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rotandguts · 1 year

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✶ ┄ CRAZY TOGETHER

danny (evil dead rise) x fem!reader

summary: during a quiet lull on that tumultuous night, danny realises this may be one of the last few moments he'll ever spend with his best friend.

word count: 2.9k

warnings: 18+ mdni, nsfw, sexual content, masturbation (fem receiving), mentions of loss of virginity, mentions of panic attacks, possession and death. praise kink if you squint, bittersweet best friends to lovers. mentions of underaged drinking.

A/N: helllooooo, so this is my first ever fic on this blog wowowowowow i'm nervous. i hope you all like it bc i am DOWN BAD for this mfer. pls let me know what you think!! DANNY IS 18 IN THIS.

publishing date ― may 17th, 2023 | © rotandguts

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Through all the horror and dread that had inevitably arisen from the events of the past few hours, Danny would argue that despite the demonic presence lurking in the hallway - it was the guilt of his own actions that was currently feasting on his soul.

The noises from beyond the bolted door of apartment 85 had grown to a momentary halt, the initial attack keeping everyone still alive on edge. Bridget was in the living room temporarily calming her younger sister Kassie with promises of a doctor coming to help their mother, hesitancy evident within her voice as she struggled to believe the words coming from her own mouth. Her wound on her cheek - as much as she had tried to ignore it - was starting to ache. Beth had been raiding the apartment for something to help her hand that the quick relief of duct tape was unable to provide.

And all this because he found that stupid fucking book.

The thing that was making the empty sick feeling in his gut feel like a stab wound of his own, was your lingering presence in the corner of his room.

You were here because of him. Regardless of the book or not, if he hadn’t insisted you come over that night for pizza you would be sitting across the city in the comfort of your own home right now. You could’ve been with your family when the earthquake happened. Fuck, they don’t even know if you’re alive right now.

Beth could now be heard stomping around all the windows in the apartment, shouting to anyone that could hear her that they needed help.

“What the fuck are we gonna do, Dan?” Your timid voice snapped him from his internal ongoing panic attack. His gaze, still concerned, softened when you turned around to look at him. It had been the first time you’d spoken in a long while, your voice providing an almost immediate comfort to the blonde boy. He began biting his nails with furrowed brows, a habit you’d usually chastise him for.

“I don’t know.” He whispered, eyes still on you. Your hands were trembling. Your hands were fucking trembling because of him, the thought led him unable to look you in the eyes momentarily. Tears began to form as you clenched your fists, trying to fight the breathless in your chest as it began to truly sink in how much shit you were in. Your phone had long been out of battery, with Danny dropping his in the vault where he'd found that book. Neither of you had been able to comprehend the necessity of the devices a mere few hours ago.

You were both essentially isolated from the world as you knew it.

Danny sunk onto the bed, sitting upright with wide eyes and quick breaths. You couldn’t bare to see him like this. Sure, was there a part of you that was totally pissed off at him for tempting fate with that old vinyl? Of course. But hell, the worst thing you’d been expecting was tetanus, not satan herself cooking eggs in the kitchen.

You approached his hunched over figure, placing a gentle hand on his shoulder. He still can’t look you in the eyes.

“It’s gonna be okay.” You spoke with the same hesitance as Bridget in the connecting room. Danny was grown up enough to know otherwise, and yet still for a brief moment took solace in your words.

The mattress sinks beside him and when he turns you’re looking at him through wide, concerned eyes. Your clasped hands are still shaking, despite your best efforts to stop them.

His own hand hovers over them. You let out a breath you didn’t even know you were holding when he finally clasps your hands with his.

Eyes connect in the moment, his own drop briefly to look at your lips. They’re a little bloody from you biting them. Your tongue skates across them, letting the metallic taste fill your mouth. The smell leaking through the damp walls of the apartment itself after the bloodbath caused by Ellie outside.

You might both die tonight, he thinks. This could be it. All those years of friendship over because of him. In fact, he thinks it might be even worse if he survives and you don’t, because he’d be haunting the earth still searching for you at every corner in his life. He considers it for a brief moment, mentally punishing himself with twisted thoughts for the hundredth time that night.

