#danny markowitz

lessons in art history — @gracieheartspedro

boo? — @eagerbby

stormy — @hiddndaydreams

the plug — @belokhvostikova

twice a day — @eddiesvixen

gasoline — @chelseeebe

forbidden fruit of desire — @frombeyondthegravez a reread and one of my favs🩰

amorem — @eddiesxangel

when she was bad — @elegantpaperoperatormaker

valentine — @for-your-modesty-dude

stevie doesnt know — @vingtetunmars

orange peel skin — @hellfire--cult

grease and glances — @bower-quinn

the nanny — @eddiesxangel

take me to the lakes series — ^

the needle, and the damage done series — @keeryhours

wanna be yours — @eddiemunsonsbabygirl

she fuckin’ hates me — @littlexdeaths

run, alice, run — ^

scotty doesn’t know — ^

celebrity skin — @cacoetheswriting

it’s a recipe for disaster series — @littlexdeaths

special delivery — @rebelfell

made for lovin’ you — ^

baby moon — @eddiesxangel

this summer is the apocalypse series — @rebelfell

gym!eddie — ^

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celebrity skin — @cacoetheswriting

steve

he’s and idiot — @mild-lust

shoots and scoops — @munsonify

save room for us — @maroon-cardigan

ain’t it fun — ^

christmas affairs — ^

the prophecy — @munsonsmixtapes

not a fair fight — @pascallftv

strange love — @littlexdeaths

lost love — @nicolewritesthings

hell hath no fury like a buckley — @wonderlandwalker

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the shape of family — @skeltnwrites

steddie

the slut, the prince, the freak — @maroon-cardigan

why pick one? — @catherinnn

billy

friendly competition — @buckysgrace

lazy sunday morning with your man — @shes-an-odd-bird

are you drunk enough to fall in love — ^

keep it down, baby girl — ^

you — ^

favourite thing you love to do — @billys-pretty-babe

robin

fever pitch — @littlexdeaths

gareth

slumber party crazy — @the-witty-pen-name

corroded coffin fest spring break series — @the-unforgivenn rlly cute one

COD — GHOST ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ່࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏

made with love — @munsonsmixtapes

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when you need me the most — ^

not just a neighbour — @the-witty-pen-name

WARFARE ̸̇̎/̸̄̿̅̎̎̅͆ ͆͆͆͆̔̿͞ ͆̅̿̄͞ ̿ ̄̇̿̚ ̎ ̎͆

sam

coming home to you — @keeryhours

GLADIATOR II +==[:::::::::::::::::::::>

emperor geta

both arms cradle you now — @keeryhours 🥹🥹

FRED HECHINGER ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

danny markowitz

first time — @punkrockmlchael

Valentine's Day was just another stupid day. A stupid Hallmark holiday that thrived off of consumerism and emotions. It made those in relationships more annoying and those single more sad. There was no in between—people either loved the holiday or hated it. And unfortunately for your-single-and-never-able-to-find-love-self, you hated it.

You hated everything about February 14th, and working at a bakery just made the shitty holiday drag on. Tons of people came in during the morning rush, looking for the best treat to get the love of their life! And during that rush, you stood behind the counter with a fake smile on your face giving opinions on baked goods while wanting to scream in the walk-in cooler at the top of your lungs. The day dragged on with more customers needing something sweet for their lover, more heart shaped donuts that needed that annoyingly bright pink frosting and heart shaped sprinkles added to them and more couples snuggling up to each other in the booths, sharing sweet treats and sweeter words.

When the clock finally struck five, you were the first one to grab your personal belongings and the extra donuts before sprinting to you car to get home and spend time with your best friend, Danny. The two of you had been best friends since childhood and both sucked at the whole romance and relationships thing. This holiday in particular was one that made you both just want to order some pizza, watch horror movies and fall asleep on the couch together while ranting about your past love attempts… and that was exactly what you had planned to do when you got home.

On the way to your car, your phone buzzed with a message from Danny.

Dans!: hey gorg, i hope work went well! i ordered us some pizza and cheesy bread, should be here when you get home! :) also happy shitty hallmark holiday that makes people spend way to much on chocolates and teddy bears. i grabbed some wine from the store, and that new horror movie you've been wanting to watch is now streaming! i'll see you and your pretty face home soon, okay? <3

You smiled at his text, your face flushing red at it and his words. Danny was always a flirt, a natural one who didn't know how to use those skills when he needed it, but he always meant well. Always. It's just that sometimes his words got you a bit more flustered than you wanted to admit.

