danny mitchell

Nate: told you it would make sense

Nate: relax, i know you'd kill me if i hurt her

Nate: i know she's not just some girl

Danny: i'm not luke, i don't let shit like this slide

Danny: you can literally have any other girl in the world, not her

Jamie sighed, as he looked down for a while. “I’m not very good at baking, okay? Don’t judge me for that, I’m good at a lot of things, but baking a cake is not one of them.” He said with a sigh, shaking his head. “Fine, I guess you can stay, but can you at least help me bake this cake? You’re not just going to stand there and judge me like you always do, right?”

“So why bother baking then?” Danny furrowed his eyebrows, a smirk hinting on his lips. “You want me to help you bake? You’re bad enough at baking, I don’t think you need me making it worse,” he told the other. “Besides, I don’t always judge you, I don’t have time for that, plus, I honestly don’t care enough.” 

“But I took all day to bake that one, and I promise you, I’m not a good baker. As you can see.” He said, looking over at Danny with a pout. “Fine, I’ll just bake another cake. And you know that I’ve been through worse than this, I just don’t really see it as a big deal. But I guess you wouldn’t want your best friend’s brother dying.” He said and shrugged.

“All day?” he frowned. “What were you baking? Gold flakes?” He’d never heard of anyone to take all day to bake your average cake. “Please don’t almost set the place on fire again, I can’t have Luke going on about not taking the proper precautions- actually, maybe I should stay here and make sure you don’t die.” 

“What a bummer.” she responded back. “i thought every time i’ll fall you would be by my side.” gabi added cynically to her words. she’s always happy to see her ex around her, especially in situations like this. not really. “if that’s surprising, that’s not what happened.” gabrielle replied. “thank you.” she said not forgetting to be polite.

“You expect too much then,” he told her with a raise of his eyebrow. He knew that she was being sarcastic, but it was always fun to tease. “That’s not what happened? What happened then? Did someone step on your toe?” he asked her, but he was well aware that it would’ve taken more than that to do that to her leg. “No problem,” he replied, surprised that she was still able to be polite to him. 

“Lesson definitely learned. Next time I wanna cook when I’m tired, I’ll stick to the microwave.” Maria said with a chuckle. “Why would they get annoyed? You’re a firefighter. As pretty as your face may be, I’d prefer not to see you here again to put out a potential fire in my oven.” 

“That sounds like a good idea- or, maybe order takeout, that might be safer,” he informed her with a grin. “Oh you think I’ve got a pretty face?” he questioned with a smirk, picking up on the part of the conversation that interested him, although, he knew that he was attractive, there was no denying it in his eyes. 

“I’ll give that to you.” Kip mumbled, running a hand through her hair. She let out a laugh and shook her head. “I like a Big Mac as much as the next person. But no, I cook. Just…easy things, like dump meals in the slow cooker or whatever. …the oven scares me.”

“The oven scares you?” he questioned her, a frown forming on her face. “Wow, that’s something... you want me to show you how to use the oven? Although... maybe not with that oven, seems like it’s ready to go up in flames.” 

“Well, obviously that too. But also an older sibling,” she waved her index finger in front of her face in his direction, her eyes squinting in an ‘examination’ type of look. Hazel rubbed the back of her neck nervously. She wasn’t this foolish – at least not about her apartment. Perhaps other areas of her life, but never where she lived. It really was five minutes too long, sort of thing. “But if it was my fault and I know not to do it again, she really doesn’t have to know,” she shrugged, crossing her arms. Hazel knew that the right thing to do was tell her. But how? This was so reckless, how could anyone want to remain roommates after something like this. “I can get the oven checked out or whatever,” she paused, canting her head to the side, “–Do you know anything about ‘em?” she asked, “I mean, since you’re already here?” she asked curiously. 

