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Unserious [Drake & Josh]

Pairing (Technically): Drake & Josh (Platonic)

Ages: 18

Summary: Drake Parker is a very unserious person, whether it’s by choice or coincidence which makes people like Josh or Megan want to strangle him. Here are some occurrences of him being such.

A/N: Originally Posted on A03, I do not own Drake and Josh. Rightful owner to the characters and sitcom is Dan Creepy Schneider and Nickelodeon productions.

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Drake Parker is an unserious person, an unserious person who downplays a lot of things. Whether it’s school and his grades, getting grounded, not remembering a girl of the week name, or importantly her eye color for some reason: seriously what’s so important about remembering such a small thing? Okay, maybe remembering a name isn’t such a small thing… but still! Eye color shouldn’t be that big of a deal in his opinion besides, he did remember Michelle’s eye color! Or was her name Sydney?… no no it was Cassie!

Anyway! Drake's point is!! He did remember her eye color. They were a deep sea blue with small hints of swamp green surrounding the pupil, melting into the blue like oil and water— see he could be poetic— and remember a simple eye color, so he didn’t understand why a cup of soda was dumped onto his head, for!.

“You’re wrong,” Josh says after making a buzzer sound that mocks one from a game show when the contestant says the incorrect answer. He sounded eerily close to one that Drake thought he had a buzzer under the counter that he was wiping down with a rag.

Drake squints at his brother as he picks apart his sticky hair, wincing when he seems to rip apart a knot that somehow formed, streaks of dried orange crush coloring his face.

“How am I wrong?” Drake asked, wiping his face with a damp paper towel Josh kindly gave him with his signature half smirk he gets when something happens to Drake. Only small things, of course, Josh isn’t a sadist. Aside from the doom buggy accident— but he wasn’t happy about the fact that he got hurt he was happy and excited about the endless possibility of Drake getting in trouble with Audrey and Walter. But of course that blew up in his face and had to take care of Drake for two weeks.

“First of all, her name isn’t any of those. Her name was Rochelle and second of all her eyes were green” Josh replies as he stacks the candy in an orderly fashion.

“Yeah, that’s what I said,” Drake says in a Duh tone, finishing up with cleaning his face and looking at the orange stain that seeped into the paper towel.

Josh stops stacking, looking towards his brother with a raised brow.

“What?” Drake questions.

“Do I still have soda streaks on my face?” he continues, touching his face in search of a sticky substance. Josh shakes his head at Drake, in both disappointment and amusement.

Drake never fails to amaze him.

“No, you still got stupid all over your face though,” He says with a shrug.

“Oh okay,” Drake smiles, then frowns.

“Hey!” He squeaks out, voice cracking.

Josh laughs, getting a damp paper towel thrown at him, the material smacking him in the nose and falling to the floor.

“Ew, I don’t want your Drake cooties!” Josh grimaces as he leans down in his station, picking up the discarded piece of tissue between his index and thumb fingers. Throwing it into the small waste bin under the corn dog machine. Josh’s personal touch, beat going around the counter every time.

It was Drake's turn to laugh.

“Cat-like reflexes my butt” He snickers, trying to run his fingers through his hair. Flinching when he feels small bits getting ripped out his skull saying a string of ow’s and owies.

Josh rolls his eyes at Drake.

“Where did you get that kind of eye color from anyway?” Josh asks, genuine curiosity peaking.

“I don’t recall any of your past girlfriends having those”.

Drake shrugs his shoulders, both not knowing or caring.

“Beats me, hey wanna watch a movie with me? It’s terrible movie Tuesday” Drake says with a small grin on his face, eyes sparkly. As if he didn’t just get soda dumped on his head just three minutes ago and had a huge dark stain on his brown shirt, hair sticky with the smell of orange crush soda.

Josh gave his brother a face.

“What?.”

“I’m working,” Josh says, his tone screaming ‘duh isn’t that obvious?’.

For Drake Parker?, Nah.

“When do you go on break?”

“In ten minutes but-”

“And how long is your break?” Drake cuts in.

“An hour, but Drake-”

“Perfect, then you get to start your break early. Ain’t that awesome?” Drake asks with a smile on his face as he hops over the counter grabs Josh by the bicep and drags him to Theater One where DragonBall Evolution is playing.

“Drake if Helen finds out”

“She isn’t gonna, she never finds out that Gavin sleeps on the roof and he still works here. Crazy Steve is crazy and still works here. You work the hardest out of them both without having something mentally wrong with you, so if she fires you it’s her loss man— you put out 110% all the time and that’s way too much for a simple position.” Drake practically rants, while he drags his stepbrother through the double doors ignoring the blonde employee whose name he doesn’t care about remembering. If you work at the Premiere and you’re not Josh he’s not remembering your name.

Josh smiles at his brother, a soft somber secret smile that he only shares with Drake if the teen happens to say something that ruffled his feathers in a good way.

“Wow Drake, that's a pretty nice thing to say…”

“Besides, if she fires you, no more free tickets for me. So I’m hoping she doesn’t find out.” Drake adds, snorting through his nose.

Aaaaand moment ruined.

Josh could feel a familiar throbbing in the side of his head. Eye twitching. He thumps Drake in the back of his head with his free hand, not too hard but hard enough. Drake lets go of Josh's arm when they reach aisle three, rubbing the back of his head.

“Ow!” He groans glaring at his brother.

“What was that for?!”

“For being you,” Josh says bitterly, Drake thumps him on the back of his head in return making Josh cry out, rubbing the back of his head. He huffs.

“Headaches!, you give me headaches!” Josh shouts as he points at his temple, a big frown on his face. Drake keeps the glare.

They stare at each other for a while till they scream in sync and collide with one another, the shadows of their bodies big on the walls of the theater as the commercials on the giant TV play, illuminating a gentle white then blue light. Drake knocks a few hits in Josh’s head till his brother picks him up and practically body slams him on the floor, Drake swears he sees stars. A blossoming warmth of pain took over the back of his head, sinking through his brain and shooting out to the front of his forehead. He’s pretty sure his head connected with the arm of one of the theater chairs before he hit the ground while he and Josh are having a slap fight on the floor.

If Josh wanted, he could’ve been a wrestler. Screw the fancy science shit and math and some other smart stuff Drake has no idea about and doesn’t care for.

After some time Josh tries to help Drake get his head out from the chair he manages to get his big head stuck in between, trying to unclip the backboard of the chair. Drake lets out a strangled sound.

“Got it yet?” The teen wheezes out.

As he says it, Josh loses his grip and its normal weight squishes Drake's neck making the boy sputter out air.

“Ack!— Josh!”

“Shit— Sorry— why did you try squeezing through there?!” Josh hisses out, loud explosion sounds echoing through the empty theater while two teens looked like absolute buffoons. Josh hooks his finger around a piece of metal on both sides of the seat, pressing his thumbs against the metal button that’s used to change the height of the seat.

“I’m skinny!” Drake throws out there as if it changes anything and it doesn’t make his grand idea any stupider.

“Yeah, Skinny, not small. You’re not five Drake” Josh bites back. His legs are on both sides of Drake's body as he pulls on the backrest, digging his finger into the metal ball ignoring the burning pain that printed into his skin— turning red.

“You scared me okay! you hit my rib”

“Because you kicked me in my nuts!”

“Well excuse me for saving the world from tiny Joshies” the Guitarist wheezes, his face turning red while trying to pull his head out. Seriously though, what was he thinking?

“Think I’d be returning the world a favor if I leave you stuck here?” Josh asks in a calm voice, threatening, evidence somewhere within’ his voice but his continued action on getting the backrest off his brother's neck meant something else.

Drake keeps his mouth shut.

After successfully getting Drake unstuck after about fifteen odd minutes (with the help of Crazy Steve— if Drake claims that he didn’t pee a little on himself out of fear, he didn’t) the boys managed to finish the rest of the movie after an hour, after that hour Josh went back to work and after two more hours Drake waited for Josh to finish up work so he could drive him home.

Silence filled the car, while they cruised down the road passing streetlights and freeways. After a bit, Drake starts to snicker to himself as he pulls up to a red light drumming his fingers against the wheel. Josh cranes his neck to look over at his stepbrother. His brows drew together with a small smile creeping onto his face, the corners of his eyes crinkling a bit.

“What’s so funny?” He asks his voice light and joyful.

“Oh, nothing it’s just that, my head being stuck in between the seats reminded me of something,” Drake says, talking under his breath like he’s embarrassed, which is news to Josh— Drake doesn’t get flustered much, he makes it his mission to make others flushed.

“What did it remind you of?” His brother questions, seeing the way his head tilts a bit in his preveal vision. The street light casts a soft glow on his face.

“Don’t hit me.”

“I’m not gonna.”

“You don’t know that”

Josh snorts through his nose.

“Just tell me.”

“Well… it kinda reminded me of this porno where this smoking hot mom gets stuck in the dryer and her stepson or was it son in law?… anyway he supposably tries to help her get unstuck but of course, it’s a porno so the plot doesn’t make sense, and she could obviously get out by herself and him fucking her doesn’t make sense with how it’s supposed to help her predicament but— anyway I’m getting sidetracked— my point is—.”

“You have a point?.”

“Shut up— anyway— my point is that me getting stuck like that just gave me that image, the only difference is that you actually helped, not saying that you wouldn’t have but— I mean— I’m gonna stop talking” Drake finished with a huff feeling as if he’s digging a grave for himself the more he talks, eyes still on the road, feeling the burning gaze of his brother on the side of his face.

Silence fills the car again, Drake could feel his cheek start to color. When is this light gonna turn green for crying out loud?

“Drake… you are the most unserious person I know…” Josh says, voice soft and quiet. Soft out of disappointment or amusement? Drake doesn’t know. He can’t really tell sometimes.

Drake side-eyes Josh. Josh is looking dead at him.

When the light finally turns green, Drake doesn’t hesitate to start driving again. After some time when the boys reached the curb of their house, Drake noticed that Josh's eyes were deep sea blue with specks of swamp green around his pupils.

He doesn’t bother to think about why he confused Rochelle’s eyes for Josh’s.

Drake Parker is an unserious person, so when Josh tells Drake that he’s gonna start working out again. Drake couldn’t help but laugh from the top of his loft, looking down at his brother who was wearing his old gym clothes with dumbbells by his black sneakers. Josh's jaw slack eyes squinted searching for the secret joke Drake seems to only be aware of.

“What’s so funny?” Josh questions, his eyes squinting more to the point Drake couldn’t make out the color anymore.

“You wanna work out,” Drake says, still laughing a bit, his cheeks heating up from how hard he was smiling. His hand gripping the neck of his guitar, one leg kicked over the other like a weird-looking P.

“Yeah… Why is that so funny?”

“I just don’t see why you would want to, you fucked up your foot last time. It looked like an angry grape that disliked being attached to you” Drake laughs, imagining Josh's messed up foot from two years ago.

“The only reason why my foot got messed up was because you shot me with your potato launcher!” Josh explains, flailing his arms in a wide motion trying to make Drake see the bigger picture.

“Which you gave to Megan, thanks a lot by the way” Drake replies sarcastically.

“I didn’t trust you with it” Josh huffs as he begins to bend over to grab the dumbbells readying himself as the instructor on the TV speaks.

“And yet you trust our evil prankster little sister with it instead, Ah yes ‘cause that makes perfect sense Josh” Drake scoffs not understanding Josh's logic sometimes, he was supposed to be the smart one out of them.

“Why are you working out anyway? you look perfectly fine to me” Drake shares, facing his attention back down on his guitar as he messes with some of the strings, trying to find a new tune. Singing a few words in his head as he strums along like there’s no issue.

“Because I’m getting big again” Josh lifts the barbell on the count of three holding the object above his chest and holding his breath.

Drake snorts “Yeah, sure, and I’m malnourished— Breathe Josh”.

Josh gasps, taking a deep breath. Soon dropping the barbell, without crushing his foot this time taking lines of air through his nose and out his mouth.

“You know what malnourished means— actually scratch that, you know the word malnourished?” Josh asked, sounding genuinely shocked. Which makes Drake roll his eyes in subtle annoyance and irritation.

He knows those words probably mean the same thing but he doesn’t care much about that little fact.

Yes, he does.

He knows his grades are shit but Jesus Christ a little faith would be nice.

