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Batting Practice Part 1 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley gets roped into helping Bob coach tee ball, even though he knows nothing about kids. But he is immediately charmed by his team and one of the moms.

Warnings: Fluff, angst and swearing

Length: 3400 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female single!mom Reader

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"I could really use your help," Bob told Bradley over some drinks at the Hard Deck. "Jake wouldn't take it seriously enough, and Phoenix already volunteers at the animal shelter. Will you do it?"

Bradley tipped his pint glass against his lips and took a long drink. "Ten weeks is a long time," he told his friend.

Bob drummed his fingers against the bartop. "I need a contingency plan in case I get deployed. That's the only way the league will let me coach a team."

Bradley leaned forward on his elbow. "Bob, I don't really even know anything about tee ball. Or kids for that matter."

"You played baseball in college!" Bob reminded him with a hopeful smile. "And you were really good, right? Starting shortstop all four years?"

"You're just trying to use that against me, aren't you?" Bradley asked with a chuckle.

"Of course I am! My sister is begging me to do this, and I want to! My niece is struggling in school, but she loves sports. I think she would do better with a coach she's familiar with," Bob gushed. "Come on."

But he was still shaking his head. "It's not that I don't want to, Bob. It's just that, I don't know anything about kids!"

"Kids are simple. You treat them like their opinions matter, and they'll love you forever. At least that's how it works with Piper, my niece."

Bradley heaved a deep sigh. It wasn't like he had anything better to do with his time. He was single, work ended at 4:30 when he wasn't deployed, and he really did love baseball. It might be fun to teach a bunch of kids how to play. Hell, what did he have to lose?

"Yeah, okay."

Bob's eyes went wide behind his glasses. "Really? You'll be the co-coach of the Tiny Eagles with me?"

With a shrug and a smile, Bradley nodded his head. "Yeah, Bob. I'll be your co-coach."

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"What do you mean you're not allowed peanut butter in the lunchroom?" you asked your son as you were making his school lunch. "You took a peanut butter and jelly sandwich on Friday!"

"That was last week, mommy. The rules have changed, and it's important to be flexible."

You really despised it when your six year old used your own words against you.

"Everett, I don't have time for this. You'll need to buy lunch today, okay? Be flexible?" you said, glancing down at your half-dressed body. You needed to be on time for work today, therefore the elementary school cafeteria food would just have to do.

Everett scrunched up his nose but said, "Okay, mommy."

"Perfect," you said, shoving the jar of peanut butter to the side and pouring two bowls of cereal. "Eat your cheerios so I can get you to school."

You inhaled your own breakfast and then dashed back up to your room to finish getting ready. Your suit with the tight pants was the only one that was clean, so you squeezed yourself into them and found a clean bra. Frank would be in the office today, and you'd gotten used to him meeting up with you around lunchtime to make out a little bit, even though it was strictly against company policy. He'd like the tight pants, you supposed.

Once you added some mascara and lip gloss to your face, you found your black heels and started back down the stairs. "Shit," you muttered, turning around again. Today was Everett's first day of tee ball practice, so you grabbed a pair of old sneakers to change into later.

You felt like a scattered mess all the time, especially since Danny, your ex-husband was almost no help with Everett. Every time you thought about him, you wanted to punch the wall, so you took a calming breath and put a smile back on your face before you entered the kitchen.

"Let's get going, sweetie. You've got tee ball after school today, so I'm packing some extra snacks."

"Yes!" Everett cheered. "I've been waiting all month for baseball to start!"

You smiled and ushered him out to your car. "Remember, it's not quite baseball, so don't get ahead of yourself, Ev. But tee ball is a good place to start."

"Yeah, I know. But it's still going to be fun."

Once you dropped him off at school, you raced to your office and tried to sneak to your desk without anyone bothering you. Thankfully you made it all the way there before Frank let himself in.

Yeah, you and he were hooking up. Yeah, you had slept over his house last weekend while Everett was with your sister. But you still didn't want him to just waltz into your office whenever he felt like it.

"Hey, baby," he whispered, walking toward your desk. "How are you?"

"I'm fine, Frank," you told him, trying to compile your spreadsheets while he kissed your cheek. "Just very busy. And Everett has practice this evening."

"When are you free to go out again?" he asked, stroking his fingers down your neck. God, it felt good to be touched like this, but Frank really wasn't your type, and he was mediocre at everything. He was mediocre at work, usually doing the bare minimum. He was a mediocre kisser. He had mediocre looks. He was probably below average in bed.

But you were a single mom who barely had time to eat, only washed her hair three times a week, and usually fell asleep about thirty minutes after Everett did every night.

"I'm not sure, Frank. I'll have to let you know." Bottom line, you'd probably schedule another date for next week when you'd be too horny again to mind that you weren't that into him. Not the best way to live your life, but what else were you supposed to do?

"You just call me, and I'll take you out anywhere you want."

What you wanted was to be able to introduce Everett to the guy you were spending time with, but Frank hated kids.

"I'll let you know. I'm just busy at the moment, so..." You let your sentence hang until he nodded and took the hint. When your door closed behind him, you got back to work. Of course you were in the middle of a phone call and existing solely on caffeine when your alarm went off to let you know you needed to go pick Everett up.

"Sounds great. I'll talk to my clients and get back to you soon," you said, ending your work call and sweeping your work into your bag.

"Shit." You'd accidentally skipped your lunch again. You ate your sandwich while you were in the car pickup line at Everett's school and then touched up your mascara and lip gloss.

"Ready, sweetie? First day of practice!"

He climbed into the car and buckled himself into his seat. "Ready!"

You just smiled as he tugged his Phillies hat lower over his forehead. You'd been taking him to Padres games as often as you could, ever since he'd become obsessed with baseball. Each time the Padres played a new team, you let Everett pick out a shirt or hat to remember the game by. For some reason that Phillies cap was his favorite.

"I hope my team colors are red and white, so they match my hat," he said, munching on a snack while you pulled into the ballpark lot.

"That would be fun. Just remember, we don't complain about things like the color of your uniform," you mumbled, snagging an empty spot next to a vintage Ford Bronco. You gave it a quick once over before you got Everett and his equipment out of the car and started to head toward the field, changing your shoes as you went.

"Are those my coaches?" Everett asked as you lugged his bat and carried your heels in one hand. "What were their names again?"

"Um, Coach Bob and Coach Bradley? I think? We'll find out in a minute," you said, but when you looked up, you saw two extremely handsome men walking toward you. They were wearing matching blue jerseys, caps and whistles, and your tummy dipped at the way the one with darker hair carried himself when he walked. He was almost strutting across the infield, and his baseball cap was on backwards.

You bit back an embarrassing sound before it could escape you, and you had to force your mouth to shut.

"Come on, mommy!"

Your attention snapped back to your son who was now headed for the bleachers. He was already changing into his cleats amongst all the other kids by the time you caught up to him.

When you glanced up toward the coaches again, the one with the backward hat was already looking at you. His head was cocked a little to one side, and he had a cute, crooked smile playing at the corner of his mouth. And you immediately wanted to disappear.

How embarrassing, being caught out like that. The blond coach with glasses blew his whistle, and the kids went into a frenzy. You quickly shoved Everett's sneakers into his bag and got your phone out. You took a seat near the other parents while Everett and the other kids all trotted out to the field.

But you could clearly hear the two women behind you whispering. "These coaches are eye candy, Tara! This season is going to be fantastic!"

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"Here's the full schedule. And you don't have to worry about the theme days, because I already took care of all of them," Bob said, clearly trying to sound reassuring as he handed Bradley packet after packet of paperwork.

"Theme days?" Bradley asked, skimming the calendar.

"Yeah, like there's a day where the kids can wear costumes for practice. Another day where they can dress in their favorite sports shirt. A swim party. Fun stuff to keep them engaged. I already added them to the calendar," Bob said. Bradley just nodded as they made their way back across the field.

But when he looked up toward the bleachers, his eyes caught on something so pretty, he couldn't look away. You were carrying some seriously tall high heels in one hand and a tee ball bat in the other as you made your way toward the huge group of kids.

Bradley should be embarrassed. He really should. He had assured Nat that there was no way he was going to start jonesing for any of the moms. They weren't his type. He never sought them out, and he never ever dated them.

But there was no denying that you were exactly the type of woman he'd try to chat up. You were pretty; god, you were gorgeous. Your suit pants were distractingly tight, and he thought your sneakers looked cute paired with them. He was grinning when you made eye contact with him, and his smile just grew.

He watched you scramble and pull your phone out of your pocket just as Bob blew his whistle, calling the kids onto the field.

"Welcome, Tiny Eagles! I'm Coach Bob, and this is Coach Bradley! Who's excited to be here for tee ball?"

Bradley couldn't help but smile as all of the kids jumped up and down and cheered. Lots of them had cute grins with missing teeth, and Bob's niece Piper was hugging Bob's leg.

"When I point at you, tell us your name, okay?" Bob went through the group of twenty kids, and Bradley would be lucky to remember even three of their names after this first practice.

"Let's get started with some warm-ups!" Bob instructed. "Who knows how to do jumping jacks?"

All of the kids started jumping at the same time while Bradley and Bob tried to get them to count to ten. Their excitement had Bradley smiling and laughing, and at Bob's instruction, he led all the kids in a jog around the bases. When he rounded second base and then third, Bradley had the perfect view of you sitting at the bottom of the bleachers.

You were tucking your hair behind your ear, and he met your eyes again. This time you smiled back before your eyes dipped to the turf in front of you. Then you glanced up again and waved your fingers to whichever kid was yours. Bradley could imagine you waving to him that way. He could imagine you doing a lot of things he might like.

He sighed and joined Bob as he started to get the kids lined up for practice catching. Bradley adjusted gloves on a few kids' hands, and then he knelt down in front of an adorable little boy who had untied laces.

"Hey kiddo, what's your name again?"

"Everett!"

"Right. Everett. Can I re-tie your laces for you? Make them nice and tight? Don't want any injuries so early in the season."

When the boy nodded, Bradley started to tie up the cleats for him.

"I like your Phillies cap. That's my favorite team," Bradley said with a smile.

He watched the kid's eyes grow wide. "Really? It's my favorite team, too! My mom took me to see them play the Padres last year, and they won!"

"Oh yeah? Your mom sounds cool."

He nodded vigorously. "My mom is so fun. She doesn't really know stuff about baseball, but she took me to a bunch of games to see different teams last summer."

Bradley was grinning as he was about to stand. "Which one's your mom?"

Everett turned to look over his shoulder, and Bradley followed his extended finger to where you were sitting. "Over there. In the suit."

Bradley watched you uncross and recross your legs and play with your hair before you glanced up from your phone and found him and Everett both looking at you. A hesitant smile found your lips and you waved again. This time Everett and Bradley both waved back.

"Holy cow, kid. Your dad's lucky."

Everett just gave Bradley a confused look. "Oh, no. He's not fun like her. He doesn't take me anywhere."

"Ready?" Bob called to where Bradley and Everett were chatting. With one final look at you, Bradley stood and led Everett by the hand to where the kids were all lined up along the first base line.

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So that was Coach Bradley. You didn't seem capable of keeping your eyes off him. Your phone kept buzzing with work emails that you kept ignoring. Any time Everett wasn't engaged in the practice, your gaze drifted to Coach Bradley, his backward hat, and his snug shorts.

The other moms and nannies were all abuzz over the cute coaches, and you were silently agreeing with everything they said.

"They both must be at least six foot two."

"I wonder if they are single. I don't see any rings. God, I hope they are single."

"I'd let Coach Bradley bring his whistle to bed."

When practice ended, you were flushed and warm as you started to gather up Everett's bag. He came running over to you with his arms outstretched for a hug.

"Guess what! Coach Bradley likes the Phillies!"

You laughed as you caught him for a hug. "Does he really?" you asked, glancing to see that all of the moms had swarmed around both of the coaches.

"Yeah! It's his favorite team!"

"Did you have fun then? Tee ball is a success, and you want to come back on Thursday?"

"Yes!"

"Love to hear that. Let's get packed up and head home for dinner."

But Coach Bradley was looking at you again as you tossed Everett's mitt and cleats into his bag. And when you began to turn to head back to your car, he came jogging over to you.

"Hi," he said with a smile. "I didn't get to introduce myself before. I'm Bradley."

He held out his big hand to you, but you felt like you were moving in slow motion now. His voice was so deep and raspy, and his hand was big and calloused. He was so tall, standing right in front of you and smelling like sweat and spicy deodorant. And you didn't even want to get started on his brown eyes and his mustache. You were turned on enough that you feared you might squeak instead of actually speaking, but you did manage to open your mouth and tell him your name as you slipped your hand into his.

"It's nice to meet you," he replied, and your tummy dipped again. "Everett told me you took him to see the Phillies play."

"I did. Last summer. He's baseball obsessed." You were still gently shaking his hand, but he wasn't letting go yet.

"He's a fun kid. Happy he's on my team."

"He likes you already," you said with a smile, and as your hand left his, you missed his warmth right away.

Suddenly Everett popped up next to you. "I'm hungry."

You kissed his forehead and said, "I have snacks for you in the car. And I'll make dinner as soon as we get home. Can you thank your coaches?"

Everett smiled and gave Bradley a high five when he held his hand up. "Thanks Coach Bradley," he said before running off toward Coach Bob.

You went to grab the equipment bag off of the bench, but Bradley reached for it too. "If you're heading out, I could walk up with you." You nodded and let him take the bag as Everett ran back over.

As you scooped up your heels and led the way to your car, you listened to your son ask his coach a string of questions.

"Are we going to do batting on Thursday? What if it rains? Do we get a rain delay? Have you ever won coach of the year? How long have you been a Phillies fan?"

You were just about to tell Everett to chill, but Bradley started to answer all of the questions in stride.

"We are definitely going to have batting practice on Thursday. I'm pretty sure we will just cancel practice if it rains. You don't want your mom to have to sit on a bench in the rain while you have all the fun and get muddy, do you?"

Everett just laughed and shook his head.

Bradley continued. "This is my first time coaching, so no awards yet. And I've been a Phillies fan since I was about your age."

"How old are you now?" Everett asked.

"That's not nice to ask adults, Ev," you said, tossing Bradley an apologetic look.

"What? I just want to know if he's the same age as you," Everett replied. Then he turned to Bradley and said, "My mom is thirty three."

"Everett!"

But Bradley was just laughing. "How about a math problem. What's thirty three plus three?" he asked, but he was still smiling at you as he adjusted his baseball cap.

"Thirty six!" Everett said as you all reached your car.

"That's how old I am," Bradley informed him with a smirk. "And you're very good at math."

"Mom! He's your age!"

"That's enough, Ev," you said, ushering him into the back seat. You took the bag from Bradley and tossed in on the backseat as well.

You turned to Bradley and tucked your hair behind your ear. "Thanks for walking us up. And sorry about the interrogation."

"I don't mind," he said, leaning in closer to you so he could see Everett, and making your breath hitch in the process. "See you on Thursday, kiddo?" he asked Everett, and his neck was right next to your face. He smelled so good.

"See you on Thursday, Coach!"

Bradley opened the driver's door for you, and as you thanked him and slid past, you realized you were more attracted to him after less than an hour in his presence than you were to Frank.

"See you on Thursday," he said before gently closing your door.

As you backed out of your parking spot, you watched him toss some of his gear and his hat into the vintage Bronco. He ran his hand through his hair and waved to Everett who was waving out the window.

"Coach Bradley is so cool."

"I'm glad you liked him," you replied, and you watched him in your side view mirror as he started unbuttoning his jersey. You swallowed hard. "I liked him, too."

