#he's not letting go of greg. that wasn't even an option.

[prideenvylovehate]

a small detail but

i think it's cute how after their bathroom fight is over they're last seen with their stickers in hand. tom was holding tight to them the whole time— greg, at some point in the slapping session, let them fall, but he picks them right up again. stares at it. oh the symbolism.

[purplecoffee13]

NFWMB - part 1

Summary: “Harry is a retired boxer who owns a gym and teaches self-defense classes. He considers himself a strong man, but when a gorgeous innocent woman attends a try-out class, she manages to leave him weak in the knees…”

Wc: 4.3k

Tropes: boxer!Harry x innocent!reader

Warnings: mentions of violence and SA

A/N: hello everyone! This is my new series NFWMB, named after one of Hozier’s most horny songs😄. I am so incredibly excited for this series omg it’s gonna be so good!!! If you don’t believe me, go listen to NFWMB and you’ll get a vague idea of what’s coming ;)

P.S. header = pov change

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Harry Styles was not one for regrets.

His life may not have turned the way he expected it to, but he was still proud of where he had come.

Being a professional boxer was a risky job, and Harry had known that when he had decided that it was going to be his career. But there was no other logical option. Harry was an exceptional boxer who was able to go pro at age 18, where he defeated a lot of men who were older and bigger than him.

It was his passion, it always had been. Which was something that was quite remarkable, especially to his closer family members, because Harry was anything but a violent person in his day to day life. He was quite reserved, and managed his temper very well. The years in the boxing ring did harden him quite a bit, his reserved nature developing into something more akin to stoicism.

Nevertheless, Harry loved boxing. It wasn't so much a fight to him, but more of a puzzle. Each opponent had its own made up riddle, and it was up to Harry to solve it as quick as possible. Much like a dance you learn the steps to along the way. A perfect combination of intuitive technique.

He hadn't planned on having to retire at the age of 27 already. It was supposed to be his peak; it had been for almost all boxers in history, and he was looking forward to how far he would be able to push his body during his prime.

He never got the opportunity to get an answer to those questions. A car accident got in the way.

He wouldn't have been able to stop it, he knew that, and he had forbidden himself from thinking about what could've happened had he not taken that specific road back home that horrible night. There was nothing he could do about it now, so there was no point in dwelling on it.

After a year of recovery, he was slowly able to get back into the rhythm of his old life again. Well, except for the boxing part. Knowing that his career in that field was over, he began thinking about some other options of his, and decided on fulfilling another dream of his: opening a gym.

He had always wanted to do it, but he always imagined to be retired by the time he would start on that.

Now, two years later, his gym was already in multiple locations, but Harry was still working at the first one he opened. He would visit the other ones every once in a while to see how everything was going, but he was mainly at the one nearest to his house. It was special to him, the place where it all started.

Despite running the place, and therefore not needing to be on location all the time, Harry was at the gym 24/7. He wasn't a personal trainer—wasn't really his style—but he would help people and teach self defense classes to women.

Every Thursday between 6 and 9, he would teach groups of ten women everything they needed to know on defending themselves from whatever threat they may run into. It was one of the things he was proudest of; the turn out at those classes. That these women put their trust in him, and let him help them become even tougher than they already were.

Tonight, after teaching the last group, Harry had gone to the bar with some of his friends. One of them was Sophie, a woman he had become friends with since she'd joined his self defense class. She was a great person with an impeccable sense of humor, and Harry was glad he had introduced her to Greg, his best friend. They were basically made for each other.

Harry had to admit that he envied his friend for the relationship he had. He was happy for them, but sometimes couldn't help but think that his lack of a partner was this one puzzle piece that would make his life even better. All in good time, he reminded himself.

"Hey," Sophie caught Harry's attention when she waved her hand in front of his face. His gaze shot to hers, eyebrows raised. "So, I was talking about your self defense class today at work. You know, promoting your business and all."

Harry chuckled at the cocky tone in which Sophie told her story, chin up high. He mumble a soft 'thanks', to which she grinned.

"You're welcome. Anyways, I have this new colleague and she seemed so intrigued by it, but she was too insecure about joining. I mean— she didn't outright say that, but I could just tell." She huffed, Greg rubbing her back. Sophie was a very happy person in general and wanted the best for everyone, this new colleague of hers included. Harry had the same habit, it's why he immediately suggested:

"Why don't you invite her along next week? A free try-out."

"But your try-out classes aren't for another two weeks." Sophie noted.

It was true. The self defense classes had become very popular, and since Harry taught them himself, he had scheduled one night of try-out classes a month. He was only able to take on so many people, but he didn't mind making this exception.

"She can join your regular class." Harry shrugged, and Sophie's eyes beamed with excitement.

"Thank you Harry!" She squealed happily, giving Greg a hug to channel her enthusiasm. "Oh, I hope she'll come along!"

"I'm sure she will." Harry assured her with a smile, and took another sip from his beer.

Y/N had never been one for risks.

She had never been the type of person to take the leap of faith, relying more on familiar feeling of security. Why risk hurting yourself when you could be safe and content?

It was the logic she had always operated with, the logic she had been taught from a very young age. Y/N had had a sheltered upbringing. Her parents wanted her and her little brother to be as safe as possible, and that was just fine to Y/N.

Her little brother was the more feisty one of the two, and his childhood consisted of a lot of fighting. It hurt Y/N to see the people she loved so much be so angry all the time, and it only motivated her to be as good as possible. She never drank, smoked, or went to parties. She turned in her homework early and got an A on almost every test. It did put a strain on her relationship with her brother, especially since Y/N's behavior would be used as ammunition towards him.

They still didn't talk all too much, but Y/N hoped that one day, she could repair that relationship again.

Moving a few towns away was a big deal for her parents, but the wonderful job she had gotten as a secretary at quite a prestigious law firm had made it all worth it. They helped her with moving into her apartment, but Y/N would regularly visit them on both weekdays and on the weekends. All in all, she'd had a safe, comfortable, content life.

Until a few months ago.

It was a Friday night, and Y/N had agreed to a date. One of the lawyers at the firm, Oscar, had been flirting with her ever since she started working there. Not wanting to be impolite, Y/N never outright rejected him, and so the flirting continued. She was a bit uncomfortable about it — especially since he was nearing his forties and she was only 23 — but figured the banter was part of the job. She was so shocked when he did ask her to go on a date, she said yes.

It wouldn't be too bad, she figured. She would just go on the date and tell him she wasn't interested afterwards. It could be casual, and no one would be too hurt. The date was definitely out of her carefully moderated comfort zone, but she would step out of it for one night.

The date was fine. Like she had expected, she wasn't interested in Oscar in a romantic way. Still, she listened to his stories, laughed right on cue at all his jokes, and told some of her own anecdotes as well. The dinner was great, and he even offered to walk her home.

They were nearing Y/N's apartment when Oscar had suddenly slowed down his walking pace. She only noticed when she was a few feet away from him, and walked back to where Oscar was standing.

"Are you okay? We're almost there, I promise." Y/N smiled politely, much like she did in the office. Oscar didn't say anything in response, only the corners of his mouth quirking up ever so slightly.

"You're so beautiful, do you know that?" He  complimented her, and Y/N looked at her feet, not quite knowing how to handle the flattery.

"Thank you." She said softly, and froze when Oscar's fingers tilted her chin upwards. Her eyes widened when he suddenly leaned in and put his mouth on hers. After the first few seconds of pure shock slowly passed, Y/N pulled her head back.

Not getting the hint, Oscar grinned and leaned in again, this time with both his hands on her face. Y/N let out a yelp, stumbling backwards. Her body's alarm bells were ringing so loudly, but Oscar must've been deaf to her body language because he backed her up against the wall and kept kissing her.

Y/N cried out as she tried to push Oscar off with her hands, but he only grabbed them and pinned them above her head. Finally, not knowing what else to do, she lifted her knee and kicked him right in the crotch. Oscar shot backwards, groaning loudly as his grip finally loosened on her. He looked incredibly angry.

"What the fuck?!" He bellowed, standing up straight again. Y/N's lip quivered, tears running down her face.

"You wouldn't stop." She said softly, almost in a whisper. Her entire body was shaking from the adrenaline. Oscar's mouth opened to say something, but the conversation got interrupted.

"Oscar!" A woman's voice shouted from down the street. He turned his head, and his face morphed from sheer rage into a lovely smile, the same one he always put up for Y/N back in the office.

"Sophie!" He said, but the mention of her name sounded strained. Sophie... Y/N recognized her name, but she hadn't ever met the woman. She was one of the three female lawyers at the firm. Had been working there for only five years, but her reputation was so badass, everyone knew who she was.

"What are you doing out tonight?" Sophie asked as she gave Oscar a hug, and turned to Y/N. "Who's this?"

"This is Y/N." Oscar replied. "She's a secretary at the firm."

"Nice to meet you." Y/N extended her hand, and Sophie shook it.

"Nice to meet you too! How come I've never seen you around?" She tilted her head.

"I— I work on a different floor."

"Well, I'm glad I met you, Y/N!" She said, the kindness in her tone being a real comfort after that scary moment she just had to live through. Somewhere in the way she said it, and in the way her eyes softened slightly, it almost felt like Sophie knew.

"I— I should go. It's getting pretty late." Y/N decided that this could be her sweet escape.

"Right, I'm gonna bring Y/N home." Oscar said, and your eyes shot to him. Anxiety filled your lungs until all you could breathe was fear. You didn't want to be alone with him. You had no idea what he would be able to do to you. What were you going to do about it? You weren't even half as strong as he was.

"Oh, which way is it?" Sophie asked, turning to Y/N, who was about to open her mouth but got interrupted by Oscar.

"That way." He pointed toward the direction of Y/N's house. Sophie side eyed her colleague, then nodded.

"Exactly the way I was going! Let's go." She hooked her arm into Y/N's, and began walking, ranting about how it was unacceptable that they didn't work on the same floor.

Y/N wordlessly nodded along, filled with gratefulness to Sophie or the universe—or both—for not leaving her alone with Oscar again.

She got home safely about five minutes later, not daring to look Oscar in the eyes as she hugged him and said goodbye, and she only allowed her tears to fall down her cheek when she closed her front door.

Y/N spent the rest of the weekend in bed, not in the mood to do anything. By Monday, she felt both better and worse. She had had some time to come down from the shock of what happened, but the terror that filled her at the realization that she was to see Oscar again, had her stomach turn. On Monday morning, she even got into work late as a result of a wave of nausea that hit her once she'd grabbed her keys, spending the time she used to drive to work to puke her guts out instead.

Later, she'd found out that Oscar had called in sick that day. It gave her some time and space to breathe. Sophie visited her the same day, and she hadn't stopped visiting since.

Oscar did eventually return to work, but they never talked anymore. Y/N didn't dare to look him in the eye, and she avoided him at all costs. One day, about two weeks after everything happened, she did see him waiting by her cubicle, but she hid in the toilet for half an hour and by the time she returned he was gone.