“Ha ha you’re so funny,” he says giving Josh a sarcastic smile as he looks up from his guitar, flashing all his white teeth. It was Josh’s turn to roll his eyes.

“Anyway as I was saying, you look fine to me, sure you’re getting chubby around the face but so what? You look fine man so if someone is giving you a hard…” Drake slowly stops talking when it hits him, he starts to squint at Josh who seems to think the floor under them is interesting now.

“Josh”

“Hm?”

“Is someone… making fun of you dude?” Drake asks as he stares at his friend, tilting his head.

Josh looks up to meet Drake's eyes, opening and closing his mouth trying to get words to come out only air leaving his lips as he sputters.

“Who?” Drake asks.

“No one I just wanted to—.”

“You’re not big Josh, you just got a bit wider that’s all,” Drake says his brows drawing close to each other, he lays the guitar on his bed, leaning forward making the box spring squeak from the shifting weight. “So I’ll ask again, who’s making fun of you?” Drake says with more authority.

“No one.”

“Ah yes ‘cause I’m supposed to believe that after three years of building confidence and wanting to lose weight on your own accord and reaching that said goal someone didn’t manage to Wiggle their way into that large head of yours after you gained the slightest bit of weight from eating— which by the I don’t see at all, so I don’t know what they're seeing” Drake speaks. It didn’t make sense to him, Josh looked fine, he was just getting fat in his cheeks, and that was mostly because Josh started to eat unhealthy for the last week.

After Mindy broke up with him, again.

And Drake asked Megan to ship her to Australia, again. Josh didn’t need to know that of course.

“Drake” Josh sighs, eyes closed while he rubs his temple.

“Come on man— don’t look at me like that— Josh— hey! don’t walk away from me!” Drake calls after as he hops down from his loft chasing his brother out of their room.

It took three weeks, including some help from his devious little sister. But Drake found who was making his brother feel shit about himself, like yes okay. When Drake first became brothers with Josh he thought he was a geek— a nerd sure and he would make fun of him for it but he never once made fun of Josh for his weight, he understood how self-conscious he was about it even when he would seem confident with it. How he would walk the halls with that big goofy smile that Drake came far to adore, smiling himself when he would see it. It was an innocent sweet smile, it was better than Drake’s and his mischievous smile along with his charming one, he won’t tell that to Josh out loud of course— he still has a reputation to uphold.

What was saying?

Oh, right!

Drake never made fun of Josh for his weight, and he found out who was the jack-off who had been making fun of Josh’s newly gained weight— which again, wasn’t bad! He’s only a little wider! And has chubby cheeks again! he’s a fucking semi teddy bear!.

Clark Housewhite was the asshole's name, he was a senior with no brain— which leads to his first question, who the hell has a last name like Housewhite? What was his ancestor’s thinking? Drake stood by his locker looking for the tall brunette, Drake had Chemistry right now but couldn’t bring himself to care for which he knew he’s gonna get an earful from Josh and their teacher for later. Clark usually went to the bathroom around this time and that was the perfect time to strike.

Drake was in the middle of clipping his nails when he heard the sound of heavy boots hitting the floor, making Drake's head shoot up, flicking his head to the side to move his bangs out of his face. He’s taller than Drake gave him credit for but hey, fuck it.

Drake clears his throat when Clark nearly passes him. Clark stops in his tracks and slowly turns towards Drake, Drake’s still leaning against his locker as he watches the jock's eyes meet his. The guitarist gave the larger gentleman a smooth smile.

“Clark, can I talk to you for a second?” Drake requests, holding onto the strap of his backpack as he pushes himself off from the lockers not breaking eye contact.

“Um… sure? Whatcha need dude?”.

When Josh got home he instantly rushed upstairs to tell Drake something, shouting a quick hi to his parents over his shoulder as he stormed up the stairs greeting Megan who was in the middle of exiting her room, screaming when Josh nearly ran her over, calling him a boob. Josh wasn't phased, he was more attentive in telling Drake the news not being able to do so sooner since Drake disappeared from school around chemistry. Josh throws open their room door with a giant grin on his face.

“Drake you won't believe what happened, some moron thought it was clever to start a fight with Clark Whitehouse— which by the way is a weird last name but hey, anyway, he had the meanest black eye ever. No one has ever once landed a hit on him, whoever did has a mean fist—.” Josh said excitedly while he was setting his book bag down on his bed taking out his textbooks and assignments that were due in a week, stopping mid-sentence when he looked up toward his brother's bed dropping a textbook on his mattress when he took in Drake's current appearance. Drake's back was pressed against the wall of his bed, arm in a sling and cast, face battered and bruised a split lip— his left eye swollen shut, the right almost unscratched but also closed. Did he fall asleep like that?

Josh slowly walks over to Drake’s bed climbing the ladder. He was careful to not make too much noise if his brother was sleeping.

“Drake,” he says softly, Drake doesn't react. Josh places a hand on Drake's ankle, softly shaking him.

“Drake?” he says, keeping his voice gentle. Drake groans in response, slowly opening his eyes— well eye… his good eye.

“Wha?…” he asked, his voice groggy and filled with exhaustion.

“You were the wise guy who got into a fight with Clark?…”

“…No”

Josh smiles, that knowing smile that has Drake avoiding eye contact. Which makes him grimace in pain.

“Thank you, Drake” he smiles warmly.

“I have no idea what you're talking about,” the teen said in a monotone voice, not looking at Josh still, ignoring that kind smile he knows he doesn't deserve half of the time. His heart drummed in his ears.

Josh shakes his head climbing up the rest of the ladder to help Drake lay back on the bed. It was the least he could do for the guy after getting his butt kicked by a guy who was twice his size. Drake grumbled a thank you, hissing when he twisted incorrectly.

Josh doesn't question how Drake knew it was Clark, but later when he brings up a can of doctor fizz for Drake and sees Megan sitting on the bed near her brother brushing his bangs from his face in a gentle manner, it helps with his hypothesis on how Drake found out. A smile creeps on his face when he hears Megan say something about shipping Clark to Ohio by tomorrow morning, watching Drake give the young girl a lazy smile, shoulders shaking in weak laughter while he says something to Megan that he can't quite hear but judging by Megan's pout. Drake said no. Megan lifts Drake's hand slowly and carefully— his good hand and presses a soft kiss on his red knuckles, blowing air on them.

If Josh's memory serves him correctly, he remembers Drake telling him a story about how when Megan and himself were kids– when Megan still loved him he claimed— when Megan would get hurt and cry and run to her big brother for comfort, Drake would kiss her booboos then blow on them, and gift her with a huge smile and ask ‘Pain Gone Meg Meg?’ and she would nod and hug him tight. Seeing the way Drake's eyes get glossy, he could tell the motion brought back those memories.

Josh silently backs away from the room leaving the Parker siblings alone, it was always nice to see the two get along. Maybe not when they're messing with Josh.

Drake is an unserious person, just not with Josh’s weight apparently.

Drake is an unserious person so when Megan ends up telling Drake about some dude named Jacob Reff who broke up with her— seriously what's with dudes and having weird names?

He busted out laughing, one hand on his stomach and the other on his knee. Wheezing, tears in his eyes as his laughter continues— lungs burning from his joy. Almost cackling. Megan stares at Drake, still sitting on the couch of their living room, her puffy red eyes squinted at him, watching the way her brother seems to lose it over her pain. She guesses it's deserved.

Drake coughs and hacks a couple of times, Megan raises a brow while he does. Drake wipes a tear from his eye, seeming to get himself under control. Clearing his throat as he pats his chest.

“I’m sorry, I'm sorry,” he says trying to keep a straight face but snickers nonetheless, shoulders shaking as he breathes heavily from his nose.

“You done?” Megan asked, her tone annoyed.

“Nope,” Drake answers truthfully as he resumes laughing all over again. Megan huffs as she wipes her tear-stained face.

“Did he finally find out that you're a she-demon in disguise of a thirteen-year-old?” Drake questions, taking deep breaths. Shit his side hurt from laughing so hard. Megan glares at him, a strangled sound making itself known in the back of her throat as she stands from the couch, walks up to her brother, and kicks him in the knee hard replacing Drake's laughter with a grunt.

“You are such a boob” she bites out, masking her hurt with anger as she brushes past Drake and towards the stairs to hide away in her room.

“Hey, it's not my fault you decided to date some idiot with a stupid name. He didn't deserve you anyway!” Drake calls after her, but his words fall on deaf ears, Megan is too mad to hear her brother's stupid words. He's a jerk. He never takes anything seriously.

The next day at school Megan walks towards her locker to get her books for homeroom after she collects her items she readies herself to start heading to homeroom stopping dead in her tracks when she hears rattling from around the intersection of lockers, on normal days Megan would mind her business but for some reason this time she wanted to see what the commotion was. Megan walks towards the corner peeking her head around the corner, eyes landing on Jacob who was struggling with getting his locker open. Megan wanted to duck back behind the corner of the lockers and carry on with her day, seeing Jacob filled her with unwanted pain and resentment, an old saying from Drake floating in her head.

"We're Parkers, we don't get our hearts broken. We break them instead” That was after a girl Drake liked— someone he actually saw a future with broke his heart. Amelia Tomson. Megan hated her. And still hates her, she feels she's the thing that set a change in her big brother's personality, not just their father who walked out on them.

Megan didn't like this feeling, this angry twisting feeling in her chest, continuing to watch Jacob struggle with his locker, the preteen sighed about to walk away but gasped at what happened next. It all happened within a second but for Megan? That shit was in slow motion.

When Jacob finally managed to get his locker open, his jet-black hair was suddenly covered in deep red liquid spreading out from the impact, painting the area around him, from the inside of his locker to the floor to a bit of the ceiling. Other students stopped and gawked at Jacob. Megan's jaw was unhinged, deep brown eyes wide as she stared. She looked past his profile looking at the note that was taped on the inside of his locker door, seeing a small handmade gadget that even a five-year-old could make. Megan read the note.

“I heard that you like red”.

Megan looks at the floor noticing a sharp pencil discarded on it, catching a red glimmer on the tip, a purple rubber band loosely wrapped around the metal part of the eraser— wait— her brain stops for a second, a rubber band, a makeshift gadget that looks like a slingshot, a sharp pencil preferably sharpened to a shorter length, odd liquid… all that was missing was… Megan looks up towards the ceiling above Jacob's locker. And yep there it is!, a ripped blue balloon that was securely taped by three layers of tape on the mouthpiece. There was only one person she knew who would pull such a thing, who taught her that prank when she was only four and it had her laughing for days that she advanced into her own with a paintball machine.

Drake.

Wait… if Drake did this doesn't that mean that he…

Jacob screams in disgust. “Raw fish!!” the boy yells as he runs down the hall taking chunks of meat out of his hair and racing to the bathroom. His face was stained with droplets of liquid, the smell of raw seafood following the boy. Megan scrunched her nose laughing to herself, if Megan was guessing the right fish that her brother picked, Jacob wasn't gonna get that smell out of his hair or off him anytime soon.

Since the show was sadly over, Megan starts to head to homeroom, slowly stopping when she remembers what Drake said last night, what she blocked out when she was aggravated at him for being an ass.

‘He didn't deserve you anyway!’ Drake's voice echoes in her head, bringing a small smile to her face.

When Megan returns home and walks down the hallway towards her room, she stops and turns on her heels heading towards Drake and Josh’s room, she enters the room unannounced, Josh is doing his homework on his bed and Drake is sitting on the couch messing with his guitar like he usually does on Friday afternoons. He seemed to be playing something somber at the moment, it's a blurry memory but she believes their dad used to play that tune. Megan silently walks up from behind towards her brother, wrapping her arms loosely around his shoulders, pressing her cheek against the top of Drake's head, tightening her arms just a bit around him, and pressing a kiss on top of his head after. His hair tickling her nose, smelled a bit like lavender, he must borrow Josh's bath soap.

Drake presses a hand on Megan's arm, softly rubbing it as if this isn't something new for them.

“You alright Megan?” he questions cautiously, like something was gonna happen like Megan was planning something and it was gonna happen after his baby sister either let him go or didn't. The thought made Megan laugh a bit, smiling.

“Yeah, I just love you,” she says in a soft voice, one Drake and Josh aren't used to. It makes Drake uneasy but that doesn't stop Drake from… comforting his sister?.