You: hey! work was ok, i guess. i was able to snag some of your favorite donuts, though! you know… the custard filled ones with chocolate frosting!! just that today they're shaped like little hearts… gross. anyways, i'll be home soon, okay? can't wait to just have some pizza, wine and sit back to watch a movie with you

You texted him back quickly, before starting your short trip back to your shared apartment.

During the entire drive your heart was pounding with anticipation, nervousness and excitement. For some reason, these chill and fun nights alone with Danny always made you smile uncontrollably and your heart flutter with longing and desire.

The nights when you would be seated beside each other on the couch, thighs touching or legs tangled over each other as you shared that handmade quilt his grandma had made for him. The nights when your hands would brush against each other, the feeling of skin on skin electric as you both took the time to pull away. The nights when you just wished he would lean in and finally close the distance and kiss you like there was no tomorrow, finally confessing all of the feelings and emotions that you both held so deep and hidden from the other. The nights when the lingering looks you shared as you both went off to your respected bedrooms meant more, and you were in turn making your way to his room with him or he was making his way to your room with you. The nights when you wished you were waking up beside him the next morning.

You fumbled with your keys, struggling to unlock the front door of your apartment with a sigh. The day just could not end soon enough. After pushing the door open and stepping inside, you were met with the scent of pizza and also freshly baked cookies. Of course, Danny always got those little break and bake sugar cookies every time he went to the store.

"Hey! How was work?" Danny asked, carefully retrieving some items from your hands.

"It was work," you sighed, smiling at him. "How was your day?"

"Oh, the same old. Visited grandma, ran to the store, you know. All of the fun things I usually do in my spare time. Pizza is on the counter, wine is poured in glasses. Why don't you go change and I'll start the movie?"

"You're the best, truly." You smiled, retreating to your bedroom to change. When you opened the door, you were instantly caught off guard as a vase of various colored roses sat on your dresser. The red, pink and white roses were arranged perfectly in a vase, a small card with your name on it sitting in front.

You picked the card up carefully, opening it before reading the contents inside. Danny's messy and slanted handwriting sat there, staring back at you.

"I know it's nothing huge, but you deserve something nice on Valentine's Day. I saw these flowers and thought of you—they're so pretty, like you. I hope you enjoy them and they make you smile and make your day brighter. Because that's what you do to me."

You closed the card, holding it close to your chest as a smile formed on your face. You shuffled back to the kitchen, watching Danny make you both plates of food from the doorway.

Maybe Valentine's Day wasn't so bad after all, at least, not with Danny by your side.

❝One More Year❞ ✧ 2.2k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Quinn Mossbacher ✘ Ellery Hopper (f!oc) For Quinn and Ellery’s last Halloween before college, they decide to get at least one more year of trick or treating in before they’re officially ‘too old’.

❝Witching Hour❞ ✧ 2.6k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Isaac ✘ Wisteria Mullins (f!oc)

❝I Can Be Who I Want to Be... And Seeeexy❞ ✧ 1.9k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Quinn Mossbacher ✘ Sunny Henderson (f!oc)

❝The Perfect Pumpkin❞ ✧ 2.6k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Daniel Markowitz ✘ Ellery Hopper (f!oc) Danny and Ellery gather apples for pie-making and pick out a pumpkin to carve. While carving their pumpkin, the topic of getting an apartment together comes up.

❝Our Place❞ ✧ 2k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Daniel Markowitz ✘ Ellery Hopper (f!oc) Danny and Ellery hand out candy on Halloween from their new apartment, prompting talk of future children.

❝She Reaches From Beyond The Grave❞ ✧ 2k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Simon Kalivoda ✘ Sunny Henderson (f!oc)

❝Lucky Black Cat❞ ✧ 2k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Emperor Caracalla ✘ Ahava Magna (f!oc)

❝Fan the Flames❞ ✧ 2k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Jason Hochberg ✘ Ellery Hopper (f!oc) A game of ‘Never Have I Ever’ around the bonfire leads to the other counselors teasing Jason for never having been to make out point, so Ellery decides to rectify that.

❝Treat Yourself❞ ✧ 1.8k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Simon Kalivoda ✘ Sunny Henderson (f!oc)

❝A-maze-ing Jason❞ ✧ 2.8k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Jason Hochberg ✘ Ellery Hopper (f!oc) Ellery and Jason take the campers on a hayride to the corn maze and decide to come back later that night for some alone time, but little do they know, something or someone else is lurking in the maze.