He laughed, the man had never thought about it that way, he supposed he often relied on his experiences as an older sibling in his job, that’s why he was so good at it. “I understand that, but the fact that this almost happened, could mean it could happen again, so unless you want to risk there being another fire, I would let her know,” he informed her. There wasn’t another option in Danny’s mind. “Good,” he responded, making some final notes on his clipboard before looking down at her. “I know a bit, but I wouldn’t say I’m a professional oven repairer,” he joked. “You definitely still need to get it checked out after, but I can have a look to see whether there’s an immediate danger,” he told her. 

It took her a moment to understand what he meant, but when she did she scrunched her face up in disgust. Instead of replying to it she chose to ignore it, knowing he was trying to get a rise out of her. Having good manners sometimes meant simply putting up with other people’s bad manners. “The way I was raised. My morals and my standards, for one.” Georgia had her head held high. She thought it wouldn’t get worse than him touching the tiara but then he actually put it on his head, she couldn’t help but gasp in shock. Who raised this man? “You can’t do that.” Those tiaras were of high sentimental value to her. Walking over to him she tried jumping up and reaching for it to take it off him, but even with her heels she couldn’t reach it.  “Put it back. Now. I do not appreciate you messing with my things.” It took a lot out of her to try and remain calm.

“The way you were raised,” he repeated. The thought that this woman could actually believe that her morals were any better than anyone else’s was laughable to him. Her priorities were beauty pageants, his were saving people from the worst situations of their lives. He just thought it was ridiculous to think that standing up on a stage made any difference to the world. “I can do it, and I will,” he replied teasingly. He didn’t realise that the woman put this much value on the tiara’s, because to him they were pieces of metal. “I’m just having a bit of fun,” he replied with a grin. “You can have it back if you can reach it,” he told her, holding the tiara above her head, just high enough so she couldn’t reach it. “Go on then.” 

“I wasn’t asleep.” Rosalie defended herself when she really shouldn’t be. She shouldn’t have been anywhere near an oven in the first place. Rose should have stopped by Bake It Off to pick up some cupcakes instead of trying to make some herself. “I was simply resting my eyes. But if you really insist we don’t fall asleep with the oven on. Thanks Dad.” 

“Oh, so you weren’t asleep? That makes it even worse, were you just being careless?” he raised an eyebrow at the woman, he knew that she was lying, he knew that she hadn’t just been resting her eyes. “Dad? Woah, that’s a bit forward isn’t it?” 

“Mitchell–Miller..I don’t fucking give a crap.” He joked but knowing the other male wasn’t taking any of his humour. “Loook–I know. I know.” He groaned rolling his eyes. “Can you just give me a break? It was a mistake. People make mistakes.” He was a little tipsy from the whiskey he had drank. “You would have cried Danny, I mean losing your best mate, how could you ever cope?” He rest a hand on his chest dramatically. “Yeah..Yeah–” He muttered. “I’ve just been working alot..And haven’t been sleeping. Which leads to sleep deprivation…-” He sighed. “Are you okay?” Changing the subject quickly, not wanting to talk about his feelings.

Danny chose to ignored the first comment, any response would on lighten the mood and he wanted to make sure the other knew this was serious. “People make mistakes, yes, they do, but you gotta at least try not to make those mistakes,” he replied with a sigh. “I have a couple of others,” he told him, though of course, he would’ve been an absolute mess if this had been more serious. “No- don’t turn this on me. Rob, you can’t let yourself get like this. I know what it’s like to be committed to your job, but you’ve got to prioritise your health and safety. That’s important,” he told him.

“Have you never felt compelled to drink a bottle of red wine on your own! I reccomend it. You should do it.” She shot back smiling lightly; enjoying when he could wind her up. He was so attractive. “..I–” But the man turned it round and she let out a giggle; a childish little girl giggle. “Oh well-Yes..I’ve got another bottle. You can have the bottle–Or maybe just a glass..Yeah-” Breathe Flossie. She went into the kitchen pouring the male a large glass and passing him it. “..Okay..I’m glad…You can share a drink with me–Cheers!” She beamed as she clinked their glasses together. “God, I didn’t even realise I fell asleep. I was only meant to be having a glass!” She grinned. “Red wine drunk means I get sleepy–or giggly.” She started to giggle. “I blame you for that really.”

