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This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy EVERYONE'S A STAR; the prompt was telephone busy - 'i pulled that tarot card / that one with the mystic heart'. Also this was not super proofread, sorry. lol, i'm working two jobs I cannot be bothered right now.
Customer: Anonymous!
Order: strawberry ice cream in a cup with rainbow sprinkles
Ingredients: Fem!Reader x Daniel Markowitz, Fluff, Love at First Sight, Soulmates and True Love Mentions, Talks of Tarot Cards and Tarot Readings, Mentions of Moving, Mentions of Toxic / Abusive Ex (not super in detail)
Total: $22.74 (2274 words)
Order note from the scooper (Danny): "Hi, beautiful! Thank you for your order! Here's your strawberry ice cream with rainbow sprinkles! I just think sprinkles are the best and add so much to the order. Please, come back soon and get some more ice cream from us!”
Check out our ice cream parlor here!!
the biggest thank you to @mrprettywhenhecries for reading this over for me! my literal favorite ily joz
"Okay, knock on the deck three times." Your best friend and roommate, Amelia, spoke as she held out a deck of black and white tarot cards towards you.
"Why?" You asked, leaning forward slightly as you inspected the deck in her hands.
"It puts your energy into the deck and it lets the cards choose you, speak to you and tell you what you need to know, just, trust me." She smiled, her smile both soft and calming in the storm of half opened boxes and unpacked clothing that still needed to find their home within the drawers and plethora of closet space now available. Her presence was grounding among the chaotic elements within the small apartment that you now had keys for, miles and miles away from home and the life you had left behind.
"Okay, okay. I trust you. I always do." Your knuckles tapped on the back of the deck three times, your eyes closing slightly as you did so. "If I didn't trust you, I would have never moved across the country with you on a whim." You teased, sitting back on the plush carpet. Your legs crossed underneath your body, arms resting loosely in your lap as she began to shuffle the deck with a grin.
"I still can't believe you did that, by the way. Left everything—other friends, job, family, crazy ex that was stalking you, and moved with me to a different state and city. My god you are brave." As she spoke, she continued to shuffle the deck, the back and white colors contrasting each other with every shuffle.
A few cards flew out face down, but Amelia didn't move to retrieve them. Not yet. You had watched her do this countless times before to know she didn't look at the cards or stop until they had spoken to her and told her they were done sending her messages. You didn't really seem to understand it much, but it was something she had always done. Amelia shuffled the deck a few more times, one more card flying out before she set the deck down.
"Are you ready?" She asked, glancing up at you.
"As ready as I'll ever be. Considering the last tarot reading you gave me ended up telling me my ex was toxic and I needed to run away from him and everything."
"And aren't you glad you did?" She leaned over, picking the cards up in the order they flew out. She looked at the first one, "huh," before looking at the second one, "oh," and finally looking at the last one, "oh my god!"
You sat back, looking at her with a raised eyebrow. There was something about the tone of her voice and the way she spoke that both scared you and intrigued you. "What?" You asked softly, looking at the cards in her hands before looking up at her.
"Okay, well, somehow this turned into a love reading. I swear, this was not on purpose." Amelia giggled, setting the cards out in front of you both. She pointed towards a card with a tower in center of it, lightning striking it a few times with flames escaping the windows. "The first card is the tower, this is a sudden change card so I'm going to say this is about our move. It's giving this change that will make you realize what you need and don't need in your life."
You nodded slightly, looking at the card as you took in her explanation. "Yeah, okay. That makes sense. But where does the love part come in?"
"Right here, this card is the two of cups." She pointed towards the second card, two cups being held towards each other by two separate people. Their hands held around the cups, free hands reaching towards each other in an intimate gesture. "This card basically means… true love. It represents deep emotional bonds and mutual attractions and partnerships. It's literally the true love card." She looks up at you, her smile growing. "You are going to meet your true love. He is going to come in, sweep you off your feet and show you how you should be treated, unlike your ex who shall not be named."
"Amelia, I sincerely doubt I am going to meet my true love."
"Yeah, I had a feeling you would say that. But look at this card." She pointed towards the last card, an angel in the background with the sun as a couple stood side by side, reaching their hands towards each other. "This is literally the lovers card. It is the ultimate soulmate card, representing soulmate connections, deep harmony and significant romantic choices. I'm telling you girl." Amelia looked up at you, smiling softly. "You left everything and moved here with me… your soulmate and true love is going to show up unexpectedly and sweep you off your feet and show you how you should be loved."
You looked at her, glanced at the cards and looked back at her. "Amelia, I don't think I'm meeting my soulmate anytime soon. I'm not looking for love at all I'm just… looking to find myself while I'm here, you know?"
"I know that but, the universe works in mysterious ways. I think this is the universe telling you that your soulmate is going to help you find yourself and love yourself."
"I just, I don't know. Even if I did meet anyone, I'm not looking for a relationship."
"I think you should keep an open mind, you never know when someone is going to show up in your life." There was a knock on the door echoed through the living room, pulling you both out of the conversation about the tarot cards spread across the floor. Amelia gasped, looking up at you. "That could be him! That could be your soulmate and the love of your life!"
You laughed, shaking your head as you stood up. "That's actually the pizza that I ordered for us before we started this. Remember?" You grabbed some cash from the counter, making your way towards the front door. "Besides, it's probably some teenager that hates his life and is just trying to make extra money. I doubt my soulmate is on the other side of the door."
"Yeah, but if it is your soulmate, I get dibs on being the maid of honor at the wedding. The tarot cards never lie, remember that." She winked, looking back down at the cards spread out before her.
"Yeah, sure." You reached for the door handle, unlocking it quickly before opening it slowly.
"Hey, Greg. Looks like you switched it up today. Went for a pepperoni instead of a supreme? And added breadsticks, what a wild night you have planned. And—oh," the man standing on the other side of the door finally looked up from the receipt, his eyes meeting yours. He looked you up and down quickly, taking you in fully before making eye contact again. "Shit. You're not Greg. My bad."
You giggled softly, leaning against the door frame as you did. "I am in fact not Greg, very sorry to disappoint."
"Oh, please, no disappointment here. He was kind of an ass who never tipped and ordered pizza from us like every other day."
You smiled at that, gaze roaming over him as he unzipped the bag that held the warm and fresh pizza and breadsticks. Your head tilted to the side slowly, taking his appearance in fully. The messy, dirty blonde hair was covered with the visor, the words The Pizza King embroidered on it. The short stubble of a beard and mustache that looked like there was an attempt to keep cleanly shaven but was definitely not working out too well. The soft, blue eyes that were so focused on the task at hand, his tongue was peeking out of this mouth ever so slightly. So slightly that had you not been looking, you wouldn't have noticed. The baggy blue jeans, the simple black top with the same logo as the visor embroidered on the front, a small, silver name tag on the side that read Daniel standing out against the black fabric.
"So, you new here or does Greg just have some really pretty daughter I should know about?" The man, or Daniel, asked. He removed the boxes from the bag, looking up at you. "Because you look nothing like my least favorite customer." He teased, a crooked grin growing on his face.
You smiled at his joke, deciding to joke back. "Wouldn't you like to know? If we were related, I would have hoped he'd tell me about the cute, mysterious pizza delivery driver that seems to know his order by heart."
Daniel grinned wider at that, a small chuckle leaving his lips. "Take it you just moved in?" He asked, holding the two boxes your way.
"Indeed. My friend and I did. Moved all the way from Wisconsin to big scary California. Hope I fit in at least a bit around here." You took the boxes from his hands gently, your fingers brushing his as you did. The hair on your arm stood up slightly, a small electric shock moving through your body as your fingertips touched his. You pulled back slightly, clearing your throat as you did. "Just getting used to the city and seeing everything in it."
Daniel nodded, smiling slightly. "A midwestern girl, huh? Welcome to LA." He said softly, feeling the same electric shock and current run through his body as you touched. "Here, let me give you my number, if you want. You can text me about anything; I can show you what pizza places to stay away from around here and where you can get the best breakfast bagel." He reached for a pen from his pocket, scribbling his number down on the back of receipt. "My name's Danny, by the way. My grandma says Daniel was more professional but I honestly hate how formal it sounds." He tucked the receipt under the box of breadsticks, looking up at you.
"Danny, huh? Nice to meet you." You replied, handing him the cash from your hand as you mentioned your name. Your fingers met again, only this time the spark was almost visible as you both leaned into the touch, not afraid to move away. He thanked you, taking the cash before reaching for change in his bag. "Don't worry about it, the rest is yours." You said, stopping his movements.
He looked up at you, smiling slightly. "You sure?"
"Positive."
"Well, now I know you're definitely not related to Greg. Most he's tipped me is a 'hey, son, why don't you trim your beard a little?' Have a good night, by the way. And if you order from us again, might I recommend the cinnamon twists? Perfect on a stormy LA night like tonight."
"Cinnamon twists," you repeated, nodding as you did so. "Hey? Thanks, Danny. I might just take you up on that offer to show me where the best breakfast bagel is… I'm a sucker for an egg and cheese on an everything bagel."
"Noted. I shall gather my list of things to do and not do and what to avoid around here… so long as you choose to text me." He teased, leaning against the wall slightly. "Well, I suppose I should probably get back to regularly scheduled shift… but, it was really nice to meet you," Danny smiled, saying your name one more time with a grin on his face. It felt natural and right coming out of mouth, and as much as he enjoyed saying it… you enjoyed hearing it.
"Yeah, nice to meet you too." You smiled, blushing slightly as he looked at you one last time before turning to walk back down the hall towards the stairs.
You stood in the doorway for a brief second, the pizza boxes in your hands forgotten as you watched Danny walk farther down the hall until he had disappeared completely. You sighed, leaning against the doorway before you heard a voice in your ear.
"But he's not your soulmate or the love of your life, right?" Amelia asked, smirking as she reached for the pizza boxes.
You shook your head slightly and looked at her, the blush creeping back to your face and neck. "Shut up," you mumbled, following her back into the apartment.
"Look, all I'm saying is you two hit it off pretty well. You were joking and laughing with each other and it's pretty obvious that you two liked each other. Text him, give him a chance and call me when he proposes." She handed you the receipt with the phone number before she moved towards the kitchen with the two boxes, smirking as she did.
You sighed, smiling at the thought as you pulled out your phone. Quickly entering his number, you created a contact before sending a quick text.
You: Hey, Danny! I'm texting you so you have my number and to say it was super nice to meet you!
Danny: Oh, hey beautiful! It was nice to meet you too. I'm glad you texted me. Are you free tomorrow morning for some of the best egg and cheese bagels you've ever had? I can pick you up at 10? :)
"Pick you up at ten, huh?" Amelia asked, looking over your shoulder as she took a bite of a slice of pizza. "But, yeah, he's not your soulmate, huh?"
"Shut up…" you mumbled, smiling as you moved your phone from her view.
Amelia was right… wasn't she? Tarot cards never lie…
Thank you to everyone that has participated in our Seventh Fred Hechinger Frenzy Prompt: DANIEL MARKOWITZ 🧡
We had six (6) amazing submissions from three (3) amazing writers! All submissions this month were for the amazing Daniel Markowitz (Thelma) since it was his month!
Below you will find links to all the work that was posted and tagged, we hope you enjoy reading these as much as we did!
Our next event is already underway! We cannot wait to read and see all of your submissions for that!
Smut is quickly indicted by a ☆
✦ Week One: Grandparent(s)
✦ Baby Girl
- written by @romantic-genocide | daniel markowitz x pregnant fem!reader | word count: 1.1k | warnings: light cussing, fluff, established relationship, pregnant reader, mentions of past miscarriage | you and danny tell thelma about baby girl
✦ A Day Out
- written by @idkwhatthisiseither | daniel markowitz x gn!reader | word count: 1.4k | warnings: none specified | you, danny, thelma and ben decide to go out for a day having lunch
✦ Week Two: Sweater
✦ Operation: Sweater Restoration
- written by @idkwhatthisiseither | daniel markowitz x gn!reader | word count: 600+ | warnings: none specified | as you stop by danny's parents house, you find a beloved sweater of his and decide to give it a second chance
✦ Week Three: Hands
✦ Be Quiet ☆
- written by @idkwhatthisiseither | daniel markowitz x fem!reader | word count: 2.2k | warnings: 18+ mdni, unprotected, pinv, dirty talk, fingering, sex at parents house, nearly caught | you were spending the night over at danny's parents place, however it goes a very different way than you expected
✦ Wedding Party ☆
- written by @punkrockmlchael | daniel markowitz x fem!reader | word count: 1.5k | warnings: 18+ mdni, fluff, at a wedding, talks of wedding and marriage, smut: some kissy kissy, grinding and humping, some degrading name calling, a quickie in the bathroom, unprotected pinv, creampie | danny wants to leave a wedding early but you're stuck until the happy couple leaves
✦ Week Four: Tutor
✦ So this is how it starts
- written by @idkwhatthisiseither | daniel markowitz x gn!reader | word count: 1k | warnings: none specified | you've decided to take on adult maths classes for a job, and come out with a new crush
Warnings: Fluff, Fem!Reader, At a Wedding, Talks of Wedding and Marriage, Smut: Some Kissy Kissy, Grinding and Humping, Some Degrading Name Calling, a Quickie in the Bathroom, Unprotected PinV, Creampie, I don't think I'm Missing Anything?
Word Count: 1528
This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy DANIEL MARKOWITZ ; the prompt was hands. also this was not super proofread so i'm so sorry if there are any mistakes - i'm working two jobs i cannot be bothered and this is already lateeee! (but thank you @keeryhours + @romantic-genocide for reading this over smooches)
"You're getting bold," you mumbled, fingers tightening their grip around Danny's hands.
He huffed, his breath hot on your neck as his hands rubbed against the silk fabric of your dress. "Can't help it." He whispered before placing a soft kiss below your ear. "You look too good in that dress. Besides, no one is watching us, they're all watching the cute new married couple dance around and get all handsy. Because apparently at weddings that's acceptable."
"You're right." You glanced over at your cousin and her now husband as they danced against each other in the middle of the crowded dance floor. The lines between appropriate and promiscuous blurred as it was their night to celebrate their love. Or whatever it was they were celebrating.
