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daisybeewrites · 4 years ago

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You Made Me Soup??

word count: 2.5k

warnings: lots of fluff, daisy gets a cold, daniel takes care of her :)

requested? yes

ship: dousy/daniel sousa x daisy johnson

Soooo this is the first writing that i’m posting on tumblr, let me know how I did in the comments! I’m a sucker for Daisy fluff, lets hope you are too b/c this is very fluffy. I appreciate any feedback and I hope you enjoy!

p.s. drop a request in my inbox if you have a fic idea!

Daisy felt like crap. She just got back home from a long, long mission that seemed as if it had dragged on for weeks (it hadn’t). More importantly, she felt like she hadn’t seen Daniel for weeks (she had, in fact, seen him just six days ago). The night air was chilly as she trudged up the stairs to one of her safe-houses. She frequently crashed here after missions, so she wasn’t surprised when Daniel opened the door and bear hugged her.

“Umph.” Daisy was sore, and her head hurt like a hangover made of bees, but Daniel’s soothing presence relaxed her. He lifted her chin and gave her a deep kiss on the lips. Sousa would love nothing more than to hold her like this for a couple hours minimum, he knew that Daisy needed time to decompress by herself after missions. He helped her inside and shut the door behind them. Daisy's stomach growled. She peered inside the fridge and settled for a tomato and cheese sandwich. Daisy sat at the kitchen island and munched tiredly. Daniel sat on the couch and silently studied her. Something, he thought, is off.

“Sweetheart?” he called.

“Yea?” she replied, around a mouthful of bread.

“Are you, uh, feeling okay?” The genuine concern in his voice caused Daisy to sit up some and look over herself.

“Do I look that bad?” she wasn’t offended, just surprised. There were a couple tears in the legs and one on the side of her suit from the brambles she had had to run through, and she wore dirt all over her face from the dust that had kicked up after she quaked the enemy assailants back about fifty feet. She honestly didn’t think she looked that bad. A tiny frown appeared on her face before Daniel quickly shut down her train of thought.

“No, no, you look amazing as always,” Daniel got up quickly and stepped across the dark wood paneled floor into the old tiles that covered the ground in the kitchen. “No, Dais, that isn’t what I’m saying.”

As he reached her, he pressed a kiss to her forehead and brushed her hair out of her face. Daniel had to admit, she looked very cute when she was tired. However, he was too worried about how out of it she looked that he couldn't fully appreciate her adorable state.

“Then what? Do I have leaves in my hair or something? I could’ve sworn I got them all out!” she began to comb her hair out with her fingers. Daniel just grinned. When she was satisfied that there weren’t any leaves in her hair, she glanced back up at him. His hands were on his hips, and he was using his new prosthetic leg that Jemma and Fitz had designed for him. She returned his grin and hopped off the counter so that she could wrap her arms around his gorgeous shoulders. Suddenly, her vision swam with little black dots and she couldn’t quite get her balance. Daniel reached out to steady her with a little more than worry in his eyes this time.

“Look at that,” Daisy grinned wider, “I’m actually falling for you.” Daniel let out a low sort of chuckle and sighed. “Daisy, I think you need some sleep.”

Daisy patted his chest and nodded. “Probably.” As she said it, she let out an involuntary yawn, “Okay, so definitely. I need sleep.”

Daisy began to walk back to her bedroom. It was cozy, and the colors reminded her of her bunk on the zephyr. There was a large bed with an old, wooden nightstand to match in the corner, and a few bean bag chairs and a short floor desk so that she could work at night. The bed was covered in comfy quilts and a soft, lavender duvet. No one would have guessed that a superhero lived here except for the hexagonal panels lining the walls, ceiling, and floor. Simmons and Daisy agreed to install them after Daisy almost leveled the house during a nightmare. It had been Daniel who suggested painting them, so that she wouldn’t feel as enclosed, like a caged animal. Daisy had been all for protecting those around her, insisted on it even. That doesn’t mean she didn’t feel weird having her bedroom look like the containment module. So, with Daniel, Coulson, and May's help, she painted the walls a homey grey and covered the floor in colourful mix-matched rugs. She left the ceiling white.

Daisy trudged over to her bed and slowly started taking her gear off, but got stuck with the zips and hidden ties.

“Hey, uh, Sou-” she coughed, “I need some help!” Her voice was muffled by the fabric of her suit. Daniel came to lean on the door frame. He smirked at the sight before him. Daisy’s arms were twisted behind her trying to undo a zipper, but had gotten caught while trying to pull it down. Subsequently, the material she had already loosened in the front rose up to reveal her tan, toned stomach. He walked over slowly and put his hands on her waist.

“Mmmhm, Danny-boy, if you want me to sleep you need to just help me out of this damn suit!” she heard a chuckle and a soft ‘okay’ in response. He reached around her and undid the zipper, freeing her hands of the black fabric. She pulled the top over her head and went to get a sleep shirt.

Daniel stopped her. “I’ll get it. You just relax.”

Daisy was too tired to argue. She undressed from the rest of the suit and took the over-sized, comfy clothes he gathered. She pecked his cheek before going to the bathroom to wash her face and put the clothes on. Daniel watched her walk into the bathroom, a bright pink blush on his cheeks when she turned around and noticed him staring. At least he didn't cover his eyes when she changed anymore.

Daisy closed the door and turned the lights on in the bathroom. This was the first time she was able to good look at herself after the mission. She really did look like hell. The scars on her stomach and legs were a tad irritated from wearing her tac gear for so long, and her eyes also looked red. She ignored it and made a mental note to use the healing ointment Jemma had packed in her duffel bag on the red, raised tissue. She leaned forward to get a better look at herself. Her nose itched. Daisy quickly forgot about it as she finished getting ready for bed and slipped into the shirt and shorts that Daniel had handed her.

When she stepped out of the bathroom, Daniel wasn’t there, but she could hear him in the living room down the hall. She still felt horrible, but the warm, coffee-and-vanilla scent that was just Daniel lulled her into a deep sleep as soon as her head touched the pillow.

When Daisy woke up the next morning, she felt absolutely disgusting. She grumbled as she tried to sit up. Her head was pounding, the pressure centered right between her eyebrows. She noticed the bottle of water and pills sitting on her bedside table, and promptly took them. Her nose hurt now, and her body was achier than it had been last night. She could probably sleep for another hour. Instead, she forced herself onto wobbly legs to take a scalding hot shower. The steam felt good on her muscles, and cleared her senses enough that she could properly breathe. She dressed in a clean t-shirt that she recognized as one of Sousa's and a pair of grey sweatpants (also Sousa's, Daisy stole them). Daisy trekked down the hall towards the warm, inviting couch.

Daniel felt more than heard Daisy arrive in the living room, but only turned around when he heard a large crash!

“Daisy! Are you okay? What happened?” Daisy was currently laying on the floor next to a fallen lamp.

“Ow…” she . “I turned the corner and this lamp was here.”

Daniel crutched over to her, then gracefully sat down beside her. “Sorry Dais, didn’t know the lamp was an enemy combatant.”

She gave a tired laugh. “I should’ve looked. I don’t feel great right now. I was practically sleepwalking down the hall.”

Daniel looked over Daisy. He noticed she was wearing his clothes, and tried not to show exactly how that affected him. Daisy snapped him out of his reverie with a small sneeze. Without missing a beat, he handed her his handkerchief. Daisy still thought it odd that he had one, but felt extremely glad he did. Daniel thought he heard a low mumble of ‘cute square’, but couldn’t be sure. Daisy was definitely cute, even when sick.

Daisy groaned as she clutched her head. Daniel swung himself up, and she noticed his leg was... not a leg. Daisy smiled. Knowing that he felt safe enough in her house to relax and not wear his prosthetic made a little bubble of warmth blossom in her chest. Daniel reached a hand down to help her up, and with expert balance, helped her up to her feet. He pressed the cool back of his hand to her forehead. Daisy leaned into the touch.

“That feels good. Like, really good.”

Daniel gave her a quizzical stare. “Has anyone ever taken care of you while you were sick?”

Daisy was incredulous. “I’m not sick!”

Daniel replied with a raised eyebrow and took his hand away from her head. She leaned forward slightly, chasing his hand before stopping herself. It dawned on Daniel that she hadn’t had parents to take care of her when she was a kid, and there was no way she would have let the team nurse her if she came down with something.

“C’mere,” Daniel led her over to the couch and handed her a thick blanket. She took it and tried to spread it over her legs. Daniel laughed a little as she failed miserably. Daisy pouted and sighed, frustrated. Daniel took the blanket and flourished it, then laid it gently over her.

“Square,” she teased. An adorable square.

“Your square, though.” Daniel grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to her palm, then her knuckles and wrist. Daisy didn’t want to admit how good it made her feel. Daniel got up as he directed her to stay there. “I’ll get some stuff to help.”

Daisy dozed in and out while Sousa gathered what he needed. She could smell something delicious in the kitchen, and heard Sousa walking around. When he was finished, he woke Daisy up with a shake of her shoulder. He carefully helped her sit up.

“Let’s go,” he stated, with a mischievous smile.

“Go... where?” she questioned. The look in Sousa’s eye was making her slightly nervous. No, not nervous... just jittery with anticipation. Huh. Daniel started to walk away, checking over his shoulder to see if she was coming. She quickly shook her head and got up. She followed him down the hall to the bathroom, where a warm bath was waiting.

“Honey?”

“Yes, dear?” Daniel was leaning against the counter, arms crossed, and staring at

Daisy as if she was the only light in the universe. His gaze made her feel all mushy inside, and she pushed down the tears that almost welled up. Daisy told herself it was because she was sick (but we all know it wasn't). Daniel broke eye contact and pushed himself off the counter.

“I’ll be in the kitchen," Daniel winked and gave her kiss on the cheek, then left Daisy standing dumbfounded next to the tub. "Holler if you need me.”

She touched where he kissed and promptly undressed. The bath felt like heaven. If only she could keep her eyes open...

She was woken around fifteen minutes later by the smell of something she could only describe as mouthwatering coming from the kitchen. She toweled off and put on a t-shirt and the shorts she wore the night before. She tip-toed to the kitchen and wrapped her arms around Daniel. Daisy rested her head in between his shoulder blades. She lifted her head and he turned around to place his hands on her waist, slowly pulling her in.

“I don’t think this is safe next to a stove.” Daisy quipped. Daniel murmured something incoherent in her hair. She peered over his shoulder to see what he was cooking.

“Soup?” Daisy questioned, “You... made me soup?” Daniel suddenly seemed shy. He looked away, unsure if he was stepping too far, or if she even liked soup. Even groggy and sick, Daisy picked up on this. She threw her arms around him and whispered into his shoulder. “Thank you, Daniel. No one's ever done this kind of thing for me.”

His face warmed at hearing her call him Daniel. It wasn't often that she did that, usually she stuck to a silly nickname or called him ‘Sousa’ out of habit.

“Anything for you, sweetheart.” Daniel leaned in for a kiss, but Daisy quickly leaned away. Daniel sent her a confused, pouty, adorable glare.

“I-I don’t want you to get sick,” she stuttered by way of explanation, “You should probably stay away until I’m feeling better.” In spite of her words, when Sousa slowly leaned in, she mirrored his movements.

“So, you do admit you’re sick.” Daniel whispered with a triumphant smile. Daisy wanted to argue, but realized there was no way out of this. She pushed him away and shuffled over to the living room, flopping dramatically on the couch.

“Yes, fine! I’m sick.” Daisy closed her eyes to go back to sleep, then remembered the soup that Daniel was currently pouring into bowls, and sat up. He brought it over and carefully handed it to her. She tried a spoonful and burnt her tongue the first time. When she tried again, she looked up through her lashes at Daniel sitting beside her, intently waiting for her verdict.

“Oh my god, this is amazing!” she half-moaned with delight. “You need to cook more often.”

Daniel watched her eat the soup quietly, and took her bowl to the sink when she was finished. When he got back, Daisy had turned on the TV and was watching Singing in the Rain. He smiled at the familiar picture. They spent the next couple hours watching old movies and cuddling. Daisy had protested at first, but gave in when Daniel threatened to tell Jemma she was sick. Daisy happily drifted to sleep with her head on Daniel's chest and the rest of her wrapped around him like a koala.

She woke up early the next morning, and somehow got up without waking Daniel. She padded over to the fridge to pour a cup of orange juice, swallowing a couple pills to help get rid of the last dregs of her cold. She felt really good. Better than good, actually. She felt warm and loved and she had a soft smile on her face as she watched Daniel snooze.

Little did Daisy know, Daniel had absolutely caught her cold. Daisy also didn't know exactly how needy Daniel is when he’s sick.

A/N: how are you feeling? warm, fuzzy? good. that was my evil plan all along. have a great day and don’t forget to drink water!

#dousy fic #timequake #daisy johnson x daniel sousa #Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.#marvel fic #aos season 7 #writer #major fluff #sick trope #hurt/comfort #mini fic #fanfiction #drabble #x reader #ao3

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shuskas-story-book · 4 years ago

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Leave it to the Bees

Based off the song "Let it Go" by James Bay.

Eridan smiled over at the Asian male next to him, miss-matched eyes smiling back over the table back to his own odd violet ones. He couldn't help the small quirk to his lips as the waitress came over and sat down a set of drinks for the boys to enjoy, Sollux taking his drink and taking a drink with a soft little 'ah' afterwards. "Tho..... Friday night, and I'm already theeing a bunch of Thirtth jutht waltzing into the bar." he commented with a smirk as another male walked into the bar, his tie undone and a 5 o'clock shadow highlighting his jawline.

Eridan couldn't help the soft giggle that escaped him with a nod, reaching out and taking his own drink with a curious sniff at the strawberry filled liquid. "Sol...what did you order for me again?" he asked, head tilting to the side as he took the straw between his lips and tasting it with a shocked little hum. Eridan hadn't expected it to be so good, his boyfriend having been bad about ordering a strong drink and not warning him about the bitters or the high alcohol content of the drink in question.

Sollux smiled a bit and watched eridan over the edge of his sunglasses with a curious gaze. "It'th called a midthummernight dream. Got'th vodka, two Ruthian alchoholth, and a thit ton of thtrawberrieth" he explained. Eridan nodded and looked to the pink drink in his hand again. "Well for once, it tastes amazin and I'm glad I let you choose my drink" he replied with a small hum in his throat.

"And what, pray tell, did you choose for yourself?" he asked, folding his fingers together and resting his dimpled chin upon them. Sollux blinked and looked at the amber liquid in his glass. "uhh....I think it'th called a 'headleth horthman?" he asked himself, head cocking to the side slightly as he took another sip and nodded "yea. think that'th what it'th called. But anywayth, we have a lot to talk about." Sollux cooed, resting his chin in the palm of one bony hand as the other reached out to carefully rub against Eridan's arm.

The Ampora arched a brow and watched the computer calloused fingers as they trailed over his pale skin. "Oh? and what would we need to talk about Sol? Did I do something wrong to one of your builds?" he asked, unfolding the well manicured fingers and moving them to hold his lovers. "Or....is it the fact that were moving in together?" he asked with a small smile, head tilting to the side.

Sollux couldnt help but snort softly and nod. "of courthe it'th the move Danny. Jutht think, we'll be in our own plathe. Cronuth can fuck off, Tuna wont be able to barge in on our cuddle thethionth......or....anything elthe" he teased with a wink that caused Eridan to blush dark. That inuendo had happened more than once to the duo and had ended in a very embarrassing conversation with Psiimon over what was not allowed in his house.......again.

"W-well....I still say that wasn't our fault. He should know not to barge into his big brother's room....Mituna is 13 now after all!" he huffed softly as Sollux just laughed and shook his head. "Yea yea yea. But you know my dad'th thuper protective of Tuna" he hummed, moving his hand to rub a thumb over Eridan's knuckles.

The conversation slowly trailed off between the two as they finished their drinks off, Eridan still being a lightweight even after Cronus and his military drinking habits dragged the younger along for the ride. Sollux wound up taking the keys away from his lover and hooking an arm around him in order to help walk the short distance to their taxi.

Time passed very differently for them during times like this, soft kisses and gentle touches that had them both calm and comforted as they fell asleep in one another's arms. They were still tangled up with one another, light dancing across sleeping limbs when they're woken up by a hyperactive little brother. Mituna was more than excited to see Eridan again, almost pulling the Ampora from his still sleeping lovers arms in an attempt to get someone to play a video game with him.

