#and why david getting pissed at him makes him so angry

[we-are-inevitable]

btw in the restaurant au. if you even care. jack goes to culinary school because growing up, his dad always made incredible food, and he started puttering around the kitchen with him when he was like 5 years old. he always wanted to try better recipes and newer things, and his dad- though they didnt have much money- would always save up for good ingredients so jack could cook whatever his little heart desired. cooking was their time; i imagine his dad was a line cook or something, not at a fancy restaurant or anything but at a little diner, and cooking was Their thing. jack would spend all day with his mom, and as soon as his dad came home- no matter how tired he was of cooking, no matter how much he wanted to just go lay down- they would go to the kitchen and he would supervise jack as jack made dinner for everyone.

when jack’s mom gets sick, he’s 10 years old, and his dad has to cut back his time at the diner to take care of her, since jack is in school and can’t be there. this means they bring in less money, so they can’t really afford to pay for the fresh ingredients now; most of their meals at home are dollar store staples. hanburger helper, microwavable TV dinners, sandwiches- they genuinely don’t have the money to spend on fresh produce anymore, and even buying ground beef and chicken breasts is splurging that they can’t often afford.

they live on a shoestring budget until jack can get his first job at age 14. his mom beats cancer the first time, but they’re drowning in medical debt, so jack finds a job that will actually hire him despite not being 15 yet, and his first real job is working as a dishwasher at a restaurant down the street. he works nearly every day, and all of his money is given to his father, despite his father insisting that he doesn’t need a job, he shouldn’t have a job, he’s just a kid and his money should be going toward kid stuff and not paying his parent’s medical bills.

but jack refuses, so they keep it up. i think the only non-mom-related expenses jack has are food related,, sometimes he’ll stop in the little grocery store he would go to with his dad when they were younger and buy fresh vegetables and a little two pound roll of hamburger meat, just so they can at least have one meal that isn’t ready from a box. jack continues this until he’s fifteen, and by the time he turns 15, his mother’s cancer is back, even after only been beaten for a year, and it’s a lot worse.

jack drops out at 15, after having long conversations with his father, and though it breaks his father’s heart to see jack doing this, it’s unfortunately what needs to be done. jack drops out and gets another job on top of the dishwashing, and he ends up as a line cook at a fast food place. they’re able to pay the bills on jack’s paychecks, and get groceries with the little that jack’s dad makes from the days he’s able to work.

jack’s mom passes when he’s 16, leaving jack and his dad to cover both funeral and medical expenses. they’re drowning after that, both grieving in their own ways. jack’s father can barely get out of bed for weeks, but jack is back at work the day after his mother’s funeral because he knows they can’t risk falling behind on bills.

jack’s dad loved his mom so much. they were such a happy family before she got sick, which wasn’t her fault, none of this was ever her fault, but after she passes he’s completely out of commission. he can’t keep a job, he barely talks anymore, he drinks and drinks until jack can’t recognize him. it’s terrifying to watch, but jack gives him his time- he knows that eventually, his father is going to get back on his feet, and he’s going to be okay, and he’s going to go back to work and they’re going to get to relax and things will be fine again.

jack’s dad dies a few days after jack’s 18th birthday. they didn’t see it coming. the paramedics say it was a heart attack. jack likes to think of it as his mom needing his dad. it’s easier to stomach that way.

but that’s fine. everything is fine. jack, freshly 18, plans his second funeral and again, he’s back at work the day after putting his dad in the ground. he sells most of the furniture to have some extra cash. he finds a cheaper apartment in the bad part of town because he can’t afford a two bedroom when he’s just one kid. he has a bed, he has photos of his parents, and he has a kitchen. that’s all he needs.

the next few years pass with jack climbing the ranks in whatever restaurants he can get his hands on. he’s finally in a place where he can save for school, culinary school, and he has more restaurant experience under his belt by the time he’s 21 than most of his older coworkers do. he busts his ass and works so hard to put himself through school, and when he finally gets his certificate after everything, he can rest. he starts applying to different high end restaurants, and he works as a cook in a nice steakhouse for a while, but he doesn’t like his coworkers and knows he deserves more than being miserable.

when he hears about a new restaurant opening in the area, some “high end” burger joint called Pulitzer’s, he throws his hat in the ring with an application and is hired on as the lead chef at the age of 25.

he’s 26 when a new server named David Jacobs is hired, and things start looking up.

#this is why jack is so fiercely defensive of his cooking #and why david getting pissed at him makes him so angry #jack also is able to get his GED before going to culinary school and he just wishes he could tell his dad he finally finished high school #this is so much longer than i meant it to be but fuckkk bro jack loves his dad so much #jack kelly #newsies #davey jacobs #david jacobs #livesies #newsies musical #jac txt. #jac’s headcanons #restaurant au #javid

[urrockstar-xe]

you are everything - j.m x fem!reader

posted jan 27th, 2024 3:15pm

anon asked: Hey, could u write this prompt: “I’m going to ask you something and you have to answer me honestly” for jj Maybank and Y/n fem reader. Maybe make it like an emotional scene like they are best friends and they got into a fight about her doing something dangerous idk, but it makes her realize jj loves her and then she asks the prompt like later that night.

sososo sorry for the wait love, i hope u enjoy.

use of Y/n, John B plays cupid/the mediator, swearing, not proofread.

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wordcount: 1.4k

Things had always been rocky in terms of the ”what are we?” factor for you and JJ, it was fun in the beginning and as the hunt for the gold took over the Pogues’ lives it turned into something with more substance behind it. 

Your heart nearly left your chest every time JJ pulled one of his stunts, every time he would sit there and flirt with Kie, and every single time that he decided to sleep over at yours, claiming he was too tired to go all the way home or just to the chateau. 

Of course, you let him stay every time, why wouldn’t you? 

This last time things were different. You were in the hot seat, you had to prove just how much that stupid phrase meant to you.

Pogues 4 Life and Ride or Dies had grown to mean the same things.

The cards were laid out on the table and they spelled your name.

JJ insisted on you not going he had fought John B over it.

“If she goes in there alone she’s screwed, man!” JJ was angry, John B knew how much you mattered to him and agreed to it anyway “What if it was Sarah, huh?” 

“Don’t bring her into this, man” John B gave JJ a warning look as JJ scoffed and shook his head, his gaze shifted to the floor, almost ashamed of the words he was about to say aloud. 

“Anything, I mean anything happens to her, John B, and I will never speak to you again.” 

Yet he still spoke them, and with how much the two boys had conquered together they both knew every word as the truth, John B knew how risky it was to send you in to steal that artifact, although small you could be killed if found with it.

But John B needed it, and you offered.

“If I had told her no, she would’ve fought me, you know that.” John B said, a softer tone in his voice as he watched his best friend nod in response to his words. “I know she would have” 

Despite the protests from Pope, who had just been against the idea altogether, and JJ you still went in, walking through the dark museum while getting flashbacks to when JB and JJ convinced you to come investigate the abandoned house by the chateau in 8th grade.

You were all chased out by a scary man with a gun, it wasn’t loaded but 14-year-old you didn’t know that,  JJ and John B were cheering and hollering with all of their adrenaline on your way back while you focused on not having a panic attack.

You had felt all those feelings from when you were 14 all rushing back now,

But you did it, and when you made it out to the Twinkie and you were met with happy smiles and excited cheers you weren’t fighting off a panic attack, and you weren’t 14, and JJ was pissed.

~

JJ was fuming, 

You were confused because what does it matter?

It was barely a week ago that JJ had nearly killed himself while wrecking his motorbike but when you decide to sacrifice something it's bad?

“I have just as much on the line as you do JJ! What the hell is the difference?” Your tone had come off more tired than angry, a slight contrast to JJ’s 

“No, you don’t! See when I do shit like that it's okay because I’m not important but you! You are everything, Y/n, why would you even risk something so stupid like that?” JJ’s voice sounded exasperated.

An uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you as you thought about JJ’s words, you opened your mouth to respond but before you could he shook his head and left, left his backpack on the couch, and walked to the door. shook his head, and left. 

JJ just left the chateau, leaving you standing there alone to really think over whatever the hell just happened between you two.

“You okay?” the sound of John B’s voice snapped you out of the trance JJ left you in, turning to look at him as he stood at the entrance of the backdoor. 

“Yea- Yeah, I’m fine, yeah.” shrugging shoulders and repetitive words didn’t quite convince either of you as you sighed. “He’s being so weird about this, John B,” you said, giving up on the everything is fine, facade as you put your face in your hands. 

“He’s just protective over you, should’ve seen how bitchy he got with me when I let you go in there.” John B, sat on the old couch, watching you with sympathetic eyes.

John B knew why JJ was being like this because of course he does, he just wasn’t planning to share with the class. 

“JJ is never like this with the rest of the pogues, not even you! Why does he single me out?” Your gaze fell on JB as he looked up at you with a small smile and a shrug. “I honestly couldn’t tell you what it is but, I’ve only ever gone that hard for Sarah” His words sunk in as he stood up and went down the hall to his bedroom, leaving you with the aftermath of uncovering more questions.

You sat where John B had previously, repeating his words in your head, what’s that even supposed to mean? Is he trying to play the sneaky and ominous- Oh my god, he’s trying to play Cupid.

But it’s not like JJ’s in love with you or something, he just couldn’t be.

But

If he had been in love with you that may explain many things, especially his behavior, and oh my god, again.

“JB, I’m leaving!” You called out, standing up and grabbing both your own and JJ’s backpacks as you rushed out the door not wasting time on waiting for John B to say bye. 

JJ had taken off on his motorbike which made you seriously regret having your dad help him fix it right about now as you had to go on foot but at least you knew where he’d be. 

~

It had been a thirty-minute walk but finally, that old bike came into view just before the familiar blond did, he fixed his hat, picking it up and shaking his hair for a second before putting it back on. He didn’t notice until you sat beside him, JJ turned to look at you before looking back at the water. 

A few moments passed like this, silence settling between you as you both stared at the water, arms touching and breathing becoming synced up. “You’re just not super replaceable” JJ broke the silence first, nudging your arm ever so softly. “Yeah, but neither are you” you nudged him back, looking at him only to be met with him already looking at you. 

You sighed, eyes flickering over his face as his gaze fell to what you could swear were your lips. “I’m going to ask you something and you have to answer me honestly” Your voice was soft and quiet as you spoke, watching as JJ merely nodded in response. 

“Are you in love with me?” JJ’s whole body tensed at the question, he panicked, looking out to the water while thinking of an answer that wouldn’t take away every last bit of dignity he had left-

“Because I love you, JJ” You knew he was looking for an out and your genuine confession gave him one. He looked back at you as soon as the words settled in, “I just, I can’t-” JJ sighed, words stopping in his throat, eyes pleading with you to just understand, and of course you did.

Why would it suddenly be so easy for him to say out loud when he never hears it? 

“I know, J, just yes or-” “Yes, I am” he nodded so eagerly you couldn’t help but laugh.

“Good,” you nodded.

You leaned into his hand when it found your cheek, gently guiding your face to his own before finally kissing you. Soft and slow and full of unsaid words, you felt it still even when he pulled back and sucked in a harsh breath. “I love you” JJ whispered, as if he was scared of it because he was.

But as you pulled him back for another kiss, he couldn’t help but think maybe he wouldn’t be anymore.

But that wouldn’t stop your JJ from fighting anyone who allowed you to get in harm's way, including you.

#jj maybank x reader #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x you #jj mayback x reader #jj mayback imagine #outer banks imagines #obx imagine #obx fanfiction #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank

[miyuhpapayuh]

Shame on me.

“It’s a shame for you,

It’s a shame for me..

Is the blame on you?

I could say the same for me!

After the wrong, is there a right?”

That’s exactly what she was wondering as she watches her boyfriend of one year, Lucky, sing to another random girl on stage.

It wasn’t even the fact that he was singing to them, because she understood the attraction that women had towards him, and she couldn’t blame them.

But, she didn’t think there was any real reason why he should be getting down on his knees and gripping them up and being all in their faces.

She’s expressed her slight frustration, once, and he chalked it up to her being paranoid. And of course, when that wasn’t enough to make her calm down, he fucked every doubt right out of her mind.

But, that only holds over for so long.

So, here they are again. Lucky out there on bended knee making some pretty brown girl squeal with joy, while his lover fumes behind the curtains.

After the show was over and the pair were on their way home, the unwanted conversation lingered in the air.

With her arms folded across her chest, she stared out of the window at the dark blue sky, while Lucky kept a tight grip on the steering wheel, already knowing that this was about to tear up his nerves.

“Wassup, baby?” He asks, briefly looking in her direction. “Why you facin’ the window?”

“Hm. I could think of a couple reasons, but I’ll keep ‘em to myself.”

He sucks his teeth. “Let’s not do this, tonight.”

“That’s why I said I’ll keep ‘em to myself.” She snaps, looking in his direction.

“Here we go.”

“David, please. If you’re not gonna be real, then just leave it alone.”

Taking offense, he pulls into an empty lot and parks the car.

She rolls her eyes, not moving her position. “It’s dark out here and you playin’.”

“I’m not playin’. I’m bein’ real. Wassup witchu?” He nudges her arm, pissing her off.

“You know exactly wassup with me. But, it ain’t no big deal to you, so whatever.”

“You sure? Cause, it’s whatever doesn’t sound like a very solid stance.”

She rolls her eyes. "Leave me alone."

He stares at her. “You gon tell me what's got you so angry or is it still whatever?"

“Fuck you, Lucky. Seriously.” She spats, fully facing him. "You know why I'm upset. It's why I'm always upset, with no good reason, according to you."

“You know what? I don’t know what it’s gonna take for you to understand. Why we gotta argue? You don’t see me blowin’ up at you for them lil stunts you be pullin’!” He responds.

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“Right. We got amnesia, now? You don’t be posting half naked all over Instagram, every week?”

“Are you serious, right now?” She asks.

“Dead serious.  You always trippin’ and goin’ on bout me and what I be doin’, like you ain’t out here lookin’ like you want some attention.”

“Well, I wonder why the fuck that is!” She huffs.

“So, that’s my fault too, huh?” He chuckles, resuming his driving to their destination.

“Fucking duh.” She grumbles, continuing to stare out of the window.

“I’m not looking for anybody’s attention, but yours. You stupid motherfucker. But, you’re too busy giving it to them heffas you call fans.”

“You act like I’m cheating on you.”

“You might as well be.” She quips.

“Just let me know when you’re ready to have a rational conversation.” He pats her knee, chuckling again as she jerks away from his touch.

Back at home, the pair’s annoyance with each other continued to fester.

“Aren’t you tired of walking back and forth, yet?” Lucky asks, growing tired of her pacing the expansive floor in front of their bed. “Come sit down, please.”

“Not if you’re not gonna listen to me. I might as well go downstairs.”

“I’m listening to you! I’ve been all ears, all night!” He grows defensive, his voice rising by the slightest.