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Forget Me Not

A/N: Danny boy. Lovely Danny boy. I mean just look at that man. How could you not love him? Enemies to lovers and smut, what more could you want? I know this one is a bit shorter than what I normally produce, but I assure you longer fics with Danny are on their way. As always let me know what you guys think and enjoy!

Warnings: SMUT. DNI if under 18. 18+ content only.

Word Count: 8.5k+

True love is a false connotation made up by fairytale authors and movie directors to get people to buy their books and see their films. In reality, no one ever truly meets their “soulmate” that fate sent to them that has been concocted by the heavens to be the perfect piece of the missing portion of their heart. Come on, really? Who the hell buys into that?

Plenty of people, actually. The dreamers of the world. The individuals who will never stop the search until they feel like they’ve met the one. Which is obviously working as divorce rates sky rocket across the world. Yeah, totally working.

It’s the realists who keep themselves grounded to the real world. Not falsifying some ridiculous notion that every person is going to be perfectly matched. Because it’s simply not true. Most people end up settling for what they get, even if it’s not what they deserve. Making all of these ideas about what they could be like, seeing them fall short of it, and being upset by it.

Nope, not for you. You knew that the cream of the crop wasn’t what your dating pool would ever look like. Getting the best selection of people possible that you could hand pick from the sea of lovers that so desperately wanted you for their own. It made you snort just thinking about it.

Of course, this isn’t 100% true for everyone, but it was true for you. Taking what you could get because you just assumed that this was as good as it was going to get. That these were the cards dealt by the universe and this was what you deserved.

Now, your best friends on the other hand had no such fate as your own. They were the epitome of having the best of the best to choose from. That’s what having a leg up in the world did for you. Being literal rock stars worked in favor for you. Not a thing to worry about because if you didn’t like who was in your lap now, in a split second you could have something else.

Two of the four didn’t fit into that category. Sam and Jake had seemingly found their person and were content with where they were. Danny was whoring around the world and was constantly invoking eyerolls from your end at the sheer ridiculousness of it and the tales he would share within your earshot. Sweet Josh was so happy by himself that he was galvanting his singleness around, enjoying being alone before he eventually fell into something with someone.

Three of the four you were extremely overjoyed for. The Kiszka boys would always hold a special place in your heart. The other one? Not really. You weren’t even sure where and when it had started, but it was just the foundation your “relationship” was built on. The snarky, sarcastic, annoyed moods just seemed to wash over you whenever he entered the room.

He was the same with you, too. It wasn’t one sided in the least. If you dished it out, he was giving it right back. For some reason, it was just how you two were with one another. You didn’t challenge it.

Danny wanted nothing more than to challenge it. He despised this idea of a “relationship” with you. In fact, it drove him mad. He wasn’t the type of guy to openly express his feelings and maybe he had missed the turn to be able to do so with you, but now he was in a permanent purgatory hellscape of dealing with this.

Yet, he would take the shitty interactions because at least it was that. An interaction. A tiny sliver of a conversation with you. A way to have some form of communication with you. As long as he got to speak directly to you, he would put up with it. What he didn’t want to put up with however, was the douchebag that is Connor.

The entire group hated the guy. He was a downright asshole that you had been dating for over eight months. All of the time they had spent time with him was a reminder of how much the guy just sucked. Not to mention he treated you like absolute garbage, so much so that it drove everyone up the goddamn walls each time he opened his mouth to speak to you.

No one could figure out why you put up with it. Knowing that there was someone, something better for you out there. You didn’t believe that. Connor was who the universe had put in your path for whatever reason so that’s who you stuck it out with. True love wasn’t a thing. You wouldn’t buy into the fantasy.

After another incredibly tough evening out with the entire group, douche canoe in tow, Danny sat on Josh’s couch, nursing a hangover. Entirely veering off from the conversation they had been having just moments before about the night out, Danny cut Josh off mid sentence. “Why is goldie still with him? Haven’t you said anything to her? Did you see how he made her go to the bar each time he wanted another drink? And she paid each time!”

The nickname that had been donned on you when you fell into an obsession with the Golden Girls in middle school, never wanting to watch anything else, was regularly used by the group. Only ever spoken with fondness. Unless Danny was using it to address you directly.

Josh plopped down next to him, shrugging at his concerns. “Listen, I’ve talked to her. More than once and I have reached a conclusion that I think everyone else has as well. It’s her life. She is actively choosing to stay with him no matter how much it sucks ass. I have said my peace to her regarding it. Now, I stay out of it. She’s a big girl and when she tires of it she’ll leave.”

He didn’t like that answer, playing with the coffee mug in his hands. “Yeah and what if she doesn’t?” Josh loosed a deep breath and gave a beaming smile to his brother. “Then we plaster big ass smiles to our fucking faces and suck it up because that’s what she’s chosen.”

Were you aware of how terrible Connor truly was? Yes and no. Was he as bad as they made him out to be each time they brought it up to you? Of course not. Behind closed doors, he was sweet when he wanted to be, serious when he needed to be, and he was like having an old friend around. You were just fine with that.

Sure, there were times where he was more of a dick than normal, but everyone has their bad days. His just happened to be in front of your friend group more often than not. Which didn’t help your case. Like just a month ago, the entire group went out to a celebratory dinner for the boys having completed their latest album.

Everyone dressed up to the nines, went to the fanciest restaurant you guys could find, and wined and dined all evening. It was a blast. Being able to take part in celebrating another job well done for your nearest and dearest friends. It was a small celebration for you as well, just a small secret whispered between you and your partner.

You had been offered a new position at work that was bundled with a significant pay raise and an office. You were going to have your own office which had you giddy with excitement. But because you didn’t want to undermine the boys and their evening, you kept it amongst yourselves.

Connor even offered to pay your share of the bill for the evening. As the toast of the evening was spoken by Josh, beaming with pride at his siblings, you felt like your face was going to be permanently stretched this wide with the smile you had adorned all evening.

When Josh went to take his seat, Connor stood from his. Your eyes widened, trying to pull him back down, but he shushed you. With your face burning from embarrassment, he started. “I just want to also offer my congratulations to you guys, but to goldie girl as well.” Everyone's faces contorted with confusion, looking upon you. Danny was seated right across from you and you couldn’t bring yourself to look into his eyes.

“She was offered an enormous promotion at work that she accepted, of course! What were, oh you said that there was something you were stoked for. What was it?” He nudged you as you forced a smile to your face. “An office,” he snapped his fingers as you had spoken so quietly no one had really heard.

“An office! Yes, but the most important part is that she was offered a huge chunk of change. Big ass pay raise.” You wanted to absorb into the floor, not wanting the attention to be on you tonight, but everyone cheered for you. Waving everyone off, you tried to tamp it down. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want to share that tonight. Tonight’s about you guys!”

Josh had rounded the table, slinging an arm around you, kissing your cheek from behind. “Nonsense! We are celebrating all that this wonderful life has to offer and that includes our goldie girl.” You felt a real smile creep back on your lips at his words. Patting his arm, you leaned into the embrace, thanking everyone.

As the server came back to the table, handing out the assortment of billfolds, yours was handed to Connor. Chatter amongst the group meant attention was elsewhere, but Danny was watching. Always watching. Observing how Connor patted every pocket he had before looking at you with a sheepish look.

“Baby, I’m so sorry. I forgot my wallet,” your eyes bugged out at him, picking up the bill and seeing the total. “Connor, you said you had this.” You two were on the brink of a massive fight as you slid your credit card into the billfold, holding a hand up to him to get him to stop talking, but he took it a step further, speaking louder.

“God, I make one fucking mistake and suddenly the entire world caves in. We were having such a great night and there you go ruining it. You have got to be kidding me,” he rolled his eyes with a scoff, crossing his arms over his chest and leaning back in his chair.

Your eyes were nearly bugging out of your head at his reaction, intense shame pummeling you at his words. You gave everyone a weary smile, quietly excusing yourself from the table, and walking out of the private room they had booked. When Danny went to speak, blood boiling, Josh cut him off, knowing the look in his eyes.

“I think that is our cue.” Everyone stood from the table, silently shuffling out of the room, but Danny hung back, finally being alone with the boyfriend. Danny took your credit card out of the billfold, handing it back to him in silence, checking the total, and leaving cash in place.

He took a deep breath, locking eyes with him. “You’re welcome.” Connor chuckled under his breath, not having stood from his seat, eyeing the drummer. “Ah, okay. Mr. Hero comes and saves the day for her. I see how it is, dude.”

Danny gave a tight lipped smile, patting him on his shoulder as he left. “Don’t call me dude.” When he walked out of the restaurant, he saw you profusely apologizing to his brothers for Connor having ruined the night. Your hands were held by Josh’s, him giving reassuring squeezes before pulling you into a large hug.

Josh kissed the side of your head, pulling back when your boyfriend walked out and saw you. You looked right past Danny to him, narrowing your eyes and turning on your heel, and storming off to where you had parked the car. Danny cast a glance at the man, seeing as he stood still to his spot.

“Do not let her walk alone to the car this late. Go,” Danny cocked his head in the direction you had walked off. Connor wanted to fight against his natural instinct to stay and let you deal with it, but with the intensity of Danny’s stare, he stalked off.

That was just one example of that.

It was earlier in the relationship when you had invited Connor to go to a bar you all loved to frequent together, wanting him to get to know everyone a little better. He agreed, but the entire evening all he had done was trash talk the place you all looked at as a second home.

Rolling your eyes as he walked off to get another drink, you stirred your straw in your glass, pissed that he wasn’t even making an effort. Sam chuckled as he faced you. “Damn, tough crowd to please, huh?” You groaned, letting your head fall to your hand. “Sorry.” Was all you mumbled out, Josh rubbing your back.

You hardly saw Connor for the rest of the night. With the group continuing to disperse throughout the building, you sat at your designated booth, sipping your fruity drink with a pout on your lips. Danny took the seat next to you, but you shot a glare his way.

“What do you want?” You spoke out around the straw in your mouth. “Ah, just coming to check on my favorite lonely girl.” Your face went up in disgust at the words, but he still had that sly smirk plastered to his face.

After not having seen Connor all night, your eyes finally found him. Leaning against the far end of the bar, back to you as he chatted with a girl. Her tits were sticking so far out of her shirt you could’ve sworn her areolas were visible.

Danny’s gaze followed yours and took in a short breath, sipping his drink before he spoke. “Oh, there’s the asswipe! Over there flirting with TitsMcGee. Real nice,” you only shrugged, trying to play it off. “We haven’t had the seeing other people talk yet so it’s fine.”

His eyes narrowed at you, chin tipping down to give you a look that all but said yeah okay whatever you say. Grunting, you slid out of the booth, flipping him off. “Whatever, I don’t owe you an explanation.”

Grumbling under your breath, you found Josh and leaned your head on his arm as he played a round of pool with Jake, waiting for his turn against the wall. His chest tightened with envy at the motion, wanting nothing more than to be in the place of Josh.

Instead, he moved over to where Connor stood, clapping a hand roughly on his shoulder and speaking in his ear. “Hey, Connor! Don’t know if you remember or not, but you didn’t come here alone. Remember her?” He pointed over in your direction, beer bottle still in hand as he did.

The girl's face went into shock as she eyed him. “You didn’t tell me you were with someone. Pig,” she said as she hurried off. Connor turned to face Danny, not near his looming height, but attitude ready to match his. “Look, dude, I was just talking with her. No harm done,” Danny’s fake smile was still on his lips.

“Course not. Now, go stand by your girlfriend for the rest of the night and keep her company.” Connor rolled his eyes, colliding with Danny’s arm for a hard hit as he went to move past him. Danny caught the same arm, speaking with a chillingly calm tone, “And don’t call me dude.”

Danny despised how your face lit up as Connor approached you, letting him wrap an arm around you. Claiming you from him. It took every ounce of patience he had to reapproach the group, taking a round of pool with Sam.

All you wanted was for everyone to get along. That’s why you invited Connor’s friend group to a kickback at Josh’s, wanting to get to know them better because despite having been dating for four months, you had only briefly met them once. Josh was all for getting to know Connor’s friends, insisting that they attend.

What you didn’t expect was for the night to go so poorly that Connor’s friends were literally kicked out of Josh’s home and told they were not welcome back. You hadn’t really been near them that night, but when you had been they didn’t make much of an effort to talk with you. It was mainly awkward, but it always was when you were meeting new people.

That’s why when you watched as Josh escorted the group to the front door from the backyard, you had no idea what had happened. Pestering Josh, he refused to say. Which was only further indication that whatever it was, had been so offensive, Josh had kicked them out.

Josh!

It wasn’t brought up again and you never took the initiative to invite them over when the group would hang out. Not worth the uncomfortable tension. Instead, you tried to keep things separate to the best of your ability.

That was one of the main reasons no one really brought up the fact that they utterly despised your partner of choice, but it was brought up one afternoon as you lounged on Josh’s couch. He was sitting on the opposite end of the long sectional, pursuing his phone, but pulled your attention when he suddenly remembered something.

“I totally forgot to tell you.” Your head lazily turned in his direction, not entirely interested in what he was saying, honestly too high to be dealing with anything. “Danny was pissed off about how Connor acted the other night at the bar.” Your brow furrowed, slightly sitting up at his words. “Huh?”

He tossed his phone down, attention fixating on the television, but nodded. “Oh yeah. You should’ve heard the rant he went on about the guy. He hates him,” since Josh was also partaking in vaping with you this afternoon, he fell into a mess of laughter beside you as his words tapered off.

It left you puzzled for the rest of the day. If there was anyone you wouldn’t assume cared about Connor, it was most definitely Danny. You had never seen them interact honestly. How could he hate him? Typical Danny. Making a decision before even knowing all the facts or, in this case, the person.

This was just one of the reasons why you didn’t particularly enjoy Danny’s company. There had been plenty of interactions that only confirmed your disregard for the boy was well warranted. For example, the time at the studio when you had touched his drums.

The boys had been recording, inviting you along for the Sunday session, but you were utterly bored. You weren’t sure where they had ventured off to, but a small break had you wandering into the recording booth where Josh stood, checking over the lyrics and notes.

You snickered, going over to the drummer's stool and sitting. “Hey look. I’m Danny,” taking the poses he often did as he played, Josh was giggling as he watched you. His eyebrows shot up though, quickly telling you to get off the seat as the door opened. Danny’s eyes went wide as he saw you standing from his seat.

“What-what are you doing? Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have any idea how long it takes me to get this set up just right for recording” He shoved past you, anger coursing through him at your careless actions. Which in your mind weren’t careless at all.

You crossed your arms, eyeing him at his overdramatic breakdown which was for naught. “Relax, all I did was sit in the seat and hold your sticks. That’s all. Josh can vouch for me that I didn’t touch your precious drums.” He shot daggers at you anyways, pushing hair out of his face as he readjusted his seat.

“Does she have to be here?” He asked directly to Josh, but you went to the boy, wrapping your arms around him and giving the biggest smile you could to Danny. “Of course. Josh always needs me here.” Batting your eyelashes at him, he rolled his eyes, mumbling under his breath at you as you went and took your seat once again.

Danny’s eyes never left you for the remainder of the day.

Your car was always something that everyone teased you for. It was an older car for sure, but you fully believed in using something until it absolutely could not do its job anymore. Your car was running just fine.

Did it sometimes stall out or break down in the middle of traffic? Very rarely. Today just happened to be one of those days. You groaned as you realized that you were going to have to get out and push it, cars honking behind you like that was going to help the situation.

