Name's Danny. Just Danny. I live in Beacon Hills, I like lacrosse, and recently all my friends are acting a little strange.


*This is an RP blog devoted to Danny from Teen Wolf*

 

spawnofperdition:

hackerdanny:

-He squeezes his eyes shut and turns his face into into Jesse’s palm-  I don’t know.  I don’t know what I need.  I just know it hurts.  Every time I think about it, it hurts.  And I don’t know how to fix it.  Especially when I feel like I have to walk on eggshells to keep it from happening again.  

Everybody…you, Stiles, Jackson…all of you expect me to be this…this perfect thing that all of you can depend on.  And I like it.  I do.  I like being someone you can depend on, Jesse.  I like being the calm in all the shit that goes on here.  I can’t do any magic tricks like the rest of you, or grow fangs or get black eyes, or…or, whatever, but I can still keep part of you safe.  

-He hesitantly brings his hand up and presses it against Jesse’s heart-  I can do something.  But how am I supposed to balance that when wanna be the person that screams and breaks things and punches people in the face?  So I don’t.  I don’t ever.  Because if I slip, whose gonna keep you from slipping?

You don’t wanna lie to me?  I don’t wanna lie to you.  I didn’t wanna break up with Stiles. I didn’t.  I fucking loved him so much.  And we were good together.  But we couldn’t make it work and I had to walk away. What I feel for you, Jesse,  how I love you…how I’m in love with you…It’s so different, but it’s just as strong.  Stronger.  And I don’t want to have to walk away from you. -It’s the first time he’s even allowed himself to admit it’s a possibility-

I don’t want to walk away from you.

-Jesse brushes his thumb across Danny’s cheek.-

I don’t want that either. And I don’t want you to walk on eggshells around me. I’m an addict with a shit ton of baggage. But I’m not gonna snap and go overdose in an alley because you yell at me. Baby, I’ve felt this building since the basement. We both have. We’ve just been ignoring it because it’s easier.

-He nods, then turns and presses his lips to Jesse’s thumb-  I’m still mad.  I don’t know how to fix it.  But I want to.  -he curls his fingers into Jesse’s shirt, tugs him close, and wraps his arms around him-  We’ll figure it out.  As long as I’m not working alone, we can figure it out.

-he hears a shout in the distance-  And I think we’re being summoned to dinner.

spawnofperdition:

hackerdanny:

spawnofperdition:

hackerdanny:

-He shakes his head violently-  I don’t wanna talk to you.  -All of a sudden he whirls around, jabbing his finger in Jesse’s direction-  I was willing to do it, you know.  I was totally willing to stop being friends with Stiles for you.  So that you wouldn’t worry.  So you’d never have to be afraid of whatever the fuck your blood addled brain was torturing you with.  Even though it was founded on nothing.  Even though I’d told you a thousand times I chose YOU.  Stiles was the closest person to me besides Jackson and I was happy to give that up because you are always more important.

But you had to keep pushing.  No, Danny, really, I’m fine!  It’s not like that, Danny!  He’s your friend and he helped us with Meg!  Let’s take him to Hawaii with us!

-Jesse reaches out a hand like he wants to touch him, and Danny jerks away, takes a step back-

Do you have any idea what it felt like to hear you say that shit in the basement?  What it did to me?  And I forgave you!  I didn’t ask you to make it up to me or prove you didn’t mean it.  I believed you when you said that wasn’t the rational you!  I understood this whole relationship thing was new to you and you were still figuring it out!  I didn’t hold it against you!

But you lied.  You lied to me.

-He takes a deep breath and forces his voice low again-  I want to go home.  Will you please take me back to Beacon Hills? -It’s not a rational request, he knows that, but right now he wants to be far away from Jesse.  And Stiles.  And every fucked up person he has always had to be strong for.-

And tell what to your Tutu? And everybody else? Anywhere I take you, I’m just gonna have to eventually come get you. -He sighs.- Which something tells me is the last thing you want right now.

But…I will take you literally anywhere on this island and I promise I’ll leave you alone. If we talk now.

You realize that’s blackmail, right?  -he snorts-  Of course you do.  Fine, whatever.  -he makes a sweeping motion with his hand-  Go on.  Talk.

You’re right. I’m jealous. Stupidly, irrationally jealous. I know that. I know that you would never cheat on me. I know it wouldn’t matter if Stiles made a move on you or not, you would never do that to me. You love me. I know it. But I’m still terrified. I can’t explain it. I can’t reason it. Sometimes you just look at each other and it feels like the way we look at each other. And I don’t know what to do with that. So I get angry. But I don’t want to be and I definitely don’t want you to see it because you deserve better. So I keep it in. Because that’s what people do, right?

