#Danny starts asking for an extra tea when hes over and leaves it in front of an empty chair

[quirkless-accident]

DP x BNHA

Either the camping trip arc or no.13 hero, Phantom is no.1 undergroud hero and the staff, class 1-A or All Might is about to know why. Aizawa is not phased.

Aizawa has been friends with Phantom for fifteen years. He's made a name for himself as the Number 1 underground hero. Considering how hush hush and territorial underground heroes tended to be, it was quite a feat.

Aizawa knew this.

Hizashi knew this.

The rest of the staff...Well, they would soon find out why exactly he was the number one underground hero.

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Phantom doesn't do it on purpose. He really doesn't. It's just easier to sneak past people if he's invisible. And sometimes he's so focused on the task in front of him that he forgets to drop it sometimes.

He's in the staff room making coffee, adding sugar and cream and whatnot. The door opens, and Thirteen comes in. He turns and waves his spoon at her. She yelps and leaves the room.

Danny finishes making his coffee, confused.

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Snipe is in the middle of a lecture on hero laws when Phantom scares the absolute bejeezus out of him.

It starts with a few snickers as he's walking back and forth from the chalkboard to the desk. He raises an eyebrow but otherwise is unaffected.

Not until he's taking a sip of tea and sees Phantom's head poking through the ceiling.

He coughs and sputters as Phantom shoots apology after apology.

"Sorry, Snipe!" He says, looking sheepish. "I didn't want to interrupt. But I Midnight asked me to tell you she needs to see you during lunch."

Snipe growls something like an affirmation and waves off his coworker. He pointedly ignores the chuckles from his students.

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Hizashi is easy to startle.

This is something Danny does do on purpose.

It's not hard to do, really. He's got the same free period as Hizashi, so while he's busy at his desk grading papers, Phantom sneaks in.

All around the room he's placing fake bugs here and there. One on the podium, some in his drawers. There are a couple he glues to the ceiling, and one he ever so carefully places on Mic's gelled up hair.

The terrified scream he hears from down the hall twenty minutes later is totally worth the trouble.

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He's running late.

He's supposed to be teaching a heroics course with All Might and Class 1-A, but the lady in front of him at the coffee shop wasn't willing to cooperate with the staff members there. He gave an extra tip for their troubles and raced to school.

It was easier flying if he was invisible, and he didn't bother dropping it until he was flying through the window's of 1-A's classroom. All Might was in the middle of another over-the-top speech when he finally dropped his intangibility and invisibility, shooting Aizawa an apologetic look. He held out the coffee, and the other pro took it with a nod.

A few of the students had gasped at his arrival, but All Might kept pushing on, talking about the safety precautions for their next exercise. Danny leaned against Aizawa's desk and listened with half an ear.

Until All Might turned around, that is.

He doesn't think he's ever heard a grown man scream quite like that before.

"When did you get here?" He asked, still looking visibly shaken. Phantom just shrugs.

"Few minutes ago, I think. Sorry I was late, it was kind of hectic this morning. Anyway, are you guys ready to get started?"

-------

Aizawa makes a bet with him after that.

He wants to test All Might's situational awareness, and bets Danny an egregious amount of money to scare him a dozen more times. Danny, not one to ever back down from a challenge, accepts it wholeheartedly.

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"Nezu, we have a problem," All Might says during the next meeting. "I think this place is haunted or something."

"Oh?" Nezu asks, raising a tea cup to his lips. he pointedly ignores Phantom trying to hide his grin as Aizawa passes him some cash. All Might nods.

"Cold spots, everywhere I go. And there's this weird feeling, like someone is breathing down my neck. And I went into the staff room, and the coffee was making itself. I know I sound crazy, but maybe we can add some extra security."

"I never expected you to be afraid of ghosts, All Might," Mic teases. A couple other staff members snicker, but All might has this look of determination on his face. Maybe that's why Nezu keeps entertaining it for a few minutes before saying, "Well, you wouldn't be wrong. U.A. is haunted. Though it is not a problem you need to worry about."

"So-you know it's haunted, and nothing is going to happen?"

"Not unless you speak with the resident ghost yourself."

"Well, where can I find them?"

"You guys can stop talking about me like I'm not here," Danny says, unable to hide the mirth in his voice. "I mean, I know I can turn invisible and whatnot, but this is a little much."

From the corner of his eyes, Phantom sees Aizawa duck his chin into his scarf, hiding his smile. Midnight and Mic are in a fit of giggles on the other side of the table, and Ectoplasm, Snipe, and Midnight are looking on either bored or mildly entertained.

"It-you?" All might stutters. Phantom nods.

"The first time was an accident. After that Aizawa made a bet with me."

"Did you win?" Recovery Girl asks.

"Of course he did," Aizawa says tiredly. "He's the number one underground hero. This wasn't a challenge to him at all."

"Then why make the bet?" Snipe asks.

"Because it was really funny," Aizawa replies. He doesn't know if it's the look on All Might's face or the monotonous tone Aizawa spoke with, but it sends Phantom over the edge.

For Aizawa, it was money well spent.

#aizawa #eraserhead #all might #yagi toshinori #shouta aizawa #bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #danny fenton #danny phantom

[sammygvfslut]

i like you a latte | s. kiszka

Summary: Words cannot espresso how much you mean to Sammy Kiszka.

Word Count: 2.3k

A/N: Hey besties!!! this is my first ever sam fic, and i really hope you guys enjoy it! it’s super cheesy so beware of some tooth-rotting fluff ahead. any and all feedback is appreciated <3

Loud chattering and the sounds of espresso machines hissing and whistling filled the cafe. Every few seconds or so when a new customer walked in, a soft ringing above the door rang. Glancing at the clock, you sighed as it read 7am. Way too early for your liking. You wished to be back in bed under the covers with your cat Joey snuggling. Plus, the cold weather made it even harder for you to get out of bed every morning. Damn you, winter.

“Good morning.” A voice said suddenly, startling you as you slightly jumped. “Whoops, didn’t mean to scare you there for a sec.”

Turning around at the voice, your heart fluttered and a smile pulled at the corners of your lips. “G-Good morning, Sam! Nope, didn’t scare me at all. I was just uh...focusing very hard and you caught me off guard.”

A chuckle rumbled from his chest, his own lips curving and flashing that beautiful grin. God, he made you melt. You took a quick chance to admire his appearance for the day, luscious brown locks pulled back into a low bun with a few stray pieces framing his face, and he wore a slightly oversized brown grandpa looking sweater. He exuded true fall energy today and all you wanted to do was snuggle with him watching a movie while sipping on hot chocolate. “Right. Focusing on what exactly? Staring at the register?”  

“S-Sure. Yes, the register.” Totally not him instead. “Um, I realized it turned off right now and my mind blanked to turn it back on.”

Sam placed a hand on your shoulder as he laughed, his touch leaving a wave of goosebumps to rise out of your skin. “You’re so cute. I’ll leave you to that then, but if you need help trying to get the register to turn back on again, let me know.” And with that, he sent you a wink and turned on his heel away to start on the customers orders.

Alright, alright. So maybe early shifts weren’t as bad as you thought thanks to your insanely charming co-worker. Sam and you had been working together for the past year, and almost instantly you started falling for him. He welcomed you with open arms and he was a great help when it came to your training. Your co-workers were nice too, but Sam took that extra step in making sure you were comfortable with what you were doing. If you made a mistake and were freaking out about it, he somehow knew the way to calm you down. He was too precious and good for this cruel world. And most of all, out of your league too.

With his dashing looks and amazing personality, you just knew there was no way he’d ever feel the same about you. Except, any time you’d voice that thought to any of your friends at work, they’d tell you you’re crazy and that he likes you too. Apparently they caught on to the signs more than you did, which wasn’t a shocker considering that you’d have no clue if a guy was interested in you unless he blatantly confessed. So, trying to figure out hints was completely pointless for you.

“Uh oh, she’s deep in thought,” one of your friends/co-workers, Danny, teased. He also happened to be Sam’s best friend, and current band mate since the pair are in a band with Sam’s older twin brothers. “I bet I can guess what, or who you were thinking about.”

“Don’t even say it,” you warned with a finger, “He’s literally four feet away from us—”

“So?” Danny rolled her eyes with his arms folded. “Why don’t you just tell him how you feel? Come on, it’s been almost a year now. What’s the worst that can happen if you confess?”

“He can hear me.” You stared blankly at him, shaking your head. “Absolutely not though, Danny. I will not embarrass myself from the humiliation I’d have to face from his rejection.”

Danny groaned frustratedly, placing his hands on both your shoulders and shaking them. “You’re so hopeless! Y/N, how many times do the guys and I have to tell you he likes you too!” He raised his voice a little louder than necessary which accidentally caught the attention of almost everyone in the cafe. Sam included unfortunately. Danny’s eyes widened, silently cursing under his breath. “Carry on, everyone.”

As much as you hated to admit it, Danny wasn’t lying when he mentioned about the guys agreeing that Sam likes you too. Every time you came over Josh’s apartment and Sam was there he’d find any little excuse to have his arm around you or teasing you constantly. You’d shake it off that he was just treating you like a friend would, but of course the guys would disagree with you.

“We’ll finish this conversation later,” Danny told you sternly, “But for now, and don’t make it obvious, but Sam’s looking at you.” A mischievous grin spread across his face as he winked and stepped to the next register before greeting a new customer and taking their order.

Heart pounding out of your chest, you slowly looked over your shoulder in Sam’s direction. You saw his head quickly turn and finish off the drink in front of him. Your cheeks burned at this and tried taking deep, slow breaths to calm yourself down. Didn’t work much, but as a new customer waved and told you their order, your breathing turned back to normal.

On the other end of the counter, Sam was currently freaking the hell out from what he heard a few minutes ago between you and Danny. He didn’t mean to, but he also wasn’t that far from either of you. Plus, Danny wasn’t the best at keeping his voice low. He had a strong feeling he knew you were talking about him, and for that reason alone he overflowed the cup he was pouring into and made a mess. He cursed under his breath and wiped his hands on his apron, shaking his head.

You caught sight of this and rushed to his side, grabbing a cloth from under the sink and started wiping the sticky counter. Sam was certain his cheeks were tomato red from his embarrassment, making a complete fool of himself for not paying attention to what he was doing. More so focusing on your conversation and your damn smile from earlier. You weren’t the only one here with a crush.

“T-Thanks, Y/N.” Sam chuckled nervously, throwing the cup in the trash and tossing the drink pitcher he held in the sink. “I’m normally not this much of a dumbass.”

“I’m not too sure about that one, Kiszka.” You teased lightly with a grin. “It happens, don’t worry,” you assured. “I’m just glad it was cold tea you spilled and not steaming coffee. I’d hate for you to get a third degree burn. That happened to me once, don’t recommend it.”

“Didn’t I drive you to the hospital for that?” he asked. “I think that might’ve happened a few months ago.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Oh shit, you’re right. God, I’m still so sorry I had to drag you into that.”

Sam shook his head, lips curving and cheeks no longer flushed. “For the hundredth time, stop apologizing about that, Y/N. You know you can count on me for anything, so of course I didn’t mind driving you to the hospital. I remember even blasting some ABBA on the way over there so you’d have something else to focus on instead of the pain you endured.”

You smiled at the memory. “Didn’t we also go out for ice cream afterwards?”

He nodded, lightly rubbing his arm. “Yeah, it was a lot of fun. I mean, I always have fun when I’m with you.”

Your breath caught in your throat at his last few words, blinking slowly. “O-Oh.”

Oh? That’s all you have to say? Nice one, Y/N.

Sam’s heart dropped. Fuck. Maybe you weren’t talking about him after all. Maybe it was Danny or one of his brothers that you had a crush on and he was mistaken about it. He wanted nothing more than for the ground to swallow him whole right about now. Being anywhere but here sounded splendid to him.

“Y-Y/N, I—“

“Ihavefunwhenimwithyoutoo,” you muttered all too quickly, and poor Sam barely even understood what you said. He didn’t have the chance to ask you to repeat yourself because you quickly walked away to the back and he was left with a tug at his chest, frowning.

Within the next few days after Sam’s tea spill, literally, things between you and him became...awkward. Something went off in him to become even more clumsy than normal and forget everything he’s ever known when you’re near him. He’d get flustered, stuttering a lot, messing up orders, dropping dishes, and nearly tripping all the time. He hated it so much and wished he could just muster up the courage and apologize for being such an idiot and confess his feelings to you. Even during your hangouts with the guys, Sam and you wouldn’t interact as much and honestly you were well aware you were being super childish and immature about the situation. Sam did too, and he needed to snap the fuck out of it.

The next few days at work Sam would ignore Danny’s little side comments about his immaturity and continued working in silence. For the rest of his shift he didn’t talk much to anyone other than the customers. He wanted to talk to you when he had the chance, but then he’d quickly back out and walk the opposite direction.

He couldn’t figure out why it was so futile for him to just grow a sack and tell you he likes you. He’d never gone through this struggle before. Then again, as cheesy as it sounded, the other girls he’d asked out in the past couldn’t compare to you. Never in a million years, and maybe he was too afraid that he didn’t deserve someone as amazing as you.

Nearing closing that same day, it was only you, Sam, and Danny. The flow of customers died down and not many people came in towards the end of the night which you were grateful for. It finally gave you the chance to relax a bit and start cleaning things up ahead of time so you wouldn’t have to stay after. Joey and a nice warm bath were waiting for you at home.

While Sam decided on working the register and you and Danny would clean, he grabbed your arm and led you into the back.

“What are you two still doing not dating each other or talking?! It’s been way too long now, Y/N. And since it’s only us three tonight, you have no other choice. Come on, I know you can’t take this any longer, and he can’t either. I can take over the register for a bit while you and him talk.”

You chewed on your bottom lip, contemplating his offering. As incredibly thankful as you were for his help, you were also scared shitless of the possible outcome. Perhaps it was finally time though that you say fuck it and say what you needed to. You couldn’t go on for any longer to keep your feelings bottled up inside. Maybe, just maybe he might feel the same way, and by God you hoped that would be the case.

Inhaling, you nodded slowly and made your way back to where you were. Your eyes searched for Sam and saw he was busy making a drink, except there was no one else here besides you, him and Danny. It could’ve been a drink for him, so you shrugged this off and went towards the sink to start washing the dishes.

A few moments later, Sam cleared his throat from behind you. “H-Hey Y/N, so um, I know the créme brûlée latte is your favorite, and I thought I’d make you one. You seemed really stressed and busy today and I wanted to try to cheer you up. I hope that’s okay.”

Your heart swelled at his generosity and your cheeks burned as you felt his gaze burning into you, his palms soaking from nervousness. “Sam, you didn’t have to do that for me.”

He shrugged casually, a small smile on his lips and his cheeks tinted a light pink. “It’s okay, I wanted to. And I uh, tried my best on the art. Hope you like it.”

Raising a brow, your gaze dropped on your cup and your eyes widened as you saw what he was referring to. A small coffee cup with the words I like you a latte around it.

“It’s true,” Sam chewed on his bottom lip while running his fingers through his hair. “I really like you Y/N, and I’m so sorry for acting like such an idiot these last few days around you. I don’t know what came over me, and I’m sorry that I didn’t talk to you much either.”