When you got out, you were immediately met with his curly hair bouncing as he jogged over to where you stood next to your car. Shaking your head as he approached you, you turned away. “Alright, let’s push it.” You refused to look at him as he moved towards the back of the car.

“Fuck! Nope, no, it’s okay. I have a guy-someone coming,” Danny shot you an unamused look. “I’m not playing around, come on!” He shouted, but you didn’t want to give in by asking him for help because you knew he would just use it against you in the future.

Scratching your head, you looked at him, hand shielding your eyes from the sun. “I got it. There's a gas station like a mile down, so don’t worry about it.” He didn’t wait for you any longer, knowing you had already put the car in neutral, he began pushing much to your dismay.

You grumbled, helping him at your door, steering as you did. “When was the last time this piece of shit was serviced?” Danny asked, but you were focused on pushing. “Not that long ago! I know how to take care of my vehicle, thank you very much.”

A sarcastic laugh fell from him. “Yeah and that’s why your service sticker on your windshield says you were due months ago.” You ignored him, flipping him off in your mind. When you got the car to a safer spot, he already had his phone out requesting service.

Crossing your arms, you refused to look at him as he stood right next to you, blocking the sun from your vision. “You can go now.” You spoke out, looking at your shoes. His own arms mimicked yours. “You can say thank you, you know?”

Biting back a snarky return, you looked up at him with a fake smile, “Thank you.” His hand ruffled your hair, but you smacked it away with a groan. “Anytime, goldie.” He turned on his heel, heading back to his own car.

Danny sat and waited to ensure that a tow truck was actually on its way and when it had loaded your car, he finally left. Smiling to himself because he had gotten you to say thank you. Even if it was a sarcastic thank you, it was still a thanks.

Despite not giving him an actual thank you, you were grateful. You just couldn’t show it to him. The man who challenged you at every turn, every chance he could. Even with things that he knew you were best at. Like baking.

A dinner party put on by Jake and Jita which had a different style than normal had you signing up for dessert. Each course was to be cooked at the house, in order, by a different pair. A cooking and baking standoff. Of course, Danny had also signed up for dessert.

You scowled at him the entire time, especially when you both got to the kitchen to begin. His curls held up in a loose ponytail, some curls framing his face, sweater sleeves rolled up, you fought not to look at his arms.

When the fuck did Danny get built?

Pushing the thought out of your head, you went into competition mode. You and Danny rubbed elbows the entire time, you shoving him every once and awhile, telling him to move over because he was encroaching on your space.

As you waited for the dessert to exit the oven, you were making your icing and decorations. From the corner of your eye, you could see him watching you. When he bumped into you again, you almost lost it.

“I swear to god, if you knock into me one more time, I will hurt you.” Danny nodded at your words, grabbing a handful of flour and smiling at you. “Oh yeah? What if I were to do this?” He threw the flour directly at you, coating your face, hair, and apron. When you opened your eyes, he had that same stupid smirk on his face.

Jita entered the kitchen at the exact moment you went to grab the milk, immediately halting you. “No! Absolutely not in my kitchen.” The oncoming food fight halted right in its tracks at her words. Speaking through gritted teeth you eyed him. “Can you at least grab me a damp towel please?”

He nodded, moving towards the sink and grabbing a towel as he did. When the wet fabric slapped against your skin, drenching you in the process, you nearly lunged at him. Without any time to, your timer went off to grab your food from the oven.

As you removed yours, you smiled to yourself as you saw his still rising. Grabbing the handle, you pulled the door open, slamming it shut right after, and watching as his dessert entirely sank. Feeling satisfied with the retaliation, you turned and saw his jaw hanging.

“You just ruined my dessert!” You shrugged, feigning innocence at his words. “Oh my bad. I thought that was my oven.” Smirking as you decorated yours, plating it, and waltzing out of the kitchen, you placed the tray in the center of the table.

Oh’s and ah’s flowed around the room as you beamed at your creation. When Danny set his sad display down, you had to bite back a laugh. “Well, I think it’s safe to say that this one goes to goldie. Hardly even a competition,” Jake bellowed out, nearly choking on his own laughter.

You were walking on air the rest of the night. Danny was fine with the loss. He sat with a grimace the rest of the night, but only to play into the part. He knew he had no chance of winning, not against you. Why wouldn’t he have some fun with it?

That was the key to your group. Having fun. Anyways you guys could, that was the goal. That varied week by week, but tonight it meant everyone was curled up in Sam’s living room having a Shrek marathon. Snacks being passed around, you were sharing the floor space with Josh, splitting a milkshake, two incredibly long straws went to each other’s mouths.

Everyone wore pajamas, there were insane amounts of blankets and pillows just strewn about. Your hand grabbed some licorice, but as you bit into it, you watched as Sam’s head peeked from the edge of the couch to catch your gaze.

His finger poked your cheek as he smiled. “Your birthday is next week.” Batting his hand away you leaned back into your pillows. “What about it?” You mumbled as you chewed. “What’re we doing? Does Conrad have anything planned?”

Giving him an unamused look, you focused your attention back to the screen. “Connor and I’m not sure. He hasn’t said anything. I’m not a birthday person anyways, you know that.” He only hummed in response. Danny’s eyes were fixated on you from his side of the couch.

Trying to figure out what he could do for you for your birthday that was appropriate for the situation you two were in. Flaming bag of dog shit at your front door seemed about right. It was all he thought about the rest of the night.

When your birthday came the following week, you smiled as you woke up to calls and texts from family and friends sending you birthday wishes. This was just like any other day for you, the only difference was your free drink at Starbucks instead of having to pay for it. Continuing on with your normal day, you were slightly down as you checked your phone.

Not one message from Connor.

You were interrupted when one of the clerks came to your office, knocking on the door and pulling your attention to her. “Birthday girl has a delivery!” Brows furrowed in confusion, you followed her out.

There sat a tremendous bouquet of your favorite flowers. All of the office girls were giddy as they wanted to see the full extent of the gigantic vase and its fillings. Your cheeks burned as you thanked everyone and retreated back to your office. With the door shut soundly behind you, you pulled the card out and glowed at the message.

Only the best for the golden girl who has captured my heart. With all my love I wish you the happiest of birthdays, sweet girl.

No name signed. You clutched the card to your chest, feeling your heart rate heighten. You didn’t think Connor was capable of doing something like this. And here you were cursing him just minutes earlier for forgetting. Of course he wouldn’t forget.

Then why didn’t he call? All day you had sat waiting for something, anything. Yet it was radio silence all damn day. Like he would’ve sent you those flowers and not gloated about it. Not a chance.

When you crawled into bed on the verge of tears, you decided that you were too furious to even try and go to bed. You knew Josh had told you that he was going to be living at the studio that week to get some additional work done, so that’s where you headed.

Sorely upset when you barged into the building and seeing no one inside, you grabbed your phone to call him, but jumped when a voice sounded from behind you. “Hey, happy birthday.”

Glowering at him, you kept your eyes attached to your phone. “Yeah, not really. Do you know where Josh is, Danny?” He took a seat at the sound board with a groan. “Left a couple hours ago. What’s wrong? Why so glum, sugar plum?”

Another dirty look in his direction, you took the seat opposite of him. “Just want to talk to Josh is all.” He hummed in false deep thought. “Is that so?” Biting your tongue, you responded, “Yup.” Popping the “p” at the end of your abrupt response had him leaning forward.

“Cause what I’m guessing happened is Sir Jackass forgot your birthday. That’s why you’re here looking for Josh, right? To vent to him about how horrible your boyfriend is. How he could possibly forget such an important day.” Your nostrils flared at his words, staring at him through your eyelashes. “Shut the fuck up, Danny. I’m not in the mood.”

He leaned forward some more, catching your eye. “There’s a real simple solution to this problem, you know? Fucking leave the man. If you weren’t with him, you wouldn’t be going through this. Problem solved.” A bitter laugh bubbled up at his words.

“Don’t comment on something you have no knowledge on. Don’t you have a bimbo to go stick your dick in and leave me the fuck alone?” The blow didn’t harm him in the least, sliding by that comment all together. “Really, no knowledge? Yet, this seems to be a fairly regular occurrence. You need to treat yourself better. Do something about it instead of feeling bad for yourself.”

Anger licked at your veins, body temperature rising as you shot up from your seat, staring down at the boy. “Because Danny is just the be all end all of everything, right? You fucking know it all, don’t ya? You know, where do you get the goddamn balls to go sticking your nose in places it shouldn’t be?” He remained quiet, letting you get the hurt and anger out now. He would be your punching bag.

“Not everyone gets the cream of the crop to choose from, Danny! Not all of us have people falling at their feet just begging to have a chance. We are not the same.” He stood at the end, eyebrows shooting up.

Blinking up at him, you were rooted to your spot, ready for the challenge. His voice was low, not a hint of rage in his tone. “Maybe you need to take a look around. You might be surprised by what you see, goldie.”

You left the studio shaking with irritation and bewilderment. What the hell did that even mean? Take a look around. At what? At who? You spent the remainder of the week stewing on that. Trying to figure out what he had meant.

Josh had sent you a text one evening, telling you that on Saturday you needed to be at his place by seven that night. Entirely forgetting that your birthday had been that week, that your birthday was the cause of that blowout with Danny. Not piecing together why he had invited you over.

It was given away as you saw the million cars parked on his street, lights shutting off as you arrived. When you got to the front door you could clearly hear Josh shushing people, whisper yelling that you were at the door. Him being inebriated was obvious as well.

Bracing yourself for the group on the other side, you played into the game as you opened the door. “Hey, Josh! Oh man, why are the lights off?” Your monotone voice was comical as you flicked the lights on, being greeted with a large group. Everyone adorned birthday hats, kazoos, and drinks in hand.

Laughing, you saw Josh jumping for joy as he rushed you, sweeping you into his embrace. “Happy birthday, goldie!” Your thanks was muffled by giggles, starting to go around and thank everyone for coming. Entirely ignoring Danny whose face was anything but excited to be there, you went to grab a drink with Jake.

Connor wrapped his arms around you from behind, the smell of booze wafting off of him in waves. “Hap-happy birthday, baby.” Not wanting to make a scene, you let him hug you before lightly pushing him off. He made no other efforts to talk to you all night, instead finding home with a small group of his own friends.

Nudging Josh, you smirked. “Let them back into your home?” His rosy cheeks went up as his smile grew. “Just to get him to leave us alone for the night. As long as they don’t cause any problems, we’re good.” Your hand cupped his cheek, lightly pecking it before pulling him into another hug.

“Thank you for the party, Josh.” He chuckled, tightening you in his grasp, but spoke over the now booming music. “Well, you’re welcome, but it was mainly-” he was cut off by Jake grabbing you for a game of beer pong happening on the back porch.

The entire night was a blast. Just being surrounded by your closest friends had your mood improving tenfold as the evening carried on. Music was thumping, laughter echoing off the walls, and booze flowing freely. This was exactly how you wanted to celebrate your birthday.

Danny was a fly on the wall the entire time. In such a shit mood he didn’t want to be around anyone really. Despite seeing the gleaming smile you had worn all night, he was furious about what had happened a few nights ago. How did you not see it?

His thoughts were cut off as he overheard the ongoing conversation happening next to him. There Connor stood with his god awful friends, babbling incoherently, but the second your name fell from his lips, Danny was intently listening.

“Yeah man, she was fre-freaking out because I forgot her fuc-fucking birthday. What is she, five?” He was slurring his words and laughing through them as his friends egged him on, but without realizing it, Danny had entered their circle.

His grip tightened on the bottle in his hand, knuckles going white as he narrowed his eyes on the guy. Unamused look stuck to his face, tongue running over his teeth. “You kn-know how long it’s be-been since we’ve had sex? Me forgetting,” he used air quotes around the word as he hiccuped before continuing on, “is my little punis-punishment for her acting like this.” His eyebrows shot up, nodding his head as his friends agreed with him.

Danny gave a smile to him, feigning friendliness. “Acting like what, Connor?” His eyes never left the swaying figure as he stood casually, one hand tucked in a pocket, the other setting his beer bottle down. Connor scoffed, trying to get Danny away from him. ��Stay out of this bird boy.”

His friends laughed tirelessly at the remark, but Danny chuckled with them, taking a step closer to him. Connor’s face lit up with realization, a finger poking into Danny’s chest. “Wa-wait! Actually, if anything you know how I feel about her!” Danny nods, encouraging him to go on.

“Okay. Say it to my face then. How is she acting?” Connor chokes on a laugh, uttering the words haphazardly. “Like a bitch, dude.” It happened in a split second, but Danny’s arm had cocked back, barreling forward, and connected his fist with Connor’s nose, a loud crunch and shout silencing the room.

Connor fell back onto the coffee table, immediately getting drenched with the forgotten drinks sitting atop it. Blood poured from his nose, but Danny’s figure loomed over him still. Gasps had echoed out, music stopping, no one moving as they waited for the next move.

“Danny!” You yelled out, eyes wide in shock at what you had just seen. Jita’s hand gripped your arm tightly, her own face paralleling yours. Josh and Sam had crossed the room, placing firm grasps on their brother and trying to pull him away as Sam spoke, “Let’s take a breather, Danny.”

When Connor pointed back at Danny, hand still cradling his nose, everyone waited with baited breath. “Fucker broke my nose!” Danny pulled free from the boy's grips and stood over him again. His voice dripping with disdain, you didn’t miss the tremble of his hands.

“Next time you run your mouth like that it’ll be a lot fucking worse. Take that as your warning and get the fuck out of here. I don’t want to see your fucked up face again, understand?” He scrambled to get up from his spot, friends helping him up, but he spoke once more before making his exit.

“You’re fucking psycho, dude! She’s yours man. She ain’t fucking worth this shit. Fucking crazy ass people.” He was mumbling as he hastily stumbled from the house, the residence still drenched in silence.

Danny’s eyes met yours, how big and glossy they were as they peered at him, trying to silently communicate about what had happened. He swallowed thickly, knowing everyone was waiting for an explanation. “He called me dude. I told him I don’t like being called dude.” His eyes never parted from yours as he spoke, but you knew that wasn’t it.

Not with Danny. Something as trivial as that wouldn’t make him snap.

The rest of the night, he was continuously swarmed by people, pestering him with questions about what had happened. He refused to answer any by anyone who asked, even his own brothers. The one person he truly wanted to come and talk to him was avoiding him like the plague.

Being on edge for the remainder of the evening meant you couldn’t settle back down and enjoy the company of those around you. Instead, you stared off into the distance and tried to understand the events that had unfolded. You had heard what Connor said.

She’s yours.

What the fuck would make him say that to Danny of all people? Josh you could kind of understand because of how close you two were, but Danny? It didn’t make a lick of sense. As the night dwindled down, people continuously left and offered happy birthday wishes as they filed out of the home.

Aiding in taking down the decorations that were sloppily put up along all of the walls, you could hear your friends downstairs arguing over who got the last of the birthday cake, knowing they were going to be drawing funny things on Josh’s face because he had long since passed out on the couch.

The bathroom door opened and out walked Danny, knuckles lightly bruised, but a tiny bandage covered one cut. Not very well. He stopped dead in his tracks as he set sight on you. Setting the trash bag down, you motioned to one of the guest rooms, entering and hearing Danny follow you in, shutting the door quietly behind him.

Turning and facing him, you were on the offense. Arms crossed over your chest, refusing to back down, you stared him down. “You need to tell me what happened tonight.” His hands tucked into his pockets, rocking on his heels, shaking his head. “No.”

Scoffing, you felt the irritation bubbling in your gut. “Daniel! I’m not fucking around. If anyone deserves to know it’s me! I’m pretty sure my relationship ended tonight because of you. Knock it off and just tell me.” You weren’t sure which part of your statement ticked him off, but you watched him explode.

