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Kiss Me Slowly - Danny Rayburn x Reader (Bloodline)

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Author’s Note: A little reimagining of an original scrapped plotline of mine Heavily inspired by that pier scene in Season 1 Episode 1. 😉

This fic was supposed to be something else but then it pulled me this way... And I wrote a portion of it twice. So, this isn’t what I set out to write, but I love it just the way it is 😊

Kiss Me Slowly - Parachute Lovin’ On You - Luke Combs

Disclaimer: Bloodline characters not mine / Lyrics not mine / gifs not mine

Premise: Danny asks you to the Keys for the 45th Anniversary party. You’d be fine to go along with the ‘fake dating’ idea... if you weren’t already harbouring a crush. And, as you’re about to find out, you’re not the only one...

Words: 5698

Warnings: swearing / sexual banter /drinking

Danny Rayburn. What could you say about him? Too much. Not enough. He wasn’t a man you knew well – not as well as you wanted to. He was friends with your friends – which is how you’d first met him; kicking around on a sofa as you were leaving their house. He’d automatically got the wrong idea, and once you’d practically slapped a man you barely knew and profusely denied it, he’d turned into a terrible flirt. You wished you weren’t but you were kinda into it, and on occasion you would end up in his restaurant. Most of the time on real dates – where Danny would grab you afterwards for a run-down of how terrible the guy was, depending on what he ordered, or how he ate, or how he talked to you – or the way he chose to, or not to, split the bill. Apparently Danny was an expert – you automatically got to throw this back in his face, because he never seemed to be dating anyone. Which is why he turned up on your doorstep suddenly. Danny wanted you to be his ‘date’ to the 45th anniversary of his parents Inn. He thought you’d be best suited, and someone that his parents might actually like – which you almost took offense too, as if that was the only reason he was asking. But Danny explained that you weren’t just the first, but the only choice. And you wanted him so badly, that even when standing in the doorway scolding him, you knew the answer was going to be yes. Maybe he liked you too, maybe that was secretly why he was asking, but Danny Rayburn just didn’t want to admit it. You made a joke about it being time to meet his parents – but he didn’t laugh, in fact he seemed pretty nervous about it, so it didn’t take just one ‘yes’. You had to tell him you’d go, and then when he lit up and asked you if you were sure half a dozen times, you had to keep reassuring him. In fact you were looking forward to it yourself, Danny didn’t really talk about his family and the inn – at least not positively – but it sounded like a place you wouldn’t mind spending a vacation. And you hadn’t been to the Keys in a while.