Danny’s stomach drops at the thought of the immense unsaid in your friendship. Every lingering gaze and hand hold, every hushed secret and late night embrace under covers. He lived for those moments, but it was starting to dawn on him that they may remain just that. Fleeting moments of will-they-won’t-they peppering your decade long friendship, the what ifs of tomorrow darkening overnight.

He thinks about the first time he knew he loved you. It was your tenth birthday, a milestone. Your mom had intended on throwing you a lavish party and inviting all the kids in class with the little money she’d had. You’d never been one for showing off or making a big fuss and insisted you just wanted Danny there. The night was spent huddled together in fancy dress costumes, he was a pirate and you were a princess, telling each other spooky stories from the safety of the pillow fort your parents had helped build. He wished this nightmare they were currently experiencing was just that, a spooky story told under the flashlight lit fort.

He could still remember the close proximity you both sat in. The quiet, different from the buzzing playground, had allowed him the opportunity to see you up close. There was something in your words that made his heart beat faster, and when your bright eyes lingered on him while telling your stories he knew deep down that he wanted you to look at him like that for the rest of his life.

You were looking at him like that now.

“Do you remember that night we got home from Oscar’s party?” Your voice was barely a whisper, he almost thought he had made it up in his head. All of a sudden he was very aware of just how close you now were.

Oscar, a classmate and barely a friend, grew up in the richer part of the city. Everyone jumped for a chance to go to his parties for his large pool and the flowing liquor, you had both jumped at the opportunity.

“Yeah.” Danny responded after a beat, still taking the opportunity to inspect your face.

That night you had partaken in your usual drunk hand holding and cuddling, nothing too different from what you’d do sober but with an added possessiveness. You had danced with him like you wanted everyone to watch you together, to know that you were his and he was yours. In those moments, lips had lingered for moments too long at ears and mouths. But ultimately, the night ended with your usual walk home.

If Ellie, Danny’s mom, had known you both weren’t tucked safely in bed in your house she would’ve called a search party to track you down through every nook and cranny in the city. Luckily, you both ended your night in bed by 4am.

“Do you remember what you asked me?” Danny spoke again after a short moment of silence. You were looking at the floor now, your feet occasionally grazing his.

“Yeah.”

“Why haven’t you ever kissed me, Danny?” You asked, he thought you were teasing him but you showed no signs of mocking. Pensive, you rolled to face him. He was frozen in place. The lights were out in your room and your bodies, undressed to different extents that you were both familiar with during an after party sleepover, radiating an addictive warmth that made him want to hold on to you skin to skin.

“I didn’t know that was something you wanted.” His fists were clenched, he was still waiting for this to be a big joke.

“I want it.” The light from the moon illuminated some of your face. He licked his lips.

“Why didn’t we like, ever talk about it after?” If tonight was it, he needed to know. He needed to tell her. He’d rather she hate him and be alive and know than be dead and have the wasted opportunity follow him forever.

“I was scared, I guess - I thought you didn’t like it.” You shrugged.

Soft lips on your own, hands gripping your waist under covers. You’re using all of your self control to not grind yourself into him. The only evidence left of your night together were various lilac bruises scattered on your necks. But neither of you spoke about it. So it was never brought up.

“I liked it.” For the first time tonight since the earthquake, Danny softly smiled. Your eyes lit up, returning the smile to him.

“You never said anything-“

“Neither did you!” He countered, the smile giving away that he wasn’t actually angry. You smirked and rolled your eyes, “Touché.”

As much as it embarrassed you to admit at a time like this, your thighs were pressed together at the thought of you and him that night. Both of you had been virgins prior to the encounter

His left hand tangled through your hair as lips danced, you can still remember how you thought you had a temperature from the summer heat and the sweat coating you both. From his gentle, wordless persuasion of a soft push, you were on your back and his frame was on top pressing into you. By instinct, your legs wrap around his waist and pull him in. His hips grinding to your core, it’s so messy and quick but you can barely think because his other hand is traveling to your thigh to pull you in even closer.

He breaks away from the kiss to trace his thumb across your jaw and your swollen lips. Eyes blown out and wide, jaw slack at the sight of him. You’re spread out under him, the material of your crop top and shorts seemingly oh-so thin now that you’re in this position. Your tongue appears to softly lick the digit of his thumb, his eyes almost rolling back at the sensation. He can feel your thighs clench together around him, seeking a temporary relief from the throbbing between them.