“Alright, fine! You want to know? The son of a bitch was running his mouth, said something about you that he shouldn’t have, and he got knocked on his ass for it! Any further questions?” You were more confused than before. “What did he say?” Your tone had evened out, voice dropping into a near whisper as you spoke.

Your eyes were drawn to his injured hand, not seeing his face when he replied to you. “No, I won’t repeat that.” Nodding in silence, you slowly went towards him, reaching for his hand. When you gingerly grabbed it, he put up no fight.

Fingers rubbing gently against the forming bruises, your brows furrowed. “Does it hurt?” He shrugged, trying to fight against the goosebumps that were erupting all over his body at the simplest of touches from you. When you finally tilted your head back to peer up at him, his gaze was already on you.

It was a split second reaction, leaning up to reach him and feeling his lips brush against your own for the first time. You had never felt anything like it. Something you had only read about. Nothing that could’ve ever been real. Entirely ridiculous.

So why was it actually happening?

You didn’t want it to end. Instead, your hands moved to his neck, one cupping the back and pushing him further towards you and the other moved to his jaw. The incredibly sharp feature was rock solid in your trembling hand.

His were entirely steady. Not a shake to be found as he deepened the kiss, crushing you to his body. Tongue swiping across your own, your entire body shook, a chill wracking your spine. He moved you towards the bed and when you felt your knees hit the edge, you immediately laid.

Danny didn’t break away, but followed you, chasing you. Not wanting to let you go for even a second. You had each other stripped unbelievably fast, a total blur, and a meshing of flesh. Your brain couldn’t catch up to the movements you were making.

Hooking your legs around his hips, you couldn’t wait another minute. “Danny, please. I need you, now. Please,” it was breathless and moaned out, your cunt throbbing with pleasure as you tried to get him in you as fast as you could.

His fingers pinched your chin, forcing your eyes to connect with his as he slid into you. Your eyes slammed shut, mouth falling agape, not a single noise emitting from you. He refused to move another inch until your eyes reopened and connected with his.

“Eyes on me, sweet girl.” You froze at the term of endearment, but you had no time to dwell on it because he continued his motions further, shutting up any thoughts you could’ve had. It was slow, unrushed, but deep, warming you from your head to toes.

It was something you couldn’t have even begun to think was possible. Something you had only seen in those stupid ass movies where the actress sees stars behind her eyes as her finish washes over her. It was even more intense for you, all muscles seizing and contorting in waves of pleasure you had never known were possible. Something you had only read in romance novels where you could feel the emotions crashing into you with every thrust of his hips as he chased his own release. His body trembled like he was rocked by an earth shattering earthquake, silencing his moans into your awaiting mouth.

Bodies stuck together with sweat, sweeping his curls from his eyes, you were seeing the deep brown swirls peering down at you in awe. Like this was a dream he was having. Needing to be told that this was true and real. That the threshold had been crossed between you two in ways you had never imagined could have.

His chest heaved as he tried to catch his breath, scared to look away from you and take in the scene around him. Your hands still held his cheeks in your warm hands, tugging him back towards you and connecting in a slow kiss.

You didn’t have much time, hurrying to redress after realizing that all of your closest friends were downstairs, probably waiting for you since this was your party. It was silent except for the noise echoing downstairs. Moving towards the door, you grabbed Danny’s wrist to stop him from leaving.

Placing a chaste kiss on his cheek, you whispered, the door opened just a crack, “Thank you, Danny.” You slipped out before he could respond, leaving him stunned and rooted to his spot to figure out what had just happened.

You didn’t see or hear from Danny for the next week. You weren’t sure you were supposed to be hearing from him. What was the protocol now? The longer the week went on without so much as a peep from him, you called Connor.

He reluctantly showed up, a knock out drag out fight to end the fucked up relationship that this had been. He had hardly put up much of a fight with regards to your relationship ending, but more on the part of how horribly he had treated you. You were entirely exhausted by the end of the night, Connor long since gone, but your body ached.

Craving the person you had never thought you would want in such a way. Not understanding why he wouldn’t want to call you. He had called you sweet girl. You had stared at the notecard from the flowers every single night since then. Was he lying just to get you into bed? No, that wasn’t Danny.

Was it?

Your fist collided with the wood, repeatedly hitting it until the door finally pulled open. A confused Danny stood on the other side, discontent dissipating as he saw who was making the ruckus at his home. It didn’t last very long because he could see the fury painted on your face.

Not uttering a word, he moved to let you enter his house. Storming in, you threw your coat onto the back of the couch, arms crossed soundly over your chest. He faced you, not wanting to overstep by speaking first. It was obvious you had come with a purpose, he didn’t want to take away from that.

“Why don’t you love me?” It came sure and strong. More of a declaration than a question. His features morphed to one of shock at your question. Looking around at his surroundings, he turned in a small circle, a breathless chuckle leaving him. “You have got to be kidding me. Goldie, are you serious?”

Refusing to back down, you only nodded. “For fucks sake, I’m in love with you! I’ve been in love with you for I don’t know how long. I thought you hated me, why would I risk telling you a damn thing when you acted like you did towards me?”

Fuck. You had fucked up. You recognized that now as you stood here seeing the emotions waft over his features and eyes, tumbling out in a pure confession. “I-I don’t know.” You mumbled, unsure of what else you could say.

“I’m so in love with you that I was willing to take the shitty ‘relationship’ we had because it was better than nothing. It was you interacting with me and talking to me. I needed at least that.” Your eyes welled with tears as he continued on, feeling your soul rip apart as the realization of horribly you had treated him dawned on you.

How could you not have seen this?

“And I had to watch you throw yourself into something you of all people did not deserve. Do you know how miserable that was for us? What I had to do to keep that fucker in check?” Your tears cascaded down your cheeks, but you shook your head, not understanding. “Wha-what?”

Danny’s hands were planted on his hips, head shaking as he replayed all of those encounters in his mind. “It-it doesn’t matter. I should’ve done that a long time ago. I don’t regret it. And I do love you, goldie. I do.”

Your hand reached into your pocket and pulled out the note, crossing the room to hand it to him. He took it gingerly from you, not looking you in the eye as he did. “Did you send the flowers to my work, Danny?”

Nodding his head, you didn’t hesitate or waste another minute, throwing yourself into his embrace. His lips were on yours instantly, tasting the salty tears that coated your face, but he didn’t care and neither did you. “I’m so sorry. I’m sorry,” you babbled through more tears, but he shook his head, holding your face in his hands, wanting you to look at him.

“We have nothing but time, sweet girl. Nothing but time.” You nodded, pulling him towards you once more, savoring the electric currents that flowed through you at the connection with him. The same connection that you had thought was once only a work of fiction. A sales tactic, but no.

What they say is true. It all makes sense once the person that was made for you is standing next to you, ready to face it all. Nothing worries you anymore because there’s nothing to fear as long as they’re with you.

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Steddie Notes Part 4 (Welcome to Steve's POV)

CW//small instance that could be viewed as internalized homophobia

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3)

In the bottom of Steve’s closet is a Nike shoe box. It’s full of a year’s worth of torn notebook pages, paper menus, receipts, envelopes, sticky notes, notepad sheets, invoice carbon copies, discarded things from dnd, and whatever else they could find to write on.

It's this box that contains every bit of Steve’s heart.

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Steve’s at the school to pick up Dustin, Mike and Lucas, but they don’t appear at 9pm on the dot like they promised. Grumbling and annoyed, Steve heads down to the drama club room.

He hears Eddie’s voice even before he walks into the room. The low baritone, all husky and threatening, sends shivers down Steve’s spine.

Steve strides into the room, ready to berate his kids for their tardiness, but he stops literally in his tracks when he sees Eddie. Eddie looming over the table, all that long curly hair framing his face; his expression uncharacteristically dangerous, his eyes flat and promising violence.

He can’t do anything but stare, mouth shocked wide. Eddie lifts his gaze, locks it on Steve. Eddie’s looking at him with such intense command, such focus, that Steve knows he’d drop to his knees for that look, give Eddie anything he asked, everything.

He wants. So hard and so fast it makes him a little nauseous.

Eddie’s gaze flicks away, while Steve reels from the striking clarity of feeling that rewrites the year of their friendship frame-by-frame.

Steve hardly listens, still trying to come to terms with his sudden realization, with how right it is, with how obvious it’s been this whole time. He remembers, after Starcourt, the way Eddie made him feel safe, cared for. The way Eddie calling him baby echoed for hours, days, weeks after.

Of course Eddie doesn’t miss Steve's distraction. He leans into Steve's space, murmuring softly, “You okay, sweetheart? Sorry we ran late. Lost track of time.”

“Just tired, I guess.," he says. And he is distinctly not okay, because Eddie is calling him sweetheart and how did it take him this long to realize how much he loves the pet names?

He tries to tell Eddie. Can’t. Too afraid of losing his friend. He keeps going out with girls; nice girls, pretty girls, but wishes that Eddie was the one sitting beside him in the movie theater, in the passenger side of his car, across from him at the restaurant.

Eddie…I think I really like you

You’re my favorite person in the entire world

Some days you’re the only thing I can think about

I want to wake up in bed with you everyday

I can’t stop thinking about what it would be like to kiss you

Do you like me? Yes or No

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Steve’s in the Wheeler’s basement, leaning against Eddie's shoulder, waiting for the kids to finish up.

“What are they talking about?” He scribbles at the edge of Eddie’s campaign notes.

Eddie scowls at the note placement, responds anyway.

“Halloween costumes.”

“Wanna dress up together, Munson?”

“No way, Harrington, I’m not dressing up as Danny Zuko for you.”

“…obviously you’re Sandy.”

Eddie makes an offended noise.

“I could do end of the movie Sandy. But face it, baby, you’re the pretty, fresh-faced innocent and I’m the bad boy.”

Steve strangles back the sound he wants to make when his brain supplies him with an image of Eddie in those black, skin-tight pants.

“I could be a bad boy.”

Before Eddie can reply, the kids start shouting, and Eddie climbs on the wobbling card table, clapping his hands for attention.

“Jesus, Eds." He grabs Eddie’s ankle to keep him stable.

“I think a trip to the pumpkin patch is in order, what say you?”

There’s a blip where the whole room stills, every single one of them, aside from Eddie, remembering rotted fields and fetid tunnels filled with Upside Down spores and demo dogs.

“Oh, yeah, we don’t go to the pumpkin patch anymore. You know, since the tunnels—”

Steve shoots Dustin the most intense silencing looks he’s ever given anyone, which is really saying something.

They’d agreed, back in July that they would never tell Eddie what really happened at the mall. Eddie is too good, too gentle, brimming with too much pure kindness for Steve to want him anywhere near the Upside Down.

Eddie cackles. “Tunnels, Henderson?”

Lucas laughs, says, “He means the maze. Don’t you remember? They set it up one time a few years ago.”

“We got really lost. Took us hours to find the exit,” Dustin adds.

“Mike cried,” Lucas says.

“Hey! I did not!”

Mike’s anger at fake crying about a made-up crisis is enough to have them all in stitches, even Eddie who doesn’t know it’s a lie.

“What about that apple orchard?” Steve suggests.

Eddie pokes him in the cheek, excited. “Ooh, yes, apple orchard!?”

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The orchard is a mad dash of fighting over wheelbarrows, shrieking sprints into the trees, Steve stressing at the kids throwing themselves across branches with zero regard for personal safety.

Eddie nearly sends him into a coronary at the ripe old age of 19 by walking down a branch like he’s doing a tightrope.

“Munson! Get your ass down from there!”

“I’m fine, Stevie! I’ve got reflexes like a cat.”

“The hell you do!” Steve shouts as Eddie wobbles.

“Don’t worry, baby, I know you’ll always catch me,” Eddie yells back. He winks and Steve blushes about all of it.

“You’ll just get us both hurt,” he says right as Eddie shimmies easily back to the ground.

“You worry too much,” he scolds. “All this beautiful hair is going to go grey,” Eddie shuffles his fingers through the strands.

“You’re a menace,” he growls. Pushes Eddie playfully away.

They pick apples and drink cider and it’s the best time Steve’s had in a while. He kids are spread out around him, Eddie and Robin on the quest for an apple that’s perfectly red, like you could poison Snow White with it, and he’s content. Happy.

He lets himself bask in the moment, but it’s cut short by a familiar whooping yell and the crash of Eddie Munson clinging to his back.

He groans, almost loses his footing, but quickly hoists Eddie’s legs higher against his sides.

He runs and Eddie screams, giggling, and clutches his fists into the fabric of Steve’s sweater.

“Can’t believe you caught me, sweetheart,” Eddie says once Steve slows to a walk.

“I’ll always catch you, Eds,” he promises.

Eddie makes a little noise, almost like a whimper, pressing his cheek against Steve’s.

And for just a second, the barest hint of a moment in time, Steve swears he feels Eddie’s lips pressed against the sensitive skin right beneath his ear.

It’s right then that Steve knows he doesn’t just like Eddie. No, he’s positively, totally, and completely in love with him.

(Part 5)

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f1-disaster-bi · 9 months

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Regular listener, first time caller (reader)

I just pictured this little snipit: Lando is texting Daniel after the race but he doesn't respond so Lando shows up at his hotel room. Danny is already in PJs. Lando says he wants to celebrate and Danny agrees he should.. But he has to get a good night sleep for tire testing. So Lando starts stripping and says, fine. I didn't bring my overnight bag though so I have to use your stuff. Danny is astonished that Lando would skip out on his celebration party to go to sleep and keep Danny relaxed before his testing. But, of course he would!

I love this so much 🥺 I changed it slightly, I hope you don't mind!

Daniel was dozing off, phone in hand when he heard the door to his hotel room opening. His eyes cracking open, humming softly in a question before he spotted who was currently stripping by the end of the bed leaving him speechless. Lando had called him two hours ago to invite him out to celebrate, and Danielhad told him to go. He, of course, wanted to be there. He wanted to celebrate Lando all the time but especially today. However he knew that if he was getting back on the grid next year, he needed to be in good shape for the tyre test torrow. He had told him to celebrate, to enjoy his night and promised they'd celebrate just the two of them after the text. Yet here he was, slipping into one of Daniel's shirts that drowned him. "What are you doing here?", Daniel asked, slightly in awe as Lando slide into the bed beside him, cuddling up to Daniel's back and wrapping an arm around his stomach. "Sleeping. Don't have my stuff so thanks for the shirt", Lando yawned, nuzzling into Daniel's shoulder softly, "You should too. Big day tomorrow" Daniel felt his heart flutter as he bit back a smile. He had never had this before. Never had someone that didn't push him to be Daniel Ricciardo all of the time, and respected that he needed to focus and not be social and outgoing sometimes but Lando surprised him at every single turn. "What about celebrating?", Daniel asked, closing his eyes as a kiss was pressed to his shoulder. "I'd rather be here with you", Lando whispered, lacing their fingers together when Daniel raised a hand to his and squeezing softly. As he drifted off to sleep, Daniel though to himself that this, this was what it was like to be someone's first choice and true love. And he never wanted to lose it.

#dando #daniel/lando #lando/daniel

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wingedflight · 6 months

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Ectober: Portal Shenanigans

A part of the Paulina Phantom AU.

It’s not like Paulina had wanted to visit the lab belonging to a pair of mad scientists. If she’d been given a choice, the afternoon would have been spent at the mall along with her besties. She could have been shopping, gossiping, and passing out catty remarks. Instead, she’d been guilt-tripped into spending more time with her father, which really meant accompanying him while he checked up on his angel investor projects.

