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*

 

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hackerdanny:

 

-He stills, out of shock more than anything.  Now that is something he never really expected to hear.  But Carlisle has helped everyone else, so maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise.  He reaches for something to say, finally settling on the simple-  Okay.  Yeah, okay. I think that’s be good.  -He’s tired again, suddenly, even though it’s not even ten o’clock.  He doesn’t know if he’ll actually sleep, but he’s all at once desperate to touch Jesse in some real, tangible way, even if it’s still through all the layers of cotton.

He reaches out and lightly cups Jesse’s cheek, feeling the curve of it under his thumb-

Lay down with me?

-His eyes flutter shut at the touch of Danny’s hand. Leaning into it, Jesse nods. He clears off the bed while Danny ditches his shoes and jeans. When Jesse crawls in after him, he’s a little hesitant to breach the space between them. There’s all these new rules and barriers that aren’t established and are all completely there to his own doing. Jesse reaches for him all the same, wrapping his arm around Danny’s waist. Danny immediately pulls him closer until Jesse’s chest is flush against his back. For the first time in days, Jesse feels the rise and fall of Danny against him. Can hear his quiet breaths. And for the first time in days, Jesse feels like he can breathe.-

-He lets himself fall into Jesse, lets the warmth of his arms around his waist and the steadiness of him at his back sooth some of the noise and confusion in his brain.  He listens to him breathe for a very long time, before finally falling asleep-

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-Jesse’s listening to The Who in his and Danny’s bed when the door opens. At first he thinks it’s Mr or Mrs. Mahealani. Mrs. to talk about his first support group meeting coming up. Or Mr. Mahealani coming to ask another question about teleporting. He’s been a lot more concerned about the possible kinks now that he might be using Taxi Turner himself.

But the person in the doorway is neither Mahealani parent but Danny himself. Pulling off his headphones, Jesse stares in surprise and not a little longing. He’s missed him.-

Hey. -Hey. Danny toys with the strap to his bag.- I thought you were gonna be gone until Sunday.

-He shrugs a little-  Lydia came back early.  -He lets his bag drop to the floor and sits down on the bed, a little apart from Jesse-  And I missed you.  

-He had, horribly.  He figures you can’t sleep, eat, and breathe with someone every single day for a year and not, even when you can’t get the words they’d said out of your head.  He’s beginning to think that maybe it isn’t 100% healthy, for either one of them.

So he’d missed him, so much sometimes he couldn’t quite draw in air, but it had been nice, too, to only deal with Jackson’s mild co-dependence for once.  And Jackson has been so much better since the whole kanima mess, since he and Lydia had actually committed to working through their boatload of issues.  Danny is finally caught up on sleep, and the schoolwork he’d let slide.  And now that he’s back home…

Now that he’s back home his heart does twisty, leapy things when it sees Jesse looking at him through too long bangs and eyes wide with myriad emotions.  His heart does twisty leapy things… and Danny feels like he’s wrapped in thick cotton, only vaguely connected to the emotions he’s feeling, like his brain 500 miles away-

I missed you. -he says again-

-Jesse moves his hand slowly across the bed until their fingers touch. When Danny doesn’t pull away, he slides his hand into Danny’s just as easily as he always has.-

I missed you, too. -He smiles.- I couldn’t seem to figure out how to fall asleep without hearing the way you breathe when you sleep.

-He looks down at their hands, watching his thumb stroke along Danny’s, then catches his gaze again.-

I’ve thought a lot about us since you’ve been gone. And I don’t like what I found. -Danny’s face tightens and closes off. Jesse squeezes his hand instinctively, like he might leave.- Our entire relationship feels like it’s been about me. I brought a lot of baggage in and I’ve just added a lot more. And I’ve hurt you so many times. Any sane person would walk away. -Jesse laughs depreciatively.- Hopefully you’re a little crazy. Because I’m gonna be different. Better. I want to be the rock for you that you’ve been for me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be strong for me. And I will prove to you every single day that what I said in that room couldn’t be further from the truth of how I feel about you. Until you believe it again. And after.

-he looks down at their hands and not at Jesse-  Some part of you, no matter how small, believes what you said.  Or it wouldn’t have been in your head to say.  -he can feel Jesse gearing up to say something and he shakes his head and takes a deep breath-

I know…I know it’s not the rational part of you.  The main part.  It’s the scared part.  I get that.  I do.  That’s why you never tried to physically hurt me.  You love me.  I love you.  But I can’t stop hearing it.  I can’t even fucking look at Stiles anymore.