He thinks he might die if he can’t feel it, if only for a second.

Removing the thumb from your mouth, your face immediately portrays your disappointment with a slight pout. Danny lightly smirks, lowering himself down again face to face with you. He reaches down to your thigh, trailing the inside of your leg.

“Can I feel you?”

“I think I’ve been thinking of that night every day since it happened.” He admitted, soft smile lingering. You could feel something stir inside you. Here he was, your best friend, in his oversized shirt and silver chain. He ran his hand through his hair. “I dunno. I just know that I can’t stop thinking about it. And you.” Danny continues.

There was a fucking demon outside the apartment door and quite frankly all you could think about was how badly you wanted that silver chain in your mouth.

Your hand reaches for his jaw, which grows slack at your touch, his gaze seemingly possessed by the thought of you. The summer night heat from that encounter stirred inside of you again.

“I think I’m in love with you.” Apprehensive, you continue to trace your thumb over his cheek, until following his jaw and lips just like he had done that night. “I think I’ve been in love with you for a long while.”

He was hypnotised under the touch.

“I love you too. I’ve always loved you. You’re my best friend, man.” Danny felt like fucking crying and you could tell through his voice. Was this a dream? Was that demon back to taunt him for all the time wasted?

He felt consumed by you, like in this moment his purpose was to do anything he could to make it all better. He leaned in to finally press a kiss on your lips, slow and still hesitant. You chase him for another when he pulls away, noses still connected and eyes closed tight.

You wanted to stay like this forever. His fingers laced with the hair behind your ear, grabbing a section and softly pulling. The involuntary moan that left your lips sent a shiver through him, he wanted more, more, more. Your neck was on display for him to reach down and attack with sloppy kisses and light teasing bites. He pressed himself against you, moving your back flat onto the mattress. His lips and tongue messy with your own, clashing to remedy the thirst for each other. Danny’s thigh pressing against your covered core, subconsciously leading you to grind against him.

“Danny, please-” When you were saying things like that, knowing that you didn’t know how much time you even had left together, he had to comply. It had felt so natural, it almost made him feel that guilty feeling again. Why hadn’t they just been doing this all along?

Lifting your skirt to expose the wet lace of your underwear, he asked the same question he did last summer.

“Can I feel you?”

Without hesitation you nodded, guiding his hands through the waistband. “Shit,” He paused for a second, raising his fingers back up to his mouth, spitting on them before returning them to their previous position.

The electric feeling of him on her clit, foreheads pressed together and eyes connected could make anyone forget about the horrors happening beyond the sanctuary of the doors to his room. His fingers filling you, curling and strumming to a syncopated beat, reacting only to your stirring beneath him.

“You’re so fuckin’ wet babe,” He was amazed at the feeling itself, your slick softness. You choked out a gasp, you groping him in an attempt to give him the same ineluctable pleasure he was giving you. He was too preoccupied with you to worry about anything he might be feeling, not when he was the one that got you in this situation. And besides, hovering over you when you looked this fucking good with his fingers stuffed inside you, that was more than enough for him.

“You’re so good, such a good boy.” He quietly whines at your words, pressing rough kisses to your neck again.

You tug his hair back to grant yourself a better look at him. His other hand wrapped around your neck, not restricting your breathing but still lightly grabbing it. When he could tell you were about to make a loud noise, the same hand swiftly moved to cover your mouth. Your eyes wide with his, silently watching each other desperate to moan.

The silver chain resting on your chest, its cold metal grounding you in the moment. “So fuckin’ pretty,” He murmured, still so preoccupied with the feeling of filling you.

“Needed you for so long Dan,” He bites his lip as his pace grows quick, your fingers finally finding their way around the chain that was taunting you all night.

“Thought about you every night. Couldn’t stop thinking about how fuckin’ wet you were.” It was true, in the shame of their last encounter he hadn’t been able to get her out of his mind. Not when he’d been thinking about it for half his life. “Still so so wet baby.”

Looking at his arms, his tattoos and veins. The way they moved in and out of you, the glint in his eyes as he watched his own work. The overwhelming view and feeling lead to the inescapable wave. “Fuck, Dan, I’m gonna-”

And with that, he holds you tight as you hit your orgasm. Your hands fly to his hair and shoulders, trying to remain grounded as your back arches. “Fuckfuckfuck-” You try your hardest to whisper, but your heart is pounding and all you can feel is the dizzying sweetness of Danny all around you. You have to remind yourself that this is real, you’re real.