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But, Danny, I didn’t want to lie to you. I want to say it until it’s true. I’m going to keep saying it until it’s true. Because Stiles is important to you. And he is a good guy. And I refuse to let you cut him out of your life because I’m an asshole. That’s bullshit.

I am so fucking sorry for everything I said to you. -Sand slides off his feet as he moves closer, cupping Danny’s face in both hands.- I love you. And I know those words are nothing if I don’t treat you the way you deserve. Which is so much more than this. -His voice drops down to a whisper.- Tell me what you need.

-He squeezes his eyes shut and turns his face into into Jesse’s palm-  I don’t know.  I don’t know what I need.  I just know it hurts.  Every time I think about it, it hurts.  And I don’t know how to fix it.  Especially when I feel like I have to walk on eggshells to keep it from happening again.  

Everybody…you, Stiles, Jackson…all of you expect me to be this…this perfect thing that all of you can depend on.  And I like it.  I do.  I like being someone you can depend on, Jesse.  I like being the calm in all the shit that goes on here.  I can’t do any magic tricks like the rest of you, or grow fangs or get black eyes, or…or, whatever, but I can still keep part of you safe.  

-He hesitantly brings his hand up and presses it against Jesse’s heart-  I can do something.  But how am I supposed to balance that when wanna be the person that screams and breaks things and punches people in the face?  So I don’t.  I don’t ever.  Because if I slip, whose gonna keep you from slipping?

You don’t wanna lie to me?  I don’t wanna lie to you.  I didn’t wanna break up with Stiles. I didn’t.  I fucking loved him so much.  And we were good together.  But we couldn’t make it work and I had to walk away. What I feel for you, Jesse,  how I love you…how I’m in love with you…It’s so different, but it’s just as strong.  Stronger.  And I don’t want to have to walk away from you. -It’s the first time he’s even allowed himself to admit it’s a possibility-

I don’t want to walk away from you.

spawnofperdition:

hackerdanny:

-He shakes his head violently-  I don’t wanna talk to you.  -All of a sudden he whirls around, jabbing his finger in Jesse’s direction-  I was willing to do it, you know.  I was totally willing to stop being friends with Stiles for you.  So that you wouldn’t worry.  So you’d never have to be afraid of whatever the fuck your blood addled brain was torturing you with.  Even though it was founded on nothing.  Even though I’d told you a thousand times I chose YOU.  Stiles was the closest person to me besides Jackson and I was happy to give that up because you are always more important.

But you had to keep pushing.  No, Danny, really, I’m fine!  It’s not like that, Danny!  He’s your friend and he helped us with Meg!  Let’s take him to Hawaii with us!

-Jesse reaches out a hand like he wants to touch him, and Danny jerks away, takes a step back-

Do you have any idea what it felt like to hear you say that shit in the basement?  What it did to me?  And I forgave you!  I didn’t ask you to make it up to me or prove you didn’t mean it.  I believed you when you said that wasn’t the rational you!  I understood this whole relationship thing was new to you and you were still figuring it out!  I didn’t hold it against you!

But you lied.  You lied to me.

-He takes a deep breath and forces his voice low again-  I want to go home.  Will you please take me back to Beacon Hills? -It’s not a rational request, he knows that, but right now he wants to be far away from Jesse.  And Stiles.  And every fucked up person he has always had to be strong for.-

And tell what to your Tutu? And everybody else? Anywhere I take you, I’m just gonna have to eventually come get you. -He sighs.- Which something tells me is the last thing you want right now.

But…I will take you literally anywhere on this island and I promise I’ll leave you alone. If we talk now.

You realize that’s blackmail, right?  -he snorts-  Of course you do.  Fine, whatever.  -he makes a sweeping motion with his hand-  Go on.  Talk.

spawnofperdition:

hackerdanny:

spawnofperdition:

I still don’t understand how you do it.

-Do what?-

Handle your boyfriend working in a bar.

-Jesse can practically see his sponsor’s slow blink. If she wasn’t so insanely smart, he’d think she was dumb. Eccentric? She definitely qualified.

I have to be sober. He doesn’t.

Jesse snorts. For Cameron it really did seem to be as simple as that. Good for her.-

Just seems like an extra stress is all.

