#Danny is a nervous wreck

[tanglepelt]

Dc x dp idea 134

Danny does not like leaving amity. When he’s not there he is in a stressed and anxious state. He knows he can run to the ghost zone in amity.

Everywhere else. Yea. The government can legally dissect him and he wouldn’t have easy access to safety. So no. No thank you. He will very much not go anywhere else.

Then of course a field trip happens.

Dannys forced to go. Lines like maybe you’ll see an alien. Their hero’s it’s perfectly safe. From the minute he gets there he is beyond stressed and on edge.

Then they go to the watchtower. They were so lucky they got the opportunity (heros definitely not just trying to see what’s up with amity discreetly after finding firewalls blocking info).

He is not discretely hiding it at all. Hovering by doors. Definitely not plotting if he could escape into the vacuum of space. Thinking about all the times the government tried to kill him. The sun wouldn’t kill him right? He could escape to the sun. Or how legally the league would have to turn him in. Like they work with the government. Just pure panic thoughts.

He is absolutely not thinking of every scenario that could happen. Definitely not spiraling the longer they are there.

It’s not like anyone could tell.

Everyone could tell. And with the panic as bad as it was. Well they did have a couple mind readers.

#dpxdc #dpxdc prompt #Danny is a nervous wreck #not in the scared way #but the way when you keep track of doorways #prepared for an attack #would flee not fight #like he would respond to them if talked with ease #just not very much #no trust in them #Danny may be so panicked that the thoughts are too much to ignore #he is spiraling #amity was hidden #to keep the leauge out of it #someone found the firewall #best place to start. kids #most liked heros. #amity Parker’s have mixed feelings

[hailsatanacab]

A title for that little post you rbed:

Three Can Keep A Secret If One Of Them Is Dead

Ooooooooooh love this - so it absolutely has to be Danny Phantom, and my first thought was: it's literally just the show lmao

But my second thought!!

It's an outsider pov fic, told in three parts, each part with a different narrator - except all three of the narrators are GIW agents interrogating one of our trio, because there's Something Off about Daniel Fenton and people are starting to notice

So we have three separate rooms, three separate agents interviewing simultaneously, and each part begins with the same, standard questions that quickly become more individualised as we delve into their characters

Danny tries to use the time to catch up on his sleep and when that doesn't work, he fidgets and tries to deflect every question - if they ask him anything about ghosts, he pretends to be scared and tells them that his parents are the experts and the GIW should really be asking them if they have questions. The agent just sighs and starts the round of questions all over again.

The agent dealing with Sam has a headache. He's had a headache since he entered the room because Sam will Not. Stop. Shouting. Yes, he'll make a note that the conditions detainees are kept in are appalling, he agrees it's a violation of her civil liberties (he doodles on his pad to make it look like he's taking notes - it's good to agree with her, perhaps she'll stop shouting and think he's on her side. Please stop shouting). Yes, he agrees that the GIW's weapons are a drain on the environment, but its a necessary one to keep people safe from ghosts and-oh, no, here she goes again. It's going to be a long day.

Tucker thinks he's in a spy film. He's having way too much fun with this. His agent has to explain to him for the fifth time that no, he doesn't get a lawyer when it comes to matters of national security. No, he doesn't get a phone call either. No, he can't have a go with one of their fancy jetpacks, and what do you mean, we'll never take him alive? Is he admitting he's a ghost? Thank the heavens his pager has just gone off (although... it's kind of weird to get a page from an unknown number), but he takes it because if he doesn't get out of this room soon he's going to snap. There's a reason he doesn't have kids.

Idk I think it would make a really interesting character study! Ooh maybe it could be written as a transcript, that'd be cool, I'm into it

Send me a fic title and I'll tell you what I'd write for it

#danny phantom #ask game #OR AS WELL #this would make a dope Corpse AU title #someone stumbling across them burying another one of Danny's corpses and them having to explain #or threaten or bribe their way out of it #thatd be cool too im into thay #thank you for the ask!!! it was fun #I've not thought about writing a pure dp fic before and uh.... i really enjoyed this as a prompt #idk if i know the characters well enough to do a study tho haha #i couldnt decide if tucker would be ridiculously over-confident and treat it like a spy game he's winning at #or if he'd be a gibbering nervous wreck haha #my writing #cab writes

[nouearth]

a star in the making.

chad meeks-martin x male reader x danny brackett.

wc: 4.8k. genre: smut. warnings: explicit sex, threesome, spitting, gagging, throat-fucking, slapping, rough-handling, double-penetration, dirty-talk, video recording, top!danny, top!chad, bottom!reader.

a/n: and i thought i couldn't get nastier.......

request: anon.

“and...” chad centered the tripod by the foot of the bed after locking the legs sturdy to the ground. the camera was tilted down at a slight degree, framing the bed into position, and once the stability met his standard, he pressed the record button with a smile. “we’re set.”

you’ve been watching him, bare except your briefs, kneeled on the bed while curiosity trapped your mouth into a vault. one, two, and three tripods surrounded the bed; one at each side, and the final one settled in the middle, directly feasting your obedience with its camera lens. when you looked to the left, so was danny, transfixed by the eagerness you held, and even sprouted, when all three cameras blinked red.

“all set from here.” danny chuckled, a gentle pat to the arm of the tripod assured its stability.

normally, others would be nervous, confidence beaten by nerves, if they were to be recorded like this.

as cliché as it sounded, you weren’t like others.

everywhere you turned, all eyes were on you, and you warmed another smile, shy yet alluring because you wanted this, and so did they. every blink of red fueled a need inside of you. a desire to perform, and you were motivated to make a stunning debut, even if it would only be in the hands and eyes of the two men.

“do you always record these stuff?” there was admiration in your eyes, and it reflected onto their smiles, egotistical and cocky, as each man gave the camera one more check.

“only those that are willing, and…” chad climbed onto the bed, towards you, until he found your lips in its scurried endeavor. sweet at first, but his tongue pushed your mouth open wider, merely having his fix of the taste of your desire. you took him in with a laugh, moaned when his tongue slid to you, over you, in an open-mouthed venture.

“those we think can take it,” a low whisper rumbled in the other side of your ear and before you could break away from the kiss, you were pulled to another pair of plump flesh, rougher now as danny held your jaw, tasted the remnants of chad, and most importantly—you. “take us with no problem.”

both of their warm bodies sandwiched you into a comforting embrace of heat and need. chad pressed his palm to your inner thigh, squeezing while his lips found a home near your clavicle. “introduce yourself.”

it was a pain for danny to tear himself from the kiss, but he does so at chad’s demand, pecking you once more on the center of your swollen pair before nodding towards the center camera. “scoot up a little. name, age, and why you’re here.”

you do as you were told, scooting up, though not too far from the nude pair, and gazed into the void of the camera lens as you revealed your name and age. “i’m here because…”

“i…” wary eyes found their way back to the two men, and they nodded, assuring you of the process, but also for you to continue it because you can smell it—lust. “want to be fucked.”

“whoa, someone has a potty mouth.” chad cracked, and danny joined with a chuckle. “quarter in the swear jar, (m/n).”

danny then reached over to pinch at the soft flesh on your waist, sucking in a lower lip because the gentlest touch made you jolt. “how do you want to be fucked?”

“you too, danny.” chad laughed, nudging the aforementioned man’s bare side with his elbow, and danny abided with another squeeze to your waist, dropping air into chad’s jar.

“i guess, well… hard.” the thought trailed your words into a mutter, and you took a beat before confessing, a rush of heat fled to your cheeks and neck. “i want to be wrecked.” your thumb began drumming on the mattress, hands planted by your hip. “don’t get me wrong, i love vanilla as much as anyone, but sometimes, you just need to spice things up.”

“i get that,” you felt a rough hand spider down your spine, then explored the canvas of your skin like a fresh book. the tensed muscles in your back told a story. from the way you shivered when he caressed near your waist, to the way you exhaled a heavy sigh he squeezed at your right shoulder, he wanted to dissect every fiber of your being—every chapter to the story. “so, you’re saying you’d do anything to get wrecked?”

“anything.” another breathy sigh fell to your lips when danny leaned forward to latch to the other side of your neck, suckling deep and hard enough to then draw a moan. a soft one, but nonetheless, he was endeared by it, persuaded to dig another one out of you, and he does so easily.

“anything?” danny mumbled into the sore spot of your neck before moving onto another patch of skin, repeating the same process while blindly taking your hand to rest on his erection, growing bigger and thicker in your palm.

in midst, chad stroked himself silently to the melt of your body, to the wet sounds of danny’s hickeys, to the goosebumps on your arm when he began fondling your thigh, to the sudden spring and hop of your cock, when danny made you squeeze your hand around him, guiding you in loose pumps. 

you can’t let go. not that you would want to in the first place, because he filled you up with girth, thick and heavy in your sweaty palm, unshaven thick hairs woven into the indentation of your fingers as you stroked danny’s cock, squeezed the pulsating veins until he was throbbing hard.

“you like that big cock?” danny unraveled your fist before slapping the thick of shaft onto the center of your palm, a smirk sprouted while you watched agape. hypnotized by the stiffness of his meat, then the bounce of his balls when he brought your hand beneath the sack, stroking himself to your enchantment. the thick and loose sack bounced heavily into your palm, even with the slowest rhythm, and it was embarrassing to admit how easily you could come undone from this.

“or do you like this big cock more, hm?” suddenly, your other hand felt warm, hot now as your fingers wrapped around another thick girth. more curved compared to the former, and you pleasantly confirmed it with your eyes, gulping down any forthcoming opinions. 

you couldn’t answer. they were both… so different. danny’s cock was bushier, plumper in the head with a thick skin covering majority of the glans, and curved downwards as if it was made to fuck your throat, as if the sheer weight of his own cock wasn’t able to sustain itself. while chad’s cock sported a proud curve, a slope that was practically made to accommodate the size of your hand and your needy strokes, and most importantly, as if it was made to break you. both of their cocks were, if you were being honest. you’d have no complaints if one were to switch roles with the other, because in the end, you’d have them either way.

in any way.

“both, you know i can’t decide, i—“ you swallowed and looked at chad, licking your lips when you switched your gaze back to his cock, then to danny’s, then back to chad’s again. a delirious dilemma ruined you, and your mouth itched to solve it.

“well, if you can’t decide then,” danny began kneeling tall on the bed, towering over your position, and chad followed suit. two shadows loomed over you, engulfed you with darkness, and you swallowed any amount of pride you had left because you never felt smaller. your hands released their cocks and you watched as their shadows swung heavily over your face like tree branches over a windowsill. “you’re going to have to work extra hard tonight.”

“i said i’d do anything,” musk was heavy in the air, and even more so when you inhaled beneath danny’s cock, the tip of your nose trailed along the downward curve, and then you juxtaposed it with chad’s, sniffing upwards like an animal in heat, touching yourself through your tightened briefs. “right?”

“right.” when your nose reached the tip of chad’s cock, chad took the perfect opportunity to shove your promise down your throat. 

thick and heavy on your tongue, your mouth stretched wide to lodge his length as far as you could, wetting and swallowing him with difficulty. it was further helped by danny’s palm on the back of your head, his fingers locked into your hair while he pushed you lower, denuding you into a gargled mess of gags and coughs.

“fuck, that’s a good boy. look at how well you’re taking chad’s cock.” danny’s grip on your hair was stronger, harder, as he yanked you up for barely a breath. you inhaled with a gasp, in what felt like a millisecond, before it was exhaled into another gag when he pushed the remaining oxygen into the pit of your stomach. your eyes closed tight when danny’s hold on you kept your mouth grounded to chad’s pelvis. chad shivered, exhaled with a guttural groan, while you swallowed him whole, with tears in your eyes, with a force on your head that refused your pleas to be released, and you liked it—no, you loved it.

you loved having your jaw ache, having to breathe through your nose and into chad’s shaven hairs. when you were pulled back, you loved feeling that cathartic release of stealing back the oxygen that was taken away from you. you also loved seeing your spit drench chad’s heavy cock, coating it with thick sheen and small bubbles enough to weigh—swing—him down because your gags were uncontrollable, undeniably resistible. the spit was a bridge from your lips to the plump, swollen tip of his cock, and you drove through it on your own terms with eagerness. an amused laugh flushed your skin, and you could feel danny’s hand drop to the back of your neck, grasping the skin as if it could close your throat around the mouthful of cock.

“god, your mouth is fucking made for this.” chad breathed out, his muscles flexed when you swallowed him in your hot throat. another gag curled the inside of your stomach, and you pulled back up to slurp around him, sniffling fresh air, then spitting back out when you just slurped. your hand worked soundly, spreading the thick and sticky mixture of your saliva over his entire length in one buttery stroke. “you’re a cock whore, aren’t you? look how much of a mess you are. look how eager you are to take us both.”

“practically foaming at the mouth.” danny’s grin was replaced with awe as the swell of your lips beat redder. then astonishment when you greeted him with a lazy, spitting smile. “fuck.” 

several wet strokes now before you turned towards danny to take him down your throat, conforming to the portrait they’ve expected—anticipated—of you. they remained kneeling, each by your side, and while you pumped chad’s wet cock, you deviantly inhaled danny’s with a prideful smile, the sound of their collective groans only fueling it further. saliva dripped copiously from your mouth, and you slurped whatever would try to leak out, even if your mouth was full.

“shit, that’s what i’m talking about,” he gently slapped the side of your cheek that bulged from his cock, groaning louder when you pressed the inside of the flesh harder to the swollen head. then again, and again, and you profusely took the several quick slaps until your cheek memorized the shape of his cock—every vein and every inch. “you like that big cock, don’t you?” the sound of your moan vibrated around him, and danny shuddered. “yeah, you do. fuck.”

there would be moments where your mouth felt overstuffed, so you’d release danny in one smooth, moaning pull, and tongue his balls. they bounced heavily on the flicking muscle, rolled within the messy slobber of your mouth, and twitched when you dragged the heavy weight all over your face, smearing the spittle and musk over your chin, lips, nose, forehead. back again, until it inked deep into you. you slapped danny’s cock several times onto your cheek, hard and wet on the bone, and you moaned, delirious, as you stuck your tongue out for him, staring up at the doting gaze that laved over you. 

until you smelled of nothing but a whore.

you then did the same to chad, because you were greedy. cock was all you could think about, and you wanted to drown yourself in it even if you couldn’t breathe. danny’s gaze over you were hazy when you alternated between sucks, and when you switched over to sucking off chad again, his were enlightened. “you look so good like this, fuck…” 

as if they read your mind, the two men scooted closer until the flush of your cheeks was surrounded by their cocks, dripping in your matter. the cameras winked with red, and you smiled towards the center while you stroked both the heavy weights simultaneously, alternating your tongue back to the glans after you refueled your breath.

“fuck, this is what i’m talking about.” your face scrunched when you pulled danny’s foreskin forward, squeezing the skin till it masked the swollen head, and you drooled when a thick string of pre-cum leaked from the slit. his moans fell along with the web of fluid, low and guttural as if you pulled those sounds straight from him.

before you could have a turn with chad’s cock, he was set on his own endeavor to rapture you as your mouth was back to being filled again. a gasp buried deep into your wet throat, words gargled now because danny unexpected pushed into your mouth as well, and all you could do was take it. you took their two cocks in your mouth, breathing quickly because you’ve never felt so full.

“holy fuck— that’s a good boy, fuck.“ chad breathed heavily, his hold on the back of your head stronger as he pushed you forward to their thrusts.