Look, she loved that her father was rich enough to hand out money to every crackpot inventor that caught his interest. She just didn’t want to spend her afternoon surrounded by strange beeping machines with no discernable purpose while her father discussed such fascinating things as timelines and budgets and expected ROIs.

Boooring.

At least he’d promised they’d stop for milkshakes at Lola’s Diner afterwards. Paulina might have been watching her figure, but she also wasn’t going to turn down a Lola’s Shake with her father. She would just have to skip the dressing on her salad at supper, and maybe hit the treadmill tomorrow morning even though she didn’t usually do cardio on the same day as cheer practice.

It was halfway through this mental planning that her father pulled up in front of the last stop on the list. Paulina looked out the window at the flashing neon sign and cringed hard. “I’ll wait in the car, Daddy.”

“No, you won’t,” he said. “There’s nothing to do in here. Come on, stretch your legs. Say hello. Let me show off my pride and joy.”

There would be nothing for her to do inside the lab, either, once her father had finished showing her off. Worse, this was the Fenton lab, situated in the basement of the Fenton home, where the Fenton scientists lived with their two Fenton children--one of whom had the most loud, embarrassing, disgusting crush on her.

But there was no talking her father out of something once he’d made up his mind, and he was apparently dead set on introducing her to absolutely everybody. So Paulina bit down her protests, made sure her new phone was in her pocket, and followed him up to the door.

They were down in the laboratory, and Danny Fenton was staring at her--had been staring at her from the moment Paulina stepped foot in their house. Paulina was doing her best to ignore him in return. She’d given the Doctors Fenton very professional handshakes while her father beamed with pride, dutifully followed the adults down the stairs to their basement lab, and then whipped out her phone the instant their attention turned away.

Star and Valerie were at the mall, and had started texting her pictures of potential new outfits. It was Paulina’s sworn duty as top fashion expert of their trio to thoroughly evaluate every single option, even if she couldn’t be there with them in person.

It was almost enough to keep her entertained while the adults talked about investments and testing procedures and expected timelines to launch. The three of them were crowded at the far end of the room, attention split between diagrams pinned to the wall and a huge metal construct built into the wall itself.

Her phone pinged again. It was Star in another crop top, with the caption: Rad or bad?

So rad, Paulina decided. She sent her reply, and then made the mistake of locking eyes with Danny when she glanced up again. He gave her a hopeful smile and Paulina responded with her best get lost, twerp scowl--only to hastily wipe the expression from her face as the adults moved away from the huge device.

“We keep all the financials in here,” Dr. Jack Fenton was saying, leading the others into a side-room.

“So,” said Danny as soon as the door closed behind them, “Guess it’s just you and me, now.”

Paulina snorted. “As if.”

He was not deterred. “Wanna see something cool?”

She waved her Motorola. “The only cool thing to look at is on here.” She paused, then added, “And myself, of course.”

“Of course,” echoed Danny, still unphased. He was already sauntering backwards toward the huge device his parents had been showing off. “Come on, don’t you want to see?”

Paulina lowered her phone and rolled her eyes. “No.” But despite this, she found herself following Danny across the lab until they both stood side-to-side in front of the huge, dark opening.

“Cool, right?” asked Danny.

“So cool--not.” Paulina made a face. “It’s a bunch of metal and wires. What’s it even supposed to be, a giant cave?”

Danny started to wave his hands with far to much enthusiasm. “When this thing works, it’s going to punch a hole right into another dimension.”

“When it works,” she repeated dryly.

He started to explain the different parts of the device, as if Paulina might possibly care. Her level of interest was way negative. But she hadn’t received any new texts from Star or Valerie yet, which meant she had to find some way to entertain herself in the meantime.

“You sure know a lot about this thing,” she purred, slipping the phone into her pocket. “You work on this with your parents?”

Danny stuttered, caught off-guard by her sudden change in attitude. “O-o-oh. Um. Not really, I just listen.”

“And yet you’ve picked up all that? You must be so smart.”

Danny’s face went suddenly, hilariously red. “Oh. Well, maybe.”

“What happens if you stand inside this thing?”

His forehead creased. “Well… I don’t.”

“But it’s not turned on, right?” She made a show of stepping over the trailing wires and ducking beneath the curving metal chassis. “Look at me, I’m spelunking.”

Danny forced a laugh.

Paulina made it to the back wall of the device, which was only a few steps within, and gave it a loving tap before turning around. “You’re telling me you’ve never done that?” she asked, before catching sight of Danny’s face and bursting into giggles.

The poor kid’s face was still red but now it was also twisted up in a hilarious confusion of emotions, like he couldn’t decide whether to be mad at her or scared they were going to get caught. “You shouldn’t do that,” he said in a strained voice.

“Relax.” Just to mess with him further, Paulina took out her phone and pretended to browse through old messages.

Danny’s face settled on mad. “Paulina,” he hissed.

She shifted her weight, slouching to the side to lean one shoulder against the metal frame, and then froze as something clicked under her weight.

“What was that,” whispered Danny, as two of the wires sparked.

Paulina straightened.

And the world exploded around her.

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This October, @marzfartz and I have split the prompts between us with the intention of creating non-stop Paulina Phantom content! Check out the #paulina phantom au tag for more!

#eh #ectoberhaunt23 #day 22 #portal shenanigans #paulina phantom au #danny phantom #origin storyyyy

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onboardsorasora · 5 months

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Danni!!! Okay of course first I am here to give you these 💐💐💐 because you deserve them for every single fic you write and especially for Reclamation!!! 🫶🏼 I was wondering if you could give a little peek into what happens after the ending! Not a full blown 10k work or anything but just some thoughts like…what is the wedding like? Where do they live after? Do they eventually have kids? Do sewis have kids? Anything else you wanna add! 🫶🏼

Oh Isabel thank you for thisssss!!!!🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾🫶🏾 I had so much fun thinking of these! I could go on forever lmao. Here are some post Reclamation headcanons, I'll put them after the cut😅😅 I still can't believe its over🥹🥹🥹🥹

They get married at the Verstappen estate. Daniel wanted to elope so they didn't have to plan anything but Sophie insisted and called up Grace and they pulled rank. They have a garden party in the sprawling grounds. It's very classy. Isabella, Isaac, Luka and Lio are stinkin’ cute.

Max and Daniel go off to fuck twice. The first time was handys after their first look (Charles reminded them that they’d have blowjob lips in all their pictures otherwise. Max thought that was a good idea, Jules vetoed). The second time they go to fuck is during the reception after the first dance because Daniel whispered in Max’s ear that he was wearing a special (and pretty) plug.

Daniel changes outfits three times because of course he would. His final late night reception party shirt was actually a tasteful pattern this time but if you looked closely (and only 3 people did) you’d see that the outline design was actually cocks with a ring on them 😊.

Carlos is there as a friend and Charles' date. They finally got together. Pierre is there with a new girlfriend. A different girl from the yacht party who was also a different girl from the engagement party. She's only in one group picture because no one trusts that she'll last longer than a few more weeks.

They live in the penthouse for a bit then they buy a house in the hills with a view of the city and the ocean. Daniel categorically will not move back into the estate and Max has no problems there. They get one more cat– a compromise because Max wanted a dog (since they now have a yard) and Daniel said no and sucked his dick so he'd stop bringing it up. This happens twice before Max actually does stop bringing it up because he doesn’t want to get pavloved into getting hard when thinking about dogs 🫣

They do have a daughter eventually, but like after a good while of just being married and having each other again. They have a lot of time to make up for!

Sewis absolutely has kids. They have three little gremlins! Twin girls and a sweet little boy. The middle daughter is soooo bossy like both her dads. She bosses Blake around and has him wrapped around her finger. She was the only one who didn’t cry when he first met her– she actually went to sleep, and that was during the colic phase so Sewis begged him to come over often since he seemed to be the only one to get her to rest.

When Jules gets married, Daniel goes all out with the planning. Jules is exasperated as fuck but he lets Daniel have this because he knows his bestie is trying to ‘repay him’. Which they’ve spoken argued about but Daniel needs Jules to know how much he loves and appreciates him forever and ever til the end of time. They ended each wedding planning email with ‘fuck off’ and Jules’ said ‘fuck of please/respectfully/categorically/emphatically’. Daniel cackles each time.

Max and Daniel do not go off to fuck at Jules’ wedding. Not because of respect or anything so silly. But Daniel essentially made himself the wedding planner's assistant so he literally couldn’t step away. Charles laughed at Max’s grumblings. The wedding was gorgeous.

They still go to the cabin as often as possible. Daniel bought more land around it and they built another, bigger cabin so that the entire group plus spouses and all the kiddies can be comfortable. None of Pierre’s girlfriends have been to the cabin.

#aaahhh I love this story so so so much #Reclamation #2wrecked2furious #headcanons #ask #rizzstappen

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arzuera · 6 months

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Challenge! 20 Questions for Writers

Thanks for the tag @tathartiel!

1. How many works do you have on Ao3?

22. Though It would be 38 if you included all the individual one-shots in the two one-shot booklets.

2. What's your total A03 word count?

729,435 words. Which is a lot more than I was expecting! I never looked that up before.

3. What fandoms do you write for?

At the moment, DPxDC mainly. I used to write for Undertale and I have written for the Rune Factory series.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Robin's Egg with 14,291 kudos. It's, by far, my most popular on AO3. Though if we bring other Fanfic websites then The Call of a Mute Heart will be the top.

Summary: While out on nightly patrol, Robin finds a very injured Danny Phantom who is about to be forced back into his core. Now that the ghost boy is entirely defenseless, how is Damien going to protect the core from others? And even harder… how is going to keep Phantom's existence unknown to his family?

"Safe" House with 4767 kudos. This is surprising to me because this is just a 2 shot that I wrote on a whim. I didn't realize it was so popular.

Summary: Tim and Damian help Jason move safe houses. What was that in the backroom?

Rehoming with 2,607 kudos. Again, this is surprising. This is basically a one shot since I haven't finished part 2 yet.

Summary: Justice League cherry picks the Fenton research on ghosts and treats them like semi-'sentient' beings.

So Many Stars with 1,626 kudos. This one is my one shot booklet so this isn't so surprising.

An Envoy for a Night with 1,570 kudos. This is also a one shot and the first time I wrote an anger management fic.

Summary: Jazz attends a Justice League party as Danny's envoy. Chaos ensues.

5. Do you respond to comments!

I do try but it's hard. Robin's Egg gets a lot of comments and I love every single one! I'm constantly refreshing to see anything new in my inbox! But considering it can get a few hundred every chapter, it's hard to respond to every single one individually. But I do read them all and I appreciate all the love you give the fics I write.

6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

Hmmm.... I guess, since it is currently on hiatus, Stay. It's literally about a suicidal main character who is trying to find themself in a new world with humans and monsters.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

That has to be either "Safe" House or That's How the Story Goes. Most of the stories I write end happy. So I'm rating on HOW happy.

8. Do You Get Hate on Fics?

Yes, I do! For a while, there was an anon that was trolling the dpxdc fics that a lot of my fellow authors deemed the 'fetish' Anon. They would go to dpxdc fics and write a hate comment about how the author was fetishizing something or other in the fic when, if they read the fic, it never happened. This was the one I received on Robin's Egg:

Of course, none of this actually happened in the fic but it was just general trolling hate. Then there were the 4-5 anons who trolled me on AO3 AND Tumblr by demanding I write something the way they wanted too. Then the classic, YOU DIDNT WRITE THAT CHARACTER WELL!

It's been pretty calm for a while (knocks on wood. throws salt over her shoulder) but I have certainly seen my fair share of hate.

9. Do You Write Smut? If So, What Kind?

I do but none of you will see it~

I do not have that kind of courage.

10. Do You Write Crossovers? If So, What's The Craziest One You've Written?

The only crossover is DPxDC for me. I read a lot of crossovers, at least when I was more active in the Undertale fandom. Writing? DPXDC is the only one.

11. Have You Ever Had A Fic Stolen?

I have actually. My fic The Call of A Mute Heart, when it was still in the process of being written, was stolen a total of 5 times across various fanfic websites. Lemme tell you, it was hard trying to get it taken down on the websites I didn't have accounts on. I had to prove that I had the older files and everything x.x

12. Have You Ever Co-Written A Fic Before?

Yes! It's called Contractual Obligations and I was teamed up with @tathartiel for Invisobang. It was a lot of fun! Despite our different writing styles, we were really in sync in what we wanted to do and how we wanted to write it. Its a DPxDC fic where Ghost King Danny finds out he is the son of John Constantine by a demon trying to claim his soul via a soul contract. So now Danny has to make this thing void or else the Infinite Realms is in danger.

I will co-author with Tathy as many times as she wishes because it was so much fun working with her and we are already joined up to write a fic for another event.

13. What's Your All-Time Favorite Ship?

I don't really have a favorite but I do like a good Anger Management fic. I like to read lots of different ships though because its all in how its written, for me, if i will like it or not.

14. What's A Wip You Want to Finish But Doubt You Ever Will?

Anything on my Undertale list that's unfinished. I've tried going back to them. I really have but the spark isn't there anymore, unfortunately.

15. What Are Your Writing Strengths?

Mmmmm I guess my ability to make a conversation last for an entire chapter without it getting boring or repetitive. At least, from what I have been told. Sometimes exposition needs to happen but if done wrong it can bore or turn off a reader. Yet, I've only ever heard good things for the chapters that involve them.

16. What Are Your Writing Weaknesses?

Smut. No further elaborations~

17. First Fandom You Wrote For?

Technically, it was FairyTail but my true immersion into fandom was Undertale. I'd never been actively apart of a fandom until then and I still have fond memories of writing The Call of a Mute Heart every week, waiting for people to read it.

18. Favorite Fic You've Written?

You would think I would say my two biggest fics Robin's Egg or The Call of a Mute Heart but my favorite fic is It's a Case! for Rune Factory 4. I had so much fun writing it and tried my hardest to make it feel like a cutscene from the game and from the people who read it, I think I succeeded.

Now who should I tag... hmmmmmmmm.... @gilbirda and @susiron i would love to learn about you two :3

#fanfiction #dpxdc #fanfic #tag game

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tiredstressedemotionalmess · 9 months

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hiyaaa would you care to share some kobra thoughts cause im thinking about him again

(aka: in the process of dying my hair and have to wait for an hour :/)

YESSSSS OKAY-

oh my god i just wrote like four paragraphs that i realized were basically just a summary of shut talked abt in the next ttid chapter since that chapter 90% just Kobra Kid Thoughts atm soooo this is take two with lighter shit that Isnt just basically spoilers lmao

- he has heterochromia, one eye's green and the others brown (dont ask me which is which i have it written down somewhere but i dont remember rn 😭) this fact is very important to me and is something i gotta bring up when i go back and edit past ttid chapters

- he looooves old karate movies, an obsession which was sparked very early on in his time in the zones. the doc has a collection of old tapes and shit, one of which was the karate kid! yk thing abt how every transmasc has a dude from an 80s movie that they wanna steal the gender of?? yeah. kobra's is danny larusso

- one of the few things thats consistent between pretty much all versions of kobra's story in my head is that, a few months after he gets out to the zones he and poison get into a huge fight that causes them to part ways for a 1-2 year period

- its during that ^ year when kobra finds his bike in what he thinks is an abandoned warehouse. it is Not Abandoned but it's fine. i mean, if those other guys really wanted to keep their bike, they wouldve put up more of a fight right? kobra certainly wouldn't have stopped after a few broken bones if he were in their position anyways

- ZERO self preservation instincts. he absolutely thinks he can win every single fight he gets into, which lead him to picking fights with people either a lot bigger than him or a lot more skilled and it doesnt always end well!