"Yeah, so let's leave early." Danny suggested, nipping at your neck as his hands moved up your body. They found your chest slowly, giving a small squeeze to your breasts as he pulled your body closer to his. As he tugged you closer, you could feel his erection poking your ass. He grinned when he heard you gasp, his voice dropping lower so only you could hear it among the crowded room and loud music. "Please, baby girl? I need you." His hips jutted forward slowly, showing you how much he truly needed you in the moment.
"I can't leave," you groaned out, pushing back against his hips. "I'm the maid of honor, I can't leave until the wedding is over or they leave for their honeymoon. Whichever comes first."
Danny frowned, his teeth grazing over your neck again. "But baby," he whined, biting down on your neck. His right hand trailed down your stomach, cupping your heat through the silk fabric before finding its place on your hip.
"Don't but me, I can feel you. I know you're horny." You whispered back, grinding back against him playfully to tease him. "You never get this handsy unless you're extremely horny."
"Bitch," he gasped out. "That's not fair and you know it." His hips moved forward again, grinding back at a steady pace.
"Life's not fair." You looked around the room before turning in his arms with a small grin. "How about I make you a deal." Your arms moved around his neck as your lips ghosted over his gently.
"A deal?" He smirked, his lips touching yours softly. "I'm listening."
"How about a quickie. Think that can hold you over until after the wedding?"
"It might hold me over," Danny replied, looking down at you. "But, where? Everyone's going to see us go into the same bathroom." His eyes moved towards the bathroom behind the dance floor, in full view of everyone. "Not really many places to have a quickie here."
"There's a bathroom in the bridal suite." Your fingers wrapped around his tie, tugging it gently as you led him towards the bridal suite, away from all the eyes that were now watching your cousin and her husband take shots together in the middle of the dance floor.
"You're evil, you know that? We could just go home and have sex in our own bed but no, we're about to have a quickie in the bathroom your cousin used to get ready for her wedding today."
"Daniel," your voice came out stern as you looked at him. "We both know you cannot wait until we get home. Even if we left right now, we would doing a quickie in the car to hold you over."
He opened his mouth to argue but no words came out. Because you were right on so many levels. And part of him just couldn't admit that to you—he didn't want you to know you had him in the palm of your hands right now.
Your grip tightened on his tie as you drug him deeper into the venue, down the winding halls until you reached the door to the bridal suite. "You're sure about this?" He asked softly, glancing around the hall as you pushed the door open.
"Everyone is watching the happy couple. And, there's two bathrooms attached to this room. We just pick one and lock the door." You tugged Danny into the room, leading him towards the bathroom in the corner. "Besides," you leaned closer, kissing his lips softly. "I'm wearing your favorite lace underwear."
"The red one?" He asked, his hands finding your hips as he pulled you closer. You nodded, giggling as he pinned you to the back of the bathroom door.
"I think you've persuaded me enough." Danny kissed up your neck, his right hand moving down your body. His fingers grazed over your thigh, pushing your dress up slowly as he did so. "This dress looks amazing on you," he mumbled into your ear. "But I can't wait to see it on the floor later tonight."
His fingers danced up your thigh, moving towards your core slowly. You groaned slightly as he rubbed you through the thin, lace fabric, his thumb adding pressure to your clit as his middle and ring finger slid over the slick fabric.
"Danny," you moaned, hips jutting forward slightly to meet his movements.
"You're so wet, baby girl," he smirked, kissing up your jaw slightly. "Looks like I'm not the only one that's horny." His fingers pushed your panties to the side, the cool air making you shiver.
"Shut up. You've been grinding against me for the last hour, of course I'm horny."
"Is that all it takes?" Danny asked, his middle finger sliding through your slick folds. You moaned louder, gasping when his finger swirled around the entrance, pushing into you slowly. "Looks like that's my answer." He added confidently. "Look at you, such a little slut—moaning and groaning just from my fingers in the bathroom of your cousin's wedding."
"Danny, shut the fuck up," you whined, your dominant hand sliding down his suit. Your fingers messed with his belt, undoing it with ease. "Just fuck me, please?" You begged, undoing his pants with slight struggle.
Your words sent a jolt through his body, his cock twitching beneath the fabric of his pants. "If you keep begging like that I'll fuck you so hard that you'll be screaming my name for everyone to hear."
You gasped as he pushed his body closer towards you. Your opposite hand moved down his body again, easily unbuttoning his pants before pushing them down slowly. "Please? Need you," you mumbled, kissing his neck softly as his hardened cock sprung out.
"Need you too, baby girl." Danny mumbled back, his left hand resting under your right thigh. He lifted it up, holding it against his waist as he pushed your panties to the side more, giving him the space he needed. He slid his tip through the slick folds, pushing into you slowly. He grunted softly at the feeling, your walls engulfing his length fully.
"Fuck, Danny, you're so big."
He groaned, twitching inside of you at your words. "Fuck, baby girl, you're always so tight." His speed picked up slightly, his thrusts growing faster. "Perfect for me. Like you were made for me." You moaned louder, walls clenching around him as he spoke.
"Yeah," you grinned, tugging him closer by his tie once again. Your lips crashed into his hungrily, moving in sync with his. "I love you."
Danny smiled, kissing you back. He bit down on your bottom lip, tugging it gently. "I love you too, baby. I just can't wait until our wedding so we can try to sneak away and have a quickie like this." His thrusts kept a steady speed, his grip on your thigh tightening as he tugged you closer to him. "Fuck you in the room you got ready to take my last name in."
"You wanna marry me?" You asked, feeling a flutter in your stomach as you clenched around him again.
"Of fucking course I do." Danny kissed your neck softly, biting down on the skin roughly. "Can't wait to call you Mrs. Markowitz."
You gasped, head moving to the side to give him more access. "Mrs. Markowitz, huh? I like the sound of that."
"Mrs. Markowitz. Mrs. Daniel Markowitz." His thrusts turned sloppy, indicating he was closer to his high. "Take my last name in front of everyone before I wreck you in private."
You moaned again, clenching around him with a whine. "You're gonna make me yours, huh?"
"That's the plan, baby girl." Danny thrusted deep, releasing within your walls as he did so. "Make you mine and keep you forever."
"Fuck, I can't wait to be yours forever." You moaned out before releasing around him. "When's the wedding?"
"Woah, baby, let me propose first?" He teased, thrusting a few more times to help you both ride out your highs. "I have it all planned out, I swear."
"Sure you do." You smiled, pulling him in for another kiss.
He kissed you back, grinning into the kiss. "I do, I swear."
But if there was one thing you knew about Danny: he never had anything planned out. The only thing he really knew was that he loved you and never wanted to lose you.
Summary: you've decided to take on adult maths classes for a job, and come out with a new crush.
Authors note: this is for the last week of Danny month, week four-tutor. I decided to make a small call back to the first week with how you and Danny met, enjoy! @fredhechingerfrenzy
Word count: 1k
It all seemed so simple to start off with, you wanted a job role but saw that your maths grade wasn't helping you much, so you signed up for an advanced adult math class to help you, thinking it would show you were dedicated or something along those lines, anything that was better than just saying ‘because the job needed it’.
That was until you got to the actual building and realised how big it was… but it was fine, just ask at reception for directions or even find a map. That was until the instructions weren't going into your head and you'd already asked them to repeat themselves so many times that you eventually gave up. Okay so map next, just look at the map and… what the hell? How does anyone read this? All mish-mash lines going from here to there, was there even a maths department here? You decided to try your luck and look for the elevator, just go through all the floors and hopefully find the room, you suddenly felt very glad you got here early. Two floors down and still not luck, a science area, English majors, psychology, cooking, still no maths. You're never going to find the class at this point, maybe someone was around who could actually show you where to g- oh! Your train of thought is interrupted by you hitting something and nearly falling on the floor. You hear a crinkle as you see a packet of chips hit the floor, a few spilling out, you look up at see a guy, maybe a bit taller than you, long blonde hair, a bit of a beard growing around his jaw, really… really pretty eyes… sorry what did he say?
“Uh, are you okay?” He must have asked again.
“Oh uh yeah I'm fine, uh sorry about your snack”. You say picking up his chip bag.
“No i-its fine really, don't worry about it. You uh, seem a little lost”.
You hand the chip bag over. “Uh yeah I'm trying to find class 3-6, adult or advanced maths.”
His eyes widen, “Oh no way, I'm trying to find it to, yeah i-i uh asked if someone could help me but the instructions weren't too clear, but luckily I found someone else and hopefully I can find my way now… hopefully. I'm Danny by the way”. He holds out his hand to you to shake.
“Oh I'm y/n. Glad I'm not the only one lost”. You say as you shake his hand. He starts to guide you the way he was going towards the class, handing you a bit of his snack every now and then. He told you a bit about himself, that he was looking to improve since him and his last girlfriend were broken up now, so he wanted to actually change and make an improvement on himself. You explain how you really wanted this job but your maths wasn't at a great grade so you thought extra classes would help out. He nods along and after a few twists and turns you two finally make it to the class. What you didn't realise was the class had already began, your tutor looking less than impressed.
“Ah, I see our two new comers have finally shown up”. She looks at Danny's now empty chip packet.
“Uh sorry, we got lost trying to find this class, won't happen again”. You two quickly sit down together at the back and get your stuff out. We'll at least you didn't have to worry too much about making new friends, with Danny here at least now you knew you wouldn't be alone.
You find out that you'd be studying in pairs with other people to help each other through the year, and with everyone else paired up, it was only you and Danny left.
“I guess we're tutoring partners now, please be patient with me when it comes to algebra, still don't understand why letters and numbers should be mixed like that”. You say, causing Danny to silently laugh.
“As long as you don't lose it when I struggle with the whole shapes and angles business”. You chuckle softly, seeing as you both have your struggles with this subject.
Throughout the year you two meet up and study together, becoming even closer, meeting up when you can to study at each other's places, him telling you stories of his grandma and at some point, you'd gained a crush on him. You didn't know how to tell him but there was something about him, he was so soft and sweet and kind, patient and genuinely good person. What you hadn't realised was Danny felt the same way but neither of you wanted to possibly ruin your friendship so you both never said anything.
That was until you were both at his grandmother's, you'd learned her name was Thelma, once again studying together, cracking jokes while Thelma did her embroidery in the other room. She suddenly yells out, “if I didn't know any better I'd think you two were a couple”.
This makes you pair stop, a slight blush on both your faces. “G-grandma!” He says embarrassed, making Thelma chuckle. You look at him, his face flushed red and decide, fuck it, what's the worse that could happen. “Y-you know… I.. uh… god why is this difficult? Maybe next time we hang out it could be…. More like a date”. Danny goes quiet after that, d-did you just ask him out? Your looking down at your notes, not daring to look up at him.
“I-im just- forget I said anything I'm just gonna go”. You quickly get up mistaking Danny's silence for rejection rather than shock, which slaps him out of it.
“Wait waitwaitwait”. He grabs your arm to stop you from moving as you pack your things, and finally look at him.
“I'd… I'd actually really like that. A date.”
His voice is so soft you barely hear him over the TV Thelma has in the other room.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah”. He says with a small smile of his face making you relax. You two are so lost in this moment you hadn't realised Thelma was watching from the doorway, she leaves for the kitchen, seeing a picture of her late husband, Teddy. “It's about time those two finally spoke up about each other, Danny was driving me crazy talking about them”. She comments to her husband's picture, as if she was really speaking to him. She smiles, glad her grandson had finally found someone for him.
Welcome to our eighth prompt! Combing two of my favorite loves, I have come up with some of my favorite lyrics from 5 Seconds of Summer’s new album EVERYONE'S A STAR to help try and spark some inspiration.
Use one lyric prompt, use more than one lyric prompt, listen to the song in full, never turn the song on and just read the lyrics, write something based off of a song title — the choice here is yours! (the prompts will all be below the cut!)
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Prompt List:
✦ everyone's a star - "take me in your arrms / you're something superior"
✦ NOT OK - "and when my heart slows down / will you pick me up?"
✦ telephone busy - "i pulled that tarot card / that one with the mystic heart"
✦ boyband - "now i only feel alive when you're looking at me"
✦ no. 1 obsession - "please, just tell me it's alright / and tell me i'm you're type"
✦ i'm scared i'll never sleep again - "every bed is cold without your body in it"
✦ istillfeelthesame - "tell me i'm your human being, my love."
✦ ghost - "drunk and high when i need you most"
✦ sick of myself - "where are you sleeping tonight?"
✦ evolve - "don't get me wrong / i know it's hard to love me"
✦ the rocks - "but you and i are still here"
✦ jawbreaker - "this is everything i didn't know i wanted"
✦ start over - "might not see the reason to stay / but i do"
✦ wishful dreaming - "a place where broken lovers go find somewhere to hide"
✦ chest - "we shared a cigarete while we were getting dressed"
✦ i'll find you - "stealing kisses off the back of your neck"
✦ COOL DAD - "promise you won't tell your mother, that'd be very, very bad"
Interpret these however you'd like! We are all so excited to write and see what others come up with!🧡
Summary: you were spending the night over at Danny's parents place, however it goes a very different way than you expected
Authors notes: 18+, mdni, unprotected, p in v, dirty talk, fingering, sex at parents house, nearly caught
This is for week three of Danny week- hands
@fredhechingerfrenzy
Word count: 2.2k
This wasn't how you'd imagined tonight going. Danny had invited you to spend the night with him and his parents. His mom and dad, Gail and Alan, were very sweet, a bit odd but sweet. You could tell they loved Daniel very much and wanted to protect him. They shared stories of him when he was younger, him and his grandma Thelma, who you'd already met. All in all, it was lovely to finally meet his parents.
He took you up to his room, there wasn't much there: his bed, laptop, some clothes here and there, and Danny looking adorably embarrassed as he tried to hide the mess in his room. “So uh, if you want to, we can share my bed” it was like he'd forgotten the two of you already share a bed when he comes over to see you, you nod. You see Danny relax a little before he walks up, giving you a sweet kiss, his hands against your cheeks.
