#i think they should let the girlies take her out for a flight just for fun

[dragongirlteeth]

I wish the f-35 wasn't synonymous with military overspending and American imperialism because it's such a beautiful plane like

She even has girlbulge

[astonmartinii]

(piano) keys to your heart | charles leclerc social media au

pairing: charles leclerc x fem fan reader

who knew the fan stages could be so romantic?

MASTERLIST | TIP JAR

f1

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f1: it's always chaos at the fan stages

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user1: what is in the air today?

user2: i think it's so early in the season that they haven't lost the will to live yet

user3: there's still light in their eyes LMAO

lewishamilton: let me just say... that was an experience

georgerussell63: i wish all media commitments were this entertaining

lewishamilton: we can only pray

user4: wait i'm so lost what happened at this damn fan stage

user5: there was a girl with a baby toy piano who played one of charles' songs for him 😭

user6: and he was SO IMPRESSED

user7: he was impressed? I WAS IMPRESSED like it sounded so good and it has five keys that make ANIMAL NOISES

user8: aniMAL NOISES???

pierregasly: i think i watched that man fall in love in real time

charles_leclerc: are you not also enchanted?

pierregasly: by animal sounds? no?

charles_leclerc: so rude! you wouldn't know real art even if it hit you in the face

pierregasly: nuh uh !!!

user9: girlies i do think he might be in love what is going on?

user10: has he even spoken to her other than through hundreds of people on a microphone?

charles_leclerc: can a hopeless romantic live ?

user11: yeah it's terminal people

user12: well i'm not gonna lie if someone learnt my music on such an esteemed instrument i'd also be flattered

charles_leclerc: EXACTLYYYYYY

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yourusername: got to play a pretty boy piano this weekend, what about you?

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user15: PIANO WOMAN MY QUEEN

user16: you have a real piano?

yourusername: where do you think i honed my skills in order to play it on such a crazy model

yourbff: MAMA THERE'S 12,000 PEOPLE ON YOUR POST 💜

yourusername: act natural

yourbff: how can i ACT NATURAL BABE THE HOTTEST MAN IN THE WORLD IS IN YOUR LIKES

yourusername: as he should be

yourbff: i know for a fact you are not that chill rn ... i can hear you screaming from my house

yourusername: *harmonising

user17: we're all stalkers for being here but i'm pleasantly surprised with how funny she is

yourusername: damn ask me out on a date first

user18: so you are single queen?

yourusername: chronically so ...

charles_leclerc: i FOUND YOU

pierregasly: * i found you

oscarpiastri: not that i want the title of chief stalker but it was me (you have very niche mutual friends with my sisters)

yourusername: OMG OSCAR !!!!!!!!!!!! (tell hattie i said hi and take me to the next kpop concert)

charles_leclerc: so fuck me i guess

yourusername: i would love to fuck you, yes

charles_leclerc: oh hehehehehehehehehe

yourbff: for a man who is the sexiest in every room he's in, you're embarrassingly easy to please

lewishamilton: he's not the sexiest in every room, that is lewis hamilton erasure

yourbff: WHAT THE FUCK

user19: so is like all of the current f1 grid here?

maxverstappen1: i'm just here to watch charles embarrass himself

danielricciardo: i am retired but i must be interested in the exploits of my countrymen

pierregasly

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pierregasly: he's making us take a flight on our one week off

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user20: deadass if they're going to australia

user21: these are levels that i would actually completely expect from charles

user22: pierre and kika are better than me because a flight to AUSTRALIA oh no baby

maxverstappen1: well this is an update that SOMEONE (i'm talking about you pierre) forgot to put in the group chat

pierregasly: i'm kind of in the middle of a flight and sat to the nosiest motherfucker in the world

charles_leclerc: what group chat?

georgerussell63: nothing!

oscarpiastri: nothing!

landonorris: nothing!

alexalbon: nothing!

maxverstappen1: we're laughing about how down bad you are behind your back 👍

charles_leclerc: thanks max!

charles_leclerc: WAIT?

user23: oh charles how can you be so smart yet so dumb

user24: all brain power goes to f1 and piano

user25: and piano girl now apparently

yourbff: you're not being serious ....

pierregasly: deadly

yourusername: this is so charming

yourbff: this man is flying 24 HOURS TO SEE HER ???

yourusername: i'm not appreciating your tone rn

yourbff: oh no you're more than worth it pookie but DAMN the air miles

charles_leclerc: i chartered a private jet :D

yourbff: you're crazy

yourusername: i'm in love with you?

user26: guys i think they're just as insane as each other

user27: a match made in heaven i fear

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yourusername: guys there's a cute guy at my door (and a guy with a bad hairline but he doesn't matter (i love you kika))

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user29: chat - it's never been so over i fear

user30: we've lost him

yourusername: :P

user31: she's so unserious i love her

user32: i know every other wag wants to be this in our face so i respect it

charles_leclerc: i'm very happy to be the cute guy at your door

yourusername: you best be :)

charles_leclerc: i'm here to swipe you off your feet

yourusername: believe me you won't have to do much

charles_leclerc: i saw you have a proper piano ...

yourusername: you don't want to serenade me with my animal noise piano ???

user33: so like this is real? how did this actually happen?

user34: like surely they had met before this - it can't be the animal sounds piano of monaco that did it

user35: have you ever considered that maybe someone doing something as ridiculous but as time consuming as that is incredibly endearing

charles_leclerc: my love language is acts of service :)

pierregasly: i am sat in your living room and you're blasting my hairline on instagram?

yourusername: yes!

pierregasly: you know what? you two are perfect for each other

yourusername: i know :D

user36: oh to be a girl who has charles flying across the world for her

user37: if we get a video of them playing piano it might just kill me

maxverstappen1: interesting.... very interesting....

yourusername: can i help you?

maxverstappen1: just observing ....

yourusername: you're observing very loudly

charles_leclerc

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charles_leclerc: obviously we had to take the real piano for a drive

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user38: killing myself <3

user39: the most rational reaction

user40: THEY'RE SO FUCKING CUTE (i want to die)

yourusername: as if you needed to be any more handsome

charles_leclerc: i gotta match your beauty some how

yourusername: SHUT THE FUCK UP

yourusername: YOU'RE SO CUTE

yourusername: and also objectively the most beautiful man in the world

lewishamilton: once again, stop lying to him please 🙏

yourusername: okay queen..... whatever you wanna hear

user41: lewis not being in the GC but always being here to stunt on charles is killing me

user42: getting in the psychological warfare for next year

yourusername: lewis hamilton psychological warfare (immovable object) vs sleep deprived y/n y/ln (unstoppable force)

lewishamilton: YOU'VE KNOWN HIM MAX A WEEK ???

yourusername: there's no set timeline for love girlypop

maxverstappen1: piano? this is boring

yourusername: i would post me treating him the way he should but that would violate instagram's guidelines sorry!

charles_leclerc: no !!! i don't wanna share you with anyone

maxverstappen1: i don't wanna see all that anyway

charles_leclerc: don't lie buddy

yourusername: you're just intimidated :P

user43: couples who bully max together, stay together

maxverstappen1: it seems that way ...

yourusername: omg we're so couple goals

charles_leclerc: we so are <3333

user44: CONFIRMATION???

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yourusername: guess i'm a recording artist now? oh and i have a bf, he's there i guess?

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user46: oh they want me dead

user47: ignoring this for my mental health

user48: they're 😭 so 😭 cute 😭 i'm 😭 so 😭 happy 😭 for 😭 you

charles_leclerc: no one i'd rather work with!! we've been in a whirlwinf but i'm glad i have you

yourusername: you have had the (piano) keys to my heart long before we met

charles_leclerc: i still had to charm you though ;)

yourusername: oh i was smitten straight away i was just trying to play it cool

pierregasly: you weren't very convincing

yourusername: i was ???

yourbff: the day you found out he was flying over to aus you did 20,000 steps just pacing in the living room

yourusername: well...

charles_leclerc: i found it very cute no worries

user49: they're so hilariously embarrassing for each other it's so cute

user50: i mean they're both insanely attractive so yeah i'd be just as nervous around them

user51: everyone is just hating on their whimsical love

arthurleclerc: so you're official and you've still not met us 🤨🤨🤨

yourusername: well............. i'm in aus what do you want me to do about that?

arthurleclerc: charles irresponsibly uses a private jet - i expect to see you for dinner this weekend ! (that's an order from maman)

yourusername: CHARLES I CAN'T LET YOUR MUM DOWN

maxverstappen1: does this mean i might get air max back in europe?

yourusername: you've been hating this whole time but it was YOUR JET THAT GOT CHARLES HERE?

maxverstappen1: and what?

yourusername: i'm just observing, loudly

charles_leclerc: he loves me really <3

yourusername: but not too much 🤨

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charles_leclerc: i am never complaining about media again

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user52: so when i do an interpretative dance as a cat to seduce max then what?

maxverstappen1: if you dare do that anywhere near me i am getting a restraining order

user52: anyone tell you you're no fun?

maxverstappen1: all the time, i'm still not going to fuck someone dressed as a cat 👍

yourusername: loving you is the easiest thing in the world

charles_leclerc: the most natural thing in my life - we were made for each other

yourusername: forged by the gods for each other and they decided to give me the prettiest boy in the world

yourusername: @lewishamilton i dare you to say otherwise

charles_leclerc: she's so protective 🤭🤭🤭

roscoelovescoco: ...

yourusername: i'll still fight your dog i have no shame when it comes to defending my man

user53: see this ^^ is appropriate action for wags i too would fight a bull dog to defend charles' honour

yourusername: it's the least i can do

charles_leclerc: i will literally run someone over with my ferrari

yourusername: considering i've seen your road parking - that's a real threat, so romantic

pierregasly: so i really am stuck with this for the rest of my life?

yourusername: it doesn't have to be a long life

pierregasly: you're breaking up with charles ???

yourusername: i'm threatening your life 👍

pierregasly: oh!

charles_leclerc: so romantic

user54: childhood friends being thrown under the bus? this is real romance

user55: and this all started with an animal sounds piano?

yourusername: i owe my baby cousin everything

charles_leclerc: does she want a ferrari?

fin.

note: HAPPY CHARLES LECLERC BIRTHDAY DAY TO ALL WHO CELEBRATE

[zayneshottestgal]

Sylus dating a girly badass🐦‍⬛

Having a similar darker clothing style

Tries to suddenly match with you. If he sees you’re a fan of a certain brand/designer he will buy a few items that also suit his taste. If you point out how he didn’t seem to own pieces from that designer before and accuse him of copying you , he’ll tease and ask if you own the brand and can control who can wear it . he of course also buys you all the pieces you want from new drops and tells his henchman to keep a look out on any vintage pieces you’ve been struggling to find.

He thinks obvious matching outfits are too cheesy but also still has the desire to have that obvious sign that the two of you are together when out in public . Matching jewelry seems to do the trick. Matching rings and necklaces. If you have lots of ear piercing , and tattoos and tease him about the lack of his own . He would consider letting you pierce his ears. Tattoos he said he would think about ( he forgets).

“That designer you like is having a show here soon , is their space in your work schedule to go?”

“ do I think that jacket is too similar to your other one? I don’t see anything wrong with having a jacket that detailed if you think you don’t have enough clothes to go with it , we’ll go buy more”

“I left a gift on the desk in your suite consider wearing it tonight”

Having a detailed beauty regime

Most nights Sylus leaves you alone during your night routine but some nights he gets curious….. (*cough* clingy) . He seems like the type to have a effective but small skin care routine so your pamper nights look a little foreign to him

He teases you for it , calling you a true princess, a beauty rocket scientist , a professional beauty queen anything that flusters you and gets on your nerves . But honestly he’s happy to see you taking such detailed care of yourself and that you can still have your relaxing nights even at the n109 base.

He makes sure to keep all your things stocked and take notice of your preferences , which scents you like for soaps, which lotions you prefer to use , What goals you have for your skincare etc. he’ll read up on the methods you use and their benefits ( ex.dry brushing and milk baths) . He doesn’t want to ask and bother you but still wants to be informed.

If you suggest certain methods and products to add to his routine he will consider them sincerely. 9/10 he will implement them ,the 1/10 is if the method takes to much time or he just doesn’t like the product . But he trust your judgment full heartily and even comes to you for advice .

If you try to pamper him one day he will try to resist it but not for long . He thinks he should be the only one to spoil you but since you really wish to return the favor he cannot say no to you. I think he would be quite relaxed during the whole process, he doesn’t get to sit back and truly relax often ,so he’ll take advantage of it. He’ll try to thank you in a special way after especially since he has so much “extra” energy now.

“Is the beauty queen almost done with her routine?our flight in the morning is quite early.”

“Someone’s skin feels extra soft today ,any spare tips for a guy like me”

“What does this do? Hmm…that’s certainly interesting,they sell other varieties of this too right, do you only like this one ?”

Driving a motorcycle and having a sports car

Sylus likes that you also have a motorcycle it makes you more comfortable when riding on his . He also appreciates that if a deal goes bad you can drive the both of you home if he’s unable . He still keeps a helmet at his place so you don’t have to consistently take yours from off your bike just to ride on his. He makes sure your helmet is the highest quality and that your bike is in top shape .

If you have a sports car that you like driving around Sylus would have his men clear the roads in the east side of the N109 zone so that you could drive as fast as you wanted without traffic . He wouldn’t mind sitting in the passenger as you had your fun. He loved that you had that thrilling and adventurous side of you. He was proud that he had the resources to fuel that passion.

When you guys are parked for dates he has mephisto watch over your car . He never bothered doing that for his own car he didn’t care much if it got stolen/damaged he could buy another. But he knew your car meant a lot to you and was protective over it . “Your baby” as you call it. If it ever broke down and needed new parts he had the mechanic and new parts at the house within the next hour . He would not track you or have mephisto follow you around , all he ask is that you text him when you get home especially on those stormy nights . If you are leaving late at night to go back to linkon he insists on driving you himself just to make sure you get home safe . He’ll have one of his men follow you guys so that he can get home. The peace of mind is more then worth the trip.

“no one will steal your baby sweetie I have my men watching over it relax and enjoy the meal”

“ the mechanic said the new part was a perfect fit and that they can have it done within in an hour”

“No eating in the car because it makes a mess ? Sweetheart we’ve made worst messes in this car then just ketchup, I’ll hire a cleaner”

Caring for mephisto and the twins

You’ve grown to like mephisto and he seems to be warming up to you as well. Since he’s a mechanical bird you can’t really give him treats like you would a regular bird. But you still kiss the top of his head when he lands next to you and you thank him for watching over you when sylus can’t do it . Sylus will never admit but he is a bit jealous of his little crow . He made mephisto a custom bird stand for when he’s at your house so that he doesn’t have to perch on any old available surface . Sometimes mephisto lets you put bows on him. When he returns to Sylus to report to him ,Sylus slightly laughs at the bird with the big pink bow . “You’ve gone soft mephisto “ ( he’s projecting).

As for the twins sometimes when you’re back home at linkon or out on vacation with Sylus you bring them back souvenirs. They always appreciate them . They’ve gotten into the habit of waiting at the door when they know you and sylus are on your way home from the airport. You always hand them their gifts right away.

When you’re at sylus house and he’s busy with whatever ,you usually play with the twins. If they ever need any advice from a women’sperspective they always go to you . Even if they don’t need a women’s perspective just another perspective in general and it’s something they might be too shy to ask sylus they go to you. They truly see you as another leader and respect you just as much as sylus.

“ if I didn’t know any better I would think the twins were your henchmen”

“What were you and the boys talking about earlier, it’s a secret? Alright then”

“You want to take the twins AND mephisto with us on vacation. I guess since there’s room on the jet but don’t run back to me when they get you off track to see all the places you wanna go too”

(A.N) longest post I’ve written for love and Deepspace and it’s for sylus lol . I’ll make one for zayne too it’s wrong to abandon one husband for another . Let me know if you enjoyed it in the comments and what I can improve on . Thank you for reading .

-do not repost , translate my work (copy into A.I ) on to other websites . Please and thank you

[gremlingottoosilly]

hi!!! Hope today is treating u good

I was thinking about your ask about the monster141 and readers hobbies, and how gaz tries to be your favorite

In that group dynamic, what would happen if reader started having a favorite? Whether by accident or she just happens to get along with one of them more than the others, how does the 141 pack deal with that?

And even more evil...what if reader was doing it on purpose? Even if she's not being honest about her "favorite" she likes to make them mad/jealous to get what she wants ?

Anyway just wanted to present the thought, please don't stress about answering ❤️

Take care!

Smart reader!! Hehehe!!! Ouf of everyone, Gaz and Soap are the ones with a RAGING praise kink. they might be cocky as hell and receive a lot of praise from the higher-ups, but they still want to get it from you too, their pretty little petmate. They love getting together with you, and they would definitely fight for your attention - especially since, being from a grounded and elevated species, they can give you things that no other duo could. Gaz drags you on the most beautiful flights, while Soap is the softest guy for nesting - they know that you will pick up one eventually, and, despite them being very smart in their military fields, they end up falling for your game...Kyle could be more cunning than anyone else in the pack, but he would still give you the moon and the stars if you would as much as to just give him a bit more attention...and Soap would allow you to go out if you just scratch him behind his ear and call him a good boy. If you ended up liking Gaz more, Soap is the one who is dragging you out, allowing you to walk without a leash and enjoy (somewhat) freedom. If you like Soap more, then Gaz will bring you whole pounds of golden jewelry, of shiny gifts - from candies to little rings. You can play with them for so long, preferring one over the other when it's convenient, but... Oh, neither Price or Ghost are having it. if they can see that you're just a smart little thing who is manipulating them, you'd get a spanking of your life. Price forces you out of every gift you have, making you sleep in a tiny and uncomfortable bed along with other communal pets in the compound - if you want to be a dumb girlie who can't understand what privileges she has as their wife, you might as well see how others are doing. You wouldn't survive a week without fancy fabrics and pretty gifts - and without your favorite snacks, of course. If you're ready to apologize and stop playing favorites, Ghost could sneak up at night and...cool you down before you're finally caving in and begging Price to let you return. As a punishment, you'd lose all of your free roaming privileges - a pretty dumb pet should know her place, and so you are nothing but a little breeding mare for a few weeks - your pussy being pounded by all four of them until the seed takes and you're fucked out dumb, so you'll never pull a scheme like this again.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Nightlife 1

Warnings: dark elements to come. Proceed with caution.

Note: I know what you’re thinking, why the fuck are you doing this? Well, you wanted bouncer Lee and I did too. Also, short!reader, not sorry.

Feedback is always welcome. Love you and thanks for reading and any thoughts you have.♥♥♥♥

You move with the line of shorts skirts and overpowering cologne. You nervously fidget with your ID, getting closer and closer to the front. The music pumps from inside as loud voices chatter and add to cacophony all around. The lights flashing through the door hold a promise of chaos within.

A girl behind you stumbles and her shoulder hits your back. You sidle away as she doesn’t even apologise and goes back to chirping at her friends. You know you’re a sore thumb amid the tub tops and knee high boots. Straight-cut pants and the same floral blouse you’ve been wearing all day. You’re not there to party. You’ve never even tasted alcohol.

As you get closer to the front, you check your phone, nearly dropping your ID as you light up the screen. Raquel hasn’t responded, not since the massage that had you leaving the dorm to come find her. You’re worried.

Your turn comes and the bouncer looks you up and down as he demands your ID. He’s older than the crowd waiting for admission. There’s a few strands of silver laced in his dark locks and the buttons of his black shirt strain across his middle. It must not be a very fun job to deal with obnoxiously drunk coeds.

He keeps the card between his index and middle fingers, holding it out of your grasp. He tilts his head and looks behind you. He waves the girl behind you past and through the door. He doesn’t even look at their IDs as he hands yours back.

“You should go home, girlie,” his southern drawl drags in the air.

“But…” you bite your lip nervously and gently take back your ID, “I’m old enough–”

“You don’t belong in there. Buncha creeps.”

“But…” you start again, hesitating as you fumble with your phone, “my friend’s in there, sir.”

“Sir?” He raises a brow. Is he amused or upset?

“She texted me, I’m just here to take her home. Please–”

He sighs and looks at the man on the other side of the door. He signals to him and the other bouncer nods. The man turns his attention back on you.