-Not having employment is a bigger stress. And I don’t follow Derek to work any more than you follow Danny to school.-

Point. Anyway, I gotta go, Cameron. Thanks for taking my call so late.

-It’s my duty.

Jesse rolls his eyes.- Night, Cameron.

-Goodnight.

Pocketing his phone, Jesse heads back outside where everyone is playing a pick up game on the beach. Danny’s cousin, Amana, is playing quarterback. Even though Stiles trips no less than three times, he still manages to catch the ball. Jesse laughs but Stiles’ triumph is short-lived as Danny tackles him before he can really get anywhere.

The humor switches to discomfort to completely uncomfortable in the span of seconds as he watches Stiles grown, forfeiting the ball to spread his arms out. Danny is laughing down at him, sticking his tongue out, and completely on top of him. Their lower halves are lined up and they’re still not moving. Just talking like it’s the most normal thing in the world. They finally finally move, only for Danny to offer his hand and lift Stiles up and then…then he fucking brushes sand off his face while Stiles scrunches up his face, all cute and ‘innocent’.

Jesse’s surprised when Danny suddenly turns and looks at him. Caught out acting all cute with your ex, huh, baby? Only Stiles is looking at him, too. Everyone is, actually. Jesse looks down. The glass he was holding is shattered. It isn’t until he sees the glass shards in his hand that it hurts, coke sticky and stinging in the wounds.-

-The look on Jesse’s face…everything Danny’s been pushing to the side, deliberately not dealing with until a later time…it slams into him so hard it leaves him breathless.  All the horrible, horrible things Jesse had accused him of.  The mocking, deliberately vicious voice he had used when he’d done it.  How small and young he’d made Danny feel.  How hard he had struggled to not let Jesse see how much it had hurt.

And Danny knows, knows it was the detox.  Knows it was Jesse’s body fighting the hold the blood had on his body.  Only…Jesse’s not using now, and he hasn’t had an episode in months.  And this was exactly what Danny was afraid of when Jesse started pushing him to resume his friendship with Stiles.  Exactly why Danny has been wary of letting his guard down.  He suddenly feels like Jesse has just been waiting for an opening to attack-

Tutu is going to be upset her glass is broken -he says quietly, then turns his back on both Stiles and Jesse and jogs off toward the beach.  He wishes he had his cell phone so he could call Jackson-

-After the overly long awkward silence that follows, Stiles walks over to Jesse’s side, grabbing his wrist.

Let me help before you make it worse. He fidgets, pulling a shard out of Jesse’s hand. The pause is just that, a pause, because Stiles never can keep back from saying what he’s thinking. Dumbass.

Jesse pulls his hand out of his grasp.-

Don’t. Just don’t, okay? It’s fine.

-Sure. Big bad cambion. Probably can’t even get infected. He’s muttering it under his breath, thankfully, but Jesse doesn’t hear what else he has to say because he’s located Danny through their shared tattoo. Going inside, he does a quick rinse of his hand and then disappears, reappearing down the beach in front of Danny. Who immediately turns around and starts walking in the opposite direction.-

Danny, wait. Please. I’m sorry, okay? -If anything, Danny’s shoulders hunch more.- Fuck. That’s not how I meant it to sound. Will you just talk to me, please?

-He shakes his head violently-  I don’t wanna talk to you.  -All of a sudden he whirls around, jabbing his finger in Jesse’s direction-  I was willing to do it, you know.  I was totally willing to stop being friends with Stiles for you.  So that you wouldn’t worry.  So you’d never have to be afraid of whatever the fuck your blood addled brain was torturing you with.  Even though it was founded on nothing.  Even though I’d told you a thousand times I chose YOU.  Stiles was the closest person to me besides Jackson and I was happy to give that up because you are always more important.

But you had to keep pushing.  No, Danny, really, I’m fine!  It’s not like that, Danny!  He’s your friend and he helped us with Meg!  Let’s take him to Hawaii with us!

-Jesse reaches out a hand like he wants to touch him, and Danny jerks away, takes a step back-

Do you have any idea what it felt like to hear you say that shit in the basement?  What it did to me?  And I forgave you!  I didn’t ask you to make it up to me or prove you didn’t mean it.  I believed you when you said that wasn’t the rational you!  I understood this whole relationship thing was new to you and you were still figuring it out!  I didn’t hold it against you!

But you lied.  You lied to me.

-He takes a deep breath and forces his voice low again-  I want to go home.  Will you please take me back to Beacon Hills? -It’s not a rational request, he knows that, but right now he wants to be far away from Jesse.  And Stiles.  And every fucked up person he has always had to be strong for.-

spawnofperdition:

I still don’t understand how you do it.