Later that night, his parents had already gone to bed for the night. As they went past, they called out goodnight to the pair. You two say it back as you cuddle up on his bed to watch a movie on his laptop. You're dressed in some sleep shorts and one of his shirts that cover up to your mid thighs, Danny in a shirt and sweatpants. It soon reaches past midnight when you start to get hungry and mutter between films about getting a snack. You move away from Danny's arms as you carefully go downstairs to the kitchen, seeing what's to eat.
You decide to make a sandwich, get some bread, butter, and chicken slices, and you start making your food. You hear footsteps come down making you freeze, thinking you've accidentally disturbed his parents when it was Danny turning up in the kitchen “hey baby” you say before turning back to your sandwich. You feel him behind you, his head resting on your shoulder, his hands wrapping around your waist holding you against him. He just felt really touchy right now, feeling your back against his chest, your heat against his, how pretty your hair looked messy, how cute you looked in his shirt, and how good your legs looked in those sleep shorts.
His mind soon starts to wonder, your arms wrapped around his shoulders, his hands holding your waist in place as your legs wrap around his waist as he - oh god! He can feel himself get hard behind you, pressed against you. He can't control himself before he starts kissing your neck. You can feel his lips softly press against your neck, his beard slightly brushing against you. It felt good, really good. You bite your lip softly, a small moan from your throat. That was all Danny needed.
His hands begin to wander up and down your body, slowly going under your shirt, teasing your skin as his fingers trail over your soft skin, slowly moving towards your chest. They move to gently squeeze your breasts, his lips moving slightly rougher against your neck, biting it softly. You clutch the butter knife in your hand as you try to hold back your moans. His hands pinch at your nipples making you gasp, pushing your chest out into his hands more.
He goes back to playing with them before one of his hands trails down your body, playing with the waistband of your sleep shorts. “Can I, baby?” He asks against your skin, you glance behind at him and nod. His lips hungrily kiss your neck again as his hand slips under your sleep shorts. You don't wear panties to bed, so all he can feel is your soft skin as he goes further between your legs til he finally reaches your folds.
His middle finger slowly moves back and forth between your legs, lightly teasing your clit, not yet entering you. His other hand still plays with your breast, his lips having moved to the other side of your neck, marking that side up now. You breathlessly moan, careful not to wake his parents upstairs… oh god if they came down and saw you two like this… that thought quickly leaves your head as you feel two of Danny's fingers rub your clit in circles, causing a soft moan to leave your lips.
Danny moans against your skin, god he loved seeing you like this, barely holding yourself together, he can't help but slowly grind against your ass, his cock rubbing against you through your clothes. You bite your lip hard, soft whimpers leaving your lips as his fingers speed up, rubbing your clit faster. “Oh fuck…” you moan out breathlessly.
“Shh baby, stay quiet, and you'll get something more than just my fingers”. He moans into your ear, making you blush at the idea of what he'd do to you. His fingers leave your clit alone before slowly going back between your legs, your legs spread a little giving him better access. He rubs up and down your entrance before slowly sliding the two inside you. Your head falls back against his shoulder, giving him more Rooney to mark up your skin. “That feels good, baby? My fingers inside that pressure pussy of yours?” He says softly, biting your earlobe.
You feel his thumb now rubbing your clit as his fingers pick up speed making your eyes roll back. Whimpers and moans leave your lips as you bite your lip hard, your hands gripping the edge of the counter. His fingers slide deeper inside you now, taking both fingers fully inside, he finds that one spot inside you that makes you crazy and hits it, making you gasp, one of your hands moving back to grip him. His thumb rubs faster, your toes curling in pleasure, his other hand still against your breast, holding you against him, his cock still rubbing against your ass, it's all too much. “Baby… i-im close…” You moan out softly.
“Do it sweetheart, cum on my fingers, just for me”. That was all you needed to hear, your hand quickly covering your mouth before a loud moan escapes, your body shakes as you cum, covering his hand in your juices, your body shakes in his hold, the muffled moans against your hand as your orgasm dies down. You pant softly against his chest, you head against his shoulder, before you two could move on you hear a noise from upstairs making you both freeze, having forgotten his parents. Luckily the noise soon stops and you both relax again as he pulls his fingers out of your shorts, sucking them clean.
You blush watching him, your chest still panting slightly before Danny turns you around, moving your half made sandwich out of the way and putting you on top of the counter. He leans up to kiss you softly, his hand against your cheek. “Are you ready for more baby? Or did you need a break or stop?” He asked, wanting to make sure you were okay. You nod, desperate for more.
“Yes baby, please”. You beg softly, making him smile, kissing you again. He moves his sweatpants down enough for his cock to come out, you bit your lip looking down at it before he moves your shorts to the side, enough for him to press himself against you.
“You ready?” He asks, having one last check, you nod, your hands around his shoulders. He slowly slides into you, his thickness stretching you a little, both of you gasping as you try to stay quiet. His hand wraps around your thighs, pulling them against him, wrapping around his waist. He starts to thrust into you, your face buried in his shoulder muffling your gasps of pleasure as he thrusts in and out of you slowly. You're still slightly sensitive from your last orgasm making you tighter around him, causing his eyes to roll back in pleasure as you both hold each other.
You two grip hold of each other, lost in your own world as he takes his time, feeling you clutch around him with every thrust inside. Small whimpers and moans muffled against his shoulder as you can barely speak. He has one arm wrapped around your back, the other in your hair, holding you so gently. As much as he'd love to thrust nice and hard into you, to feel you cum hard around him, he can't, not wanting to be caught like this by his parents.
He starts to feel you flutter around him, making him bite his lip as he feels you get close again and so soon. “You sensitive baby? You gonna cum on my cock?” He says softly into your ear, you nod not trusting yourself to speak, being so close to cumming again. He speeds up a little with his thrusts making you shake, biting down on his shoulder as you get closer. “Come on baby, cum on the cock, wanna feel you fucking lose it around me, that pretty pussy clutch around me, come on darling”.
That dirty talk was all you could handle before you cum again, your moans loudly, muffled into his shoulder as your body shakes hard in his hold, your eyes rolling back as you cum, your wetness against the counter. He holds you against him as he starts to feel close to, pulling out of your overestimulated pussy and jerking off soon coming against the counter as well. Both of you panting messes as your head rests against the cabinets behind you, his head against your shoulder. He looks up at you, kissing you softly, knowing you need a bit of time to calm down. He quickly moves his sweatpants back up, as well as moving your shirts back in place. He gets some paper towels to wipe the counter cleans of your messes, double making sure he's gotten everything so bathing looks suspicious that morning. He pulls you off the counter slowly, your face flushed by what just happened. He holds you, his arms back around your waist. “You okay?” He asks, you nod. He softly kisses you again. You two are so caught up in your kiss you didn't notice his dad in the hallway. “You two- oh sorry”. You both jump moving away from each other, you hoped to god he didn't see anything from earlier. “I uh, just thought I heard something down here and came to see if something was wrong”.
“N-no dad, we're good just, getting some snacks”. Danny says embarrassed, at least it didn't seem like he knew anything about what happened moments ago. His dad nods, telling you two to not stay up too late before heading back upstairs. You both relax. “Okay, we're clear… fuck if he'd come down five minutes earlier”. He says making you huff out a laugh.
“Maybe for now we keep the bedroom activities in the bedroom, or at least wait til your parents aren't around before doing anything”. You say, and you try to compose yourself and finish making your sandwich. He smiles, grabbing a couple of drinks as you finish making your sandwich. You two head back upstairs to his room, his laptop having gone off from how long it wasn't in use. You both climb back into bed like nothing had happened downstairs, his arm back around your shoulders, your head back against his chest as you dig into your snack, and he gets the movie on again.
At some point, the pair of you had fallen asleep, and you weren't sure when, but you both woke up, cuddling each other the next morning. Danny wakes up, and the first thing he notices are the dark marks he left all over your neck… shit. “Uhh, baby? I really hope you brought some makeup with you because i uh… may have gotten carried away last night”. You're confused, still half asleep, looking puzzled before getting up and looking at yourself with your phone camera. Your eyes widen as you wake up, seeing all the marks across your neck.
“Danny!” You whisper-yell at him throwing a pillow at him.
“Look I'm sorry I didn't mean to, I just, I got caught up in the moment”. He explains. You roll your eyes, thankful you remembered to bring some foundation with you, whether or not it worked that was a different story. “You're not mad, right?” He asks.
“No Danny I'm not mad, but maybe next time, don't act like a vampire who had their fangs filed down”. You say half jokingly, making him smile.
“Well at least I got to see how much I affected you last night”. You throw the other pillow at him, making him laugh this time as he catches it. You two cuddle a little as you sort out your neck, making the marks less noticeable. Danny smiles watching you, remembering all your moans and whimpers from the night before. He looks at the clock, seeing it's nearly eleven in the morning. He knows his parents are gonna tell him ‘that's too late to sleep in’ or some other form of that. But he doesn't care, not this time, not with you with him. He knows he made the right choice when he asked you out months ago, and honestly, he would never look back.
Summary: As you stop by Danny's parents house, you find a beloved sweater of his and decide to give it a second chance
Author's notes: This is for week two of Danny month @fredhechingerfrenzy
Word count: 600+
You'd just arrived at Danny's place, well, technically Danny's parents place, that Danny still lived with, but you'd come over to drop something off for him, so after making a quick conversation with his mother you quickly made your way upstairs to his room.
His room always had some kind of mess going on, and this time, it was his clothes. According to his mom, he'd been going through which clothes to keep and which ones to throw away. You went through a bag you assumed were to throw away to see what was in there. While looking through out of curiosity, you found a familiar looking sweater. You knew Danny loved this sweater, so why was he… Oh.
As you felt around the sweater, you noticed a couple of holes with one big hole in the back. That was why it was going, but you knew Danny cherished his sweater.
So he decided to do something for him. You've recently gotten into fabrics crafting like sewing and crocheting, so why not fix up his sweater? You hid it in your bag and made your way back downstairs, quickly leaving the house saying goodbye to Gail. You head into your car and drive home prepared to start your restoration on his sweater.
As you get home you look at the yarn to see the issues, and start trying to colour match, you find the best you can do, not an exact colour match but it's close enough and starts working, following the stitches to make it look at slick as possible and after a few hours it's complete. The sweater is once again whole.
After a few days you and Danny meet up at a small cafe, you two go together for lunch, and you decide to bring the sweater with you, you get there and see him in the window and waves. You wave back. You get inside and go and sit with him. He starts telling you about how he has so much room in his closet now but realised he was missing something. “An old sweater I wore, I stopped cuz I kept getting holes in it and decided as I haven't worn it in a while I'd get rid of it, except I swear I had it ready in a bag but, I can't find it”. You decide now would be the best time to reveal your present.
“Did you mean like this?” You pull out the sweater from the bag, holding it up, Danny's eyes widen seeing the missing sweater.
“Yes oh my god, how did you… you fixed it.” He stares at the sweater, slowly reaching out to touch it, feeling the fabric, the softness of the yarn. “Thank you… You didn't have to… wait, how did you find it?”
“I went over to yours and found you going through your clothes and found it, I remembered how much you loved that sweater so I decided to take it with me and surprise you”. Danny's smile slowly grows across his face before he leans over and kisses you.
“Thank you dear… so much”. He takes the sweater from your hands and looks at it. He has one of those big goofy smiles on his face that you love. You two continue your lunch, catching each other up on your lives. As you two head out, Danny throws the sweater over his head and puts it on, fitting him just like before. “It's like brand new, now I know who to go to next time one of my clothes gets a hole”. You smile seeing him so happy. So what if you could still see the small difference in colour, so what if your stitches didn't perfectly match up with the original? It meant nothing if Danny was happy.
Summary: You, Danny Thelma and Ben decide to go out for a day having lunch.
Authors note: this is for week one of Danny month - Grandparents @fredhechingerfrenzy
Word count: 1.4k
Danny and you were in the car on your way to pick up his grandmother, Thelma. You'd met the woman before and could see her and Danny were incredibly close to each other. You'd been told so many stories about her over the years, how she's always been such a determined woman with nothing to stop her. As you park outside her house you see her about to leave Danny quickly getting out to make sure she was okay walking to the car. “Oh hello y/n, it's nice to see you again” she says as she climbs in.
“It's nice to see you too Mrs. Post”
“Oh please none of that, just Thelma is fine dear”. Danny climbs onto the car next to you, buckling his belt before driving off. Apparently you were going to pick up an old friend of Thelma's named Ben. He was staying in a care facility for the elderly, Bellwood Village it was called. Thelma and Danny have a conversation between the pair of you as you sit quietly listening to them talk.
Danny makes it to the care facility and you three climb out, you helping Thelma out the car as you make your way inside. You make your way inside, Danny asking about seeing Ben to take him out for lunch while Thelma compliments your outfit, telling you a story about her when she was younger. The staff member takes you all to see Ben in the cafe area, a coffee on the table with a book on him. He looks up seeing you three, his eyes zoning in on Thelma, he stands up smiling. “Thelma, it's good to see you again, how've you been?”
“Oh I'm fine Ben, I'm sure you remember my grandson Daniel”, Ben shakes Danny's hand, “and this is his partner, y/n”. Thelma introduces you, Ben reaches over shaking your hand. “Nice to meet you dear”.
Thelma and Ben soon rush off as fast as they can, which is actually surprisingly fast to Ben's room, so he can get ready. You and Danny follow behind, waiting outside the room. “So, how long have they known each other?” You ask him.
“God, I don't know, years now even before I was born” he smiled looking down at you. He runs a hand through your hair. “You look really cute you know” he mutters, making you blush a little. Danny always had a habit of giving you compliments out of nowhere. He leans into you, his hand sliding into yours,giving you a soft peck on the nose making you chuckle, just as Ben and Thelma appear again.
“Were not interrupting anything?” His grandma teases, Danny pulling away, still holding your hand, trying to act casual. “So, are you two ready to go?” He asks, trying to not act embarrassed. The two elders chuckle at his reaction to having his sweet moment with you interrupted as they start heading out towards the exit. You and Danny follow behind as you try your hardest to not laugh at the situation, causing Danny to have more embarrassment making him look even more cute to you.