Setting your cup on the counter, you took a step closer to him and cupped his cheek, rubbing your thumb softly against his soft skin. “You don’t have to apologize for anything, Sam. I’m sorry for not talking to you too, as well as for making a fool of myself. I tend to do that around someone I like.”

Finally, the realization dawned on Sam as a wide grin pulled at his lips. “Glad we’re on the same boat.”

“I-Is it alright if I kiss you?” he asked shyly, his eyes sparkling as he looked at you.

You giggled. “You don’t even have to ask, loverboy.” You playfully rolled your eyes and cupped his other cheek before connecting his lips with yours.

A smirk pulled at Danny’s lips as he glanced at the two of you, shaking his head. Josh and Jake owed him $20 now. 

It was about damn time that Sam and you finally espresso’d your love for each other. 

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[doctenwho]

A Dinner In (H’sCFS Pt. 2)

Hello! You’re welcome to request a sequel to anything, even if you didn’t suggest the first prompt! Glad you’re liking the writing, and apologies this took so long! Thanks for the request!

This’ll make more sense if you read the first fic first, as it’s a continuation of Hardy’s Cure for Sadness, as requested! 

Warning: None.

Word Count: 3,464

Summary: Read prompt above!

(Photo is not mine! Credit goes where credit is due! :D)

It had been a few weeks since that day you’d been blah when Alec had taken you out for a very late dinner in an attempt to cheer you up. You’d ended on good terms, him walking you out and watching you leave before retreating into the hotel for the evening.  

And you weren’t quite sure what the drink on your desk the following morning really meant. Especially when nothing else had followed the late-night outing.

You’d seen him since, of course, as the secretary of the office, but you hadn’t really talked more than before. More than the usual hellos and the customary inquiries about each of your days.  

More often than not, there was a tea, or a coffee on your desk, and you were certain it was Hardy’s doing, if by the way he ducked his eyes away from you whenever he saw you sipping the beverage was anything to go off.

You returned the favor, setting teas on his desktop whenever he was out and about, waiting for him when he returned from the chill of the late morning—you always got one for Ellie as well, and she always gave you a wide grin as she put on a show of sipping it.  

Most of the time Hardy would duck his head when he noticed it, but a few times he’d smiled at you. You weren’t always around when he’d return, even if you tried to be. Sometimes he snuck in while you were swamped with work.  

You weren’t quite sure where the two of you stood.  

He’d said some really sweet things to you, and you’d almost gotten the feeling that they two of you were on an almost date, but you weren’t sure. Hardy was a peculiar lad. You knew he liked you, but you weren’t sure if he like liked you...  

God, you sounded like a middle schooler with a crush thinking things like that.  

But the things he’d said had made your heart flutter in such a warm way—it was hard to forget. The thought of him made you smile, and you couldn’t deny the butterflies in your stomach when you'd come into work to find you fellow secretaries giving you that knowing look before you were could catch on the paper beverage cup with your name scrawled across the side if the cup.

You still hadn’t gotten the chance to really thank him for what he’d done. It would’ve been easy enough to just walk out the door, but he’d gone the extra mile to invite you along. It was nice to know that at least one of your co-workers kept you in mind and noticed when you weren’t quite right.  

You weren’t sure how to thank him for it, if you were honest.  

It had been one of your fellow receptionists who’d proposed inviting him for a meal back at your place. That had been accompanied by a raised eyebrow and a similar knowing glance.

The thought of inviting the man who was technically a boss of yours over to your home had seemed foreign at first, but you’d quickly warmed up to the idea. You liked to cook, and you’d been told by friends and family you were pretty good at cooking.  

Now you just needed to figure out how and when to invite him. Despite the two of you working together, and leaving each other little offerings of beverages, you’d never seen him not completely focused on Danny Latimer’s case.  

And whenever you happened to see him on his way in, or out, you were usually completely busy with phone calls, paperwork and townsfolk being annoyed that they actually had to wait to speak to an officer.  

He’d still shoot you a tiny smile, and sometimes a wave of his hand that was more or less just a flick of his hand, when he happened to catch your eyes across the room. It was the little things like that that made you heart skip a beat.

Hardy was alone in his office when you finally worked up the gall to ask him to your place for dinner. The door was open ajar, and when Ellie had seen you hesitating by the doorway, she’d shot you a grin and gestured you in from her desk.  

You took a breath and pushed the door open, tapping your fingers on the door as a warning as you entered. He didn’t look up from his computer even as the door squeaked. “I told you to run through those cases before coming back, Millhur. You’d can’t possibly have finished already- and if so, go again.”

“Not Ellie,” you bit the inside of your cheek, shuffling where you were standing.

Hardy’s attention shot up from the computer and he stumbled to stand up, “oh, ah, oh, sorry ‘bout that... What can I do for you, (Y/N)?”

He moved around his desk to lean against the other side, arms looking for something to do before he settled for crossing them across his chest. You hid a smile, stepping closer into the room, but still keep your distance.  

“I uh, I never did thank you for... y’know, that night...”

“Oh,” Hardy blew out a breath, head ducking in an understanding nod. His hair fell over his eyes as his head turned downwards, “you don’t have to thank me, really, I’m glad I could help. And... I had a good time to, you were good company after a long day.”

You hoped your cheeks didn’t flush as brightly as they felt like they did at the tenderness in his voice, “I uh, well, I wanted to invite you over for dinner as a- a thank you? You were so kind when no one else even noticed and... I’d like to return the favor?”

“Dinner?” Hardy raised an eyebrow, looking unsure. His arms uncrossed, but instead his palms settled on the desk as he leaned back thoughtfully. He was contemplating it, and you had half a mind to wave him off, and offer an easy out.  

“You don’t have too-”

“No,” Hardy said easily before wincing back like he hadn’t meant to be quite so abrupt, “uhm, I mean, I’d like to come have dinner with you... if you’re sure? I wouldn’t want to impose.”

“I’m sure,” you promise with a surprised smile. It’s small, but happy. Hardy returns a smaller one, body relaxing just slightly where he’s leaning against his desk. “Are you free tonight? Or, uh, when are you free?”

“No, I’m free tonight,” he nods, smiling at how flustered you are. It’s weird, you decided, but not a bad weird. Just... strange. He isn’t much better, just as antsy as you, but you’re hanging onto the hope that inviting him over will result in the same light conversation and easy atmosphere as it had when the two of you had grabbed dinner at the Trader’s Hotel.

It had been a lovely evening, and when the two of you had let yourselves let your guards down, you’d had a good time together. Hopefully tonight would play out the same.

“Perfect,” you give a light laugh, playing with your fingers in front of you, “does six work for you? I uh, I get off at five today.”

“How about six-thirty?” Hardy offers awkwardly, looking apologetic, “Millhur and I’ll be going to check out a lead on the Danny Latimer case, and I don’t expect us to be back before six at the latest. Wouldn’t want to be late...”

“Six-thirty works,” you chirp, flashing him a grin. “That’s perfect...” you rattle off your address for him, before stepping back towards the doorway, “so, uh, see you tonight then?”

“See you tonight,” he nods, finally stepped away from his stiff lean against the desk.  

You slip out the door as Hardy returns to his desk. He gives you a small wave as you pull the door shut behind you. You let out a nervous breath.  

When you turn around, you’re met with a grinning Ellie Miller, “so... how’d it go?”

----

You’d waved Alec and Ellie out when they’d left on the lead that Hardy had mentioned. Ellie gave you a thumbs up, and Alec’s eyes shifted from you to Ellie, where his attention dulled to annoyance. She didn’t seem phased by it, and you didn’t doubt that he wasn’t always so stiff around her.

You wondered what made you so different to literally everyone else in the building that Hardy barely gave the time of day too as you typed out some documents to be sent up to the officers.  

You returned home by five fifteen, in a rush to get started on food. You didn’t know a lot about Hardy, and you certainly didn’t know what he liked. You remember Ellie mentioning something about him barely ever accepting food from her, and that he tended to not accept anything greasy,

You settled on remaking what he’d ordered that night at the Trader’s Hotel. He hadn’t eaten much of it, but he’d ordered it, so he had to have liked it.  

You found a bottle of wine you’d stashed away that had been a gift from someone at some point, but you couldn’t quite remember who’d given it to you. It would be good for tonight though, and compliment the meal. You hoped.

When the meal was cooking, and your place had been tidied up for company, you disappeared upstairs to change into something a bit nicer.  

A knock on your door came at exactly six-thirty. You smile to yourself at Alec being so punctual. It fit his character; you decide.  

You rushed to the door, smoothing your clothes down before pulling the door open and flashing a smile at your guest. For a second, he looks like a deer caught in the headlights of a car. He brushed himself out of his shock, letting a small smile curl on his lips at the sight of you.

He ducks his eyes away from you as he shifts from foot to foot. There’s a bottle of wine in one of his hands and a small bouquet of tulips in the other. He looks uncertainly between his hands before his eyes raised to your face, “hello.”

“You’ve brought flowers?” You blinked, shaking your head and smiling to yourself at the small act that had your heart beating out of your chest, “they’re beautiful.”

“Yeah, uh,” Alec swallowed nervously, “I wanted to bring chocolates as well, but Millhur told me it was weird. I don’t... y’know,” he gestured the hand holding the wine bottle between the two of you, “much. Should’ve brought more?”

“No,” you told him, “this is sweet, thank you.” He hands you the flowers and you take them into your hands and hold them against your chest, “please come in.”

He follows you through the threshold, toeing his shoes off as he goes. He follows you into the kitchen, setting the wine beside the one you’d found earlier, while you work on finding a vase for the flowers. They’re beautiful and easily make you heart skip a beat.  

“This smells delicious,” Hardy’s voice breaks you from your thoughts. It’s an honest comment, and means a lot coming from Hardy—even if it is just pleasantries.  

“Oh, thank you,” you let out a light laugh, moving to set the flowers on the table as a center piece. “I wasn’t sure what to make, so I went with what you ordered because I know you like it. Ellie mentioned you didn’t much like greasy foods, so... I hope this is okay?”

“Yes, of course,” Hardy nods, standing off to the side of the counter before he pauses, “you asked Millhur about me?”

“Uhm,” you let out a nervous laugh as you rubbed the back of your neck, “yeah... I just wanted to make sure I made something you’d like as well and... she spends the most time with you, so I thought I’d see what she suggested?”

The look on Alec’s face is an emotion you can’t quite place; or maybe it’s a mix of a few. You don’t know him well enough to decipher what emotions are crossing his features. His eyes are following you uncertainly, like he doesn’t really believe you’re real. He’s leaning against the counter with his hands intertwined together in front of him.  

“Should be done now, are you ready to eat?” Alec shakes himself from his stupor as you move towards the meal you prepared. You grab the pot of your dinner off the stove top and direct Alec to grab the salad bowl from the fridge. You grab two wine glasses, as well as the bottle Hardy brought and take those to the table where Hardy is seating himself.

You take the other seat.  

You both serve yourselves the food.

The first few minutes are quiet while you eat, and then Alec offers a soft, “this is really good, (Y/N),” and from there conversations sparks.  

It’s light and easy, like you’d hoped. That same atmosphere from the bar, but in the safety of your home which made it even better. You spend some time getting to know each other, talking softly between bites of food and sips of wine.  

“A daughter?” you ask, taking a bite of food. He’d been talking about a few of his favorite cases from his time working at Sandbrook, and had mentioned his Ex, and daughter.  

Conversations had taken a more intimate turn this time around than when the two of you were at the hotel. Maybe It's because Becca’s not eavesdropping from across the room, but Hardy seems more at ease. It didn’t feel odd to ask, and you were genuinely curious about him and his life.

“Yes,” he nods, lifting his glass to his lips, a smile on his lips at the thought of his child, “Daisy. She, ah, she lives with her mother in Sandbrook still. I... I don’t get to see her often. I don’t have a lot of free time—especially not with the Danny Latimer case active. She’s, ah, she’s fifteen.”

“Daisy sounds lovely.” You smile as you take a sip of your own wine. You’d both steadily made your way through a glass each, and Hardy had topped you both your glasses up. “We're lucky to have people like you and Ellie who are putting so much time and effort into finding the person who did that to him... It can’t be easy to leave her, and I know Ellie misses her boys during the long days and late nights.”

Hardy gave a little nod, attention on his plate. He’d eaten a lot more of his food than he had at the hotel. You’re happy he likes it, from what you’ve heard from Ellie he’s very picky. The wine he’d brought it very good too, and accompanies the meal better than the one you had on hand would’ve.

The two of you continue to chat while you enjoy your meals.  Hardy told you a bit more about some of his favorite cases, and the odd arrests he’d made back before he was a Detective Inspector. You, in turn, told him a bit about yourself, and your friends and family. Your receptionist job wasn’t very exciting, but you had good stories to share from other aspects of your life.  

The two of you finished up dinner, but continued talking over the wine when the food was gone.  

Hardy was actually pretty good company. Maybe it had been the fact that Becca was watching the two of you the last time you’d shared a meal, but here and now, he seemed to be letting himself relax just the slightest.  

“It really was quite good,” he told you with a smile as he set his cutlery on his finished plate. Your heart thrummed pridefully at the fact he’d finished his meal, unlike at the hotel where he’d eaten very little. “Thank you for this, it’s been lovely.”

“It’s no problem,” you told him, turning your head to hide your cheeks heating up. You stood gracefully, grabbing your own plate, before reaching over to grab Alec’s as well. “I’ll just get the dishes.”

He pulled his plate back before you could take it, following your lead and standing as well. “Let me help.”

You opened your mouth to promise it was fine, and that you didn’t need any help. He was a guest after all, and this was a thank you of sorts for being so kind to you—letting him wash the dishes with you didn’t really scream ‘Thank you!’ or express your gratitude for him being so much different than everyone else working at that building.

“I insist,” he watched you with a light smile, “please? You cooked for me, so I should at the very least help you tidy up?”

You couldn’t say no to that.

Hardy was good at washing dishes. You dried between tidying everything up, putting things away as you dried them. Conversation was still light and fun, and it didn’t even really feel like you were doing chores with Alec.  

While he was distracted with the pot you’d cooked the meal in, you couldn’t help but take him all in. Stood at your sink with his sleeves rolled up to his elbows. His suit jacket had been abandoned on the back of his chair. He was so focused on the dishes he didn’t even notice your attention straying to him, fond smile on your lips.  

You’d never really imagined a domestic Alec Hardy, but now that you were seeing it, you weren’t sure you’d ever be able to forget it. He was just so much different from DI Hardy. Still the same personality, awkwardness and quirks, but he was more relaxed. He smiled more, and didn’t seem quite so uptight—which you assumed just came with the position of DI.  

“(Y/N)?” he called, and you forced your attention back. He was holding out a wet wine glass, with one eyebrow raised curiously. He smiled as you took the glass with a sheepish grin, turning back to the sink and picking up one of the few remaining dishes.  

Together you tided up the kitchen like it hadn’t even been used that day. It was nice to not have to worry about doing it later, or even the following morning before you headed to work.  

“It’s already nine?” Alec’s voice startled you from your thoughts. You turned to look at where he was glancing at the time on your microwave. You really hadn’t thought it was so late.  

“Time really flies,” you mumbled, eyebrows furrowed in surprise.