“Let me take ya inside,” he says, “you shouldn’t be wanderin’ ‘round all alone.”

You thank him and tuck your ID into your bag. He glances down at the movement before he waves you onward. He waits until you pass him to follow you inside. As you come into the blaring roar of music, you cover your ears instinctively.

“S’alright, sweetheart, I’m sure we’ll find your friend fast,” he assures you as he keeps close. You feel his warmth behind you, “ah, watch it.”

He grabs your arm and pulls you away as someone nearly collides with you. He snarls, “watch it” to the patron and elbows his way through as he ushers you towards the dancefloor, “what’s your friend look like?” He yells above the music.

You quickly flip up the lock screen of your phone and click on the Insta icon. You don’t post much but Raquel insisted you download it to follow her. You bring up her last post, flashing coloured lights all around her as she dances. You show him and he gives it a thoughtful look.

“Looks like she’s upstairs,” he calls above the thrumming din, “this way.”

He doesn’t let you go. His grip stays firm on your arm but you’re too afraid to pull away. You’re afraid you might lose him if you do. He seems to know where he’s going.

He takes you through a door and up a flight of curved stairs to another floor. The upper level is just as raucous and you find yourself crushed between the bouncer and a couple of dancers. He angles you free of the crush.

“Be careful, sweetheart,” he helps balance you as you stumble, “see, I told ya, little thing like you don’t belong in here.”

“Sorry, sir,” you touch your cheek as the heat gathers there. It’s too crowded, it’s too loud, and there’s so much flashing you can barely see.

“How about this, sweetheart, I’ll put ya somewhere quiet and I’ll go look for your friend.”

“Oh, well, you don’t–”

“I’m here to make sure all you kids stay safe so I can’t have you gettin’ hurt, can I?” He ushers you away from the crowd towards the bar, “there’s a room we got here, no one really uses it. You wait here and I’ll go on.”

“Um, thank you, sir, but…”

“Just in here,” he opens a door behind the bar and points you inside, “give me ya phone and I’ll go find her. What’s her name?”

“Er, Raquel, but–” you look at his outstretched hand as the lights pulse around his large figure. He’s right, you’ll just get stampeded out there, “okay. Thanks, sir.”

“You call me, Lee, sweetheart,” he takes your phone, “you ask for me if I’m gone too long.”

You nod and back into the room. He shuts the door behind him and you let out a sigh as the music is muffled on the other side. You sit on the leather bench along the wall across from a row of empty hangers.

The music changes and you wiggle your foot anxiously. You hope he can find her. It took so long to get there, you wonder if she already left. You hope she’s okay. You still see the text that made your heart leap; ‘at club. Help.’ You don’t know why she’d need help and you don’t even know if you could help her…

The song switches again as the time drags by. How long is it going to take him? You chew the inside of your lip. All the worst possibilities flicker in your mind.

The door opens and you pop your head up. Lee has Raquel on his arm. She’s barely standing on her own as he guides her to the chair in the corner. He sits her down as he head lolls wildly. You get up and come to his shoulder as he squats before her with a grunt.

“Sweetheart,” he looks up at you, “you go ask the bartender for some water, okay?”

You blink at Raquel, she’s pale and her eyes are dilated. You don’t know what to do but he seems pretty certain. He rubs her arm and talks to her quietly. You spin and flit off through the door.

You find your way around to the bar. You can barely breathe as you’re penned in between a tall guy and a pair of girls. You watch as they get served first and feel invisible as the bartender doesn’t seem to notice. You wave your arm frantically and holler as he goes to walk away.

“Hey, sorry, can I get some water?” You ask.

He narrows his eyes and shrugs. He goes and fills a glass from the tap and walks back to you.

“How much?” You ask.

He flicks his fingers at you and moves on. Ah. Guess it’s free. You take the water and nearly slosh it all over yourself as someone elbows past you to get another drink. 

There’s a moment of panic as you try to remember which way to go and you manage to retrace your steps. As you enter, Lee has his hand on Raquel’s chin as he holds her head up. He peeks back and reaches out to you with his other arm.

“Thanks, sweetie, just gotta get some water in her,” he says.

You near and hand him the glass. He does his best to feed it to her, easing up as she coughs. She barely gets a mouthful down before spitting it out completely. She grumbles at him to fuck off.

He huffs and shakes his head. He puts the glass on the floor and wipes off the dribble from his hands on his pants. He stands, using the arms of the chair to ease the motion.

“Y’all stay here and I’ll see about gettin’ ya home safe. Just need to chat with Auggie downstairs.”

“Sir, it’s… I… got money for an uber, if–”

“Now, now, how you gonna get her home on your own? You just keep an eye on her.” He squeezes your shoulder and you look over at his large hand. “Can you do that for me? Keep her sitting up,” he goes to the corner and grabs the empty trash bin, “if she gotta throw up, make sure it goes in there.”

“Oh, uh, yes, sir,” you take the bucket from him.

He smiles, the first time you’ve seen him do that, “she’s lucky to have a good friend like you, ain’t she?”

He taps the side of the bucket and brushes by you. You go to Raquel as the door snaps shut and she moans as she slumps to one side. You wish she didn’t get like this. You put the bin down beside her and try to pull her up in the chair.

As her eyelids flutter, you reach for your purse only to remember you don’t have your phone. Looks like you have no choice but to wait for him.

[iantimony]

almost no longer tuesdaypost

listening: I FINISHED TWILIGHT MIRAGE !!! AND THE POSTMORTEM!!! it was so good. i'm powering through the road to partizan episodes right now, i'm in episode 4! i AM listening to them on 1.3 speed to get through them a little more expeditiously, and i'm also not letting myself backtrack if i miss a line or two, just kinda absorbing the vibes before slamming into partizan proper!

reading: flight of a one-winged dove, bloodletter, post canon sangcheng, mind the tags, i'm not normally a sangcheng girly but this really really hit. never knew i was a dancer, isozyme, modern AU lesbian sangcheng, maybe i AM a sangcheng girly now?? anyways mind those tags etc

watching: cowboy bebop with boyf :) we're on episode 22, we'll probably watch the movie soon ...? was told around here is a good spot to do that, so as much as i always like watching things In Publication Order, will probably do that soon

making: i have frogged and restarted that stupid star stitch laptop case like six times. i am committing to it now. i really didn't like the original shape of the object i was creating using the spruce crafts tutorial that comes up immediately when you google "star stitch tutorial", but i found this one (has one less double crochet on the ends) and i like it a lot better. so i'm working through that now! i also had a moment a few days ago that was like. ok i want to restart it. but before i do that i should wind the skein into a ball so it's less annoying. ah shit my ball winder is winding it really fucked up and wonky, oh i googled it and i can take the top off and pop the gear back into place and that should fix it! gotta find a screwdriver for that first -- so tl;dr i fixed my ball winder, wound the skein into a ball, and started the project again. huzzah.

also, started another fanfic! what if harrowhark was the abhorsen-in-waiting. she's actually been the abhorsen for about a decade, the previous abhorsen died ages ago but she's been pretending that her father is in seclusion or something and has just been sending her out on his behalf. gideon was mysteriously dropped off and raised alongside harrowhark for reasons unknown. the kingdom is ruled by lich-king john gaius, a member of the royal bloodline who has dipped too much into free magic, transcended death and, while not malevolent specifically, has really started to cock things up kingdom-wide re: the dead. ianthe is a free magic sorcerer. i just think there's a lot of tasty potential there.

misc: i am once again On An Antibiotic [confetti] if i am not patient zero for the next antibiotic resistant bacteria it will be a goddamn miracle. anyways. onwards. hopefully this is the last one for a while…!!

[maguro13-2]

The Dark Picture REPAINT ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Operation Drawcia Finale (7/14)

*Continue at Altitude Limit Zone*

Homura Akemi : So that robot controlling that piece of junk is Metal Sonic, the one from the Neo Metal Sonic incident. That Metal sonic?

Sonic : It's just not possible! I saw you defeated a long time ago!

(flashback of Metal Sonic battling Sonic as the Metal Overlord)

Sonic : You were the one manipulated us to think that you were Eggman, but still...we meddled a lot to foil your plans didn't we?

(changes back to Sonic and Homura)

Metal Sonic : No...It wasn't you Sonic, it was the Chaotix. They were the ones who were doing with all the meddling while you and the other teams have been easily pull you doing mind manipulation, the events of heroes were all a bunch of distraction to make me ruler of the world. But the powers of the Emeralds, the ancients warned us about abusing the emeralds powers.

Homura Akemi : Ah, yes. (pulls out the Green Chaos Emerald) I think I may have this while swiping the other ones that the hedgehog keeps getting the special stages. I found this at a place called Night Carnival Zone, it took me a little diddy to find this one in the bag. Six down, one more to go, Metal.

[cues Metal Sonic's Theme by Jun Senoue]

Sonic : It's just you and us, Metal.

Metal Sonic : Heh. We'll see about that.

*DBZ SFX : Surprise*

Metal Sonic : Witness the power of the Eagle!

Homura Akemi : Yeah, that thing can never lay an egg if it means for a dogfight in the sky.

Metal Sonic : Prepare for your death on this battlefied, Sonic!

Sonic : You're on, Metal!

Homura Akemi : Let's get to it!

Tails : Sonic!

Sonic : Tails!

Tails : Metal Sonic's back? Why didn't you tell me he got out of imprisonment? I bet Eggman Nega's behind all of this!

Sonic : Eggman Nega! That crazy scientist is gonna pay for freeing him.

Metal Sonic : Only I'm helping Robotnik to put a stop to these invasive threats.

Sonic : So it's best that we need to get to the final emerald.

Homura Akemi : So get out of our way!

Metal Sonic : Oh yea...THEN FIND ANOTHER WAY!

(starts firing rapidly while Sonic and Homura evades the shots)

Sonic : Geez, Metal! You really don't wanna give up, do you?

Homura Akemi : NGL...That robot doppelganger have some serious issues.

Sonic : There's only one way to do for ourselves to beat Metal.

Homura Akemi : And that's the fact. You got yourself a point. Okay, you piece of metallic scrap. It's time that I'm going to make your own flight today. (takes out her assault rifle) This will take out the birdie's nest! *GUN FIRING*

Sonic : There's gotta be an opening, I know...the cockpit that Metal Sonic's in. Hey, girlie! The cockpit is the weakspot!

Homura Akemi : I know! I have sights on the target! Good thing that I have a powerful punch. (the Egg Eagle lands)

Sonic : What?

Metal Sonic : Now...Let's see if you're willing to crushed like an omelette. But you can't even be an egg if you two can't fret over eggs, so I'll be the mother of all omelettes! (Egg Eagle jumps in attempt to crush the two)

Sonic : Nice try, Metal. Be the mother of Omelettes. You don't know what you're cooking.

Homura Akemi : I'm gonna be the one who's going to make your eggs...scrambled. (attacks the Egg Eagle with one powerful flick)

Metal Sonic : AAAH! (Egg Eagle reponds control) Lucky shot! YOU'RE BIRD FOOD, SONIC! PREPARE TO BE CRUSHED BY THE EAGLE'S BEAK!

*DBZ SFX : Boost+CRASH*

(sonic and Homura evades, and then attacks the Egg Eagle)

Homura Akemi : Tch! Get lost. (both her and Sonic attacks the Egg Eagle with one powerful kick) Ha! Not a scratch on me. (falls) WOAH!

Sonic : (catches Homura) No offense, but you should be more careful in the sky.

Homura Akemi : Thanks, I already notice that.

Sonic : Okay...Metal Sonic. Prepapre to defeat! We're still standing top on the Altitude Limit Zone! You should be best to fall down into the Longitude Limit Zone!

Homura Akemi : I hope your wings can get shattered, you hunk of junk! You're not worthy to challenge a blue hedgehog that matches my style. (Egg Eagle fires rapidly while the two evades)

Metal Sonic : OH YEAH!?! IF IT WASN'T FOR MRS SMARTY PANTS, I WOULD BE FALLING DOWN UNTIL I GOT SHOT BY CANNONBALL TO MAKE ME GO DOWN! DO YOU BELIEVE THAT I WOULD FALL FOR SUCH CRAZY GOOD JOKES! But don't worry, I'm willing to clap your other wings two.

[cues "The Dusk Gathers" by Sota Fujimori]

Metal Sonic : So now...I'm going to make you suffer while you enjoy this. It's going to be your last meal of today.

Sonic : Talk about low budget flies, what's he going to do now?

Homura Akemi : Does he really think that he's gonna make you regret something? No food or movies? No problemo!

Sonic : This is it. The Egg Eagle is about to fall down.

Homura Akemi : And it's gonna be your last flight today, Mr. Metal. What are you trying to do for yourself? Blow us away like pieces of paper? (Egg Eagle lands)

Metal Sonic : That I was gonna think about it. Since my dream of becoming the world's ultimate overlord was shattered because of you and those meddling detectives, I've waited years to think that calling me a monster was KAI, I should've killed you or the Chaotix a long time ago, Sonic. You will pay for ruining my dreams.

Homura Akemi : You tried to dominate the world your foolish crimes against others. So now, it's time that I am going to bring you justice.

Metal Sonic : There's no need for justice, little lady. Justice has taken away my dreams of becoming an overlord, and now reception of mine will be the end of your lives. It's that time again...the time has come to dispose of you! (attempts to defeat Sonic and Homura by blowing them away with the machine's rotors) THIS IS FOR RUINING MY DREAMS! DIE YOU BLUE BALLIN' PIECE OF TRAAAASH!!!

Sonic : Ngh!

Homura Akemi : (Grunts)

Metal Sonic : I WILL MAKE YOU HAVE MY REVENGE! THIS WILL BE THE END OF EVERYTHING! I WILL RECLAIM MY DREAM AS THE ULTIMATE OVERLORD, EVENTUALLY! I'LL RECLAIM MY DREAM (sinister laugh) Huh!? Why aren't you blowing away?

Homura Akemi : Didn't your mommy tell you not to play with toys?

Sonic : We got something to prove useful.

(they are both wearing the Iron Boots)

Metal Sonic : What!? Iron Boots!? But...But that's impossible! You can't use Iron Boots in the middle of this climatic battle!

Homura Akemi : Of course we can, but you are not the boss of me, I am the boss girl that demands you to be taken yourself out of the park. (the machine's rotors stop spinning)

Metal Sonic : There's gotta be something that I need to finish off this girl and...(sees Homura holding a bazooka) Oh no.

Homura Akemi : Sleep tight. Don't let the bed bugs bite. (fires Bazooka at the Egg Eagle)

Metal Sonic : (panicking) Crap, crap, crap! Eject! Eject! (hits the eject button to escape)

*DBZ SFX : Loud Explosions*

Homura Akemi : Direct hit!

Sonic : Alright, Metal. Give up, you lost.

Metal Sonic : Oh, you got me. How can I be blinded by a manipulative fool from 200 years in the future?

Sonic : Okay, Metal Sonic. Speak up, why are you trying to defeat me. Why would you let anyone to harm our world to turn the planet into a card.

Metal Sonic : Eggman Nega set me up. That crazed silver-mustache moron! He told me to make me do things under these contraptions. He's the criminal and arch enemy that Silver the Hedgehog has been chasing down.

Sonic : Wait a minute. Silver, that hedgehog who tried to kill me in the year 2006 A.D? That Silver? Eggman Nega has been chased by Silver and Blaze for what?!

Metal Sonic : For his crimes against both worlds! He is an interdimensional criminal that wanted to destroy the Robotnik family name! He's batsh*t insane I tell you! Don't ever trust a fool from 200 years in the future of our world!

Dr. Eggman via Monitor : Metal Sonic! I heard the whole thing! Hopefully that I'm putting you on restrictions.

Sonic : Okay, Eggman. We knew that it's the real you, he knows that he was manipulated by Eggman Nega himself, don't you see. He wasn't helping him conquer the planet, he wanted to help him destroy the planet with the powers of his card-turning camera device.

Dr. Eggman via monitor : That Eggman Nega! Who does he think he is. Hopefully, he'll be having plenty of time in Blaze's world in imprisonment until he is sent back 200 years in the future! Right now, he's at the Dead Line Zone, waiting for you. I think that the seventh and final Chaos Emerald is in one of the three locations outisde the planet. It's gotta be somewhere in the Deal Line Zone, Black Comet, and the Space Colony ARK. Whatever you do, do not let the Black Arms go near that emerald. He's using the seven emeralds to warp the comet to earth, they're gonna harness the power of the comet's velocity to bring the planet into omnicide!

(word "omnicide" is echoed throughout the multiverse, then changes to Mystic Mansion)

Seto : What? I feel some kind of disturbance.

Grim : (clenching his fists) Omnicide? I remember, these demons, sinners, and those. Black Doom's ritual isn't a ritual at all, it was a plan to consume the planet with Omnicide. I remember what all these sins in Sonic's world really meant, humans, mobians, and monstrous beings that demanded the hunger for power.

Seto : So what did you think of this, Master? (puts lolipop in mouth)

Grim : ...

Seto : W...Well?

(Cues "Light's Theme")

Grim : Humph...50 years ago, the Space Colony ARK's massacre was a trap orchestrated by the United Federation's government employees. The men of influence were behind all of this. Humans and Mobians had been arrogant species for a long time, and I was the only one who could ever seek the truth. They used G.U.N to keep truth out of the public eye and the media itself. I only wanted to stop these dangerous experiments from Professor Gerald and tried to stop the Black Arms from ever reaching the planet to be destroyed. Hardly, this was the fault of the Ancients for bringing these emeralds to Mobius, and mine that I failed to protect the Professor, her granddaughter Maria, and even those aboard the ARK.

Seto : So...?

Grim : So after their deaths, I killed everyone, including the secretary of defense and shunned the people of the United Federation for keeping truth away from the public. A mobian reaper is destined to to execute sinners and punished those who committed a sin. But the cause of the ARK's accident, it was no accident, it was about the hardships of Shadow's life on both the ARK, and Mobius itself. I was enraged, I despised every human being and the rest history, Black Doom had to be taught a lesson. A painful lesson so that Gerald himself would never want to show his face to the Robotniks again, ever!

Seto : So that's why Shadow has a deep grudge against humanity. This was all because of Black Doom, wasn't it? I know how...Daddy issues. He is Shadow's father, but Shadow had went through all that trouble for some daddy issues, and not just, but also...family issues.

Grim : Hmmm...

Seto : Please, master. I used to have a father when I was little.

(cues Scenario : Peace by Fumie Kumatani)

Grim : You do?

Seto : My father's the king of death, and mother was human. Ever since I was at school, I had no friends and I was all alone, until that I met Solva, My mother taught me the ways of becoming a hero, a Shinigami, and that's my title that I always dreamed of. This was my dream of becoming the best Shinigami that I always will.

Grim : You are certainly correct. You have a great life, a great experience of promising to your future with Solva, she has the opportunity of being the bossgirl and a housewife.

Seto : That's very sweet. Solva would be a great housewife girl, although we're not definitely engage. I got something that will cheer you up. (shows a photo to Grim) Ta-da!

(cues "Scenario : Ease" by Fumie Kumatani]

Grim : This is...

Seto : This is us back at during school days before graduation. That's me with my trustworthy sword, and over there is Solva who is a normal school girl before she got those magnets on her hair. She has ribbons on her hair. We were friends on that day and spent time together. And that's you, mother, father, and the rest of the force.

Grim : I see. You have a loving family, and such great friends during the glory days of life. Ever since your group the Mercenaries were attacked by the heartless, I was the only who took care of you and became my apprentice to step forward towards your dreams that are needed to be fulfilled. But there might some way, that I could protect the innocence and you would do exactly the same thing as your own squadron. The mercenaries were the guild that I used to work with all the time, but then I realize that my guild was attacked and Solva was turned into a insane bad girl who was wanted for crimes, Adam Blade and I had to step in. During that time in the Space Colony ARK incident, Solva tried to destroy the innocence like Kanna and Darts and wanted to make Tokyo and San Francisco as the predators' territory.

Seto : But during our fight, she then was stopped by the servants of the Castle and was taken into custody to have her personality removed. That's why she acted like a cold blooded and heartless person. She used to have a heart filled with darkness and then a stray beam of light caused her to make her into a normal as the Solva that I know.