-Do what?-

Handle your boyfriend working in a bar.

-Jesse can practically see his sponsor’s slow blink. If she wasn’t so insanely smart, he’d think she was dumb. Eccentric? She definitely qualified.

I have to be sober. He doesn’t.

Jesse snorts. For Cameron it really did seem to be as simple as that. Good for her.-

Just seems like an extra stress is all.

-Not having employment is a bigger stress. And I don’t follow Derek to work any more than you follow Danny to school.-

Point. Anyway, I gotta go, Cameron. Thanks for taking my call so late.

-It’s my duty.

Jesse rolls his eyes.- Night, Cameron.

-Goodnight.

Pocketing his phone, Jesse heads back outside where everyone is playing a pick up game on the beach. Danny’s cousin, Amana, is playing quarterback. Even though Stiles trips no less than three times, he still manages to catch the ball. Jesse laughs but Stiles’ triumph is short-lived as Danny tackles him before he can really get anywhere.

The humor switches to discomfort to completely uncomfortable in the span of seconds as he watches Stiles grown, forfeiting the ball to spread his arms out. Danny is laughing down at him, sticking his tongue out, and completely on top of him. Their lower halves are lined up and they’re still not moving. Just talking like it’s the most normal thing in the world. They finally finally move, only for Danny to offer his hand and lift Stiles up and then…then he fucking brushes sand off his face while Stiles scrunches up his face, all cute and ‘innocent’.

Jesse’s surprised when Danny suddenly turns and looks at him. Caught out acting all cute with your ex, huh, baby? Only Stiles is looking at him, too. Everyone is, actually. Jesse looks down. The glass he was holding is shattered. It isn’t until he sees the glass shards in his hand that it hurts, coke sticky and stinging in the wounds.-

-The look on Jesse’s face…everything Danny’s been pushing to the side, deliberately not dealing with until a later time…it slams into him so hard it leaves him breathless.  All the horrible, horrible things Jesse had accused him of.  The mocking, deliberately vicious voice he had used when he’d done it.  How small and young he’d made Danny feel.  How hard he had struggled to not let Jesse see how much it had hurt.

And Danny knows, knows it was the detox.  Knows it was Jesse’s body fighting the hold the blood had on his body.  Only…Jesse’s not using now, and he hasn’t had an episode in months.  And this was exactly what Danny was afraid of when Jesse started pushing him to resume his friendship with Stiles.  Exactly why Danny has been wary of letting his guard down.  He suddenly feels like Jesse has just been waiting for an opening to attack-

Tutu is going to be upset her glass is broken -he says quietly, then turns his back on both Stiles and Jesse and jogs off toward the beach.  He wishes he had his cell phone so he could call Jackson-

sunshinewolf11:

jackson-f-u-whittemore:

So I made some shit for Mr. Argent, Peter, and Scott while on the plane (which I’m still on).

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Holy shit, dude. You actually did it!

There’s the Jackson I know and love.

hackerdanny asked
Don't pout, Jackson. I'll bring you back a nice souvenir. And you hate Jesse anyway, so you'd just give bitch face the whole time.

jackson-f-u-whittemore:

hackerdanny:

jackson-f-u-whittemore:

That does not mean an invite should not have at least been extended. I would have said no anyway, but it’s called “common “courtesy”, my friend.

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I’ll take you out for a nice dinner when we get home, okay?  Just you and me, no Jesse.

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I think I can handle that. Consider it a deal.

In the mean time, Scott invited me to Disneyland with the others. Or, meet them there, anyway. I’m on a plane to Florida right now. Long story short: I get to meet Gaston.

But I thought Isaac said they weren’t getting to Disney until April 7th?   Are you making shopping stops along the way?  And in that case, I think I’m the one who should get to be indignant about being left out of long vacations.

hackerdanny asked
Don't pout, Jackson. I'll bring you back a nice souvenir. And you hate Jesse anyway, so you'd just give bitch face the whole time.

jackson-f-u-whittemore:

That does not mean an invite should not have at least been extended. I would have said no anyway, but it’s called “common “courtesy”, my friend.