“Indeed,” Alec gave a light laugh, “I guess I should be on my way then.”

You thought about inviting him to stay later, but then you remember your early morning tomorrow, and you assume Alec will be getting in around the same time as you. You need some sleep if you plan on functioning tomorrow.  

“Did you need a ride home?” you ask as you follow him to the dining room to retrieve his jacket. He shakes his head with a light smile as he slips the coat on.

“You’ve already done enough tonight. Dinner was lovely, and I couldn’t ask you to drive me back to the hotel. I don’t mind the walk, it’s not too far anyways.”

You fight down the rejection in his words, smiling anyways. “Alright.”

You lead Alec to the door, chewing the inside of your cheek as you watch him step out into the chill of the night. You don’t really want him to go. 

You wonder where the two of you stand, even after this dinner. Will things just go back to the way they’d been before like after he took you out to dinner? Did this mean something? You’d hoped this could’ve... maybe led to more, but he doesn’t seem keen on it. “Goodnight, Alec.”

The man turns back to you with a little smile before stepping back through the threshold of the house, cupping the side of you jaw with his hand as he pressed his lips against yours. You’re stunned for a second, but then you’re kissing back, smiling into it.  

He pulls back first, leaving you breathless. His hand lingers for a moment, before he’s letting his touch fall away and he’s slipping his hand into his pocket, “goodnight.”

You watched with lidded eyes in an almost stunned silence as Alec disappears into the night. You watch his retreating back as you lift your fingers to touch against your tingling lips, smiling softly as you replay the kiss in your mind.

When he’s gone from sight, you shut your door, lock it and then lean against it with a happy sigh.  

You don’t have to wonder where you stand with Alec Hardy anymore; he’s made that completely obvious.

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Thank you so much for taking the time to read! I hope this was suffice? It was fun to write, so thank you for the prompt!

As always, if it wasn’t what you were looking for, feel free to prompt me again! It might take a bit though :( Anyways! Have a good morning/day/night! <3

#alec hardy #alec hardy x reader #reader insert #Broadchurch #reader instert #writing prompt #fanfiction #fanfic

[wanderingxrivers]

So remember when I said Neal Caffrey is a Hedge Witch. My brain did a thing.

One Untitled White Collar/Magicians xover WIP

Neal George Caffrey was many things depending on who you asked; con man, innocent man, grifter, forger, thief. All of the above were certainly true depending on who you asked and what you were asking about. What most people didn’t know, however, was that there was another title to which he could lay claim, hedge witch. His status as a hedge was something of a close guarded secret. While he could and did use magic, doing things manually when he could had a certain appeal that he just couldn’t shake. Outside of the few members of his safe house and an even fewer select allies, no one knew of the star tattoos that tumbled his forearm reflecting his status as a hedge.

It was one of the few things that even the famed Peter Burke didn’t know about but considering that Peter was a graduate of Brakebills, it was all too likely that the federal agent had never lowered himself to the level of hedges and safe houses and using just the barest bits of ambient magic that hung in the air in glittering motes.

The first time Neal used magic, he was still Danny Brooks; a terrified child shoved into WitSec with a mother too shell-shocked by the implosion of her life to notice when her son started sneaking out at odd hours to play with a power he barely understood. He had started with a rudimentary shielding charm cast in a moment of desperation and moved up to spells designed to disguise clothes often too threadbare to called second hand and the odd bruise left from the discipline meted out by his mom’s endless cycle of boyfriends. 

It was one such discipline session that propelled him into leaving home and into the life that led him to crossing paths with Mozzie and then later, Kate. Mozzie knew, of course. He was a hedge himself but never called himself an ally to one safe house over another. He preferred his independence from the warring factions of hedges that spread their way across NYC and the world over. Kate never knew, but she certainly suspected. He had had his fair share of close shaves, some of which were only escapable by some well-timed spell work in conjunction with no small amount of sheer dumb luck.

In the end, though, despite his love for her, despite his attempts to keep them together, despite everything, she left. Her leaving left him bereft, leaving him to make mistakes he never would have made otherwise. Those mistakes left him in the situation he found himself in now, tethered to an anklet with a two mile radius and a classically trained Magician as his handler.

***

This was not the first time that Neal cursed his radius since accepting the deal that kept him from spending yet more time behind bars. An enchantment on a favored tie pin that gave his words just that extra push of believability was beginning to fade and he needed to strengthen it before the sting operation this weekend. He had all he needed for the spell save for a just a few herbal components. And of course, the one safe house he knew that carried them was right outside his radius.

Neal cast a baleful look at the tracker, cursing technology’s resistance to magical manipulation. He knew half a dozen different spells for slipping bonds, none of which would work on the tracker that wound itself around his ankle for the next 4 years. Instead, he found himself attaching a list to the leg of one of the pigeons that called the balcony of his penthouse home.

With the twitch of his fingers, he pushed the image of Mozzie into the bird’s head, tell the fowl that Mozzie was the home that the bird needed to return to. With any luck, Mozz would recognize the enchanted bird and fetch the supplies that Neal needed. If not, he would have to see about raiding the supply cabinet at the office and hope that no one would notice a few herbs missing.

Say what you would about Neal but he had standards when it came to magical manipulation of people. Marks were fair game. Marks all but invited him in for tea and let him use the enchantments and spells to rob them blind. People like Mozz, Alex, Marina, and Kady, were off limits for magical mischief, Mozz and Marina especially. The former being his closest ally and the latter being absolutely vicious in her vengeance if she felt she had been crossed.

He had heard rumors of a heist from Marina’s gone wrong where the offending party had bled out in front of her daughter with not a single weapon mark on her. Neal suppressed a shudder, Marina was not someone he wanted to cross. Not now, not ever. He abhorred blood and violence. Not the he was incapable of inflicting pain on someone else if the need arose but he did his best to keep that need from arising. It kept things neater, less likely to draw the attention of mundane officers and magical law enforcement.

Releasing the pigeon to fly home to Mozz, he padded back inside where his tie pin lay in a circle of crystals, awaiting the herbs to be burned and smoke wafted over the pin with chants spoken in Enochian. Until either the bird reappeared or Mozz knocked at his door, there was little for Neal to do outside of waiting. If there was anything that Neal was good at, it was waiting. He’d allegedly waited for hours in air ducts and hanging by his fingertips from windows just outside villas for just the right moment to swoop in and steal this piece of art or that precious gem. He’d waited for Kate. He was waiting for Clinton Jones to realize that he wasn’t just looking for a platonic friend but something more intimate. He could certainly wait on a pigeon.

***

As luck would have it, he didn’t have to wait long. A knock at his door told him that Mozz was there and hopefully came bearing gifts in the forms of small packets of sundry herbs and possibly a bottle of fine wine. Striding to the door with a purpose and bounce in his step, he opened it to the face of one Diana Barrigan. Shit. Shit. Shit. His thoughts ran in vaguely panicked circles. Diana didn’t know he was a hedge. She didn’t know about the stars on his arm and the sigils stitched carefully in the hems of his suits and etched in his cufflinks nor did she know about the enchantments on tie pins and glasses worn more for effect then an actual need. He pasted on a winning smile, positioning himself against the door frame in an effort to block her view of the impromptu altar he had set up in anticipation of Mozzie’s arrival. 

“Hey Di! Wasn’t expecting to see you. Did Peter need something? Can I get you something?” He waggled his eyebrows suggestively. This was an old dance between them. He would flirt and she would shoot him down as they always did. He knew full well her predilections for the fairer sex and how their game would never go any further than this but the actions and words were as rote as breathing. “Or,” he said seeing the look on her face, “Did you and Christie get into it?”

“No, Caffrey. Peter did send me but,” she said, peeking around him, “it looks like you have your own thing going tonight. Looking to summons the ghosts of con-men past?” She raised an elegant eyebrow in a silent question, wondering what exactly he was up to now.

Neal’s shoulders slumped just slightly. This was his own fault. He should have had concealment spells going as a precaution. On any other day, he would have concealment spells and wards and Di would have never ever seen what she saw tonight. His desire to use as much ambient magic in the area to give him the oomph he needed for his enchantment had overruled good sense. Stupid, he thought bitterly to himself. This would teach him the folly of letting his guard down even in the privacy of his own home. He knew better and had no one to blame his current predicament on but himself.

Diana took advantage of Neal’s lapse in concentration to slip under his arm and let herself into his apartment. She circled the table, noting the placement of crystals, candles, and containers awaiting herbs to fill them. At the center sat a tie pin, a simple circle of gold with the initials “NC” engraved in the center in elegant script. Never let it be said that Diana Elizabeth Barrigan was completely stupid. She could be woefully ignorant at times, inobservant at others, but stupid, never. She could put two and two together and get four. In this case, however, two plus two did not make four. In this case, two and two equaled hedge witch.

Now, she knew about Peters’ status as a full-fledged Magician and the sanctioned usage of magic to close cases that almost no one else could. She was even aware of hedge witches having crossed paths with a few and dated a couple herself. What she didn’t know up until just a few moments ago was that Caffrey himself was a hedge and that the new found revelation of that particular skillset gave her pause to mentally review exactly how he had gotten out of some of the closer shaves he had had over his long and storied criminal career.

“So,” she drawled, tracing a finger around the table’s edge, taking care to not disturb the carefully laid out spell components. “When were you planning on telling us you were a hedge? Does Peter know?” Diana watched Neal through narrowed eyes, waiting for a patented Neal Caffrey denial complete with blinding smile. To be fair, the fact that Neal was a hedge shouldn’t have been a surprise. It was the fact that he’d managed to keep that information from her and the rest of the team. It was the fact that Peter Burke, his biggest cheerleader and head of the “Reform Neal Caffrey Club,” apparently had no clue that his CI was a hedge and that Neal himself had not volunteered the information, especially in light of how tenuous his status as CI was in light of Kate’s death and Neal’s aborted escape.

Diana was a diplomat’s daughter, she knew the truths hidden in lies and lies hidden in truths and how both sounded equally plausible. She only hoped that Caffrey would simply come clean and she could relay the information to Peter in person.

Neal tensed as he watched Diana walk around the table with his enchantment set up and how her finger trailed around its edge, careful to not disturb his carefully arranged items. He was aware of Diana’s propensity to detect lies almost as well as Peter’s infamous gut instinct. And honestly, it wasn’t as if he intended to lie to her. He simply never volunteered the information. It didn’t seem relevant to the work he did for the FBI at the time. It was simply a skill, just like picking a lock or forging a painting. Now with Diana here, in his apartment with all his defenses down and the evidence plain on the table, he had little choice but to confess.

“Yes, I am a hedge witch. No, Peter doesn’t know but I am sure he suspects.” He crossed his arms in a mirror image of Diana’s stance. “My status as a magic user is not something I prefer to advertise. It can bring unwanted attention from individuals I would rather avoid.” Like hedges from a rival safe house he finished silently. There were a couple of very unethical safe houses he tended to avoid for their tendency to use their magic for less savory purposes. He and Mozz had put quiet feelers out to some allies to see if they could put plans in motion to shut them down but this was something that he had no desire to involve the FBI unless needed and honestly was something he could toss on the backburner until some word came that would allow them to move. His more immediate concern was the junior agent in front of him who was teetering on the edge of stone cold fury at the discovery of a secret that should have been laid bare long ago.

Diana shot him a look of sheer incredulity. “You stupid, stubborn, moron! You do realize that garnering that unwanted attention is part. Of. Your. Job.” She ground out the last words between clenched teeth, an ache in her jaw blooming from the effort it took not to simply scream at him until he saw sense. Further epithets flowed in multiple languages from her lips as she got into her groove. “You are a criminal informant. Getting information is your job. And that means sometimes getting attention you don’t want from people you don’t like. You can’t pick and choose who you get attention from. That’s not how this works. Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t slap cuffs on you and march you downtown right here and right now for this!”

Neal took a moment to pick his words carefully. As furious as Diana was, he knew that his position was precarious. She carried two sets of cuffs at all times and was not shy about using them. The first was plain, simple ordinary handcuffs he could pick in moments flat. The second, however, were specially enchanted to nullify magic, they would prevent even the smallest spell from being cast and leave him at a severe disadvantage were he left in them for too long.

#my brain did a thing #idk what i am doing with my life #white collar #the magicians #neal caffrey #hedge witch

[inmyblindspot]

stuck in the snow [jane/kurt + danny weller drabble]

A/N: a little wintertime drabble, featuring the Grumpchkin Jr. I didn’t officially sign up for @holidayblindspot but feel free to accept this as a bonus contribution.

stuck in the snow

Danny’s first snowfall was when he was two days old. It had already started snowing before they left the hospital, Kurt taking extra care on each turn and red light on the way home as the snow gathered on the streets of Denver.

By the time they had made it inside their house and gotten Danny settled into his bassinet and Jane had showered and changed, there were a good three inches on the ground. And while Allie had planned to bring Bethany by for a visit later that evening, they had settled for a FaceTime visit instead, deciding the roads were too slick for even the short distance between their two houses.

It had been a good decision because within a few hours, they were completely snowed in and the forecast called for the snow to continue falling throughout the night and into the morning, predicting a near-record snowfall for that time of year.

Jane leaned back on the couch, Danny curled up on her chest, and watched with a bemused smile as Kurt paced around their house, checking that they were prepared for every inevitability.

He double and triple-checked their supply of batteries, candles, firewood, bottled water, power banks for their cellphones, and even a wind-up radio. And even though she’s nursing Danny, they have a back-up supply of formula, that is three times the amount she remembers them buying.

“Honey,” Jane called, pausing to lean down and press her lips to the top of Danny’s head. “You have everything we could possibly need if we lose power. You have everything we could possibly need if we lose power for the next month!” she added with a giggle and he shrugged, making his way over towards them.

He sat beside her and gently lifted Danny into his arms, settling him into the crook of his elbow as he wrapped his other arm around Jane’s shoulders.

“Just making sure,” he murmured, pressing his lips to her temple before she leaned her head against his shoulder.

“Your first Colorado snowstorm, Danny,” Jane whispered, leaning down and kissing the top of his head again. “Ours too,” she added, tilting her head back to look up at Kurt with a smile before nodding over to his end-of-the-world stockpile.

Kurt chuckled and leaned down, brushing his lips against hers.

***

It was a week before Danny’s first birthday when the first snowflakes fell the next year. It was nothing like the blizzard that had greeted him on his first night at home, but enough that it started to stick to the ground and pile up on the branches of the big oak tree on their front lawn.

“Da! Da da!” Danny babbled, pressing his index fingerprint against the window as he sat at their front door.

Jane giggled from behind him, holding her mug of tea in her hands as she watched the snow fall, too. Everything was “Dada” these days, much to Kurt’s delight.

“Dada will be home with Bee soon,” Jane promised and Danny tilted his head back to look up at her before looking back out the window.

“Da!” he said again, this time tapping his palm against the glass. He giggled as it left a handprint there and Jane shook her head with a smile.

Within a few minutes, Kurt had pulled up in the driveway and Bethany had bounded out of the backseat, jumping into the tiny bit of snow that had stuck to the grass in their front lawn.

She spotted Danny sitting behind the glass window of their front door and gave him an excited wave, beaming as he waved back. She knelt down and took off her red mittens, gathering up what little snow she could pack together in her little hands.