Sollux wound up being woken up and games played as breakfast was made and plated. Eridan couldn't help but think of how cute it would be to have their own little family like this. He sat his chin on a palm and watched the two brothers bicker over the fact that Mituna did not, in fact, need half a bottle of syrup for his stack of 5 pancakes with a smile on his face. "You two are so cute together like that you know?" he mentioned softly, a loving look on his features that had Sollux blushing a bit and Mituna puffing up his cheeks with a defiant little 'nuh uh!'.

Eridan laughed softly and shook his head. "Sorry. I guess I'm just holding on to that old dream of having a family. Deffinately something we dont need right now," he cooed, looking up to Sollux who rubbed the back of his head nervously. "heh....uh...yea Danny.....That'th thomething that can wait a few yearth to make thure were actually ready" he agreed softly, both of the older boys jumping when something shattered over near the sink.

Mituna was standing there, hands over his mouth, eyes wide, and one of Sollux's favorite mugs in pieces on the floor. The poor boy looked like he was about to burst into tears when Sollux knelt down to pick up the largest piece with a sigh. "well....tho much for that one" he muttered, head shaking a bit.

"I-I'm th-th-thorry Th-Thollux!" Mituna sobbed softly, backing away against the cabinet as Sollux frowned. " Woah woah, hey.....Tuna no come on. Let it go. Thith broke, jutht let it be. It'th no ithue tho jutht keep being happy little you and I'll be normal grumpy me. It'th jutht a mug, and like everything elthe that breakth, we'll leave it to the beeth." he stated with a smile, collecting the broken shards before stacking it in a pile and sitting it in a bin dubbed 'for bee houses'.

"thee? Nothing wrong. They'll love that blue color" he continued, Mituna nodding along with the fear of broken glass long behind him."Yea! I'll be me and you be you! We can make bee houtheth later!" he rattled off, the older boys easily falling in behind his enthusiasm for the day.

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Time passed quickly, the apartment being gotten and their shared world slowly coming together. But things seemed to sour at the drop of a hat once Sollux started doing computer repairs from home more and more. Things seemed to jump back and forth from throwing clothes on the floor at the end of the night, to slamming doors and the two of them sleeping in separate rooms almost nightly.

Sollux had brought home something from his dad's house, just trying to bring some home cooking back into their lives and give a bit of color to the drab grey things had gotten to. Of course, shit hit the fan pretty quickly when the wrong things were said and a fight ensued. in the end, they were sitting at different ends of the dining table so they could eat. Eridan had his head in his hands and Sollux had his nose in his phone to try and just keep his mind off the fight they just had.

Eridan spoke up first, voice shaky as he tried to keep from crying. "Sollux.....if this is it...if these fights are all we're living for......why do we insist on doing this anymore?" he asked softly, sniffling lightly as he turned his eyes up to his lover. "I used to recognize myself but now I feel like I'm just a husk of who I used to be" he continued, jumping a bit when Sollux pushed his chair back with a snarl.

"Well it'th funny how our reflectionth fucking changed now ithnt it? Thinthe we're becoming thomething elthe, I'll jutht leave you here for a while." he growled, storming off to the room. Eridan moved in after him, watching the thin bee lover packing a backpack with tear filled eyes. "S-Sollux.....No come on.....I-I didn't mean it like that, please just let it go!" he begged softly.

"No Eridan!" Sollux snapped, turning to the other with a snarl. "Jutht let it be. You can thtay here and be you. I'm going home, thpending time with tuna, and I'll be me. Everything here ith fuckin broke tho leave it to the beeth alright?! " he snapped, slamming the door to the apartment after pushing his way past his lover and out into the hallway.

By the time he made his way to the lobby the storm outside had finally come to a head, rain pouring down and making it quite hard to see even if you had headlights on. Sollux stood in the lobby for a moment, pausing himself to just think about the situation for a few moments before he heard Eridan's voice call out from the elevator. "I'm not fucking dealing with thith!" he growled to himself, glaring back at Eridan as he pushed through the doors and out into the pelting rain.

Things happened too quickly to really realize what transpired, A bike rider rushing by, a driver going too fast on a slick road, and the crunch of bone and glass before everything just froze around Eridan. Sollux was laying in the middle of the road, a terrified teen getting out of her car with a terrified scream as the rain started to soak her and the male she hit through to the bone. Eridan's blood ran ice cold as he shook his head and ran out into the storm screaming Sollux's name. trying to get some form of reaction from his lover.

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"He's not going to wake up for quite a while Mr. Ampora. Please, make yourself comfortable and dont touch any of the wiring near him. " the doctor stated softly, patting Eridan's shoulder with a broad, gentle hand. The smaller male nodded, puffy red eyes locked on the sleeping form of his one and only.

He waited for the doctor to leave him alone to move over and sit next to Sollux's bed with a sniffle. His hand reached out to carefully settle into Sol's, a sob escaping him as his normally warm fingers felt ice cold against the Ampora's.

"This feels so wrong Sol....y-your way too cold" he whispered aloud, tears already welling in his eyes and falling over his cheeks. "God.....There's no force on earth that could make this feel right......" he whimpered, laying his head down on the white sheets of the bed and squeezing Sol's fingers tightly.

"C-come on.......Just....I'm letting the fight go. You're right a-and I'm not being responsible enough with what I've been spending lately...W-we've been pushing this problem uphill and not taking a chance to really.....really talk it through" he whimpered softly, mostly just rambling on to himself in the silence. "I guess it just.....got too heavy to hold tonight and look at what we let happen.....what I let happen" he whispered to himself, head lifting so he could see his lovers face as a tear fell down his cheek. "I think it's time to let our words slide......please....forgive me"

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A few months after the wreck, Eridan was settled in his old room, snuggled up next to Sollux as they looked through a thick picture book. "Oh, remember when we went to Alternia beach? That was the best date I think we've ever had" he said, both boys laughing a bit. "Yea....It wath a fun date...Thtill think we thould have left Tuna at home for that one though. We could have gone through and done the turtle thnorkling" Sol purred at his little lover as he stretched out and closed the book.

Cronus came by the room and knocked on the frame of the open door, offering a small smile. "Hey Danny-boy.....Feel like going up to Star Touch Point with me tonight? We can go watch the star shower together like old times....you can even bring Sollux if you want" he offered, the look on his face growing even sadder as Eridan looked up at Sol with a smile. "Yea.....We would love to come watch the shower with you Cro....I'll grab my bag and shoes and we'll meet you out there!" he chirped, sitting up and stretching before reaching over to grab his shoes and socks.

They all piled into Cronus's old pickup, the military boy making sure things were tuned up before the drive to their secluded 'brother zone' as they had called it in their youth. They made it right around nightfall and the two younger boys were quick to abandon Cronus at the car to run up to the top of the hill with cheerful laughter. Cro just shook his head with a soft chuckle and let them go ahead

Time seemed to stand still once they made it up overlooking the town in the distance. Sollux smiled and moved over in front of Eridan before waving his hand to the bag. "Tho ED......you ready to let it go?" he asked softly, Eridan's smile faltering a bit "I-I dont know what you mean Sol....Let what go?" he questioned, Sol shaking his head. "Come on ED....Danny.....jutht....let it be"

Eridan started shaking his head a bit "N-no....Sollux I.....Please dont make me do this" he begged softly, Sollux just smiling sadly and tilting his head to the side. "Why not tonight?.....It'th our anniverthary after all. Why don't you be you for tonight. I'll be me jutht like old timeth" He offered, taking a few steps backwards. "Everything broke Danny....."

"NO! Sollux please don't make me do this! Please y-you made it out of the hospital, y-youve been weak but you made it.....please!" he whimpered, head shaking as tears started welling in his eyes. "Eridan pleathe....leave it to the beeth for a while....let them take your worrieth and tearth" Sollux whispered softly, Eridan letting his hand reach down into his courier bag to pull out a silver and gold container.

It was a pretty little thing, Bees etched into the metal and accentuated with gold leaf over the silver of the body and Sollux's name etched into the base gorgeously. "No.....please....I'm not ready to let you go" Eridan whispered, turning his eyes out over the cliffed edge of the hill that separated him from where Sollux was floating over thin air. "Eridan...Let my atheth fall here.....You've held on for tho long....."

"Sollux.....I dont want to let you go! I love you....Please just.....J-Just come back please!" Eridan begged, soft sobs wracking his chest as Sollux shook his head. "No Eridan.....You need to forget m-" He was cut off by Eridans loud sob "NO! NO NO NO.....no....."

"Come on Danny.....don't make thith harder on yourthelf. Let me go.....Jutht....Let me be" he continued, slowly stepping forward to kneel where Eridan had fallen to his knees, clutching the urn to his chest. "Why don't you go live your life.....Go be you.....and I can be me" Sol whispered, Eridan not looking at him anymore as he carefully opened the locked top to the urn and pulled a bit of ash out to cradle in his hand.

As he carefully let the ash sift through his fingers Sollux smiled again, leaning over and hugging his love tightly. "Thank you Eridan......I love you......Thank you for setting me free" he whispered, pulling back and pressing a soft kiss to Eridan's forehead for a final lingering bit of warmth on the Ampora's skin as he faded away in the soft breeze that carried his ashes down over a large field of flowers.

Cronus waited a bit longer after hearing Eridan stop screaming no before moving up to kneel beside his little brother and rest a large hand over the smaller boy's back. "hey.....He's still here.....look, he even sent a little friend to say hello" he offered, a small bee buzzing softly as it landed on Eridan's hand for just a fleeting moment before continuing off towards its hive for the night.

For the first time in four months, Eridan didn't feel that deep stab of guilt in his heart. Instead he felt the light breeze around him, the warmth of his brother's hand, and more importantly, the soft kiss of the night as the first of the stars began to shoot through the night sky.

#eridan ampora #eridan #Erisol #sollux #Sollux Captor #homestuck #tw major character death #mental trauma #cronus #cronus ampora #emotional trauma #relationship issues

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stripper-patrick · 6 years ago

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Lust🎱 Harry Styles

Warnings: office smut, Harry styles being daddy dominant, jealousy (if you squint)

Relationship: Harry Styles x black plus sized reader

I wake up and lay in my bed contemplating on faking my death. I have work in about an hour and it’s not that I hate my job it’s just my boss makes me hate how sexy he is. I can’t focus around him which has been happening a lot. He’ll come around and talk to me while I’m working and I stutter like an idiot. If it’s not clear that I have a crush on him then he might be blind.

I get up and go into the bathroom with my phone in my hand. I tap it and hold it up to my face letting it unlock. I open the music app shuffling through my library until I land on one of my favorites Escape by Kehlani.

As the music plays I brush my teeth and swig some mouth wash. I turn on the shower and get in washing my body and shaving my legs and other areas.

Once finished I come out and dry myself off going into my bedroom where I grab a navy blue lace bra and some matching underwear. I matched so today’s gonna be a good day.

I start dancing to Beyoncé’s Baby Boy. A classic. I oil down my body and go to my closet for something to wear. Today’s casual Friday so I don’t have to dress up extra nice like the other days of the week that I’m working. I’m an office assistant which is pretty self explanatory. Basically I help Mr. Styles, my boss, around like scheduling his meetings and keeping everything organized. While thinking of an outfit I put my hair up into a big puff and do my edges real quick. I put in some earrings to give myself some extra flare.

Finally I choose an outfit and I grab my phone off the charger and turn off the music. I walk downstairs with my purse. I grab the keys off the counter and get it I my car driving off to work.

...

I walk through the large double doors and go straight to my desk. I set my stuff down but I don’t see Harry. Usually he’s walking around with a cup of coffee or tea. Danny comes over to me. He’s like my best friend.

“Hey you look gorgeous” he smiles

“Thanks so what’s the tea on junglejim4322” I ask. That’s his code name for Alex, a boy he likes.

“Me and him touched hands next well be touching tongues and later.. each other”

“You know I would’ve never thought you were gay by just looking at you”

“And I would’ve never thought you were a freak- oh wait yes I did” I laugh and sign into my computer.

“Where’s boss?”

“Hopefully between your legs” he whispers in my ear. Danny stands up and nods across me. I look over and see Harry staring directly at me. He’s dressed in a black and white striped button down that’s open more than usual, some black jeans and his usual boots. He’s so fine. Especially with his long hair in a beautiful bun.

A/N: I’m still not over long haired man bun Harry

He curls his fingers loosely wanting me to come over.

I look back at Danny and he shrugs. I stand up and walk over to Harry. He smiles looking at me up and down. I feel my heart sink to my stomach and I lick my lips.

“You look amazing today now I had some papers and I need you to put them on file for me”

“Ok oh and Mr. Styles-“

“Harry love”

“Harry um I’ll be staying after work and skipping my lunch to work on the other files I didn’t finish”

He looks puzzled “ darling you don’t have to”

“Nah I need to I’m a little behind from when I was sick but I just wanted to let you know”

“Ok” he nods. Harry turns on his heel and I go back to my desk.

“What was that about?” Danny asks

“He just needs me-“

“Y/N please go sit on his face he’s staring you down like he’s hungry” my mouth drops and I quickly glance over to Harry and sure enough he’s staring.

“Jesus Danny” I shake my head “go do your work”

“Go ride his face” he winks. Danny stands up and walks away and I get to work.

....

It’s the end of lunch right now and I’m still working on the papers I have to file. I take a sip of my water and I see Harry come back with a bag. I don’t think anything if it until he sits on my desk.

“Hey” he sets a bag in front of me and I look to him.

“Oh and here it’s your favorite” he sets down a Starbucks cup in front of me.

“Harry you didn’t have to”

“I know love but you work too hard” he leans down to my ear “maybe it’s time for you to relax and play a bit” he winks before getting up and going to his office.

...

It’s about 4 and I would’ve clocked out about an hour ago but like I said I had to stay and finish. I wasn’t the only one who stayed late.

I’m finishing up my last paper and I save it to the file before exiting out if everything. I take a deep breath and stretch my neck before grabbing my bag and knocking on Harry’s door.

“Hey” he smiles “can you come in”

I nod and shut the door. “Is everything ok?”

“Yea I just noticed how hard you’ve been working for me and I wanna thank you personally”

“No worries and thank you for the food you really didn’t have to”

“Anytime” he looks like he wants to say more. “Can I talk to you about something?”

“Of course anything”

“Anything?” I nod. Me and Harry have a good relationship business wise and I don’t even really see him as a boss until he gets mad.

“Why do you always looks so good”

I blush “what do you mean?”

“I see you around here wearing those sexy tight clothes for me”

“They’re not for you” I lie

“Then who are they for?” He asks coming closer to me

“Danny in accounting. He says he likes the way my ass bounces in these jeans”

I knew that’d set him off. He’d been watching me and Danny get confetable around each other for the last couple weeks and I just knew he felt some type of way about it. Like I said just off of first glance you wouldn’t be able to tell he’s gay.

“Oh really” I nod pulling on his belt.

“Yea What are you gonna do about it?” I’ve heard about his little secret rendezvous around the office and I know he likes a challenge.

His once light green eyes go dark and he stands up striding towards me. I stand up out of anxiety. It’s not the fear part of anxiety... I don’t know what it is maybe anticipation. I want him.. bad.

Harry doesn’t say anything. In this instance silence wasn’t inevitable but he made it to be.

He picks me up by my thighs and I cling onto his waist like a child to a mother. He finally breaks the silence. “do you know what I’ve been waiting to do to you?” He sets me on top of him on his lap.

“Are you ok with this?”

“I want you” his plump lips fall to mine and I can’t help but immediately want him naked. I’ve been waiting for this since I first seen him and now that it’s actually happening I’m nervous.

“Condoms?” I ask

“Top drawer” I stop kissing him and I feel his fingers slide across my clothed clit.

I fumble around and grab one. I stand up and roll it on him tugging him around a few times before taking off my jeans.

“Ride me darling” he couldn’t have told me twice. Maybe he could in that deep sexy voice. I take off my underwear and swing my legs around his waist carefully sinking on his dick. Fuck he’s long. One I’m fully down and saddled up Harry takes hold of my hips and rocks me onto him.

“You know” I throw my head back while my hands lay on his chest. “I’ve been waiting to do this with you since we met”

“Really” he grunts “you know what I’ve been waiting for?”

“What” I look at him

“For you to ride my face like Danny says. If he even touches you. I” thrust “will” thrust “end him”

“Ugh” I moan “he’s touched me before”

This made Harry madder. Both of his hands grab my ass and spread my cheeks as he takes completely control over me.