-He lets go of Jesse’s hand and draws his legs up to his chest, wraps his arms around them.  He rests his cheek on his knee as he finally turns to look at Jesse-

-He unconsciously mirrors Danny’s movements, pulling tighter in on himself.-

I wanted to hurt you. Not physically. Didn’t really even want to hurt you emotionally, but I thought if I did, if I just pushed hard enough, you’d leave. And if you left, I might be able to get out and find something to make it stop. It wasn’t rational. It wasn’t the part of me that loves you or Meg or anyone else. I would have said or done anything to get out and I hate knowing that about myself.

I guess…I guess with Stiles. It’s just so obvious how much he’s still in love with you. And you love him. I’m not saying I think you’d ever cheat on me. I know I said that in the basement, but that’s the most utter bullshit ever. If you ever wanted to be with somebody else, you’d tell me up front. I know that. It’s just…I’m not stupid. I know he’s the better choice. He’s a sarcastic asshole, but he’s like stupidly good beneath all the flailing.

-He shrugs.-

So everything that I said down there about him, it comes from that.

You’re right.  If I wanted to be with Stiles, I’d be with Stiles.  But I don’t want to be with Stiles.  I want to be with you.

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You’re the better choice for me.  

-He sobers quickly-  But you’re an addict, baby.  You get that, right?  That it’s never actually gonna go away?  And I don’t want to go through that again.  So we gotta come up with a plan.

-Jesse nods, leaning forward and sitting cross-legged on the bed.-

Your mom and I have been talking a lot about that. About the steps I need to take, the types of places I should avoid, what I should do when I’m really tempted. The plan was always to go back to The Sevens when we found Meg, at least part time. But that’s obviously not the best option for me anymore. I was drinking with the pills long before I resorted to other stuff. -He bites his lips against the memory of the taste. The way he felt when he mixed them.- We picked out a group that your mom thinks would work best for me. I guess I’ll see Wednesday. But I think I may talk to Carlisle, too. Just for the stuff I can’t exactly talk about to the plebeians.

-He stills, out of shock more than anything.  Now that is something he never really expected to hear.  But Carlisle has helped everyone else, so maybe it shouldn’t be such a surprise.  He reaches for something to say, finally settling on the simple-  Okay.  Yeah, okay. I think that’s be good.  -He’s tired again, suddenly, even though it’s not even ten o’clock.  He doesn’t know if he’ll actually sleep, but he’s all at once desperate to touch Jesse in some real, tangible way, even if it’s still through all the layers of cotton.

He reaches out and lightly cups Jesse’s cheek, feeling the curve of it under his thumb-

Lay down with me?

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-Jesse’s listening to The Who in his and Danny’s bed when the door opens. At first he thinks it’s Mr or Mrs. Mahealani. Mrs. to talk about his first support group meeting coming up. Or Mr. Mahealani coming to ask another question about teleporting. He’s been a lot more concerned about the possible kinks now that he might be using Taxi Turner himself.

But the person in the doorway is neither Mahealani parent but Danny himself. Pulling off his headphones, Jesse stares in surprise and not a little longing. He’s missed him.-

Hey. -Hey. Danny toys with the strap to his bag.- I thought you were gonna be gone until Sunday.

-He shrugs a little-  Lydia came back early.  -He lets his bag drop to the floor and sits down on the bed, a little apart from Jesse-  And I missed you.  

-He had, horribly.  He figures you can’t sleep, eat, and breathe with someone every single day for a year and not, even when you can’t get the words they’d said out of your head.  He’s beginning to think that maybe it isn’t 100% healthy, for either one of them.

So he’d missed him, so much sometimes he couldn’t quite draw in air, but it had been nice, too, to only deal with Jackson’s mild co-dependence for once.  And Jackson has been so much better since the whole kanima mess, since he and Lydia had actually committed to working through their boatload of issues.  Danny is finally caught up on sleep, and the schoolwork he’d let slide.  And now that he’s back home…

Now that he’s back home his heart does twisty, leapy things when it sees Jesse looking at him through too long bangs and eyes wide with myriad emotions.  His heart does twisty leapy things… and Danny feels like he’s wrapped in thick cotton, only vaguely connected to the emotions he’s feeling, like his brain 500 miles away-

I missed you. -he says again-

-Jesse moves his hand slowly across the bed until their fingers touch. When Danny doesn’t pull away, he slides his hand into Danny’s just as easily as he always has.-

I missed you, too. -He smiles.- I couldn’t seem to figure out how to fall asleep without hearing the way you breathe when you sleep.