“Whatcha doing, Bee?” Kurt asked as he swung her bag over his shoulder and walked around the car towards her.

“Getting a snowball for Danny!” she exclaimed, proudly holding up the little package of snow in her hands.

Kurt chuckled and bent down to pick up her mittens, having already gotten an earful from Allie about how Bethany constantly seemed to be losing them. He tucked her mittens into his own pocket and then reached to take her hand, smiling as she held on to her ever-shrinking snowball in the other.

“Well, let’s go give it to him before it melts!” Kurt said, laughing as Bethany tugged on his hand and bounded up the few stairs to the door.

Jane reached overtop of Danny and opened the door for them, laughing as Danny squealed and reached up towards Bethany.

“Da! Da! Da da!” he babbled happily as Bethany leaned down and wrapped her arms around his shoulders.

In all the excitement, her snowball had pretty much disintegrated around them, leaving her with a tiny little fistful of snow in her hand.

“Oh no, Danny’s snowball!” she whined, looking up at Jane and Kurt with a worried frown. “It melted!” she mumbled sadly, looking back down at her hands.

Jane knelt down and wrapped her arm around Bethany’s waist, resting her chin on her shoulder.

“You know the good news about melting snowballs?” she asked, waiting as Bethany shook her head and then looked over at her to continue. “There’s lots more snow to make more snowballs with,” she finished, nodding out towards their front yard where the snow was still piling up.

Bethany’s frown turned into a tiny smile, even as the last remnants of her snowball melted through her fingers. Jane looked up at Kurt and they exchanged a smile and a wink over tops of their two little one’s heads.

“What do you say we wait for a little more snow to fall and have some hot chocolate, and then we can get our snowsuits on and make lots of snowballs?” Kurt suggested, reaching down to scoop Danny up in his arms. “How does that sound, Danny?” he asked, gently tickling his sides.

Danny laughed and kicked his legs excitedly, looking up at Kurt with a wide smile.

“Dada dada dada!” he cheered and everyone laughed as they made their way to the kitchen.

***

Jane sighed and leaned forward, resting her forehead against the steering wheel and drumming her fingers against the dash. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, making a wish that when she opened her eyes, they would be anywhere but where they currently were.

“Mama stuck.”

She lifted her head up at the sound of her little boy’s voice, turning in her seat and smiling at him.

He’d been repeating the same two words every few minutes for the past half hour.

“Yep, Mama stuck, Danny,” she said, turning back to look out the windshield at the bumper to bumper traffic in front of them with no sign of letting up.

The snow had started falling mid-morning and by mid-afternoon, she’d decided to duck out of work early to pick Danny up from daycare and try to beat the snow home. It had not been early enough. Only ten minutes from their house, they’d been crawling at a snail’s pace, taking nearly 30 minutes to move one block.

“Danny stuck,” he added, pulling a few Cheerios out of his little plastic cup and popping them into his mouth.

Jane chuckled and nodded, reaching back and holding out her hand, grinning as Danny placed a few Cheerios in her hand.

“Yep, Danny stuck, too,” she said, sighing and silently willing the cars in front of her to move.

She knew things could be worse. They could be much worse. She had nearly a full tank of gas, an emergency kit in the trunk, and water and snacks for Danny. And, they were close enough to their house that, if she really needed to, she knew she could bundle Danny up and carry him home on foot.

But she didn’t really want to do that, nor did she want to abandon their car in the middle of the road, only for Kurt to have to trek back and get it, as she knew he would insist on doing, instead of her.

Kurt was already at home, feeling guilty that they were stuck there. She had assured him they were fine and that things had to get moving soon and asked him to start making a pot of Thai curry for them to have once they got home.

“Mama and Danny stuck,” Danny mumbled, frowning and furrowing his brow and Jane smiled, reaching back and gently tickling his chest, which elicited a smile and a giggle.

“Yep, Mama and Danny stuck together,” she said, smiling softly at him as she brushed her fingers against his cheek. As much as she wished they were not stuck where they were, she was very grateful to have the company of her sweet boy. He made everything better.

“Daddy stuck?” he asked and Jane chuckled, shaking her head.

“Nope, Daddy’s at home,” she said, brushing Danny’s hair off his forehead. “Making dinner for us.”

Danny nodded and popped a few more Cheerios into his mouth.

“Daddy stuck home,” he said as he chewed and Jane laughed, shrugging her shoulders as she looked forward and watched the snow fall around them.

“I guess he is,” she murmured, putting the car into drive so she could inch them forward the few feet in front of the car that had opened up.

“Bee stuck home?” Danny asked and Jane smiled, turning back towards him, knowing he was asking if Bethany was at their house with Kurt.

“No, Bee’s at home with Allie and Connor,” she said and Danny nodded, frowning a bit. “But tomorrow, we’ll go pick her up and can go sledding in all this snow,” she offered, smiling at the way his face lit up.

“Swwwedinggggggg!” he cheered, kicking his feet excitedly and she laughed, turning back towards the front and moving their car forward a few more feet.

Things seemed to be moving at a slightly better pace and she hoped they would be home within another half hour or so.

“Mama and Danny stuck?” Danny asked and Jane chuckled, shrugging her shoulders as she turned back towards him.

“Mama and Danny kinda stuck,” she said, laughing at the confused look on his face. “Mama and Danny will be home soon,” she promised and Danny nodded, finishing off his Cheerios.

“Mama and Daddy and Danny stuck home soon,” he said quietly and she smiled, reaching out and giving his knee a squeeze.

It sounded perfect to her.

#blindspot #jeller #blindspot fanfic #writing: mine #jane doe #kurt weller #danny weller

[iwillbeinmynest]

Hold On Loosely - Biker!Steve x Reader(f)    Chapter 13

Authors Notes:  If you’d like to be tagged please send me an ask. I keep better track of tags that way.

Word Count: 2k

Special Thanks: Here’s to @itsanerdlife for fueling my Biker obsession and being my Beta for this whole thing. To my girl over at @girl-next-door-writes who also beta’ed for me. And an extra shout out to @bettercallsabs for this beautiful graphic. She is amazing and y’all need to check her out!!

Notes/Warnings: (My notes and warnings are for the story as a whole. Some notes and Warnings will not apply to every chapter.) smoking (I do not support smoking. keep your lungs clean y’all.) drinking, (be of age, don’t be stupid) minor violence, backstabbing, attempted murder, anxiety, stress, mentions of death, car accident, trauma, …I think that’s it. let me know if I’ve missed something.

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After the prospects arrived, Steve drilled them about various security duties. Three boys, no older than twenty-three, were stationed on the front porch and driveway and two more inside. The men inside with Y/N were older. One of them, Frank, looked as tough as nails and the other, Pietro, was younger but had a fire in his eyes that gave Y/N an odd sense of security. Who was she kidding, they all did. There was no denying the respect and loyalty they all had for Steve and she knew she was in good hands.

 Y/N kissed Steve good-bye and was almost relieved when he finally rode off. "At least, now, he won't be pacing trails in my carpet." She tried to smile at Frank as he escorted her back inside.

 "He isn't really the sit till type, Ma'am." He smirked.

 "No, he isn't." She needed to work before she thought too much about what he'd gone out to do. "You boys want some sweet tea or anything?"

 Pietro shook his head with a smile. 

 "No, Ma'am. Don't worry over us. You do whatever you want to. We'll be here if you need us." Frank nodded.

 Y/N gave them a smile and headed to her office. 

 She kept busy in her office for hours and her work did exactly what she needed it to. She was perfectly distracted, until her stomach rumbled. She looked up at the clock and saw that it was nearly eleven p.m.

 "No wonder." She mumbled to herself. It explained why her eyes seemed to be crossing a little.

 She went down the hall towards the kitchen. She saw Pietro watching t.v. while Frank's attention was drawn to the window as he peered through the blinds. Y/N ignored them and began to make enough pasta for all the prospects and herself. Bum arm or not, cooking was relaxing and she could use some of that.

 She didn't get farther than putting the water on the stove when a shuffling of feet caught her attention.

 She looked into the living room to see both Frank and Pietro at the door. Frank was already halfway out and Pietro looked back at Y/N. He held a hand up, signaling her to stay put.

 Y/N didn't really know them from Adam but she obeyed for Steve's sake. Then, she heard a familiar voice. 

 "And just who do you think you are?!" The attitude was as thick as her slightly northern accent. Y/N new that voice anywhere and she rolled her eyes.

 "Don't matter who I am, this ain't a good time, Miss." Frank tried to be polite but even Y/N could hear him about to lose his temper.

 "Y/N is my friend and now is as good a time as any!" Mandie argued.

 Y/N pushed past Pietro and put a hand on Frank's shoulder to catch his attention. "Mandie, what are you doing here so late?"

 "Well, I- Y/N! What happened to you?!" Mandie finally got a look at her face and was shocked to see her so beat up.

 Y/N bit her lip and reached out for Mandie's hand, tugging her in. She looked at Frank, who looked like he was about to physically remove Mandie from the property. "She can come in, it's fine."

 "Steve said no visitors." He countered, his brows full of conflict.  He wanted to follow what Steve said but Y/N was Steve's girl.

 "If he has a problem, he can talk to me about it later." She reassured him. "Come on, Mandie. I was just about to make dinner."

 Mandie sat at the island bar while Y/N cooked and told her all about the accident she'd been in that morning. 

 "Gracious, Y/N." Mandie shook her head when Y/N finished. "Sweetie, are you okay?"

 Y/N waved it off. "I'll be fine if I don't think about it. You sure you're not hungry? I made enough for a biker gang." She joked.

 "Really, I'm fine. Speaking of bikers, how long are all these men staying here? This is a southern town and people will talk, ya know."

 Y/N was a little put off by what Mandie was implying. "I'm not sleeping with them and really it's no ones business who I invite over. And furthermore, people talking is kind of the point."

 Mandie frowned. "What do you mean?"

 "The accident wasn't an accident. Someone planned it. That's why all these bikers are here watching over the house."

 "How long will they be here?" 

 Y/N shrugged. "As long as they're needed probably."

 "I'm so sorry." Mandie hung her head for a moment before looking up at Y/N with regretful eyes.

 "For what?" Y/N didn't know where this sudden turn in Mandie's emotions came from.

 "If I hadn't taken you to that biker bar, none of this would have happened. Your life could have gone on as usual and now look at you. Stuck in this house like a hostage by a bunch of dirty bikers." Mandie practically spit the last words out of her mouth like they were poison. 

 Y/N frowned and inhaled to defend them when the front door opened and she recognized the distinct gait of heavy boots.

 Steve walked into the kitchen and was surprised to see Mandie at the island. "What are you doing here?" He asked her impulsively.

 "I was coming to find out why my best friend hadn't been talking to me only to discover she’s been beaten up by your friends." She grumbled.

 "Mandie, stop." Y/N leaned back, subconsciously distancing herself from Mandie. "Not all bikers are friends and Steve has done nothing but help me from the moment I met him."

 Steve took a quick breath before finishing his walk to Y/N. He gave her a short kiss and then looked suspiciously at Mandie.

 When Mandie practically undressed Steve with her eyes, he snaked an arm around Y/N.

 "I'm going to send the boys home then grab a shower. You good here or should I keep Frank around?" Steve asked his best girl.

 Y/N shook her head. "Send them home. They can take this pasta with them, though. I didn't get a chance to feed any of them yet."

 Momentarily forgetting about Mandie, Steve was filled with pride that his girl was gonna feed the guys. That's something old ladies do. He kissed her a little harder this time. "Love you." 

 Y/N flushed red at the PDA but replied, "I love you, too. Go," She pushed him back slightly with a chuckle. "Send them home and shower. You smell like the road."

 Steve smirked as he walked backwards out of the kitchen. "I thought you liked when I smell like the road? Never heard you complain before." It reassured Steve to see her smiling and teasing him. Made him feel a little better about leaving her earlier to go to the club. 

 "Go!" She shooed him away, still flushing from his implication.

 When Y/N looked back to Mandie her chuckle faded. Mandie looked like she was about to explode. "What's wrong?" Y/N asked.

 "Are you out of your mind?!" Mandie’s voice was hushed but angry. "You love him? He's a biker! The only thing he loves is the club! And what, he's living here, too?"

 "Yeah, but he's protecting me. Why are you-" 

 "You're so stupid! He's only here to sleep with you. Once he gets that he'll bail and you know it. You're fooling yourself if you believe that he loves you. This is just because you've been in a dry spell since Danny. Shame on you for forgetting about him!"

 "Mandie, stop it! What is wrong with you?!" Y/N's voice had gotten loud enough that Frank stepped in. 

 "Everything okay in here?" He asked with tense shoulders.

 Mandie inhaled to speak but Y/N cut her off. "Everything is fine." She said with a hurt look at Mandie. "She was just leaving. Please make sure she gets to her car."

 Mandie's jaw dropped. "Wow, kicking me out. Some friend you are. I was just trying to help you."

 "Goodnight, Mandie." Was Y/N's only reply.

 Mandie scoffed before snatching her purse from the counter top and all but stomping to the door and down the porch steps. She got in her car with a slammed door and she hurried back out of the driveway and down the street. 

 "Quite a piece of work, that one." Frank growled when he came back inside. "You'll have to excuse my evesdroppin' but I didn’t like a thing she said to you." When Y/N looked a little surprised to hear he'd been listening, he clarified, "VP's orders."

 Y/N nodded and leaned on the back of the couch, running her hands over her face with a sigh. "Yeah, well, she's always been a fair-weathered friend. I just don't know what got into her all of a sudden."

 Frank shook his head. "Don't know but I get a funny feelin' about her."

 "I know." Y/N sighed. "Well, now that she's gone you boys can head home, too."

 "Maybe we should wait until VP is outta the shower." Pietro suggested.

 "No," She offered a tired smile. "Y'all go home. I'm sure he won't be in there long."

 Frank and Pietro shifted their weight but conceded. Frank made her set the alarm behind them and she could tell he listened for the beeps from the other side of the door, which made her chuckle and call out another 'good-night', which he returned. She peeked through the blinds and watched all five bikes ride off.

 Y/N went into the kitchen and swore under her breath. She'd forgotten to send the pasta back with them. Oh, well.

 After she'd cleaned up, she could hear Steve using the blow dryer. She needed the trash to be taken out as it had started to smell from who knows what. She thought about waiting for Steve to do it but when she got another whiff of something rancid, she couldn't take it.

 She tied up the bag and hurried out the front door to take it to the outside bins. She groaned to see that the bin had already been taken out to the curb. With the bag at arm's length, she walked down her driveway and tossed it quickly into the bin.

 Y/N grinned at herself. This was the most mundane thing to happen to her in a while and it was ridiculous how much it entertained her.

 The sound of a bike heading toward her gave her pause. Had Frank or one of the boys forgotten something?

 She slowly backed up to give whoever it was room to pull into the driveway but when the biker drove slowly past, Y/N's blood ran cold.

 He wore a black bandanna across his nose and mouth and sunglasses to cover his eyes, despite the fact that it was nearly midnight. He wore a long sleeved shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his elbows that showed off his ink. On his forearm was a cassette tape and a blue skull with a red mohawk. 

 Frozen in place, Y/N couldn't breathe. A flash of the accident. Pain in her chest.

