#water softeners Las vegas

[skateordiebitch]

Request: Dom proposing after a short while of dating (like a year idk) because he’s just never felt like that before and is really happy with you. Maybe even eloping after a while of being engaged? Lol idk

I love the way you write him though, and your latest fics made me think of this! 🫣

Thank you🤍

DANCING IN THE COURTHOUSE || D.F. x reader

summary: in which dominic finally pops the question.

word count: 3.1k

wait y'all are so good at coming up with these... i just recently watched 'anora' hence the las vegas eloping!!! #inspired. the movie was so good! anyways i hope you guys enjoy this as much as i enjoyed writing it <3 requests r always open!

Dominic’s hands trembled slightly as he slipped the key into the door of the apartment you shared. The moment you stepped inside, you could feel the weight of the night—his sold-out concert, the long months of hard work, the screaming fans, the adrenaline. 

But in the quiet of the apartment, away from the lights and noise, it felt like it was just the two of you again, alone in the world, as it had always been when the chaos faded.

It was just past midnight, but the air in the apartment still buzzed with energy, the kind of energy that only a night like this could leave behind. 

Dominic closed the door behind him, leaning back against it for a second as if he needed a moment to catch his breath. 

His eyes found you immediately, and in the soft light of the apartment, you looked more stunning than ever. Your eyes sparkled, still alive with the afterglow of the concert, and he couldn’t help but feel a rush of affection for you.

You kicked off your shoes and slid your jacket off, your movements a little sluggish, a little carefree, as if the world outside was a distant memory. 

“Need some water or something?” you asked, your voice teasing but full of warmth. You were always the one who kept everything grounded, even in the wildest moments.

“Yeah, maybe that’ll help,” he chuckled, but it wasn’t the water he was after. 

He grabbed the glass you handed him, his fingers brushing against yours, sending a jolt through him. The simple touch made his pulse race. 

But instead of drinking, he set it down on the counter, his eyes never leaving you. His mind was elsewhere, the weight of everything building as he took in the room—this apartment, this life, this person.

You looked at him curiously, tilting your head. “What’s on your mind, baby?” you asked, your voice soft and reassuring, “You never look like this after a show.”

Dominic swallowed hard, clearing his throat. “You know, tonight’s been pretty crazy,” he said, the words coming out more fragile than he expected. He smiled, though, the thought of the night’s success still buzzing in the back of his mind.

You raised an eyebrow, leaning against the counter. “You mean the part where you performed in front of thousands of screaming fans, and fucking killed it?” You smirked. “Yeah, I was there. I saw it.”

Dominic’s gaze softened as he stepped closer, his voice quieter now, almost vulnerable. “Yeah, that was incredible. But I wasn’t talking about the concert, or the show. I was talking about you and me. The last year… it’s been more than I could’ve ever imagined.”

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked at him, sensing the change in the air. 

This wasn’t just a casual conversation anymore. He was serious. And it slightly terrified you, “What do you mean?” you asked, a little breathless.

He reached for your hand, his thumb grazing the skin of your wrist as he gently pulled you closer. 

“It’s weird, you know? It’s just… I grew up dreaming about this life—touring, being on stage, making music. I thought that’s what I was chasing. But then… then you walked in, and suddenly everything changed.”

“In a good way… Right?” You asked, feeling your heart skip a beat.

He chuckles softly, nodding his head, “Yeah, baby. The best way possible. I realized that everything I thought I wanted wasn’t the real dream at all. You were. You are.”

You felt your breath catch as his words settled in, and for a moment, everything else in the world fell away. 

The noise, the expectations, the future—it all blurred, leaving only Dominic and the intensity of his gaze.

“I never thought I’d be someone who needed someone else, but with you, I feel different,” he continued, his voice steady now but filled with emotion. “Being with you makes me feel like I’m finally moving in the right direction. It’s like for the first time in my life, I’m running toward something, not away from it. You’re that something. You make me want to be better, to be more. I don’t know how I got this lucky.”

His words struck a chord deep inside of you. You could feel your heart flutter wildly, the intensity of the moment almost overwhelming. “Dom, you make me feel like I can do anything. You make me want to be better, too.”

He smiled, his eyes shining with that familiar affection. But then his expression changed, growing more serious again. 

He squeezed your hand, his voice dropping to a whisper. “I know this is sudden, but I need to know. I need to ask you something.”

Before you could respond, Dominic reached into his pocket. 

You froze for a second, heart pounding, unsure of what was happening. 

Was this a dream?

He pulled out a small velvet box and slowly, carefully, opened it. 

Inside was a simple but stunning engagement ring, sparkling softly under the kitchen lights. Your breath hitched, your chest tightening as you looked from the box to his face, the gravity of the moment sweeping over you.

“I’m asking with everything in me… Will you marry me?” Dominic asked, his voice barely above a whisper, full of vulnerability and earnestness. “I know it’s only been a year, but I’ve never felt this sure about anything in my life. I want this. I want us. I want you.”

You stared at him for a long moment, the words barely reaching you as a flood of emotions crashed over you. 

Everything you had ever wanted, everything you had dreamed of—it was right here, in front of you, in the form of Dominic. 

You opened your mouth to speak, but the words didn’t come. Instead, you simply nodded, tears filling your eyes. It started as small tears, trickling down your cheek, to you almost full on sobbing;

“Yes. Yes, of course I will! I want this too… I want you, always.”

Dominic exhaled a breath he didn’t realize he was holding. 

A grin broke across his face as he slid the ring onto your finger, his hands shaking with excitement and disbelief. Then he pulled you into his arms, lifting you off the ground in a tight embrace, as if he couldn’t hold you close enough.

“I fucking love you,” Dominic exclaims, “So much,” He was the happiest you’ve ever seen him; No sold out show, no amount of followers, fans, or fame, has given him the smile that you saw on his face in this moment.

He held you there, his lips pressing against your temple as you both stood, basking in the joy of the moment. You laughed, shaky and breathless, feeling overwhelmed by the love that wrapped around you both. 

No sold-out show, no roaring crowd, had ever given him the feeling that surged through him now—the pure, unadulterated joy of knowing you were his, and he was yours.

“I can’t believe this is happening,” you whispered.

Dominic pulled back just enough to look at you, his face soft with tenderness. “I’ve been waiting my whole life for this moment, you know that?” His voice was thick with emotion. 

“But, Dom, I haven’t even given my wedding day a thought, I don’t even know when, how, where— I never thought I would get married,“ You admit.

You truly haven’t; All your life you just assumed you’d be stuck in the dating phase. That you would date until you were fifty. Marriage had seemed so out of the question— Even with Dominic, you could see marriage, but never in a million years expected it.

The smile on Dominic’s face never disappeared, so you assumed that he had yet another trick up his sleeve. Your brow furrowed in curiosity, a grin emerging, “What are you thinking?”

Dominic grinned, the familiar mischievous glint lighting up his eyes. “Well… I’ve always dreamed that if I ever got married, it had to be in Vegas. And it had to be by Elvis.”

You blinked, caught off guard by his sudden burst of excitement. “Wait, really?!” you giggled, “You want to get married by Elvis?”

He laughed, his hands sliding down your arms to hold you by the waist. “I mean, shit, why not? It’s been my dream forever, and you’ve made all of mine come true already. This is my last one, and I can’t think of anyone better to share it with than you.”

You couldn’t help but burst into laughter. 

This was so Dominic—spontaneous, weird, and a little crazy—but in the best way. This man is unapologetically himself. And for the first time, you realized how much you loved that about him. 

This wasn’t a traditional proposal, and that was exactly why it was perfect.

You looked into his eyes, seeing that raw sincerity, and your heart swelled with affection. 

This was the man you loved, the man you were going to marry, and you were going to do it in the most ridiculous, perfect way possible.

“Alright,” you said, wiping a tear from your cheek as you grinned at him. “Let’s do it. Let’s go to Vegas and get married by Elvis.”

Dominic’s face broke into the widest grin you’d ever seen, his whole body practically vibrating with excitement. “You mean it?”

“Absolutely. A rockstar marrying me to rockstar? It’s perfect.”

“This is why you’re about to be my wife,” He kisses you, “Let’s pack our bags, baby. We’re going to Vegas!”

Within hours, you were on a plane, Dominic’s hand tightly gripping yours, his gaze flickering to you every few moments like he couldn’t believe you were really there, his. 

By the time you stepped out onto the neon-lit streets of Vegas, his excitement was contagious, electric, as if you were both living out some incredible dream.

And with that, the two of you laughed together, the future ahead of you feeling brighter than ever. It was just the beginning of a crazy, wild adventure that you knew you were meant to take together.

—

His hand gripped yours tightly as he led you through the crowds, his gaze never straying far. 

You could still feel the rush of his concert echoing between you, the hum of adoration from thousands of fans, but now the night felt quieter, more intimate, even as the neon signs cast their colors across the night.

He caught your eye and gave you that familiar mischievous grin, the same one he’d given you the very first time you’d met. That smile alone was enough to make your heart race—still, after everything you’d been through together. 

There was something about the way he looked at you, like you were his whole world, that made even the chaos of Vegas feel like a sanctuary.

“This is happening, huh?” you asked, your voice barely above a whisper, as the two of you approached the iconic Little White Chapel.

Dominic stopped and turned to you, his face softening with a look that held nothing but adoration. 

“This is really happening.” Then he leaned down, pressing his lips to yours in a kiss that was as gentle as it was charged, his hand finding its way to your cheek as he held you close. “And it’s the best damn decision I’ve ever made,” he murmured.

Your heart fluttered at his words, and it was only then, standing just outside the chapel, that the weight of it all truly hit you. 

The reality of what you were about to do settled over you—a leap into a new life, a promise as bold and wild as the city around you. 

Only hours ago, you’d watched him light up the stage, and now you were about to start the rest of your lives together in this little, quirky Vegas chapel with an Elvis impersonator as your witness.

As you stepped into the Chapel, the surreal charm of the place sank in—the pink walls, the tacky floral arrangements, the warm glow of tiny white lights that seemed to twinkle just for you. 

But nothing around you really registered. 

The only thing you could focus on was Dominic’s hand in yours, steadying you, his fingers laced with yours as if he’d never let go. 

He looked at you with such warmth, such intensity, that it was almost overwhelming.

Dominic turned to you, his eyes glistening. He looked as though he was holding back tears. "I… I've been waiting my whole life for this,” he said, his voice trembling. “I didn’t know it until I met you, but every part of my life before this was just… waiting for you."

Your heart pounded in your chest, and you felt a tear slip down your cheek, knowing his words were as raw and true as they came. 

You squeezed his hand, trying to ground yourself in the moment, trying not to get lost in the tidal wave of emotions washing over you.

The Elvis impersonator cleared his throat. “Well, I reckon it’s time to exchange vows, if you two can bear it,” he said, his voice deep and dramatic, but with a glimmer of humor. “Let’s hear what you got.”