-He looks down at their hands, watching his thumb stroke along Danny’s, then catches his gaze again.-

I’ve thought a lot about us since you’ve been gone. And I don’t like what I found. -Danny’s face tightens and closes off. Jesse squeezes his hand instinctively, like he might leave.- Our entire relationship feels like it’s been about me. I brought a lot of baggage in and I’ve just added a lot more. And I’ve hurt you so many times. Any sane person would walk away. -Jesse laughs depreciatively.- Hopefully you’re a little crazy. Because I’m gonna be different. Better. I want to be the rock for you that you’ve been for me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be strong for me. And I will prove to you every single day that what I said in that room couldn’t be further from the truth of how I feel about you. Until you believe it again. And after.

-he looks down at their hands and not at Jesse-  Some part of you, no matter how small, believes what you said.  Or it wouldn’t have been in your head to say.  -he can feel Jesse gearing up to say something and he shakes his head and takes a deep breath-

I know…I know it’s not the rational part of you.  The main part.  It’s the scared part.  I get that.  I do.  That’s why you never tried to physically hurt me.  You love me.  I love you.  But I can’t stop hearing it.  I can’t even fucking look at Stiles anymore.

-He lets go of Jesse’s hand and draws his legs up to his chest, wraps his arms around them.  He rests his cheek on his knee as he finally turns to look at Jesse-

-He unconsciously mirrors Danny’s movements, pulling tighter in on himself.-

I wanted to hurt you. Not physically. Didn’t really even want to hurt you emotionally, but I thought if I did, if I just pushed hard enough, you’d leave. And if you left, I might be able to get out and find something to make it stop. It wasn’t rational. It wasn’t the part of me that loves you or Meg or anyone else. I would have said or done anything to get out and I hate knowing that about myself.

I guess…I guess with Stiles. It’s just so obvious how much he’s still in love with you. And you love him. I’m not saying I think you’d ever cheat on me. I know I said that in the basement, but that’s the most utter bullshit ever. If you ever wanted to be with somebody else, you’d tell me up front. I know that. It’s just…I’m not stupid. I know he’s the better choice. He’s a sarcastic asshole, but he’s like stupidly good beneath all the flailing.

-He shrugs.-

So everything that I said down there about him, it comes from that.

You’re right.  If I wanted to be with Stiles, I’d be with Stiles.  But I don’t want to be with Stiles.  I want to be with you.

You’re the better choice for me.  

-He sobers quickly-  But you’re an addict, baby.  You get that, right?  That it’s never actually gonna go away?  And I don’t want to go through that again.  So we gotta come up with a plan.

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-Jesse’s listening to The Who in his and Danny’s bed when the door opens. At first he thinks it’s Mr or Mrs. Mahealani. Mrs. to talk about his first support group meeting coming up. Or Mr. Mahealani coming to ask another question about teleporting. He’s been a lot more concerned about the possible kinks now that he might be using Taxi Turner himself.

But the person in the doorway is neither Mahealani parent but Danny himself. Pulling off his headphones, Jesse stares in surprise and not a little longing. He’s missed him.-

Hey. -Hey. Danny toys with the strap to his bag.- I thought you were gonna be gone until Sunday.

-He shrugs a little-  Lydia came back early.  -He lets his bag drop to the floor and sits down on the bed, a little apart from Jesse-  And I missed you.  

-He had, horribly.  He figures you can’t sleep, eat, and breathe with someone every single day for a year and not, even when you can’t get the words they’d said out of your head.  He’s beginning to think that maybe it isn’t 100% healthy, for either one of them.

So he’d missed him, so much sometimes he couldn’t quite draw in air, but it had been nice, too, to only deal with Jackson’s mild co-dependence for once.  And Jackson has been so much better since the whole kanima mess, since he and Lydia had actually committed to working through their boatload of issues.  Danny is finally caught up on sleep, and the schoolwork he’d let slide.  And now that he’s back home…

Now that he’s back home his heart does twisty, leapy things when it sees Jesse looking at him through too long bangs and eyes wide with myriad emotions.  His heart does twisty leapy things… and Danny feels like he’s wrapped in thick cotton, only vaguely connected to the emotions he’s feeling, like his brain 500 miles away-

I missed you. -he says again-

-Jesse moves his hand slowly across the bed until their fingers touch. When Danny doesn’t pull away, he slides his hand into Danny’s just as easily as he always has.-

I missed you, too. -He smiles.- I couldn’t seem to figure out how to fall asleep without hearing the way you breathe when you sleep.