“god, where did you find him? haven’t felt a mouth like this in fucking forever.” danny groaned when your teeth brushed against him, and your heart raced because you needed to open your mouth wider. impossibly bigger to properly take the both of them. passion was fortified by their astounded comments, and you heard every appraisal in the book, quickly took your briefs off and stroke your cock to it, because you could come from this. 

from being full.

your mouth stretched with a sting building at the corners, and no matter how many times you tried to blink the feeling away, they only pulled the flesh open, wider, more and more, as they did their best to fuck into your throat. minuscule thrusts, careful not to hurt you, but nonetheless, driven by their animalistic need to wreck you. their cocks rubbed and poked together, against one another, veins throbbed unevenly into the back of your throat. there were lazy attempts to slurp the copious amount of saliva dripping out, but it was futile at this point when you were practically like a waterfall at this point. 

the cameras shamed you for who you were in this moment, calling you disgusting names as they watched you become a bubbling, gargling mess. as they watched chad and danny fuck into your gargles. helpless, but they weren’t here to save you. 

they were here to watch.

“fuck, baby—“ chad yanked your head back and you thankfully coughed out a mixture of a choke and a gasp before it could be trapped down your throat when he pulled you up for a kiss. sloppily and heavy, and you moaned heavenly when chad’s tongue was the completely opposite taste of his cock. “i think you deserve a reward, don’t you think, dan?”

“a big reward,” behind you, a strong pair of arms wrapped around your waist and pulled you back into a cozy embrace. the hairs on danny’s chest tickled your back at first, but soon it warmed you, chasing away the goosebumps the draft had left on you. though only briefly, because the familiar bumps returned when his lips found their way to your shoulder after you both fell back onto the bed. his arms around you guarded the impact, and you couldn’t have been more grateful for the warmth that engulfed you. “i think we should fulfill his wish to be wrecked, right? can’t have him leaving empty-handed, chad.”

ironically, you were sure that you were going to leave the night memorizing the shapes of their cock.

“i agree,” you could feel danny’s cock brush against your ass when he lifted your legs, his hands locked together over the bent of them while he pushed your knees to your chest, your body pinned to his. chad blew a playful whistle when the position exposed your hole to him, puckering and aching for some type of fill, and slathered a careless amount of lube over his cock, his hands, and your hole. “damn, i just know it’s going to be a tight fit. bet you haven’t gotten fucked in weeks, right?”

“m-mm...” a finger stammered your words as it slid in, gently pumped inside of you, worked you open until you were open enough to fit another digit. “it’s been a while—i need to be fucked, please.” you pleaded to chad, then to danny when you turned your head to kiss him on the lips, and the soft rubies vibrated when he chuckled, amused at your neediness.

“how badly do you want to be fucked again?” chad asked, a feign of cluelessness while he curled and parted his fingers, now three, inside you. knuckle-deep, wriggling within your tight walls.

“s-shit—so fucking bad, please. i’m begging.” your voice cracked, desperate to remind him, but you’ve lost the ability to form sentences, mere babbles now when danny stroked your cock with one hand, and held you back with the other. “please, i want to be wrecked—“

“okay,” his broad chest rose when he pulled himself out of you, amused by how truly desperate you were by the suction of your hole, clinging onto the loss heat and the air that had replaced him. he then brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking the taste of your musk off with a delighted hum, before positioning himself. “you earned it.”

in one smooth move, chad pushed your awaiting rapture back into you, and he was granted with the utmost exhalation. he held onto your knees while you captured him, welcomed him, whimpered for him, and blossomed for him, with warmth and keenness. “shit, fuck, danny. you gotta try him.” you felt yourself cling onto him, not wanting to let him go, when chad selflessly pulled himself out again despite your whines.

“yeah?” your body moved with danny’s as he adjusted himself beneath you, shifting into a more comfortable position, and once he does, you immediately felt swollen when he pulled you back again, opened you, and filled the loss of warmth with his own. it throbbed and pulsated heavily the more he slid his thick girth into you, and your arms sprawled out to grasp at the bedsheets, groaning and whimpering when you feel yourself stretched to the fullest. “fuck, everything about you is perfect, isn’t it? that fucking mouth of yours, and now this hole? fuck...”

they took their time with you, alternating between filling you up and stroking themselves when one sated their desires to completely ravish you with a thrust, and another, and another. you took each of them with pride, dazed because you were completely exhausted at this point, your muscles like jelly, but the stretch never failed to remind you where you were, ground you to reality, as the feeling burned into your brain.

a drunken stupor removed you of your thoughts, feelings, and sight. you thought of nothing but incredible, eye-rolling pleasure. you saw nothing but the sweaty bodies colliding against you, rocking into you. you felt nothing but the feeling of being full, of being stretched to your best ability. you were brain-numbingly fucked, sweat dripping from hairline to your cheek fucked, to your chest fucked, until you felt an incense of pain again. 

and the sweat seemed to have stung now. it was near your fill, a prod to your hole despite danny already occupying his rightful spot, and you felt a slow push that roped a groan from within you. “shit—“

“hold still,” danny breathed into your ear, then suckled on your earlobe to distract you from the painful intrusion down south. his palm squeezed your cock, stroking it now, while he rubbed your stomach as if it would open you up from underneath. “just keep breathing.”

“you’re a good boy, right? be a good boy for me—us, hm?” chad was huddled over you, his shadow masked the pain in your expression, but it melted when he kissed you again, sweetly compared to before. you could only return it shortly before you choked out an uncomfortable moan into his mouth. he pushed himself further into your occupied hole with a staggered groan, joining danny in its burial, and kissed you once more to let you adjust to the stretch of their two cocks.

“o-oh, god…” it knocked every breath out of you, even when you were laying still. your walls burned uncomfortably, stung around the two cocks that had fill you up with so much weight, yet you couldn’t have been more grateful. you were intoxicated in this state, and one would describe you as fucking mad for even attempting to take the two men at once.

but you weren’t like others.

“fuck me,” you hadn’t even had a chance to adjust to the stretch, but you knew you would eventually. impatience ran through your blood, and adrenaline followed in another route through your veins. “fuck me.” you said clearer, rocking your hips against them, and they collectively groaned when you squeezed tight. your cock twitched during this matter, and with one final kiss to your lips from chad, a wet one to the underside of your jaw, you felt yourself blossom completely.

danny began with slow ruts, rubbing his thick girth against chad’s while he held onto your waist. you groaned at every moment, but with every thrust, the pain began to slowly subdue itself into a river of familiarity. “shit, fucking feels amazing, fuck.”

then chad followed once you opened up for them, impressively more and more within minutes, and he thrusted with alternating patterns. slow at first, but he picked up the pace when you pulled him down for a kiss, begging into his mouth for more. more of him, more of danny, more of their cocks, more. 

whenever danny would roll up into you, chad would pull his hips back, and it didn’t take very long for them to establish a see-saw like rhythm. you were in a constant state of elation as they repeatedly filled you, slamming into your sweet spot like hey had memorized it from the first time they brushed against it. 

“fuck!” your body bounced in correlation with danny’s own hips, roughly thrusting up into you, while chad was the top layer that sandwiched you into a behemoth hold, chasing after his own high with eager plunges. the bed creaked louder, adding into the symphony of wet skin becoming vulnerable with one another, opening for one another, entering and filling one another. and your moans, their moans. they were the consonance and dissonance of the explicit music that your bodies had constructed. 

labored breaths tickled your ear and thick air surrounded your folded body. you have never felt so stretched, so pleasantly used, and the two men thought same same, fucking into you at the same rhythm now. both of their cocks drove into you, shoved themselves into you, forced themselves past your limit until they broke you. you screamed in delirious might, clutched at chad’s chest, then reached back to tug at danny’s hair, then released to fuck your fist. it was a sight to behold, a feeling many would be envious of, and you were reminded that the cameras were on you. all of this could be known, could be shown, and everyone could know how incredible you were. 

how much of a star you were, how perfectly constructed you were made to be fucked, and your eyes rolled back, denuding yourself of those thoughts with several strong pulses. “s-shit!”

you came with a splatter, shooting all over your chest and body while you continued to stroke yourself through the messy reelease. your fist was drenched in cum, as was your body, and you felt some of it leaking to your side as the motions of danny’s thrust and chad’s rocked you. “f-fuck! keep fucking me, fuck! fill me up—“ 

fuck,” back and forth, they did. they propeled into you with a similarly hysterical state of mind. in and out, your ass burned with their two cocks constantly digging inside of you, violating every crevice while you rode out your orgasm. your hand naturally fell back as you took them, and danny’s mouth wrapped around your cum-covered fingers, suckling them off, and the salty taste was the final garnish that winded him into staggered pants of your name. with one last exertion of his hips, his thick cock pulsated once, twice, three times before completely spilling his load into you. “oh fuck… fuck, that was good.”

the warmth of danny’s thick cum pooled around chad’s cock, and he panted, his muscles flexing under the ceiling lights while he plunged himself deep into you, deep into the warm seed untill his shaft was practically covered in it—lubed thick. his shallow thrusts splattered the cum onto his heavy sack, webbing it to your ass, and chad pressed one more kiss to your lips again, tasting you before his sense of reality was sucked away by the holy gods, then expelled out into a series of unholy moans. “i’m going to come, fuck—“

with danny’s cock softening, chad added onto the pile of his cum, shooting load after load inside of you, spreading the thick of his seed all over the violation that they had caused you with sloppy thrusts, creaming the inside of your breached hole and his swollen dick until the pull of softening cocks released all that cum that had resided in you. they came out in squelches, thick and drool-worthy as it ran down your ass, and your hole twitched unevenly, not used to the feeling of emptiness. you clenched at whatever was left inside of you, a layer of cum that continued to naturally ooze out like whipped cream. if chad had another load left inside of him, he’d easily shower you in it. but instead, he watched, marveled in the beauty of your red, sore, and puckering hole, beating and pulsating from the wreck it had endured.

“fuck…” you exhaled a sigh of relief when you were able to finally put your legs down. they immediately tangled into danny’s as soon as you rolled off of him, and joined his side. 

he took you in, an arm around you pulled you closer, and the man took a moment to examine your face. a gentle hold to your chin, then a caress of his thumb to your lips. “you good?”

“yeah...” a half-smile graced his thumb, and you kissed the pad of it before averting your gaze to chad. sweat dripped from his bare body as he stopped the recording for each individual camera. the red blinked once more, and never returned for the remainder of the night.

you curled into danny’s embrace, using his chest as a pillow, and closed your eyes to the sound of his heart slowly approaching its normal rate.

“so,” a weight shifted on the bed, and then a strong, yet gentle hand caressed your arm. “i have a favor to ask.”

“what is it?” you murmured, eyes still shut. the comforting skim of chad’s palm anchored you to danny’s chest, but you gathered enough energy to drowsily peek behind you once before returning.

“there’s this frat party, and…” large digits spidered your arm in a playful manner, and you could hear the smile in his voice. “was wondering if you’d like to come?”

“yeah?” laughing, you tore yourself from danny, who was already in deep sleep snoring his high away, and turned to face chad. he was leaning over the side of the bed, one foot to support his weight, and your hand moved to play with the soft curl of his hair. “how many guys?”

“wanted to keep it a surprise, but…” he pulled the rest off his body onto the bed, embracing your sticky body close to his own. “may or may not be in…” he trailed off, looking up to silently count sheep.

“in...?” you sang inquisitively, though a whisper to not wake danny, and chad’s smile awakened foolishly before confessing.

“in the double digits.” 

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[theres-a-body-here]

Ghostface with Creep!reader Part 2

Ever since you and Danny made your little movie, it went without saying that you two were now a couple

And he's pretty clingy

Like a cat

In between trials he lays his head on your lap at the campfire

Like he owns it

Arms behind his head along with a loud content sigh

He glances to make sure the other killers are watching

"Babe, you're sooooo comfy"

The others either roll their eyes or groan

He chuckles and then rolls over to press his face into your stomach

"Mhhhmmhhmmmhhh"

You let him move into your realm since he never had one

(Think Haddonfield but sunny)

You give him the tour

"And this is where I filmed Jenny's death. She screamed a lot"

"That's hot babe" camera flash

You show him your home

Or at least the Entity's recreation of it

He looks around as you stand proud

There's a long pause

Silence fills the air

"Hey wolfie......your home blows ass"

You slump

siggghhhhh "I know"

Danny helps you spruce up the place while you're at a trial

"Trust me babe, I know what I'm doing. I once killed a interior home designer"

Returning from your trial, you step into the realm once more and enter your "home," the place where Danny had undertaken the task of redecorating. As you take in the changes, you're surprised to find that he's actually done a good job. Furniture has been shifted around to create a more balanced layout, and paintings adorn the walls, adding a touch of life to the otherwise eerie space. You notice it's some of Carmina's work.

You can't help but wonder if he "borrowed" the artwork, considering his........Danny-ness

However, your gaze lands on something that doesn't quite fit the rest of the decorations. A wall adorned with Polaroids depicting his past murder victims catches your attention. It's a stark contrast to the rest of the aesthetic changes he's made.

"Damn it, Danny, the composition is all wrong," you mutter with a hint of frustration, your annoyance stemming from his lack of attention to aesthetics. The Polaroids are haphazardly nailed to the wall, without any discernible pattern or arrangement.

Beside you, Danny simply shrugs and looks at you with an impish grin.

"Well, can't please everyone, can I? Besides, I thought it'd be a fun way to show off my... accomplishments," he responds with his characteristic smugness, his tone unapologetic.

Rolling your eyes at Danny's response, you can't help but mutter a teasing insult under your breath. "Moron," you scoff, your words laced with affectionate amusement.

You both go on stalking dates

Meaning you sneak around the survivor camp and record them from afar

You both giggle like schoolgirls when you throw a pebble at Dwight's head

The nervous wreck of a leader is so confused as he darts his head around

You record everything on your camcorder

"Wolfie, lemme try. Record this"

"Okay, ready"

You focus your viewfinder on Dwight, expecting another pebble

Something suddenly pierces Dwight's neck at full speed

It makes a squelching sound and then a crack as it hits bone

Dwight falls dead

Danny deadass threw his knife at Dwight

The survivor camp erupts into chaos

Danny grabs your hand as you two hightail it out of there

You're both laughing like hyenas

The Entity makes you both walk Demogorgon around the entire realm as punishment

For a whole week

Well at least you're together

As you and Danny navigate the Yamaoka estate, you hold the leash that's tethered to the Demogorgon. The creature's towering form is a stark contrast to the mundane concept of a "dog," yet here you are.

"Hey, Danny, can you hold the leash?" you inquire, a hint of mischief dancing in your voice. Danny simply shrugs and nods as he takes the leash from your hand. You watch with a faint smirk as he wraps the leash around his hand.

Taking advantage of the moment, you calmly reach down to your boot and retrieve a sliver of jerky. With a casual, nonchalant demeanor, you extend the treat towards the Demogorgon. "Here, boy, fetch," you utter, your tone tinged with amusement as you toss the jerky away from you.

In an instant, the Demogorgon reacts, its predatory instincts kicking in as it lunges after the jerky. The force of its movement catches Danny off guard, and he's practically yanked off his feet, the leash becoming a makeshift tether that tugs him along like a ragdoll.

"Asssshoooollllleee!" Danny's indignant yell carries through the air, the word drawn out as he's pulled farther away from you. His insults grow faint as the distance between you increases, his voice eventually becoming a distant echo.

A bout of genuine laughter escapes your lips. Maybe punishment wasn't so bad as long as Danny was there.

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[gingiesworld]

Meet Me Underneath The Tree

Leigh Shaw x GN! Reader

Warnings: Fluff

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18+ MINORS DNI

Y/N and Leigh had been going strong for two years, two years since the fling between herself and Danny ended. Two years since she cut all ties with her dead husband’s family. Needing a new start herself, she found something in the new instructor her mom hired for Beautiful Beast. Y/N was a self defense instructor, helping the women who had paid to be taught self defense, Leigh had also noticed how smooth their voice was as they spoke. Considering what they taught, they had a gentle nature about them, and Leigh had experienced that for the two years of their relationship, even through the arguments that she had started, they remained by her side.

“So, you’re finally popping the question?” Amy asked Y/N as Leigh was teaching her class.

“Yeah.” They answered, a nervous smile on their face. “I know she has suffered a lot, but I want to be there for her, show her that she will always have something to breathe for.”