When the day came around Danny was there before you; it wasn’t like you’d made plans to arrive together, but you had to finish a work shift before talking a few days off. Your packed bag was sitting in your car – and all you had to do was change out of your uniform before you were flying down the highway. You made pretty good time. Meaning you might still get the opportunity to be shown around, or to chill, before you’d have to get ready for the party. What you were greeted by as you pulled up the driveway wasn’t anywhere close to what you expected – the house itself was huge and gorgeous, in pure white and blue, your eyes must have been as wide as saucers because the next thing you knew someone was approaching your car and laughing. “You look a little out of your depth-! You never been here before-?! Considering your timing, I’d have questions!” You turned to him; “Uh, N-No… Danny invited me down for the weekend.” He looked slightly taken aback “Danny-!? Oh! I see!” you were glad he did because you didn’t, “Well, I’m Manny and I work here – I’ll take your things to your cabin and park your car up… What’s your name?” You blinked at him a couple of times like you weren’t hearing what you clearly were; a valet service!? - Danny should have better prepared you for this!!! “…Uh, Sure.” You hopped out of your car, and held out your keys “I’m F/N L/N…” “Well,” Manny laughed, “Welcome to Rayburn House, Y/N! Enjoy your stay-!” He jerked his thumb over his shoulder, “Everyone’s out back-!” You thanked him, and found yourself wandering around the outside of the massive guest house – you could already hear the sea and taste the salt in the air. Well if this wasn’t a place to die for, you weren’t sure what was. And Manny was right, you probably looked so out of your depth and also more than just a little lost because of course you didn’t recognise anyone, heck you didn’t even know what any of his family even looked like. So right now this felt like an extremely bad idea and part of you wanted to scramble back to your car and hide. Luckily, the man who invited you was also your saviour, and came racing across the dunes and grass just as you started to get funny looks. “Y/N!!” His yell of your name wasn’t exactly subtle either, almost like he was desperate to prove you existed. Danny’s sprint slowed to a jog, but he still grabbed you and you found yourself hoisted off the floor and into his arms. You laughed, and threw your own around him, glad to be reunited with the only person you knew so quickly. “Danny!” You squeezed him tight before he let you back to the floor, still holding you, “You got some explaining to do-!” “Eh, well, I…” He threw his arms wide, “I don’t think I could have accurately described it, you’d have needed to see it for yourself.” “I feel like I’m gonna be pretty underdressed.” You folded your arms, raising your eyebrows in significance, but Danny only scoffed; “Yeah, you’re talking to me, though. So don’t you worry about it.” He grinned, “Drink? In fact come with me…” He took your hand in his and your heartrate spiked, was he going for the ‘fake girlfriend’ thing? Because you weren’t sure you’d survive if he decided that meant he could kiss you. “I managed to wrangle you a good cabin, you’re not in three, and trust me you don’t want to be in three…” He led you into the house – and despite the breeze outside, the shade was cooling respite. “How was your trip?” Danny let your hand go and counted the keys hanging on the wall behind reception “AH, here’s you.” “It was a pretty good drive, yeah. How was yours?” He grimaced, “I mean it’s the bus right, how good can it be…” Then changed the subject, “Would you like a drink?” “Lemonade is fine.” He gave you a look that told you you could do better than that, “What?” “Lemonade?” “I said what I said.” He raised his eyebrows, “You know you don’t have to pay, right?” “I’ll drink enough tonight – thank you very much!” He smirked, “Well I’d hope so!” But then indicated over his shoulder, “Half of them are already plastered – you’re fine.” You scoffed, following him through into a quiet restaurant area; “I’d rather not be when I have to meet your parents for the first time.” Danny swept behind the bar, grabbing a glass and a bottle, and pouring; “You’re making this sound rather serious.” You spluttered, “You’re the one sweeping me off my feet and holding my hand.” His eyes held yours for significantly longer than they should have, inquisitive about your particular phrasing, and you felt yourself getting hot again. Considering Danny’s personality he didn’t push it, but you thought he might. Instead he crossed back to you and held your drink out; “Here.” He said gently, “Come on, I guess I better give you the tour and introduce you to some people before they think we’re up to something…” “Up to something?” You questioned before you could stop yourself, taking a sip – it was good lemonade and judging by the bottle he’d poured it from, homemade. “Yeah,” His smirk was back as he turned to you, “Making out or something…” Now he was just making you blush on purpose. You followed him back out into the hallway, and paused midway through your next sip, eyes flicking to the wall. You found yourself presented with many pictures of a family. His, you guessed. Very nearly floor to ceiling photographs, postcards and memorabilia; “Woah-!” You breathed, tracing over them again and again, before stepping forward to take a closer look at them. Danny brought himself closer to you, hands in his pockets. “OH yeah, that’s us.” He suddenly sounded very weary and you were sure he wasn’t about to want to start a conversation on this. But you were intrigued… and flicked from photograph to photograph before pointing at one in particular; “I assume that’s you?” “Uh huh.” Although he wore a slight grin, “Congratulations, Sherlock.” “Well.” You tapped the darker haired boy, “You could be that one.” “That’d be John.” “John.” You repeated, “John, Meg… Kevin?” and turned to him to check you were right, he nodded; “Sally and Robert.” “And Danny. I think he’s the most important.” You said it seriously, but he chuckled, “Aw’right, you’re good at this.” He nudged your arm, and for a moment turned slightly bashful. You didn’t think you’d seen a look like that on Danny before – and it surprised you, but you liked it. Suddenly you had yourself wondering how many times you could get something like that out of him this weekend. “And you grew up in this house?” “Yup.” He nodded, “I mean, I know what it looks like to you. You must wonder why I complain so much about it right?” His eyes moved over the wall, but you knew Danny wasn’t really looking at anything. “A little. But you have your reasons, you don’t need to tell me them. I believe you if you say you didn’t like it here.” His smile was thin, “Yeah. That’s an understatement…” Voice quiet as he sighed again, this time in discontent, before he took your hand back in his, eager to once again quickly change the subject; “Come on! No good staring at what they used to look like – you gotta meet ‘em as they are now!” But you pulled him back; “Danny – If I’m about to go meet them, you need to level with me here. You never really talk like you like them, I mean what do you want me to do!?” He sighed, looking back to the activities taking place outside; “I’m just… not my family’s biggest fan.” That much you knew, “So I’d quite like it if you didn’t tell me how brilliant you thought they all were… and, I guess I’d just like you to be careful around ‘em, and with what they say. They like being nice… My experience in this house just wasn’t.” You nodded, and squeezed his hand a little tighter to reassure him you’d do exactly that, “Okay. Well, I’m ready. Let’s meet ‘em.” Everything was okay until it came around to the ‘how did you meet’ question - because that wasn’t a story you were particularly fond of recalling, let alone telling anyone else about. Luckily you were a quick thinker and managed to spin another story of “meeting through friends” that wasn’t shy from the truth, but skirted it. Danny simply nodded along, but by the fourth asking of that question he’d adopted it as his own version of the truth. You seemed to have a good understanding – and knew each other well enough to play off yourselves. You supposed that looked like good chemistry to everyone else. John and his wife Diana were the nicest, Ben and Janey were their children and were also very sweet. You liked Meg and Marco, and Belle, and Sally also. At least Danny seemed to be surrounded by nice women – but you also remembered what he’d said and kept it at the forefront of your mind at all times. You trusted his judgement – and made sure to keep your hand in his as much as possible. Afterall, if he knew it or not, Danny was giving you your ultimate fantasy. But he knew who to bring you to – and what to say; he kept you comfortable, meaning you were warming to people, the situation, and dare you say actually having a great time. And he was laughing and happy, which you wanted to see most of all. However, you figured by time you all sat down for dinner the drinks he’d been bringing you were getting significantly stronger. And although you didn’t chide him for this, you knew one thing – it could go either way.