You four make it into the car, you and Danny at the with Thelma and Ben in the back. The pair talking non-stop about times gone past, old friends and experiences together. You four make it to the cafe and grab a table by the window. Thelma and Ben sit together with Danny and you sit on the other side. You look over the menu, with Danny standing up to go order.
Ben looks over at you as Danny leaves, “so, how did you and Danny meet?”
“Oh, we uh, met at school, we were both taking adult math classes, I needed since I'd didn't graduate with a great math score and he wants more qualifications for job searching, we ended up getting lost trying to find the class, eventually we found the class and couldn't stop laughing about how dumb it was to find the class. And we sat next to each other, became friends, and we just fell in love I guess”.
Ben and Thelma nod along listening to your story, Thelma remembers when Danny came to see her and he was talking about you, how great you were and seeing him develop a crush on you to finally having the guts to ask you out. Danny soon comes back having ordered. Thelma and Ben go back to talking, you and Danny putting in a comment every now and then til your food and drinks arrive.
As you guys begin to tuck into your food, Ben and Thelma start to talk about their past partners, Thelma with Teddy and Ben with Sheryl. You listen along, you've heard of Thelma's dear husband who passed a couple years ago and were listening to the stories Ben had of his passed wife, he suddenly turns to you. “You know, you remind me a lot of my Sheryl, keeping Danny in check, making sure to take care of him as well as him taking care of you, Danny make sure you keep a hold of this one, they seem like a one in a lifetime they do”. You're a little taken aback by Ben's comment, with Thelma adding, “I said the exact same thing to him after first meeting them, and Danny hasn't let them go yet”.
“And I never plan on doing so”. He reaches over, taking your hand in his and kissing the back of it making you blush slightly. Thelma and Ben both smile seeing Danny and you having a sweet moment together.
The lunch continues with Thelma and Ben taking turns telling you and Danny stories, with you pair having your own to tell. It's mid afternoon by the time you guys are finished with your lunch and get ready to leave. You all climb back into the car heading back to the care facility, Danny holding your hand over the hand break, Thelma and Ben feeling like they were back in their young age watching you two in front be so in love.
You stop back at Bellwood, all of you climbing out to say goodbye to Ben, Thelma and Ben planning their next outing together, and Ben saying how nice it was to meet you with a hug. Once you see him walk back into the building you three climb back in to drop Thelma back home. Thelma talks about how lovely the day has been, how nice the weather has been and how nice it was to see you again.
Danny makes it to her house, helping her out of the car, and you also climb out to say goodbye. “It was wonderful to see you again dear,” she says, hugging you.
“You too Mrs I mean Thelma, it's lovely to see you as well”. Danny comes over to help Thelma up to her house, you watch as she tells him not to make a big deal over her, but still letting him help her. You watch as they make it to the door, the pair share a hug, with Thelma telling him to look after himself as well as you. Danny comes back towards you with Thelma waving you two goodbye as she enters her home.
“So you coming back to mine or?” You ask, Danny nodding.
“Yep, don't fancy dealing with my parents just yet”. You smile as you two get back into his car before he drives you both back to your place, his hand once again in yours. “This was fun, I enjoyed today, and it's always nice to see your grandma” you say Danny nodding.
“Yeah, she's been wanting to go out and meet some friends again so thought it would be nice for all of us to get out together and for you to meet Ben”. He responds.
You drive up to your apartment and make your way over to the entrance. “Thanks for today again babe, I really appreciate it”. He says as you two get in the elevator, he gives you a little kiss as you go up to your floor.
“No problem Danny, it was good, and got me out of the house”. He chuckles his head lying against your shoulder. You two spend the rest of your day in your apartment, chilling out, watching TV, and having snacks together as you cuddle.
“You know, I hope by then we get to that age we're like Ben and Sheryl, or my grandparents, you know, driving each other crazy while still being in love”. Danny says, looking in your eyes. “And I meant what I said”, he wraps an arm around you, holding you close, “I never plan on letting you go”.
Notes: For Daniel Markowitz Month (Grandparents), @fredhechingerfrenzy.
Warnings: light cussing, fluff, established relationship, Pregnant reader, mentions of past miscarriage
Word Count: 1122
light cussing, fluff, established relationship, Pregnant reader, mentions of past miscarriage
Word count: 1122
It was early, too early for your pregnant ass to be up. "Babe…its five a.m." you mumbled into Danny's shoulder, refusing the idea that you, him, and the sweet baby growing inside you had to travel the next four hours to Thelma's. "Yeah, but with how much you have to pee here recently, we wont get to nana's till maybe three p.m, plus we have the surprise of baby girl." Danny smiled into your hair, and hand going between you two to rub the small bump you were already sporting. "Can we at least get doughnuts?" "If that is what my Princess craves, then yes." Danny pulled away, reluctantly, to go finish packing the car's trunk. Moans and groans followed you padded off to the bedroom, needing to be changed from the sweet silk pjs you had on. Every step felt heavier than it should’ve, one hand instinctively resting under your belly like you were already used to carrying the extra weight. “Five in the morning,” you muttered to yourself, tugging open a drawer. “This is criminal.” From the front of the house, Danny called, “I heard that!” "Good!" You changed into something comfortable, one of Danny’s hoodies slipping over your frame, the sleeves swallowing your hands. When you caught your reflection, you paused. The bump was small, but it was there and very real. This baby was something Danny and you had been dreaming of, praying for even. You kissed the little urn on the nightstand, the small engraving of Jackson Markowitz in Old English Font. You had been thirty-weeks when baby boy had stopped growing, it was still a touchy subject for you both, Danny was still grieving it, but it didn't stop him from being a good father to the baby girl you would be having in July.
The sky was still that soft, early gray when you stepped out, the air cool enough to make you shiver. Danny was already at the trunk, double-checking everything like he always did—bags, snacks, the little wrapped box tucked carefully between your things. “Did you pack the moomoo blanket?” you asked, making your way over slowly. He looked up immediately, softening. “Yeah, it’s in the backseat. Easy reach.” His eyes flicked over you, quick but thorough. “You okay?” “Mhm,” you nodded. “Just tired. And hungry. And I have to pee again.” "Baby, we haven't even left the driveway yet." “Don’t judge me,” you pointed a finger at him, already turning back toward the house. “This is your child too.” “I’m not judging!” he laughed, following you halfway before stopping. “I’m just saying—we might actually get there by midnight instead of three.” Midnight definitely sounds realistic."
Danny was a saint of a man, it was now only three hours into the drive and you guys had stopped twice already. Once for you to puke and the other cause you had to pee so bad that he had to help you crouch in a ditch. Each time, he got out with you, one hand hovering at your back like he didn’t quite trust the ground not to shift under you. The third stop came with a small roadside doughnut shop, neon sign flickering like it had seen better days. "Oh this one." you were already unbuckling, happier than a five year old with a lollipop. “Of course it is,” Danny smiled, pulling into the lot. Inside, it smelled like sugar and coffee and something warm that settled right into your bones. You ordered more than you meant to—glazed, chocolate, something with sprinkles—and Danny just paid for it without a word. Back in the car, you handed him one. "Here, papa. For suffering through my pregnancy bullshit." He took it, amused. “My suffering?” "Yes. Being forced to drive your pregnant girlfriend to see your grandmother.” “Tragic,” he deadpanned, taking a bite. “I don’t know how I’ll recover.” You hummed, satisfied, leaning back into the seat, speaking through a mouthful. “You won’t.” Your hand found his on the console anyway, fingers lacing together.
By the time you pulled up to Thelma’s house, the sun was high and your back was aching in a way that made you reconsider every life choice that led to this moment. Baby girl was moving every couple hours, kicking and twisting as she pleased. “Nana’s gonna lose her mind,” Danny said, cutting the engine. “She always does,” you smiled, even as you shifted carefully. “But this time—” This time she has a reason,” he finished softly, his hand resting on your bump, a firm kick coming a few minutes later. Both of you laugh, your hand joining is. You only got a brief moment of silence before Thelma's front door swung open, "You guys are finally here! It’s about damn time!” Thelma’s voice rang out, loud and warm and home. “I was startin’ to think you two got lost!” You laughed as Danny helped you out of the car, his hand steady at your waist. “We had to make a few stops!” “I bet you did,” she said knowingly, eyes already scanning you both—then narrowing slightly. “Now why do you look like you’re hidin’ somethin’?” You bit your lip, barely holding in your smile as Danny shot you a look. "We should go in, Nana. It's hot." You followed Thelma back inside her graciously cold home while Danny went back to the car to get the surprise. When he joined in the living room, Thelma crossed her arms, smiling "Oh what is it? Don't keep an old lady waiting." Danny sat down beside you, sliding a box that had a white bow keeping it together. She opened it carefully—slower than either of you expected—until the lid lifted and revealed the tiny pair of baby shoes nestled inside. Pink. “Oh my—” her hand flew to her mouth, eyes snapping up to yours, then to Danny, then to your stomach—finally noticing the small curve of your belly under the hoodie. "Oh don't tell me we're getting our Rainbow Baby." Thelma was already near tears, You nodded, smiling so wide it almost hurt. “Yeah. You’re gonna be a great-grandma again." “And it’s a girl,” Danny added, voice softer, proud in a way that filled the space between all of you. “Oh, honey,” she whispered, voice thick. “And it's a girl? I can't wait to meet her. This is the best birthday gift ever, you two."
Danny's hand slid into yours, whispering "Told ya we'd make it by three." You let out a quiet laugh. “Barely, but yes. We made it." somehow, even after the long drive, the early morning, the aching and the stops— You felt exactly where you were supposed to be.
Thank you to everyone that has participated in our Sixth Fred Hechinger Frenzy Prompt: JASON HOCHBERG 🧡
We had seven (7) amazing submissions from four (4) amazing writers! All submissions this month were for the amazing Jason Hochberg (Hell of a Summer) since it was his month!
Below you will find links to all the work that was posted and tagged, we hope you enjoy reading these as much as we did!
Our next event is already underway! We cannot wait to read and see all of your submissions for that!
Smut is quickly indicted by a ☆
✦ Week One: Camping
✦ About that night
- written @idkwhatthisiseither | jason hochberg x gn!reader | word count: 1.7k | warnings: talks about death, talks of murders, gore in detail, spoilers for hell of a summer | it had been a while since the events at camp pineway, the ‘pineway massacre’ as the media called it. you and jason agreed to take a step back from your typical summer activities until you spot him struggling to get camp gear in your truck and you two finally have a conversation about what comes next
✦ Gotta Be Quiet ☆
- written by @punkrockmlchael | jason hochberg x fem!reader | word count: 1.6k | warnings: 18+ mdni, secretly dating, pre-established relationship, confident!jason, smut: making out, semi-public sex (sex in the tent), slight fingering, unprotected pinv, creampie, almost getting caught | you want to have fun but jason needs you to stay quiet
✦ Week Two: Archery
✦ Aiming on a crush
- written by @idkwhatthisiseither | jason hochberg x gn!reader | word count: 600+ | warnings: none specified | it's your first year as a councillor at pineway which means you're in charge of an activity, which means you now have to learn how to do the one skill you can't, archery
✦ private lessons
- written by @keeryhours | jason hochberg x fem!reader | word count: 800+ | warnings: none just a kiss | head counselor jason teaches you archery
✦ Week Three: Cooking
✦Just like before
- written by @idkwhatthisiseither | jason hochberg x gn!reader | word count: 1.8k | warnings: none specified | it's been a year since that night at pineway, and you and jason decide to make the best of your summer and invite everyone over for a pool day
✦ If Not For You
-written by @29bohemianmoons | jason hochberg x fem!reader | word count: 7k | warnings: canon divergence (no murder plot, etc.). camp pineway in full swing. friends to lovers. fluff. mutual pining (yeah yk it's me). hurt/comfort. one-sided idiots in love. confessions of love. jason is sweet on you but you are oblivious. kissing. bad jokes. slight mention of minor injuries. lessons in first aid. use of feminine nicknames. | you can't have jason being so selfless, especially with his health in question, so you insist on taking over as sole camp cook for the day. however, the quiet morning soon spirals into chaos, leaving reader overwhelmed and stressed out by dinner time. in the end, all it took was a little confession in the midst of emotional turmoil for it all to sort itself out
✦ Week Four: Crafts
✦ Craft sesssion
- written by @idkwhatthisiseither | jason hochberg x gn!reader | word count: 800+ | warnings: none specified | you are the art councillor for pineway, and manage to have a successful session with the help of jason
For @fredhechingerfrenzy's Jason Hochberg March Event
Pairing: Mentor!Jason Hochberg x Counselor!Fem!Reader
FHF's Prompt: Cooking [Week 3]
Summary: You can't have Jason being so selfless, especially with his health in question, so you insist on taking over as sole camp cook for the day. However, the quiet morning soon spirals into chaos, leaving Reader overwhelmed and stressed out by dinner time. In the end, all it took was a little confession in the midst of emotional turmoil for it all to sort itself out.
Warnings: canon divergence (no murder plot, etc.). Camp Pineway in full swing. Friends to lovers. Fluff. Mutual Pining (yeah yk it's me). Hurt/Comfort. One-sided idiots in love. Confessions of love. Jason is sweet on you but you are oblivious. Kissing. Bad jokes. Slight mention of minor injuries. Lessons in first aid. Use of feminine nicknames.
Word Count: 7k words
A/N: I know this is a few days late for the prompt, but I genuinely was so inspired after watching 'Hell of A Summer' that I just HAD to write a little something for Jason Hochberg. I put a lot of love into a fic that probably won't be the most loved, but Jason deserves the world imho. Shout out to all my niche character lovers! Lemme know if you enjoyed by leaving a comment or a reblog or both!
The sun's rays just begin to kiss the treeline, dew soaked grass squeaking under your rubber soles as you make your way to the Dining Hall that morning. By now you're used to the early mornings, but what propels you forward was more than the obligation of feeding the campers breakfast. When you enter the kitchen from the side entrance, you see that very thing. Jason Hochberg. Of course, he'd already be here, ever the early riser. Pineway's six-year veteran camp counselor is chipper despite the early morning, humming as he busies himself with setting out the ingredients for the morning menu. He notices you walking up to him as he backs up and out from behind the pantry door, a large flour sack over his shoulder and his kiss the cook apron on full display as he turns towards you with a bright smile. "Oh, hey there sunshine!"