“She’s so lucky.” Jules groaned as she handed the ring back to Y/N. “So, what’s your big plan?” Y/N explained their plan to them, wanting to make the moment as special as possible. Soon enough cutting the conversation short when Leigh stepped out of the studio.

“What am I interrupting?” She questioned with a raised brow as she dried the sweat from herself.

“Nothing.” Jules answered quickly.

“Jules was just telling us what her plans are with Tommy.” Amy answered her confidently. “The two of them have decided to grace us with their presence this christmas.” Leigh beamed at her sister.

“That’s amazing.” She wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “It was too quiet last year without you.” Everyone chuckled as Jules sent Amy a glare.

Y/N had remained a nervous wreck leading up to Christmas eve. They had their doubts, what if she says no? What will happen to their relationship? But Leigh never failed to make them see that they are just as important to her as she is to them.

“Mom wants my help with the decorations.” Leigh told Y/N as she grabbed her coat. “She said something about Jules and Tommy coming around tonight and celebrating.”

“Ok.” Y/N nodded with a smile.

“I’ll be back in time for our little tradition.” She told them as she pressed a kiss to their lips. Y/N sighed as the door closed behind her, looking at the ring one last time before they made their own preparations.

“So, how is it with you and Y/N?” Amy asked her as the two prepared the food for Christmas dinner.

“It’s great.” Leigh answered her unsurely. “But I can’t help but feel as though they are pulling away from me.”

“How so?” Amy pressed on as Leigh wiped her hands on the towel.

“They’ve been distant with me.” She sighed as she rubbed her brow. “Maybe I’m just too much, my mood swings and outbursts are too much for them.”

“I don’t think that is the case.” Amy assured her as Leigh looked at the time. “I can see how they look at you Leigh, you are their whole world.”

“I just, I can’t shake this feeling like it may be the end.” She whispered shakily. “I don’t want this to be the end because I am so in love with them that it physically hurts me being away from them.”

“Tell them.” Amy told her. “Let them know everything you’re feeling.” Leigh nodded as she received a text from Y/N.

Meet me underneath the tree.

“I have to go.” Leigh sighed as she grabbed her coat, heading towards the little spot that had become theirs over the two year period. Her heart beat in her chest as she spotted Y/N in the distance, just staring out into space. “Y/N.” She breathed out, gaining their attention, watching as they took a shaky breath.

“Hi.” They smiled at her before continuing. “I honestly had a whole other plan for this, but then I figured here would be a better place.”

“No.” Leigh spat out, taking Y/N by surprise. “I am not letting you end what we have!” Y/N was shocked by the words coming from Leigh’s mouth. “We have worked too damn hard to be where we are now and I don’t want to throw that away because I love you. I love you so damn much and I can’t. I won’t lose you or what we have.” She closed her eyes as she took a deep breath, opening them to see Y/N down on one knee, holding a ring in their hands.

“Leigh, I never, ever want to lose you.” They started as Leigh took a shaky breath. “I guess maybe my nerves these past few weeks haven’t helped either of us.” They chuckled lightly. “I have known for a while now that my future is meant to be spent by your side, living each day together, maybe starting a family one day, but I know I need you in my life Leigh. I love you with every fiber of my being and I will love more and more with each passing moment. So, will you marry me?”

“Yes.” She whispered as her tears flowed freely, smiling as Y/N had put the ring on her finger, noticing her wedding ring and engagement ring were no longer on her finger from her previous marriage.

“Your rings?” They questioned as she cupped their face.

“I haven’t worn them for months.” Leigh told them. “I guess I felt ready to let go of Matt and focus on the life I will have with you.” They smiled before kissing her softly, holding her close as the kiss broke, pressing their foreheads together, ready to live for their future together.

#leigh shaw #leigh shaw x you #leigh shaw imagine #leigh shaw x reader #leigh shaw x y/n #leigh shaw x gn reader #leigh shaw x gender neutral reader #elizabeth olsen imagine #lizzie olsen x you #lizzie olsen x reader

[gretavangroupie]

Songbird

Word count: 2.4k+

Pairing: Josh x Female Reader

Warnings: Language, Angst, Drinking, Fluff.

A/N: This idea came to me after watching a soundcheck tiktok, and I had to get it out. Hope you enjoy.

Sitting in the front row of seats at The Greek Theater, you nervously pick at your fingernails. 

You could tell he was still nervous and just wanted you there for support. You typically don’t attend the soundchecks since they only last an hour or so. You like to spend the time getting ready, and packing up Josh’s bag for the night. You don't like him to have to worry about anything on show days, so doing this one small thing for him always seems to help his stress level before shows. 

Today however, was different. He has been on edge about this performance for a few weeks. The setlist was set in advance and there was no changing it. It’s the second night of the two shows for Strange Horizons in Los Angeles, and tonight they will be recording the set for the live album. Now, this usually wouldn’t be a problem but there is one thing that has Josh absolutely worked up and it’s the one thing he is usually never worried about. Singing. 

He spent all week telling you how nervous he was about tonight’s performance and how challenging one of the songs is vocally. Hyping himself up all week and practicing as much as he could. They almost never perform said song because by the end his voice is maxed out. But since these albums will be the sister albums to their newest album, they had no choice but to perform it at atleast one of the shows and tonight was the night. You could sense the anxiety in his voice, in his posture, in everything. It was rare to see him like this and knowing that there was not really anything you could do to help, was taking its toll on you. 

Josh paced around the hotel room all morning, practically wearing holes into the carpet, drinking his throat coat tea and trying to speak as little as possible. So when he finally did speak and asked you to come to soundcheck, you nodded your head in agreement. If just this one thing would help him to relax, you’d do it. Your phone buzzed on the dresser as Josh was getting dressed.

Jake: How’s he doing?

You: He’s a wreck…he has been pacing all morning.

Jake: I figured, I swear I can feel his nervous energy from 5 rooms away.

You: We will see you down there soon.

Jake: We will talk him down, it will be okay.

The entire drive to the theater, Josh fidgeted nervously, and you just held his hands, and tried to reassure him that everything would be fine. But deep in your heart you were just as nervous as he was. Jake shot you a questioning look from the seat in front of you and you nodded to him. An unspoken yeah, he’s still panicking. 

As you arrive at the venue, you all file out of the van and into the back gate. You walk hand in hand, fingers intertwined with his rubbing his knuckles to try and help him calm down. The guys make small talk with him but Josh is laser focused. The last time you saw him like this was when they were in the thick of recording the album.

As they approach backstage you give him a quick kiss and a good luck, and you and the girls retreat to your seats at the very front row.

That's where you find yourself, now. Anxiously watching them get settled on stage to begin soundchecking. 

Jake nods to Josh in a silent ‘you ready’ and Josh gives him a quick nod back. They play through a few songs and everything sounds great, Josh sounds perfect and you can see a bit of his usual confidence coming back to his demeanor.. A misstep from Sam on a chord awards him a concerned look from Jake and Josh, to which he laughs and continues. 

A little bit later you see Sam make his way over to his piano set up and you swallow harshly knowing that they are about to do it. Sam and Danny exchange a nervous look as they see Josh start to pace the stage. 

Jake walks over to Josh and says something indistinguishable, giving his shoulder a quick squeeze before returning to his spot. 

Sam nods to Jake and starts the intro to Tears of Rain. 

So far so good. Josh sounds good, and he’s gonna do fine…

As he sings the first line of the song, all is well. You know the part he is questioning and it's towards the end, so if he can just hit that note now, you know that he will feel better and have a great show tonight.

Your knee nervously bounces on the concrete as you see Josh’s eyes shoot over to you. You look directly into his and hope he can find that comfort that he needs. As he sings the line in question, he clamps his eyes tightly shut and uses every ounce of effort that he has to hit that note. 

Shit. He was so close.

His voice cracks, and he stops singing all together. Sam and Jake quickly look at each other and you can tell they are nervously preparing for the blowback of Josh’s frustration. 

He is mad, and swings the microphone down to his side as he curses outwardly.

The girls clap for him to show their support and he turns to look at them, and you are pretty positive that if looks could kill they would both be dead.

You bite your lip as they turn to you. “He hates to be patronized.” you giggle.

“Play it again.” he commands. The music stops, and they all look at each other to start again.

Second and third time was not the charm. 

Fourth time came yelling, and the fifth time Josh walked off the stage. 

The guys all stayed on stage, knowing better than to approach him when he is like this. It took everything in you to not run back there to find him, but you knew he would be back out. He’s anything but a quitter. 

A few minutes later he comes back out, with a bottle of water and says something to Jake, followed by Danny and Sam. Knowing him, he is apologizing for storming off, but they all know that it's a taxing song and don't think much of it. 

Instead of playing it again, they move on and work their way through a few other songs, before calling it. You and the girls stand up, and walk back to the gate to be let through. You meet up with the guys and you can tell Josh is absolutely beating himself up even though he is trying to play it off. His hand reaches for yours and squeezes it tightly as you all walk back to the van. 

He is silent on the way back to the hotel and you know that as soon as you get back to the room he is going to unleash. His hand grazes the top of your thigh back and forth as he listens to the guys talk and your mind wanders to how you are going to approach the situation rapidly drawing nearer.

Pulling up outside the hotel, you make a plan to meet back here in 2 hours to head to the venue for the night, and you all make your way to the elevators. Stepping into the room a few minutes later, Josh dives head first into the bed, stuffing his head into the pillows.

You kick your shoes off and sit on the bed next to his feet, untying his shoes and throwing them on to the floor next to yours. As he lays on his stomach you feel his hand reach out of yours next to him, grabbing it in his. He just needs to feel you, and feel comfort.

You thought he would be yelling and tearing himself apart, but you were wrong. You push yourself back to the head of the bed to lay next to him. You both lay in silence for a few minutes as you lightly scratch his back over his white shirt.

“You know, I told them when we recorded it that I didn't know if I would ever be able to perform it.” he says muffled through the pillows. “It took nearly ten takes in the studio too.” 

You roll to your side to face him, and he turns his head to look at you.

“You can do it baby, I know you can. You did it for that candlelight session and it was so beautiful. You are just thinking too much. Just sing, you and I both know you can do it.” you say quietly.

He pulls himself closer to you, and you turn onto your back as he rests his head on your chest. You rub your fingertips through his scalp and scratch as he sighs.

“I know I can do it. I just wanted to nail it one time today. I thought maybe if I just…I just want to get it right for them. They love this song. They want to play it. The fans want to hear it. I feel like, if I can't hit the note…” he sighs again. 

“I feel like they will be disappointed. I don't want to let them down.” he whimpers, and you feel a warm wet drop on your shirt.

You cradle his head in your arms and just hold him. You know he needs to let his emotions out, so you just lay there and let him.

“No one will be disappointed baby I swear. No one.” you whisper into his curls. You feel another wet tear form a spot on your shirt. You rub his hair off of his face and kiss his head.

“When we get there tonight, just go in the bathroom, try again. If you’re still feeling nervous, talk to Jake, tell him to come in early if he sees you start to struggle. Point your mic to the crowd, let them sing it for you. Don’t stress it my love. Everything will work out exactly how it's supposed to.” you say with another kiss to his head.

“Will you stand backstage? At least for that song? Just need to see you before I do it.” he asks.

“Of course, I’ll be wherever you need me.” you reply.

He wraps his arms around your waist and kisses your stomach before laying his head back down over your heart. “I love you” he sighs. 

“Love you more.” you reply. His hand grabs yours and places it back on his head, indicating he would like more scratches so you oblige and lay there with him for just a few minutes longer wondering how you got so lucky.

An hour and a half later, you are both ready to go. His bag is packed, you are dressed and your hair and makeup is done. He has showered and refreshed his curls and he has his to-go cup of tea in hand. 

You make your way to the lobby to meet the others and you grab his hand and he spins to meet your gaze. “I know you’re about to get into your zone but, I love you. No matter what. You’re still my songbird.” you say.

His free hand slides up to meet your face, “I love you too, couldn’t do this without you.” he says, pressing a gentle kiss to your lips.

“AYE!” Jake shouts in his fake British accent, “No kissin in the lobby!” he laughs as he meets up with you.

You talk and laugh as you make your way to the van, loading in and heading to the venue. Josh seems to be a little more relaxed than earlier, but you all can tell he is still tense.

Making your way backstage, Josh talks to Jake, and makes a plan for if things don’t work out how he wants them to. 

God, I hope they do… 

For a few hours, you mill around in the green room, talking, drinking and watching them all get ready. You talk to Josh and help calm his nerves and he tells you that he is feeling good, and is hoping for the best. He is in a beautiful royal blue velvet jumpsuit with silver stars embroidered on it. He looks like an angel. Your very own angel.

Ten minutes till the show, you all make your way to the stage and you watch as they all get their monitors on and their respective instruments. Josh dashes over to you, and kisses you one more time. “See you on the other side, my love.” he smiles.

“Love you, I’ll be here if you need me.” you reply as he runs up the stairs. 

The first half of the show has gone amazing, Josh sounds so good and the other guys are playing amazingly. You know that there is only a few minutes until the moment of truth and you link arms with Jake's girlfriend for support. She rubs your hand and tells you that he is going to be fine and you nod as you hear the intro start. Josh tells the crowd he is scared of this one, almost giving himself an out just in case. 

Josh looks over to you, just like he said he would and you blow him a kiss, causing a smile to spread across his face. He winks and turns back to the crowd and you hold your breath as he begins to sing. 

So far so good…

As the moment comes, and he absolutely nails that high note, your heart bursts with pride. 

He did it.

You jump up and down with excitement and the girls join you as you quietly cheer for him.

As the song ends he looks back to you and you smile at him, his beaming smile flashing back. 

The rest of the show goes perfectly and they end the night on a high note. Literally. They make their way off the stage Josh runs straight into your arm and groans into your neck in relief.

“I told you, you could do it baby. I’m so proud of you.” you say.

“I couldn’t have done it without you. Love you so much.” he says, still trying to catch his breath.

“Love you too Josh, but it wasn’t me…You sang from the heart and it paid off.” you smile, walking back to the dressing rooms.

“You’re my heart, it was all for you.” he kisses your cheek and you lean into his hold on your waist. 

“But I’m never singing that fucking song again.”  he says with a cheeky smile, and a smack of your ass. 

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[jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka]

Here we have arrived on part 6! If you’ve made it this far, my condolences. If not you can get started here on part 1.

Pairings: Sam Kiszka X Danny Wagner (yeah I know) **slash pairing

Warnings and tags: 18+ ONLY!!!, m/m sexual situations, slash of course, unrequited love, some talk about childhood love, jealousy, smoking, talk about sexuality, lots of angst, third person POV Danny and Sam, restaurant AU

Word count: 5.4k

The sound of Danny’s keys jangling as he pulled them from his belt loop and struggled to mindlessly fit them into the lock rattled through his head. Once he successfully got the tiny silver key into the pesky little hole he turned it to realize that the door was already unlocked. Sam was home.

He inhaled deeply as he pushed the door open and stepped inside. Part of him hoped Sam was already in bed, wanting to ignore this until morning, but the other larger, more urgent part was yelling at him to get his ass over to Sam’s room and explain himself before the tension got worse.

Sam must have had the same mental push, because he slipped his head out his door when he heard Danny stepping down the hallway.

“Where were you?” He asked solemnly, like he was unbothered with whether Danny had come home tonight or not. Wouldn’t have been the first time he didn’t come home anyways. Still he wanted to acknowledge that he did come home.

“I went to Jake’s apartment. He wasn’t there” he replied, eyes transfixed on Sam’s distant expression to see if he would react. Nothing.

“Hey, can we talk?”

Sam didn’t speak, only followed Danny into the living room where they had both sat and laughed with each other only a couple of days prior. It felt hard to recall it now, when his feelings were so mixed up and twisted tight through his insides that he felt like he was suffocating.

Danny couldn’t take the silent treatment. He knew Sam was exploding inside. He had to be, because he was. His entire world had come crumbling down on top of him in that shady supply room, and he’d been running around since trying to pick up all the pieces. Everything he reached out to grab though turned into sand and slipped through his fingers causing him to sink further down into a pit of desperation.