It had been two months since that horrible event, and Y/N had entirely isolated herself. Back to the normal routine, back to what was familiar. It gave her a sense of control. She was fragile, and sensitive. She had just pressed down her sadness and anxiety that lingered as a result from the date, and instead focused entirely on what she could control.

She figured it would be easier. Well, except for the mental breakdowns she'd get when something small didn't go right. The dishes not being cleaned, her vacuum not taking up every speck of dust; it just set her off. It wasn't healthy, but she had no idea how else to deal with these things.

When Sophie mentioned she was following self-defense classes a couple weeks ago, Y/N's ears had perked up. She tried to be subtle about it; asking questions to pry some information about the classes from her. But, being the amazing lawyer she was, it didn't go over Sophie's head, and before she knew it she had an invite to a class.

"See you next week!" Harry exclaimed as the last of the women from the 7pm class left the room. He was still busy putting everything back into place before the next class which would commence in about five minutes.

He was just about done with everything when Sophie walked in, another girl walking in close behind her. Harry couldn't really make up her face, as she stayed closely behind Sophie, even upon nearing him.

Sophie looked proud, probably feeling very accomplished about the fact that she had been able to convince this colleague of hers to take her up on her offer.

"Hey!" She greeted Harry cheerfully, giving him a quick hug. He was still smiling when he turned to the woman standing next to Sophie. His mouth went a bit dry when he took in her face.

"Harry, this is Y/N."

For starters, she was a bit shorter than Sophie, and quite frail too. Her hair was up in a ponytail, leaving her features to be admired out in the open. Her eyes were soft—radiating mostly insecurity at the moment—and wide. Those Bambi eyes and plump, rosy lips...

She looked so... innocent?

He wasn't sure if it was the right word, but he was sure that he had to say something before the silence became too long.

"Hi Y/N." He repeated her name, seeing the slightest flicker of surprise run through the eyes of the woman in front of him. But the slight relaxation of her body told him that his usual trick was working. It was a typical 'strategy' that he would often use with people who were a bit unsure about him. His voice would soften, he would always wear a hint of a smile on his face, and he'd repeat people's names to create a bit more of a familiar environment. It always worked, and he was glad it did. He never wanted anyone, especially a woman, to feel uncomfortable around him.

"Hi." The corners of her mouth tugged up.

Angel.

That's all he could think of as he looked at her. Jesus Christ, she was beautiful.

"Thank you for joining the class. You don't have to join in on everything if you don't feel comfortable. Just observe and see if this is something you would like to practice more often, okay?"

The girl in front of him nodded intently the second he had finished talking. Her eyes widened ever so slightly before she peeped out an, "okay."

Harry grinned, his gaze shooting to Sophie—who was looking at him with this suspicious look on her face that she only got once in a while—before calling everyone in a circle and commencing the class.

This girl, Y/N, turned out to be a real distraction for him. He was so focused on trying to read how she was feeling that he trailed off during explanations a couple times. It was embarrassing, really. He was a grown man for God's sake, why couldn't he just concentrate?

Y/N only joined in for a couple of the basic movements, but she stayed back for most of the class. Her big eyes observed every movement Harry and the others made, impressed with how developed everyone seemed to be in their techniques. He noted that it only seemed to make her more timid, though.

His eyebrows kept knitting every time he looked at her, getting lost in his thoughts on how he could help her become more comfortable in his class. She'd caught his stare about halfway through the class, and at the way her eyes shot to the floor he realized that his gaze was actually doing the completed opposite of what he wanted to do, which was help her.

When the class ended, Harry gave his usual speech about how good everyone had done their job, and that he would see them all next week. Afterwards there would always be a couple of women hanging around to ask questions, and he would stop a few on their way out to compliment their improvements. When the rest of the women had left, Sophie walked up to Harry, Y/N following closely behind.

"Great class, Styles. Thanks for teaching me some ass kicking again." She teased, smiling at him before she took a sip from her water bottle.  Harry chuckled, shaking his head faintly.

"Glad you liked it." He turned to Y/N. "What about you?"

Her cheeks started heating up, mouth falling open ever so slightly. "M— me? Oh, uhm, yeah, pretty good."

"I'm going to use the bathroom really quick, I'll be right back." Sophie chimed in, and began walking towards the door. "Keep her company for me, will ya Styles?"

Harry almost laughed at how Y/N's eyes nearly popped out of her sockets at Sophie's announcement. She was nervous around him, and it was quite endearing, but she didn't need to be. Although it was very cute, Harry wanted her to be comfortable around her.

"You hated it, didn't you?" He said as soon as Sophie was out of sight. Harry was amused, watching Y/N scramble for words when she realized what he had said.

"What? No, no of course not! You're great! Teacher— you're a great teacher, I mean." She stumbled over every last one of her words, making it sound even less convincing than it already was, even though she did really mean it.

Harry solely raised his eyebrow, indicating that he did not buy any of that, and it was all it took for her shoulders to slump and a little sigh to leave those pretty lips of hers.

"It's really not you, I promise. I just get... a bit nervous in group settings, especially when it comes to sports. I don't even go to the gym." She confessed, and Harry nodded. That certainly made more sense. His heart warmed a bit at the fact that she reassured him that he wasn't the reason she wasn't liking the class all too much.

"Why don't you go to the gym?" Harry asked further, his tone soft. He didn't want to press too much, but he did want to know more about her.

"It's... embarrassing." She shrugged. Harry chuckled.

"I go to the gym all the time. I mean, I own this one. I can only imagine how embarrassing I must be."  He joked. He had to say he thought it was pretty funny, the way she blushed as he teased her.

"No, I didn't mean it like that! You're not embarrassing at all— I mean, you’re like the opposite. You're lean, and strong. You have like— big arms and you know what you're doing." She ranted, and had no idea how much Harry's ego was fueled by the compliments she was unknowingly throwing at him. "Whereas I— I have no idea what to do at a gym. I hate the idea of people being able to watch me and judge me if they want. Not that I think everyone's focusing on me all the time! I— I don't think that..."

Y/N's heart was racing as she finally got herself to stop talking. It was a nervous habit she had always possessed. As soon as something got awkward, her mouth would open and it would just never shut again. All communication skills flew out the window as soon as something — or in this case someone — made her nervous. She couldn't even remember half the words she just said.

"I can teach you, if you want."

The offer was as unexpected to Y/N as it was to Harry. He hadn't quite anticipated the words rolling off his tongue, but he didn't regret them either.

"It'll be a private class, and it can be in a closed room, like this one, or after closing time. Whatever suits you." Harry tried his hardest to sound casual, and not like what he was offering was something he literally never did. He had to hire a cleaner at home because he was too busy to get around to cleaning the house, that's how much he had to do. But the prospect of losing even more free time did not seem to bother him at all. In fact, he hoped Y/N would take him up on his offer as he scanned her face and waited for her to say something.

"No, I wouldn't want to ask that of you. I'm sure you're busy with a lot of other things." She declined politely, but he didn't miss the glimmer of hope in her eyes. Those private classes had sounded intriguing to her, he just knew it. So instead of accepting her rejection, he shrugged.

"How about this. I'm always in till late on Tuesday's. If you're sure you don't want private lessons, that's fine. But if it does sound like something you want to do, just be there at 9. I'll be there either way." Harry suggested. He didn't wait for a response — hearing Sophie's footsteps nearing — and instead said,

"Just think about it, alright?"

Y/N merely nodded, not even able to croak out a 'yes' before Sophie walked back into the room.

"Okay, I'm ready to go. Y/N?" Sophie asked, watching as her friend agreed and grabbed her things before walking towards the door where Sophie stood.

"Thanks for the class." Y/N turned around and smiled at Harry, throwing him a small wave as she started following Sophie out the door.

"Anytime." He winked at her.

"Bye Styles!" Sophie shouted, her keys clinking as she waved at Harry, behind her.

"Bye Soph." Harry called out, his eyes still transfixed on the girl behind his friend.

He didn't take her eyes off her as they walked towards the exit, taking in every detail of her delicate body as she moved further and further away from him. She was painstakingly beautiful. How had she just walked in? As soon as the girls disappeared behind the door, Harry let out a big sigh.

"Fuck." He murmured under his breath.

He really hoped Y/N would take him up on his offer. Harry had very quickly and very suddenly developed this intense need to help the girl, and that couldn't mean anything good.

Maybe he'd never see her again. She did sound very unsure. Besides, who said that she even wanted to go to this class? For all Harry knew, Sophie could've just used her manipulative convincing tricks, and Y/N, the polite angel she was, would've felt too bad to decline. Maybe, she thought he was an ass and didn't want anything to do with him.

In spite of the countless theories flying through his head, he knew that she wanted it. He had seen it in her eyes. She did really want to join the class, she was simply too nervous. But whether she would take him up on the offer, that was the question. He'd have to wait until the following week.

Strangely enough, he couldn't wait until it was Tuesday. He couldn't wait to find out…

[babbling-idiot]

Could you please write Gregory house imagine, being his wife and coming home to him trying to bath and bed time with your baby?

This morning, Greg practically pushed you out of the house, stating that it was his time alone with the baby. Sure, House being the emotionally stunted guy he is, somehow someway enjoys taking care of your baby. No, he is not the baby's father. That doesn't stop him from practically melting each time he has the baby in his arms. He told you, when you first started dating that no matter what, he would try. He would do anything, and everything he can to make this relationship work. He had already told you all about his past relationships and even warned you about himself.

Of course, you didn't head those warning and merely dove head first. He doesn't know what you see in him. He is happy to call you his though. So, when you left this morning, he was excited. He was there with the baby every time they cried. He would even put on some music, low volume of course, and would walk around the house. He would sway softly and soon the baby's eyes would droop. But, it's not that easy. You see that was one of the two things he could not figure out. He was having a tough time.

It was hours of this. Back and forth trying to get the baby to nap, swaying to music, a bit of feeding her and there. But not once did the baby even get close to sleep. It was time for you to be home. House had no idea how much time had passed but he was sure he had it all under control. You see he decided to give the baby a bath. It was going smoothly. When you walked into your home, you could house talking. Mostly some medical stuff you weren't too sure about. When you put all your things away and started towards the bathroom you could hear House talking. The door was cracked open and when you got close enough you caught sight of them. He was pouring some water over the top of the baby's head and the baby was laughing. He started to smile and only a few more minutes passed before he was picking the baby up out of the bath.

You figured scaring House while he held your baby in his hands wasn't the best option so you quickly and quietly made your way to the living room. When he walked out he didn't even realize you were there. He went straight to the baby's room and laid them down. It was a few moments till he walked out. He slowly and carefully closed the door and started to walk away. His hand holding on to his thigh, as he tried to quietly walk away. He only got a few feet till he looked up and saw you. He was startled but had a happy smile crossing his face.

"When did you get home? I didn't hear you."

Shrugging you extend a hand to him, inviting him to the couch. He takes it and sits down.

"Just a few minutes ago. I could hear you in the bathroom. Figured I would just wait over here while you got them down."

He huffs out a sigh of relief.

"You have no idea how happy I am to see you. If I'm being honest I think I'm getting this whole baby thing figured out."

He says as he nods his head in pride. Sadly, as if the baby could hear his every word, they started to cry. His happy, prideful smile drops and he closes his eyes.