Solva : Yes it's true, Seto. I used to be a cold-blooded person living in the shadows. After the world of Needless disappeared, no...it's us that we isekai'd to the real world after Needless world disappeared.

Seto : Solva...You knew it as well?

[cues "Scenario : Sadness" by Fumie Kumatani]

Solva : Do you know what it's like to be living in the shadows of my life? I thought that being a criminal was my only thing to get all the money I wanted, but then I realized that I was a heartless jerk that made me a criminal and I ratted out the predators. My parents disowned me, I have no friends, and I have no home. I was a lousy girl back then when I was isekai'd into the Real World. But none of that didn't work, So I paid the Predators gang to make me their leader and get all the money that I needed to survive. However, You and Master came to stop me along with the servants, and I was taken into custody where I had my personality changed to become a normal girl and a housewife. That's what I've known about being a villain is a horrible thing to do, I wish that I could change to have a heart filled with light and decided to become good.

Seto : Even though, I still get the fact that you're still the same Solva as always. We've known each other as friends, and that's what friends do, Solva. Friends help each other, making diligent efforts to pursue our goals and our dreams of the future.

[cues "Bryan's Ending" by Hiroshi Okubo]

Solva : Heh...(giggles, and then laughs happily) Oh, Seto. I knew I had faith in you that you are the greatest hero. Even though, we are friends no matter what we do, we're still the best. Maybe I did screw things up back in Japan and I realized I made a terrible mistake. I should never be the villain, I wanted to be the hero that I ever dreamed of. It's the reason that I wanted to be good and fight for justice, I am glad that I am working alongside you, Seto. Girl with blonde hair and not the guy that plays card games.

Seto : Yes, I am Seto,a blonde girl with a huge sword always fights for justice. It may have been happen that I wanted to show the curtails of this fine hour of serenity. I dedicated that the title of Shinigami is a placeholder for me and that's exactly, what I must do. Shotaro the dokeshi was the one who stolen my title think that I'm Shinigami. That's what I really am.

Solva : So...will you forgive me? Would it okay for me to be on earth?

Seto : Of course, after all. I'm the best of the best and there's no way that one can outsmart the great Deathless that is me, heroic girl who has a sense of bravery and thriving action! But don't get to worried, see these guns. (Flexes her arm) Yeah, they're real strong.

Solva : Hey, Seto. I got something for ya. (Hands out a lolipop) Your treat as a reward for...(blushing) for being my darling!

Seto : Why...Why thank you Solva. You're such a good friend and a great housewife.

Solva : You too.

Egg Pawn on P.A : Attention all personnel. We need a one man army person to be enlisted into this mission. I want both Seto and Grim to get into quarters for the next assignment! And when I say one man army, I meant two people in close quarters. All units, prepare for battle engagements with communications from Dead Line Zone and the Space Colony ARK.

Seto : Finally! Our next assignment! The Black Arms will finally get a taste of their own medicine once we arrive to the scene where they just got here after the massacre aboard the ARK.

Grim : Affirmative. I will send my servants to all sections of the two space stations, including the Black Comet itself! We must occupy each of the ARK's areas before the Black Arms are continuing to destroy the planet.

Seto : Hopefully. I'll come back from the ARK soon as possible, once we get rid of the Black Arms once and for all. So let's get going! Quick to the transporter!

(changes to outside where the Space Colony ARK is shown)

Solva : (looking at the ARK) Some day...I will meet you again when you get back from the ARK. Good luck and fulfill your destiny.

"Seto and Solva...two girls bounded between magnetism between love...despite being partners or comrades, we always bond each as a married couple."

"But what costs does it for two girl saving all of humanity from the forces of evil...?

"It makes an effort to bring those two finding ways of having love itself."

"Between Deathless and angel of Death, the two have their selves in common,making Grim's apprentice a worthy Shinigami of her own."

Seto : So long as we have each other, there some of friends of ours that a have a place for death!

Solva : Not to mention it, It makes one diligent effort to put all of this together.

Seto & Solva : [together] We're always together until the end!

~ Mission 37 : A Reaper's Promise ~

[orginaldisneychild95]

Setting The Trap..

Din smirked under his helmet, hearing his colleagues voice through his helmet’s com device.. “The feeling is mutual, brother. Thank you for doing this. Coming in to land now”...  The razor crest nears the landing pad of the local hanger.. Mando can see the slave 1 already there with Boba and Fennec standing right by the ramp.

Behind him, Fiora was in her seat trying to look outside, not wanting to disrupt his landing by getting out just yet. She could faintly see what looked like a man, a little shorter than Mando in dark green beskar and a woman, very shapely in a flight suit type of outfit with a orange helmet... “This should be interesting” She thinks to herself... Without a single shake or rattle, Mando lands the crest a few feet away from the Slave 1, the landing gear tapping the ground gently.. Grogu giggles from the soft thud. 

Mando sighs softly, the tension leaving his body as he powers off the ship. Collecting his satchel from under the control console and programming Grogu’s tram to follow him... He turns in his seat to see Fiora collecting her bag... Fiora looks up toward him feeling his gaze on her through his vizor... “Are you ready?” Mando asked softly... She gives him a small smile. 

“Yes, I’m ready. Let’s go” Her voice is calm...

Mando nods once... the party of 3 in sync as Mando opens up the ramp to the crest facing the outside. As the ramp touches the ground, Boba and Fennec were standing right here.. Fiora took them in silently with her eyes. Boba looked powerful almost regal. Fennec, which she assumed was Boba’s colleague looked a feline, beautiful but deadly... Something inside of Fiora told her that this might run deeper than two warriors on the same side. 

Fiora’s thoughts are broken by Mando greeting Boba with a brotherly handshake..

“I hope you had safe travels my friend”.. Boba speaks first, his voice warm with timber but kind.. Fennec nods once in greeting with a smile.. “I’m glad you reached us, I think the boss was getting bored just doing nothing”.. A wicked sparkle in her eye...

Mando chuckled with delight... “I just wish this was a different type of affair.” Mando turns to Fiora, Grogu behind her in his pram... “This is the young woman I was telling you about this is Fiora. Fi, this is my friend Boba Fett Dyamio of Tatooine and his partner, Fennec Shand” 

Fiora smiled securely, returning the introduction.. “It’s a pleasure to meet you both, please call me Fi”. Boba comes closer to her, not by much taking her hand and gently shaking it. A soft sensation of electricity passes through Fiora’s hand. A very light gasp leaves her chest... 

Boba smirked under his helmet... “It’s a pleasure to meet you, little one. We’re going to help you put an end to this don’t worry. Fennec speaks right after him The boss is right, we’re gonna end this and you’ll be safe. It’s nice to meet you too, Fi” She squeezes Fi’s shoulder gently.

Boba turns to Mando.. “She’s a pretty one, hold on to her.” Gesturing towards Fiora with a head tilt.. Fiora blushed with girlie giggle...

Mando laughed softly, a teasing tone in his voice... “Watch it... She’s mine.”

A smirk on Fennec’s face she shakes her head and decides to brake up the banter. “Okay boys, enough. We’ve got scum to catch, let’s talk business” 

All four began making their way to local cantina, not far from the hanger...

[be-with-me-so-happily]

Summary: Y/N (stylist!yn) applies to be a styling intern for the One Direction crew during the Where We Are tour. As she gets better at her job and closer to the band and crew (especially Harry Styles), some of her dreams seem to be coming true, but so are some of her fears.

A/N: This one is going to get the ball rolling between these two. I know it's all a slow burn, but I feel like it'll be worth it!

Disclosures: Some language, alcohol consumption

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CHAPTER 3 -

EVERYONE ELSE IN THE ROOM CAN SEE IT

August 15th, 2014

You had avoided Harry at the second show in Philadelphia. Not necessarily on purpose. Well, maybe a little on purpose. You love this job and don't want to get distracted, but you also don't want to make it awkward for Harry. He doesn't need some intern fangirling over him.

Then after the show that night, you and the girls took a late flight into Detroit.

Set-up should be pretty calm today, at least for your nerves. You overheard that the guys are all enjoying a day off, which means you won't run into any of them.

You notice that some clothes are missing, so you help Sarah and Jade while you wait for Amelia.

She comes rushing into the room- not panicked, but annoyed and rushed.

"Harry's entire rack of clothes for this weekend is missing." She announces and she rolls her eyes.

"What??" Sarah asks. "What do we do?"

Amelia thinks for a split second then answers, "I have to stay here so… Y/N and Jade, can you go shopping?"

"Where do we even go?" Jade asks.

"I'll text you a list of some stores you can check out. Here's my card, you just need to find maybe three button ups and a couple of plain t-shirts."

You and Jade call an Uber and head out to hunt down some new shirts for Harry.

"What is life right now?" Jade chuckles while in the car. "Like, I know I signed up for this, but I didn't really know what this actually was. Y'know what I mean?"

You nod in agreement, and then shake your head in disbelief. "I definitely know."

~~~~~

You find some options that you are excited to show Amelia, and grab some coffees on the way back to the venue.

Jade was repeating how bold she thought the choices were, in a good way. "You totally get him."

"It's my job. You picked out a great shirt too!" [And you're just good at your job, that's all]

"Yeah, but I had to take a while to pick it out. You just… you just grabbed them and got them." She explained.

"Doesn't mean they are good picks." You say, humbly.

"Come on Y/N. Yes they are, and you know it! You're already a great stylist" She encourages.

You're back and walking into the dressing room, hearing Amelia ask, "Hey girlies, what did you find?"

You eagerly pull out the three button ups that you both got, along with the plain t-shirts.

"Those are perfect! You girls rock! Great job!"

Natalie gives you a wink, but Sarah seems to be pouting a little. [She probably just wanted to be the one to go shopping]

Amelia hangs up the shirts and lets out a huge sigh of relief. But now you are holding your breath a little to see if they will be received well.

[Of course it has to be Harry's clothes that disappear]

~~~~~

August 16th, 2014 - Concert Day

You feel like you're really getting the hang of things quickly. Set-ups don't take as long now, and Amelia seems to be trusting you all more now. It feels good.

Since you won't be rushing around and sweating today (hopefully), you choose to wear a tight grey t-shirt, dark denim skinny jeans with thin white vertical stripes, a brown belt and brown boots to match. Comfort is your friend, but you do love dressing up a bit. You feel good.

Getting there early helps you relax too, which helps make the whole process a lot more smooth. You even bring your headphones with you today, for some fun vibes while you work. Everything feels good.

You are bouncing around to Starship's 'We Built This City' when you feel a tap on your shoulder.

"Oh shit!" You jump, as you turn off the song and take out your headphones.

"Oh! M'sorry I scared you!" Says a familiar voice.

"No worries. What's up?" You ask, realizing it's Harry.

"I heard you had to go shopping for me. Thank you for doing that."

"It's my job. No need to thank me."

"Right." He pauses, with a look of pondering. "So… what did you find?"

You motion him over to his rack and pull out the three shirts that you and Jade found. You hold each one up- he bites his lower lip and slightly furrows his brow as he thinks them over.

[He looks cute when he's focusing]

You discreetly shake your head to get the thoughts out. You need to stay professional!

"They're great! Thank you." He points to the two that you picked. "Umm… I'll wear both of these this round. And the other one later."

You try to hide a smile but it pushes through.

"What?" He smirks.

"Oh, I- I picked the two you want to wear first." And there those cheeks go, betraying you with a red hue.

"You've got good taste. Or… am I the one with good taste?." He winks.

"Well you do have a really great style. You always look good." You blurt out.

He looks down at the ground. His eyes are usually locked in to whoever is talking, but he drops them a lot around you.

"Well… yeah, thanks for doing that" he mutters as he stands there for a few seconds. His eyes quickly glance you over then snap up to yours and he starts to turn around.

[Did he just… check you out? Nah…]

You go to hang up the shirts when you hear his voice again.

"I visited that museum yesterday."

You face him again. "The Cooper Hewitt Smithsonian Design Museum? Wow!" you think for a second. "Wait, that's in NYC. What made you go there?"

You swear he is starting to blush now too. "You made it sound so wonderful and I just had to see it for myself."

"I'm glad you got to do it." As you meet each other's gaze, you both break out into a wide grin.

You start to talk about which exhibits you liked most, and the tour guide with the very interesting moustache. You mention a bakery you had found with the best mini fruit tarts, and he is disappointed that he missed out on it. He asks what you were listening to when he first walked in, and the conversation switches to your favorite music. You've started doing mindless tasks, and rearranging the racks over and over. You both just seem to be enjoying the conversation. He's actually very easy to talk to.

Neither of you notice that Natalie, Sarah, and Jade are walking in and dropping off their belongings.

Natalie interrupts. "Hey you two. What're you up to?"

Harry clears his throat. "Just, umm, figuring out what to wear tonight." He checks his phone for the time. "Shit, I've got to get going for sound check! Thanks for helping me Y/N. You're the best."

"Anytime. Although I hope no more outfits go missing." You add as you stick your tongue out.

He goes in for a quick hug and mumbles "thanks again, Sunshine."

He says goodbye as he walks past the girls and they all snap their heads back over to you.

All you can do is roll your eyes.

[Amelia said a good relationship with the guys is okay, not a romantic one. The butterflies you're feeling right now are not a good sign!]

~~~~~

"You're dancing around a bit more tonight." Natalie smirks as you all watch the concert.

"It's a good concert, and it was a good day." You explain.

"I'm sure it has," she snickers, while you roll your eyes yet again.

[A good day at work. Talking with Harry. Ahh!! No! Just a good day at work]

~~~~~

August 18th, 2014

Today is a day off in Nashville, and you do something that's not like you… you sleep in. You all sleep in.

The four of you invite Dana over and order room service for breakfast. You spend a few hours chatting, laughing, and watching Friends. Hanging out is a nice change of pace.

Next thing you know, you receive a couple of Instagram messages.

:niall horan: hey y/n! me and the guys are going to a bar tonight. you girls wanna come?

:niall horan: sorry, i don't have any of your phone numbers

:you: haha, this is random.

:niall horan: yeah, we just wanna hang out, as a thank you for making us so beautiful :D

:you: oh geez. let me ask the girls.

It doesn't take them but two seconds to answer with a resounding "Yes!!!"

Dana declines. She already has plans with her merch people.

:you: apparently we're in!

:you: let's make it easier, here's my number (xxx-xxxx)

:niall horan: cool. i'll text you the details later

~~~~~

"I'm a fashion design graduate and stylist intern, and I have no fucking idea what to wear tonight!" Sarah shrieks.

"Girl. You look sensational in every option you've tried. But, I think the black one you just took off is perfect." Natalie reassures.

"You're right, I did look good in that,' she winks.

Sarah puts on a black form-fitting skirt with a deep v-neck crop top. It's a little too much for your taste but she really does look stunning. Natalie is wearing a bright red ruffled romper with a waist tie, which you had picked out for her birthday last year. She is always so bold. Jade is wearing a army green puff sleeve crop top with black jeans. She has such effortless beauty. And you are wearing a thin knit white v-neck top tucked into some ruffled black faux-leather shorts.

You are excited to finally be dressing up. The comfort of jeans and a t-shirt for work has been great, you do love comfort, but now your style gets to shine. You love your outfit, you think you look good, but you are suddenly very aware that you are going out to a bar with mega popstars. How are you even going to talk to them? Your life has not been nearly as interesting as theirs.

Sarah's life seems to have been pretty luxurious, Natalie is always grabbing people's attention, and Jade's presence just makes you want to open up about everything. You've got… nothing.

"I don't know if I really want to go out tonight," you suddenly mutter.

"What?" Proclaims Natalie. "You are the one they sent the invite to babe…and you obviously get along with Harry…" You can see Sarah roll her eyes a little at those statements. She's probably annoyed that you are holding them up.

Natalie continues. "We've barely even talked to any of them. We've been working so hard, you especially, you deserve a fun night out… Y/N/N, let's hang out! Do it for me?" She pleads.

You can't turn her down.

You meet the guys around the corner of the bar, so that you can slip inside without too much attention. It's Niall, Liam, and Zayn there. Some of their jaws have dropped a little as you all walk up.

"I'm sorry, we invited interns…" Zayn quietly jokes.

Natalie replies, "would you like us to go back and change into our One Direction tour t-shirts?" Everyone laughs.

As you enter the side door, you are ushered to a private booth. The music is loud and the drinks are flowing. You sit in between Niall and Jade, so you know you'll be somewhat comfortable. Maybe a margarita will help loosen you up.

The waitress takes the drink orders and Niall turns to you and Jade.

"I'm glad we get to hang out, yeah?" Like a statement in question form.

Jade answers immediately. "Yeah! It's nice to actually have a night out!"

"I betcha don't get to do it too much."

"No, we are always busy making sure you'll be beautiful, remember? It's a tough job." You chime in.

He laughs. Niall still loves that one. It's become your inside joke.

Jade starts asking Niall all kinds of questions about his X-Factor journey, music tastes, and growing up in Ireland. You're literally caught in the middle of their conversation and interject with a sentence here and there, but aren't contributing much. Even with a margarita in hand, you don't feel like you have anything interesting enough to say.

Sarah makes her way to the bar for a round of shots, while Natalie chats (and maybe flirts a little) with Zayn and Liam. You just smirk, and admire how self-assured she's always been.

You start to wonder where Harry is. He's the one person you could potentially have a conversation with. And to be honest, he's the one person you really want to have a conversation with.

As Niall takes a sip of his beer, you ask where the other two guys are. He tells you that Louis was on a video chat with his family, and that Harry just didn't want to come.

"He's a dumbass! Who wouldn't want to be here with all of ya?" He states.

You push out a laugh, but you can't help but feel a bit disappointed. He didn't want to come. He didn't want to hang out with the group. He didn't want to hang out with you.

You internally roll your eyes at yourself. You feel like you're the dumbass for thinking he'd come, and definitely for being bummed that he didn't.

You decide not to think about it anymore and to enjoy the night out.

You order another drink at the bar, as well as another beer for Niall. You get back to the booth and see that Jade has switched over to sit by Sarah, which leaves Niall alone to chat with.

"Thanks Superstar!" He grins. "How've ya been?"

"Good. Busy dealing with some hooligans at work, but otherwise good."

He laughs that familiar, contagious laugh. He is actually really easy-going and you can definitely relax around him. You feel as if you're pretty good friends already.

"I heard you had to go shopping. Get any goodies for me hey?"

"Sorry bud, Harry was the one missing outfits. It was an as-needed mission." You smile.

"Yeah, I bet he's more fun to shop for anyway."

You shake your head. "The rest of you are easier to shop for. He has a bit of a different style. He's harder to pick for"

"Ha!" He blurts. "At least you understand it, according to him that is. He's thankful someone does."

"It just means I'm good at my job."

"I think he's happy that you're here anyway." His eyes go wide with alarm. "You know-" he quickly adds, "so someone can help him dress the way he likes to."

"That's what I'm here for." You sigh a little.

A third margarita appears in front of you at some point, and it kicks in quickly. Before long, the entire booth is belting out every song that comes on and taking embarrassing selfies. You end up playing 'Never Have I Ever' and Sarah is surprised when you admit to skinny-dipping in the ocean. "This one is trouble" you say as you point to Natalie.

She throws her hands up in defense and shouts "it was your idea Y/N!!"

Everyone busts up laughing, and you realize it's actually been pretty easy to hang out with everyone. [Margaritas help]

Once the night winds down, everyone starts heading out. Hugs are exchanged and everyone agrees you should do this again.

"So you like us lowly interns?" Sarah jokes.

"What? You're good people, doesn't matter." Zayn declares.

Niall adds, "it's nice to make more friends on tour too."

You girls let out a resounding, drunken "yay!" and head out to get into your Uber ride back.

~~~~~

:you: tell harry he should have come

:niall: ya miss him or what?

