#DID TAYLOR JUST KISS THE 22 GIRL ON THE CHEEK?

[titsthedamnseason]

i’m very sleepy i think i need to sleep and i’ll just set an alarm for surprise songs (you know since i committed this far i need to be sure nothing is happening and i am curious which songs she’ll sing tonight)

#DID TAYLOR JUST KISS THE 22 GIRL ON THE CHEEK? #OH MY GOD IT WAS KOBES DAUGHTER

[darknight3904]

The Length of a Life

𝕊𝕦𝕞𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕪: ᴛʜᴇ ᴏɴᴇ ᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴀɴᴅ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴇxᴘᴇʀɪᴇɴᴄᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ 20ꜱ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ

ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴛʜᴇᴏʀʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ꜱɪɴᴄᴇ ɢᴏᴊᴏ ᴀᴅᴏᴘᴛᴇᴅ ᴍᴇɢᴜᴍɪ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛꜱᴜᴍɪᴋɪ ʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇᴅ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜᴇ ɢɪʀʟʏ ꜱᴛᴜꜰꜰ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ 2010ꜱ. ɪɴ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴡᴏʀᴅꜱ, ɢᴏᴊᴏ ɪꜱ ᴀ ᴅɪʀᴇᴄᴛɪᴏɴᴇʀ ᴀɴᴅ ᴀ ꜱᴡɪꜰᴛɪᴇ ᴡʜᴏ ᴋɴᴏᴡꜱ ʜᴏᴡ ᴛᴏ ᴍᴀᴋᴇ ᴅᴜᴄᴛ ᴛᴀᴘᴇ ᴡᴀʟʟᴇᴛꜱ.

𝕎𝕒𝕣𝕟𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤: ᴄᴜʀꜱɪɴɢ. ᴍᴇɴᴛɪᴏɴꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴅᴇᴀᴛʜ/ᴋɪʟʟɪɴɢ. ꜱʟᴜᴛ ꜱʜᴀᴍɪɴɢ. ɴᴀᴏʏᴀ ᴢᴇɴɪɴ (ʜᴇ ɪꜱ ɢʀᴏꜱꜱ ᴀɴᴅ ɴᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ)

ɢᴏᴊᴏ x ᴢᴇɴɪɴ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ: ᴏᴠᴇʀ 5ᴋ (ɪ ᴛʜɪɴᴋ ɪ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴀ ᴘʀᴏʙʟᴇᴍ)

ᴘʀᴇᴠɪᴏᴜꜱ ᴘᴀʀᴛ / ꜱᴇʀɪᴇꜱ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ /ᴍʏ ᴍᴀꜱᴛᴇʀʟɪꜱᴛ

July 2013 (Gojo: 23 You:22)

"Satoru, did you forget the sunscreen?" You groan

"What? No! I swore I packed it in that little hidden pocket inside the green bag!"

"Well, it's not here," You sigh passing the bag to your boyfriend to check for himself

"I could've sworn I put it in here!" Gojo whines

"You probably left it on the kitchen counter." Megumi says

"I bet he did. He's always leaving the important things there." You say

"So you remembered the CD player but not the sunscreen?" Tsumiki asked with a light giggle.

Gojo rolls his eyes in annoyance. Not only were the two preteens he was stuck watching sassing him but so were you.

"Great, now we can listen to One Direction while our skin burns," Megumi says

"One Direction is amazing! Zayn is so awesome!" Tsumiiki gushes as she pulls one of her CDs from the big bag that was supposed to have the sunscreen in it.

"I'm more of a Harry girl myself." You chime in

"Excuse me, could you not talk about another man in my presence?!" Gojo gasps, kicking a bit of sand towards you.

"I'll talk about whatever man I want to since mine forgot one of the most important things you need for a day at the beach." You say, pointing an accusing finger at Gojo.

"I'm your man?!" Gojo gasps wrapping his arms around you "Finally you acknowledge my presence, Senpai!"

"Stop that." You say trying to wiggle away, embarrassed as other beachgoers are staring at your loud-mouthed boyfriend. "You're embarrassing us and I'm a year younger than you, idiot."

"Never! Tsumiki, play What Makes You Beautiful! I'm going to serenade all of you!" Gojo requests as he turns his head to place a wet kiss to your cheek.

"Tsumiki don't do it!" Megumi begs "Last time he sang One Direction my ears almost fell off!"

"Then I won't sing One Direction...Tsumiki put Taylor Swift on! I'll sing You Belong with me, instead!"

"No!"

November 2013 (Gojo: 23 You:23)

"You're sure about this? She can't even see curses, let alone use a technique." Gojo reminds you as he drives.

"I'm sure. I hear she's strong in other ways. Besides you're Megumi's benefactor, I think I need a kid to look after as well." You say

"I just fund him. You do all the hard work." Gojo says

"Combing hair, wiping noses, and helping with homework isn't that hard, Satoru." You laugh

"Sure it is, the amount of boogers he and Tsumiki produce is disgusting," Gojo says, carefully parking the car

"Give me a call or a text if something goes wrong. I'll be waiting here." He says

"I think I should be saying that to you. You're the Gojo who just drove onto the Zenin estate like you own the place." You say

"True. I'll let you know if I become a damsel in distress." Gojo grins

His words are ridiculous but you do hope he contacts you if something goes wrong. Not because he couldn't defend himself but you didn't want him wiping the entire clan off the map, even if it would be for the best.

Hushed whispers follow you as you make your way toward your destination. Perhaps it's due to your engagement to Naoya. You can't imagine that the news of you and Satoru was out. After all, you had only told people you were both close with.

You're welcomed by the woman you can only presume is the twins' mother.

"And is this Maki?" You ask pointing to the little girl who peers around the corner of the doorframe.

"Yes, it is. But I'm sure you're more interested in Mai. She's the one who has a technique. I'll go get her for you." She says

"That won't be necessary. Let me have some time with Maki. I'll see Mai later." You say

She looks at you like you're insane but motions for her daughter to enter anyway before leaving the room. Her respect must only come because of her fear of Naoya's wrath. It hurt that so many people in the clan believed that you and Naoya were close. That you were only worthy of a bit of respect because Naoya might get upset.

Imagine if they found out what you and Satoru had done last night. You'd surely lose all respect then.

"Maki right?" You smile, hoping you're not coming off as intimidating to her, "Please sit down."

Maki wordlessly obeys you but you can tell she's trying to figure you out. The wheels are turning in her little brain.

"You know who I am right?" You ask

"You're Naoya-san's fiancee. My mothers talked about you before, and said you're an honored woman to be chosen for him." She spouts like the words have been perfectly laid into her mind, "She said you're the perfect example of what a woman in the clan should be. You're well-mannered and respectable."

Is that seriously what's been spread around the clan about you? Nothing else? Nothing about your technique or the fact that you're a special-grade sorcerer?

"Oh...that's wonderful she thinks so highly of me. I'll have to thank her later on." You awkwardly say.

If Maki doesn't know anything about who you really are as a sorcerer, this will probably take more effort than you initially planned.

"I don't really buy all that though. It seems like a bunch of scripted bullshit. Everyone around here buys into it though, even my sister." Maki says suddenly

Oh? What a surprising twelve-year-old girl Maki Zenin is turning out to be.

"I know you're a special-grade sorcerer. I also know you've kicked a bunch of curse's asses. " Maki grins

Good to see your reputation proceeded its self.

"What are you a fan?" You laugh, suddenly at ease with the girl

"Yeah!" Maki exclaims, suddenly standing up.

Her face gets red and she immediately gets back in her seat.

"I mean...no. I just hear some people talking sometimes." She lies, looking at the wall behind you.

"It's alright. I don't mind. It's nice to be praised, everyone likes to hear words of affirmation from time to time. It's what makes us human." You say

Maki slowly nods in agreement.

"I'm sure you're wondering why I'm here talking to you when Mai is the one with the cursed technique." You say, "The truth is, Mai doesn't really interest me. I am, however, interested in you."

"Me? Why? I can't even see curses." She grumbles

"That doesn't matter to me. You have potential to be amazing. Have you ever heard of Toji Zenin?" You ask

Maki shakes her head, figures, no one would pass on that bastard's legacy. Nabito must be content with Toji's vanishing after his death a few years ago. Too bad he couldn't get his hands on Megumi.

"He was just like you. He couldn't see curses and yet he became known as the sorcerer killer. Toji was immensely powerful and I think that with time you could be the same way." You smile, the man might've been a total pain in the ass but there was no denying he had been strong.

"But what about Mai? Wouldn't she be the better choice?" Maki asks

Cute. Thinking of her sister.

"No, she won't be able to get as good as you." You honestly say

Maki doesn't like that and rolls her eyes at you.

"Look, there's ways to become great. I brought one with me today. I'll even give it to you know but only if you agree to becoming a sorcerer." You say

"Fine. I've been wanting to show my family they're wrong about me anyway." She agrees

"Good, now, here's how all this will work...In a few years, you'll enroll at Jujutsu High, I'll be your benefactor so you're going to have to work pretty hard. And while you're there you'll become stronger than everyone else." You explain, hoping your over-the-top words will inspire her.

Maki follows you to the car where you can hear California Girls by Katy Perry blasting even with the windows closed. Satoru is going to end up deaf one day.

"Oh right...the gift." You say pulling a small case from your purse

Maki opens it slowly and is obviously disappointed when it's a pair of glasses.

"Um, I can see just fine." She mumbles

"These are special glasses. They let you see curses. Next time you're out, give em' a try. I'm sure they won't disappoint."

You give the girl a gentle pat on her shoulder before beginning to walk towards the car.

"Hey, wait!" Maki calls

You turn to face the young girl you just placed your hopes on.

"Thank you!" Maki smiles

Maki watches as you get into the car and say something to the person at the wheel. It looks like the two of you are laughing as they reverse. Then, just as the car passes her, she locks eyes with blue eyes covered by dark glasses. A white tuft of hair catches her eye and then you're both gone.

Were you in a car with Satoru Gojo?

October 2014 (Gojo: 24 You:23)

"I mean it. After we both turn 28 I expect us to be married." Naoya says, "After all, I've done you a favor not spreading your relationship with Gojo everywhere. You can thank your little project for the news reaching me."

Maki. You didn't blame the girl for telling someone. You probably would've done the same thing if you were in her shoes. It was only a matter of time until he found out anyway.

"You don't even want to marry me, why the rush?" You ask boldly,

You've been spending too much time with Satoru and now you're mouthing off in front of Naoya.

"My father wanted us to be married already at 25." He explains, ignoring your rudeness "You're right, I don't want your ugly cunt anywhere near me. Why do you think I pushed for 28?"

His words are harsh and hurtful but you internally thank him for pushing the marriage off. It gave you more time to try and figure out what you'll tell Satoru.

"Better get your affairs in order, future wife. I have a feeling a certain Six Eyes user won't be happy about you leaving him one day." Naoya laughs "He'll certainly miss you warming his bed. He'll find another though, you seem to be rather forgettable, with that plain face of yours."

"Shut the fuck up, Naoya."

Shit. You should not have said that.

Instead of anger or fists, you're met with amused laughter from the man who represents everything you've been running from your whole life.

"Such a temper. I'll have fun getting that out of you once we're married. Until then, feel free to live as Satoru Gojo's glorified slut. I'll remind you of your real place in a few years." Naoya says, leaving you speechless.

The Tatami door of his father's expensive home slides shut behind him and you swear the anger inside you has never burned hotter.

"He said what?!" Gojo yells "Where the hell does this bastard live again? I'm going to rip his teeth out of his skull!"

"Satoru, be quiet! The kids have school tomorrow!" You try to calm him down.

You had come home expecting him to be in bed but now here you were spilling details about what Naoya did this time.

"There's nothing you can do about it now, what's been said is said." You say

"That doesn't mean I can't go over to his house and blow his ass up!" Gojo declares

"Just let it go, 'toru. I'm tired and I want to take a hot bath and go to sleep. I just wanna forget about it for now." You sigh

Gojo looks at you and he can see how worn out you are. From dealing with curses, Naoya's disgusting ass, Megumi, and Tsumiki, your energy is completely gone. For your sake, he'll drop it. Just for now though.

"Alright. But only if I get to sit on the floor and talk to you while you soak." Gojo says

"Fine...but it better not be about anything stupid like Digimon." You warn

"I was just gonna talk about how Tsumiki taught me how to make a Duct Tape wallet today." He says picking you up off the couch bridal style and carrying you to the bathroom, "For the record, Digimon is awesome."

"What wallet?" You ask as you begin shedding your dirty clothes

"Look," Gojo says pulling a bright pink Duct Tape wallet out, "Pretty cool right? She showed me all the steps and helped me when I messed up."

"Satoru it doesn't look very secure." You laugh "But yes, it's very nice. It's the perfect color for you."

"Right? Also, it's perfectly secure," Gojo says

He's eating his words a moment later though when his credit card slips out of the little pocket it was nestled in and right into the bathtub that was slowly filling with water.

"Alright, maybe it's not the most secure."

February 2015 (Gojo: 25 You:24)

"Trust me, he's totally gonna love it," Shoko assures you

"I dunno...he's been so stressed lately. The higher-ups have been breathing down his neck and he's been going through some training so he can teach at the school next year." You say.

"All the more reason to buy the dress. Every guy likes a little eye candy every once in a while. Nanami and I will even watch Megumi and Tsumiki for the night. That way you can really get into it!" Shoko grins

Your face heats up as you hand your card to the cashier. Why were you friends with her again?

"Could you please not say stuff like that in front of others, you're embarrassing me." You groan, avoiding the cashier's eyes as he smirks at you.

"Oh please, that's why we're friends," Shoko smiles, "So what time should I pick the kids up? Nanami and I will make sure they eat all their vegetables and go to bed early."

You try to think of the last time you and Satoru had a moment alone. Most nights were whirlwinds of chaos between cooking dinner, helping with homework, and then throwing in exorcising a curse or two...

"Four thirty...Satoru usually gets home at six. I want some time to do my hair nicely." You relent

"Perfect!"

Gojo can't wait to get home. He swears all his problems will be solved the moment he sees you. Today, he's exercised three special grades, sat in a boring meeting, and then had to listen to Yaga blab for hours about how important the next generation is. He already knew that...why else would he be personally training Megumi?

A hot shower and a big meal are on his mind as he fumbles with his keys to open the door. He can smell whatever you're cooking up behind the door and he hopes it's something with noodles.

"Satoru!"

Your sweet voice is music to his ears as you call to him from the kitchen.

"Yeah, I'm home." He sighs, removing the white bandages he's been using for his eyes. Perhaps he should go back to glasses.

All thoughts of passing out in bed leave his mind once he sees you. A little black dress hugs your figure as you stir at whatever's in the frying pan on the stove.

"Well, well... what's this?" He smiles

"How was your day?" You ask coyly like you're not all dressed up for him.

"Terrible, until I came home to all this." He honestly says, crossing the room to wrap his arms around you from behind.

"I'm making Sukiyaki." You say, accepting his barrage of kisses that he trails all over your neck.

"And it smells amazing... I'm more interested in this though..." He says slightly pulling the bottom up the dress up your thighs.

"Ah, Shoko said you'd like a bit of eye candy in your life." You smile

"Well, she was right." Gojo laughs, pressing a wet kiss to your ear.

"Forget the Sukiyaki, let's go upstairs. I think our bedroom is calling our names." He whispers.

"I'm in the middle of cooking, 'toru." You say, knowing he's going to win this one.

"We can order a pizza." He says, "I'll even get one with pepperoni on it for you."

Before you can get another word of protest out, he's switching off the stove and carrying you up the steps.

"Eye candy indeed." He laughs as he gently tosses you on the bed, "I'm so glad my meal is this delicious looking."

"Satoru!"

It's going to be a long night, it's a good thing Megumi and Tsumiki are gone.

September 2016 (Gojo: 26 You:25)

"Shut up Megumi!"

Tsumiki's room door slamming is loud enough to rattle the entire house.

"Not again..." Gojo groans from his spot on the couch.

Today was his first day off in months, he wished you were here and snuggled into the couch with him but instead, you were off on some mission with Nanami and that kid he was training, Ino was it?

Gojo wished you were here so you could deal with whatever the Fushiguro siblings were fighting about now. You had always been better at diffusing the situation that he was. After all, he'd often end up instigating more problems since Megumi was so funny-looking when he got mad.

"What's going on now?" Gojo asked the dark-haired boy

"Nothing. I just told her that her hair was weird looking today. Where is-"

"She's out on a mission with Nanamin. I'll be handling dinner tonight so go start your homework and apologize. " Gojo said

"You sure you can handle that without burning the place down?" Megumi asked

"Of course I can! I'm the strongest sorcerer alive...I can handle a little dinner."

"Goodnight, Zenin-san!" Ino called out the window as the car drove away

He really was a lovely boy, strong too. Nanami had trained him well. The walk up the sidewalk to your shared home with Gojo and the kids was your last sliver of peace though as you could already hear yelling.

What horrors awaited you on the other side of this door?

"Megumi would it kill you to help out?"

"Yeah probably. That pot is gonna overflow."

Your feet quickly carry you to the kitchen where Satoru is standing amongst...well you're not really sure what he's trying to cook.

"What's going on?" You ask

"You're home!" Gojo called excitedly, "How's Nanamin?"

"He's great. What's all this?" You ask gesturing to a pan that's been burned so bad its normally white bottom is black with charred food.

"He's trying to make dinner. He's been trying for almost two hours." Megumi says

"Satoru you're 26, can't you cook anything?" You ask as you pull your hair up, ready to take the spoon away from him

"I can cook. " He defends

"Frozen chicken nuggets don't count." You laugh

"Hey!"

Gojo watches as you toss what he was working on, to be frank, he's not sure what he was trying to make at this point. It had started as pork katsu and then evolved into a disaster.

"What's wrong now?" You ask as you rummage through the fridge.

"I wanted to have a nice meal ready for when we got back from your mission. Like you do for me." Gojo says

You can hear the pout in your boyfriend's words.

"It's alright, Satoru. It's the thought that counts." You assure him

"Next time you go away, I'm going to make the best dinner ever." He declares, resting his chin on your shoulder as you fill a pot up with water.

"Well, Nanami and I have orders for Friday...so I'd get learning, Satoru." You smile.

"Perfect. Friday night, my dinner will be even better than yours. I'm going to go pick out a recipe on my laptop." He declares marching off to who knows where.

"Can I ask you a question?"

"Of course, Megumi." You say, the boy rarely asked questions, so you were always excited to answer them when he did.

"Can you get someone else to cover your mission on Friday? I think if you leave him alone with the kitchen again he might blow us all up."

2017 (Gojo: 27 You:26)

June

"So he's cursed?" You ask as you skin the papers Gojo just handed you.

"Yup. The curse comes from his childhood friend, Rika." He explains "She's super powerful, I hope she doesn't try to squash me tomorrow when I meet with him."

You let out an ugly snort of laughter.

"Hey don't be mean, I'm being serious." Gojo smiles

"I'm sure you are, Satoru. and I know you're going to have no trouble handling Yuta Okkotsu tomorrow." You say

Gojo lets out a soft hum of acknowledgment.

"I can't help but think something is coming." He says

"Like what?" You ask

"I'm not sure." He says

"Then why'd you bring it up?"

"Do you ever stop to think that your words might come off as rude to others?"

"No, not really."

September

"Maki is doing really well for someone with no cursed energy. I'd hate to go against her in just hand-to-hand combat." You say

"Are you saying you're weaker than a 15-year-old girl?" Gojo teases

"I'll kill you." You threaten

Gojo just laughs and sits directly next to you on the couch you were occupying.

"Very well, I'll see if I can change your attitude tonight then. After all, it usually ends with 'More 'toru! Ah! Right there!'" Gojo laughs

You're going to cut him in half, seriously why does he say these things?

"Does it ever occur to you that behavior like that in public is inappropriate and embarrassing for not just her, but you as well?" Nanami chimed in

"Well, I think it's funny, Nanamin."

October

"Happy Halloween, Zenin-san!" Yuta smiles

"Happy Halloween, Okkotsu. Do you and the other first years have anything fun planned?" You ask as you walk beside the boy

"Panda said that Inumaki likes to use his cursed technique on drunk people to get them to do crazy things," Yuta says

Now that, you weren't expecting. Inumaki definitely wasn't supposed to do that but it certainly sounded funny.