Where do I start? He asked himself as he took a seat on one end of the couch. His hands were clasped so tight his knuckles were turning white and he was squeezing and twisting them around each other in a nervous twitch.

“What do you want to know? I’ll tell you anything Sam. I just want to fix this”.

Sam stayed standing at the other end of the couch, looking down at Danny’s wrecked form slouched over. He’d never seen him so upset before, and made it hard for him to believe that he really didn’t feel something for Jake if this was how he reacted. “When did it start?”

He didn’t really want to know. Actually not knowing the details was the only thing holding him together right now, but he asked for Danny’s sake. To let him get it all out.

“A couple of months ago” Danny answered honestly and simply. “At Josh’s going away party”.

“Okay” Sam responded with a long exhale, but still, nothing.

“Okay?” This was maddening. How was Sam still so calm? It felt like every bit of emotion Sam was hiding from him boiled inside his own being, threatening to spill out.

“Yeah, okay” his voice came out with an edge this time, a crack in his shell. “Makes sense. That’s when you started staying out and acting like you were hiding something”.

“We weren’t trying to hide anything” he was feeling a little defensive now. Sam was making it out to sound like what he and Jake had been doing was wrong when it had felt anything but. “There just wasn’t much to say about it. We were just casual. Hooking up every now and then”. He hoped that would clear the air. Show that despite the recent addition of sex to their relationship Danny and Jake were just the same friends they always were.

Only that seemed to make it worse for Sam. His body started to shake a bit as he forced his arms to remain down by his sides instead of flailing them through the air with a huff and marching back off to his room to slam the door shut and end this maddening conversation.

“You were just hooking up with my brother? My brother Danny?”

“What’s the problem with that Sam?” Now Danny was second thinking about coming clean at all. At least not until he was certain that Sam definitely wouldn’t hate him after tonight. “Is it because it’s Jake…” he paused to swallow the lump in his throat, “or because he’s a guy?”

Sam was taken aback. Of course it was because it was Jake, but did Danny actually think he would care about his sexuality?

Now that he thought about it, they had never had this talk before. He always just assumed Danny was straight because he’s only ever seen him go after girls before.

“You know I don’t judge people like that man” he mumbled, kicking a piece of the rug underneath them that had always had a little ripple in it since they’d found it at an old consignment shop together.

It was when they first moved to Nashville, everything had felt so new to them, new city, new stage in life. New apartment that felt so cold and hard and empty compared to both their parents' very lived in and cozy homes.

So when they found the shop they entered with the intent to find something eclectic to warm up their new space, and ended up bartering with an old lady on the rug.

Danny hated it at first, said it was too loud and probably had years worth of other people's dirt and grime ground into the vibrant colored fibers. Sam insisted they have it though, especially after he’d sweet talked the lady down fifty bucks and the promise to stop by and see her again sometime. He and Danny had carried the rolled up rug three blocks and had to rearrange the whole living room to get it underneath the couch and table just the way Sam had envisioned when he first saw it.

Once everything was finally put into place and Danny was huffing, covered in a light sheen of sweat from having done most of the heavy lifting, Sam saw it. The rug hadn’t been laid exactly straight before setting the couch on it, so a small barely noticeable ripple was caused.

“I am not moving that couch again” Danny groaned when Sam pointed it out. He lifted the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off the top of his lip, revealing the dark trail of hair from his navel down to where his old faded jeans sat low on his hips.

Sam knew it would bother him to no end, but he gave Danny a break and decided he’d find some other time to move things around again.

Now still wasn’t that time, but Sam’s eyes were fixated on that part of the rug as he spoke.

“So, are you into guys then?”

He didn’t watch Danny, but he could hear the way he shifted on the couch, the way his breathing quieted as he baited his breath on his response. “Some guys, yeah”.

A vague answer. Still hiding something.

“What like Ryan Reynolds? Cause everyone likes him that doesn’t mean you’re gay”.

Even with the heaviness still in the air, the weight of the conversation they were trying to have, Danny couldn’t help but laugh a little bit at the absurdity of Sam’s reply. “You do realize Ryan Reynolds is like 50 now right?”

Sam let out a small choked chuckle too, and their eyes finally met again. A little of the intensity faded away with the laughter making both of them realize that even though they’d had quite the shock, neither of them wanted to fight.

“And I never said I was gay. I’m not sure what to label myself yet, or if I even want to, but if you must know I do think Ryan Reynolds is kind of hot”.

Thinking it was safe now, Sam moved to take a seat next to his friend on the couch, and even went as far as to put a comforting hand on his knee, showing him that he was glad they were finally clearing all of this up.

Sam’s touch grounded Danny. It was time. He couldn’t even attempt to make excuses for himself anymore. Like he was just waiting for Sam to ask the right question, because he had. Sam had asked him last time they were sitting like this on the couch together if he loved anyone and Danny had been too frightened to tell the truth.

“Listen Sam,” he began, the nerves still there, and they would be until he got this out. “the reason why we were just casual was because Jake knew I liked someone else. Someone he knew meant the world to me and we agreed we would never do anything to hurt that person intentionally”.

His hand retreated from Danny’s leg, running through his hair instead to toss it back so it wouldn’t get caught as he leaned back onto the couch and stared up at the ceiling. There was a suspicion that he maybe knew the person Danny was referring to, but he still asked to hear it for himself. “Who?”

“You Sam. It’s you, it’s been you”.

There it was. Out in the open, Danny’s big secret he’d kept hidden for years. Sam was surprised, but he couldn’t say he was entirely ignorant.

There had always been a special connection between the two of them. Sam felt safe with Danny in a way he didn’t feel with anyone else, ever, but did he have any urges that extended beyond being platonic? That was a tantalizing question, one he thought the only way to find the answer to was to try and see.

Sam closed his eyes for a moment, trying to envision something, anything, that involved him and Danny being together.

His mind blanked, but then he heard Danny shift on the couch. The sound of his clothes rustling made images of what he’d accidentally seen tonight flash through his head. Him with his hands buried in Jake's hair, Jake’s hand down the front of his pants, their lips locked together… Now definitely wasn’t the right time to try and start anything. Not with everything still so fresh.

A groan escaped out from deep in his throat as his eyes snapped open and he threw his head back and forth to physically shake the thoughts away. Clearly not the reaction Danny was hoping for.

“Wow. I know it’s a lot to take in, but please don’t be mad at me”. He sounded defeated, like he had expected this to go a thousand different ways but actually being let down hurt a lot worse than he’d anticipated.

“No! I’m not mad at you Daniel. I just need a minute to think about this. I mean there’s a lot at stake here”.

Danny knew that all too well. It was the major reason why he hadn’t said anything before. Sam was so precious to him that he’d settled with having him in his life any way he could. He needed Sam in his life, even if it meant he’d be yearning forever.

“I understand”. He shifted again to stand, offering his hand to help Sam up next. “It’s getting late, why don’t we talk more about this later when we’re not so tired and flustered?”

Sam shook his head yes this time and took Danny’s hand until they made it down the hallway and separated to head into their own rooms.

“Hey?” Sam spoke up softly just before Danny could shut his bedroom door. “Thanks for telling me”.

“Goodnight Sammy” he replied in the same soft tone and they both went to crawl into their respective beds with the anxious wonder of where this would take them.

Four missed calls and about a dozen ignored texts is what Danny had in his phone after the two days since he last saw Jake.

He’d checked in with Kim at the start of his first shift back to see what section she wanted him in for the evening, and worked quickly at getting everything set up before sneaking off to the kitchen. “Is Jake here today?” He hopefully asked the first person whom he’d caught their attention.

“Julian is in charge of the kitchen while Jake’s gone. Do you need me to get him?” One of the lower kitchen staff replied.

“Oh, umm, no” he was shocked, having heard nothing about Jake being gone. “Does he have the night off or something?”

“No, it’s his vacation week. He won’t be back until a few days before Thanksgiving” the man informed him then moved on to continue finishing his prep.

Danny slipped away to the bar next, still perplexed that he had no idea Jake was taking a whole week of vacation. Did I do this? Turn Jake away from work and home?

“Hey, did you know Jake was on vacation this week?” He asked Sam as he found him behind the bar cleaning and stocking glasses and bottles.

“Really? Jake? On vacation?” The concept sounded foreign to him, even though he knew the full time employees did earn time off.

“You guys didn’t know?” Savanna asked from behind Sam, causing his body to stiffen and his eyes to widen a bit at her sudden appearance.

He had been blowing her off for two days as well, and she was starting to get more and more pissy with him. Tonight Sam couldn’t ignore her though since they both had to work together for the next six or so hours.

“No, he didn’t say anything to us” Danny replied to her after she narrowed her eyes at Sam’s continued uncharacteristic quiet and awkwardness around her.

He and Sam made eye contact and Danny raised his brows in a suggestive manner then glanced over to Savanna still standing behind him.

Once Danny confessed to Sam, he thought things would instantly change. Some things had, he felt a tremendous weight lifted off his shoulders, only he had one hurdle left in his way. Sam was still dating Savanna and Danny flat out refused to pursue any sort of romantic relationship with him until he broke things off with her.

Though Sam had agreed to test their compatibility, he was finding it extremely difficult to find a reason to give Savanna for wanting to break up with her other than the truth. If he could spare her the reality that he was quite literally leaving her for Danny then he would.

Danny had said he didn’t want to hide things, but that he was comfortable with not being super public. That might have just been something Danny had said to please Sam though, because now that he knew his real feelings he was constantly catching Danny giving him longing looks, and every little unassuming touch seemed like a silent plea for more.

“Savanna, we need some more lemons and cherries. Would you mind getting some from the walk in?” Sam asked flatly without even turning around to meet her directly.

Danny could see her though, see the way her face fell when she hesitated, wanting to say something but deciding that now was not the time or the place for them to start an argument and turned to leave.

He felt an overwhelming tide of guilt wash over him. Despite how much he disliked her from the beginning he never once hated her, only wanted to be her. Now he had his chance, only he knew all too well when trading places how she would feel once on the other side.

As soon as he felt her presence gone, Sam set his towel and glasses down and slowly made his way over to where Danny was standing. “Maybe it’s a good thing Jake is gone for the week” he began, letting his slightly damp hand run over Danny’s against the bar top. “That way we can figure things out for ourselves. Without any distractions”.

Danny shifted his weight onto one leg, sucking in a breath as he felt his heart begin to beat faster. Sam had been gradually becoming more lovey-dovey towards him. Starting with stealing just a few glances paired with shy smiles. Then the glances turned into exploratory looks. Letting his eyes linger on Danny’s broad and lean frame for longer than he ever had before so that he could actually begin to admire him.

It was getting increasingly harder to keep himself reeled in in the times he knew Sam had been checking him out, especially when he was letting himself look in return. Danny slid his thumb out from underneath Sam’s palm and slowly began to caress his soft supple skin.

He looked up to meet Sam’s gaze, but just behind him he could see the shape of Savanna returning already. “There are other distractions Sam” he whispered, pulling his hand away and turning to be the one to leave this time.

“Can we talk?” Sam asked after he had finished all of his closing duties.

Savanna had a stack of receipts that she was entering into the monitor at the end of the bar so she didn’t even look up, just replied “hmm?”. She was pissed.

“Look, I’m sorry I’ve been ignoring you the past few days. Something… came up”. My best friend told me he loves me and I still don’t know what to do with that information but I’m trying to make everything right.

She scoffed, putting in the last of the numbers and tossing the stack into the trash before placing her fist on her hip. Turning towards Sam she had a scowl that could shoot emotional daggers straight through his willowy body.

“Yeah, the ‘busy, see you at work’ text you sent me yesterday when you silenced my call really got that point across”.

“I know, I’m sorry about that, but really something did come up. I just needed some time to figure out how I was going to deal with it”. He pursed his lips to shut himself up. That came out wrong. God, why was this so hard? Then it struck him, Sam had never really broken up with anyone before.

The first couple of girlfriends he had in highschool broke his heart. Back when he was just a kid that was riding through life on a rollercoaster of emotions, building confidence like the way the cart reached the top of the big hill, only to be dropped once he got dumped. Danny being the only one left at the bottom every time.

He hadn’t felt that way in a long time though, having grown up and realized roller coasters weren't that fun anymore. Without the ride, his confidence never got the chance to fall, so instead it just grew until he didn’t need Danny to pick him up anymore. He still needed Danny though. Like the way he needed air or the way flowers needed sunshine.

He thought about how anxious he’d gotten when he got accepted to the university in Nashville that Josh attended. Instead of being filled with unbridled excitement, there was an underlying sense of dread not knowing how he and Danny were going to stay close friends halfway across the country from each other.

Danny hadn’t told him that he’d applied to the same university. Partly because he still didn’t know what he wanted to major in, so he’d applied to plenty of different schools, but when he got the news that he’d gotten in as well he knew immediately that there was never really any other option.

He guessed now it all made sense, the way Danny packed up and moved south with him even though Sam honestly would have been fine. It wasn’t like he would ever be on his own, he had his older brothers looking after him whether he sometimes wanted them to or not. All Danny had here was Sam, well and now Jake.

Of course it was Jake. Something about Jake always drew people in. Management here at the restaurant loved him, his kitchen staff idolized him, Kim apparently liked him, and now Danny was…

He stopped his mind from wandering there again. Danny said he liked him. Danny wanted to be with him.

Sam couldn’t lose him, not after Danny had given him everything. He couldn’t lose him, even if it meant they’d risk everything.

“What I’m trying to say is, I’m having to make a very difficult decision. One that I’ve spent the last couple of days trying to get right in my head, and I'm sorry for keeping you in the dark. I owe you an explanation”.

“Damn right you do” despite her hardened exterior, her voice came out meek and hushed.

Although Savanna most likely could predict the end result of what this talk was supposed to be, Sam still couldn’t bring himself to just end it right there. It was a complete change in trajectory for the direction their relationship had been going in thus far, and he just needed some more time. “If you’re comfortable with it, why don’t we get some coffee tomorrow afternoon? As a real apology?”

Her scowl softened a bit as she debated whether to accept or not. Sam took the hand on her hip in his and cradled it against his chest to show her how sincere he was trying to be. “Tomorrow? Coffee?” He asked again, conjuring the best puppy eyes he could muster.

“Alright” she agreed in an exhale and lifted up onto the tip of her toes to brush a kiss against his cheek. Just in case it was the last time she was able to do so.

Sam left her to finish her closing checklist and found Danny outside waiting for him. He looked around to make sure they were the last ones to have been leaving, and silently clasped their hands together as they began the walk home.

After making it a few blocks, Danny decided to speak up before they reached the apartment. He swallowed hard, hoping he wasn’t about to sound too forward. “So, did you break up with her?”

Sam squeezed Danny’s hand. He couldn't hear the way Sam’s breathing was slow and strained, but they still came out in puffs of vapor through the chilly November air.

“Tomorrow Daniel. I’ll end it tomorrow”.

Sam caught sight of Savanna through the window of the coffee shop they had often frequented in the mornings. When she would head back home after spending the night and he needed to get to class, and he felt a pang in his heart.

He remembered the night he’d laid eyes on her. It was his first shift at the restaurant and at the time he wasn’t particularly overjoyed with Jake’s incessant nagging of him to ‘get a job’ and stop being the ‘typical college party boy’.

Sam stumbled through his first shift. Working at a high end restaurant wasn't the same as the family owned laid back set up he’d grown accustomed to at home.

Every mistake he made only put him in a worse mood. He should have been better at this, he was a natural at nearly everything, like picking up an assortment of instruments just because they looked interesting and teaching himself to play.

“Rough night?” A female’s voice questioned with a snicker.

She had three bottles turned upside down in her hands and she poured the liquids into a cocktail shaker, and was making conversation like she didn’t have to focus on what her hands were doing. “You’re the new waiter they hired for the weekends?”

“Yeah, guess that’s me” Sam replied, as he leaned further onto the bar to get a look at what she was making. “You trying to kill someone tonight with that drink?”