:you: he just missed out on a good time :P

:niall: okay y/n, I will definitely tell him you said ;)

~~~~~

August 19th, 2014 - Concert Day

You certainly weren't surprised when you woke up with a bit of a headache. You down some water with two ibuprofen, and do your best to look presentable when you get ready. Even with a mild hangover, you are determined to show up early- especially since there was no set-up the day before. Doesn't mean you'll be happy while doing it though.

You get to the venue and groan as you realize you didn't grab any coffee. Now you're really in a grumpy mood. You set off to the catering area, your head down to avoid the blazing bright lights, when you hear footsteps coming towards you.

"Woah, love!" You hear and you almost bump into Harry.

"Oh. Damn. I'm sorry." You mumble.

"It's okay. I, umm, I brought these for you actually…" and as you look up you see him holding a coffee and something in a bag.

Your eyes widen. "That's for me?"

He smiles. "Yeah, I heard you all had a good night, and I figured you'd still come in early anyway. Umm… so yeah I brought you a coffee and a breakfast wrap." He pauses, looking shy. "They didn't have any mini fruit tarts."

You can't help but giggle. [He remembered the conversation about the bakery]

"This- this is actually perfect. Thank you." He hands it over. He starts walking with you back to the dressing room, you're still looking downward to escape the bright lights.

"So, was it worth the night out?" He asks.

"It was nice to get out." You grimace as your head starts to throb more.

"Mhmm." He pauses. He furrows his brow slightly and speaks again. "I'm bummed I missed out on all the fun."

You meet his gaze and see a half smile that only creates one dimple instead of the usual two.

[You need to stop noticing his dimples and keep it professional for goodness sake. He's just being polite… he told Niall he didn't want to come]

"Yeah. Well, um- it was just the guys and us interns. You really didn't miss out on much."

"Oh." You see his smile start to disappear. "Well, I want to go next time. Hang out with ya. I don't really like to play 'Never Have I Ever' that much, but the guys said it was very enlightening!" He starts to regain that smile.

"Oh geez." You place your thumb and pointer finger to the bridge of your nose- partly from the headache, but also from embarrassment. "I don't know if I'm going out like that again for a long time. Now matter how fun it was, I don't know if it's worth it the next day." You growl as you rub your temples.

You can hear that his voice loses its chipper tone. "Oh. Well, umm…" he stutters, "I hope the coffee and wrap help. I'll let you get back to work. Hope you feel better Y/N." He pats your arm and walks away.

[Hmmm, he didn't call you Sunshine]

~~~~~

"What is wrong with you Y/N/N?" Shrieks a frustrated Natalie. "He brought you breakfast! He told you he wanted to come next time! To hang out with you! And you basically told him not to bother."

"Well, because he doesn't need to bother."

She shakes her head. "I love you, but you're an idiot!" She grabs your shoulder. "He likes you!"

"Natalie, come on, he is Harry freaking Styles! He dated Taylor Swift! I'm not even close to her level! He was being polite"

You continue, "I'd actually be an idiot to think he likes me, and I can't risk this internship because of some stupid unwelcomed feelings."

Her mouth drops open. "Feelings? I knew it!"

You start getting flustered. "None of this matters anyway. Amelia told me to be careful and it's just not a good idea."

You try to calm your breathing. "Nothing is going to happen!"

"What's not going to happen?" You hear Amelia ask.

You look at Natalie with a panicked expression and clear your throat. "Umm… umm…"

Natalie interrupts, "I bet Y/N ten dollars that someone is going to fall on stage tonight, but she doesn't think it'll happen."

You give Natalie a look that you know she'll understand is to thank her. "Ooh, I definitely think Natalie is right!." Amelia says. You see your best friend hold back a laugh.

"We will see I guess," and you get back to work.

You don't go to watch the concert tonight. You can't wrap your mind around Harry's sudden change in demeanor, and what Natalie was desperately trying to convince you of.