“Fuck it up Daddy” he smirks

“Who’s pussy is this?”

I can only moan in response. He railing directly on my g-spot hauling my orgasm like a high speed train.

“Fucking answer me Y/N” he slaps my butt and I moan out.

“It’s yours fuck I’m coming” my body rocks against him and once my pleasure is over it’s time for his. I reach behind me and squeeze his balls slightly making him come in just a quick stroke.

“That’s it give it to me daddy”

“Fuck love” he holds my back steadying myself on him.

We come to a complete halt and look at each other realizing what we just did.

“Oh shit shit shit shit shit” I stand up freaking out. I’m trying to walk straight but that’s not working. I grab my underwear putting it on and next Are my jeans.

“What is it?”

“We just had sex Harry I’m gonna be labeled as the biggest slut here and not to mention your little escapades don’t go unnoticed around the office” I fumble trying to grab my shoes “son of a bitch”

“Y/N love calm down”

“Maybe this was a mistake Harry do you realize if word gets out we’re both screwed”

“We could screw again right here”

“Harry” I whine

“Ok I’m sorry look your gonna be ok no ones even here” just then we hear the main door shut and I see brown hair glide in the wind.

“Someone was here” I scream “that’s it everyone’s gonna think I fucked to get to the top”

“And if they do I’ll drag their ass through the mud until they get the point Y/N please don’t stress if I hear anyone talking about us they’ll be unemployed and you know how I am about keeping my word”

I slide on my shoes and nod grabbing my purse “I gotta go oh and by the way Danny’s gay” I leave him there to be puzzled at his unnecessary jealousy.

A/N:: Part 2???

#smut #harry styles #harry styles x reader #harry styles dirty imagine #harry styles imagine #harry styles smut

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0107. Lento assai.

Friday, 6 February 2015

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NB: explicit language, alcohol

Storming out of the building, Y/N tried to calm herself down so she wouldn’t cry in public, as she was humiliated enough as it was. So humiliated in fact, that she wasn’t sure she could ever show her face to anyone ever again. That job interview had been so bad that she felt like throwing up, and she had no doubt that would be exactly what she would do when she got back to the flat. With all the jobs she had applied for she’d only hear back from a small handful, where one of those had been at Primark. And that was where she was sprinting out now. She zig-zagged her way through the horde of people, hoping all of them were having a better day than she was having. All Y/N wanted now was to get back to the flat, lay down in her bed, and forget this day ever happened.

On the tube on the way home, Y/N did what she was best at: thought about all the different ways she could have better her job interview. This always happened. She would make a complete twit of herself because she was so nervous, so the right words never entered her mind, and when she couldn’t speak properly it was kind of hard to answer someone as words were essential when you were being interviewed. All the four job interviews she had been to this last month had gone to complete poo, and she hated that she wasn’t able to control her emotions, her anxiety.

Walking into the flat, she could hear Tiana, Spencer and Finn in the kitchen. As much as she wanted to be in her room and cry to herself, she knew Tiana would sense something was wrong and would do anything in her power to make Y/N smile again. So, changing out of her interview clothes and into comfortable lounge wear, Y/N put her slippers on and walked into the kitchen.

“Hello, babes.” Tiana said, grinning. “You alright?”

Y/N only smiled and sat down beside Tiana who threw an arm around her shoulders, kissing her temple.

“Want to talk about the interview?” Finn asked, eyebrows raised in question.

Y/N shook her head.

“Okay,” Finn clapped his hands together. “Hope you girls are going to wear something slutty tonight, because I want nothing but the best for my best mate on his birthday.”

“Wasn’t his birthday on the 1st? Last Sunday?” Spencer asked.

“So?” Finn shrugged. “The geezer needs a distraction. He’s so stressed about uni.”

“Isn’t everyone, though?” Tiana chirped in, still rubbing Y/N’s upper arm and holding her close.

“Yea, but Harry is Harry.” Finn said. “If I was a girl, I’d dress so slutty for him I would’ve ended up standing on a street corner in-“

“-Piss off, Finn!” Tiana said, making both Spencer and Y/N chuckle. “I’m sure Y/N will wear something nice for him, won’t you, doll?”

“Sure, she will.” Finn nodded. “And what about you, Ti?”

“I’m not going.”

“Because of Danny?”

Tiana nodded.

“Don’t let that toss ruin everything. We want you there tonight.” Finn reasoned, sounding genuinely sad that Tiana might not come along tonight.

“Yea, I know, but at the same time I really don’t want to see him, you know what I mean? Like, I want to go, but I don’t.” Tiana removed her arm from around Y/N’s shoulders, and now it was Y/N’s turn to comfort her friend. Placing a hand on her thigh, she took Tiana’s hand in hers, reassuring her that whether she wanted to come tonight or not, it was fine.

“What happened between you two anyway?” Spencer seemed oblivious to the way Tiana tensed up, and Y/N squeezed her friend’s hand. “You never said.”

“She didn’t want to, Spenc.” Y/N answered, making Spencer look up from his phone where he was texting someone.

“We won’t talk about that. Sorry, Ti.” Finn said, looking at Spencer and then Tiana again. “How about I stay by your side all night, yea? Won’t let him get anywhere near you.”

“It’s not that I don’t want him anywhere near me, it’s just that-“ Tiana stopped herself, biting her lips together as she tried to form coherent sentences in her head. “Seeing him will make me cry.”

Y/N leaned into Tiana who leaned back, needing someone to carry her weight for her a little bit. Y/N would never make Tiana speak about anything she wasn’t ready to, and though she adored Spencer and everything about him, she found herself a little annoyed at how unobservant he had been asking Tiana that question. But by the way he was looking at Tiana now, like he knew he had been wrong bringing it up, she knew he wouldn’t ever speak about it again. It was no one’s place, and Tiana was clearly not happy talking about any of it.

“We won’t force you into anything, okay?” Y/N assured her. “If you feel like tagging along, you’re free to. And if you don’t want to, then that’s fine, too. Whatever you feel comfortable with, just know that no matter what, the whole flat will gladly scissor Danny’s balls off if he even glanced in your direction.”

Finn gasped, and Y/N looked over. “Y/N,” he said, hand on his heart. “I have never heard you talk like that before, mate.”

She laughed.

“Never heard you talk about balls before, didn’t know if you knew what they were.”

She laughed again, and so did Tiana and Spencer. Finn got up, walking over to the fridge to get the pizza he’d have for dinner, putting the oven on as he read on the back of the package.

“You guys reckon I could be blessed enough to shag tonight?” Finn asked, getting the baking paper out.

“You’re going on the pull?” Spencer grinned, putting his phone away. “Interesting.”

“What’s interesting about that? I’m a peng geez, ain’t I?” Finn pointed at himself, rolling his hips. “I’m big with the ladies.”

“Oh God.” Tiana covered her eyes. “How I wish I had bad eyesight so I wouldn’t have witnessed that.”

“It turned you on, queen Ti, admit it.” Finn giggled, opening the pizza and putting it on the trey.

“So you’re going to go for it tonight?” Y/N smiled at her flatmate how smiled back, giving her a wink.

“I will try not to be loud if I bring the bird back here, lads. But no promises.” He said. “They agree with me a lot.”

“Jesus Christ!” Tiana made a grimace. “Can you not be a dog?”

“Not being a dog, just being truthful!” Finn defended himself, not being able to help his smile. “Who doesn’t like an honest man?”

“You’re being too open and too honest.” Tiana giggled, and so did Y/N. “But, mate, if you’re not taking the piss and you actually will go on the pull, then I might just come along just to watch that.”

Finn looked up from where he was hunched before the oven, a beam on his face. “Are you being for real? You’ll come?”

“Only if you make a complete ass of yourself trying to pull.”

Finn ran over to Tiana, picking her up and out of her chair. With his arms wrapped around her torso, and a screaming Tiana against him, he ran around the kitchen singing along to a Chainsmokers song Y/N didn’t know the name of. Spencer got his phone out, laughing at the two, and took a video, saving the happy moment on his phone so they could remember it forever.

“You always look so fit, Y/N.” Tiana said, putting on lipstick before she thought herself ready to go out.

Y/N looked at herself in the mirror of Tiana’s room to check if her blue, vanilla and yellow checked mini shirt wasn’t too short. She wasn’t wearing tights underneath, so if her bum showed, so would her knickers, and she wasn’t too keen on that happening. Tucked into the skirt was a black turtleneck, on her feet a pair of Tiana’s black Dr Martens, and just at the top, some of her long white socks were showing. Along with her black leather Y/Net and a purse to match, Y/N was set to go.

“You sure the skirt won’t ride up and my bullocks will show?”

“Just make sure Harry’s around when that happens, babes, and you’re golden.” Tiana said, making Y/N blush.

When they were both done, they walked out into the kitchen where all their other flatmates were waiting, and then flat 34 was on their way again. Tiana and Y/N holding hands while in Tiana’s other was a Sainsbury’s bag with two bottles of wine; one for her and one for Y/N. In the front walked Finn and Ian, joking around, and Becky walked alone, texting on her phone with El and Blessing, Y/N guessed. Spencer and Annie walked in the back, talking about something Y/N couldn’t hear, and beside her Tiana was humming. It took them about 15 minutes to walk to Cotton Row Halls, the most expensive of the four student accommodations at Battersea Uni. Y/N had never been there before, but as she stood outside the all-white building, she knew it would she would be very overwhelmed when she walked inside.

Sending Wade a message, Finn put his phone back in his pocket and waited until his friend opened the front door, grinning at all of them. Instead of taking the lift, they all walked up to flat 8, Finn and Wade talking excitedly in the front. The rest of flat 34 had been here for predrinks during Freshers Week, but this was Y/N’s first time in flat 8, and for some reason this had her very nervous. She shimmied her skirt down as they reached the flat, making sure it wasn’t too far up, and tried to ignore Tiana giggling at her.

“Flat 34, boys!” Finn shouted as they strolled through the door, walking straight into a white communal area. “Let’s get drinking!”

Y/N let Tiana walk in front of her, though they were still holding tightly onto one another as Danny came into view, sitting beside El and Blessing. Becky instantly walked over to them, sitting down and gossiped right away, clearly having a lot on her heart. Ian placed a hand on Tiana’s shoulder as they found a place around the dining table. Everything was white, Y/N noticed, and everything looked so incredibly clean compared to Westbridge. The kitchen counters weren’t filled with dirty dishes, packs of mouldy bread, and crumbs. Their walls were smeared with questionable substances, bumps and ants. The floor wasn’t carpeted, but it wasn’t dirty either, it was literally shining straight up at Y/N when she examined it. Cotton Row was everything Westbridge wasn’t, and somehow Y/N didn’t mind that. Westbridge had grown on her. And no matter how much she hated it at times, she had also had the time of her life there so far.

After looking at the flat, Y/N hated herself for searching the room. Hated herself for letting her heart race a little. Hating herself for feeling disappointed when she couldn’t find him.

“How much have you lot had to drink?” Finn asked from Y/N’s left, sitting beside Danny so neither Y/N nor Tiana had to.

“None, bruv.” Wade said. “Waiting for Harry. Takes fucking ages to get ready, so far up his own arse when it comes to clothes.”

“I think that’s hot.” Becky said, opening her Malibu and pouting some into a plastic cup. “Not enough blokes care how they dress.”

“Oh, hold on, Becky, that’s not true!” Ian said, face in an offended furrow. “I care how I dress!”

“But you don’t dress like Harry, do ya?” She cocked her head, making El and Blessing giggle, and Tiana roll her eyes a little.

“Birthday boy’s gotta look lush, yea?” Harry walked out of one of the two corridors, smiling like he always did. Y/N almost gasped as he walked out, looking so good something inside her brain shifted. The green jumper he was wearing brought out the green in his eyes, and the white collar by his neck emphasised just how sharp his jawline was. With a pair of dark grey trousers, a black belt holding them up and a silver chain hanging down from the right side of his hips, Harry looked absolutely stunning. He strode over to the table, sitting down between Becky and Wade, leaning across the table to shake Finn’s hand, only for a single second locking eyes with Y/N before he looked away, smile widening.

“Can we start drinking now?” El asked, putting some of her blonde hair behind her ears. “I want to get hammered.”

“Haven’t shown Y/N around the flat yet.” Harry said, making Y/N blink and look right across the table at him. “Doesn’t know where the loo is-“

“-It’s that way.” El said, pointing to the corridor behind her and Y/N looked, a little confused as to which door it was but she didn’t voice her concern. “Now let’s get drinking.”

Y/N glanced back at Harry who seemed to be biting the inside of his cheek while looking at El, not a very fond expression on his face before he looked back at Y/N. She knew Harry had a small – or a very big – difficulty living with El and Blessing, something that had started the second they moved in together, and that had only grown since then, especially when they had a party and completely trashed his room. And to be quite honest, because of this Y/N wasn’t too big of a fan of them either. They had never done anything to her, but they had hurt Harry’s feelings and that was enough for her to not feel good about them. She bit her lip as Harry’s eyes really settled on her, doing the thing where he looked between them a few times before he focused on one of them. The pair stared at each other for a bit, and the hard look on Harry’s face slowly faded away, turning into the smallest of smiles. When his dimples started to show, a curl falling into his forehead, Y/N could feel absolutely everything about her melt. She wasn’t usually a melt, didn’t know how to properly act around someone she was infatuated with, but with Harry it seemed she didn’t know how to control herself. Didn’t know the right answers, or how to breathe without feeling like oxygen somehow wasn’t enough to keep her alive. She looked away, feeling a blush creep on. Harry chuckled from across the table.

“Alright, boys,” Finn said, getting his phone out. “Someone put on some music and I’ll find Shots.”

“On it.” Danny said, reaching for the speaker, putting on some The Weeknd.

“Shots?” Y/N whispered to Finn, and he tilted the phone in her direction to show her the drinking game app on his phone. She nodded, smiling at Tiana as she gave her the wine bottle and a plastic cup.

“Most Likely To anyone?” Finn asked, and grinned at the hoots around the table. “Okay, first one: Most likely to win a Theresa May lookalike competition.”

Y/N laughed along with everyone else, pouring some wine into her cup just as Tiana did the same beside her. Giving her a quick look to make sure she was okay, that she wasn’t too uncomfortable and sad being in the same room as Danny, Y/N looked back at her wine as she saw the coast to be clear.

“Everyone point in three, yea?” Finn said, getting ready to do just that. “Three, two, one-“

Fingers were pointed all over the table, but most were in Ian’s direction, who seemed so incredibly shocked and offended that everyone had to laugh once again.

“What?!” He shouted. “Are you all completely mad?! Fucking twats!” Taking a grip of his cup he sipped his vodka lemonade, shaking his head as it undoubtably was a bit strong.

Finn slapped his hand against the table, grinning madly. “Most likely to give the best oral sex.”

Everyone around the table whistled under their breaths, looking at all the faces to make up their minds. Always incredibly unsure and a little uncomfortable when anything sexual was brought up, Y/N bit her lip and held onto her own hands tightly, not having a single idea as to who she should point to. She could go for a safe option and just point to Tiana who would most likely laugh, or joke around and point to Finn or Ian who would both flirt, but then be over it.

“Three!” Finn said, hand read for pointing. Y/N felt her heart racing. She hadn’t made a decision yet.

“Two!” Who would be best? Who would make most sense?

“One!”

Fingers were pointed and loud laughter and hoots sounded again. Y/N looked at Tiana who was pointing across the table, and when she followed her finger in the direction it was pointed at, Y/N’s mouth fell a bit open when she saw Harry. Multiple people seemed to be pointing at him, and he was grinning hugely, clearly satisfied.

“Harryyyy!” Wade sang, cackling afterwards. “It’s you, mate!”

Harry shrugged, letting his hand who was pointing at Wade fall to the table.

“I mean,” Harry leaned his elbows on the table, shrugging his shoulders again. “You’re not wrong.”

Finn clapped his hands while the rest of the room either shouted in surprise or laughed. As Harry chuckled, Y/N looked around the table at who else had pointed at Harry, and found that all the girls had, as well as Wade and Finn, though Y/N was 100% sure they were taking the piss. Harry gripped his cup, about to say something when Becky interrupted him.

“Of course, it’s him.” She said. “Just look at those lips.”