“Lucky, fix your tone.” She warns.

Sighing to himself, he shakes his head. “Please, just come and sit down.”

Reluctantly sitting down beside him, she looks up at him. He’s already staring back at her.

“Talk.”

“I’m not cheating on you. I go out on stage and do my job. You know I love my fans. I just go out there and make ‘em happy. That’s it. I’m sorry that I made you feel disrespected and neglected, baby. That was never my intention.” He frowns, reaching out to grab her hands into his own.

“You know how I get.. it’s no excuse, but I just can’t handle someone being that close to you. Touching you and clinging onto you like I do. And, it makes it worse when you indulge, but I know that’s your job. I got it. I’m sorry, too.”

“That’s how I felt, when you was postin’ that shit on the gram.” He snorts, “had ya ass hangin’ out, muhfuckas lookin’ at my goods and shit.”

“I’m sorry, baby.” She pouts.

“I should bend you ova’ my knee,” his deep brown eyes glow in the dimly lit room. She fails to hide the smirk growing on her lips.

As the tension leaves the room, it’s quickly replaced by lust so thick, it clouds their minds.

“Come’ere.” She beckons him with a single finger, resulting in him tackling her into the sheets, pulling and yanking at her clothes, until she’s as naked as the day she was born.

She tugs on the bottom of his shirt, before his hands place hers on the bed. “Stay just like this.”

Kissing her rebuttal away, his lips touch every part of her skin as he sinks into her lap, guiding her long legs over his shoulders.

Her hands quickly thread into his coils, tugging as his tongue glides over her clit, down to her opening and back up.

Over and over.

“Oh fuuuuuuck!” She moans.

“Mmmmh,” he moans against her, driving her wild. His hands rubbing up and down her sides.

“Shit!,” she breathes. “Just like that!”

Adding his index and middle finger to the equation, she explodes in no time.

But, he didn’t cease, until he brought her to another climax so intense, she damn near pushed him away.

He chuckles, rising up from the bed to strip.

“I ain’t even gave you this dick yet, baby. Don’t tap out on me, yet.”

Sinking back into between her legs, his eyes lock on hers as they move in sync.

“I love you,” he mumbles over her parted lips, her breathing slowly picking up.

“I love you, too.”

Hips grinding against hers, poking at that spot that seizes her up.

“Yes, babyy… that’s the spot.” She whines, sinking her nails into his hips as he picks up speed with every thrust, til he’s damn near pounding into her.

“My god!” She whimpers, lifting her head up to look between them at the mess they’re making, not getting far as Lucky pushes her head back towards the pillows.

“So fuckin’ good… mmm!” He growls, hand cupping her face.

“I’m gonna… I’m gonna—- oooh shit, baby!” Her legs open and close around his thighs, fighting off her release.

“Cum on this dick, baby,” was enough to drive her over the edge, her nails digging into his back.

Tossing her onto her stomach, he wastes no time sliding back into her. She bites down on her bottom lip.

“Don’t get all quiet now… talk yo shit, babe.” He taunts, easily locating one of her many spots.

“Unh… fuck you,” she moans, rolling her hips against him.

He deeply chuckles, smacking her ass. “Fuck me, huh.”

“Mmmhm.. I hate you.” She teases, smirking once he grabs the front of her neck and begins to drive into her, roughly.

Her mouth falls open, nothing but gasps escaping as his strokes actively take her breath away.

“You hate me… but, you love when I get up in this pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes!”

“You love when daddy make you cum, don’t you?”

“Yesss, yes! Deeper… deeper, baby!” She yells, drunk on his stroke.

Doing just that, he touches her soul with just a few thrusts, her eyes almost rolling out of her head.

“Fuck,” she gasps, gripping the sheets in her hands. “Right there, babyyyy… right there!”

“I’m where you need me, baby?”

“Yeah! I’m gonna cum— I’m gonna cum!” Her arch begins to falter as her orgasm shatters through her, pulling him down as well.

“Ah shitttt,” his grip on her neck tightens, before slowly loosening as he fills her with his warmth.

“Mmh,” he sighs, pressing kisses up her spine as she comes down from her high. “You still mad at me?”

They share a laugh.

Some toxic filth for y'all lmao enjoy!

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[obetrolncocktails]

Ignition | Danny Wagner X f!Reader X Jake Kiszka | Part 5

Have you read Part 4?

Warnings: Minors ABSOLUTELY DNI! (18+), SOAKED PANTIES/ UNDERWEAR ALERT, intense sexual tension, unprotected sex, oral f. receiving, teasing, foreplay, fingering, fluff, brief mentions of feelings of inadequacy, graphic descriptions of sex. (YOU AND DANNY FINALLY FAWK).

Word Count: 9,741K

A/N: This might be some of my favorite writing I've done in a while, ESPECIALLY the smut. I tried my best to make this smut seem as realistic as possible to how I think Danny would behave...take that as you will. 😈

Here’s a link to the song mentioned in the fic: Mr. Forgettable—David Kushner

Here’s a link to the Spotify Ignition Playlist: Ignition

“Kenn, I think we might…you know–” you told one of your close friends through facetime.

“Oh?” She asked, taking a sip of her iced latte through the camera. “This is Danny, right? Not Jake?”

“Definitely not Jake,” you insisted. “We haven’t really been talking lately.”

“Oh. What happened?” She asked disappointedly, having been left out of the loop since the last phone call. 

“Well, I finally told him how I felt, and things didn’t really go well. He completely ghosted me for like two weeks until I confronted him at rehearsal, and even now things are really weird. I don’t know,” you shrugged, trying to blow off the hurt that you most definitely still felt. “We haven’t talked,” you shrugged.

“Wait, so you told him you liked him, and he just disappeared?” She asked, slurping loudly through her straw. 

“Yeah,” you said simply, plopping your head down into your covers before lifting it again. 

“Maybe it freaked him out,” Kenn replied. “I don’t know. But that’s weird that he acted like that. Did he tell you if he had feelings or not?”

“He said he didn’t love me like that. He said he’d always be there for me and then literally disappeared off the face of the planet.”

“Damn,” she sighed. “I’m really sorry, Y/n,” She apologized gently. “I really wish I could be there with you. We’d have a sleepover and we’d do the whole ‘eat Ben & Jerry’s and cry’ thing.”

You shrugged, chuckling softly. “Honestly, I think I’m past all that. Danny and I are kind of a thing, now,” you explained. “I don’t know where it’s gonna go, and things are still new, but he’s such a good guy, and he makes me feel–I don’t know,” you blushed. 

“Sexy? Like you’re floating?” She asked, grinning widely. 

“All of the above. And more,” You answered. “Jake will come around eventually, and if he doesn’t, I’ll be sad, but I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?” Kenn asked. “You guys are so close, Y/n. I can’t imagine you and Jake just not being a package deal, you know?” 

Her bringing up the obvious made you uncomfortable. She’d asked the questions you’d avoided for weeks. “I miss him, and I’m fucking angry. I never thought he’d act like this, even if he didn’t like me–and now, I just don’t get it.” 

“He hasn’t tried to talk to you? Not at all?” 

You shook your head. “Nope. I yelled at him at rehearsal last week though,” you explained. Kenn snorted. 

“Oh my God. Hell hath no fury like Y/n when she’s pissed off,” She continued. “What did you say?”

“He kept giving me all of these excuses as to why he couldn’t or wouldn’t reach out to me first…that I should have been the first one to reach back out to him knowing I had already put myself out there and got rejected by him. Who does that to their best friend?” 

Kenn shook her head. “A jackass. But like–remember when we were talking, and all the signs were adding up? I swore that he had feelings,” she explained with a confused expression. “Jake wasn’t hard for me to read at all. Every single thing that you told me sounded like he had feelings.” She took another sip of her beverage before shaking the empty cup of ice.  “I had no doubt.”

“Ugh, why are boys so fucking difficult to figure out?!” You groaned, covering your face with your pillow. “Like why did God make me straight? This is sick!”

Kenn chuckled. “All men, I swear, have rocks in their heads.” 

“You’re telling me!” You agreed, your attention moving elsewhere when you felt your phone vibrate as you began receiving a call. It was Danny. 

“Speaking of men, I’ve got a good one calling.”

“I love you, bestie. Keep me updated on Danny. Let me know if I need to kick his ass, too, and I’ll make the trip ASAP.”

“I will, I promise.” 

You hung up with her promptly before switching over the call. 

“Hi,” you said with a smile. 

“Hi gorgeous,” he said through the phone with a delightful tone. “What are you up to?” He asked. 

“Nothing really, just got off the phone with Kenn.” 

“That’s nice, did you guys have a good call?” You nodded, though he couldn’t see you. 

“Yeah, we only get to talk like once or twice a month, so it was nice to catch up.” 

He was quiet for a moment. “Are you in bed yet?” He asked, hope laced into the question. 

“Not even close,” you told him. “Why?” 

“If I tell you, you can’t tell anyone,” he said flirtatiously. 

“I’m sworn to secrecy. Signed by a notary,” you answered playfully. 

“Wow, that’s really official. Truth be told, I have a craving.” 

“A craving?” You asked, grinning. 

“Yup. I figured I’d ask you if you had a craving too, and then, if you would like to possibly fix that craving, maybe perhaps we could carpool to a convenience store…” he said, obviously beating around the bush. 

“Let me see,” you replied. “Oh yeah, you know, I could totally go for a Reese’s right now. I’m fresh out.”

“Oh man, that sucks! But, guess what? I just so happen to have a car!”

“Danny, you know I have a car, too, right?” You chuckled. 

“I had no idea women could drive!” He joked. 

“You deserve to be punched for that,” you told him, raising an eyebrow. 

“Be careful, I like women who are hands on.”

“You’re a loser,” You answered, getting up from the bed, smoothing out your clothes. 

“Your loser, I hope,” he suggested. 

“My loser,” you agreed. 

“I’ll be over in ten then, loser,” he replied quickly, hanging up before you could protest. Soon, you heard his car pull up, his engine purring loudly outside of your window.

“You were just looking for an excuse to see me, weren’t you?” You asked him as you stepped down your front stairs, being careful to not trip over them in the dark. 

“No, of course not! I was just craving some sweet chili Doritos, but was scared to go to the store alone,” he answered, feigning innocence. “Figured I’d call up a buddy.”

“Is that what I am to you, Daniel Wagner?” You asked, ducking down to peer at him through his passenger window. You crossed your arms across your chest. “I’m your buddy?” You lifted your eyebrows skeptically with the question. 

“I have a secret,” he said quietly, pulling his finger upward in a ‘come here’ gesture. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Get in and I'll tell you,” he said with a grin. You eyed him with suspicion, but opened the car door, sinking down into the seat beside him. As soon as you were settled inside, he lifted his hand to tilt your face, leaning his body over the center console to deliver a breathtaking kiss, his fingertips caressing your jaw and the curve of your neck just like before. This kiss was different though, because now, his touch was comfortable and confident. His fingertips knitted into your hair, and yours lifted upward to rest on his shoulder and chest, bunching his shirt in your hands as you deepened the kiss. Adjusting in your seat, you turned your body to him, moving as best you could in such a small space. “Why’d you have to kiss me like that in this tiny fucking car?” You asked breathlessly. 

“Because I like the challenge,” Danny said, licking his lips as he sat back in his seat, his chest heaving. “Plus I’m a glutton for punishment. Oh and I lied about what I was craving,” he added, looking over at you, a glimmer in his eye. 

“Oh?” You answered simply. 

“Yeah. You just fixed it.” At that, your cheeks flamed embarrassingly pink, your skin heating up to the point of almost being feverish.  

“Where did you learn to be so fucking smooth?” You chuckled. He grinned like he had just won something. 

“I’ve got quick wit, Y/n,” he said cleverly. “Also I had to put a lot of practice into impressing you,” he said, flashing his white teeth in a broad smile. 

“You’re such a dork ,” you grinned widely, still feeling the pressure of his lips against yours. Really, you wanted him to go even further, testing your boundaries. 

“Stay over tonight,” you said, laying your head back against the headrest, turning to look at him. “Stay with me,” you told him again, relaxing your expression into one of seriousness. “Please,” you added, placing your opened palm on the center console, waiting for his answer. 

“How’d you feel coming over to my place?” He asked you. “Since we’re still parked in your driveway,” he grinned, looking outside and then back at you. “No pressure, of course.”

“I think I’d like that,” You agreed. “Still up for snacks?” You asked him.

“Nah, not really. It was all a ploy to get you here with me,” he grinned. 

“You know you could have just asked to hang out like a normal person.” You told him with an enthused expression. 

“What would be the fun in that, though? I like to keep you on your toes.” 

You rolled your eyes and reached for the door handle. “Give me five minutes to grab some things,” you told him. The smile that you got in return from him filled you with eagerness and excitement. You practically skipped up the stairs inside your house to pack an overnight bag, a smile embedded in your expression the entire time. 

***

It’s interesting how ceiling fans always become one of the most cliché details in sad, miserable stories,  Jake thought, repetitively tossing one of Danny’s GVF golf balls in the air. He had spent most of the evening lying in place, still dressed in the clothes he wore earlier that day. As he lay, his mind wandered to the image of you and Danny kissing at your house. Once he let himself reimagine it, he’d inserted himself into your arms, imagining if it was him kissing you, him laughing with you, and him sharing his feelings with you. He’d fucked it all up so severely that it was too late to go back now. If he wanted you, he’d have to make a mess, and though Jake hadn’t been one to start drama, losing you wasn’t something he was willing to do. 

“Are you gonna get up and actually do something?” Josh asked, stepping into the room, turning on the light. 

“Ugh!” Jake groaned, rolling over in bed. “Why the fuck are you in my house?” He asked. 

“Because you won’t answer my texts and calls, and quite frankly, it hurt my feelings,” Josh said mostly out of sarcasm. “What’s the problem?”

Jake looked over at his brother, considering if he had the energy to pour out his heart to Josh. Instead, he sighed and looked back up at the spinning fan and continued to toss the ball into the air. 

“Come on,” Josh said. “I can only handle so much brooding before I begin to get jealous from you stealing the limelight.” Jake scoffed with a small grin. 

“You’re an asshat,” he said. 

“I’ll take that as a compliment. Tell me what’s going on. I know who it’s about, at least,” Josh admitted. 

“What do you mean?” Jake said, catching the ball one last time, turning to face his brother. 

“Oh give me a break,” Josh said, coming to sit in the deep papasan chair in Jake’s room, leaning back in it and folding his legs underneath his body. “It’s Y/n. Everyone knows, Jake.” 

“What exactly do they know?” Jake said, reaching his hand back with the ball, spurring Josh to open his hands in preparation to catch the ball. Carefully they tossed it back and forth as they spoke. 

“That you’re an idiot,” Josh began. “Why did you tell her you didn’t have feelings for her? Like, what kind of bullshit was that?” He continued. “You and I both know you’ve been crazy about her since you met her.”