How in the world he manages to get up so early, you'll never know. You attempt to wipe the sleep from your eyes, barely stifling a yawn as you greet him. "Mmmorning Jace!" Jason walks the sack over to the prep table with a noticeable a limp in his step, dropping the sack beside the myriad cartons of eggs and jugs of milk before he asks over his shoulder. "Urgh, How'd you sleep? I uh, hope you're hungry–" Before whispering in secrecy, "–this should fatten up the little runts for the real feast...our feast muahaha" When you don't laugh he quirks a brow at you, but before he can blink, you're already rushing to his side in concern.
"Jason! Why are you limping? Are you okay? What happened?!"
He pauses looking down at the leg he was favoring just now and furrowing his brows before he explains, "Well, looks like I'll be runner up again this year...ankle's pretty beat up after the potato sack race on Wednesd-" You interject incredulously, "Jay that was nearly a week ago; did you get it looked at by the camp nurse?" When he shakes his head you're visibly appalled, instantly gearing up to convince him this is a bad idea. "This is not okay, you need to be resting. It could get inflamed, or worse you could be causing more damage the longer you're putting weight on it. You gotta-" As a seasoned counselor, he knows he shouldn't fight you on this because you're right, but it doesn't stop him from cutting you off anyway. "Aw sunshine you don't gotta worry about me. I have definitely dealt with a sprained ankle before. I really don't want to leave you hanging, the camp is nearing full capacity and it's only been your second year here. What kinda mentor would I be if I didn't support you?"
Your face falls at his words, almost at a loss as to how endlessly selfless this man is being right now, even in the face of a clearly painful sprain. Your eyes glaze over for a second as you look at him in admiration or was it adoration? Or both? You weren't quite sure what to make of these feelings you have been developing for your mentor and friend. You've grown very fond him and of the time you've spent getting to know him these past two summers. Of all the times to become preoccupied with these emotions, your mind chooses now to hash it out?
You'll definitely have the time to unpack this later but for the moment, Jason comes first. Shaking your head, you cross your arms as you begin to pace in front of him, taking a deep breath before firmly stating, "Nope, I won't allow it! With all do respect, my 'mentor' would know that this is setting a bad example for his apprentice to follow if he carries on this way." He gives you a pained expression before his legs carry him over to the lone chair in the corner by the rows of pots and pans lining the back wall. He gestures to his now sitting form and retorts, "Well how bout I just sit here and oversee? I'm no longer putting weight on it, right? Is that acceptable for you, Doc?"
You can't help but smile at the attempt but you sadly shake your head. "That leg needs more than just a few minutes rest. You should be using cold compresses on that ankle–twenty minutes on and two hours off for the rest of the day–preferably while resting in your bunk with it properly elevated! I mean it, Jace. You need to take this seriously, okay?" He smiles at the quick witted, speedy delivery of first aid advice that could only mean one thing; you were extremely worried about him. You always did ramble even on the best of days, but while others found it tiresome, including you, he secretly loved it. The fact that someone wanted to talk to him, let alone ramble at him, was so refreshing that he didn't wanna ruin it by discouraging you.
Once you start though, he knows you won't stop until you are absolutely certain he's okay, so he'll humor you, much like he's done every other time you'd lectured him for carelessly putting himself through hell for someone else's sake. Where he lacked self-preservation, you made up for with practicality and logic, ever the voice of reason. You were the only one who ever truly saw him and chose to stick by him through all his foolishness.
Technically it was his–self-appointed–job to look after you, but it turns out that all this time, it's you who's been looking after him. If he were being completely honest with himself, he didn't want to leave you alone today, or ever, really. He's been smiling through the pain of a sprained ankle for the last few days because he couldn't bear to be away from you. Hell, he's only chipper in the wee hours of the morning because he knows you'll be there at his side; laughing, joking, and fussing over him much like you're doing right now. He can't help but mourn the inevitable loss of your company when you both eventually defect to your respective cabins at the end of the day. As such, an injury like this would get in the way of what little quality time you do have, which makes heeding your words all the more difficult.
Your pacing comes to a halt, hands on your hips and your back leaning against the prep table as you sassily prod him for an answer, "Well?"
Jason's cerulean eyes flash with disappointment before melting back to their usual fondness as he looks at you again; a gentle smile lacking it's usual warmth adorns his face as he admits defeat. "Okay, sunshine. I get it, I've been careless. I'll head on over to the nurse and see if I can't get a few ice packs and plenty of bandages to last the night." You sigh in relief that he didn't fight you on this. You would have took the liberty of fireman carrying his stubborn ass to the nurse if he didn't pipe up just then. You nod at his words as you stroll to the opposite side of the prep table, opening an egg carton and beginning to crack a few eggs into a mixing bowl. That's when Jason decided to chime in again.
"Since I'll be out of commission for the rest of the day, I can have someone else help you out in the kitchen while I'm gone, if you want? How about I send in Chris?"
You grimace at the idea, an obvious no without you having to say anything. So he offers an alternative, "Got it, okay then. Umm, what about Miley?"
You huff at the suggestion, raising your hand before he can continue that train of thought, "Look Jace, I know that I would be taking on a lot today, but I don't think having the resident vegan lecturing me on how wrong it is that we're giving 'baby cow nourishment' and 'chicken abortions' to the youth would be conducive to a healthy working environment for me, in my humble opinion." You raise your egg covered hand to punctuate your statement.
Before he can get a word in edgewise, you prattle on, "And I mean, Christian? Really? All he'll do is drone on and on about Shannon or Bobbie to the point that I won't even be able to hear myself think, let alone serve up grub for the kiddies." When you finally finish your long-winded explanation, you wished you could take back at least half the bitterness and sass.
However, before you could attempt to amend your words, you heard a rich laugh leave Jason's lips followed by the clap of his hand slapping his knee with surprised glee. "Well, there's the fiery spirit I know and love. I suppose, if you think you can handle it, you can man the kitchen on your own for the day-" You let out a breath of relief, your face warming as his first few words sink in, before he raises a finger in the air and elaborates with a slightly more serious tone, "-if you promise to not overwork yourself. So, if it gets too much to handle alone, you let me know okay? Or you can get someone–not Chris or Miley–to come and lend a hand. Deal?" You watch as he offers his hand to shake.
You relent, wiping your egg-laden hands with the nearest dish towel before walking over to him. Reaching out your hand to shake on it, you comment, "You drive a hard bargain, Hochberg. But, yeah it's a deal." You crack a satisfied smile before returning to the prep table, busying yourself with preparing the pancake batter, adding milk and flour into the mixing bowl in front of you. Jason stands up from the chair, hanging up his apron and bidding you goodbye before he shuffles his way out the side door. Before the door slowly swings shut behind him, you hear him whistling the Pineway song, the sound complimenting the birds chirping in the trees around him as his figure slowly disappeared from your view and toward the nurse's station a few cabins down.
Phew, let's just hope you actually can hold down the fort until the end of the day. You've learned so much in the two years you've been a counselor here, but this is the first time you've actually been given the reigns. You steel your resolve, turning to the griddle as you begin ladling batter onto the freshly greased iron. You just have to get through the day and then you can see about getting a helper tomorrow. Claire would be ideal, since you've always worked well together, even under the worst of circumstances. But at this point you'll take Ezra if it means you get some extra hands on deck.
Realistically, you just don't want to disappoint Jason after talking yourself up as much as you did. Not to mention the fact that he's put his faith in you since the very beginning, and continues to do so, which makes you both content and nervous at the same exact time. You can't help but wish he never did that stupid sack race, lest you go prematurely gray worrying over him. The telltale sound of footsteps hitting the front steps of the dining area has you rolling your sleeves up, ready to see this day through.
Breakfast was served without a hitch; pancakes and sausage, along with granola, and fruit were greedily devoured in quick succession. Empty plates were the only compliment you received in return, but it was enough to have you sighing out in relief from your spot at the corner of the dining hall. After polishing off your own plate of breakfast, and cleaning up the kitchen, you made your way out the front exit, ready to knock out some chores around camp to kill time until lunch rolled around. You spent some time rearranging the board games and toys in the rec room, tidying up and lighten the load where you could. Not like anyone else around here was being helpful. Well, unless you could count taking a trip to Make-out Point as being productive.
Most of the campers and counselors were scattered, some taking a dip in the lake, others practicing archery, while most of the younger campers were off on a nature hike led by Claire. You dutifully collected fresh firewood for the bonfire later that evening. You managed to find time to relax for all of five minutes before lunchtime rolled around. Luckily, PB&J's and ham 'n' cheese hoagies were quick work for you. So, it went by just as smooth as breakfast. However, had you known what would transpire in a few short hours, you might have made more of a conscious effort to enlist someone else's help.
You had just set the first hot dog onto the grill when you heard a few campers shuffling into the dining hall. The counter next to you is fully stocked with all the fixings to serve up chili cheese dogs tonight. The low hum of the overhead lights keep you on task as you place a few tofu dogs in for good measure, lest you never hear the end of it from Miley. You faintly heard the sounds of a few kids playing soccer on the lawn out front. if all went well, you hoped that you'd be able to duck out before the bonfire to check on Jason, just to see if he needed anything before you had to oversee the festivities in his absence. You hoped he managed to stay in one place and thought better of attempting to do anything other than rest. Well it won't be long now until you would find out for yourself–
Then you heard the front doors swing open and in runs the kids from outside. Your head pops up at the sound, and apparently just in time to see the blur of a soccer ball coming right for your face. Your eyes widen before you duck under the counter at the last minute, the ball whizzing past you and hitting the prep table behind you before rolling into the pantry. Your heart is racing, your breaths stuttering out from the sudden rush of adrenaline for a few moments before you reach for the edge of the counter, pulling yourself up and dusting off your red apron. You whip around, checking that the coast was clear, until you noticed that half the cafeteria has their eyes on you. When you see slight movement in your peripheral vision, you look down. Three young boys are bickering in front of the counter, their eyes wide and panicked as they argue amongst themselves.
When you clear your throat, they all look at you. And then the blabbering starts up again, but directed at you this time, the children imploring you to believe them on who was the culprit. You sigh shaking your head and turning to the grill to make sure nothing is out of place. When you're sure it's all clear, you nod to yourself. Phew, thank goodness. Your attention is finally drawn back to the kids, who've been stretching over the counter to get your attention, so you speak up.
"Look, I don't care which one of you kicked the ball in here, okay? Just…just no more indoor sports from now on; Got it kiddos? Does this look like a soccer field?"
They're silent until you raise your eyebrows; then they collectively shake their heads. You acknowledge their response with a nod before you leave momentarily to retrieve the ball from the pantry. You hand the offending object to the taller of the three boys and send them on their way with a warning. For the next few minutes, you kept one eye on the hot dogs and the other on your trio of troublemakers. After turning over most of the hot dogs, it seemed as if they have moved on from their previous shenanigans, thankfully.
Just when you get the last batch of hotdogs onto the grill, you head to the pantry to retrieve an extra can of chili, but just as your hand closes around the can, you hear the most horrifying sound; a loud screech of metal and a crackling pop, followed by a crash and some gasps and yelps from the dining area. You jump as well, dropping the can as you rush out from the kitchen and clear the counter to see the source of the unsettling noises. The sight you are met with makes you gasp along with the campers. Glass is strewn across the floor beneath one of the ceiling lamps, it's light bulb shattered and that dreaded soccer ball from earlier is lodged under one of the tables, air hissing out from a tear in the side of it. Upon closer inspection, it seems to be what made contact with the light bulb in the first place.
Under the table nearest to the now broken light are a few girls huddled together and cowering in fear. You help them out from under the table and steer them away from the mess, before you assess the situation some more. Looking to your left, you see two thirds of the trio of boys who had the soccer ball last. Instead of bickering like last time, they stand in the midst of the broken lamp, staring dumbfounded at the ground. When you look over your shoulder, you notice their missing friend sitting on a bench nearby, holding his knee in pain.
That's when all the shock leaves your body, replaced by the determination to act. You painstakingly step over the mess of glass on the floor and close the distance to the injured boy. Genuine care reflects in your voice as you gently ask him to let you see, calmly maintaining eye contact in encouragement. He nods, eyes red-rimmed with unshed tears as he shows you the damage. There's luckily only a few shallow cuts, which will only need antiseptic and some bandages, so you reassure him that he will be perfectly fine. With one hand on his shoulder and the other holding his own, you usher him to his friends. You instruct them to head straight to the nurse, insisting that she'll know what to do.
As they lead the boy away, you turn to the mess before you. With a broken light bulb and glass littering the dining area, you needed to clear everyone out before you could very well clean it up. In the commotion, most of the campers that shuffled in for dinner were standing off the the side, far enough away from the mess to have been completely unscathed, thankfully. However, you needed to clean up the glass sooner rather than later. Before you head to retrieve a broom and dustpan, you turn to the rest of the kids and order, "Alright kids, we're going to move dinner outside tonight. So we're gonna just walk out single file, starting with you Suzie, okay?" The girl in question nods before doing as instructed. Everyone else slowly follows suit until the last camper trickles out, leaving you alone at last. You grab a notepad and pen from the lost and found box sitting on the bench nearest to the entrance, and quickly scribble a note before attaching it to the outside of the door before closing it once more. Well, so much for a simple day, you think. At least dinner isn't completely ruined…
Oh my god! Dinner!
Your head whips toward the kitchen, realizing your mistake many minutes too late. Before you could even move an inch, the smell of smoke hits your nostrils and your heart drops into your stomach. That's when your feet finally snapped into action. Rushing back to the grill, you clumsily turn off the burners, curses leaving your lips in quick succession. You grab a dish towel and swipe at the cloudy smoke above you, trying to get a clear view of the hot dogs in front of you, or what's left of them, but the damage was already done. What was meant to be tonight's dinner, is now a pipe dream; the sad wrinkled weenies were burnt beyond recognition from being left unattended for too long. The situation on your hands would have been funny if it wasn't so damn depressing.