-this also extends to animals but in a sort of opposite way. this fucking dumbass will just pick up any fucking creature to try and pet it bc he thinks if it attacks him hell be able to handle it. he does this with snakes a lot in particular- the amount of fucking heart attacks jets had bc he sees kobra just. picking up snakes she was taught to avoid her entire life bc Venom,,,

- i like the idea that hes got a streak of red in his hair to match party's, and party has a blonde streak in theirs to match his :]

- the venom siblings also have matching snake tattoos that wrap around one of their arms. they get them a little while after reconciling from that huge fight and year apart and shit- its sort of a reminder that theyre family, even on the days where they have to hold back from killing each other

- jet is kobra's favorite person to go on supply runs with bc he thinks shes the one out of the crew with the best music taste (second to him of course) and theyre really good at negotiating together bc they are both intimidating in just the right, slightly different ways

- kobra also likes jet a lot bc they know enough abt mechanics to be able to hold a conversation with him, whereas party never has a single clue what hes talking about. and then when ghoul comes along kobra is like "oh okay im in love with you now" bc ghoul actually knows A Lot abt mechanics and bikes and cars and actually maybe he knows more than kobra so kobra's all "yeah okay ur mine now ur gonna talk to me abt bikes for hours rn rn rn" like an excited puppy

- i think kobra is also the more tech savvy of the group. ghoul and jet are old fucking men when it comes to that shit bc theres not a lot of computers in the zones. but kobra was really into technology back in the city, way more than party, so hed the one responsible for hacking the vending machines or dealing with the computers and security shit when they break into bli buildings

- at some point the kid finds an old laptop and that becomes his other project. when theres nothing to work on with his bike, hes trying to get that laptop working. when he does get the laptop working, he finds a bunch of old 2000s era memes saved onto it that he ends up referencing constantly despite not knowing what the fuck theyre talking about (im like 90% sure i got this idea from a fic or something i read *years* ago but idk what it was and i havent been able to find it so someone plz lmk if any of that sounds familiar 💀)

#asks #the kobra kid #i hope these are satisfying lmao i really had to dig deep in my mental files trying to find shit that wouldnt matter to ttid gdhgdh #also!! what color are you dying ur hair???#danger days #danger days headcanons

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The thing is, in Italy they're doing a H50 rerun (even if they lost one episode along the road but hey, poor buddy must've been confused after the due sospension to broadcast the swimming European competition or wtf it was), so I'm taking advantage of this to have my nightly mcdanno boost.

All night (hello insomnia my old friend) I couldn't stop thinking how Steve, after witnessing Danny's desperate message in Rachel's voicemail in 2x15, stating that he still loves her (....poor Gabby, is she aware Danny could never love her the way he still loves R. or fall for her the way he fell for Steve?), suddenly in 2x16 feels the need to bring Cath as his pkus one at the auction. Catherine. Even if Kono and Lori were there alone. While Chin definitely didn't bring Malia, nor Danny Gabby (lol I laughed so hard when he remembered about St. Valentine's only after the others pointed it out, and panicked about the present! Talk about performance and facade). But he needed Cath exactly there. As a buffer. As a True, No-Homo, I'm-Definitely-Not-Pining-Over-My-Partner shield.

Poor Steve enters in Panick Mode™ every single time he fears he's lost Danny, either physically or emotionally (see the reckless invasion of the Governor's house in 1x24 after knowing Danny is crawling back to Rachel).

Sorry for the hundreds brackets, my brain is wacked.

I've only seen 2x15 once so forgive me if I'm getting it wrong, but I'm fairly sure the message was from months ago, at least that's how I understood it, it's just that it revealed that Danny didn't care if the baby was his and would have gotten back together with Rachel back in the beginning of S2 anyway.

I don't even think it's as simple as Danny having some ~undying love~ for Rachel, but simply clinging to the past, to this ideal of a nuclear family, because he has always felt like the failed marriage makes him a failure and like he failed Grace specifically because the divorce made her 'a child of a broken home' and the chance to repair it was too tempting to let go.

(Not to mention being back together with Rachel would have meant being a full time father to his precious babygirl instead of shared custody which has probably always been the main draw for him, he hates missing out on a single moment of Grace's life more than anything)

The thing about fantasies is they are hard to let go of even after you have changed and it's not something you want anymore, Danny wasn't the same man that came to Hawai'i 2 years ago and wished he didn't have to, he has changed and grown on a fundamental level and meeting Steve and building the ohana was a major part of that, whether he knew it or not he chose Steve over Rachel at the end of s1, it just took his mind a while to catch up.

His first priority has always been Grace so he had to try, whether that involved raising another man's baby or not. What he didn't know is that it wouldn't have mattered because Rachel took the decision from him. I think she knew he would always put Grace first but that he would never again put Rachel first and she couldn't take it.

Now, of course, Steve being new to the complexities of human relationships, didn't understand all of that, so he absolutely was devastated by the discovery. To him it must have looked like Danny loved Rachel so much he was ready to raise another man's baby as a part of the package. It must have been like being thrust back in time to that hospital room where all his hopes were dashed.

Now the timing of him leaving for weeks of maneuvers/training seems a little too appropriate. Putting a literal distance between them. I never actually thought about the timely coincidence of him bringing Cath to that black tie event, I just thought they were using her for intelligence, but now you made me think it may have served two purposes. Having her as a buffer/feelings dampener helps. Not to mention the return to the familiar/safe/easy, no chance to get his heart broken again because there's no real love there.

And yes I've written before about how having his hopes dashed may have contributed Steve to accelerate his timetable on the whole revenge thing, because he felt like he had nothing to lose, and it's also potentially why he felt like he could just up and leave Danny with nothing but a letter because he simply didn't think Danny would care that much.

(He was wrong, of course, but the entire situation is a big clusterfuck that's definitely hard to untangle. And lol I forgot about the Valentine's day thing, Danny is so used to spending Valentine's day with Steve he forgets about his actual gfs *GG*)

#katya answers #mcdanno #myh50 #im too lazy to proofread this so i apologize for typos and mistakes #h50 2x15 #h50 2x16 #h50 #h50 1x24 #h50 1x23

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CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Danny Ramirez

full name: Miguel Pulido

nickname(s) / goes by: Miles, Migue (mostly by family)

pronouns & gender: He/Him & cis man

sexuality: Straight

birth date: March 3, 1992

birth place: San Diego, CA

arrival to merrock: Since 1996

housing: Countryside

occupation: Paramedic & Part-time mechanic

work place: Around town on calls & part time at Takato’s Garage

family: Mother, father, younger siblings.

relationship status: Single

PERSONALITY

Being raised in a full and loud household shaped Miles to be a certified chatterbox. There’s nothing he can’t talk about one he opens that mouth of his. Along with the more to average chitchat, Miles loves to keep active social life (big shocker). You can usually catch him hanging out at the bar after a long shift or talking to some poor soul at the gym. Don’t let it fool you, though. Underneath all of that happiness is a man that overthinks every decision he’s made, and is his biggest critic. Many don’t see that he has an anger issue because he keeps everything bottled up. The majority of the time, though, he wants to be everybody’s best friend. Is he a bit of a people pleaser? Most definitely.

WRITTEN BY: Drea (she/her), pst.

BACKGROUND / BIO

Though born in the Finest City in California; Miles likes to say that his life began when he moved to Merrock. Mostly it’s because he doesn’t have many memories of San Diego. Since he was a kid, Miles had always been the loudest of his class. His excuse was because he had four brothers to talk over, and he needed to be heard loud and clear. Eventually, that got him into plenty of trouble. That trouble followed him through to the end of his high school days, and sometimes, even now. While his parents tried their best to teach all of their children responsibility, Miles always had a difficult time trying to live up to those expectations. It didn’t help that his younger brothers always seemed to be a few steps ahead of him in life despite Miles being the oldest.

After graduating, Miles entered the nursing program to become a BSN (Bachelor of Science in Nursing). His motivation being that a family friend of theirs said that Miles’ optimism would be ideal for that line of work. All was going according to plan until the last year of his nursing program when Miles grew exhausted, and felt too burnt that he dropped out. Disappointment from his family, and from himself, Miles then becomes a EMT. Life slowly went back to normal, and Miles eventually began to date Reyna. The two had a blissful relationship that eventually turned into a bright future with them getting engaged just three years later.

Wanting a better life for himself and for his bride-to-be, Miles begins to the process to become a paramedic. During the course of his and Reyna’s engagement, Miles fails the paramedic exam two times which adds stress to the wedding. Resulting the termination to the bright future that Miles once saw with her. Heartbroken as ever, Miles takes a part-time job while he keeps his EMT job and keeps studying to become a paramedic.

A full year of keeping the same exhausting schedule, Miles finally achieves his goal, and becomes a paramedic. It took a while to channel that friendly and optimistic side of Miles again, and sometimes, he does slip back to his moody and gloomy self. The way he can cope is by practicing with his band or working on bikes to keep his head clear from the mistakes he did in the past. It’s still a long journey, but he’s taking it a day at a time.

#merrockbio #miguelpulido

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casspurrjoybell-19 · 11 months

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CLAIMED - Chapter 29

*Warning: Adult Content*

"Daniel Cahill..." Doctor Benji whispered, tears dripping from his chin as his entire body trembled with the weight of failure. "Time of death, four twenty-one AM."

*****

The earth-shattering memory echoed through the very air of the Crescent Moon Pack House, staining each and every intake of breath with the somber scent of sorrow.

The Pack mourned, the weight of their grief shared in every heavy step, every hollow glance, every trembling touch.

Every one of Daniel Cahill's four children, including his beautiful newborn, existed in a state of blood-curdling torment, unable to comprehend, to even consider, the possibility of moving on through life without their Dad by their side.

Danny had birthed them, raised them, carried them through their darkest moments and wiped away their tears more times than one could count in a single lifetime.

And now, knowing that he would never be there to hit them with his neck pillow or joke around at the dinner table left them with nothing but all-consuming emptiness, a never-ending void that threatened to suck the rest of their existence in along with it.

Because they loved him.

Everyone loved him.

Beta Jaxson Ortiz held his Mate Warrior Corey Cahill tight, crying with him as the Alpha wept unceasingly at his side.

The abraded sound of his Mate's hoarse screams of pain ripped at what little was left of the Beta's heart and with his shoulders hunched and knees pulled up into the fetal position, the Alpha looked no more than a frightened child.

It had been three days.

Three days of Jaxson begging his Mate to eat something to drink something to walk to the window and get a single breath of fresh air.

But the Alpha simply couldn't stomach it, gut churning as a hiraeth of blurry images of his Dad's cheerful face danced endlessly across his psyche.

The misery was inescapable and Corey no longer possessed the willpower to fight against it’s cruel hold.

Simply put, the Alpha was depressed.

His Dad was gone and the loss became him, annihilating him from the inside out as he struggled to keep up with the multitude of emotions that would run through him at any given moment.

Anger, fear, rage, denial, nothing and then more anger coursed through his veins, until he could think of no other way to cope but to cling to the only person that could possibly bring him even a sliver of comfort through his torment.

"Corey..." Jaxson soothed with a patient tone, running his fingers through his Mate's tangled hair in an effort to rouse him.

However, just like all of the other times the Beta had attempted this over the past three days, Corey didn't move a single muscle, face still buried deep in his Mate's chest and arms locked around his waist as if afraid that he, too, would disappear from his life at any moment.

The Alpha's grip was tight, so much so that the Beta had a little trouble breathing at first.

But after three days of laying in the same position, his lungs had adjusted.

"I'm going to kiss you... If that's okay..." Jaxson whispered once more, giving his unresponsive Mate a moment to, hopefully, comprehend what he was doing before he slowly twisted his body.

The Beta reached over to grab one of the multiple water bottles he'd deposited beside them, popping the cap and filling his own cheeks with the liquid before doing his best to shimmy down in Corey's unrelenting grip.

Once he got close enough to his target, Jaxson gently cupped both sides of Corey's cheeks to tilt his head up high enough.

Then, he pressed their lips together, simultaneously releasing the water that he stored in his cheeks into his Mate's mouth and holding it there until he felt the Alpha swallow.

Corey's lips were not his own, the once supple and moisturized flesh now chapped and cracking in a few places and Jaxson barely held back a whimper of worry at the unfamiliar sensation.

He didn't want to have to do this, the idea of forcing his Mate to do anything digging a pit of unease in his stomach.

But right now he was running high on adrenaline and low on choices and when faced with the decision to either let his mate shrivel up and dehydrate or encourage him to drink from his own mouth, the answer was abundantly clear.

Like all of the times before, Corey didn't even open his eyes.

Instead, after Jaxson completed his task, the Alpha simply tightened his grip and buried his face back into the small divot he'd claimed in the center of his Mate's chest.

The lingering taste of salt on his tongue from the kiss yanked at Jaxson's macerated heart and he found himself wondering just how much his Mate had spent in tears over the past few days.

It was obvious that the large male was deteriorating, the lack of food and break in his typically daily Warrior Training making his skin gain a somewhat dusky hue, as if the richness of his tan was sucked straight out of his epidermis.

But although Jaxson was growing increasingly terrified at the prospect of what could happen if his Mate remained in this state for much longer, he refused to let that fear control him.

Not again. Not anymore.

Grief has a way of rearranging the world, of transporting you to an unforgiving universe in which you fear that you will never find a way to live without whatever it is that you've lost.

And Jaxson knew this feeling, he had faced it himself so many years ago when his mother passed on and he lay, curled up and shivering with stone-cold misery underneath his weighted blanket.

He knew what it was like for one's brain to shut down, for it to turn against you as it failed to find a reason to survive through the agony.

And he especially knew what it was like to face all of that horror, all alone.

But Head Pack Warrior Core Cahill wasn't alone.

His Mate, Beta Jaxson Ortiz wouldn't let that happen.

He would be there through everything, supporting and loving until his Mate was ready to face the new reality that his life had so suddenly become.

"I love you," Jaxson whispered, pressing a kiss to the crown of his Mate's head, "Even if the whole world crumbles to pieces, I love you. And I am not leaving you," he assured him.

Despite the Alpha's stillness, Jaxson knew that his Mate heard him due to the gentle affection that thrummed through their bond, accompanied by a fresh bloom of wetness that made it’s way across his already soaked t-shirt.

Jaxon wrapped his arms around Corey's shoulders as they shook, anchoring him through the next tsunami of tears.

The Beta didn't know how long they laid there like that, after all, time didn't mean much these days.

But he did take note of the fact that he had given Corey four more mouthfuls of water and that the light that peeked through the window and bathed the room in an orangey glow when a knock on the door interrupted their somber routine.

"It's me," the soft voice of Doctor Benji interrupted the silence as he pushed open the door, stepping into the room and closing it gently behind him.

Jaxson looked up, greeting the half-Fae with what he hoped came off as even the slightest hint of a smile but even achieving something as simple as that was a challenge.

"Any news?" the Beta inquired, keeping his voice low to a whisper so as not to bother his mourning Mate.

*****

Over the past three, going on four, days now, Corey wasn't the only person in the Crescent Moon Pack House experiencing a state of rapid decline.

Daniel Cahill’s Mate, Raymon Cahill was also falling hard and fast, the Alpha's eyes taking on a blood-red hue as he lay, hunched over his Mate's body in a protective stance for days on end.

He wouldn't let anyone near his Omega's corpse, a feral state of insanity clouding his rational mind and provoking him to attack anyone who dared try to take his ‘Bunny’ away from him.