"Oh wait! I wasn't supposed to say anything about that!" Yuta scrambles

"It's alright, your secrets safe with me. I went to school here with Gojo so I've seen my fair share of craziness." You laugh

"Thanks, Zenin-san," Yuta says

"What's Maki up to tonight?" You ask

"Oh uh, I think she said she was just gonna stay in her dorm room tonight. Something about being too grown up for Halloween." Yuta says

"Makiiii, I know you're in there, Yuta can't keep a secret to save his life!" You sing as you knock on the girl's door.

"That idiot."

You smile as you hear her rummaging around in her room before the door swings open.

"What is it?" She asks

"Let's go spar. I wanna see how well you're doing." You smile

"You're dropping your elbows too much, that's why you're losing to me." You advise as Maki falls to the floor again

"Or maybe I'm losing to you because you're a special-grade sorcerer who's 10 years my senior." She grumbles picking herself back up

"Pessimism won't get you anywhere." You say, easily dodging her next attack with her staff.

"I think you're spending too much time around that bandaged idiot. You're beginning to sound like him. " Maki says

You're starting to sound like Gojo? It can't possibly be...your worst nightmares are coming true!

Maki's wooden sparing staff makes a sharp cracking sound as it hits your face.

"Oh shit! I didn't think I'd actually hit you!" She exclaims, rushing to help you up.

"It's alright, I'm fine." You laugh

"You're laughing...I must've hit you too hard. I'll go find Ieiri-san to help you." Maki says, clearly concerned.

"No really, I'm fine. I'm just impressed that the clan's weakest link is now one of our strongest."

"If you're going to insult me like the rest of them-"

"I'm serious, Maki. You've grown stronger than anyone could have ever anticipated. As your fellow sorcerer and relative, I'm proud." You say rubbing your face, damn she hit hard.

"Whatever...thank you," Maki says avoiding your gaze

You smile knowingly. Getting praise was something that had always been hard for her even though she so badly deserved it.

"Can I ask you something?" Maki says

"Sure," You reply, patting the floor next to you so she sits.

"The stuff that most of our clan spreads about you...how much of it is true?"

"You're Naoya-san's fiancee. My mothers talked about you before and said you're an honored woman to be chosen for him. She said you're the perfect example of what a woman in the clan should be. You're well-mannered and respectable."

"Not much of it. I mean maybe at one point it was true. But now only the engagement is the true part of that stuff. Although I'm hoping to get rid of that one too." You say honestly

"I knew you didn't really like him," Maki said

"Oh really? Are you a relationship expert now?" You laugh

"No....but I figured since you're dating Gojo there's no way you could be into a freak like Naoya." She said

"You're right about that one." You smile, when did Maki get so perspective?

How grown up she's become since you first met her.

November

Tsumiki looks peaceful today. Her hair is freshly washed thanks to a nurse and you've spent nearly twenty minutes combing it to perfection.

"If you keep brushing she'll be bald when she wakes up," Megumi says

You sigh and place the comb back on the little nightstand.

"It's almost as if she's just napping." You observe

"Yeah...weird isn't it?" Megumi agrees

"I hope she wakes up soon. She's already missed so much. If you keep growing she won't even recognize you." You tease

Megumi lets out a grumble but doesn't pull away when you rest your head on his shoulder.

"I hope she's dreaming about something good." You sigh

"...Me too."

December

"Satoru! Long time no see!"

If you could go back in time and tell your 17-year-old self she'd one day be staring at Suguru Geto who was now a curse user, she would've laughed in your face.

And yet, it was happening right now. Geto, your former upperclassman and friend was declaring war and pledging to rid the world of all non-sorcerers.

"The Zenin clan's biggest failure...how interesting that she's being trained by one of their strongest. What's the point in taking in a monkey-like her anyway? She'll never be anything." Geto says

"Watch your mouth, Geto." You growl, "Or have you forgotten I'm a special grade as well?"

"I'd never." Geto grins finally turning to face you.

Geto's eyes lock on yours and Satoru steps in front of you.

"You can leave her and the students out of this, Suguru," Gojo says

His face is a stoic mask as you watch your boyfriend approach his best friend for the first time in 11 years.

"See you at the war!" Geto calls as he disappears into the clouds.

"Are you nervous?" Nanami asked

"What? No. Do I look nervous?" You ask

"You're fidgeting a lot." He points out "You only do that when you're nervous. Just like when we had a big test coming up back when we were in school."

Curse Kento Nanami and his observation skills.

"Hey guys!" Ino points at the sky to a barrage of curses flying overhead.

You have a feeling you should've stretched a bit more.

"Zenin-San!"

Ino is calling your name but where is he? There are two curses to your right, another to your left, and then there's that green one that's flying above you.

"Zenin-san behind you!"

You quickly turn around to see Ino chasing what looks to be an Okapi of some form. It must've escaped him.

"Got it!" You call

Your sword feels good in your hands. It's been a while since you've gotten to use Phantom to its fullest potential.

There are five curses in total. Two are closer together, and the other two are farther apart. The final is in motion and a student is hot on its heels.

The cursed technique, Phantom allows the user to create many versions (Phantoms) of themselves at once. The true body can be as far or as close to these duplicates as they please. The more duplicates that are created, the less control the original user has over them.

One, two, Your first Phantom cuts through the curses like butter

Three- this one's for your main body- that particular slash felt good, you're getting in the groove, now

Four, your Second Phantom is on it,

Five, nice and weak, perfect to kill

Done, they're dead now.

"Wow, Zenin-san. Have you gotten faster?" Ino asks once you're done killing the final one.

"I don't think so. But my duplicates are exceptionally good today. I think it's probably the healthy diet I've been consuming recently." You explain, calling your duplicates back into your self.

"Hey, stop chatting. There's more coming." Nanami scolds

"Yes, sir!" Ino salutes

Satoru's face is blank as he approaches you, Yuta by his side who seems to be thrilled to just be alive.

"Are you okay?" Gojo asks, his eyes scanning for any injuries

He looks distracted like something is weighing on him.

"Geto?" You ask, ignoring his prodding.

You wonder if he had slipped through Gojo's fingers again.

"He's gone. Yuta here gave him a nice ass kicking." Gojo smiles, patting the boy on his back.

He's gone? He couldn't possibly mean...

You look up at your boyfriend who hasn't bothered covering his eyes back up. There's a sadness behind them that you think only you'll notice as Yuta calls out to Maki.

"Gone?" You ask once the boy's out of earshot

"Mmhm...It's alright though. I'll get over it. " Gojo sighs, his gaze fixed on the sunset.

"It'll take time." You say, trying to get just a hint of emotion from the strongest sorcerer's unreadable face.

"I just hope he didn't hate me in his final moments," Gojo admits finally looking at you and you can finally see how devasted he is. Pretty blue eyes that are welling with tears pull on your heartstrings.

"Suguru could never hate you, Satoru. You're an irreplaceable force to everyone, even him. You'll miss him forever and so will he." You assure

"Maybe you're right... I just think that I should've spent more time living with him. We spent more time apart than together, I think I might regret that until I die." Gojo says, voice dripping in regret.

"I like to think that it's not the length of life that matters but the depth of it. It matters how we spend our time together, not how much time we spend together."

I threw the Maki and reader interactions in at the last minute...I hope they turned out okay.

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[binkszamsstuff]

All to well

No real happy ending 🧣happy heart break fall!

Waking up in a cold bed, in an empty apartment was a deep burn. It burned you yet the hands of a cold man ripped out your heart. Every day with him was like pure daylight. The soft morning kisses, the laughs, and giggles. His eyes flashed in your mind. You looked for him in dim lit rooms. You had to admit that he was a stranger whose laugh you could recognize anywhere. James Barnes never was one to fall so deeply he told you so himself when the two of you first started to date. Now 10 years later no longer 17, you stood watching your husband dance with another woman. Soon-to-be ex-husband.

You don't know where it went wrong, where, why when your husband stopped loving you. But he did. After 10 years of being together 8 being married, one day he came home and told you the last thing you thought you'd hear. He was never late coming home, he never hid his phone, and right up until he told you he was affectionate and loving. You watched as he twirled her around the dance floor, she was younger maybe 22 give or take. The hurt ever so grueling never subsided, you began to walk to the exit away from him and the ballroom full of people and friends. Just as you stood straight pushing yourself away from the wall you had been leaning on his eyes locked with yours. And for a whole second words he would never tell you were shared. His eyes were smug, sad, and in love all in one. He loved her. You glanced away looking around the room but avoiding his gaze that still sat on you. You walked away. With your dress, and beautiful hair flowing down your shoulders, truly a goddess. Just as your night was about to be ruined, a man stopped you. His dark curls swept back, his glasses perched on his nose and his lips light pink. His height towering over you.

“May I have this dance?”

“I-i yes” you stumbled out shocked a man would look at you like James did.

Frank Sinatra's voice carried throughout the room, it was yours and James’ first dance song at your wedding.

The man glided on the floor with you, you were an excellent dancer. People stopped to watch the two of you dance including James. His eyes watched in sorrow, he thought he didn't want you, he thought he wanted to explore. But hearing the song transported him back to the day he first met you, how he begged you to let him have a chance. To your wedding day how he promised to love you forever and then he meant it. Yet now he realized he always would. He knew his chance with you was over but he would never love the other girls like he did his first wife.

The years swept on, you got married again to the man you met on the dance floor. You loved him deeply yet sometimes your brain would push fantaizes of what if he were James. And old memories rushing into your heart making you forget that things were different and that the man walking through the door getting home from work wasn't him. You loved the other man but your heart couldn't love him like your first husband. Sometimes love isn't enough. Now at 37 years old in the same ballroom just 10 years later you saw him again. His eyes and yours met and they spoke all the words that were stuck in his throat. All the ‘I love yous’ I miss yous’, ‘I want you back, ‘I wish you were her’. The two of you slowly walking towards each other with heartbroken smiles, two hearts that were ripped away from each other finally meeting again.

“I'm sorry” his hand meeting your waist

“I know”

“I love you baby girl” he whispered his eyes taking you in, he continued

“You've grown so much, your not my girl anymore huh.”

“37” you replied trying to hold your broken heart together for just one more minute.

“I’ve been in love with you since I was 18 years old, what am I doing?” he asked ashamed

“You didn't want me James” you spoke tears falling, James placed his hand on your cheek wiping away your tears with his thumb.

“I know and I'm the dumbest man for it” he whispered, his lips locking with yours one last time to savor the hurt and unfinished love.

That night James went back home with his 4th wife and you went back home to your husband.

That was the last time you saw James in person but you knew he watched over you. He was still all over, in the dim light of the grocery store line you'll catch a sniff of his cologne, his laugh, or his voice. You'll be walking in a cafe or the mall and see him, yet in a glimpse, he's gone. One day a lone pink lilly was placed on your door with a note.

‘I remember it all too well. I was there, sacred prayer, it was rare. You remember it all too well.”

This is what inspired this fic (it’s a video)

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[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hey can you do a billy x reader where she really insecure about her stomach and thighs ive been having a not good time

man, i just had a similar convo with my man today. this is straight from the heart and i'm almost positive you're gorg *chefs kiss*

"Hey, babygirl." Billy's voice shocks me and I take a step away from the sink, my teary eyes looking away from the hated image in the mirror. I can tell he senses my disappointment and sorrow as he steps up to me, his eyes raking over me. "Who did what?" He asks, reaching out to rest a stern hand on my upper arm. I just shake my head and reach up to quickly bat the tears from my eyes.

"Just wish I didn't have to wear this goddamn getup." I look down at the bathing suit dawning my body, the stretch-marks that cover my body sticking out as if they're highlighted.

"I think you look," he pauses, leaning into press a lingering kiss to my lips, the move almost pulling a smile from me, "breathtaking." I chuckle bitterly, pushing my finger against his chest and he takes a step away from me.

"I'm trying to tell you that I'm feeling insecure." I huff, avoiding his eyes and I listen to him blow out a breath. He never knows how to deal with me, how to help me when I'm feeling like this, only knowing that I'm fragile as glass and that I could break down at a moments notice.

"I hear you." He nods, stepping up to me once more to slide his hands down my arms, eventually landing at my hands where he intertwines his fingers. "All that I can offer you are words of encouragement and even more believable actions." He winks, finally pulling a giggle from me as my eyes flutter shut, letting him pull me into his arms.

"I guess that's all I need then." I shrug, dragging my fingers up and down his back as droplets of water skim past my touch. He presses a simple kiss to my shoulder before pulling away from me, reaching up to take my cheeks between his hands.

"And you know what to do if someone says anything." His voice is stern, chin tilting down so he can look down at me as his thumbs nudge my chin upwards. I have no choice but to look in his eyes as I recite the words he's told me many times in joking words but in a serious one too.

"Tell you and then bail you out of jail."

"Good girl."

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[bebepac]

The Adorkable Liam Rys

I am participating in @choicesflashfics weekly prompt  -- I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror will be in bold.

This is a special chapter of my series School Dayz, please feel free to check the series out and see what has happend so far in Apple Valley USA where there fic takes place.

The Book: TRR (no royals) Series:  School Dayz Pairings:  Liam x Riley  Word Count: 2500 Ratings and Warnings: Teen for a first kiss, but it was pretty tame.   Summary: Liam and Riley go on their first date

Song Inspiration: Take Me There by Blackstreet, Mya, Mace, Blinky Blink

Song Inspiration: Gangsta’s Paradise by Coolio, LV

Original Post: 10/15/22 at 11:21PM EST.

A/N:  Thanks to @dcbbw​ for mentioning how “adorkable” my Liam is in this AU.  

My inner monologue had me pumped up.  “Okay Liam Rys you can do this,  you’re a rockstar and Riley likes you, you got this.”  

I popped my collar, and stared at her for a moment while she was pulling books out of her locker.  I was ready to do this.  I can do this.  I’m  going to ask out my girlfriend.  

I strolled cooly over to her locker.  

“Hey!”  

She turned around smiling at me.  

“Hey!  Is that for me?” She pointed to the coffee drink in my hand that I was holding out to her.

“It sure is, I got your favorite.”  

Handing her the drink, I leaned against the locker trying to be cool.  

She took a sip of the drink and gave me an approving nod.

“It’ll do.”  

That didn’t seem like Riley, but she was still smiling at me.

“So what’s up?”  

“The weekend is coming up.”  

“Yeah it is. I can’t wait, and we are having a long weekend too? No school on Monday! Yes!”

“Exactly.  I was wondering, this Friday if you’d like to go out with me.”  

Her eyes widened, and she started laughing.  “OMG Liam, how can you not tell us apart?!?!?  She shook her head.  

“Taylor?  It’s you? But….”

She loudly scoffed, shaking her head.  

“We look nothing alike!”

SAYS THE IDENTICAL TWIN ABOUT THE OTHER IDENTICAL TWIN!!!!

“Riley’s out sick today, I was just getting her books out of her locker to take home for her,  she actually wants to do her homework.  Thanks for the hot chocolate, but for future reference my favorite drink is a caramel iced latte with an extra espresso shot.”  

Taylor slammed the locker door shut and walked away.

I sat up  in surprise. How the hell did that just happen?!?!?  How did I mess up asking Riley out in my own fantasy?!?!?!?! My inner monologue asked myself.

Riley’s notebook came into my peripheral view causing me to glance down at it.  The words “Are you okay?”  were written in her bubbly handwriting.  

I nodded.

She smiled at me and then turned her attention back to our teacher up front.  Riley Brooks had been my girlfriend  for a whole month.  Even before she became my girlfriend, we spent a lot of time together.  We’d been to so many things where we met up with each other, but I had never asked Riley out on a date, just us.  I think it's time to level up. Riley was not only super smart, and kind, but she's beautiful inside and out. Riley turned to look at me again.

“Is there something on my face?”  she asked. 

 I hadn’t realized I was staring at her, but she did.

“No, your face is perfect.”

She smiled that beautiful smile at me again, but this time, her cheeks reddened a bit.  

After class I carried Riley’s books to her locker for her.  The courage was there.  I could really do this.

“Riley?”  

“Yes?”

When she stared up at me with her walnut colored eyes all the courage melted away.  I was a puddle of goo lost in the alluring eyes of Riley Brooks.

“Liam?”

“You know what, I am not feeling that great,  I think I’m going to find Leo and see if he can take me home.”  

“Okay. I hope you feel better.”

I stayed at the school nurse faking a stomach ache for a bit, and while I was there, I concocted a plan.  

Leo seemed unconvinced. “Liam,  Riley’s your first girlfriend, don’t you think this is a little much?”

“Riley is just not a girl.  She’s THE girl. 

 And if I don’t do this the right way,  she might not be able to go out with me. Her brother is overprotective of her too.  This is the only way. I need to talk to her father.”

“You mean he didn’t answer when you called 911 and asked for him?”    Leo burst out laughing at the look on my face.  “I’m kidding, just making sure you really wanted to do this for her.”  

“She’s worth it Leo.”  

“Okay, then let’s do this.”

I walked up to the desk.

“May I speak with Detective Brooks please?”

“Who might I say is asking for him?”

“Liam Rys, ma’am.”

“Alright, I will check and see if he’s available. You can sit over there to wait.”    

We were waiting for around ten minutes before I saw Mr. Brooks walking towards us.

I immediately stood, and slapped Leo’s arm, for Leo to stand as well.

“Mr. Brooks Sir!”

“Liam.  Who’s this?”

“This is my brother Leo.”

“What’s up 5.0?”  

“Um….”   Detective Brooks gave Leo the side eye.  

“Sir, could I talk to you for a few minutes?”

“Sure, I’ll take you back to my office.  Is Gangsta’s Paradise coming with you?”

Author’s note:  RIP Coolio!

“Huh?”   Both of us were confused by the reference.

“Nevermind, just follow me.”  

Once in the office Mr. Brooks looked at the two with a very critical eye.

“What’s on your mind Liam?”

“Your daughter sir.”  

Now it was Leo’s turn to hit my shoulder.  “Abort!”  

“Riley is the smartest girl I know. She tells funny jokes, that always makes me laugh, and she’s kind.  And she’s really really pretty, but that’s not the first thing I noticed about her.  So of course she’s on my mind.”

“And here I was thinking Taylor would be the one that would have someone trailing her like a lost puppy when we moved here, and it’s Riley.”

“With your permission sir, I would like to ask Riley out on a date.”

“My permission?”  

Mr. Brooks looked around in surprise.

“Yes sir.  It seems like the proper thing to do, and I care about Riley.”  

“And how pray tell are you going to take her out on a date?  You don’t have a driver’s license.”  

“That’s where I come in.  I have a license and can chauffeur the two little lovebirds around. And I have a clean driving record, no tickets or DUIs.”

“You shouldn’t have any DUI's, you are not the legal age to drink.  There is no age to use illegal drugs.”  

“And I wouldn’t Your Honor.”

‘I am not a judge.”

“You sure about that? Cuz you’ve been giving my little bro the judgy eyes since we got here.”

“Leo!”  

“The point, Your Lordship, my brother likes your daughter.  So much so, that he sought your approval before even going to her to ask her out.  He’s really doing a chivalrous and noble thing, that I didn’t agree that he should have to do, but that he cared enough to do for her.”

“When did you want to take Riley out?”  

“This Friday Mr. Brooks.”  

Mr. Brooks looked from Leo to him.

“If Riley says yes, she can go out with you, under one condition.”  

“Yes sir?”  

“She needs to be home before eleven.”

“Yes sir.  I can do that. Thank you sir.”  

I felt like I was floating on air as we walked back out to the car.

“So now we’re going to the mall.  You need a new pair of pants, and a tie.  And we need to order Riley flowers for Friday.  You were right about Mr. Brooks.  He’s old school.  I thought that I had seen or heard that term Gangsta’s Paradise before, it’s a song.  I mean check out this song. The hook is lit.”  

That evening I stood in front of my mirror.  I worked on and rehearsed the words for several hours. Finally I had in my mind what I wanted to say, and it sounded natural with me saying it.

“Riley, if you’re not busy on Friday night, I’d love to take you out on a date.”  