-He looks down at their hands, watching his thumb stroke along Danny’s, then catches his gaze again.-

I’ve thought a lot about us since you’ve been gone. And I don’t like what I found. -Danny’s face tightens and closes off. Jesse squeezes his hand instinctively, like he might leave.- Our entire relationship feels like it’s been about me. I brought a lot of baggage in and I’ve just added a lot more. And I’ve hurt you so many times. Any sane person would walk away. -Jesse laughs depreciatively.- Hopefully you’re a little crazy. Because I’m gonna be different. Better. I want to be the rock for you that you’ve been for me. I don’t want you to feel like you have to be strong for me. And I will prove to you every single day that what I said in that room couldn’t be further from the truth of how I feel about you. Until you believe it again. And after.

-he looks down at their hands and not at Jesse-  Some part of you, no matter how small, believes what you said.  Or it wouldn’t have been in your head to say.  -he can feel Jesse gearing up to say something and he shakes his head and takes a deep breath-

I know…I know it’s not the rational part of you.  The main part.  It’s the scared part.  I get that.  I do.  That’s why you never tried to physically hurt me.  You love me.  I love you.  But I can’t stop hearing it.  I can’t even fucking look at Stiles anymore.

-He lets go of Jesse’s hand and draws his legs up to his chest, wraps his arms around them.  He rests his cheek on his knee as he finally turns to look at Jesse-

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-Jesse’s listening to The Who in his and Danny’s bed when the door opens. At first he thinks it’s Mr or Mrs. Mahealani. Mrs. to talk about his first support group meeting coming up. Or Mr. Mahealani coming to ask another question about teleporting. He’s been a lot more concerned about the possible kinks now that he might be using Taxi Turner himself.

But the person in the doorway is neither Mahealani parent but Danny himself. Pulling off his headphones, Jesse stares in surprise and not a little longing. He’s missed him.-

Hey. -Hey. Danny toys with the strap to his bag.- I thought you were gonna be gone until Sunday.

-He shrugs a little-  Lydia came back early.  -He lets his bag drop to the floor and sits down on the bed, a little apart from Jesse-  And I missed you.  

-He had, horribly.  He figures you can’t sleep, eat, and breathe with someone every single day for a year and not, even when you can’t get the words they’d said out of your head.  He’s beginning to think that maybe it isn’t 100% healthy, for either one of them.

So he’d missed him, so much sometimes he couldn’t quite draw in air, but it had been nice, too, to only deal with Jackson’s mild co-dependence for once.  And Jackson has been so much better since the whole kanima mess, since he and Lydia had actually committed to working through their boatload of issues.  Danny is finally caught up on sleep, and the schoolwork he’d let slide.  And now that he’s back home…

Now that he’s back home his heart does twisty, leapy things when it sees Jesse looking at him through too long bangs and eyes wide with myriad emotions.  His heart does twisty leapy things… and Danny feels like he’s wrapped in thick cotton, only vaguely connected to the emotions he’s feeling, like his brain 500 miles away-

I missed you. -he says again-

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From: Stiles

To: Danny, Jesse

Argent told me you guys got home. Let me know if you need anything?

From: Stiles

To: Danny

From what I hear, what went on wasn’t pretty. If you want to talk about anything, I’m here, okay? This can’t be easy for either of you. So just… yeah. Resources. Just… don’t hesitate to ask.

He immediately knows Stiles is fishing, because Mr. Argent wouldn’t have told him shit.  But that’s just Stiles.

To: Stiles

We’re okay.  I’m gonna spend a few days with Jackson, keep him company.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school.

Ah…might wanna leave Jesse alone for awhile, okay?  Just…leave him alone.

To: Danny

I can leave Jesse alone. I just worry about you, man. Both of you. Because you guys have like, literally, been to hell and back.

If you need a place to stay that’s not with an asshole, you can always come over here. We’ve got the spare room.

To: Stiles

Thanks, man.  I think I’m good, but I appreciate the offer.

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-Jesse sleeps close to 24 hours.  Danny wakes up a little earlier, just long enough for his mom to sit him down and lay out some cold, hard truths.

Now they’re sitting at the kitchen table, Jesse shoveling down food just as fast as he can get it to his mouth.  It’s the first time he’s seen Jesse with an appetite in weeks, and it warms something in his heart.  Mainly though, he feels like he’s watching the both of them from the outside;  He’s empty, hollow.  Something he supposes is due to the serious sleep deficit he’s still running.

He waits until Jesse takes a drink of ice water before speaking up-

Jackson asked me stay with him for a few days while his parents are out of town.  I’d told him no, because of everything that was happening.  But, ah, since you’re doing better now, I think I’m gonna go.