Jake caught the ball and sighed deeply before tossing it back. “I don’t know. I panicked in the moment,” he said. “Nothing ever ends well for me. She’s my best friend. Everyone says don’t fall in love with your best friend, and when she told me she had feelings for me, I just wanted to run away, I–” He shook his head, fumbling for the ball and missing it, watching as it hit the wall with a loud thwack. 

“Shit,” He said, inspecting the wall for damage. 

“Come in the kitchen for shots,” Josh suggested. “I’ll steal your casamigos,” he grinned. “Let’s talk.” 

“I don’t feel like talking,” Jake argued. 

“Well, that’s what you’ve been doing, Jackass. Now get off your ass and talk to me, or I’ll become your worst nightmare.”

“You’ve been that way since we were born,” Jake grinned slightly, rolling off of his bed. 

“And I don’t plan on stopping anytime soon, either,” Josh finished. “Come on.” 

***

“Got everything you need?” Danny asked as you placed your bag on the floor board. He reached his hand over to squeeze your thigh. You nodded with a gentle smile. 

“I think so,” You said, buckling your seatbelt, and offering Danny a gentle smile.   

“Still feel like coming over?” He asked you. “No pressure.”

“Danny, I promise. I want to,” you assured him, reaching over and kissing him on the lips. “I want to stay with you.” 

“Okay,” he said in a low murmur, grinning softly. “Okay.” 

The drive to his house was quiet, but content, his right hand clasped with yours as you rested it on your thigh. You looked out at the night lights as Danny’s music played softly through the car. Danny lived on the other side of town, but much closer to downtown than you’d remembered. Since the boys moved to Nashville, you hadn’t really spent time at his house. Usually, band meetings, rehearsals and get-togethers would take place at Jake’s or Josh’s depending on who was feeling like hosting at the time. Coming here to Danny’s felt like an exciting new adventure. 

“You’re quiet over there,” he said after a while, pulling you from your thoughts. 

“Oh, I was just thinking,” You told him, squeezing his hand and offering him a small smile. 

“Everything alright?” He asked, stealing quick glances at you. 

“Yeah, It’s just–I can’t remember when I was at your house last. I don’t know if I’ve even been inside,” you said honestly. 

“Well, I can guarantee you, it looks just like a house on the inside,” He winked at you. “I’ve got a couch, a fridge–ooh and even a bed, if that surprises you,” he winked, turning into his neighborhood. 

“You better watch it,” You told him. “I’ll start holding it against you,” you grinned. “And you don’t want me to do that.”

“I don’t?” He grinned, raising an eyebrow. “And what exactly would my punishment entail?” Danny asked. 

“I’ll spank you,” you warned him, narrowing your eyes with determination. 

“You’re gonna spank me?” He asked through a chuckle, pulling into his driveway. 

“Don’t tempt me, Wagner. Your height, stature and masculinity means nothing to me.”

“Be careful what you say in tight spaces, sweetheart.”

“Why’s that?” You asked, feigning innocence. 

“Because you just might get more than you bargained for.”

“Is that a challenge?” You asked, reaching for the door handle. 

“It’s a promise,” he said, stepping out of his car and coming around to you, swiftly reaching up underneath you, pulling you upward.

“Danny!” You practically squealed. 

“Up you go!” He said playfully, letting you dangle over his shoulder. Figuring you needed to even the score, you reached back and slapped his ass as hard as you could as he marched up his driveway. 

“Ow!” he yelped, stepping up to his porch. 

“And eye for an eye!” You told him with a chuckle. 

After the playful moment, he carefully swung you back down on your feet and reached for his keys in his pocket, unlocking the door, and opening it for you. “Come on in,” he said, letting you walk past him into the dimly lit foyer of the house. It was decorated with modern taste, with beautiful wood floors installed throughout the entire house. It was an open concept, breathing life into the space, with thoughtful decorations that were most definitely hand picked by Danny throughout the time of being in Nashville. 

In the corner, you saw his golf bag, the clubs sticking out of it at different angles, like he had recently played. 

“I should take you some time,” he grinned, following your gaze. “I’d love to see your form,” He said. “Think you could keep up?” 

“No, I’d be absolutely awful at it,” you admitted, looking up at him. “But, you know what I would be really good at?”

“Mm, what’s that?” He asked. 

“I’d be wonderful at sitting on the golf cart, giving you a big ol’ clap when you make a good shot, and then handing you a fresh beer every now and then.” 

“That’s because you’re dependable, sweetheart,” He said, bending to kiss you on the top of your head. The flirtatious conversation had left you fighting a swarm of butterflies, the pet names making your heart practically swell in your chest. 

“Are we gonna spend the entire evening doing this?” You asked, the corner of your mouth quirking up with playfulness. 

“Doing what?” He asked, stepping into the kitchen and reaching into his refrigerator for a cold bottle of wine. You watched his arms muscles flex as he reached up into the cabinets to retrieve two wine glasses. 

“Flirting with me constantly with no end in sight?” You asked, stepping toward him.

“Is it a crime to flirt with a beautiful woman?” He asked, pouring a glass of wine.

“It is when it drives me fucking crazy,” you said matter of factly, watching as he casually shook the curls from his head. 

“Well in that case,” he said, setting down the full glass, pushing it back on the counter. “Let me make it worse,” he said as he took the last step forward, his hands finding their way to your hips. His face hovering just above yours, and his eyes floated over the curve of your lips, his nose resting perfectly alongside yours. “How about now?” He asked again, his voice barely above a whisper. 

“I think you should kiss me, Danny Wagner,” you told him. “Now.” 

“I like it when you get annoyed with me. This is new,” he grinned. Leaning in slowly, he placed his lips on yours and delivered a delicate kiss, but it wasn’t enough. You wanted more of him. You pressed yourself firmly against him, feeling him reciprocate with stronger urgency, his lips folding in time with yours as you inhaled his scent, knotting your fingers into his curls and tugging. He groaned softly into the kiss, his hands moving downward to grab at your ass as he turned around with you, walking you back against the counter. You felt his hot breath expel against your skin, his slick lips beginning to wander from your mouth, down to the hollow of your neck. He took your earlobe in between his teeth and pressed down, pulling away just enough to elicit a soft hiss from you. He chuckled sexily, his curls tickling your face as he leaned into the crook of your neck, touching his lips to what he thought was the perfect spot. You felt his teeth, then felt the vacuum from him sucking on your skin, leaving a hickey for the next day. “So everyone knows that you belong to someone. To me.” It was bliss to be wrapped up with Danny, and he ensured that you’d feel like the only woman he could see. You felt the small welt pulse 

“Danny, take me to bed,” you whispered as he kissed you. 

“Are you sure?” He asked, pulling away from you to look into your eyes. 

“Let’s just lay together,” you decided to say, knowing you most definitely wanted more, but not sure if it was the right moment or not. 

“Okay,” he said gently with a smile, reaching for your hand. You walked through the house as he led you to his bedroom, having completely forgotten about the wine. He would need no liquid courage tonight. He was already becoming drunk off of you. 

***

“Show me your favorites,” Danny asked in bed with you cuddling him, your head resting on his chest. He’d been swiping through several of his Spotify playlists, playing snippets of several different songs, but never fully committing to playing the whole song through—you’d assume he’d tried to avoid the opportunity for awkwardness. It was amusing to you how he could be so effortlessly effervescent one moment, and then so reserved and bashful the next.

“Play me a full song that you love,” you redirected. “One that you know I won’t know,” you said, turning your head to look up at him. “I just wanna listen. Can be anything.” His fingertips paused. 

“Alright,” he agreed softly, scrolling through his music before stopping at one song called ‘Mr. Forgettable,’ by David Kushner. You watched his thumb hover over the song, hesitating before swiping away. 

“No wait,” you stopped him by touching his arm. “Play me that one.”

“Oh. Okay,” he said, his tone rising lightly with hesitation. You watched as he pressed play, sitting the phone on his belly and laying back. In the low light of his bedroom, you closed your eyes and listened. 

I know that you're waiting for me like a dog But have some patience for the part of me that's lost There's been a hundred times When I don't recognize Any of you that love me I try to memorize and identify But it's all getting foggy My head is in the clouds right now Just pray I come around, around Hello, hello, are you lonely? I'm sorry, it's just the chemicals Hello, hello, do you know me? I'm called Mr. Forgettable  Mr. Forgettable

You listened quietly as you rested on his chest, finding it just so that his heart thumped to the beat of the song. Every now and then, you’d feel a vibration against your ear as he hummed his favorite parts. It was a sad song with a cheerful beat, which you found quite ironic considering its content. Once it was over, you let the silence linger for a few moments before tilting your head to look up at him. 

“Do you feel like that?” You asked him softly, your throat aching. His eyes drifted from the phone screen to your eyes, then your lips and then back up again. He swallowed once.

“Sometimes,” he answered honestly. 

“You feel like you’re forgettable?” You pushed further, propping yourself up on your elbow. 

“It’s okay, really,” he said with a gentle smile, though he wouldn’t look you in the eye. “I’ve felt like that most of my life,” he sighed.

“Danny…” you started, watching as his cheeks pinkened with embarrassment. “You’ll never be forgettable to me.” You placed your hand on his chest and his eyes softened as he looked down at you, his lips pulling into a flat line as his expression grew more serious. “Let me prove to you that you’re becoming everything to me,” You said, lifting your hand to his cheek, watching as his eyes lowered to your mouth. You moved closer to him, your bodies fitting together perfectly as he rolled into you, kissing you tentatively at first, as if testing your boundaries. “It’s okay,” you whispered into the space between you. 

Danny moved to press himself against you, his weight adding a welcome sense of comfort as his hands moved around your body, his fingertips pressing into your skin. “More,” you huffed against his lips. “I trust you.” 

“You do?” He asked, pausing for just a moment.

 “I want more of you, Danny. Please.” His hands move reflexively for the hem of your shirt, and you lifted your arms over your head as he pulled it off of you, tossing it to the side. His hand snaked up your bare skin, his fingertips dipping under the cup of your bra as he kissed you. You felt his touch as he moved his hand around your body, his teeth nipping and tugging at your bottom lip as his tongue danced expertly with yours. Slowly, he released his nervous and patient apprehension, gladly appeasing your request. You reached your hand down where he had paused, pulling his hand upward to hold your breast, guiding him with your hand on top of his. His grip tightened around your breast, his thumb grazing your swelling nipple, a soft, breathy chuckle escaping from his nose as he moved over the bud again, igniting a layer of goosebumps all over your body. Softly, you moaned into his mouth, reaching your hands down to cup his clothed cock, finally realizing how well-endowed he was. You walked your fingertips upward and unzipped his pants, nimbly unfastening the button closure with two fingers, reaching just inside and immediately felt the heat emanating from him. 

Slowly, you walked your fingers down his lower belly and smoothed them over his bulge. His length hardened beneath your touch, and you could feel him tense and then release. You felt his grip tighten around your breast in response as he moved to flip you so that you were on top of him. Rising from him, you moved your hair out of the way to one side and lowered yourself back down, kissing him deeply. Closing your eyes, you intentionally ground your hips against his firm cock, feeling your own muscles begin to contract and release as they silently begged for his attention. 

“You’re such a tease,” he breathed through a sexy smirk, reaching up to unclasp your bra. 

“I’ve said it before, Danny. I’m full of surprises,” you murmured under your breath, your tone heavy with desire. “I’m not always the innocent girl you think I am,” you told him. 

“Then drag me to hell.” He let your bra slip off of your skin, falling onto his belly. He tossed it to the end of the bed before bringing his eyes up to your chest. 

“Jesus,” he groaned again, and you smirked down at him, watching as his eyes widened for a moment before slipping into a lustful expression, his hands moving to squeeze them firmly in his hands, his thumbs moving instantly to rub over your nipples, biting at his bottom lip when they swelled to their full, aroused state. 

“Like what you see?” You asked him, resting your hands on his sides. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/n. How could you not know how incredibly gorgeous you are?” He asked, moving his fingertips to smooth over your bare sides and belly. 

“I could say the same thing about you,” you admitted. “I’ve wanted you for a while, Danny.”

“I’ve wanted you for years,” he added. “I have to admit,” he started, but paused. 

“What?” You asked, raising your eyebrows. 

“I’ve imagined what it would be like to be with you,” he explained. You watched as his cheeks flushed. 

“You have?” You asked him, beginning to grind your hips against him slowly as he spoke. You watched his expression shift slightly as you felt his cock press against your ass through his unzipped pants. 

“So many times,” he admitted quietly, reaching his hands to your hips. He pulled you down further against himself, lifting his hips to grind against your ass. 

“You’ve definitely been on my mind too,” you told him. 

“Oh?” He asked. 

“Mmhmm. Usually late at night when I can’t sleep,” you continued. “My thoughts wander…”

“And what do they come up with?” He asked, whispering his fingertips over your belly, making you shiver from his ghosting touch. 

“Usually they’re thoughts of you,” you explained. “Naked.” 

“And what exactly am I doing in these thoughts?” He asked, the corner of his mouth tilting with interest. 

“You’re with me,” you answered, echoing his touch, walking your fingertips up his belly, taking note of the dark wisps of hair that adorned his chest. Not too much, not too little, just right. He was masculine, but sensitive and understanding, and that duality had the power to drive you absolutely insane. 

“Why’s it so hard for you to say, Y/n?” Danny asked, bringing his hand down to meet yours, interlacing your fingers together. “What were we doing?” His confidence, though so understated and reserved before now settled into a presence that was simultaneously charming and incredibly sexy.

“We were—you know,” you responded sheepishly, looking up into his eyes. 

“Fucking?” He asked quietly, his brown dilating with interest. You nodded yes, but the images in your mind were racing: you bouncing on his cock, your hair falling loose and wild over your breasts, your mouth dropped open in ecstasy as he railed into you. “You’re imagining it right now, aren’t you?” He asked, his lips drawing upward in a crooked line. 

You didn’t answer him. The heat in your face and averted gaze told him everything you needed to know. He chuckled softly, “look at me,” he commanded, and you did, turning your gaze downward. “I would be lying if I said I haven’t imagined the same thing,” he admitted. 

The space between you and him was thick with need and anticipation. “Danny…” you said after a moment. “Are we moving too fast?” You asked him. 

“Do you think we are?” He turned the question around. “Listen,” he said gently. “ I’ve waited for you for over two years. I can wait as long as you need.” You smiled down at him, biting your bottom lip as you took notice of how sexy it felt to have a man so considerate and understanding as your own. Slowly, you moved off of his lap, laying down and cuddling against him, lying in the crook of his arm. 

“I really, really like you Danny. 

“And I really, really, really like you, Y/n,” he responded with a smirk, looking down at you as you tilted to look up at him. 

You echoed his expression. “Kiss me,” you told him. With his free hand, he tilted your head upward by your chin and leaned slightly to place his supple lips on your own. He was so gentle and tender, taking his time as he kissed you. “Let’s slow things down a bit,” he said, smiling against your lips. “Hm?”