Dominic looked at you, inhaling deeply before he spoke. He hadn’t written anything down—he didn’t need to. 

He pulled your hand up, holding it close to his heart as he began.

“Before I met you,” he said, voice shaking slightly, “I was always running. From what, I’m not even sure. My past, my demons…just the weight of everything I carried. But then you walked into my life, and for the first time, I felt like I didn’t need to run anymore. I didn’t need to be anyone other than exactly who I am.”

He paused, swallowing hard, his eyes shining with unshed tears. “I’ve never let anyone in, not fully. But with you… you just saw right through me. You never cared about the mess, the chaos, the broken pieces. Somehow, you made it all feel like…like maybe I wasn’t so broken after all.”

You felt your heart break and mend in the same instant. 

Tears welled in your eyes, and you let them fall freely, your hand shaking slightly in his. He reached up, brushing away a stray tear with his thumb, his touch so gentle it nearly undid you.

“I love you,” he continued, his voice barely a whisper. “I love you so much, it scares me. I didn’t think I could feel this way. But I promise, for the rest of my life, until the day that I die, I’m going to do everything I can to make you as happy as you’ve made me. To be there for you, every single day. To show you that you’re my whole world, because… you are.”

Your breath caught, and for a second, you couldn’t find any words. Dominic’s eyes searched yours, as if waiting, hoping, and in that moment, you realized just how deeply he felt this—how much he needed you to feel it, too.

You took a shaky breath, trying to steady yourself. 

“Dominic…” You glanced down, gathering your thoughts before looking back up, meeting his gaze. “I don’t think I’ve ever known what it meant to be loved until I met you. I thought I was fine on my own, that I was… okay being guarded, keeping people at arm’s length. But you…you walked right in and didn’t give me a choice. You showed me what it means to let someone in, to be seen, really seen.”

You paused, feeling the weight of what you were saying. “And somehow, in all my mess, you saw something worth loving. You showed me that I could let someone close and not be afraid. I promise, with everything I have, that I’ll always be by your side. Through every high, every low, every laugh, every tear. I’ll be there. I’ll be yours.”

Dominic blinked back tears, a tremulous smile breaking across his face as he laughed softly, almost in disbelief. “You’re mine,” he echoed, his voice thick with emotion. 

He held your hand a little tighter, his eyes brimming with a joy so profound you felt it in every inch of your soul.

Elvis, somehow just as moved by the scene, cleared his throat again, smiling at you both. “Well, if you two lovebirds are ready, I believe it’s time to seal the deal,” he said, his tone filled with a warmth that softened the otherwise kitschy ceremony.

Dominic grinned, his eyes never leaving yours. “This is it,” he whispered, almost as if he needed to say it out loud to believe it himself.

With that, he leaned in, capturing your lips in a kiss that held everything—every promise, every unspoken word, every hope for the future. The world faded around you, the sounds, the lights, everything blurring into nothingness as you felt his love in every heartbeat, every breath. 

 It was a kiss that held all the promise of your future, a kiss that was wild, tender, and full of everything you felt for each other. When you finally pulled back, he kept you close, his arms wrapped around you like he never wanted to let go.

As you stepped outside, hand in hand, into the vibrant Vegas night, the neon lights glowed around you, casting everything in a surreal, magical light. 

You looked at Dominic, still in disbelief that this was real, that this man was now your husband. He looked back at you, his eyes full of excitement, and with a grin, he said, “We really did it. We’re married.”

You laughed, your heart overflowing. “I can’t believe we just got married by Elvis.”

He squeezed your hand, his grin wide and full of joy. “I told you it was the only way.” Then he leaned down and kissed you again, pulling you close as if he wanted to keep you there, in that moment, forever.

“Mrs. Fike,” he whispered, a playful smirk on his face. “Guess that’s you, now.”

You laughed through your tears, unable to contain your joy. 

“It’s official,” you replied, grinning as he pulled you into a tight hug, his arms wrapped around you as if he’d never let go.

And as you walked through the crowded streets of Vegas, the noise and lights swirling around you, everything felt perfect. You knew that with Dominic by your side, every day would be its own adventure, filled with love, laughter, and the kind of magic that made even the most unexpected moments feel like a dream.

[fernandopiastri28]

quand c’est - part 5 ~ ln4 x op81

part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8

Damage? Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. “Will I be able to drive again?” Lando’s voice raises and wobbles, tears he can’t even feel dribbling down his cheeks. He doesn’t want to imagine a life without racing. He’s only just gotten his first win a few months back, he can’t lose it all now.

warnings: major illness, cancer, sickness, brain damage

Lando’s body feels fuzzy- if that’s possible.

Where is he?

He should be in the car, he knows he hasn’t finished the race yet. He still has a chance- he’s doing so well, he’s guaranteed at least 6 points.

So why can’t he move an inch? Why can’t he feel the familiar rumble of the car underneath him? Why can he just see chipping white paint above him for as far as he can see?

“He just- he doesn’t know when to say when, and-and it scares me,” There’s a stammering and choked voice cutting through the painful silence of the room. It’s one he knows just as well as he knows his own.

But right now, everything feels unfamiliar. His hearing feels like an old recorded tape, his teeth feel like they’ve been awkwardly shoved into his mouth, and his body- just isn’t his.

Bile shoots up his throat, and he feels immobilised. He can’t turn his head to cough or vomit it out- it’s like he’s frozen in place. He’s in a hospital, he can figure out that much. There’s an IV in his hand and a drip attached, slow trickles of water making their way into his system.

“Like- he fucking knows he’s unwell- he’s on the brink of death, but he’s too proud to ever accept it,” Who ever it is is clearly on the phone, passionately ranting about someone who Lando can only assume is himself.

Lando should’ve expected that. He let down a whole lot of people in Singapore. Himself- first off, the whole McLaren team- especially Zac and Andrea, all the McLaren fans who’d paid good money to see him race tonight and he’d just bombed it.

Most of all- he knows he has disappointed Oscar.

Maybe that’s who’s talking. “And I- I worry about him, all the fucking time. He never lets himself fully recover from anything. Las Vegas last year- he insisted on going out clubbing like two days later. In Amsterdam when he got that fucking cut on his nose and didn’t let anyone clean him up so now he’s got a permanent scar on his nose.”

Oscar’s still in the car. It must be Jon.

“He just- he won’t let anyone take care of him- even me. I just, I just wish he knew how willing I would be. I would drop anything to make sure he’s alright. Like-” Whoever it is is struggling to speak clearly, their voice stuffy and thick with tears. Lando feels awful, not just his body, but because he knows that this is his own doing.

The voice goes silent for a while, the noise of someone on the other end of the line quietly speaking sounds nothing more than a mumble to Lando. It almost feels like his ears have been stuffed with cotton.

“I’m just worried about him, Logan,” Logan? Why on earth would Logan be out of the car and on the phone. Better yet, why is Jon calling Logan Sargeant?

“Oscar?” Lando’s voice seems foreign, not attached to himself.

“Holy sh- Logan, he’s awake, I’ve gotta go,” Oscar hangs up the phone, rushing to Lando’s side to cling onto the edge of his hospital bed. “Lans,” He whispers, wiping his hand over the brit’s forehead. “How are you feeling?”

Lando spaces out, Oscar’s face becoming a blurry sight. “Why am I not in the car?”

Oscar looks away, chewing at his bottom lip. He’s being avoidant, trying to think of a way to let Lando down slowly- whatever the reason is.

“You crashed into Fernando.”

“Alonso?”

“No, Gasly.” He replies stone faced, “Of course Alonso,” Oscar’s face softens, a small smile appearing.

Lando grins for a moment, rolling his eyes. It falters when it sinks in what Oscar just said. You crashed into Fernando, not Fernando crashed into you. It was Lando’s fault.

“Why’d I crash? Was it wet out?” Memories of Sochi fill his head, fucking rain ruining his races. “Was there something wrong with the car?” He wants to be logical, and he’s trying to do that the best he can, but it all feels unexplainable. He can’t have crashed, there’s just no way.

“They think that-” Oscar shuts his eyes for a moment, and Lando can properly see his features again. Pale cheeks dusted an angry red, stained with tear drops. Brown eyes, watery and sore. A mess of hair on top of his head, much like how it normally sits after a race. “They think you had a seizure,”

What. The. Fuck.

“A what?” Lando knew what Oscar had said, but it was easier to play dumb, to pretend he didn’t have a clue as to what the younger boy was talking about. It was easier to play pretend.

Lando had never had a seizure before, nor did he have a history of seizures in his family. It just wasn’t possible.

“A seizure,” Fucking thanks Oscar, I did hear you the first time. “They’ve done a few tests on your head so..” Oscar’s tongue prods at the inside of his cheek, like he’s trying to avoid saying something. “They’re just seeing if there was any damage.

Damage? Fuck. Shit. Fucking shit. “Will I be able to drive again?” Lando’s voice raises and wobbles, tears he can’t even feel dribbling down his cheeks. He doesn’t want to imagine a life without racing. He’s only just gotten his first win a few months back, he can’t lose it all now.

Oscar sucks on his bottom lip, his teeth poking out on top of it slightly, “Don’t worry Lando,” He reaches over, hugging Lando to his chest tightly, “The doctors are taking good care of you, I’ll take care of you, I promise you will race again,”

Lando has never known Oscar to lie. If Oscar is promising that Lando will race again, Lando will race again.

A bubble forms in Lando’s throat, choking him, “I’m so sorry, Osc,” Oscar’s eyes immediately go wide with panic, unsure as to why Lando’s apologising. “I sh-should’ve listened to you, I’m such a fucking idiot,”

It’s because it’s clicking now- Oscar was complaining to Logan about how he never listens to him. He’s right, Lando is an awful boyfriend who doesn’t know how to fucking take care of himself. They’re supposed to be a couple, yet it’s more like Oscar’s his caretaker, and Lando hates himself for being Oscar in that position.

“Oh, Lans,” His voice is breathy as he drags his fingers along Lando’s cheek, soft and faint. “It’s okay, you’ll be okay, I’m not mad,” He kisses Lando’s forehead, his eyes studying each twitch Lando’s face makes.

Oscar’s not mad, but he’s definitely disappointed.

You stupid fuck, Lando Norris.

“Okay,” His voice halters, a forced response. They both go silent after that, Oscar holding Lando’s right hand in his own, kissing the back of the Brit's hand every so often.

Lando stares up at the ceiling. It’s better than looking at Oscar who just looks so broken and concerned. Lando will only hate himself more and more if he looks at Oscar, looks at who he let down.

“Mr Piastri, Mr Norris,” A doctor announces her presence in the room with a barely there knock on the door. It’s been a few hours of Lando laying and staring at the ceiling, he can only assume based on how it’s beginning to become bright outside. Lando tilts his head up, only then noticing that the pain in his head is almost fully gone.