His violence had reached a fever pitch yesterday, when Pack Warrior Tank went to check in on his status and came back covered in blood and a few sets of ferociously deep claw marks.

'I don't even know if he's in there anymore,’ Tank had described as Dr Benji dabbed at his wounds, the half-Fae moving slowly as to avoid contaminating them with his own tears, 'The look in his eyes... it was like he couldn't even comprehend who I was.'

In response to his Mate's observations, Dr Benji had simply sighed, glancing over to the medical bassinet that held the couple's few-days-old infant. 'I'm glad we got the baby out when we did. I don't even want to imagine the situation we'd have on our hands if we had waited.'

*****

"I..." Dr Benji began but the rest of the words seemed to get lodged in his throat.

The Fae shuffled from foot to foot, staring down at his fingers as he pulled at them and when he finally raised his head, the rims of his eyes shone with unshed tears.

"He's getting worse, Jax," he finally spat out. "He isn't eating, he isn't sleeping. His eyes... they're getting redder and redder by the day and he isn't responding to anyone with any hint of recognition when we try to speak to him, to reason with him. He's gotten violent with multiple pack members, and... and Danny's body..." Benji paused, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment before re-opening them, "We can't... He won't let even us get close. If things continue like this... Raymon will die in there too."

Jaxson bit his lip, using the mild pain as a distraction from doing what he really wanted to do, which was break down into a raging fit of tears.

'Stay strong,' the Beta reminded himself, 'He saved you, now it's your turn to do the same.'

With that, he cleared his throat and swallowed back the sobs that threatened to break through.

"What do we need to do?"

Dr Benji leaned against the wall with a heavy sound, running a hand through his pink hair which was ruffled beyond recognition at this point.

"I'm not exactly sure. But I have a theory," he said, glancing up with an unsure gaze but Jaxson nodded as if to say continue.

"Raymon had an anger disorder before meeting Danny. And from what I was told, his Mate was the only thing in this world that was ever able to draw him out of it. It's not exactly unusual for someone's Wolf to take over after the passing of their Mate but this is different. His eyes are turning red, Jaxson. He's losing touch with his humanity. And he's acting so erratically that we can't even find a way to restrain him long enough to administer a sedative, even Tank couldn't manage to do it. We're running out of options and quick," he finished but still shuffled anxiously from foot to foot and Jaxson could immediately tell that there was much more to what he came here to say.

"So... What are you suggesting?" The Beta asked and Dr Benji blew out a shaky breath as he made eye contact once again.

"Right now Raymon's mind is splitting into a psychotic break, overpowering every human instinct as he focuses each waking moment on the illusion of keeping his Mate safe, despite the fact that that time has already long passed," Benji explained gently. "If there's any chance of him surviving this, we need him sedated and put into a medically induced coma for a few days so that his brain can at least try to work itself back together. The only issue with this is that Raymon is an Alpha and in his current state he is unlikely to even respond to the pain of being wounded, which makes him even stronger than he already is."

It was then that Jaxson finally began to piece together just what Dr Benji may be here to ask for and his brow crinkled into a frown as the medic continued.

"The only person that could possibly possess the ability to even entertain the idea of overpowering that kind of strength is another Alpha. So, that means Alpha Oasis Amador or..."

"Or Corey," Jaxson finished for him with a tone so flat and absolute that it chilled Dr Benji to the bone, goosebumps rising on his skin as he confirmed the statement with a nod.

"But you have to understand, I wanted to come here to ask first before anything was set in motion. I know it's been hard and there's no guarantee that this will work but I think that maybe, just maybe if we send him in, that the sight of his son could help him cooperate with us. Perhaps, if we try this route, we could pull this off without having to sedate him like he's some wild animal. Because he's not wild, he's... he's our family," Dr Benji finally finished his monologue, emitting a peculiar sound, as if the words were choking him, with the very last word.

The silence that hung in the air between them for a few good minutes was suffocating and Jaxson wanted to do so many things all at once.

He wanted to curse the Fae out for even suggesting such a thing, to fall at his feet and thank him for all of his help, to tell him to get the fuck out of his Mate's room and so much more.

But ultimately, he had to choose none of these things, as a stirring sensation caused him to take a sharp intake of surprised breath.

Corey tensed, then pushed up to his elbows and Jaxson watched with awe at his Mate's sudden state of alertness.

The Beta pulled back, allowing Corey to move as he pleased and soon the Alpha settled, eyes set dead ahead at the window and back turned toward the door that Dr Benji stood in front of.

He couldn't look at the medic just yet, knowing that if he dared even take a single peek at his bright pink hair, the horrible memory of him 'breaking the news' would surely render him right back down into a state of inescapable gloom.

And then, his voice crackling with prolonged lack of use but still radiating with it’s signature, deep tones, the Alpha finally spoke.

"My father does not deserve this torment. And my Dad deserves a proper burial."

His statement was simple but vibrated with a power far exceeding that of an Alpha Command.

“Tell me what is needed of me and it will be done."

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Cutie if it’s no issue can I ask for your fav killers seeing their girlfriend being bullied by other survivors ? SoloQ have traumatized me 😂

If you’re busy please ignore

Pokes out

you really put me on the spot here. I loved writing this, although it may have been done already. I might do a part two in the future because everyone is just 😫

Masterlist

DbD Killers' Reaction to: You Getting Bullied by Other Survivors

|| Characters: Danny 'Jed Olsen' Johnson, Pyramid Head, Bubba Sawyer, Michael Myers, Frank Morrison

Danny 'Jed Olsen' Johnson:

OH, this was good.

He was hidden behind a nearby tree, watching the campfire as the rest of the losers (his words) listened to the redhead woman's story. She was boasting about her performance in the latest trial. Well, that hadn't been good until he heard your name come out of her mouth. He was almost bored, but that earned back his undivided attention.

Danny struggled to hear between the words as her ugly laugh pierced his ears and made him cringe under the Ghostface mask.

He made out 'fell', 'clumsy', 'useless' and you again.

So, that's how it was.

He'd show her.

Didn't she know revenge killings were among his favorite?

Well, you did, very firsthand. She'd know, too, soon. It's probably why it was a good thing you weren't there now.

Danny, no. You'd say.

Danny, yes. He'd tell himself.

You already knew he'd gladly kill for you, for any reason at all. You had to accept it at some point. It was a compliment.

And as far as he saw, Meg thought she was hot shit, didn't she? 'Look at me, I'm an athlete and I run fast.' He blew a raspberry.

Already, a plan blossomed in his sick mind. You didn't mind if he went through with it and made her suffer for bad-mouthing you, did you? Not that Danny was worried, it was justified. Just not to the extent he'd take it.

Pyramid Head:

They thought he'd tolerate that?

Didn't they know his name?

The Executioner.

He wants to Mori them any chance he gets. It's alright, you tell him.

He knows it's not. You don't have to lie to me.

You might be able to forgive them, but he won't. It goes against his very being, and he'd rather have you not deal with them. He can take care of it for you.

Pyramid doesn't care if he's scaring them away from ever approaching you again, whatever the result it doesn't stop him from punishing them.

Bubba Sawyer:

Bubba is sadder than you at the revelation.

Him, he'd understand.

But you? They were supposed to be on your side, it was mean, and you were the last person to deserve it, that was his opinion. The sweetest, most hardworking one out of them.

Why would they treat you like that? Soft cannibal boy just didn't understand.

You tried to reassure him, I'm used to it.

That was even worse!

He had more purpose to use his chainsaw and use it well. He'd make the revs count.

Michael Myers:

He was sure Feng could've saved you, so why hadn't she?

At first, he didn't think twice about it.

But then he noticed the pattern.

Any time you were paired up with her in a trial, it would always end with you being sacrificed.

Every. Single. Time.

He knew you were quite good at surviving, he enjoyed trials with you for this reason, so why had it always happened when she was around?

Rest assured, Michael wouldn't let it happen again. You were his to hurt only.

Whatever reason she was doing this for, she'd soon feel the kitchen knife in her back, piercing through her heart.

Frank Morrison:

Of course. It was shithead David.

The Legion wasn't surprised one bit.

He'd end him on command.

Just say the word.

You insisted it was fine, he didn't agree and had a lot to say about it.

'Next time, just tell me where he's hiding.'

'I'm not going to betray my friends.'

He let out maniacal laughter.

Joey, Julie, and Susie were your friends, not that coward King.

"Sure doesn't stop you all from hooking me every trial."

'Babe, c'mon.' A quick kiss.

He couldn't let you off the hook (Heh.) just because you were dating him, but he'd make up to you each time.

Still, you knew he was more than happy to slice up any of the idiots bothering you, you knew that, right?

He might take initiative if he ever witnesses it. Don't try to get in the way, he's sending off a warning to others.

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imtooscaredforthis · 3 years

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Unknown Caller

Ghostface x Reader Smut

Summary: Late at night, you start getting texts from the serial killer and your stalker, Ghostface.

Mentions of: Threats, Death, Stabbing, Sexting, Phone sex, Knife play, Oral Sex, Voyeurism, Recording w/out Consent and Danny being super horny

Word Count: 2.4K

With an exhausted groan, you collapsed back onto your bed, letting the mattress suck you in. It had been yet another long, shitty work day, leaving you mentally drained and wanting to sleep.

The only thing that kept you from sleeping was how gross, sticky, and sweaty you felt from walking around in that shitty waitress uniform. It was a summer day in Florida, after all. Of course you would be burning your ass off. And somehow, the urge to take a shower overpowered your fatigue.

So after an extra moment or two of laying down, you got up, grabbing your phone and a towel, heading into the bathroom and locking the door behind you, just in case any unwelcome visitors came in. You knew exactly who that visitor was.

You tried to shake the thought of the masked murderer, not even daring to think his name. The last thing you needed tonight was having him come around. Maybe he would just give you a break for once and leave you alone. Maybe…

Sighing, you tapped at your phone, playing some music and stripping down. Stepping into the shower, you turned the heat all the way up, letting the hot water pour down onto your skin until it turned red. You washed off all the stress and trouble from the day, finally being able to relax.

Once you got out of the shower, you slipped on a black lacy bra with matching panties, using a robe to cover it up. You had grown used to spending the nights alone, with no one to take home, no friends to speak with.

You lost them all, since they all thought you were being crazy and paranoid about being stalked by Ghostface. Even after one of your dear friends died, (the only one who believed you) they still thought you were crazy. In fact, they thought you killed him. And the cops were no help either, thinking all the threats were just some prankster or copycat.

So now, here you sat on your bed, scrolling through social media, when you got a text.

Unknown: Evening, gorgeous

You stared at the message blankly, feeling your heart drop in your stomach. It was him.

You cast a protective glance over at your bedroom window, which had the curtains drawn and the blinds shut, as an attempt of giving yourself some sort of privacy from the stalker. Was he out there? Waiting outside the window to peek, or behind your door to jump out at you. Even though he’s been doing this for a while, you’d still never get used to it.

Swallowing the lump in your throat, you began to type up a message to respond to him. You learned the hard way to answer his texts and calls.

(Y/N): What do you want to torture me with now?

Even though you were still quite afraid of the killer, there were times where you found him a complete nuisance, and got the guts to told him. This was one of those times.

Unknown: C’mon, don’t be like that. I have fun with the games we play. But I want to try something different tonight.

(Y/N): Like what?

Unknown: Like how I can see what you’re wearing and can’t help but wonder if you put all of that on just for me

You felt your face go a bright red, looking around and grabbing the hem over your robe, moving it over, attempting to cover up your body.

Unknown: There’s no use in covering it up now, I’ve already seen everything and it’s gotten me so hard

Looking at the text, you blinked a few times, making sure this was real. Maybe it was just some weird sex dream. You pinched yourself. Nope. This was real. The feared serial killer of Roseville was sexting you.

Unknown: You look so cute like that, all surprised and scared, it makes me want to cut you up and fuck you until you can’t walk.

Unknown: You’d like that, wouldn’t you?

Your mouth went dry as you tried to think of something to text him back with, your body running hot with arousal. You can’t believe this is turning you on. It really shouldn’t be.

Unknown: There’s no need to be so shy, (y/n). You know we can be honest with each other.

(Y/N): Yes I would

Unknown: Good girl

Unknown: My cock is just throbbing thinking about how nice and tight you would be, how good you would squeeze me, how I’d love to fill you up with my cum. And you’d love every second of it, wouldn’t you, baby?

(Y/N): Fuck yes

You rubbed your thighs together, feeling how drenched you were getting, a silent moan leaving your lips, not even realizing he was paying attention to every little detail.

Unknown: Shit, that was so hot. I’m really turning you on, aren’t I?

Unknown: You want to touch yourself don’t you? Want to get off on the dirty things I’m telling you? Well you can’t. Not unless you beg for it like a good girl.

You would object, but you knew you were too far in to stop yourself. It had been quite a long time since you had done something like this, and a part of you felt desperate. So, you did it. You begged.

(Y/N): Please, Ghostface. Please let me touch myself.

Unknown: Good. Go ahead, but take off that robe. You won’t be needing it.

Moving your arm out, you shrugged the robe off your shoulders, spreading your legs ever so slightly. Might as well give him a show.

You ran your hand down your stomach, moving it down to your hips, and then your thigh, while your other hand stayed high on your chest, running your finger over your clothed nipple. After a moment or two, you dipped your finger under the fabric, running it up and down your drenched slit. You played with your clit, leaning back and moaning softly.

Unknown: Fuck, I just want to run my knife all over the curves of your body

Unknown: Put two fingers in

You did as told, pushing two fingers into your opening, thrusting them in slowly. You didn’t even notice the distant flash of a camera recording you peeking out from behind your window.

You shut your eyes, biting your lip and arching your back, as you began to pick up the pace. The sound of your phone chiming managed to make you open your eyes, and snap out of your little fantasy, looking down at your phone.

Unknown: You look so fucking hot right now, I want to come in there and ruin you

(Y/N): Why don’t you?

Unknown: It’s tempting, but I need to do one thing first.

Unknown Number is calling…

You picked up, slowing your fingers. “Why’d you- why’d you stop?” He questioned between groans, his voice strained. So he was touching himself too.

“I didn’t know if you wanted me to-”

“Keep on going. Don’t stop. Add a finger.” He instructed.

An image of Ghostface stroking himself popped into your mind, making you pick up the pace. A string of mewls and whimpers left your mouth as you went even faster, feeling yourself grow close.

“You sound- shit, so nice babe. Makes me want to- even more-”

“Fuck, I’m g-going to- ah” Your body froze up, feeling yourself clench around your fingers.

It seemed like he was close too, considering how much he was panting, low groans and grunts. There was a brief silence on the other line, and you wondered if he hung up on you. But then, he spoke. “I’m coming in.”

He ended the call and you felt your heart leap in excitement, calming down from your high, and preparing for him to come in. You looked from the window to the door, wondering where he’d be entering.

A few minutes went by, and he still hadn’t shown up. A part of you wondered if this was some sort of sick game to humiliate you. If he was just going to leave you all alone.

“Miss me?” A familiar voice whispered into your ear, making you jump.

“Jesus don’t scare me like that.” You muttered, turning to face him.

“Why so grumpy? Is it because I kept you waiting? So impatient, so needy. I love it.” He grasped your chin, tilting your head and making you look up at him. He ran a gloved finger over your lips, tracing your cupid’s bow.

You felt your body grow hot at the contact, your thighs clenching together. He noticed, moving his hand away to finally give you what you so desperately craved. Grabbing your shoulders, he pushed you down on the bed, straddling you.

Slowly, he ran his knife over your skin, tracing it from your throat, down to your collar bones, and to your chest. It seemed he was being merciful tonight, because you could barely feel the blade against your skin, only a light tickle.