“Mmhmm,” you breathed against his kiss, lifting your hand to rest on his cheek, your fingertips dancing upon the curls that dance upon the curve of his ear. His tongue looped around yours, hot puffs of breath exchanging between your mouths. You kicked at the sheets and covers bunched around your legs, and wrapped one around Danny as you lay with him. In his arms, you felt infinitely beautiful, and more importantly, you felt important and valuable. 

***

“Thank you,” you said after a long while. 

“For what?” He chuckled softly. 

“Just for being you. For being just…incredible,” you told him, feeling your pulse thumping through your chest. “For being my person.” 

“You’re my person,” he said, taking your hand in his, kissing it. “And I have a question for you,” he continued. 

“What is it?” 

You watched his Adam's apple bob up and down for a moment before he finally spoke. “Will you be my girlfriend?” He asked, squeezing your hand softly. 

You paused for a moment, a bright smirk growing on your face. “Do you think you can handle me full-time?” You asked him expectantly. 

“Honey, I crave it,” he told you. “All of you. Every day. The silly things, the important things…the happiest things and the saddest ones too. So yes, I think I can handle you. Should I ask you the same question?” 

“Danny, you’re probably the lowest-maintenance man I’ve ever dated,” you explained with a soft grin. “You’re just so– easy.” you landed on the word, and it felt right because it was true. “I don’t think I’ll ever have to worry about what you’re thinking or feeling. So yes, Danny. I think I can definitely handle you. I want you–full time,” you smirked. 

 ***

You’d both let the evening settle, resting on Danny’s chest until, when it became too hot, you’d turned in the other direction, fluffing Danny’s pillows and settling yourself back to sleep. You’d been restless, tossing and turning in bed. It wasn’t Danny’s fault; ever since you were young, you were plagued with being a hot sleeper, ending up kicking off the tangle of sheets and covers toward the end of the bed. Once you’d fallen asleep, images of Danny filled your mind, just like they had before, of him touching you and making love to you after you’d given your body to him completely. In your drowsiness, you’d grown increasingly annoyed with the layer of sweat that had begun to stick to your body, pasting the bottom sheet to your underside. As you rolled around, you uttered sleepy ‘sorries’ to Danny, who moved sleepily to touch you and kiss you before turning over again. You drifted between dreams for the next few hours until you’d roused yourself fully awake again, unable to coax yourself back to sleep. Rubbing at your burning eyes, you rolled out of bed as quietly as possible, trying your best to not bother Danny asleep beside you. He lay fast asleep as you watched him for a moment, tiptoeing around the bed as you moved toward the door. 

The house was dark, save for a small lamp in the living room and the recessed LEDs underneath the cabinets in the kitchen. Opening the cabinets, you searched for the glasses, finding one and stepping toward the fridge, using the water dispenser to fill up the cup. You moved to ice next, hoping that it wouldn’t create much noise, but you were so wrong. Several pieces of ice tumbled out, hitting the sides of your glass and knocking out of the freezer tumbling to the floor.

“Shit,” you said to yourself, bending to pick up the ice cubes, kicking the few strays that you couldn’t reach under the freezer, smiling to yourself while imagining Danny’s grin if you had confessed that you were one of those people. 

“Couldn’t sleep?” 

You jolted, almost dropping your glass of water when you heard his voice. Turning around, you saw Danny stepping into the kitchen, his eyes heavy-lidded, dressed in nothing but thin, black boxers. God-fucking-damn, you thought to yourself, feeling your core activate with need. You squeezed your thighs closer together, clearing your throat.

“Oh,” you began. “Yeah, sorry. I got really hot and couldn’t sleep.” Danny stepped closer to you, his bare chest and shoulders illuminated in the low light as he stopped to lean against the counter beside you, crossing his arms across his chest. 

“Don’t apologize,” he said softly. “Truth be told, I couldn’t sleep, either.”

“You’re such a liar,” you said with a grin. “You were gone when I got up. Didn’t even move.”

“That’s because I was pretending,” he grinned. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, looking at him skeptically. 

“I was thinking about you,” he admitted.

You could have cursed him for having such a sultry gaze in the moment, coming up with something smart or clever to say in response, but this time he had entranced you, moving you to silence. He watched you for a long moment as you swallowed and set down your glass of water. 

“You okay?” He asked you. 

“I’m fine,” you answered him, deciding in the moment that you wanted him in every meaning of the word. You stepped closer to him. “Danny.”

“Y/n.” He answered, his hands uncrossing to fall at your sides, caressing your hips as you stepped into his space. “I think,” you began, mustering the courage and honesty to finally say “I want you to take me to bed–and I don’t mean to sleep.”

He paused for a moment, raising his eyebrows, nodding slowly. “Are you sure?” he asked. 

“I’m sure,” you answered, reaching down for his hands. “Please. I want to know every part of you,” you alluded. “Take me to bed, Danny.”

“Yes ma’am,” he said quietly, leaning forward to place one delicate, but tender kiss on your lips. Squatting slightly, his hands moved behind you, reaching behind your knees to hike you up easily, carrying you silently through the house and into his bedroom. With your arms around him, you felt safe and secure. The moment filled you with excitement and nervousness too, and you no longer felt the insecurities from earlier in the evening. As he moved with you through the threshold of the bedroom, Danny skillfully swung the door shut with his foot and stepped toward the end of the bed where the covers lay unkempt and tangled. Holding you securely with one hand, he pulled the sheets and comforter off of the bed, letting it fall to the floor. Gently, he leaned forward and laid you on your back, staying close for a moment. “If at any time,” he murmured gently, “you feel uncomfortable or you want to stop, you tell me, okay?” You watched as his gaze swept between your eyes, waiting for you to respond. “It’s just us, together. I want it to be perfect,” he explained, bringing his thumb upward to caress your cheek. 

“Me too,” you nodded. “Danny please,” you continued. You appreciated how sweet he was, but the heat and stimulation in between your thighs was starting to become unbearable. 

“Don’t worry,” he said with a flirtatious wink before lowering off of you, reaching underneath your oversized sleep shirt to pull at the waistband of your panties, rolling them down off of you. You watched as his head lowered, and his dark curls swept over your lower belly, tickling your skin. Gently, he placed a soft, velvety kiss on the lines from the waistband that had dug impressions into your skin. Glancing up at you through dark lashes with an eager grin, he rolled your underwear down further, exposing your last vestige of privacy–and yet, beneath his heavy gaze, you felt inexplicably radiant. He looked at you like exquisite, cherished art–like something to behold and to protect–or like how a well-learned sculptor gazes at a monolithe of marble, his mind chipping away the extra pieces to reveal the masterpiece beneath it all. 

“I’ll never get tired of that,” you smiled down at him. 

“Of what?” He asked. 

“The way you look at me.” 

He smiled gently, the apples of his cheeks rising. His arms moved to hook around your legs as he repositioned you, spreading them slightly so he could place more soft kisses on your tender, warm skin. 

“Danny,” you half-whined, feeling restless as he continued to litter your skin with tender kisses. 

“I will,” he answered, predicting your thoughts. “It may be three A.M., but I’m perfectly fine with taking my time with you.” With that, he shut you up and you laid back tossing your hair around you as you watched him take charge below. 

“Just relax,” he told you, adjusting himself between your legs one last time before unhooking one of his hands from around you to part your folds. You should have been embarrassed by the mess you’d already made. You should have fought to keep your legs closed so that he didn’t see how wet you were, but you didn’t. You lifted your head slightly to watch him, his eyes brightening with lust as he saw your open pussy for the first time. “Oh my God,” he murmured almost inaudibly, sliding his thumb into your slick, applying soft pressure to your skin as he touched you for the first time. You felt yourself humming softly, perhaps to break the slight awkwardness you felt, but you stopped as soon as he moved to your clit, pressing the meat of his thumb over the rise, puffing a soft chuckle through his nose in response to your body’s reaction. His fingers had to have been dripping from how turned on he’d made you, yet he made no mention of it. He was silent and focused as his fingers rubbed into you. 

“Still good?” He asked you quietly, and you nodded down at him. 

“More,” you huffed through a whisper, and you watched with great anticipation as he answered your request by ducking his head down, introducing the wet warmth of his tongue as he tasted you for the first time. You felt the gentle puffs of his breath against your thighs, adding to the heat against your skin. And there he was, all over you at once, his tongue lapping at your folds with learner’s curiosity as he traveled the expanse of your pussy, the flat of his tongue dragging along your most sensitive areas just once before moving elsewhere. “Fuck,” you murmured softly, bringing your hands to your breasts, squeezing them through the thin cotton of your tshirt. In response, Danny pressed his face firmly against you, the curvature of his nose pressing into your skin, igniting even more pleasure. Moments later, he began to shake his head back and forth, creating a feeling of undulation against your swollen clit. “Fuck me–oh my god, Danny,” you groaned, reaching down to take a fistful of his hair, pulling him against you and then away when you became overstimulated. Coming up for air with a heavy gasp, you caught a glimpse of his face in the low light of the room, pinkened with exertion and friction. “Come here,” you commanded breathlessly. 

He rose from in between your legs and laid down on top of you, dropping one of his hands back down to your pussy as he leaned in to kiss you, his lips and tongue laced with your own taste. The kiss was fiery and passionate, his lips pressing and pulling at your own as you moaned in response to the movement of his fingers. His face was slick, both with your slick and his perspiration. You could feel his hardness against your belly, your core thumping with anticipation for what was to come. 

“Let’s get this thing off of you,” he grinned, pulling away to tug at the hem of your shirt, lifting his body long enough to slip it off over your head and toss it in the room. He returned to your naked body, his hands smoothing over your breasts and erect nipples. As if he couldn’t resist, he lowered his head, lolling his tongue in loose, wet circles around each swollen bud, suckling and pulling on them. You lifted your hands to his bare shoulders, running your fingertips over the expanse of his back. His skin was so soft, yet his muscles so incredibly strong. 

“Please,” you groaned louder, lifting his face with your hands. “Danny please,” you looked into his deep, chocolate eyes. 

“Please what?” He had the nerve to tease, his breath wisping against your face. “Please what, Y/n?” He asked, his tone looping sugar-sweet into your ears. 

“Please–fuck me,” you finally begged, telling him the words he wanted to hear. “I need you inside of me, now. I need you–” he placed his pointer finger against your lips. 

“You won’t ever have to beg me to fuck you,” he murmured, pulling stray pieces of hair from your face and setting them to the side. In the darkness of the room, his features were cast in a natural blue hue, the sharp lines of his face exaggerated in the contrasting, dark shadows of the evening. He began to move, placing more kisses on each breast, down your sternum and belly before moving off of you. “Do you want to take these off?” Danny asked quietly, standing from the bed. As you sat up, you saw how obvious his erection had become through the crotch of his boxers. 

“Do I turn you on, Danny?” You asked him, looking up from below. He didn’t respond, only gazed down at you with an intensity that needed no further explanation. Hooking your fingers into the waistband of his underwear, you rolled them down slowly, taking notice of his prominent happy trail, which led lower and lower as you revealed more of him. Exhilaration rippled over your body as his skin grew paler, another sign of private vanity that you were becoming introduced to. Slowly, you pulled his boxers down, revealing inch by inch his length, springing free. You let his underwear drop to the ground and let him step out of them, kicking them to the side. Taking his cock in your hand, you felt his incredible warmth as you began to stroke it slowly. He heaved a relieved sigh, blood rushing downward as he swelled to full erectness.

“I’ve imagined this for so long,” he murmured. “But this is so much better,” he chuckled softly. You grinned up at him and began to move faster, stroking up and down along the length of his cock, enjoying when he tilted his hips forward in response, silently asking for more. He didn’t indulge, though. “Let me take care of you,” he said quietly, taking his cock in his own hand, backing away from you. “Lay down, sweetheart.” 

You moved toward the end of the bed, resuming a similar position as before, and waited for him to take over. You felt the mattress depress gently as he crawled onto the bed, his hands lifting to spread your legs once more. Reaching up over your head, he grabbed a pillow. “Lift up,” he said gently, and when you did, he slid a pillow under your head. 

“You’re literally perfect,” you chuckled. He smiled, leaning down to press a soft kiss to your forehead. 

“Far from it,” he admitted. “But I wanted this to be,” he finished. Somehow he always knew what to say that would send you further into arousal. He parted your legs again and walked on his knees as he positioned himself just in front of your heat. You looped one of your legs around him as he stroked himself firm once more before guiding his hips forward, pressing his pink tip against your pussy with his tumblr, sliding his length against your clit by rocking his hips slowly back and forth. His hardness felt incredible, stimulating your body to respond by lurching your hips upward in an effort to take more pleasure from him. He did this for a few more passes before pausing to collect your wetness on the tip of his cock. “Are you ready?” he asked in a quiet, sultry tone. 

You nodded quickly, widening your legs. “Yes, Danny please.” Placing his right hand on the mattress at your side to ground himself, he used his dominant hand to guide himself into your entrance, pressing his hips forward to penetrate you for the first time. You gasped quietly, biting down on your bottom lip as your brows furrowed from the slight discomfort of adjusting to his girth. “Fuck,” he uttered, shaking the messy curls out of his face, pressing himself deeper inside of you. You squeezed your core muscles on him, beginning to enjoy the feeling of him filling you up and stretching you further. 

“Come here,” you murmured, reaching for his arms to pull him down. His face had slackened, his features working through a variety of sensations. He moved lower, snaking his arms underneath you as he pulled you in for a passionate kiss, rocking his hips back and forth as he slid deeper inside. His breath was heavy, expelling into your open mouth as you closed your eyes and let your head fall back against the pillow. Your hands reached for his shoulders, squeezing them before smoothing down his back. You pressed your fingertips into his skin, mimicking the rhythm he’d assumed before. Though the sensations felt wonderful, you needed him to go faster. “Faster,” you whispered. He looked down at you unblinking as he repositioned himself for a moment before quickening his pace, your breasts bouncing freely as your body popped off of his thighs. After a moment, he walked himself off of you and sat up, taking hold of your hips. With this angle, he’d have the leverage to give you exactly what you had asked for. Using your weight, he pulled your hips forward and popped himself forward, jutting his cock deep inside of you, causing a breathless moan to escape from your lips, your eyes rolling back involuntarily as your body ignited inside and out. “Oh my God,” you groaned deeply, taking hold of your breasts and squeezing them while he continued to buck himself into you, listening to the rhythmic clap of your thighs making contact over and over. 

“Better than I could have ever,” he breathed, reaching up to wipe at his sweaty face, “ever imagined.” His smile was infectious, his gaze fully attentive and loving. You reached up to touch his face, your thumb caressing his cheek in the darkness. He tilted his head to kiss your palm, walking his hand down in between your thighs, fingering your clit. “Oh–shit!” you practically shouted, arching your back off of the bed, squeezing as tightly as you could on his cock. “Danny!” 

