bedroom. Ellie sighed in relief, actually happy he would be leaving however that would be a more financial strain. As long as she had her kids she would be happy though. Danny was also relieved. “That’s good,” he commented with a smile, soon finishing his food. Ellie nodded to agree. “Yeah, it is,” she agreed and was kissing his forehead. “You’re safe here now at least,” she added and Danny smiled, understanding that she just stayed with Jay to help pay the bills of the house.

Danny was just happy as long as his family was ok.

It was soon 11 pm and Danny was dressed for his midnight run he did around the block, 3 laps. He stood in front of the mirror, looking at his body. Fortunately for him, he had small breasts so he didn’t need a sports bra. He was wearing a simple black shirt and a pair of gold and blue shorts with his black and white running trainers. That’s when he walked out, seeing Ellie making a blanket. “Off on your run?” she asked. Danny nodded.

“Yeah, I am,” he spoke with a smile.

“I’ll be up for a while so I probably will be here when you come back, just be quiet,” she warned, not wanting Danny to wake up Jay. Danny nodded.

“I will be,” he spoke with a soft smile before he started for the door, grabbing his key, ready for his run.

After his second lap, he was face-to-face with his bullies. He didn’t know how but they had found out where he lived. There were 3 of them. Henry, Evan and Charlie. “Shit,” he hissed as he was backing up. “H-hey,” he stuttered to them, nerves taking over. Henry smirked, being the leader of the group. “Hey tranny,” he spoke, looking him up and down and snickered. “God you look pathetic,” he spoke as the other 2 surrounded him. “Yeah, she looks like a girl anyway,” Evan spoke and Charlie cracked his knuckles, not one for saying words and doing the beating while Evan held him and Henry helping Charlie by punching at the same time.

They continued to say homophobic and transphobic stuff before Evan quickly grabbed his arms. “Get him boys,” Evan spoke, holding him. Danny was weaker than him, he knew he was fucked. That’s why he just took the multiple punches and kicks. Eventually, they stopped, laughing as they slowly walked away after taking a photo. Danny knew that would be shared.

In total, he had a bleeding nose, and bruises all over his face and also over his stomach. He was sure he was bleeding on his elbow from a wound reopening it too. His legs also hurt as they were kicked. That’s when he called for help. Grabbing his phone, he messaged his mom. ‘I got beat up mom, I’m just outside the garage on the main street. Everything hurts’ he texted. He was trying to stay strong, but after sending the text, he finally broke from all the pressure that day, not so much the pain. He was used to it.

Thankfully his mom was quick. It had been about 3 minutes and she came rushing over. She seemed tired and was even breathing heavily. He assumed she ran down the stairs. “Oh sweetheart,” she spoke quietly before she was lifting him up. “Come on, let’s get you cleaned up,” she spoke, not commenting on his crying (which was quite loud). They were soon in the elevator, some of his blood getting on her. He tried to apologise but Ellie just shushed him. She just wanted to take care of him.

Eventually, they were in the house, and Bridget and Kassie were in the kitchen with a first aid kit. Ellie admitted what happened in her rush so they were going to help him out no matter what. Danny just hid his face, still crying. “Everything will be ok, don’t worry. I know it hurts right now,” Ellie stated quietly. Jay thankfully was fast asleep.

“It’s not just the pain… it’s the entire day that’s gone wrong,” Danny spoke, ranting about his entire day as his sisters and mother helped his wounds. Ellie was mad to hear he was bullied, she would be going to the school the next day to deal with it. For now though she would help her son.

Danny was thankful he had his entire family, and Bridget handing him his favourite stuffed toy. It was a shark plushie that was an off-brand Ikea one that she had bought him after he came out. Kassie meanwhile hugged him when she could and complimented him with all the masculine compliments.

He felt loved, he felt like life would be better soon enough. Eventually, he was sorted out and that’s when Ellie lifted him again. “You both should sleep now. It’s a school night. I’ll be with Danny tonight so go to his room if you need me,” she spoke gently. The girls nodded as they said their nights, saying compliments to Danny (which was rare as they always insulted each other but in a sibling way showing they didn’t mean the insults). He smiled as he said night to them all, accepting his Mom being with him. He knew he would sleep badly tonight but having her around would help.