[Nothing is going to happen]

~~~~~

Series Masterlist || Chapter 2 || Chapter 4

[quellmythirst]

Hey, so I had an idea for a Billy Russo x Reader fanfic. Lowkey based off the movie Time Is Up where the reader meets Billy but she’s dating someone else. Billy actually knows the reader’s boyfriend and Billy and the reader become good friends. But the the reader finds out her boyfriend has been cheating on her and apparently Billy KNEW that he was cheating so then Billy and her fight, the reader gets in her car and drives away mad and gets in an accident where she loses her memory so she doesn’t remember meeting Billy AT ALL.

Just an idea because I’m watching the movie right now and I literally LOVE your Billy Russo x Reader stories!

Hey! How are you? Yes! So I haven't seen this movie but, I read the plot outline on Wikipedia and hashed it out. I changed somethings, but I hope you like it anyway.

Don't Wait to Long

Pairs: Fem!Reader x Billy Russo, Fem!reader x Steve Rogers.

Words: 2.1kish?

Warnings: Infidelity (Not reader), violence, swearing?

Dating Captain America had a lot of perks, the esteem, the parties and the way he used to look at you. But lately things have been off. He's been going on more missions, staying at the compound later and later. You knew, knew his job was important saving the world and all that shit. But after 3 years, you began to think that you weren't. You felt as though you were no longer a priority in his life, you could even pinpoint the moment he changed. The second they pulled Bucky from that freezer in Wakanda he was a changed man. You were constantly being brushed to the side to make room for this new man in his life. You tried to be understanding, to be patient. He would come around as soon as Bucky got settled you told yourself, but after a year of this you were beginning to have doubts,

Sitting on the couch you stare at your phone, your best friend just a click away. You knew you shouldn't call him, you know how Steve feels about your relationship with Billy. But with an ocean between you its not like he could argue, it would be fine. Billy would come over and reassure you just like he always had, you would drink wine and watch vampire movies and all of your worries would fade away. Taking a sip of your Pinot you click his number.

"Hey Girlie, what's up? Captain underpants leave you all alone again?"

"Don't call him that. But yeh, what are you up to?"

"Just putting on my jacket," he says and you hear the rustle of his scarf.

"You heading out?" you ask, worried that maybe you interrupted him.

"Yep, I'll be over in 20, make up some popcorn," he tells you before disconnecting the call.

Xx

When he arrives you've got the room all set up, blankets draped cross the couch, popcorn bowl sitting in the middle of the table and his favourite whiskey waiting for him.

"How you feeling there Girlie?" he asks, unwrapping his scarf and throwing his jacket over the back of a chair.

"Shit," you sigh pouring yourself another glass of wine,

"Can't believe you let this asshole treat you like this," he says taking a seat beside you and clicking play on What we do in the shadows.

"He's not just some asshole Bill. He's Captain America,"

"Yeh, exactly, he should fucking know better."

"What am I gunna do?" you ask him ,feeling unsure of yourself

"Why don't you go visit him? He's on mission right? I'm sure he'd be happy to see you," Billy says, knowing the opposite is true. He'd tried everything to get you to see what a jerkoff this guy was, maybe if you saw for yourself, what he had learnt by hiring a PI to follow your supposed "Perfect Man," you would finally see clearly.

"But he's in Sydney, I don't have the kind of money for flights," you sigh, Billy didn't need to know about the algorithm you had cooked up in your spare time, to pinpoint where in the world Steve was. It helped you to feel closer to him, knowing exactly where he was in the world. Imagining yourself on the balcony with his arms around you and the look he used to give you, like you where his reason for being.

"I do, how about I come with you?" Billy says, knocking you out of your dream world and you had to admit it was a good idea.

"Really? You'd do that for me?" you say clutching your non existent pearls.

"Do anything for you Girlie, I just want you to be happy," happy with him, he said to himself, pulling you into a tight hug, "wanna go now?"

"Right now?"

"Sure, go pack a bag, I got spare clothes in my car,"

Xx

The flight to Sydney was long, having to change over in Hong Kong was such a pain. But it would be worth it when you got to see Steve again and with Billy's reassuring presence by your side it would be easy to avoid boredom. You knew Steve would be out all day on mission, returning to his hotel room at night. Which he had told you was in the Shangri La on the harbor. The pictures he had sent you were beautiful, looking out over the cruise ships, the iconic harbor bridge and the weird looking opera house. Not to mention, it made his location a lot easier to track.

"What are we gunna do while we wait?" Billy asks, guiding you to the tram that would take you from the airport to the city.

"I always wanted to see the Opera house," you say, looking up on the tram system at which stop would bring you closest. You ride the tram getting off at Circular Quay. The water sparkles beautifully as you take in your surroundings. To the left you see a large park in the distance and an abundance of cafes, the your right you spot the Opera house, your legs dragging you forward towards the building.

"Omg there's so many steps," Billy complains as you reach the top, looking down over the peninsulas at the the picture perfect harbor, the bridge shining bright in the background.

"Take a selfie with me," you smile, leaning your arms over Billy as you pull out your phone snapping a pic of the both of you. "Where to now?" you ask him,

"I think I saw a museum over there, want to go check it out?"

"Yes! lets go!" you take his hand dragging him behind you as you run towards it. Your breath catching in your throat and a slight sheen of sweat on the both of you. You walk through the museum, not even noticing that your sweaty hands where still intertwined. To focused on enjoying all the artwork that had been loaned to the museum. Taking picture upon picture with each other throughout the interactive exhibits. The room of paper flowers was beautiful and you took the most photos in there, astonished that someone had taken the time to install this beautiful piece.

The sun hadn't even begun to set when you hear your tummy grumble, "Billy what time is it?" you ask, rubbing your stomach and staring up at the sky.

"Around 7," he says, as you begin to walk towards the park you had spotted earlier. His hand still in yours.

"7? It sun is still up, and its like 30 degrees still,"

"Yeh, apparently that's normal around here. Want to go find something to eat?"

Heading into the Rocks district on the northern side of the harbour you find The Keel Bar, down a side street. The bar was beautiful, the air full of woody and a distinctly rum flavored smell. You both sat down, enjoying the cool breeze of the evening air, salt water filling your nostrils as you ordered your plates of food to share. The waiter retuned offering you both their specialty rum for the evening. You and Billy sat reminiscing about the day you had spent together, exploring the city and relishing each others company.

When it hit 9 you were a little sloshed, Billy's hand held under your arm to guide you as you tried to walk off the buzz.

"I just need a minute," you say leaning on the near by railing,

"Take all the time you need Girlie, I'm sure that dickweed isn't going anywhere,"

"Why don't you like him?" you ask, "You never liked him,"

"He's got bad vibes ok and the way he treats you. You deserve better,"

"Someone like you?" you raise an eyebrow at him, maybe this was why?

"No, definitely not. I don't deserve you either," he scoffed leaning next to you on the railing.

"Billy," you whisper, your hand snaking up his arm to turn him close to you as your hand reaches his chin, bringing his face down closer to yours, "tell me to stop,"

His eyes dart from yours to your lips, entranced in the lustful was you were staring at him, "I don't want you too, but you have to," he says leaning back and pulling away from you. "Your drunk girlie, maybe its time I got you back to that fuckwit you call a boyfriend."

Xx

You approach the building, checking your phone to see that the algorithm you had crated had calculated the room number and floor of Steve's room with the photos he had given you. "I'll be going then," Billy says reluctantly, gently knocking his fist into your jaw, "have fun girlie. Call me if you need me," he turns heading out of the lobby.

You hear weird noises as you approached Steve's room and think maybe someone else on this floor is celebrating their honeymoon form all the grunting and moaning you can hear. But your ears perk up when you hear a voice you know, a fiery rage fills your lungs, seeping out your eyes in angry tears. You pulling your special swipe card that can hack any door in seconds, slamming the door open.

Your eyes budge wide, taking in the scene before you. Your boyfriend, the man who said he would marry you one day, balls deep in another mans throat. Realization hit you like a ton of bricks, crushing and heavy. This is what Billy had been trying to tell you. "We're over," you whisper, your voice laced with sobs of defeat. You turn away from the scene, racing down the halls towards the elevator. You hear your name being called and suddenly a strong hand seizes your arm.

"Where you going honey? It wasn't what it looked like," Steve lies, a soft pathetic looking smile on his face.

"Really?" you spit back, rage bubbling and boiling in your blood, "because it looked like you were balls deep in James Buchanan Barnes. Remember all those time's you said you guys where just friends Steve? Remember when I asked about him?" your voice shaking, eyes attempting to burn him alive from the inside out.

"What about you and Billy huh? Dude hasn't left you alone for a minute," he shouts his vice grip on your hand bruising as the elevator dings open and Billy is standing inside. He steps out, reaching behind him to pull a gun out and point it at Steve.

"Of course, can't let her go anywhere on her own," Steve growls at Billy.

"Let go of her," he commands in a deep and harsh voice.

"No, she's my girl," Steve tugs you closer to him but you pull away, trying desperately to get free of him.

"Like fuck I am. Go back to Bucky and stop pretending, it's not 1940 anymore Steve! You guys can just be together and leave me the fuck alone!" You scream, your arm aching, your feet kicking into his legs.

"She's got a point Steve," Bucky says, finally exiting the apartment a towel wrapped around his waist, "let her go and come back to bed."

"We're taking about this when I get back to New York," he says sternly to you finally releasing your arm and you run into Billy, his arms wrapping protectively around you.

"We aren't talking about shit ever again Steve Rogers, You're never going to see me again," you say as the lift closes between you.

Xx

Tears fill your eyes as your realization finally hits you, you dumped Captain America. Yeh, because he's a liar and a cheat. You sob into Billy's arms as he walks you towards the hotel he had booked, not quite as fancy as Steve's but nice, it was artsy and fun.

The room is cute decorated in all sorts of colours, various nick knack's around the place and it then you realise there's only one bed.

"Its ok, I'll just sleep on the floor," Billy says, "did it heaps overseas one more night wont kill me,"

"Don't be silly there's heaps of room," you smile for the first time in an hour, feeling a tiny bit more normal and sane than you had in years.

"I don't want to make it weird,"

"Its not weird, we can share a bed and I bet its super comfy," you say feeling a bit better. You yeet yourself onto the bed face first, but its a lot bouncier than you expected and boings you off, your head colliding with the side table, before your whole body hits the floor.

In a flash Billy's is at your side, wiping the blood from your room desperately trying to get you to wake, he almost gives up and calls an ambulance when your eyes flutter open and he lets out a sigh of relief.

"Hey Girlie, you ok?" his voice dripping with sincere concern.

"Who are you?" you ask, rubbing your head where the pain was coming from and looking down to see blood on your fingertips, "Who am I?"

"Y/N, come on now, this isn't' funny. You know me," Billy says sliding his arms under you and placing you on the bed.

"Do I though?" your face turning quizzical as you stare up at the man.

"Yes, now shut up and drink this," he says handing you some ibuprofen and a glass of water, "we better stay up incase you have a concussion."

"Whatever you say stranger," you drink them both down. smiling mischievously at him.

"Do you really not know me?" he says taking your face in his hands, his thumbs stroking along your cheeks and genuine worry in his eyes. Without thinking you push forward locking your lips with his, your tongue diving into his mouth to taste him for the very first time. Your hands moving into his hair to hold his face close, pulling him down until he was completely atop you.

"I could never forget you, but I would like to get to know you in other ways," you winked at him.

"I can think of many ways to keep you up all night," Billy says seductively.

"Cant wait to hear them."

[uelden]

Vanity Fair interview translated

Just a side note before the actual translation; I don't know why, but instead of reporting the full questions and answers in full as she should, the journalist decided to report only summarized fragments of what Måneskin said and patch these fragments up into messy clusters. She also worded a couple phrases in a very confusing way (and yes, she's fully Italian). In short, she did quite a poor job, so the final shape of the interview is not that good. I didn't expect top-tier journalism from Vanity Fair but ffs. You'll see what I mean.

I translated it as it is, adding just a couple footnotes to give you insight on Italian pop culture references.

Translation under the cut

Måneskin: "Different from whom?"

by Lavinia Farnese, 09 June 2021

"True justice is being judged for what you do and not for what you are." The ones who are convinced of this are Damiano, Victoria, Ethan and Thomas who, by being the emblem of a generation that is finally free, refuse labels and conformism. In life, in love and on the stage. Where, maybe precisely because of this, they're winning everything

With the still unexpected (first place at Sanremo Festival) and the incredible (triumph at Eurovision) in their eyes, Måneskin are on the sofa of the house-studio they rented - to resume writing songs and rehearsing them - like you are after a won battle: lying in a calm and unreal silence, alert and a bit irreverent, happy.

In the garden there's the tennis table and the pool, the light of summer when it's starting and calming the country all around, and it filters inside from the large windows, and it goes onto the shining black of Ethan's hair, which blends with Thomas' eye shadow and the butterfly he has tattooed oh his naked forearm, which completes the picture of Victoria's golden crucifix hanging between neck and tank top and ends on the black nail polish of Damiano's stretched hands.

It's a human fresco, a Theatre of wrath [translator's note: "Teatro d'ira"] - to call it with the title of their latest album, a platinum record already - where their flaunted 20 years of age, their irregular femininity and virility are grown into proud and challenging custom, a pop glam rock generational manifesto of hard-earned liberties in a finally-unconditional expression of the self.

To watch them from any angle and from another age is to think that a great love will be born in those who'll understand: this new way of being in the world, the true and sovereign realm they hold where "diversity=exceptionality", the power of the artistic and cultural revolution of which they are healthy carriers in establishing in all lyrics and gestures the right to live according to one's own nature past the "people (who) talk, the people (who) unfortunately talk, and don't know what the fuck they're talking about." [tn: "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

We go where we're afloat, where the air isn't gone. [tn: journalist's own variation on "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

Miley Cyrus says hi – The numbers of a phenomenon

"The streams of Zitti e buoni are growing by the second, and they bring us above Muse, at the top of English charts, twelfth in the Spotify Global Chart. Followers almost tripled, in the post-Rotterdam period (from 1,4 to 3,3 millions, ed.) Contagious and universal folly: t-shirts and merchandising sold out in 10 minutes. Like the records, the tickets for a tour that keeps adding dates and expanding over geographic maps. They're contacting us even from some festivals were The Rolling Stones went." Thomas

"After the pretextual controversy over cocaine that France built against us, later disproven by my drug test, some graffiti popped up in Spain depicting me as a “No drugs” poster guy. Some tweets made us laugh: "Congratulations, Italy! I've never been more certain that four people have had sex with each other." Miley Cyrus started following us -You're great. -You guys are greater." Damiano

From the garage to the stars – Story of a flight

"It was only 2016, and we played in restaurants, in the streets, in via del Corso. Damiano without even a microphone, Thomas' guitar with wonky strings, Ethan was drumming on a cajón. During Rome highschools' sit-ins (Kennedy, Virgilio, Mamiani) we had our first confirmations and half-hours of celebrity, playing among those who criticized us and those who went "wow they're really cool." One of the rare times when they would have paid us – 50 euros each – we gave the money to the next band in the lineup so that they would make us play in their spot, later in the day, when there would have been more people. We had already realized how things worked. Visibility mattered more than money. And we still think that." Victoria

The intimacy of rock – Choice of a genre

"Music allows us the miracle of extending to others some very personal and private topics, sometimes even difficult and thorny ones. They are and they remain deeply your own, but at the same time they become a confession that reaches a wider audience, and in this passage that is alike a delivery, they find a place in you as well, a processing of them. You overcome them, you accept them. One second it's something aggressive, the next it's a ballad. Cathartic». Damiano

Against panic – The stage as therapy

"I've suffered a lot from anxiety and panic attacks, it's an issue I've worked on thanks to a psychotherapy course, my friends and my family. Playing helped me in not letting myself be paralyzed by my fears, not making myself limited in my private and professional life. I've learned to accept, to live with this side of myself. I don't hide it. I don't feel ashamed of it." Victoria

Analysis as necessity – Relying on someone saves you

"This belief that only madmen go to the psychologist is a widespread ignorance. No-one's born learned. [tn: common Italian saying] And it's often hard to understand the very reason why we're here, let alone the origin and direction of our desires. It's a long and legitimate journey towards lucidity, a kind of backing to become transparent." Damiano

Being out of our minds – But different from them [tn: "Zitti e buoni" lyrics]

"When you feel a strong passion towards something that is not a canonical job but an artistic language, that already puts you on a level of anomaly, which is not superior or inferior to other people, but it puts you in the position of the one who breaks the mold and also works at a loss, the one who sustains great risks while trying to do something that who knows if it will take you anywhere. "Why do it if it doesn't pay?". You want to give this dream of yours an aesthetic, but it becomes "You're dressing so weird! You must be gay!" - now that I'm 22 I laugh about it, but when I was 17 it had an effect on me, too." Damiano

The beauty of uniqueness – Of believing in it and defending it

"And I mean, at the end of the day if we're all different it's not because we want be alternative but because, really, no-one is the same. Justice is being judged on what you do and not what you are. Justice is equality, respect, beauty." Ethan

Fluid sexuality – Pride is freedom

"Heels for men that like themselves in them, kisses among ourselves, we have an open, extended mind, and we're proud of it. The horizons become vast, past the oppression of conservative families. With the information on the web knowledge becomes greater and with it the possibility that minorities will be less and less minorities, because the majority will be less of a majority. This way we'll make insults and bullying grow quieter. If social media get to a village of 50 souls and reveal to a girl who's afraid of the dark that someone has felt her same fear, then there's no reason to give a name to that fear, to mark it with labels which also limit and restrict. Definitions always had this effect on me. You shouldn't even consider the gender when judging someone, let alone their orientation." Victoria

Sexism – A culture to be dismantled

"Emma [tn: Emma Marrone, Italian singer] drops the bomb: “At Eurovision when I was there they massacred me for a pair of shorts, while they said nothing to Damiano – bare-chested and in heels.” The easy judgment against women is more fierce, constant, debasing (if I have a lot of sex I'm cool while Vic is a whore, where I show myself strong I'm a leader while Vic is despotic and a pain in the ass who reached success because she's hot.) As a male I'm privileged, the abuse I get is not comparable to those a woman has to live through, the comments over my aesthetic are centered only on my aesthetic and don't insinuate anything about my professionalism and my competence, while women are victims of this kind of thought in a systematic way. It happened though to find myself standing with a woman who while pulling me to herself to take a selfie, started licking my face out of the blue... I mean, what the hell do you want? Who asked you? Consent exists, and it's due." Damiano

Grow yourself – The only commandment

"To me conformism is the opposite of education [tn: could also mean "politeness"] and is the asphyxia of expression. I fortunately never endured heavy bullying, heavy enough for the the judgement of others to change me. But the mold of the small crumbs of bullying I got and of the kind of aggression that scars is the same. If I'm a kid who dances and likes dolls you have to let me do what I like. I was a kid who wanted to keep his hair long and played with Barbie. As a teen, my friends looked at my hair: " You have to find a girl with short hair to be at your side." My grandparents took away my dolls: "Stop it, they're not for you." Ethan

"When I was six I was already sick of them, the distinctions between masculine and feminine. I've always had strong ideas about how I wanted to be. I refused things that were typically defined as girly, and all around me they mocked me because I went skateboarding, I played soccer, I didn't wear skirts, I was giving myself the chance to be as I wished. I endured it a little, I suffered a little, but I had courage, and now thanks to that courage I know that I could have gotten even much more hurt, otherwise I would have left to others the most important choice: the one about myself." Victoria

Love in progress – Music, girlfriends

"I've been married to music for the last 20 years. I can't wait to celebrate our golden wedding anniversary." Ethan

"Everyone makes their own experiences, sometimes it goes well, sometimes it goes wrong, but it's always not anybody's business." Thomas

"When I first felt feelings and attraction towards a girl it was a bit disorienting because I had never had the courage of going beyond the limitations I had put for myself. For society being heterosexual is the norm and so you often define yourself in that way automatically, depriving yourself of the freedom to live many shades and faces of love. Once I overcame the initial insecurity of having to call into question my certainties I've lived my sexuality in a very natural and free way, as it should be for everyone." Victoria

"I had paparazzi at my door every day and night. So, after four years of relationship, I revealed her name. I still have paparazzi at my door every day and nigh, but at least I don't have to hide anything anymore." Damiano

The worth of the group – Phenomenology of protection

"The true engagement though, the true family is among ourselves, our band. We've believed in it since day zero, even before we called ourselves Måneskin (Moonlight in Danish), even before Ethan drew a giant moon on the flier for the first concert we ever did. We share everything, even the pain for the tragedy of Seid Visin, who committed suicide at 20 because of racism. [tn: I think the journalist asked them their opinion about Seid Visin's death, which was a current events topic in Italy, and then pasted it syntaxically in the middle of Thomas' answer, which was not a great move] A group is what we all should be: stay united and not back down an inch in the face of oppression that is generated by a distorted view of diversity." Thomas

I'm not of the right age – Like Gigliola [tn: Gigliola Cinquetti won Eurovision with her song "Non ho l'età", which means "I'm not of the right age"]

"Before you the only one who won both Sanremo and Eurovision on the same year was Cinquetti (1964). If there's anything I feel I'm not of the right age for? No, honestly no. Maybe having children. Regarding children I'll be honest: I'm not of the right age." Damiano

Having touched the sky – The fears that remain

"We're more than inside the dream, we're in the conquered dream. When you fly high there's the risk of plummeting and hurting yourself, but we'll work hard not to end up like Icarus, who burns his wings with the sun. Everything is in our hands. And this - a bit pretentiously - reassures us rather than scaring us." Damiano

[beauvibaby]

there won’t be anyone else — t.seguin

a/n: obviously my timeline isn’t going to be accurate, and I know he went back to Canada for a large portion of his recovery but this is what worked… should I do a part 2???

Part two here!

summary: tyler asks his best friend to stay with him and his daughter during his recovery

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“Y/N?” Tyler spoke nervously, you tore your eyes off of the six month old in your arms, she gurgled in complaint as she grabbed at your face, “what’s up?” You asked him, shushing his daughter as she kept pinching your face. He smiled at the sight of you two, “I have to have a couple of surgeries, big surgeries, and I’m going to need a lot of help with Willow.” He explained, awkwardly rubbing the back of his neck, “do you think you could come stay with us for a while?” He finally asked, you nodded instantly, you’d known Tyler ever since he came to Dallas. Long before he ended up as a single father to little Willow. “Of course, Ty.” You assured him, “anything you guys need.” You added, giving him a soft smile as Willow reached for her daddy. “Hi baby girl.” He grinned, smothering her in kisses, “glad you finally wanted to come back to me.” He teased her, holding her above his head as she giggled, the sight alone melted your heart as she grabbed at his beard the second it was in reach. “When is the surgery?” You asked him, you were fortunate enough to run an online shop, so really, as long as you could bring your supplies to his house, which you knew he’d have no problem with, you’d be set.

“Next week,” he paused, glancing over at you, “in New York.” He rushed his words together. “New York?” You gasped, eyes going a little wide. “You don’t have to come!” He stated, “my mom is going to meet me there, and then she’ll fly with me back here.” He explained, “I’ll be gone for a little over a week, then I can rehab here.” He added, realizing he didn’t explain anything very well. “Are you sure you don’t want us there?” You asked, motioning to Willow who was happily laying on his chest, gurgling away, probably close to taking a nap since she just ate. “I do, I really do, but it’s not worth the hassle, she’ll be happier here.” Tyler sighed, resting his chin on top of her head. “I’ll send you a bunch of pictures and videos of her, promise.” You laughed softly, thinking of how crazy this recovery is going to be for him. “You’re going to do great.” You assured him, seeing the wheels turning in his head, “I’m sure of it, and I’ll do anything I can to help.” You murmured, running a hand through your hair as all he could do was muster up a smile.

***

Day 1.

Tyler’s mom FaceTimed you that night, once he was coherent enough to remember seeing his daughter. “Hi, Mrs. Seguin.” You spoke softly, Willow looking around with wide eyes on your lap, you flipped the camera to show her, “Tyler.” His mom mumbled, handing the phone over, he looked exhausted but the way his eyes lit up when he saw Willow, she’d just had a bath so she was only in a diaper, showing off her chunky little legs. “Hey, Willow, hi baby.” He spoke, she focused in on the phone, rapidly swatting at it as she recognized his face. You giggled, moving her around to be sitting more on your chest, her face next to yours. “Say hi.” You cooed to her, waving her hand for her, she bounced excitedly as he smiled at her.