A flash of a smirk ran across her face. “Please, most of this is sugar” she replied as she poured the light blue mix into a glass and topped it with a piece of lemon and a cherry skewered through a plastic pick. “You want to see a real drink, watch this”.

He cocked a brow, but a smile also crept up as he followed her movements with his eyes. She retrieved a glass from the rack that hung behind her, filled it to the brim with ice and set it aside. Then she bent over and retrieved two bottles from underneath the bar, one from the fridge and one from the freezer. A mixing glass was also filled with ice and she added barely one mixing spoon full of the first bottle, then a double shot of the second before stirring the two ingredients together for a moment.

The ice was dumped out of the first glass and she strained the mixture into the chilled glass before reaching for the lemons again, this time slicing off a strip of peel and twisting it over the drink and letting it fall inside.

“A martini?” Sam questioned when he saw the finished result. He’d never had one, always thought it was kind of a girly drink, but looking at it now and the satisfied look on her face he thought maybe he’d give it a try sometime.

“Bone dry, with gin” she elaborated, her smile fading as another waitress came along and collected the drinks to be taken to their waiting recipients’ tables.

“You get through tonight’s shift, come back and I’ll make you one”.

She had the same look on her face now when Sam approached her at the cafe as she had that night after his shift, defensive, weary. A look he’d spent months of coaxing to get her to drop, and here he was about to make her build her walls right back up.

“Hey”.

“Hey” she repeated, waiting for him to take a seat, already having ordered his favorite. “So, what did you want to talk about?”

He could tell she didn’t want to be here, wanted him to spit whatever it was out and get it over with.

He grabbed his cup with both hands, letting the warmth emanating from the coffee inside calm his nerves. “Well, you know that I’m graduating in the spring right?”

“Yes” that wasn’t news to her, in fact she’d secretly already bought a new dress to wear. Now she would have to find another reason to wear it since it was long past time to be able to return it.

“I got accepted into a summer production internship in LA. So after I graduate, I’ll be moving for a while”.

“Oh”. That wasn’t what she’d expected to hear, she hadn’t heard anything about him applying to an internship, in fact no one had.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you. It was a stupid assignment from one of my classes. We had to apply to different jobs and programs to help us prepare for what to do after graduation or whatever. I didn’t really expect to get into any of them, but this one is actually really cool. It’s with a record label that signs a bunch of badass artists, like real artists”. He hoped she would understand. They’d had dozens of talks about what their opinions on ‘real artists’ were compared to the modern day clowns who were getting all the attention. Their views aligned for the most part, so she knew how much it meant to him to be creative and surround himself in creatively challenging environments.

She reached across the small two-person table and placed a hand on one of his wrists. “I’m proud of you”.

It was a genuine response, but not without some hint of sorrow.

“You’re going to do well Sam, don’t ever hold yourself back, because you’re one of the most genuine people I’ve ever met”.

“Thank you Savanna. You know I believe in you too, right?”

“I know you do baby”. She tried to pull on a reassuring smile, something kind to leave him with, but her lip only quivered. She let go of his wrist and grabbed her purse instead, wanting to leave now before she could say anything that might make her look weak.

“I think I’ve got something that will boost your mood” Danny stood up and went to his room for a bit.

It had been a whole day since Sam talked to Savanna at the cafe, and he’d hardly moved from his spot on the couch since he got back home.

Danny had been awfully patient with him, but he was starting to grow slightly concerned with Sam’s gloomy metaphorical storm cloud continuously hanging over him.

Danny returned after not long at all with a perfect preroll and one of Sam’s lighters.

“Oh shit, is that the good stuff you were bragging to me about?” Sam let his legs drop off the edge of the couch as he reached out for the joint. As he examined the thickly packed white paper he suddenly remembered exactly who Danny had gotten this from and his stomach flipped.

“You bet” Danny grinned and Sam pushed the intruding thought away so he could actually try to enjoy this and unwind.

They lit up the end and passed it back and forth a few times before the familiar fuzzy feeling already started to take over.

“I have to admit Daniel, you were right about a few things”. Sam chuckled, even the way his own voice felt coming out of him felt funny as he spoke without thinking it through.

“What’s that?” Danny replied, taking the last hit before putting it out and throwing himself back onto the couch.

“This is some good shit”.

It was Danny’s turn to laugh this time, also feeling the same effects. “That’s one thing. What else?”

“What?” Sam had already forgotten what it was they were talking about.

“What else am I right about?”

His heavy lids pulled open again, remembering what it was his mind was cooking up under the influence. Though he felt it, the undeniable pull of the other man sitting next to him, he still couldn’t find the right words to express exactly what it was.

So instead he had the bright idea to show him.

Without a word of warning, Sam flung one of his legs over Danny’s and gripped his shoulders to help pull his body up.

Something sounding like a squeak mixed with a choked cry came out of Danny when Sam ended up situated in his lap.

Sam had straddled Danny before, the years their friendship had seen included instances where they were physical by means of play wrestling, inappropriate teasing that maybe went a little too far considering where they were now, and the few times Danny had held him when he’d been stupidly heartbroken by someone else other than him. Never like this though. Never with the actual intent to get each other riled up.

“Sam” Danny’s tone was low, muted, like the weight of Sam on top of him was crushing his abdomen.

Sam suddenly panicked, thinking he was being too much too soon. He tried to wiggle himself away in retreat, but Danny’s hands firmly planted themselves on his hips effectively grounding him in place.

“Please don’t move” he forced out through a clenched jaw, his fingers digging into Sam’s sides.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to-”. Didn’t mean to what? Suddenly put themselves in the very position they had been avoiding?

“No, don’t be sorry. It’s just, I don’t want you to jump into anything you're not ready for. It’s only been a day since-”

“I’m not jumping into anything Danny”. There was still a tinge of uncertainty in Sam’s eyes, but he’d made the decision to be with Danny and now he needed to follow through with it. “You’ve been waiting long enough. I just need you to show me how you feel”.

Danny gently cupped Sam’s face in his hands, closing his eyes in an attempt to commit to memory the way his scruff tickled his palms.

He listened, to the way his heart beat fluttered in his ears, the way Sam’s breath caught just as their lips met for the first time, ever.

He felt like the world had stopped moving and time had slowed and if he could he would live in this moment forever. The moment he’d been longing for, and it was perfect.

Danny felt like he was on cloud nine. His brain exploding in an event so powerful he could feel it in the very tips of his fingers and toes.

And Sam… well Sam felt confused.

@psychedelicsprinkles @twistedmelodies @heckingfrick @alwaysonthemend

#Greta van fic #greta van angst #greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #jake kiszka #sam kiszka #greta van smut #sanny gvf #janny gvf

[dafigureofdadoors]

SEX LORD

male reader x scream 5 and scream 6 females

WARNING: SMUT,SEX,SWEARING,CUM,VIOLENCE,HARDCORE.

You where walking through the streets of New York chatting with your best friend Sam Carpenter,she had a boyfriend called Danny Brackett but without he knew,Sam cheated on him with you,fucking almost all days,after her job she came to your apartment to fuck.

It always started with you fingering her anus with you finger and later eating her pussy the later the true action,when she sucked your cock she would make sure to masturbate too to increase her pleasure,when you cummed she always swallowed it,you knew her sister Tara Carpenter,she had boyfriend too Chad Meeks Martin and just like Sam,yeah Tara cheated on him with you,since both you attending to Blackmore University it was easier to those encounters to happen,sometimes you would rush to the bathrooms for a quickie,in Tara and Chad anniversary she got brutally fucked by you in the cafe bathroom.

Tara and Sam where not your only "friends with benefits" you had more like,Quinn Bailey,Amber freeman,Liv Mckenzie and kirby Reed.

However your personally favorite bitches to fuck where a leasbian couple,Mindy meeks Martin,Chad's sister and Anika Kayoko,Mindy's Japanese girlfriend.

They would always suck your cock at the same time they kissed and inserted their fingers in eachothers pussies as you admired your lesbian whores,also whenever you wanted pussy they would always let them fuck themselves first before wrecking their insides

You always went for Mindy first then anika next,you know the best part for the end.

After that you where just an ordinary guy but one day things went crazier

Tara texted you she needed you to come to the apartment for "an important meeting" you texted her the curious emoji before leaving towards the place

Later that night

When you arrived the apartment you where recived by tara,only in her bra and pants,along with Sam,Amber,Quinn,Liv,Mindy and Anika

Most of them where shirtless too

"So this was the importan meeting huh?" You said smiling confident

"Yeah baby we needed you to came here"Amber said pushing her shirtless body on you

"Fine girls lets do this" you said taking your shirt off

After a minutes you where inside Liv who was moaning as the rest masturbated,feeling your cock rub on her pussy ,you where inserting 2 of your fingers in amber and anika's anus

After you where done cumming on Liv,You had a threesome with sam,Tara and Mindy

As you continued to finger Anika and Amber

"F...F-Fuck my asshole feels dizzy!" Anika said with tears running down her face

"Ohhh mine feels on fire!"Amber said

After you busted the nut on Mindy and Sam and Tara took the rest in a blowjob.

The you went by sam on anal

And later you picked Tara and started whipping her ass worst than before

you pimped Quinn and Amber after Tara while Anika and Mindy where doing scissors and liv was plumeted on the floor with cum on her big ass

"Fuck!! This cock feels glorious!,is the best one i have taken!"Quinn said

"Completely agree sis my insides are totally destroyed!!"Amber said

"Glad to see you love it fucking sluts" you said spanking quinns phat ass

"AH!!"quinn moaned

After u filled them you stood up and you said

"Alright slutties whos left to fuck?"

"You nailed it baby..."amber said raising her finger

Then everyone looked at Anika wich was drinking Mindy's squirt

"H-huh?...what?" She said nervous

"It's your turn sis"Tara said

"WHAT?! M-my turn??!"Anika said dying of nervous

"Yes baby" Amber said

"W-Well i-i guess its my t-time"She said with her cheeks red as a tomato

"What do y-you want me t-to do?" She said

"Just bend down and close your eyes..."you said to her

"My god" Anika said sweating

The she felt something big enter her cunt forcing her to open her eyes

"OH MY GOD AAAAH"Anika yelled as your big cock was now inside her

"ooooOH YES FUCK!!" you shout as you started fucking her

Everyone in the room was watching in pleasure how you where destroying Anika

"Y/n!"

"Y/n!"

"Y/n! Y/n! Y/n!" She said your name multiple times as you where going balls deep

The you pulld it out and inserted it on her Anus causing her to yell very loud

"Hope you like gallons worth of cum in that thick asshole!!" You said as she screamed even louder

"DAMN WHE GOT A LITTLE JAPANESE SCREAMING FUCKING SLUT"you said going even faster

"FUCK,FUCK,FUCK,FUCK AAAHHHH"

It was Anika's first time taking your cock inside them,all of these times Anika just sucked your dick while Mindy was the one taking it in her insides.

"HELL YEAH IM CLOSE!!!"

"CUM INSIDE ME"

As your cum filled Anikas Uterus you could feel the most delicious feeling of the world as your cock spilled milk in her uterus.

However unlike the others you weren't done yet

You did like 5 rounds with Anika before ending

You nailed her anus,you pimped her pussy,you deepthroated her.

After it you all just kissed,8 tongues sucking eachother felt very good.

After you left it was just another day in your life

THE END

Solo smut coming soon

#scream #ghostface #scream vi #tara carpenter #sam carpenter #liv mckenzie #scream franchise #scream 5 #amber freeman

[theemporium]

idk which Maxiel is better, Danny and reader in a relationship and Max pining after them or Max and reader dating and Daniel just being a pining mess because both are so good

Max just looking up to Daniel and you’ve been dating a while so he learned a lot about relationships from you except he doesn’t want any relationship without you two and he’s stuck in this realization that maybe it’s more than just a mentor/mentee relationship while you’re trying to come to terms that you want Max in your relationship while trying to overcome the weirdness of knowing him so long like isn’t it weird

meanwhile Daniel wanting you and Max just feels like another loss he’s been through so much he’s trying to fight his way back but now he’s in his thirties and all he truly wants is to fit himself into the arms of the young guy that set off the events and his pretty girlfriend can’t he find somebody his own age but at the same time how could he ever want somebody else when you’re just so good, at the same time you and Max are just discussing new ways to try and seduce Daniel no just going up to him and kissing him won’t work want to fight fuck about it ?

THE POTENTIAL OF BOTH THO!!!!

three time world champion max verstappen being a nervous wreck around yous two because he’s so painfully in love???

or wee bubbly daniel ricciardo suddenly second-guessing his jokes because he wants to make yous two laugh because it’s the best goddamn sound he’s ever heard in his life??

UGH OBSESSED

#cece answers #maxiel.thots

[harrisonarchive]

Danny ‘Kootch’ Kortchmar, Jim Keltner, George, Paul Stallworth, and David Foster, 1975.

“[O]ne afternoon the phone rang and a familiar voice said, ‘Hullo, David, this is old Harrison here. I was chatting with Jim Keltner, and he says you play all right.’ It was George Harrison. I was struck mute for a moment, but I quickly found my voice. ‘Keltner says I play all right, does he?’ ‘Won’t you come down?’ He said. He was very casual about it, but I was a nervous wreck. I kept thinking, I’m talking to George Harrison. He was one of the Beatles. This can’t be happening. I’m just a kid from Victoria. I went down to the studio and met Harrison, and he was mellow and very friendly, as if he were just a normal guy, not a demigod. He wasn’t very talkative, however, so I didn’t get any great stories out of him, but I know he liked my work, because a few weeks later he flew me to London to help with thew arrangements on two albums, Extra Texture and 33 1/3, which were released in 1975 and 1976, respectively. I wrote several string arrangements for both of then, and I worked hard, but neither album was the hit we’d hoped for. Maybe I was part of the reason; I don’t know. […] I began by asking him [Paul McCartney, in the ‘80s] about George Harrison, since I’d worked with him and knew him a little. ‘What do you want to know about George?’ Paul said. ‘He was an amazing songwriter, wasn’t he? I mean, “Something” is truly one of the greatest songs of all time.’ Paul flashed a sly grin. ‘Well, I suppose everybody’s got one in ‘em.’ I thought he was kidding, and maybe he was. Then again, maybe he wasn’t — maybe the press had got it wrong from the start: Maybe the rub wasn’t John and Paul, as everyone assumed, but George and Paul. I could have dug a little, and asked him to explain further, but I’m not sure I wanted to know.” - David Foster, Hitman: Forty Years Making Music, Topping Charts, & Winning Grammys (2008) (x)

#George Harrison #David Foster #Jim Keltner #Paul McCartney #1970s #1975 #1980s #Harrison songwriting #The Beatles #George and Paul #Danny 'Kootch' Kortchmar #Paul Stallworth #fits queue like a glove

[clockwayswrites]

@isnt-that-grape

I need to know more about Cos they are so precious

Cos! The precious dear~

Hum what to say...

Ah! Cos is also artistic, like Damian. Though Cos mostly works digitally. And Danny, the science nerd he is, just doesn't get it really. He can get making things, but his things have a practical use (that new toaster and egg cooker combo was totally useful, hush)! But he 100% is going to support his kid and take an active interest in what Cos likes.

They make sure at least once a month to go and take art classes of some sort together. They've done painting and pottery and now that Cos is older they're going to do welding! Danny is very exited to try tig welding. And the things they've made in those classes fill their home.

And then Cos goes to a art focused summer camp and Danny is so proud of Cos for being brave and growing up but poor Danny is a nervous wreck the whole time Cos is away. Cos has been bullied at school for being gnc and Danny knows this camp with like minded kids will be so good- but his baby is away!

Bruce thinks it's adorable how much Danny is worrying even while letting Cos go off and experience this.