“Thank you, Mom,” he spoke gently as he was trying to help Ellie set up a sleeping bag in his room. He would be sleeping on the couch in his room and Ellie on the floor. Danny had tried to say he would sleep on the floor but she refused.

“It’s no problem baby. I just want you to be ok. I will deal with it tomorrow I promise. Now let’s sleep ok? We can talk more about your grades tomorrow and see what would help. I’m not mad at you,” she reassured. Danny smiled and nodded.

He was truly loved.

#danny bixler #bridget bixler #kassie bixler #ellie bixler #evil dead rise #ratboy writing #ratboy writes

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Dannymay 2024, now with kitty paws!

Prompts from my AU, also in AO3

Day 25: Games

They did it. They finally reached their destination.

Danny, Sam and Tucker entered the cave where the entrance to the hidden place in which the item they needed was located. They had fought against a lot of enemies, resolved many puzzles, and went through many difficult challenges to reach this place. ‘The Temple of Despair’.

In that place, they would obtain the legendary armor, sword, and energy gun that they needed to beat the game.

The three teens were playing their favorite game ‘Doomed’.

“Dibs on the gun!” Tucker said. His character was one that used futuristic energy guns to defeat his enemies from a safe distance. Though the guns were not that different from the ecto-guns they used to fight ghosts.

“As long as I get the sword, I don't care” Sam’s avatar was huge and used black armor. She was one of the best players in the world even if she did not participate in any competition. The goth wanted the sword mostly because of the unique effect of the shadow aura that it would gave her.

“Nya!” Danny agreed to take the armor.

The halfa had discovered that he could possess his own computer and play the game from inside. Of course, only in his ghost cat form. It also didn't matter that his character was humanoid, as soon as he entered the game as a cat, his avatar became that of the cat form he obtained that day.

Danny was a white cat with his tail and paws fading into pixels. Very fitting to use inside the game.

“Let’s go. Remember to look out for traps” Sam led them into the temple.

“Sure. Danny, you lets us know when enemies are coming” Tucker had an ability to detect and disarm traps.

“Meow!” Danny’s ability was useful to know when strong enemies were around them. It didn't work against weak enemies though.

Little by little, the party of three conquered the ‘Temple of Despair’. Many enemies were slayed, lots of treasure chests were opened, and many traps were disabled by Tucker, making their journey even faster.

After some time, they reached the last room of the temple. There, the boss of the ‘Temple of Despair’ was waiting for them. It looked like an amalgam of insects, snakes and crows. It looked very scary but the teens thought that it wouldn’t look out of place in the Ghost Zone.

Once they defeat the boss, they would obtain the legendary items they came for.

“Ok, you both know the plan, right?” Sam said. Her friends tended to get distracted and forget the plan sometimes.

“Yes, yes. You tank. I deal damage and heal a little while Danny makes the most damage” Tucker nodded. They had done this strategy a lot of times already.

“Yes, so don’t glitch the game again Danny. I don’t want to go through this dungeon again” Sam warned the cute white cat next to her.

“Meeeow” Danny nodded, understanding what she meant.

The halfa had glitched the game many times already because he used his ghost powers inside the game and that made the digital world do strange things. Things like making the boss intangible and unbeatable. That was a hard fight for everyone involved and they had to glitch the game even more to defeat that boss.

Thanks to the strategy and Danny controlling his instincts about using his powers, they defeated the boss and gained the legendary items.

Sam looked even more powerful and goth-like with the dark aura surrounding her avatar’s body. Tucker was quite happy with his new gun as it shoots energy beams extremely fast. Danny put on the armor but, because his form was not part of the game, it didn't appear on him. Though Danny knew his normal avatar would have the armor anyway.

The special feature about the armor was that it gave him a new ability to run at great speeds. Danny loved running super fast around his friends.

#Danny Phantom #cat danny #dannymay 2024 #dannymay2024

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Chapter Thirteen

Masterpost

Sam couldn’t stop pacing the edge of the Isle of the Phantom Fright and Grave. It was a long walk, but she’d already completed it ten times by now. Danny was bringing some people from Gotham to the Phantom Isle, and she couldn’t figure out how to feel about it. She’d always been told that her emotions were too intense, but this was one of the few times she actually agreed.