Being doped up is a good feeling.

“Yes?” Oscar looks towards her, keeping Lando’s hand in his. He licks his lips, holding his breath in anticipation. He knows he needs to stay calm, he needs to stay strong for Lando no matter what the doctor says.

The doctor sucks in a deep breath. She looks no older than 25, which realistically she must be, but she looks only just older than the two boys. She looks like an experienced kid- just as Lando is, just like what he pretends he isn’t. "Mr. Norris, I have some upsetting news,”

Oscar looks at Lando, and Lando doesn;t meet his eyes. He knows that ‘upsetting’ doesn’t even begin to describe whatever he’s about to hear. He’s heard horror stories from acquaintances, he’s watched movies and shows. He knows they’re sugar coating whatever it is.

“So, we were correct- you suffered a tonic-clonic seizure during the race, just as you made contact with..” She trails off, unsure of the name of the driver Lando crashed into. He feels mortified, fucking crashing into the two time world champion of Fernando Alonso. Having a seizure and crashing into Alonso.

“And with the results of your recent MRI- they have detected a mass in the frontal lobe of your brain,” Lando’s eyebrows tighten and Oscar squeezes his hand, grounds him.” And it appears to be malignant,”

Lando doesn’t consider himself a particularly smart guy, and usually, it’s to his disadvantage. Yet, for once, his lack of knowledge for what malignant is means that he gets to stay in that sheltered bubble of nothing is wrong for just a bit longer.

He can pretend nothing is wrong, just for a few moments.

“We have several treatment options, including surgery and chemotherapy, which we can discuss in further detail if you have any questions about them.” Lando feels a tug in his hand, Oscar lurching forward in a sob. It’s bad, malignant must mean it’s bad.

He’s not going to let himself feel it. “Chemo?” Oscar’s voice cracks.

“We fear it has already developed to stage 1 brain cancer,”

Norris's lead is up to 4.5s now with 11 laps to go. Could his 110th grand prix be the occasion of his first victory?

“We are here to support you through every step of this process.”

Norris has finished second eight times and has 15 podiums to his name without winning. Could this finally be the day his luck turns? They're counting down the laps nervously at McLaren.

The door clicks shut and Oscar buries his face into Lando’s chest, “Oh my god Lando, Lans, I’m so sorry,”

Norris's lead ticks past the six seconds mark. Four laps to go and McLaren are practising their best poker faces on the pit wall. Not an inkling of a smile just yet on the face of Zak Brown.

“I love you Lando, I love you and I’m gonna- we’re gonna do this together, you’re gonna get better,”

Three laps to go for Norris. He's under no pressure from behind.

“You’re gonna race again, I promise you,”

Two to go now before F1 has a new race winner.

“You’re gonna win again, we're gonna be on the podium again together,”

Norris is onto his final lap. He can almost push it home from here.

“You’re gonna be a champion, Lans, a world champion,”

Across the line comes Lando Norris to win the 2024 F1 Miami Grand Prix! It's the first grand prix win of his career, and the first for McLaren since Monza 2021, when Daniel Ricciardo hit the top step.

Oscar’s a fucking liar and an idealist. Lando’s not gonna race again, if the brain cancer doesn’t kill him, it’s gonna leave him a shell of the man he once was.

He’s already not the Lando Norris, he’s hardly even Lando.

He’s just sick.

[randymiller]

Is Hard Water Harming Your Home or Business in St. George?

Imagine taking a shower, only to feel like your skin is coated in soap scum. Or perhaps you've noticed your appliances aren't lasting as long as they should. These are common signs of hard water, an issue that many residents and businesses in St. George face. This blog post will explore the implications of hard water, how it affects both homes and industrial equipment, and what solutions are available to mitigate these issues. By the end, you'll have a clear understanding of how St. George plumbing services can help you tackle hard water problems effectively.

What is Hard Water?

Definition and Causes

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Soap that doesn’t lather well

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The Impact on Industrial Equipment

Equipment Longevity

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Maintenance Costs

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Vinegar

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Regular Cleaning

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Install Faucet Filters

Faucet filters can be an easy and affordable way to reduce the impact of hard water on your daily life. These filters can remove some minerals, improving water quality.

St. George Plumbing Services

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Professional plumbers in St. George can install water softening systems efficiently, ensuring they work correctly and provide maximum benefit.

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[lunapaper]

Album Review: 'Past // Present // Future' - Meet Me @ The Altar

Part of the current pop punk resurgence that includes WILLOW, pinkshift, Olivia Rodrigo and (ugh) Machine Gun Kelly, Meet Me @ The Altar have fought to defend the genre at all costs, sticking faithfully to the blueprint mapped out by their forebears Paramore and Fall Out Boy on their 2021 EP, Model Citizen. 

Not much has changed on their debut album, Past // Present // Future. The propulsive beats and snarling riffs remain, along with the cliché-riddled angst that has long made pop punk the subject of ridicule.  

It’s rock by committee courtesy of Jonas Brothers producer John Fields, hell bent on watering down each guitar riff and compressing every vocal, hiding it all behind an impenetrably glossy veneer. In other words, it’s more Radio Disney that RIOT! 

‘Say It (To My Face)’ incorporates some drum n’ bass into its emo-lite punk thrash as vocalist Edith Victoria taunts back at the haters ‘You're so irrelevant, almost didn't commit/Almost didn't write you a second verse/Really wish I could stay, gotta fly to LA/Play a show at The Wiltern.’ I guess I’m considered one of them now (Though Australian homes don’t normally have basements).  

‘Try’ is Sum 41-esque, offering high school-level wisdom in the form of ‘I go through all the same things too/It sucks, it’s true.’ ‘Hello in there Mr. I don’t care/I’ve had better conversations with my wall and my dog,’ she later muses on ‘Same Language,’ its chorus eerily reminiscent of Katy Perry’s ‘Waking Up in Vegas,’ while ‘T.M.I.’ is rather Avril-like as Victoria bares her soul over fuzzy guitars and explosive drums. 

And so the clichés go: ‘I think I'm the worst/Criticize everything 'til it hurts’ (from ‘T.M.I’) ‘Still stuck in your mothers basement/Talk trash, but you're like a million miles away’ (from ‘Say It (To My Face’)) ‘Don't be afraid to let go of the pain/Flowers only bloom if you get through the rain’ (from ‘Rocket Science’), each one more vapid than the last. 

Some of this can be attributed to a trio of early twentysomethings still navigating their way through life, love and other anxieties. Most of it, however, reeks of others trying to mould the band into something they’re totally not, namely writer/producer John Ryan, who co-wrote most of the album’s tracks. 

He’s written for such artists as Harry Styles, Maroon 5, Rita Ora, Pitbull, Jason Derulo, DJ Snake, Fifth Harmony and, funnily enough, Katy Perry and Nick Jonas. He also co-wrote some of One Direction’s biggest hits, including ‘Story of My Life,’ ‘Steal My Girl’ and ‘Best Song Ever.’ 

Why some cheesy pop maestro was assigned to work with a queer pop punk trio of colour (the first ever signed to Fueled By Ramen) is anyone’s guess. Rather than make the songs feel like their own in any way, Ryan and the band just churn out a bunch of bland pop punk tunes about makeups and breakups indistinct from their peers. 

Though there are glimmers of what could’ve been: the hazy ‘Kool’ echoes the headiness, thrill and nauseating anxiety you feel when crushing hard on someone. ‘It’s Over for Me’ has a jackhammer-style energy, while standout ‘A Few Tomorrows’ is dream-spun folk pop straight out of the early 2000s, with Victoria’s snarky, razor-sharp wail softened into a soothing coo. It sort of reminds me John Mayer’s ‘Back To You,’ the kind of song that would play during a montage after the inevitable breakup scene of a teen film or in a CW drama (‘Back To You’ was in Win a Date With Tad Hamilton!, btw). 

Meet Me @ The Altar’s debut comes just as the pop punk renaissance seemingly reaches its saturation point. Everything here is just so bland: The riffs are repetitive, the writing uninspired and the production squeaky clean and painfully edgeless. 

And it’s a shame, because the band have proven in the past that they can do raw and real on 2019’s Bigger Than Me EP, a true love letter to pop punk that showcases the trio’s deft musicality and knack for punchy hooks, from the math rock-style breakdown on ‘Beyond My Control’ to the post-hardcore urgency on ‘Tyranny.’ Hell, even Model Citizen dabbled in a little nu-metal.  

2018’s Changing States is also worth a listen: The vocals are imperfect and the songs sprawling and loose, lacking any real structure. It sounds like it was recorded in a wardrobe, but that’s what adds to its beauty and charm. I’d even go so far as to compare it to Fall Out Boy’s earlier albums.  

What could’ve been a powerful mission statement for the band, a chance to expand on their scrappy, bratty charm, becomes yet another generic power pop record. Past // Present // Future will probably be an album that Meet Me @ The Altar end up distancing themselves from it once they creatively find their feet again. Hopefully no one linked to the JoBros will be involved in the next one... 

- Bianca B. 

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[charnelhouse]

For WYS Frankie, can you indulge me in a little drabble about how he is with women in his clubs? How he picks them up, how they approach him, how he buries his emotions in them —

ily ❤️

A/N: WYS!Frankie Morales x Zara Faire. Wow meant this to be a drabble and then....tis all for you Kellz Bellz. Warnings for fucking other women because angst. Angsty Frankie. Dark per usual. This is Watch Your Step Universe obvi.

Frankie wasn't proud of himself for this. Truthfully - he couldn’t remember a time when he was ever proud of himself in general. But this, most certainly, had taken the cake. He regretted what he did. He regretted fucking her - taking advantage when she was clearly upset.

“Please stop crying, honey…”

“You’re bleeding. Frankie…”

He’d been overwhelmed. He’d been trembling with the kind of rage that used to get him tossed in a Las Vegas jail cell because he couldn’t keep his fists to himself. Santi always bailed him out of that shit. Santi always covered for him. Benny made excuses. Will knew Frankie’s mindset and tended to just let him blow whichever way the wind took him. He doubted any of them would be pleased with him for this. 

He’d fucked her. He’d had sex on the floor and left her there.

The second he’d stumbled back into his room, he’d gone to the shower. He could see the evidence of her pussy on his softening cock - the hair at his groin was damp. He could smell her all over him. He was enveloped in that girlish mossy bite - that tang of sweat and cunt and he couldn’t believe it. He’d fucked her.

He’d had sex with Zara Faire without even a secound thought.

The memory swirled through his system - it snapped at him. It got him hard again and he’d twisted the shower all the way to the right until the water chilled his fever. He needed to sleep this off. He needed to get his head on straight and maybe he could speak to her tomorrow or - 

A realization. He’d finished inside her. He’d held himself over her while she milked him dry, her head tossed back, her lashes fluttering and Frankie - Frankie - oh shit - oh don’t stop -

She’d been high-pitched and breathy. A beautiful mess. 