Megan gives him one last squeeze before she releases him, messing with his hair, and walks out of the room without another word.

Megan wasn't too far, she could still hear her boobish brothers talking.

“Is she sick?” was the first thing Josh asked

“I don't know… is a piece of my hair missing?” Drake followed up which made Megan snicker, of course, Drake would worry about his hair.

“I feel like I just got the touch of death… if I die bury me with my guitar,” Drake says, sounding a little freaked out.

Megan rolled her eyes fondly at her idiot brother, but in her own way, she loved and adored him. Josh as well but you get what she means.

Her amazing, unserious brother. Who can get pretty serious when he wants to.

Drake Parker is an unserious person. And it bites him in the ass. But truthfully, he feels like this time it's not even his fault.

Drake rubs his eyes tiredly from beneath his glasses—don't laugh at him— his head hurts and so does his body, his brain feels like it was on a stove in a pot filled with boiling water. It felt too stuffy for him. Drake Parker, musician and singer a teen who could write nearly a hundred songs within a day couldn't write a simple fucking essay on what gives his life meaning and what brings him peace and warmth when he feels like he's gonna sink into the depth of darkness that creeps in the back of his mind like a toxic ex that would visit him in the debts of night, that would attack him on the day a certain deadbeat left his and Megans life forever, shit the giraffe on his back burned from thinking about him.

A lot of people would say and claim that Drake was a free spirit, he gets through life with his charm and good looks alone. But he knows the hidden message behind those words. He's nothing special and no one special, so what if he can sing and play the guitar, even the drums? That's not gonna help him in the near future…

What if his dream doesn't work out… it's not like he had a backup plan, he wasn't like Josh or that creature that wears a skirt, Mindy.

School wasn't made for Drake, so what would make him believe that he could survive college?

Ugh, when did he get so depressed? Jesus.

What was he doing? The blurriness begins to clear up after he blinks a couple of times meeting with the blank page of his paper, oh, right, his essay…

Something that makes him happy… Something that gives him meaning and that warm feeling. He could always write about music but that feels like an obvious statement that would land him a big fat F anyway with Ms. Hayfer and her booger-infested nose. Truthfully it doesn't matter what he writes, he’ll get an F either way since the old bat just fucking hates him that much, even when he does get the answers right. It's amazing that for the past four years, none of the teachers ever noticed that he was practically failing at a class not because he was simply bad at it but because a sad pathetic woman who needs to get the attitude screwed out of her or something hates his guts for no real reason.

The next thing he knew his notebook was flying across the room from his bed toward the door, which for some reason Josh decided to walk in at the worst moment ever, the black school notebook hit Josh right in the bridge of his nose making Josh face switch from that happy go

lucky look to a look of pain, groaning as he held his face, Drake flinched when it hit Josh, grimacing at the sound of impact.

“Ow, dude what was that for?” Josh questions, pain in his tone and irritation ringing somewhere in there. His eyes are hard as they stare at Drake then ease up when he watches the expression on his face. Drake's eyes were red and puffy, bitterness swimming in those dark brown eyes, cheeks red, the vein in the center of his head bulging out.

Josh leans forward picking up the abandoned book, striding across the room towards Drake’s bed.

“Sorry, why was your face where my book was going?” was the first thing Drake said when Josh reached the ladder, rubbing his eyes beneath his glasses again, and letting out an uneasy breath. His head was throbbing.

Josh ignores the comment, more concerned about why his brother looks like he is on the verge of crying, Drake wasn't one to cry. Hiding his more troubling emotions with charm and charisma, bad puns, and childish games.

“Wanna talk about it?” Josh questions, handing Drake back his notebook, the musician gratefully taking it from his hold mumbling a thank you as he tosses the book somewhere on his bed. Running his fingers through his hair pushing his bangs back.

“No, it doesn't matter man”

“You assaulted me with a notebook and my nose hurts”

“How was I supposed to know you were gonna open the door as soon as I threw the book?”

And they were bickering. It only lasted three minutes due to Josh climbing up the ladder and pressing his hand over Drake's mouth to shut him up.

Drake's eyebrows go up to his hairline, squinting at Josh after.

Josh removes his hand slowly, not breaking eye contact, eyes laser-focused.

“Gonna ask again, what's up?”

“This stupid essay man, it's half of my grade and I have no idea what the hell to write. It's not like it matters regardless since Ms. Hayfer makes it her life goal to make mine a living hell— failing me every chance she gets. Might as well not write anything at all” he says, his face going through the motion of every emotion he's feeling at that exact moment— Josh watches with an unchanging expression.

“Drake…”

“No! It doesn't matter, Josh. No matter what I write I'm gonna get an F and fail and go to summer school then fail summer school and repeat the twelfth grade as you are at some big shot college like Stanford or Yale or Harvard or whatever smart college for brainy yacks like yourself and that creature along with Craig and Eric and not be my manager anymore ‘cause you'd be busy doing something better for yourself and forget all about me as I'm some loser who couldn't graduate on time because I didn't take school seriously and some sad teacher has it out for me!” he blurts out as he shoots up from his bed-hopping off the side of the large platform, landing gracefully on the floor with a thud. Heading towards the door slamming it behind him when he exits.

What… What just happened?

Josh was left stunned.

Drake Parker is an unserious person, so when he receives his diploma from Ms. Hayfer herself he has the biggest shit-eating grin on his face, his burgundy cap snug on his head, the tassel tickling his ear. Hand on the other side of the diploma, that his teacher seems to be having a hard time giving him, a small game of tug a war happening between them, Drake manages to rip it out of her hold with one last firm tug, his smile never changing. Ms. Hayfer gave him a bitter forced smile, making Drake wanna double over in laughter, enjoying the struggle the witch was going through watching him graduate on time— which is mostly thanks to Josh who made sure he didn't give up after his little break down a month ago.

“Say it,” he says, a smile still present on his face.

Ms. Hayfer lets out an annoyed sigh, her face souring.

“Congratulations” she mumbles

Drake cups the back of his ear leaning to her a bit mocking an innocent look.

“I'm sorry I didn't quite catch that, mind repeating that?” Drake asks, puckering his lips the way Josh does when he knows he's being a little shit. He could hear his peers behind him snicker at his silly comment.

“Congratulations for graduating Drake Parker,” she says, sounding like she was choking on the words as she said them.

Drake's arms shoot up in the arm as he does his battle cry reaching pitches no other normal human could reach. Cheering.

“WOOHOO! I MADE IT BABY!!” He cheers happily making everyone laugh, bowing to the audience, the laughter growing.

Right as Drake is about to step off the stage, he hears it before he sees it. A high-pitched whistle then a wet splat, his jaw drops when an orange paintball hits Ms. Hayfer right in the side of her face, making her cry out, small drops landing on her black blazer that had gold stripes. Drake couldn't hold it in, he let out a high-pitched laugh pointing at the woman with his diploma, the auditorium filled with laughter from students and families. He runs off the stage before she can even grab him, laughing the whole way down the steps, circling the stage cheering, family, educators, and students joining in his cheer as he races to his assigned seat, high-fiving Trevor who sits next to him. Drake notices Josh a few rows down smirking, following Josh's view he notices Megan who wears the same smirk down in the audience, holding something small and silver in her manicured hands.

Oh, oh he loves them.

After the ceremony, students are standing with their families outside of the school hugging one another and cheering. Drake was just finishing up hugging Audrey and Walter— squeezing his little sister for the first time since forever— she let him— pressing a firm kiss on the crown of her head, earning himself a soft punch to his rib, making him laugh.

He hears him before he sees him.

“Hug me brotha!!” Josh says in that weird goofy voice he does like he's making an announcement. Drake curled his head so fast that he could feel the muscle in his neck sprain. Eyes wide and bright racing to Josh in max speed practically jumping in his arms and hugging the other tight, as Josh held him up in the air hugging him just as tight, like when they were fourteen and first became brothers and instead of screaming out of fear, Drake screams out of excitement and pure joy. Josh proudly held Drake up in the air, Drake for once not caring if anyone saw them, this moment was one that he will forever remember. And he had no issue with that.

“We made it dude!”

The sound of a camera going off happens, but neither one could care less. Just happy. Giant smiles on their faces.

March 8th, 2015, Drake Parker is twenty-four and is still a very unserious person. Not by choice, he came to realize that on his own. Maybe a little .

Drake was currently sitting in a leather seat, elbow resting on the arm of the chair, mouth kissing his knuckles, attention fully on the stage before him. He could feel his heart jackhammering against his chest plate, threatening to break through and let itself known to the world like some scene out of a horror flick. Now he wants to watch a horror movie when he goes home. Nice.

Drake counts back from ten all the way to one, practicing his breathing exercise that his therapist taught him after his car accident back in 2008. Drake takes a couple of deep breaths, flinching— nearly jumping out his skin when he feels a gentle hand rub his arm in a soothing manner.

Drake opens his eyes again looking towards his left where his little sister was sitting, Megan was looking at him with a gentle expression. Smiling at him in a way that reminds him of their mother— which he’s thankful for— kind tender eyes on her newly mature features, it feels like it was only yesterday that she was nine and tormenting him and Josh. Drake looked past Megan to see their parents talking in hushed tones but they seemed happy enough, unaware of how nervous their son seemed to be. Drake closes his eyes for a moment again, exhaling and opening his eyes again. He nods towards his sister, she returns the gesture removing her hand folding them together on her lap, her posture remaining straight. Smoothing out her white dress after a bit, checking herself out in her compact mirror checking if she had any loose strands of hair in her high ponytail. Putting it away when she doesn’t find any. It almost makes Drake laugh.

And she says he’s obsessed with his hair, little brat.

Drake shakes his head, paying attention to the stage again. Listening for who won a Grammy from each category of music.

That’s right you heard him. Drake Parker is sitting in a chair at the Grammys in Hollywood. When Josh got the call and told Drake, Drake couldn’t believe it. He still can’t.

He never thought he would officially meet the queen herself, Beyoncé!. And don’t get him started on the Princess of Pop Britney Spears. When she first spoke to him on the red carpet Drake felt as if he was on cloud nine, and when she hugged him, it was all over— Drake thought he was gonna pass out, if Josh was with him he knew his stepbrother would’ve laughed at him. Especially if he got to witness how red he turned when Beyoncé told him he was so handsome.

If anyone was to ask Drake if he was a Yoncè and Britney fan instead of just rock and roll— the blues, a bit of jazz and classical music, the last one thanks to Josh. He will deny it till the day he dies and just say he respects them and their craft.

Drake clicks back into focus when he sees Bruno Mars walk up to the podium after Selena Gomez performance, clapping along with the crowd, even though he has not a single clue what she sang.

“Thank you Selena for that wonderful performance” Bruno Mars says, with his charming smile clapping with the audience, his tan skin somewhat red from the beating lights.

“And now with great honor I would like to announce the Grammy winner for best selling song for rock, number one best seller, top of the charts on build boards!” Everyone holds their breaths, Drake tenses up in his seat watching as Bruno opens up the golden envelope, his smile never changing.

“And the Grammy goes to… rising star Drake Parker I Found A Way!!” Bruno announces with a cheer, Drake jaw drops as everyone else around him cheers, clapping the starting intro of the song starts playing. Drake looked around, his mind not keeping up, Megan was shaking his arm in excitement telling him to go. Drake stands cleaning his throat as he fixes his black suit and navy blue tie adjusting his circular glasses that framed his face perfectly— Megan’s personal touch. The navy tie, Josh’s idea. The shiny dress shoes his mother helped with.

Drake hugs Megan who pats his back, pressing a soft kiss against his mothers cheek and shakes Walters hand with a big grin on his face pulling away as he walks out his row and down the aisle towards the stage fixing his side bangs as he walks up the steps of the stage walking towards Bruno, accepting the Grammy in one hand shaking Bruno’s hand in the other side hugging him stepping up to the mic. Looking at the hundreds rows of celebrities, staring up at him and smiling at him in encouragement.

“I… heh” Drake clears his throat, a watery smile climbing his face.

“Shit I honestly don’t know what to say it’s just that— I didn’t think I would win y’know? I didn’t think I would make it, thought I would have to wax surfboards and probably work at a run down diner that no one really knows about but has the best pie” Drake says, laughing a bit, causing the rest to laugh with him.