"They were like this all day, I couldn't get them to nap at all. I'll be right back."

He says as he tries to get up, before he can even try your hand stops him.

"Let me give it a try."

You get up and walk to the room. Walking in, you scoop the baby up and start to rock them. In no time at all the baby finally falls asleep. Laying the baby down you walk back to House and sure enough he has a look of bewilderment plastered on his face.

"How?"

Shrugging you sit back next to him. He looks at you waiting for a reply. You hesitate.

"Come on, witchy woman! Spill the beans."

Laughing you shrug again.

"I don't know. You'll get there soon enough though I can feel it. Just don't give up."

He scoffs and it slowly turns into a yawn. He shakes his head.

"Never."

He says as he leans his head on your shoulder. Funnily enough, like the baby, he too is out like a light and is lightly snoring on your shoulder.

[ssaaaronmontgomery]

what about Aaron forgetting his gf’s birthday but his team has all remembered and put something together because they adore her and he just feels dreadful so of course he has to make it up to you in 100 different ways

It's Your Birthday?

Warnings: Slight angst? (Aaron is basically feeling guilty), fluff, ever so slightly suggestive but nothing is nsfw.

Word count: 1.2k

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

A/n: Aw :( Aaron would feel so so bad if he forgot your birthday. I don't know if I like the way it turned out :,) but I did my best and I hope you like it! Also if anyone wants to be added to my forever tags just let me know :)

Tags: @hotchnerbau (babes idk if you wanted to be tagged I literally forget who I mention these to so if someone wanted to be tagged and wasn't, I apologise)

Forever tags: @greg-montgomery @boredelle @hotchsdoormat

Aaron felt like he was missing something. Like there was something happening today that he was either unaware of entirely, or that he'd forgotten something. And he has no idea what it could be.

All day people had smiled at him, just members of the team. But a couple of them mentioned to him that "you must have something really special planned tonight" and JJ specifically said "If you want me to take Jack for the night I'd love to! My boys have been asking for another sleepover with him anyway." Anyway. Anyway? Something was implied and he wasn't sure what. It seemed so out of the blue.

Throughout the day Aaron forgets about how off he feels. He's shut in his office and after a number of hours there's a knock on the office door.

Penelope walks in.

"Sir! Hi! Quick question! What colour does y/n prefer? Does she have a favourite?" His brows furrow as confusion takes over him but he answers Garcia's question and then asks "Why do you ask?" She just grins at him "Oh, sir. You know!" No, he doesn't. But she leaves before he can ask anything else. He ponders momentarily before pushing the thoughts away and going back to his reports.

Another couple hours went by, he had closed the blinds and kept the door shut. But when he hears some sort of commotion outside his office, he quickly stands and opens the door.

He's met with party decorations all over the bullpen and you standing there with a huge smile on your face.

He makes his way down the steps and walks over to you standing with his team members.

"Honey, what are you doing here? What's going on? What is all of this?" The last two questions are directed more towards his team.

You look at him a bit confused as does everyone else. "We're throwing y/n a birthday party, sir! It's her birthday!" Penelope says excitedly but you look at him with a slight frown.

He looks back at you "It's not your-"

Aaron cuts himself off and stands there for a few seconds as he realises that it is, in fact, your birthday. And guilt immediately overtakes him. He feels terrible for forgetting. And the fact that his team remembered when he didn't, made him feel even worse.

"Oh, oh Sweetheart I'm so sorry. I forgot. I didn't...I must have just..." He trails off and looks down. He doesn't want to give you some excuse for his lack of remembering your birthday. "I'm sorry, y/n, really." He looks back up and he expects you to be upset, but he's met with a small smile.

"It's alright, Aaron. Don't worry about it. You know now. It's fine." You step closer and kiss his cheek, a kiss he doesn't feel like he deserves. Then he receives a warm hug from you but you're being pulled away by Garcia seconds later, something about cake and some gifts needing to be opened.

Gifts. Gifts! He didn't have a present for you. There was an empty desk with presents from the team on it and none were from him. He didn't have one at home. This all completely slipped his mind. He's internally scolding himself but he puts on a little smile every time you look at him.

He starts thinking of ways he can make it up to you. Of course, one option would be taking JJ up on her earlier offer and giving you a fun birthday night. But he wants to give you more than that. He's thinking more on the material side of things. Jewelry immediately pops into his head. He has a necklace hidden away for your upcoming anniversary (upcoming as in six months away, ever the planner aside from this one time) but it's meant for that day and there's even a card written with it about the anniversary. Not your birthday. And you already know that he's forgotten now. He can't play it off like he already had the necklace as a birthday gift.

He watches you open all of your presents. One from each member of the team (apart from him) but there are at least five from Penelope. Which doesn't surprise anyone, really.

He's watching your face light up as you see each new item and read each card, all having meaningful words written in them. You weren't on the team. You're a civilian. But the team loves you like family and you're close friends with them all. You see them as much as possible given their work and their lives outside of it.

"Aaron, look!" He smiles as you hold up the book that Reid gifted you. "You'll have to read it to me." You grin as you read the summary on the back of it. In his head he agrees. He'll do anything you want, especially now to make up for his lack of remembering your special day.

After cake and chatting with everyone, you go to Aaron's office when you see he's not out there. Leaving the rest of the team to enjoy the small party.

He's alone and sitting at his desk staring at nothing but he looks up at you when you walk in. "Aaron? What's wrong? If this is about forgetting what today is, it's really not a big deal. You don't need to feel so bad about it, baby. Really." He hates how sweet and forgiving you're being. The fact that you're not even slightly upset about it. That you're so understanding. But he knows he would be just as understanding if it was the other way around and you'd forgotten his.

"No, y/n. It's not okay. I forgot your birthday. I didn't do anything for it, I didn't get you anything, I didn't even remember to wish you a happy birthday this morning before leaving. Everyone except me remembered and even threw a party for you." You know he's eating himself up inside.

Walking around his desk and standing in front of him, you lean back against the wood and sit on the edge of it. Grabbing his hands and looking at him with a stern expression. "Aaron, don't beat yourself up over this. There will be more birthdays. And you don't need to get me anything. I don't care if I get presents or not. I'm fine with not doing anything special for today either way. But you can wish me a happy birthday now." You give him a kiss on the forehead and smile at him which he returns with the best one he can give, still feeling guilty inside.

"Happy birthday, y/n." He gives your hands a gentle squeeze. "But I still want to make it up to you." You think for a moment. "Okay. How about dinner? All I've had was cake because that's all there was here. Jack is with Jessica right now because she picked him up from school but I'm sure he wants to go to JJ and Will's for a sleepover. And you can make it up to me however I see fit." You tell him the last part with a smirk as you grab his tie and pull him to you, making him stand in the process. Slotting himself between your legs as you give him a slow kiss.

"I think that sounds like a good way to start."

[satureja13]

The next day. While Saiwa still tries to convince Jack that it's not possible to throw Greg in the dungeons of the castle without proper evidence and investigations, they suddenly heard an alarm going off ö.ö

Jeb: "Jack, Kiyoshi - quick! Let's get out of here!"

It wasn't hard to locate the source of the noise, it came from their TTT (Teleporting TukTuk)! They turned the alarm off. Despite the lock on its wheel, it must have moved out of the garage by itself.

Saiwa: "But why the alarm?" Vlad checked his calendar: "Erm, I guess over Jack's death, we've forgotten that it's Summer Solstice today..." Saiwa: "What? Already one and a half month have passed since then?" Time flies! And they'd already forgotten Beltane, the last festival in the wheel of the year... Today is the beginning of summer and the longest day of the year. Until Winter Solstice on December 21, the days are getting shorter again from tomorrow on.

Jack: "Maybe it wants us to board and it'll take us somewhere, like last time at Beltane when we found ourselves at Tartosa..." And so they squeezed themselves into the tiny teleporting TukTuk... Puppy Jack is already excited, as always: "I wonder where we are going this time!"

The TTT ported them away from Tomarang through the Otherworld... Well, this place looks familiar. It's Henford! Where Sai, Jack, Vlad and Ji Ho had spent their first weekend trip together almost two years ago! And where Jeb showed up and we saw his face for the first time (that was before he joined them).

But it's also the place where Jack's Heidi nightmare took place. Which lead to his breakdown - and his breakup with Kiyoshi... and the beginning of his pain. Saiwa: "Are you ok, Jack? Come, let's leave again." Jack: "What? No! It's Summer Solstice! We should celebrate. I'm fine. We deserve a little time out. Remember? The old Jack is dead and the new, better Jack is going to prosper!" Sometimes Saiwa wishes he had a tiny bit of Jack's optimism. How can he be so positive to be able to vercome his hardships after he wanted to throw Greg in the dungeons just a few minutes ago? Saiwa sighed. (This actually happened to me a few years ago. I had been working so hard on myself to overcome my hardships and prosper. I'd thought I'd come so far already and I had been utterly sure I'd made huge steps. But then something happened that showed me I wasn't as stable as I thought I was and it threw me back so far omg. Let's hope Jack will do better than me - with a little help of his friends.)

Also, Jack never forgot that Vlad wanted to come back to Henford with Ji Ho. That had been one of his last wishes before he died (after he drank Ji Ho's poisonous blood to claim him back from Genji...) So leaving is not an option for Jack. Everything happens for a reason.

Sai was not completely convinced that Jack is really ok but the show must go on: "Well then - let's change into something comfortable and hope that TTT brought some stuff with him."

And since they are in the Otherworld and the TTT is a magical vehicle, there was actually a lot the tiny TukTuk brought with him - and to set up :3 There is even a tent that looks like Barfolomews holy Star Wars tent Jack had destroyed on their weekend trip (Ji Ho worked at the Diner de los Muertos to pay for the repair - where he met Luci...) Of course Vlad and Jack will sleep in the Star Wars tent. And Kiyoshi and Jeb will share a tent (Kiyoshi is still not back to his old self since he came back after spending decades in the tree / becoming a diety) and Saiwa and Ji Ho the other. Even the Little Goats joined them!

Saiwa is worried about Jack, no matter how much he claims to be ok. Jack is Saiwa's oldest friend, he'll talk to him later when everything is set up and the goats and the Boys are fed.

And while the others set up the tents and stuff, Jeb prepared the meals. The sun was just setting when they started to eat. What a wonderful world. They deserve a peaceful festival after all they went through.

'I see skies of blue and clouds of white The bright blessed day the dark sacred night And I think to myself what a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky Are also on the faces of people going by I see friends shaking hands saying, "How do you do?" They're really saying I love you'

Louis Armstrong - What a wonderful World

The way Sai looks at Jeb when he looks in another direction <3

And then his face fell when he looked back at Jack.

When they finished their meal, Sai and walked a bit together. Just until they saw the Mansion from afar. Greg had brought toddler Jack to the Mansion after he rescued him from the Lab and he grew up here with 'Uncle' Stefan (Stefan is not his real Uncle). And here also the worst part of his Heidi Nightmare took place... Saiwa: "Let's leave, we'll find another place, hm?"