What if he knocked her up? What if? What if? 

He ran out and picked up Plan B and then left it on her bedside table like a coward. He couldn’t even look at her. He registered the curve of her shoulder and her hair spread out on a pillow and then escaped the penthouse. He couldn’t be there. He wouldn’t be able to face her for at least a day - maybe two or twelve. 

He needed a distraction. He needed to dig her out of his flesh, wrap his fingers around the Zara-shaped tumor that had so poisonously grown in between his bones. 

He was going to get laid. He was going to fuck his way through the girls they had on retainer and then keep going until what she had felt like beneath him dissipated. 

***

He set himself up at Mayfair. He ordered a private room where he could play pool and watch television and avoid Z and the guys. Santi would have his fucking head if he knew and he didn’t know if the girl would say anything. He wouldn’t have blamed her if she did.

The girls came in and out. Various sizes. Different shades of hair and skin, but all having that puckered, starlet expression. It was one they’d perfected - heavy-lidded eyes and pouting bee-stung mouth. They said the right things. They fucked like champions. They were safe and predictable.

Most importantly, they weren’t her and they weren’t at all like how she’d looked in that bedroom as she attended to his wounded side. She had been nothing, but bare to him. Open-faced. Genuine concern at his bleeding body. Sweet and lovely and sincere. Not for me. Don’t do it for me. 

He didn’t have to do anything to fuck. No seduction. No promises beyond a single lifted eyebrow and a dark-eyed glare and then they were at his feet. He was Catfish - he was Pope’s right-hand man. He was the guy who ended up killing Ray Hammerhead Levie with a screwdriver. It also helped that his most popular nickname was Big Dick Morales, which he never really approved of. He blamed Benny for that one. 

It was always a challenge. The way he had to get women ready for it. The way he’d lube them up with spit or fingers and they’d whimper all pretty because there’d be that soft pinch of discomfort. 

“Take it,” he growled into a red-head’s ear. He set his own punishing pace. The room filled with the sharp echoing slap of skin and feminine song of uh uh uh’s. “Take it.”

Zara had taken it. Beautifully. From what he could remember. She’d winced a little, eyes widening as her mouth parted on that first deep breach into her pussy. She’d been wet - so wet - and as she squeezed around him, he had forgotten. He had lost his head. Gone feral. 

Their sex had been harsh. He’d been rough and she hadn’t seemed to care. 

***

Frankie watched the latest brown-haired girl take him in her mouth. There were strings of drool hanging down her chin as she choked on it. Her black makeup smeared her cheeks. Her hair was caught in his grip as he forced her further down the length of him so she could gag on it. Her nails dug into his thighs. Her back arched. Her tongue tickled. It was a nice blow job. It was just the right amount of sloppy. Still - this chick wasn’t her. Wasn’t Charles’s pretty daughter with the sad eyes and the gorgeous lips.

The girl shoved off of him with a pop, her teeth glinting white underneath the murky lights of Frankie’s rented room. “What do you want, big boy? Ass or pussy?”

He sighed, chewing on his lower lip thoughtfully. Nothing. I don’t want anything. He glanced over her shoulder at her friend. White-blonde hair and blushing red. She was watching television with a bored expression on her face. 

Maybe - he should just really tire himself out and maybe - maybe - Z would leave his head. He pointed at the blonde. “Get her,” he ordered. “Let’s try both of you.”

“It’s double.”

Frankie shot her an incredulous look. “No shit.”

She must be new. The girls never brought up money because it wasn’t an issue. They’d tell Bella, their madame, and Bella would bill them or tell them to write a check straight after. “Just get on the pool table,” he growled as the blonde swayed toward both of them.

If he squinted, her face could match Z’s and he didn’t know if that was good or bad. But - he was out of ideas.

***

“Fuck…Will….shit yes yes…just like that…”

“Yeah? LIke this? Harder? You gonna take it, Zara?”

“Please…oh my god…it’s too much…too much…baby….”

“Put your legs back - yeah - that’s my girl-”

Frankie glowered at the ceiling. He was this close to putting a bullet in his head. This. Close.

Nothing had worked to get Zara out of his system. She’d kissed him and it had only reignited the torch he carried for her. Why?! She was beautiful and she was off her fucking rocker. She drank too much. She had issues. And yet…he wanted her….he liked her and the way she spoke to him and the way she cooked and the way she smiled and her unforgivably dry humor that made Santiago brood for hours because he just didn’t get her…

“Wow,” the girl sitting on his dick remarked. She was riding him slow, her hips between his hands as she rolled back and forth like a lapping wave. She was gorgeous - long, silky bundles of hair and she knew how to fuck him. She knew what he liked. He thought her name might be Lily.

“Wow?” He lifted an eyebrow. She gestured to the wall behind his head where Will’s desk or some piece of furniture was getting rammed again and again.

“She sounds like she’s having fun.”

Zara wasn’t screaming exactly. But Frankie could discern the soft, breathy mewls and moans that Will was dragging out of her. It was worse to be honest. More intimate. 

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard Ironhead be that vocal,” she smirked. “He must like her.” Lily’s lips twitched and Frankie, once more, thought about the gun in his bedside table and how he would like to swallow it. 

He wanted to change the pacing of this depressing moment.”Yeah,” he grunted. “Whatever.”

He planted his feet and thrust upward - his cock knocking against something sensitive inside Lily. She cried out in surprise - hands falling to his chest. “Fuck - Fish - that - that’d felt good. Keep -”

He grasped her waist - his fingertips digging into the fat of her ass as he quickened his strokes. He didn’t even give her a chance to meet his tempo. He treated her like a doll - like a toy he could screw. He pumped deep, enjoying the way the girl shrieked and the way her pussy clutched and quivered around him.

“Shit, Morales,” she sobbed. “You’re - you’re so fucking big.”

He placed his thumb against the tiny bead of her clit, playing with it in teasing circles. He could feel her climax - feel her muscles bearing down upon him as she got all tight. She wasn’t Z, though. The bodies were too different. The eyes. The smile. He shut his eyes and drove into the girl more frantically. He fondled her cunt in time with each ruthless stab of his cock.

“Good girl,” he rasped. “C’mon scream for me. Get my dick all wet.”

She wasn’t making sense. The girl’s voice wavered and fluttered into breathless noises. If he concentrated, he could pretend. 

“Fuck, baby,” he growled as he flipped her onto her back. He buried his face into her throat and kept it there. He shoved her thighs open - bent her knees back as he sucked on the skin of her neck and shoulder. There was the wet squelch of her cunt. The creak of the bed. “I know you like it like this, Z,” he murmured - scraping his teeth over her jawline. “I know you fucking love it. Your little pussy can’t even keep me in there.”

That was true. He was slamming into her. Her walls pulsed around his length and it felt like he was splitting her in half, marking her in some way. He was hitting his peak - the crescendo of his pleasure breaking him to bits. Sweat running in rivulets down the muscles of his back, between his ass cheeks, through the tight space of their crushed chests. Everything was slippery and humid as a summer storm. She was clutching at him, her lips hot against his ear. “Lift your hips for me, Zara,” he demanded softly. “Get them up so I can finish you right.”

She did without complaint. Her voice was wrung thin - dry from all the screaming. He once more put his thumb on her clit, tweaked and petted at the seam of her sex, enjoying the way the muscles of her pussy were taut and stretched around him. He flicked and teased and taunted and the effect was instantaneous, she clamped down around him. Her knees snapped to his waist. She barely made a noise. The only way he could tell was by the feel of her and the slip of liquid as she came on his cock.

“Fuck, Z,” he rumbled as he kissed her cheek, nipped her ear. “Such a good girl for me.”

“Uhuh,” Lily replied.

Oh. 

Frankie lifted himself from her throat  to find Lily staring up at him. She appeared amused - her skin dewy from exertion. “Don’t worry,” she patted his cheek. “I’m cool with anything you call me.”

Frankie frowned. The spell was broken. The illusion. He drew himself from her and collapsed onto his back. His muscles burned from how much effort he’d just put into that fuck. Christ. Lily reached for his throbbing cock. It was red and stiff, standing up straight. It seemed obscene in the cool, dark shadows of his bedroom.

“Let me…” she crooned and he sat up abruptly, swatting her hand away. Her voice was annoying him now. The silence from the other room was making him nervous. He really wanted a drink and was almost tempted to ask her for it.

“I’m gonna shower,” he said instead. He wasn't about to go out because of his own disappointment. “You can get your money downstairs.” 

That was it. He didn’t want Lily to finish him off. He didn’t want her to do anything. He was going to sit in the shower until the ache of Zara left him. The desire for her had now reached intolerable levels. He was seeing her everywhere. He was possessed by the memory of their time together. He suddenly felt as if he’d disrespected her by pretending it had been Zara he’d been balls deep in. He had incidentally betrayed her by pleasuring this random woman and wishing it was Z.

He didn’t deserve peace after that. He didn’t deserve anything.

[wearywinchester]

Take Care of You

Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: After a hunt gone wrong, Dean is always there.

Requested by Anonymous: ““Here. You look hungry.” because I feel like this is Dean's love language”

Word Count: 2.2k

Warnings: bit of angst, self doubt, mentions of injury, food, fluff

A huff fell past your lips for what had to be the millionth time within the last hour and a half, the motel door closing roughly behind you from the force you pushed it shut with. You were tired, you were frustrated, you were miserable. The hunt couldn’t have gone any worse in your eyes, it was one thing after another with seemingly no end in sight at the time. You were sure you’d never been off your game quite like that in all the hunts you’d done.

You felt like you failed.

It wasn’t until the sound of that familiar engine sounded and grew distant, signaling they’d left, that it felt like the tension in your chest was starting to break loose. You were sulking the entire way back to the motel, tucked away in the back seat with tears fighting desperately to spill down your cheeks. It was a battle you gave up trying to stifle eventually, those very tears rolling down heated skin before collecting on your shirt.

You were quiet the entire drive save for the occasional sniffle you muffled with your sleeve, having gone unnoticed, at least you thought you did. Because you were so wrapped up in picking apart how you did that night, about everything that had gone wrong rather than the things that went right, that you missed the way Dean glanced in the rear view on more than one occasion. You hadn’t seen the clench of his jaw and the tightening of his grip on the wheel at the mere sight of your obvious anguish over it.

He knew there was nothing he could say to make it better in that moment and that was something he hated amongst other things.

You had passed up dinner when he’d asked, as kind as ever despite your shortness with him, simply asking him to drop you off at the motel so he could grab a bite to eat with Sam. Teary eyes and a frown wasn’t something you wanted them to see, nor did you want to dampen their mood that surely was already soured at that point.

So he did just that, dropped you off in front of the room the three of you had reserved for the past two nights. Even though you could hold your own, he still waited for you to go inside before he left.