Moving his weapon to the middle of your chest, Ghostface sliced open your brassiere, splitting it in half and revealing your breasts. Well, there went your good underwear.

He ran his finger over your nipple, watching it harden under his touch, pinching it softly. The killer studied your expressions closely, taking in every single detail. The way your lips parted slightly, the way your cheeks heated up, and the way your eyebrows knitted together. God, you were so adorable.

Ghostface shifted his attention to your panties, cutting them off on the side, and pulling them down to your ankles slowly. He moved his hand back up to your opening, running his finger up your wet slit, feeling how soaked it was.

“So wet, all for me? I must’ve really left you waiting. Guess I better get to it then, huh?” His voice was smug, low, and full of mischief. You knew he was playing with you.

He rutted against his hips against you, making you whimper slightly. You knew he wouldn’t do anything, until you said it. “Please, fuck me, Ghostface.”

“Danny.”

You felt your eyes widen at his words. “What?”

“Call me Danny.” In all the time that you had known him, you never got a name out of him. But he was telling you it now. Why? Why was he doing this?

You were too busy processing what just happened to notice the sound of his buckle clicking, and his knife dropping onto the floor, while he was now holding his phone instead. The flash of a camera burned into your eyes, making you look up at him and snap out of your thoughts.

“What’re you doing?” You asked, squinting at the light and covering your eyes with one hand trying to hide the glare.

“Makin a little movie.” He grabbed your hands with his free one, moving them from your face and pinning them above your head. “And you’re the star. Aren’t you excited?”

“I- shit-” Before you could even respond to what he was saying, you felt his cock press up against your soaked folds.

He moved his camera down to your breasts, watching your chest heave, before moving it back up to your face. “Now what’s the magic word? C’mon, you know what to say. You’ve been saying it all night.”

“Please, Danny.” You begged, bucking your hips up against his hardened member. “Please what?”

“Please just fuck me.” You rolled your head against the pillow. He was driving you crazy at this point with how much he was teasing you and making you beg.

Finally, he gave you what you had grown desperate for, entering you with a rough thrust. It was painful at first, the killer not showing any mercy, but you forced yourself to grow used to it.

You moaned out, the feeling of fulfillment overcoming your already sensitive hole. You arched your back, grabbing onto his forearm, digging your nails into his muscle under his robe.

Tears began to stream down your face as you babbled, incoherent words slipping from your lips. It was too good, and you couldn’t think of something, anything, to say to describe it. He was fucking you stupid.

He zoomed in on your tears, watching as your eyes rolled to the back of your head. “Damn, baby. Is it really that good? Do you love getting fucked by my cock that much?”

You didn’t speak, not even sure if you could. He pinched your nipple, making you yelp. “Y-yes! Its- it’s so g-good.”

Danny moved his free hand to your clit, thrusting even deeper, until he hit just at the right spot. You cried out, clenching around him. Moaning out for him to please never stop, to keep going.

“Oh baby, you think I could stop? Not with the way you’re clenching around and calling out my name, begging for- shit.” He grunted, feeling your walls begin to massage him, you were getting close. And so was he.

He nestled his head into the crook of your neck and shoulder, pulling his mask up his face, and biting down, breaking your skin and drawing your blood, his movements growing even harsher. While you dug your nails into his back, reaching your orgasm, Danny not too far behind.

The half-masked killer wiped the blood from his lips, grinning down at you. “There, I marked you as mine. You’re my little slut, got it? Say it.”

You nodded, eyes still shut, your mouth open with only moans and gasps escaping. You forced yourself to speak, voice all hoarse and raw. “I’m your slut, Ghostface- Danny- whatever, I’m all yours.”

“That’s it. Such a good girl. Fuck-” His thrusts grew sloppy, and he rubbed at your clit even harder, making you climax once again with him. He pulled out, releasing on your stomach, and ending the video.

He pressed a rough kiss to your lips, before readjusting his mask, cleaning himself off, and fixing his clothes up. All the while you laid there, nude, panting, and coming down from the intense high you just had. You felt another flash blind your eyes, and the sound of a camera clicking, knowing he just took another picture.

Moving aside your curtains and blinds, Ghostface unlocked your window, pulling it up and stepping through. “This was fun. Let’s do it again sometime. See you soon.”

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I Can't

So I reposted @screnwriter 's "a hundred kissing prompts" and decided that I wanted to pick the first few I'd write about. I chose prompt 43 "you kissed me last night." " and you didn't stop me." If you want to pick one for me you can submit your choice here along with which boy you want! I do write for Danny I just don't have any posted yet :)

Pairing | Jake Kiszka x Reader

Warnings | Angst, cursing (there is a happy ending)

"Can you guys just pick a damn movie" I call from the kitchen hoping my voice can be heard over the argument taking place in the living room. "I swear to god, they're so fucking indecisive" I laugh. On this particular Thursday night Sam and I had planned to kickback and enjoy a shitty horror movie marathon but of course his two older brothers had to come and crash it. Josh is a lovely guy, I quite like him to be honest! He's sweet and funny and loud but Jake, on the other hand, I have confusing feelings about. He's quiet and attentive, which can be great but it can also be unsettling, that along with the way he looks at me is a recipe for disaster.

The first time I met Jake we were left in a room together alone for a few minutes and he didn't speak a single word to me, he just watched me like a predator and it's prey, the tension in the air was so thick and electric I could barely breathe. I've avoided being alone with him ever since but that hasn't stopped me stealing glances whenever he's around because if it isn't totally obvious, I am totally infatuated with him but Sam and I have been friends since our first day of university and I would never stoop so low as to go out with his brother. I don't like Sam romantically or anything but I still feel like it would be a betrayal in every way.

"Do you need any help?" Sam's voice rips me from my thoughts and I silently thank him for prying me out of the rabbit hole that is his brother.

I survey my surroundings and realize I'm one glass of beer short, was I subconsciously avoiding an interaction with Jake or was it an accident? I shake my head and put on a small smile as I turn back to Sam "If you could just take these into the living room, I forgot to pour myself one"

The brunette nods and grabs a glass in each hand "Would you mind bringing that one with you when you come? I can't hold all three."

"Yeah for sure, I'll see you in there" I finish filling my glass and grab the one Sam couldn't carry, bringing them into the living room. When I step into the room my breath catches in my throat. Sam and Josh are sharing one of our two, small couches and Jake is sitting alone on the other without a beer in his hand. I mentally curse myself as I walk over and sit down next to Jake, as far away from him as I can and then hand him his beer without making eye contact... or at least without making eye contact until his fingers brush against mine when he grabs the glass. My eyes shoot up to meet his and a smug expression graces his features. Flustered, I flick my gaze to Sam and Josh, locking eyes with the latter "What movie did you guys pick?

"Halloween" He says in a cheery voice "It's one of my favorites"

I smile at his sunny disposition "Good choice Joshy, It's one of my favorites too!" His cheeks flush at the silly endearment and when I look over at Jake his expression is lukewarm.

The movie starts and I can barely focus knowing that Jake is behind me. The couch we're on is angled sideways to the TV so I have to lay my head on the arm of the couch as not to block Jake's view. "That doesn't look very comfortable" My body freezes and I'm hyper aware of Jake's breath on my neck, how did I not feel the couch move when he leaned over? I push the thought aside and focus even harder on the movie, ignoring him. "Lay back on me, then we can both see perfectly"

I let out a long breath realizing that he's right, we would both be able to lay comfortably and it's the smartest way for us to see the TV properly. I nod my head curtly and let him ease me back onto his chest by my shoulders. Every brush of his fingertips against me sends an electric shock through my body. I wonder if he can feel my heart going a mile a minute when I lay back against him. His legs are around mine and he rests his chin lightly on my head once we're both comfortable, which seems a little too intimate for the moment but how can I possibly care, this is all of my dreams and worst nightmares coming true at once. I imagine how this looks to Sam and Josh and I cringe, checking over my shoulder to see if the scowl I imagined on my best friends face is that of my imagination or reality. I'm relieved to see that Sam is solely focused on the screen, as is Josh.

"Relax y/n, you're so tense, I don't bite" Jake's voice is smooth as silk in my ear and I can feel his words rumbling in his chest. I take a deep breath and let it go, relaxing my body and practically melting into him. "That's better"

The movie is slowly coming to an end and I can't be more grateful, Jake's hand has somehow made it's way to rest at my thigh, the warmth of his hand is pleasant but It stole my focus from the moment he put it there in the middle of the movie to now.

"Do you think we could stay the night? It's way to dark to walk back to our place" Josh's voice cuts through the end credit music.

"Yeah, of course, take the guest bedroom, you staying too Jake?" Sam asks

"Yeah, why not" The vibration of his words against my back motivates me to sit up, escaping him and his heavenly cologne.

"You cool with them staying y/n" Sam looks at me with a smile "I mean, it's not like they haven't stayed before"

"I don't mind" I reply, stretching my arms above my head. "I'm gonna go do the dishes, could someone help me bring the glasses into the kitchen?"

"I've got it" Jake's voice sounds from behind me and I scream internally, I really don't want to be alone with him "You guys can go relax, we'll get all this cleaned up" He motions to the litter strewn table.

"Thanks guys, I'll see you in the morning" Sam and Josh both head upstairs, probably to listen to music or something. Damn Sam and his normal sleep schedule.

"I've got the glasses, you can go start filling the sink if you want"

Keeping with my trend of silence I nod wordlessly at him and head into the kitchen, doing as he suggested and filling the sink. I'm so focused on the watching the water that I'm barely aware of Jake placing the glasses beside the me and then leaning against the counter. I stop the water and look up at him, admiring his side profile in the gritty lighting of our kitchen. His eyes flutter open and gazes at the ceiling, my staring going seemingly unnoticed.

"Why are you so quiet tonight, peach?"

I cringe at the pet name and give in, grabbing the counter to brace myself "Remind me again why you feel the need to call me that?"

"Because I like this-" He reaches out and draws his fingers along the apples of my cheeks, referring to the heated tint they take on when he uses the nickname. I pull myself away from his touch, not trusting myself. My breathing is embarrassingly erratic.

"Don't-"

"What? You asked a question." He turns to face me completely, leaning his side against the counter smugly "Have I made you uncomfortable?"

"No- It's just-" I sigh and push myself off of the counter, turning my body towards him "What's your deal?"

"My deal?"

I sigh in frustration and give up, turning back to the dishes "Never mind" I move the cups into the soapy water and sigh again "I don't need your help anymore, you can go"

"Y/n"

The kitchen falls silent for a moment and I swear Jake can hear my heartbeat. When I glance in his direction he's still looking at me. I draw my hands out of the water and dry them on the towel hanging from a rack on the wall. I mirror his stance, leaned up against the counter "Jake" I copy. His eyes alight with something foreign to me, it's dark and light at the same time, like his eyes are the night sky, ablaze with stars. I barely have time to process his movements as he steps towards me. I mirror him, stepping back with every forward step he takes until I'm pressed against the fridge. "Jake" I breath, his name passing my lips for the second time tonight.

The only thing that can be heard in the kitchen is the sound of our ragged, offbeat breaths. He puts an arm beside my head, effectively pinning me against the fridge. "Say it again" He hums

"What?" I whisper, our eyes locked so intensely it feels like we're trapped, swimming in each others souls.

"My name, say it again"

I swallow down my courage and press a hand against his chest when he leans in further "Jake" I murmur, unflinchingly.

"You're going to be the death of me, peach" His voice is low and growly, as if he had just woken up. I hear him mutter something like fuck it under his breath and before I can protest his lips meet mine, closing the gap both physically and metaphorically. All pretenses are lost in the wind as he cups my face in his palm, stroking the skin of my cheek with his thumb. Electricity more powerful than anything I've ever felt travels through every single nerve in my body. I grip his shirt and reach for his hair, feeling it's softness between my fingers. He hums against my lips and slides a hand down to grasp my hip. Everywhere he touches, goosebumps rise in his wake. I pull him closer by his hair, almost hoping we can join together as one in this intimate affair. His hand brushing my hair behind my ear knocks me back into reality and I desperately reach to pull myself out of the embrace, we can't do this, is all I can think now. I can't do this, Sam is my best friend... he would never forgive me... I my let arm arm fall to my side, pulling away. His eyes are clouded with that same, foreign emotion as before but this time confusion has leaked into his expression. I put my other palm on his chest and tilt my head to the side, pushing away.

"I can't-" Is the only thing I can bring myself to say before I slip away, scrambling up the stairs to my room and leaving him alone in the kitchen with a bewildered look on his face.

The next morning my only tasks are 1. avoiding Jake and 2. pretending that last night didn't happen. Of course, as I pad down the stairs I hear Sam yell "Josh and I will be back in an hour!" and Jake responding with an affirming grunt . I try to turn around and slip away again but Jake appears at the bottom of the stairs.

"Sam made pancakes, there's a plate for you on the island" His voice is cold as ice.

I nod and continue down the stairs when Jake disappears into the kitchen. I find my plate and instead of taking it into the living room to eat I pour on some syrup and dig in right away. "Did you get some?" I ask, flicking my gaze up to his when he stands on the other side of the island, trying to keep the awkward silences to a minimum.

"I did" He hums, crossing his arms.

"You kissed me last night" I say accusingly and I let go of my fork, the clatter of it against my plate echoing through the kitchen. Somehow my mouth worked faster than my brain and I spoke my thoughts before properly thinking them.

"And you didn't stop me," He replies coolly

"It shouldn't have happened, Jake" I lock eyes with him, giving him a no bullshit look.

"But it did y/n. We clearly have feelings for each other" He leans against the his side of the island, supported by his arms.

"No-"

"Don't lie, I know you wanted me to"

"Jake-"

"Don't you fucking do that..." He looks so hurt.

"What happened last night was a mistake and we both know it" My voice is shaky, I sound as if I've never spoken before.

"Don't say that-"

"Jake, we can't do this" I feel tears welling in my eyes but I hold back, biting my lip to stifle them.

"What's stopping us?"

"Sam, Jake. You know just as well as I do-"

"It's none of his fucking business!"

I barely notice I've moved until I'm standing in front of Jake, the island no longer separating us "He's my best friend" A tear rolls down my cheek and I wipe it away with the back of my hand "I can't-"

"You can! We can! Just... please, peach" He takes a step towards me and as though replaying the events of last night I back up with each of his steps towards me.

"Jake" I whisper

"Don't" He replies, cupping my face in his hands "I want this and I know you do too"

The tears I tried so intensely to hide have to begun to stream down my face and Jake lets go of me, taking a step back. All of the things I wish I could say coming rushing to the surface before I can stop them "I do... I do want this but-" A sob claws at my lungs and I gasp for air "Jake"

His eyes flick up to meet mine "Peach?" He sounds so uncertain, it hurts my heart.

"Just kiss me" I finally let go, letting my anxiety shed with my tears. Jake advances on me, wiping my cheeks with his thumbs before pressing his lips to mine ever so delicately. Like last night I feel that same electricity but today is different, the way he cups my face in one hand and grips my hip with the other makes my heart throb. This time when we pull away I don't want to run, I want to stay in the moment forever.

"I knew I was in the love with you the first time I laid eyes on you" He admits and we both smile.

I press my forehead against his, sighing at his heartfelt confession "I don't mean to be like this, I'm just so afraid of losing Sam, or you, or Josh" Thinking of the eldest brother makes my lips quirk up in a teary eyed smile.

"It's okay y/n, you won't lose any of us" He strokes my cheek with his thumb, pulling my head away from his so he can look in my eyes "You never have to worry about losing any of us"

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