“Oh Liam, Yes A thousand times yes!”   Leo screeched in a high pitched voice in a crude attempt to imitate Riley.

Leo punched my shoulder.  “She’ll say yes, don’t worry.”  

The next morning Riley and Taylor were both standing at her locker.  

I gave Riley her signature hot chocolate, but I had decided and bought a second drink.

“Here Taylor, I thought you might like this.”   From my day dream I got her the drink that she said was her favorite.

Taylor took a hesitant sip, then her eyes widened.  “Oh my God!  Liam this is amazing!!!!  How did you know?”

“Lucky guess.”

“Why don’t you ever get me coffee, Nico? Liam buys Riley hot chocolate every single day.”  

Nico looked irritated at me.  Maybe he should up his game I thought to myself but didn’t have the nerve to say.  

With Riley alone, it was finally time to ask her the words I had been planning to the past few days.

“I’d love to.”  Riley responded.

“Great!  I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“You’ll pick me up?”  

“Yes. I’ll pick you up.”  

“Alright.”  

Date Night Liam

“This stupid thing!!!!”  

I was trying to tie my tie, but I just couldn’t get it right.

Leo, hearing me grunt in frustration, walked into my room.

“What is wrong? I thought you’d be about ready to go?”

“I can’t get my tie right.”  

“It’s okay little brother, let me help. It’s not hard to do. It’s one of the very few things Dad taught me when he was around.”  

“Thanks Leo.”  

“You look nice.  Riley will think so too.  Now let’s go pick up the flowers, and get your lovely lady.”

Date Night Riley

She wanted to look pretty for her date with Liam, but she also wanted to look like her.  Taylor had the flair for dramatics, and that wasn’t what Riley wanted.  She thumbed through her closet of clothes carefully, deciding to look like herself, not a less flashy version of Taylor.  She picked her outfit.  

Riley decided to do her own makeup,  and no jewelry or earrings.  

“Riley… you look….beautiful.”  

“Thanks Mom. It’s not too plain?”  

“No, you’re perfect baby.”  Ren hugged her, her mom began to sniffle as she hugged her tighter.

“Mom, are you crying?”

“No. Not at all. Okay maybe a little bit.  He’s down stairs right now.  And he’s absolutely adorkable.”  

“He is adorkable.”  

I jumped up when  Riley came walking down the stairs.  

“Hi Liam.”  

“Hi Riley… I got these for you.”  I held out the bouquet of flowers for her to take.

“They’re really pretty. Thank you.”  

“Not as pretty as you.”  

“Awwwwwww….”  

“Mom….. stahhhhhp!!!!”  But Riley was giggling.

“I’ll go put these in some water for you.”  

“My brother is outside in the truck Mr. Brooks.  He’s going to be driving us around tonight.”

“Make sure he minds the speed limit, because he has precious cargo with him, and I know people.”  

“Daaaaaaaadddddd.”  

“Yes sir.”

Walking up to my brother’s SUV I made sure I was in the lead so I could open the back door for Riley first.  I could feel her father’s eyes on me watching.  Once Riley was safely inside I gently closed her door and walked around the vehicle to get in myself.

For dinner I decided on the local italian restaurant.  

“Italian is my favorite Liam, I’m so glad you picked here for dinner, and of course asking me to have dinner with you.”

“I remember practicing how to ask you out in the mirror.”  

“Was that what you were trying to say the other day and didn’t? You looked so sweaty and nervous.”  

“I was sweaty and nervous, and yes it was.”

“Well I’m glad you got your courage up then.”  

“Me too. So tell me Riley, what’s your favorite Italian dish?”  

“Lasagna, most definitely, what about you?”  

“Mine is spaghetti and meatballs.”    

Riley laughed.

“What?”

“From anyone else, I’d question that, from you, it’s endearing. My mom called you adorkable.”  

“That’s me, the adorkable Liam Rys.”  

After dinner Leo was driving to our next location.  

“I hope you don’t think this is lame, and I haven’t been here since I was a kid, but I remember it being cool.”

“Where are we going?”  

“I know you have allergies, and I do too,  but I wanted to go stargazing with you without us needing inhalers or allergy medication or bug repellant.”

“And where can we do that?”  

Riley glanced out the window, and let out a happy squeal.  “We’re going to the planetarium?”

“Is it dumb?”  

“I love this idea, thank you Liam.”  

Riley kissed my cheek.  

I glanced up seeing Leo smiling in the rearview mirror.  

“I love that song. Can you turn it up?”  

“No prob, not only am I the designated driver, I’m also the DJ.”  Leo turned up the volume on the stereo, and Riley sang along with the song.

“Been spendin’ most their lives, livin’ in a gangsta’s paradise…”

“Yeah it’s a good song.”  

I didn’t want to say it was my first time hearing it today, as it clearly wasn’t Riley’s first time hearing it, and she knew most of the lyrics to the song.

I decided to take Riley’s hand when we went into the planetarium.  

“I haven’t been to one of these in a really long time either Liam.”  

“I hope it’s as cool as eight year old Liam remembers it being.”  

“I’m not worried, neither should you.”  

The lights dimmed and we stared up as the light show began.  

 It started simply as a clear night, then the stars began to appear, then constellations began to glow to the beats of the soft music playing.  Riley was staring at the ‘sky’ in awe, but I was mesmerized by her.  She looked so happy.  

“A shooting star! Quick Liam! Make a wish!”  she whispered to me.  

I made a silent wish that I hoped would come true tonight.  

“What did you wish for?”  she asked.

“If I tell you, it won’t come true.”  

The show ended with a little ‘thunderstorm’ and a little mist from the sprinklers above to imitate that it was raining.  Riley nuzzled closer to me and I slipped my arm around her.   It was a wonderful night.  

At 10:42pm EST we were standing on the Brooks’s front steps.  

“I had a really great time.”  

“We should do this again, if you want.”  

“I’d like that Liam. This night was perfect.”  

“Almost.”  

“What was missing?”  

I leaned into Riley and kissed her, not a cheek kiss but on her lips.  She seemed surprised, but didn’t pull away from me, but instead when my arms tightened around her waist, hers wrapped around my neck, fingers on one hand were twirling around the hair at the nape of my neck making little curls. 

After a few more moments I reluctantly pulled away, as I had noticed the porch light flicker twice.  

“Now it was a perfect night.”

“It really was.”  

“Good night Liam.”

“Good night Riley.”

I walked out to the SUV once inside, Leo screamed.  “Hell Yeah! That’s my little brother!!!!!”

I smiled at Leo, but the only person on my mind was Riley.  Was it too soon to say, I was already in love with Riley Brooks?  

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[bullet-prooflove]

Taylor Swift - Mixed Tape Prompt List

A collection of prompts from the Taylor Swift songs I love.

Pick one of the chars from my ASK list and pop an ASK in the ASK box!

1)      I can see you standing, honey with his arms around your body

2)      Make sure nobody sees you leave

3)      Wanna see what's under that attitude

4)      We were in the backseat

5)      Cross your heart, won't tell no other

6)      No one has to know what we do

7)      That's the kind of heartbreak time could never mend

8)      'Cause I loved you, I swear I loved you

9)      Wishing I stayed

10)   His hands are in my hair, his clothes are in my room

11)   you won't have to cry

12)   I've been breakin' hearts a long time

13)   If you ever walk away

14)   Fuck you

15)   hide in the closet

16)   Nothing lasts forever

17)   Champagne

18)   staring out at the midnight sea

19)   Go there every night

20)   The darkest little paradise

21)   Jacket 'round my shoulders is yours

22)   Slept next to her, but I dreamt of you

23)   Now I'm feeling hopeless

24)   You need to just stop

25)   when we've had our very last kiss

26)   You are somebody that I don't know

27)   Tangled up with you all night

28)   I still got love for you

29)   scream ferociously

30)   Tell yourself you can always stop

31)   I think it's 'cause of me

32)   this is gonna take me down

33)   I still got love for you

34)   Love you to the moon and to Saturn

35)   You need to calm down

36)   I can see the end as it begins

37)   I think you should come live with Me

38)   Drunk on something stronger than the drinks in the bar

39)   You know I adore you

40)   Sunshine on the street 

41)   She's gone too far this time

42)   For you, I would cross the line

43)   must've taken all night

44)   I'd beg you on my knees to stay

45)   Clandestine meetings and longing stares

46)   Laughin', but the joke's not funny at all

47)   Sat on the roof, you and I

48)   Say you'll remember me

49)   When you can't sleep at night

50)   Walk me back to that apartment

51)   I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

52)   Ran for my life

53)   You hold my hand on the street

54)   And I hope I never lose you, hope it never ends

55)   No one likes a mad woman

56)   in your wildest dreams

57)   And it's okay if you're mad

58)   It's like I couldn't breathe

59)   Red lips and rosy cheeks

60)   And it took you five whole minutes to pack us up and leave me with it

61)   You made her like that

62)   You heard the rumors

63)   Cursing my name

64)   You had to kill me, but it killed you just the same

65)   I think I've seen this film before and I didn't like the ending

66)   It's been a long time coming

67)   Doing your dirtiest work for you

68)   Leave the perfume on the shelf that you picked out just for him

69)   You can't believe a word she says

70)   What am I defending?

71)   It's you and me

72)   Rolling fake dice

73)   You turned into your worst fears

74)    Leave no trace behind

75)   You used to tell me I was brave

76)   And that's the thing about illicit affairs

77)   She’s a bad, bad girl.

78)   Look at this godforsaken mess that you made me

79)   The worst thing that I ever dis was what I did to you

80)   Doing your dirtiest work for you

81)   I know I miss you

82)   I'm so sick of running as fast as I can

83)   For you, I would ruin myself

84)   Like you don't even exist

85)   I think you should come home

86)   The only thing I wanna do is make it up to you

87)  Knuckles bloody for me

88)  When you say I seem angry

89)  You know I can't see with anyone else

90)  Kissin' in my car

91)  Drunk on this pain

92)  There's nothing like this

93)  They'd say I played the field before I found someone to commit to

94)   I know where it all went wrong

95)   He's just your understudy

96)   Your favorite song was playing

97)   You took everything from me

98)    I don't want you to (go)

99)   nowhere to be found

100) Battered and bruising

101) Second, third, and hundredth chances

102) She should be mad

103)  Darling, I'm scared

104)  I don't really wanna

105) You are the only one who seems to care

106)  I saw you dance with him

107)  Add insult to injury

108)  Tossing out blame

109)  A figment of my worst intentions

110)  Good wives always know

111)  I'm not your problem anymore

112) We always walked a very thin line

113)  You didn't even hear me out

114)  You never gave a warning sign

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Doctor’s Orders.

A/N: Hi everyone, this fic is a crossover between Criminal Minds and CSI New York, so I hope you enjoy. Just before you do, I’d just like to do a little shout-out to @g0ldengubler​ who proof read some of this fic for me. I won’t be publishing a lot now, as I have a lot of University work and exam to prepare for, but I’ll still be online! My requests for Matthew Gray Gubler and Spencer Reid are still open, as is my taglist! 

Triggers:  Shootings at Churches/religious places, swearing, sex/smut (implied)

“Right my darlings, today I am taking you to New York.” Garcia said “Ooh, all expenses paid?” Emily asked all excited. “Case.” Hotch said as everyone groaned, in desperate need for a holiday. “There has been a series of shootings at Churches, and every time a family sadly dies.” J.J says, “They get shot and well, you get the idea. Detective Mac Taylor called us for help.” “I thought the NYPD would be able to solve this, they’re all really smart.” Spencer said “They are, but they need our help in bringing the unsub, or unsubs down. They don’t know who they are looking for.” Penelope said, “Now go crime fighters, the plane leaves in an hour.” “Bye baby girl.” Morgan said kissing Penelope’s cheek. “Come back safe my darlings.” Penelope said waving goodbye to them as they got in the lift “God I love that woman.” Morgan smiled “Speaking of women, Reid, you single?” Rossi asked Spencer looked up from his book and his cheeks flushed. “Yes. I don’t see how that is relevant.” “Maybe we can get you a pretty lady on the next team night out, or maybe even whilst we are in New York. I mean, we need to get you a girl.” J.J smiled “Yeah, we need another girl we can take on girls night.” Emily said “Maybe we can see if we can get the vacancy filled for a new agent on the team whilst in New York.” Hotch said, agreeing with J.J and Emily, but tried to think of a professional response. “I didn’t realise we had the budget for a new agent, I would have got a new type of coffee if I knew.” Rossi said “Not everything is about coffee Rossi.” Morgan said “It is when you are Italian.” Rossi said and got out of the lift. Spencer rolled his eyes at his co-workers and picked up another book. He did agree he needed to get out there but wanted to when he was ready. On the plane “My darlings, there’s been another church shooting. Mac Taylor will meet you with Detective and all-round forensics & Detective and Doctor Y/N Y/S/N will be there too, oh, and her PhDs are in Mathematics and Chemistry, same as genius baby.” Penelope said on the phone providing more details. “Thank you Garcia.” Hotch said and hung up. “Did someone enjoy researching the detective?” Morgan texts Garcia “That’s classified chocolate thunder and you know it. ;)” Penelope replied “Reid, Rossi go with Agent/Doctor Y/N Y/S/N and see what they have so far. J.J, Emily and Morgan with me and Mac Taylor when we get off the plane.” Hotch said. “Aaron Hotchner, Dr Y/N Y/S/N, we spoke on the phone. This is Detective Mac Taylor.” You say and do handshakes with everyone except the cute curly haired one. “It’s actually safer to kiss or hug.” Spencer said to you after introducing himself to you. “Nice to meet another Doctor.” He smiled You smile back, “You too Dr Reid.” “You can call me Spence if you like.” Spencer smiled as J.J and Emily give each-other ‘the look’ and text Penelope. “And you can call me Y/N or Y/N/N. I only let special people call me my nickname though.” You wink and Spencer’s cheeks flush. “Special people kid. She likes you.” Rossi winked Spencer rolled his eyes and went with you, Hotch and Mac to the office to discuss the case so far. “Would you like some coffee? The flight must’ve been a long one.” You say putting the machine on. “Only 1 hour, 12 minutes.” Spencer smiled “He means yes, we’d love some coffee.” Rossi said as Spencer gave him a ‘What?’ facial expression “Here you go.” You smile. “Sugar and milk are on the table behind you. I got some donuts earlier, there were more but I had a sugar craving.” “Thank you Y/N, this is perfect. We don’t normally get food.” Spencer said picking up a donut “Rossi, could you join Hotch and I to go through some forensics?” Mac asked “Sure.” Rossi said and left the two Doctors to it. “They seem to be getting on. Y/N/N is my best detective.” Mac smiled at Rossi, “But she doesn’t have much of a life outside of the job. She’s only 28 and started here at 16 as an intern.” “I could say the same about Spencer, and he’s 30 but he started at the FBI when he was 22.” Rossi said as he looked at some evidence under the microscope. “So, what are your PhDs in Y/N/N?” Spencer smiled at you even though he knew the answer. “Maths and Chemistry, but I want to go for one in History next. What about you Spence?” You ask as the team walk back in. “Oh me too! Well, not the History bit.” Spencer said and sipped his coffee. “Look guys, Dr Y/S/N brought us donuts.” He said “Ooh good, I’m starving.” J.J smiled grabbing one. You, Mac and the FBI went through the case, and the team went through their profile. “You keep staring at him.” Mac whispered to you “Who?” You whisper back “Dr Reid.” Mac whispered as your cheeks flush, maybe you have got a crush on him. “Is it that obvious?” You whisper Mac nods and you go back to listening. “So, you think it’s a foster kid then?” You chat to Emily and J.J who have taken a shine to you. “Yeah, we have seen it before.” Emily said “I’m sorry.” You say “Don’t be Y/N. We’ve all seen terrible things.” J.J said “I’ll drink to that.” You say “Once the case is over, we should all go for a drink.” Rossi said “That’d be good.” Hotch said You and Spencer nod and continue reading some old case files that Penelope sent. “This is interesting. Drew Smith was in and out of care all his life, and all of his foster families said he was sweet at first but then turned into the devil. Could he fit the profile Spence?” You ask, handing him the file. Spencer reads it in all of 30 seconds. “Yeah. Definitely. Hotch?” He asks. “Y/N has a theory.” “Put me on the spot why don’t you?” You giggle at Spencer, “Mac?” You ask and the two teams listen to you. “Look at Spencer giving Y/N the googly eyes.” Morgan smirked to Rossi. “She’s smart and beautiful, he had better ask her out. Or Hotch better ask her to join us.” J.J said looking at Hotch in the eye “Plus she has a gun and a badge already. She wouldn’t need training.” Emily said agreeing with her co-workers. “She’s Mac’s best detective, he won’t give her up easy.” Rossi said You finish delivering your theory. “I’ll have a word with Mac once the case is over.” Hotch says after hearing the teams discussion. “Y/N, could you go with Spencer and Flack to see if you can bring in Smith? Make sure to take your gun though.” Mac asked, “If that’s okay with you Hotch.” “Yes, that is fine.” Hotch said as the girls and Morgan smirked at each-other. You nod biting your lip and go to your desk to get your weapon Spencer follows you, noticing a photo of you and the NYPD team at Halloween dressed up, but you look very young. “When was this?” Spencer asked you. “Oh, the year the NYPD offered me a paid job. I started here as an intern at 16 and worked my way up. I got a paid detective internship at 18 that means I’ve been here 12 years this year. That’s a fucking long time.” You chuckle putting your hoodie on. Spencer nods. “Definitely. I’ve been at the FBI for 8.” “You ready Y/N? Dr Reid, right? I’m Flack.” Flack asks putting his hand out to Spencer. “He doesn’t do handshakes.” You smile, remembering his germaphobia. “It’s safer to kiss or hug.” Spencer said “But we’ve kissed before Y/N.” Flack smiled at you Spencer immediately feels jealous, and he doesn’t understand why… Maybe he does fancy you. “Yes, on the cheek as my best friend.” You smile as Flack wiggles his eyebrows at you. “Let’s roll.” “Is it me or did Spencer look jealous then?” Morgan smirked “Yes. Definitely.” Hotch said Mac laughed. “Flack has a girlfriend. I can tell Y/N likes Spencer. She’s like a daughter to me, but I am terrified of her sometimes.” Rossi laughed, “We are terrified of Spencer sometimes.” In the car “Turn left you fucker.” Flack laughed as you took the wrong turn. “I turned left.” You smirk “You turned right.” Spencer said laughing at your banter with Flack. “You may be a Doctor Y/N, but you are shit at listening for directions.” Flack said “You may need my Maths skills one day you bell-end and if you hadn’t noticed, the sign said no left turn.” You smirk and arrive at Smith’s apartment. “Maybe listen to your doctor.” Spencer smirked “Ah she knows I’m messing with her.” Flack smiled as he got out of the car. “She’s like my little sister.” “And you’re my dickhead of a big brother.” You say and park up. “I miss when you were 16 and didn’t answer back.” Flack laughed as some shots were fired, you all quickly put vests on as Flack kicks down the door. “I see you have your own Derek Morgan.” Spencer thought to himself “Freeze! NYPD and FBI! Lower your weapons.” You announce, as Smith tries to run but you trip him up. “Got you, you son of a bitch. Oh, and you have a little weed farm here too, we better add that to the murder charge.” “Murder?” Smith says as Flack puts him in cuffs. “We got Smith and we need a crime scene team here ASAP.” You say calling it in. “Don’t play dumb with us asshole.” Flack said putting him in the car. Back at the office, Mac and Hotch are talking to Drew, whilst the rest of your team and the FBI compare notes before they interview him.