 A rev of the biker's engine and he sped off.

 Y/N ran back inside and when she opened the door she collided with Steve. He kept her from falling and she buried herself against him as she started crying.

 "What are you doing outside?!" He yelled. He was more scared than angry but it didn't sound that way.

 "He- He- That man- it wasn't Frank. I thought it was- his tattoos. I think he was- from the accident-"

 Steve moved Y/N out if his way and set the alarm before shutting the door behind him. He could still hear the distant rumble of a chopper. He hopped on his bike and took off, following the sound.

 Y/N grabbed her phone and a knife from the kitchen before locking herself in her room. She dialed for Nat and silently begged that she would pick up.

 "Hey, you."

 "Nat! Please send someone! TheguyfromthecrashwashereandStevetookoffafterhimandimalone-"

 Nat cursed. "Whoa! Y/N, slow down! Where are you?"

 Y/N tried to slow her breathing and stop crying so she could be understood. "In my room. Steve took off after him. I'm alone, here." A sob ripped through her.

 "After who?" 

 "The biker from the crash."

 Nat cursed again. "Stay where you are. We're coming. Don't leave your room!"

 "Okay," Y/N's voice was a little calmer now. "Okay."

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[stripper-patrick]

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

[watercolourferns]

The Honey Pot Part 2 - Soft Domesticity...

Marcone x Kore x Zayn | Domestic Fluffy Witchcraft | Polyam | Seeing!Marcone | Modern AU | 1608 words

Now with extra fluff! Marcone is @finally-romancable-npc‘s apprentice.

Kore is @kobresias apprentince.  I hope you like this one too OwO

A puff of air moved Kore’s fringe and she sighed, shifting Danae a bit and turning towards the middle of the bed, pulling Zayn to her but finding Marcone instead. “Hmmm…” the man sighed and snuggled against her, snoring softly. Weird, Marcone in bed but Zayn wasn’t there, being the crack of dawn? This peaked the witch’s curiosity and she decided to find out what was going on. She kissed Marcone’s exposed skin and slid out of the bed, pulling his robe over her nude figure. Kore was silent, almost supernaturally silent, when she walked; like a cat or a roaming spirit. Zayn was silent too, but his silence was different, he walked with fox steps, like someone not wanting to be heard, a remnant of his homeless days. Kore’s walking was less calculated, more fluid. As she went down stairs, she heard a noise from below, the noise of someone who is comfortable in the dark, but doesn’t want to be heard. “Zayn?” she said softly, peeking around the corner to the living room. Nobody answered and that put her on alert. Suddenly a gust of cool wind made her wrap the robe tighter around her and she followed it, determined to know what was going on.

The door to the mudroom was opened, as well as the one to the backyard, whence the cold air was coming. The woman peered outside, pulling a pair of wellies on. There she saw her short lover, skyclad, arms raised to the rising sun in the tree pose, perfectly balanced on one foot. He slowly returned to his initial pose and then sat down cross legged, his breathing steady. Kore smiled and watched silently from the porch, till the dancer patted the grass next to him. “Aren’t you cold, Zay?” she said, sitting down next to him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “A little, but the cold helps me focus…” he said softly, opening his eyes. The Sparkles swarmed around them, chattering excitedly about a new flower they had found in the forest beyond their yard. Zayn smiled at them nodding, and they left bouncing around happily. “They are grateful we convinced Marcone not to fence us in… They love going out to explore…” “So it seems, my dearest. Were you having a rough night? That’s why you’re here, wonderfully skyclad?” she asked, scooting closer in case the dancer wanted warmth after all.

Zayn sighed and nodded. “I’m not 20 anymore, my body sometimes resents our… nightly endeavours,” he said chuckling and blushing. “But it’s also my mind that whirls around sometimes. Specially after outbursts of mine, like yesterday’s. I’m truly sorry Kore-” But he was interrupted by the woman’s arms surrounding him, Marcone’s cologne and Kore’s natural soft scent mingling with his spicy one as she hugged him. “It’s ok, you soft thing, stop dwelling on it. How about we go inside and take a nice cup of tea?” she said, kissing him gently.

Zayn sighed into the kiss and threw his arms around Kore’s neck, rubbing his nose on hers. “Alright, but only if I get another kiss…” he whispered, caressing her face, pushing hair off her forehead. The pale woman looked at him and obliged, pulling him closer, as if she wanted to hide him in the robe. She pulled back, cradling Zayn’s neck in her hand, chuckling softly at his starry eyes and blushed cheeks. “Was it that good?” she asked, helping him to his feet with her.

“Mhm…” he said softly, as if in a daze, smiling dreamily. “They always are, but this one… I think it’s you against the sky, you look more of a goddess than you normally do…” Kore blushed a delicate pink and couldn’t help but giggle, changing the subject a bit. “Did you bring your robe?” she asked looking for it in the mudroom.

“No, I stole yours... “ he said wickedly, smiling at her like an imp and pulling her soft, black bathrobe on, hitching it up in his arms. “One, you look so adorable in that! And two, you do realise Marcone will not fit in yours?” she said laughing “Oh, I think I make it work…” a voice said from the living room. Marcone sitting in his chair, the teal-and-lace cotton robe barely reaching his thighs, unable to cross around his broad shoulders and chest, boxers covering his modesty, a mug of yesterday’s reheated coffee. 

Both Zayn and Kore burst out laughing, the dancer claiming his lap, Kore sitting on the chair’s arm, running her fingers through his bed head of hair. “Don’t you dare burst a seam,” Zayn said smiling, kissing him good morning and snuggling against his chest. “That’s my favourite robe…”

The man laughed and held them close leaving the mug on a side table. “So what was my pretty night owl doing outside at this hour?” he asked, kissing the tan witch’s head. “Yoga and meditation… Rough night…” Zayn said, eyes closed, listening to Marcone’s heartbeat.

“Oof, yes it was…” Marcone purred, nuzzling Kore’s neck. “Marcone! That’s not what I meant you perv!” the dancer protested, blushing up to his ears. Both Kore and Marcone laughed good naturedly. Kore sliding off the chair’s arm. “I’ll go make us some tea and breakfast, is that alright?”

As an answer both male’s stomachs rumble, making her laugh softly again and nodding. “Scrambled eggs with bacon it is.” “YES! Bacon!” Zayn said happily, sitting up on Marcone’s lap, and booping his nose.

“It’s too early for booping, my moon,” the man said  pulling him close, but the dancer wiggled out of his embrace and straddled his lap, booping his nose again. “Zayn…”

“What you gonna do about it, Mr. Vintura…?” Zayn said, batting his lashes and smiling slyly at him. “Oh, you little…” Marcone growled softly, smiling back and wrapping his hands around his waist, pulling him even closer. “You are a seductive creature, did you know that? Of course you know that…” Zayn giggled and kissed Marcone, tangling his fingers in the man’s hair, pulling a little, making him groan softly. “Hey! Don’t get all hot and bothered without me!” Kore, protested playfully peeking out of the kitchen, making them both jump, which made her laugh. 

“That’s so unfair!” Zayn said, jumping off Marcone’s lap and waddling towards the kitchen in the too-big robe.

“You know Kore’s right? You do look like Baby Yoda when you walk like that,” Marcone said, poking Zayn’s cheek ever so gently, making him pout. “I do not…” the dancer said, climbing onto a stool with the man’s help. “You do too,” Kore said, serving the scrambled eggs on plates, moving the bacon so it wouldn’t burn up. “Jasmine? Chamomile? Oolong?” “Jasmine for me, please, mi diosa,” Zayn said, grabbing the plate she was handing him and then the cutlery, pushing Jawahir’s fruit bowl to the side. “Where’re the babies?” the woman asked, passing Marcone his plate, putting a plate of bread rolls down too. “Jawy and Irin left when I opened the door earlier. Danae must still be snoring in bed…” the dancer said, drenching his scrambled eggs in ketchup and mustard, smiling happily. “That’s… a bit… ugh…” Marcone chuckled, shaking his head as Zayn began to eat. “How your stomach stands that much acid I’ll never know…” “Id my debenth-” Zayn started, then swallowed. “In my defense, I drink a ton of milk too, I guess it balances it out, no? A chinga- That’s hot!” he added, exclaiming as he tried to eat the bacon. Kore placed a pair of mismatched mugs in front of them, Zayn’s teal with purple flowers, Marcone’s dark red with white arabesque motifs. She grabbed her own, a gray mug with a foggy forest painted on it, and sat on another stool, inhaling the smell of her tea. “So, without the pot we’ll need to use the jar,” Kore sighed, pulling her teaspoon of honey and drizzling it on her rolls, then putting it in her mug. “I still don’t understand how I didn’t see anyone taking it away… It was so cute, too. A little beehive and next to it a teddy bear… His name was Marc, too…” Zayn sighed, using a teaspoon as well. “I hope that whoever has it gets sick to their stomach when they use the honey in it…” “Wait, the teddy bear was named like me?” Marcone said, blushing softly. “That’s… an honour…” “He was as adorable as you, and I found the pot by chance, like I found you… My swan pin is called Kore,” the dancer shrugged, continuing to eat.

Marcone inhaled his tea, blushing violently, coughing. “I-dear… uh… alright…”

Zayn chuckled and passed him a napkin, finishing his eggs afterwards, leaving the bacon and the rolls for last. “I’m surprised that Danny hasn’t come down after smelling the bacon…”

But as if he had summoned her the dog came scrambling down the stairs, toppling over the last step, picking herself up and trotting to them, tail wagging. “But of course, the best girl has arrived!! Here, Danny, my dear,” Kore said softly, placing a plate of bacon and eggs for her to eat as well. “You two spoil her, you know?” Marcone said affectionately, looking at the dog eating to her heart’s content. “That’s why she’s fat…” Danae looked up with a baroo and gave Marcone an offended huff, spraying bacon at Zayn’s feet, then going back to eating. “No, queen, you’re not fat, you’re just fluffy!” Zayn laughed, cleaning his feet with a napkin.

[hellofutbol]

Babysitting

Request:  Hi! I just read your dele imagine and since I am currently obsessed with him, could you please write one of him and reader spending a day babysitting a friend’s kid? Like dele being so cute and actually really comfortable with kids around! It would be amazing and you write perfectly x (Anon)

“I think I might have to cancel today’s plan. I’m really sorry, Dele. My friend called me at the last minute and told me she needed a baby sitter. Actually it was more like she begged me.”

You could hear your boyfriend chuckling on the other side of the phone. You and Dele had been dating for about four months now. Because of both your busy schedules the two of you didn’t really get much of a chance to spend time together. Most of your interactions were through the phone or computer. The time that you would get off, he would be busy and vice versa. It was rare that the two of you had time off at the same time. Because you did today, you had wanted to spend the time together. However, that was when your friend had called.

“It’s okay. Don’t worry about it.”

Despite his words, you couldn’t help but feel bad. You were just about to say so when the sound of the doorbell cut you off.

“I’ll call you later. My friend and her son probably just got here. You know what, I’ll text you once their gone and if it isn’t too late then maybe we could hang out.”

Hanging up the phone, you rushed to go and answer the door. Opening, you saw your best friend standing with her son. When her son saw you, he flung himself into your arms. You could help but smile. The little child barely reached your waist and you could tell that he was happy to see you. Likewise, you had missed your godson. It had been a few days since you last saw him.

“He’s already had his dinner so you don’t have to worry about feeding him. I’m really sorry for asking you this at the last minute.” Your friends words sounded so sincere you couldn’t help but smile and shake your head.

“Don’t worry about it. You and Danny haven’t had any time to yourselves in months now. Have fun. Don’t worry about this little guy. I have a lot of fun things planned for us. I’ll tire him out and have him in bed by bedtime. Have fun and enjoy yourself. Just, don’t do anything I wouldn’t do.” You couldn’t keep the teasing tone out of your voice or control the wink that you sent your friend.

A slight blush formed on her cheeks but she was smiling widely at you. After giving you the number of the place that her and her husband were going to for dinner, just in case, she left, leaving you with your godson.

“So, what should we do first, little man?” You lifted him up in your arms and carried him into the house.

“FSH!!!”

Like all other times that your godson had come over to your house, the first thing his focus went to was your fish tank. It wasn’t a super big fish tank but it was decent sized. You had three fishes in there and usually when Sam came over you would allow him to feed the fish. This morning you had already fed them, you hadn’t known at that time that he would be coming over. However, since you usually fed them twice a day, you decided to let him do the second feeding.

Samuel squirmed in your arms letting you know that he wanted to be put down. You set him on the ground and he set of running towards the fish tank. You followed after him.

“I didn’t feed them their dinner yet. You want to do it?”

He vigorously nodded his head up and down. With a smile on your face, you pulled out the fish food from the cabinet below the fish tank. Handing it to him, you watched as he took a bit of the fish food and put it in the tank. Afterwards he watched with intent as the fish swam towards the food. Despite how many times he had seen this act, he always found it to be a wonder. His eyes were always full of such innocent awe.

He quickly got bored of that, however, as his eyes moved back to you who had been watching him with a smile on your face. When you saw him look over, you knew that he wanted to move onto the next activity. Standing up you gave him your hand, which he grabbed, and led him over to the sofa in your living room.

“What say you and I watch a movie? You can pick which one we watch.”

When he nodded, you walked over to the case in which you kept all your children’s movies. You had started building this case when your little brother had been born and had added to it ever since. It always came in handy whenever you babysat one of your friends kids.

When Samuel picked out a movie that he liked, one that you had seen a couple times before, you put the movie in the DVD player. Moving back over to the couch, you pulled up the blanket and wrapped it around you and Sam, who had cuddled up to you. His attention was focused entirely on the movie that the two of you were watching.

About fifteen minutes into the movie, you heard the doorbell ring once again. No one else was supposed to be coming over tonight and you doubted that your friends date was going to be that short so you wondered who it could possibly be. Samuel looked up at you with a frown on his face and you knew that he was curious as to who it could be as well. Pulling yourself away from him, you told him to keep watching the movie while you went to go answer the door.

When you opened the door, you almost couldn’t believe who was on the other side. “What are you doing here?”

Dele stood outside with a huge smile on his face. He was dressed in blue jeans, a t-shirt, a white athletic sweatshirt, and trainers. “Well, since you and I couldn’t go out tonight because you were babysitting, I figured that I would come and visit you. At least we could spend some time together.”

Your heart melted slightly at his words. You felt really happy that even thought you said that you couldn’t meet him that he came to meet you.  It meant a lot to you that he made that effort.

“Come on in. Sam and I are watching a movie. I’ll introduce you to him.”

Grabbing Dele by the hand, you lead him over to the living room where once again Sam was fully immersed into the film. When he heard you come in, however, he looked up at you. His eyes didn’t stay on you for long. The quickly looked past you and landed on Dele. Being a football fan, Samuel’s eyes became huge when he saw your boyfriend. The movie long forgotten, you could tell that your godson was slightly star struck by your boyfriend.

“Y/N, Th-that’s…”

Dele let go of your hand and walked over to where Samuel stood staring at him wide eyed. Kneeling down to be eye to eye with the six year old, he held out his hand for a handshake, a pleasant smile on his face the whole time.

“You must be Samuel. I’ve heard a lot about you from Y/N. I’m Dele. It’s very nice to meet you.”