Jack: "I won't run away anymore. I've come so far and my pain is almost gone. Maybe I died ingame so I can prove that the therapy works? That I can carry over what I've learned ingame to my real life? It will be painful and hard. And I miss Lou so much. But it will be worth it in the end. I'll start a new life. You will help me, won't you? Push me when I fall back in my old, crazy habits." Sai: "Of course I will help you. I'm just not sure if I can push you. I'm worried you're going too fast."

But then a Summer Solstice Wonder happened! A flock of cute birds were flying in circles around Jack! With sparkles and singing and everything! As if they wanted to reassure him that he's on the right path! Jack: "What? ... See?!" Saiwa: "How did you do that? You are really something else ^^'"

Sai: "I hope I can find a kind of balance between pushing you and keeping you safe. But I'm always there for you. Just talk to me, hm? And we still have Vlad." Jack: "Promised. I love you." Saiwa sighed but he said it anyway: "I know." (Saiwa is not much into Star Wars, that's more a Jack/Vlad thing. But he knows it makes Jack happy when he answers with 'I know' ^^')

to be continued...

The Boys had quite the event on last year's Summer Solstice ö.ö Let's hope this year's is quieter.

The Therapy Game Master Post with the sessions and places so far is -> here

From the Beginning  ~  Underwater Love ~  Latest Current Chapter: 'Who killed Jack?' from the beginning ▶️ here Last Chapter: 🕹️ 'The One' from the beginning ▶️ here 📚 Previous Chapters: Chapters: 1-6 ~ 7-12 ~ 13-16 ~ 17-22 ~ 23-28

[superfallingstars]

marauders era faceclaims/fancasts but it's all musicians from the 60s-80s because i am insane. let's go

first up is kate bush as lily! this felt so obvious. even though she's not a ginger and her eyes are hazel (i think?) instead of green, there's something so sweet and warm about her that makes her a perfect lily to me. and omg the pics of her as a child are sooo ridiculously cute.

next up is andy partridge (my beloved) as james. he is in fact blond but i think the glasses are a wonderful coincidence. and he has a great face for james, very british-looking. honorable mention to steve albini who was my original pick but wasn't quite right (not very british-looking, does have black hair tho) – just wanted to mention that because i really only wanted to include him in this post to piss him off

young chris cornell is literally scary accurate for sirius like his face might as well be directly lifted from my BRAIN. i was really hoping to find a 70s musician for him (these pics are from the late 80s) just for consistency among the marauders, but this was too good not to use

next is alex chilton as remus. the pic on the left was when he was literally 17, while the middle one (and presumably the right one?) are when he's older. i might just be picking him because he reminds me of andrew garfield, who i don't even like as a fancast for remus, but he's infiltrated my subconscious nonetheless. also look at his little peace signs, isn't he so cute and silly and quirky? ok moving on

i'll be honest i struggled with peter but i think i'm pretty happy with greg lake here. the hair is a little dated (these pics are probably from the late 60s?) but i like his big round face. and come on i needed SOMEONE from a prog rock band in this post. it just feels right for it to be peter

alright i really struggled with snape so i'm including a few options and i really want to hear which one people like the best. personally i think the best fit is unfortunately young marilyn manson (first two pics). i was originally going to go with todd rundgren (next two) because of the long face, long hair, bad teeth... why are you booing me i'm right. i like that todd is a 70s guy because it feels more consistent with the other characters, but marilyn's got the goth factor... overall i think they're both DECENT, but i'm not sure if either one has quite the right nose. what do you guys think?

also shoutout to my many rejected snape picks, including steve peregrin took from t rex (not bad but not amazing, i debated including pics but this post is already long enough), rozz williams (too cool-looking), roger waters (meh), and frank zappa (PERFECT nose, but no good pictures without the giant mustache and the rest of his face isn't very snapey to me).

wow ok i can't believe i did this. this is so incredibly stupid but it also took me weeks to do, so i would love to hear what people think of my picks. you're welcome or i'm sorry or whatever

[gregorygerwitz]

Moustead + boyfriend for hire... kinda

After grieving his mother, Jay Halstead continued to live in his childhood bedroom for two years, which was about a year and a half too long. He was jumping from job to job, not making enough to build a savings, not scratching the surface of how much he needed to get a place of his own. He was running out of options, his father getting on his last nerve every single week, and he wanted to rip his hair out whenever he couldn't find an extra shift to pick up.

That was when he saw the ad while looking for odd jobs to pick up during the weekends. And odd really was the best way to describe it.

Woman seeking actor to be boyfriend for 27yo son. Up to six months of work with apartment and food budget included. Serious inquiries only.

Jay called the number at the bottom of the ad, and ended up talking to a lawyer and agreeing to a background check. He wouldn't be able to speak to his client until the results came back from that, and when they did, he understood exactly why. A rather prominent heir of Chicago was experimenting with men, going through a phase, as his mother put it. The job was to pretend to be interested in him until he changed his mind and dropped men altogether - less than a year, with an apartment that he didn't have to share with anyone besides the man he was pretending to be attracted to, and even that wouldn't happen for at least a month, if they got to that point at all. He didn't even have to worry about food.

It was the perfect arrangement.

Coming out was supposed to change Greg Gerwitz's life. It was supposed to let him be himself, stop hiding half of his personality in public, and his parents only seemed minutely bothered by it. It wouldn't be perfect for their family image, and there was the fact that it threw a wrench in all of his mother's plans for him, but he wasn't being disowned or told to hide it any longer than he wanted to. The entire conversation had gone so much better than he thought it ever could.

Then, his mother sent him to fetch coffee from a tiny corner shop that had opened up further away than a coffee run should be. He started talking to the barista behind the counter, small talk that led to jokes and bright smiles, and then a new morning routine. The coffee wasn't that good, but he liked having his drink ready when he got there every day, and the poorly scribbled Jay on the nametag, and the conversation that they kept up.

He had someone who asked about his work, who gave him free bagels, who smiled bigger when he walked through the door. The obvious next step was to ask about going out for drinks. And that was just the first date.

For four months, he let himself be in a relationship instead of jumping from bed to bed every night. He let himself care and be happy falling asleep next to a boyfriend that he could bring to parties and introduce to his friends. It was the most comfortable he'd ever been, and that should have been the first red flag.

Because, one day, less than a week before his birthday and the enormous party his mother would inevitably throw, Greg woke up first. He woke up first, and made coffee with the fancy touch screen machine on Jay's kitchen counter, and right next to it was a stack of mail. The very top envelope, one with the name of the company that owned the apartment building, was addressed to a name he recognized.

His mother's.

And then everything seemed to crash down around him.

[tomwambsgans]

i've wavered a lot on how much gay romance/sex experience i can reasonably believe that greg has had but i think i'm settling permanently into the idea that in desperation for approval + need for money he's allowed himself to be the side piece and lowkey sugar baby of a couple closeted/married guys before, and those guys ultimately dropped him bc they couldn't risk being found out anymore and/or chose their wives over him, and it's heavily informed greg's relationship with tom.

like he still almost certainly has this Type but he recognizes (possibly through therapy) that it's probably unhealthy, or it's probably indicative of daddy issues that he needs to work out and also of a bit of a savior complex bc he's helped some guys realize things about themselves which in turn saddles him with all the emotional labor, and most of all it means he's not placing enough value in himself if he gives his whole self to someone who won't give their whole self back. so i'm thinking Current Greg has outright made the decision to not let this happen again, to not play that role anymore bc he needs to respect himself and not settle for just any amount of attention especially not negative attention. maybe he's even internalized a bit of a sense that maybe it's men who are the problem, and/or shame of being the one who is the object of desire bc it emasculates him. and he realizes he's been letting himself be misinterpreted as a more submissive figure than he really is just for the sake of being desired. it feels better to have control, and most men who might be interested just don't want to let him have it, so greg overcompensates by clinging to women as an option too? but just never feels substance there beyond feeling a little better about himself.

and of course tom comes along and greg quickly recognizes some hints of him being closeted, but there's way more plausible deniability than past guys bc tom is just SO deep in there. and dating greg's own cousin no less. and greg is tired of this sort of routine before it starts but still finds himself falling into it, getting dependent on tom's approval specifically because of how it's buffered by bullying, (lowkey being kind of aroused by the bullying and really wishing that he wasn't bc it makes him feel pathetic), learning more about tom and observing him and shiv and seeing how deeply unhappy the guy is and seeing that whole relationship as the source of tom being Like This and thinking maybe there's a chance that he can leave shiv and things would be different? bc it's getting increasingly obvious that his hostility is a front that he wouldn't need to have if he'd just leave her? BUT them tom retreats further into the closet and greg doesn't have time for it, he's resolved to have more respect for himself, he doesn't want to waste his energy on someone who doesn't want to change, he's not going to try to figure out what tom wants, least of all from him, when it doesn't seem like tom himself knows what he wants.......

but then tom just keeps doing these things. that no one else has EVER done for him. in between all the corporate climbing and greg trying to get in with his own fucking family and find stability that he's never had, tom keeps staking his foot in greg's life, making it clear he needs him around. wants him around. tom's wife is cheating on him and he's letting her do it and he straight up attacked greg for trying to tell him, but he wants to pretend that that never happened and he doesn't just want greg under him, he wants to hang out. he wants to wine and dine him. he protects him. and it seems so much all the time like tom is gearing up to legitimately try to start an affair with greg but he'll never quite get there, he'll bring his marriage back up like a wall and take 5 steps back into the closet like this constant fucking cycle of emotionally edging the both of them.

i think greg often wants to hate tom but more than anything he's just exhausted with him because he really, truly, very much cares about him. and feels so bad for him. but he knows/believes tom himself is not doing any of the same introspection and would get defensive even if greg tried to do it for him. he probably thinks he's best off trying to get over those feelings until tom comes round and does those things again - touching him, smiling at him in a way that no one else will, praising him, making him feel needed and wanted, providing for him, fucking kissing him - and it feels so undeniable that this is going to be something, and that that something simply could not be found anywhere else, that it always feels worth it to stick around through the next wave of defensiveness.

if/when tom finally does physically act on his feelings i do think greg (in the context of this hc) would feel it's different this time, given that he knew tom even before he got married and he's well acquainted with the exact unsatisfying nature of tom's marriage (or lack thereof). he'd know that he's genuinely not the side piece this time, and that tom actually sees him as he is and likes it, even and perhaps especially everything that's wrong with him.