“Do they always say no comment?” Emily asked you. “Yeah, or a string of swear words.” You shrug Spencer came in holding two cups of coffee. “Thanks pretty boy.” Morgan smiled reaching for the cup “Oh it’s not for you it’s for Y/N/N.” Spencer smiled handing you a cup “Ooh thanks Spence.” You smile taking the cup. Morgan looked at Spencer, “You always buy me coffee.” He said pretending to be a little hurt. “Well, in the 8 years I’ve been at the FBI, you have only brought me coffee 8 times, and I have brought you coffee 16 times. Y/N/N however brought me coffee and donuts upon our first meeting therefore she has the advantage over you.” Spencer said and sipped his coffee. “Is that the way to your heart Spence? Buy you donuts?” You ask Spencer nodded smiling as the team give each-other ‘the look’. “Here’s that file you asked for.” You say to Hotch after it finally prints, it’s about 30 pages in total. “Reid... Can you?” Hotch asked Spencer sighed and took the file. “I’ll give you the DL.” He said “DL?” Hotch asked “Downlow, summary.” You say assuming that is what Spencer meant “I was trying to be cool.” Spencer mumbled “You are plenty cool kid.” Rossi laughed “If you want answers out of him, question his foster families and experiences there.” Spencer said, “It could trigger him, but it could also get a confession. Also, he was closest to his foster Mum 5. Debbie, who passed away recently.” He handed back the file. “Thanks Dr Reid.” Mac said as Hotch nods. “Dr Y/S/N, could I have a word with you later?” Hotch asks “Yeah, sure.” You smile, wondering what it is about. “Have I done something wrong?” You ask “No, far from it.” Hotch said returning the smile “Hotch just smiled, he must really like Dr Y/S/N.” Morgan said on the phone to Penelope “Chocolate thunder, I want all the details. Keep me posted. Ciao.” Penelope giggled having done her research on you. “Bye baby girl.” Morgan says and hangs up “Y/N could you maybe give Drew a shot? He doesn’t seem to pay attention to us.” Hotch asked as he came back with Mac. “Yeah sure.” You say getting up “Hotch, this guy is huge, he could crush her with one push.” Morgan said “She can handle it.” Mac said, “You ok Y/N?” You stretch your muscles. “Yeah I’m great, just doing some stretching because it helps keep my brain limber.” You say and stretch your legs. Everyone looks at you confused, except Spencer who looks at you in awe. “Nice socks.” Spencer smiled, noticing they are mismatched. “Thanks.” You smile at your polka dot one and stripes one. “What socks are you wearing?” You ask tying your shoelace of your trainers. “One of dinosaurs and one of pumpkins. The classics.” Spencer smiled as Mac handed you Drew’s file. “Do you want company in the room?” “Nah, I’m good but you can watch from behind the glass in case I need back up.” You wink as Spencer’s cheeks flush. “Are you coming?” You ask walking to the room. Spencer gets out of his chair and follows you, as you walk you share Maths theories with Spencer. “Did anyone get a word of that?” Emily asked “The last thing I understood was their socks discussion.” J.J said shrugging “I don’t even understand half of the words she uses, sometimes, between us I have to research what she means after hours.” Mac laughed as a forensics analyst handed him something. “Y/N/N!” He called just before you walked in the room “Yeah?” You smile “Fingerprints match his. We have him.” He says and you nod as Mac goes back and tells the rest of the teams. “We got the bastard.” Morgan said “Drew, I’m Doctor Y/S/N, I just have a few more questions.” You say sitting down as Spencer watches you from behind the glass, the guy is huge. “Shoot lady.” Drew smirked “Tell me about your childhood, and Debbie.” You say “There’s nothing to tell, I’m sure that file tells you everything you need to know.” Drew said, loosing the smirk instantly. “And what about Debbie?” You ask “She was my foster Mom, the only one who liked me. But she got sick.” Drew said “That must’ve been tough.” You say, “The doctor mis-diagnosed her, didn’t he? Made you feel rage.” “Yeah but I didn’t kill anyone over it.” Drew admitted “So, why are your fingerprints on the weapon found at the last scene?” You ask “Well, that escalated fast.” Spencer says as Morgan, Hotch and Mac come into the room. “They’re not mine.” Drew said to you “Oh, who do they belong to? The guy we have downstairs for drunk driving, or the guy in the room down the hall who shot an officer with an unlicensed weapon?” You ask innocently “Is she always like this? Sarcastic?” Hotch asked “She plays dumb, because she has a baby-face they assume she’s young and not really a detective, but she can usually get them talking once she’s snapped. Just wait.” Mac smirked “Yeah, it’s one of them lady. I’m clean.” Drew says “Clean as the blood on your right breast pocket?” You ask “It’s.. It’s not like that lady.” Drew stutters covering the blood. “I wonder if it matched the blood found out the crime scene… Could get a decent sample too.” You say putting your feet up on the desk, “But if you are so innocent, that could be wine.” “Shut up lady! Calm down!” Drew ends up shouting “This is calm, and it’s doctor. Sit down.” You say calmly, “Now let me test that wine for blood.” You say, “Take off the shirt.” You say giving him a bright pink one to wear. Everyone laughs from behind the glass, “Oh she’s good.” Hotch smirked You put gloves on and do a test on the shirt. “Didn’t realise you could get human blood wine, where did you buy it?” You ask once the test comes back positive for human blood. “Is there anything she doesn’t know?” Spencer asked Mac noticing you know your way around forensics “How to get a boyfriend.” Mac said “Okay okay, I did it! I did all of them. Lock me up.” Drew said “Aww, because you asked so nicely. Get up.” You say as Drew gets up but headbutts you and kicks your knees in the process as you crash to the floor. “You’ll regret that.” You say with a busted lip and put him in cuffs as everyone runs in. “You ok?” Spencer asked you “Oh yeah, that’s nothing.” You shrug, handing him over to Mac then go to the bathroom to clean up limping a little. “That’s nothing?” Spencer asked in a slightly high-pitched voice. “Once a suspect pushed her so hard, she broke her back, had therapy and she still showed up to work in a wheelchair.” Flack said “When was this?” Hotch asked “She was 21. She’s from a rough neighbourhood so she does herself proud every-day.” Mac said “Can we have a word in your office?” Hotch asked Mack who nodded, thinking he knows where this is going. “I’m going to check on Y/N/N.” Spencer said as he eventually found the bathroom. “Hey Y/N/N, you okay?” He asks softly as you come out “Yeah. Coming!” You say walking out all patched up. “You good?” You ask “I should be asking you; you had your head butted into. You should get it checked out.” Spencer said worried “First respondent said I’m good, and for someone I met today, you seem very worried about me, it’s almost adorable.” You admit biting your lip then wince forgetting you’d hurt yourself. “Fuck.” You grumble at your stupidity as Spencer laughs “Almost adorable?” Spencer asked with a raised eyebrow “What’s going on?” Morgan asked a little too loud as Rossi, J.J and Emily were watching “Ssssh.” Emily said putting a finger to Morgan’s lips “Okay, a lot adorable.” You say blushing In Mac’s office “No, absolutely not. She’s my best detective.” Mac shouted to Hotch as he kept shaking his head, “I’m not letting her go.” “You told Rossi she needed to get out there, I think this would be great for her.” Hotch shouted back “I meant settle down, get a boyfriend, have kids. Not leave New York.” Mac said “The change would suit her.” Hotch said, “And at the end of the day it’s her decision.” J.J knocks on the door, “Hotch, we’re all going to Shaw’s for a beer. You both coming?” She smiles “We’ll be there soon.” Mac said as J.J nods, closing the door on her way out. “Regardless of what you say, I’m making my offer.” Hotch said At the bar “Any idea what they were on about in there? Shouting match or what?” You say to Spencer. “No idea.” Spencer lied, “What do you want to drink?” “Just a pint of the house beer.” You say handing over the money. “What are you doing?” Spencer asked “Er, paying for my own drink because screw the gentlemen pays.” You say “Y/N/N, you got kicked and pushed to the floor today. I can buy you a beer for that.” Spencer said, “Two pints of the house beer please.” He told the barman who nods “I’ll buy some snacks then. Whatcha want Doctor?” You ask eyeing up the fries on the menu. “Whatever you’re having Doctor.” Spencer smiled as Hotch and Mac come in, Mac still looking cross and Hotch looking smug. “Mac, what’s up?” You ask him “Nothing.” Mack lied “Don’t bullshit me. We’re off the clock.” You say to him as Mac walks off and goes outside for some air, “Just some crisps and nuts please.” You tell the barman and pay then find a seat with Spencer “Dr Y/N, can we talk?” Hotch asked just as you sat down “Yeah sure.” You say and walk off with him, leaving your drink on the table “Oooh, it’s happening.” Emily said pouring herself a glass of wine from the bottle “What’s happening?” Spencer asked sipping his drink “We’re getting a new agent.” J.J smiled Spencer smiles to himself and sips his drink. “So, Y/N. I was talking to Mac, and as much as he really doesn’t want to let you go... I’d like to make you an offer anyway.” Hotch began “Offer?” You ask “We have a position for an agent at the FBI, with us. You are overqualified, but I think you’d like it. You understand the work, and even used our terminology on your case. We don’t see that every-day.” Hotch said, “Plus you wouldn’t be in New York every-day. We travel a lot, but we are a family.” You look at Mac, and your team there, then to the FBI. You have debated about leaving for a year, not because of the people but wanting a change, and this could be the one you need. You then look at Spencer, who looks a little sad. “What if she doesn’t take it?” Spencer asked “I think she will.” Morgan said sipping his drink Suddenly, you and Hotch walk back. “Well?” Emily asked “Looks like I need a new badge.” You say with a smile Everyone cheers. “I’m sorry to see you go Y/N/N but please visit.” Mac said “Course.” You smile. “Hey, can we have a word?” Spencer asked you You nod, confused. “Everyone wants words with me tonight.” You laugh as Spencer and you go outside “Do you think?” Rossi asked “Oh yeah. Pretty boy about to ask baby girl genius out.” Morgan said “Everything okay Spence?” You ask once you get outside. “Yeah, I mean… No… I mean, want to go out with me on a date?” Spencer blurted out then gasped. “Fuck. I didn’t mean to say that, but I did. But if you don’t want to that’s fine.” He says going through all the emotions of a menopausal woman at once. “Every time a pretty face comes pops up your brain turns into a god damn potato. Prentiss is right, my IQ lowers from 187 to 60.” You quickly grab his arm gently. “Hey... Let me answer before you get yourself in a tizz.” Spencer calms down at your touch, which he finds strange, not really liking being touched but when you do it, it makes him feel, safe almost. “Okay... okay...” Spencer says looking at you “Yes.” You smile and kiss his cheek. “Want to sneak off and grab some pizza? I have a lot of packing to do. Hotch wants me to start in two weeks.” Spencer nods smiling as you do just that. “Where are the pretty people at?” Morgan asked noticing you’ve been a while. “I don’t think they’re coming back.” Rossi winked. “Ooooh.” Emily and J.J smirked “So, what pizza can I get you Spence?” You smile. “I’m going for four cheese.” “That’s fine with me.” Spencer smiled at you, “Does this count as a date?” “If you want it to.” You say and place your order “I do.” Spencer smiled “Me too.” You say and pay for the pizza “I should pay half.” Spencer said feeling bad “You’re good, you can always buy ice cream if you want.” You assure him Spencer nods, as you walk around New York eating pizza. “It’s okay if you don’t want to, but would you like to come to my flat and have a nightcap?” You suggest as you finish your ice cream “I’d like that.” Spencer smiled, “But I’d like to do one thing first.” He said having a desire to kiss you there and then. “And that is?” You ask Spencer puts his hands on your cheeks and kisses you deeply. “Oh.” You giggle, pulling away after a few moments Spencer giggles too, “Told you it’s safer to kiss.” You walk to your flat, and let Spencer in. It’s fairly small with a double bed, en-suite, a kitchen and a small library. “I don’t normally have people back to my place on the first date. But I think there’s something special about you Dr Reid.” You say locking the door once Spencer walks in and takes his shoes off. “There’s something special about you too Dr Y/S/N.” Spencer says, “Can I take a seat?” He asks gesturing to your two-seater sofa “Of course. You okay with whiskey or scotch on the rocks?” You ask getting two glasses down “Scotch please.” Spencer said looking at your bum when your back was turned You bring the glasses over and sit next to him, “Can I tell and ask you something Spence?” “Of course Y/N/N.” Spencer says, “Thanks.” He says taking the glass “It’s more of an observation, but I’ve noticed you don’t like physical touch, but when I’ve done it, you go from tense, to relaxed in seconds. Why?” You ask sipping your scotch “I feel safe around you, and I don’t feel like that around many people.” Spencer admitted “Do you want to kiss again?” You blurt out and finish your drink quickly in-case Spencer says no “I do.” Spencer smiled and finished his drink and pulled you in for a kiss

After a few more drinks, you end up having sex with Spencer.

Spencer pulled out of you gently and wrapped the condom up and put it in the bin. “That was amazing.” He says as you cuddle into his arms glad Morgan slipped him that condom earlier. Even though you were on the pill, Spencer wanted to be extra safe. You nod agreeing, “Aren’t your team wondering where you are?” as you trace little patterns on his chest with your finger. Spencer checks his phone, as a text comes through from Hotch ‘Plane leaves at 2PM tomorrow, as Mac and I have some paperwork to sort out for Y/N’s transfer. Meet us at the Police Station at 12PM.’ He then shows the text to you. You nod, “Least we don’t have to be in early.” As Mac texts you that you need to be in at 12 to sign the papers and get a new badge. Spencer smirks, as Morgan texts him, ‘You got laid didn’t you pretty boy?’ and replies, ‘Yep.’ And turns his attention back to you. “You comfy?” He asks wrapping the duvet over your shoulder You nod, “Stay the night if you want.” “Doctor’s orders?” Spencer asked “Doctor’s orders.” You yawn and fall asleep as does Spencer. Taglist: @pumpkin-goob , @jpegjade , @andiebeaword , @hopebaker , @hotchsbabygirl , @hercleverboy , @cupcake525 , @gubetube , @aperrywilliams , @cosmic-psychickitty , @marleyhotchner​ , @gubler-me-up​ , @trina2323 , @goldentournesol​ , @jenna-jd​ , @reidgraygubler​ , @g0ldengubler​ , @gcblers​ , @peachpitfics​ 

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Kaylor Rises?

We’ll never know the mechanics or reasons for Joshlie going on a break (or even if they just decided to be more casual for a bit). Maybe it was Taylor related, maybe it was all the stuff with his family, maybe it was the spectre of differing religions, maybe it was the age gap, maybe he started to agree that a ‘lingerie model’ was unsuitable in the long run… But one fact we do know, from investigative journalism done on the Kushners and also from looking at contemporaneous gossip blogs is: Joshlie have taken breaks. We don’t know exactly exactly how many, or why. But we know that they did. Again, this is one of the biggest pieces of ‘evidence’ that they’re real because why bother faking problems and breaks? Why not present yourselves as head-over-heels? It doesn’t make sense, but it’s what happened. And it also opens the door to some romantic!Kaylor. And in March 2014, Josh disappears from the picture and Taylor is suddenly a massive presence - way beyond the fun, highkey promotion we saw up till now. 

1 March 2014 - We see Kaylor both attend a Pre-Oscar Party. I think a Joshlie break was what led Karlie to go to LA and stay with Taylor. At this stage, they’d known each other publicly for about five months but, if we factor in possible negotiations, they might have known each other for much longer. I really do think they were good friends by this stage, because Taylor is a terrible actress and they clearly really enjoyed each other’s company. It was as good a place as any for Karlie to go and lick wounds. 

2 March 2014 - Kaylor attend the Vanity Fair Oscar Party and the Vogue profile talks about this being where they connected and decided to do the road trip: “A few months later they saw each other again at an Oscars after-party, and Kloss suggested they do something spontaneous. “I’d been to Big Sur once before, and I was like, ‘We should just do it,’ ” says Swift.” I suspect this story is a bit of a lie - but I do think it is true that they hooked up around this time, and decided to take a road trip to Big Sur. Taylor had been there once before, with Jake Gyllenhaal. Karlie had never been. It’s interesting that for Taylor it was already a “romantic” place, at the very least publicly, and it’s where she decided to go with Karlie at this point. 

Also, in terms of the “lie” factor - they’re saying this is where they reconnected but they were partying together the literal night before. So they’re obviously blurring reality a bit in the interview. Which is okay, maybe they misremembered or misspoke. But when factored into a pattern, it seems an odd thing to get confused about. 

The road trip itself is ICONIC. Taylor allegedly plays Karlie the whole of 1989. They take a million gorgeous photos. The daisy thing happens. 

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts the ‘Karlie loves Taylor’ sand pic. Taylor likes.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts the ‘best road trip ever’ daisy pic.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts the ‘adventure of a lifetime with my girl’ cheek kiss selfie.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts a pic of her and Taylor with the caption, ‘woah, what a view huh?’

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts the pic of her hugging Taylor from behind.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts a picture of herself apparently taken by Taylor.

5 March 2014 - Karlie posts a picture of her and Taylor jumping with the caption ‘❤️’

5 March 2014 - Taylor posts a picture of them and captions it ‘On the Way Home’ - possibly a reference to YAIL. 

When they return, things still seem very, very good in Kaylor Land.

12 March 2014 - Karlie attends the Art Production Fund’s White Glove Gala without Josh.

24 March 2014 - Taylor diaries that she’s moved into her Tribeca apartment in the “last few weeks” which means they are in the same city and that, when Karlie was in LA, Tay was still permanently based there. 

1 April 2014 - Karlie attends The New Museum annual Spring Gala without Josh.

1 April 2014 - Josh attends a New York Observer event without Karlie. His family is out in full force - again, this is their family business. It’s actually really odd that he is there on his own. Oh, and by the way - Mikey Hess isn’t there either lmao. 

3 April 2014 - Kaylor go to the gym and then out for lunch at the Butcher’s Daughter (which, for the record, is very close to Josh’s apartment but since he and Karlie have not interacted publicly in well over a month that seems irrelevant). They are papped continuously on both halves of the date. 

14 April 2014 - Kaylor are papped in NYC.

21 April 2014 - Taylor is papped with Cara and the articles that follow are all about “gal pals”. I do not think Cara and Taylor were together at this point but it’s vital to see the rollout of the “Girl Squad” PR strategy. It was not just about Karlie. Karlie was meant to be the ‘main’ Squad girl, but there were others.

26 April 2014 - Kaylor are papped in NYC

2 May 2014 - Karlie brings Derek as her +1 to the memorial service for L’Wren Scott.

4 May 2014 - Karlie posts a photo of herself with Taylor and Kate Bosworth at The Jane Hotel for Harry Josh’s party.

5 May 2014 - Kaylor get ready together and then attend the Met together. Josh is also there with his brother and Ivanka. Kaylor interact with the Kushners because this photo gets taken. We also get this pic (peep Tay’s dress in the background). Karlie sits at a table with Josh, and Taylor sits very, very far away. (Here is a pic of them seated). Now, it’s possible the tickets were booked and the seating arrangements made well before Joshlie went on a break. Or it’s possible going there was just a stunt and Karlie and Josh were very much together.

If Josh was a beard contract, this would’ve been reversed. Karlie would have showed up and walked the red carpet with Josh and sat with Taylor once inside. Instead, Karlie was papped with Taylor on the outside, and sat in the cheap seats with Josh, on the other side of the room from Taylor, once inside. If Josh and Karlie both needed a beard, why would they allow Karlie to show up and walk the red carpet with her girlfriend when they both attended the event?

And here’s what’s interesting: Taylor references this evening extensively at the end of the Wildest Dreams MV. She closely replicates the outfits - Karlie’s, Josh’s and her own - and casts herself as the “other woman”. It’s a telling video because that twist in the end is not necessary for the song to make sense (at all), Tay’s character is hurt and surprised by the MV love interest having a partner, and in the end the love interest’s feelings seem genuine as he runs after her - but she’s already gone. It’s a pretty loud scene in all and I’m not sure how else to interpret it, really. It’s also interesting that Tay’s character in the video falls in love with her ‘onscreen’ partner - kind of how Kaylor probably started as somewhat scripted ‘Famous Friends’ but possibly grew feelings.

Taylor also references this evening in LWYMMD when a 2014 Met Taylor appears several times. A zombie Taylor wearing the dress she wore in the OOTW MV buries a Taylor wearing this 2014 Met Gala dress and later she appears again. Considering all the other “Taylors” are extremely iconic (for example Kanye interrupting dress), I’m not sure why 2014 Met Gala Tay is here. It’s not the best example of one of her princess dresses… It’s not indicative of an ‘era’...