Dele’s words seemed to snap your godson out of the trance that he had fallen into. With a huge smile on his face, he also held out his hand and placed it into Dele’s much larger ones. You couldn’t help but slightly smile at the sight. You had always had a soft spot for men who could get along with children and so at the sight in front of you something melted within you.

“So, what movie are you watching Samuel?”

At Dele’s words Samuel’s attention went back to the movie that was still playing but had been forgotten about. Because he still had Dele’s hand in his he pulled your boyfriend onto the couch.

“Me and Y/N were watching The Incredibles. You should watch with us.”

When the both of them were seated on the couch, you decided to join them. Taking a seat on the left side of Samuel, because Dele was seated on the right, you once more picked up the blanket and put it over you guys. However, this time in stead of draping it over two people, you draped it over three.

Your eyes met Dele’s over Samuel’s head and you both smiled at one another. Even if you were babysitting and Dele was just here to give you company, it felt nice just being able to spend time together.

When the movie was over you looked over and realized that both Samuel and Dele had fallen asleep. Samuel, who had previously been cuddled up with you was now halfway sprawled across Dele’s body who was holding onto him so that he didn’t fall over. The pair of them made quite the sight and you couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face when you saw them together. Usually, it took Samuel a while to warm up to someone that he just met, he was a shy boy, but he seemed to be get along with Dele almost instantly. You were glad. They were both very important people in your life and so you were glad that they liked one another.

Removing the cover from yourself you decided that it would probably be best if you took Samuel into the bed in the guest room. He would be more comfortable there and also there was less chance of him falling and hurting himself. You moved over to where Samuel was laying, almost on top of Dele and tried to carefully pry him out of your boyfriend’s arms without waking either of them. You succeeded only half way. Sam remained asleep, however, Dele woke up.

“Wh-What’s going on?” His words were slightly slurred but that was to be expected of someone just waking up.

“I’m going to put Sam to bed.” Dele simply nodded in response to your question.

Picking up your grandson, you carefully carried him from the living room into the guest bedroom where he always stayed whenever he came over. Leaving a nightlight on in the room, you closed the door part way. If he called out for you in the middle of the night, you would be able to hear him.

Walking back into the living room, you noticed that Dele seemed much more awake now then he was before.  He was sipping on a cup of what you could only assume to be tea. While you were putting Sam to bed, he must have made a cup for himself. Hearing you walk back into the living room, he looked up and smiled when he saw you. He picked up the extra cup that was on the living room table and held it out to you as you walked back over to the sofa.

“Here, I made you a cup as well. Figured it would help keep you awake. You look exhausted.”

You couldn’t help but smile at his words. It was true, you were exhausted. You hadn’t quite realized how exhausted until he mentioned it to you. Thanking him, you took the cup from him and carefully took a sip. The warm liquid did it’s job miraculously and warmed your whole body. It also helped you feel much more relaxed but alert.

“How was the rest of the movie? I didn’t even realize that I dozed off.” Dele’s words cut through the silence that had formed as you were drinking your beverage.

“It was good. I’d already seen it before. I was really only watching it for Sam. He seems to really like the movie.”

At the mention of Sam, you saw a smile form on Dele’s face. “He’s a good kid.”

You couldn’t help but nod in agreement. You might be a bit biased but to you, Sam was one of the best kids you knew. To hear Dele say that, you couldn’t help but feel slightly like a proud parent. Even if he wasn’t biologically related to you.

“He is. I’m surprised he warmed up to you so quickly. Generally it takes him a while to like someone.”

Dele seemed proud of the fact that he could get your godson to like him. “Well, what can I say? I guess I just have a way with kids.”  

You couldn’t help but laugh at the overconfidence in his voice. You knew he was just joking but you also knew that what he said was true. There was just something about his presence that put people at ease around him. You had felt it when the two of you first met and you knew that your godson felt it as well this night.

Moving closer to Dele you placed a small kiss on his lips. It was a simple peck but you hoped that it was enough to convey to him how much him coming over tonight meant to you. You cuddled close to your boyfriend but before you knew it, you had joined Sam in the land of dreams. It might not have been the grand date night that Dele and you had had planned, but it had been a great night nonetheless.

A/N: I hope you like it. 

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[gottacatchghosts]

Boy King

This is for Phic Phight 2019! I’m on Team Human, with team leader @currently-lurking!

Prompt: Danny is heir to the throne of the Ghost King, much to the displeasure of the Observants. He's just trying to survive his senior year.

Word count: 2605

Prompt by: @cheshire-kas​

Characters: Danny, Head Observant (and other Observants), Frostbite, minor mentions of Sam, Tucker, and Dora

Warnings: slight language

Extra notes: didn’t get as much into the annoying the observants or senior year parts, but they’ve been touched on and i think that counts lol

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FFN/AO3 links to come following the end of the event.

Honestly, if Danny had known, way back in the day, what defeating the Ghost King in single man combat meant, he would have insisted that someone help him, even if it meant someone like Plasmius. As it were, he didn’t know, and didn’t ask for help, and now here he is, three and half years later, barely seventeen, starting his last year of high school tomorrow, and the Head Observant, whom Danny has never met and doesn’t know the real name of, is sitting in his living room drinking tea with a frazzled Jazz and discussing mundane topics without a care in either world.

Danny considers going back to bed before deciding it wouldn’t be worth it.

“Um,” he begins, eloquent as usual, “can I help you?”

The Head Observant swivels to face him with his single eye and Danny sees Jazz slump in relief behind the ghost’s back. “Danny Phantom.” The ghost rises to stand—float—and approaches him. “We have much to discuss.”

Danny leans away, nose scrunching at the disgust in the Head Observant’s voice. (Danny really either needs to learn this guy’s name or come up with a nickname, fast, because even in the comfort of his own mind, “Head Observant” is getting old and annoying quick.) “Can we not?”

“Impudent child!” HO—Danny mentally snorts and decides to keep the shortening—snaps, his monobrow narrowing in displeasure. “Ancients help us, for we are all doomed.”

Danny rolls his eyes. Danny’s heard enough stories from Clockwork to know how dramatic the Observants are, HO especially. “Yeah yeah, double death and all that. Did you just come here to call me names or did you want something?” Danny calls forth just enough energy to light up his eyes, a subtle sign of just how much he doesn’t want HO to be here.

HO huffs and Danny hides a triumphant smirk, pleased with how easy it is to get under the ghost’s skin. “If you are quite finished,” he begins, ignoring the scoff that Danny gives, “you will accompany me to the Infinite Realms at once. The High Council demands your presence.”

“Yeah, not happening,” Danny says, crossing his arms. “See, I got school tomorrow, last first day and all, and I’m not letting any ghost problems get in the way of that. I might not know a lot about Ghost Zone politics, but I do know that these Council meetings or whatever can take days to be done with, so whatever this is, it can wait until Friday afternoon.”

HO starts sputtering and Danny hopes Clockwork is watching. Jazz is wide eyed and anxious, glancing between Danny and HO, and Danny flashes he a thumb’s up at the hip. She squints at him and Danny bites his lip to keep from laughing.

“Now. If you’ll excuse me,” Danny says, stepping pointedly around HO and towards the front door, “I have stuff to do today.” He opens the door and glances over his shoulder. “Feel free to see yourself out.”

The last thing Danny hears as he leaves is a particularly nasty ghost swear. It leaves him laughing for hours.

Friday afternoon, at exactly three-thirty, HO shows up directly in front of Danny, Sam, and Tucker, two lesser observants at his sides.

Danny sighs and palms his face. “I can’t even be mad,” he mumbles. “I did tell you to wait.”

The lesser observants already look pissed and Danny takes pride in the fact that it’s because of him. HO looks mildly annoyed and Danny wonders, spontaneously, if it’s because of Clockwork. (It would explain how the three ghosts were able to appear in the middle of Amity Park without alerting his Ghost Sense, but then again, Danny isn’t quite sure of the extent of the Observant’s powers. Maybe they can teleport or create portals like Wulf. Danny’s never asked because he’s never cared.)

“Danny Phantom,” HO booms, pointedly ignoring Danny’s wince and his attempts to get him to lower his voice, “your presence is requested by the High Council of the Infinite Realms to discuss matter of great importance. If you would follow me—”

“Yeah that’s great, and I’d love to go,” Not, “but I gotta stop by my house first. My parents will wonder where I’m at and I gotta get some stuff.”

HO’s singular eye twitches and the less Observants look incensed behind HO’s back, frantically whispering amongst themselves. Danny thinks he picked up the word “blasphemy” and bites down on a smirk. “You have one hour,” HO practically hisses, and then the three are gone, as if they were never there.

Sam and Tucker blink at Danny and then each other. “Did that really happen?” Tucker asks, nudging Danny’s arm as they continue making their way to FentonWorks. “What do they want?”

“Is this what you were laughing about all day Tuesday?” Sam adds, raising a brow. “The supposedly hilarious thing you couldn’t tell us about?”

Danny shrugs at Tucker while nodding at Sam. “Yeah. The Head Observant showed up at my house Tuesday morning and wanted me to go with him then, but I told him to wait. Didn’t think he’d listen. They must really want me to be there.”

“Yeah, but for what?” Tucker asks again, giving Danny the puppy eyes. “C’mon dude, spill!”

“I don’t actually know,” Danny says, shoving Tucker away by the face, heedless of the other boy’s squawk of outrage. “What you guys heard is pretty much all I know, too.”

“Need us to come with you?” Sam offers.

“Nah. I need you guys ready to cover for me in case the meeting or whatever runs long.” Danny shakes his head. “Clockwork and Frostbite have both told me that the Zone doesn’t really have much of a concept of time compared to here, so the meetings can last until they eventually work out whatever they were trying to figure out or they get tired of arguing about it.”

Tucker whistles, already over his manhandling. “Sucks for you, dude.”

Danny waves his off. “It’s fine, I have an overnight bag ready just in case. Loaded it full of snacks and some stuff to do in case I get bored—which I will. But yeah, that’s why I need you guys here. My parents have lightened up a lot, but if I’m gone all weekend they might start to worry.”

“No problem, Danny, we got your back!” Tucker swings and arm around Danny’s shoulders and ruffles his hair, startling Danny into a screech of his own. “This is revenge, short stack! Take it like a champ!”

Sam rolls her eyes. Idiots.

An hour and a half later, Danny is following HO and a couple lesser observants through the Ghost Zone at a pace Danny would considering a casual stroll. After saying goodbye to his friends, Danny had gone straight to Jazz to fill her in before he left for the Zone. It didn’t take long, but the problem came twenty minutes later when he realized he had no idea where he was going.

He wandered kind of aimlessly for a while, asking passing ghosts for directions to a place none of them knew how to get to, before he decided to do the smart thing and ask Clockwork. Luckily, or maybe unluckily, HO and his posse found Danny on his way there.

Needless to say, HO was not happy.

Finally, the four of them arrive at what Danny can only describe as a clusterfuck of observatories. It would be pretty cool, he thinks, if not for the giant eye at its center that seems to follow their movements as they approach. HO and the lesser Observants ignore it, so Danny does his best to not look at it, lest he make a fool of himself in front of who knows how many ghosts.

Danny follows HO to the interior of the place, and he grimaces at the sheer number of eyeballs all over the place. HO eventually leads them to a room that looks kind of like a stadium with seats arranged in a bowl shape, leaving the middle empty and giving the entire audience a clear view of the center. Hanging from the ceiling are what look like actual eyes, optical nerves and all. Looking directly at one, Danny can see that where the iris and pupil should be, there’s either a window or some type of screen, allowing for more viewers.

Danny is half expecting to see the seats filled with more of the one-eyed wonders, but instead, there’s a huge assortment of all kinds of different ghosts from all over the Zone. Amongst them, Danny spots Dora and her advisor, Pandora, Frostbite and his second in command, and Clockwork. Danny gives each of them a smile and a wave, and the HO is ushering him to the center of the room, chiding him to be quiet.

HO and his lackies take up a position behind a podium where at least a dozen other Observants wait for their leader to return. The crowd of ghosts looks impatient and Danny almost feels bad for making them wait on him.

Oh well. Too late now.

“Order! Order!” HO shouts, raising his voice to be heard above the idle chatter of the gathered ghosts. “The High Council of the Infinite Realms tribunal is now in session!”

“Wait,” Danny says, eyes blowing wide. “Am I on trial? For what?”

“Be at ease, Great One,” Frostbite calls down to him, his voice a balm on Danny’s suddenly electrified nerves. “You have done nothing wrong.”

“Nothing wrong!” a ghost that Danny doesn’t know snaps, amidst a smattering of agreeing grumbles. “He’s just a boy!”

“Silence!” HO demands, raising his hands. The noise dies down and Danny frowns, wishing he could be anywhere else. “We are here today to discuss the fate of the Infinite Realms and what this means in regard to Danny Phantom.”

Danny’s brow furrows. He has no idea what he has to do with the Ghost Zone as a whole but he has a feeling he’s not going to like it.

“Perhaps it would be best to be forward with Sir Phantom,” Dora suggests from across the room, raising a pointed eyebrow at HO as he gestures with one hand to Danny.

HO grumbles to himself briefly, then straightens to his full height. “Danny Phantom’s defeat of the former Ghost King Pariah Dark nearly three years ago means that he, by the Right of Conquest, is to be crowned the new King of All Ghosts.”

The room immediately bursts into cacophonous noise, but Danny hears none of it. His vision tunnels and he hears his heart pounding in his ears and the next thing he knows, he’s sitting outside and Frostbite is rubbing soothing circles on his back with his ice hand.

“Are you alright, Great One?” Frostbite asks once Danny finally looks at him, expression clearing up.

“I—” Danny chokes on his own voice and searches for his duffle bag, digging out a bottle of water. He chugs half of it before he has to stop and catch his breath. “I don’t know?” he asks more than says, clutching the half empty bottle like a lifeline.

“It would be okay if you were not,” Frostbite assures him. “It is not every day that one is named Crown Prince.”

Danny’s breath hitches and he chokes again, curling into a ball. “Oh god.”

Frostbite watches sympathetically for a moment, then shifts to tuck Danny against his side. “Do not fret, Great One. No one expects you to claim the throne right away. That would be asking entirely too much of you. You are young, especially in terms of your ghost half, so you must first be prepared before you are to assume any position of power.”

“Oh god,” Danny says again, voice strained, as he presses closer to the yeti ghost.

Frostbite frowns. “Are you alright, Great One?” he asks again, concern heavy in his voice.

“I can’t do this, Frostbite. I can’t be the king. I don’t know the first thing about it! I don’t know politics or the, the culture, none of it! I barely know how I work as a ghost, and I spend like half my time fighting people!” Danny clutches his hair and stares up at Frostbite, eyes wide and glowing a brighter green than usual in his panic. “I can’t do this!”

Frostbite shushes him gently and hugs him close, carding a hand through Danny’s soft white hair. “You will be a fantastic ruler one day. There is much you need to learn, but you have plenty of time. The Infinite Realms has been without a uniting monarch for centuries. It will last a number more years without you at its head.”

“No one’s gonna be happy about this,” Danny argues, allowing his shoulders to relax as he leans against his friend and mentor.