Standing to one side with mason jars (at this point you’d given up guessing what kind of alcohol, and how much you’d put in your system) Danny was a little closer, his arm across the part of the bar you were leaning your back against. Every so often his fingertips would brush your skin and your breathing would hitch; best believe he noticed that. And as you continued to talk and he leant in a little closer with every sentence, he began to formulate a plan in his head. John and Diana coming over to check on you provided him the perfect excuse to escape; and as he did so Danny’s lips brushed against your cheek. Were you a little more sober you’d have probably killed him right then and there; in your state, your string of words halted and your eyes flew wide. What the hell was he trying to do, kill you-!? When he came back your conversation was midflow; Danny wouldn’t have cared anyway but he cared even less now, taking your hand in his and tugging you. “Y/N! Lets go-!” “Wh- Go where?!” He tossed his head towards the ‘dancefloor’ “Come on!” “AGAIN-!?” You weren’t sure that was such a good idea, and you looked to John and Diana for help – none was really given, they were too busy laughing at you. “Yeah-! C’mon! I picked a song!” “You-?!” God, this can only end bad. You sighed “…Okay, okay…” But he barely gave you a chance to deposit your glass, before he was dragging you across the sand. Danny didn’t just want you to dance with him, though, Danny wanted close dancing. Pulling your hips to his, he kept his hands there and you blushed; “D-Danny!” “Hush, it’ll be okay. C’mon, dance with me.” You would protest that you already had, but your brain was just about fried, and you sighed instead, winding your arms around his neck. You bit your lip gently, dreading what song was going to start playing, and then almost laughed; “Luke Combs?!” “Something wrong with that-!?” “Lovin’ on you… Oh, God, okay-!” “Better not be anything wrong…” You didn’t realise it was possible for Danny to pull you closer, but he managed it, voice lowered to a growl against your ear that made you gasp. “No. It’s an interesting choice is all…” You swallowed hard; all too aware now of how much of him was pressed up against you; skin tingling at the feeling of him and his clothing. “Uh huh…” You noticed also that his hands were now a little more inappropriately placed as he swayed his hips with yours, and you were biting your lips harder, pushing your forehead against his as you moved your bodies in time with the music. His stare was a little intense but you were intoxicated by it, and if Danny was going to look at you that way, then you wanted his eyes on you all night. I like a Friday night slow ride, Brooks & Dunn B-side Hit rewind, spin it again. I like a strong shot of whiskey, the way a Marlboro hits me… It was unsurprising that Danny had also chosen this song for a reason, and you moved your hands from his neck, to his shoulders, sliding them to his biceps. You looked away from his eyes for a moment just to focus on anything these – the feel of him against you like this, and how you moved together perfectly. You couldn’t help your smile, and before long you were practically beaming. Wanting something like this wasn’t anything like it actually happening, but it could still have felt wrong. But it didn’t. It didn’t and you were elated - you didn’t miss his chuckle at watching you light up either. Danny’s hand moved up your back to hold you, so he could dip his head, kissing your cheek again, before pressing a couple into your neck. And this time when you gasped you did sound elated. But I’m in love, lovin’ on you I feel that rush soon as you walk in a room I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money I'm a junkie for your midnight moves I'm in love, lovin' on you You could barely keep it together enough to nudge him, but the niggle of how appropriate this was when his parents, and siblings (not to mention God knows how many others he knew), were here at least was still screaming at the back of your brain. He pulled back, eyes questioning – you gave him a simple shake of your head, not a No just a Not Now - but the affirmation that you still wanted him had you holding him closer; the wind of your arms around him and the way you placed your head to his, the way Danny leant into you, his fingers gripping the fabric of your dress at least told you both one thing – maybe you were only half lying here. You weren’t together, but you probably both wanted to be. You had chemistry and you thought with the way you were dancing that didn’t just end with your personalities – but physical chemistry too. The song was ending, you knew that, but now your hands were on the collar of his shirt and as he pulled you to him once more you had to push up on your toes. His lips were on yours and the kiss was hard – hands moving from your back, up and into your hair just to keep you against him. But Danny needn’t have worried, you didn’t want to let him go. I can't get enough of you, honey, you're right on the money… I'm in love, lovin' on you