You turned on the faucet at the sink in the small bathroom, cupping your hands under the tap before bending down and splashing the cold water over your face. It was an icy jolt, one that soothed the heat in your cheeks and the clutter of thoughts in your mind. You repeated the action at least three more times before swiping the hand towel from its hook, patting your face and hands dry. It grounded you a bit more than you were just moments before, and you switched the light off and tossed the towel on the counter before making your way back to the bed you shared with Dean.

It was unmade from where the two of you had left it when you woke up that morning, two duffel bags sitting on the carpeted floor unzipped and rifled through from your change of clothes. The mattress bounced when you took a seat on it, boots kicked off and jacket folded over top of your back before you leaned back against the headboard. It was among the nicer motels you’d stayed in as of late, certainly better than the disco themed room you resided in on a hunt in Las Vegas just weeks before, and definitely better than the room with no heat the time before that.

You swiped the remote off the nightstand seated between the two beds, switching the tv on to whatever reality show you could find first. It wasn’t until then that you realized just how much your feet ached, just how sore your back had been. It didn’t help that you’d been thrown against the wall by a rogue spirit—not the first time nor the second time.

It left you feeling like the human equivalent of a punching bag and the tub back at the bunker never felt more enticing than now. The tub that sat miles away just waiting for you to come back home.

There have been worse hunts you’ve been on, ones that you’ve come out of in a lot worse shape than this. Ones that left your cheeks burning with embarrassment over a clumsier mistake than the ones you made a mere hour before. Ones that ended in arguments with Dean, most of which you hadn’t recalled what they were about but a few that you do.

There were worse hunts, but the events that unraveled that day were ones that you couldn’t shake. The built up tension and frustration before that point having been too heavy for you to let it go. You know sitting and stewing on it will do nothing but sour your mood even further, will make it all the more difficult for you to go back out on another hunt with a positive outlook. But you were too tired to do much else other than that very thing.

You weren’t sure how long it’d been that you’d been in your own company, using the time to do nothing but think about the day you wanted so desperately to come to a close. It was a nightmare, one that left you feeling tired and embarrassed.

But what you did know was the sound of two thuds, shortly paired with the jiggle of the doorknob and the whistle of the older Winchester as he stepped into the room. You heard Sam mention something about showering before he disappeared into the bathroom with a change of clothes, promptly closing the door behind him.

“Hey sweetheart,” he greeted, upbeat despite your mood displaying the opposite.

You nod, waving in his general direction as you flip through the channels in search of something else to watch even though you hadn’t really been paying much attention to the tv. You’d been watching the same show for the last who knows how long and you couldn’t even begin to grasp what it was about. It wasn’t long before the light of the lamp had dimmed, Dean standing in front of it as he nudged you lightly.

When you turned your head to look up at him, you spotted a brown paper bag in his hand with a grease stain or two on it. “Here. You look hungry.”

You purse your lips as your gaze went back to him. “Am not.”

“Are too. Your stomach was rumbling louder than my car the whole trip back, sweetheart.”

After a moment of squinted eyes and raised brows in a defeated attempt to prove your point you sighed, taking the bag from him with a small but appreciative smile as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before rounding the bed to sit with you. It was the littlest of things that made moments like this all the more better, softening the blow you felt you’d taken after the day you had. It was the little things Dean did that showed you just how much he cared. He wasn’t one to express his emotions through words as much as he did through actions.

He took his rightful spot next to you, the bed jostling around a bit before stilling once he had gotten comfortable by your side. He snagged the remote from you with a smile, one that grew fonder as he watched you enjoy your food no matter how much you tried to say you didn’t want it. By the very smile on your face, even if it’s small, he knows he’d made you feel better. He’d much rather see a hint of a smile than the frown you were sporting the majority of the day whether you had realized it or not.

The tv was changed to a movie, the title slipping your mind but seemingly it’d been one that wasn’t too bad judging by the way Dean had laughed, tossing the remote down in favor of tugging you closer with an arm around your shoulders and a kiss to your temple.

“You did good out there, you know,” he murmurs, pulling a scoff from you.

“Did not,” you say, stuffing another fry in your mouth.

“I’m serious, you did good today, Y/n.”

“Dean, I nearly face planted at Casper the friendly ghost’s feet today, not to mention that spirit tossed me around like a chew toy. I wouldn’t call that a win,” you grumble, feeling his eyes on you.

It was confirmed when you turned your head to look at him, his gaze on you as his lips pursed in disapproval. That and it was topped off with the raise of his brow, a huff puffing out from his nose. You knew he wouldn’t agree with you, not in a million years, and you didn’t see how he couldn’t. You made a fool of yourself today and if no one knew any better, they would have thought it’d been your first ever hunt of your life.

“Stop that,” he says with furrowed brows.

“Stop what?”

“That thing you always do where you get all wrapped up in that pretty head of yours. Stop that.”

“You mean the thing you always do?”

The crease between his brows deepens and the dimples sitting at the corners of his mouth do the same, his boot nudging your foot. You raise your eyebrow and smile softly, turning away as you finish up your food. You may have won that argument, if you’d even call it that, but he knew he was right. You knew he was right.

He chose to say nothing more on the subject, knowing full well you’d have a counter readily on the tip of your tongue to just about anything he could say about it. Instead, he settled for pulling you closer after you put the wrappers in the bag, putting it on the nightstand. You tucked into his side, the place you wanted to be most after the day you’d had. He was warm and solid and there, he was there and he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

Dean Winchester might not have been a man known to show big acts of affection with frequent I love you’s and grand dinners to fancy restaurants, he might not buy you expensive gifts or pretty flowers to show you his love for you. But he didn’t really need to, he never needed to do that. He was your rock, the one you could rely on in anything that bothered you. He was safe.

You weren’t quite sure how much time had passed and you still hadn’t known what exactly was going on in the movie that Dean had put on to watch. You were far too caught up and distracted with the beat of his heart as you lay your head over it, or the way he’d been absentmindedly dragging the tips of his fingers along your shoulder as he watched the tv. At the occasional chuckle rumbling in his chest and jostling you around a bit but you didn’t mind. You were finally comfortable, finally able to relax after tracking down the same spirit for the past two days.

Now it was over and done with, and now you could put it behind you.

“Thanks for thinking of me, De,” you murmur, gesturing to the now empty paper bag.

He laughs softly, lips pressed to your forehead. “I’m always thinkin’ about you.”

You smile then, looking up at him with a certain fondness that never fails to make his heart flip in his chest now matter how much he tells Sam that it doesn’t. It always does when you look at him like that. But for the first time that day you felt better, felt at ease that maybe everything hadn’t gone quite as badly as you’d envisioned it had.

“I meant what I said earlier,” he murmurs, forehead resting against yours.

You bumped his freckled nose with yours, a soft sigh falling past your lips and fanning over his own. But the exasperation you felt had quickly melted into an even softer smile, one he couldn’t see but he knew was there when it pressed into his lips. “I know you do, De.”

He kissed you again, and again, the smile on his lips brushing over yours just like you had done.

“You taste like a burger, sweetheart,” he chuckled, even more so when you swat at his chest.

“Yeah, and you taste like pie,” you counter, shaking your head.

“I didn’t say it was a bad thing,” he adds, sweet enough to smooth it over with you. He tugged you in again, his lips meeting yours in a kiss even sweeter than the last, his breath warm against your lips as his kiss lingered more than a few moments before he went in for another. “Yeah, totally not a bad thing.”

You laugh softly at his hum, any remaining upset that you felt simmering in you now dissolving at that point and replacing it with something happier.

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Trust - Spencer Reid x Reader

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Summary: Spencer and Reader have been dating for two months, and haven't done anything more than kiss. But, when Reader has to go undercover in a revealing outfit, Spencer finds Reader hard to resist.

Word Count: 5.2k

Pairings: Spencer Reid x Reader

Category: Smut, Angst, Fluff (NSFW, 18+)

Warnings: Swearing, Sex (oral and penetration), Mentions of Sexual Assault, Crying, Guns, Shooting

You and Spencer had been dating for two months. It had been the most amazing two months of your life, but also the most sexually frustrating. Your nights consisted of heated make-out sessions followed by lots and lots of cuddling. Spencer was the first guy you dated that didn’t try and get in your pants on the first date, which was something you admired about him. However, his gentle and caring demeanor, one of that many reasons you fell in love with him, was starting to become the bane of your existence. Whenever you tried to have him move his hands away from their respectful, stationary position on your fully clothed waist, he would tense up. This broke your heart because the last thing you wanted to do was make your amazing, but insecurity-ridden, boyfriend uncomfortable.

You knew it wasn’t due to him not finding you appealing in that way because multiple times when he hadn’t heard you come home, you could hear him moaning your name through the sounds of water falling on his bare chest in the shower. One time you got up the courage to creak the door open and ask him if he wanted you to join him, but you were quickly met with him coughing, trying to cover up his previous activities, and saying that he was just washing off the last of the soap. He never mentioned what happened, and you respected his wishes of not questioning him about it any further. 

You wanted to feel his touch all over your body and for him to completely devour you, but you loved this man so much, that you would be willing to wait as long as he needed. The two of you had decided to take things slow when you first started dating, you just didn’t realize slow for Spencer Reid would be this agonizingly slow. 

That is why, when, for the first time since you had started dating, you had friction on your crotch that wasn’t just your own hand, and both your phones rang, you actually wanted to scream. That night, you and Spencer were having one of your usual kissing sessions in bed- which you wouldn’t trade for the world- when he pulled you onto his lap, therefore causing him to move his hands off your waist and grab your thighs, the tops of his fingers grazing your butt cheeks. Your heart raced at the feeling, causing you to moan even more into the kiss. Spencer smirked at the reaction he elicited from you and gripped your hips with even more fervor. Not wanting to overwhelm him, you began to gently rock your hips against him. You could feel the already formed bulge in his pants begin to grow, which you took as a sign to move with more purpose. The pleasure you felt was immeasurable, and you thought you might cry at how good the man you loved with your whole heart was making you feel. Just as Spencer let out the moans he had been holding back, your heart sank. He quickly jumped out from under you, and you could see the realization of what just happened wash over his face as he answered his phone. You sighed and reached for your own, dreading the sound of Hotch’s voice saying you were needed.

The two of you got ready in silence, not sure what to say about what had just happened. Spencer’s silence worried you, but when he grabbed your hand and kissed your head as you finished locking the front door, you knew everything would be okay because you had your goofy, loving Spencer by your side.

Garcia delivered the case, relaying that the unsub was killing prostitutes in Las Vegas. When the team arrived, you and Spencer were sent to set up at the local police precinct to get started on the geographical profile. After two days and two more bodies, the team had figured out who the unsub was and where he would be striking that night. 

“Alright, to catch him, we will need to go undercover so he’ll bring himself to us. (Y/l/n), you match his type and will be our best shot, are you okay doing this?”, Hotch said. Spencer looked up, a mixture of anger and terror violently swirling in his eyes.