I’ll take you out for a nice dinner when we get home, okay?  Just you and me, no Jesse.

spawnofperdition:

hackerdanny:

spawnofperdition:

hackerdanny:

-Danny’s breath stutters as he watches Jesse’s body swallow his fingers-  Fuck.  Just…fuck, baby.  -He scissors his fingers and Jesse rocks down even harder, then arches and groans when Danny adds a third finger-

Okay, okay.  Yeah.  Yeah, need to be in you now.  -He pulls his fingers out, whimpering right along with Jesse at the loss.  But it’s so worth it when he slicks up his dick and presses the blunt tip into Jesse.  He braces his hands on Jesse’s knees, pushing them further back as he leans in to tongue inside his mouth-

Godgodgod -he chants quietly as he twists his hips and buries himself in Jesse-

-He sighs out as Danny sinks in because yes. He can’t believe he never bottomed before Danny. But a part of him is glad. Because there’s no way it would have been this good. This right. He knows because topping wasn’t even as good as it is with Danny.

He’s never known someone’s body the way he knows Danny’s. Never known someone well enough to know something like light touches between his shoulder blades will always make him shiver. Known that scratching nails deep over his ass makes him lose his fucking mind.

Jesse’s eyes roll back in his head as Danny does just that. He can’t keep up with the shock of each sensation. Mouth, hands, dick. Everywhere. Everything. They’re everything. Jesse grips Danny’s jaw, bringing at least one thing into focus with eyes he can barely keep open.-

I love you. I love you so much.

I love you, too.  I love you, too.  -This much is always true, and he ruthlessly shuts out the reality of all the things they still have to work through.  He wraps his hand around Jesse’s dick and twists his wrist in time to his thrusts.  He’s rapidly losing his focus in the intense rush of pleasure that fucking Jesse always brings.  He’s helpless in the face of the way Jesse moves against him, the way he looks at him.-

Come on baby, let go.  Come for me, Jesse.  I wanna see.

-Jesse gasps repeatedly, right on the edge. The only thing grounding him is Danny’s dark eyes, locking him to this moment. His face tightens in that cross between pleasure and pain and it’s that moment, that look that sends Jesse hurtling over into graying around the edges of his vision bliss.

Danny’s eyes are roving wildly over him as soon as he can see again, shoving Jesse’s legs further up his body until he’s bent near in half. Jesse pulls Danny close, carding fingers through his hair and baring his throat for Danny to bury his face against his skin.-

I’m so tight around you, aren’t I, baby? Let me feel you.

-He’s helpless to do anything but obey, surging forward to snap his hips into Jesse over and and over, his eyes falling shut as he approaches the precipice and leaps over.  At the last minute he forces his eyes open, locking them with Jesse’s as he shudders, slams his hips into Jesse’s hard enough to bruise, and comes-

Oh fuck.  Christ.  God Jesse, it’s you.  Always you.  -He slowly comes down, rubbing his lips softly across Jesse’s shoulders-  I’m so lucky I decided to walk into The Sevens that night.

spawnofperdition:

hackerdanny:

-Danny’s breath stutters as he watches Jesse’s body swallow his fingers-  Fuck.  Just…fuck, baby.  -He scissors his fingers and Jesse rocks down even harder, then arches and groans when Danny adds a third finger-

Okay, okay.  Yeah.  Yeah, need to be in you now.  -He pulls his fingers out, whimpering right along with Jesse at the loss.  But it’s so worth it when he slicks up his dick and presses the blunt tip into Jesse.  He braces his hands on Jesse’s knees, pushing them further back as he leans in to tongue inside his mouth-

Godgodgod -he chants quietly as he twists his hips and buries himself in Jesse-

-He sighs out as Danny sinks in because yes. He can’t believe he never bottomed before Danny. But a part of him is glad. Because there’s no way it would have been this good. This right. He knows because topping wasn’t even as good as it is with Danny.

He’s never known someone’s body the way he knows Danny’s. Never known someone well enough to know something like light touches between his shoulder blades will always make him shiver. Known that scratching nails deep over his ass makes him lose his fucking mind.

Jesse’s eyes roll back in his head as Danny does just that. He can’t keep up with the shock of each sensation. Mouth, hands, dick. Everywhere. Everything. They’re everything. Jesse grips Danny’s jaw, bringing at least one thing into focus with eyes he can barely keep open.-

I love you. I love you so much.

I love you, too.  I love you, too.  -This much is always true, and he ruthlessly shuts out the reality of all the things they still have to work through.  He wraps his hand around Jesse’s dick and twists his wrist in time to his thrusts.  He’s rapidly losing his focus in the intense rush of pleasure that fucking Jesse always brings.  He’s helpless in the face of the way Jesse moves against him, the way he looks at him.-

Come on baby, let go.  Come for me, Jesse.  I wanna see.