Unless the evening was important to Taylor herself, and the most logical reason for that would be Joshlie. It seems that this was the night that Tay, like her character in the MV, found herself cast in the unfortunate role of “other woman” - a part she would have struggled with ever since. So, with that in mind, here are some photos of Kaylor from that night where Taylor looks miserable: x x x

12 May 2014 - Karlie attends the American Ballet Theatre Opening Night Spring Gala alone.

15 May 2014 - An article with People comes out where Taylor makes getting ready with Karlie sound like a fun pre-prom time, proving the earlier point that them showing up together was part of their PR relationship.

Early May 2014 - Kaylor go for dinner at Toni Garrn’s, further debunking Korlie rumors.

22 May 2014 - Karlie attends amfAR’s 21st Cinema Against AIDS Gala alone.

CONCLUSION: From late February/early March it seemed as though Kaylor were together and possibly exclusive or at least getting somewhat serious. However, in early May Josh and Karlie reconnected around the time of the Met Gala - that’s what the Wildest Dreams MV seems to suggest at least. The fact that they interacted and sat together despite not apparently going ‘together’ is very loud. 

However, Joshlie were not fully back together at this Met Gala stage. I believe they reunited proper only at the end of May, at which point the Kaylor dynamic shifted gears.

However… the contract for the publicity deal was still in place and they had to carry on carrying on. It’s telling that their respective close friends didn’t exactly warm up to one another - their personal friend groups never really meshed. This contradicts the het narrative of them being just extremely great friends. If they really were, why wouldn’t they be hanging out with each other’s main people (in very simple terms, people like Derek and Abigail)? And before you @me, a few likes are not great evidence of hangouts - Josh also liked a bunch of Tay’s posts, and it’s pretty clear they were never friends.

More likely, Karlie and Taylor hooked up… And, of course, Karlie was an important part of this era’s publicity rollout. And that’s where things got messy.

#Kaylor #gaylor swift #Swiftgron #tayliz

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Illicit Affairs

Title: Illicit Affairs Chapter: One-Shot Pairing: Pedro/OC Rating: T/M Fic Summary: Illicit affairs never end well. Author’s Notes: Inspired by “Illicit Affairs” by Taylor Swift.

“Where are you going?” Faith asked Olivia.

Olivia looked at her roommate. “Out for a run.”

“You’ve been doing that a lot lately.”

“It’s good for you, you should try it sometime.”

Faith rolled her eyes. “Ha ha.”

Olivia left the apartment and started walking down the road. When she got far enough away, she grabbed a cab across town. They pulled up to the apartment building and she let herself in with a copy of his keys.

As soon as he opened the door, he was on her. “God, I’ve missed you.”

“Pedro…”

The next hour went as it always did. Little bit of foreplay followed by the best sex Olivia had ever had.

Passionate kisses peppered with “Yes, baby’s”, “Good girl’s”, and “God, I love you’s.”

She knew he didn’t really mean them. He said them in the heat of the moment, but she loved it anyway. She loved him.

She couldn’t really tell you how this had happened.

A lot of her friends were aspiring actors, so they got invited to fancy events and every now and then she’d go with them.

She’d been standing by the dessert table when he walked up.

“Lame party, huh?”

She turned to him with a smile. “I guess you could say that.”

“Pedro Pascal.” He held out his hand.

Olivia put her hands in his. “Olivia Curran.”

Pedro brought her hand to his mouth and pressed his pouty lips to her knuckles.

Olivia blushed.

They talked for a while until someone (presumably his agent) waved him over.

“Well, it’s been a delight talking to you, Miss Curran.” He kissed her hand again and walked off.

Olivia felt something in her hand.

It was note with the name of a hotel and a room number.

It took a few days, but Olivia eventually gave into her desires.

That’s when their affair started. It had now been going on for more than a year.

“Oh, I have some great news!” Pedro told her as he came out of the bathroom. For some reason, he always insisted on showering after they had sex even if she didn’t wear the perfume she picked out specifically for him.

“Oh?”

“I got offered the role of a lifetime.”

“And what is it?”

Instead of telling her, he started humming the Game of Thrones intro. He watched as her eyes went wide and she threw her arms around his neck.

“Oh my god! That’s amazing! I’m so happy for you Pedro!”

Pedro laughed. “Unfortunately, there’s a lot of filming on location, so I’ll be gone for quite a while.”

“Well…maybe I could come with you.”

Pedro looked at Olivia and he could see the hope shining in her eyes. He sighed. “Liv, you know why you can’t come with me.”

“It isn’t fair, Pedro!”

“I just told you I was cast on one of the biggest TV shows of the decade. I afford a fucking scandal right now!”

“I thought you didn’t care about the age gap!”

Pedro was in his late 30’s, whereas Olivia had just turned 22.

“Baby, you know I don’t care about the age gap.”

“Don’t. Don’t call me that. If you’re breaking up with me, you don’t get to call me baby.”

Pedro sighed and rubbed at his face with his hands. “I can’t do this anymore. We can’t do this anymore.”

“Fine!” Olivia pulled on her clothes and stormed out. She pulled her hood up so no one could see her crying.

When she got back to her apartment, Faith asked her, “Good run?”

Olivia knew her cheeks were flushed, whether it was from the sex or her crying. “Uh yeah. But I think I’m gonna take it easy for a few days. Maybe just do some yoga.”

*3 years later*

Pedro entered the coffee shop and walked up to the counter. He gave the barista his usual order and looked around. That’s when he saw her sitting by the window.

“Black coffee for Pedro!”

Her head turned in his direction and she smiled at him.

Pedro took that as an invitation to walk over.

“Hey you,” Olivia said.

“Hey, it’s been a while huh?” Pedro said, nervously scratching the back of his neck.

“Yeah.”

Pedro looked at the man sitting with Olivia.

“Oh! Where are my manners? Pedro, this is Max. My husband.” Olivia put her hand on Max’s and Pedro noticed the sparkling diamond on her finger.

“Husband. Wow. Uh, congratulations.”

“Thanks.”

Max put his hand out and Pedro shook it. “Saw you on Game of Thrones. Good work.”

“Thanks.”

“Oh baby, we should get going,” Olivia said. She stood up and Pedro noticed the roundness of her belly.

“You’re pregnant.”

Olivia smiled and rubbed her small baby bump. “Yeah. Four months.” She’d always talked about having a family and now she was finally going to get her wish. “It was good seeing you Pedro.”

“You too, Olivia.”

She hugged him and he noticed she was wearing the perfume.

His perfume.

They both knew when they started their affair that it wasn’t going to end well, but she was happy and he had so many amazing roles on the horizon.

She pulled away and kissed him on the cheek. “See you around.”

“Yeah.” Pedro stood there and watched as she walked out of his life again, this time forever.

#pedro pascal #jose pedro balmaceda pascal #pedro pascal imagine

[raven-frost-21]

Can you marry me? Chapter 5

Sabine growled as she looked through social media for any mention of Marinette. Her husband sat next to her comforting the poor girl as she sobbed. She sighed as she thought back to her daughter. She was a circus brat but she was a good kid, or so they had thought. She shook her head and a look of determination settled over her features.

“It looks like she is most likely somewhere in Europe.”

Tom nodded, “I’ll call some of my buddies and ask them to keep an eye out.”

They nodded. They would find her, and make things right.

Neither of them noticed the wicked grin Lila hid behind her hands and fake tears.

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Marinette yawned as she sat up. And shrieked as a limb of ice wrapped around her waist. Dick chuckled as he tried to pull her back under the covers. He sighed dreamily as he nuzzled his nose into the skin of her waist just above the band of her sweatpants. She smiled down at him as she gently brushed hair away from his face. She shifted to leave again and giggled when the arms around her tightened in protest.

“No! Don’t go~”

She rolled her eyes and started to play with his hair. “I have to though. I have to get the rent. I just have to do 14 stories and 70 apartments. I’ll be back before you know it!”

His grip tightened and he yanked her back so she was curled up against his chest, she tried to wriggle out but he shifted so she was partially in between his chest and the mattress. She rolled her eyes and went limp. Dick smiled and nuzzled into her neck.

She smirked and raised a finger to her lips, after licking her finger she gently poked it into his ear and turned her fingers, causing him to tense and jump away from the odd sensation.

“I’M UP!!”

She laughed as she scrambled off the bed and moved out of his range. “It’s rent day, okay, I’ll do floors 8-14, Apartments 36-70 and you take the rest.”

He sat up and whined. “Why do you get to take all the fun tenants?”

She giggled, “Because I was up first!”

She moved and quickly opened the door to the closet, pulling out a pair of thigh high black boots and a white sweater dress with a cowl neckline that reached her lower thigh.  She glanced back to see that Dick was in the bathroom so she quickly dressed. She turned and found the door open so she slid in and pulled her hair back into a fashionably messy bun, and did simple makeup before grabbing her reading glasses. She turned around and slammed into something warm and tan.

She heard Dick laugh and she blushed glancing up at him with a shy smile. He smiled back and she squeaked, burying her head into his bare chest. He laughed and wrapped his arms around her. (He is wearing jeans don’t worry! He forgot his shirt in the bathroom)

“See something you like Sparrow?”

She bit her lip and blushed harder as she started to push away from the man.

“H-hi sorry I’m!”

He chuckled looking down at her and she struggled to pull her gaze away from his lips.

“Sorry I mean I’m!”

Dick laughed and leaned closer to her. If she moved just a bit further, she would kiss him. He chuckled lowly and whispered,

“Do you mean I’m sorry?”

She blushed and put her hands on his chest pushing him away. “That. Going I’m gonna.”

She turned and bolted from the room and snatched the list of tenants as she left.

‘Crap! I have a crush on DICK! This was supposed to be simple!’

Dick chuckled and felt a light blush spread on his cheeks as she ran from the room. He knew he shouldn’t have done that but she was so easy to fluster. He bit his lip as he thought about what had just happened. If he had leaned in farther would she have kissed him back? Would she have pulled away and slapped him? He smiled as he thought of the way she had blushed and bit her lip, looking up at him, not noticing or caring how her boots hug her legs and make them seem long and slender. Or how she nuzzled into his chest not noticing the way she clung to him when she did that. Her shy smile and the mess of words that fell from her perfect lips. He groaned and slid down the back of the door when he realized, “I’m falling in love with my wife.” ` Marinette took in a breath before knocking on the first door. It swung open to reveal two tired adults who just got back from a bar if the smell told her anything. “Hello! It’s Ms. Grayson, I’m the landlady and I’m here to get your rent for the apartment. We unfortunately do not have a way to pay it online or directly to the bank yet, so as we said last month until we do we will continue to go door to door. Do you have the rent or do I need to come back tomorrow?” The older of the two smiled. “Yeah! We have it one moment.” They turned and disappeared into the apartment and she turned to the other adult leaning against the door. “If you do not mind me asking, we are compiling a list of everyone’s preferred pronouns and names. Would you mind telling me yours?” They smiled. “Yeah, I would like to be called Taylor and my pronouns are Ve/Ver.” The older one returned and handed her a white envelope that she quickly counted and nodded. “I already asked Taylor here but we are compiling a list of everyone in the buildings preferred name and pronouns, do you mind sharing yours?” They nodded and replied, “I am Halle, my pronouns are She/They.” She smiled at the two before moving on to the next apartment. It was going smoothly until she got to number 45. When the door opened the red haired woman was practically naked and was confused when she was asked to cover herself. She did so anyway and her red haired husband joined her. “Hello! I’m Ms. Grayson your-” “Any relation to Richard Grayson?” She blinked in shock. “I’m his wife, why?” The two started to laugh before the green eyed one straightened. “He is nothing but a cheater, watch out kid. And we were told this was free by the owner.” They slammed the door shut and she blinked. Looking down at her list she frowned. It looked like the man she had hired to collect the rent when she bought the place 2 years ago had believed the two and they had never paid a cent. That was $6,000! She sighed before pulling out the pink paper she hated. Raising her hand she knocked again. “What lady!?” “Hello. I’m Marinette Grayson, the owner of this building and your Landlady. It has come to my attention that you have not paid your rent in 2 years. This is your official notice that states, you either cough up the $6,000 owed or start a payment plan to pay over time, or you can find another apartment, you have a week to decide and two after that to find a new apartment before you will be forcefully evicted.” She smiled sweetly at them and turned and moved on to the next apartment. Leaving the two staring in shock at the space she had just occupied. ``` Dick smiled as they opened the door. “Hey! I’m Mr. Grayson! I just married the Landlady. I’m here for the rent! We can’t pay any other way right now, but as soon as we can we’ll let ya know! Do you have the rent or do I need to stop by tomorrow?” They nodded and handed him an envelope. “My wife and I are creating a list of everyone in the buildings preferred name and pronouns so we do not offend. Do you mind telling me yours?” “I’m Sarah, She/Her. My son’s name is J. He/They. And then we also have Ash Ve/Ver.” He smiled as he wrote down the names. “So how old is your son, you don’t look much older than 22.”

#Maribat #dickinette #college au #fake marriage #mlb x dc

[ellus986]

Don’t stop me now part 6

August 1982

“You should really stop working!” Shouts Roger, as you pack your bag.

“We spoke about it, I’m only 22 weeks pregnant, I can still work, Mira is in if there is something that is needed to be lifted, and I love my job. I don’t want to sit here all along.” You walk out of the house and he is following you with heavy angry steps. “We were speaking with Mira, both of us think one more months is okay, she had two kids, I believe her, and my feelings too!”

“I just want to make sure you are okay!”

“I’m, you know I would never risk our son’s life!” You yell back as you get on your bike and start to ride. “I will be home at night!”

Roger’s point of view:

He finally got you back at home, but still couldn’t talk you down about working. He hated that you go to work three days a week, while you had his son under your heart. You did it again today, and he tried to relax at the pool, but couldn’t get you out of his head, so he went to see you.

The door was open so he decides to not say anything as he walks in and doesn’t see you in the first second. He walks in one of the rows, to find you at one of refrigerators, packing. Your feet is moving to the beat as you are putting some bottles in.

“Tiger, darling I like this music too, but could you quit being your daddy just for some minutes?” You giggle, not really being mad, making Roger smile. He find the smile on your face adorable as you taped your round belly to the beat playing with your child.

“Sorry, could I pay?” Comes from the front and Roger steps back to stay unseeable for you, as you put the bottles down.

“Ofcourse I’m coming!” You walk there. “Oh my God, Robert, Hi!” Your words makes Roger smile disaper.

“Y/N! Good to see you!” Comes from your ex.

“Good to see you too!” You say with smile on your face as Roger steps closer to see you from his hide.

“You look...” he is looking for the good word.

“Big” you giggle, and Roger Rolls his eyes.

“I wanted to say beautiful and happy!” He admits.

“I’m, I mean happy...” you chuckle, while your hand is in the work.

“You are still with that rockstar?” Roger almost walks to him to hit him, but your answer changes his mind.

“Yes, I am still with Roger Taylor the drummer of Queen!” Your voice is filled with pride.

“Is it his?”

“Oh God Robert, like you never even knew me, ofcourse it is his son!” Roger already knew it hurts your feelings, before he heared your hufish voice.

“I’m sorry, just rockstar’s are always like...”

“Like what?” Roger finally steps behind him, to make both of you realise he is there.

“It will be 3 £!” You say, like there was never a conversation, and he puts down the money and grabs his bags.

“I really do not wanted to hurt your feelings, I’m sorry!”

“It is okay! Have a nice day!” You try to keep your tears back, as you mumble.

“You too!” He walks out, and Roger runs to you.

“Come here!” He hugs you and you cry out. “Shhh! He was a dick head!” He holds you close as you make his shirt wet, but who really cares about that right now?

“Why are you here?”

“I missed you two, came in to see you!” He kisses your temple.

“Not telling me I should go home?” You sniff, still hiding your face in his chest.

“No, love!” He admits. “Just wanted to see your bright smile!”

He just locks his eyes with Mira who walks in the store, while you are still have tears in your eyes, burrying your face in his shirt.

“Honey, your shift is over, I get it from here!” She steps to you and taps your back.

“Are you sure?” You sutter.

“Yes, I’m! Spend some time with your man before your boy arrives!” She pushes the two of you out of the shop and Roger just silently froms thank you as he walks you to the car.

“What do you want to do?” He asks you with a smile on his face, that makes you a little happier. “Some food? Or just walk in the park? Going to the festival?” He continues as you don’t answer.

“The walk sounds nice...” you mumble.

“That’s my girl!” He pinches your cheek.

Your point of view:

“You look so stunning!” Elena screams on otherside of the phone.

“Oh shot up!” You chuckle looking at the latest magazine in your hand.

“No, really, I haven’t seen a prettier pregnant woman alive!” She just can’t let it go. “Oh man who would think things will turn out like this? From the night I listened to you guys fuck three times, to become parents!” You can hear how amazed she is.

“You tell me?” You pause for a bit. “I mean two years not using any protection, it is a suprise we lasted this long!” Your laughter is loud you almost can’t hear the answer.

“You really played with fire!” She is amazed, even you can hear it.

“I think deep down both of us was okay with having kids with one and other.” You wonder.

“Even at the party?”

“Okay, I don’t know we were drunk, to say the least! But I think I trusted him already with my life at that point, beyond I knew!”

“Hey! They will think I have feelings!” Comes Roger kissing your nape.

“You don’t need a soul for me to be so stupid to trust you my life!” You say and hear Elena laugh in the phone.

“But I need a soul to be stupid enough to fall in love with a girl who’s family to me!” He smooths some hair out of your face.

“Ooh man, like we had a choice...” you wonder. “So where were we?”

“You two being totally adorable dorks next to eachother!” Laughs Elena.

“Adorable dorks... hmmm... i doubt the boy next to us in the kitchen would say that...” you laugh.

“Who choke on your words?” Ask Roger.

“Yeah, I’m sure he thinks we are adorable...” he smirks, before kissing your forhead. “I go now, but I will be home for dinner!”

“Have fun!”

Roger’s point of view:

He was the first one to arrive to the pub, so he sits down at the bar. Not long after the whole class starts to arrive. All his high school mates are in his favorite pub in the town, he haven’t seen them in years.

“Rainbow!” Oh God how long ago he did he hear that name.

“Beatrix!” He greats her. Yes this nickname came from a girl obviously.

“How growen up you become, rockstar!” She pokes his side.

“It was time!”

“Sure, soon to be dad!” She countinues.

“Yeah, couldn’t have a better life!”

“Sure, sure, sure... but isn’t she a little too young for you? I mean almost 10 years, isn’t that a little bit much?”

“Ooh if I would fall in love with her because of her age!” He laughs.

“You didn’t?”

“Oh I did not! First time I met her, I remember she already helped John and Veronica in the garden, she was cutting woods while singing along our songs. I was just walking there when she sang “I got a way with the girls on my block

Try my best to be a real individual” and that time I didn’t know she meant it, but man I liked her from that moment, and when she looked at Brian with a smirk singing “Oh give me a good guitar

And you can say that my hair's a disgrace” like she already knew I wrote it to piss him. To be fair I’m sure she knew, she saw deep inside me from the very first moment, if not before, but I needed a year to have the balls to really hit on her.” He smiles at the memory.

“So you fell in love with her because she knew some of your lyrics?” Beatrix looks totally suprised.

“No, I fell in love with her, because she has a free spirit, knows how to make me happy, she makes me think I’m enough, that I’m old and young at the same time, but yeah I liked her, because she liked the songs I wrote.”

“The look on your face tells everything, so I won’t ask you again that are you sure about this!” She laughs sipping on her champagne.

“Yes, I’m sure!” He replies and slicks the box in his pocket.

To be continued...

@spacedustmazzello @simply-sams-things

My sweet perms:

#roger taylor #roger taylor fanfic #queen band #queen fanfiction #Roger Taylor fanfiction #roger meddows taylor #borhap #queen fanfic

[nightwingshero]

12-23 all your Far Cry OCs ! 🥰

Thank you, love!!! This may have gotten a bit long...I have a lot of OCs for Far Cry, don’t @ me. 