“Of course”, you replied, gaining an even more intense look from Spencer.

“JJ and I will help you get ready”, Emily said.

“Alright, let’s get to work”, Hotch said. As everyone got up, you began to walk towards JJ and Emily when you felt a tug on your wrist. You turned around in confusion, only to be met by the piercingly concerned eyes of your boyfriend.

“Can we talk?” Spencer whispered in a gentle tone that juxtaposed his facial expression.

“Yeah, sure”, you replied and gave Emily and JJ a glance before Spencer took me into the empty file room next door.

“Is everything o-”

“Please don’t do this”, he interrupted with pleading eyes.

“Spencer, its just work. It’s no different than any other time we have to go undercover”, you reassured him. His eyes traced your body before he met your gaze and bit his lip.

“I just- This guy is dangerous (y/n). I don’t want you to get hurt.” Knowing this wasn’t the full story, you raised your eyebrows and gave a knowing look. When he still wouldn’t confess to what this really was about you sighed before continuing.

“Spence, we deal with guys like this all the time, I can handle myself and you and the rest of the team will be right there, and if that’s all, I really have to go get ready”, you said, glancing up at the clock above the door. Just as you were about to leave, you heard indistinguishable mumbles coming out of Spencer’s mouth. “Huh?”, you questioned.

“I...I don’t want you out there for any guy, especially this guy, just-just as something they feel they have the right to touch”, your eyes softened as you gave him a small smile and grabbed his hand with both of yours. You opened your mouth, but before you could say anything to relieve his anxieties, he said, “I just don’t want to see you get hurt again”. At this, you knew he was no longer talking about the case, and everything began to make sense. 

---

Before you and Spencer were dating, you had gone on a date with a guy you met at a coffee shop. You had said hello to each other a few mornings in a row, and on the fourth day he asked you out. At first, you were reluctant because you had a massive crush on Spencer, but you decided you couldn’t just pine for him forever, so you agreed. That night, Spencer had received a call from you in tears, causing his heart to clench at the thought of you so upset. He came and picked you up on some random street corner and you got in, flashing him a small tear-stained smile as thanks for getting you. When you finally got back to your apartment, he parked the car and broke the silence.

“(Y/n), you don’t have to answer if you don’t want to, and I don’t want to pry into your personal life”, at this you took in a sharp breath, trying hold back your tears, “but, I really need to know what happened so I can help you, okay?” He had looked up at you and went to place his hand on your thigh to reassure you that you were safe with him, but at his touch, you tensed and your eyes grew wide with terror and he quickly flinched back, as if you had electrocuted him.

“I-I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you”, he said with guilt. The sadness on his face made you cry even more.

“I...I went out with this guy tonight”, you started, as Spencer’s face fell at thought of you with someone that wasn’t him, “He seemed nice and I was having fun. We-”, you chocked out another sob, “We went back to his place because the movie theater we were going to go to was closed, so we were just going to watch one there.” You stopped for a moment to try and catch your breath. You could feel Spencer’s eyes on you, but you couldn’t bring yourself to meet his gaze because you felt like such an idiot. You had poor judgment and went out with a jerk and had to call the guy you had the biggest crush on to come get you because you were a mess. “A couple minutes into the movie he kissed me, and it was nice so I kissed him back, but-but then he-he”, you closed your eyes, the painful image in your head causing you to break down again, “he started to touch me and I pushed him off because I wasn’t comfortable, but he just kept going… I didn’t know what to do and-Ugh! I can still feel his hands on me.” You finally looked up at Spencer who’s eyes were burning with anger.

“(Y/n)”, his voice was so soft, in direct contrast to his eyes, “I am so sorry that happened. You are such an amazing person, and you deserve someone who treats you as such.” You smiled at this and thanked him.

“Um, you don’t have to, but, could you stay with me tonight? I really don’t feel like being alone…”, you asked.

“Yeah!-uh-uh, yeah, yes of course”, he stammered, trying to conceal his excitement at getting to spend time with you because of the terrible circumstances that brought you to call him tonight. That night you asked him if he could stay in your bed with you, to which he happily obliged. In your sleep, you both had drifted towards each other. You woke up in each other’s arms with a grin plastered on your faces. From that night on it had become your routine to sleep while holding each other, and on the third night, you hesitantly placed a kiss on Spencer’s cheek, causing him to blush and place one on your cheek in return. The next morning you had woken up before him, so you let yourself admire the dark curls that brushed against his forehead and his cute nose with little crinkles from him scrunching it so much. When you moved your way to his beautiful plump, pink lips, you couldn’t help place a chaste kiss to his lips, causing his big hazel eyes to shoot open. After realizing what was happening, he smiled and melted into your kiss.

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Unknown to you until now, Spencer made himself a promise that night you called him full of tears: He would never do anything to cause you to hurt like that again. It all made sense. He never wanted anyone to touch you like that guy did, including himself, for fear he would make you uncomfortable or do something you didn’t want. 

“Spence…That guy didn’t take no for an answer. But, I know you-”

“Yeah well neither does this unsub!”, he shouted, cutting you off. It pained you to see how much this hurt him, but you really had to go do your job if you wanted to stop him from killing again tonight. Before giving Spencer a kiss on the cheek, you made a mental note to show him all the things he could do to you without hurting you when this was all over. Well, maybe him hurting you a little bit wouldn’t be such a bad thing with what you had planned.

“Look, I have to go. I love you”, you said, placing a kiss on his cheek.

“I love you”, he sighed in defeat, with a grin on the half of his face that you placed your lips on.

When Emily and JJ were done getting you ready, you looked in the mirror in amazement. You were never super confident in showing off your body, but this outfit left very little to the imagination. You couldn’t help but smirk at the thought of Spencer’s face when he would see you in this.

You stepped out of the bathroom, everyone’s eyes falling on you. You shrugged and walked towards Spencer so he could put your mic on you. As you walked towards him his eyes were glued to you. For someone who you were dating and had spent the past 63 nights in the same bed as you, even he hadn’t seen this much of you. You were wearing a skin-tight black dress, that with one wrong move would expose the black lace panties you had on, which also didn’t cover very much. The dress was very low cut, leaving your breasts out on display as they bounced as you walked in your heels. You had never seen Spencer’s eyes this wide and you swore you could see a bit of drool as his mouth was left open in shock.

“Alright, wire me up doc”, you teased as you approached him with a smirk.

“Um, yeah, right”, he said as he broke out of his trace, and the two of you went back into the file room. Spencer’s hands hovered over your body as he hesitated to put the wire down your back. He took in a breath and fed it down the back of your dress. “Is this okay…”, he questioned, whispering in your ear. His breath on your neck made you shudder. You nodded in response and he stopped again for a moment before bringing the wire towards your right breast. “Uh, here, I’ll let you do this part…”, he sheepishly looked away.

“Could you do it, please? You have steadier hands than me and the last thing we need is him seeing the wire”. Spencer looked in your eyes before nodding and grabbing the wire. His hands brushed against your breast, causing your breath to hitch at the sensation. He quickly dropped the wire and looked at you with scared, apologetic eyes.

“I’m so sorry-” he started, but you grabbed his hand and cut him off. “Spencer”, you smiled at him, bringing his hand back to where it was, “it’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong. That felt nice, I just, I’ve never felt you do it before. It was just new okay, but... good, really good”, your angelic laugh released the tension in his face and he bit his bottom lip, holding back a smile. He finished attaching the wire, his movements causing you to shift from how turned on you were. He looked up at you, and you brought him in for a kiss. His hands gently laid on your waist and your hands ran through his hair. When you broke apart, breathless, you gave him another quick kiss. “Alright, let’s go catch this guy”, you winked at him, causing him to smile and shake his head at how you could be making jokes right before meeting a serial killer face to face.

“We’ll be right there the whole time, and I promise we won’t let anything happen to you”, he said sincerely.

“I know you will”, you smiled. He interlocked your hands as you left the file room. As you headed for the door to head to the black SUVs, you could hear Derek behind you saying “My man” at the sight of Spencer’s disheveled, more than normal, hair. You gave Spencer’s hand a quick squeeze as you both laughed and shook your heads at Derek’s comment. Spencer held your hand for dear life and didn’t let go the entire ride there, and when he finally had to let go, he brought your hand up to his mouth and placed a kiss on your knuckles. He wished you luck as you walked into the brisk night air.

You saw the unsub’s car approach you, and your heart rate sped up, but you took a breath and calmed down. You turned your head and gave him a lustful smile and you leaned on the open passenger window.

“How much?” he asked, getting out of his car. Shit, you thought, the team never planned on him getting out and forcefully taking the girls, you always thought they got in willingly and then he took control over them. Your heart rate sped back up again. “I said, how much?”, he growled while grabbing your arm. You tried to pull away, but his grip was too strong. But, before you could even let out a scream, you heard the voice of the man you loved with all your heart.

“FBI! Let her go! You are under arrest for the murder of five women”, Spencer shouted at the unsub. The unsub tightened his grip on your arm, causing you to wince. He reached for his gun in his pocket, but before he could, Morgan shot him in the arm, causing him to drop the gun. As he stumbled backward, you freed your arm and ran to Spencer, who enveloped you in a hug. You closed your eyes and put your cheek to his neck as his arms warmed your cold, and still very exposed, body. Feeling you shaking under him, he handed you his FBI jacket, which you gladly took as he draped it over your shoulders before bringing you in for another hug. He put one hand in your hair and whispered in your ear, “I’m so sorry (y/n), I promised nothing would happen. I’m so sorry he hurt you”, he said, pulling away slightly to examine your bruising arm from where the unsub grabbed you. 

“Hey… Spence…”, you said wiping a tear off his cheek, “none of this is your fault, we didn’t know he would get out of the car. I’m totally fine, and you saved me okay? I’m fine and I’m safe because you were there okay?”, he nodded as you wiped another one of tears away before he brought you to his chest again. “Come on, let’s go home,” you said as you brought him in for a quick kiss. However, much to your surprise, as you started to pull away, he cupped your cheeks and brought you into a deep kiss, you reciprocated, causing him to smile. “Hey um, maybe we can go back to the hotel so you can help me take my wire off”, you said in between kisses, pushing up against him even more. He smiled and let out a breathy laugh.

“Yeah, I’d like that”. You walked back to the black SUV, Spencer stopping you and putting his arm out protectively as Morgan took the bandaged and handcuffed unsub to the back of the police car. You looked up at Spencer with pure love because you trusted him and knew he would never hurt you.

When you made it back to the hotel room, you closed the door and took Spencer by the hand, setting him down at the edge of the bed. You stood in between his legs so that he was face to face with your chest. You brought his hands up to your chest and he took the wire out. You turned around but grabbed his hand before he fed it out of the back of your dress, causing Spencer to tense with fear that he did something wrong, a face you had seen far too many times.