He watches you, your heavy breathing providing the soundtrack to the moment. He pressed a light kiss to the top of your breast that was on show from the top you were wearing, before moving back up to place a kiss on your lips. Lying beside you, staring into your eyes with a warmth you’d always thought was unimaginable but realising that it had always been there. It has always been him.

So for that moment, you just lay there. And yeah, there was still so much unsaid regarding their long friendship. But for now, in the uncertainty of the night, they’d managed to say enough. For the first time since finding that book, Danny would feel optimistic about the future, despite all the shit going on with his mom. For a second it felt like they could really do this, they could really be fine. If only they could make it to tomorrow, then everything else could be resolved. He could apologise to Bridget, he could ask you out on a real date. You could let your parents know you were alive, you could fix the mistakes of last summer and go all the way again with Dan instead of pretending it never happened.

Unfortunately, as optimistic as they currently were, tomorrow would not come for either of them.

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oconnells · 1 year

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morgan davies evil dead rise bts

#morgan davies #danny #evil dead rise #evil dead rise bts #evil dead

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jigsaw-copycat · 1 year

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Honestly, I can't express how happy it made me when I got home from watching Evil Dead Rise (great fucking movie) and realised Morgan Davies who played Danny is trans. It was so fucking cool to see a trans actor in a mainstream horror movie - not to mention the fact his character was allowed to just be without them making his transness a big deal. It made me feel so seen and excited and pumped up as a trans Evil Dead fan. He did such an amazing job - I loved Danny sm.

#Evil Dead #Evil Dead Rise #Danny Evil Dead Rise #Morgan Davies

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mimilogoff · 7 months

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you're my music

song: the night we meet

warnings: angst to fluff?, violence, death(not Danny nor you)

"I want to show you something," Danny said as he guided me to his room and locked it. "okay.....what is it?" I said squinting my eyes at Danny, grabbing my hand he dragged me fast in front of his work table, and then I saw the demonic-looking book. "Danny.... what's this, where did you get it from?" I asked with concern, I had a little hobby in the field of witchcraft and I already knew that whatever this was, wasn't good." That's why I called you to come over! I told you there was an earthquake!" he said while looking at you with that look that I knew too well, he wanted to do something with that book, something you wouldn't like not one bit. "Danny, how did you find it?" you asked with concern visible on your face. "when I was in the garage with those annoying rats, the earthquake came, and after it, I saw that there was a hole and went to check. You should have seen what was inside, it was like an ancient bank, but anyway, after I got inside I went a little bit ahead and saw a dark room with many crosses and coins hanging from the roof-" I stopped Danny from his paragraph with grabbing the book and putting it inside the cover it came with. "were going to place it back where you found it from" I said with my hands visibly trembling, this was a demon book, something none should ever touch. "but mom won't let me out tonight" Danny looked at me with that piercing look of his, oh how I wish I could kiss those lips...get yourself together! you mentally slapped yourself then sighed in frustration. "tomorrow first thing in the morning you're returning that book!" I told him with a stern voice. "but I could sell it for a good price!" Danny compromised with me. "no, Danny! this is very dangerous!" Danny looked at me with sadness in his eyes then he snapped "You don't know anything! The money I would sell this for would be a blast for Mom! you would never understand!" I let him finish and without a word, I went out, he did not even bother to follow me or say sorry, no, not a word. I hope he at least will follow what I told him. As I was walking home to my cold and dark appartament I had one of the worst feelings, should have I not left? ... ... ... Its his choice! I warned him! I continued to ramble to myself till I arrived at my appartament. Going to the bathroom i looked myself in the mirror, what is he doing right now, is he thinking about me how I'm thinking about him? nah, no way, he surely doesn't even care about me, literally forgot about me, I tell myself as I walk into the shower, while washing my face i couldn't stop thinking about Dann, is he good? is he sleeping? my mind couldn't stop thinking about it, about him, what is he doing? is he thinking about me like im thinking about him? at least 10 precent? no way could he ever... i keept telling myself the same thing till i somehow found myself in the kitchen making some tea. 3AM read on my phone, oh dear lord how did time pass that fast? i continued as i was making my way to the bed ploping in it and dozing off in an instant.