[greyinthecolorprism]

The Meeting

"I'm trying but I keep falling down, I cry out but nothing comes now. I'm giving my all and I know peace will come, I never wanted to need someone." - Helium (Sia)

Part 2: Line Art This line art has been an adventure. Let me tell you that when I started drawing those trees, I did not realize that I was a masochist. But I guarantee you that I do now, hah! I figured by the time I got done with the design on Tony's shirt (which is a Metallica RDJ did actually wear at some point) that I would be fed up with tiny lines. But oh, now wrong I was. I didn't realize I would be so annoyed with CROOKED LINES more than I was tiny ones. I told @cirocity and @strangelockd that I'll never draw trees again. But I know that I will because that's what we artists do. We thrive on the suffering of our brains, eyes and wrists. I feel no shame in saying that this is definitely one of the best backgrounds that I have done even without the color. I don't usually go to extremes to make sure people can see "oh there's actual branches in that tree!" in the final product. But Tony doesn't ever leave me in peace if I don't do the details correctly. And considering he's in this picture, I figured listening to the boss was probably the best options to keep me from being "grounded". Funily enough, when I first sketched this picture, I had his hair more stylized, but @darsynia was getting vibes that she wasn't feeling too good about, so I changed it to a more natural look. I kind of think that I like it better like this, so I may have to consider it in my future pictures of him unless I'm drawing him in a tuxedo or something. I kinda wanna draw him with bed-head now. Maybe that will be my next project. Hmm.

@sobeautifullyobsessed @fanartka @icytrickster17 @harlekin6 @ktrew @foxssketching @sassenach-on-the-rocks @greg-house-gay-diagnostician

[leopoldainter]

Let me ask you some thing man, where's the anger coming from

So then

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It wasn't "the iron giant" that you've heard of

How loud.

Hey? Which one moistens style.

Actually, all mine were moistened by hand. Who aren't I?

Cheese bowl

Actually I had this shipped in from, you know what I think we can give this to the microwave. Hand me a fork

That's not how it works

I think it's insurance that works. An adjuster.

What the hell!

I thought I'd try spider solitaire

On the microwave?

Something tells me he is tinier this time. Or grouped with some type of... why not I'd love to drink on your commercial.

Apparently, as some may have intended to surprise me, walking and commercials are not the same.

Hi Moira rose and if your looking for reliable american automobile you might want to try the television set.

Wow, these are all on DVD

No. That's not how it works. Let me remember.

*backhand swing* here's where is Greg.

That's all we have?

Someone posted live footage of what we thought was an airplane and it was an airplane, since they we haven't been able to make choices.

Which airplane, is the one from scary mother fucker or ami I going to have go fuck some kids mom for my kid to get the part I don't think that's the point. No, what's house of cards? On line,try by line.

Traffic?

-d.Cheadle

No one ever does.

Check this license

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I have pictures

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Please can you either use the door way or step across?

Wat who said that?moonWalkinmoreMoonwalkin wasn't you

Welcome to McDonalds. Before I say anything else do have some money.

I have cup

I have empty cup

Who said that again.

It's Styrofoam

It's always Styrofoam if its 6? You called the WHIMSpolice NO! I WILLNOT BE PHOTOGRPAHED IN THIS ISLE!

Where is there any other store

There's the kmart

Where?

What who said that.EvenStevensthenThesisterstevens

I tried it all ready they only take lonestar gift cards omg

Oh shit

I'm sorry Joyland rolling

It's from her accent that only she remembers where she picked it

Up to apoint I think Roland is not so lucky

Ronnie?

Stop calling me that!

Whose got cuffs

When I was a youngboy

Then what

Take a ride on the passenger side

I saw something like this in buffy

No, that's... hey do you k ow the number to my hotel room i have to call so many places I just have the...

You still remember phone numbers

Jaundis it's not everyday that you get a free cab ride .

Actually, this is just the loose car.

So Roland really works in government

That's what he tells everyone.

Hmmm telling

What?

I'm seeing a card game in a version I know the rules to...

Ha...let me know if you want learn how to draw on glass like this

Enough jostlin I'm working

Evening sir.

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*swifferWindex*

Evening

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Please, hemustbe canadian or that's neck

What do you want to be called then Ronnie.

No one's asked!

Hmmm. There's a good chance that my phones still not on me.

Jostlin! I'm working right. Sorry, she's .

I know whose who in these vehicles.

Did you know the way to kmart?

Before they tore it down or before they gravelled in route 3

You drive

I miss pedestrians let's leave it at that and maybe you'll get a vest

Hop in takes around

Jostlin! I'm working

It was Originally my cab, but I'm an entrepreneur and diverted resources to a new drive through operation

I have a good feeling about this.

So, hand me some of those bats

Ronnie! There's too many mail box's

Upastrophy

She's, technically running for government

We could do that

No,moira nit team

Fuck no ofcourse competitivly

Do you know whose bikes got mangled a while back

We can't be bothered by that we're working

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Eyes are up here Ronnie

When's the next exit

Good day officer,

She knows that?

She is driving.

That's true

What time is it right now.

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Careful the next set of lights is in one of the territories

Where I'm from we don't have that problem.

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Well, she didn't unlock my door before she got out.

No way these lock?

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It's a monster

She was in a movie I thought you'd have more in common.

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Tight

-Kate, from oitnb, gettin her neVery Hearin to being story of my lot. Mullet, GRU.but tagged on for another reason entirely

For your own satisfaction here is an example of a blond in blue

-Itsap PrincessSwan.

To Dear Keira Knightly,

Thank yourself for me believing that you were Natalie Portman when I showed everyone your name on the credits for STARWARSthe phantom is an opera there was a news flash maybe it's an octaSquid. Check for windows ten available for download through the start menu. Stay tuned in to danger.

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I was in domino, decals I thought were for sports cars. Thanks but we all deserve a bravo the whole cast

- people in the way

See what she uses her cast for

-t8HundredgoTatenntionmuch

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You want obama

-t800vhesTunit2

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Who do they know? Do we know someone who likes like that? Why do I ask the wrong person? Dial Tone!

-parts performed by Dan Castellenata. His vocals were sampled on the set of Everybody Loves Raymond as a Coach as a Coach.

Those doesn't seem any more reassuring.

I'm sure she knows how not to upset Roxanne look how close she's getting

How balsy. Bruvah!doe!!

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Those Christmases where your grandma shows up with both your grandpa and the reindeer. Where's my distractor, uh uh uh, decision father:human Christmas. Nevermind.

Do we really need another tiny country with a capital named after a pasta sauce or Men In Black pet, or whatever. What do you think Riga is?

[bllsbailey]

Andrew Cuomo Torches Biden, Defends Trump

Andrew Cuomo appeared on "Real Time with Bill Maher" alongside anti-Trump, former Republican congressman Adam Kinzinger on Friday, where he didn't hold back on criticizing President Biden and the Democrat Party while defending former President Donald Trump. You read that right.

The former New York Governor (D) was open and honest about his thoughts on the open border and Trump's hush money trial, among other topics.

Cuomo on Biden and the Democrats' illegal immigration policy:

"His [Biden] immigration policy was a mistake. How you do it makes all the difference in the world. To just open the borders with no plan, you don't know where they go, you don't know who's going to pay for them. Who did you even help?  The mayor [Adams] could have said no. The governor [Hochul] could have said no. New York has more of the ideological left. All are welcome. Now we're finding out 200 thousand people later, you needed a plan; you needed to know what to do with these people."

Cuomo is right. New York did not have a plan, yet the leaders welcomed the illegals and announced to the country that they were a sanctuary. Gov. Greg Abbott (R-TX) took them up on their offer and sent some of the illegals to New York. New York City was overwhelmed and not prepared, as the leaders there claimed to be. 

The former New York Governor continued criticizing Biden, this time for the way the campaign is being run, after Bill Maher asked him whether the president was running a good campaign thus far and what Cuomo would do to make it better:

"I don't think he's running an especially good campaign, frankly. I think there's a big question that he has to answer which is about his age, viability, et cetera. I think the only way you answer that is by getting out there, and letting people see you. That's the only way you put it to rest. I don't think you can hide from that, Bill."

The Democrats will try their best to minimize Biden appearing publicly and giving speeches or taking questions from reporters, and they will cover his mistakes and gaffes by claiming they are "cheap fakes." It could backfire because COVID is no longer an excuse to hide Biden from voters as they did in 2020. As Cuomo stated, the only option might be for Biden to appear more in the public eye, allowing voters to judge who they want to be the next Commander-in-Chief. 

Cuomo also defended Trump when asked about the New York hush money trial, including his thoughts on the civil fraud trial brought by Attorney General Letitia James, as well:

"That case, the attorney general's case in New York, frankly, should have never been brought. If his name was not Donald Trump and if he wasn't running for president. I'm the former AG in New York. I'm telling you, that case would have never been brought. And that's what is offensive to people. And it should be, because if there is anything left, it's belief in the justice system."

Here is the full exchange:

What Cuomo said was true, but it will likely fall on deaf ears, as the Democrats think they are doing everything right — from trying to prosecute Trump to not losing any support among black voters to dealing with the border crisis, as the majority of Americans, in poll after poll, disapprove of Biden and his policies. They will be in for a rude awakening in November if they don't change course.

[the-artof-starting-over]

Breakfast on your sofa bed

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Pairing: Moustead

Words:3648

Warnings: panic attack

Title: Elvis song - Maisie Peters

Also available on AO3

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“You are staying with me for a while"

"I won't stay long I promise, just a couple of days"

"Mouse, you're not a bother, you can stay- "

"I will figure something out and I'll be out of your hair in no time"

"Greg - "

"Just a couple of days"

Laying on Jay's sofa bed staring out at the midnight sky he could feel restlessness seep into his bones and he began to look around. He noticed the scarcity of things in Jay's living room in the scattered light from the street lights through the partially closed blinds. The lack of personal belongings didn’t surprise him, even though he’d never actually seen inside Jay's apartment until tonight and he wasn’t present enough to look around at Jay's space when he had been ushered in a couple of hours ago. Always declining Jay’s attempts at having him come over felt safer ever since he moved out of the apartment they previously shared right when they got back from overseas. Mouse couldn’t let himself cross that unspoken boundary. That boundary kept him safe, and more importantly, it kept Jay safe, and now he had broken that rule. Not just bending the rule but completely destroying it, Mouse couldn’t make himself relax. He knew Jay was just down the hall, probably asleep by now and waking him was not an option, but neither was getting up and leaving his apartment no matter how strong that urge was right now. Jay would freak out if he were nowhere to be found when he woke up or if he heard his door close in the middle of the night and he had caused enough hassle in the detective's life, putting him in enough danger. So he stayed put, forcing himself to stay on the sofa and he sat up and pulled the blanket tighter around him as if that would prevent him from feeling like he was going to explode. If he could just wrap himself tight enough in the blanket he would prevent all the pieces that were broken from falling away completely.

Standing up, the slightly rough blanket still wrapped around him as if it was holding him together as he wandered silently into Jay’s kitchen just off from the living room where he had been residing on Jay's sofa bed. He was intensely aware of the fact that everything that surrounded him was Jay's. He was wrapped in Jay's blanket, trying to sleep on Jay's sofa, about to rummage through Jay's kitchen and even wearing Jay's clothes. it had been too late to deal with packing up his very few belongings according to Jay. Which led him to be surrounded by all things Jay and that was a lot, almost too much, it was destroying every single boundary that he'd put up over the past few years. Trying not to let himself sink into the comfort that could bring, Mouse forced himself to remember this is all temporary. It would be so easy to fall back into the shared routine that was once second nature to them both. He knew this. This is temporary. The easy silence as they both moved around in their own routines. Temporary. The words of comfort they once offered each other in the middle of the night when the dreams got too real. Not allowed. Not anymore. The quiet comfort that was found in sharing space with someone so familiar with how you operate. Not safe. Not anymore. He knew he couldn't allow them to fall back into that routine again. He was still on shaky ground with Jay after he had withdrawn out of that routine last time. He couldn't let himself get that close to Jay again, not while he wasn't sure he'd be able to stick around again, it wouldn't be fair to either of them. He couldn't let himself get too comfortable, he couldn't allow himself to get used to sharing a space with Jay again like they had done overseas and when they first got back. Jay was in a good place now and allowing himself to enter into that space would mess things up for Jay and allowing that to happen was not something he could ever be okay with.