#dp x dc #cosmas the clone #Bruce/Danny

[stealingyourbones]

Sending my green/pink/any color really lantern!Jazz brainrot:

(To start off with, I headcannon the current green lantern as Kyle Ryner and jazz as college age)

- she doesn't get started as a lantern by being chosen by a ring. Actually, she catches the space loving bug from her little brother, and within weeks, her new psychological hyperfixation is the lanterns vs job stress. Because they're space cops right? They see all sorts of alien worlds and keep the peace, and a job like that has to have thesis worthy psychology materials.

- let's be honest, the phandom has collectively agreed jazz has already figured out the secret identities of the bats/justice league. She's just too smart for her own good. Combined with the fact that the specter speeded travels between states in a matter of hours and the fact jazz is VERY determined to get good grades, I can see her randomly showing up at the lanterns doorsteps to get interviews for her thesis. Guy Gardner flat out told her no. Hal Jordan suddenly found a reason to be in another country. John Stuart agreed to talk to her about being in the army, but flat out denied being a lantern. Still, they had a nice chat. Kyle ryner? Man doesn't know what hit him. He gets called in a spaceship to a lantern mission 5 quadrants away, and when he's halfway there, a redhead near his age pops out of the cargo hold and posters him with questions about his job.

- this is also the mission jazz gets her ring on. It's one thing to interview a space cop. It's another to accidentally become one. Suddenly the confident and in charge woman who was pestering Kyle over thesis questions is a nervous wreck. Girl needs help. She is master of everyone's emotions except her own. Kyle reluctantly agrees to help train her.

- they get off to a Rocky start. Jazz is not easy to train! Her brother has the friendly fire scars to prove it. But actually, once she gets her footing back, she's really good. Kyle gets a chance to see under her exterior, and discovers that they're really just both nerds with a passion for emotions and creation. He shows her a thing or two about art, jazz shows Kyle a thing or two about emotions, and they become unlikely friends!

- if she's a pink lantern and hasn't met Jason (anger management for the win!) The guy she can summon because of sibling love is Danny. This can go two routes. One, you have a lantern who can summon an undead chaos gremlin of you pass her off. Two, you have a lantern who can summon the actual king of the dead. Pray you don't piss her off.

ijafhjalefd!!!!! oh man I love this sm. Power Ring Jazz owns my heart and soul

#oh man all of these ideas are brilliant #danny phantom #dp x dc #writing prompts #dc comics #dpxdc #dp x dc prompt #bones replies #anon

[the-clari-net]

i'll be dead before the day is done

Ao3

“Danny, aren’t you the literal Ghost King slash Prince slash whatever? Can’t you just make her go away?”

“If I could, I already would’ve,” Danny hissed back. “This isn’t fun for me to see either.”

Sam growled, as the Banshee’s weeping continued in the back of the classroom. Dash and Kwan in the back looked like they were about to pass out or deck her in the face. No one really blames them.

The Banshee coming to Amity Park was a new development for everyone. At first, she appeared as any other regular oddity that occurs in the ghostly town. A woman singing down the streets with her long dark hair covering her face in an old green dress wouldn’t arouse much suspicion in the town. That is, until she made it to the elderly care home.

Once there, the details get scrambled for everyone who heard of the incident later. Some recollect her approaching an old woman in a corner of the recreational area, another claims that they saw her approaching one of the young receptionists. Truthfully, no one knows who she was here for. And it really didn’t matter once she started screaming.

It was a terrifying yell that resulted in all nearby windows shattering, and several people fainted from the shock and pain to their ears.

In the end, two people died, both elderly. Whether it was through the shock of the woman’s scream or through natural causes, it’s hard to say.

Since then, she’s been seen around. Not often, and not for every death. Oddly enough, when investigations on the death were concluded, it resulted that she doesn’t seem to be the cause of the deaths. It’s akin to an eerie canary in mines; a warning rather than a cause. The police are in the process of figuring out her pattern and tracking her behaviors, but it’s still quite perplexing.

Phantom once tried to talk to her, but she completely ignored him, which is an odd approach for a spirit. Danny knows his role as future king in the Ghost Zone makes his presence noticeable to say the least and impossible to ignore to most ghosts. She never even glanced in his direction. He became concerned with it a week after her arrival and decided to do his own investigation on her.

He found his answer with the Ghost Writer. 

“Ahh, yes The Banshee,” Ghost Writer says to himself while moving some of his manuscripts into some infinite filing cabinet that Danny avoids looking at to prevent a headache. Too many dimensions in a tiny space is not something his human brain is capable of processing well.  

Ghost Writer continues, “She’s untamable. Think of her as a grim reaper of sorts. No one’s really been able to track down what her logic is to be quite honest. No one wants to be exposed to her wailing long enough to figure out,” he shrugged.

“So… I shouldn’t worry about her being in my town?”

“Wait, what?” Ghost Writer fumbles with his manuscripts and turns his entire focus onto Danny. “She’s in your haunt?”

Hesitantly, the boy nods.

“Well, I’ll be damned…I thought you just wanted to talk on an educational level, kid. This is more serious and bigger than I expected it to be.”

Danny scoffs a little at that, “Bigger than fighting Pariah Dark? I’m not sure I can go bigger than that. I mean, the town’s been sent to the Ghost Zone, how much worse than that could it be?”

“I’m just saying, if she’s in some place, that usually means a big death is bound to come. You might want to brace yourself.”

After that discussion, Danny stayed a bit to help with Ghost Writer’s endless organizing before heading home to think.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t given much time to think because the following day, Danny arrived at school to see the Banshee crying in his homeroom.

At this point, all Danny knows is that this Banshee has been weeping in his classroom this morning, and he’s been a nervous wreck all day. If Ghost Writer says that it’s going to be a big death, then it has to be his class that’s in danger. Danny’s not the only one struggling. The entire class has been silent, trying desperately to ignore her crying in the corner and focusing on their work. It hasn’t been very effective.

Suddenly, there’s a knock at the door. Their teacher ignores it, when suddenly the door blasts open and in enters two men in white uniforms and government issued ectoweapons.

Danny’s heart freezes. The Banshee’s weeping is becoming louder.

“Daniel James Fenton, you are to come with us immediately to be decontaminated. We have collected months’ worth of evidence, indicating that you are in danger of ectocontamination, and will be taken into custody by order of the United States Government.”

“What?! No!”

“Son, this is not a request. Our scanners are going off the charts at the amount of ectoplasm in your body. You are a danger not only to yourself but your peers.”

There’s more jargon being said but Danny can’t hear anything. Blood is thundering in his ears. His breathing is shaky, his hands have clenched, ready to fight something.

Danny can’t go, they’ll find out everything about him, they’ll try to cut him open, they’ll kill him.

“I said…no.” Danny’s eyes begin to glow green and the temperature in the room suddenly drops.

The Banshee’s crying becomes more hysterical. 

“This isn’t ectocontamination, this is body possession! Set your blaster to stun!” yells one of the agents.

A noise goes off and Danny’s body lurches back, and his vision blacks out for a moment. However once it comes back, he turns towards the agents. They’re pale, and their weapons have fallen on the ground. He then looks towards his classmates who look at him in horror.

Danny looks down where their eyes are pointing, and he sees a massive hole where his core used to be.

Oh.

Danny feels his vision dim, and his body collapses, unable to move.

The last thing he senses as he falls into oblivion are the Banshee’s screams.

#Ectoberhaunt22 #EH Order #Day 5 #Banshee #danny phantom

[samgirl98]

Cain and Abel Wept 9/?

Hey guys, sorry for not updating sooner. I'm applying for new jobs, and depression has hit me like a wrecking ball. So, in order to not experience burnout, I have decided to just update once or twice a week. Thanks for understanding

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The US Looking to Start an Interdimensional War

Metahuman Rights Under Attack

By: Lois Lane

METROPOLIS, June 20, 20XX—the United States passed a law two years ago that could start an interdimensional war and violate the rights of metahumans and aliens.

During Alexander (Lex) Luthor’s presidency, many laws were passed that endangered people, metahumans, and aliens and threatened their lives. Now, a new revelation has come to light about another danger that Lex Luthor has put humanity through, the risks of an interdimensional war.

During his presidency, Luthor signed a supposedly good bill for the environment. However, the Anti-Ecto Acts Laws were passed in that law, stating that any ectoplasmic being is not considered sapient or sentient. Among other horrors, these acts allow government-sanctioned kidnappings and experimentation of these beings.

“No one thought to ask or even observe us. We call ourselves ghosts; they call us post-human consciousness scum,” said Phantom, the young hero of Amity Park. “I have tried to keep both humans and ghosts safe, but it’s come to the point where ghosts are more in danger of the GIW—the Ghost Investigation Ward, who are Government sanctioned ghost hunters—so I decided to contact the Justice League.”

The young ghostly hero was able to contact Batman on June 18th, 20XX.

“It wasn’t easy,” Phantom continues to say, “Amity is a black zone due to the GIW, and getting information out or in is hard. That’s why I had to leave. The United States Government is declaring war on the inhabitants of the Infinite Realms—where ghosts reside—and if we don’t intervene, we can have a full-scale war where both sides will lose millions, if not more. I doubt the rest of the world wants a war because of the stupidity of one country.”

The Anti-Ecto Acts also begs the question: if we can declare a whole species of beings as non-sentient or sapient, what’s stopping the United States Government from repealing and turning against metahumans and aliens?

Danny felt nervous as he read the article. It had to be done for the good of the Realms and the human world.

Now if he could only be as decisive toward how he would handle his relationship with Damian.

Danny sighed. He never felt as overwhelmed as he did then, not even when a floating eyeball appeared in his room and declared him the new King of the Infinite Realm on his 16th birthday.

Ancients, why were feelings so hard?

He should talk to Jazz again. Danny frowned at the clock that read 3:15 am.

Well, maybe when she woke up.  

Danny was grateful that Bruce had called his parents instead of talking to him directly. After Batman met with the rest of the Justice League, a plan was formed.

First, they would publish an article in the Daily Planet about the Anti-Ecto Acts (thankfully, they had allowed Danny to keep out that he was also the Ghost King). They would put pressure on the UN to condemn the United States’ actions after, hopefully, getting public support. Then, Danny would show up, announce he was the Ghost King, and be a bridge between the Infinite Realms and the human world.

It was a simple plan, but so much could go wrong.

The GIW could find him and eliminate him before he could go in front of the UN. The GIW could let the more feral ghosts out and have them attack cities; the GIW could…Danny felt tears on his cheeks.

He was too young for this, too inexperienced.

Danny had been raised to be the heir to the Demon’s Head, but this was on a whole other level. Leading a cult was less terrifying than leading and protecting an entire realm with billions upon billions of inhabitants.

He wished he could talk to someone who would understand what it felt like to have the weight of leadership on their shoulder he wanted…he wanted his brother. He wanted Dami…

“Screw it,” Danny picked up the phone and texted his baby brother. He was allowed to be selfish.

____

Damian woke up to the chime of his phone. He glared at it blearily.

Then he saw it was from Danny.

He immediately woke up and got changed.

Come over. Bring Jason with you. It’s time we talked.

____

Jason had just gotten out of the shower after a long night out on patrol when he heard a knock.

He took out a gun and opened the door only to find his youngest brother. He put away the gun.

“What do you want, baby bat? This better be important, I was just about to go to sleep.

“Danny wants to meet with me, but wants you to come, too.”

Jason blinked in surprise, “Why? It’s not like we talked much.”

Jason ignored the fact that he had felt a connection with the teenager.

He’s the King of the Ghosts. Does that make him my king?

Jason ignored that question for the time being and shoved it deep in his mind.

“I don’t know, Jason, but please, can you just, please come with me?”

Damian looked at Jason with big, pleading, wet eyes, and he knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“Let me just get my helmet.”

____

An hour after sending the text, Danny heard a motorcycle coming down the road.

He took a deep breath (ignore the feel of steel in your chest, Danny.) and got up to meet his baby brother.

@spectralstardustandphantomnights @avelnfear @idfk-man10 @blackroserelina @candeartist422 @luer-mirin @mur-ururu @insufferablecrab @skulld3mort-1fan @meira-3919 @aethernorwood @mimilikey @marshmelloe @latheevening226 @ahyesanerd @lexdamo @chrysanthemum9484 @spooky-fm @gmkelz11

#cain and abel wept #dc x dp fan fic #dc x dp #dp x dc

[slashersgostabbystabstab]

Ah fuck it, I’ll post the technically other part to Blighted

This is after the reader has met with Danny who has been blighted, they are filled with a rage for the man responsible for Danny’s condition...

Warnings: It’s DBD...Idk what to tell ya, but if there’s soemthing specific y’alls want feel free to tell me ^^ 

(Also, this is basically what could turn into a potential Ghostface x Reader x Blight thing [tho he would be more of the antagonist here]. But it all really depends on whether people are interested or not)

Revolution was an act quite frowned upon.

Perhaps, frowned upon was the incorrect term. Revolution was feared.

The being that fed on that very emotion…it now knew what it felt like.

It had been the third match of the day, at least your third match. You thanked the Entity for giving you even just a few moments with Danny, his suffering having returned. That you sure as hell weren’t thankful for, learning that his blighted treatment was temporary, but he was always brought back to receive more and more doses.

You had spawned in a new lobby, quite upset over the fact that your snuggling with Danny had been interrupted. You could only imagine how he looked, all alone on the firepit cushions of Mount Ormond’s resort, wondering where it was you had gone.

Not wanting to think of Danny’s puppy-eyed look, you examined your surroundings before you were soon accompanied by the nervous wreck, Dwight. The two of you were then joined by Jake and Nancy, not sharing any words between each other as they readied themselves for the upcoming trial.

You, however…a sensation came over you…a feeling of determination. 

Looking into the distance, you furrowed your eyebrows as if you were glaring into the face of your next executioner. Your instinct filled you with a sense of dread, an uneasy feeling forming in the pit of your stomach as you squeezed your fists. 

It was almost as if…the void of a darkness far from you stared back with a predatory leer.

Your heart pounded in your chest, hands now gripping onto the inside of your jacket’s pockets once you had stuffed the inside. And before you knew it, your hands no longer felt tight but instead empty. Every part of you felt light as the Entity was sending you to your grave.

After being engulfed by the Entity’s darkness, drops of rain fell onto the softness of your cheeks and nose. Fluttering your eyes open as the sound of rain hitting the soil rang through your ears, you scanned the realm you had been summoned to.

Before you were trees of great heights, and beyond those was a tall, stone structure you could only recognize as the Temple that was formerly home to the Plague.

Thankfully, you had spawned nowhere near the killer and instead found yourself making your way towards Nancy who had ever so briefly greeted you. 

“There’s a generator from where I came from, over by the stone structure.” she mentioned while pointing behind her. “You coming?”

“I think I’m gonna go check the one inside the temple first.” you turned your attention to the mentioned building. “Something tells me the killer’s going to keep an eye on it in the meantime. Better to finish it now than later.”

“Good point.” Nancy nodded, soon enough parting ways and reuniting with Jake who had surprised the two of you.

So now, you made your way through the trees before finding yourself in front of the temple’s entrance. You walked through the columns while turning to every side, making sure that the killer was not at a distance where they could see you. There was no feeling of a shiver down your spine, so you could mark off every stealth killer that could have been stalking you from afar.

Continuing on your way, you opted to not walk down the steps and into the lighted center, but you instead made your way around to where the golden tablet was displayed. To your surprise, a chest was seated right at the foot of the Sumerian glyphs.

Taking one more look around, you kneeled down and took hold of the rusted padlock before forcibly wiggling it. In the process, you were hit with concern, as if someone had just been struck.  Trying to ignore the feeling, you continued attempting to open the chest and before you knew it, your heart beat started to go a bit fast.

Your opening became faster, more desperate as your heart’s pace quickened even more. You could now feel it in your ears and throat, having to gulp to drown some of the feeling away.

But then…you heard a disgusting screech that was followed by Dwight’s cry of pain.

It was him.

You knew that Dwight had been downed just outside of the temple, right at the very entrance where your body was in place sight beneath the lighting provided by the temple.