“You cannot please everyone, Great One,” Frostbite says with a chuckle. “But despite the dissenters, you have earned your title as Crown Prince, and the Ancient Law is to be respected and upheld by all. There will always be those who will oppose your rule, but over time, even the hottest of tempers will cool.”

Danny shakes his head, tense and jittery. “But there’s so much I don’t know! I’m gonna offend someone or something and start a war and then everyone’s gonna hate me even more than they already do because I’m always fighting them and I’m half human and I’m not a real ghost and I do nothing be get into trouble and start shit with my big mouth and I haven’t even finished high school yet and—!”

“Danny,” Frostbite says, startling him to silence as a large, clawed hand delicately captures his chin, “you are going to be amazing.”

Danny blinks once, twice, and on the third, he feels his eyes burn with unshed tears. He takes a deep, shaky breath, and then another. “You really think so?” he asks, voice weak.

Frostbite smiles, the expression warm. “I know so.”

Danny smiles back and shoves the heels of his hands into his eyes, giving a shaky laugh as he watches the stars behind his closed lids. “Okay.” He swallows hard. “Okay. I believe you.”

“Good!” Frostbite says, pulling Danny to his feet with a booming laugh. Danny laughs with him, more a single huff than true laughter, but it’s something. “Now! The High Council is waiting for us to return!”

Danny sighs. “Yeah.” He slouches for a moment before straightening up, a slow smirk drifting across his face. “Hey, what if I don’t go back in there?” Frostbite tilts his head and allows Danny to explain. “It’s not just because I don’t want to, even though that’s also true, but also… I really don’t like the Head Observant.”

Frostbite laughs again. “Clockwork has mentioned that you have taken on his habit of doing your best to annoy them.” A mischievous glint enters his yellow eyes and he grins. “Who am I to deny you this simple pleasure?”

Danny grins and hugs his mentor. “Thanks Frostbite! You’re the best!”

Frostbite hugs him back and then gives him a nudge. “Such high praise!” He gives a dramatic sigh. “It is such a shame that you were feeling unwell and had to return home immediately. Goodbye, Great One. We will see each other again soon.”

Danny laughs and waves as he flies off, duffle bag strung over his shoulder. He can’t wait to hear the story from Clockwork later. It’s a good distraction from the whole King thing.

Eh. He’ll deal with that later.

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I Think That God Is Gonna Have To Kill Me Twice [ Part I ] || SQUAD

blair looked at them. "are you kidding? he can barely walk! he's not going anywhere."

naomi "that cut is going to get infected if we don't find some real medical equipment. my little first aid kit is not gonna do the job."

blair "but he doesn't need to go anywhere!"

damaris "naomi's right. blair- it'll be worse for daniel if we don't, and, we can take care of his wound quicker if he's with us when we find the supplies!"

micah "what do you think is going to happen if the doctor can't fucking actually see him? the doctor is going to magically heal him from afar? we can carry daniel if we have to. that is, of course, if there is a single living person here who can help him."

naomi "fine blair, don't go if you don't want to. just know that i'm not gonna be the one who amputates him when the time comes. so your choice. do you really want a legless boyfriend?"

blair "amputate him? you couldn't even watch him bleed."

daniel "woah, woah – let's not jump to amputation yet." he interjected, chuckling. "i'm fine. and maybe while we're there we can find some crutches or something, but arguing won't get anything done."

naomi "that's why i said i wasn't gonna do it. selective hearing much?" she repeated the words blair had said to her just a few days ago, "see? he'll be fine. and it's not that long of a walk from here so we can make it."

damaris "would you really rather we leave him behind? or..- or leave you with him, on your own?- it's safer for him to come with the group, and it's safer for you too!" she sent an apologetic look daniel's way, a little too late, "sorry for talking about you like you're not here."

micah "so we're mostly in agreeance--he comes with us, no one's getting their damn leg chopped off, and worse comes to worst we carry him cleopatra style. beautiful," he sighed, not quite fond of illogical arguments.

daniel flashed damaris a smile and a playful wink. "you all know i would hate to miss out on all of this." his shoulders rose into a shrug as his eyes scanned the group before landing on blair. "i'm a sitting duck here – we all need to go." he nodded.

blair "this wouldn't be so bad if we had a fucking van."

verena had been quiet during the groups back and forth. her adrenaline was slowly fading and the reality of the situation hitting her all at once. "let's just go. the person who did this could already be here for all we know and i'm not trying to get chopped up into itty bitty pieces!"

damaris "well we don't." she didn't mean to snap- but there was definite bite to her tone, before she managed to calm down, a little, and amend her words, "we don't, so, walking will have to do. i'm ready when you guys are."

naomi "well i'm ready. and i'm taking my camera. just in case."

micah laughed quietly, "if we had a van, we'd really be ripping off scooby doo. but yeah, let's get going. longer we wait, more likely we all will need help."

blair "i really really don't like this plan," she grumbled, walking over and helping daniel off the bed.

daniel grabbed his backpack and camera, doing his best to hop over towards the door with blair's assistance. "if anyone see any type of pain killers, let me know." he teased. "all set, gang?"

damaris "i've got enough flashlights for all of us, and batteries- can't think of anything else we'd need in a hospital, though."

micah slumped his backpack over his shoulders, heading towards the door. "i got the food and a compilation of whatever info we've gotten before this. i assume we all know where we're going right? like general location?"

naomi "i've got a map." she spoke up, "along with some walkie talkies from yesterday."

daniel "and i've got my camera, tripod, and a worried girlfriend." he teased. "let's do it."

blair let out a huff. "you're not carrying any of that."

damaris "i can take them-" skipping a little closer to daniel and blair, damaris held out her hands to him, "you know i'll take good care of it all."

micah "well, if we're all good and marginally pleased, then lead the way, n--you got the map so it makes the most sense," he advised, gaze turning towards naomi.

daniel rolled his eyes, letting out a long sigh. "my arms work perfectly fine." he groaned. "plus i drank the rest of that whiskey so i can barely feel a thing." he then flashed a grinned. "lead the way, naomi."

naomi walked ahead of everyone, unfolding the map in her hands "right well i'm going to try to keep us off the main road again. to avoid being seen by whatever it was that attack daniel."

blair "are you drunk?"

daniel lazily shrugged his shoulders as his hopped along, "it was the only thing to keep me from wanting to cut my own leg off."

damaris "no amputations, remember? even self inflicted ones."

micah "so that's where the half the bottle went. 'was half expecting it was stolen. but yeah, let's keep far fucking away from whatever could get us into tiny pieces, though that would be a rad way to die."

naomi continued to lead them down the right path "really feels like we're on the walking dead right now. who knows, daniel, maybe you'll get your own cool stump like hershel. he was a badass after all."

blair "it's not funny," blair hissed. "stop talking about amputations, got it?"

damaris "i never watched the walking dead," she said after a moment of silence, steering clear of amputations and trying to latch onto something else, "was never my cup of tea. do they do walks like these often?"

naomi nodded, "yup. they're always on the move. especially when they go out for supply runs. it's really interesting, you should watch it. but warning, the zombies are really gross looking so discretion is advised." she looked up from the map as they made it to the hill "can daniel make that trip?" she asks again, pointing in the direction of the hospital, "or destination is right on top of it."

damaris "i saw the zombies once in one of the trailers..." she shuddered, shaking her head, "no amount of interesting story could make me brave watching them. i'll take your word for it." she looked to daniel and blair, more than a little unsure

micah head turning towards daniel and his leg, having zoned out of the walking dead conversation, micah shrugged, "danny boy could probably make the climb. 'don't know if blair will let him though. he may need multiple assistants, but if he's fucking dying of pain or something then i guess we could leave him down here with someone."

daniel "i can handle it." he assured, giving the group a nod. "it's not that steep."

blair made a face, gesturing up the hill. "be my fucking guest."

naomi "you sure? we can get you a makeshift cane out of one of these tree branches."

daniel "what are you? a wilderness expert now?" he teased, shaking his head. "i've got this – don't worry."

naomi "i've watched enough of the discovery channel to kinda know what i'm doing. but if you say so— let's go before it gets late." she started walking up the hill, pointing her flashlight straight ahead.

blair walked behind daniel just in case he lost his balance.

naomi "well we're here." she said, slightly out of breath and she wiped her palms on her jeans. "we're gonna have to break the lock in the front to get in." she hoped no one would ask how she knew all these things.

daniel "well," he breathed out, doing his best to catch his breath after a difficult journey uphill. "how do you break it?"

micah "what kind of lock is it?" he asked, coming up the rear before having a chance to examine the door, "if you just have to pick it and someone has a bobby pin, then i've done this a few times before."

naomi "i dunno. here." she took the bobby pin from her hair and handed it to him "but i'm pretty sure you can't break into a hospital using a hair pin."

micah "this place is old, right?" he mused, getting on his knees before the front door, "before they had all the technology they do nowadays to make extra secure places. i may be able to get this. if not, we can just fucking break the door down."

damaris "... i'll look for another way in," not confident that they'd manage to pick the lock, nor as okay with breaking down a door as the rest of them, damaris headed off without hesitation to find an alternate entrance 

micah "god damn," he cursed, lifting upwards from the door minutes after damaris left, ruined bobby pin in hand. he turned towards the group, "i tried. so, shall we break this shitty thing down or wait for damaris?"

blair groaned, taking off her knapsack. "stand back,” she instructed, pulling a gun out of her bag.

naomi eyes widened at the sight of the gun "woah, woah where the fuck did that come from?" she asked, blair, taking a step back.

daniel "where the fuck did you get that from?!" he exclaimed, taking a hop back. "how long have you had that?"

micah was about to make the joke "what are you going to do, shoot it?" before she legitimately pulled out a gun. taking a few steps aside, his eyebrows cocked upwards, "i'm damn impressed."

blair shrugged. "i forgot i had it obviously otherwise the asshole that stabbed you would be dead." she turned off the safety and aimed the gun at the lock, shooting it. the sound of the gun and the plink of the lock breaking brought a grin to her face. "see? that was easy."

micah stepped towards the hospital, swinging the doors open. his eyes turned towards blair, hands clapping, before stepping inside. "so, who feels like fucking shit up at an abandoned hospital tonight?"

blair turned the safety back on, sticking the gun into the back of her shorts. "gonna save that for later," she mumbled, putting her knapsack back on.

naomi "we're not here to do that. just get things for daniel and then head back." naomi pulled her camera out and started taking pictures of her surroundings "so this is the infamous silverwood hospital."

daniel stood in disbelief, his mouth agape at the events that had just taken place. "what the hell just happened."

blair "you guys act like you've never seen someone shoot something before," she shrugged, following naomi.

damaris the van parked up round the side of the hospital had seemed pretty familiar at a distance... but, as damaris had gotten cautiously closer, she'd felt her heart speed up- it was, without a doubt, cristian's van. he was supposed to be...- well, anywhere but there. he'd ditched- why was his van outside the hospital? she'd been inching forwards intent on trying one of the doors to see was it unlocked when the sound of the gunshot made her jump out of her skin, and, with one regretful look its way, damaris turned on her heel and ran back the way she'd come. "what- the- heck- was- that-" she spluttered, looking from the open door to the group stood by it... and the gun, resting in blair's hands, "did you shoot the door?"

micah "yeah, blair shot the door and it was fucking badass." he was still quite impressed with the situation, "find anything, damaris?"

damaris "you can't just...- i heard that from all the way 'round the hospital! listen-" she didn't like the idea of a loud noise having gone out, now she'd seen the van. too much about the situation was making her uncomfortable. dropping her voice, damaris continued rapidly, "cristian's van is around the side. and before you say anything- /it's his van/. i'm sure. but i don't...- i don't understand why."

naomi turned to face damaris, confused by what she had just said. "so he's up there. i knew he was pulling some type of prank." but things didn't add up. they had been here a week and it would have been unlikely for cristian to of had been camping up in the hospital for that long just to make a stupid joke "well.. he's gotta be here somewhere."

daniel "so you mean to tell me that fucker was here the entire time?" daniel perked a brow, crossing his arms against his chest before remembering he could barely balance himself. "let's find that jackass."

micah would be completely lying if there wasn't some small joy in knowing that his best friend was possibly near, though it quickly fell with the possibilities of the wretched things that could have happened. "getting daniel fixed, finding cristian--sounds like a good night. should we get daniel on one of those beds over there? start searching for medical shit? look for cris later or do have search for cris half stay here?"

naomi "me, micah and vee and go look for him and you guys can stay here to look for supplies? since blair knows what to look for." she suggested

blair pulled the cleanest looking wheelchairs and wheeled it over to daniel. "want a ride, hot stuff?"

daniel pulled a smirk across his lips as he took a few hops in her direction. "thank you, my sexy, gun shooting girlfriend."

blair snorted in response. "are we using the walkies?"

daniel nods, "it's in my bag and naomi has hers."

naomi "yup, got mine with me. micah, you ready to go?"

micah "yeah, yeah. we should leave some extra batteries with them for their flashlights before we go, probably."

blair "damaris, has definitely got that covered, trust me."

naomi pulled some batteries from her bag "here, just in case." she gave them all a small smile "alright. we'll shout if we find anything."

micah "we'll also shout if there's some weird supernatural shit happening and we're dying, so don't trust if you hear screams," he joked, though probably inappropriate to do so at that time. to naomi, he suggested, "we should definitely start at the van. see if he left any clues to sleuth out."

blair "or maybe just use the walkie," she chuckled. "you guys should take harley," she mentioned, making sure she had maris before wheeling daniel away.

naomi nudged him, "cut it out," she bent down to pet harley and nodded "yeah, we'll take her. plus blair has a gun to protect y'all." she began walking back from where they came from, looking over at micah. "hopefully he left the keys in there."

daniel "you guys got her last time," he reasoned, shaking his head. "we get her."

naomi "you've got your girlfriend who knows how to shoot, kickbox and has medical care experience. you're better off without harley!"

micah "hey, hey, hey, the only reason why harley is here is because of naomi and i. plus, the dog can sniff out cris easier than the three of us on our own," micah replied, protective over his dog. he shifted back to naomi, "i know where he keeps a spare, if that counts."

daniel knew they had good points, so he let out a huff. "fine," he mumbled. "take her."

naomi nodded "okay then. let's do this. come on vee." she gestured for the girl to follow them.

blair "wow, thanks babe."

verena did as she was told and followed naomi, glancing back at the others as she walked away.

micah "god, watch cris just be fucking sleeping in his van, claiming he wanted to find all this shit on his own. i'd be impressed if a man could sleep through a gun shot, but wouldn't put it past him."

naomi "don't put it past him. that is a real cristian thing to do and not at all surprising."

daniel "well, wheel away, baby!" daniel chimed. "we've got a leg to repair!"

verena "what if we never find him? i know thats liks bad to say or whatever, but what happens if cris never shows up?"

blair shook her head and wheeled him down the hall, peeking into rooms for potential supplies with damaris.

micah "cristian is many things, but good at hiding is not one of them. but, guess we assume he's dead and murder any fuckers who try to tempt us with his death," micah shrugged, mind in its usual darkness even when about cristian.

verena gasped at how casual his dark words fell from his lips. "that's horrible."

daniel "can you believe c is still here?" he asked, peering up at blair. "what the fuck is his deal?"

blair made a face signalling for him not to talk about it and nodded toward damaris.