Entering the kitchen he looked around the space, Jay had always been very particular about leaving anything that could be conceived as clutter lying around, and he understood, that they had it drilled into their brains that they were always to only have the bare minimum with them in the rangers, anything in excess could slow you down or cause you potentially fatal problems down the road. It wasn't an easy message to shake off. Even back here away from the war. Stepping forward, Mouse moved towards the cabinets and was about to start looking around for a glass so he could get himself some water. At least that would give him something to do with his hands. Staying still had never been a strong suit of his. Under the right circumstances, ones in the war provided plenty of, he could do it, and he could be as still as if he was a statue, but now that he was back home in the relative safety that it provided that stillness made him feel like he was straight back into that danger.

"Why exactly are you standing in the kitchen at 1 am?" The familiar voice startled him out of his thoughts. The voice was lower and riddled with sleep than he was used to hearing by now. Meetings with Jay were strictly daytime now unless Jay called him at 3 am having woken from a nightmare. But those times had fallen few and far between as the years went on. It was another rule Mouse had unconsciously implemented, day time was safer. The light of the sun pushed away all those parts of himself that he could only show in the dark.

"Was going to get some water" Mouse replied looking over his shoulder to see Jay casually leaning on the door frame.

"You know you actually have to move to get water, it's not just going to appear in your hand because you're standing in the kitchen '' Jay's reply came back eliciting an eye roll from Mouse who turned around and continued staring at the cabinets. Looking at Jay right now was not going to help him get his thoughts in check.

"I know" he replied, "where do you keep your glasses?" The words felt strange as he said them, the unfamiliarity of Jay's kitchen layout had thrown him into this spiral. He knew it was such a small thing, but it was just a stark reminder that he had let them drift this far apart. Mouse knew that was on him and he could feel the tightness around his chest at the thought.

"Cabinet above the sink, grab one for me too will you?" Jay replied his tone calm and collected and Mouse felt envy flood him. Jay had always been good at acting like things felt normal like everything felt okay. Pushing himself to move, Mouse walked to the sink and reached for the cabinet, the blanket falling down his arm but staying mostly in place around him as he noticed the shaking in his hands as he picked up the glasses. He places one down before filling the other just over half full so he wouldn't spill anything before handing it over to Jay, his shaking hands bumping into Jay's steady one.

Mouse turns back and fills up the second glass as he asks "how long were you standing there?"

"Bout five minutes" Jay replied and Mouse could feel Jay's eyes on him, weighing him down with all the questions he knew Jay was restraining himself from asking.

"Sorry If I woke you up, I was trying to be quiet" he apologized.

"You didn't" Jay replied quickly but his tone was still calm.

"Okay" Mouse paused, silence pouring over the kitchen for a moment before he spoke again "why are you up?" Questioning if Jay had been as troubled by his own thoughts as he had been.

"No reason, just woke up, why are you?" Mouse eyed Jay's sleep-ruffled form, relief spreading through him when he didn't spot the remnants of a nightmare lingering. A sight he had hated and that he had grown accustomed to in the past.

Determining that he'd been told the truth, Mouse could no longer keep Jay in his sights so he looked back down at the glass he was holding, before answering "just the same." The lie was spilling from his lips before he really processed that is what he was going to say. He could feel Jay's stare burning into him as he placed the glass back on the counter and pulled the blanket back tighter around him. The move probably did not convince Jay that he had been telling the truth but the comfort of the steady pressure the blanket gave as he pulled it tighter made him feel enough to make that seem less important.

Breaking the silence Jay almost whispered "Mouse?" It prompted him to look up at Jay not trusting his voice would come out without shaking. As he met Jay's eyes he was stunned further into silence as Jay said "I've missed you," before effortlessly pushing himself from the doorway and walking back into the dark hallway towards his room as soundlessly as he had arrived.

Mouse could feel his head spinning as the silence took over the room and he was alone once more. Jay's words were floating around in his head as he was left alone in the kitchen and he tried to hold on to them in an attempt to not let the warmth that had spread through him dissipate.

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He woke to the clattering of kitchen activity muddled through the walls only slightly and the smell of bacon wafting through Jay's apartment. After rubbing the sleep from his eyes, Mouse forces them open begrudgingly, wishing he could fall back into his sleep which was dreamless for once. However, he knew Jay, and that came with the knowledge that once Jay got started for the day he wasn't going to stop, and he didn't want to intrude anymore into Jay's routine than he had to. Things weren't how they used to be, he was a guest now. Jay was just being kind, trying to keep him out of trouble and Mouse didn't want to add any more burden to that. All he wanted to do was unload the burden, and if that meant waking up at whatever ungodly hour Jay decided was the start of the day then that is what he was going to do. He would be out of Jay's hair in a few days and he could unburden him entirely and also not have to wake up to the moon still casting a glow in the dark sky.

As Mouse pushes himself up so he is sitting Jay pushes the door open and enters the room looking down at the two plates in hand with a careful concentration that makes him smile tiredly. He had missed getting to see this side of Jay, but with the rules, he has so carefully constructed his time with Jay, only allowing Jay to see him when the light could send everything he was trying so desperately not to feel crawling off into the shadows out of sight.

But here Jay was, clearly not long awake with his hair still a little unkempt; a loose and crumpled black t-shirt and sweatpants presenting a much softer version of Jay than Mouse had let himself, bear witness to in a long time. He felt the twist in his gut as he forced his eyes away from Jay, his gaze falling back to his hands curling up into the blanket that had fallen looser throughout the night.

"Oh good, you're awake!" Jay's voice was far more upbeat than mouse thought anyone had the right to be at whatever god-awful time it was. "I made us breakfast."

"You didn't have to do that, I should -"

"Mouse it's okay, I wanted to" Jay's voice was calm, Mouse wished he could feel even half as calm as Jay sounded but instead he could feel his heart pounding in his chest.

"I will do the dishes, okay?"

"If you insist" Jay's tone was playful, a lopsided smile gracing his face.

Mouse tried to replicate that lightness as he replied "I do," but the heavy weight of his guilt was clear.

The smell of breakfast became stronger causing Mouse's stomach to flip as the smell overwhelmed him, as Jay reached the sofa bed. Mouse brought his legs into a crossed position so that Jay could have the space to sit down and so that mouse could place his plate in his lap.

"Thank you" his voice sounded as small as he felt as he took in Jay sitting next to him.

The silence settled over them as Jay tucked into his breakfast and Mouse pushed his found around the plate. He was forcing himself to breathe in through his mouse to keep his nausea at bay.

Jay glanced over noticing the still full plate and his eyebrows furrowed in worry. “I could make you something else” he offered.

“No no, this is good thank you,” taking a bite for emphasis. Albeit a small one. “Just still waking up” he excused.

Mouse kept his head down and focused on taking controlled bites of his food. It was then he properly realized that Jay had made his favourite breakfast, that he had remembered that these were the only foods he could handle first thing in the morning. The ones that wouldn’t overwhelm him with their texture. His heart swelled at the realisation, his movements coming to a halt.

Jay noticed the sudden stilling of Mouse’s movements and looked over concerned but it just takes a few seconds for his movements to return so Jay leaves him be.

Mouse makes it through about half of the plate before he knows he can not physically handle eating anything else so he leans and places his plate down on Jay’s coffee table before leaning back against the sofa bed. “I’ll clean up in just a minute, promise”

“It’s okay, there’s no rush,” Jay said, and Mouse could feel his eyes on him in that way that Jay had, the way that somehow let him see straight through him and know exactly where his mind was. It was always useful out in the field but sitting together in Jay’s apartment after years of Mouse trying to force distance between them was unsettling. He started to absentmindedly pick at his nails as he tried to pull his mask back over anything that Jay might be able to read. “You’re not a guest here Mouse, you will never be a guest in my life.” the words came out softly and if there had been anything else for Mouse to focus on he might not have heard them. But he did, and they caused his heart to stutter as he tugged on the inside of his lip, the pain allowing him to keep some semblance of focus as things started to drift.

Mouse couldn’t bring himself to stay anything, not with his heart in his throat, so once again Jay broke the silence. “I never really understood why you left, things were getting better, we were getting better, getting back on our feet and then you left with only a note that said not to worry” Jay’s voice was soft, but the words were cutting Mouse’s heart into ribbons as if they were as sharp as knives. Jay breathed out a heavy sigh before continuing “You were always on my mind, I was always hoping you were okay, basically all I'm trying to say is, I was always hoping you’d come back home, and I know you didn’t exactly choose this but I'm glad you’re here.”

With every word, Mouse felt the pressure build inside of him, and the crawling on his skin intensified. This conversation was too much for him to digest this early or maybe ever but definitely while he was still trying to wake up properly. “Jay” he choked out hoping he didn’t come across as broken as he felt, he felt truly in over his head as he lifted his eyes to meet Jays which were already boring into him causing Mouse to screw his eyes shut for a moment. It was all just too much. The intense stare, the rough blanket rubbing on his crawling skin, the words reverberating around in his brain. Mouse jumped out from the sofa, allowing the blanket to fall as he began to pace around jay’s living room, maybe if he could move at the same speed as his thoughts they would seem to slow down.

Everything around Mouse got fuzzy as he tried to focus on nothing but his breathing, he had lost Jay to the spinning room and the wind rushing in his ears. Reaching out, Mouse touched the wall in front of him, feeling the cool, smooth surface under his palm gave him a little sense of where he was. With the corners of his vision darkening, he allowed himself to use the wall as guidance to lower himself to the ground. His vision is a little steadier now and has a more solid position, his knees up to his chest, hands raking through his hair and pulling. The pain grounded him just enough to focus back on his breathing and to see the fuzzy figure in front of him.

The rushing of the wind was dying down enough that Mouse could make out that Jay must be speaking but none of the words were clear enough for him to process.

“Breathe,”

“... gonna be..."

“.. got this”

“...here.. Yeah, that’s it, deep breathes”

Jay’s voice was becoming clearer but Mouse kept his head down, unable to look at Jay's face, to see all the disappointment in his gaze would just send him spiraling once more.

“You’ve got this, you’re doing so good”

“I’m sorry” Mouse chokes out pulling a little on his hair.

“You have nothing to apologize for Mouse, I shouldn’t have said all that, not first thing in the morning, not when, i just, i’m sorry” Jay’s words sounded heavy and as he stumbled over the end Mouse lifted his head to glance at him. Jay was crouched down in front of him, looking like he wanted to reach out but he had to hold himself back knowing Mouse’s aversion for touch, not wanting to overstep. Not wanting to set of another panic attack right when Mouse was finally calming down.