His slammed himself into you in response to your moans, hot beads of sweat rolling down his face, nose and down his chest. “You’re perfect, Y/n,” he mewled, reaching forward to squeeze your breast. “Perfect tits, perfect ass, perfect fucking pussy,” he grunted, tweaking and pulling on your nipple as he slowed his thrust momentarily, backing himself almost all the way out of you before letting his weight send him back forward again, filling you up completely. “I feel you all around me, baby,” he said in a low, lustful tone. You responded by tensing around him once more, getting closer and closer to climax with each successive thrust. 

“Danny, I’m getting close–” you told him, your voice rising higher and higher, heavy with exertion.

“I know you are, sweetheart,” he responded. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. He pulled you upward and wrapped his arms around you so that you were now in his lap with your legs wrapped around him. “I want you to bounce,” he explained. “And I want to feel you cum all over my cock,” he whispered into the curve of your ear. “Don’t be afraid to lose control. I’m here with you. We’re together, just like we should be.” His skin stuck to yours as you began to move. In any other circumstance you would have been miserable being this hot, but in this case, you welcomed it, wanting to be covered in Danny in any and every way imaginable. You wanted to be his in word and in action. As you worked on his cock, his hands moved to your ass, kneading and spreading it as he pulled you flush against his cock, his entire length buried deep inside of you. Disembodied moans and grunts escaped from your throat as your muscles trembled around him. You threw your hands around him, your fingertips combing through his dark ringlets, tugging at them, while your other hand moved along the expanse of his back, your fingers digging carelessly into his perfect skin. 

He hissed in reaction, tilting his head downward to see if he could find the hickey he had left earlier in the evening. When he couldn’t find it in the darkness, he decided he didn’t care to leave only one. He sucked harshly into your skin, his teeth nipping and pulling as he fucked himself up into you, the room thickening with the entrancing odor of sex. 

“Ah!” you yelped loudly, throwing your head upward. He took the narrow, well-timed moment to strike his cock into you as deep as he could. Before you could control yourself, a blast of white light fielded your vision, pulling you upright in a rigid stasis, your floor muscles tightening around him as firmly as you could. Your body quivered intensely as you seized for several silent, agonizing seconds. His arms pulled around you as he left himself anchored inside of you, his hips swinging slowly back and forth. His length pushed against the furthest boundary between ecstasy and agony, sending your hips whipping forward unconsciously. He was rock-hard inside of you, though you could hear him breathing erratically against you. 

“Let go, Y/n. Let go completely,” he urged you, tilting your head to the side so he could kiss you. “I’m not afraid of messes,” he said casually. “We’ll handle it later in the shower,” he said, pressing his lips to yours. “So, let go.” You closed your eyes and relaxed, letting him slowly begin to fuck into you again. This time, he strokes were excruciatingly slow, unsheathing himself almost completely before sending himself forward. “Do it again. Cum with me,” he spoke after a few moments, his voice shifting into one of more urgency. “Let’s cum together.” 

You nodded quickly. “Fuck me hard, Danny. Please.” Your whimpers filled the quiet room, and he obeyed immediately, lifting you up by your hips and slamming  you back down on his cock as he used what little leverage he had to pop himself up into you. 

“Squeeze,” he ordered, firmly slapping your ass. You moaned from the sharp pain, but sank further into ecstasy as you followed his command, tightening your core muscles around his length and resisted from letting go. 

“Fuck!” he groaned. “That’s fucking perfect,” he grunted. “I’m so close,” he told you. You nodded and moved with him. But decided to change positions slightly, pushing on his chest. 

“Lay back,” you told him, and he did, letting go of you. He laid back against the bed, and rested with his hands behind his head. Holding on to his sides, you moved to rest on your knees, undulating your hips against his, swiveling them and dragging yourself up and down against his length. 

“Oh my fucking God,” he groaned, watching you as you worked on him, feeling the all-too-familiar sensation swelling in your core. You would have grinned down at him, but your body reserved all resources to focus on the frenzy that claimed your body. 

“Danny,” you moaned his name, pressing down on his belly as you ground your hips against him. 

“I know, baby,” he spoke. “Come here,” he said, reaching for your hands. You lay on top of him, prepared to continue your movement, but he gave one last direction. “Squat on my cock, and lay your head on my shoulder.”

“I’m not that flexible,” you told him in the moment. 

“Just trust me,” he said, moving his hands to your sides, bending your legs. You moved to appease his request, situating yourself into a squat, and then laid your upper body back down, resting your head on his shoulder. You knew that your thighs would burn as a consequence, but he felt so good that it was all worth it. Before you could question further, Danny used the spring of the mattress and his strong hands on your hips to drive his cock into you as quickly as possible, gaining more depth with the open space between himself and your opening. “Take it,” he grunted. “Take all of it.” His voice was clipped, heavy with exhaustion, and you knew he was close. Your inner thighs quivered from the proximity of the incoming orgasm. 

Your jaw fell slack, opening as you began to let yourself finally lose control again. Danny’s face was streaked with perspiration as he began to lapse in momentum. “I’m close–” he blurted after a few moments. “I’m gonna cum,” he said again, increasing his pace. You squeezed and squeezed harder, unsure if you were going to be able to reach orgasm again. In the last moment of insecurity, your body got you there, sending heat exploding through your body. “I’m gonna–” he repeated again and again like a vigil before finally, himself, letting go, moaning loudly and hissing through his teeth as the same agonizing pleasure ripped through his own body. You lowered yourself to him as your core exploded, and pressed your body to his, wrapping your arms and legs around him as he pumped his hot seed into you, his hot breath looping around your ears and down your neck as you tensed around him for the last few times. 

You lay there with him, your chests heaving simultaneously. He kissed you deeply, his tongue folding softly with yours as he held you, still mounted inside of you. After a moment, you lifted your head to look at him, and he did the same. You couldn’t help the grin that grew at the corners of your lips. A belly laugh escaped your mouth as you laid back down beside him. 

“What?” He asked with a smirk, rolling on his side. 

“That was fucking incredible,” you admitted. “I never realized that when people talked about witching hour, they meant this…” you grinned, plopping against the pillows. 

“Witching hour doesn’t exist. Those moans everyone talks about? Those aren’t witches. They’re people fucking,” Danny grinned, his white teeth glowing in the darkness. 

“Agh, shut up!” You laughed, reaching for a pillow and slamming it into him. 

“I’m just telling the truth!” he teased, stealing the pillow. 

Stepping off of the bed, he reached his hand downward silently toward you. You looked at it then back up at him. 

“What?” You asked. 

“Let me take care of you. Properly,” he said, wiggling his fingers. “You deserve to go to bed squeaky clean and comfy.” 

You smiled, reaching to take his hand, except you pulled him back down to bed. “No,” you answered decisively. “I don’t want to wash you off,” you admitted, looking him in the eye. “I want to feel like this, to smell like you, to be full of you,” you told him. “So come to bed.” 

You watched as he swallowed, his Adam’s apple rising and falling before he finally answered. “Gladly.”

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Grief (A Friend Indeed) Part 12

And here we are at the end. Thank you so much for being on this journey with me.

Here we have Steve's POV of the last scene from last week, he talks to Hopper and Steve's uncle further proves he'd be a better parent than Clint Harrington.

Pt 1 Pt 2 Pt 3 Pt 4 Pt 5 Pt 6 Pt 7 Pt 8 Pt 9 Pt 10 Pt 11

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Steve watched Eddie march to the truck and let out a shuddering breath. He thought that they had really connected here. But now as they were going back to Hawkins it appeared that Eddie was just going to leave that here in Ashland.

He got to his car and looked at the sad little cooler and just lost it. He started cursing and hitting the steer wheel.

“Stupid, stupid, stupid!” he hissed. “You never did hear a name, did you, Harrington? Apparently he was in love with someone else all this time and was only being nice because you were having a mental break down.”

He could feel the tears stream down his face. Bitter and angry. “You should have been supporting him not the other way round. That’s probably why he’s soooo pissed at you. Because he was grieving and you made it all about you. Like you always do. Fuck!”

Just then the passenger side door was wrenched open and Eddie slid in.

The tears dried up instantly in his surprise. “Eds?”

And then Eddie proceeded to just knock all his intrusive thoughts out of the fucking ballpark. Just sent them running like a scared dog with its tail between its legs.

Then kissed him about it.

They still needed to have a proper conversation but that could wait until they were back in Hawkins.

Steve could live with that.

*

When they got home they had that talk. Eddie learned about all the different girls who had propositioned him and was pissed on his behalf.

“That’s fucking bullshit,” he said. “You shouldn’t have had to deal with that.”

Steve shrugged. “You had enough on your plate. Plus, I sicced Uncle Danny after them.”

Eddie blinked. “Oh. I think I would have paid good money to see that.”

“I didn’t have to send anyone after Beth though,” Steve said with a grin, “Lauren did that all on her own.”

“I’m so glad you two got along,” Eddie murmured. “But in the future, you tell me these things. I want to protect you, the way you protect everyone else, okay?”

Steve agreed.

Wayne walked into the new house provided by the government, wiping his hands on an old rag.

“Everything is in the garage for us to sort and place later,” he told Eddie.

“You two going to be wanting help getting everything in?” Steve asked.

Wayne shook his head. “Lauren and her Uncle Hal are coming out next week to help out.”

Eddie ran his tongue over his teeth thoughtfully. “Yeah? I didn’t hear about that.”

Wayne had the presence of mind to blush. “It must have slipped my mind.”

“Uh-huh,” Steve and Eddie said together.

Wayne cleared his throat. “So I’m going to be seeing you a lot more now that you and Ed are together?”

Steve grinned, wrapping his arms around Eddie’s waist and putting his head on his shoulder. “I’ll be here so often, you’ll think I live here.”

Wayne hummed. “We’ll come back to that in a few months.”

Eddie blushed. “Nice to know you aren’t planning the wedding already, old man.”

Wayne blinked innocently. “Oh I am, but I’m thinking fall of next year or the year after.”

Eddie coughed and sputtered as Steve laughed.

He turned to Steve. “Why aren’t you defending me against this?” He waved at Wayne’s smug expression.

“Because I’m already coming up with arguments for a late spring early summer wedding instead.”

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “That’s some confidence you got there, darlin’. What makes you think I’ll say yes.”

Steve kissed him, slow and searing.

Eddie blushed. “Yup. Okay. Uh-huh. Point made.”

Wayne just smiled fondly.

*

Steve was really starting to regret setting the party on his Uncles Percy and David.

Robin, El, and Will had kidnapped Percy, while Dustin, Mike, and Nancy had absconded with David somewhere.

Eddie, Lauren, and Jonathan were talking to Hal and Lucas, Max, and Erica were talking to Wayne.

Hopper came up to Steve and put his arm around his shoulders.

Steve relaxed into the embrace.

“You did good, kid,” Hopper said. “I’m proud of you.”

Steve nodded and then rubbed the end of his nose, trying to fight back the tears.

“I had a long talk with Joyce about some of her choices that she made while I was gone,” he continued. “I’m glad I’m out of that hell hole, but she should have made sure everyone was safe first.”

“She had a lot on her plate,” Steve murmured.

Hopped cuffed the back of his head. “Don’t you go forgiving her without her apologizing first. I had to go back to California because apparently some fucked up general decided to shoot up the Byers house in Lenora.”

Steve looked over at Hopper in shock. “They did what now?”

Hopper nodded. “It was a complete shit show. But you have to know, I wouldn’t have just left you behind if I didn’t think you could handle it.”

“I know, I just...”

“Just wish you didn’t have to handle it?” he asked. Steve nodded. “I getcha. I wish you didn’t have to either. But I trust you to take care of everyone here, because I know they’re in safe hands with you.”

Steve choked back a sob. “Thanks, Hop.”

“Still can’t believe you’re dating that Munson kid,” he teased.

Steve pushed Hop way playfully. “Oh fuck off. He’s a good man.”

Hop looked over at him talking to Jonathan and Hal. “If he gets you to take care yourself or at least does it for you, he gets a pass from me.”

Steve blushed. “He takes care of me. It’s incredible how easy he makes it look.”

“I know your family was shit growing up,” Hop said. “But look at it now.”

Steve looked out at the fifteen-sixteen people out there lounging around the swimming pool with fondness.

“I always wanted a big family,” he said softly. “Who would have thought that all it would take is some extra-dimensional monsters to make it happen.”

Hopper chuckled. “I feel you kid. Before I started all this, I had lost my daughter to cancer and my wife to divorce. Now, not only do I have another daughter to take care of, I have a woman I love and her two boys that are like her sons to me.”

Steve made a grimace. “Does that mean Jonathan is my step-brother, because ew.”

“I heard that Harrington!” Jonathan called out.

Steve and Hopper laughed.

Eddie came bounding up to Steve. “I’m not sure I want the Chief as a father-in-law, babe.”

Steve smiled. “Oh that is going to make for some very awkward family dinners.

Percy came up behind Eddie.

“Hello, I’m Steve’s uncle, Percy,” he said extending his hand to Hopper to shake.

“Yeah,” Hopper said. “I’ve been hearing all about you. I’m sorry Clint Harrington kept you away from Steve for all this time.”

Percy nodded. “Jasper being an idiot didn’t help, unfortunately. But I’m in Steve’s life for good. There’s nothing that his parents could do that would change that.”

Steve gave Percy a hug in gratitude.

“Welcome to Hawkins then,” Hopper said with a smile. “It’s bit of a mess at the moment, but it’s home.”

“Well,” Percy said with a smile, “the welcome so far has been amazing I’m happy Steven has a support system now.” He turned to Steve. “May I pull you away for a moment. There’s something I would like to talk to you about.”

Steve looked at Hopper and Eddie who both shrugged. “Sure, lead the way.”

Percy went inside the kitchen and sat down at the counter. “When you told me that you didn’t get into the colleges and universities you applied for, I called around.”

Steve frowned. “Why? My grades slipped after Christmas my senior year. I ended at 2.76 GPA. I figured that wasn’t good enough to get in.”

“Yes,” Percy said. “If they only looked at your senior year. But they don’t. They look at a cumulative GPA from all your years at high school. You had a cumulative GPA of 3.16. Which is more than enough to get into any college you wanted. Especially with you still winning medals in swimming.”

His frown deepened. “But Dad said that I didn’t get into any of those schools.”

“Yes, which I thought was odd,” Percy further explained. “Which is why I called. Steven, you got accepted into two thirds of the schools you applied for.”

Steve leaned back. “What? That’s not possible.”

“I’m guessing Clint only showed you the one third you didn’t get into and told you the rest was the same.”

“Why?” he breathed. “Why would he do that?”

“Because the schools you got into weren’t the ones he wanted you to go to is my next guess.”

“I can go to college?” Steve asked, his lip quivering. “I don’t have to be stuck here my whole life?”

Percy shook his head. “You are a smart young man, and David and I are very committed to helping you get to where you want to go in life. Your parents mail have failed you, but I promise we won’t.”