Day 2.

He was a little grumpy that day, but tried not to show it as he got to see Willow via FaceTime again, you knew he was already tired of being unable to move.

Day 3.

You were talking to him encouragely as he walked for the first time in three days, Willow sleeping in her room, Tyler’s mom held the phone out in front of her. You knew it had to be hard for her as well, to see her son like this, all because he was playing the sport he loved. You took some time to talk to her as the nurses helped Tyler get back in bed.

He didn’t feel up to talking again that day so you were sure to send him photos and videos of Willow, she was finally sitting up on her own without falling over.

The next week went on like that until he was finally coming home, luckily it was right during Willow’s long afternoon nap, so you could help him get settled and get everything in order before his mother had to leave to catch a flight tonight.

***

“Hey, Tyler.” You smiled, opening the car door, greeting him brightly, he tried to mimic your eyes excitement, but you could tell it didn’t quite meet his eyes. “Hey.” He mumbled, letting out a soft groan as you helped him get out and onto his feet, he gave his mom a hard time about using the wheelchair, you could see the pain floating in her eyes, just overly worried that he would fall. “I’ve got him, Jackie.” You assured, walking directly beside him as he hobbled with his crutches, she nodded, grabbing the bags out of the car as you helped him get inside the house.

“Thank you.” He sighed, leaning into the couch cushion as you put a pillow under his leg. You just gave him a reassuring smile, his mom dropping the stuff by the entryway, “be easy on her, I know it’s hard for you, but imagine if you saw Willow like this.” You added in a whisper, understanding came across his face as he nodded, motioning for her to sit beside him, you let them have their moment as you grabbed his bags and brought them to the room he’d been staying in, on the first floor for now, until stairs weren’t a questionable decision.

You put the clothes in the laundry, and moved some stuff down to the guest room, humming softly as you did this stuff without question, just doing it to be helpful, not thinking of how much the small gesture would really mean to him.

After a while, you peeked in on Willow and she was still sleeping soundly with her arms above her head, you smiled, carefully shutting the door to the nursery and heading down the stairs with the monitor, Jackie had to get going if she was going to make it to the airport in time. So you both said your goodbyes, and you could tell it was hard for Tyler to let her leave like that, but what was he to do, she has a life to get on with as well.

“How has she been while I was gone?” Tyler asked, looking at Willow on the monitor, his heart clenching in his chest, wanting nothing more than to hold his baby girl again. “She was good, Ty.” You giggled, easing his nerves, he nodded, “thank you, so much, I know we just started the recovery process but you’ve already helped so much.” He explained, adjusting himself on the cushions, “you don’t have to keep thanking me, I’m happy to help, I love spending time with her, and you.” He smiled at your words, giving you the side eye as you turned away in embarrassment. You two had always been flirty, but once he came to you and said that was going to be a dad, he changed, he stopped going out, he spent his time at home, and it only made it easier for you to imagine a life with him. “We like spending time with you too.” He whispered, resting his hand on your knee right before Willow started to cry. You could tell he briefly forgot he couldn’t go get her as he went to sit up but then stopped himself. “Don’t worry, I’ll get her.” You hopped up, excited to see her when she finally got to see him for the first time in over a week, you took the stairs two at a time as you heard her crying get more intense.

As you picked her up, you completely forgot that Tyler had the monitor, and could hear and see you tending to her. “Oh my goodness.” You cooed, scooping her up, “your daddy is so excited to see you.” You grinned, kissing her chubby cheeks, making a brief face of disgust as you got a whiff of her diaper, “let’s get you cleaned up first.” You whispered, grabbing her a new outfit, this one having dealt with a small blowout. You quickly changed her and put her in her little jean shorts and a pink shirt, if it wasn’t for you, you were certain Tyler wouldn’t have anything girly for her to wear. He was watching the whole time as you took care of her like she was your own, his heart swelling in his chest, he’d always had a thing for you, but as he saw you with his baby, it only made him fall harder. And he became determined to make you his by the time he was back to playing.

He turned the monitor off and shimmied himself to be sitting up more properly as you came down the stairs, “who is that, Willow?” You gasped, pointing towards Tyler, she began to bounce in your arms. “It’s daddy.” You grinned at her, walking over to him and allowing him to take her. He breathed out in relief, “I missed you so much, baby girl.” He groaned, hugging her tightly, she pushed on him so she could lean back and look at him, she looked at him with a completely serious face before trying to bite his nose. He broke into a fit of laughter as he moved her away from his face, “that’s not nice princess.” He joked, tickling her sides, she giggled swinging her little legs as he lifted her up. “I swear she grew in a week.” He mumbled, sitting her on his good side, she sat on the couch, chewing on her hands and getting drool everywhere. “And she sits now.” He groaned, dramatically resting his head in the couch, she mimicked him and fell into the cushion. “Crazy girl.” You commented, taking the chance while she was distracted to tie up the top part of her hair, she definitely had his hair and all it did was fall in her eyes. Tyler smirked at you, you rolled your eyes at him, “now she looks like a real little princess.” You quipped to him, he faked a gasp, dramatically hoisting her into his chest. “How dare Y/N say that about my princess.”

It was a lot of extra work, and mess, but you brought her jar of food and bib to the couch so Tyler could feed her, knowing it was one of his favorite times with her as she was so smiley. “Have you ever tried this?” Tyler asked curiously as you sat beside him with her in your lap, she happily ate the spoonful of puréed apples, peas and beets. “Baby food?” You asked with a laugh, he nodded, pushing some more into her gummy smile, she gnawed on the spoon as he tried to take it away. “No, I haven’t.” You answered as you contained your laughter, “I tried it once, I figured it couldn’t be so bad, and it was even worse than bad.” He explained, carefully prying the spoon from her hands, she pouted at him, about to cry until he gave her the last bite and let her chew on the soft rubber spoon. “I’m sure it was.” You snickered, lightly wiping around her mouth, “when’s that first tooth gonna come in? Hmm.” He spoke to her, rubbing her little tummy as she burped, he smiled at her, the love he had for her was something only a father and daughter could share, and it was beautiful as you could see the concern on his face as she began to whimper. You let him take her as you went to get rid of the jar and spoon, coming back with her bottle.

“I just changed her, so she should be good for a while after this, is it alright if I go get some work done?” You asked him, he easily nodded as he laid her back on his chest, holding the bottle up to her lips as she eagerly started sucking on it. “Yeah, of course.” He spoke, not hearing you had already started walking away once he nodded, he smiled as you were tying your hair up sloppily while you walked, something you’d always done when you were getting focused on a project.

He turned on the golf channel, sinking into the couch with Willow as she fell asleep once her bottle was empty, he laid her down in the cushion beside him, boxing her in with a rolled up blanket and leaving his hand resting on her as he himself fell asleep.

***

Tyler had been home for a couple of weeks, physical therapy had been stepping up a lot, which meant he was incredibly sore by the time he got home, and incredibly stubborn. He figured, if he could do it just fine with a doctor walking beside him, there was no reason he couldn’t walk ten feet into the bathroom. Well, he quickly found out he was wrong as he stumbled from a pain in his hip and ended up on his knees, cursing as he couldn’t push himself up. You heard him fall, then the sounds of him cursing to himself and you shot up. “Tyler!” You called, rushing towards his room, he felt his cheeks flush with embarrassment as you rounded the corner. “Hey, hey, are you ok?” You gasped kneeling beside him. He shook his head, slumping against the wall in defeat, “what’s wrong?” You asked, looking over him, trying to make sure he didn’t pull any stitches, or injure himself again. “I just can’t get up.” He muttered, slamming his fist on the wall. “I’m a fucking professional athlete and I can’t stand up on my own!” He snapped, he thought you’d move away at the tone of his voice, but you didn’t, you only moved closer, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. “I know, Ty. It’s going to be ok.” You whispered, his breathing was ragged as he finally gave in and hugged you back. He calmed down as you just stayed there, letting him hug you as tight as he needed, you pushed his curly mop of hair back once he completely calmed down. “You ready to get back up again?” You whispered, he nodded watching you stand up and give him your hands. “Just push with your good leg, alright.” You gently reminded him, stepping a little sideways to give your feet some traction. “One, two, three.” You pulled on his hands as he slid up, his back against the wall steadying him, he planted both feet on the ground, you quickly grabbed his crutches.

“I’ll just wait until you’re back in bed.” You mumbled, taking a seat on the edge of the bed, he nodded, hobbling to the bathroom right outside the room. Your adrenaline high quickly crashed as you waited for him, and you found yourself laying flat on the bed as you waited.

Tyler came back into the room, stopping in the doorway as he saw you stretched out on half of the bed. A smile came over his face as you shifted in your sleep, burying half your face in the pillow, inhaling softly as you felt at peace. He didn’t wake you, he couldn’t bring himself too, so he carefully got into the opposite side of the bed, the thumping in his chest so loud he was certain you could feel it as you subconsciously rolled towards him, resting your hand on his chest as he threw the blanket over you.

Eventually, morning came, and when you woke up in the empty bed, the events of last night came rushing back and you leaped out of bed, not only was Willow crying from her room, but you didn’t see Tyler anywhere, you instantly became worried he’d fallen again and you’d slept right through it. “Y/N?” Tyler called as you went rushing past the kitchen looking for him. “Tyler!” You gasped in relief, placing a hand over your chest as you saw him pouring a cup of coffee. “I thought you fell again, oh my god, where did you sleep? Oh, the baby, let me get the baby!” You rambled heading for the stairs, he chuckled as he listened to you stomp up them, Willow’s crying soon stopping as you picked her up.

He was feeling a little better today, so he managed to get Willow’s morning bottle ready, and some toast for himself, settling himself at the table as you came down the steps. Your hair was tangled in itself, you didn’t have makeup on, and you were in oversized sweats and a tank top, but you’d never looked better to him as you giggled with his daughter on your hip.

You called his name as you walked into the kitchen, spotting him at the table, he didn’t answer, but his eyes were pointed in your direction, “Tyler?” You called again, snapping your fingers. He blinked, “what? Sorry.” Tyler muttered sheepishly, “did you want eggs?” You asked him, eyeing him suspiciously as you maneuvered Willow in your arms to give her her bottle. She happily started drinking it as you propped it up on your cheek, pulling the eggs out of the fridge. “Give her to me.” Tyler chuckled, making grabby hands for her as you struggled to balance everything, you happily gave her over, glancing back as he cooed down to her, whispering a good morning as he kissed her messy head of his hair, they looked so like in that moment, Tyler with his hair sticking all over the place, and Willow with hers pushed to the side from you, with a clip barely holding it back.

“I’m not sure if you’re up to it, or if you want to, but I was going to go to the pumpkin patch later today, if you and Willow want to come?” You offered, “I know you hate having to use that wheelchair but it would be so fun to see her next to all those giant pumpkins.” You raddled on, giving Tyler the chance to admire you, “yeah, that sounds fun.” He answered, smiling when you turned to face him excitedly, “I’m sure you have some cute outfit for her planned out too.” He rolled his eyes jokingly, and you nodded eagerly, of course you did, how could you not, it is her first fall season after all.

“Here ya go.” You mumbled, sliding a plate in front of him, he furrowed his eyebrows, “I never answered about the eggs.” He didn’t argue though, as he picked up his fork and took a bite. “I know, but you’re doing a lot today, you need them.” You giggled, offering a small piece to Willow, now nearly eight months old. She happily mushed it with her couple of teeth, smiling brightly at Tyler, he nodded reassuring her that she was doing good.

Finally you were loading up into the car to go out for a while, Willow dressed in the cutest outfit she had, something you’d bought before she was even born. The belle sleeve onesie just barely still fit her chunky frame, and the red overall skirt over top just made her look even more adorable, and of course, a matching red bow in her hair. Tyler jokingly didn’t approve of how short her skirt was as he took her from you once you arrived, she sat perched on his lap as you pushed the wheelchair down the isles, thankful for the wood boards they had put down as paths in the dirt, Willow was making noises at everything she saw, reaching out to touch the pumpkins every once in a while. “Let me get a picture of you two.” You stopped his chair next to a huge pile of pumpkins, and he stood Willow up on his lap as she grinned at you, it was by far one of your favorite photos of them so far.

An older couple was walking by and smiled at you, “would you like me to take a photo for you?” She asked, and before you could even process her words, Tyler was answering with a yes please. You felt the blood rush to your face as you approached him, he handed Willow to you, and you were about to stand beside him but he gently pulled you to sit on his good leg, you didn’t have time to react, you only smiled for the camera just like he was. “Oh, how beautiful.” The older woman cheered, handing the phone back over to you. “Thanks.” You mumbled, Willow hiding her face in your neck, suddenly shy. You clicked on the picture, and you felt like your chest would explode, you looked like a family, but you weren’t. “Y/N?” Tyler called, you quickly shoved your phone in your pocket, “are you ready to go?” He asked, taking the baby back from you, confusion laced in his tone as he saw the look on your face. “Yeah, Uh, yeah let’s go.” You mumbled, pushing the chair towards the exit, he held in a sigh, trying to figure out what had caused your sudden mood change.

***

“It’s Christmas!” You heard Tyler cheer as he got Willow out of her crib, the nine month old clapping her hands out of his excitement. Tyler was on the upside now, his second surgery complete, and now rehabbing both, he was able to walk without his crutches, he had to go slow on the stairs, but the doctor encouraged him to keep working on them. In a few weeks he’s going to be skating for the first time in months, and you were terrified, meanwhile he was ecstatic, ready to feel like his normal self again. You smiled, keeping your eyes shut as your door opened, “it’s Christmas!” Tyler shouted, putting Willow on the bed and letting her crawl up to your head, mushing on your cheeks, you gasped lifting her up quickly, sending her into a fit of giggles in her reindeer pajamas. “Christmas? Your first one!” You spoke to her, Tyler smiled, sitting beside you. “Merry Christmas.” He whispered, handing you an envelope, he laughed as you put Willow down and quickly pushed yourself to be sitting against the headboard beside him. She made her little baby babble as she played with the bunched up blanket. “You didn’t have to get me anything.” You spoke softly, opening the envelope, revealing a gorgeous Christmas card. “Oh shush, just read it.” You could hear the nerves in his tone, you shot him a smile before letting your eyes run over the extensive writing he’d done.

“Y/N, you have been a godsend in mine and Willow’s life, there isn’t anyone else I would’ve trusted to leave her with during all of this, there isn’t anyone else I’d want to be helping me off the floor at three am. What I’m trying to get at is,

There isn’t anyone else. I don’t think there will be anyone else.

So, if you’d kindly accept my gift, dinner, without Willow, a date, that’s what I’d like to call it.

Love, Tyler.”

“What’s the matter, Seguin? Too afraid to ask me in person?” You quipped, he opened and closed his mouth searching for the right words to say, “is that a yes?” He finally asked, a hopeful look dancing in his eyes. “Of course it’s a yes. I’ve only been waiting months for you to ask.” You giggled, catching him off guard by pecking his lips, it isn’t like you two hadn’t shared kisses before, but it was normally in a drunken state. “Uh-huh.” He hummed pulling you back in for a proper kiss, Willow shrieked, startling you both. She was looking at you angrily, before snuggling up to her dad, as if saying you weren’t allowed near him. “Good job, princess, gotta protect daddy from mean ol’ Y/N.” He murmured to her, earning a glare from you, but as he broke into laughter, you couldn’t even keep up your charades. “Come on, it’s Christmas, she’s got presents to open.” You mumbled, kissing her chubby cheek, “presents!” He cheered, holding her up highly, she giggled as he lunged her back down.

The date had gone as good as you could’ve hoped,

not exactly how he’d planned, but still a great night, the sitter had cancelled, and the restaurant he wanted to take you too didn’t offer a pick up option, so you ended up eating pizza on the living room floor, watching Disney movies, per your request, and talking about everything and anything. And of course, there were lots of stolen kisses.

***

“It’s alright to be a little scared you know.” You reminded your now boyfriend, he was about to go on the ice for the first time in months, and the anxiety just hit him, what if’s repeating themselves in his head. Willow was fast asleep in the stroller, tired from her own activities this morning. “But–“ “No but, you’ve got this babe, you’ve been warming up to this for months, hell, you probably skate better than you walk.” You cut him off, giving him a short pep talk, you squealed in delight when he pulled you in for a quick kiss. You pulled away with a smile, “now, go show that ice whose boss.” You giggled, pecking him once more before patting his shoulder, you weren’t allowed to watch him rinkside, no distractions allowed, so you took Willow for a short walk, all the while she slept. You kept yourself busy, getting caught up with things on your phone as you waited for Tyler to call and say he was done.

Finally as you went back to get him, Willow was awake but grumpy, and hungry, so you kind of just rushed in with her on your hip. Also remembering you had some stuff to do for work today that was time sensitive, “how’d it go?” You asked as you bounced her in an attempt to get her to calm down. Tyler slung his bag over his shoulder, “it was great, rusty, but it felt good.” He explained shortly, sending your urgency, “I’ll put her in the car.” He offered, taking her from you, and instantly she calmed down, only making you feel worse. You knew it was common for her to go through phases, hell, she’d done this with Tyler where she wanted nothing to do with him for almost a whole month, you didn’t realize how bad it would hurt. He shot you an apologetic smile, “hey, just take a deep breath. You’re gonna get everything done on time.” He assured you.

***

New Years had come and gone, and Willow’s first birthday was quickly approaching, as were her first steps. Tyler was sad that they were going to be happening so soon, but at the same time he was beyond excited for her to be running around in no time.

She quickly grew out of the phase of only wanting Tyler, which both of you were grateful for, as he could see it eating away at you.

“Come on, come to dada.” You heard Tyler, you peeked your head around the wall, seeing him sitting on the floor arms reach away from Willow, she looked at him quizzically, reaching her arms out, she wobbled but didn’t fall. “Come on baby.” He encouraged her, she took one step, two, three, and he just kept sliding back until she couldn’t go any further. “Oh my god!” You and Tyler shouted at the same time, “shit,” he jumped now knowing you were behind him. “Hi.” You laughed, sitting beside him, “I think you officially have a walker on your hands.” You told him, pressing a kiss to his cheek. He furrowed his brows for a moment, he looked as if he was going to say something, but then decided against it. “Yeah I do.” He chuckled in agreement, setting her back on her feet and grinning as she did it again, and again, and again until she was too tired to do anymore and just plopped herself on your lap.

“Hi baby.” You mumbled, kissing her forehead, she sighed, nuzzling into your neck, instantly falling asleep. “She loves you.” Tyler mumbled, tucking your loose hair behind your hair, you bit your lip as you looked over at him. “I love you.” He breathed out, relief hitting him when you broke into a huge smile, “I love you, Ty.” You mumbled, he kissed you as good as he could with Willow curled up on your lap. “Let’s go put her to bed, yeah.” He laughed, taking her from you and disappearing to her room in record speed.

***

Tyler had his first morning skate today, finally getting back into a routine with the team, he was anxious as it was on a Saturday, thankfully no game today, but it was Willow’s birthday party. Of course, all planned by you, Tyler clueless on what to do for a one year old, all he knew is it had to be puppy themed, because those were her absolute favorite things.

“Woah.” Tyler stopped in his tracks, seeing the decorations you’d spread out around the house, his dogs happily laying with party hats on their heads. “Baby, this is awesome.” He chuckled as you came around the corner to greet him, “I know it is.” You laughed, welcoming the hug he offered you. “Thanks for doing all this for her.” He mumbled against your head, “of course.”

***

“Dada, dada, dada!” Willow shrieked running towards him, “Willow?” He gasped, his first game back resulting in a loss, but he scored and you couldn’t lie, it made you emotional. And he was all the clueless to you two being here, “surprise!” You grinned as he scooped her up, “you came?” He mumbled in shock, kissing his daughter before pulling you in with his other arm, “of course we came.” You whispered against his lips, smiling as he finally kissed you, “you did so amazing, babe, I’m so proud of you.” You cupped his jaw with one hand, “thank you.” Is all he could get out before Willow started to speak. She reached for you, “mama.” Your breathing hitched, and Tyler’s smile had grown. You looked to him, afraid to over step, “yes baby, that’s mama.” He assured her, “Tyler.” You cautioned, taking her as she kept reaching for you.

“Y/N, she’s just as much yours as she is mine, you’ve been here since she came home, you’ve taken care of her like a mother, and I don’t plan on letting you go anytime soon. So yes. You’re her mom.” His words brought tears to your eyes, he smiled softly wiping away the tears, kissing your forehead as Willow watched curiously, she kissed your cheek with a smile, having learned early on to be affectionate to people she liked. “Thank you baby,” you cooed to her, resting your head on top of hers. “Mama?” She hummed, smiling against you. “Yeah.” You agreed. “I love you.” Tyler sighed, snapping a picture of his girls, he said the words right before he snapped the picture, getting the most genuine smile from you. “I love you.”

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[muffindaddystyles]

𝑫𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏.

Where Harry's five years old bubba gets lost in a park while playing hide and seek. You help her to find her daddy.

Warning: Emotional and whole lot of fluff <3

Pastel tutu frock, a lil bucket hat and shoes that makes 'puch.' 'puch.' noises when she waddles with her adorable toddler gait chasing her father.

It's still early in the morning less people more relieved Harry that he could spent some affectionate time with his lovin' little girl of four out in the park, as a single father he dresses her with more fashion indulgment than any mother could.

Cheeky smug He's. Kinda proud of it.

They were playing hide and seek a bit far from their picnic basket ontop of checkered blanket along her toys. She came all the way from their home to car and car to park sitting on her daddy's shoulders.

"Dawwy! That's cheatin'." She stomped her dainty feet into sodden lush grass underneath and Harry grinned booping her button nose just like his's, "cheeky bugger." He watched her in amusement when she caught his slender finger with her chubby ones, pouting cutely at him.

"Kay. lovie' we're gonna play, again." He assured her raising his palms in air taking two steps back at once, "this time no cheatin', promise." She bobbed her head enthusiasticly running to hide behind the nearest largest oak tree as her daddy told her not to go too far from him ever.

Harry was rounding her from other side when too impatient she went to found Harry on other side, "daw'wy!?" Her flight of run like a dove in sky was startled when she found her tall, curly head daddy nowhere in sight.

She toddled further away even though Harry has instructed her never to leave a certain place no matter what, her daddy would find her at the same spot if something happens.

"Bubba? love bug'?" He frowned as his daughter who just hid behind the same bark vanished. Not getting anxious he strided back to their spot but she wasn't there.

She has come so far away in search of her daddy at first she told herself that "she's daddy's big girl." . "she would get back to him and he'd give her alot of kisses." But then she got scared seeing alot of people here and there. Her ending point of bravery was when some little pal hit her with soft ball.

The pool of tears bursted like rainfall from her soft warm eyes, staining her coral chunky cheeks and she rubbed her glossy eyelids with the back of her hand with series of hiccups making her vision more blurry.

You were sitting under a shade reading a copy of Little Women. Eyes flickering when you poked your tongue out to collect some moist on your finger to turn the paper, right then your eyes fell over the cutest fuzz of a lil girlie crying with painful fat tears waddling her way lost towards the pond and with a loud gasp you left everything running towards her before she was too close to it.

"Hey. hey kiddo." You reached at the mean time quickly scooping her up in your arms and she sobbed out loudly, "dawwy!" You stroked her hair as she snoggled her snotty nose and moist face in the crook of your neck.

"Honey are you lost?" You tried to calm her down by rubbing soothing circles at her back and she nodded with incoherent blabbering.

"Lemme me help you, yeah? Do you know your parent's names." You asked her politely taking her back to where you were sitting under the large tree and she pulled her face out murmuring a tiny, "yesh." You beamed at her giving her a thumbs up.

"You're doing so good, darlin'." You tucked her loose curls under her ear and she tells you her father's name, "Hawwy. S'tyles." She doesn't have her way with 's and t's.' sounds so it was 'yles.' coming from her mouth and you had to comprehend it yourself.

"Honey you know his number?" She counts on her fingers as Harry made her learn his phone number in case of any emergency like this but she's so anxious she forgot, silent tears again spilling out from her struggle. "Sh. sh. lovie'. S'okay, you're okay. you're safe with me." You cooes at her softly wiping her tears and kissing her cheeks gently rocking her on your knees.

"B-but. dawwy!" She hiccups badly and you made her sip water, feeling pitiful for the poor bub.

"Bubs we're gonna find your daddy, yeah? you and me together are a whole power puff team!" You again rock her cheerfully standing up with her on your hip. Taking the challenge on yourself to find her daddy in no less time.