“I.. listen I downplay a lot of things and I take a lot of things unseriously but this? This moment right here? Is the most serious thing that has ever happened to me, besides becoming a big brother, becoming a brother to someone else and having to share my room for five years with that person. Actually making it through high school and graduating on time”

Drake wipes his eyes from under his glasses.

“Stupid tears”. That earns another chorus of laughs.

“Sorry sorry, anyway this Grammy doesn’t just count as my achievement and success. This Grammy counts as an achievement for the best manager and step brother in the whole entire world. Josh Nichols who sadly can’t share this moment with me tonight since he had a highly important test today— get that degree bro. I wouldn’t have made it up till now without you brother thank you! I love you!” Drake holds the Grammy up with a giant smile, tears running down his cheeks freely, voice cracking.

“To all the people that didn’t in believe me, fuck you I made it you hating ass bitches, special shout out to my English teacher Ms. Hayfer and the creature that wears a skirt and claims she’s a girl Mindy Crenshaw. Much love to my biggest haters couldn’t have done this without ya either” He chuckles, everyone claps and cheers.

“And Josh if you happen to be watching, I would say I’m sorry but come on… we both know I’d be lying. Thank you Hollywood and my family goodnight!” He finishes off, walking off the stage as his song plays again as he holds up his Grammy while the people laughed and cheered making his way back to his seat.

Was Drake Parker still an unserious person?, yes. Was he still petty after a couple of years?. Yes.

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Detective Grace Williams

Summary: Grace is her fathers daughter, she see's what the outside can not. She see's what her mother doesn't, she see's what uncle Steve doesn't either. But she see's what Danno see's and that is the only thing that matters. Just like her father, Grace can see bullshit. And this bullshit comes in the form of a woman that Grace doesn't really like 'cause her uncle acts different and Danno gets sad. And Grace doesn't like when her dad gets sad. Because that's when she really becomes her fathers daughter. A short ball of french Italian anger. And Danno is too sick to be feeling Sad.

Full Story Here

Hopefully you all enjoy.

Truthfully the story did not come out how I wanted it to. And I’m mad 🤣.

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Tornado Grace Williams

Summary: Grace Catches Wind that a certain woman is staying over at Steve’s house and isn’t happy about it. No one’s in Danno corner but Danno. But so is Grace. And Grace isn’t gonna allow her dad to get hurt cause her other dad wants to play stupid.

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Steve was in the middle of eating breakfast when Grace walked into his kitchen sitting across from him at the table throwing down her school bag on top, her arms crossed and without having to look under he knows she has one leg over the other .

She pins Steve with the ‘Danny look’ her nose scrunched and flared, a raging storm in her brown eyes, her tan cheeks a soft red. Steve has a sneaky feeling that he’s in trouble with the little one he watched grow up. The longer the silence stretched the more Grace looked as if she was losing patience, and the more she looked like her father when he’s gonna blow a fuse.

Steve opens his mouth but Grace cuts her off, just like her dad.

“What’s the matter with you?” Is the first thing that comes out her mouth.

What?. Steve puts his spoon down into his bowl of cereal looking at her with confusion.

“Have you learned nothing?, are you seriously that stupid!?” Now she was raising her voice

“Grace—“

“Cause if you hurt my Danno By taking her back I swear to you Steven McGarrett I’m telling my aunty— I may not be a rat— but I am if my dads feelings are involved!”

“Grace wait—“

“I know you’re letting her stay here—“

“Sweetheart—“

“And Danno said it was fine because you two are friends still but I don’t care, she could’ve stayed at a hotel, Hawaii has a lot !!”

“Grace Breathe—“

“Don’t leave my dad for her!” She snaps her hands slamming on the table as she shoots up from her chair knocking it back glaring at Steve, leaving Steve shocked. Grace had tears in her eyes, a light tremble happening through her body.

Steve stays quiet.

“Don’t leave him like mom did… don’t throw him away like grandma did when she found out he was bi, don’t do that! My dad is worth more than some hussy who just uses you and abandons you when she finishes with you! When she takes everything again! My dad is worth the love and time! So please, please don’t let her steal you from him. Please…”

And now she was crying, body trembling as she kept her stare firm.

“Gracie” Steve starts off soft, as if She was eleven again. And not eighteen

“Don’t hurt him, ‘cause if you do I will never forgive you. Danno puts his all when it comes to love. And he loves you Dad, he loves you so much that he’s allowing you to let Catherine stay here even though it bothers him.”

Steve opens and closes his mouth. Then opens again.

“Sweetheart, no one. And I promise you this. No one can replace your dad.”

“Yeah?, prove it by making her leave. This is yours and Dads house, not just yours anymore. So the decisions you make, you also have to make with him. Not just a one man choice”

“Grace”

“No one is ever in Danno’s corner but Danno. He forgets that I’m in his corner too and I’m not going anywhere, so I’m telling you to pull your head out your ass and clean the crap out your eyes and see what you’re doing, what she’s doing”

Grace snatches up her bag, picking up the chair and pushing in her chair leaving.

Steve flinches when he hears the door slam. Grace looked like her mother.

But had Daniels Spirit through and through. Stick up for the little man spirit.

And at this moment Danny was the little man and Grace was his biggest defender.

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Selfish [Garmau]

Warnings: Character Death. Mourning. Selfish needs, Mentioned Injury.

A/N: Rusty this did not go how I wanted it to.

Fandom: MCD

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His lips press against her jawline in a delicate way, his gloved hand resting on her thigh as he leans against her taking in her earthy scent. Her leg loosely wrapped around his waist, her fingers in his blonde locks gripping and pulling. His other hand resting on her lower back

Garroth's lips travel down Aphmau's neck towards her chest, his hand on her thigh moving up her dress. Gripping the skin that was there. Garroth moves his face away, panting, his blue eyes hooded trying to calm his thundering heart that threatened to burst out his armor.

“Lady Aphmau…” he says more than a whisper, a plea.

A plea to tell him to stop. To tell him she didn’t mean this, that she didn’t want this. He knew she didn’t.

Garroth was battered and bruised, from the war that had ended only an hour ago. Garroth had fallen unconscious at the scene of battle vaguely remembering his lady calling his name— yelling for him to get up. Begging him.

His lungs burned and ears were ringing, the only thing that kept him awake right now was his lord's hands that didn’t seem to wanna let go of his hair, right now they were in Garroths tent, where the knight himself woke up. Aphmau had been by his side when he woke up, she herself holding his hand as she slept, Garroth had felt guilty from thinking of how beautiful she looked as she slept, obviously dried up tears on her face. Garroth had gripped her hand gently and well…

Here they are now.

Aphmau shook her head at him pulling his face towards hers, her flower crown crooked on top of her head. Garroth stiffened his neck so he didn't move anymore, stopping their lips from meeting. Aphmau pulls harder, a pitiful sound Garroth wishes he didn’t witness coming from her. Those deep caramel eyes pleading, glossy.

“Please…”

An arrow to his heart.

Garroth turns his head away when his lady moves up towards him, her lips meeting his beard that was scratchy.

“My lady, we can’t…” it’s not him she wants, it’s not him. He scared her, that's all… she’s still mourning him, she's not in her right mind. She thought she lost him…

Aphmau gently grabs Garroth face with one hand making her head guard look at her, Garroth had to bite back a pitiful sound his body tried to force him to make by the scene he saw before him…

Stray tears were running down her face, a deep red on her cheeks.

“Garroth… please… I need this…”

Garroth's eyes softened, his mental armor shattering. He hates himself.

Their lips met, her kisses were desperate— needy. Her grip around him is tightening, trying to keep him close. She was scared, she wanted validation. Confirmation that he wasn’t lying dead on the battlefield. Not gone.

Garroth pulls away, pressing his forehead against hers before she can say something.

“Slow… I’m right here… okay?, slow”

Aphmau swallows. Nodding her head.

Garroth leads the kiss this time, it was soft. Slow and calm.

Laying Aphmau completely on her back, carefully not crushing her with his body.

Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into an hour.

Garroth for the whole time couldn’t help but think of how much he hated himself, how much guilt he felt.

How selfish he was…

But Aphmau was just as selfish.

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Nerves [Spider-Dads- In the Background] - Bestie MJ.

Supportive Bestie, Ex Wife MJ

Cause I say so— I hate when Folks make her a bitch.

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“Come on Tiger, calm down” MJ says to Peter as she helps him shave away his five o’clock shadow as the older male is deep in thought— Peter Benjamin Parker was an intelligent man, very intelligent— just not with dates and apparently Spanish class where he got a big fat C-.

Soft hands run through his hair, the soft gentle strokes helping him get pulled out his mental space making him see his surroundings again. Right now he was sitting in a chair with MJ in front of him, those blue eyes watching his face with understanding. “What if it goes bad?” Peter finally says, giving his first love an unsure look as the redhead shaves his upper lip making some of the shaving cream go into Peter's mouth making him grimace. MJ hands him a tissue as she sticks the razor into a bowl of water making the specks of hair swirl into the liquid- Peter wiping his mouth.

“You’re thinking too hard about it Pete”

“I know— it’s just, it’s been so long since I’ve actually asked someone on a date and they actually said yes— aside from you of course— what were you thinking?— I should probably cancel, right? Yeah this was a bad idea— besides I’m too old to even be—.”

MJ covers her Bestfriends mouth.

“Slow down there Tiger, one, I went out with you at the time cause I loved you and still love you, two this isn’t a bad idea. You like Miguel— which is why you asked him on a date and he said yes— and no one is too old to date and be nervous” she spoke calmly, using her other hand to soothe him by playing with his hair.

“Peter, I want you to be happy. You deserve this chance and to embrace it. If Parker luck gets in the way. I got your back. Okay?”

Peter stares up at her, nodding silently.

“Good boy, now then let’s finish you up so you can use that Goober and go, and if anything fun happens I want to know every detail— AH!” MJ squeaks when Peter's arms wrap around her waist standing from the chair and throwing her over his shoulder, both parties laughing.

Even if they weren’t married— MJ will always wish the best for Peter and be there for him— just like Peter will as well.

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Brown (McDanno)

What the fuck?.

Was the first thing Steve thought when his eyes landed on the man before him in his nice navy blue tux, his bold black tie perfectly centered as usual, two sets of pale freckled hands fixing Steve’s red one. He knows he’s talking, probably complaining how Steve gets ready like a seven year old who doesn’t wanna go to church on a Sunday where they’re free from school— doesn’t that sound like a Danny complaint? Steve thinks so. A harsher tug on his tie pulls him back to reality, blue eyes casting downward towards the brighter version of his own irises “you with me captain?” Danny questions his Italian accent thick and noticeable now and all Steve can wonder is why has Danny never let his accent out while they were alone together, and he does mean alone. But, Steve guesses it’s because his Jersey accent overrides his Italian minus the fact their doing an undercover case and the suspect is a leader of a mafia gang and has a thing for Italians something Steve wasn’t really a big fan of when Kono had picked Danny for the job without the blonde’s consent of actually volunteering himself.

If Danny had noticed Steve's sour mood over the phone he didn’t say a single word. Steve had asked why Danny and himself couldn’t drive together to said destination, the detective had simply said ‘it’s a surprise’ three words that would catch anyone’s interest and make them question what it is for the day. Steve had finally got to see the surprise and honest to god didn't know what to say, he expected a lot of things but not this, he couldn’t believe it.

Danny Williams, Danny ‘Don’t Touch My Hair Or You’re Gonna Get A Bullet In Your Head’ Williams dyed his hair. Something Steve swore up and down that he’d never do, Danny loved his hair too much to do such damage to it. He loves his hair more than he loves Steve, his hair is practically his fucking baby!. But here he was! With brown fucking hair!.

Now don’t get Steve wrong, he thinks his Danno looks rather… enchanting with the brown a lovely dark brown at that, it made his blue eyes more noticeable and his freckles that barely moved across his face pop more. It’s just that Danny loves his Blonde locks. Hell, Steve even jokingly calls him Goldie locks as Danny bites back by calling him mother bear. Steve would let out the biggest laugh ever when he does or he just grins.