Steve let out a shaky breath. “Thank you so much.”

Percy got up and hugged him. “Now go back out to your boy, he’ll be worried about you.”

Steve nodded and walked back out.

Percy followed close behind and wrapped his arm around David’s waist.

“You think they’re going to be okay?” David asked as they watch Steve and Eddie cling to each other.

“Oh yes,” Percy said. “It may have taken a tragedy to get them here, but they are smart boys with a great support system. There is nothing those boys can’t do now.”

“I’m happy to have met them,” David said.

“Me too.”

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fic/headcanon prompt: the fam's realisation moments that emma and regina were in love

ok i tried for so long to write this into a fic for you, anon but haven’t been able to work it into the right words so i’m gonna do it as a headcanon now (i hope that’s okay with you). maybe someday i’ll find a way to make it work

anyway, these are my thoughts

rumple is the first one to figure it out. emma comes to him, angry about the dreamcatcher that told her regina killed archie and suddenly, it just clicks. and for a man who could see so much of the future, this really sort of takes him by surprise

but it makes some perfect sense in a way and now, he understands why regina was able to save emma from that portal and why no matter how many people try to sway her, emma can’t seem to find it in her to believe that regina is just a bad person

because he’s known regina her entire life (i know they met after daniel died, but—) and no one has ever fought for her like emma does

it’s when they stop the trigger though that he realizes it isn’t one sided. he knows magic better than anyone, and the fact that emma and regina found a way to stop that little diamond tells him all he needs to know about how they really feel

snow is the next one to figure it out. they’re standing at the town line, pan’s curse is about to hit, and it’s hard to look at the way emma’s crying and regina’s giving up her happiness and not see that they’ve fallen hard

her suspicions are only confirmed when she watches how regina struggles the following year, not only because of the pain of losing henry, but from the pain of losing emma too

and that’s how david gets it. he catches regina in a bad place one night at the castle and the way she’s upset for more than just henry is enough to clue him in

he doesn’t know for sure that emma’s in love with regina too until she brings marian back and david spends the next few days trying to get emma to calm down because the fact that she took away regina’s chance at happiness (and the fact that regina won’t talk to her) is killing her

when he didn’t have his memories, henry was convinced emma and regina had been in a relationship once before he was born. and when he gets his memories back, it’s hard to unsee that because now a lot of their behavior towards each other makes sense

and this is the kid who took exactly five seconds to believe that he was living in a town full of fairytale characters. it’s easy to believe that his moms would fall in love, and like the rest of the family, he can’t help but agree that it kind of makes perfect sense

belle realizes in camelot when she finds out emma gave regina the dagger. she’s had experience in this. the dark one giving someone the dagger is like them giving them their heart so she knows emma has feelings for regina

and the way regina clutches the dagger like her life depends on it tells her regina feels the same way about emma

zelena is, surprisingly, the last one to figure it out. it’s the day after emma told regina hook proposed and regina is so upset and zelena is pissed because it’s been years now and how had she not seen something so obvious?

for about 20 seconds, she tries to convince regina to crash the wedding, but regina shuts that idea down pretty quickly

#regina mills #emma swan #swan queen #headcanons

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

This is just a lil story that has been nagging at me for days to be written :) I may post a longer more fleshed out version eventually ❤️

Smut, 18+ minors go away, fwb who fall in love ;) the usual.

Not canon because my fanfics refuse to entertain the fact that Eddie is dead. Kay?

🌸

This thing between you and Eddie had started a few weeks ago, when he gave you a lift home after your so-called boyfriend (now dumped) abandoned you in a storm for Jenny Turner.

"Hey, you need a ride?" you looked up and saw Eddie Munson in his van, the window rolled down as he peered at you worriedly.

The wind was howling and you were freezing, you couldn't believe David had been such a jerk and just left you in this storm, all because Jenny flashed him a dimpled smile and batted her eyes.

Or it was just the fact that he was a huge jerk.

You were beyond angry at him and accepted the ride because it would piss David off and you wanted to get home.

Eddie walked you from his van to your front door making sure that you were going inside safely.

That's when you kissed him and one thing lead to another and you had minblowing sex that lasted for hours.

Thank god your parents were away because Eddie could make you scream...

It was a one-off you both told each other as you dressed quickly that morning, ignoring the love bites between your thighs and on your breasts or your faint nail marks on his back.

You didn't think that you'd end up in the back of Eddies van the next day, on your knees as you sucked him off, his hand fisted in your hair and grunts of pleasure emitting from him and his big brown eyes wide and full of awe.

"You're incredible baby, so good" He groans and comes hard, his cheeks flushed, smile firmly on his face.

It was all you could think about was feeling him deep inside you again, the way his body fit perfectly against yours.

Eddie's lips between your thighs were heavenly, you were so lost in the pleasure that you could happily stay there forever.

Eddie pleased you in ways you never thought could be possible, you fit together so perfectly.

The sex was off the scale in terms of how amazing it was and you found you liked being with Eddie, waking up in his arms in the morning after the nights you shared.

Hooking up with him happened again and again and before you knew it you were staying at his more and more often.

Some nights you wouldn't have sex, just listen to him as he strategised campaigns for dnd or he would read to you, making up funny voices for different characters or play the guitar for you.

With him, you could just relax and be yourself without having to impress anybody or trying to be someone you just weren't.

At school you gravitated towards each other, he would find any excuse to be near you, you both would find excuses to exchange secret touches.

A caress on the back, fingers touching for a few seconds. Your gazes would constantly find each other and when they did it was like no one was around.

Just you two.

He would hold doors open for you, let you pass him in the hallways or cafeteria with a dramatic flourish that always made you smile.

Your friends would ask why he was hanging around you and giggle that the freak had a crush.

You told them to shut up and not call him a freak and honestly you were so smitten with Eddie you didn't give a shit what they thought.

Eddie could also make you laugh like no one else.

It didn't take you long to realize that you had fallen in love for the first time. You were just nervous to say anything in case Eddie didn't feel the same way.

Little did you know Eddie was having the same worries, his brain going a mile a minute.

He loved you. Truly fallen in love for the first time and it was exhilarating and terrifying. He hadn't felt this way about any woman before.

The truth was he had started to say it when you would fall asleep, falling into a deep sleep where you would cuddle into his chest

He would brush the hair away from your forehead, pepper your head with soft kisses and whisper I love you very, very softly. Almost impercetible.

Maybe one day he would work up the courage to tell you properly.

❤️🌸

#eddie munson x you #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson angst #eddie munson fluff

[mayonnaise2004]

The Lost Boys + Chaotic child

We love father figure vampires

Note: Once I finished writing this, My niece Sammie was born!! :D

Probably found you on the boardwalk, ALONE???

“Hey uhm… where are your parents?” “To be honest, I have no clue.”

He knew you would fit right in when you were grinning ear to ear as a train passed through the shaky bridge.

Not worried about you in slightest.

You wanna go out alone? All right. Wanna go to the frog brothers shop? Make sure to piss them off.

Usually sits back and watches as you cause chaos on the boardwalk.

He knows people like you in Santa Carla usually are left alone.

Chuckles at the fact Santa Carla would be fucked If you ever turned.

If he gets tired of you (which usually happens) he’ll leave you with Marko or Paul for the night.

The infamous quote “if you have so much energy, why don’t you go run to the cave and back?”

Getting a lot of smacks to the head

May or May not have left you on the boardwalk a few times because you pissed him off (star was ANGRY)

He found you hanging around with Laddie one night, He tried to get you back to your parents but.. the boys had already fed on them.

Definitely the type of guy to scream at you in German if you get laddie into a Sugar high

He loves you to death though.

Slips melatonin into your candy if your being a bit too wacky on the boardwalk

When he heard David say you were chaotic, He thought he’d be used to it (Hence Marko and Paul) , but oh no.

He’s definitely used to energetic behaviour, But he has snapped at you once or twice.

Has absolutely forbidden you from going anywhere near Marko and Paul whenever your out of hand.

Has definitely persuaded you from lighting the boardwalk up. Multiple times.

He found you hanging around a juke box playing ‘Twisted sister.’

He automatically took you under his patched leather wing.

“YO PAUL, THEY LIKE TWISTED SISTER!”

Loves the fact your his mini me

Causing chaos on the boardwalk every night (Which leads to you two getting kicked off.)

Scaring innocent pedestrians

Giggles like a idiot if you make David snap.

Saying “Sei il mio bambino caotico e ti amo.” While ruffling your hair.

Dancing like idiots during the saxophone man concerts

Found you wandering around the boardwalk. He just liked your shoes 😭

“Stop offering weed to me. Im like, twelve”

Bonding while mocking angry beach n@zis

Randomly ruffling your hair

Smirking as a security guard lectures him about his ‘Sibling.’

- “Umm, this isn’t my sibling, This is my fucking child.”

Acting like maniacs on the boardwalk.

Snatching laddie and running off (While Dwayne screams.)

Giving you energy drinks and watching in fascination as your pupils shake violently. (Paul.. no..)

#immortal reader #David TLB x reader #Dwayne TLB x reader #Marko TLB x reader #Paul TLB x reader #80s movie #the lost boys #tlb x reader #dwayne tlb #marko tlb #paul tlb #david tlb #80s #the lostboys 1987 #:) #Paul dating headcannons tlb #David dating headcannons tlb #marko dating headcannons tlb #Micheal dating headcannons tlb

[arcadiabaytornado]

idk if you’ve done this before and i missed it, but if you could rewrite the entirety of Before The Storm what would you do? i know it’s a loaded question but i’m curious.

Oh wow, this is a loaded ask. Which is fantastic because those are my favorite kinds! Not to write a book (I say, fully knowing that I am going to write a book), but I would personally:

Change Chloe's Dynamic With David:

A: David and Chloe ending Before The Storm on semi good terms (if you make certain choices) has never made a ton of sense to me considering what we see in Life Is Strange. So I would start Episode 1 with David and Chloe on mostly negative terms, and then end Episode 3 with them on bad terms. I would also have David be already living with them for a few months by the time the game starts. For an example of how I would show their relationship deterioration:

More Undercut (And by more undercut I mean I went all the way to M. This is one of those "I'm having a stage ten autism event," posts.)

B: In Episode 1 I would have them make small talk about the music to show that their dynamic isn't at the point where they fight constantly. However, then Joyce makes David drive Chloe to school, and when he drops her off he tells her not to worry Joyce by sneaking out. Then in Episode 2, Chloe would be called to the office for skipping school with Rachel. In the parking lot, David's controlling side would show and he would be angry that the she "disobeyed his orders". They get into an argument that leads to Chloe storming off. Then in Episode 3 when she (Spoilers for a later section) comes back from her failed escape attempt with Rachel, David is fucking livid that he's told her something twice and she hasn't obeyed. They get into a fight where Chloe says that David isn't her Dad and David responds by grabbing her arm and trying to force her to listen to him. They have a small scuffle, but Chloe gets her arm free and leaves the house.

Change Things About Rachel's Parents:

C: Rachel's Dad being an overprotective DA doesn't line up with what we're told in Life Is Strange about him not looking for her. So, I would personally change Rachel's parents to be people who really care about their image, but not their daughter. They would want Rachel to be seen, but not heard. Which obviously puts them into conflict with Rachel, who is very defiant about that idea.

D: Instead of Rachel seeing James kiss Sera under the tree, Rachel would be set off by a an ugly text from her Father. He'd get onto her after learning that Rachel rebelled by skipping school with Chloe, and Rachel would talk to Chloe about how she didn't realize how bad her family was when she was younger. This conversation is what lead's to the tree being set on fire. (I'd also have the fire be smaller and more contained so it would make more sense why Rachel and Chloe presumably never got in trouble over it.)

Remove The Sera/Damon Plotline:

E: I hate this plotline, so I would remove all of it. I've said before that I would remove the drug plotline entirely, but on further thought I think I'd actually use this plotline to explain more of Chloe and Frank's dynamic and how it got to where Chloe can kill him in Life Is Strange.

F: Chloe would call Frank early in Episode 2 and ask if she could borrow some money from him. She would have the intention of using it to escape from Arcadia before Frank could get it repaid, but Frank says that he won't worry about the repayment if Chloe will steal the money Drew owns him.

G: Instead of staying with Mikey or confronting Damon, Chloe would be caught by Mikey, who would ask what she was doing in Drew's room. At this point, she could lie and steal the money or come clean and return it to him.

H: If you return the money or pocket it for Chloe and Rachel, Frank will be pissed and say the only reason he isn't loosing his shit on Chloe is because Rachel is around and she's a "good kid." (I will not let y'all forget that Rachel was 15 and Frank was 28.) But he'll say he'll be willing to give her another chance with his cash if she's willing to add finical interest to what he loans her. If you give Frank the money then he'll thank Chloe and say that he's open to giving her more cash in the future, but he expects that it'll be paid back to the penny.

Explore Why Rachel And Chloe Never Left Arcadia Bay In Episode 3

I: Since the drug plot's mostly gone, Episode 3 would have a different plot. I would have Chloe and Rachel leave Arcadia Bay at the end of Episode 2 and open Episode 3 with them in some diner in a small town outside of Arcadia. Rachel would be giddy and talk to Chloe about everything they were going to do now that they're out of Arcadia.

J: However, Chloe is struggling being in a diner that isn't the Two Whales. She's worried about leaving Joyce despite their tense relationship since she's already lost one parent. She's also worried about the truck because she's never fixed a car before. She's realistic enough to know that it might not make it all the way to LA. Chloe talks about her fears and Rachel is too desperate to leave to really take in the worries Chloe has. Though reality does get to her a bit when the waiter brings the bill for their big breakfast and they realize how much it costs just to eat.

K: At this point Chloe has realized that this isn't sustainable. At least, not right now. They don't have anywhere to go. They don't have enough cash to last for long. The car they have barely runs. She tells Rachel that they should go back for now, and Rachel spirals a bit. She accuses Chloe of giving up on their dream when it's in their grasp, and Chloe has to backtalk her down. If she wins the backtalk, then Rachel will realize that she's right and solemnly agree to back. If Chloe loses the back talk then Rachel is furious with her, but agrees to return with her simply because she doesn't have the resources to go to LA alone. However, if Chloe loses the backtalk, the Rachel is notably colder to her for the rest of the game.

L: Chloe would drop Rachel off at her house, and then would go back home to face Joyce. This is where the confrontation with David would happen. Chloe would go back to the junkyard afterward, and would call Rachel to ask if they could meet up. Rachel would agree to meet with her once it got dark since she was grounded for leaving.

M: This is the final scene. Chloe would try to make everything up to Rachel by projecting stars on the ceiling on the junkyard hangout. Rachel would be amazed that Chloe made such a sincere effort to cheer her up, and the girls would spend a moment watching the stars before Rachel turned to Chloe. She would ask "Chloe. Do you think we'll ever really get out of Arcadia Bay?" and Chloe can make her final choice in the game...she can tell Rachel either "I don't know" or "I hope so." The choice holds no consequence because their ending has been decided. It won't change no matter what Chloe says in the moment. Yet, fate spins along, and Rachel accepts what Chloe has to say. The game closes with them watching the fake stars together, contemplating their fake future.