Harry laughed and everyone else howled low ‘oooh’s that made Becky grin at him, happy with the reaction. She watched him as he took his sip, eyes falling to his very pink and full lips. Y/N felt a pang of something inside her then; something she wasn’t sure she liked. Seeing Becky so unapologetically flirt and stare at him made something possessive take over inside Y/N. Harry wasn’t by any means her boyfriend, so she didn’t have any right feeling the way she was feeling, but at the same time she didn’t want anyone to flirt with him. It was weird, Y/N thought, because she had no right or reason for feeling this way, and yet she did.

“Y/N,” Finn said. “You didn’t point at anyone.”

Y/N froze, looking at him with wide eyes. “I, uhm…” She swallowed. “I couldn’t make up my mind.”

“Just-“

“-It’s obviously me.” Tiana said, taking one of Y/N’s hands and pointing it at herself.

Finn grinned and looked down at his phone before speaking the next assumption to point for. When she looked away from Tiana, Y/N caught Harry’s eyes from across the table. He mouthed a quick ‘you okay’, to which Y/N nodded. That alone made her feel better than anything had done all night. But then she locked eyes with Becky, and the single second they were looking at each other, her stomach turned to ice and everything she had felt only moments earlier vanished.

They continued to play Most Likely To until everyone was piss drunk, the laughter was loud, and the temperature inside the flat was a little too high. Wade opened the windows to let some fresh air in, and almost fell to the floor when Finn pretended to yank his chair out from under him when he was on the way to the loo. Sai and some other of Harry’s course mates showed up as a surprise, though Wade and Finn had clearly set it up. Putting a Tesco carrot cake down in front of Harry with 20 lit and crammed candles on top, everyone sang the birthday song for him. The claps were loud as Harry blew out all the candles on his first try. Everyone got a piece and Y/N tried not to look too much across the table now that the alcohol started to kick in and her ability to fight her initial instincts were failing her. So, instead she chatted to Annie and Tiana about nothing in particular, feeling a little dizzy as she ate up her piece of the carrot cake.

“Harry,” Becky said. “Mind showing me around the flat? Haven’t really been here before. Or not really that I can remember anyway.”

The chatter was loud, and Y/N didn’t know why she had heard this exact conversation out of the many going on, but she had. And she felt incredibly shitty for it. It took everything in her power not to scream at the top of her lungs as Harry said his yes; to look away from Tiana as Harry walked down the corridor towards his bedroom with Becky following; and to not feel incredibly sad because she didn’t know how to properly handle the situation. However, Y/N managed to control herself and not cry. Focusing on the conversation she was having with Tiana and Annie, she somehow forgot about Harry and Becky altogether. Her attention span was very short when she was drunk, she started to realise, and tonight that was a very good thing. Y/N didn’t really want to think about Harry. Didn’t want to admit to herself or anyone else that she really, really liked him. Didn’t want to open up about the fact that she was very sure he would most likely break her heart, but she was still talking to him and hanging out with him because she wanted to. It was just a crush after all, nothing serious could come of it.

This all reassured Y/N, because she knew getting involved with someone while at university would only complicate things. She would lose focus, find new priorities she did not need to be finding, start thinking differently, and so on. The only thing Y/N needed was to focus on her degree and nothing but. She knew her and Harry would never happen, but it was fun to imagine it to; it was fun having a crush because it made every day, every interaction with them a little more special. It was something innocent to look forward to.

As Harry and Becky came walking back into the kitchen, talking to each other, Y/N had to pinch herself so she wouldn’t look at them. She had no idea it would ever be this hard to be ignoring someone in the same room as her, especially when all she wanted to do was look at him, study him and watch as he moved, smiled, and breathed. Y/N, Tiana and Annie all finished their bottles of wine, all pretty pissed once the time came to leave for the club. It took them some time to get down the stairs as they were adamant on walking down and not taking the lift, even though Finn tried to drag them in with him. He waited for them downstairs, though.

It took them around 20 minutes to walk to The Grand, a nightclub in Clapham. Y/N had never been to a nightclub before, and she was both very eager and very anxious to go to one. But with Tiana, Annie, and Finn joining her, she knew she would be fine. They would never leave her as all of them knew just how much she dreaded being alone in huge crowds of people.

In the queue outside The Grand, Sai slung his arm around Harry’s shoulders and started singing, at the top of his lungs, Bromance by Chester See and Ryan Higa. Wade quickly joined in, singing it to Harry whose cheeks were reddening. Y/N looked away when she realised she was staring a little too intently. Harry was just so insanely cute when he was flustered or blushing, which didn’t usually happen, and Y/N found herself thinking and hoping to one day be able to do it. Once they got inside the club, it was very hard for the whole group to stick together. Tiana, Annie and Y/N all managed to, but everyone else kind of fell away from them.

For some reason, Y/N was thankful for that. She had no idea why, but she was a little mad at Harry. She knew she had no right to be, but she was angry at him for giving in to Becky and giving her what she wanted. Never had he voiced his dislike for Becky, but Y/N knew he didn’t like Blessing and El, though he never talked about Becky. Never. Whenever Becky talked to him or wanted his attention, he seemed to give her what she wanted. This made Y/N doubt everything she had ever thought about her and Harry, because maybe, at the end of the day, all he wanted was to spend time with her so he could sneakily make a move on Becky. Y/N didn’t know how boys worked. How their thought process worked or if they even felt the same way she did. But she could not help feeling a little hopeless as Harry disappeared from view, Becky beside him and the loud music and crowd of the club completely devouring her and her two friends.

Y/N soon lost herself in the madness of the club. Dancing the night away with Tiana and Annie, there was nothing on her mind but the song playing loudly over the speakers, the bass moving the rhythm of her heart, and the droplets of sweat running down her back. Only a handful of times did Y/N see Harry. He was with Sai, Wade and Finn, dancing along to the music as well. Every time their eyes met they would both kind of stop moving for a bit, losing themselves in the sight of the other; entranced. And after a few second of that, Harry would push through his little circle of friends to get to her. And each time, Y/N would pull Tiana and Annie away to dance somewhere else out of sight of Harry. Harry would look over again only to find the spot taken by someone else, and when searching the room for her, would wind up not finding Y/N or any of her mates.

After three times of this happening, Y/N knew Harry would question her about it later. It wasn’t normal behaviour for her to avoid someone, but she for some reason did not want to talk to Harry. Talking to him would remind her of him and Becky in the flat earlier, and that would only make her very sad. So, instead of confronting Harry about this she opted for keeping quiet and pushing him away. Tiana was starting to catch on after a while but didn’t say anything. She knew Y/N well enough to know when to push for information and when to not. So, the three girls just danced together and had fun like they always did when they hung out together, making the most of the night.

“I need a wee!” Y/N shouted between Tiana and Annie, who both nodded and motioned they would stay where they were until she came back. Making her way through the crowd, Y/N got to one of the girl loos. The queue was horrendous, so she decided to try the other one by the bar. Walking there it was impossible not to notice Harry where he stood leaning against the counter with his mates. Their eyes met, and Y/N sped up past him and in the direction of the toilets.

“Later, lads.” Harry said before following Y/N. “Y/N!”

She ignored him, walking up the stairs to the toilets.

“Y/N!”

There were next to no one here. Y/N thanked herself for being observant when they walked in and seeing this hidden loo. Opening the door into the women’s toilet, she was happy to see no one else in there. Thinking herself safe from Harry following her now, she just about screamed when the door into the toilet opened and Harry stepped inside. With a hand to her heart, she watched Harry run a hand through his hair before pointing at her, panting slightly.

“What’s going on?”

Y/N’s mouth fell open, no words forming.

“You’ve been avoiding me.”

“I have not!”

“Oh, yea sure!” Harry seemed very annoyed, the frown in his forehead deeper than Y/N had ever seen it before. “Every time I’ve talked toward you tonight on the dancefloor to dance with you, you’ve walked right off!”

“Well…!” Y/N gestured wildly with her hands. “Maybe I didn’t want you to dance with me!”

Harry blinked, taking a step back. “What?”

Y/N nodded.

“Why?”

Y/N shrugged.

“Y/N, talk to me. Why didn’t you want me close to you? Have I done something to upset you?” He seemed so desperate Y/N almost felt sorry for him. “Please tell me. I don’t want…” He sighed. “I don’t want you to be mad at me.”

Y/N crossed her arms. “You never said anything about her.”

Harry frowned again. “About who?”

“Becky.”

Harry inhaled sharply. “You’re… You’re mad at me because of Becky?”

“Well…” Y/N tightened her grip on her arms. “Yes!”

“Why?”

“Because you… you gave up straight away on showing me around your flat, but jumped at the opportunity to show Becky!” Y/N felt her heart racing, realising Harry might like Becky better than her and not crying at the thought of that was very hard. “You always talk about how much you dislike Blessing and El, but never Becky!”

“Don’t know her well enough to have an opinion on her!”

“I feel so stupid bringing it up, but I-“

Y/N stopped talking as she heard someone talking loudly on their way up the stairs to the girl’s toilet.

“But you what, Y/N?!”

Harry heard them too then, the girls outside laughing loudly at something, and he looked over his shoulder at the door that would soon open up. Quickly, he took a grip of Y/N’s wrist and walked into a random stall, locking it just as the girls entered, talking at an inhuman volume and howling with laughter at the same time.

“But you what?” Harry repeated.

It was only then Y/N noticed how close they were standing. Harry’s breath hit her nose as she looked up at him, his eyes looking into hers like they would give him the answer if her lips didn’t. They had never been standing this close to one another. Y/N had never seen Harry on the brink of blurriness; never needed for him to move closer and get blurrier as much as right now. She was desperate for him. Desperate for everything about him; for his hands, his eyes, his breath, his lips, his words, his time, his body. Desperation was a taste that would linger; like a sweet you wish you’d never have eaten but you were stuck with the taste of it in your mouth now after a little taste. Y/N knew that the minute Harry kissed her, he would only make that desperation worse, but she craved for him to. It was like nothing could ever be enough. Y/N could never get enough of him.

“Y/N?” Harry whispered, the girls outside and inside some of the stalls talking over their hushed voices. “Talk to me.”

Her eyes fell to his lips, trying to hide her swallowing at the sight of them. When she looked up at him, she could tell by the way his eyelids had lowered over his eyes that he had noticed her staring. It was impossible for him not to have caught her looking, but she still felt a little embarrassed about him maybe knowing she wanted him to kiss her.

“Why are you talking about Becky?” He asked again, this time a little louder.

“I just…” Y/N shrugged. “I…”

Harry shifted, somehow getting closer to her. “You what?”

“I don’t like her.”

Harry put the toilet seat down and sat on it, looking up at her as she leaned against the wall of the stall. “Why?”

Y/N shrugged, listening as the girls outside started making their way out into the club again.

“Y/N, please talk to me.”

She looked way.

“Y/N-“

“-She’s not afraid to ask for your attention.”

Harry blinked.

“Whenever I want you to pay attention to me, she gets it because she makes you pay attention to her.” She shook her head. “I don’t have the guts to do that.”

Harry just looked at Y/N, a little shocked because she was never upfront about anything. Y/N never spoke freely like this about anything, so hearing her actually voice her concern was new to him. Hadn’t she been drunk, she probably would not have said anything, they both knew that. The terror of having Harry know exactly how she felt made everything inside Y/N turn with mortification. She turned for the door, about to unlock it when Harry took a grip of her hand. Yanking her toward him, he noticed he put a little too much force into it, because she lost her balance and fell on top of him. Both of her legs were on either side of his left thigh, her torso flat against his chest, and her hands pushing her back so she could look at him.

Neither of them laughed. Y/N was shocked, mouth open as she stared down at Harry who was looking quite seriously right up at her. That teasing smile he usually had lingering on his lips wasn’t there anymore. As both of his hands rested on her hip, holding her loosely in place, Y/N felt everything inside her scream. Harry’s hands were on her hips. And it felt like they were burning holes through her skirt. They felt so warm.

“You have my attention now.” Harry said, voice low as his fell to her lips and then to her eyes again. “You always have it, Y/N. No one else. Always you.”

Harry drew her closer to him. Y/N gasped as her centre rubbed against Harry’s thigh. Harry’s grip tightened a bit as he realised what he had done. How he had made her feel. Their eyes met, understanding dawning on both of them. Again, Y/N felt ashamed of showing just how much everything about Harry got to her. It was impossible for her to hide when all her guards were down it seemed, as everything she felt was doubled when she was drunk. She tried to push away from him again, knowing that if she was close to him like this for any longer, she would undoubtably lean in herself.

“Y/N.”

Harry whispered as he drew her to him again, and Y/N couldn’t help the small whimper leaving her lips, her sensitive bud rubbing against him again.

“You have me.” He said. “With everything I am and ever will be; you have me.”

She placed her hands on either of his shoulders, looking down at him.

“I am at your complete disposal.” He leaned forward, moving his chest so Y/N moved her body, more specifically her hips. “Always have been.”

He sat back and Y/N moved her hips on her own this time, the grasp she had on his shoulders tightening.

“Becky might have asked for my attention,” he continued, green eyes turning a shade darker as Y/N rocked her hips back and forth once again, very slowly. “But you never have to.”

Y/N let out a breathy moan, the feeling of Harry’s strong leg against her sensitive bud better than she ever would have thought it to. Knowing he felt the same way she did, that he was only ever giving Becky the time of day because she made him, made her feel so incredibly happy that the butterflies in her tummy went crazy. They flew into her core, flying in a circle so fast and creating a low hum of pleasure. She closed her eyes, feeling out Harry’s muscled leg. When she opened her eyes, looking straight into his, she could tell he hadn’t taken his eyes off her for a single second. He had watched her get acquainted with him; gotten familiar with the places to press down to get that spark of pleasure and where his muscles were defined.

As his mouth fell open at the sight of her, Y/N suddenly became very aware of how wet she actually was. Her cunt was slick and very hot as she drove it across Harry. He no doubt felt her. Staring at her the way he did, Y/N was somehow sure he didn’t mind wet marks up and down his thigh for later. Being wet like this, every little sensation she felt was heightened, especially her clit. The first audible moan left her lips, small like a loud whimper.

“Yea?” He whispered, voice coated in lust. “Does that feel good?”

Y/N closed her eyes, Harry’s hands roaming higher up her sides. The more pressure she was putting on her clit, the more pleasure she felt. Y/N didn’t masturbate often, so when she did, she usually came pretty fast. However, she was suddenly very scared Harry would think she was weird for coming too fast. She didn’t want him to think she’d never done anything before. She didn’t want him to think she was as pure as everyone thought her to be. Not him. But as she felt his thumbs skim the underside of her breasts, his hands moving to caress down her back, she suddenly lost all sense of anything but the feeling of her building orgasm. Another moan; this one louder and breathy.

“Fuck, Y/N.”

She opened her eyes, taking a bit more effort now that she was so close. She started moving her hips harder and faster. Harry’s hands on her hips, squeezed her a little as he noticed how close she was.

“Go on.” Harry said. “Come on me.”

Just then, another gang of girls walked in, talking amongst themselves. Y/N stopped for a bit, but Harry squeezed her hip. Their eyes met once again, and she started rocking. Looking into his eyes alone, when he was below her like this, not even caring about himself but only her, his green eyes were enough to make her come alone. Harry placed a hand in her hair, gently pushing her ear close to his mouth.

“Come on me, baby.” He whispered again, voice rasping.

Y/N’s grip on Harry’s shoulders tightened once again as the tension in her core did the same. Her movements were frantic, needing the friction to increase and the fire in her lower stomach to build up into a bonfire of pleasure. Y/N bit down hard on her lip so she wouldn’t moan now that other people were in the room with them. All her nerves perked up, a climax not far away.

“Y/N?!”

Y/N sat upright faster than she thought possible, stopping as she was pressed flush against Harry’s torso.

“Y/N, you in here?!”

Tiana.

Y/N looked back at Harry who was just as shocked as she was. She had been gone for a while now so it made sense for Tiana to come looking for her. Didn’t mean she wanted her to right now. As Tiana started asking everyone by the sinks if they had seen her, Harry had thought of a solution.

“Your feet,” he whispered. “Put them around my waist.”

Y/N frowned, but Harry completely ignored her. He got her into a standing position, and gestured for her to straddle his lap. Once she had done that, lowered herself till her thighs were around him, Harry sat a little further out on the seat so she could put her legs behind him. To the outside world, it now only seemed like one person was using that stall as only Harry’s feet were showing. Like this, however, both of them knew Y/N couldn’t get off. The disappointment must have been transparent on Y/N’s face, because Harry moved his hand from where it rested at her lower back and onto her exposed thigh.

“I could…” Harry whispered, voice trailing off.