Danny even did his brows. Steve might be having a stroke from the amount of beauty that dares to invite him into its presence. Danny is being dedicated to this role that he’s supposed to be playing and Steve admires it. But the job will be cut short if someone gets too grabby…

“Brown…” Steve says low, taking in his Jersey Shore appearance while Danny fusses fixing the navy seal's hair. “Brown?” Danny parrots his eyes looking Steve over to make sure Steve actually looks like someone who you can cut a deal with without looking like a fez.

“Your hair.” Danny let out a small laugh trying not to draw attention to them “oh right, you like it?” The blo—brunette questions patting Steve’s shoulders when he’s deemed presentable by Danny the fashion police himself. Fucking hell that accent is eating Steve alive right now. Danny is definitely gonna have to speak like that more.

“Yeah you look… Different.” He cleared his throat, restraining himself from combing his fingers through his partner's hair. Danny gave him a knowing smile with a cock of his head, oh this bastard knows what he’s doing and Steve is really debating if he should pin him against the bar or not. “Later.” Danny says out of the blue when his eyes make a sweep over Steve’s face— knowing exactly what the super seal was thinking. Lord give him strength to actually finish this job.

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Debt (McDanno)

Summary: Steve of course is a reckless moron and falls in the field, Daniel Is worried.

A/N: On my A03 with Pt. 2 attached

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He saw when life left those ocean-blue eyes, he saw the moment his chest stopped moving up and down. He felt when his heart stopped beneath his heavy pale blemished hands trying his best to stop the red river that was pouring from the SEAL front trying to keep his breathing steady looking straight at those lifeless eyes staring at the hole in the roof of the warehouse they were in, the moonlight laying perfectly on the fallen soldier as if the gods and spirits of Hawaii were helping– taking Steve to the other side to help him greet his dead parents and reunite them– no that wasn't what Daniel wanted- they didn't deserve to have their son yet after all the abandonment all the pain they put him through. The pain they put Mary through.

The cruel thought hit Danny like a title wave crashing against the rocks of his brain– the rocks that were like a barrier that was supposed to protect him from what little specks of a few more traumatic experiences, come to threaten him and his already bruised sanity. Mary lost her final family member – no! No!-- Danny wasn't gonna be the one that tells her because Danny wouldn't have to. He's gonna make sure that blonde who became like his very own little sister doesn't carry the pain of loss yet again. Daniel refuses. Beads of sweat run down his forehead as he makes his last decision – his body is gonna hate him for this; but the adrenaline that was shooting up his spine and through his legs as if he never got that injury in his knee came to his aid– he won't feel the punishment of Steves weight till much later. His body felt as if it was 15 again– running and racing Steve through Jersey.

“Sorry babe, I'm gonna have to move you ‘cause the damn medics are taking too long,” Daniel says as if the man was only unconscious-- denial is Danny's norm. He carefully lifts Steves's arm and wraps it around his neck as he hooks his arm under Steve’s cargo pants-wearing legs. “Bear with me ocean tide and please don't cross that water– tell the water goddess I said no… Please.” Danny must sound crazy talking to a dead body that can't even hear him. The Italian takes a deep breath using all the strength in his legs to push himself off the ground and 235 pounds of pure muscle and dead weight along with him. Speed walking to the entrance. No one was with them– and this is why Danny always stresses to Steve they need to wait for the others, for backup. This is exactly why. They're both fucking idiots, two big idiots who can't seem to not get shot. A loud-ass Jersey man and a stubborn Navy SEAL, ahh yes govener they make a great team they won't get into so much trouble oh no no nooooo they'll be just fine.

She's an idiot also. Daniel mocked in his head bitterly– making it pass the door. Danny carrying Steve bridal style was something he could never image, it was actually a funny sight– minus the fact he was dead at the moment. Danny walks over to Steve's perfectly unscratched truck as his own car was on fire-- why is it always his car?!.

He opens the back door carefully setting him on the Seats properly laying him out, Daniel mumbling to himself that he's okay that he's gonna be fine. He knew he was saying that to comfort himself. Danny presses a swift kiss on his commander's forehead pushing himself out the back and heading to the driver's side shutting Steves's door– the rare times Danny is thankful for the caveman leaving his keys in the engine. He drives out towards the hospital, speeding down the road. Danny can afford a speeding ticket. He informs Kono, Chin, Tani, Adam, and Junior of the situation. Tani, Adam, and Junior agreed to go to the crime scene as the cousins agreed to meet Danny at the hospital.

Never in a million years did Danny think his old team would meet the new one.

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Danny sat in the waiting room, Kono was somewhere getting the blonde some coffee as Chin had basically dragged the Jersey man by his collar to get him checked out– didn't matter how many times Danny explained to the man that all the blood he saw belonged to Steve and Steve alone the Hawaiian insisted that he got checked up or else Chin will carry him like a toddler who doesn't want to go to the doctor. “Chin, I'm fine, I just want to sit down. Please?.” The Hawaiian gave Danny a look- a look Danny both missed and loathed, the look of understanding and mother hen. Chin didn't loosen his grip on the blond's arm. “On the outside you're fine, it's in here that you're not brah,” Chin says using his free hand to tap on Danny's forehead– he hated how it always seemed as if Chin can see through you– see your soul and read it– see the fractures in your mind– the emotional scars on your heart. Danny hated it.

So here he was after being forcefully checked on– in the waiting room, hoping for good news. Chin was checking in with the doctors to see if there was any progress. Kono returned with the coffee plopping down next to the distressed blonde-- she can see it in his eyes but she doesn't point it out– there was no point– Danny knew he looked like shit. Kono passed the detective his coffee, laying her head against his shoulder and gently rubbing his arm. “He's gonna be okay Danny, you know how stubborn he is,” she says softly after a bit as he drinks the dark liquid letting it burn his throat out of punishment for allowing his partner to die for failing to protect him. “Everyone's luck dies out one way or another Sea breeze,” Danny says quietly so he doesn't disturb the other visitors.

Kono smiled slightly at the nickname, it's been a long time since he had said it. God, she missed her two big idiots so much... Her ohana.

“He's strong Danny… He’ll pull through, cause he has a loving blonde to come back to.” She lightly teased-- even though her and Chin were gone, Danny had texted her and told her about how he had gained the courage to ask the SEAL out, right after she had called her cousin screaming how Chin owed her 50 bucks and that she knew it would be Danny who'd ask. She also knew about the ring Danny had. That's why she came back to Hawaii in the first place.

Danny was gonna propose to Steve next week. So the SEAL better come back to them or else Kono is gonna rip his soul back to his body and then kill him herself.

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It’s Not Your Fault

A/N: An oldie but here you go

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She could feel it, she could feel the lingering stares the hunter sent her way, she could sense the fear and worry that radiates off his body. He was scared he was scared for her. 

Guilt filled her, knowing just how tonight’s actions have affected the poor male. He watched, he watched her suffer, he watched her turn into a beast then return to human he listened to her cries and grunts of agony; feeling the bones in her body shift, the blood in her veins feeling like fire burning through them as the trial went on. When it was all over she noticed the instant look of guilt and pain in those green eyes she became all too familiar with. 

She wanted to hug him, she wanted to get the thought of it being ‘his fault.’ out of that stubborn mind. None of this, none of what happened was his fault. Claire wanted him to see that, she needed him to understand. 

Risking a glance at the older male sitting in the back of, baby. She catches his eyes in the rear view mirror. As fast as she saw them, as fast as they glanced away. 

A sigh of her own filled the tension of the air, not missing the spark that gleamed like raging fire in his iris. He was having a war in his mind, a war she couldn’t interfere with till the vehicle stopped and she got him alone, her chipped nails ran through her blonde loose locks thinking back to all the hunts that hit the fan because she wasn’t careful.

And it dawned on her. She’s gonna give this poor man a heart attack.

What was originally supposed to be a 20 minute drive felt like an hour to the blonde, as baby came to a stop Mark and Sam stepped out; Dean stayed in along with Claire. Silence loomed over the two, the tension in the air suffocating the small blonde. 

Claire mindlessly picked at her nails, gaining the courage to speak. 

“It wasn’t your fault, you carry a bunch of crap you shouldn’t Dean…”, “This isn’t your fault so get that thought out of your head.” 

Claire hesantly placed a comforting hand on the hunter's broad shoulder lightly squeezing it, “I’m still here. You didn’t lose me…”.

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Blue Shorts And Gloves (McDanno)

Summary: Danny... well Danny is Danny. Stella is a protective Sister and both Steve and herself wanna commit a crime when it comes to Danno.

A/N: Also on my A03 I was tired when I wrote this shit.

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Steve couldn’t help the way his heart practically dropped to his ass his soul going beneath the gray concrete outside of the boxing ring his fingers tightening on the gate feeling the color drain from his face as his eyes widen it happened so fast that it was almost slow for Steve, to the untrained no one else could see what Steve just saw.  He saw the punch he saw the form and he saw exactly where the opponent was gonna punch Danny– Steve cringed feeling nauseous when he saw how roughly and painfully Danny's head shot to the side, it was a cheap shot an illegal shot one that can cause life's worth of brain damage and death Daniel had told him about it, he even told Steve how that he did get a hit like that back when he was fourteen- he has the dent on the back of his head to prove it, it was on the right side behind Danny's earlobe a little down near his neck Steve hadn’t noticed till just now that he has been unintentionally standing on Dannys right side, to protect him– to keep those who know of the injury away from Danny.  Steve had once put pressure on the dent. He was terrified when he heard the way Danny grunted those blue eyes rolling to the back of his head as his knees buckled. Steve immediately caught him when he noticed his mistake– he had unarmed Danny by one little push with his thumb.

Steve couldn’t stop saying sorry that day, he was mortified for Danny.  “Stop saying sorry, you just caught me off guard Steve, it's okay, quit it.”  Danny had given him that boyish Jersey grin.  But right now Danny wasn’t grinning, he was staggering– Steve could see the way his legs were shaking trying to keep himself up after the blow– he could see the murky cloud overlay those blue eyes, they almost looked gray.  Steve knuckles whitened by how hard he was gripping the bars, his heart stopping when Danny's body seemed to give in and collapse to the ground, his head bouncing on the floor rolling to the side away from Steve a harsh crack booming in the teen ears.  No, Nope, No! No more!. The crowd cheered and groaned a mix of feelings, taking them all,  “Danny!” a female screeched their voice holding pure terrier “keep that monster away from my brother!” the female– Stella, Danny's oldest sister– seethed her voice turning harsh and angry but Steve could hear the fear, Stella kept up with Steve who had rushed to the fighting ring door ripping it open the referee tries to stop Steve– Stella is the one to push him away making him land straight on his ass.

Are all the Williams siblings strong?.

Her eyes are cold when she looks at the older man speaking between her teeth– something Steve has seen Danny do plenty of times– “Keep that mutt on a leash” she growls out making her way to her unconscious brother quickly squatting down beside him carefully taking his face into her hands carefully turning his head towards her.  Steve stood protectively in front of her to keep his eye on Killer, ‘ what a generic ass name, couldn't be more creative?’ Steve hears Danny voice in the back of his mind for when they were in the locker room when round 3 had ended and everyone was taking a break, Danny sitting on the bench as Steve was pouring water on the swollen side of Danny's face whipping it off with a towel, his blood staining it.  ‘Not everyone can have a nice name like you Danny.’  Steve had smiled when he said that. ‘Hey the name means a lot to me, what's wrong with Jersey Shore?.’ ‘Nothing, just thought you would pick something more threatening.’  Danny had scoffed at that, ‘Hey my height and attitude make me threatening enough I’ll have you know.’  Steve grinned a bit ‘Sure Jersey Sure.’  ‘Kiss my ass Hawaii.’ Steve didn’t but he did kiss the blonde's forehead.

“Danny, Danny can you hear me runt? It's your big sister.” Stella spoke softly, gently rubbing the less bruised side of Daniels face to ease him awake.  Killer had grinned at Steve, he didn’t like that so the most Steve could do was keep a straight face watching over Stella and Danny so he doesn’t commit a self defense murder.  Danny needed medical attention, of course, but something in the back of his head told him Danny will be okay.  And funny enough it sounded just like his blue sky. 

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Treatment

Pairing: Jumin x 707 (Jumciel) (Juciel)

A/N: Also on A03 - I was tired when I wrote this.