“I never drink red wine on my own, I like to share it,” his smirk widened. It was true, he’d prefer to stick to beer when he was on his own. The man listened to her giggle, one he heard often, one that never failed to make him laugh himself. “I’ll take whatever you’ve got on offer,” although, he probably shouldn’t drink more than a glass because he still had to get back to the station. He took the wine she was offering, raising his glass towards her with a smile. “Cheers,” he took a gulp of the liquid. “Hey, I get it. Just cook before you open the bottle next time, although, maybe getting called out here again, wouldn’t be the worst thing. You’ve got wine,” he smirked, taking another sip of the wine. “Blame me? How is that my fault?” he questioned, although, he knew exactly why. 

Nate: seeing as u hooked up with the bride before? makes this a bad idea

Nate: not really tbh, you know how crazy my last ex is and they told me not to bring some random chick that's gonna be in their wedding pics forever

Nate: it's not like it's a date, we're friends

Danny: maybe she's having second thoughts about the wedding and seeing me will make her mind up

Danny: alright, that makes sense to be fair

Danny: but I swear, if I hear that you've fucked around with her I will cut off your balls and enjoy it

Danny: I mean it Nate

Nate: yo, remember my buddy max's wedding next weekend?

Nate: i need a +1 so i was gonna ask mia if you're cool with it?

Danny: you didn't think i was good enough to be your +1?

it’s been a few days since gabi got her injury in her gym. one of the weights fell on gabi’s foot, it is not the best feeling a person could ask for. she had just left the pharmacy to take her medication. one of her crutches fell to the floor as she tried to open the door, she tried to reach the crutches as long as her back tried to hold the door. “oh come on.” She whispered to herself as she tried to reach the crutches. @shstarters·

Danny swooped in to grab the crutch for the person in front of him, but he hadn’t expected to see her. “Oh, it’s you,” he replied with a shake of his head, handing over the crutch. “You should be more careful, I won’t always be there to grab your crutch for you,” he told her with a small smirk, opening the door for her. “What happened? Try to kick someone in the face or something?” 

His words didn’t make much sense to her, since, weren’t these people suppose to comfort others? Sounds like this guy was a grouchy and and she definitely didn’t need the patronizing lesson. “Well, thanks for doing your job.” Now you can work on your people skills, because they suck, she thought, but decided it wasn’t worth saying it out loud. “You’re making your paycheck worth it.”

Danny sighed, rubbing a hand against his forehead, he knew that maybe he’d been a bit too harsh then, after all, she had just almost been involved in a fire, that was scary too. “I didn’t mean for it to come across like that, I’ve just seen a lot of stuff in my time, a lot of people who didn’t mean to get caught up in situations and have. I’d prefer if I didn’t get called out to you again.” 

“Oh, I know, I know. First time this has happened in the thirty years I’ve been alive - I doubt it’ll happen again.” Maria said with a wave of her hand. “I do appreciate ya coming out here and what ya do, though. I’ll be sure not to give you any more calls to this house.”

“Let’s hope not, I’d prefer not to be called out to your place again,” he told her. “Great, that’s what I like to hear. You’d be surprised at the amount of people who seem to get annoyed when I tell them that I’d prefer not to see their face again.” 

Jamie looked over at Danny and sighed, shaking his head when he saw that he couldn’t change his mind. This is why Nate was his favorite. “Fine, I see there’s nothing I can do to change your mind, just go ahead and tell Luke.” He said, crossing his arms. “And I know what I did, and I know I could have died, but I didn’t, did I? So I don’t see what’s the point of all of this. The worst part of all of this is that my cake got ruined!”

Danny finished writing up his paperwork, standing up from the chair and looking over at Jamie with his arms crossed over, he knew that Luke wouldn’t be pleased, but that wasn’t his problem, he’d want to know if it was Mia in this situation. “You can always make another cake,” he told him. “Plus, I’ve seen situations like yours that escalated quickly, people don’t realise that one moment you could be fine and the next you’re not. It’s that easy. If this didn’t scare you, then I don’t know what will.”