But then you couldn’t keep your hands off each other, and you ran hand in hand giggling from the party pretty soon after that. One kiss wasn’t enough, and you should have known that when you were pulling each other in, but over here it was quiet and dark and you didn’t think anyone from the party was going to come looking for you. Danny pushed you up against one of the palm trees, lips on yours, hands on your thighs and climbing, you wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him ever closer as you made out – you were pretty sure you’d have some interesting bruises along your jawline, neck and collar bone in the morning but you didn’t care. He raised your body, but still had you pinned, hands under your dress now and cupping your ass. You shivered against him, and weren’t sure it wasn’t in anticipation – although again, something in the back of your mind nagged you. Even when you were intent on sighing his name. “Come with me…” He whispered it, “Come back to my room, Y/N… Come on…” Your breath hitched again, and the sigh against his lips was low; “Danny…” “Come on… No-one’s gonna know, come with me… please…” He dropped you back to the floor, tugging your hand. “Danny I…” “-Or we can go to yours, I don’t have a preference, but God, Y/N, baby… I just… I need you-!” You had no doubt at that, you could feel him when he was this close. But fear sparked inside you – he needed you now when he was drunk and desperate, and he’d just called you “baby”. What if he or you woke up tomorrow in each other’s arms and declared it all a huge mistake. No, you wouldn’t let him break your heart that way. “Danny, no. No! Please! Stop-! Wait! Listen to yourself!” “What-!?” He looked the most confused you’d ever seen him, “Don’t you want me-!? Wh…Why-!?” “Danny… Danny…” You laced your fingers with his to convince him that you DID want him; “I do… you have no idea how much I want you – but we’re drunk, this is not gonna end well!” “W-I.. I don’t understand.” You pulled him back you your lips on his once more, “Of course I want you… But I want to know that we are not going to wake up in the morning and regret it.” “Regret it?” He repeated, and you watched his face change dramatically; it hit you a little late that this man had probably spent a fair portion of his life being told his wasn’t wanted, and regret was a staple word. Your eyes flicked back to the party - and you wondered how many of them were back there. You pulled Danny back, kissing him again before he had a chance to say anything else, and you held him there. You squeezed his hands tight, lips gentle and sweet as you kissed the tip of his nose, and finally his forehead before settling back in the sand. “…Danny…” You held his face in your hands, “Listen to me, I want this… like you want this… but I’m just a little scared of what might happen after it.” Then you hesitated before taking the same leap he just had, “Baby, clear your head…” then you brushed your lips to his again, “And then we can think about meeting in your room.” You stepped back a few paces, holding his gaze to make sure he hadn’t misunderstood you. It was a long pause, but finally he blinked and like a shot of clarity, he nodded. And you knew Danny did understand (although he probably wouldn’t want to wait too long). You said goodnight and turned to walk back to your cabin, with him watching you go – but you didn’t get very far before you raced back, grabbing him into one last hot kiss. This time when you stepped back he was biting his lip; and those dark rimmed eyes were threatening to get the better of you again. You lowered your gaze, blushing, and this time when you said goodnight it was timid. And you knew as you turned away from him this time, that you’d just left a triumphant smirk on Danny Rayburn’s face.