Once again it dawned on Y/N that they had never been closer than this. Harry’s breath met her lips now, heat from his body mingling with hers. She could smell the beer he’d had earlier and see that spec of brown in his left iris. Harry’s hand trailed upward, the tips of his fingers under Y/N’s skirt that was resting very far up on her thighs.

“Y/N, you have to tell me if you want me to or not.” He whispered, he rested his forehead against hers, and her heart picked up speed. “I won’t touch you unless you want me to.”

“I do.” She whispered back. “I do.”

“Y/N?!” Tiana shouted again, making both of them jump a bit and giggle. Y/N felt bad for not telling Tiana where she was, but she was sure her best friend would be okay once she told her what had happened with Harry.

Harry’s hand trailed up Y/N’s thigh, skimming the inside of it. His middle finger stroked up and down her knickers, feeling the wetness of them and driving Y/N completely mad. She bit her lip, watching as he sat back to admire her. Putting a little more pressure on her, Harry watched as Y/N let go of her lip, mouth falling open as he rubbed her bud. It was like it was impossible to take her eyes off him when he touched her like this, like every single movement started from somewhere deep in his eyes and then he touched her. He pulled her knickers aside, index and middle finger stroking between her folds, feeling very little inch of her exposed cunt. They rested at her hole, and Y/N swallowed, gasping a little for breath.

“This okay?” Harry whispered. “You okay with me doing this?”

Y/N nodded. And Harry pushed his fingers inside her. Y/N’s head fell back, mouth open as Harry drove them in and out of her. She hadn’t been far from an orgasm when she rode his thigh, but she knew without a doubt she would come quicker and harder with Harry fingering her like this. Curling his fingers, he pounded them harder and faster as he felt her hands on his shoulders grip so hard her nails almost pierced through his jumper and shirt. He was hitting that exact spot that was like throwing fuel into a flame, because Y/N felt nothing but her climax just then. A bubble that was about to burst, the pleasure inside of her was like white noise in her ears. Nothing but the feeling of Harry’s fingers, his hot body between her thighs, and his other hand on her lower back; nothing but that meant anything.

She looked at him again, frantic because the orgasm she was about to have would undoubtably make her legs shake. She leaned her forehead against his, the left side of her nose resting against his, and her eyes shut.

“That’s it.” Harry said, lips just barely moving.

Someone was blowing their hands dry. Someone else laughed. The bass from downstairs was shaking up the entire bathroom. But Y/N only cared about Harry’s fingers as they pounded her faster. She breathed harshly and maybe a bit too loudly, but she could not control herself. Harry’s eyes were open as he watched the bubble of Y/N’s orgasm burst. She gasped. It ran up her spine, her torso, down her thighs, and to her fingertips. She felt it everywhere, like it radiated off her entire body. It was like magic had found a place to hide inside of her, running through her like every incredible sensation the world had to offer. The orgasm toned down in waves and Y/N only realised once she opened her eyes again that her legs had been shaking. Harry smiled up at her, putting her knickers back in place and sitting back.

They stared at each other for a while, like nether could believe what had just happened. It wasn’t meant to happen. Neither had planned for it to. But it had. And Y/N didn’t feel ashamed, didn’t regret it, didn’t feel like apologising in the slightest. She was glad it had happened, in fact. Now she knew how Harry felt.

“Best fucking birthday gift I’ve ever gotten.” He said, voice still as husky as it had been when she had talked to her during.

Y/N rolled her eyes, smiling back at him. She could feel herself blushing. “This wasn’t your birthday gift.”

“No?”

She shook her head.

“But you didn’t give me one.”

Y/N put her feet on the floor again, getting up. “I won’t give you my… my… my below for your birthday.”

“Not what I meant, darling.” Harry said. “Watching you come was a cinematic masterpiece. And something I’ve wanted to see for a while now.”

Y/N bit her lip, and the two of them laughed. They agreed on Harry leaving the stall and the loo first, then Y/N would follow after she cleaned herself up. Once everyone who had been in there with them went out into the club again, Harry did the same, making Y/N promise not to avoid him down there later. She promised. After cleaning herself up and looking herself in the mirror afterward, making sure she didn’t look like a complete knob, she walked out of the toilet only to run straight into someone.

“Y/N!”

Tiana hugged her tight, but quickly pushed away, slapping her shoulder.

“You got me worried mad!”

“Sorry.”

Tiana looked at her for a while, then over her shoulder, then back again. “Just met Harry on the way up here.”

“Oh?” Y/N raised her eyebrows.

“Yea.”

“He must’ve been to the loo then.”

“Just like you.”

Y/N nodded. “Just like me, yea.”

Tiana smiled a little, cocking her head to the side. For some reason, she had always been good at reading situations, an ability that had always come in handy whenever the two of them wanted to be nosy together, but not now. Y/N sensed Tiana putting two and two together. So, raising her eyebrows, Y/N cocked her head back at her best friend.

“Have a bad stomach.” Y/N explained.

Tina raised her eyebrows. “Is that so?”

“Yea.”

“So, if I walk in that bathroom right now it’ll smell like shite?”

“Ti!”

“What?!” She grinned. “Just a question!”

“Can we leave, please? I’m tired.” Y/N sighed, knowing that the only way to make her story somewhat believable was for them to head back to Westbridge, even though her drunk self wanted to go downstairs and find Harry so they could dance together. Besides, she was wondering how he was… managing… after the episode they had just had. And she wanted to ask him how he had kept himself under control enough to go downstairs straight afterwards.

Tiana shrugged her shoulder, offering her hand to Y/N. “As you please, my lady.”

Y/N took Tiana’s hand, and the two went back downstairs to where Annie was waiting, relieved to see Y/N as well. All the girls got their coats, and then braved the coldness of the February night together. Arms linked and with Tiana singing a Rita Ora song they had played a remix of earlier while they were dancing, they strolled back to the flat together. But Y/N’s mind, and piece of her heart, was left somewhere by the bar in The Grand.

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lonely-bored-writer · 6 years ago

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Winchesters meet the Phantoms Ch. 21

"We finally made it." Tucker grinned, spreading his arms outward to show off his black gown. "It's finally over!"

"Val did a good job with the caps." Danny chuckled, looking over to his friends. Tucker's cap was of Patrick with the quote "Gonna major in Wumbology". Danny's was of Spongebob and the quote "Can I be excused from the rest of my life?" Sam's was one of plankton with the quote "Goodbye everyone I'll remember you all in therapy"

"We've definitely have to keep these." Sam laughed. "I'm glad she made them matching without having to be told."

"We'll always have something that connects us." Tucker chimed, giving his friends a sad smile. "If I hear this isn't framed and hung in your dorm rooms, I'm going over there personally."

"We don't even know where were going to be accepted into." Danny replied, throwing an arm over the shoulders of both his friends. "We all made sure to have one college the we all apply to. You never know."

"We'll regardless of where we go, I'm going to make this summer one we won't forget." Sam smirked at the worried and slightly scared looks on the teens faces. This was going to be a very fun time.

Danny was the first one to be off the stages as the graduations lined up for the photo and handshakes. Followed by Tucker, then Sam. It took everything in Danny to not turn invisible due to nerves, but no one needed to know that the curtains ripping from the ceiling was his fault. As much as Danny wanted to scan the crowd and see who was out there for him, he couldn't bring himself to look at the massive amount of people out there. Although, his dad's cheering was obvious enough.

"Dude, We're officially adults now!" Tucker grinned after the ceremony, pulling his friends into a hug. "We are definitely traveling the country this summer, think your dad will let us use the GAV?"

"Didn't we all become adults when we turned eighteen?" Valerie piped in as she walked over, smiling at the trio before her eyes landed on shortest member. "Well, maybe except Danny."

"Hey!" Danny glared, but couldn't help but smile. "Thanks for the caps Val, they're amazing."

"Don't mention it." Valerie waved off the compliment, turning to the other two. "Any plans for what's next?"

"Not sure where we're going." Sam glanced at her best friends. "I've gotten accepted into four of the nine colleges I applied too."

"Ooohhh, that's pretty good. Can't be surprised." Valerie nodded before turning to the boys. "Let me guess, didn't even apply?"

"Hey, I'm smarter then that!" Tucker placed a hand over his heart. "Besides, I got accepted into MIT and Brigham." Valerie nodded, giving the techno-geek an impressed look before all eyes shifted to Danny.

"Well, I've only heard back from one college so far." Danny shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. The expected looks had the smaller teen continuing. "Cambridge..."

"The university in England?!" Sam and Tucker asked at the same time, both shocked to here their friend might not even be in the same country as them.

"I just applied because I heard that the Astronomy program is one of the best, it's like in the top five." Danny answered. "I never actually expected to get accepted."

"It might be far, but what makes you happy is what-" Valerie cut herself off at the sound of her voice, looking over to see her dad waving to her from the mass of people. "I'll see you guys around." She smiled, hugging them one last time before rushing off.

"We'll talk later?" Sam offered, looking around the crowd. "We should probably find our parents."

"Yea, you're right." Danny agreed, a group hug followed.

"Besides dude where ever you go, you're stuck with us." Tucker grinned, getting a laugh from the other two. Danny watched the two walk off in different directions before turning to find his own parents. He didn't get that far before he stopped in his tracks, faced with two very familiar and uncomfortable looking hunters.

"Sam? Dean?" Danny question eyes trained on the older men, being greeted with a hesitant smile from the taller.

"Hey Danny." Sam waved, looking around. "Uh, Tucker sent us and invite and we were in the area and thought we'd stop by." Dean grinned, pulling the teen into a hug.

"Congratulations." Dean offered once he release Danny, only for Sam to hug the teen. "This is a big accomplishment."

"Thanks guys." Danny couldn't wipe grin from his face, he was touched to see the hunters here knowing there were probably cases they could be working on. "It means a lot you guys are here, I'm sure there's better things you could be doing-"

"Hey, we wanted to be here." Sam cut him off with a gentle smile. "Besides, you and your friends might have found your way into our dysfunctional family." Sam offered as a joke, getting a chuckle from the teen.

"Besides kid, you're suck with us." Dean grinned. Danny couldn't help but be reminded of the same words uttered only moments before from his best friend. "So, how about before we leave, we have a celebratory dinner together?"

"That sounds great, how about-"

"DANNY!" Danny barely got a chance to turn before his vision was clouded by orange. "I'm so proud of you! We should go out for fudge!" Danny laughed, straightening himself out the moment his feet were back on the ground.

"We're so proud of you baby." Danny accepted the hug from his mother.

"Thanks mom." Danny turned, ready to introduce the brothers to his parents when his eyes landed on another figure standing the side with a proud smile on her face. "JAZZ!" Danny rushed to his older sister and pulled her into a hug. His mom had told him a week ago that his sister probably wasn't going to be there, and yet here she was.

"You didn't think I was going to miss this huge stepping stone, did you little bro?" Jazz smiled once the two separated, tucking a strand of short red hair behind her ear. "I can miss a class."

"Danny, who are your friends?" Maddie's words broke through the siblings reunion, turning the attention back to the Winchester brothers. Sam gave a small smile, while Dean was giving a charming one... Mostly aimed at Jazz. Danny's eyes narrowed on the older Winchester.

"Uh, guys this is Sam and Dean." Danny introduced. "I met them when I took the small road trip. Sam, Dean, this is my mom, dad, and Sister Jazz." Danny emphasized sister, eyes trained on the older Winchester.

"It's always nice to meet Danny's friends." Maddie pipped in, motioning a hand between her and Jack. "I'm Maddie, and this is my husband Jack."

"It's nice to meet you." Sam offered a smile, nudging his brother slightly and shaking his head when he noticed the looks both his brother and Danny were sprouting.

"How about you join us for lunch!" Jack cheered, pulling the brothers into an infamous Jack Fenton Bear hug.

"Now honey, remember you ask before you hug strangers." Maddie reminded, causing the large man to release the Winchesters and mumble an apology.

"We don't want to intrude." Sam politely declined, looking slightly shaken by the sudden hug.

"Come on Sam, he did invite us." Dean turned a look to his brother. The two shared a look before Sam Sighed.

"We loved to join you."

"Awesome!" Jack cheered, rushing off towards his car with a call to the rest. "TO THE RV!" His wife following close behind.

Dean and Sam shared a look before following, Dean rushing forward to chat with Jazz while Sam stayed back a bit to walk with Danny. Sam sighed when his eyes landed on Danny, who was glaring daggers into an oblivious Dean's head. Lunch sure is going to be an interesting one.

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dp-pastandpresent · 6 years ago

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Past and Present: Chapter 8

After that day's fire, Danny had decided he needed more answers. And while the mystery behind Sam would continue to worry him, what he needed the most were answers about his family.

And where better to find them then the source?

The Fenton Lab was abuzz, with both Jack and Maddie running back and forth between the portal and the computer. They were so busy, in fact, that they didn't even notice Danny float in, completely visible.

"Jack! I think we may have finally done it! Look here! This sample of ectoplasm we found has traces of human DNA in it!" Maddie said with excitement as she typed away.

"Which means that ghosts must really be spirits of those past!" Jack concluded as he placed his hands firmly on her shoulders.

Maddie winced at the strength but quickly bounced back.

"Now Jack, don't get ahead of yourself, that doesn't get us any closer to finding him…"

"Oh Mads, I know, but just the thought!" Jack sighed.

He had spent so much time continuing his mother's research that even a small step forward got him excited these days.

Danny floated down behind Jack, hoping to see what was on the screen this time. Squinting a little he saw the words, "Ectoplasmic match" on the screen next to an image of a swirling DNA strand.

Jack's eyes grew wide as he quickly turned around.

He blinked; nothing. There was nothing behind him.

"Jack? What's up? Why did you just turn so quickly?" Maddie sounded worried again.

"I swear Maddie, I just saw HIS reflection in the computer screen. Like maybe he was watching from behind. Didn't you?"

"No dear, I was too busy typing in numbers…"

"He was there! I saw him! I know it was him!"

Danny had sworn he was invisible when he went to peek at the computer, but apparently he hadn't learned to control it as well as he thought.

Jack's excitement had him worried though. Should he reveal himself? Tell them that he was what they were looking for?

Trying to decide, he floated backwards a bit and foundhimself colliding with a lab table.

'What harm could it do? They know about Phantom, why not share the whole story?'

'What whole story? You don't even know that yet!'

Sighing quietly, he sat down on the table, only to find his hand gravitating towards the object that was sitting next to him.

It looked like it should hold someone's lunch, what with its shape and lid, but he knew that it had to be more, for it was blinking green. Curious, he picked it up and examined it more closely. There was a switch on the side that said, "Open" and a few more buttons that he couldn't make out. Whatever it was, though, it seemed to have ignited some sort of force within his body, asking to be taken along on his next adventure.

Making sure that the Fentons weren't watching, he turned it invisible and placed it on his belt.

He wanted to investigate more, but suddenly he felt an icy chill escape his mouth, yet another thing he had never experienced. Upon its escape, the same chill sent a shiver up his spine and into his head, telling him that he needed to go, and go fast.

Speeding out of the lab, he completely forgot that, while invisible, he still caused gusts.

"Maddie, did you feel that?" Jack asked, turning around once more.

"A slight gust? Yea. But we did leave the portal open again," Maddie finished.

"True. True… Wait? Maddie! Didn't we have a Fenton Thermos on that table?"

Sam was once again worried. About what, she could not decide, but she was worried nonetheless.

She worried about her grandmother, who had been acting rather odd all day.

She worried that she was falling into a void again. Even Tucker had noticed her lack of attention lately.

But mostly she worried about Phantom (it was still hard for her to grasp the idea of Phantom having a real, human name). He hadn't been acting normal that day on the rooftop, and Sam still couldn't figure out why. It didn't help that he had once again disappeared into oblivion.

"Miss Manson!"

Sam jerked her head up to see Mr. Lancer, her English teacher, and the rest of the class staring at her. Although usually indifferent, today she found herself turning a slight shade of red

"What?! Oh, sorry!"

"Well, once you get out of your day dreams, will you please tell the class one of Romeo's tragic flaws," Lancer continued, his voice becoming an annoyed growl.

'Crap! I forgot to read that act! Think, Sam, think!'

And she said the first thing that came to mind.

"Ummm, he was in love?"

"Way to go, Sam! You totally pulled that off. Usually Lancer asks harder questions to the dreamers!"

Tucker had been applauding Sam's correct guess the since they'd left the classroom, but Sam didn't care. As soon as that class had ended, she was back to her daydreaming.