What is wrong with you? How could you let this happen? No, just no. You implore yourself to stay calm and think. There has to be a solution, right? You scrape off the charred remains with a spatula and dump them into the garbage, quickly scrubbing away the rest of the gunk with a sponge as you ponder your next move. You head to the back of the pantry and step in front of the walk-in freezer, making quick work of the latch before you step inside to seek out fresh hot dogs to replace the ones you ruined. You make a beeline for the box of hot dogs on the shelf closest to the door, but when you easily drag the box out, you know you're about to be utterly disappointed. Low and behold, the box is empty. There are no more hot dogs, meaning that your 'minor' setback has now turned into a very big problem.
At this point, you're at a loss as to what can be done. There's nothing else that you can whip up in a moment's notice to save face, nor can you go out there and face the music. Why did you have to walk away from the most crucial part of dinner? Why couldn't you do one simple thing right. Sure, getting caught up in the commotion was necessary, but at the very least could you have turned off the damn burners beforehand? Why did you blatantly ignore the golden rule of the kitchen; Don't leave an active heating element unattended!?
The anthropomorphized hot dog man on the box in your hands becomes blurry, and before you know it, drops of water begin to stain the cardboard. The tears were spilling from your eyes faster than you could stop them. This is all just so messed up. You haven't even cleaned up the glass out in the hall, nor have you even bothered asking for help, effectively breaking the promise you made to Jason this morning. You wished beyond all hope that the ground would open up and swallow you whole. You aimlessly wander out of the walk-in, before settling on leaning against one of the pantry shelves and sniffling in silence.
As smooth as the day was, all it took was one soccer ball, one light bulb and one dumbass like you to effectively ruin it in under half an hour. Even now all you can do is stand here cradling a stupid box in your hand wishing you could just disappear.
Jason was feeling a lot better, thanks to you. He'd have to add that to the list of things to thank you for in his going away speech at the end of another amazing Pineway summer. Since it's close to dinner time, he figured he'd try to sneak a peek into the Dining Hall, just to see how you were doing. Sure, it may seem like he doesn't trust you, but in reality, he's grasping at an excuse to see you. He felt horrible leaving you all alone to deal with the shenanigans that the campers could get up to, and only hopes that you managed to enlist someone else to help you for the day.
He passes in front of the Dining Hall with the intention of peering into one of the windows overlooking the kitchen, but on his way up the steps, he spots a hastily drawn note hung up with a single patch of tape on one of the doors. The note reads, "Dining Hall is temporarily closed. Please make your way to the outdoor pavilion for dinner tonight." Hmm. That's strange, but he doesn't question it, at least not at first. He makes his way towards the picnic tables overlooking the lake as explained in the note.
What he finds there is, well, odd.
All the campers are either seated, pacing back and forth, or worse restlessly blabbing to each other about something or other, but he noticed that all conversations eventually lead to the same topic; 'we're hungry', 'when's dinner', and 'what's going on?' Stranger still, Demi and Mike are nowhere to be found right now, and the only counselor that seems alert and on standby, is Claire. Now that doesn't seem right, considering you were meant to be serving dinner here–unless you really did need to enlist some help–but it's been about forty-five minutes past dinnertime and you're nowhere to be found.
The wheels begin to turn in his head, but his feet are faster, carrying him wordlessly back to the Dining Hall. He slowly cracks the door open only to see, nothing. Not a soul in sight.
He could have sworn he would be right in assuming you were here. He heads further into the building, trudging towards the kitchen, when his shoes brush against something on the ground. The sound of glass cracking under the weight of his foot makes him looks down at the floor, where he very quickly realizes that there really was broken glass everywhere. His mind is swirling with possible scenarios that could have transpired, but the missing piece of the puzzle is still not here; you're not here, or at least he doesn't think you are. He considers the likelihood of you leaving to get help with the clean up, since you did put up a sign, after all.
As he ponders your whereabouts, he investigates the kitchen for any signs of you or anyone else. Reaching the prep table, he hears something; a sound so faint he almost misses it, if not for him freezing in his spot. It sounded like sniffling, and it was coming from the pantry. The door is slightly ajar, letting some of the light within pour out the cracks. He slowly opens the door only to see you, or what he could discern from your hunched over form. Your back is slouched, head hanging low, with your eyes staring at the floor. Your feet are sprawled out in front of you, as if your legs just gave out from under you. You're leaning against one of the shelves, gripping an empty box as you softly sniff, wiping at your face every so often.
"S-Sunshine? What's wrong?" His voice is a shaky, unsure just what he's walked in on, but he'll be damned if he leaves you like this.
Your sniffing stops briefly before starting up again with renewed vigor, pulling your legs up to your chest and turning your body away from him slightly. You respond shortly after with a small, dejected voice that threatens to break his heart in two.
"Please don't look, I'm-I don't want you to see me like this."
He sighs before drawing closer, his shuffled footfalls slow to a stop right next to you and then he's kneeling down to your level, trying to discern from your demeanor why you are trying to hide from him, but settling for the direct approach when he can't get a read on you.
"See you like what exactly? Wh-what's wrong? I'm confused sweetheart, why are you crying in here by yourself? Why is there glass on the floor out there? Did you get hurt? Did somethi-" You turn to face him, momentarily stunning him into silence at your sudden change of heart. Shaking your head at him, you utter out, "No it-it was an accident. A soccer ball knocked the light bulb out." Jace nods, before asking, "So did anyone get hurt, or-?" You sadly nod and explain, "One camper did get minor cuts, but nothing serious, luckily. I had them go to the nurse straight away…" You trail off, pressing your fingers between your eyes in frustration before you resume your recounting of what happened.
Jason listens intently, raising his eyebrows when you start to ramble in anger. "The dining area is wrecked, dinner is ruined, but most importantly, why is there still an empty hot dog crate in here if there are no hot dogs?!" All of a sudden, you raise your hand and toss the aforementioned box across the pantry with an exasperated grunt, the box clanging against the freezer door. You sigh, admitting to yourself aloud for the first time, "I failed Jace. I completely fucked up everything. I let you down. I let John and Cathy down…I'm a f-failure-" Jason's hand rests on your own, attempting to loosen the tight fist you're making, as if he could somehow unravel the chaos of your heart in the process. 'Nooo noo-shhh, don't say that. Come on, honey that's just crazy. One mistake does not mean you're a failure. You're not letting anyone down, especially not me–" You begin to shake your head again, but are quite literally shaken out of it when Jason tightens his hand on yours, imploring you to listen.
"Please, listen to me! You did the best you could dealing with all this by yourself, and I mean that, okay?"
You look into his concerned eyes, nearly getting lost in their shining blue depths before you clear your throat, which had grown hoarse from crying, to respond, "O-okay, yes I-I did my best, but now…Now, I don't know what to do. I froze, and now everyone is outside, hungry and waiting for me but I can't go out there. I'm not cut out for this as it turns out. You are hurt and I couldn't even hold down the fort for fucking twenty four hours before something went wrong!" He tsked at your words, trying to be patient with you, but he won't back down from you and your rambling this time, much to your frustration.
"That's just not true. You got through a majority of the day already, and besides, you don't give yourself enough credit, like at all!" His thumb keeps absentmindedly drawing circles on the back of your hand, the point of contact soothing you to the point of not wanting to dispute his words. You resist the urge to reach out to smooth the wrinkle in his brow that forms while he tries to find the right words to make you understand him.
Finally, he finds them, "I didn't serve breakfast; or lunch. I didn't usher the campers safely away from the broken glass or redirect them to the pavilion. I didn't leave a sign letting everyone know the Dining Hall was closed. And I know for a fact, I didn't come into this pantry to try and find a substitute for dinner. You're the one who did all those things, sweetheart." He looks into your eyes and smiles incredulously as if in awe of you, but you have to be seeing things, surely.
He punctuates his words by giving your hand a light squeeze before he concludes. "And on top of all that, you forced me to get the rest I sorely needed, even when I wanted to be stubborn. Honestly, you're a force of nature when you choose to be! Please don't give all that up now."
You stare at the man that never ceases to amaze you, especially now. He can't honestly be here, holding your hand and telling you to keep going. Your hand twitches from under his, and to your disappointment, he pulls his hand away, as if he only just realized how intimate the gesture was. To cover up the awkwardness that follows, you place your hands on your knees, bracing to stand. Jason gives you as much room as the small space allows so you can rise from your spot on the floor and dust yourself off.
Jason stares at you and you fidget under his attentive gaze. " There's no way you could ever let me down, you know that, right?" He steps closer to you, placing his hand on your shoulder in comfort as he clarifies, "I just wish that you would have just come to me for help like you promised me you would. We even shook on it, remember?" Tears threatened to spill all over again when you realize his words indeed ring true, but you wiped your eyes before they could fall down your cheek.
You sigh in defeat, finally acknowledging what you dreaded the most, "I-I didn't want to make your ankle worse. I honestly thought that I could hold out until the bonfire, but then everything started going haywire but I just couldn't bear it if you were disappointed in me. I-I care about your opinion, so much. It was stupid really, just selfish and ridiculous." Jason sighs, rubbing the back of his neck, his voice softening in bewilderment as he incredulously mutters, "Is that what you think of me? That I would judge you harshly for making a mistake that any one of us could make at any given moment?"
Your eyes widen at the misunderstanding that's unfolding before you're very eyes, but before you can cut in, he's already squinting in what looks like hurt and disbelief as he asks, "You really think that I could be so cruel, or that I'd ri-ridicule you or something?" You shake your head vigorously in response, grabbing his shoulders, your eyes silently begging him to listen, "Jason No! Never! I-I mean that I just… didn't want you to see me differently if I couldn't do it. I-I just didn't wanna make a fool of myself in front of you because I like-"
Your eyes lock onto his for a moment, as if searching for the last bit of courage to push yourself over the edge of the cliff you're perched on at this very moment. You silently gulp, deciding to take that leap.
"I um. I–I like you; a lot, okay? I really, really like you and I just wanted you to notice me so much that I bit off more than I could chew. All of that just for this extremely slim chance that you'd somehow see me as more than just a coworker or friend? I don't know–oh god this is gonna sound corny as hell–but… I'd be miserable here at Pineway if not for you, quite frankly. Spending the last two summers with you have been so so wonderful, and I just wished that I didn't wait so long to tell y-"
Your rambling was cut short yet again. However, the feeling of pillowy soft lips crashing into yours was not what you were expecting, to say the least. Your eyes widen as you feel Jason's hands travel from your shoulders down to your hips, pulling you closer to him as his lips begin to move against yours. The kiss is impassioned yet restrained, allowing you the chance to push him away if you really want to. To his surprise, you follow his lead in earnest, your eyes closing as your hands come up to hold his face. Seconds later, your fingers continue their journey upwards, slipping into his coppery locks and pulling him further into your eager lips. You hum as his hands slide up to make their home on your waist, your shirt riding up under his hands, allowing you to feel his calloused fingers gliding across your bare skin.
You shiver at the sensation, giving his hair a light tug in silent challenge, which makes him let out a light gasp. You can hardly believe your boldness when you take this opportunity to deepen the kiss, your tongue slipping inside his mouth and tentatively nudging his own. He lightly groans into the kiss, which is the only warning you receive before his arms encircle your waist, pulling your body flush against his. His rapidly beating heart drums against your chest, the rhythm is matching the growing passion that pulsed in your ears, leaving you gasping into his mouth this time.
His lips and tongue are consuming your every thought; every sense and nerve ending tuned to him. His roaming hands are driving you crazy, a sigh escapes you when you feel your back colliding with the shelf behind you, making you wince. The sound of boxes and bags falling onto the pantry floor breaks the silence in the small space, but you're both too far gone to notice. You're far more preoccupied with the way Jason's hands are roaming up your shirt, greedy to get at more of your skin. Suddenly, a stray bag topples over from the shelf above you to land straight onto your head, causing you to yelp. You both separate immediately, only to witness a bag of family sized tortilla chips falling to the floor at your feet.
All you can manage to say in your momentary stupor is, "Ow." Jason chuckles lightly as he rubs the top of your head, apologizing bashfully, "Sorry sweetheart, looks like we got carried away."
Your eyes meet, a minute passes in pure silence before you both break down laughing at the turn of events, effectively breaking the tension of what just transpired between you. When your mirth dies down, you chime in, "So I guess it's safe to say, you like me too?" Jason taps his chin, pretending to think about it, before he's pulling you in again, muttering against your lips, "I'm not sure, maybe we should try that again, just to be sure?" You laugh before giving him a shorter kiss. You pull back meeting his eyes as you retort, "How about now?"
Before he can respond you sharply gasp, the fog clearing in your mind and allowing other, more pressing concerns to resurface. You pull away from him to exclaim, "Oh my god, we still have dinner to worry about!" His eyes widen, before they rest on the food strewn around the pantry from your prior activities. You rush around him to begin putting everything back in it's place, rambling as you go about potential ideas. Jason begins to help you but when his eyes land on the tortilla chip bag, the gears in his mind started to turn, picking up the bag and holding it in front of you. You're about to ask what he's doing, but he saves you the trouble, announcing, "Well then, it looks like the answer was right under our noses, well more like fell on our noses, technically. Ha ha." You sniff at his pun, nodding your head for him to continue.
"This bag right here is the key. We are out of weenies, but we do still have chili and cheese. So, if we find ground beef, olives, and some jalapenos, we can make–" The smile gracing your lips grows ever wider as it finally becomes clear what he's getting at. You chime in at the same time to collectively exclaim, "–Ultimate Nachos!" You cheer and hurray at the idea, bewildered that you hadn't thought of that sooner. But, Jason doesn't take all the credit. He insists, "I think it was more of a team effort on this one. You know what I've always said, right? We always made the best team, you and I." You find your face heating up at the sentiment, pulling him in for a hug before you both make preparations for the new dinner plans.
You fall into step with each other, flitting about the kitchen in tandem the way only you can, and before long, you are carrying bowls of nachos out to the pavilion. You are relieved to be greeted with the looks of joy as well as the sounds of cheering and hollering as you make your way to the serving table. Dinner was officially served and everyone dug in with gusto. The other counselors didn't seem to mind the change of plans and didn't ask too many questions, which was even more of a relief. Clearly they had their hands full keeping the campers entertained in our absence to really care about anything else. At the very least, the evening had been salvaged and you could finally unwind.