So uh...sorry for the entire book, but that's what I would do personally!

#life is strange #lis #before the storm #maxthesillyy

[kaylalovesmaneskin]

Angry love

A/n: Heyy loves IM BACKKK sorry I haven’t been posting lately i have been really busy but im am back with a little cute short story also I just wanted to say that y/n in this story is Italian and Puerto Rican just like me so yea she will speak two different languages also Happy late Easter @ellior1111 @tommy-lee-slash

Paring:Damiano David x fem!reader

Warnings: no that much besides swearing

Summary:dami had pissed you off by playing a prank on you that you got really mad about.

“No fuck you.” You yelled at dami pushing him away from you. (A lil back story) Dami had played a prank on you that you had gotten really mad about and you had began to curse him out. (Back to present) “Listen baby I’m sorry okay i didn’t think that you would get this mad.” He said walking over to you. “Don’t come near me or I will.” “What will you do dear.” He said with a smirk on his face. The next minute the door opens. “Hey baes.” Vic said walking in. “Hey dami and y/n.” Thomas said following behind her. “Hey love birds.” Ethan said Walking behind Thomas. “Woah what the hell is going on.” Vic said. “Questo fottouto teste di cazzo ha pensato che Foss divertente farmi uno scherzo.” You said to Vic. “Damm dami no Wonder why I heard yelling from outside I thought y’all was fucking.” She said laughing a lil. “Isn’t she just so fine when she curses me out in Italian.” Dami said leaning over to Ethan. “Damiano you are one crazy man.” Ethan said. “No it’s just like how did I get with her.” He said putting his hand over his heart. “Dami now I’m not trying to be weird or anything but we all know Damm well you are a bottom and your y/n’s bitch.” Thomas said laughing. “No porque esta Maldita perra piensa que es graciso ha Cerle esa a la Gente.” You Said yelling at him. “Man I love when she yells at me In Spanish.” Dami said looking over at Thomas and Ethan. “Yeah you got some serious problems.” Thomas said. “Well you two how about you two either one hug it out 2 make out or 3 fuck and then say sorry because I want to watch a movie and spend time together when y/n doesn’t want to kill damiano.” Vic said  hugging the both of you and dami. “Get me away from the Hijo de puta.” You said breaking up the hug. (Moments later) you were cuddled up in dami’s arms then Ethan Thomas and Vic were all laying down together. “You know y/n you look kinda cute like this in my arms.” Damiano said to you. “ i still hate you by the way.” “Will you to get a room please I’m trying to watch the movie here okay the black phone(saw what i did. there) is my fav.” Vic said. You all watch the movie until everyone had fell asleep. THE END ❤️‍🩹

#fem!reader #maneskin smut #ethan torchio #damiano maneskin #ethan maneskin #damiano david #thomas maneskin #victoria maneskin #måneskin #thomas raggi #victoria de angelis #ethan torchio smut #smut #damiano david smut #the black phone

[kai-anderson-whore]

I don't care about your past part 2(smut) (tate Langdon x fem reader)

Summary: you and tate had became close after your first encounter one day your sister came crying about violet and you went off and tate found it hot

Warnings: smut oral(f receiving) fingering, p in v sex, and fighting

A/n no hate to violet I love her

It had been approximately 2 months since you had met tate, you've both been super close an odd kiss here or there, you'd be lying if you said you didn't have a crush on the ghost.

Kendall loved tate they would always dance in your room to your vinyls, it was always the three of you together.

You still had violet warning you about tate but you didn't acknowledge it, but she was getting on your last nerve and today was the last straw.

You and tate were in your room smoking a cigarette David bowie playing in the background, when you heard your sister crying.

She ran up to you gripping on to you "Hey what's wrong?" You asked stroking your little sisters hair out her tear stained face.

"A-A girl said tate is going to get us killed if we don't stay away from him" she sobbed "that bitch" you spat telling your sister to go to her bedroom.

"Y/n just leave it she's only doing that to get a reaction of you" tate said he was pissed as well she did that to your sister, his little buddy.

You stormed to the basement guns blazing "violet where are you" you shouted your nostrils flaring in fury,

"What's up?" She asked if so nothing had happened.

"What the fuck did you say to my sister" you hissed stepping closer to her, "nothing" she shrugged making you more angry, "then why the fuck is she crying saying tate is going to get her killed" you yelled.

"I told her the truth" she said smirking that's it you pounced at her she let out a yelp of pain as you beat the shit out of her "That's my fucking sister" you continued to shout in anger till tate pulled you off her.

"You ever I mean ever go anywhere near her I'll kick your ass you hear me" you spat as tate dragged you upstairs, you had to calm yourself down before you went to see your sister.

"Hey honey" you smiled as your sister sat on her bed with tears still in her eyes, you sat next to her wiping her tears away "I had a talk with that girl she won't be making you upset anymore" you said earning a smile from your sister.

Tate stood by the door way he couldn't lie the way you were to violet made him feel all sorts of things, he loved how protective you are for your sister one of the many things he loved about you.

"Why don't you go outside and play Tommy's out" you said kendall nodded grabbing her shoes to go and play "stay where I can see you" you shouted before she left the door

You and tate went back into your room You were still pissed at violet but you had sorted it that's that, tate kept staring at you making you ask "what?".

"Nothing"

"Come on tate you can tell me" you smiled seeing tate blush "it was kinda hot the way you were to violet" he mumbled you smirked now noticing his boner "did you get turned on tate" you asked giggling.

"No" he immediately said

"Yes you did" you laughed getting closer to him your eyes locking before tate pulled you in for a kiss, the kiss wasn't soft like any other time it was rough, lustful, hungry.

You couldn't help but moan into the makeout session, you pulled away for air your core dripping desperate for him, "tate I want you" you said above whisper.

"Are you sure?"

"Tate I'm not a virgin yes" you laughed "but what if kendall walks in?" He asked his eyes worried as you began to straddle him.

"She won't be back for an hour" you implied playing with his locks earning a groan from him, tate began to pull off your sweater and unclasped your bra, pulling yourself off him so he can go ontop of your body.

"Now are you sure you want to do this?" Tate asked again he didn't want to ruin your friendship, even if he wanted this just as bad as you.

"Just fuck me tate" you whined pulling his sweaters over his body, tate pulled down your pants leaving you in your underwear, he kissed your lips a few times travelling those kisses to your neck, to your breasts.

Taking one nipple in his mouth swirling his tongue round the bud, using his fingers on the other, you couldn't help but whine wanting more.

Tate kissed lower down your body till he reached your clothed cunt, "can i?" He asked all you could do was nod the anticipation eating you up.

Tate pulled your underwear down leaving you completely exposed, vulnerable to him, he placed a kiss on your clit making you arch your back in pleasure "fuck" you moaned.

He licked your clit, sucking it the unholy sounds leaving your lips, the way your back arched for more Tate couldn't get enough of.

You gasped as he inserted two fingers inside you curling them to hit that spot almost sending you over the edge "feel good?" Tate asked watching as your eyes rolled at the back of your head in pleasure.

All you could do was moan in response feeling you orgasm approach "fuck tate I'm gonna cum" you alerted, tate licked your clit harder fingered you faster until you came over his fingers and tongue.

Tate licked up all your juices savouring every drop "you taste so fucking good" he hummed, you blushed the afterglow of your orgasm making you feel euphoric.

"That was so good tate" you smiled still trying to collect your breath, tate smirked at you pulling you're body closer to him "we're not done here" he said.

He began to unzip his jeans discarding them along with his underwear freeing his erection, you couldn't help but stare at him.

"Like what you see?" He teased getting on top of you "very much so" you replied kissing him again tasting yourself but you didn't care.

Tate's lips were still on yours as he slipped his cock in your entrance "Oh fuck" you sighed at the feeling of him Stretching you out, filling you up perfectly.

"You feel so good baby" he groaned slowly thrusting into you, as you clamped your legs over his back pulling him closer to you.

You moaned loudly telling tate to go faster, he did as told now roughly fucking you "who knew you like it rough" he chuckled "there's a lot about me you don't know" you managed to let out panting.

"Oh really we will have to find out one time" he chuckled pounding into you, the sound of your moans, skin hitting off each other filling the room you felt amazing, loved even.

But you did feel that feeling of desperate release coming back your orgasm approaching "you gonna cum again?" Tate asked all you could do was nod.

He rubbed your clit helping you orgasm faster "Oh fuckk" you practically screamed as you released over tate's cock triggering his own "Oh shit- fuck" he moaned spilling into you, but you didn't care he was dead not like you can get pregnant.

Riding out your orgasm tate collapsed onto you breathless, your body's slick with sweat, "that was the best I ever had" you giggled wrapping your arms around tate playing with his hair.

"Really?" He asked with a cocky grin, you rolled your eyes at him "you know I love when you roll your eyes at me" he smirked pecking your lips.

"Right let's get cleaned up before kendall comes home" You said quickly shoving your clothes back on before calling your sister in.

"We should do this more often" tate said wrapping his arms around your waist from behind.

"We should".

#austin sommers #ahs asylum #american horror story #evan peters #james patrick march #kai anderson #kai anderson x reader #kit walker #tate langdon #evan peters x reader #jimmy darling #rory monahan #kyle spencer #tate langdon x reader #ahs smut #american horror story covan #evan peters smut

[theghostbunnie]

Don’t know if you’ve done this already but do you have any Max and Neil headcannons? separately I mean

I gotchu fam

Let's kick this off with a big one: I think Neil has a secret laboratory at one of his parents houses. Think Dexter's lab from CN or even Moon girl from Disney. I'd think he would wanna put it in his dad's place bc his mom would find it faster but I always imagined his dad had an apartment. Neil makes it work somehow. It's where he goes to have ultimate me time and just get to work on stuff. He's created an area where he feels so comfortable/safe he really lets loose in there. His friends do NOT get to know about it !!!!! They end up stumbling across it by mistake and he'll let them in there occasionally as a treat. Nothing more!!! That's his area.

Neil secretly likes bee gees. He grew up with Carl playing it all the time and regrettably it gets stuck in his head sometimes. He more openly likes lyricless techno. Something to just zone out to. A little bit back to the lab hc: he dances while he works sometimes.

This next one is cannon to me: he likes bedazzled/studded(?) lab coats and leather jackets. He probably doesn't think he can pull leather jackets off normally or will get made fun of if he tries but like every time throughout the show his confidence hits a certain high that's what he puts on. Ered gets her cool back, and in the Hanukkah episode too. In Cameron Campbell can't handle the truth he winks/walks in slow motion wearing his bedazzled studded lab coat again. I'm so certain he made it himself.

Funny/joke HC: as he gets older he starts having a gun on stand by if what he's working on becomes too sentient

Okay before this gets too long I'll move on to the Max ones

Marina fan!!!!! I take no criticisms on this!!/j I have broken down my reasons in detail why multiple of her songs fit in my interpretation of him multiple times and I would gladly do it again.

I think Max has this version of himself in his mind he's always trying to achieve and convey to others. For the most part it works, and that's what he is, but he's still human and it falters and it pisses him off when it does.

I think in the parents day episode, he wasn't just crying bc his parents didn't care to show up. (and it had nothing to do with the fact David raised his voice at him imo, David had done that before) it was the fact his parents didn't show up/give him an activity and he was trying to play it off and hide it all day and when David found out this man's face dropped in front of him. It embarrassed Max bc he was actively trying to hide that and instead it came out. It was a mix of the situation itself and the embarrassment he didn't want anyone to know that's what was happening or that it affected him.

Y'all are gonna hate me for this one/j: those piercings I cover my older Max design with? Fake. He's afraid of needles but can't let that interfere with the drip. They're faux. Kept on with an eyelash glue equivalent.

He pulls his hair and kicks his legs to stim. He does It all the time throughout the show. The hair pulling when he gets too happy or angry or stressed for him to handle and the leg kicking when bored or scared in different degrees. When he's standing up he tries to mask it more but sometimes it comes out of him as a stomp.

He will literally be stomping and pulling his hair and some people don't take him seriously when it gets to that point.

He's undiagnosed too.💪

His friends rub off on him over time and he's alot more evilly goofy/mischievous instead of just "over it" all the time. He's still plenty over it, just not as much.

I feel like I should add at least one joke I've written onto Max's portion just to even It out

I feel like I have loads more I just can't remember them all rn aaaaaa

#fandom headcanons #fictional characters #character headcanons #headcannons #head canon #camp camp hcs #my hcs #camp camp #campcamp #camp campbell #max cc #cc max #neil cc #cc neil #camp camp max #max camp camp #neil camp camp #camp camp neil

[phantomenby]

Twitchy witchy

redrosewritingsstuff asked:

Ok so I was thinking something along the lines of the reader being a witch who is very level-headed. The boys love her but don't see her as a threat. One of the boys says something really mean during an argument and she uses her powers on him.

Sorry this was so late my love <£

Breathe. Just breathe.

David shot you a look, his dark eyes passing over your form.

In the background shouting was ensuing, each voice trying to rise over the other. No one was really taking notice of you, no one watching as your lungs expanded in hurried breaths, anxiety passing through you and making your hands twitch.

It had been like this for an hour.

An entire hour of arguing.

Even the ride home was tense, Paul had all but dragged you onto his bike, breathing in your scent and forcing you to sit in front of him to he could bury his nose in your hair as he sped through the hills.

Safe to say you didn't think you would be riding with him again any time soon.

"-its not my fault, you-"

"Well, how the fuck is it mine, huh?"

Something had happened, one moment you were waiting for them to return by their bikes, a bag in hand full of herbs. The next they were storming in your direction, not towards you, not unhappy with you.

But they wouldn't say anything, not even Dwayne who was usually so understanding.

"You're going to get us killed-"

"Oh piss off Dwayne, not like you're any better, always flashing your stupid fucking fangs-"

"Everyone has canines Paul, even humans."

The wild blonde threw his hands in the air, crying out in irritation.

Ok, so now you had the idea.

Apparently, the boys had gotten worse at controlling themselves, you didn't know why though. Even then you always offered them runes and spells to help with any vampire-related problems.

One time you considered sacrificing humans just so they could walk out in the sun for a few hours.

Now that spell hurt, and they knew it would, so they refused since you were just their 'soft little mate'. Puh-lease, you were raised by a member of the Marigold resistance. Now those were witches who didn't fuck around.

"-besides we have-"

"No. We don't..."

That got your attention, as four sets of shining eyes flashed to where you were curled up on the fountain edge, watching them intently.

"What?" you asked, curious.

They shared a glance, Paul and Marko mimicking each other as they both chewed their lips, a nervous tick they shared.