12. What OCs would have a chugging competition?

That’s an excellent question, and I think a better one would be who wouldn’t. Rowan, Grayson, Wren, Jane, and Randy are definitely the top contenders for that. Ivy would be a bit taken aback by it, and then politely decline. Whitney and Quinn...Whit would silently judge while also wishing that was her. Quinn is...he’s on the fence, I think that depends. Because he likes rooting for it, watching it, and laughing at them making fools of themselves, but if challenged, he won’t hesitate, and I think Mel would be in the same boat, but she’s less likely to rise to the challenge...she’s too uh...laid back to really feel competitive. Now, as for the kids go, it would be between Emmett, Freya, and Harper. It would start as a back and forth between Emmett and Freya, which would just pull Harper in with it as Braxton and Ana watch warily and Emmie is laughing her ass off. 

13. What OCs would arm wrestle? Who would win?

Randy, Wren, Rowan, Jane, and Quinn. Hands down (see what I did there?). Jane would only do it if provoked, in any other situation, she’s rolling her eyes in the corner and calling them idiots. Randy would obviously win, though it’s a good go with Quinn...and Quinn would honestly let Wren win. He’s trying to impress her, you know? Rowan won’t get off that easily, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Girl can hold her own. If it’s the kids, Emmett and Freya, all day long. Freya is just like her mother, and she’s so damn quick to rise to a challenge, and Emmett is a cocky little shit. 

14. Who would jump off the roof into a pool and who would video it?

Okay...this is probably something that’s going down at Whit’s house. And I’m telling you right now, Randy and Grayson are the first to go, quickly (and I mean quickly) followed by Jane, because she’s not going to be showed up by them at all (Grayson said something rile her up). Whitney is freaking the hell out, insisting someone is going to get hurt. Wren is videoing it because there’s no way in hell it’s not going on YouTube. Ro and Mel are actually scoring it. Ivy is trying really hard to ignore it, she got one day off and might have to play doctor anyway. It was Quinn’s idea...he just made it seem like Grayson’s and he’s enjoying the result of it while drinking an ice cold beer (he prefers vodka, but Whit didn’t have that...so she claims). 

15.What OC nicknames everyone?

They all do, honestly. My Scooby Gang are a bunch of just...sarcastic assholes and sweethearts. Grayson and Ivy might be the only ones that don’t. Jane is called Viking Princess most of the time by Wren, and Randy is Lumberjack Steve. Quinn is Blondie from time to time, Wren will call him Hot Shot, too. Randy will call him “Cap” in reference to Captain America (Quinn’s favorite superhero) and with him being a Security Captain. Rowan is playfully dubbed Huntress or Bambi, depending on who you’re talking to. But Jane calls her Robin Hood or just asshole. Grayson is just...Gray. No one really has a nickname for him, except for Quinn, who calls him Speedy from his background (which Randy then tells them the story of Wren nearly driving them off a cliff). Whitney is either Mom (sarcastically, of course), Miss America, Goody Two Shoes, or just Whit. And Whitney just...calls everyone hun, darlin’, sweetheart, sweetie, dear, etc. If she’s feeling extra fiesty, she’ll give an actual sarcastic nickname (she calls Cooper cowboy and lone ranger though). 

16. Who makes the plan, who follows the plan and who knows the plan is going to fail?

Making the plan consists of: Rowan, Quinn, and Randy. Ivy, Whit, and Wren are gonna follow it, and...well, Jane and Gray are gonna say “this is a stupid idea”. I honestly picuture it being that scene from Infinity War. Tony would be Rowan and Randy. Peter Quill would be Quinn. Draxx would be Grayson and Jane, Mantis is Whit and Mel. Wren is Peter Parker, and Ivy is Dr. Strange. Ivy was looking forward in time, watching every scenario in which she dies surrounded by idiots. I mean...this scene is literally just them in New Dawn. 

17. Who brings a surplus amount of silly string to a party?

Wren and Mel. Mostly because it’s probably a prank to ruin Whit’s perfect hair. It takes her forever to get it out due to the hairspray, but it was worth it. Jane recorded it so she can relive the screams. 

18. Who goes crazy over glow sticks?

Wren, Mel, and Randy! They love them. When they get wasted or high, they do this (its at 3:20, but seriously...watch it...because there isn’t a Brendon Urie vine that doesn’t embody one of my OCs...plus, he’s hilarious). But I could see them doing some sort of glow stick party. 

19. What is your OCs favourite game to play together?

Monopoly (Jane and Quinn are scary good at it), Just Dance, Cards Against Humanity, and Heads Up. Most of them end up in hilarious fights and yelling/laughing together...because they drink when they play. 

20. What OC has no directional compass yet still leads the group?

W H I T N E Y. Listen, I could literally hear the whole fucking group just collectively groan. She will swear she knows where she’s going and pretty much takes charge, even though she has no clue. But they follow anyway...so who’s really at fault here?

21. Who would pose beside a garbage can to take a picture to caption it ‘me’ later?

Wren, Grayson, and Randy. They would laugh while doing it, but Whitney would text back or show up at their house like “Sweetie, are you okay?” with cookies or some shit. Rowan is sure of herself and Mel is at peace with who she is. Quinn, Whit, Ivy, and Jane love themselves too much for that. 

22. What poses do the squad like to do when taking a group photo?

Oh. My. GODDDDD. Listen, they’re always doing stupid shit, even if Whit is demanding something serious. Whit will smile with Ivy while the others are doing bunny ears, carrying each other, climbing on each other, or doing other stupid shit. Lots of kisses on the cheek, piggy back rides, “sexy” poses, and just...they never take it seriously. Whit has one (1) good photo. 

23. What concert would your OCs all go to together and why that concert?

Arctic Monkeys, Queen, Lorde, or Taylor Swift, but it’ll most likely be Queen or Taylor Swift. Grayson has a huge crush on Adam Lambert, and who doesn’t love the music? And Randy knows all the words to Shake It Off and You Need to Calm Down is the group’s like....unspoken song...so...yeah, they’re going.

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Moments Where You Didn’t Know I Was Recording || Shawn Mendes

Description: Shawn loves to take videos of you when you’re not paying attention. You find out.

A/N: I came up with the title of this first and I’m like oh shit this could be cute and I’ve been super busy so I didn’t write this in one sitting like I usually do but I really really love how it turned out. Hope you love it :) also this is one of my faves and i forgot it’s been sitting in my drafts for weeks oops

Word Count: 3.7k

Your laugh echoed off the empty walls of your new apartment as Shawn tried to help you hang pictures.

“You can’t put that in the middle of the wall!” You yelled as he positioned the frame. He sighed and set the frame down onto the floor.

“Then where does it go?” He asked with a genuinely confused expression on his face. You laughed at him and pulled a few more photographs from the box next to him.

“They go together like a collage. Step back and let me show you how it’s done.” You shoed him away and positioned them how you wanted them, drawing marks with a pencil on the wall.

Shawn stepped back and watched you with a smile. He quietly pulled out his phone and hit record. He watched you through his screen.

You tried different positions, occasionally stepping back and tilting your head to the side, your ponytail going wherever your head did.

“Does that look ok? Or does it look completely stupid?” You asked without turning around.

“Looks great. Better than I ever could have done,” he said with a small laugh. You shook your head and picked up a frame off the floor.

“That’s not saying much,” you mumbled.

“Hey!” He yelled as he stopped the video and grabbed you from behind, lifting you and spinning as your laugh echoed once again.

—

It was windier than the forecast said it would be. This was not what you imagined would happen when you thought of bringing Shawn to your favorite spots in your hometown. The wind coming off the lake whipped your hair in every direction. You cursed yourself over and over again for not bringing anything to tie it back.

“We can do this tomorrow, babe,” Shawn said from behind you as you led him onto the rocks that bordered the lake.

“No, tomorrow we’re getting coffee with Mrs. Miller and visiting my grandparents. It’s now or never,” you said as you continued to get irritated with the weather.

You balanced on the rocks as best you could but slipped anyway. Shawn quickly reached out and grabbed your waist before you could tumble.

“You seriously would come here all the time? Isn’t this dangerous?” Shawn questioned.

You glanced back at him and shrugged your shoulders with a smile. “That’s the best part.”

Shawn shook his head as you continued to dance from rock to rock. He pressed the record button and showed off the scenic sunset in front of him. You were situated in the bottom left corner as you found the large boulder you always sat on with your best friend. Shawn watched you as you finally released your breath, brushed your hair aside and admired the beauty around you with a smile on your face. He took a few photos of you before ending the video and carefully making his way back to you.

“Was it worth it?” He said as he sat down next to you. You leaned your head on his shoulder, and he looked down at you. He swore he'd never seen you more content.

“It’s worth it every time.”

—

“Quit doing that!” Shawn quietly yelled as you jumped up and rode on the cart again. You gave him that look, again, and he laughed at it, again.

“Don’t tell me what to do,” you snarked back at him as you gripped onto the cart with one hand and grabbed a cereal box off the shelf with the other, knocking two onto the floor in the process. And cue Shawn with the look again.

“They’re going to kick us out of here,” he said through a laugh as you quickly put the boxes back on the shelf and climbed inside the cart this time with your back to Shawn.

“You’re mean to me,” you said with your arms crossed and head facing forward, refusing to look at him. You couldn’t see it, but you could tell he was definitely rolling his eyes.

“You are so dramatic, my love,” he said as he pushed the cart forward once again, pulling his phone out and recording it.

“Learned it from my mama,” you said with a giggle as you aggressively pointed at the box of granola bars you couldn’t reach.

“You’re kidding,” Shawn mumbled. “This is honestly like shopping with a child.”

“Please, Shawnie, just grab the granola bars,” you whined. He signed as he stopped the video on his phone and grabbed the box, tossing it in your lap and looking at you with that same look.

“Are you done?” He said as he let a small laugh escape, and you smiled up at him.

“This is what you get for not doing the grocery shopping before I flew in. You set yourself up for this,” you said as he helped you out of the cart.

You spent the rest of the grocery shopping trip gripping onto his hand and arm and resting your head on his shoulder, trying not to nod off.

—

It had been two months since you moved to Toronto to live with Shawn. You’d bought a new house together in a cute neighborhood outside of the city. Your full-time job was able to transfer you to their Toronto branch, and everything was perfect.

Except your friends had been begging to visit since you first moved in. But there were things to be unpacked from both yours and Shawn’s places, and a whole damn house to decorate. So two months later, and your three closest friends were gushing over your new house with a bottle of wine.

“This still feels really fake,” Liz said as she curled into the couch. “Like this is temporary and by next week you’ll be living down the street from me again.”

“Tell me about it. I finally finished putting my clothes in my closet last week,” you laughed as you poured another glass.

Regan launched into a story about her new Tinder disaster as the rest of you nodded along, this story sounded like you’d heard it a million times before.

You heard the back door open and close slowly, Shawn obviously trying to sneak in without any of you noticing. He obviously wasn’t good at it. By the time he made it to the kitchen, all four of you were staring at him, and he turned beat red when he noticed.

“Get the hell outta here,” Hannah yelled as she held her glass up at him. “Aren’t you supposed to be at some friend’s house?”

Shawn shook his head and laughed as he quickly dipped into your room and grabbed his bag.

“Forgot my laptop,” he said as he held the bag up.

“Honey, did you seriously go to write music and not bring your computer with the music on it?” You questioned with that look on your face. You honestly don’t know how he continued to live from day to day.

He crossed the room and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. “I’ll see you girls tomorrow,” he said as he made his way towards the back door.

You and your friends faced each other once again, going back into Regan’s story. Shawn paused for a minute and pulled out his phone, not wanting to miss the look on your face when you were with your friends.

You threw your head back in laughter and almost spilled your glass, quickly catching it before it met the brand new white couch. You set it down before your hand went to your heart and you laughed it off. Shawn smiled as he ended the video and tucked his phone into his pocket.

“Love you, [Y/N],” he said with his head leaning inside the living room.

“I love you, too. Now get outta here. I can’t talk about you if you’re standing right there,” you said as you shoed him off one last time.

—

You stood on your tiptoes as you grabbed a box of pasta from the top shelf and tossed it down on the counter. You bopped your head to “Mercy,” a favorite of yours since before you’d met Shawn. Even after years of knowing him, it never left your playlist.

You added the noodles to the boiling water and went in search of that jar of pasta sauce you swore you bought last week. You sat on the ground outside the cabinet it should’ve been in and dug around to see if it would maybe just jump out at you.

Unknowingly to you, Shawn came home a little earlier than expected and shook his head when he could hear the song that was blaring through the house. He slipped off his shoes and walked carefully to the doorway.

“I knew it!” You shouted as you pulled out the jar and set it next to the noodles on the counter. Your playlist switched to another song, “22” by Taylor Swift. The pasta was long abandoned as you began to jump up and down to one of your favorite songs.

Shawn pulled out his phone and started recording, trying not to laugh at the sight in front of him. You swayed your hips back and forth as you sang along and stirred the pot occasionally. You started another pan to heat up the sauce, almost spilling the entire jar, deciding you should probably stop dancing so aggressively.

“Shit,” you mumbled as you tried to wipe off the little bit that had spilled onto your sweater. Shawn quickly stopped the video, knowing you’d be turning around to go to the sink he was standing next to you.

He was right. You turned around and jumped back.

“Damn, Shawn. How long have you been standing there?” You said as you leaned up to kiss him on the cheek.

“Long enough,” he said through a smile. You shook your head as you leaned against the counter and started wiping at the stain that was forming.

“Pasta for dinner,” you mumbled as you sighed in defeat that you’d definitely just ruined your new sweater. Shawn nodded his head as he set his backpack down on the table and looked back at you.

“Kiss Me Slowly” by Parachute began to play as Shawn pulled you close to him to dance. You finally relaxed into him, your arms around his neck and his around your waist as your head rested on his chest. He rested his head on your head and turned the burners off when you made your way near the stove.

“Mercy always has been one of my favorite songs,” he whispered in your ear and you could practically feel the smirk on his face. You pushed him away from you quickly.

“You ruined the moment,” you laughed as you went back to finish dinner.

—

“I’m freaking out,” you whisper shouted as Shawn gripped onto your hands backstage, rubbing his thumbs against the backs of your hands as you shook.

“You’ve practiced this a million times. You know you’re going to kill it. You’ve got this, [Y/N],” he whispered to you as you checked the time again. You gave your presentation in four minutes.

When you submitted a proposal to give a TED talk about your experiences in your life this far, you never thought they’d actually want you to give it. You had to admit you had an interesting life, but not enough that all these people wanted to hear you talk about it. But here you were, four minutes from your speech telling everyone about the time you moved to a different country to be with your rockstar boyfriend and didn’t give up your career by doing so and how you somehow learned to balance all of it.

“This is so stupid. Why am I doing this? No one wants this. No one wants to hear this,” you rambled as your anxiety got to you. Shawn quickly pulled you to him and wrapped his arms around you tightly, knowing it would maybe help a little.

“Breathe, honey,” he whispered in your ear. You took a deep breath and released it as best as you could smooshed against Shawn’s chest. He released you and rubbed your arms a few times.

“Two minutes, [Y/N],” the lady said to you. You nodded your head and thanked her.

“I gotta go up by the side,” you said quietly as you rested your forehead against Shawn’s.

“You’re going to do amazing. I’m so proud of you, and I love you,” he paused to kiss your forehead, “so damn much.” You quick pecked his lips once more before turning and waiting on the side of the stage, applying your lipstick for the tenth time and trying to breathe.

Meanwhile, Shawn stayed a few steps back and watched you as he pulled out his phone to record. He watched you take a few more deep breaths and shake out your arms a few times. You nervously reviewed your opening statement again and cracked your neck. You said a quick prayer, and the lady told you to walk out.

Shawn cheered with everyone else as you put a big smile on your face and walked out on stage. And it definitely wasn’t a fake smile. You were beyond happy to do this.

So, Shawn put his phone away and took his spot on the side of the stage and watched you with total admiration.

—

Neither of you can remember who said it first. You were both thinking it anyway, so it didn’t really matter who brought it up.

You were gone every day from 8:00 to 6:00 at your job, and Shawn liked recording at night so he was gone from 7:00 to whenever he decided to come back which was usually well into the early hours of the morning. You were lucky if the two of you had dinner together, and you were damn near blessed if you were still awake when he got home.

The two of you hadn’t had a genuine night together in longer than you can remember. So now you were both standing on opposite sides of the kitchen, not saying a word.

You both said things you regretted. Things you definitely didn’t mean.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” Shawn finally said just barely above a whisper.

“I know,” you said near the same volume. You wrapped your arms tighter around yourself, willing the tears to stay in. You were not going to let yourself cry over this.

“Can we please just-“

“I need a minute,” you cut him off before he could say anything else. You grabbed your blanket off the chair, went out the back door and made your way to the lounge chair in the back corner of your small backyard. You wrapped it tightly around you and leaned back, staring at the sky, praying someone was listening to the prayers inside your head.

You wanted this to work. It had to work. You knew it was going to. But this was not nearly what you signed up for.

As you sat in the back with tears streaming down your face, Shawn watched you from the kitchen window, elbows resting on the edges of the sink, trying to figure out when was the best time to go back and sit in the chair across from you.

He stayed there and cursed himself for having a schedule like he did. He could easily go in the morning. He could work the same hours as her if he wanted. He’s the reason they’re in this position. He rubbed the palms of his hands aggressively against his eyes before looking up at you again.

The moonlight seemed to just hit you at the right angle. You looked up at the stars with a stuck look on your face. Without thinking, he pulled out his phone and hit record. The camera captured it well but not nearly as breathtaking as he was seeing you right now.

He watched you stand up and lay your blanket down on the ground before laying on top of it.

He took this as his time and slipped his phone in his back pocket before making his way out to you.

You could hear the grass crunching underneath his feet, but you didn’t look up. He laid down next to you, just centimeters apart.

Without speaking, you moved into his arms, your head resting on his shoulder and your arm around his middle as you both stared at the sky. His hand made his way underneath your shirt and rested on the bottom of your back.

“I’m going to make this right. I’m going to change this. I’m never going to let myself lose you,” he whispered. You simply nodded your head against his shoulder.

“I love you,” he whispered before pressing a kiss to your forehead. You closed your eyes, and a soft smile came across your face.

“I love you, too. Always.”

“Always.”

—

If your niece loved anything more than Uncle Shawn’s music, it was going to be Taylor Swift’s. You swear your sister-in-law must have given birth to her while listening to Lover on repeat.

Any time you were in town, you gladly took Elle for the night to spend as much time with her as possible. Your nights were filled with dance parties and whatever tv show she was currently obsessed with.

So, here you were, holding her tiny five-year-old hands and dancing to “Paper Rings” around the living room. She giggled loudly anytime you’d lift her up, spin her around or poke at her sides.

Shawn watched from his spot in the kitchen as he leaned against the counter on a phone call with Andrew. He honestly couldn’t tell you what the phone call was supposed to be about because he for sure wasn’t listening.

He hung up the phone a few minutes later and pressed record, capturing the utter joy radiating out of you and Elle. You lifted her up and held her on your hip as you dipped her up and down and she laughed uncontrollably.

Shawn couldn’t contain the smile on his face. He always thought you’d be forever, but he loved moments like this where it hit twice as hard that someday this could be you and your daughter dancing around your living room.

“Come on, Uncle Shawn!” Elle yelled over your shoulder as Shawn quickly put his phone away. He wrapped his arms around the two of you as he swayed whichever way you pulled them as Elle planted a kiss on his cheek.

And it was the moment that he didn’t need to take another video to watch on nights where he missed you or doubted this was forever. This was it. This was all he needed.

—

He bought the ring the day the two of you got home from visiting your family. He buried it in the bottom of the bottom drawer of his dresser, knowing you’d never find it.

He went through every video he’d ever taken of you where you had no idea and had Connor edit together with your song playing softly in the background.

He had it all planned out. Your friends would keep you busy for the day while he got the backyard set up with the roses and the projector. There’s no way it could go wrong.

But even Shawn should’ve known that wasn’t true.

It was a Sunday around 8:00, and the two of you were tangled together on the couch. Everything was in place for a week from today, and it drove him crazy that in a week from now you’d be his fiancé.

“I’m going to grab some tea,” he said before pressing a kiss to your head and walking over to the kitchen.

You laid on your back and stared at the ceiling trying to decide what movie you wanted to watch tonight. You looked around the living room trying to find where you left your laptop, but you couldn’t see it so you grabbed Shawn’s which was on the floor next to you.