❝Scary Stories to Tell in the Dark❞ ✧ 2k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Jason Hochberg ✘ Stella Creel (f!oc)

❝Just Like a Horror Film❞ ✧ 2.6k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Simon Kalivoda ✘ Win Lewis (f!oc) Win and Simon’s Halloween movie marathon starts out normally, only for their night to take a drastic turn, throwing the couple into a scene right out of a horror film.

❝Just My Type❞ ✧ 3.8k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Josh (Alex Strangelove) ✘ Sunny Henderson (f!oc)

❝Kickstart My Heart❞ ✧ 4.5k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Seth Warshavsky ✘ Calypso Lee Bass (f!oc)

❝21 Candles❞ ✧ 2.7k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Seth Warshavsky ✘ Calypso Lee Bass (f!oc)

❝Latex Love❞ ✧ 1.1k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Simon Kalivoda ✘ Sunny Henderson (f!oc)

❝You're My Birthday Wish❞ ✧ 4.1k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Daniel Markowitz ✘ Ellery Hopper (f!oc) While Danny’s family prepares for his surprise party, Ellery’s tasked with keeping him out of the house until party time.

❝Come Light The Menorah❞ ✧ 1.3k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Simon Kalivoda ✘ Sunny Henderson (f!oc)

❝First Shabbat❞ ✧ 1.4k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Daniel Markowitz ✘ Ellery Hopper (f!oc) Ellery wants her first Shabbat since converting to be perfect, and Danny couldn’t be prouder.

❝Two Men and a Baby❞ ✧ 1.2k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Emperor Caracalla ✘ Ahava Magna (f!oc)

❝Heartthrob❞ * ✧ 1.1k cowritten with @super-unpredictable98 ↪︎ Simon Kalivoda ✘ Sunny Henderson (f!oc)

❝Mister Employee of the Month❞ * ✧ 1.6k ↪︎ Simon Kalivoda ✘ Win Lewis (f!oc) Win comes to visit Simon at work and congratulates him for getting employee of the month, again.

divider credits. @/cafekitsune & @/saradika-graphics updated. 02/25/26

The chipped mug warmed your hands, a small comfort against the hollowness that had taken root in your chest. Rain lashed against the windowpane of Danny’s small apartment, mirroring the storm brewing inside you. Another one bites the dust, you thought with a bitter laugh that didn't quite reach your eyes. Mark had been… well, Mark had been Mark. Charming on the surface, but ultimately shallow and unwilling to truly see you. The breakup had been messy, punctuated by his bewildered protests that you were “overreacting” to his blatant flirtation with the waitress.

Danny had been your rock through it all, as he always was. He’d answered your tearful call at midnight without a hint of annoyance, offering his couch and a steady supply of bad television and even worse jokes. Now, a few days later, the initial rawness had faded, leaving behind a dull ache and a weariness that settled deep in your bones.

“Rough day?” Danny’s voice was soft, pulling you from your thoughts. He settled onto the worn armchair opposite the couch, a half-eaten sandwich in his hand.

You managed a weak smile. “You could say that. I just… I don’t get it, Danny. What is wrong with me? Why does this keep happening?” The question hung in the air, heavy with years of accumulated disappointment.

Danny set his sandwich down on the small table beside him, his gaze serious. “There’s absolutely nothing wrong with you. You’re… you’re amazing.” He stumbled slightly over the last word, a faint blush dusting his cheeks.

You scoffed, the sound devoid of humor. “Amazing at picking the wrong guys, apparently.”

He leaned forward, his elbows resting on his knees. “Look, those guys… they were idiots. They didn’t see what was right in front of them.” His eyes met yours, and there was a sincerity in them that made your heart flutter despite yourself.

A comfortable silence settled between you, interrupted only by the drumming of the rain. You watched Danny, the way the lamplight caught the slight wave in his blonde hair, the familiar curve of his lips when he was deep in thought. You’d known Danny since forever, practically. You’d navigated awkward teenage dances, celebrated small victories, and weathered countless heartbreaks – mostly yours – by each other’s sides. He was a constant, a safe harbor in the often-turbulent waters of your life.

“You know,” Danny said after a while, his voice low, “if we were dating, I’d take you to all the best places.”

Your eyebrows shot up, a genuine flicker of surprise breaking through the gloom. “Oh yeah? Like where?”

A small, hopeful smile touched his lips. “Well, first, there’s this little Italian place downtown, Marco’s. They make the most incredible pasta carbonara you’ve ever tasted. And then, there’s that overlook on Route 17, the one where you can see the whole coastline? The sunsets there are unreal.” He was warming to the subject, his eyes sparkling with an enthusiasm you hadn’t seen in a while. “And we’d have to go to that quirky little bookstore with the hidden café, the one with the mismatched chairs and the owner who always recommends the weirdest books. You’d love it.”