They were sitting at lunch now, Tucker talking a mile a minute, and Sam just nodding as she picked at her mac and cheese.

'There's something special about Phant—Danny, and I've never felt this way before, about anyone. I just wish he'd stop coming and going so much. Maybe this time he'll just stay away. Then I can go on with my life and pretend none of this ever happened. Go back to feeling the way I'm used to. Go back to my life…'

It was right as she thought this that she was once again awakened from her dreams, this time by the screams of the other people in the room.

Sam turned to see an eerie green old lady floating about ten feet off the ground, chucking meat at the students.

"You children need to eat more meat!"

Everyone else was running, but something inside her told Sam to just stay standing, as if that was really the safer option.

It wasn't.

She was one of the few students left now, and the ghost (for after meeting Danny, Sam was sure that's what this was) had noticed that.

"Macaroni and cheese does not help you grow!" the ghost shouted as more meat went flying Sam's way.

'Well, if Tuck could see me now, he'd finally understand how bad meat is for you.'

But Tuck couldn't see her, and neither could anyone else. Sam was the only one left in the room, and yet she couldn't move. She was already knee-deep in a pile of meat when she finally passed out, but not before hearing the crazy lady one last time:

"What? You? You think you can stop me from serving these children a balanced, protein-filled meal?"

Danny arrived barely in time, the sense in his brain directing him to the scene.

'Weird… This is the first time there's been a ghost attack since I came back. They must be letting the bad ones through now. Great.'

He was a bit nervous, having never fought a fellow ghost before and not knowing what to expect. Naturally, he didn't expect it to be an elderly lady throwing meat.

'That's it? This could be easier than I thought.'

"You know, they always said respect your elders, but I don't think that this applies!" he shouted, not really knowing what else to doSaving people from fires was one thing, after all it just required him to float in, grab them and go. But destroying an angry ghost? He didn't even know where to start.

"What? You? You think you can stop me from serving these children a balanced, protein-filled meal?"

"Balanced, huh? All I see is MEAT!" As he shouted, he tried to think of something, anything to destroy her.

As if his body was answering his questions, his hands began to glow green with energy, until two large balls of ectoplasm appeared. Looking down, Danny knew what he had to do.

He quickly hurled his hands forward, sending the balls of ghostly power straight at his elderly foe.

The ghost stopped in shock as Danny's attacks hit her square in the chest, sending bits of meat flying in the air.

"Meat feeds the body! Gives us strength!" she screeched, trying to recover.

"Oh yeah? Well I think it's about time you ate some yourself!" he shouted back as he grabbed a chicken leg and hurled it at her.

While she was distracted by the sudden turnaround of her meat, Danny pulled out the device he had found at the Fenton's.

"Not sure what this does, but I found it in that lab and it looked cool…"

He opened the lid, hoping it would do something. Luckily it did: a blue beam shot from the top and Danny instinctively pointed it at the ghost. The beam sucked her in within seconds.

Unsure what to do next, Danny quickly capped the container.

"Phew! At least that's over."

He was about to fly off when he saw her.

'Sam!'

She was lying on the ground, probably passed out, knee-deep in a pile of meat.

"It's okay, I'll take you home," he mumbled as he picked her up and flew off.

"Sam! Sam! "

If it hadn't been his voice, she probably wouldn't have awoken as fast as she had.

"Phantom?" she asked groggily as she came to.

"It's Danny, but it's fine. Are you okay?"

She was lying on her bed, and Danny was hovering right above her, closer than she ever would have wished, his ghostly glow flickering.

'He must be weak from fighting…'

"I think so, Danny." She smiled. "Was that you? Who stopped the lunch lady?"

"Yes, it was. But that doesn't matter. All that matters is that you're safe."

"Well I am… now. Thanks," she said shyly. She didn't want to act the way she was acting, but a wave of emotions were suddenly taking over her body and she just couldn't help herself.

Danny caught on quicker than she expected.

"That lady was really, well—" But before she could continue, he put his finger to her lips.

"Shhh, just hold on. I want to try something."

And at that very moment, he leaned down, and they shared their very first kiss.

"Hey Tuck," Sam said into the phone a few hours later.

"Yes I'm fine. No I don't need you to come over. NO I did not eat any meat!"

Despite being her friend, Tucker had a way of being an idiot some days.

"I called because we need to talk. About today. And the past few weeks. And the dance." She gulped, then finally began to tell her friend her story.

"And then he just kissed me, like nothing was wrong!" Sam finished after thirty minutes.

Tucker, on the other end, had been a great listener as she explained the dance (conveniently forgetting to mention the suicide attempt) and her story of the ghost boy. But after finishing up, Sam heard nothing.

"Tuck, please say something." She sighed into the phone.

"Sam, I… I don't know what to say. I mean, he's a GHOST. And I'm pretty sure there is no one out there who can give relationship advice on that subject," Tucker finally answered.

"I know, I know, I just needed to tell someone. I can't tell my parents, and my grandma has been a little weird lately herself."

"It's fine Sam, I just need to warn you. I've studied ghosts a little bit. And I know enough to tell you that, as a ghost, he can't really age or change. Who knows if he can even stay out here much longer. I don't want you to get hurt."

Sam had thought about the fact that he was a ghost several times, but hearing her friend say it out loud made it all the more real. He was right: how could she even consider being with someone who would never grow older? They'd never be able to live a normal life.

'Since when is my life normal though?'

"I know Tucker, I know."

"News reporters were called out to our local high school today with a rather odd report. Here's Lance Thunder with the story!"

"Thanks, Tiffany! This is Lance Thunder and I'm standing outside of Amity's own Casper High School, the site of an alleged ghost attack earlier this afternoon."

The camera was on a clean-shaven man, standing outside the high school, looking rather nervous.

"We talked to a student here who witnessed most of the crisis. Paulina, is it?"

The camera then zoomed in on a Latino girl, about age 16.

"Yeah, that's right Lance. Am I really on TV?"

"Yes you are. Can you please tell us what you saw?"

"Oh yeah, that. Well we were all just at lunch, and Star was discussing her newest outfits and then suddenly I was hit in the back of the head with a chunk of MEAT! Obviously I turned around to see who had thrown it so I could tell them a thing or two about how beef is bad for my follicles, and this creepy, green old lady is floating in the middle of the cafeteria!"

"Floating?"

"Yea, so naturally, I scream—I mean, who wouldn't if you got hit by meat AND there was a lady floating around. And then the rest of the cafeteria freezes and they all turn to look at ME! Like it's bad enough I have meat in my hair, but everyone have to see it!?"

"So then what happened?"

"Duh! I ran, and so did the rest of the school. And after that, no one knows what happened, but that whacko old lady is gone now. Does she realize how much shampoo it's going to take to get the meat out of my… HEY! Turn the camera back here!"

"Sorry, Paulina, is it? But we just received an anonymous photo taken this afternoon."

The TV then switched to a photo. It was Phantom, and he was flying away from the school. Sam, passed out, was in his arms.

"Well, I'll be darned, that is one very interesting photo."

The photo was clear enough that any viewer could make out the hero's face as well as the face of the girl in his arms

"Well all be… he is back."

Sarah Manson quickly flipped off the television in the kitchen and closed her eyes, trying to process what she had hoped wasn't true for days now.

"And Sammy had to go and find him…"

It was all starting to make sense now. Sam's recent mood changes and the way she acted when the news came on. The pieces were falling into place and Sarah wasn't sure how she felt about it.

Not knowing what else to do at the moment, she wheeled herself to the ramp up the stairs, headed for the bathroom. After the entire mess that day, all she really needed was a relaxing bubble bath.

"I think it's about time I track down some answers."

#danny phantom #sam manson #phanfiction #fanfiction #danny phantom fanfiction #danny phantom au #danny phantom fanfic

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wrestlinghasmelike-blog · 7 years ago

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Takeover: Chicago Reactions- June 18th, 2018

Hey everyone! I hope you all had a great weekend watching wrestling, or working, or doing whatever you had to do! I was late watching Takeover because of work and how my weekend turned out, but I found some time to watch it, thankfully! Money in the Bank was also this weekend, and again, thankfully, I had time to watch it. It fell on Father’s Day, so the pay per view was my way of getting out of any celebration.

So originally this was going to be a post for both shows, but then I started writing it and it was too long, so I’m splitting up posts. I’m not gonna go through each match, because boy howdy there were a lot of them. I’m just gonna talk highlights and overall feelings. Please let me know what your thoughts on the show was, I’d love to hear from you! What were your favorite matches, or your least favorite moments? Once you’re done reading, please reblog and share so other people can see this! I’m always amazed at my follower count and how it continues to grow. Thank you to everyone!

Let me just start by saying this...

Takeover >>>>> Money in the Bank

Takeover's always done better than WWE proper with their pay per views. I think because NXT is such a smaller roster and shorter time, they do better with storytelling and build up. If you tell me you were not interested in the story of Ricochet and Velveteen, I’m calling bullshit. It was one of the best build-ups I’ve seen all year, I think. It had heart, soul, emotion, struggle, and a whole bunch of animosity behind it, and they were able to tell this story in the short time of, what, like a month? And this was my most hyped for match for takeover for that reason! And it really delivered, but I’ll talk more about it later.

MITB did have its moments, and I actually really like those matches, and ladder matches in general. I’m a big apologist for this pay per view because of all the possibilities that could come out of the matches. You get crazy spots, dangerous moves, and some overall exciting wrestling! You really never know who could grab the briefcase and get the contract.

Unfortunately, the outcomes we got from both the men’s match and the women’s match were disappointing, to say the least. WWE loves to screw us over lately, but they keep sucking us back in.

Let’s start with the Takeover reaction...

Starting with that explosive tag match was a smart booking move. It was exciting from start to finish, and the crowd, and myself, never took our eyes off of the action. Having Roderick Strong step in for Bobby Fisch, who is out with a knee injury, was a great move for the Undisputed Era. I would’ve loved to see Danny and Oney take the titles to keep this rivalry going, but keeping Undisputed is fine since they’re such a hot team right now.

That match between Ricochet and Velveteen was one of the most intense and most heart-filled matches I think I’ve seen all year. Like I said earlier, this match was told with an incredible story that was filled with such emotion that only NXT could tell correctly. The match delivered on everything that could’ve been told in a match; from Velveteen literally wearing Ricochet’s old pants (I saw it confirmed on Twitter, but I couldn’t find where to post the link) to the fatigue and the ego from both athletes towards the end. Velveteen’s ego got the better of him in the end, and I would’ve been happy with either competitor winning this bout, but Ricochet got the win, and he and Velveteen are going to be the future, and I hope it starts sooner rather than later, because I can’t wait to see more of this.

The women’s match left more to be desired, to be honest. I love Nikki Cross a lot, and Shayna is at least better than Ronda (whoops, who said that? Oh yea, meee). I wish that Nikki still had sANITY with her, but they aren’t on TV right now, so Nikki’s doing better than they are. The thing I really appreciate about Nikki is her mind games fitting in with her wrestling style. In this match, she was really playing with Shayna, and she used that to her advantage. Also during this match, people were playing with a beach ball, and I’m so done with that. Be respectful! Shayna needs to polish up some things in the ring, but overall she’s better now than when she first started on the show, and I appreciate seeing the difference and the work she obviously put in. The ending to this match was spectacular with Nikki being in the hold and welcoming that. Give Nikki the title right now, especially for that finish.

I wasn’t too thrilled with the Aleister/Lars title match. Aleister always usually delivers, and I’m so happy he’s finally the champ, but who decided that it was Lars who was gonna challenge him? There were a lot of unfortunate botches in the match that really hurt the match, like that huuuge one with the Black Mass attempt. Aleister did retain, and I can’t wait for him to get a better opponent.

The Chicago Street Fight with Ciampa and Gargano was really something! I think I’ve said it before, but Gargano is not one of my boys, but I really respect his ability and skill and his heart. This match has been a year in the making, ever since Ciampa turned his back on his friend in their last match as tag team partners. Again, NXT has the best storytelling, but they didn’t really need to tell a lot for this one because Johhny and Tommaso told this one on their own. From start to finish, this match lived up to its name. I wish I was more interested in this when the rivalry first started, but I felt the emotion in this so hard. Both of these guys put their bodies and their careers on the line without question, and say what you will about Ciampa, but he and Johnny had a phenomenal match. The wedding ring, the spot through the table, and that fucking finish. That fucking finish, you guys. Wow. And the crowd chanting at the end. God, I love wrestling.

What a fantastic show. 9/10 for me. Just amazing.

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fat-manatee-fun · 7 years ago

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Night Time Cuddles

Hey guys this is a fic that I wrote based on a request by @bb555204 ; “You should write a ross x female reader or danny x female reader (game grumps) and have it be fluff where they are just playing video games on the couch but they aren’t dating and they fall asleep while cuddling and are on top of each other maybe and a different grump takes pictures of them and the grump says something when they wake up like “you guys are just so cute together, why don’t you just date already. God, we’ve been waiting forever.” I don’t know if this is good but you don’t have to.”

Thank you so much for requesting it and sorry it took so long to write, technical difficulties. Anyway enjoy the read!

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It was a chill day, the type of day where all you want to do is play some games, with yea boys. (Y/N) was in between Danny and Arin guesting in on a Grumps episode, “FUCK YOU!” Arin was getting a little red in the face, they had been playing a new game sent in by one of the fans, and at first, it was super fun, a few dick jokes and some enemy battles later it had gotten hard. The game was starting to lose it’s fun for everyone and add in the fact they were shooting late for a backup video, Arin’s sanity as losing its self. Danny and (Y/N) were getting into a tired and giggly mood, soooo nothing was serious. “I think it’s time to call quits, everyone is done, Arin more than ever, so, NEXT TIME ON GAME GRUMPS,” (Y/N) said to one of the mics then quickly shutting off, “Arin go cool off okay, me and Dan will stay behind and clean up. Okay?” Arin nodded and left the room, Danny looks at (Y/N) after Arin had left the room and with a few giggles, “bet you could beat this level,” (Y/N) eye glinted with mischief at her friend and picked up the controller.

No one knows how it happened, Danny and (Y/N) were playing the game and suddenly they weren’t. At some point, they had fallen asleep. (Y/N) was curled on her side being the big spoon to Dan, she had her head resting on his back, so she curved with him, they looked very peacefull sleeping on the Grump couch. The tv played the theme music that sounded like a lullaby so maybe that helped too.

A light knock on the door wasn’t enough to wake the two, “Hey guys, I think I forgot my dri-” Ross had entered the room to see to two friends cuddling on the couch, with a smirk Ross pulled out his phone to take a picture, “Smile love birds,” Once the picture was taken it was immediately posted to Instagram, *please tell me they finally confessed, please!* Posted and satisfied Ross went back to trying to find his lost idem and leave them to sleep.

They woke up the next morning, neither had moved from each other during the night, the only thing that woke them was the music coming from (Y/N) phone. They groaned as they stretched awake, Danny looked over at (Y/N) still rubbing the sleep from her (Y/E/C), a quick thought to how pretty you looked flashed through his brain, “Hey, good morning, sleep well?” Dan asked, “yeah, I slept great. Hey this isn’t weird right?” Dan stiffened slightly at the question, its not everyday you fall asleep cuddling your crush, play it cool, “Of course not, we’re friends remember?” Dan turned and smiled, “Yeah friends,” (Y/N) smiled back, trying to match his. Dan grabbed his phone to check the time, then look on to Instagram to see the notifications, Danny just stared at his screen in shock, damn it, Ross he thought to himself, what if (Y/N) saw this, what would happen, “Danny? You good?” Dan startled at the sound of her voice, “Um yeah, everything’s fine, just looking at a photo,” (Y/N) started to walk forward, “Lemme see,” Before Danny could do anything yn looked at his phone to see the picture of the two in an intimate cuddle, “We do look cute togeather,” she also read the caption, “am I that obvious,” the statement gave a Slap to dan, “wait, what?” he looked at her, confused and optimistic, “are you saying what I think your saying, (Y/N)?” please please please, “if you think I confessing about my crush on you then yes, yes I am,” she gave a worried smile, she really hoped Dan wouldn’t’ get mad.

Dan did the opposite of what (Y/N) thought he was going to do, he grabbed her face and pressed his lips to hers, they parted after a few moments, “I’m not good with words first thing in the morning,” (Y/N) laughed, “I don’t mind. How about we go out to coffee and talk about this in more detail?” she said standing up and holding out her hand for Danny to take, “I’d love to,"

A/N Thank you for taking the time to read this! if you want to request a fic please don’t be shy! I’d love to do it! I have also posed this on my AO3 account if you wanna read my other works. THANKS AGAIN!!