Hands became sweaty as you stared down at the unlocked chest, trembling as you grabbed the lid and loudly opened it. Looking inside, you found a toolbox, this somehow giving you a rise of adrenaline.

You felt a chill go down your spine, causing your entire body now to quiver. You knew the killer was aware of your presence, just as you knew that he was now intent on pulling you away from that chest.

Feigning obliviousness, you reached into the chest to grab the toolbox’s handle while hearing demonic shrieks echoing behind you. The sounds were louder from your right where you caught a flash of orange in the corner of your eye.

Orange goo splattered all over the stone wall, right before the maker of this residue directed his attention to you.

Gripping on as tightly as possible to the toolbox’s handle, you removed yourself from the chest and stood up, all the while staring into the crate’s emptiness.

A hiss now sounded much, much closer, and as if on instinct, you swung the tool box to the right. Immediately, the metal collided with the creature that had rushed towards you, the impact creating another echo in the building before a thump was heard.

Looking to that side, you managed to crack the knuckles of your right hand from squeezing the box’s handle extremely hard. On the ground, you found the one and only alchemist you came to hate.

“You have no idea how long I’ve been waiting to do that.” you spoke, glaring down at the Blight who almost had a look of shock on what were left of his features.  “I’ve really been meaning to talk to you Grimes.”

Of course, no words came from the creature who got onto his feet as soon as possible. He could only stare ahead at you from the distance you had created, gripping onto his cane quite angrily. The Blight wasn’t one who thought of himself highly, but the disbelief he felt over the audacity of a mere survivor fighting back was incredible.

He decided not to think much of it, instead focusing on just getting the sacrifice over it. So, he gave another one of his terrifying shrieks before rushing over to your direction. However, it brought an even greater shock to the creature when you not only made a U-turn and avoided his attack, but you kicked him in the back.

The Blight found himself on the cold floor of the temple, holding himself on his hands and knees while still clutching onto his cane. He turned his attention to the entrance of the temple, looking straight into the astonished expressions belonging to your teammates.

His orange eyes now darted to your form that loomed over him at the top of the temple, almost unafraid.

Unafraid to challenge he who even the most sadistic killer in the Entity’s realm feared.

He heard your shoes thump against the floor after you had jumped from that height, toolbox still in hand. He read your features, noticing the bloodlust written all over them.

No matter. The Blight stood up once again, directing a hiss your way before he stumbled on over with the stick in the air.

You had not expected him to strike the cane as low as possible, actually intending on pulling your ankle with the handle rather than hitting you like the other times. Now it was your turn to slam onto your back, wincing at the pain before lifting your tool box in a swift motion, having blocked the Blight’s actual attack.

Every move you did further agitated him, especially when you kicked upwards and at his crotch.

You had the Blight staggering backwards, having to take a moment to regain himself. That was not enough time to ready himself for your next attack, having been struck by your tool box to his face once again.

And again.

And again.

Your mind had been clouded with rage, thinking about all that Danny had to endure ever since he had his dose of Grimes’ serum.

You hadn’t even realized that your fellow survivors had been shouting your name, none of them sure of what was to be done in such a situation. If anything, they had never seen something like it happen.

To your dismay, the Blight had enough of curling up and taking each and every one of your blows. When you were winding up for another hit, he lifted his cane to block your attack.

To his dismay, you had used the toolbox to hit away his cane that flew to the side. Despite his shock, the Blight manually shoved you away and now attempted to use his claws against you.

Somehow, he had not been able to land a single attack on you, instead being thrown onto the ground once again. 

Once he had come to his senses, he searched for your figure that had disappeared for a moment. But, fortunate for him, he was able to react quickly when he came face to face with his own weapon, now being wielded in your hands. As powerful as he was, he could not manage to tear the cane away from your death grip nor could he push you away again.

Even in such a vulnerable moment, he had to admire that determination of yours.

You grabbed onto the cane with both of your hands, intending on pushing it towards him to press it against what could be considered his throat. But then, you were finally pulled away.

Yes, pulled away.

Not shoved by the Blight nor pulled by any of the survivors, but pulled by an invisible force that pinned you to the ground.

Before anyone was able to act, you gave pained cough.

You were in the air, hands shaking as you looked down at your chest that you now realized had been impaled.

The other survivors turned away from the sight, not wanting to see your body be mangled by the Entity’s claws that for some reason had come out this early into a trial. They only looked again when they could tell a light shone down and disposed of your disintegrated corpse, never expecting to have the same treatment to occur to them right after that.

In the end, there was only the Blight who finally got the chance to stand up and dust himself. He found his cane, examining the area before a whisper came to his ears.

The Entity was displeased. 

Displeased that a mere survivor revolted against the Blight. Displeased that three others witnessed it. Displeased that such an idea of hope was now planted into their minds.

The Blight was given a warning, but not one he cared much for.

No.

He had other things that he was now…fascinated with.

His free hand reached down to grab one of the many syringes he carried around with him, admiring the orange liquid that glistened beneath the temple’s light.

Oh how he wondered…curious to see the beautiful sight that was your heart pumping the serum through those veins of yours. How that anger from a survivor could become a new project. A mere survivor no more…he was almost obsessed now with how you stood up against him and beat him to the ground.

Talbot Grimes had a new obsession.

#dbd #dbd ghostface #dbd blight #ghostface x reader #danny Johnson x reader #dbd danny johnson #dbd talbot grimes #blight x reader #talbot grimes x reader

[gretavangroupie]

Bloom (Chapter 7)

Chapter 6

Official Bloom Playlist

Warnings: Fluff, Smut. 18+ ONLY. Minors DNI

A/N: Please make sure to check out the playlist above for the full effect while reading this chapter. As always, thanks for reading!

“It’s always and ever, only you.” - Butterflies Rising

Flying with famous musicians is an experience, to put it lightly. The recognition of the guys ebbing and flowing throughout the day. Every once in a while a group of girls would quietly and nervously approach and ask for a photo with them, you offering to take it, and the girls walking away absolutely giddy. Josh, Sam, and Danny doing most of the talking throughout the interaction, Jake saying as little as possible but still happy to take a photo. Somehow you all ended up on the exact same flight into Flint. I guess that’s what happens when they are all from one of the smallest towns in Michigan. 

You had never been to Frankenmuth, Josh has been telling you all about its endearing qualities leaving out the part about freezing temperatures of course. You had packed and repacked probably 10 times, you were so nervous about having the perfect outfit for Thanksgiving. You would be staying with Josh, Jake and Sam, at their childhood home for the weekend. You could tell the guys were already relaxing and looking forward to it with all of the horsing around and jokes they cracked the entire plane ride from Nashville to Flint. You and Josh sat in front of Jake and his girlfriend, Sam and Danny sitting next to each other across from you and Josh.  They talked through the seats and across the aisle the entire hour and 45 minute flight. After telling the guys to calm down approximately 37 times during the flight, and waiting 30 minutes to find your suitcases on the carousel, you were finally stepping out the doors of the airport and walking to find your rental car. Jake offered to drive since there was snow on the ground and Sam had one too many inflight beverages. Danny left you all at baggage claim when his family arrived to pick him up. You, Josh, and Jakes girlfriend, all climb into the backseat, Sam in shotgun of course, claiming that his ‘legs were too long for the backseat’. You head down the road, with the car full of rowdy yelling guys, thanking the lord its only at 30 minute drive to Frankenmuth. You are speechless at the beautiful snowy landscape you see from the windows. It almost looks like a scene from a Hallmark movie. No one in the car understanding your surprise since they all grew up here. This is just normal to them. 

Josh places his hand on your leg and leans into you to whisper into your ear, as you continue to stare out the window, “isn’t its beautiful here?”

You turn to him and reply, “its gorgeous, I can’t believe you grew up here.”

He smiles and pats your thigh, “I am so glad you got to come with me, this is going to be a great weekend.”

A few minutes later you all pull up to the Kiszka house, Jake stating “Ahhh yep just how we left it huh boys?”

“Yeah, let’s wreck some shit!” Sam jokes. 

After collecting your suitcases from the trunk you all trek through the front yard up to the front door, where Josh’s mom is bursting through the door, “My babies are hooomeeee!” she squeals.

Josh releasing an exaggerated sigh “Mother, must you do this every time? You saw us three weeks ago!”

“Yes, I must do it!! You’re my babies!” She says hugging Sammy’s neck. His face making a playful choking expression behind her back.

You make eye contact with her nervously and you clam up not knowing what to say, but thankfully she says it first. 

“Hi! You must be Joshy’s girl! I’m Karen!” She says pulling you into a hug, you’re so glad she is overly friendly. 

“Hi, yeah I guess you could say that!” you say laughing and introducing yourself. She turns to Jake’s girlfriend pulling her in for a hug as well, “Hi sweetheart so glad to see you!”

“Mom we just came from Nashville, I know you probably think we are still sporting our thick Michigan skin but we aren’t and it’s 27 degrees out here, can you please let us in?!” Josh jokes.

She ushers you all inside the house which is much warmer than the front porch. The house is homey and smells like baked goods. There are photos adorning every wall of the home of Josh, Jake, Sam and a girl you haven’t met yet, through various stages of life. One in particular catching your eye of Josh and Jake probably around the age of 3. Jake holding a plastic guitar, and Josh holding a pretend microphone. Smiling to yourself knowing that photo was a small glimpse into the future. 

Karen leads you around the house giving you the grand tour, pointing out where each of you would be sleeping during your stay. You all drop your bags in your respective rooms and the guys immediately bolt leaving you and Jakes girlfriend with Karen. You are a bundle of nerves being alone with them without the guys as a buffer. You all walk into the kitchen and Karen hands you each a cup of coffee. “This should warm you right up!” She says.

Both of you thanking her for inviting you for Thanksgiving and letting you stay in her home. 

All of the sudden you hear a loud crashing noise from what you’re assuming is the basement. “Ope, here we go! Haven't been home 5 minutes!” Karen says. You decide to make your way down the basement steps to see if you can catch a peek at what is transpiring. The boys are physically wrestling each other on the floor. Sam and Jake are going at it as hard as they can. Jake may be smaller than Sam but he is totally kicking his ass. Josh is standing off to the side egging them on. You meet his eyes across the room and he winks before yelling “Rip his leg off Sammy boy!” In a macho sounding voice. 

After a minute or two more they both stop and sit back on their haunches. You playfully ask, “Are you two trying to kill each other or…”

“Well Josh has his ear thing, so he can’t participate but loser has to shovel the driveway.” Sam says. “Currently... it’s a draw.” Eyes squinting at Jake.

As the words leave his mouth Jake tackles him to the ground and sits on his head and counts to three. “That’ll do it boys.” He says standing up and running up the stairs.

“Ugh, every time!” Sam says before storming up the stairs to find the shovel, leaving you and Josh alone in the basement. You begin to walk around exploring the many curiosities in the room. You spot a section on the wall where each child has been measured over their lifetime and rub your finger over the carved panel. “Awww you were so little…” you say smiling over to Josh. 

“Some would say I still am!” He jokes, walking over to meet you. Clutching your coffee mug in your hand you take another sip of the perfectly warm liquid and hear a female voice ring out from upstairs, “Oh brotherrrrr…” 

“Oh, looks like my sister made it home.” Josh smiles at you.

“Your sister?! You have a sister?!” You ask shocked.

“Yeah, Ronnie, well Veronica but don’t call her that, she’ll get mad.” He says jokingly.

“Oh gosh I was not prepared!” You say.

“You’ll do fine angel, just be yourself. Everyone can’t help but to love you. I would know.” He says interlacing his fingers with yours.

Ronnie makes her way down to the basement and down the stairs, practically leaping into Josh’s arms. “Hello Ronnie…” Josh says.

“Hi Josh! I am so happy to see you! How are you feeling? Is your ear okay? Is this your girlfriend?!” She spouts off.

“I am feeling fine, my ear is… well its been better, and yes this is my girlfriend.” He smiles proudly at you. 

“Cute, nice to meet you!!!” She says excitedly.

“Nice to meet you too!” You reply before she bounds up the stairs.

“She is energetic…” you say.

“Yeah, and that is her as an adult…” he laughs.

“Thanks for bringing me here Josh, its really nice to meet your family and spend time with them.” You say shyly.

“Angel, I wanted nothing more than for you to be here with me.” He says bringing his lips to yours. You realize you have hardly kissed him today because of all the traveling and the proximity to his brothers. This makes you kiss him back a little harder to make up for it. Your hand finds its way up to his face your fingers sliding into his hair. He has shaved the sides of his head down again and the little hairs feel like velvet. As your tongues make their way into each others mouths you are quickly reminded that his mother is upstairs probably wondering where you two are. You pull away before diving back for one small quick kiss.

“I’m not done with you angel.” He says seductively pulling you closer to him.

“Well it will have to wait because there is no way we are doing this in your parents basement.” You reply.

“Fine, come on I want to show you something.” He says.

Taking your hand he leads you up the stairs and down a hallway lined with photos. At the end of the hallway on the right you step into a small bedroom. You know instantly this is Josh’s room. The walls are blue with movie posters stuck into the wall with thumbtacks, and various photos from high school taped together in a collage. His wooden queen size bed sits against a wall adorned with freshly washed blue plaid flannel sheets. Across the room is his matching desk with an outdated laptop sitting proudly atop, a handheld camera and a stack of notebooks. Josh walks over to the desk, sits down in the chair and flips through a notebook until he finds what he is looking for. 

“Ah ha, here it is, in all her glory, the first logo for Greta Van Fleet” he laughs.

You look at the scribbled drawing of a ‘GVF’ melded together into a hieroglyph style drawing. 

“You guys have really come a long way since that huh.” You smile up at him.

“Yeah, it’s crazy it all started right here too. Jake sat on that bed right there, guitar in hand and said ‘we should start a band’. That’s it, that’s all it took. He had just started really getting good at guitar and he had always helped me with my film projects so what skin was it off my back to help him with his dream? I dragged Sam along, and then came Danny. What I didn’t know then is that it would turn into this. His dream coming true and me getting to experience it along with him. All this. Its’s always been for him. I know he would have done the same for me so I never questioned it.” He says emotionally. You can tell that the emotions of being home and back in his childhood bedroom have taken ahold of him.

“Well, he’s your brother baby. Your twin actually. Your natural response is to care for him, he’s partly you, and you, him.” You reply sitting down on his lap. 

He kisses your neck and whispers “How did I get so lucky?”

Your heads snap up as you hear Karen’s voice from the hallway “Joshy! Jake! Sammy! Ron...Lets go!” 

You make your way to the kitchen and it smells divine, Karen has made dinner and this time when you see her, a man is attached to her side, who you know to be Josh’s dad Kelly. You had seen a video of him once that Josh showed you on his phone. After introductions you all are handed a plate of food and guided to the dining room table. You spend the rest of the evening laughing, chatting and getting to know each other around the Kiszka family table. You offer to help Kelly and Ronnie clean up the dishes and Josh puts a record on the record player. 

The sounds of Yes’ ‘I’ve Seen All Good People�� ring through the sound system filling the house. 

Jake and his girlfriend begin to dance, Jake twirling her around the room, her dress spinning in the air. Sam and Karen following suit, Sam dipping her in an exaggerated fashion. Everyone is laughing, smiling, and enjoying the moment. It seems like time is moving in slow motion around you. Josh makes his way up behind you, as you're drying dishes at the sink as Kelly hands them to you. Josh slides his hands around your waist hooking his fingers through your belt loops and kissing your neck. You throw your head back on top of his shoulder laughing and squirming and you wonder if this is how it’s always supposed to have been. You and Josh, here in this moment, together.

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Sipping wine out of solo cups in the basement, the crew has gotten restless. Jake and Sam are in a heated game of Mario Kart and Ronnie and Jakes girlfriend are talking about where they want to go Black Friday shopping. Josh is laid out on the couch with his legs lazily draped over you. You feel his eyes burning into your skin. Looking over at him, his gaze locked in on you. A lot of alcohol and a little bit of freedom from his everyday life has sent him into a drunken spiral of lust, and it's directed at you. 