On the other hand Harry was loosing his mind. He pulled at his hair anxiously, worry drowning him into deep. Scared for his bubba. She's so little im this huge park. Harry never lets her dodge from under his wings and now he's on verge of getting a panic attack. He should have never came to park. He went from one person to another showing his petal's picture to them hands trembling as he did so.

"Sh-she's fou'. Little pink hat, tutu frock. Chocolate c-curls in specific." He gesticulated voice wavering and with everyone denying he went absolute crazy.

Tears glistening in his eyes and he's feeling as if he'd stop breathing. Putting his hand over where his heart is he took long strides of the whole park which's too big and in the end he fell on his knees with a thud onto grass when he couldn't find his only life, the piece of his heart nowhere. Sobbing loudly that made him bent outwards.

They live near by so he quickly dialed gemma. When she heard him sobbing onto speaker she abruptly stood up scaring Anne too, "Harry what happened?" She asked worriedly.

"Harry talk to me." She tried in a calming voice and he stuttered even causing Gemma to lost her breath, "d-dovie. lost her gem. fuckin' lost her. Couldn't find her." She was quick to act not telling Anne and assuring her she would in their car ride.

Harry was falling into his mum's embrace when they rushed to security department where Harry's at as the cops assured him that they'll find his daughter safe and unharmed.

He whimpered soaking her shirt. Whole body shaking, "can't lost her mum, she's the only one I've." She tried to calm him getting rid of her own tears.

"S'been two hours I've been searching her like a mad man. I'll fuckin' die if somethin' happens to her." At this Anne scolded him as gemma hugged him reassuring him. "It's m'fault. All m'fault." His tears and emotions were all where and he blamed himself.

"Shit father. never gonna forgive myself." Anne sighed shakily stroking his head. She has never seen her son crippling to this edge.

"She's fine. We'll find her."

Your back sweaty as the sun shines on you mercilessly while you hurriedly walked with Dove on your hip, her head on your shoulder resting sadly while you fanned her continuously with the paper fan and you breathed hunching a little seeing that some security department's few steps away from you. But, it's the one opposite from where Harry and his family are.

You immediately went to first table not waiting for your breaths to get back to normal, "hi. This's Dove Styles. Four. Lost." You informed them and they made you sit at the bench.

She was getting all tired and limpy from the crying. So you took her in your lap tucking her head under your armpit, "daddy's soon gonna come okay dove darlin'? Then he's gonna collect you fuzz baby in his arms." You took out a box of juice from your backpack tapping the straw against her rosy lips and you took in her features thinking how beautiful her daddy must be to her be this cute.

Even though her daddy has sternly taught her never to accept things from strangers but the poor babe's so exhausted she did.

Some cop came cop telling you they've found her daddy that he's at the other security building but you shook your head stubbornly squeezing her near to your chest. Because well you don't trust anybody not even the cops, most importantly not when it's a child.

"Tell her daddy to come take his child from here." The cop grunts at you. "Annoying lady." but you ignored him checking on dove cleaning her hands that were sticky from her drinking juice like how toddlers do.

You were hot on your feet when three panicked figures came rushing inside Dove on your hip and you asked her, "is that your da—" but you were cut off from her yearning cry.

"Dawwy!" It was like sky and ground meeting as Dove latched into Harry's arms, he was too ripped to shreds and with a loud whimper he feel stingingly onto tiled floor firm grip around his dovie's neck, forearm wrapped around her little body protectively. He clutched onto her for dear life, sponging endless kisses to her visible skin.

"Thought I lost ye' bubba...really thought–" He said in between wet kisses his tears smudging her cheeks and the duo's reunion infront of you made you sentimental too. "Never scare daddy like this dove. m'heart stopped." She muttered a 'sowwy.' At his anxious rambling.

"Forgive me, dovie. Daddy's bad." She shook her head. The four year old's too soft from heart to know what emotions are scowling at her daddy with her chubby palms pushing into his cheeks, "no dada." You smiled at her when she glanced back at you.

"Y/n helped mew. She say we were power puff girls." You chuckled that she still remembers ruffling her hair, "see? Told ya daddy was gonna find you." Harry rubs his nose wiping his tears standing up.

"Thank you so much, can't thank you enough." You found his voice so mellow even after hoarseness, "s'okay. She's safe that all matters." Anne and gem nodded while talking to Dove in baby voices telling her how worried they all got.

You were walking outside while talking to Harry, "and thank ye' fo' not trusting anybody you know...and no' lettin' her go." You assured him shaking his hand.

"No problem." You leaned down a little kissing her cheek, "and dove honey never go near to ponds, yeah?" She said a lil 'okie." wrapping herself tight around her father.

"Oh my god, dovie?" He asked her horrid at what could happen taking her chin but you quickly rambled not wanting to make him feel more panicked and anxious.

"She was crying and in haze that's why, she's okay now Mr. Styles."

"I owe you y/n. And please just call me, Harry." You nodded sheepishly now. Muttering a what the hell you fool at yourself and gemma quipped.

"Yes. Please have lunch with us?"

"Pwease?" You laughed out aloud at dove's innocent pleading deciding to let your English class go and bobbing your head at which Harry grinned, "perfect."

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[snakeboistan]

Just Out Of Reach

My exams are finally over so have some touch-starved!Nagisa 

Pairing: Nagisa x 3-E

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Shiota Nagisa was a loner. He always had been for as long as he could remember.

When he was in elementary school, he was the weird kid - the strange girl-boy that hardly talked and no one could understand. His male classmates thought that he was too girly to take part in their games or join their conversations and whilst his female classmates didn’t mind his appearance that much, they knew better than to associate with him lest they too fall victim to the taunts and sneers that followed him everywhere, or the relentless bullying that inconvenienced him every breaktime. However, he didn’t mind - friends were a luxury he couldn’t afford anyway (his mother didn’t approve of him spending time out of the apartment, away from her). He would have his own fun by sitting himself down in his school’s library and bury his head in a book, getting lost in worlds that weren’t mean, or cold, or judgemental. Or he’d sit on a bench in the school playground, homemade lunch in hand, and observe his peers hug and high five and laugh together, whilst ignoring the strange pang of something that would curl in his stomach, wanting more than ever for something he could never have.

 Even during his first year of Junior High, when he met the red haired genius of a delinquent called Karma, he didn’t let himself indulge in what normal friends would do. Sure, he felt comfortable around the first friend he’d ever had (though the unnatural comfort was often overshadowed by the awe and admiration that he was allowed in the company of someone as brilliant as Akabane Karma) but Karma had his own walls, his own issues and lack of trust, so there was always that unspoken distance between them, that slight tenseness that lingered between every (very) rare arm that was slung over his shoulder. Though they walked side by side, it was never hand in hand. Though they spent every free minute together there were never any fist bumps or high fives or hugs (Nagisa wondered if Karma even knew what hugs were). Karma kept to himself and so did he - they both had boundaries that the other respected.

 Until, Karma left. And he was alone again. 

 And as much as he said that he didn’t mind it - as much as he told himself that he was used to it ever since he woke up that one day and his father was nowhere to be found, the shouts and screams of his parents having their nth argument ringing in his ears even though his house was pitch quiet for once - it hurt. So when he was sent to E-Class with his head hung low and the voices of his former classes whispering their disgust trailing after him, he looked at the grenade in his hand and knew that he had nothing left to lose.

  (So why did Koro-Sensei save him? And why did it feel so good? )

  (And why did that mucus-like membrane shrouding him make his chest heat up with a feeling he’s never felt before?)

  It was during their lunch break when it happened.

 Nagisa was sitting by cross-legged at the base of a tree, reading an article about an upcoming superhero flick, whilst a group of his classmates were throwing, hitting and bouncing a ball in a game that Yada had called ‘don’t let the ball touch the ground’ but Kimura dubbed ‘the floor is lava for the ball and not us’ (he’ll let the jury decide which title was better) when he heard some rustling above him followed by groans.

 “Okajima,” Maehara whined, “you hit it too high.”

 “I’m sorry okay,” Okajima said, “I didn’t mean to get it stuck in some branch.”

 “Don’t worry,” Yada smiled at him, “I’m sure that we can get it down if we stand on each others shoulders or something.”

 “I don’t know,” Kataoka frowned. She looked up, making sure to cover her eyes from the sun, at the cursed branch, “it’s pretty high up. It’s safer for us to go and get a ladder.”

 “No need,” Nagisa said. Unbeknownst to them, the moment Nagisa had gotten whiff of what had happened, he jumped up and, as silent as a serpent, leaped nimbly from branch to branch until he reached the one with the ball. He carefully plucked it from where it was nestled in a groove before making his way back down again, all just before Kataoka spoke. He threw it into her hands.

 “What the- how the hell did you even do that?” Maehara’s jaw was dropped, frantically looking between the ball and the branch it was (he swore) a second ago.

 “How did no one even see him?” Okajima whispered.

 “Thank you, Nagisa,” Kurahashi beamed with the intensity of a thousand suns and threw her arms around him in one of her famous bear hugs, laughing in that usual bubbly way she always does. Nagisa freezes mid-flinch, almost petrified at the sudden contact. An unfamiliar warmth starts to spread across his chest. It was nice and almost comforting, drowning him with bright yellows and gentle goldens - making him feel like he was special. It took everything in him to not melt into it, a keening noise stuck at the base of his throat.

 When his mother touches him, he feels the sharp talons of her nails digging into his skin. When she pecks his cheek or forehead, he has to stop himself from wincing at the way cyanide seems to burn him where her lips leave. In all honesty, he’d rather the sharp slaps and objects flying at him, at least those forms of pain where only physical and didn’t leave a confusing sense of dichotomy where his emotions that craved for the positive contact to linger battled where his fight-or-flight survival instincts screamed at him to scrub every single atom of her off of him. Touch was something he could neither afford nor understand. 

 If he wanted warmth, he’d wrap himself up in scarves and throw on soft jumpers; if he wanted to feel safe, he’d make sure to do everything he can to not trigger his mother into another eruption; if he wanted contact then he’d find his old plushies buried deep in the confines of his closet and embrace them in hopes that it would be enough. For him, the closest he’s ever gotten to feeling that void in his chest was when words of affirmation would wash over him (it’s no secret to anyone that compliments can render him unable to function)(but can you blame him when compliments to him are as rare as painite?).

 When Kurahashi let go of him to go regale Yada with stories from a nature documentary she watched the night prior, he’s still stock still, dumbstruck, from that momentary embrace. He wanted her to come back so that he could feel it again. He wanted to feel her arms around his body like a safe little cocoon. He wanted to submit to that sunshine-like comfort and never get out of it. He craved that warmth so much it hurt him - why did it hurt so much?

 It made him feel so wanted . And lov-

 Is this why people hold hands all the time? 

 Later that night, he crushed one of his stuffed animals against his chest as he wrapped his arms around his body. He wondered why his pillowcase had wet stains on it when he woke up the next day.

 (He ignored the answer that gnawed him at the back of his mind)

  The second time he felt it was during a ‘completely necessary class bonding sleepover extravaganza’ (as Fuwa had put it) at the Nakamura household. With the blonde’s parents out of the country to visit her older brother, she had her entire house to herself - a house that was miraculously large enough to house twenty-seven teenage assassins in training (as well the phones that contained ‘Mobile Ritsu’).

“I still don’t understand why we can’t watch anime,” Fuwa pouted from her position on the kitchen island, her One-Piece-themed-socks-clad feet kicking up and down as she took another spoonful from the bowl of snickerdoodle cookie dough she had nicked from Hara and swallowed it, “it’s practically a staple for every good sleepover.”

 “Because, Fuwa,” Nakamura drawled in reply, her own hands busy pouring popcorn into bowls, “none of us want to see you go full otaku during our relaxing evening.”

 “It’s nothing against you Fuwa,” Nagisa had cut in quickly, having had made eye-contact with Isogai and Hara as the three of them were washing and drying the baking equipment they were using (“‘You know we have a dishwasher right?” Nakamura had called in amusement) and their combined parental instincts had deemed it necessary to extinguish anything that could potentially start something (and knowing this class, mountains can be made out of molehills as quickly as Koro-Sensei can fly from continent to continent), “it’s just that we think it might be a good idea to have more variety tonight. Next time we have a class movie night, you can choose anything you want.”

 “I’m holding you to that, Shiota,” Fuwa pointed her spoon at him with narrowed eyes before sliding herself off the table and sauntering off towards the living room.

 “She’s not going to get sick, eating all of that raw cookie dough, is she?” Nakamura asked, staring at the doorway.

 Hara smiled at her, “don’t worry, we made the dough edible.” She gave Nagisa a head pat with a slightly soapy hand, “you can finish with that bowl you’re drying and help me bring these trays to the living room, ‘kay Nagisa?”

 Nagisa nodded bashfully, trying to hide the redness that blossomed over his cheeks in reaction to Hara’s hand making contact with his scalp.

  "What do you mean 'we should watch a horror movie'?" Isogai asked his friend.

 "Exactly that class prez," Maehara grinned at the brunette, "you can't have a sleepover without a few screams."

 "Nor can you have one without anime but here we are," Fuwa grumbled to herself.

 "But what if people get scared?" Isogai asked, as always being the Ikeman he is and thinking about others. Bless him.

 "That's the point," Nakamura chirped, "it's the perfect bonding exercise. Nothing can bring together a group of rag-tag misfits like fear."

 "But-"

 "Don't worry," Nakamura said, "we have Karma and Hazama with us. I can assure that whatever we see on the television will be nowhere nearly as scary as them."

 "True that," the class sighed as the two students in question gave eerie, self-satisfied smirks.

 "Not to mention that we're all assassins in training," Okano said, "no evil spirit or crazy murderer would stand a chance against us."

 "And if they do, we can just sacrifice Terasaka to them," Hazama piped up, not even looking up from her book.

 "HEY! WHAT THE HELL?!"

 "Yeah, Hazama," Karma smirked, "as if they would even want him."

 "OI AKABANE, WHAT'S YOUR DEAL?!"

 "Hey, Nagisa," Kayano turned to her friend as Karma stuck his tongue out at Terasaka, "what kind of horror movies do you like?"

 “I don’t know,” Nagisa replied, idly tracing the outlines of the cartoon sushi pieces that patterned his pyjama bottoms, “I’ve never watched any horror movies so I wouldn’t know what is good.”

 Maehara grinned at them from under the hood of his Pikachu onesie, “Then have no fear, Nagisa. As a movie connoisseur-”

 “I thought that title was reserved for me?” Mimura raised his hand with an arched eyebrow.

 “-I would be more than happy to educate you, my young padawan-”

 “-I’m pretty sure he’s older than you,” Okano pointed out.

 “On the art of Horror Movie Binge-athons,” Maehara declared, ignoring the interruptions and pointing at the blunette in a very Fuwa-esque way.

 So that was how Nagisa found himself on one of the couches, two scream-fests later, sandwiched between Karma and Sugino, watching the end credits of The Ring. From his perch, he watched in interest at the horror-struck faces of his classmates below.

 “Dude,” Kimura breathed out in fear when the screen turned black, a shaky hand attempting to comfort a very visibly distressed Okajima, who had the athlete in a bone-crushing hug from behind as he hid behind him, “I am never going to answer a phone again.”

 After a full ten seconds of silence, the smartphone that was lying in front of him lit up, and the Sonic theme song ‘Gotta Go Fast’ cut through the air like a knife. Kimura jumped about a foot in the air, screaming, whilst the others around him did the same. Muramatsu and Yoshida, clung tighter onto Hazama, yelling about how they were too young to die whilst Okajima and Okano began praying to the gods.

 “Karma, stop it,” Nagisa sighed without even looking at the redhead next to him. When Karma smirked and ended the call on his phone, thus terminating the ringing, he turned and raised an unamused eyebrow at a snickering Nakamura who was filming the entire scene on her own phone. The blonde winked at him and raised a peace sign.

 “I know what we should watch next,” Yoshida said after a while and took the remote. He began to scroll through the movie suggestions on the screen, “Coraline.”

 “Isn’t ‘Coraline’ a kids’ movie?” Kataoka furrowed her eyebrows as she eyed the cartoonish movie poster on the television.

 Coraline was not a kids’ movie. It was a horrific abomination of nightmare fuel dolled up with pretty colours and a talking cat. At least with the other films they had watched that night, he was able to stand - jump scares don’t really work on someone that’s constantly on edge and no CGI generated creature of the supernatural could terrify him as the very real harpy that he shares a roof with. At most he stiffens up or just trains his eyes onto the kernels of popcorn that get sent flying whenever Okajima gets particularly frightened. He usually just tries to deconstruct the story from a logical standpoint, making sure to point out to himself the plot-holes to enhance the fact that it’s nothing more than fiction (instead of making these comments out loud like Sugaya and end up having a brigade of throw pillows assaulted onto him). However watching The Other Mother, who spoke with a honey-sweet tone but had that distinct aura of ‘threat threat threat’ made him feel more chills than watching the disfigured Samara Morgan crawl out of a television and murder people and whilst the revelation of her true colours weren’t completely unpredictable, it didn’t and the fear and acid crawling up his stomach.

  ‘You may come out... when you've learned to be a loving daughter!’

  ‘How dare you disobey your mother!’

 It was after watching that vile woman drag Coraline into that dark chamber and locking her inside it when he couldn’t take it. His frozen facade and almost petrified posture just broke. He lurched, fumbling for the blanket draped over his legs and pulled it up so that he could cover his head and buried himself under it. With his knees drawn up under the covers, he focused on controlling his breathing and trying to steady his shaking hands and starting-to-blur eyes in an attempt to push away the unpleasant flashbacks hissing around in his head like a viper. Suddenly out of nowhere, he felt a hand gently circle his wrist. He tensed, heart rate speeding up in a panic, before his skin registered the familiar feel of polyester - the material of Sugino’s red sweatbands (wait, does he even wear them to sleep? ). When he had physically relaxed, the- Sugino’s hand slowly and carefully - giving him ample time to pull away - moved his own and away from his legs and then interlocked his fingers between his. The skin on skin contact at the base of his fingers had caused the same warmth he had felt with Kurahashi spreading across his entire arm, stopping at his chest and swirling around like a mixture of comfort and elation, like he had just drank a cup of steaming milk tea. He steadily curled his own fingers downwards, letting the tips press down against the baseball-lover’s knuckles. The only response he got was a tight squeeze in return - not hard enough to sting but still grounding in a sense.

 Okay.

 He was okay, he can do this.

 It was during the climax of the film, when Coraline confronts that button-for-eyes-wearing she-devil, when Nagisa abandoned all inhibitions and pulled on the hand intertwined with his own, simultaneously pulling Sugino down and bringing himself up so that he could wrap his arms around the black-haired boy. His uncharacteristic actions even shocked himself but all of his usual anxiety’s of forcing his problems on others were pushed back by the voice in his head saying ‘safe safe safe get closer closer ’. With his eyes squeezed shut so tight they almost hurt, he felt something wet roll down his cheek and so he tightened the hold he had on his best friend. Sugino reciprocated, one of his own hands gently cupping the back of his head, fingers burying past silken blue hair, so that he could very lightly bring the other’s face closer and tuck it underneath his chin. Now normally, Nagisa would have combusted with embarrassment at being so close to another student, especially in such a public setting like this, but right now he felt like nothing more than some primal urge begging him to soak in as much of that embrace as possible. To be selfish for once and just stay as close as he can even if it means he dies there. To let himself be vulnerable for a change. The movie, those memories they all washed away and he felt nothing but safe….

  The next morning he woke up with his head on someone’s shoulder, a fluffy blanket raised upto his chin. He blinked the haziness out of his eyes to find himself in front of inky locks.

 “You alright there, Nagisa?” Sugino looked at him with a smile. Oh he was already up. That’s new.

 Nagisa’s eyes widened, his face erupting with redness as the events of the previous night replayed in his inner-theatre like those epic fail compilations Karma likes to laugh at. He jumped back to the other end of the couch, as far away from Sugino as possible.

 “Oh god, Sugino, I am so sorry,” Nagisa whispered as loudly as he could without waking up his still snoozing classmates, “what happened last night was so weird and I put you in such an awkward position and I’m super sorry I swear that will never happen again and you must’ve been so embarrassed honestly you should've just pushed me off when I fell asleep I really wouldn’t have minded this was so weird and-”

 “Nagisa, chill,” Sugino moved closer and placed a hand on the rambling boy’s shoulder, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards with slight amusement, “it’s cool. It’s normal for people to get scared during horror movies - it’s kind of the reason why they were made, you know. Besides if you looked really distressed and if I couldn’t do anything to help you then why are we even friends.”

 “Yeah but-”

 “No buts,” Sugino cut in, “you’re always ready to help others so don’t be surprised to find otu that others want to help you.”

 Nagisa sighed. He looked up at the other boy with a slight blush, “well, um, thank you. For that. It was really nice of you.”

 Sugino’s hand squeezed on his shoulder and he felt that familiar thrill shoot down his arm as the taller smiled, “no problem, Nagisa.”

 (“Next time we decide to do a bonding activity,” Fuwa says during breakfast as she’s munching through a honey dripping pancake, “we should all go camping.”

 Collectively the class shuddered, their minds being filled with visions of Fuwa holding up a chainsaw on full speed and running around like a mad woman, of fire enveloping a forest and demolishing a once peaceful campsite and dark grey mushroom clouds puffing out like an ashy eruption, “no thank you.”)

  For some reason he finds himself in these sort of situations more and more. Like when he feels himself clinging closer to Okano when she bridal carries him up the mountain after he had injured his leg during a training exercise (which is interesting because normally being in such an unmasculine position would make his insecurities flare up like crazy); or when his arms tighten around Karma so much that it feels like their bodies are going to fuse together when the red head piggy-back carries him during a race; or when he just sighs in contentment when Maehara slings him over his shoulder instead of flailing around like he usually would when the brown-eyed boy declared that he was studying too hard and ‘offered’ to take him karaoke singing with everyone else.

 In the back of his mind, he feels like the amount of affectionate touches he receives have almost quadrupled in size -  there hasn’t been a day where he hasn’t gotten either a head pat, friendly noogie or side hug. There was even a tickling incident that led to his male classmates dogpiling him (because in 3-E the A in PDA can also mean aggression).

 No one comments on it though.

 It’s almost like Irina-Sensei’s comment about the students of 3-E having ‘some creepy hive mind’ is actually true.

 (That comment actually lead to the class planning via group chat to speak in monotonic unison in front of her for an entire half an hour just to mess with her. It worked.)

  “I still don’t understand why you people like drinking this leaf juice,” Fuwa scrunched her nose at the ceramic cup in her hand. Due to the pleasant weather, Kanzaki, Kayano and Okuda decided to have a tea party and Nagisa being the tea lover that he was was more than happy to accept their invitation.

 “Hey,” Kayano glared at her, making a shooing gesture with one of her hands, “Group four only.”

 “Kayano,” Nagisa said firmly, “she can stay if she wants.”

 “But she’s disrespecting the tea.”

 Nagisa shook his head and sighed whilst Kanzaki giggled into her cup.

 “Listen Fuwa,” Kayano rounded on the female otaku, “whilst I stand by the statement that pudding is the closest thing to perfection humanity has ever created and I would sell this entire class for a lifetime supply of pudding cups without a second thought (“Say what now?” Nagisa backtracked), a cup of nice warm tea can truly heal your soul. It’s science.”

 “That is true,” Okuda piped up, gently pushing her glasses up, “a cup of hot anything in your hands mimics human warmth which is said to have calming properties. So it basically means that warm drinks can mimic the need for human care and touch.”

 ‘ Well ,’ Nagisa blinked, thinking back to the mountain of tea bags that reside in his bedroom’s dustbin, ‘ that explains a lot. ’

 “So if you guys ever feel too single,” Fuwa laughed and gave them double finger guns, “you know what to do.”

 Whilst the rest of his company gave responding giggles, Nagisa felt a tug on his elbow and let it go limp to allow the greenette sitting next to him to tug it downwards. When he felt her link her pinky with his he turned to look at her to see a sunny beam directed straight at him.

 And he smiles back.

 Because he’s not alone anymore.

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Seems like its been forever since I’ve posted a fluff! This wasn’t really a request, but after a convo with an anon who popped up in my ask, this little fic came to be. It’s a little shorter than most of my fics, but I think it suits the purpose. It’s short, sweet and to the point. Hope you all enjoy! Happy reading!

Spencer Reid/Reader

Rating: G (fluff)

Word Count: 1,524

Cheers and laughter filled the night air, music accompanying the happy sounds.

You took another drink of your champagne, the carbonated bubbles tickling your nose. You were already on your third glass of it, but it was a celebration, so no big deal.

One of your best friends Jennifer Jareau had finally married the love of her life, Will LaMontagne Jr. You couldn’t be more happy for them. They’d been together for over five years, been parents to their amazing little boy named Henry for four years and now they were tying the knot. They were a great couple.

You took a large swallow of your alcohol, your head buzzing since the middle of your second glass.

“What are you waiting for, girly?” Penelope Garcia twirled by you, in the arms of Derek Morgan, “Come dance already!”

You laughed, shaking your head, grabbing another glass of champagne after you finished your previous one. 