He continued, painting a picture with his words of cozy dinners, breathtaking views, and hidden gems. You found yourself smiling, a genuine smile this time, as you imagined these outings. They sounded… nice. Simple, thoughtful, real. Everything your recent relationships hadn’t been.

As his voice trailed off, a playful challenge bubbled up within you. “So, what’s stopping you?”

Danny’s eyes widened, a look of utter surprise washing over his face. He blinked a few times, as if he hadn’t quite processed your words. “Excuse me?”

You leaned back against the cushions, a newfound boldness stirring within you. “You said, ‘if we were dating, I’d take you to all the best places.’ Well, we’re not not dating. So, what’s stopping you from taking me?”

The silence that followed was thick with unspoken words and years of suppressed feelings. Danny’s gaze was intense, searching yours, as if trying to decipher if you were serious. You held his gaze, a nervous flutter in your stomach but a determined glint in your eyes.

He swallowed hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Are… are you serious?”

You nodded slowly. “Yeah, Danny. I think I am.”

A slow smile spread across his face, chasing away the surprise and replacing it with a warmth that made your chest ache in a completely different way. “Wow.” He ran a hand through his hair, a nervous energy suddenly radiating from him. “Wow. Okay.”

He stood up abruptly, pacing the small living room. “Okay, best places. Right. Well, we should definitely start with Marco’s. I can make a reservation for tonight. Or tomorrow? Tonight? Yeah, tonight. Tonight’s good.” He was rambling slightly, a charmingly flustered look on his face.

You chuckled, the sound light and genuine. “Tonight sounds perfect.”

He stopped pacing and looked at you, his smile widening. “Perfect. So… this is a date?”

“I think,” you said, meeting his gaze steadily, “this is a date.”

The air crackled with a new kind of energy, a shift in the dynamic you’d shared for so long. It was exhilarating and terrifying all at once. You’d always felt comfortable with Danny, safe. But this… this was different. This was stepping into uncharted territory, a territory you’d secretly longed to explore for years.

Over the next few weeks, Danny made good on his promise. He took you to Marco’s, where the carbonara was indeed heavenly and the conversation flowed easily. You stood hand-in-hand at the Route 17 overlook, the setting sun painting the sky in vibrant hues, a comfortable warmth spreading through you as Danny’s fingers intertwined with yours. You spent an afternoon lost in the quirky bookstore, discovering hidden literary treasures and sharing slices of surprisingly delicious lemon cake in the hidden café.

Each outing was a revelation. You saw Danny in a new light, not just as your steadfast friend, but as someone who saw you, truly saw you, with a depth and appreciation that had been missing in your past relationships. He noticed the small things – the way your eyes lit up when you talked about your passion for photography, the way you hummed along to the radio in the car, the way you always ordered your coffee with an extra shot of espresso. He listened intently, his gaze unwavering, making you feel like the most important person in the world.

There were moments of awkwardness, of course. The tentative brush of hands, the lingering gazes that held unspoken questions, the nervous laughter that filled the spaces between words. But beneath it all was a genuine connection, a foundation of years of friendship that made navigating these new waters feel less daunting.

One rainy Saturday, you found yourselves back at Danny’s apartment, curled up on the couch watching an old movie. The rain pattered softly against the window, a soothing soundtrack to the comfortable silence that had settled between you. Your head rested on Danny’s shoulder, his arm draped loosely around you.

“You know,” you said softly, breaking the silence, “you were right. These are the best places.”

Danny’s fingers tightened gently on your arm. “They’re only the best because I’m sharing them with you, sweets.”

You lifted your head to look at him, your heart swelling with a warmth that had nothing to do with the blankets draped around you. His eyes were soft, filled with a tenderness that made your breath catch in your throat.

“Danny,” you began, unsure of what you wanted to say but knowing you needed to say something.

He leaned in, his forehead resting against yours. “I’ve wanted to do this for so long,” he whispered, his voice husky.

And then he kissed you.

It wasn’t a dramatic, movie-worthy kiss, but it was perfect. It was soft and hesitant at first, then grew in confidence, a silent acknowledgment of years of unspoken feelings finally finding their voice. When you pulled apart, a breathless smile touched both your lips.

“So,” you said, your voice a little shaky, “what’s next on the ‘best places’ tour?”

Danny’s smile widened, a genuine, heart-melting smile that made your stomach flip. “Well,” he said, his eyes sparkling with mischief, “there’s this one place… it’s kind of private.”