#game grumps #danny sexbang #dan avadan #cuddle #sfw #fluff #cute

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charlion-em · 8 years ago

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On Sight ch3

There was a sway in MJ’s step when she entered the small cafe, the kind of sway which had Ava immediately perking up from her slumped position in the booth. The sway, combined with that exact angle of her lips, meant MJ Knew Something™ juicy she wanted to share. She waved at Ava as she entered the short line, and the time it took for her -probably very sugary- drink seemed to drag on eternally.

MJ finally joined her, sliding next to her with the same confidence she projected when she was about to corner someone in an interview.

Ava swallowed.

“Hey, MJ.”

MJ tested the temperature of her coffee then sat it back down with a sour look. “Ava…” She swirled her finger around the outside of her coffee cup. “What's this I hear Sam is seeing someone?”

“News to me.” Ava thought back to her conversation with Sam the night before. “He was actually bummed about Peter not returning his feelings.”

“Wait, so he confessed?”

Ava pursed her lips. “Of course not. He has come to the brilliant conclusion that Peter has been avoiding him for months and doesn't want to be friends anymore.”

“Idiots.”

Ava sipped her own coffee. “Yep.”

“What could have given Peter the impression Sam is seeing someone?” MJ furrowed her brows, “Something must have happened between brunch and the bar.”

“Well, I can try to corner Luke when we’re taking boxes up…”

“It's a good start. Maybe he's heard something.” She sighed, wrapping her hands around her coffee to stave off the chill working down her spine.

Everything was finally moved; boxes were stacked in the appropriate rooms and her furniture was roughly arranged. It would take some time to unpack, but it was worth it for a better building near the hospital.

Luke caught her eye and nodded.

“Alright,” Ava collapsed into her couch next to MJ. “Sam, you said you'd take the truck back?”

Sam poked his head out of the kitchen, “Uh, right. I was just getting some of your stuff put away so I can make everyone dinner.”

Ava pinched the bridge of her nose.

Peter beat her to it, speaking up for the first time in a while. “Brainiac, she just moved… there's no food TO cook.”

“Right…”

Ava tossed Sam the keys. “It's fine, we'll just get take out.”

Luke cleared his throat.

Danny jolted, having forgotten their plan whispered around boxes that afternoon. “Oooor,” he tapped his chin, “you can pick up groceries and make a scrumptious dinner for us.”

“Oh come on, I'm already taking the van back. Make Peter do it.” He stalked towards the door.

“Hey!”

Luke clapped his hands, “Great idea!” He pushed Peter towards the door. “You two have fun.” He pushed them out the door, locking it behind them.

Sam scowled at the closed door. Next to him, Peter chuckled, “Guess he’s hungry.”

“Whatever.” Sam didn't spare him a glance as he stomped towards the elevators. “I should just drop the van off and let them starve.”

Peter remained quiet for the ride down, which was fine by Sam and really just par for the course. It was when they reached the moving van that Peter spoke up. “Give me the keys.”

Sam eyed his outstretched hand suspiciously.

“Come on, I'll take the van back and you shop. I wouldn't know what to get anyway.”

Sam snorted. “Besides frozen pizza?”

“There's a decent grocery store a block that way,” he pointed. “It's close enough you won't need a cab. With this traffic, you'll probably have something tasty whipped up before I get back.”

“Can't argue with your logic. I'll see you back at Ava's then.”

Danny stared at a mustard stain on the couch, sighing to himself as his friends all congratulate each other on a match well set.

“Have something to say Danny?” Luke poked his side.

“I don't think this will work.”

“Come on, what's more romantic than grocery shopping together? I love picking out food with you.”

Danny sighed, “Sam and Peter are not you and me.”

There was a knock at the door. “They can't be done already,” Ava stood to open the door. “Hey, Sam…”

Sam entered alone carrying several bags of groceries. “Hope you're in the mood for vegetarian chill.”

“Um, where's Peter?” MJ looked at the door as Sam disappeared into the kitchen.

“Turning in the van.”

Danny grinned at the group. “Told you.”

MJ tossed her hands in the air. “I give up. We've tried having them share a room at the beach, tried getting them to sit together at every opportunity, bailed on a movie night so they could be alone, they are hopeless.”

“May I try something?” Danny glanced at the kitchen to be sure Sam hadn't heard MJ.

“Knock yourself out.”

Danny smiled and stood. “I am going to help Sam with dinner.” He gave Luke a kiss on the cheek before disappearing into the kitchen.

“Thanks for the help, Danny.” Sam wiped his forehead with a towel. “You cutting those veggies saved a lot of time.”

“No problem, I do enjoy cooking.” He bit his lip, “Sam?”

“Yea?” Sam was digging in a box for more bowls.

“I'm thinking of asking Luke to move in with me. Would you be okay with the rent at your current place? If not I can-”

Sam held up a hand. “I'll be fine. Is it a little soon? You two have only been dating a short time…”

Danny shrugged. “It will probably take me some time to get the courage to ask him, but we've been friends for so long it doesn't feel like it would be rushed.”

Sam beamed up at him, “I'm really happy for you two.”

“Here, let me take those out and set the table.” He collected the bowls and spoons Sam had collected.

“Thanks, Danny. It should be ready soon.”

As Danny left the kitchen, Peter arrived returned, complaining about traffic and rude lot attendants. He let the other three endure Peter's rant and slipped back into the kitchen after setting the table.

“Sounds like Peter's back?” Sam dipped a clean spoon into the chili and tasted a small bite. “It's done, just waiting on the rolls.”

“I will herd everyone to the table.”

Sam chuckled and began to fill the serving bowl. By the time he moved it to the table, everyone was eagerly waiting. He noted the open seat between Ava and MJ as he sat the bowl in the center of the table. “Thank you for dining at Casta Ava, I will not be your server please help yourselves and fill your own bowls.” The timer dinged. “I will be right back with the bread.”

After retrieving the bread, Sam took his seat and waited for his turn for the ladle. He munched on his roll, looking anywhere but straight across the round table to where Peter sat.

“This is really good Sam.” Danny hummed contently.

A murmur of agreement sounded as Sam filled his own bowl. “Thanks, it's been awhile since I've made this.”

They ate in silence for a few minutes, enjoying the end of a long day. Danny broke the silence, “I wish we had wine to make a toast, but water will do.”

He held up his glass, “To Ava, may your apartment and new job be the start of great things for you.”

Ava held hers up as well, “And to new relationships!”

“Here here,” Luke clanked his glass against Danny's first as everyone pushed their to the center.

MJ reached for another roll. “It is so good to see you two stop dancing around each other. It really took too long.”

Luke snorted and rocked against Danny.

Danny smiled broadly, “It did take too long. But not as long as Sam and Peter. It would take someone telling them they both return the other’s feelings to get them together.”

Sam’s eyes snapped up to Peter as everything slowed down around him. He distantly heard Luke saying, “You can't just tell them like that,” and MJ inhale loudly. Peter was frozen, staring at Danny with his lips slightly parted.

Was there truth to Danny's words? Of course- Danny didn't lie. Maybe he misunderstood something Peter said. Or maybe it was a joke and he didn't know Sam DID like Peter. Or maybe-

Peter's eyes flicked to his for a fraction of a second before he was pushing away from the table. “I need to go.”

Sam was helpless as Peter rushed out the door, the weight of a dozen chitauri pressing him into his seat, unable to move even slightly. Unsure if he even should.

MJ’s cold hand on his shoulder grounded him enough to bring him out of his spiral. “Go after him, honey. You know how he gets…”

Sam was already shutting the door behind him before her last syllable passed her lips.

His heart skipped a beat when the area in front of the elevators was empty. Had Peter already taken one? Or taken the stairs? How would he find him?

As he took a step towards the stairs, he turned to find Peter standing next to Ava's door with his back pressed against the wall and his eyes closed.

“Shit. I thought you left, I didn't think you'd still be here…” Sam pivoted to face Peter, “Hey.”

Peter inhaled and slowly opened his eyes as he exhaled. “I'm sorry.”

“S-sorry?” Sam balled up his hands. Sorry for the joke? For not telling him or-- had he once liked him and now didn't? Danny had outdated information.

“I know you and Ava are a thing and you haven't told anyone and I didn't want you to know about… this…”

Sam blinked. “Me and Ava? Wait-” He inched closer, “- so it is true?”

Peter shrugged. “Just forget Danny said anything.”

Sam did the only thing he could think to do and pushed Peter's shoulder. “You absolute asshole. Is that why you've been avoiding me? I thought you hated me or something.”

“Avoiding? Oh.” Peter looked away sheepishly. “I didn't know what else to do.”

“You could have told me!” Sam pushed him again. “How long?”

“Wha- uh-” Peter groaned. “Since we used to fight like this all the time.”

Sam pushed him again. “Like this?”

“All I wanted to do then was grab your arm and pull you against me and kiss you until- why- it doesn't matter. Shit.”

Sam pushed him again. “I'd have liked that very much. Why didn't you.”

Peter crossed his arms. “Sam… look, can we not have this conversation? I don't want to know what could have been.”

This time Sam pushed him with both hands. “Ava and I are not together. Webs in your head? Where did you get an idea like that?”

“Wait.” Peter's arms fell to his sides.

Sam turned, “This is stupid.” But he didn't step away.

“Sam.”

“Pete… we suck at this.”

“Yeah. Hey, push me again.”

Sam shook his head. “Nice try webs.”

Peter leaned back against the wall again. “So.”

“So.” Sam glanced up, his eyes darting across Peter's lips. “Should we mess with them?’

Peter grinned. “Sam, this is one of the many reasons I like you.”

Sam ducked his head then looked back up with a smirk. “You can tell me alllll the reasons why in the cab.” He grabbed Peter's hand and pulled him to the elevators.

“All the reasons? That will take some time. And I'll probably find new reasons in the meantime.”

They held hands the entire ride to the first floor. “And what about you?”

“We can take turns.” Sam led him out to the curb, hailing a cab with ease. “What did you have in mind to mess with them?

Peter flashed him a toothy grin. “I have a few ideas.”

He squeezed Sam’s hand before he crawled into the cab, “Wait.” He pulled him close and slowly leaned down to capture Sam’s lips. “Or maybe, he whispered against Sam's lips, “we don't mess with them since they were just trying to get us together.”

Sam pressed their lips together again, this time with more force. “I guess we can let it slide this once.”

Thanks for reading!

I was thinking ‘about writing an extra scene with everyone crowded around Ava’s window to watch them kiss xD But telling you guys is good enough haha

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There's a knock on Daniel's driver's room door post-race, so quiet he almost misses it. When swinging the door open reveals a pouty, exhausted Lando, he's quick to pull the younger into the room - away from prying eyes. "Hey bub, what's-" He doesn't get the opportunity to finish his question before Lando is throwing himself in Daniel's arms. Of course, Daniel wraps his arms around the little - it was a long day for both of them; he needed this just as much as Lando. (1) - 👻

Daniel assumes it's a normal, albeit prolonged, hug after a rough day, until he feels the telltale sign of Lando's shoulders trembling. "Oh, Lando. It's over now, yeah? On to better and brighter races." Even as Lando nods, Daniel can still feel the younger wedge a hand between them, desperately trying to scrub tears out of his eyes. "Why don't we get you changed, hmm? Something cozy instead of that race suit?" Erase any reminders of today, Daniel thinks but doesn't add. (2) Lando makes no move to pull away, and though Daniel can't quite make out the words spoken around the thumb jammed in the other's mouth, it sounds something like "Wan' yous, Danny." So he simply stays there, holding the boy, drawing what he hopes are comforting patterns on Lando's back, until the younger grows restless. Daniel has to resist the urge to grimace when the sleeve of his hoodie is pinched between Lando's damp thumb and index finger. "Want yours, Danny!" Oh. That request is clear. (3) Daniel is practically beaming (and frankly, looking forward to the opportunity to spam Carlos with a series of photos of the little requesting to wear his clothing for a change). "The hoodie thief strikes again, huh?" Daniel asks, laughter leaving his lips when Lando nods with enthusiasm. "C'mon, bub," Daniel holds out his hand, and the exhausted little is quick to take it. "Let's get my bag, let you pick out your new hoodie." (4) [Idk what this was, I blame McLaren for making me emotional] end of ask

mate, you’re in my brain and in my inbox do you know how many asks i’ve got harassing me over some post Canada race Dando. here you have it folks, i almost love it too much to add on but i’ll indulge ya.

Lando’s a face mush hugger for sure, just absolutely wishes he could disappear into whatever other party is part of said hug, also will be offended if you then don’t get what he’s trying to say even if he’s got a finger or two in his mouth and might possibly be suffocating. Daniel’s used to it by now, has figured out for the most part how to connect the incomprehensible muffles to existing english words although not as well as Carlos can. he’s winning today tho, cause Lando requested his hoodie, and he’s gonna milk that for all he can.

He wraps his hand around Lando’s sleeve covered one, mostly catching the fabric of the mint colored hoodie with just his little finger tips peeking out, barely brushing against Daniel’s hold. They’re sneaking out late enough for it to be dark, and most if not all the drivers have left the grid already. He figures the paparazzi has left, possibly to get some pictures of some stray drivers partying in the city. And even if they catch a photo, Lando’s hardly recognizable in the hoodie he seems to be drowning in, hood done up and curls hidden by the purple beaning the matches the giant number 3 on Lando’s back. The younger follows easily, his free hand scrubbing at his eyes as a yawn escapes him.

“You tired, Bub?” Daniel asks as he squeezes them through the tight exit, guiding Lando to the car.

“Yea.” It comes out through another yawn and Daniel figures he must really be, if he’s admitting to it.

“Bed soon.” Daniel promises as he fits Lando in the car, pressing a kiss to Lando’s forehead as he buckles him in.

The rides quick and easy but Lando’s fast asleep when they get to the hotel anyway. Daniel contemplates carrying him in, but thinks too much of the risk of fans and paparazzi camping outside the hotel so he gentle shakes Lando awake, and gets a grumbled out whine in return while his hands get batted away. “Noooooo.”

“Shh.” Daniel soothes, catching one of Lando’s hands before he gets sweater-pawed in the face. “Cm’on. We gotta show Papa how cool you look.”

The mention of Carlos gets him to squint an eye open and a minute later he’s got Lando leaning into his side while they make their way to Carlos’ hotel room.

The door is opened after only two knocks and Carlos hasn’t even fully opened the door yet before Lando flops himself against the Spaniard, hands catching the T-shirt he’s wearing as he lets out a content sigh of. “Papa.”

“Hi cariño.” Carlos smiles while Daniel ushers them both in, closing the door behind him. “What’s all this huh?” He asks, lifting the beanie off of Lando’s head and freeing the messy curls.

“That’s the best merch you ever did see.” Daniel quips while Lando nods along, eyes already closing as he puts his weight on Carlos. “‘S pretty, Papa.”

Carlos doesn’t miss the way Daniel’s face lights up in his trademark grin and can’t help but smile too. “It is, amor.”

They talk for a minute while Lando seems to have managed to fall asleep standing upright, that is until Daniel’s pressing kissing to his head with a promise to see him tomorrow.

“No!” Is the immediate whine he gets, eyes blinking open while he frees one of his hands to grab at Daniel. “Stay.”

Daniel shares a look with Carlos while Lando keeps tugging on Daniel’s hoodie, a string of “pretty please’s” leaving his mouth.

Carlos shrugs, putting a finger to Lando’s lips to hush him. “The bed’s pretty big.”