-Jesse freezes in the path of putting his glass down, then tries to give himself a moment to think by carefully and gingerly placing it on the table. Still, the first thing out of his mouth is a simple-

Oh. -Danny flinches, just barely. It’s a look he’s too familiar with after the last few days. The things he said to him…

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…among many many others. He gets sick just thinking about it; no wonder Danny wants to get away from him. Jesse plasters on a small smile, which immediately falls when he sees the way Danny’s searching his face. Instead he takes Danny’s hand, stupidly relieved when he doesn’t pull away. He runs his thumb down the side of Danny’s index finger and meets his eyes again.- Whatever you need, okay? I understand that you need space after everything. I’ve got …I’ve got a lot of things I need to work out, too. And apologies to make. 

Yeah, I think you might wanna talk to Meg. -he can’t even fathom the things Jesse had told him he’d said to her.  And Meg isn’t a forgiving human being… demon.  He needs to talk to her himself, but that will have to wait.  Again.-

I don’t…I’m not going because I need space. -he thinks that’s true.  He squeezes Jesse’s hand-  I’m going because Lydia’s out of town and Jackson gets a little nuts if he’s left on his own for too long.  Gets too in his head, you know?  He’s my best friend, remember?  He needs me.

Look… you should talk to mom.  She wants to help.

-He nods.-

Yeah. Okay. And don’t let Jackson make it all about him, okay? Those best friend duties go both ways. 

Yeah, okay.  I promise I won’t.

From: Stiles

To: Danny, Jesse

Argent told me you guys got home. Let me know if you need anything?

From: Stiles

To: Danny

From what I hear, what went on wasn’t pretty. If you want to talk about anything, I’m here, okay? This can’t be easy for either of you. So just… yeah. Resources. Just… don’t hesitate to ask.

He immediately knows Stiles is fishing, because Mr. Argent wouldn’t have told him shit.  But that’s just Stiles.

To: Stiles

We’re okay.  I’m gonna spend a few days with Jackson, keep him company.  I’ll talk to you tomorrow at school.

Ah…might wanna leave Jesse alone for awhile, okay?  Just…leave him alone.

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-Jesse sleeps close to 24 hours.  Danny wakes up a little earlier, just long enough for his mom to sit him down and lay out some cold, hard truths.

Now they’re sitting at the kitchen table, Jesse shoveling down food just as fast as he can get it to his mouth.  It’s the first time he’s seen Jesse with an appetite in weeks, and it warms something in his heart.  Mainly though, he feels like he’s watching the both of them from the outside;  He’s empty, hollow.  Something he supposes is due to the serious sleep deficit he’s still running.

He waits until Jesse takes a drink of ice water before speaking up-

Jackson asked me stay with him for a few days while his parents are out of town.  I’d told him no, because of everything that was happening.  But, ah, since you’re doing better now, I think I’m gonna go.

-Jesse freezes in the path of putting his glass down, then tries to give himself a moment to think by carefully and gingerly placing it on the table. Still, the first thing out of his mouth is a simple-

Oh. -Danny flinches, just barely. It’s a look he’s too familiar with after the last few days. The things he said to him…

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…among many many others. He gets sick just thinking about it; no wonder Danny wants to get away from him. Jesse plasters on a small smile, which immediately falls when he sees the way Danny’s searching his face. Instead he takes Danny’s hand, stupidly relieved when he doesn’t pull away. He runs his thumb down the side of Danny’s index finger and meets his eyes again.- Whatever you need, okay? I understand that you need space after everything. I’ve got …I’ve got a lot of things I need to work out, too. And apologies to make. 

Yeah, I think you might wanna talk to Meg. -he can’t even fathom the things Jesse had told him he’d said to her.  And Meg isn’t a forgiving human being… demon.  He needs to talk to her himself, but that will have to wait.  Again.-

I don’t…I’m not going because I need space. -he thinks that’s true.  He squeezes Jesse’s hand-  I’m going because Lydia’s out of town and Jackson gets a little nuts if he’s left on his own for too long.  Gets too in his head, you know?  He’s my best friend, remember?  He needs me.

Look… you should talk to mom.  She wants to help.

-Jesse sleeps close to 24 hours.  Danny wakes up a little earlier, just long enough for his mom to sit him down and lay out some cold, hard truths.

Now they’re sitting at the kitchen table, Jesse shoveling down food just as fast as he can get it to his mouth.  It’s the first time he’s seen Jesse with an appetite in weeks, and it warms something in his heart.  Mainly though, he feels like he’s watching the both of them from the outside;  He’s empty, hollow.  Something he supposes is due to the serious sleep deficit he’s still running.

He waits until Jesse takes a drink of ice water before speaking up-

Jackson asked me stay with him for a few days while his parents are out of time.  I’d told him no, because of everything that was happening.  But, ah, since you’re doing better now, I think I’m gonna go.