Scrunching his eyes shut for a second, Mouse patted the ground next to him, gesturing for Jay to sit next to him. As jay did just that Mouse breathed out a sigh before leaning back into the wall, and letting his eyes focus on the plain wall opposite him, anything to not have to look at Jay, not while he says everything that he has to.

“I shouldn’t have left the way i did” his words came out quiet but with the silence surrounding them and the way there was only about an inch of space between them Jay was able to hear him clearly. “I just couldn’t, i couldn’t bring you down with me, not when you were getting better, and i was so happy for you and so proud of you and i just couldn’t”

“Mouse, we were getting better…” Jay sounded broken. He was fighting the urge to reach out and hold Mouse, being able to convince himself that he really was here and he was safe.

“You were doing better Jay, i was doing better at pretending,”

“I… i didn’t know, I should have, i’m so sorry”

“None of this is your fault, i promise, i Just knew you were going to be better off, i didn’t want to mess things up for you, and i mean look at you Jay, you’ve made it into your dream unit”

“I’m always better when you are by my side, Mouse.” tears burned in Mouse’s eyes as he listened to Jay and he could feel the lump in his throat not allowing him to say anything. Jay continued, “Listen, whether or not I mess up is on me, it’s not on you. Just as it’s on you to not mess up your own, but we can be there for each other regardless.”

A silence settled over the pair as Mouse kept his focus on his breathing and keeping the tears at bay, even if they were burning to fall. Jay looked over at his best friend and his heart tore at the sight of him, he wasn’t used to this sight, not for a long time, not since they first got back.

“Look, all im suggesting is you stay with me for a while, we can have breakfast on my sofa bed, you will be safe here, Mouse please, just stay, i’ve missed you.” Jay pleaded and Mouse forced a nod. There hadn’t been a time since he left that jay hadn’t been on his mind, and he really did miss his best friend. He may have given everything up before but he just couldn’t bring himself to leave again, it hurt enough the first time. He didn’t know if he could survive it again.

After some time Mouse finally manages to say “I want you to know i really appreciate you doing this for me” his voice was tight with the tears that were still threatening to spill but he had to let him know.

Jay reached over and squeezed his shoulder quickly and said “You were there for me right?”

[imeternallylove]

Happy Chaos Wedding Day - BBC Sherlock (part 2)

Sherlock x f!Reader

WARNING: *spoiler alert*

Spoiled ‘The sign of the three’ Sherlock BBC Series 3x2

words: 2,326 words

summary: Sherlock, John and Mycroft are drama queens. Chaos at the wedding.

part one

all the gifs not mine

Part two: the chaotic

"It is always you. John Watson, you keep me right." Sherlock's pointing at John with just one hand. But John narrows his eyes and looks up at him. You lift a thumb to your mouth, rubbing it on the top lip. You pat his lap, whisper to your husband. "Sit down. This is a part of best man speech."

Then he sits on his chair. You noticed Mrs. Hudson looked nervous and, Greg sits back a little, looking concerned. Sherlock wraps his hand beside your back, embraces you tightly. "Something happens." You draw in a sharp breath through, stare at him in shock, jittery stuff. Sherlock turns you towards the guests with a manic grin on his face. John continues the speech while your man texts Lestrade, 'Lock this place down.'

You smile at John. Asking Sherlock, as nothing happens. "What we do now?" Lestrade stands up. Sherlock pockets his phone. "Waiting. Can you wait here with the guests? I do not want the guests to panic." Your voice raises as yelling, "Bloody hell! I am!"

John turns abruptly at you two, about to slash. But Sherlock interrupts. "John, any chance of an end date for this speech? Vatican Cameos." John's eyes wide, two words directly to John in a conversational way as if they are a natural part of the sentence. Sherlock smiles widely and dances down the aisle, gesturing dramatically.

You frightened, look around. Greg wasn't here. "What did he say? What’s that mean?" You look up John and Mary. John quietly, tugging the bottom of his waistcoat down, "Battle stations. Someone’s gonna die."

"What?!" You rush to stand up. Your husband walks directly to your seat. Puts his hand over yours, silently shushing you. He turns to look at the guest, "Ladies and gentlemen, there will now be a short interlude. Let’s play a game." He raises his eyes while lowering his head a little more, staring intensely out into the room. "Let’s play Murder."

You hopeless sit down. Slightly groan. "God," Sherlock steeples his hands in front of his chin as he progresses forward "Imagine someone’s going to get murdered at a wedding. Who exactly would you pick?"

“I think you are a popular choice at the moment, dear,” said Mrs. Hudson. You and Mary smilingly. He frowns gesturing behind him. " If someone could move Mrs. Hudson's glass just slightly out of reach, that would be lovely. More importantly, who could you only kill at a wedding? Most people you can kill any old place. As a mental exercise, I have often planned the murder of friends and colleagues."

You look up at the ceiling, raise your hand against your forehead.

Your husband rubbed his hands together in an Evil Genius sort of way, he walks back along with the room, then gestures towards John. "Now John, I would poison. Sloppy eater – dead easy. I’ve given him chemicals and compounds – that way, he’s never even noticed. He missed a whole Wednesday once, didn’t have a clue. Lestrade’s so easy to kill, it’s a miracle no one’s succumbed to the temptation. And." Sherlock whipped his head around and stared at you.

"I am your wife," You stubbornly described. He smirks, steps towards you. "My wife is smarter than everyone." You roll your eyes. "She might be the person who killed, not was killed." You and all the crowd laugh.

"So, once again, who could you only kill here?" Sherlock tries to act nonchalantly as he walks over to a nearby table and picks up one of the name cards on it while pulling a pen on a chain from his waistcoat. "Clearly, it’s a rare opportunity, so it’s someone who doesn’t get out much. Someone for whom a planned social encounter known about months in advance is an exception. Has to be a unique opportunity. And since killing someone in public is difficult … killing them in private isn’t an option. Someone who lives in an inaccessible or unknown location, then. Someone private, perhaps, obsessed with personal security."

You frown, analyzing what he said. You started shaking your head. The guest at the wedding who matched the Sherlock was discussing is Mycroft Holmes.

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Sherlock slams the flat of his right hand repeatedly against the door. He rattled the door handle shouts, "Mycroft! Open the door for God's SAKE!" You shut your eyes, unable to breathe.

Mycroft speaking loudly enough to be heard through the door. "I’m ready to die."

You facepalm. John pushes you soft, he steps towards the door. Sherlock moves back, John shaking out his right hand and flexing the fingers. "Let us in, Myc!"

"I really wouldn’t. I have a gun in my hand and a lifetime of unfortunate reflexes." You against the wall, take a deep breath. "Kick the door down."

Your husband walking closer to the door again, "You are not safe in there. Mycroft! Just open the hell door!"

"Then solve it," Mycroft answers again. But you angrily. A lot. "Please, Myc, this is no time for games. Just let us in! You are in danger!" You plead, curse. "Oh, God. Mycroft!"

You watch Sherlock pace back and forth across the landing. You walk forward, grab his arm, "Solve it." He stops and wildly looks at you. "Sorry?" You gaze stern to your husband, use hand spot at the door, "Solve it, Sherlock, and he will open the door likes he said."

"How could I? It does not make any sense!" He yells to your face. You stood with arms akimbo. "Because it matters now. That's it!!"

"She was right," John spoke forcefully.

"What are you talking about?" Sherlock looks at John. "John. Get my wife out. Get her under control. I want you two to shut up."

You are about to snap backward. "No." John turns and points at him, "Shut up. You are not a puzzle-solver– you never have been. You are a drama queen!" Sherlock's mouth drops open and, he stares at his friend. Then stares at you, you mad at him.

John slashes, "Now, there is a man in there about to die. *And* He's your brother!" He shouts sarcastically, "The game is on," angrily, pointing at the door, "Solve it!"

You sighed, cupping Sherlock's face, "Right now, you have two clues. The murderer is at our wedding. And Mycroft is the one murderer wants to kill. Why him? Who is the murderer? Figure it out!"

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EVENING. You heard an orchestral rendition of the waltz. You are a bit nervous in the foyer of the wedding venue. You sit on Sherlock's lap. He is counting time, you ask him, "Where’s Mycroft? Is everything alright now?"

Then Sherlock released you. "Forget him. He is a drama queen. Sweetheart." You tease him, shrugging, "Oh. Same to you. Love." He smiles at you, "Are you alright?" He holds your wrist.

"I'm good." You raise your voice, "Just the murderer running riot at our wedding." You both laughing. John has just walked into view and has spotted you guys were kissing. He chuckles, walks over into the room.

John told you and Sherlock. "Well. Ah. Slow down. Mycroft with Molly to checkup at the upstairs."

Sherlock nodded. However, you don’t understand the point, "So. Who’s the murderer?" You glance at both men. The entrance door opens and, Greg comes in.

"One murder... –one nearly murderer." He made you more confused. Greg points back out the door, the wedding photographer walks in. "Got him to you."

Your husband clapping his hands together. "Ah, the photographer. Excellent! Thank you. Gavin!" You scratch your arm, feel ashamed and, approach Sherlock as he walks over to the photographer. "It's Greg." You whisper. He ignores you and points at the camera photographer's holding. "Er, may I have a look at your camera?"

You step backward close to John when the photographer pulls his camera back nervously but then holds it out to Sherlock anyway. He yelps at your man, "...What’s this about? I was halfway home!"

Sherlock smirks, taking the camera. "You should have driven faster." He looks at the screen on the back of the camera and starts flicking through the pictures, "Ah, yes. Yes, very good. There, you see? Perfect." You cross your arms under your chest. Frowning while observing the photographer. "What is? You gonna tell us?" He handed the camera to Greg, strolls closer to the photographer. "Try looking yourself."

You and John walking along Greg's side. "Um, look for what?" John asked. Pointing at the camera, "Is the murderer in these photographs?"

"Oh! It’s not what’s in the photographs. It’s what’s not in them." You stare at the photographer. "Not in any of them. Right?" You turn and smile at your husband. He told you. "Terrific. Love."

Sherlock walks closer to the photographer and looks down towards his hand. "There is always a man at a wedding who is not in any photograph but can go anywhere, and even carry an equipment bag around with him if he likes, and you never even see his face." He rapidly slaps one cuff of a pair of handcuffs around the photographer’s wrist and the other cuff around the frame of a nearby birdcage luggage trolley.

"What are you doing? What is this?" The photographer tries to resist. Sherlock held up his phone to show the screen to the others. "Jonathan Small, today’s substitute wedding photographer – known to us as the Mayfly Man. Mycroft made his brother was one of the raw recruits killed in that incursion. Jonny sought revenge on Mycroft, worked his way through Mycroft’s staff, but he found what he needed... Mycroft stall the time for me to figure. Thank him for this."

Sherlock tosses his phone to Greg. "Everything you need’s on that. You probably ought to... arrest him or something."