“It might be easier if you unzip me and then take the wire out”, you suggested coyly.

“Oh um, are you sure?”, he asked, hesitant to touch you again. You looked down at him and could see the bulge that had formed in his pants.

“Yes, there is nothing I am more sure of”, you said while rubbing your thumb over his cheek. You turned back around and sat in his lap. His hands hovered over your zipper and then he began to slowly unzip it. You could feel the bulge growing in his pants with each inch of your back that became more exposed. As you felt his hands trace down your back, you became more and more turned on and you could feel your black panties getting wetter by the second. Desperate for some relief, you shifted your hips, causing Spencer to let out a quiet moan and his bulge to grow even bigger. When he finally got the wire out, you stood back up and turned around so he was once again staring at your breasts. Because your dress was unzipped, the shoulders of the dress began to fall, exposing even more of your chest. You smirked at seeing Spencer stare at your breasts, unable to peel his eyes away.

“You can touch me”, his eyes grew wide, realizing what he had been staring at and he looked up into your eyes, making sure not to break contact.

“Sorry, I didn’t mean to stare”, he said sheepishly.

“Spencer”, you let out a soft chuckle, “You are my boyfriend, it’s okay, I want you to stare. I’d be a bit concerned if you didn’t like what you saw… You do right? You do like what you see?”, you said with a smaller waver to your voice.

“Of course I do! I-I, (y/n) I think you are the most beautiful person in the world. I would stare at you all day if I could, I mean, I kinda do.”

“Then touch me”, you almost whined, desperate for some friction to your crotch.

“I… I just don’t want to hurt you...” “You won’t.”

“But what if I do. I couldn’t live with myself if I knew I ever hurt you or made you uncomfortable”, he said staring at the floor. You brought his chin up to meet your gaze.

“Spencer, I want you to touch me, okay? I want this. And I trust you. I know that if for some reason I ask you to stop, you will. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable either, so if you don’t want this that is also totally okay, and we can just kiss and cuddle like normal okay? I love doing that too.” Spencer looked at you with such love your heart fluttered.

“I really want this, but only if you do too”, he said grabbing your hands and running his thumbs over your knuckles.

“I really do”, you said as you leaned in to kiss him. When your lips met he stood up and spun you so that the backs of your knees were against the bed. He ran his hands up and down your back, hinting at what he wanted to do.

“Is this okay?”, he asked. You nodded. He began to pull your dress down as he left sloppy kisses down your neck. Your exposed skin was on fire and everywhere he touched sent shocks of pleasure through your body. He pushed you onto the bed and got on top of you. His kisses got lower as he began to kiss the outline of your very much see-through lace bra. You were squirming beneath him as he sucked on the soft skin of your breasts, surely leaving marks to be admired for days to come. Your hands laced through his hair and your hips jolted up towards him in hopes of any form of release. He smiled into your skin and moved his hands down to the hem of your dress. He played with it before taking his mouth off of your breast and he looked you in the eyes.

“Is this okay?”, he asked.

“Yes, please Spencer, yes please.” With that he pulled your dress off your body, leaving you writhing beneath him in your soaked lace panties and bra. You lifted your arms up to start unbuttoning his shirt. You pushed it off his shoulders and ran your arms down in lean arms and then up to his subtly toned chest. “Please, Spence, I need you…” Hearing you beg for him made his heart do somersaults. He brushed his hands over your hips and slowly pulled down your panties, exposing you to him. He looked at you with desire.

“Is this okay?”, he asked, motioning towards your dripping entrance.

“Yes, please”, and that was all he needed before smiling up at you and connecting his mouth to your slit. He ran his tongue up and down you, eliciting loud moans from your mouth. He sucked on your clit and then ran his tongue in circles. You had been imagining this for months, and now that it was finally happening, it didn’t take long for you to come, your whole body shaking, your thighs tightening around his head, and his ears filling with you moaning his name. When you finally came down, you looked up at Spencer who stared back, matching your lustful gaze.

“You are so beautiful”, he said, running his fingers along every curve of your body. You looked down to see he was about to burst out of his pants. “Was that okay?”, he asked. 

“That, Dr. Reid, was more than okay, that was perfect.” He chuckled at you calling him doctor and placed a kiss to your forehead. He didn’t know it was possible to love someone this much. He thought his heart might burst. “I want you”, you said longingly.

“You have me”, Spencer replied with a confused smile, not quite understanding what you were saying.

“No, I want you, in me, please. I need you so bad”, Spencer’s eyes shot wide open.

“Are you sure?”, he said, running his hand over your cheek.

“I have never been more sure.” His smile grew to match yours and his mouth was back on yours, kissing you like he had been lost in the desert and you were the oasis he finally found. 

You reached down to his waist, “Is this okay?”, you asked. He nodded and hummed into your mouth. You unbuckled his belt and threw it to the side. You then undid his pants and ran your hands over his bare hips and up to his back, lightly scratching your nails into his skin, he moaned in response, jolting his hips towards you. He broke apart from the kiss to remove his pants and boxers to reveal his very hard length. You stared in amazement. Sure, you had felt your fair share of Spencer’s erections through his pants while kissing and cuddling, but this was even better than you imagined.

“Are you sure you want this?”, he asked as he positioned himself above you, his member ghosting over your entrance.

“Yes.” That was all it took and he slowly started to insert himself into you. You sucked in a sharp breath from feeling him inside you. The stretch hurt a bit, but it felt so good. Spencer noticed the discomfort you felt and immediately stopped. You looked up at him, wondering why he stopped when he felt so good.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”, he asked, searching your face for an answer.

“No, I’m great. Please don’t stop. You feel so good”, you whimpered, caressing his cheek. He nodded sheepishly, trying to hold back a smirk, and continued. When he bottom out you both let out a moan, and he stayed there for a moment to let you adjust. 

“Okay, I’m good”, you smiled at him, “please move”, you begged as your hips thrust upward. He started kissing you again as he began to move at a slow pace, as not to hurt you. You moaned into his kiss and whispered into his mouth, “Faster, please. Ruin me.” Spencer, completely enchanted by you, hanging onto every sound that came out of your mouth, happily obliged and began to thrust harder and faster. “Mmmuhhh Spence… Fuck… MMM Spence!”, you moaned. He was so high off of you he began to zone out in how good you felt.

“You feel so good (y/n), you feel so good around me”, he panted between kisses. You could tell that you were so close, but there was something you wanted to do first.

“Spence, wait…”, you said, putting your hand on his chest. He froze. Horrified he hurt you. You took his chin in your hand and met his gaze, “Can I ride you?”, you asked softly.

“Yea-Yeah, yes, yes please���, he said relieved. He turned both of you so that you were on top. You hovered on his tip, tracing circles at your entrance. You slowly lowered yourself as he moaned your name until he was fully inside you. He stared at you and reached for the clasps of the bra you still had on. “Is this okay?” You smiled and nodded as he unhooked your bra, releasing your breasts. He ran his hands over them, causing you to tip your head back in pleasure. You tightened around him, causing him to thrust into you at the sensation. You took that as your cue to start. You began rocking your hips, grinding on him as he grabbed your hips and dug his fingers into your sides. You began to bounce up and down on him, picking up your pace as you moaned even louder. Spencer was in pure bliss, looking at you ride him, moaning his name, as your breasts bounced in sync with your hips. He ran his hands over your ass and gave a tight squeeze, causing you to squeal. 

“Spence”, you warned, “I’m close.”

“Me too”, he moaned. As you came down, he thrust up into you hard, causing both of you to reach your climax together. You both sat there for a moment, just enjoying the feeling of one another. Spencer sat up, still inside of you, and you leaned into his chest as he wrapped his arms around you. “I need to clean you up”, he whispered as he pressed a kiss to your forehead.

“In a minute…”, you said, “You feel so good”, not wanted to lose the full feeling you had with him inside you. So that’s exactly what you did. You stayed, sat on Spencer’s lap, him still inside you, holding each other in your arms as you laid your head on his shoulder. He was so warm, and you loved the feeling of your bare chests together. After a few minutes of holding each other, he finally got you to get up so he could take care of you. He got a wet wash towel with warm water and came back to clean you off before doing the same to himself. He crawled under the covers with you and pulled you into his chest, his arms enveloping you in his warmth. He placed a kiss to the top of your head as you put your head in the crook of his neck.

“(Y/n)?”, you hummed in response, your eyes still closed, “I love you so much. Thank you for trusting me and letting me be with you”. You opened your eyes and looked up at him.

“Thank you for loving me and for always respecting me. I love you, more than you will ever know”, you said before placing a kiss to his cheek. He smiled in response and pulled you closer, never wanting to let go.

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Summary: Sunset Curve Alive AU, Willex, where will they go?, 2.7k

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Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

“So, I was thinking,” Luke was saying to Julie once everyone was back in the green room, chatting lightly as they packed up their gear. “Maybe I could visit your mom in the hospital and play some songs for her. Cheer her up, you know?”

Julie looked so touched. Willie still didn’t know their whole story, but they seemed like a good fit. He had offered to help Alex load up his drums, but apparently there were people paid to do that here. Alex was just supervising it because he wanted to make sure they were handled right. It was a pity this place was full of techs and ushers and security because it was so tempting for Willie to try a few tricks on his board in there.

He’d finally gotten a proper introduction to everyone, and it turned out that all of Alex’s friends were great. The guys were all super chill, and he couldn’t thank Julie and Flynn enough for letting him be there to begin with. They seemed almost like a family. If he didn’t think about it too long, then he could ignore how badly he wanted to stay around all of them for as long as he could. Willie couldn’t remember anywhere that had felt so warm and open. He ran his fingers over the new bandage that he’d gotten on his hand.

Alex sat beside him, gear all stashed away.

“So, what’s your plan?” he asked.

“It’s a surprise,” Willie teased. “But it’s close.”

Alex looked around the room and then back at him with wonder in his eyes, raising the corners of his lips.

“Just the two of us though,” Willie added.

“Of course,” Alex nodded, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

“Hey, guys,” Luke spoke to the entire room. Flynn, Reggie, and Bobby stopped the silly hand clapping game they were in the middle of and all turned their heads to face him.

“Julie and I just came up with a super cool plan,” Luke continued. Julie stood with him, and Luke immediately stood back to let her speak.

“I told you guys that my mom’s cancer is back. She’s given a lot to me, and I don’t think I could ever give back everything. But it would be really neat if we all gave her a private mini concert.”

Cheers went around the room, making Julie beam with happiness.

“I know it’s short notice,” she went on. “But I want to try to do it once we’re all back in California.”

“But what about your shows in the next couple of days?” Flynn questioned.

“I’m gonna see if I can reschedule them. I know it isn’t an ideal thing to do but with my mom’s condition, I’ve gotta do what I can.”

Willie sat quietly. He would’ve been happy to be involved, but was too aware that he was staying here in Vegas. That same feeling of wrongness crept along his skin, making him fold his arms and rub his thumb where it rested. He wasn’t sure when he’d picked up the habit, but he was doing it a lot more often recently.