RING!?

I shot my eyes open searching for my phone and looking at the contact...Danny? at 5AM? I answered, ready to scold him for calling me so early in the morning but I got interrupted by rapid breathing and hearing him scream at the phone for me to open the gates to the building I lived in, as I was rushing to press the button to it I heard him scream about his mom going crazy and all his family going crazy then I heard him running up the stairs to the 4th floor where I was so I opened the door and ran downstairs towards him when I saw him all bloody with his left arm covered in blood and visibly stab wound i=I helped him upstairs to my apartment and when I got him inside I locked the door as he kept shouting too, and started to undress him from the top to see the wound, not calling the ambulance as he said that he doesn't want to. "what happened?!" I asked him while searching in the kitchen for a pair of scissors without letting him answer I went into the bathroom to find the med kit then ran back to the kitchen almost slipping and starting to rapidly and messily throw everything on the table to find the disinfectant "tell me what happened?" I asked the second time a little bit calmer so as to not alarm him even more "Bite my shoulder if it hurts too much you'll tell me later what happened." I said as I started pouring the disinfectant on his wound making him scream and bite my shoulder making me wince in pain but I continued pouring, after making sure I got it clean I bandaged it as good as I could, his shoulder, arm, then locked it with a piece that went around his other shoulder. I sigh as I sit on the chair next to his handing him a glass of water. "now, tell me what happened." I asked as my hand went to his tight comforting." I.....I...I opened that damn book...and- and-" he began then got interrupted by his own sobs, I already knew what happened." did someone remain alive?" I asked as I looked at him sobbing not wanting yet to hug him, I had to know the truth. "yes Kassie and Beth, but They remained inside To kill it, I... I couldn't help and I just ran, it's all my fault-" he continued to sob then I hugged him. "Let's go to bed so you can lay and rest, you had a long night," I told him as I got up and helped him get up then he looked at me panicked "What's wrong?" I asked him then he shock his head and kept on saying that he didn't deserve to go to sleep and wake up, I then only realized how bad he actually felt "Oh Danny... come to bed, you deserve it, you're alive for a reason, stay alive for me, please." I beg as I look at him with pure love. He nods and grabs my hand as he lets himself dragged to my bedroom. When I let him sit after helping him to get his pants down and wash himself in the bathroom next to my bedroom I help him get the pajama pants he left over other times he came. I help him lay in my bed and as I go to the other side to go under the blankets too he grabs me with his right arm "Can you cuddle me...please?" he never asked me for physical touch, not saying a word I gently take him in my arms and make sure he's comfortable, with his head on my chest.

Before falling asleep he muttered something, something that will allways remain with me

"I love you.....please never leave me"

I kiss his forehead and whisper I love you, even tho he will never know how truly I love him, for how long I loved you, you will never leave me, you have nowhere to go, you have no one. I say to myself as I watch him sleep, oh how id do anything for you, my love.....

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myersesque · 11 months

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evil dead rise is a true test of who supports not only trans rights but also trans wrongs !!!

#og #horror tag #evil dead rise #evil dead #evil dead rise danny #danny evil dead rise

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epiilogues · 8 months

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NO WAY HE'S THE SAME PERSON

#one piece live action #one piece #morgan davies #evil dead #koby one piece #danny evil dead rise

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onichangiri · 11 months

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i want more danny (evil dead rise) x reader ༼ಢ_ಢ༽

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ihatemen55 · 11 months

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we’re finally getting danny evil dead rise fanfiction and i am so happy!!!!

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writing-rat · 4 months

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Danny's School Days

Pairings: Ellie and Danny, Bridget and Danny

Content: Transphobia, Use of the word tranny, non-graphic violence

Summary: Danny gets bullied at school for being transgender. He keeps it hidden until Bridget finds out and tells their mom, knowing that Danny won't.

WC: 1834

Inspired by: @redhaireddeadite My Name's Danny

“Danny,” the teacher called out during registration.

“More like tranny,” a student sneered out. As much as Danny tried to take it in stride and act like he wasn’t bothered, he couldn’t stop the tensing of his shoulders and how he hunched over slightly, showing his weakness to his bullies. He was only glad Bridget wasn’t in his classes as he managed to always hide out at lunches and breaks, mostly in the disabled classrooms on the 3rd floor that no one would use for a bathroom usually.