“We are going to head up for the night, we will have a long day of shenanigans tomorrow.” Josh announces. 

He stands up offering you his hand to help you up. He takes his red plastic cup and places it under yours, stacking them together before throwing them away in the trashcan. Leading you up the stairs and down the hall, you both make pit stops in the bathroom before walking to his bedroom. He quietly opens the door, letting you walk in before just as quietly shutting it. “We can’t be too loud, my parents are across the hall from me, of course.” He whispers.

“Okay.” you whisper motioning you zipping your mouth shut.

“I like that, I can work with that…” he says suggestively.

Rolling your eyes you pull your pajamas out of your suitcase. A pair of grey flannel pants with a matching button up top.

Josh has stripped down naked, and pulls on a pair of sweatpants. Turning off the overhead light, he flips to switch on the lamp on his bedside table. 

“Better...” he says quietly.

You begin to take off your clothes, the cool air causing your skin to cover with goosebumps. You quickly pull on your pajamas, relieved at the warmth of the fabric.

Josh pulls the comforter back and crawls in, you can tell he has always slept in the same spot as the bed slightly dips on the left side. He lets out a sigh of comfort and you turn off the lamp and crawl in next to him, aligning your body with his as the little spoon. 

“Just like I remember it.” He says, “but with one new addition.” he adds as he kisses the back of your head. 

“Do you get to come home very often?” You ask.

“No. Not nearly as much as I want to. I can usually make it home for Thanksgiving, Christmas and a week or so around the middle of summer, if we aren’t touring.” He replies sadly. 

“But when I do get to come home, all of the stress in my life just melts away. It’s something about the air here. It’s clearer and calmer. Having you here with me just makes it that much better.” He says softly.

Turning over to your back you roll to face him and reach your hand to his face. You rub your thumb over his lips before gently pressing a kiss to them and whispering “I love you.”

“I love you too angel.” He says kissing you back with just as much love care and tenderness as you felt in his words. His left hand finds the skin of your stomach and slides up to cup your breast, massaging your supple skin. 

Your hand migrates down to the hem of his sweatpants, slowly dipping below the surface and grazing the smattering of hair right above his base. You grab his length wrapping your hand around and squeezing gently, a silent plea that you want this to progress.

His hand makes its way to your center, feeling your warmth through the fabric of your pajama pants. His fingers gently untie the bow at your waist and begin to slide the pants down your legs. Once they are successfully off, his follow.

“Turn over baby, gonna have you like this...” He whispers in your ear.

You are back in a spooning position, the tip of his dick resting on the crotch of your panties. 

“You have to be quiet, silent actually. Im going to fuck you, slow and deep and you’re not gonna make a sound. Okay?” He says.

“Okay.” you reply breathlessly.

His fingers find the crotch of your panties and two fingers dip underneath the fabric and graze through your wetness before sliding up to circle your clit a few times. A small whimper escaping your mouth. 

“Hush baby or i’ll spank you next time.” He says into your ear with a bite.

His fingers pull your panties further to the side and he aligns the tip with your core. Thrusting his hips forward his dick slides into you easily with a little more tightness than usual from your side laying position. “Fuck angel, you are so tight like this.” Hey says.

“Hush baby...” you mock back at him.

He pumps into you hard one good time “oh angel are you mocking me?” He says thrusting again.

“Mmmm” you respond.

His hips begin to move slightly faster, and you feel your orgasm growing in your belly. 

“Never did I think I would be fucking the most gorgeous girl I’ve ever seen in this bed.” He grunts out.

“Shhhhh…” you reply.

“Oh baby you’re asking for it now.” He replies. His hand reaching around, fingers diving into the front of your panties pushing your hips back and holding you there as he continues to thrust into you. His fingers circling your clit.

“Josh I’m close, I’m gonna…” you breath out.

“Another sound and you're over my knee at the next opportunity baby, make your choice.”

One more hard thrust and you throw your head to the side, your mouth connecting with his as your orgasm runs its course inside of you. Your soft moan echoing into Josh’s open mouth. 

He pulls you into him harder and pumps twice more before a grunt leaves his chest and you feel his cum wash over your insides. 

“Tomorrow, while my family is in the house enjoying the lovely day, I am going to spank your ass and then I am going to fuck you over the amps in the garage. Bet on it angel.” He says pulling out of you. 

He smoothes the hair away from your neck giving you a gentle kiss, before saying “also, love you so much and goodnight.”

Shaking your head smiling, you say “can’t wait and I love you too you, goodnight Josh.”

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Pies. Waking up you smell pie. You realize Karen must already be up and started on cooking for Thanksgiving Dinner. You open your eyes and roll over and are greeted with the beautiful sight of Josh sleeping soundly next to you. The sun from the window splaying perfect yellow rays on his angelic face. His lips are slightly parted, and you silently think to yourself how unfair it is that his lips are so naturally plump and pink. You can see his eyes moving beneath the lid and realize that he is dreaming. The corners of his mouth begin to turn upward almost like he is trying to smile. You lay your head further into the pillow and just watch him for a few minutes. He is easily one of the most beautiful people you’ve ever seen and you can’t believe he is yours. You also think about how the identical, darker, broodier copy of him is in the next room over. Lighting struck twice. You make it a point to try to get to know Jake better this weekend. You have only had a few exchanges with him, but he is Josh’s twin, and his best friend and that makes him just as important to you. As you sit in your thoughts, a commotion from the kitchen rings through the house followed by a ‘sorry’. 

Josh’s eyes slowly open and he smiles sleepily at you, stretching out his legs before pulling you over on top of him. “Good morning my beautiful *kiss* beautiful *kiss* girl.” he says affectionately. “How did you sleep?” He asks.

“I sleep like a log, I was exhausted.” You reply. 

“Have you been up long?” He asks.

“Maybe 15 minutes?” You respond.

“You were just laying here waiting for me to wake up?” He asks.

“Kind of, I was watching you sleep and daydreaming. You were dreaming and smiling.” You say.

“What were you day dreaming about?” He asks.

“I was thinking about how beautiful you are and how I can’t believe that you chose me.” You reply.

“I would always choose you angel. And I always will. In a crowd of people the only face I see is yours.” He says with a kiss.

Smiling at him you roll off of him and stand up, starting to dig through your suitcase for your toiletries and the outfit you have carefully selected for the day.

A camel brown vintage style corduroy skirt, a cream colored cable knit sweater and knee high riding boots, finishing off with a cream and maroon plaid knotted headband.

You collect your items, blow Josh a kiss and head for the bathroom in the hallway. 

After your shower you’re feeling immensely better. A quick curled blow out and simple makeup and you’re ready to socialize. 

As you pass Josh in the hallway he has showered and is walking around in a towel heading for his bedroom. 

As you enter the living room, you see the Macy’s Thanksgiving Day Parade playing on the TV over the fireplace. Kelly, Karen, and Ronnie are in the kitchen elbow deep in a turkey, who is about to meet its fate in the oven. Sam opting to sit this one out on the couch. You grab a cup of coffee and join him on the couch. Josh, Jake, and his girlfriend slowly filter out one by one until all of you are in the living room together, commenting about the performers and the gigantic balloons floating by. You spend much of the day with the group of siblings playing games in the basement, singing along to songs with Kelly in the kitchen and and chatting about shopping with Karen and Ronnie. Around 4 o’clock Karen announces that it is time to eat and you all collect in the kitchen to watch Jake cut the turkey. Apparently this is his thing, and he has done it for years. You all plate your food and select a seat at the beautifully set dining table.

 Everyone is mostly done with their plates and just chatting with each other when Karen suggest going around the table and talking about the highs and lows of everyones year.  Each family member taking their turn, discussing the hurt and pain and the joys and triumphs of their past year. As Josh begins on his turn his hand finds yours under the table squeezing it for support.

“It has been one of the hardest years of my life. I have had a few unthinkable things happen to me throughout the course of this year, jeopardizing what all of us here have worked so hard for and sacrificed so much for. I can truly say that I am immensely grateful for the love and support that you all, my family, have shown me this year. I wouldn’t have made it with out you…” he turns towards you “and If it weren’t for this girl right here, bringing me out of a fairly dark place when things were tough, I would have surely thrown it all away. The best decision I have ever made is sitting right here at this table with us, and I hope that she will continue by my side for years to come. Anyways, I love you all very much, and Happy Thanksgiving.” He finishes. Your eyes welling up with prideful tears for your love. You feel so lucky to be sitting at his side, and you too hope that you’ll be sitting here for years to come. 

After the emotional experience that was Thanksgiving dinner, you again help out the girls with the dishes. The guys going down to the basement to have their ‘shenanigans’ as they keep calling it. As you finish the dishes, the girls decide to watch a Christmas movie, already excited about the impending holiday. You decide to go down to see what the guys are up to. As you reach the bottom of the stairs the smell of weed hits you like a ton of bricks. 

“Ah, I see now what shenanigans are...” You laugh.

“Babyyyy” Josh exaggerates, “come take it hit, it will be fun.” He implores.

You decide what the hell, and sit down on the carpet with them, “alright, let me have it Sammy.” You say reaching your hand out.

“Alright, good girl isn’t so good…” Jake says with glazed eyes and a smile.

You take a small pull from the diminishing joint and inhale it into your lungs before slowly letting it leave your lips.

“Oh Jesus, that was hotter than I expected it to be.” Josh says. “everyday you surprise me.”

Shaking your head laughing you pass it over to Jake. The circle continues until the joint is dead. All of you absolutely gone when all is said and done. 

Jake and Sam head upstairs to find out what leftovers there are to eat and you and Josh are left in the basement. 

“I think I am ready to make good on my promise pretty girl.” Josh says swiping his thumb across your lips. 

“And what promise is that?” You ask.

Your head floating you stare directly into his eyes and you swear you can see his brain at work.

“Lets go.” He says standing up and pulling your arm with him. You walk up the stairs, through the kitchen and out the side door. The garage is detached and sits slightly away from the house. You walk down a gravel path that leads to a door on the front of the garage. Josh grabs a key from over the door jam and unlocks the door before placing the key back. Stepping inside he flicks a light switch and an old fluorescent light audibly flickers on. This isn’t just a garage, this was their music space. There is a rug in the middle of the garage, a small black drum kit, and two sets of stacked amps on either side of it. Josh shuts the door behind you pushing out the cold air. He pushes you up against the door, his mouth desperately finding yours. Your hands grabbing at the tiny curls at the back of his neck, you arch your neck giving him access to your throat. He pulls your skirt up around your waist and slides your panties off, shoving them into his pocket. His hand returns and his fingers slide through your slick. The moan that escapes you is louder than usual, and you aren’t sure if it is the weed causing this but you’re fairly positive it is. Your senses are heightened and you are feeling things more intensely than before. Spreading your legs with his knee he squats down and wraps his arms around your thighs, his mouth connecting to your core. His tongue ricocheting in continuous motions against your clit. A scream crying out of you as the assault continues. A “mmmm” vibrates again your center as Josh says “you taste even better now than you normally do.” This sends your head spiraling and you are loosing yourself to the beautiful kaleidoscopic patterns forming in your closed eyelids. “Josh fuck me now before I cum.” you beg.

He stands up and leads you over the stack of amps. “Im going to make good on that promise angel. Remember, you made this choice last night.” Bending you over the front of the amplifier, he positions him self behind you and with a crash a slap rings out on your ass. “Count” he says.

“One.” You say.

“Good angel, again.” He breathes before delivering another harsh blow.

“Two.” You cry. 

“Ahh so beautiful pretty girl.” Another blow lands on the red welting skin.

“Three.” A tear forms at your eye.

“One more baby.” He says delivering the final blow to the bright red skin. 

“Four.” You choke back a sob of pleasure. 

Leaning down kissing the throbbing skin Josh says “You did so good, baby. I love the way your body responds for me.”

Suddenly you feel Josh’s dick sliding into your dripping wet center. “You love it don't you baby... You are soaking wet for me.” He says. “We have to be quick, they will be coming to find us any minute.” You agree nodding your head. 

Placing his hand firmly on your shoulder he begins to thrust into you pounding away at that sensitive collection of nerves inside of you. Your brain foggy from the weed begins to notice that your orgasm is already quickly approaching, “Josh I’m close. Please harder.” You beg. 

He begins to drill into you harder your skin connecting and echoing off the garage walls. He moves his hands to either side of your hips pulling you to him and thrusting hard into you, his moan setting off your orgasm as you scream loudly into the cluttered garage. “God damn it angel, that was so fucking good” he says with a few more deep thrusts. “Im going to cum inside of you. Make you mine.” He says  “Im cumming, god i’m cumming, fuck” with an explosive jolt you feel him fill you. 

Hearing voices faintly outside, Josh quickly pulls out and pulls his pants on, tucking his sensitive dick in the waistband of his pants. He quickly throws you your panties and you slide them on and pull your skirt down just as the door knob rattles, feeling his cum dripping out of you. 

Jake, his girlfriend and Sam and Ronnie step into the garage and stare at you. 

“Oh god were you fucking?” Jake says in a grossed out voice. “On my amp, dude??” he says placing his hands over his head and walking out. 

You and Josh smirking but not responding. 

“Gross.” Ronnie says.

“Anyways… we were coming to find you to see if you wanted to jam in the basement for a while, Danny is heading over.” Sam says. 

“What do you think angel, shall we?” Josh asks.

“Yeah, let’s do it.” You reply.

You all make your way out of the garage and lock it up before making the walk back to the house and into the basement. 

The guys have been playing and messing around with new sounds for well over two hours. Everyone is a little bit drunk off hard seltzers, causing the giggles. The guys have played through some new music they are working on, no words written yet of course. Jake leans over to Josh and holds his hand up to cover his lips moving, and whispers in his ear. A smile erupting across Josh’s face as he nods his head. They telephone the secret message to each other until all of the guys are aware of the situation. Suddenly Jake starts playing his guitar, a soft and sweet melody ringing through the room. The rest of the guys come in and complete the sound.

Josh relaxes into the chair, and starts to softly sing playfully staring right into your eyes with a smile. As he makes it to the chorus you are feeling your smile in your cheeks. You are smiling so hard, and you notice that Josh’s eyes haven’t left yours this whole time as he continues to sing.

‘You’re the one I have, so come on back to me…’

As they wrap up the song Jake looks at the rest of the guys and says “Been a while for that one.”

“Too long, but now it’s right.” Josh says reaching his hand towards yours, lacing his fingers with yours he stands up and pulls you to stand with him. 

“Goodnight.” He says tipping his head at everyone, you shrugging your shoulders smiling towards them.

Making the way to his bedroom he throws his arm over your shoulders pulling you into his side to walk side by side. Passing Karen in the living room she shoots you a soft smile and you can see the joy on her face, seeing her son so happy.

You enter the bedroom, softly lit by the side table lamp. You both change into your pajamas and you crawl into bed and turn off the light. The relaxed feeling from the weed, sex, and alcohol has turned your body into a useless collection of limbs. Josh throws his arm over you pulling you in tightly to his chest. “I meant every single thing I said today. You are so important to me, and I care about you so much. I hope you’re here with me for everything from now on.” he says “You fit in perfectly with everyone. They all love you. They told me.” He says in your ear. 

“Who told you that?” You ask.

“Jake…” He replies, “My mom, Ronnie, Sam…” they have all pulled me aside today to tell me how wonderful they think you are. I can’t help but agree.” He says kissing your head. 

“What did Jake say?” You question further. You have been the most nervous about him accepting you. He is Josh’s better half and his voice of reason, his guiding light, and Josh his. 

“I cant tell you exactly what he said, that’s between us. Just know that he wants you to stay as much as I do.” He says. 

Content with that answer you let it be. “I love you Josh, I am so glad I found you.” You say with a drowsy voice.

“Ahh angel, I love you too. So much. A place in my heart will forever belong to you.” He says with another kiss snuggling his head into his pillow. The next thing you hear is the even breaths from his perfect lips.

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