You propped it up on your lap as you opened it up to go onto Netflix and look around.

But what was on the screen was definitely not Netflix.

Your curiosity got the best of you, and you hit play. You watched moments you never knew were caught on camera. You smiled at videos of you and your niece and the first night in your apartment. Tears pricked at the corners of your eyes as you watched countless moments you’d nearly forgotten about.

“Did you want green or white-“ Shawn said as he leaned in the doorway but cut himself off. “Oh my God, what are you watching?” He said with panic in his voice.

“When did you do this?” You said between sobs. Shawn sighed as he trudged over to you and curled up next to you.

“You weren’t supposed to see this,” he mumbled into your shoulder.

“How did I never know you were recording?” You whispered as your eyes couldn’t leave the screen.

“You’re always in your own little world. It’s not very difficult,” he said and you could feel his smile against your shoulder as you leaned your head against his.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered. “What’s this for?” You said as you finally looked at him, and he looked up at you.

“Will you marry me?” He said with a smile on his face. Your heart stopped, and you set the laptop next to you before straddling his waist. He rubbed his hands up and down your thighs carefully as he smiled up at you

“Are you serious?” You whispered as the tears returned.

“The ring is up in my drawer underneath some shirt from high school,” he paused and rolled his eyes. “It was supposed to be a lot more romantic, but I should’ve known this would happen,” he said through a laugh and a shrug before you pressed a longing kiss to his lips. He looked you in the eyes with a total look of admiration. “But will you please be my wife?”

“Yes,” you managed to say in-between kisses. “Yes, yes, yes.” Neither of you could stop smiling or kissing, and he could only imagine how ridiculously in love the two of you looked right now.

You stopped for a moment and rested your forehead against his and closed your eyes.

“I love you,” you finally said.

“I love you. Always,” he said before pressing another kiss to your lips.

“Always.”

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Send Nudes!!!

First off I want to say this title is not what you think it is. It’s a play on the word “Nudes.”    Please don’t come for me.  Thanks.

 I am participating in @wackydrabbles​​​ prompt # 136 You’re the only one I can trust do this which will appear in bold

The Book:  TRR (no royals)  Series: School Dayz Pairings:  Liam x Riley   Word count: 1128

Song Inspiration:  I’m Not a Girl, Not Yet a Woman by Britney Spears

Ratings and Warnings:  Teen: profanity, mention of sending “nudes” via text message.

Post Update 03/1/22 at 9:24PM EST.

“Ewww. Riley what’s up with that face?  You look constipated or something.  I really need you to fix your face. 

 Actually it’s our face.  Fix that now. I can’t be associated with that.”  

Riley threw down her cell phone on the couch.

“I’m verbally constipated!!!!!!  I want to text Liam, but I don’t know what to say.  We said we would text each other about  the science project.”

“Talk about the damn project then. Nerd out with him!”  

“It’s not about the project; I just want to talk to him, Taylor. I like him.”

“Wait let me get this straight, he knocked you out with a volleyball, exploded confetti in your face, rescued you from the butterfly room, held your hand while you skated, and you kissed his cheek, and held his hand? Did I get it all?”

“He bought me hot chocolate yesterday.”

“Aren’t you guys like nerd married by now?  Does he need an engraved invitation to ask you out officially?”  

“Never mind Taylor, I’ll go talk to Jaiden, Bebe’s here.”  

“Come on don’t be like that I have an idea, but you have to trust me.”  

“Okay I trust you.”

“So this could go really funny, or really wrong in a matter of seconds and it completely depends on you.”  

Taylor whispered in  Riley’s ear.  

“SERIOUSLY?”  

“I promise you, it will start the conversation but you have to say Jaiden gave you the advice though.”  

“I don’t know Taylor.....”

“Oh come on Ri! What’s the worst that could happen?!?!?!?”

Riley smirked at Taylor raising an eyebrow.

“Okay.... the second worse thing that could happen?”  

“Okay Tay, I’ll do it.”    

Riley: So I wanted to start a conversation with you Liam, and  I didn’t know how.  So my brother told me to do this as an ice breaker.

Liam:  Okay.  What did he say to do?

Riley: Send nudes.  I’ll go first!”  

Riley paused a second like Taylor had said to do and sent the picture.

Riley waited patiently laughing at the joke, but Liam did not respond.  

Still later in the day Liam had not responded back to the message.

Later That Day

"You told Riley to say WHAT to a teenage boy?!?"

"Send nudes."

Jaiden shook his head.

"But it wasn't like real nudes Dad, she sent him a picture of nude colored crayons."

"And what would you know about real nudes Taylor Jeanine Brooks! You better not be out here sending those kinds of pictures to teenage boys!!! And it was Jaiden's idea?!?"

"Wait what?!?  I wasn't even in this! I was outside with Bebe at the fire pit!!!! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING!!! Taylor what the hell?!?!?"

"Language  Jai!" Ren poked him.

"Mom, Dad!!!  I would never tell Riley to do something like that.  I'm not going down with Titanic Taylor over there."

"And the band was still playing. Titanic Taylor.”

Both Riley and Jaiden started chuckling as they both had the same slightly quirky sense of humor.  

“You two, zip it. Now. I mean it."  Ren said sternly.

All the Brooks’ children sat on the couch with straight faces.  

“Jai, you’re excused.”  

Jaiden quickly left the room.

“Riley, as innocent as you thought that text was, it could have been taken the wrong way.  And I don’t want your reputation to be ruined like that for something you thought was funny.  Do you know if there is an age difference between the two of you, and  if either of you did send something questionable, that’s considered child pornography?   You or him could be labeled as a child sex offender, for a joke Riley.”

“I’m sorry Dad.  I just wanted to talk to Liam and didn’t know what to say.”

“Maybe start with Hi! It’s Riley! That generally works!!!!  And Taylor, to talk your sister into doing something like that, you’re grounded.”

“Dad, I'm sorry! Mom?!?!?!”

“I agree with your father Taylor.  I understand you meant this to be a joke, and you thought it was funny, but this could have turned  so wrong so fast.  And the disappointing thing about it is you knew that, and talked your sister into doing it anyway.  Now both of you go to your rooms until dinnertime.”

"NOW!" Jason's voice boomed.

“Yes Sir.”  Both Riley and Taylor chimed in unison jumping up from the couch and both running upstairs to their respective rooms.  

Liam

“You’re the only one I can trust to do this.”  

Liam was making Leo one of his protein shakes for football, mixing the vitamins into the concoction.  

“Send Nudes!!!! I’ll go first!?!?!?!” Liam exclaimed, dropping his phone on the counter.

“Who the hell is texting you Li?”

Both glanced down at his phone  when it beeped again, but nothing could be seen because Liam's screen saver had popped back on.  

“Riley.”  

“You mean Taylor.”  

“No Riley.”

“The one with glasses, kind of shy that you hit in the face with the volleyball?”

“Yeah.”  

Leo shook his head immediately.

“Don’t look at it. Delete it. She’s a nice girl.  A lot wilder than I thought apparently. Just delete it Li. That kind of stuff can ruin a reputation fast, and Riley is really sweet.”

"I know she is."

Liam picked up his phone  and instead of opening the text from Riley,  he deleted  her complete text message  history without looking.

“You did the right thing Li, though I bet you wanted to look.”  

Liam's cheeks turned red.

“Of course, Riley is really pretty.  What should I do when I see her tomorrow?”

“Just don’t make a big deal about it.”  

Next Morning

Riley smoothed down the collar of her shirt and her hair before she walked into class.  Liam was already there. He buried his face deeper in his book when she walked in.  

“Hi Liam.”  Riley said she sat next to him.  

“Hey Riley.”

There was the most uncomfortable dead silence between them.  

“So…. did you get my text?”

“About that.  You’re really nice Riley, but I don’t want to see naked pictures of you.”

“What?”  

“I mean no! That’s not what I meant!! I mean I really want to see them.”

Taylor’s mouth was wide gaping open catching flies.  Then she burst out laughing.  

Riley’s face turned bright red. She wanted to crawl under the table.

“You’re really pretty Riley, but you don’t have to send me anything like that for me to like you, because I already do.”

“Liam….it wasn’t a nude picture of me,  it was crayons! Look!”  

“That’s your takeaway from what he just said Riley!?!?!??!” Taylor screeched like a velociraptor.

Both ignored Taylor as Riley showed him the picture on her phone.  

He immediately chucked.  “Send nudes!!! I get it!!!”  

“It’s funny right?”  

“Yeah, though I saw your message and freaked out. That’s why I didn’t respond.”

“It’s okay. I understand. And about that you liking me part?  I like you too. Liam.”

“Okay. Does that mean you’ll be my girlfriend?”

“I’d really like that Liam.”  

“Alright.”  

Later that day, she received a text from Liam.

Liam: Well since you showed me yours, it’s only fair I show you  mine.

Riley:  Let’s see it. 

Riley waited for Liam to text her his nude pic. 

Riley giggled.  

Liam:  I’ll text you later, but definitely NOT on that phone!  See you at lunch.  I’ll save you a seat next to me. 😊

Riley:  Okay. 🥰

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Only Happy Accidents (six)

Summary: YN and Steve deal with YN’s second trimester hormones, YN goes wedding dress shopping, YN buys something for Steve, and Steve thanks her

Warnings: NSFW themes, emotional Girl Squad, Bucky is Tan France

Songs: “Fifteen”— Taylor Swift / “Flight 22” Kali Uchis / “Love Story”— Taylor Swift

Masterlist

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March 11 / 18th Week

There were few things that were both the middle of something and also favourites. The middle of a dance routine, the middle of a season of construction, the middle of winter, middle school, being the middle child (YN wouldn’t know, she was an only child growing up) and so on so forth. 

However, some middle things were great— the middle of a really good sandwich, the middle of a drunk snuggle pile, the middle of the bed. 

The second trimester rocked YN’s world. The exhaustion, sore boobs, nausea were all ugly memories that both YN and Steve were over the moon to get rid of considering how gross and strong they all were. YN was now enjoying her pregnancy, having gained a few inches around her middle and enjoying the way Steve’s eyes lingered on her swollen (not tender!) boobs whenever she walked past him wearing a blouse for work. Every edge and corner on YN’s body had rounded out and it seemed as if this fat was why Steve was very keen on having both hands on her at all times. His kisses were longer and deeper and YN’s whole body ached whenever she crawled into his lap and kissed him breathless. 

The part YN would need to learn to deal with? The lack of sex in her relationship while she was in fact, very horny. All the time. 

YN decided one afternoon while she was showering for the second time that day (the basement was flooding, thanks increased blood flow) to initiate a plan to get Steve Rogers in bed with her. They hadn’t slept together since Halloween, and even if she weren’t pregnant, YN would very much love to ride that man into the sunset a month and a half into a real not-pregnant-induced relationship. So, she put to work, touching him absently on the couch during movie marathons, nipping his neck while hugging him and humming when she would suck in a breath. She would wear clothes the showed off her stomach and boobs and butt around the house— often skipping the pyjama pants for short maternity shorts under one of his shirts from the dryer. She could hear his appreciative sounds whenever he would wake up to find her in his clothes and making breakfast. 

Steve loved how needy YN had become, as well— almost too much if he were being honest. He felt like a teenage boy again whenever he saw YN trapesing around the house in one of his sweaters— blood rushing from one head to another. He found that YN could get him harder than he had ever been in his life when she got bored of the movie and crawled into his lap, a sexy little smirk on her face as her hands cupped the sides of his neck and she kissed him for hours. His hands had to stop her more than once from wiggling on him because it almost hurt to have her so close but unable to get closer. 

His greatest fear was hurting the baby— or even worse, the baby knowing what his mom and dad were doing. When he voiced this fear to Natasha one day when they were sparring, she lost all composure and roared with laughter as he tripped her. She had rolled onto her side and covered her face with her hands to hide the tears streaming down her face. 

“What’s so funny?” Steve had grumbled and through giggles she replied. 

“Weren’t you like, one of the smartest people in the army in 1940?” She breathed heavily. 

“Yeah, I guess but what does that have to do with anything?”

“Steve, my favourite life partner. Even you, in all your physical enhancements has no chance of hurting the baby. YN’s body has all of the defences that the baby needs, especially your kid. I’m not talking about fucking her through the mattress, but you can have sex with your girlfriend.” She smiled, getting up and patting his shoulder. 

She grabbed a towel and wiped her face, slicking the flyaway hairs from her ponytail back with sweat. “How far along is she?”

“Eighteen or nineteen weeks? I think she’s almost at nineteen.” He replied, taking a swig from his water bottle and her eyes widened. 

“You do know her sex drive is probably through the roof right now, right?” She stated and he choked on his water. 

“What?”

“Yeah, she’s in her second trimester, right? Then yeah— she’s horny as hell.” She shrugged and Steve shifted his weight, swallowing and thinking about his mother so his dick wouldn’t explode spontaneously. 

“I should— I should go, probably.” He mumbled, and Natasha rolled her eyes. 

“Yeah, you probably should. Can you remind YN that we have a dress-fitting tomorrow?” Natasha called after and Steve tripped over his feet when he remembered that he was, in fact, marrying the woman waiting for him at home. 

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He burst through the door, roses in hand (he had barely remembered that today was Valentines Day) and called out for YN.

“Ma?” He asked and the ache between his legs was almost enough tomato his knees shake. There were no lights on, yet, so he wandered through the house and down to her room where he nudged the door open to find her sprawled on the bed. 

Unconscious. 

He chuckled and set the flowers on her bedside table. He looked down at her and cooed, running the backs of his knuckles down her cheek and leaned over to kiss her soundly on the forehead. 

“Stevie?” She mumbled sleepily and turned to him, eyes still closed. He only hummed and kissed her nose again. 

“Get some sleep, Sweetheart.” He murmured and she moaned, rolling over and letting out a small grunt before she fell asleep once more. 

Good thing she was so cute. 

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March 12th, 19 weeks

There was something wrong. Something very horribly wrong, and YN woke up feeling something in her stomach. Something was wrong, and she couldn’t breathe and she wanted to move but an impossible weight rested on her chest. She struggled to breathe, tears prickling at the corners of her eyes as the feeling went away but came back once again stronger. 

It was when it came back stronger than she was finally able to throw the blankets from her body and run from the room, hand over her stomach. She tore up the stairs to Steve’s room and didn’t bother to knock before bursting into the room and walking across it to the bed. 

She shook his shoulder and he grumbled, swatting her hand weakly. 

“Steve. Steve, wake up, please.” She half cried and his eyes opened and he rolled over to look up at her. The tears of fear in her eyes waking him up almost immediately. 

“Wassit? Baby? Baby okay? You hurting, Ma?” His voice was thick and husky with sleep and she ignored the way that her core clenched at the low baritone of his voice. This was not the time for that. 

“I don’t— there’s something wrong.” She whimpered and Steve sat up, running his arms over her shoulders and pressing the back of his hand to her forehead. She was a little clammy and she was running warm, but that aunt anything new— she had been running hot since she had gotten pregnant. 

“Are you in pain?” He asked and she shook her head. 

“No, it’s like— like flutters? But I can feel something and it’s not right.” She whimpered and took Steve’s hand, pressing it right under her navel. Steve and YN waited for the feeling to happen again and when it did, YN let out a cry. 

“What— I don’t—“ She breathed heavily and Steve looked at her with wide eyes. Neither moved until the fluttering was over and Steve began crying tears of his own. 

“What— why are you?” YN whimpered and Steve surged forward, pushing her to her back on his bed and kissed her. He peppered kisses across her face, and nose and neck through his giggles. 

“You’re so cute.” He whispered, kissing her again and she shoved him off, glowering. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing, Rogers?” She snarled and jumped off the bed, only to be caught by Steve and pulled back on his lap. He tucked her hair behind her ear and kissed her chest bone, and nosed her collarbone. 

“Put your hand on your stomach. Right where my hand is.” He murmured and she could have slapped him. 

“I already feel it, Rogers. We need to go to Cho.” She moved to get off of him but he caught her again and grabbed her hand. 

“Baby doll, just listen to me and wait.” He whispered and she stared into his eyes and waited until the feeling came back. When it did, YN let out a cry of dear and Steve shushed her with a soothing kiss.

“He moved, YN. That’s our son kicking.” He murmured and she sucked a lungful of air in. 

“She’s moving? Already?” YN whispered and he nodded. 

“Ms. Tyler said that we could expect the baby to move in another few weeks, but I do apparently have super sperm so—“ He shrugged and YN laughed, throwing her head back and then kissing him. Her tongue swiped his lip teasingly and he squeezed her hips happily. She pulled away before he could roll them over and wiped her face. 

“God. Okay. I’m— I’m sorry for waking you up, I was just really scared.” She said, looking rather guilty. 

“I’m your boyfriend. Fiancee, technically, but I’m your person. You come to me when you’re scared and I’ll protect you from the world, okay?” He whispered and she smiled softly, swiping her thumb over his bottom lip and chin softly before moving to climb off of him. 

“I’ll go back to bed then. I’ll text Cho and tell her we’ll drop by when you drop me off for the fitting tomorrow, though.” She said, rubbing her stomach and smiling to herself softly. She stood and turned to walk before Steve gathered his courage and grabbed her hand, pulling her back slightly. She turned with a smile and a raised eyebrow. 

“You okay, Hot Shot?” YN asked and he clenched his jaw nervously. 

“I— you don’t have to go, you know. You can stay the night… here, with me.” He muttered and she felt her face heat up. 

“Really?”

“Really.” He replied, and almost did a small victory dance when she nervously shifted her feet before crawling over him and pulling the blankets back, settling into his mattress and sighing. 

“Your bed is much comfier than mine, you know.” She whispered and he laughed, pulling her so that her back was to him. He curled into her back and nosed at her neck, inhaling the scent of her shampoo and almost melting into the sheets. His strong arm wrapped around her middle and he rested his hand on her stomach, smiling to himself whenever he felt his son jump against his fingers. His slid his thigh between hers and she sighed, wiggling back into him and pulling his other arm to act as a pillow under her head. 

“You don’t have to sleep in the other room, you know. We are dating-engaged-almost-parents.” He murmured and she giggled. 

“How did we even get int his whole situation, huh?” She chuckled and he squeezed her lightly. 

“We like each other and just so happened to forget to use protection.”

“Ah, yes. Halloween— the ultimate aphrodisiac.”

“It was the thigh highs, honestly.”

“Goodnight, Steven.”

“Night, Ma.”

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March 13th, Week 19

YN was warm. So, pleasantly warm and she never wanted to leave the cocoon she had found herself in. The pillows were soft, and the mattress was the perfect balance between hard and soft and the huge, muscly man pressed to her back made her feel like she could hide from the world for the rest of her life. 

His hot breath washed over the back of her neck and she wiggled in closer to him, willing herself to stay in this moment for a few more hours. 

Until she felt it. 

Steve was fully pressed into her, his morning wood sandwiched snugly between his lower stomach and the small of YN’s back. When YN tried to wiggle her way out, Steve only let out a husky moan and pulled her closer. 

“Stevie.” She tried, tapping his arm. He grunted and nuzzled into her hair, falling still once more. She stared out the window in front of her and sighed, trying to ignore the raging hormones that made her only think about the dick pressed against her and tried to roll away, only to be snatched right back by the still-sleeping Steve. He let out a moan and flexed his hips, rubbing himself against her and she squeaked, the heat between her legs making everything harder. 

Especially the fact that his thigh was pressed right against her vagina. 

His hips rut up again and his thigh pressed harder against her and she let out a small moan, shifting back against him and whimpering when he thrust again. 

Fuck. 

“Steve, baby, wake up.” She whispered, voice strained. She felt his lips press to the back of her neck before he pressed himself harder.

“I’ve been awake for a few minutes, now, Ma.” He husked and she moaned, hand circling back and cupping the back of his neck. He leaned up and nipped her neck, humping his hips again and growling when she bit her lip. 

“Stevie—“ she whimpered and his hand drifted down, scratching her bare thigh and making her shiver. 

“Shh, baby.” He hushed and she flexed her hips against this thigh, making him hum appreciatively. She glanced at the clock on the bedside table and groaned, scratching his scalp again. 

“As much as I fucking love what you’re doing right now, we have to go and see Cho.” She whispered and he groaned, squeezing her tighter and biting her shoulder. 