Much to the campers and counselors' delight, the bonfire started shortly after. John and Cathy were strumming and singing the Pineway song, the fire's glow reflecting off everyone's faces as they started to join in.
You and Jason lounged on a log not far from the bonfire, but still far enough from the festivities to feel like you were in your own little world under the rapidly setting sun. As you rested your head on his shoulder, Jason curled his fingers between your own, sighing in content as he slowly brings your joined hands up to his lips, placing a kiss to the back of your hand before he stares into your eyes with a fondness that makes your stomach flip. You lean in to whisper, "I don't want this summer to end." Jason releases your hand to wrap his arm around you, squeezing your shoulder as he warmly reassures you, "I don't want it to either, but we always have next summer, and the summer after that."
You nod but it's only halfhearted, offering up another idea, "What if we tried to meet up more often than that? Like outside of camp? Would you want to?" You faltered on the last part, feeling suddenly unsure that is even what he wants.
Jason's eyes brighten, smiling just as radiantly as the last rays of light stretching across the horizon. The sight nearly takes your breath away, until he finally answers, "There's nothing I'd rather be doing that spending more time with you. Of course I want to see you outside of camp!" You sigh in relief and give him a bright smile before resuming your previous admiration of the sunset. "Good, I'm glad. But I guess we can figure all that out later. For now, let's just stay like this a while longer." Jason chuckles at your words as he settles into his seat, leaning his body into yours and replying with finality, "Couldn't have said it better myself, Sunshine."
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Summary: you are the art councillor for pineway, and manage to have a successful session with the help of jason
Notes: This is for the final week of Jason week- Crafts @fredhechingerfrenzy
Word count: 813
“Alright kids, are we ready today?” A yell of, “yes councillor” droned on from the eleven and twelve year olds before you started your crafts for the morning. You were the craft councillor for this year at pineway and had help from your boyfriend Jason joining you. This time, you were making block prints, giving each kid a lino and a craving tool. You'd already done a presentation on what to do, having prepared earlier by having them do drawings, as long as they were appropriate, they could be used.
The group starts as you go around preparing for the next group, Jason comes up behind you, hands around your waist slowly, just holding you. “Hello art councillor. I haven't gotten a chance to see you much. You've been coupled up here”. You smile.
“Well camp leader, thank you for helping today. Hopefully, when downtime comes along, we can have a bit of time together.” Jason nods.
“That would be nice. Have a late night picnic, have a quick row in the boat, maybe make up by the lake” he asks with a grin.
“Hmm, if you play your cards right”. You tease, he leans in, giving your cheek a kiss, causing a few kids in the back to go “eww..” at seeing two of their councillors in love. This makes you two giggle softly hearing them.
Soon, you two go back around asking the kids if they need any help cutting the lino, Jason's arm slightly wrapping around your back every time you two go past each other. Soon, the kids finish cutting, and you and Jason get the paints out for each table. You do another demonstration on how to paint the blocks and how to get a good print before revealing your pattern on the page, using the blue paint to make your print.
The kids start painting their blocks all chatting to one another again, as you and Jason go back around helping kids, you hear Jason scream a little and turn to see one of the kids have taken a roller to his face, red paint covering half his face, making you laugh. You grab Jason, bringing him over to the sink and grabbing a rag, wetting it before trying to clean what you can of his face. “God… you'll need a shower after this. It's all in your beard”. You chuckle, Jason has a small smile, he could never really get angry at the kids unless it was absolutely necessary, and even then it wasn't really anger, more just a stern telling off to make sure kids knew whatever they did was serious, but he would never be angry at the kids, which you would appreciate.
You manage to get a fair amount of the paint off his face. “My poor man, betrayed by the kids over red paint”. You joke, he smiles. He brings his hand up to your face. What you thought was going to be a sweet moment ended when you felt his… wet hand touch your face, and he started chuckling. You look in the mirror, seeing a pink handprint on your face. “Jason!” He starts chuckling at your face, seeing you try to rub the paint off your cheek. “I can't believe I'm betrayed by my own beloved, how cruel of a world” you joke, acting dramatic, some kids chuckling at you two and the silliness.
The session is soon over with the kids making a bunch of prints, leaving them on racks to dry, you making sure they have their names on before they leave and you and Jason somehow ending up with more paint on you two than the kids. You sit down on your chair with Jason cleaning up to help prepare for the next group later. This time, you come up behind him and wrap your arms around his waist, your head resting on his shoulder blade. “You okay back there, sweetheart?” He asks his head, turning towards you. “Hmmm” you hum back.
“Don't get me wrong, I love these kids, but it can be so tiring… Luckily, no group till after lunch.” You mutter, causing him to laugh.
“Yeah, the little kids can be a lot sometimes, but as long as they're having fun, as well as you taking care of yourself, then we'll get through this summer together”. He soon turns around, now facing you, holding you to his chest, one hand around your waist, the other his hand in your hair, playing with the ends softly. “I love you”, he mutters in your hair. “I love you too” you mutter into his chest.
You two continue to hold each other gently, Jason gently rocking you back and forth, enjoying the small quiet moment you have where you can now just chill and be together, it is these little moments that make the summer all worth it.
This was written for @fredhechingerfrenzy JASON HOCHBERG ; the prompt was camping. Also this was not super proofread, sorry. lol, i'm working two jobs I cannot be bothered right now.
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"Shh, baby girl, you have to be quiet." Jason mumbled, kissing down your bare chest slowly. "The others are right outside the tent at the fire, don't want them hearing us, do ya?" His lips grazed over your breasts, tongue flicking over the hardened nipple on your left as his hand moved to massage the right. "They all think we're asleep. Can't let them know we're actually just having fun in here, can you?"
A soft whine escaped your lips, coming out a bit louder than you anticipated. Jason shot you a warning look, his hand squeezing your breast harder as another warning. His lips wrapped around the hardened bud, sucking softly as his right hand trailed lower. His fingers traced down your stomach, slowly pushing their way into the grey sweatpants hanging low on your hips that were most definitely his own pair. Somehow you were always stealing his clothes but half of the time he thought they looked better on you so he let it slide. (Seeing you in his clothes really just turned him on and got him going but that's not something he would ever admit to you out loud).
"What color are you wearing today?" His lips mumbled against your breast as his fingers inched under the lace fabric hidden beneath the sweatpants. "Did you wear your light pink pair just for me? Or did you go with my favorite red pair that makes your ass look oh so good? What about that cute little blue pair with white polka dots that I love to tear off of you?"
You moaned softly as his fingers moved closer to your core, your hips moving up slightly for a better angle. "No," you shook your head, breathless already from his teasing and touching. "None of those. New pair. These are black with lace. Just got them last week. Got 'em just for you."
"Black lace, huh? And just for me?" He asked, his middle finger sliding its way through your slick folds carefully. "You're gonna make a mess in them tonight, aren't you? Gonna be a little slut and make such a mess for me, aren't ya?" Jason's lips moved to your upper chest, slowly kissing up your neck and jawline.
You nodded weakly, biting your lip to avoid any loud moans or groans slipping out. Jason kissed your neck, nipping at the skin as his lips trailed higher. His middle finger dipped into your core, teasing the entrance carefully before pushing into you fully.
You gasped loudly, back arching off the ground. "Jason, please." You mumbled, looking up at him as his finger pumped in and out of you slowly.
"Please, what, baby girl?" He smirked, kissing your lips gently. Your moan was muffled into his mouth, your dominant hand moving down his chest quickly before it stopped on the outline of this erection. Palming the erection slightly, your hand wrapped around it, squeezing it carefully through the fabric of the sweatpants that hung low on his hips.
Jason groaned slightly, his teeth nibbling on your bottom lip as he pulled away from the kiss to look at you. "Need you," you mumbled, hips moving up again to meet the rhythm of his finger. "Now."
"You need me?" He smirked, peppering a few kisses down your neck before he pulled away. His hand moved out from your pants as he shifted to his knees carefully. "You can have me, baby. You just gotta be quiet. Think you can do that for me?" Jason looked up at you as he tugged your sweatpants off carefully. Your hips lifted gently, helping him remove them with ease.
"Can try," you nodded, sitting up slowly. Tugging his own pants down carefully, you helped him undress quickly, the clothes being discarded somewhere beside you in the dark tent.
"You gotta succeed," he mumbled, kissing your lips again as he laid you back on the blankets and sleeping bags that littered the floor of the tent. "Promise me you can succeed, baby girl." Jason shifted between your legs, nudging the open with his right knee. He pushed the lace panties to the side, his fingers moving up and down your slick folds again. "You know I love hearing the pretty little noises you make and I love hearing you beg for more but tonight…" His pointer finger and middle finger pushed into your core fully, curling slightly before pumping slowly. "Tonight you gotta be quiet and careful. Think you can do it?"
You whined softly, your back arching off the ground as you bit your lip. "I will." You nodded, looking at Jason. "I'll be super quiet for you, be so quiet, please. Just, need you. Not your fingers, not your tongue, need your cock."
"Impatient tonight are we?" He smirked, his fingers pumping in and out of you a few more times before they pulled out. "Need me that badly, huh?" He pushed his boxers down slowly, his hardened cock springing free. Wrapping his right hand around the base slightly, he pumped himself a few times, your name falling from his lips in a low groan. "Fuck, I need you too, baby." He inched closer, his tip sliding up and down your folds before pushing into you at a teasingly slow pace. "Needed you all day but couldn't sneak away to have you without someone finding us."
You gasped at the feeling, a loud moan leaving your lips when he finally pushed into you slowly. Jason groaned lowly, sliding into you fully as his lips crashed into yours quickly, trying to suppress the noises leaving your body and his. Slowly, he pulled out of you before pushing back in, starting off with a slow and steady pace. Jason's hand squeezed your hip, his thumb rubbing small circles on your soft skin as his thrusts turned faster, his kisses moving to your neck again.
"Jason," you whined softly, eyes closing shut as he continued to thrust in and out of you. "Faster, please."
"You want me to go faster?" He asked, nipping at your neck as his hips slapped against yours harder. You nodded weakly, biting your lips as you moaned lowly.
"Need you to go faster. And harder. Please." You sighed softly, your nails scratching down his back with each thrust he made. "Been too long."
"Baby girl," he chuckled breathlessly against your skin, "we had sex last night before we left for this camping trip." He reminded you, placing open mouth kisses all over your upper chest.
"Been too long," you repeated, looking up at him. "Especially in a tent; more risky." You smirked, groaning as he continued to thrust in and out, his pace turning quicker and rougher. "Glad we got to share a tent again this year."
"Yeah, well." Jason grunted, muffling a moan into your neck as he thrusted deeper. "Pretty sure if the others knew we were dating that someone would have objected to us being in a tent together."
You giggled softly, your right hand running through his hair softly. "Probably make some joke about us fucking like rabbits and say they need new head counselors."
"Fucking like rabbits isn't really a joke, you know. Pretty true, actually." Jason's hand moved from your hip to where your bodies were connected, his thumb finding your clit gently. He rubbed tight circles on the sensitive nub, his thrusts turning slow and deep to tease you.
"Jason, you fucking tease." Your fingers tugged on his locks tightly, earning a groan back from him.
His thrusts turned sloppy, an indication of his high forming. "Am not a tease," he mumbled, rubbing your clit faster as he thrusted slow and deep. "You're the tease. You're just so beautiful that I can't help wanting to put my hands on you. That and I can't help wanting to make you cum." He smirked, kissing your lips softly. "Come on, baby girl, cum for me. Please? Cum on my cock." Jason thrusted faster and deeper, groaning as he felt you clench around him.
He grunted as his high hit him, biting back a loud moan as he thrusted deep, coating your velvet walls. You clenched around him, milking him dry as your back arched off the ground, releasing around his cock. A loud moan left your lips as you did so, completely forgetting where you were and how desperately you needed to stay quiet.
"Fuck, baby," Jason mumbled, kissing your lips softly. "Gotta be quiet, remember?" He gave a few more thrusts, another moan leaving your lips as he quickly covered your mouth with his hand.
You looked up at him, both hearing whispers and shushes from the others outside the tent. "Did you guys hear that?" Someone asked.
"Bobby, you're such a pussy." Shannon replied before everyone else erupted into laughs. "It was just the wind through the trees. We are in the woods, remember?"
"Fuck off," Bobby groaned. The conversations outside continued as if nothing had happened, the others having no clue to what had happened within the tent you and Jason shared.
"That was close…" Jason mumbled, removing his hand from over your mouth gently. "You okay?" He asked softly, kissing your temple as he slid out of you slowly. You whined softly at the loss of feeling, huffing as you looked up at him again.
"Fine, promise." You smiled, moving over slightly as he fell beside you.
"Good." Jason kissed the top of your head carefully, shifting to his side before he pulled you close to his body. "Goodnight, we have a big day of hiking ahead of us. I love you."
You smiled, tugging one of the blankets up over both of your bodies. "I love you too."
it’s not much, just a little blurb i wrote a while ago for a server writing game and never shared! the prompt was the line “the kiss reminded him of chemistry lessons in school, when if the right two elements were put together, they'd explode.” also, my first ever contribution to @fredhechingerfrenzy 💚 if you want more fred hechinger content, check out mama hechinger herself @punkrockmlchael (who also created this beautiful banner as usual hehehe)
You had always been something of a fixture at Camp Pineway.
A long time camper-turned-camp counselor, you and Jason had known each other practically forever. You were friendly, sure, but not close. Maybe because Jason was quite literally scared of you.
You were the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen in his life. That was a fact. He had been head over heels in love with you since the two of you were 8 years old. Now, here you were, in your 20s and still spending summers at Pineway, Jason still yearning.
It was counselor weekend and you had finally asked to learn archery - Jason had been waiting for this moment his whole life.
“No, it’s not quite—“ Jason stuttered, hand reaching for the bow but not wanting to touch you. “You have to hold it like…kinda like…” he made a vague gesture with his hands, “…like this?”
“I don’t…” You shook your head, lowering the bow with a sigh. “I don’t get it. I’m not getting it. I seriously suck at this.”
“You don’t…suck,” Jason laughed lightly. “It can be a little tricky.”
“We’ve been at this for an hour and I’m not getting any better,” you pouted. “Maybe I should go back to lifeguarding.”