naomi "you get used to it" she told verena as they approached the van.

daniel "it was a shitty thing to do." he mumbled, shaking his head. "but what are we exactly looking for?"

micah "look, what do you want me to say? if cris is really gone then yeah, i want to avenge him or some shit," he spoke coolly, though was genuinely curious as to her answer. as they neared the van, micah nodded, "damaris was right, this is definitely the old van. it doesn't look like anyone has touched it from this side of it."

blair squeezed his shoulder gently as the continued to make their way down the hall. "i wouldn't trust drugs, but any supplies still in packaging would be ideal."

naomi "let's not think like that yet. not until we have some evidence to think otherwise." she snorted,"did you expect there to be werewolf claw marks all over it?" she opened the door on the drivers side and sighed as it wasn't locked. "well, he's not in here."

micah "some evidence to think otherwise," he replied to her sarcastic comment on what he expected, "it is weird though that he didn't lock it. he fucking loves this car and would die before letting anyone take it." he trailed around the vans, looking intently for blood, scrapes, the like. "yeah, no, the van is still in pique condition. what about the inside?"

verena me "good idea..." verena clutched her flashlight tighter as they approached the van, ready for anything to jump out and spook her.

naomi "well he's not in here." she closes the door and takes a step back. "do you have anything of his? so harley can smell it and help us track him down?"

micah "not on me, no, but you may be able to find some shit in the compartment between the driver and passenger shit. he may keep a rosary there. that, or we can hit up the trunk and see if he has a jacket back there or something," micah suggested, guessing the question was directed at him.

verena "uh, the van perhaps? i don't know but im pretty sure its got cristian scent all over it."

naomi opened the door on the drivers side again and leaned over to open the compartment, pulling out the rosary micah was talking about. "here we go." she bent down to get harley to smell it "come on girl, help us find this asshole."

demon suddenly a loud static shot through naomi's walkie talkie

naomi heard the noise and she pulled the walkie talkie from her backpack. "uh.. you guys alright?" she asked, looking over at verena and micah.

micah "what the fuck," he spoke under his breath after his head whipped towards the walkie, hearing the noise.

blair made it to the end of the hallway. "oh, an operating room," she chirped, propping the door open and going in.

demon a whisper could be heard behind the static

verena "okay what the fuck is wrong with your walkie naomi?"

naomi "very funny daniel. i swear its him. he picks the worst times to mess with us." naomi got up, slinging her bag over her shoulder.

blair made her way into the room. "wow, there's a lot of good stuff in here."

verena rolled her eyes. "shouldn't he be in like, immense amounts of pain right now? how could he possibly have a sense of humor right now?"

micah was very rarely frightened, finding most of the supernatural utterly illogical. thus, took naomi's rational explanation well. it helped that harley also seemed to be picking up a trail, which he brought to the attention of the others, "eh, he's also bored and alone probably. let's follow harley.”

demon blair's voice echoed through the walkie but the voice in the static could still be heard in the background.

naomi "jesus fuck" she cursed, turning the volume up to hear blair's voice. "this is so gross i'm like, one hundred percent sure they're fucking." she let out a noise of disgust, listening to micah and following behind harley.

demon "closer," the voice gurgled in the background. "closer pretty girl."

micah "definitely fucking. daniel needs to work on his dirty talk. oh god, hopefully damaris doesn't have to watch that shit," he rolled his eyes, still trailing behind harley.

verena "how are they even in the mood? if this were a horror movie-- which it's not, they'd definitely be the first to go!"

demon suddenly daniel and damaris were thrown away and the door blair had propped open slammed shut.

blair spun around. "what the fuck?!"

naomi "this is a horror movie for damaris if she's watching." she jokes, hearing the voice again through the walkie talkie. "okay not this is just straight up creepy."

demon the walkie went completely quiet for a second and then there was a scream from inside the hospital.

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#650 SUMMER of 2001- A Special mention to celebrate 650th blog and more..:-)

Summer of 2001 would always be special for every Indian cricket enthusiast. It was the same for me. I working in a startup. Work experience was not bad but not great either. Package was peanuts when compared to my esteemed friendsJ. Australia visited India with a mission to win the series which they so dearly wanted. Steve Waugh termed it as THE Final Frontier. India had its fair share of problems. Srinath, and Kumble were not available for the series which didn’t help. These 2 were instrumental when Australia last visited India. India had got hammered in Australia 2 years back under Sachin’s captaincy. Saurav was leading the team this around. Indian cricket needed an uplifting moment after match fixing allegations and series of bad losses. Indian spin tank was not looking great. Raju was in fag end of his career. Saurav pushed selectors hard to select Harbhajan. India faced Australia first in Mumbai.  Australia got the better of India. Sachin scored a couple of fifties but Australia won by 10 wickets. Harbhajan showed his magic in first innings but stunning centuries by Gilchrist and Hayden set the tone for Australia. Series moved to Eden Gardens in Kolkatta. Harbhajan grabbed a hatrick and reduced Australia to 269-8. Steve Waugh though had other ideas. He and Gillespie batted brilliantly on day 2 . They had stand of 133. It was Australia’s match to lose from here on. Australia made 445. Steve Waugh scored a stunning 110. Mcgrath and co stunned India by dismissing them for just 171 in first innings. VVS Laxman showed some courage with a gritty 59. He was batting 4 down. Australia then decided to follow on India. This is a decision which would go onto haunt Steve Waugh forever. Had Australia batted, they could have pushed India out of the match. They had now given India a glimpse of a chance. India batted better in 2nd innings. Shivsundar Das and Ramesh took India past 50. VVS Laxman was pushed ahead at no 3 as Dravid was struggling to read Warne. That helped as he kept the scoreboard ticking. Australia though bounced back by dismissing Shiv and Sachin in quick succession. India 115-3. India were still 159 runs behind. Saurav gave VVS good company as they had a 117 run stand. Mcgrath dealt a heavy blow by dismissing Saurav for 48.  India 232-4. In came Dravid. He and VVS took India to close at 254-4. India were still 20 runs behind. Australia looked to win series by Day 4. But what transpired would be written in cricket history forever.  VVS Laxman played Warne on the front foot against the spin all day. He played some strokes through extra cover against the spin which looked magical. Dravid on the other hand played backfoot strokes like a master. They batted and batted and batted. They hardly gave a chance. No wicket fell in first session. None in 2nd too. India started gaining a handsome lead by 3rd session. Indian fans started believing when both were not dismissed even after 1 hour post tea. VVS surpassed 200. Dravid scored century. They batted entire day without being dismissed. India ended day at 589-4. 335 runs was scored on day 4 without being dismissed. VVS was eventually dismissed on day 5 for 281. Dravid 180. India declared at 657. Australia needed 384 to win. India ensured series was not decided in Eden. Australia at the max could draw. They looked like they would as Slater –Hayden took Australia to 74-0. Harbhajan and Raju gave India hope as they reduced Australia to 116-3. Australia were 161-3 at tea. It looked like it would be a draw. Harbhajan bowled his most decisive spell of his career post that. He dismissed Steve Waugh and Ponting in one over. Australia 166-5.  Sachin then bowled a spell which turned match in India’s favor. He trapped Gilchrist plumb in front.  He then dismissed Hayden and Warne soon after. Australia 174-8.  Australia still had to bat for another 25 overs. Australian tail wagged post that. They battled for 18 more overs. Harbhajan trapped Mcgrath to give India a famous win. It was a V V Special win by a V V Special player. Dravid and Harbhajan contributed brilliantly too. India had crossed the mountain. Can they now cross the Everest by winning the series in Chennai??  I was so thrilled by this win that I promised my office colleagues a party should India win in Chennai.

In final test, Hayden played out of skin to take Australia to 391. He alone made 203. Australia were at 340-3 at one stage. Harbhajan was again the star with a 7-fer. India started well by having a 123 opening stand. Fifties by Shiv, Ramesh, VVS, Dravid and brilliant century by Sachin took India to 501. India believed again. Australia again started well as they had an 82 run opening stand. It was Harbhajan time again. His 8-fer helped India dismiss Australia to just 264. India needed 155 to win. India started confidently as they moved to 76-1. Ramesh was then runout. Sachin and VVS took India past 100. Gillespie then gave Australia hope by dismissing Sachin and Saurav . India 117-4. Miller then turned the match on its head. He dismissed Dravid , VVS and Bahatule in space of 6 overs. India 135-7. India still needed 20 runs. Sameer Dighe played out of his skin to take India close. He and Zaheer scored crucial 16 runs before Mcgrath dismissed Zaheer. Harbhajan then scored winning runs and he deserved it. India crossed the Everest. I was thrilled. I literally had tears in my eyes. It was year when BCCI had started doing live webcast of matches in BCCI.tv . Though we were in office, we used to watch live. During last day of Eden and Chennai match, even CEO of the startup watched the match along with me. Before I realized, there were 30 odd people behind my desk . Post that series, my boss blocked BCCI.TV for all the staff J I was happy that he didn’t do it in the middle of the series at least. CEO called me to his cabin to give his piece of mind of match. He told to focus on work. I still couldn’t believe India had won the series. So I didn’t realize that CEO was actually escalating against me. I told OK with a smile. He put his hand on his head and told me to leave. It was my turn to check my pockets. I had to shell a minimum of Rs 3000 for a party to my friends (Danny, Guru, Rajashekar and Sivanandame). Pocket was literally empty. I just had 5K in the bank. I didn’t care. I withdrew 3k and gave party to my colleagues. I just had 2K left for rest of the month. I didn’t want to ask my parents for more cash. I decided to save money by travelling via bus instead of my favorite scooter (brand new Kinetic Honda which dad had gifted) . I travelled in bus for next 1 month. Life was back to normal. Summer of 2001 gave me a lot of memories to cherish. It made me believe that we can achieve what we want, if focus and dedication is placed in the right direction. It gave me new direction to save money too ;-) .

This happens to be my 650th blog. Thanks again for encouraging me thorough out this period.  It’s been a pleasure to write blogs. Hope it is the same for you all in reading them.

#boloorsportsmania #VVS Laxman #Rahul Dravid #Harbhajan Singh #Sachin Tenduklar #Ganguly

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GEARUP4CF PEI Day 8 Summerside to Charlottetown 112 km 🎉

In Summerside we had one of our last opportunities to have dinner together as a group. Afterward some of the riders had a nip of scotch to honour Jan's victory ride (see photo). Last year while training for GEARUP4CF PEI 2016 Jan had a cycling accident in Vegas and although he rode two 65km rides during the 2016 ride he was not able to ride the full 850kms due to recovering from his injuries. You could see how much riding means to Jan. He was very enthusiastic about everything and especially showing off his beautiful island--the birthplace of the confederation of Canada. This morning as we prepared to leave the hotel a mom of a child and a brother with CF came to see us off. It is always important to have reminders of why we do this ride. You can see in the faces of those impacted by cystic fibrosis how much our commitment to the cause means to them. We rode about 30km to Confederation Bridge park for photo ops. I was tempted to cycle across the bridge but figured getting arrested for the CF cause may not be the best way to raise awareness. About 10kms after the rest stop Andrea noticed that Athalie's chain was loose. It took about 45 minutes at the side of the road to check and try to adjust the derailleur. This put us quite far behind the other riders but for safety it needed to be addressed. Athalie decided to cycle on the big ring on the front and three on the back to decrease the chances of her chain coming off/breaking. We already decided at this point that she would ride or walk over the finish line. Stubbornness can have its own motivation. Before lunch it started to rain and poured for the remainder of the day. We stopped to change our wet socks and gloves with the help of one of our volunteers Lisa. Brenda, another volunteer, drove by and stopped to share a box of chocolates with us. It's the little things that help when the riding conditions are miserable. I also had an opportunity to use the helmet cover that Danny loaned me from MacQueens bike shop. It made me look like a power ranger! It kept me warm and my head dry. At this point functional is important! We had a great lunch provided by the volunteers at a beautiful spot in Victoria-by-the-sea. Brenda brought us hot tea from the local shop while Andrea worked on Athalie's bike again but to no avail. Three gears till the end... All the riders met at the Tim Hortons in Cornwall on the outskirts of Charlottetown and Paula's brother-in-law, Mike, bought us tea to warm up. This was a quick turnaround as we had a police officer waiting to escort us into the city to greet some of our supporters at the the park. Just as we were leaving Timmy's my brother and sister-in-law drove up. It was fantastic to see them! They came over for the weekend to see us and my brother organized a huge lobster feast for us. We rode into a very very wet capital. It is always anxiety provoking (for me) at the end because everyone is tired and excited and this is when accidents can happen. There was construction with graded pavement in one section. With water pouring down the roads it makes it difficult to see potential hazards. Unfortunately 1/2 block from the finish line one rider hit a huge pothole in the asphalt that was filled with rainwater and made it difficult to see. They flew over the handlebars and crashed on to the roadway. Fortunately they were not seriously injured, but had some scrapes and bruises. This mishap reminds me that this ride can be dangerous and it only takes a second for something to go wrong. As with all rides, the last day brings mixed feelings. There is a relief that we are almost done and our tired bodies will get a break from the daily test of endurance. Yet, there is a sadness that the friendships that have been enriched and newly formed will be taking a hiatus for now. There is also a felt sense that each person you hug has a battle to face: Manon and David-Camie their daughter with CF, with no cure in sight Paula and Pat- Claire and Cameron with CF, with no cures in sight Lisa and Walter-Joanie and Ali with CF; Joanie died at age 12; Ali had a double lung transplant, with no cure in sight Tom and Suzanne- grand nephew with CF, with no cure in sight Ross- 2 children with CF, with no cures in sight Athalie and me- Alex nephew/son with CF, with no cure in sight As I write this last post during the flight home I am acutely aware that children and young adults are still suffering and dying because of complications that arise from the battle that they endure everyday. When Alex comes home from university for "breaks" he spends hours at the CF clinic getting tested for his pulmonary function, his blood work for any nasty bugs, his organs for potential damage, x-rays, and MRIs. He is assessed by dietitians, physiotherapists, respiroligists, nurse clinicians, social workers, and lab technicians. He has stomach and back pain that he has learned to live with. It is all part of the daily challenges that he has to cope with as a young adult. I can only imagine the load that he carries most days. As a parent it makes me feel helpless and that is why I do this ride so that I can raise awareness and money to fund research for improved treatments and potential cures for CF. People ask me how can I ride such a long distance on my bike, and as Dale says, "how can I not [ride]." I would ride to the moon and back if it could take one hour of less suffering for my boy. Love you Alex. I also want to take time today to acknowledge my very special sister Athalie. She takes time off of work to travel, she takes extra shifts to pay for the travel. She spends hours and hours training. She has purchased cycling equipment and supplies so that she can be with me on this journey, but so much more than all of this is that she is my riding partner. I could not imagine doing this ride without her. It would be boring and just not fun without my spinning and singing partner. As Bob refers to us, we are the Twisted Sisters. I'm not sure if that's a compliment or not. I am forever grateful to all of you who have travelled this journey vicariously by reading this blog and supporting us emotionally and financially. Love to Ted, Nathan & Alex There is still time to donate if you or someone you know would like to support us: https://secure.e2rm.com/registrant/FundraisingPage.aspx?RegistrationID=3646253#&panel1-3