*** You had a coffee in your hand as you opened up the door to your cabin the morning after the party – it had been a heavy night, but you didn’t feel too bad – you’d got out of dodge when you knew it was starting to get messy. You’d left Danny with nothing more than a (possibly) alcohol fuelled goodnight kiss, luckily you’d been just about sober enough to stop it from becoming anything else. But that man was temptation – and now he knew it. And he also knew you wanted to act on it now, which was even more dangerous. You wrapped yourself in a shawl - dark blue and white tie dye - it wasn’t particularly cold but the breeze off the sea gave the air a little chill, and you wanted to sit out with your coffee this morning. Although as you looked out on the horizon you didn’t even get to take a sip. But instead of standing around staring like everyone else, you immediately turned around and ran back inside. Danny Rayburn was lying on his front out on their pier. You assumed conscious, and sleeping – but judging by everything else rough night didn’t even cover it. He was naked; and even from all the way over here you could trace the curvature of his spine, and the definition of his muscles. He had strong arms and strong calves. You bit your lip gently; that brag of ‘strongest swimmer in the Keys’ probably wasn’t too far off the truth – you appreciated that Danny was an older guy, but he was toned and built well; you couldn’t fault that. You tore your eyes from him and looked back to the house, the crowd was only getting bigger; and now his mother was out on the grass. You found yourself glaring at them, immediately feeling for him; Oh yeah, like you haven’t had rough evenings where you wake up not knowing how the hell anything happened. You didn’t like that they were all clearly gossiping too – and you pushed yourself from the steps and across the sand. Oh, Danny… You almost ran the whole distance, hopping up onto the pier – he was at least breathing, you could tell that much. “Danny…” Your voice was gentle, “Danny…” You crouched first, then stretched your legs out, brushing your hand over his shoulder gently; “…Danny… are you awake?” “MMmmmm…” It wasn’t really a yes - more a grumpy noise to let you know he wasn’t a fan of being woken up at all. You pulled your shawl from around yourself and covered his body strategically – you weren’t about to give them something to keep talking about. You kept your hand on his shoulder for a minute. He wasn’t as cold as you were – sun already working on removing the chill from his body. You scanned the dunes for his clothes – but nothing, you’d worry more about that later. “Don’t move… you don’t have to move…” You ran a hand through his hair, tacky like he’d been swimming, and kept your voice low and gentle; “…Just let yourself wake up…” You wanted to, badly, but didn’t end up shooting a look back to the house. This was about you and him. Laying down on the pier on your back you sighed, and propped the bottle of water between you, and the pill packet. Danny shuffled around, groggily, attempting to push himself up onto his hands. You reached out to touch his arm; “No… No, no, just lie there… drink that, take this! Trust me you’ll feel better.” “Mhm.” He still wasn’t quite to full words, but fell back onto his front, twisting his head to you, before opening his eyes. You continued to look at the sky, trying not to blush at the thought that all that really separated you from his body was a thin rectangle of tie-dye fabric. It took Danny a few attempts to speak, but he finally croaked out a single word; “Why?” “Hush. And take your pill – drink too…” You looked across to him, “Your voice seems a little dry.” “Haha.” Although his laugh seemed to turn into a coughing fit “Okay, I deserved that.” You smiled, “Keep still. It’ll be okay…” This is really not comfortable…” He grumbled, “I’m just gonna…” Several joints clicked as he rolled onto his side, pulling your shawl with him and then onto his back, tying it around his waist like a towel. You chuckled, placing your hands behind your head and closing your eyes as he sighed gently, “That’s better…”