She and the others had all seen what memories Danny had been willing to show thanks to the powers of a Viewing Room, but that wasn’t enough, was too much, was- Ancients she didn’t know! Apparently, according to the stupid old Clock, she and the others would regain their memories of the past when they reached a certain point in their Existence, but she didn’t want to wait that long, couldn’t wait that long.

These people were some she had likely never met, people she didn’t know how to defend against, people that could betray Danny without her ever knowing because she was too busy helping to do damage control on the last betrayal. If the people were anything like the memories, they were highly trained and capable of doing damage to Danny that she wouldn’t be able to help undo. If they were anything like the memories, then they would never willingly cause that type of damage.

She knew that Damian knew of one past life, probably the one Danny had shown them snippets of, but she didn’t know if any of the others remembered. Sam was still haunted by the look on Danny’s face when she’d asked who all had the memories. There had to be something that Danny wasn’t telling them, but she couldn’t interrogate him about it when talking about it hurt him so much.

Sam huffed as she spun around to begin pacing again, the black and green of her skirt flaring around her in a satisfying way. She passed the beautiful architecture of the buildings on the Isle, all themed around different members of their little group, some of which probably belonged to the very people Danny was currently escorting here, the people to blame for her doing much more walking than she’d planned to today.

Footsteps on the path around her alerted her to an approaching person that could only be Jazz. Danny and Elle were with the group, along with Damian and Talia, and Tucker was locked away in his spiraling tower, trying his best to make sure Jack would never find Danny. With the footsteps came an overwhelming feeling of calm-soothing-happy-peace-arrival. The feeling oozed through the air in a way that made Sam’s spine crawl in an odd way.

“Glad to see someone’s in a happy mood.” Sam’s voice was low and grumbly, making her sound more like an immature child than she’d wanted.

“It is understandable why you would not feel the same, you don’t feel like you have enough information. You aren’t seeing or feeling what I am, what they are. Come, walk with me.” Jazz’s voice was calm, and her face was fixed into the expression she wore when she knew something that would help if only she could figure out how to share it without breaking any vows or rules.

Sam sighed, letting the tension in her body relax as she nodded. “This had better not make me late to greet them though.”

“Relax,” Came the knowing reply, “Danny will be a little late due to the changes the Realms are going through right now, he forgot to account for the moving of Skulker’s Hunt-Lair due to what today is.”

Sam scowled to be reminded of the main reason she was so worried besides the guests that would be arriving. She kept her mouth shut, knowing Jazz would just give her a vague answer about Danny knowing what he was doing when it came to this.

They walked down a path that hadn’t been there a few seconds before, neither batting an eye because of how normal of an occurrence this was. It could only have been about a minute before they stopped in front of a sprawling landscape that looked like a lot of different types of animal habitats had been combined in a way that didn’t quite make sense to Sam, but she appreciated the care the plants had reviewed even if she’d never been able to enter this space. There was a cabin in the center area that looked cozy and easily defensible. All in all, it didn’t look like a horrible place, even if she wasn’t as good at Danny or Jazz at using a person’s surroundings and mannerisms to gauge their personality.

“What do you see?” The question felt calm on the surface, but a strange sense of anticipation laid under it, like a tiger in the shade.

Sam raised an eyebrow at Jazz before telling her about the observations Sam had made. Jazz nodded before saying, “I see Damian.”

Sam straightened, suddenly tense for an entirely different reason than before. No one had been able to figure out who the strange zones not claimed by any of them belonged to, but now Jazz was telling her that this strange field was Damian’s? Suddenly, the purpose of their walk hit her with the force of a fully charged ecto-laser. Jazz was trying to comfort her by telling her which place belonged to which person after letting her observe it with an open mind.

She suddenly felt much more enthusiastic for what was to come. That was, until a thought crossed her mind. “I’m not continuing this if it will stop me from being there when they arrive.” Her tone was one that usually brokered no arguments, but one could never be too sure with the Nightengale siblings.

“It will be fine, Danny forgot to calculate some islands shifting, so they’ll be a bit longer than earlier estimates. The latest we will be is a few moments after they arrive.” The look Jazz gave her was knowing, and the feeling that swamped Sam was one that told her to listen and follow without giving too much away.