“Don’t you think you’ve had enough?” a slightly slurring Spencer Reid, meandered up to you.

You giggled, your head now swimming more than before. Apparently, you were drunker than you thought.

“And how much have you had, mishter?” you slurred, yourself.

“Two glasses,” he grinned, proudly.

“I saw you stumble over your own feet just ten minutes ago.”

He waved a hand, loosely.

“No big deal. Come on, wanna dance?”

“With you as drunk as you are? Psh no way.”

“Too bad,” he giggled, pulling you out to the dance floor, causing you to deposit your glass on the nearest passing surface.

“I wasn’t done with that,” you pouted.

“You can get another one later, Y/N,” he said, moving to the fast paced song.

Your hips swayed to the song as he twirled you quite literally around the dance floor. It did nothing for your already spinning head, but you were laughing and smiling so hard, that you didn’t want to stop.

“You’re cute when you smile,” he chuckled.

His hand was on your back and you were pulling him by his hands to dance to the next song.

“You’re cute in a tux.”

“Maybe I should wear them to work more often,” he joked.

“I wouldn’t mind.”

The alcohol was making your tongue loose and your inhibitions around your friend and coworker disappear.

“You’re cute,” he grinned.

“You’re cuter,” you chuckled, booping his nose and giggling.

The DJ decided to take a break and of course, that was when you and Spencer decided to fetch you both more alcohol.

“Yo, PG! Can I get a shot for myself and my lady here?” Spencer hollered.

You had to stifle your laugh with your hand at Garcia’s startled look.

“How much has he had to drink?” you heard Morgan mumble, “I’ve never seen him like this.”

“Neither have I,” Garcia mumbled back.

She poured two shots and handed them to Spencer. He handed one to you and clinked his shot glass against yours.

Throwing it back with a wince, you moved to sit down in one of the chairs but squealed when you felt arms around your waist. Spencer pulled you into his lap with a big grin.

You didn’t miss the wide eyes of some of your other coworkers.

“What?” you asked, clearly confused.

“Nothing, nothing.” Morgan said.

“Have fun little love birds,” Garcia called over her shoulder.

Your brain was too hazy from the drinks to register what she’d said, so you turned back to Spencer.

“You smell good,” he grinned, nuzzling his face into your neck.

“It’s Sí by Giorgio Armani. I only wear it for you.”

“Do you now?” he grinned, flirtatiously.

“UNCA SPENCA!”

You both turned to see Henry running over.

“Pway wiff me?” he asked.

You stood from his lap and he got up, scooping Henry in his arms.

“Little man is going on a flight!”

“Spencer Reid, don’t you dare drop my son!” JJ hollered across the lawn.

You giggled, grabbing a fresh glass of champagne, watching as Spencer put Henry down and Henry started chasing Spencer in circles.

“What is with you guys tonight?” Emily asked, walking over, studying you.

“What do you mean?”

“You two just seem...different.”

You shrugged, not knowing what to say.

“Everything is as normal as always.”

The DJ started the music up again and you grinned.

“Time to hit the dance floor again!”

You danced all the way back towards the floor, your champagne flute still in hand.

•

Spencer found you next to the gift table, where you were standing, taking a breather.

“Guess what?” he asked.

“Hmm?”

“I got you these gifts. I hope you like them.” 

He tried to motion to them, but fell against the table, pushing some of the gifts off the table.

“Spencer!”

You gasped, then burst into giggles, trying to straighten them before anyone noticed.

The music changed from the more fast paced and upbeat songs that had been playing, to a slower song.

“Dance with me,” Spencer said, suddenly serious.

You obliged him.

He took your hand, leading you out to the dance floor where he slowly danced with you in his arms.

His arms were around your waist and yours were on his chest as he spun you gently, landing you right back against his chest, breathless.

Maybe it was more than the alcohol, but in your fuzzy brain, it seemed to make sense to kiss him. 

So, you did.

You leaned your face upwards to his, meeting his lips as you kissed him.

The world spun and disappeared around you as all you could focus on was him kissing you back.

You never saw the shocked and wide eyed looks from the rest of the team as they stared at the two of you.

You didn’t miss the statement from David Rossi though.

“Maybe we need to get them drunk more often so they’ll finally admit they like each other.”

•

By the time the sun made its appearance again the next morning, you were waking up groggy and incredibly hungover.

Rossi didn’t let anyone leave last night due to the fact that everyone had been drinking. So his house—or mansion, as he preferred to call it—had become a crash pad for everyone until they were sober enough to drive home.

Rossi’s instructions were the only thing you remembered from the previous night. The only thing you remembered prior to that was the ceremony. You must’ve drank a lot.

You were sitting up from the couch, rubbing your head when you saw Spencer walking in from the kitchen.

“Morning,” he whispered, looking as hungover as you.

You groaned in response. 

“Here, I figured you’d want some relief as well,” Spencer said, handing over a bottle of water and an ibuprofen.

“Bless you.”

You took it, sipping the water gently. 

Luckily, you weren’t one to vomit much during a hangover, but you knew if you gulped the water like you’d been in the Sahara desert for months, you definitely would be sick.

“How much did I drink last night? What did I drink last night?” 

You rubbed your temples, trying to soothe the throbbing in your head with no luck.

“I don’t even remember what I drank,” Spencer chuckled, sitting next to you.

“Well good morning love birds!” came a loud holler.

You groaned, covering your ears at the loud volume.

“Morgan, I swear if you don’t shut up,” you grumbled.

“Aw, did someone wake up on the wrong side of a lonely couch this morning?” he teased, “I was sure you’d end up sleeping with your boyfriend.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” 

You winced, your words a bit too loud to your own ears.

“You and pretty boy over here were all over each other last night,” Morgan said, coming into the room, a bagel in hand.

Your eyes widened, your face burning.

“Stop joking around. What really happened?”

“He’s not lying,” Garcia said, walking in with JJ in tow, “You were arguing at one point with one another about who was the cutest.”

“Plus you were in his lap half the night,” JJ added.

You groaned, burying your face into the back of the couch.

“Well I figured you two decided to finally admit that you liked each other,” Morgan announced, beaming.

You took a peek at Spencer, who until this point had remained silent.

His lips were pressed together and pulled inward, like he was trying to suppress a smile. His glance darted to you and the dam broke, freeing the smile. You felt a flutter in your chest at it.

“Hey you finally kissed, so at least you finally have proof that you like each other,” Garcia pointed out.

You groaned again; you couldn’t feel any more embarrassed if you tried. 

You felt a touch against your arm. You looked up to see Spencer, watching you. His hand glided down your arm, to your hand, which he took in his with a small smile.

Maybe the alcohol hadn't been such a bad idea.

Derek’s exiting comment had you both trying to hold back your laughter.

“If we knew all it took was to get you guys drunk, we would’ve done it sooner!”

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Irreverent Pt. 36 - Home

Title: Irreverent Pt. 36 - Home Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x Reader Rating: T Words: 4076

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The wind was blowing harshly against the house, causing quite the ruckus as Aaron got ready for work in the morning. Jack was already dressed and downstairs and the two of you were waiting on him to finish getting ready. He'd taken a call that morning, resulting in him running behind.

As he grabbed a tie from the closet, he took note of the fact that pretty much his entire wardrobe had managed its way into the other half of your closet. Despite having His and Hers closet space built into your home, you'd never expanded past one side, which had left the entire other half for him. It had been at least a couple of months since he'd been to his own apartment. His lease was ending next month and it was something he figured he should discuss with you soon, seeing as both him and Jack were practically moved in. He'd begun to accept that your relationship wouldn't be moving at anything remotely resembling a normal pace. How could it when Jack had had a room in your house for years, photos of him with Haley, his aunt and cousins, Aaron, and you occupying an entire wall.

The first time Jack had dragged Aaron upstairs in your house to his room, Aaron hadn't been sure how to feel. It was a while ago now, soon after Haley's death. Aaron and Jack had been spending more time at your place, his apartment a cold reminder of what they'd lost. But you'd been in the kitchen and Aaron had arrived for dinner with Jack, when his son had insisted on getting the toys from his room. In the past, the toys had sat in a chest in the foyer, so this was new. The room was like something out of a Pottery Barn catalog, no expense spared. But what had caught his attention was the single photo of Jack and Haley on the wall closest to the bed. Over time that wall had grown, but that first picture had remained in the center. That had been the day Aaron had known with absolute certainty - you loved Jack. You always would.

When he got downstairs, you were bundling Jack into his coat. Upon seeing him, you smiled and indicated to his breakfast. He walked around and noticed your navy blue top and smugly pointed to his tie. It had become somewhat of a game for the two of you. If you got ready without him seeing you and he still managed to pick the right tie color, he felt like he'd won. He was good at winning.

"Jack, remember, Mrs. Avery will pick you up after school," you reminded him. You and Aaron had made the decision to get Jack a nanny so he'd have more personal attention from an adult. Mrs. Avery was an older lady with many references and previous experience with children of diplomats. She was used to a high stress life and demanding parents, and she was absolutely wonderful with Jack.

"Can we go to the park after school?" Jack asks, finishing off by pulling a beanie over his head to protect from the chill.

"We're going to leave that up to Mrs. Avery," Aaron says, jokingly pointing at Jack with his fork. "You'll have to go through her - she's not easy to pull a fast one on."

Jack laughed and gave his father a lighthearted roll of his eyes. Mrs. Avery was putty in his hands as long as he finished his homework and asked politely.

"Alright, Jack you're with me this morning. Y/N has to go in to work early," Aaron tells him, getting up to put his plate in the dishwasher.

You had an early meeting with McKinney, after which the team was sure to be pulled into a case if Aaron's morning call was anything to go off of.

You kneel down to hug Jack. "Have a good day baby, I love you."

"I love you too, Y/N." Jack places a small kiss to your cheek before going to grab his backpack.

"I love you too, Y/N," Aaron teases, as you kiss him goodbye, hurrying out the door.

The eyerolls were definitely something Jack got from you.

*------------*

Director McKinney felt you were ready to take on a challenge and he had laid out a couple of different assignments for you to look over and give a perspective on. You'd walked out of his office with three large files tucked under your arm and met up with everyone else in the parking garage. Penelope had already texted you that there would indeed be a case, and as you got into the back with JJ, Aaron handed you the shoes you'd forgotten at home, from the front. You thanked him, grateful to be out of the heels you'd worn for your morning meeting. Heels were great for feeling tall in the office but impractical for chasing after Unsubs. You saw JJ take note of your exchange with Aaron and she made a teasing kissy face at you.

The others briefed you on the case on the way to the plane to Charleston. Three women had all gone missing under odd circumstances and yesterday the first one's body had been surfaced in a lake by some fishermen. It was suspected that there was a serial killer and the time between disappearances was shortening fast.

You theorized on the profile with the rest of the team on the plane before everyone turned to do their own thing for the remainder of the flight. You sat next to Aaron, flipping through the case files McKinney had given you. They were all interesting in their own right and you realized he was using them to gauge where your interests lied. The cases were all pretty different - the one based out of DC, tracking internal threats posed by large lobby groups and their connections to foreign governments caught your interest.

Aaron watched as you shifted to pull your hair away from your face. You'd been working a lot more and hadn't shirked in your duties to the BAU while taking on all the extra work McKinney was asking of you. He knew a time would come soon when he wouldn't have you on the team any longer - not the way you were going. McKinney had sent him a note regarding having you split your time between the BAU and other groups.

He had some things he wanted to talk to you about, but was holding it back for later that night when you two would be alone. While the team now knew about your relationship, at your core you were both relatively private people and tried to not mix work with your relationship. You shifted, bringing the file closer to your face, and caught him looking at you. You briefly smiled at him before returning to the file, resting the hand closest to him casually on his thigh. Aaron smiled at the gesture, covering your hand with his own, before turning back towards his own files.

*------------*

The team had spent the day following up on leads while Hotch had coordinated with local officials in the Charleston PD. The local detectives seemed to react better to a softer touch, so JJ had stuck around with him and Reid while the rest of you went to go interview the missing women's friends and family.

"How're things with Savannah?" you ask Derek as the two of you drive over to interview the best friend. He'd seemed tense all week and you had a feeling something was off.

"Haven't seen her in three weeks," Derek replies, turning a sharp left. At your raised eyebrow, he sighs and continues, "I don't know, it's hard you know. She's on call and any time we make plans the team catches a case. We were supposed to go away this weekend and here we are on a new case on a Thursday. What do you think the odds are that we're home in time?"

You sighed sympathetically. He wasn't wrong - work cut into a lot of things with everyone's relationships and family. Jack had a class presentation tomorrow which neither you nor Aaron would make it to. Mrs. Avery had promised to send a video.

"Make small plans, Derek. It's hard to be there for the big stuff all the time. But you can be there for the little ones. Bring her coffee in the morning or be sure to catch her after her shift for dinner. It's too hard if you're always chasing the weekend getaways." You and Aaron had been trying to plan a trip away with Jack for weeks now and it hadn't materialized. You made do with cuddling him on weekend mornings and lazing on the couch with a movie.

Derek looks at you for a beat before nodding, and drawing the car to a stop in front of the house.

Later that evening, Hotch had called it a night for the team finally around nine and everyone had gone to the hotel to sleep. He had just gotten out of the shower, towel wrapped around his waist. You'd already gotten ready for bed and were propped up against the headboard, McKinney's case files in your lap.

Aaron started to dig through his bag for his pajamas, remembering that he still had to talk to you about some stuff and didn't want to forget it again. "Hey, listen," he says, grabbing his clothes and the face moisturizer that you'd insisted he start using (Good skincare is not a joking matter, Aaron, and you'll thank me later when you still look like you're forty and Dave looks eighty.)

You hummed behind him so he continued. "My lease ends next month."

You're still distracted by the files in front of you so you don't look up as you respond. "Okay, did you want to look for a new place?"

Aaron freezes. You thought he should look for a new place? He'd thought you'd be on the same page as him - him and Jack being practically moved in couldn't have escaped your notice. You didn't seem to have a problem with it…

You realize that he hasn't responded after a minute, so you look up and see him standing there and looking at you oddly - he seems upset. You think back to what you'd just said - there wasn't anything wrong there, unless he'd misunderstood…

"I'm sorry," you speak again, putting down your files, and really looking at him. "I didn't mean you should look for a new place," you explain. "I meant, do you want to look for a new place together - for you, me, and Jack?"

He visibly relaxes at your words and lets out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding. Feeling much reassured, he replies, "No, I'm fine with your place." He pulls on his pajamas and hangs the towel to dry, before climbing into bed beside you.

"You're sure? My place is a little girly - we could find somewhere you could have an office or something. Or if you don't want to move, we can bring in some of the stuff from the apartment - redecorate a bit."

He leans over and places a kiss to your cheek. "I am perfectly happy with it as is. Plus, you rarely use your office. I'm the only one that even uses it. But, if you want to redecorate, we can."  

He was right about that. You had a bad habit of working from bed.

"Maybe eventually." You move your files to the nightstand and shift to lay down against him. "I don't think I can handle a decorating project right now, to be honest."

Aaron had been worried about that. You'd been working a lot more recently. "You're sure you're alright, still doing our cases too? It's not too much?"

You sigh and snuggle in closer, prompting him to wrap his arms around you. "No. We both know it'll happen eventually. Just, not yet."

*------------*

Garcia had managed to tie the victims together in an odd way. All three women had dated and subsequently broken up with the same man - Keith Halpert. Halpert had jumped off of a bridge after the final breakup (all of which apparently happened due to his lack of sexual potency) and died a few months back. The team had managed to bring in Keith's older brother - Daniel - who had been deployed overseas at the time of his brother's suicide. It appeared that coming home to his brother's death had resulted in a break which caused him to blame the women for Ketih's suicide. He'd started going through them one by one.

JJ and Reid had taken this particular interrogation while the rest of you watched from the other room. You'd started paying more attention to Aaron's leadership style and noted that he really did try to expose everyone on the team to all parts of the job. JJ hadn't done too many interrogations since becoming a profiler, so sending her in with Reid had been an interesting call in your opinion. But you saw how they played off of one another and it being Reid instead of Hotch or Rossi allowed JJ to feel more in control. You could see that it had been the right decision.

From the interrogation room, you can hear Daniel finally break. "They hurt him. They made fun of him. They're the reason he's dead. So yeah, you wanna hear that I killed them? Of course I did. They deserved it."

"Well, that's good enough for me." Rossi taps on the glass to indicate to Reid and JJ that they're good to close up.

"The things people do for family." Emily sighs, and you can tell she's just happy the case is over.

"I don't know. Seems a little nuts. I mean I get your family being the people you'd die for, but going on a killing spree…" Derek shakes his head as both JJ and Reid emerge.

You find yourself disagreeing with him, but you're not sure you should voice it. You look at Daniel and find yourself almost understanding him. Derek was wrong. Family wasn't the people that you died for. In your jobs, you'd all walked into the face of certain death for complete strangers. No - family was not the people you would die for. Family was the people you'd kill for.

*------------*

You and Aaron had both managed to block out a day to completely move him and Jack out of their apartment, while Jess watched Jack. There weren't too many things there and you'd brought back everything worth keeping in just a couple of trips.

Aaron was sat in his chair in the office, which was the one space you two felt was worth putting the effort into redoing. His old desk from the apartment had been moved in and you had rearranged it so your desks faced one other. Aaron was sifting through old documents and deciding what could be discarded while you sat on the floor, leaning against his legs, and went through boxes of mementos to arrange into the shelves lining the room.

You'd already come across his high school yearbooks and he'd gotten some ribbing about his "80s boyband hair" and the fact that he had been a literal Eagle Scout. Because of course he had. You reached into the cardboard box and took out a large blue album. Expecting there to be photos of him and Haley, you flipped it open, only to see cut out newspaper articles.

"What's this?" you asked, tilting your head up to Aaron.

He looks down at what you're holding and you see a fond smile grace his face. He puts down the papers he's holding, leaning down to run his fingers over the article. "Haley and I - we would cut out articles that we liked," he explains, moving his hand from the album to come rest on your head, fingers tangling in your hair. "Anything that really spoke to either of us or felt like it accompanied a milestone, we'd cut it out and paste in here."

You smile, nodding at his explanation. Him and Haley had been really cute with stuff like that and it was always special learning about the little traditions they'd had. You flip through the articles, your eyes skimming the titles - articles from their hometown paper, one from The Seattle Times from the month they moved there, a review from a restaurant in D.C. they'd undoubtedly ate at. It was a chronograph of their life together.

Aaron found himself watching you peruse the album, taking in all of these things that happened to him which preceded you and were intimately tied to his life with Haley. The soft smile on your face as you took it all in - you'd always been so wonderful about his and Haley's relationship and her continued role in your lives.

He was just about to turn back to sorting through the papers scattered on the desk, when he felt you tense against his legs. Your hands moved slowly over the title of an article, and as Aaron read over your shoulder, he saw that it was an article related to the Gilbert and Sullivan play during which him and Haley had met. His eyes scanned through the title and content of the article, unsure why this would've caught your attention. That is, until his eyes caught the byline and he felt his stomach clench.

"Matthew wrote that," he says, his voice obviously having startled you, as you flinch as though you'd been caught doing something wrong.

You start to say something but then seem to think better of it, shutting the album and standing up to start organizing the shelves. Aaron can't help the dread he starts to feel. Anytime your ex-fiancé has come up he's learned something awful about him. Aaron's well aware of how painful that relationship was for you, but he doesn't want to let this go.

He moves to grab your waist and pull you back towards him. "What were you going to say?" he asks, his concern for you fully evident in his tone and how gently his hands smoothed over your back.

You look at him, appearing conflicted on what to say and he can tell you're about to brush it away. He pulls you closer, bringing you down to sit sideways across his thighs. "Hey, come on," he says softly, "please tell me."

You bite your lip, not meeting his eyes. "You're going to think I'm really stupid," you mumble, your hands finding the edge of his shirt and bunching into it.

"I really doubt that," he reassures you, pressing a soft kiss to your temple as your eyes flutter shut and you take a deep breath.

You struggled to meet his eyes, your shoulders tense and hands clenched tightly around the fabric of his shirt. But he's looking at you with such concern and love - you don't want him to worry or misconstrue your reaction. "Matthew didn't write that," you explain. His brows furrow and you can feel him tense underneath you. "I did."

Aaron closes his eyes for a moment, processing what you'd just told him. Slowly he asks, "Then why is his name on the article?"

You aren't looking at him any longer, instead turning your face forward. It's easier to explain if you don't have to watch the disappointment in his eyes. "When I was a freshman, I tried out for the Crimson. Every freshman wanting to be on the paper has to write an article for the department they're trying out for. I wrote mine for the arts and chose The Pirates of Penzance, because I'd seen the Harvard theatre troupe perform it. Matthew was a senior and editor in chief of the paper. When he read it, he told me it was some of the best work he'd ever read by a freshman."

Aaron nods. It had been an exceptionally well written article talking about the relevance of Gilbert and Sullivan's works in the modern age. Both him and Haley had really loved the article and that's why it had made its way into the album.

"But," and you take a deep breath, building up to the crux of the matter, "he told me that freshmen who weren't on the paper yet couldn't get published and that it would look a lot more credible if someone with more experience was listed in the byline."

Aaron's face turned stony. The bastard had recognized your work as exceptional and then taken credit for it.

"And then," you continued, "it got picked up by the New York Times for their arts and leisure feature." You let out a hollow half laugh. "It was unheard of - a freshman being picked."

"Why didn't you say something?" Aaron asks, his hands running soothingly down your thighs. You can tell he's angry by how stiff his posture is.

"I did - I was so mad at him. And then he asked me to be his girlfriend. He was a good looking, charming, senior from a decent family - my parents approved. I'd never had a boyfriend before, and well…it wasn't as though I wanted to be a journalist anyways," you shrug. Aaron has some idea of how different things were for you in college - how different you'd been. But you know that everytime it has to surprise him at least a little bit. It's as though you're talking about an entirely different person.

When Aaron speaks next, his voice is low and controlled and you can tell it's taking a considerable amount of effort for him to not scare you with how outraged he is on your behalf. "You were young and he manipulated you. You didn't deserve that."

Your smile sadly at his words and nod, agreeing with him. "I know. I let him get away with a lot because I didn't know any better back then."

It's quiet for a moment before you speak again. "It's different with you, you know. With Matthew there were so many times where I had to convince myself that he was the right choice - that I should be with him. I knew that he wasn't a good person but he fit the mold of who I was expected to be with. Someone who pursued power and opportunity and on whose arm, I would be the perfect wife." Your voice has a bitter quality to it as you speak. "But with you, I've never once questioned it. I've always known how good of a person you are, Aaron."

Aaron feels his stomach unclench slightly as you speak. He reaches up to cup your face, bringing your lips down to his in a sweet kiss. As you pull away, your eyes seem brighter and there's a hint of a smile on your lips. He can feel the tenseness of your earlier conversation leaving you slowly.

"You want to know a secret?" you ask, your arms coming to wind around his neck.

At his smile, you continue. "Back when I first joined the team, Reid and I had this bit we would do. Anytime we weren't sure what to do, we'd ask each other - W.W.H.D - What Would Hotch Do?"

Aaron rolls his eyes and huffs out a laugh. "You put me on way too high of a pedestal, sweetheart," he mumbles, his head tucked into the crook of your neck.

You move to meet his eyes, your hand coming down to cup his jaw. "No, I don't. You're my moral compass Aaron. You're the voice in my head, telling me the right thing to do, and you have been for as long as I've known you."

Aaron has no idea how to respond to your statement. There's not a doubt in his mind that you're being completely honest about this.

"I didn't grow up around good people, Aaron. You're the person who taught me that being good and moral doesn't have to be a weakness - but that it can be a strength. And you show me and Jack that, every single day."

He can feel the sincerity radiating off of you and he leans into your touch, your lips meeting his again, all consuming.