Danny watched you curiously – you’d left that question unanswered, and it was an answer he wanted to know. Last night was cloudy, but he remembered the feel of your body against his, the taste of your lips. How he wanted more than anything to pull you upstairs, or for you to pull him to your cabin. How you were far too sensible for that; but still might have given in if you were a little more drunk. Maybe it was best you weren’t though – Danny didn’t want you to wake up and regret him. He breathed out rather suddenly, finding that thinking about you was making heat rush to places that he’d rather it didn’t when he was essentially wearing nothing. He shuffled again, wondering how he was supposed to live this down – and glanced back to you; against his own advice, his eyes traced your body. Fuck! Danny! Stop! Don’t be a fucking idiot! You cracked open an eye and looked back to him; “If you tie it between your legs and around it’ll look a little like shorts, which’ll do before we can get you back to the house.” “You’ve done this before right?!” You grinned, “I’m just trying to help you.” “Uh huh…” he pulled his legs up and did as you’d said. Okay, very loose-fitting shorts, but he got the gist. And you were right, it would work. Danny smiled; “You’re really something you know?” Then smirked – and you flushed again before he’d even said anything; “But I wasn’t exactly hoping this was how you’d see me naked for the first time.” You very nearly choked; “Well, you were on your front so I…” “I can take this off if you’d rather.” “DANNY-!” You covered your face, but you knew it was already too late, you were bright red. He laughed – that clear bright loud laugh he had that you liked hearing so much. “Just shut up and drink your water!” “Well, can I sit up to do that, I don’t fancy taking a pill whilst lying on my back…” You pulled yourself up and held your hand out for his; “You gonna be okay doing that?” “I think…” But Danny let you help him upright – and then steady him; “God, that musta been really… really rough. Damn, I’m sorry.” “I had a good time…” You assured him gently, and rubbed his arm, “Don’t you worry…”

He picked up the bottle and sat in silence for a moment to take the medication, and you continued to rub his arm. You focused on his face, how the sun had brought out the freckles on his face and was highlighting the blue in his eyes. That blue was always so gorgeous, but against the backdrop of the sea in this sunlight it was something almost indescribable. You’d fallen for Danny a long time ago, you knew, all that desperate flirting – the way he’d tell you no one was good enough for you. Friendly but not friends, not friends enough to think you were going to ruin anything by making a move. And hadn’t the moves already been made last night? You wanted to call him yours, you wanted him to call you ‘mine’. Danny very nearly finished the water before he placed it back down on the wooden decking. And again sat for a moment in contemplation, knees up, resting his arms across them, chin on his arms - before taking a deep breath and turning back to you. He’d attempt that all important question one last time; “Why are you taking care of me!?” You smiled; “When I was younger I’d come home in any state, sleep on the couch… my dad always had a feel good pill and a bottle of water for me…” He wasn’t sure that was exactly the answer he was looking for, or a real answer. But then you tilted your head and your little smile grew; “I like you, Danny! It pays to be a nice person… Doesn’t it?” He stared at you, thinking like barely covered it – before laying his hand over yours, still resting on his arm. “Y/N… I…” He thought about hesitating, but you were both leaning into each other. You were aware you still had a small audience, but all you could really think was fuck them! Your lips touched, and you closed your eyes, grasping him tighter – a hangover kiss as a hangover cure? But sober, this wasn’t happening because alcohol was influencing it. You didn’t want to let go, and you didn’t want Danny to stop kissing you and soon his hands were in your hair and all you could think about was him pushing up against you the night previous. His sharp intake of breath told you that you weren’t the only one thinking it and he pulled away with a bashful laugh. “Geez, I’m sorry…” But you couldn’t help but giggle along, blush dusting your cheeks as your attempted to his in his arm; “It’s… okay. You’re not the only one.” That had him smirking again, which was exactly what you wanted “Ah, I bet not.” Your eyes met once more, and you had a funny feeling that you weren’t going to get away with staying out of his room for much longer... But you might just let him steal your heart.

#Danny Rayburn #Bloodline #Ben Mendelsohn #Danny Rayburn x Reader #Amanda! I picked your GIF :)#Expect Loving On You to pop up again for Danny #I really love the idea of singing it with him in a Karaoke bar...#Linzi Writes #smol bean drabbles #138 #*Liliana #reimagined #I don't have a lot to add... It's probably going to end up getting a follow up #Anniversary Week pt.1