Description: When Jumin first came home from his horrid day he didn't question why Luciel was right there at the door, he didn't question why the redhead dragged him to the living room and practically demanded him to sit down, he didn't question why he had a mischievous gleam in his eyes– already used to it by now– he didn't question why his partner had left the room in such a gleeful way and returned with the biggest grin on his face holding a set of nail polish.

He didn't question it.

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Jumin is a man of natural intelligence and foresight— he mentally prepared himself for the day before him, ready to deal with the headache that is both his job and his father's unholy relationships that he seems— without a fail— to get into every time Jumin takes his eyes off him for more than a second. It was a real pain really. How long would this one go? He wondered endlessly everyday.

How much missing money will it take for him to notice?.

Jumin was tired of the same old routine it was tiring. He’ll never understand his father and his obsession for women; they all seem to be the same when his father picks them.

When will he get—

“Jumin.”

Jumin straightens at the sound of his name, his onyx orbs moving towards the voice.

Oh right. Back to how Jumin usually knows and plans out his day.

He didn’t see this or plan this. He didn’t see or come up with the scene that was happening right now, he was sitting on his couch with Elizabeth The 3rd on his lap mindlessly petting her his free hand currently in the hands of a hacker.

A hacker who was dead set on painting his nails perfectly without any mistakes and errors.

“Quit thinking about your dad, you get twitchy when you do— and stop petting Elly! You’re gonna get polish on her fur, then you’re gonna blame me!.” Luciel said a hint of annoyance laced in his voice, his red brows drawn together in concentration— a look Jumin always admired even before the two were dating. Jumin remembered the countless times he mentally and sometimes physically smacked himself when he found himself admiring Luciel not understanding.

The raven hair man sighs moving his hand off the white cat— Elizabeth taking that as her cue to get off her owner, stretching her body out before jumping off his lap strutting away.

‘She’s so sassy.’ Jumin recalls Luciel saying when he had first met Elizabeth The 3rd.

Indeed she was.

When Jumin first came home from his horrid day he didn't question why Luciel was right there at the door, he didn't question why the redhead dragged him to the living room and practically demanded him to sit down, he didn't question why he had a mischievous gleam in his eyes– already used to it by now– he didn't question why his partner had left the room in such a gleeful way and returned with the biggest grin on his face holding a set of nail polish.

He didn't question it.

Jumin looked at his other hand that was already painted to perfection taking in the dull shine of the polish on his nails– black mixed with midnight blue– a combination that worked pretty well.

He has to admit, Luciel has done a remarkable job.

“Aaannnnd done! Haha! Your pinkies are awfully hard for no reason. What's wrong with them?.”

“I'm Wolverine,” Jumin says cooly, carefully moving his hand away from his boyfriend blowing onto the polish to dry them as Luciel closed the tiny vial.

Luciel looked up towards Jumin.

“Was that a joke?.”

Jumin stops blowing, his mind halting for a moment. Was– was it bad?.

Jumin side-eyes the hacker.

“Was it ominous?.” he questions.

“It wasn't the best but you're cute for trying,” Luciel responded, giving Jumin a reassuring smile.

“Hmm,” he responded, looking back at his painted nails. They weren't too bad. Jumin found himself being quite fond of the outcome…

“It's okay Ju I still like it!.”

Of course he did.

Even Luciel found the beauty in horrible jokes, he is the one who told them 90% of the time.

The hacker stared at Jumin Raising a brow.

“Why do I feel like the universe just insulted me?.”

“Don't be dramatic Seven.”

“I'm not!.”

Leave it to Seven to make Jumin feel better after a tiresome day.

Jumin listened to the one-sided argument allowing his love to be himself.

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☆5&1 (Jumciel)✮

Author: 707 tells Jumin he loves him unintentionally 5 times. Extra belongs to Jumin who means it. Seven means it too.

Warnings: Light Smut, Gun, Blood, Close to Death.

Paring: Jumin X Seven

Published Also On AO3

Fandom: MysticMessenger

A/N: Rusty As Heck with writing.

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Jumin was pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation as he listened to Seven's laughter over the phone, keeping said device meters away from his ear– still being able to hear the redhead loud and clear. Jaehee- Assistant Kang had excused herself from the premises when Luciel called, mentioning she had something to do. Jumin should've known that she knew something by how fast she left the room when she saw Mr. Han's phone brightened with the Caller ID “707”.

When Jumin was sure that Seven was done with his overly loud laughter he pressed the phone against his ear once again ready to speak to the man who wouldn't stop laughing for the last 5 MINUTES!

It's a miracle that the redhead hadn’t passed out from all the air he let out, not once taking a second to catch his breath, seeming to be too engaged with tormenting the millionaire.

“Are you–”

“HAAAAAA!!! ACK!.” Luciel wheezed loudly, his breath hitting the speaker of the phone making the CEO cringe, his patients thinning.

“Luciel…” his voice lowered, his head beginning to pound. Ready to tell Seven to cease his laughter till a loud thud and crash was heard on the other side along with a clatter-- meaning Luciel had most likely dropped his phone in the process in whatever just happened.

Jumin opened his onyx eyes, finally, his brows narrowing with annoyance and a slight concern for the hacker.

“Luciel?.” Jumin could still hear the hacker laughing, sounding a bit further away and kinda muffled.

The CEO rubs his face, dropping his cheek into his hand.

‘I’m about to commit an offense…’

Jumin sighs as he listens to the hacker laugh, raising a brow when he hears another voice asking Seven why he was on the floor.

Another 5 minutes passed till Luciel FINALLY stopped laughing and seemed to pick up his phone small chuckles coming through his mic.

In those added 5 minutes Jumin managed to do some work on the cat project he was trying to push through trying to sway his father to the best of his ability. If the countless women in his life could do it then his son can as well.

“Okay, okay I'm back– hehe~” the hacker snickered into the phone. Jumin had put him on speaker so he could know when the hacker finally came back. Jumin places his pen down on the desk giving the other male his full attention.

“What happened?.”

“Oh I was laughing because –.”

“Not!, not that part yet. I'm asking what that sound was just now?.”

“Eh?.”

Jumin felt his eye twitch.

“Luciel…”

Seven chuckled.

“Okay okay. Jumin Han everyone, one of the rare people who can tell I'm lying– Anywho~~.”

Rare?.

“I leaned a little too far back in my computer chair and fell, bringing an old monitor of mine down with me. So you heard three things– wait no! Four things if you count my phone– which is sadly cracked– ack!-- I had just fixed the screen too three weeks ago from when Ms. Vanderwood threw it…”

Jumin could tell Seven wasn't talking to him when he reached a certain section of his sentence– he was mumbling to himself.

Why would his maid throw his phone?

“Agggh!!!- sorry that was off-topic please ignore whatever else I said. Please?. Hmm… Now where was I? Ah! Yes yes yes! Silly me~~ I did hit my head pretty hard… You heard my heavy ass hit the floor along with the chair– that's two– my ten-thousand-dollar-old monitor and my phone. Funny isn't it? Hehe~”

Jumin blinked twice before gathering his thoughts.

“Are you okay?.” he questioned.

Luciel let out a dramatic gasp.

“Awe JuJu~ are worried about little ol’ me?.” Luciel teased laughing to himself.

“Yes,” Jumin spoke bluntly, his voice never losing its natural stern.

The line was quiet. Too quiet that Jumin thought 707 hung up without him noticing somehow.

“Yes Jumin I'm fine thanks for the concern– eh?-- no, huh?-- ah! Okay Okay sheesh just give me a second – no! Jeez, just give me a second.” Luciel spoke at a fast pace, making the director more confused.

Who was he talking to? His maid maybe?

But why did he sound as if he was trying to buy–

“Sorry to cut this conversation short Jumin but–.”

“You were laughing for a long time.” he cut in but Seven kept talking.

“--I have to go, duty calls like always, of course, you would understand how that is– anyway bye Jumin I love you!!.” Seven said in his cheery voice before hanging up completely.

“Luciel–” and he was gone.

Jumin moved the phone close to him looking down at the screen. He didn't even get to ask him why he was laughing in the first place and why he called.

Jumin breathes out his nose. His mind swirls with thoughts till something comes to him.

Seven told him he loves him.

Maybe.

Maybe it could've been a slip-up.

Commoners who are friends tell each other they love them. Jumins not gonna think too deeply about it.

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Jumin was rather annoyed, he finally understood why Seven had called him laughing a month ago. Today was Jumins birthday and his employees have decided to throw him a small birthday party— oh how he wishes it wasn’t…. Jumin stared down at the cake before him.

It was a red velvet cake— one of his favorite pastry’s out there. There was an image of him on it.

He was falling.

He remembers this day it was the day Seven had called him laughing four hours later after the incident happened.

But it wasn’t the fact that the picture is what annoyed him, it was the words on it. The Fonts were ones of a meme as Seven and Yoosung have explained to him countless times.

‘When your Crush is walking By and you can’t help but fall harder.’

It was such a wretched quote that it made him feel off.

He wanted to throw it away… But instead, he let everyone be and have a slice of cake.

After having a long day at work and finally giving assistant Kang a day off that she deserves. Jumin drops his butt on the couch in his penthouse. His phone rang in his pocket.

He just sat down…

Jumin bit back a frustrated sigh. Nothing good comes out of complaining.

The ravenette takes his phone out of his pocket looking at the ID.

‘707’

The CEO presses the phone against his ear after answering it.

“Hello?, Luciel?.”

“HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!! God, you're old!.”

That… Was unexpected but also– expected?.

“Don't remind me…” he mumbled, undoing his tie.

“Awww… Why so glum JuJu?.”

“I'm not dreary, I'm just tired,” he answered, a little too fast and defensive for his taste.

“Is it because I called you old? If so I was just teasing you I swear– you don't look a day over 25!.” the hacker cheered, Jumin could hear a hint of uncertainty in his voice.

“I already got called old by Yoosung, trust me you calling me old doesn't phase me either,” he says simply, taking off his blazer and setting it over the couch.

“Okay back to my first question then– why so dreary? as you put it in your fancy wording.”

“Luciel I'm not –.”

“You're a good businessman but suck at lying when it's not to another corporate face.”

Jumin stops moving around the room for a second. His hand fiddled with his watch as he had the phone tucked between his ear and shoulder.

Suck at lying?. He's not lying– at least he doesn't think he is…

Sure he keeps to himself and gives vague responses in the RFA chat to the members but it doesn't mean he's lying.

Jumin must have been too deep in his head since he came back to Seven’s voice ringing a little louder in his ears.

“Jumin? Oh Juju~ Jumi?, JumJum? Cat lover? Prince of the Han Family? H–.”

“I'm here!.” he responds feeling rather… Flustered? At the prince part.

He blames his ears for feeling red due to the heat of his phone.

“There's the birthday boy!.” Seven cheered, Jumin could imagine the smile of the redhead.

He rolled his eyes half-heartedly as he continued trying to get comfortable in his own home slowly stripping.

“Mmm…”

“Anywho back to our original convo~~ why is the great Jumin Han upset?.”

“Seven I'm not–.”

“It has something to do with your father, doesn't it?.”

Jumin shuts his mouth, setting his shoes in the closet.

His silence was his answer.

After a few seconds passed.

Luciel sighs on the other end.

“Of course, it does, when doesn't it? Let me guess he didn't take you out today to celebrate?.”

Jumin hated this.

“God, no disrespect to you or anything but your father is an asshole, Mr. Han.”

It's weird to hear Luciel call him that.

“Luciel, it's not a big deal, we're both grown men. It was a childish want.” Jumin had responded neutrally, at least he thought it was neutral…

To Seven it sounded defensive.

“It is natural for a parent's child to want to celebrate their birthday with them. It's not childish.”

Jumin remained silent as he dressed in his pajamas walking to the kitchen to make himself tea. Setting the phone down and putting it on speaker.

“Hmm…”

Jumim sets the kettle in the sink, filling it with water.

“How about we go out today?.” Seven asked.

Jumin glances at his phone.

“Maybe to a fancy restaurant?, oooo or a diner I could show you one of THHHEEE BEST burger joints ever!.”

“I don’t feel like going out.”

“Come ooonnn~”

“I’m busy-.”

“That could be tomorrow Jumins problem, right now birthday Jumin NEEDS to have fun.”

“But Elizabeth—.”