The teacher didn’t even do anything, as usual. It was his English class after all and he was transphobic himself. The only teacher who punished the bullies (if they were in his class or he heard it in the hallway) would be his music teacher. His favourite teacher. In fact he even gave him a birthday and Christmas gift. For one of his birthdays, he got a Metallica vinyl for the album ‘Metallica’. For one Christmas, he got a Domino's gift card for him and his whole family. He understood Danny, and he accepted him. Hell, he let him stay in his room now and then for lunch. They talked about anything and everything. Family, music, games, food and even movies.

He wasn’t in the music class however and he was sad about that. The teacher even smirked at the joke. As the class proceeded, a paper ball was thrown at him. He was scared to open it but he did so anyway. ‘Tranny Danny crying in the female bathrooms because she’s just an attention whore’ he read. He was just glad his deadname wasn’t out to everyone. “Danny! No passing notes out,” the teacher scolded. “Detention tomorrow after school,” he informed, glaring at him. Danny just glared back. He bit his tongue as he hurriedly packed his bag and rushed out of the class, tears brimming his eyes. He was making his way to his music class to try and take a break. His teacher gave him his schedule after all and he knew he was free.

That was at least until he bumped into Bridget, who had just exited the bathroom. “Shit Danny! What are you doing out of the class? Aren’t you golden boy?” she teased, not realising the tears yet… not at least until she looked closer. “Are you ok? Is your binder hurting you? Or is it bullies?” she added, concerned and rubbing his shoulder.

“Just… the binder. Yep,” he mumbled, but he knew that Bridget could read him like a book.

“Yeah right! It’s some bullies, isn’t it? Who are they?” she practically growled.

“No one. Look, I can handle it, ok? I just… need a break,” he responded then quickly left. Bridget just watched him and thought. She would keep an eye on him now, and find out who. She debated telling their mom but decided not to immediately. She wanted to find out who first so their mom could tell them off. That would work.

It had been a few days since that incident, and Bridget was noting everywhere where her brother went and even looked at his schedule, seeing who was in his classes and all that. She felt like Sherlock Holmes! That day, however, she was walking with Danny to his locker, chatting about the most recent movies he might like. She had saved up pocket money so the whole family could watch a movie, even their little sister who was 7 years old. “Yeah, we can watch that,” he commented, his voice cracking. He had just started testosterone at age 17, and he felt more comfortable in his own skin. Hell, he was on the waiting list for top surgery. They made sure he would be over 18 when it was scheduled for.

As he opened his locker, embarrassed by his voice crack, a note slipped out and Bridget quickly grabbed it and read it. ‘Watch your back’ it read. She immediately felt protective and handed it to Danny. “If anyone hurts you, call me or message me,” she spoke adamantly. Danny widened his eyes and then nodded to agree. Bridget knew now to follow him whenever she could and see who was watching him with a potential threat. That started from now.

Classes were over and it was now lunch. Due to Bridget watching Danny, she knew where he was. He would be on the third floor in the disabled bathroom. Eventually, she reached the third floor after multiple sets of stairs due to being on the ground floor and she was tired. That didn’t last for long before she heard a fight on the third floor. Every teacher was in their lunch break in multiple places so no one could hear it except her. She immediately ran over and saw 3 people. She took a quick photo, hoping it was good and was starting to fight them too. “Leave him alone!” she even yelled and pushed them off before punching. Now she was the target but once they heard more footsteps coming, and lanyards, they quickly ran off.

Danny meanwhile was laid down, a cut lip, his arms bruised as well as his ribs and a bleeding nose with a potential black eye. The teachers quickly helped, Bridget explaining the situation as well as the note. At least they were taking it seriously. They however wouldn’t tell his mom, and Bridget knew for sure that Danny wouldn’t, even after this. She would do it tonight though…

Dinnertime came and went, and Bridget still hadn’t told. Their mom hadn’t seen the extent of his injuries, just his black eye which he was thankful for. He said he got it in PE which Ellie understood and told him to be careful. Currently, Danny was in his bedroom, playing his vinyl and reading a few comic books. Kassie meanwhile was in her room playing with her toys. “Mom?” Bridget called out, knocking on their mom's bedroom door. She knew that she was just reading after all. “Come in dear,” she responded, sitting up and putting her bookmark in her book as she put it down, her reading glasses on top.