As badly as Jason wanted to see you in your swimsuit again every day, he wasn’t going to let you give up this easily and walk off feeling bad about yourself. “Here, just…can I?”
You raised your eyebrows at him, handing the bow out to him. But he shook his head, moving behind you instead.
“You’ve got to do it yourself or it won’t make as much sense,” he said. “Here, I’ll…uh, can I…touch you?”
“Yeah,” you said easily, thinking nothing of it. You had no idea how nervous he was to even be standing this close to you.
He placed one hand on your left and the other on your right. “Okay, so…” He positioned your arms in the appropriate position, making sure you were comfortable and firm in place. “Yeah, like that! Now, you pull back like this…” He helped pull your arm back, letting go and letting you hold it yourself once the arrow was drawn. “Now, you aim and let go.”
You let go of the string and the arrow shot forward, piercing into the hay bale target. Not anywhere close to the middle, but hitting the target nonetheless.
You squealed, jumping up and down in excitement. “Holy shit! Holy shit, I did it!”
“Yeah, you did!” Jason smiled, clapping his hands together. “Excellent form, if I do say so myself.”
You giggled, moving back in front of him. “I wouldn’t have been able to do it without you, though.”
Jason’s cheeks heated, tinging pink. “Well, let’s find out. Try it on your own this time.”
You were skeptical, but you took your position once again. You lifted the bow just like Jason had shown you, pulled back the string, lined up your shot…and let go.
The arrow zipped through the air, landing in the third ring.
“Oh my god!” you yelled, jumping up and down again.
Jason laughed, clapping even harder this time. “Bravo! Excellent work.”
You were still laughing, breathless, as you stood in front of Jason. “Yeah, because I had the best teacher. The best archer in Camp Pineway history, isn’t that right?”
He blushed deeper. “I wouldn’t say that.”
“I would,” you smiled. “I wouldn’t have been able to do that without you. Thank you.”
You were standing so close to him he didn’t know what to do. He felt as if he couldn’t draw in enough air, his stomach tied in knots. And the way you were looking at him - it was different than the way you always looked at him, even just a minute ago. There was something behind it, something unsaid.
He had the same look in his eyes.
Before he could convince himself not to, Jason raised his hand and rested it on the side of your face. You didn’t move—just kept looking at him, your breathing growing a little heavier, matching his own.
He moved in slowly, his eyes fluttering shut as yours did the same. Slow, so slow. He could feel your breath on his lips, warm and sweet like the bubblegum you’d been chewing earlier—
His lips met yours, gentle and nervous. He lifted his hands, anxiously pulling back for a second before finally resting on your hips. You pushed closer into him, making him gasp into the kiss. The bow clattered to the ground as you tangled your fingers in his hair, deepening it.
The kiss reminded him of chemistry lessons in school, when if the right two elements were put together, they'd explode. He had never felt anything like the way your lips moved against his, the electricity when your tongues touched, the ache in his bones when you moaned, just barely.
The last thing in the world he wanted to do was pull away, but eventually, he had to. He was breathing heavily as he looked into your eyes.
“So…” you began, “is this part of every lesson?”
Jason laughed, his blue eyes sparkling. “Only for you.”
“Hm,” you said, pretending to think. “In that case, I think I need more help. Do you offer private lessons?”
thanks for reading! as always, comments and reblogs are so appreciated 💚
Summary: it's been a year since that night at pineway, and you and Jason decide to make the best of your summer and invite everyone over for a pool day.
This is for week three of Jason month - cooking @fredhechingerfrenzy
Word count: 1.8k
It was a nice hot summer day, and although this year you and Jason weren't at camp pineway, you guys still decided to make the best of the summer. You both decided to get a pool, nothing too fancy, just big enough for the summer. You both even invited some of the councillors from pineway, well, the survivors of pineway. Chris and Bobby showed up saying ‘they had nothing better for summer after last year’ Shannon had joined the pair, Chris and her now being a couple, and Claire even showed up too which you were glad, everyone together again.
You set the pool ready ahead of time while Jason was sorting out the food and drinks. One by one, the group arrived, each with either more food or drinks to share. You all have a small catch-up with each other, having not seen each other since last year. You all lounge around the pool, a few pool rings around a few drinks being shared, Chris pushing Shannon around on a ring, Bobby with his arms spread around the edge of the pool, and Claire sitting on the edge, her legs in the pool. “How's your scar doing now, Bobby?” You ask, his eyebrows raise above his sunglasses before he slightly turns showing off the scat from his stab wound last year.
“It's definitely looking better, and although girls dig it, I definitely wouldn't recommend doing it just to get more girls”. He jokes, making everyone smile a little, that they could mostly put that night behind them. Though they've all dealt with it in different ways, it made them all connected in a weird way. Claire stands up asking if anyone else wanted a drink, you and Bobby saying yeah to having another as she moves towards the cooler where Jason was.
Claire grabs some drinks and notices Jason setting up the grill, a few burgers and hotdogs ready to fry. Although she notices that Jason can't keep looking at you. He gazes, always making their way back to you. He watches how his eyes follow your movement, how he seems to focus on what you're saying, the small smile on his face hearing you laugh. “You're staring”. Claire teases him, making Jason jump and stutter.
“I, uh.. was just making sure everyone was okay in the pool. It's good, right? Y/n decided to get one for the summer”. He rambles on trying to move the conversation away from his staring. Claire smiles, seeing her friend in love with his partner, seeing how much better he's doing now that he finally spoke up about his crush on you. She remembers back on the first day of councillor weekend, he talked to her about his crush on you and after everything was so glad to find that you two were finally together, just upsetting that it had to be a tragedy to make it happen.
“So, how are things between you two?” She asks genuinely, curious. Jason starts putting the raw meat on the grill, cooking up some lunch.
“Yeah it was, uhh, a bit of a rocky start with everything that happened, but I think we're better now. They've actually made me better, I think. Like before, I would avoid things, and it would annoy my mom, but now, I've got a steady job and actually have a fairly decent income. We started talking about me moving in with them next month. Mom likes them, yeah. They're definitely doing me some good.” It was true, she could see the difference in him, before he didn't really have a huge amount of confidence but now, Jason carried himself a little differently, he wasn't walking around like he owned the place but he definitely made himself take up more space rather than sitting in the background.
Clair smiled, seeing the difference you brought out in him. “I'm glad to see you two are adjusting well” she says before she gets interrupted by Bobby yelling for their beers, Shannon splashing water at him to shut him up, making you and Chris laugh. Claire and Jason laugh softly. “Well, I'll leave you to make lunch while I make sure Shannon doesn't drown Bobby in your new pool.” Claire jokes, heading back to the pool. There's now a huge wet patch behind Bobby where water was splashed at him, you with a bucket hat with wet splashes on it, Chris and Shannon now swapped with Chris sat in the ring and Shannon now gently pushing it against the pool, while Bobby is trying to fix his glasses on his face. Claire comes back with drinks for you guys as she sits back along the edge as Chris and Bobby start up some stupid movie argument.
You sit back along the edge. Everything felt so normal since what happened at pineway last year. Everything felt a little easier, and it definitely helped with Jason by your side. You hear the radio turn on behind you, and turn to see Jason has turned up the stereo having a little dance to the music. You smile watching him and can't help but tease him. You wolf whistle at him “Bring it, party boy!” You yell towards him, he jumps, turning to see you watching him, making him blush. You chuckle before getting out of the pool and heading over towards him.
Jason hears you and turns to see your water soaked body walking over, his eyes trail over your body as you grab a towel and wrap it around you to dry off before heading over. “Well hello beautiful”. He comments, an arm wrapping around your waist naturally. You stand next to him as he cooks the burgers and hotdogs, he unfortunately lost his ‘kiss the chef’ apron back in the cabin fire but you promised him you'd get him a new one at some point.
“You doing okay over here dear?” You ask him, he nods.
“Y-yeah, yeah, I'm okay. Being a chef for all of us, it's fun like being back at camp”. He says watching the raw meat go from pink to brown as they cook, flipping burgers and moving hotdogs around. You give him a small peck on the cheek, making him smile before he turns to face you and gives you a small kiss, followed by a distant “awww” behind you. You both turn and see the rest of the group all watching you two. You get a little embarrassed before Jason tells you not to worry about it. “You're the best thing that ever happened to me, and I'll make sure you always know that”. He tells you quietly so the others don't hear. He leans in giving you a proper kiss this time, not minding the audience you've ended up having.
Soon, the meat is ready and put into buns, Jason calls people over that lunch is prepared, and everyone starts climbing out, Chris nearly slipping as he makes his way over to the food area. Everyone grabs some food, drinks, and sauces for their food before sitting down. You and Jason sit together, Chris and Bobby and Shannon and Claire together as you all sit and eat. You all chat and laugh together, Chris and Bobby at some point throwing sauce at each other. You all spend the rest of the day by or in the pool, Jason finding your water guns which Shannon immediately grabs and starts shooting water at everyone, Claire using a ring to defend herself from Shannon's water wrath and Bobby and Chris shooting back and at each other, Jason tricks you into a truce before sprays water at you making you scream and laugh. Your afternoon is spent like this most of the day, water guns, beer, and sun.
As the sun sets, you've all calmed down, the water too cold to stay in as Jason has the idea to set up a small fire camp together. He makes the little camp site, using a bunch of chairs around the campfire with Jason lighting the wood in the middle. You're all sat wrapped in towels or t-shirts as the fire grows slowly as Jason sits next to you. Suddenly, Chris gets sentimental. “You know… this is probably the most fun I've had in… ages, since before that night.” Everyone knows what he's talking about. You feel Jason's arm wrap around your shoulders tightly, like you'd be taken away from him.
Bobby then raises his beer bottle, “to everyone we lost that night, to Noelle, Miley, Ari, John, Cathy, Ezra, even Mike and Demi”. Everyone, one by one, raises their drinks in silent solidarity to those they lost, even the pair who caused it all. Everyone drinks as they realise how it wasn't actually that long ago since that night and how lucky they are to have survived. Claire then speaks up, “and also, thanks to Jason and y/n for reaching out to meet up like this, we should definitely do it more often”. You pair nod, making it no big deal to have them all over. “We're glad you all agreed, we weren't sure how today would go, but we're glad it was fun, and we definitely should meet up more often”. You say everyone agrees.
Soon, it gets late the moon high above you all as you start pointing out the stars, Bobby yawns and says he's gonna hit the hay. You had already sorted out rooms for people in case they stayed for the night. One by one, everyone in the group says goodnight til it's just you and Jason. The pair decide to call it a night, Jason using the pool water to extinguish the fire while you collect the beer bottles to take the trash tomorrow, leaving the clean up for later. You both head inside, silently making it to your room as Jason carefully shuts the door. You both get undressed to prepare for bed, lying down and cuddling together. “Today was a good day, great even. And we definitely should meet up with these guys more often” Jason says, his face buried in your hair. You nod against his chest. “Yeah we should. It's nice to see everyone again, but God does meeting people tire me out”. You groan, your voice muffled in Jason's chest, making him laugh softly. His fingers run through your hair, gently rubbing your scalp, just how you like it. “Go to sleep dear, love you”. You barely mutter out the word before falling asleep. Jason looks down at you, love in his eyes as he watches you sleep. You truly were the best thing that ever happened to him. He gives you one last kiss goodnight on your head before he too finally falls asleep, the house falling silent with everyone sleeping peacefully for what felt like a long time.
Notes: This is for week two of Jason month- archery @fredhechingerfrenzy
Summary: it's your first year as a councillor at pineway which means you're in charge of an activity, which means you now have to learn how to do the one skill you can't, archery.
Word count: 638
You and Jason were alone at the archery area, a classic camp activity you could never get your head around. Last year you were a camper and as you attempted to do archery the councillor couldn't understand what you were doing wrong. Now as a councillor for the first time this year you really wanted to get this skill at least… better.
So Jason took you to the targets to see what was wrong with your form. First he let you show him what you did and at first you seemed to have your form right, arm strength good til you aimed, let go and completely missed the target. Huh…. Well then… You put your bow back down to look back at Jason. “See? I can't do it”. Jason comes up behind you and asks to see how you aim. You get ready pretending you were gonna shoot so Jason can see what was the problem. He corrects you and shows you how he shoots, giving you an example before shooting his own arrow, hitting near the middle of the target.
“See, there you go” he said as if it was the easiest thing ever.
“Yeah, easy…” you say less than confident. Jason smiles coming up behind you, you feel his chest against your back as his hands go around yours, his head next to yours just above your shoulder as he shows you how to hold your bow. “Yeah, just like that and then pull this back”, he pulls your hand on the string back, “keep that one straight”, his grip on your other hand holding the bow tightens a little as he helps you aim. “And…. Let go”. You do and finally your arrow hits the target.
While Jason is praising your first arrow hitting, you're trying really hard to control your face… d-did it just get warmer out here? You don't even notice Jason's moved back, giving you more tips as you try to keep yourself calm. Eventually you move your bow down, and mutter something about getting some water when in reality you just… needed a moment.
As you walk away Jason sits on the bench waiting for you to come back. You grab a water bottle from a nearby cabin the cold water sending a chill down your body as you drink around half of it in one go, your mind replaying the moment over and over, his voice so close to your ear, his voice low as he guides your hand with the bow and string, his grip over your fingers, his torso warm against your back… oh Jesus christ. You get another swig of water down your throat as you try not to think about it. Soon you feel your face being less red and grab another couple waters, one for you and one for Jason.
You make your way back to the archery area, Jason sat waiting patiently on the bench. You hand him the bottle, your fingers gently graze against his as he takes it. You both have another drink of water before you get back to target practice. You practise a few more times, Jason giving tips and showing you things as you do. Soon you're comfortably able to shoot the target, and actually hit the muddle a few times.
Jason congratulates you, completely unaware of the effect he had on you. You pair suddenly hear someone calling for Jason, he apologies having to leave the newest councillor but tells you his proud your now a good shoot, a dumb joke before he leaves, meanwhile you finally go and sit down on the bench glad for a moment to think about how you've now got a crush on the silly camp leader who you've seen trip over a log more times than you can count… god help you.