“Will survive without you— if she can handle you being gone all day for work she can handle you being gone for a couple of more hours. Come on Jumin, I'm not letting you sulk on your birthday.”

“I’m not sulking.”

“Really now?.”

“Yes.”

“Then you won’t have a problem with going out with me.” Luciel said his voice filled with determination.

“Seven it’s not necessary—.”

The line makes a beep sound. Indicating the call has ended.

Jumins eyes widened, turning around quickly from the stove.

He didn’t!.

He looked at his phone.

He did!.

Irritation filled Jumin.

That boy has a knack for being stubborn. Then again so did everyone else in the RFA.

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Around an hour, Jumins door burst open, making the older male stand straight up from his couch.

His onyx eyes automatically recognized the head of red hair that seemed to be occupied being squished down by a bowler hat.

Luciel was breathing heavily, his skin pale as he tried catching his breath.

Jumin couldn’t help but take in his appearance.

Luciel was wearing a velvet red tuxedo, his tie surprisingly matching Jumin's hundreds of gray ties.

In a way, Jumin couldn’t help but find it… amusing. Seven was never one to wear a suit, not even at the RFA parties— the most he’d put on his dress shoes, suspenders, and a dress shirt with a brown cheetah print tie to try and match his glasses. Speaking of glasses he wasn’t wearing his usual ones he was wearing red ones to match his tux with a hint of gold on the frames. The bowler hat matched the tie.

Jumin was pulled out of his inner monologue from his young friend's voice.

“Tada! Don’t I look dashing? That’s the word?— Jesus Christ, there were so many stairs… Why didn’t I just take the elevator?…” the hacker wheezed.

The little geniuses took the stairs.

“Seven… there are 99 floors…”

“I know… wheeze..”

“I’m at the top…”

“I know… crap I think I’m finally gonna cry shit my lungs hate me…” Seven coughs, his face was a rosy color gleaned with sweat making his bangs stick to his forehead a bit.

“Luciel… like you already said, why didn’t you use the elevator?.”

“Was in a hurry… didn’t have time to think.”

“Obviously… would you like water?.”

“Yes, please. Can I sit?.”

“Go ahead.”

Luciel moved forward, almost falling. Jumin was ready to catch him but his security guards— who he didn’t know were in here as well -- caught the redhead helping him get to the couch.

He glanced, seeing there were two more they looked kinda concerned. One of them was rubbing their face, their cheek was red.

“What happened to you?.”

“He crashed into me.”

“Luciel?.”

“Yes sir.”

“You got knocked over by him?.” Jumin was pointing at the redhead who was resting on the couch.

“He was running pretty fast sir…”

Jumin is surprised after running up a 99-floor building that Seven still had the energy to keep running when he reached up here and managed to knock over his security by mistake.

He simply shook his head going over to the kitchen to get Luciel water.

After a while.

Of arguing and bickering.

Jumin found himself in one of Seven's cars. In a suit and tie.

They were going to a restaurant. One of Jumins favorites.

“Remind me again why we’re going again?.” He questions the hacker.

Seven rolled his eyes shooting Jumin a smile.

“To celebrate you idiot. Your birth is one to be celebrated!.” Luciel spoke cheerfully.

“Why?.”

“Because I love you JuJu~ and I want you to enjoy your life!.”

…

Love?.

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Jumin was given a tight hug by a certain redhead. Still very much trapped, he could feel Seven's body vibrating against his in happiness.

“I love you JuJu! Holy shit this is awesome! Suck it Yoosung I got a new monitor and not you! HA!.” he cheered childishly sticking his tongue out to the blonde who gave him a hard glare sticking up his middle finger. Luciel laughed, letting go of the CEO running away from the angry blonde.

He was just enjoying his morning coffee…

It was Christmas morning and the RFA had come together at Jumins house to celebrate the holidays.

Jaehee and MC were sitting on the couch watching the two very grown adults run around like toddlers. Laughing. Jumin sips at his coffee, a presence to his right. He glances to see Zen.

“Ryu.”

“Jumin.”

“Merry Christmas.”

“You too.”

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“So… He loves you?.”

All Jumin could do was shrug. He didn't understand it himself but he didn't have the heart to mention it to Seven not wanting to embarrass the boy.

Zen never mentioned it afterward.

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His body was hot. His face flustered. Body beneath the other.

A low moan left his lips when Luciel thrust into him, both were drunk out of their mind. Note to self never ever allow anyone in the RFA to bring whiskey. Seven buried himself deeply into Jumins hole, all the way to the base of his cock his balls slapping against Jumins ass with each new thrust he gives loving the sweet sounds Jumin makes. Luciel leans forward pressing his lips against the director keeping his rhythm easy for them both.

Jumin ran his fingers through the other's hair gripping those red strands and tugging at them making Luciel moan against his lips. Nipping at Jumins bottom lip.

“Fucking hell Luciel…” he moaned tugging harder at the redhead's hair making him hiss in response his thrust getting quicker.

“Jumin, I Swear keep saying my name like that~,” he growled out, lust filling those honey eyes making something in Jumin crumble.

Kisses and hot frequent touches. Loud and low moans filled the room.

Seven hand was wrapped around Jumins neck as he fucked into him making the bed shake hosting one of the rich man's leg over his shoulders making sure Jumin feels ALL of him.

“I love you,” he whispered, feeling his core tighten as he continued. His eyes trained on Jumin swearing he saw purple hearts in his eyes as he was looking up at the hacker.

Jumin believes he sees red in Sevens as well.

“Luciel…” he choked out his mind foggy from the lack of air. Seven gripped his throat tighter.

“Saeyoung…” Seven replies.

“Wha?.”

“Please… Call me Saeyoung… Scream it, moan it, I don't care, just say please…” Seven pleaded leaning forward, moving Jumins leg down and around his waist once again, his thrust becoming harder hitting Jumins sweet spot countless times. Pulling out beautiful strips of moan from the other male.

He let go of Jumins throat letting him breathe.

“Saeyoung…” Jumin whispers Luciel couldn't help but hide his face against the pillow next to Jumins face as his pace continues. Jumin kept saying it.

His finger dug deep into the hacker's back as Luci forcefully pulled out his moans of pleasure.

“Saeyoung, Saeyoung, Saeyoung!.” he moaned out screaming his name as if it was a prayer Luciel loved and he wanted to keep it.

But what is a drunk man's mind?.

“I love you Jumin.”

They both came. The next morning Luciel made Jumin promise to keep his real name a secret even from their friends.

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“I love you.”

“Shut up.” Jumin said, covering Saeyoungs stomach with blood leaking between his fingers. Everything was loud in his ears, the Gunshot still ringing causing static in the air. Everyone was screaming– he wanted them to shut up, he wanted them all gone if they weren't gonna help with the injured member of the RFA.

Seven let out a harsh cough. Blood coming up. Fuck! That wasn't good!.

“For fuck- Yoosung! Where are the Medicis!!!.” Jumin didn't have to take his eyes off Seven to know Yoosung was crying as he was talking to 911.

“Awe you care~...” Seven teased a weak smile on his face, his glasses discarded somewhere broken.

“Don’t joke, right now is not the time. For once just listen to me and shut Up! YOOSUNG!.” he snapped his heart in his throat watching the other man turn pale before his eyes fighting to stay with Jumin.

“They said they're close!.”

“Not good enough! He's losing a lot of blood and dying! Tell them to hurry up!.” Jumin's brain was loud, he remembers having a conversation about this with Seven. Something about trauma– going through a traumatic experience can cause the brain to go into shock and freak out and cause you to not act like yourself – something about adrenaline.

“JuJu.”

“For fuck sake Seven please shut up!.”

“Where Jaehee?.”

“She's escorting the guest outside safely.”

“MC?.”

“Seven I'm begging you.” he started to shake seeing the way Seven was slipping the more he spoke.

“Please Jumin…”

“She's outside, she's safe.”

“Good Good. Where's Zen?...”

Heavy feet came towards them. It was Zen.

Zen crouched down next to Seven body placing his large hands on his face pushing his bangs out of his face.

“I'm right here jester,” Zen spoke in a soft tone. Being the calm to Jumins rageful fear.

“Heh heh. Everyone ok?.”

“Yes… Don't worry Luci just please stop talking and save your strength.” Zen continued stroking the man's face trying to keep him awake.

Jumin pressed harder on the wound making Seven grunt-- good he still felt pain.

“I told you all not to get too close… Not to get attached.” Seven wheezed out. Giving both men a funny smile blood coming out his nose. Jumin feels like he is seconds away from passing out.

Zen let out a wet laugh. “Too bad Jester we love your stupid annoying ass”

Seven looked up to Jumin.

Jumin knew what he was asking.

“Saeyoung live so I can tell you…” he pleaded.

He saw when Seven left, and he heard when the RFA doors burst open with the paramedics.

A loud humming sound was in his ears.

He felt hands on him, multiple. They were pulling him away, pulling him away from Seven— he didn’t want to leave Seven alone!.

So he fought back but the hands kept a firm grip on him arms wrapping around him.

He heard screaming. Agonizing screaming.

It was Jumin.

Cold Jumin Han was screaming… and crying. And Zen continued to hold onto the rich man tightly. Yoosung and Jaehee by their side crying, wrapping all of them in a hug.

They looked like a family.

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“You can’t find him at all?…”

“No, sorry Seven…”

“It’s okay Vanderwood…”

The redhead sighed looking out his hospital window.

“Saren was always the faster runner anyway.” He continues, rubbing his stomach absentmindedly where his brother had shot him. Seven saw it as a piece of Saren that he could alway and forever keep now. He hopes the wound never heals.

Seven room door slams open making him and Vanderwood jump in surprise looking at it Vanderwood hand near his hidden taser.

Jumin's hand was over his heart as he panted.

“Damn JuJu you look worse than I do…” Seven says taking in the business man appearance. He looked unorganized, his eyes were colder and more tired, his skin paler— he hasn’t been sleeping or eating.

Jumin head shot towards Seven. The nurses weren’t lying. He was awake.

“What? Saw a gho— ack!.” He grunted, hugging his stomach over the wound where Vanderwood hit him.

“No time for joking, don’t be insensitive now. I understand you don’t like serious conversation or scenes but now is not the time.” Vanderwood scolded. His eyes went on Jumin who was already looking at him.

“Mr. Han.” Vanderwood says simply, crossing his arms.

“And you?.” He acknowledged.

“No one.” Seven and Vanderwood answered together, looking at one another. Vanderwood actually cracked a smile for once at that.

Jumin knew best not to question. If Seven said it as well then it means nothing and might cause issues if Jumin tries to push. The best he does is nod.

Vanderwood stares for a while then sighs.

“I’m gonna go, Seven don’t strain yourself.”

“Yes madam~” he smiled cheekily.

“You’re injured. That doesn’t mean I won’t make it worse.” Vanderwood lightly warned.

“Yes sir.”

“I’m gonna kill this kid.” He mumbled walking past Jumin, shutting the door behind him.

Silence filled the room.

Seven didn’t like it.

“So— how’s business— hey!.” He exclaims being wrapped into a hug. Jumin burying his face into Sevens neck.

“Jumin?.”

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“I love you…” Jumin responds quietly so only Seven can hear.

“Jumin—.”

“Shut it… you and that damn motor mouth…”

“…”

“I love you… I love you so much…”

“I love you Saeyoung…”

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We’ll Heal Together

Summary: Trauma is Trauma. They all will help each other and not abandon each other. |Takes place after LoversLane.|

Author: I was very Tired when I wrote this.

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How do you love, without getting hurt?. How can you put yourself out there without getting hurt?.

She was kind, funny and sweet. So why did she want the brute?. The angry quiet destructive bad boy?.

Or so Garroth thought when he first saw and met Aaron. He will admit he was unfair— it was unfair of him to judge straight off the bat— it wasn’t fair that he picked him out to be a horrible person.

If he didn’t like that people did that to his baby brother— why would he do it to someone else?.

Garroth wishes time travel exists so he can go back in time to his younger self and force his sophomore self to go talk to the quiet boy and invite him to have lunch so he doesn’t sit in the corner all by himself. Probably smack him in the back of his head while he’s at it and say ‘quit being an assclown and go talk to him’.

But he can’t, he can only stay in the now— and the now wasn’t really the best at the moment.

They were home.