“I’m concerned about Danny,” she explained, sitting down. “He’s being bullied. I bumped into him a few days ago and he was crying. I could tell it was bullying. He also got a note in his locker today to watch his back and then at lunch I saw him being hurt, I got a photo of the boys,” she added when she saw Ellie’s intrigue then handed the phone over to show the photo. Her eyes practically went red. “Thank you for saying and showing, baby. Can you send it to me please?” she asked. Bridget nodded, knowing Ellie would intervene finally.

It was only a matter of time.

It was their first-period class when the speaker was used. “Danny and Bridget Bixler. Please come to the principal’s class,” it spoke. Danny was confused as he packed up his stuff, trying to ignore all the eyes on him that were already judging his injuries. He slid his bag on before he wandered over to the office, seeing Bridget had arrived already. “What’s up sir?” he asked the principal, scrunching his nose in confusion.

“We have been told that you have been bullied and fought. Is it true?” he asked as Danny sat down after hugging his mom.

“No,” he lied.

“Well… the proof speaks differently. So please explain, what is going on?” he asked.

“What proof?” Danny asked, seeing if he could justify it.

“The notes and the picture that Bridget has of the fight,” the principal explained. Danny tensed.

“Oh… just, a few bullies. Transphobes, all that business,” he spoke, looking away from everyone and everything, just gazing at a wall at this point.

“And who are they?” the principal pressed.

“Please Danny,” Ellie spoke quietly. “Please say. No one hurts my son after all,” she added, going next to him and rubbing his back. He closed his eyes. “Their names are Joseph Horton, Chester Yates and Zak Stokes,” Danny finally admitted, his mom's pleas working.

“Thank you. Now, you both can have the rest of the day off. We will deal with this,” the principal spoke. Ellie was annoyed they didn’t say what they’d do. “Do what?” Ellie asked, demanding an answer.

“Well…” the principal spoke, his mouth opening and closing just like a fish. Danny looked at the 2 of them as well as Bridget. “If it was me I would expel them!” Ellie added.

“We will talk to them first and suspend them depending on what they’ve done. If there are more instances then we will expel,” the principal spoke. “That’s all?” Ellie asked before Danny intervened. “Mom. It’s ok. I bet they’ll learn their lesson. Please… calm down,” he spoke gently. Ellie calmed down at that, closing her eyes and counting to 10. “Ok. Let’s go. We can do whatever you want kids,” she spoke. Bridget smiled. “I’m happy to just stay home,” Bridget shrugged out and went to the door. “Let you 2 hang out,” she added then left as Ellie was about to rope her into an activity. Danny just smiled, happy to be with his mom.

That day they had decided to go to the local fair and then go to the shops and have a look around. Hell, they even got stuff for Danny’s favourite meal. It was around 10 pm now, and Danny was tired, but he was wanting to speak to his mom. “Mom?” he knocked on the door.

“Come in baby,” Ellie spoke. Danny opened the door, seeing his mom in bed, book and glasses on the side.

“I want to thank you for today. For… standing up for me, not being mad about how I lied about bullying and also having a day with me,” he spoke, smiling. “Oh, it’s no problem, sweetheart. And I can’t ever be mad at you, even with all the loud music you play,” she joked. Danny couldn’t help the chuckle that slipped out. “How’s the testosterone working?” she asked. “Good so far,” he spoke, rocking on his feet at her door. “You can come in you know. And no side effects?” she asked. Danny went and laid down next to her.

“No. None at all except the embarrassing voice cracks,” he spoke. As if on cue, he had a voice crack while talking about them. Ellie laughed. “That’s good then,” she finally spoke.

“Hey mom… can I sleep with you tonight?” he asked shyly. Ellie just nodded. “Thank you,” he spoke, getting under the covers as he was in his sleepwear already.

“It’s no problem,” she spoke, holding him safely as she saw how he had lifted his arms a bit then stopped and hugged himself. Danny smiled, tears in his eyes. “Just promise to tell me if something is wrong, ok? I want you happy,” Ellie stated. Danny nodded. “I promise,” he spoke, cuddling her back.

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