“We have an hour, and it was just the baby moving, he’s fine.” He grumbled and pulled her closer to him, making him groan when his dick rubbed against her. 

“It takes ten minutes for us to get ready and forty minutes to get to the compound, not including traffic. Plus,” She started, turning around in the bed to face him. She had to swallow her resolve when she looked at him however, because his hair was messy and his cheeks were flushed and his pupils were blown out. “The things I wanna do to you is gonna take much more than an hour to do.” She murmured and his mouth popped open in shock. 

“Yeah?” His voice cracked and she smirked, letting her hand drift down his side and trace the band of his briefs. He shuddered under her touch and she hummed. 

“Mhmm. Plus, the boutique Nat’s taking us to is just down the road from a pretty expensive maternity store who has an upstairs specifically for lingerie.” She murmured, kissing him lightly and nipping his bottom lip. He moaned into her mouth and clutched her sides. 

“Now I definitely need you.” He choked and she giggled, rolling on top of him and straddling his hips, subtly grinding on his length as she leaned down. 

“Plus, you’d have to face Natasha’s wrath if I was late today.” She nipped the tip of his nose and got off of him, rolling off the bed and prancing to his door.

“What am I supposed to do with this, then!” He called after her and he could hear her laugh loudly. Steve ached as he watched her look back and wink at him as if she had done nothing wrong at all.

“I’m sure you could figure something out!”

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The appointment was smooth— all was well. Baby was healthy and when Dr. Cho asked if they wanted to find out the sex of the baby both Steve and YN adamantly denied. Instead Cho, a smirk on her face, adjusted the ultrasound machine so they wouldn’t be able to make out any shapes or lack thereof and handed the pictures to a glowing YN and Steve.

“He looks like a little alien,” Steve mumbled, looking at the squished face fo the 3D picture. YN looked over at it as they walked down the hall to the common room and snorted. The baby looked rather piggish at the moment, but it was the most beautiful thing that she had ever seen. 

“She has your nose,” YN mumbled and Steve sucked in a nervous breath and let it out shakily. 

“He has your chin.” He whispered back and took the pictures YN was holding, slipping them in the inside pocket of his spring jacket and placing the same hand low not he small of her back. His constant, hovering presence was just a tasty promise of what YN knew would be taking place later that night. 

“You’re late,” Natasha said from her perch in the corner of the couch and Steve snorted. 

“Hardly— and it’s not our fault. Kid didn’t want to hide his junk from Cho.” Steve joked, laughing when YN socked him in the arm hard enough for him to flinch. Another thing from being knocked up by a super soldier— she got some of his powers as well. 

“She was taking a little long to get comfortable is all.” YN glared, a smirk on her face as Steve pouted and rubbed his shoulder. 

“All the same,” Natasha waved them off and looked up from the notebook in her hands. There was a find smile on her face as she listened to the interaction and it only grew when she saw just how both YN and Steve were looking at each other. “The rest of the girls are headed over to the bridal shop, we’re just waiting for James and then we’ll go.”

YN’s heart dropped to her stomach at the thought of Bucky being at her dress fittings. Sure, they had become less cold towards each other following their first interaction, but the constant desire to impress him and seek his approval set YN’s nerves on edge. 

“Bucky’s coming?” YN asked, picking the dirt from her nails and looking nervously from Natasha to Steve. Natasha only smiled patiently and Steve kissed her temple. 

“He has the second-best style out of the team, actually. Sam would be coming today too, but I think he’s in Thailand at the moment.” Natasha replied, walking over. She placed her hand on YN’s arm and squeezed comfortingly. 

“He does like you, YN. We’ve talked about it— it’s just a matter of him opening up.” She whispered and YN let out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. “Speak of the devil and he shall appear.” She smirked, looking over YN’s shoulder. 

Bucky had entered and yeah, okay. The guy had style. His form-fitting black jeans hugged all the right spots and the grey t-shirt he was wearing was tucked in in the front and covered by the warmth of a black bomber jacket. It was simple, but he oozed confidence which made YN feel slightly more comforted. His hair was tied into a neat bun at the nape of his neck and two carefully controlled pieces framed his face. 

Natasha wasted no time in peeling Steve away from YN’s side and pulling the pregnant woman over to her boyfriend. 

It seemed some of Natasha’s words were true. Bucky was looking at her with a little more warmth than he previously had, and his body language was more open to her than it was even on New Years Eve. 

“Hi. Thank you for coming today.” YN smiled politely and he returned the shy smile and nodded. 

“Anything to help the party— I’m happy to do what I can for family.” He said, voice impossibly soft and YN coughed around the sudden lump in her throat. Steve walked towards his best friend, moving slow enough for Bucky to say no, but quick enough to show Bucky how much his warmth meant and wrapped his arms around his shoulders. Steve pat his hand against Bucky’s back in the way that men do, and even YN could hear the emotional whisper of ‘thank you’ uttered. 

“Shall we find you a dress, Mrs. Rogers?” Natasha smirked and watched in delight as both YN and Steve whipped their heads to each other and flushed equal shades of deep red. Before either could jump the other, Natasha wrapped her arm through YN’s and pulled her from the room. 

“We’ll return her later tonight, Steve!” Natasha beamed and Bucky rolled his eyes fondly at his girl. 

“I’ll make sure she's in one piece, Steve.” He reassured and Steve pulled Bucky into a quick embrace once more. 

“Thank you, Buck. You don’t know how much this means to us.” He murmured and Bucky shrugged. 

“She’s growing on me.” He stated. “At least someone can get you to stop your impulse decisions— takes a hell of a person to do that. Maybe I should ask for pointers.” Steve scoffed, shooing Bucky towards the doors. 

“Make sure my girl doesn’t drown in taffeta, please,” Steve asked and just as Bucky was about to turn around once more, Steve grabbed his arm with a coy smile on his face. “I’ll make sure Nat doesn’t burn down every boutique I drag her out in a few months in return.”

“Shut up, Punk.”

“Not a chance, Jerk.”

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The wedding boutique was something that reminded YN of heaven. Soft, white fabrics hung from racks that lined the walls and warm brown woods framed the tall ceiling. There was a sign welcoming the ‘Mrs. Rogers’ wedding party on a table which was full of champagne and orange juice and gourmet desserts. The worker was gorgeous and young and she welcomed all of YN and her party with a smile and a firm handshake. 

Bucky and Natasha watched carefully as YN squealed and rushed to Michaela who was waiting already with YN’s mother who looked like she had already been crying. 

“Mich!” YN squealed, rushing over and wrapping her arms tightly around her friend. “I’m sorry I haven’t been around— everything has been so freaking busy and—“ She was shushed by her friends stern look. 

“Hey, we still text like we usually do and we still call once a week. It’s okay. You’re life is crazy and I’m still not going anywhere.” Michaela smiled and YN wrapped her arms around her, mumbling a quick thank you and turning to her mom. 

YN’s mom was a short woman, stout but with an effortlessly kind and warm smile. She smiled and cupped YN’s face, eyes trailing over her face and down her body, eyes fixating on the bump. She smiled softly, and kissed YN’s cheek. 

“I’m so happy for you, my girl.” She smiled and YN ducked her head, frowning. 

“I have to apologize. I know I haven’t been around much since dad, and I should have been there for you more. I hope you can forgive me.” YN whispered and YN’s mom cooed at her daughter, a sad smile on her face. 

“I was never mad at you, Baby. You’ll know soon enough that you forgive your kid the second they do something wrong.” YN’s mom gave her a soft smile and YN let out a choked sob as she fell to her moms shoulder, arms holding her close. 

“I love you, mama.” She cried and YN’s mom shushed her, petting her hair and closing her eyes. 

“I love you, Baby.” 

Natasha, Bucky and Michaela had busied themselves with the snack table as YN and her mother reunited, and Bucky’s chest burned with the curiosity of the things he had just learned. Why had YN pulled away from her mom? What happened to her father?

YN sniffed and stood to her full height, wiping her face and turning around to her friends. 

“Okay, let’s get a move on and start crying for good reasons. I made a promise to my fiancee which I very much intend to keep.” YN smiled and Micheala snorted, catching Natasha’s eyes who understood quickly what the promise may have held. “Can you guys pick some dresses for me?”

The team dispersed, finding themselves in corners of the room and sifting through dresses which melded into the other. YN rubbed her tummy as she wandered around, looking at fabrics and touching the ones that caught her eye. She pulled the ones with the most welcoming texture and handed them off to the clerk who was following her, with an eager smile. 

After a particularly sharp kick from baby, YN grunted and looked down at her swollen tummy. 

“Hey, Kid. Chill out, yeah? Mom has to pick out a pretty dress for your daddy and their wedding day. Then, we can go home and hang out, okay? I think I’ll be able to send a text to Dad and ask if he can get some of that really spicy chilli you like so much. Maybe the one with the seafood? You’d like that, wouldn’t you.” YN rambled, rubbing her tummy and humming with relief when baby started to calm down at the sound of moms voice. Bucky was on the other side of the rack, listening in and smiling softly to himself as she continued to ramble. She was talking about the weather now, and went on a tangent about showing baby off by wearing sundresses and overalls and rompers. 

“You’re smiling like a crazy person, you know.” Natasha sidled up to him, a dress over her arm and nudging him. 

“She’s growing on me. I think she’s been talking about the weather for five minutes.” He chuckled, running his fingers over a dress with a deep v-cut with stars patterned on it. He pulled it out and looked at the princess skirt and nodded to himself, pulling it and throwing it over his arm. He turned to look down at his tiny girlfriend and kissed her forehead. The rush of the idea of Natasha in white just for him almost made him dizzy and he grabbed her chin, kissing her soundly. 

“What was that for?” Natasha smiled, breathless. He loved how he could get her like this— he was the only one besides Steve who got to see her for her vulnerable self and he was completely head over heels with that notion. 

“Just because.” He shrugged, the flat box in his inside jacket pocket feeling hot and heavier than ever. He carried it everywhere with him, just waiting for the proper moment. She let herself blush and smirk, looking down as she turned away and walking to the change room with a slight barely-there skip in her step. 

On the other side of the railing, YN finally turned back to the change room, letting the clerk in with her and undressing. She pulled don the first dress— a simple maternity mermaid dress. The stomach was stretchy, but formfitting and was more comfortable than YN could have imagined. It was rather plain, however, and YN found herself disenchanted with it. 

The reactions o it was a solid 6/10— the hype of the first wedding dress main up five of those points. YN was sent back quickly under the guise fo ‘we can do better’. 

The next few dresses were magical, and Michaela preened when it was her dress which garnered the first veil try on. 

The dress was a simple, soft fabric floaty thing— it made YN look as if there was a constant, flattering breeze and it accented all the best parts of her. The sleeves were comfortable and the low back was gorgeous. The only problem that YN could find was the fact that she would have to wear a maternity bra to prevent her from leaking all over the dress. 

“It was close though, babe.” YN smiled and winked. 

Natasha’s dress was a short one— an a-line skirt that brushed to YN’s mid-calf and YN was almost fully enchanted with it. It was reminiscent of the classic 1940’s style and YN thought Steve would drop dead if he saw her in something like this. 

“Maybe for the reception?” Her mother asked, wiping the corners fo her eyes. 

“I don’t think I want to have to have a dress which isn’t good for both, you know?” YN asked, and everyone nodded. YN was slowly getting more tired, but also incredibly restless, thinking about Steve waiting for her at home. It had been a few hours since she had last seen her guy and YN wanted no more of it. Thankfully, there was one dress left— Bucky’s. 

The dress was gorgeous. It was a layered, soft skirt— the dress looked like something out of a fairy tale or a Taylor Swift music video. The dress had a high waistline which could be adjusted to accommodate YN’s future eight-month bump she would have for their wedding in June. The top was beautiful— there were already maternity cups sewn into the fabric which allowed her to not have to worry about the bra situation or the deep v-line which only accentuated the curves of her boobs and the scooping back which showed off the perfect amount of skin (which Steve would love). The sleeves were transparent but long, and everything was easy to dance in and move around in. The selling point, however, was the subtle white pattern of stars under the top layer of fabric. It was a barely-there detail, but when YN looked in the mirror and saw all the details that worked so well together, she burst into tears. 

She collected herself enough to be able to see, and walked out, the clerk holding the slight trail as she walked out into the main room. 

The reaction was immediate— both Michaela and YN’s mom started crying immediately, and Natasha covered her mouth, a smile stretching over her face as she looked at her best friends fiancee stare at herself in the mirror. Bucky, however, remained without reaction. This was his dress, and this was his best friends soulmate and this was everything he had wanted for Steve since kindergarten. His body was numb and his hands were on fire and his heart was beating rapidly in his chest. 

“I think this is a good veil one, I think.” The clerk smiled, grabbing one and bringing it over to YN. Before the worker could pin it to YN’s hair, Bucky shot up. 

“May I?” He murmured, and the clerk nodded and handed it to him, backing off immediately— he couldn’t even care if it was for fear because this was such a huge moment. He took the clip and slid it into YN’s hair, fluffing it out and peeking over her shoulder to look at her in the mirror. 

Perfect. He walked around the podium she stood on, coming to face her and looked up at her. She looked down at him with tears in her eyes and a smile on her face. She wrung her hands nervously until Bucky took them in his own. 

“YN YLN.” He started, voice low. “I am happy that you’re marrying my best friend. I’m sorry I’ve been less than kind to you, but seeing you together, and seeing how much you love this baby and how much you fit in with everyone is really, really making you grow on me. I’m so happy I’m going to be able to call you my sister-in-law soon.” He smiled and YN, without thinking, pulled him into a tight hug. 

“Thank you,” She sobbed softly, and she could vaguely hear everyone behind them reacting the same— even Natasha had let out a loud gasp. “You don’t understand how much this means to me, James.” 

Bucky returned her hug slowly and kissed her temple briefly. 

“Welcome to the family, kid.” He smiled, and she wiped her eyes, turning around tot he wedding party, still holding onto Bucky’s hand and smiling. 

“I think I’ve found my dress.” She smiled, squeezing Bucky’s hand and laughing as everyone shot from their seats and crowded around her, showering her with hugs and kisses and happy. 

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diamond maknae | surprise performance.

pairing: bts x maknae!reader (platonic) fandom: bts warnings: eighth member of bts!reader ; maknae!reader ; language genre: fluff ; crack previous: (other dm stories can be found in my ot7 bts masterlist)

summary: you didn’t know when you’d have a chance like this again, so you decided to finally give everyone a performance that you’ve been longing to do.

a/n: my friends, I’ve been trying to figure out for SO LONG which song/performance I wanted the DM to have and finALLY found the perfect one. obviously you can imagine any performance you want, but the inspo came from this one, starting at 1:27. it was just PERFECT. I hope you like it!

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This tour was different from the ones you've done before.

Mostly because you all decided to do.. special stages.

Every member did something to surprise the fans with each concert and it was always something that was a huge secret, so that not even the rest of the members knew what it was.

To your brothers, it was just something fun to do for the fans, but for you it was an opportunity to finally do something you've been wanting to do for a while.

“Hey it's me.. just wanted to say thank you again, the show is tonight, so I can’t wait,” you smiled, pressing the phone closer to your ear, “No, they have no idea. It’ll be a surprise for everyone.”

Jimin and Taehyung walked out of the dressing room to go to the bathroom, not having heard the conversation beforehand, but being suspicious when they found you smiling like that from the way their eyebrows were furrowed.

“Alright, I gotta go. Thanks again!” and with that you ended the call and pushed the phone into the pocket of your sweatpants, “What?”

“Who was that?”

“A friend,” was all you said when you walked past them.

They decided to shrug it off, but still told the rest of the members about your expression when you were on the phone.

The topic lasted until later that night when the concert had already begun, Hoseok being out on stage right now and performing his solo song while the rest of you were backstage, you getting dressed since you and your.. special performance were up next.

“I don't know, maybe it's a new guy?” Jimin asked.

“Wh..- don't be ridiculous,” Jeongguk crossed his arms in front of his chest, “She said it was a friend so it probably was. London is almost the last city, I'm sure she just misses her friends back home. We all do.”

“Is none of you scared about her special performance?” Yoongi asked, pacing up and down her room, “All of us have dropped hints about what our performances were about but she.. she didn't say anything.”

“She won't strip if that's what you're worried about,” Namjoon quickly added, “I talked to the staff about not letting her do that.”

“Not letting who do what?” you asked as you came into the room, Yoongi letting out a breath of relief when he saw your outfit.

It wasn't bad at all.

Shorts, boots and..-

“Isn't that my trasher hoodie?”

“Huh? Oh yeah.. I thought it would fit. You mind?”

“God, no. Not at all.”

He knew that his clothes would cover a lot of skin, so he'd gladly let you wear them, even if you had pushed it up a bit and they could see your belly.

“So.. ready for your secret performance?” Jin grinned with excitement.

“Yeah. More than ready. I've been wanting to do this for ages, I'm glad I finally can.”

“We'll all be watching and cheering for you,” Taehyung got up and squished your cheeks, getting yelled at by your make-up artist for touching your perfect face after he had just finished the last touch-ups, before all of them accompanied you to the stage.

But then they all became suspicious when they saw that all of your back-up dancers were.. male.

“Where are the girls?” Jeongguk chuckled nervously.

“Huh? Oh, they're probably preparing for another stage,” you shrugged, “I was tired of seeing girls dance with the main performer. Might as well switch it up for once, right?”

Hoseok walked down the stairs, completely drenched in sweat and quickly kissing your forehead before he let you take the stage.

“Good luck, hun.”

You wouldn’t need luck. You’ve been working too hard on this for it to go wrong..

The arena went completely dark for a moment, only a few ARMY bombs illuminating the arena with some red lights.

And then the song began playing.

And Namjoon was the first one to say: “Oh fucking hell.”

ARMY seemed to recognize the song right away, all of them screaming their lungs out when Nicki's voice suddenly boomed through the speakers and the beginning of Chun-Li started playing.

“Show them how it's done, baby girl,” she said in a seductive voice. Something that was definitely not on the original track.

“Did she just..-”

“Shht!” the rest of the boys shushed Jeongguk, all of their eyes now focused on you as the song began playing and you began dancing..

..and.. quite.. sexily too.

You had worked on this for months, had asked Nicki if she could help you set this up and because of how close you and her had become, she had gladly done so.

The boys that were dancing with you were fantastic, you all performed like your life's depended on it.

You loved performing your songs with your brothers and you loved the performances, but you wanted a change for once.

After you had seen Lisa do her Swalla dance, you thought it was time for you to do something bold as well.

And yeah, grinding on the floor would probably get you in trouble and your brothers would be mad as fuck, but it was so worth it to hear the crowd scream so loud because of how much they loved this. This new side of you that you were so rarely able to show.

And it felt so good..

It felt so good when you were done with it and you felt like you've finally done something that you've wanted to do forever. Not what the company wanted, not what your dance teacher wanted, not what your brothers wanted, but what you wanted..

..and apparently what your fans wanted as well from the way they screamed and cheered.

And as you walked down the stage after the performance was done, your fellow dancers all hugging you because of how well the performance went, you found all seven of your brothers staring at you with an open mouth, despite the staff members desperately trying to tell the maknae line and Jin to get up on stage because they needed to perform Dimple next.

“Chun-Li? I thought you were doing something like.. I don't know.. Taylor Swift music? 22 or something?”

“Nicki offered. I accepted,” you shrugged, gently patting the sweat from your forehead with a towel, “And besides.. I think ARMY loved this a lot more than they would have liked any other song.”

“Because you were grinding. On stage,” Jeongguk hissed.

“So what? You guys do that all the time and never let me do it because you think it'll look weird. But I think the majority out there thought it looked absolutely amazing so,” you gave a peace sign and walked off with your dancers and back to the green room, all of you laughing, while the boys could just stare after you with an open mouth.

“God, she grew up too fast,” Jin said with a heavy sigh as he walked up on stage, the maknae line having no choice but to follow him.

Namjoon and Yoongi just shook their heads, while Hoseok was the only one that gave you a huge thumbs up when you turned back around to look at him.

He appreciated this sort of dance.

After all.. he had been the one to help you choreograph it.

But don't tell anyone that, or they’ll kill him.

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