#littlef1adventures #lf1a.minific #👻 anon

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What's your favorite Danny x Colleen moments in The Defenders? Separate and together! :)

why would you ask this because the answer? every scene of them. every scene. but also like this is my favorite thing to talk about right now so I’m going to go thru a bunch of it.

that moment in episode one with colleen being all worried and touching danny’s face all gently like wow ok help me

“but do you trust me?” “of course”

the way danny looks at colleen in general like this boy is so in love

holding hands in the helicopter

that little moment in episode 8 after they get out of the building and danny just kinda hugs colleen to his side

“but we can figure this out. together”

colleen basically being the Supportive Wife

danny calling colleen to let her know he’s safe and everything

like he’s so good and pure??

that look colleen gives danny in episode 3 before she and claire leave him and luke together

danny running into the dojo and immediately hugging her rly tightly like ok i am dead

that scene in ep 3 where they’re at rand and talking to the lady and just seamlessly going back and forth explaining stuff to the lady like y’all are so married

the fact that they are the cutest married couple to ever cute

“i’m glad you’re meditating, you need a break” further proof of supportive wife colleen wing

colleen being excited about the sword guy’s workshop and the whole “is it weird that i want to live here?” and danny probably falling 100% more in love with her right then

colleen being all defensive when luke is super skeptical about the iron fist stuff “there’s this mystical place called k’un lun”

danny being like no i’ve got this and then saying the exact same thing

danny completely ignoring bakuto once he realizing oh colleen is hurt and instead immediately goes to her

have i mentioned the way they look at each other yet bc i cry

they trust each other so! much!

colleen “i’m just here to blow up the building and save my husband” wing

them both wearing soft sweaters at the same time and looking adorable

matching outfits in general oh u lil dorks (ep 8 specifically)

danny just sort of living with colleen even tho realistically he could buy somewhere else to live but he’s just kinda there with his colleen

colleen cupping danny’s face all gently!

before kissing him!

the fact that danny pretty much just gets much happier every time colleen is in the room

when colleen is injured and they take her into the police station and danny gently touching her face (me crying)

colleen just wanting something stable in her life and that absolutely can be danny now haha i love dying

also that kiss in general like that??? was so pure???

they’re! each others! home!

they’re! each others! family!

“it’s starting to feel like home” im not crying ur crying (haha yea i cried)

the parallel thing between colleen in ep 1 “what do you need it to be?” “home” and danny’s “it’s starting to feel like home”

this picture

colleen smiling at danny before and after kissing him and the way he looks at her after the kiss like she’s the most important thing in his life

this is just what comes to mind from my admittedly fuzzy memory of defenders rn so i’ll probably add on when i finish rewatching

#danny x colleen #ironwing #danny rand #colleen wing #dannycolleen #defenders #defenders spoilers #asks #anonymous #thank u anon for letting me be emotional trash #i love them #so much #i cannot handle it

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Ten Marketers And A Bunch Of SEO Tips I’ve Picked Up From Them Along The Way

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***First of all the above picture is me doing the (Steve) AOKI jump. I wanted to prove that I might just be a ninja, so I’m qualified to talk about a bunch of SEO tips. Wrong type of Ninja huh?***

I haven’t written a blog post in a long time, mainly because I haven’t had the time to do it. Let’s face it when one works at an agency and has multiple clients that they are developing and implementing marketing strategies for, there really isn’t much time for anything else.

Last week I broke my hand which probably has you asking shouldn’t he have less time then? The answer is YES! But, blogging and doing SEO (Whatever That Means) are still 2 of my favorite things. So, here we are, I am writing a blog post about my favorite tips that I’ve learned from some of my favorite marketers, SEO Ninjas, PPC Gurus and everything in between.

By the way that took me about 20 minutes to type due to the broken hand. MAYBE I DON’T HAVE TIME FOR THIS?

The tips nor the marketers are in any specific order and are simply tips that stood out to me when I heard them. There is no real time period here. Some are old tips and some are from 2018. But, you all get a GOLD STAR in my book!

A Bunch Of SEO Tips From My Favorite Marketers

Danny Sullivan – @dannysullivan

This is really simple now that I think about it, but at the time I never thought about how big of an impact local SEO could/would have.

Danny said, “Show up right in local SEO”. He spoke about the importance of having your information correct in Google My Business, monitoring Yelp and other review sites, because those sites would become important in local searches.

This is obviously right on point and it reminds me of a few services (hmmm) such as YEXT, Bright Local, White Spark, and Moz Local. Were they listening to you, Danny?

Rand Fishkin – @randfish

I remember when Rand said something about how SEO people or the “SEOs” on the team need to be involved with branding, design, and development. This way you’re taking advantage of your offerings before the end product goes to market.

I took this and applied it to my current position which is a digital strategist at a website development company that does digital marketing. I enthusiastically put myself into the beginning process of the website development.

This meant pissing off the design team, the “thinkers” or people working mostly on branding and the developers. It turns out having a good user experience design, sitemap and overall plan is a good thing and this became the common practice. Thanks, Rand Fishkin.

Barry Schwartz – @rustybrick

What I remember from Barry is when he said to not follow all of the changes and basically stick to what you know works. He said to continue pumping out good content and be the expert.

Barry is the one that drilled down that you need to know what you are writing about and be passionate about it. This way you will at least sound like you know what you’re talking about. Keeping your readers coming back is the goal and being the expert will do that and show Google that you are an authority on your topic.

We know that Google loves authority… Well as long as they’re the authority! Right?

Larry Kim – @larrykim

Larry Kim is why I heard about Medium and why publishing on the site is a good idea for your content. It was actually earlier this year before he went to do his Unicorn thing. Larry posted a blog post that had 10 reasons you should be publishing on Medium.

My only comment is he wasn’t wrong and I now use Medium as part of my repertoire. It’s nice to have another tool in the tool belt. Now if only Larry could make me a Chat Bot using Mobile Monkey. Those things are exhausting.

Neil Patel – @neilpatel

Now don’t get me wrong I have spent countless hours learning from Neil Patel, I’m not sure why I say Neil Patel, but for some reason when I say Neil Patel I have to use his whole name.

Anyways the first thing I can remember that really stands out from Neil Patel was when he was talking about making “how-to posts” and “Infographics”. Neil Patel had a very good point, he said “creating content that is interesting and worthy of sharing is a good thing. If someone can learn something valuable they are more likely to share it and keep coming back.”

OK, that was a paraphrase (Neil Patel is long-winded sometimes – best way possible), but you get it. Thanks for the advice, Neil Patel.

Joost de Valk – @jdevalk

First of all, can I just say Yoast SEO! I mean how many of us SEOs use it the right way and how many marketing people at companies think they can do SEO because they have that plugin? Am I Right? Please stop by the way, SEO is not THAT easy!

But, seriously I think that a long time ago if my memory serves me right that Joost is who made it very apparent that having a keyword strategy is extremely important. This includes coming up with a topic, getting search volume around your keyword(s), finding long tail versions to use and most recently the importance of using LSI keywords throughout your writing.

Write about your topic or an idea instead of just focusing on one keyword. I guess you can say I have evolved with Joost.

Aaron Wall – @aaronwall (Private?)

The biggest takeaway that I have received from Aaron is that SEO is not just people searching on Google. I changed my outlook to believe that “SEO” is holistic and we should look at everything online as a whole to be found everywhere.

He made a statement about being found on Amazon as an eCommerce store and it made me realize that SEO should be seen as a more broad term, maybe digital marketing or holistic SEO.

Brian Dean – @backlinko

While Brian Dean is a ball of SEO knowledge, the one thing I remember hearing and sticking with me is when he talked about the “Hilltop Algorithm”. This was something I had never heard of.

I knew that outbound links were important, but I would link to a Wikipedia site, not realizing that linking to high-quality pages was much better. Doing this tells Google that your page is a hub, such as a hub of information because it links out to high authority and relevant sources.

The study that he linked to on the topic sold me on this idea.

Aleyda Solis – @aleyda

I think my biggest takeaway from Aleyda is that she is way smarter than me. Every single time I read one of her blogs or watch a video I learn a ton! But, she does love charts and workflows and slides and she has so many steps that come along with her tips and tools – which is amazing and thorough!

I know that what I am saying makes her sound like one of my college professors, but I’m trying to say I learn a lot and it’s always very thorough. Which means I can’t think of just one SEO tip that stands out to me as there are just too many.

Freddy J. Nager – @atomictango

The only thing I remember about Freddy Nager is that one time I returned from my “Spring Break” vacation and he had put my fake Facebook Group on blast.

As you will see, as he put me on blast again, I made up a fake school project, I made up a fake persona (The reason I knew I would never do anything like this again), I made up everything and decided I would litter links to T-Shirts I was selling online throughout the group. Turns out the group took off. Like 800,000 people in a few days. Hell, my T-Shirt sales took off too.

Meanwhile, I was at the beach and had no idea what was going on. It turns out Freddy Nager and a few hundred other people were playing detective while I was playing drinking games. I came back home and read the blog posts he had written and the comments others had left.

Honestly, I thought it was hilarious and I was making some nice money at the same time. But, what did I learn from Freddy J, Nager? I learned how to be a marketer, how to be transparent, and that doing things the wrong way (at least normally) will get you nowhere or left behind. The reason I say normally is that the T-Shirts just would not stop selling.

He wrote something about how if I was doing this right I would have been nurturing the relationships I was building in order to sell to them again, I now realize that to be the case. But, at the same time, I think I saw the beginning of burn and churn marketing in the days of Social Media.

I also think this was the first time I saw how a profile behind a social media platform can be very convincing and convince people to do just about anything they ask them. For me, it was buying shirts (to others it might be to vote a particular way). Thankfully there are people like Freddy Nager out there to question things because that’s exactly what we need today!

In The End

As you can see I learned something different from each of these marketers. Some of these things were lessons in life, while other things were strictly actionable items. But, when put together these 10 tiny things helped me to be a better marketer.

To be 100% transparent I have learned 100s of things from all of these marketers and will continue to learn. Actually 100s of things from many other people as well. Hmmm, I think I just decided to make this a part 1 of who knows how many.

Thanks for the help guys and I’ll see you all next time.

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Army Major Warns Don't Poke The Dragon, War With China Would Be An Unnecessary Disaster

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Army Major Warns Don't Poke The Dragon, War With China Would Be An Unnecessary Disaster

Authored by Major Danny Sjursen via AntiWar.com,

The Non-Options: 4 Wars the Military Prepares for But Shouldn’t Fight: Volume II

There’s nothing military men like more than obsessively training for wars they will never have to fight. The trick is not to stumble into a conflict that no one will win.

Let’s everyone take a breath. Yes, China presents a potential threat to American interests in the economic, cyber, and naval realms. The U.S. must maintain a credible defensive and expeditionary posture and be prepared for a worst case scenario. What we don’t need is to blunder into a regional, or, worse still, all-out war with the Chinese dragon. Not now, probably not ever.

And yet, in Washington today, and within the Trump administration in particular, alarmism seems the name of the game. This is risky, and, ultimately, dangerous. In his 2018 National Defense Strategy, Secretary of Defense Mattis, a known hawk, refers to Russia and China as “revisionist powers,” and announces that the US military must now pivot to “great power” competition. Look, I’m all for extricating our overstretched armed forces from the Middle East and de-escalating the never-ending, counterproductive “war on terror.” What doesn’t make sense, is the reflexive assumption that (maybe) dialing down one war, must translate into ramping up for other, more perilous, wars with nuclear-armed powerhouses like Russia or China.

The usual laundry list of Chinese threats is well-known: China is (how dare they!) building a sizable blue-water navy and (gasp!) patrolling around sandy islands in the South China Sea. They conduct cyber-attacks (so do we) and steal intellectual property. They are planning a new “Silk Road” to integrate much of Eurasia into a China-centric trade and transportation system. No doubt, some of those items may be cause for measured concern, but none of the listed “infractions” warrants war!

Bottom line: China, like Russia, possesses neither the capacity nor intent for global domination or the subjugation of the United States. Period.

Let’s start with the capacity problem. China has a growing military. That is to be expected of one of the world’s top-two economies and a nation with more than 1 billion people. Don’t act so surprised. Still, China spends only one thirdas much as the US on defense. It has one leaky, outdated former Russian aircraft carrier and is building a few more. The US has about a dozen and our local Asian partners (India, Japan, Australia, and South Korea) – count another nine between them.

China has 14 foreign powers – some hostile – on its land borders. One of those is Russia, with whom the Chinese have a long history of border disputes. The last thing the US should want to do is drive those two unnatural allies into each other’s arms with overly bellicose rhetoric and military posturing. Another Chinese neighbor is India, which is strengthening its own military and also has 1+ billion citizens (and a much higher birthrate than China).

Then there’s the intent issue. China is not after global domination and no longer possesses a true internationalist communist ideology. It wants regionalsuperiority and a measure of global respect to make up for its perceived (and actual) embarrassment by European and American imperialists in the 19th and early 20th centuries. It wants a powerful trade block across Eurasia and a measure of control of its own “lake” – the South China Sea. Is that so unreasonable? The US has outright supremacy in its bordering seas, such as the Caribbean, Gulf of Mexico and Eastern Pacific. The US military has even sponsored coups and conducted outright invasions of nearby islands that didn’t sufficiently march to Washington’s tune.

Switch places with Chinese leader Xi Jinping for a moment. How would Trump(or Obama) respond, if the Chinese insisted they had a right to supremacy in the Caribbean? My guess: outright war.

Finally, there are the reasons not to fight, the reasons why a war would be catastrophic for both sides. China is huge, both in landmass and population(of 1.3 billion!). We’ve all heard the (accurate) trope warning against starting a land war in Asia. There’s good reason for that. The People’s Liberation Army (PLA) is huge and is capable of bogging the relatively small, all-volunteer US military in a nightmarish quagmire.

Nor could the US count on an easy projection of its naval and airpower into, say, the Taiwan Strait. China (and other competitors) have invested heavily in A2AD (Anti-Access, Area-Denial) systems that could thwart such attempts, inflict heavy casualties, or, at the least, maintain standoff. This would force the US military to preemptively escalate with attacks on Chinese homeland defenses. There is very little opportunity, therefore, to wage a limited war. Any fight with China will force the US”all-in” as a matter of course.

Furthermore, China’s booming and growing economy is both its strength and a sort of financial doomsday device. The US, European, and Chinese economies are by now inextricably linked. Hot war means trade war; and that would likely result in a cataclysmic global financial collapse. The US military is the most well-funded and equipped force on earth. Still, the backbone and foundation of that military rests with the power of the US economy. A new crash and potential depression would permanently damage our economy (along with China’s, no doubt).

Most importantly, China maintains an arsenal of at least 250 nuclear warheads. That’s a drop in the bucket compared to America’s 6000+ weapons, but more than enough to deter any serious invasion. Here’s the trick: never to fight a nuclear power, so long as it can be avoided. Anything else is insanity – ever heard of Nuclear Winter? Yea, it’s a real thing! The lesson: tread lightly, be cautious, and avoid unnecessary brinksmanship. That’s called statesmanship, something the US seems to have forgotten about these last 17 years.

Truth is, most of this threat inflation is really about cooking the books to justify gross overspending and a profits bonanza for the military-industrial complex. That’s a concern in itself, because a $700+ billion military budget is unsustainable, requiring either tough cuts to domestic programs, increased taxes, a ballooning national debt – or all of the above.

The real danger, though, is military brinksmanship. And the inescapable fog of war. It’s not impossible to imagine a dispute in the distant South China Sea (7000 miles from California) resulting in combat and casualties between the US and China. This could quickly escalate out of control. And remember, we both have loads of nuclear weapons!

It’s time to realistically weigh US interests, display some humility and craft a sober strategy for the Pacific. The sea coast of China cannot forever remain an “American lake.” We would never accept a foreign power in the Caribbean and can’t expect China – with over a billion citizens and a growing economy – to cede their local waters to a distant American Navy in perpetuity.

The US must appeal to local Asian partners based on our (ostensible) shared values of open trade and open society – a challenge to the more authoritarian Chinese value system. After all, soft power goes a long way, especially when all-out war is a non-option! That, of course, will require more consistency from the US We’ll have to walk the walk on our values and quit backing our “partners’” military campaigns – Saudis in Yemen, Israel in Gaza, etc. – when they often add up to veritable war crimes.

Remember, we owe the Chinese a lot of money. That gives them leverage, but it also gives us leverage. They want to be paid back and Beijing knows it needs the American market for its goods. Besides, our economies are actually highly intertwined. XI doesn’t want a major war with the US He is playing the long game, a chess match as compared to our bumbling checkers!

If there is a war in the Pacific with nuclear-armed China it will most likely not be of XI’s doing. Only American hubris can lead to what would inevitably be a disastrous war.

Given our recent track record – an Icarus-syndrome par excellence – that seems frighteningly likely.

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Read The Non-Options: 4 Wars the Military Prepares for But Shouldn’t Fight, Volume I

Danny Sjursen is a US Army officer and regular contributor to Antiwar.com. He served combat tours with reconnaissance units in Iraq and Afghanistan and later taught history at his alma mater, West Point. He is the author of a memoir and critical analysis of the Iraq War, Ghostriders of Baghdad: Soldiers, Civilians, and the Myth of the Surge. Follow him on Twitter at @SkepticalVet.

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