“Uh…” he started. “I’m gonna catch up with you guys later, if that's okay.” He glanced over at Willie in a subtle but giddy manner.

The group finished discussing plans about getting together for a quick practice and what kind of songs they would do for Julie’s mom. When Willie suggested Yellow Submarine, Alex advocated for it as well, and he was happy to have made at least some contribution to their ideas. Once all that was put together, everyone got ready to go their separate ways. All the guys shuffled toward their van and Alex hung behind for a moment.

The guys all looked mildly surprised, but ultimately shrugged.

“Catch you later, Alex,” Luke said, giving him a wink. Reggie was singing Yellow Submarine under his breath as they drove away, to which Willie giggled quietly.

“You ready?” he turned to Alex, noticing his hands were free from clutching the strap of his fanny pack this time.

“I guess I am,” Alex said, smiling through his nerves.

Willie took his hand tightly and carried his board with the other. Alex's smile only grew wider as they hurried out to the street. The goofy jerking between their hands only made them squeeze harder to keep contact. He could hear the delighted chuckle being released behind him as he guided Alex across the city. He felt his lungs let forth a youthful yell from his throat, and he felt like Peter Pan crowing as he flew through the stars.

People darted out of their way as they rushed onward. Willie eventually saw his target, the Stratosphere, and didn't even bother pausing before he pulled Alex through the entrance. The elevator was just being emptied and before anyone could stop them, he tugged Alex inside and pressed the buttons to get them to the highest floor. The doors shut and they felt the jolt of being lifted from the ground pull them downward.

"Aren't we supposed to pay for tickets?" Alex panted, laughing between breaths.

Willie, also doubled over in laughter, just shook his head.

"Capitalism sucks, man! Don't buy into it!"

Alex only wheezed, leaning into the wall for support. Eventually, they both sat on the floor and after a few more bouts of laughter were able to calm down and breathe normally.

"When you said you had your ways I didn't know you literally meant you could just walk in anywhere," Alex thought aloud.

"The concert was luck," Willie smiled. "Here, it's just practice."

Alex shook his head incredulously. They both sighed, feeling that strange tension that had been there back in the diner, except Willie felt it in his fingertips. He eyed Alex’s hand lying inches away, and imagined himself reaching through and lacing their fingers together.

"How's that relaxing going, by the way?" he wondered.

"Hard to tell with you around," Alex stated, sarcasm not to be missed.

"I'll take the compliment."

Their long ride inside the elevator was near the end, and they stood up as the numbers got closer. Willie felt Alex's pinkie reach for his and he was happily surprised at the feeling of skin twining with skin. It was like they didn’t have to say anything - they just felt the same things. The door opened to the fresh evening breeze and revealed the wonderful sight before them.

"Whoa," Alex breathed, immediately drawn to the view on the observation deck. The lights from below sparkled in his eyes and Willie followed as they came right up to the railing. Both of them sat in awed silence, watching everything blink and glitter beneath them. The mountains in the distance bordered everything in a gentle, majestic manner. Willie had been up here so many times and somehow never noticed the odd sense of being folded in angels' wings before.

“I’ve been an idiot,” Alex started saying. Willie turned his head in confusion. Their hands slipped apart as Alex began gesturing to emphasize his words. “I’ve been thinking all day about how everything goes wrong and expecting everything to go wrong. I haven’t been enjoying anything nearly as much as I should be right now.”

Willie didn’t reply just yet. He just looked at Alex, watching how tense he was still, almost as if he could see the lion in the cage inside his head. All he wanted was to set it free. He looked around, and while there were a couple people on the other side of the observation deck, they seemed likely to just take pictures and then head back down.

“You know what I love about being up here besides the view?” he asked Alex.

“What?”

Willie gripped the railing as hard as he could, took in a deep breath, and screamed out into the darkness. Alex looked around nervously, but only watched the other people on the deck make their way back to the elevator.

“You gotta try it,” Willie urged.

Alex braced himself against the barrier and gave a nice little yelp.

“Oh, are you a puppy up for adoption?” Willie joked, tugging on Alex’s jacket. “Your whole body needs to let go.”

Alex looked back at him with an intense focus, and then turned back to the railing. Filling his lungs to the brim, he yelled viciously over the top of it. Willie joined him and they both staggered between screaming and taking moments to breathe. Something about it said words beyond what they had spoken. Willie heard a unique sort of agony as Alex belted everything to the night. He wondered if his pain came through as well.

Alex finally sighed as he finished his last shout and then looked up at the sky and closed his eyes.

“I did enjoy that,” he said. “Thank you.” He dropped his posture and Willie smiled at seeing him finally loosen up.

“Didn’t know you had so much pent up rage,” he commented.

“I guess I didn’t either,” Alex said, chuckling darkly. He sat on the ground and looked up at Willie to follow suit. Taking a seat across from him, Willie eyed him curiously.

“Now what?” he asked.

“Staring contest,” Alex said plainly.

Unfortunately, Willie blinked immediately. Probably ten times in succession, actually. This time, Alex got to laugh.

“Okay, not an actual staring contest,” he said. “ But I’ve tried this with all the guys in the band. We look into each other’s eyes for a few minutes, no speaking, and we just....know each other better. Bobby’s the one who started it.”

Willie only nodded as they got into comfortable positions before locking eyes. He tried to silence any impulses for his mind to focus on anything else and channeled everything into looking at Alex. Even in the dim light, he picked up the green color staring back at him. The stillness outside rivaled the storm within them.

Slowly, the storm softened into waves of caring kindness. They were powerful, but low, as if Willie were wading in shallow water and letting them crash over him. Each wake broke upon him in just the way he wanted to collide with them. This wasn’t a tide where he would get lost in the danger of the deep. The current was pushing him back to the shore, toward safe ground. 

The image in his mind suddenly morphed, and he was transported from calming waves to a rickety road. Fields passed by as he found himself looking out a window. His vision steered to his left, and an older man with a jovial smile sat at the wheel, turning to him as if they’d been passing jokes between them. The man’s familiar laugh echoed in his head.

 Absent-mindedly, Willie grabbed Alex’s hand. Pulled out of his trance, Alex looked at him with concern.

“I just remembered something,” Willie said, sounding like he’d received divine communication. It almost felt like he had. That image was supposed to be locked away, he’d been told. Never to be known again.

“What, like you left the stove on or something?” Alex asked in confusion.

Willie shook his head seriously. His hand was still squeezing Alex’s but he couldn’t get it to loosen its grip. It wasn’t because the memory had scared him, but fear was present anyway.

“No.” His eyes had trouble focusing on Alex’s face, now. “I think I remembered my dad. Like we were driving together. I remembered him.”

Alex dipped his head lower as he tried to figure out what Willie meant.

Willie bit his lip and looked at him apprehensively. This wasn’t the intended topic of discussion tonight. It wasn’t a subject he was usually allowed to speak of to begin with. He opened his mouth and clamped it shut, and then opened it again.

“I have retrograde amnesia,” he confessed.

Alex’s jaw slacked and hung open for a minute. Willie wasn’t sure how long he could handle this gorgeous boy blinking at him in disbelief before Alex closed it again.

“Oh my god, Willie,” he started, still sounding unsure but remaining gentle.

“I’m sorry, that’s sort of a really big thing to just drop on somebody,” Willie started.

“No, no, you don’t need to be sorry,” Alex soothed. “But, oh my god, you just remembered something.”

Willie ran his hands through his hair and took a deep breath.

“Yeah… I did,” he said, just realizing the significance of that himself. His past wasn’t entirely under lock and key. That...brought a lot of emotions with it.

“Wait, so how long have you been like this?” Alex asked.

“About a year and a half,” Willie told him solemnly. “Caleb told me I was hit by a car when I was out skating. I even have a scar.” He lifted his hair and turned his head so Alex could get a look. Alex grimaced and shook his head, clearly not liking the visual he’d received in his mind.

“You’re lucky you’re not dead,” he said.

“Yeah, Caleb said that too.”

“Wait, who’s Caleb?” Alex blurted.

“Oh,” Willie looked downcast. “He’s my legal guardian. And my boss. You saw him this morning, remember?”

“That’s your legal guardian?” Alex said, sounding slightly upset. “Guy gave me the creeps.”

“That’s fair,” Alex said, sounding a little unconvinced of his own statement. He sat quietly for a minute. Willie studied him, worried about how he would respond next. Any fun had been sucked out of the air due to his own personal business.

“Yeah, well,” Willie shrugged. “He does that. But, what can I do, you know?”

“So, for the past year and a half,” Alex started. “You’ve had nobody except your boss?”

Wow, that hit him right in between the eyes. Willie hadn’t actually considered that before. He blinked momentarily and then looked directly into Alex’s eyes as pain slowly took over. Then hot tears welled up, causing him to look away.

“I guess not,” he said quietly, his voice already trembling. Before he could huddle into a little ball, Alex’s arms were around him, pressing his head to his chest. Heaving a sigh, he let the tears fall as quietly as he dared to be. His hand crept up to hold onto Alex’s shoulder and gripped tightly. A funny weight was felt on the top of his head, and he realized Alex was running his fingers through his hair. It was so soothing, so...sweet. Willie didn’t realize that was something he missed from his many forgotten memories.

Soon, he straightened up and wiped his eyes.

“Thank you,” he said to Alex, knowing he couldn’t possibly convey how grateful he truly was.

“Of course,” Alex assured him, still gazing upon him tenderly.

“I guess I killed the mood, huh?” Willie attempted to joke. Alex simply smirked and shook his head.

“For what it’s worth, I was totally lost in your eyes, so I needed to come back to reality.”

Willie couldn’t help but smile, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

“That was for free,” he said, already getting back into step with his sense of humor. “I charge everyone else.”

Alex quietly entered the hotel and slipped into the door of their room. The guys had thankfully left it ajar so he wouldn’t be locked out. Luke was already lightly snoring on the couch, and he saw that Reggie and Bobby had both taken the larger bed. Carefully pulling his fanny pack over his head and setting it on the side table, he kicked off his shoes.

“Hey, Alex,” he heard Reggie whispering. Dammit. “How’d it go?”

The entire night replayed on fast forward in his mind, and he couldn’t get over the beauty of it all. The weight of it all.

“It was good, Reg,” he whispered back. He quickly changed and climbed into the bed that came down from the wall. Too many thoughts and feelings swirled in his mind like a cajun soup. Willie was amazing. There was nothing else to it except smaller details that attested to the same fact. Today had been all he would have of him, though. His mind paused on that thought as silence filled his ears.

“Did you kiss him?” Reggie whispered out of the blue in curiosity.

“Hey, bigger spoon,” Bobby mumbled groggily. “Be quiet.”

Alex didn’t answer, but smiled quietly to himself. He should have kissed him.