“Lead on then.” Her tone was much more defeated than she felt, but it was the only form of rebellion she would give, playing it up was a necessity.

Duke, Stephanie, Cass, Alfred, Tim, and Bruce were all locked behind Clockwork Spoiler Fences. Meaning she only saw a wall of clocks rather than the actual interior. She was starting to get frustrated when they approached a massive big top tent surrounded by all sorts of interesting and out of place items.

Jazz didn’t even ask a question this time, probably sensing Sam’s rising frustration. “The area belongs to Dick, it breathes him if you listen close enough. The out of place objects are symbols of those he considers family, those he would do anything to protect. Do you understand why I’m telling you this, why I’m showing you this?”

Sam almost snapped a rude answer out of frustration, but then some of the things in the yard registered to her. They looked newer then the others, less sure in a way that she couldn’t describe. There was a tech filled area that kind of looked like Tucker’s work area when he found a project that he couldn’t put down, there was a small library section filled with psychology books and notebooks with a good light above it, there was a mini greenhouse, and there was an area that looked like it was ripped from the night sky to be made into a nice lounging area with plenty of room for lots of people.

“I. You.” It was like the frustration drained out of her as the biggest realization of the night hit her. “Dick is like Danny, very family oriented. It doesn’t matter if the others were locked behind fences because Dick isn’t. You wanted me to know that Danny trusting them has a reason. You’ve definitely seen more memories than us and know that I’d trust them anyway, but I needed to calm down first. I get it. We can go back now.”

Jazz gave her a bittersweet smile that had her hackles raising. “We aren’t quite done yet. Follow.”

Sam was nervous, yet she followed, there was nothing else to do. They came upon what looked like a building that would definitely fit into her mental image of Gotham, a bizarre mix of styles that somehow fit together, likely paying homage to several different stages in the person’s life. Most of the windows were covered in locks and ways to stop people from seeing inside, even far up the building. Sam could see a few traps that looked well made.

She looked to Jazz, confused, only to see a look that she couldn’t decipher, too many emotions in so few space. Turning back to the building, she looked closer, finding signs of wear and tear and a few hasty looking patch jobs. A couple sections looked burned, a few had odd water damage, and a few looked like they were being held together by pure will after an explosion. There were some paint jobs that looked like they were done with human blood, and there were some parts that looked like they would fit a mansion better.

Looking even closer, she saw something that stopped all the thoughts in her head. Something that stopped her heart, stopped her breathing, and had her feeling like she was falling. Hidden in a way most people wouldn’t catch were symbols, ones she could barely read, Existence Speak given written form. Most were written in a hand she recognized, Danny’s, but some of it was written by someone she’d never met. That wasn’t what had stopped everything about her though. Hidden just a little better were symbols she did recognize, could read, and never thought she’d see.

“I see Jason.” The words were near breathless, full of sorrow and hope and so many other emotions. They sounded almost like they hurt to say, pulled from unwilling lips in a way that had Sam’s emotions rising and swirling with defensive intent.

“Who was going to tell me Jason was Danny’s betrothed?”

~`~`~

Dick couldn’t put his finger on it, but something was off. He’d known Danny for close to a year now, long enough to know at least a little about how he operated, and Danny wasn’t straying from that pattern. It rubbed him the wrong way in such a way that he couldn’t verbalize it. Jason was off too and not just off in the way he’d been lately. The family had gotten used to the new normal, and Dick seemed to be the only one to notice something was very off.

If he was being perfectly honest, Dick expected there to be some tension in the air, a group of them was going to another dimension that contained all the afterlives and more, anyone would be tense at that. However, even those one would expect not to be tense had this sense of urgency underlaying everything they did.

He was getting better at knowing when to push and when not to, thanks to all the therapy he’d finally signed up for, but he couldn’t seem to find a way to safely navigate whatever was going on today. Figuring it would help soothe his nerves, and trusting his family to make sure he didn’t do anything stupid while he was zoned out, he went over his list for the day.

He had brought along his gift for Tim, so it wasn’t that he was forgetting anything. He had double checked to make sure their alibis were as good as possible. Dick had even taken the time to arrange back-up alibis that would work in some of the cases the originals would have failed. He’d done everything to plan for as much as he could, so the tension wasn’t coming from him in any way.