Nearby, Mary comes into view, apparently looking for John. She spots him, smiles, and hurries towards her husband. You standing beside Sherlock leans closer and speak quietly without looking at him. "Do you always carry handcuffs? Does today is your day off?" He just smirks, as his signature.

Small, he is looking at you and Sherlock fixedly. "It’s not me you should be arrested, Mr. Holmes. Mycroft– he’s the killer, not me. I should have killed him quicker." He grins maniacally, then his smile fades and, he shakes his head.

Sherlock takes his hands from behind his back and crooks one arm to you. You take it and walk away. "You should have driven faster." John and Mary follow you two. Greg looks down at Sherlock’s phone, then looks at Small.

"Right." Greg grin at you.

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In the reception room, the tables have been cleared away. A slow waltz in the middle of the room to the sound of a single violin while all the guests stand around the edge of the room and watch. On a low stage at the end of the room, Sherlock is playing his violin. He sways gently while he plays, his eyes fixed on you. As the tune draws to an end, Sherlock walks to you, The song plays still in the background. He bends you backward as you giggles. He kisses you as the tune ends. The guests break into applause, some of them cheer. Everyone is looking at you both, the happy couple.

John shed a few tears, steps to the nearby microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen, one last thing before the evening begins properly. Apologies for earlier. A crisis arose and was dealt with." You and Sherlock look at each other with adorable eyes for a moment. "More importantly, however, today we saw two people make vows. The newlywed. I’ve never made a vow in my life but, I got this one from the groom a couple of years ago. My wife and I were delighted about it. So, let short in brief. Here in front of you all, my first and last vow. Y/N and Sherlock: whatever it takes, whatever happens, from now on. I swear I will always be there."

Sherlock looks breathless. You bit your lips. You both listen to John's speeches carefully, "Always, for all two of you." You let out a heavy breath. Feel relieved to not be pregnant.

"Anyway, It’s time for dancing!" John looks over his shoulder to the DJ on the stage, "Play the music again, please, thank you."

Disco lights begin to flash. John gestures grandly to the guests as Earth, Wind & Fire's song "September" starts to play. He walks down off the stage, still gesturing to the crowd. The guests start to move onto the floor and begin to dance. He walks over to you and Sherlock who look in cheerfully at him.

John looks at Sherlock, "I- I don't tell you before, mate. You looked pleasantly today and congratulation, Sherlock." John stares, then Sherlock smiles happily at him. John laughs and reaches out to cup the back of his neck. You beam at both best friends' relationship.

John to talk to you. "Y/N. My friend." Your tear builds up with a sob. "I'm really happy with you two. I can't wait to see your little Holmes." You hug him, wipe your tears. Sherlock pats you on the back, John turns his smile towards you. "Alright. Both of you, now, go dance. I have to get back to Mary." Then John walks away.

Sherlock sniggers. Giggling, you put your left hand on his shoulder and dance off into the crowd. Looking over his shoulder, you smile at John and Marry and mouth open to speak silence 'Thank You.' Both Watson smiles, then nods to you.

"I love you. Mrs. Holmes." You look up when Sherlock told you calmly. His voice was so peaceful. You kiss under his chin, rest your head on his shoulder, smile broadly. Reply to him. "I love you too. Mr. Holmes."

the end! Thanks for reading!

[sourcerry]

When Sherlock went to uni, he was pretty much like any other adolescent. Looking for fun at parties, looking for friends and of course looking for love. Still he had an intellect like none of his peers that lead him down a lonely path. He constantly butted heads with the "cool kids" which escalated into bullying and getting hit on the nose a few times. After finding out that the one guy who seemed interested in him only let him on in one particular nasty prank, Sherlock swore to himself, that he would never let anyone in ever again.

Greg switched uni during his studies and met Sherlock after all this happened. Since Greg didn't know any of his fellow students he went out a lot and met a few people. Some very nice and helpful some less so. There were a lot of posh blokes who got in thanks to a lot of money from their parents and not thanks to scholarships like Greg. He didn't like the way they talked about other people and he liked even less how they treated people they saw as "beneath" them. So he kept away from them but couldn't help overhear them talking about some "Sherlock Holmes" and how they wanted to hurt him. It sounded so nasty and horrifying what they planned that Greg made it his task to protect whoever this Sherlock Holmes was.

He asked around and found Sherlock in a corner in the back of the library. Piles of papers and books were spread out on the table and floor around him. Greg swallowed hard when he got a good look. This Sherlock Holmes was absolutely beautiful. Thick curly hair, high cheekbones, alabaster skin, piercing eyes and a lithe body.

"You shouldn't go home this weekend. Your father is not happy with the choices you made." A smooth baritone pulled Greg out of his thoughts, which mostly had to do with petting Sherlocks hair.

"Uhmm.." Greg put very eloquently. "Are you Sherlock Holmes?"

Sherlock looked at him suspiciously and cocked his head to his side, like he was weighting his options.

"That would be me."

"Listen, I heard some blokes talking about cornering you at your dorm. It sounded quite serious, so I thought I'll let you know. I'm Greg by the way." He held out his hand. Sherlocked kept looking at him and after a while he put his hand back in his jacket. "Uhm yeah. So, just, you know. Be safe." He stammered and turned to look for a free place to study.

"Would you like to join me?" Sherlock asked already moving books on the floor to create a free space for Greg to use.

"That would be great." Greg smiled and saw Sherlocks lips twitch. Apparently he was already warming up.

Unsure how to continue the conversation Greg sat down and opened his laptop and books to start on his paper for his forensic science paper.

Sherlock watched the young man next him out of the corner of his eyes and tried to deduce as much as he could. His used laptop and bag told him that Greg didn't come from money. The way he unconsciously kept a look at the different entrances let Sherlock to believe that he had a history of abuse either through parents or peers. Nicotine stains were evidence of a smoking habit. Even though Sherlock was sure about Gregs troubled past, he seemed to radiate warm emotions. Sherlock hated his brain for even forming that thought. Emotions weren't visible. Still the way Greg talked and looked at him openly and honest made Sherlock feel warm and safe. Like Greg was the one person on campus which wasn't dangerous for him. It was weird how he already found himself wanting to get to know him more. Wanting to know what books he read and want food he liked and how his hugs would feel like.

[lovecolibri]

For now, I am going on the assumption that Michael doesn't know about F*rlex being over and Alex doesn't know that Michael showed up at the bus stop, and these are things that can still organically come up because we're not getting multiple-week time jumps between episodes, but not knowing where they, and Alex especially, stand on each other and their relationship made the reunion really weird for me. Thanks to the weird timeline, it's been literal years since Michael expressed a real interest in wanting to be with Alex and pretty much all of his early-days declarations became pointless when he let Alex believe that M*ria was a better partner than him and never took it back. Michael wasn't even the one to end the relationship, which is something we can safely assume Alex knows about. It's only wishful thinking on the fandom's part that Alex knows Michael is still an option and shouldn't have told F*rrest he doesn't have competition. Not giving us an update on his feelings in 3x01 when a Kylex scene was right there was just baffling to me. Logically, he shouldn't be hopeful about the two of them, but we should still see it and how that changes. We were already cheated out of Michael's thought process in 2x13 and got an extremely unearned moment for him, and it's the last thing I want for S3 Malex. 3x04 was written by Chris, so let's see if he can finally deliver on the romance.

It sure would be nice if we didn't have to make so many assumptions about what Michael and Alex know about each other or what they are thinking in regards to each other! But you're right, if they bring it up in the next episode it will still feel at least somewhat natural. And I am loving that we aren't just skipping weeks ahead, without even knowing it sometimes! But yes, it has been a long, LONG time since “I don’t looks away” and after the disaster of season 2, Michael showing up looking sad at the bus stop but still not talking to Alex until he’s so manic and wound up that anyone in their right might be a little worried is...not exactly the kind of first reunion scene we should have gotten. I’ve said it a few times but I’m still just so frustrated that we got that great callback to season 1 with Max and Liz stumbling into each other as she arrives into town but this time he’s at her house instead of her coming across him at his job, and we didn’t get that same parallel for Malex when we should have. That one meeting with Liz and Max allowed them both a moment (albeit an awkward one) to ask they they’re doing and build up some tension between them which we know is there because we’ve constantly heard them talking about each other before this meeting. 

The "no competition" hit so weird to me because yeah, we don't know if Alex even knows if Michael is an option but we got an Alex who is acting like the idea of Forrest having any competition is ridiculous, but not in a way that makes us think Michael is even crossing his mind, instead of him having a moment to blink and maybe have a passing look of sadness (which would hit on that pining emotional beat especially because WE know Michael was at the bus stop. The ANGST!), before trying to shrug it off and say no, it's just his brother texting. Like, what a quick and easy way to let the audience know things aren't quite as "it was a long time ago" for him as he tried to make Forrest believe. It would be so easy to sprinkle these kinds of things in and we know they can do it, because they're doing it with Echo and how we know that even though Liz is claiming to be over Max, she is still always thinking about him.

“Not giving us an update on his feelings in 3x01 when a Kylex scene was right there was just baffling to me.” YES! And with Alex discussing Forrest and him leaving it would have been the perfect time to circle around to Michael! Same thing with him talking to Greg in the last episode. They have had so many opportunities for both Alex and Michael to talk to someone else about their feelings, and unfortunately until they do, we as the audience will be in the dark, having to make ASSumptions.  

“We were already cheated out of Michael's thought process in 2x13 and got an extremely unearned moment for him, and it's the last thing I want for S3 Malex.” Nothing to add to that. We, and Malex, deserve better.

[gregorygerwitz]

31 for scream au from the hurt/comfort prompts!

31. "Don't look at them, look at me."

warnings: blood, death, horror film-typical violence

Jay couldn't even make himself blink while he stared at the blood on the wooden floor. Some of it was his, and if the pain was anything to go by, he was still adding to it. That probably should have been more concerning, but he was focused on everything else - like the body at his feet that had been on top of him only a few seconds before.

He wanted to move, wanted to keep running like he'd been doing all night, but he was tired. It would be easy to sit down on the ground again, to let the pain take over, to just rest while the threat was temporarily gone, or even join some of the friends around the house who would never open their eyes again.

But that wasn't an option.

A hand grabbed his shoulder and made him turn quickly, and he anticipated another knife. Maybe it would add to the wounds that covered him already, finally put him out of his painful misery. Instead, he was faced with clear blue eyes, frantic in a way that didn't match the calmness of the voice that came with them. And he couldn't even make his gaze stay there, not when the red all over the floor and the walls was so distracting, along with the limp uniformed body at the bottom of the staircase.

"Jay? Come on, we have to go." Greg, the person who had tried to stop the knife from getting to them at all, one of the only kids at the party still breathing. "Hey! Don't look at them, look at me. We have to move. There's a bathroom upstairs with no windows, and we can lock the door. Okay? Hurry, before the other guy wakes up."

He let a hand grab onto his and pull him along, to the side of the stairs that didn't have a dirty cop at the bottom of them. He saw a blonde blur only a few steps ahead of them, something that his eyes refused to focus on, but he knew what it meant. For the first time in hours, there was no immediate danger.

They were going to be okay.

[ hurt/comfort prompts ]