They were finally home— back on MyStreet!.

All of them!.

Even Travis and Aphmau…

It’s been a couple of months since lovers lane- Nine to be exact. Aphmau and Travis had made great recovery but of course with how all their lives go— no one is fully out of the mess that they’ve been through without a few issues. Travis has developed sleep paralysis along with severe migraines that feel like his head might explode— the white hair male didn’t say this himself but… the group believes that Travis has developed voices in his head due to all of them witnessing Travis muttering to himself to the point of getting frustrated.

The first to witness this was Dante. And Dante told Lucinda- Lucinda told Zane- Zane told Nana who told Katelyn- Katelyn told Kim who then told Garroth.

Explaining what had happened to all of them was hard to tell Dante the blue-haired man looked as if he was lost and absolutely terrified for all of them.

They all went to Aphmau together and told her about it. She had given them all a gentle pained smile saying she knows and that he does.

They didn’t know how to feel after being confirmed about it.

Travis also suffers from night terrors- sever at that to the point he fights in his sleep once giving Dante a black eye because of it. That caused Travis to lock his room door at night.

Aphmau, Aphmau suffers from chest pain- to the point it feels as if it’s on fire— rainy days are when it’s at its worst though. It makes the raw flesh itch, which drives her crazy.

Nana is her caregiver at the time being.

Nana is also suffering from the same kind of pain.

But as a whole— they all suffer from nightmares, they all suffer from PTSD- they all jump at the sound of fireworks or someone knocking at their door. Fear of being hunted down once again.

Kim bunks with Lucinda- Katelyn stays with her father and KC.

Zane stays at Aphmaus to help Nana watch over her.

Aaron… Well Aaron stays with Melissa. She moved them to New York for the time being— but of course not without keeping them updated with the Ultima and his progress of his own healing.

Garroth's head was spinning from thinking about it all. If Zane was here he’d probably say ‘quit thinking so much you’re gonna hurt yourself you idiot.’

The blonde smiled at the thought. Oddly enough he misses the way Zane would insult him.

And Vylad… Irene when they returned home he had never seen so much distraught in his brother's eyes before. The way he didn’t hesitate to hug Zane for once due to the fact his brother hates physical touch. It broke him, it broke both of the ro'meave brothers seeing the way their youngest brother broke down in their arms. He said seeing them on the news made his soul leave his body and pray to Irene that he wouldn’t lose them or their parents.

An hour- an hour of constant touching from him, touching them— their mother trying to sooth him that they’re okay and not gonna leave him behind.

Vylad was so distracted from his fear and relief that he didn’t notice his oldest brother had ears and a tail.

Funny enough what got the poor boy to calm down was a straight up hug from Zane when they got to a safe area where everyone could actually sit down. Zane Ro'meave, the man who hates touching hugged their baby brother first he even pulled his mask down to drop a kiss onto his curly brown hair whispering into it— Garroth respected their privacy by tucking his ears down so he doesn’t accidentally listen. Whatever Zane said made Vylad nod, hugging him tighter.

The blonde sighed, rubbing his face, scratching his newly grown beard— something he decided to let be.

It was 10pm and he couldn’t sleep, awoken by his inner demons chasing him within his nightmares.

He wanted to see if he could go back to sleep but something in him wouldn’t let him so he just took it as a sign not to try. It’s probably for the best anyway…

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They’ll heal… they will and they will do it together no matter how long it takes.

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I’m not a twink (Gorou X Itto)

“For the last time I’m not a twink I’m just small I’m respected with my status.” Gorou huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose in irritation.

“Don’t sweat it doggy general I think you’re pretty jacked for a tiny dog.” Itto grinned.

“…Was that a compliment?.”

“Yes ^_^✨”

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Never Saw It Coming {Tobey & Andrew)

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Summary: Basically Tobey Cares For Andrew and that’s mostly it.

Author: This is a old Story that I wrote on A03 so yeah.

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This was the last thing Tobey Maguire ever expected, the last thing. When the hell did it even happen?... Oh right when he said ‘I love you guys’ with complete sincerity and genuine affection Tobey knows when someone is acting and when they’re not, and Andrew was definitely not acting– the pure love and affection that showed in those chocolate iris told himself. Shock in the middle of filming the actor couldn’t help but stammer the words ‘thank you’ out of his mouth as Tom nodded with a tight but sweet smile understanding that Andrew actually meant it and went back to acting.

Tobey felt guilty that he didn’t say it back at the time, understanding that the Brit was genuinely happy to be there and shoot the movie, loving the feel of his old spider suit. Tobey couldn’t blame him, from the backlash of supposed fans shitting on him and The Amazing Spider-Man probably brought him down even if Andrew never voiced it in interviews Tobey could tell by his tone and body language when they were shooting the scene where Tom and him ask his Peter how his whole web situation worked and talked about the villains they fought in their universes. ‘I’m lame compared to you guys.’ Sure it was Andrews Peter and Spidey talking but Tobey could see it was a bit of Andrew speaking as well and that was a big no no for the eldest actor so he said the first thing that came to mind and didn’t think about the script at all ‘Woah Woah Woah can we take it back to the I’m lame part?, you are not lame you're amazing.’ Tobey didn’t miss the way Andrew's cheek turned the lightest shade of pink averting his eyes from the oldest ‘say it’ he pushed gently at the time watching a tiny smile appear on the second oldest face ‘nah man but thanks.’ ‘You’re amazing’-- ‘yeah yeah I know–’ ‘then say it’, ‘thanks I just really needed to hear that’ Andrew chuckled a bit.

It was 2 or 3 weeks after the movie was done and the cast decided to hangout in separate groups. Oddly enough the villain cast hangs out with each other which Tobey found rather amusing as the dynamic trio– like in the movie went to hang out as well. Tobey didn’t miss the way Zendaya and Tom looked at eachother– he fucking called it – he saw the way Jacob rolled his eyes in a loving manner and walked a little farther ahead to give the love birds some space. Now that only left himself and Andrew, Tobey glanced over to the british man who was just putting on his coat “Hey Andy” Andrew head shot up looking towards the other, his eyes wide and curious with a hint of confusion “me?.” Tobey huffed out a laugh.

“Yes you, who else would I call Andy, or is there another Andrew on set that I don’t know about?.” Maguire teased lightly, tilting his head a bit.

“N-No, at least I don’t think so… unless–.” Andrew began his rambling, he really did suit the role of Peter Parker didn’t he?.

Tobey light heartedly rolled his eyes at the brunette walking over to him grabbing his elbow dragging him out of the hotel room “Come motormouth, we’re gonna eat out.”

Meanwhile in a different universe…

Peter felt it, whatever it was exactly but he felt it. His chest filled with warmth and calmness, the hairs on the back of his neck standing. It wasn’t a dangerous feeling, it was a rather sweet feeling that put him at ease.

“Parker?.”

“I feel it too, I feel it too.”

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Be Grateful (Max & Goofy)

Originally Written: August 21st, 2022

Author: This is an Unfinished Story, I honestly forgot that I wrote this.

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“I’m not a Goof Up!.” Max denied whole heartedly glaring at his uncle as if he had just insulted the teen in the most horrible way possible. Big Pete stared down at his nephew with a look of ‘oh really?.’ That’s basically what it said and it only made the dog more irritated with the large cat.

“Really?, you do see the faces that my customers are making at you?.”

Max slightly hunched where he stood hesitantly looking over his shoulder to see some customers trying to help each other off the puddle of Coffee the young Goof managed to spill all over the floor, others had their food poured on top of their heads, trying their best to clean themselves off.

But aside from that they were all looking at Max, all sharing the same look on their faces. A Familiar look that Max has seen directed towards his own father, a look he probably did as well when his father would embarrass him.

It was anger and irritation. The pup didn’t like those looks.

“Like Father Like Son.” The cat said in a plain tone. Catching Max attention.

Max looked back at him with a mean glare.

“Of all my time working here, I never messed up and now that I do. The ONE time that I do, I'm suddenly a goof up!?.” Max accused glaring at his uncle.

“Watch your tone with me boy.” Pete warned glaring down at the teen.

Max huffed, unbelievable. Pete never seemed to have a cool down button.

The dog shook his head.

Unbelievable, just unbelievable.

“Your father really didn’t discipline you enough, speaking out of turn when you don’t have the right.”

Max continued to glare at him.

“Then again your father did always mess up anything he touched.” Pete spoke as he rubbed his chin as if he was thinking.

Max balled his hands into fist at his sides.

His dad didn’t mess up everything he touched— of course he could be embarrassing at Times— maybe annoying— very clumsy— BUT! it was all out of good nature. His dad never meant bad by it.

Goofy never got easily mad like Pete does with PJ at times, his dad was nicer— much more nicer and honestly Max is still surprised till this day that his father is friends with Pete— and as much as Max loves his Uncle Donald— he’s surprised that he’s friends with him as well.

His father may be embarrassing and an endangerment to himself— he was a good guy and always meant well.

Sometimes— sometimes Max knows he doesn’t deserve his dad, his dad that didn’t abandon him when his mother did— his dad who took care of him when he was only 19 graduating high school— who went to college but dropped out in his 2nd year due to Max. His father who tried to do his best to give Max a good life— his dad that loved him no matter what even when Max would treat him like shit and would rage at him like he was a horrible person.

“At least I don’t fear my Dad like how PJ fears you.” He grumbled under his breath.

“What was that?.”

“Nothing.”

“That’s what I thought, now go clean up that mess boy and make sure it’s spotless. This is coming out of your paycheck.” Pete shoved a bucket of soapy water and a mop into Max’s hand pushing him towards the dining hall.

Oh great.

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It Came Slowly (Ch.2 - Baffy)

When Daffy finally reached his trailer— Bugs still following, the rabbit took a good look at the ducks on set home and honestly… it looked pretty banged up.

What was once a clean gray colored trailer like all the others, it was brown— a dirty old brown on top of that. The rabbit thought back to what could’ve caused the change but nothing really came to mind he’ll have to ask Daffy later to see what’s up, both toon’s come to a stop when the duck has a hard time opening the door, the clamp that holds it together rusting against the lock making them both cringe.

Daffy speaks quietly to himself, grumbling with a mix of cursing his lisp coming out a bit. “Stupid door, stupid lock, stupid set, stupid Bugs.” He growled as the door finally opened unexpectedly— the toon falling over onto his front, a small grunt escaping him. Bug’s grimacing sympathetically for the duck.

‘Daffy Never Misses His Cue, even when he wants to.’

The rabbit leans over the duck staring at the back of his head pulling a carrot out from thin air like he always does— biting a piece off munching away.

“Eeeh, what’s up doc?.”

Daffy was up in seconds, if Bugs saw that he tripped he didn’t mention it. The duck always had two left feet.

“No, No, No! Not today!. I already had a hard morning! I don’t need the rest of my day ruined by the likes of YOU!.” The duck peeved as he poked the rabbit's chest.

Bugs head tilted to the side a bit, using his free hand to grasp the ducks finger moving it away— Daffy rips his hand away as if Bugs burned him. The rabbit became confused from the action.

“Daffy—.”

“Leave me alone!, why are you following me like a stalker you creep!.”

“We work on the same set—.”

“You always do this—.”

“Daffy.”

“Always put yourself somewhere you’re not needed—.”

“Daffy.”

“Put yourself somewhere you’re not wanted—.”

“Daffy.”

“Always bother people-.”

“Daffy!.”

“WHAT!?.”

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“Are you okay?”

The toons stood quiet, both staring at each other.

The silence stretched for a bit. Bugs took the silent moment to take in Daffy's appearance. The duck looked tired, some feathers out of place his pupils had that red ring around them when the duck would get genuinely angry or upset.

Daffy finally spoke.

“Leave me alone Bugs.”

The duck backed up into his trailer shutting the door behind him locking it.

There was no malice, no hate, no anger.

Just a silent plea.

And that’s what made the rabbit more concerned for the little black duck.

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Bugs: What’s Up Duck?.

Daffy glaring daggers into the side of the bunny’s face his beak on the back of his head.

Bugs: What’s Happened to your beak?.

Daffy: YOUR STUPID HUNTER IS WHAT HAPPENED!!.

Bugs ears vibrated at the ducks loud voice cringing on the inside.

It’s Duck season and Daffy can’t catch a break.