Then what could possibly be the reason? They were doing this trip for Jason, Danny had agreed, Damian and Nellie were excited for the trip until today, Talia was doing her best to make sure everyone had a good time, Bruce had done as much research as possible, Tim had asked every question he could think of, and the others were filled in on what all was going down. There was no logical reason for this much tension to be happening.

He was dimly aware of the group entering a warehouse and boarding an insane looking vehicle, was it frog shaped or was that just him stressing too much to see it clearly?, but he refused to focus until he figured out where the tension was coming from.

He didn’t get much further into his thoughts before someone was talking at him. “Why?” He internally winced at the word he hadn’t meant to blurt.

His awareness of his surroundings came back as he found himself staring into the emotionless face of Nellie. “Buckle before we have to host another funeral for you. Once was bad enough, don’t make it happen twice.”

Every thought left his head as he sank into a seat and numbly snapped the many straps around his body, there were more safely straps here than in the Bat Jet. As soon as he was fully strapped in, her words sank straight to his bones, giving him a horrible idea that he immediately brushed aside to focus on the world around him. That couldn’t be the reason for the tension, Danny and the others had to be more aware than that.

The strange ship they were in jolted forwards and suddenly they were in a wash of green. It was close enough to a Lazarus Pit that Dick knew the entire family would be on edge, but he found that he couldn’t rip his eyes away from it long enough to double check. Something about the place seemed so familiar, so… he couldn’t even figure out what. The tension from before fell to the second priority as he struggled to see as much of the world as he could.

“The Nightingale Dimension Hopper is completely opaque on the outside yet completely see through on the inside without showing any of the things that make it function.” There was pride in Damian’s voice, pride Dick never thought he would get to hear about anyone but Baby Bat’s animals.

He shifted slightly in his seat in order to see the screens better and let out a yelp of surprise when his seat adjusted itself so that he was facing the wall. There was purple spiraling into the green around him, the combo should have brought to mind the Joker, but all Dick could think about was his parents, oddly enough.

“Did we forget to mention the seats will adjust themselves based on who is seated in them?” Nellie sounded like she was going to say more when she was cut off by the slightly tense voice of Danny.

“Explanations can wait, I’m switching off of autopilot, there will be more shifts than originally calculated for. Everyone needs to be completely buckled in, now. Including you Nellie.”

There was a whine even as Dick heard the sound of her complying with her parent’s orders. The Hopper jolted before darting down in a dizzying spiral, Dick’s chair adjusting to let him see the doors snapping into rightful place mere seconds after they passed. Suddenly, they started heading up at a slow pace, still weaving around doors that shifted around them in a way that simply felt right.

The trip was filled with sudden shifts in speed and direction as Danny continued to skillfully avoid doors that hadn’t been there a few seconds earlier. There were some near collisions that pulled gasps from those near Dick, but he couldn’t figure out why. It was clear to him why Danny needed to make those changes, they would have been hit otherwise.

Despite the strange flying that followed a pattern Dick was beginning to think the others couldn’t see, the flight was going fairly smoothly until Dick shouted a wordless warning right as Danny slammed on the brakes, hard. They came to a stop so sudden that it produced a screeching noise from someone in the room.

“Why did you stop?” Bruce’s gruff voice demanded seconds before a massive island snapped into place with a sense of purpose.

Dick didn’t know what he was feeling, what he was thinking, or why it happened, but a weapons deck that just looked like a wall of weapons suddenly appeared in front of him. He ignored every button except one he knew would increase their speed. His hand was already moving towards it as Damian shouted from behind him, “Hit it!”

If he thought the Hopper was fast before, it was nothing compared to this. The speed they were going was hard to describe. Dick tried to think of something he could use to explain this to those not here, but the only thing he could come up with didn’t make sense. After all, how could a ship outspeed a Flash, but that was exactly what it felt like. Dick could almost physically feel time slowing down as the Hopper accelerated to speeds that could only be described as impossible.

As suddenly as the speed started, it stopped, which definitely should have snapped their necks. It made perfect sense to Dick that it wouldn’t, however, because it was an invention Danny made, so of course it wouldn’t kill those Danny invited to board.

Wait a minute, why would he know that?

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