"Why are you doing that? Tell me-"

"Babe-"

"Don't 'babe' me," you stood, rising to your full height and leveling their gaze, hands fisted at your sides, "what are you arguing about."

"It's nothing, we just..."

You huffed, crossing your arms, "just what?"

"Well with all this...hunter stuff and the boardwalk guards..." you quirked a brow, imploring the curly blonde to continue, "well we were thinking you could help us, but you're not strong enough-"

You gaped at them, eyes darkening and magic reaching out to nudge things away from you. The boys watched as things tumbled to the ground, parts of the fountain behind you crumbling as you stepped closer.

"Not strong enough-?" angry tears built up in your eyes, chest heaving with labored breath, "I'm the strongest one here!"

David scoffed, patting his inner pocket for a lighter, a cigarette held between his teeth, "c'mon babe, you make flowers and potions so you can cook the best brownies, even your protection spells-"

You flicked the cig from his mouth before he could light it, not even moving a finger.

"Babe-"

"Don't 'babe' me Marko," he flinched as you spat out his name, eyes watching your shoulders tense further, "I have offered, pleaded even, for you to let me help you. And you always say no, always say it's fine, and now-"

You sighed, pinching your eyes shut as you turned to look away from them, finding your focus on a pillar to your left, eyes running over the grooves of art sculpted upon it.

"You say that. Like I'm what? Weak?" you scoffed, shaking your head, meeting David's eyes, "fuck you."

They didn't know how to react, you were always so calm, so tame in comparison to the four of them.

Dwayne sighed, walking toward you, lifting your chin with his thumb.

"It's okay babe," you leaned into the touch, closing your eyes, "you don't have to pretend to be tough for us."

-

You smiled from your position on David's wheelchair, playing with some sheep's wool as you spun it into a thick thread.

In front of you was the mouth of the cave, the sky beyond slowly growing brighter as night drew to a close.

Staring at you with pleading, and slightly irritated looks were your boyfriends.

Dwayne was furthest from the other three as he held his palms together in a begging motion.

"Come on my love- you know I didn't mean anything by it-"

You shifted and he paused, hoping you would look up at them, groaning when you simply reached for another ball of wool.

Marko tried next, leaning to press his hand on the forcefield you had put up at the entrance to their home, "doll, please, just kill Dwayne it was his fault-"

You froze, using your mind to push the forcefield out a little further, the sky turning a rather concerning shade of pink behind them.

He backtracked, eyes widening, "okay- okay, fine it was all of us we were all idiots, babe please-"

When the sun finally breached the horizon you let them in, watching as they flew above you to their alcove, leaving you smirking in the main cave.

"Weak my ass."

#the lost boys #tlb #the lost boys imagines #marko the lost boys #dwayne tlb #the lost boys x reader #marko tlb #poly lost boys x reader #david tlb #the lost boys 1987

[plutobutartsy]

headcanons for the shaw pack playing the best (worst) german board game of all time: Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht

this is so so self indulgent the target audience is literally only me because i don't think i've ever seen another german redacted fan lol but still

first, here are the rules

this is the board

you play with a max of 4 players. everyone is a different colour and has 4 pieces. you start the game with all of your pieces in your corner of the board (where the B is). at the start of the game, you get three chances to roll the die, if you roll a 6 you get to put one of your pieces into the game on the circle with the A that's in the same color as your pieces.

for the entirety of the game, whenever you roll a 6, you get to put another piece into the game AND you get to roll again. once you have a piece in the game, you move it according to the numbers you roll every turn. if you have multiple pieces in the game you get to choose wich one you move. you move the pieces clock wise.

the goal of the game is to move all your pieces around the entirety of the board once so you can put them in your "house" (the four circles titled a, b, c and d). whoever achieves that first wins. the tricky part is that to get a piece into your house, you have to roll the exact number to get in, i.e. if you have a piece right in front of the house and you roll anything higher than a 4, you can't put your piece in. that means the more pieces you have in your house and the closer you are to winning, the trickier it gets so you can guess the kind of anger and frustration this causes :)

but we're not even at the fun part yet because you can SABOTAGE other players by "throwing out" their pieces. for example if another player's piece is 3 spots in front of yours and you roll a 3, you can take the place of that piece and the other player has to put it back in their corner of the board and they can't put it back into the game unless they roll another 6 :). that means whenever two players' pieces are close to each other paranoia sets in :)

the game is so simple yet the fights i've seen break out because of it are marvelous <3

this is also very ironic because Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht loosely translates to "man don't get angry"

okay onto the headcanons

the pack get together and play the dreaded game at every chance they get and they almost never finish it because of how pissed everyone gets while playing

asher is THE sniper in this game. TRUST he will get your pieces and throw them out. if he has to choose between getting one of his pieces into his house or throwing out one of yours, he will always choose to be a menace.

his #1 targets are david and milo

milo takes it very personally. one time after a game where asher really went in on milo, he wouldn't talk to asher for a week and a half. he considers his little guys being thrown out the greatest offense and betrayal.

asher jokes that it's because milo relates to the pieces so much since they're "the same size as him"

david is the type of player that makes it fairly peacefully around the board UNTIL he's about to put one of his pieces into his house. THAT'S when his bad luck strikes and his piece gets sniped.

david also argues that it's "stupid" that he has to roll the exact number to get into his house

"why can't i put it in my house if i roll a 5 that makes no sense if i'm ABLE to take 5 steps why can't i just CHOOSE to only take 4-"

he's very annoying about it

angel is that person who initially rarely rolls a 6 so it takes them FOREVER to even get into the game but once they're in? oh boy you basically already lost

their win comes out of nowhere

baaabe and sweetheart form a coalition. they agree to not throw each other out.

that agreement goes out of the window when one of them is close to winning.

their main goal is to take out asher. milo is VERY happy about them working together.

that is, until they team up on him

then he's inconsolable

sweetheart rolls pretty high numbers which is great until they try to get into their house, then the constant 5s get very depressing

baaabe is the opposite, they roll mostly 2s and 3s so it takes them forever to get around the board but once they make it, they get their pieces into their house pretty quickly

sam just doesn't understand the rules at first

"why can't i put my piece in my house, 6 is enough isn't it?" cue david, "THATS WHAT I'M SAYING-"

but once he plays for a bit he gets the hang of it and he honestly enjoys it quite a lot

he's half of the reason why the pack still plays it together despite all of the fights, he just visibly has so much fun playing

yes i also headcanon that EVERYONE in the shaw pack has a soft spot for him. and i'm right.

darlin only plays for two reasons: 1) to make sam happy and 2) to bully asher

it is a fight to the DEATH between them and asher, you don't get it.

they either hurl every insult in the book at each other or it is dead silent. you only hear furious dice rolling. no inbetween for these two.

for that reason asher and darlin aren't allowed to play against each other unless both sam and david are there as mediators.

the only time darlin and ash aren't at each other's throats while playing is when they team up on christian or david.

christian almost never rolls a 6 so he barely ever manages to get into the game. but on the off chance that he does, he immediately gets sniped by ash or darlin

christian no longer plays Mensch Ärgere Dich Nicht.

#take a shot every time i say “piece” #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted shaw pack #stella's horoscope #stella's ideas

[pasteloctoz]

I am always looking to have FL and the rest of the damn crew interact with any of the other characters. But especially FL with the other listeners. I already headcanon an entire friend group with the mates, lovely, and darlin' because OF COURSE THERE IS. If you're lookin for that bit that set off this idea, here's the post I made:

SO- I have more :D

FL, Gavin, Baaabe, and Asher are the most fashionable couples in the group. But most importantly, Gavin and Baaabe both talk a lot about where they get their clothes.

Speaking of which, when Gavin meets Asher, Ash just embraces Gavin's flirting and Gavin eats it up.

It takes a while for everyone in the group (even their partners) to get used to Gavin, but when they see how laid back FL is about it, they warm up to him.

David is still hella protective of Angel though and it shows. 'Tis why Gavin stopped flirting with Angel (obv he's not gonna be that shitty of a person) even though he still messes around with David.

Milo is equally as protective as David is about SH but as long as SH doesn't say anything to him and Gavin doesn't over step their boundaries, Milo is chill about it.

Sam doesn't get anything Gavin says and Darlin' just laughs at him for it, while its the other way around for Vincent and Lovely.

On an angstier note- All the listeners trauma dump to one another. Whether its stuff we've seen or just random stuff from their past. They have such a precious relationship with one another that one of them can just simply say "Hey, I can someone come over, I need a distraction." And they all drop everything. Suddenly a full day of going out on the town and partying is planned and they're all down for it. They all know what its like so they don't ask until the person in question is ready. Then they listen. I remember typing something like this up but I either can't find the post or I never posted it. All the listeners have been through so much whether the inversion or their own personal/childhood trauma. I feel like its only fair for them all to have this kind of healthy understanding and safe place with eachother.

Also, for Angel, Baaabe, and Darlin', Lovely hooked them up with their therapist because even though they weren't in the ward, Lovely knows how much stress they felt knowing their partners were in there.

Speaking more about the inversion, when the wave of magic happened, I'd like to think that the people in the wards could feel their friends/family/partners that helped the wave go off. So David, Asher, and Sam all felt Darlin's magic along with a few others when it happened. I want that to be the reason why Darlin' was shifted when they met back up with Sam (but also to sniff him out ofc).

Baaabe is a lawyer so anytime one of the listeners + asher get angry at someone they say, "You'll hear from my lawyer." And two minutes later Baaabe is there like "What did you do to piss 'em off."

Thats all I got rn!!! Have a lovely day! (No pun intended)

#redactedverse #redacted asmr #redacted audio #redacted headcanons #redacted freelancer #redacted gavin #redacted baaabe #redacted asher #redacted david #redacted angel #redacted milo #redacted sweetheart #redacted sam #redacted darlin #redacted vincent #redacted lovely #redacted listener #redacted shaw pack #redacted solaire clan

[bat-besties]

Trans Barbara Gordon 

Barbara is a smart and happy kid, and when she insists she’s a girl or that she’s Barbara (the name she would have had if born female), Jim just takes it as a sign he’s raising his son as a feminist. Jim doesn’t really know very much about trans culture, it’s the 90s so it isn’t on his radar for his kid. At work, he’s pushing for policing changes and listens to lobbyists, but it isn’t a priority for him.

When Barbara begins to grow her hair out at twelve he teases that she’s looking like a girl, and doesn’t understand when she gets upset.

Barbara, angry and hurt and feeling so, so wrong doesn’t know why she’s upset either. When later her dad clumsily talks about how it’s so cool that David Bowie is bisexual and oh wow he loves that makeup and everyone thinks Bowie is such a cool rockstar, she feels a little better.

She does feel an affinity with queer men, but she prefers thinking about Batwoman than Robin - maybe that’s bisexual. Her dad stops talking about her wife and starts saying partner, and that makes her feel better.

When she sees the word “transgender” for the first time at fourteen it’s like the world tilts on its axis. She logs into the internet, reading everything she can - forums and chat rooms filled with people just like her. She sobs with the sudden relief - relief and fear and joy and dysphoria and understanding. Ever the librarian, she gathers as much information as she can.

She considers a few names - Cassandra is pretty, and has a meaning she loves, but she decides to keep things simple. Barbara Gordon, as she always should have been.

When she tells her dad, she’s entirely professional and serious. She doesn’t miss how his confusion gives way to fear, but she knows it isn’t of her but for her.

Jim takes a while to entirely switch names and pronouns, but she doesn’t care when the effort is there. He takes her out shopping for new clothes, agreeing between them that for safety they’ll say they’re trying to find a surprise outfit for her twin sister if anyone asks. Nobody does - but the plan makes them both more at ease. They argue over an ugly corduroy skirt Jim loves and she says is hideous. She mostly gets women’s sweaters and trousers, in purple and green and black.

Things are easier from her computer where A/S/L is at the click of her keyboard, and nobody can tell her what she should be. She remains closeted at school at first, for her own safety. Then once she goes to high school, she switches schools and starts her life new.

Jim had already taught her how to fight. He teaches her again.

Things are hard- but she gets through it. Still, graduation is a relief when she can just keep contact with her few good friends.

Life after high school is good, but there’s a frustration running through it. As her father becomes police commissioner, it’s harder to hear her friends in the gay bars of Gotham talk about their experiences and still come into office to chat with her dad’s coworkers like she always used to. She knows she’s protected by her dad, and everyone should have that same protection. He urges for slow, systemic change, and she can’t wait for that.

When she wears the Bat’s symbol, it’s purely to piss her dad off, to take her cue from another vigilante. She didn’t expect to become caught up with the man himself.

She didn’t pick the name Batgirl either - it’s a shame Batwoman was taken - when she chooses her own name later, as Oracle, her gender doesn’t factor into it.

Still, having a billionaire fund your transition is a small perk for risking your life every night.

Finally, she’s fulfilled.

And then - a fight, the Joker, a gunshot.

Paralysis brings with it a wave of self-hatred towards her body she thought she’d left behind forever. She’s stuck, once again. Familiar anger curls into her bones. Physical therapy feels like a joke, a band-aid over a gaping wound. The pain is physical now, invading her body and fogging her brain. After so long saying she can do as much as anyone else, now she genuinely, physically, can’t.

She tries not to think of the word joke.

It’s a small thing which triggers the self reflection - her dad’s chasing a case and is asking her for advice. One suspect’s name is familiar to him, and he just can’t place it…

She laughs, for the first time in a while. It’s her deadname.

Jim feels like an idiot, and she tries to remind him to rest and sleep amidst her teasing. But she remembers being fourteen and thinking her dad would never switch, never truly see her as his daughter. And now, here they are.

Names are not fast to change, but that doesn’t make the change any less necessary.

Oracle - she takes a while to come across the new name, and as she wakes from the dream which brought it, she instantly knows it is right.

Once again she’s behind a screen, building herself a new identity. She can’t run over rooftops or hold her own in a fight, but she goes to the library and takes out every book on disability justice and reframes what independence and power mean to her. So she can’t do what abled people can - how many of them can do this?

Pain doesn’t mean what it did as Batgirl, the cost of a battle lost and a war won. It doesn’t mean anything - and perhaps it never did at all. She takes her painkillers and does her breathing exercises, and naps with the computers running.

Her body looks wrong in the mirror, and this time she can’t change anything about it. But she can buy a wheelchair she actually likes the look of, and donate the trousers which bunch weirdly when she sits down, and practice looking herself in the eye.

Then comes Black Canary and Huntress, Katana and Lady Blackhawk, and so many more.

Her Birds of Prey are no more her legs than she’s their brains. They’re her friends, her partners, her heroes - just as she is theirs.

Of course, she is in an incredibly complex sapphic polycule with many members.

And then come the Batgirls....who I’m going to do individual hc posts for with transfemme Cass and trans Steph. 

#links will be added later #i just had to get this out!! #barbara gordon #batgirl #oracle #this hc is really fun for me as a trans wheelchair user